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cevansbrat0007 · 11 months

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Thirst Trap

Summary: Ari loves looking at your ass in those shorts, as long as he's the one who gets to walk behind you.

Warnings: Ari Being A Menace, Implied Stalking, Smut, Brat!Reader, Arguments, Jealous/Possessive Behavior, Biting, Light D/s Overtones, Slight Manhandling, Ass Slapping, Spanking (mentioned), Edging (mentioned), Punishments (mentioned), Hair Pulling, Discussions of Body Image, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“Any minute now.” Ari grumbles to himself as he glares down at a display of brightly colored bell peppers while he waits for you to move on to a different part of the store.

You’ve been lingering in the produce department for the better part of ten minutes now. In fact, it’s your second time over here, what with you having doubled-back to switch out some of the strawberries you’d originally grabbed in favor of several containers of blueberries.

Or, perhaps raspberries. Maybe blackberries and – nope. You appeared to be solidly set on those damned blueberries. Thank God.

It wasn’t so much Ari being impatient with you as it was him ready to leave the store. If he was being honest, you most likely weren’t even aware that he was here. And if you had noticed, then you were doing a fantastic job of ignoring him.

Frankly, he was surprised that a member of Herb & Twine’s loss prevention team hadn’t approached him by now. Especially since he had yet to actually put anything in his cart. The same cart he’d been pushing around for the better part of a half-hour.

At this point, Ari Levinson was growing suspicious of his own damn self. Starting with the fact that every day he woke up more and more addicted to you – your voice, your smile, your touch.

And that body. Fuck!

You had no idea just how many nights he had lain awake thinking of those gorgeous curves, his hand fisted around his cock desperate for a little relief. You were a permanent fixture in his mind these days. And you had no fucking clue.

Just like you had no fucking clue that you were drawing the attention of practically every man in this place who still possessed the ability to get it up.

All thanks to a pair of cutoff denim shorts. They fit your ass so good it was damn near disrespectful. And sweet heavenly fuck were they short! Everytime you moved he was treated to a glimpse of those tempting curves.

Shit set his teeth on edge. Because while he was thrilled that you were feeling confident enough to show off your curves, there was another, more primal, part of him that hated the fact that you were showing off what belonged to him.

Mine.

That one word dances through his brain, making him wish that he could simply toss you over his shoulder and carry you off to some remote location. Maybe punish you for daring to wear that outfit in public without your man by your side.

So now, instead of focusing on his own shopping, he’s been forced to follow you around the store. Staying just out of sight, of course. Which wasn’t easy. It was tough to be stealthy when he constantly found himself being mesmerized by the sway of your hips.

In his defense of his stalker ways, he’d been ready to identify himself from the moment he laid eyes on you. But since he was already in a foul mood – because you hadn’t called him like you said you would – he decided to pretend to run into you at the check-out lane instead.

Until Ari had caught a couple young punks, whose barely-there mustaches were entirely too wispy for his liking, checking out your ass for a few seconds too long. And what pissed him off more than anything else is that you appeared oblivious to all of it.

You were too busy living in your own little world, sashaying your way through the grocery store, with your sweet ass on display. An ass that belonged to him.

Just like you did, beautiful Bird.

“Time to move it along, fellas.” Ari grunts, none-too-gently nudging their cart with his own. “We’re here to shop, not to gawk at the pretty ladies.”

What were their names again? Charley and Dirk? More like Beavis and Butt-Head, if he were being honest.

“Ain’t no laws against admiring.” Dirk responds as he elbows his buddy in the ribs. “I’m telling you, man. I don’t think she’s as stuck up as everyone lets on.”

Ari also agrees with that assessment of you, even though he doesn’t say anything. Because they were right. You were so much more than what the folks in this town had initially led him to believe.

“Nah. That bitch once gave me shit for throwing away a bunch of my sister’s old books instead of donating them or whatever the fuck she said she does.” Comes Charley’s retort, a smirk firmly plastered on his lips.

“So what? Maybe she just needs to get laid. I bet if I – hey!”

Ari interrupts the young men, ramming their cart again with a bit more force this time. “I meant what I said. Now you can either move it along, or I can escort you out the door myself. Up to you.”

“But we ain’t even done anything wrong, Levinson!” One sputters as the other takes a tentative step back.

“Harassment is a crime anywhere, boys. Even in bumfuck towns like this one.” The imposing bounty hunter dips his head knowingly, baring his teeth as he does. “Now, do I need to retrieve my cuffs? And because I’m passionate about the law, I always carry two pairs.”

Shaking their heads “no”, both of them turn and quickly hasten away, continuing to mutter under their breaths as they do. Which is fine by him. Because whether they knew it or not, they’d just made Ari’s personal shit list. Which meant they’d do well to stay out of his way for the foreseeable future.

But you, on the other hand…you two were about to have words. As soon as he tracked you down again.

Ari searches high and low for you for several minutes, continuously walking the aisles hoping to catch a glimpse of you. But unfortunately for him, his search turns up empty. Which then leads him out to the parking lot, just in time to see you hang a left off the property.

What on earth possessed you to walk here? And better yet, where the fuck was your car?

“Swear to God, you need a damned keeper.” He grumbles as he makes a beeline for his own vehicle. Throwing himself inside, he slams the door and guns the engine before peeling out of the lot. “Might as well be a full-time job.”

Although you’re moving quickly, it doesn’t take long for him to catch up with you. You all-but jump out of your skin when he pulls out next to you. But instead of apologizing for scaring you like he normally would, he finds himself ready to rip you a new one on account of the fact that you’re wearing fucking headphones.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Ari snarls, his gruff tone taking you slightly aback.

“I mean I don’t think so.” You sniff, temporarily halting your steps so you can peer at him through the passenger window. “But the day is young and I just got some new inventory that’s been on back-order for a while so…” You muster up a cheeky smile, even as you feel yourself beginning to sweat. “I guess anything is possible.”

Damn this early summer heat. Between the stickiness in the air and your thighs rubbing together, you were ready to sit down. But first you had to make it back to the shop in one piece.

“Get in the car, Bird.” Your occasional bed-partner’s no-nonsense tone instantly has your hackles raised as he puts the truck in park.

“Why?” You ask, not bothering to hide your suspicion.

“Get in the damn car.” Ari repeats, his left hand squeezing the steering wheel so hard you worry he might rip it clean off the dash.

“Say please.” Sometimes Mr. Levinson seemed to forget the importance of manners.

“Fucking damn it, woman!” He barks, before exiting his ride and jogging around the side to yank open the door closest to you. “Baby,” he tries again, his fingers going to pinch the bridge of his nose. “We can do this either one of two ways. Either you can get in the car on your own like a good girl, or I can put you in it myself.”

You shoot him a glare, suddenly wishing you had purchased something a little heavier than fresh fruit and whipping cream from Herb & Twine in preparation for this very moment. That way you might have a better chance of knocking some much needed sense into his thick skull.

“And I take it there isn’t a third option?” You venture, your teeth going to nibble at your bottom lip.

“Bird, I’m so glad you asked.” This time Ari finally sees fit to offer you a smile. Too bad there’s nothing friendly about it. “Option three involves me bending you over the hood of my truck and tanning all that ass you’ve got hanging out of your shorts for being dumb enough to walk to the damned store instead of taking your car.

“I am not dumb!” You hiss, feeling the bite of his anger. “I just had to grab the stuff I needed to make popsicles.”

“Then what do you call it?” He growls, snagging a hold of your bags. “Because last time I checked, we’ve got a man on the run who just might be a fucking killer. And you decide that it’s a good time for a goddamned stroll.”

Those words have you instantly deflating. Just because this man in front of you had a way of getting under your skin sometimes didn’t make him any less right. While you had viewed your quick trip to the store as an easy way to stretch your legs and get some fresh air, someone else might take that opportunity to see you as a target. Which meant that you had almost royally fucked up.

“Okay.” Is all you can manage before handing him the rest of your belongings. “I assume you know how to get back to Baubles & Quills?”

“I do. Just like I knew you’d see it my way.”

It’s only a ten-minute ride to your shop. But thanks to your asshole companion, it might as well have been an hour. And at this point you were fucking fuming.

“Thanks for the lift, Ari.” You snarl, shutting the car door with your hip and marching towards the front door of your shop. “But I can handle myself.” Fishing out your keys, you make quick work of unlocking the door and all but tossing your groceries inside. They land with a dull thunk, the contents spilling out of the bags and onto the floor.

The gall of this man! Acting as if he had the right to bark orders at you because you’d slept together once or twice. Alright, it was more like five. But no more. After today you were done.

Especially since he’d spent the entire ten-minutes it took to get back to your shop reading you the riot act. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. No traveling on your own after sundown. Call him every night when you’re locking up the shop and then again when you get home…

The list went on and on. Up until now, you’d honestly had no idea just how much Ari Levinson loved hearing himself talk.

“You know, for the record, I was doing just fine before you got here.” You continue, casting him a withering glance over your shoulder.You don’t miss the way his jaw clenches either. “And I’m sure I’ll find a way to do even better once you leave.”

Fire burning hot in your belly, you allow the door to slam behind you as you busy yourself with collecting your things. There was a refrigerator in the kitchenette you could use to store everything until it was time to head home for the day.

In the meantime, if that beefy, overbearing knuckle dragger outside knew what was good for him, he’d pile himself into his truck and drive off into the sunset. Preferably sooner rather than later. Before you went and made the mistake of actually catching feelings or something.

Because who the fuck were you kidding? The man had a propensity for spiking your blood pressure long before you ever allowed him anywhere near your damn panties. Which meant you knew better. And you’d still decided to give up the goods all because you were worried about cobwebs in your coochie.

“The sex isn’t even that good.” You mutter as you flip the light switch.

Okay, yes it was. But you were also smarter than this. Just because the man had pretty eyes, an easy smile, and a big dick didn’t mean he could talk to you any ol’ kind of way. Or just insert himself in your life like he was planning to stick around.

As if he planned to stay. You were done accepting promises from men who either couldn’t or wouldn’t keep them.

You startle when you hear the chime of the bells, signaling the opening and closing of the front door. For their sake, it had better not be a customer. You weren’t feeling particularly helpful or friendly at the moment.

“We’re closed. Get out.” You call, hoping that whoever was out there had heard you the first time. Unfortunately for you, luck just didn’t seem to be on your side today. Because instead of the sounds of someone beating a hasty retreat, you get more Ari Levinson.

“Which is exactly why you need to lock the goddamn door. Or what part of there might be a killer on the loose do you not quite get?”

“I was getting around to it!” You snipe, really wishing you’d had the forethought to lock the damn door before that insufferable man had decided to waltz through it after you.

“Not fast enough for my liking.” Ari leans against the doorframe, his big body blocking the exit. “And since I’m gettin’ shit off my chest, I don’t appreciate you walking away from me in the middle of a conversation either.”

That earns him an eye roll before you return your attention to rearranging items in the fridge. Quite honestly, you didn’t give a damn about what he did or didn’t like. And you hated the fact that the quiet authority in his voice was all it took to ruin your panties.

Bossy bastard.

“Eyes, Bird.” He growls, making it clear he wasn’t letting you off the hook for that passive show of disrespect. “I already made it plain how I felt about you rolling ‘em at me. And if you recall, it pisses me the fuck off.”

Ari Levinson had never been the type of man who did well with being dismissed. By anyone. Anywhere. Ever.

“Well, it pisses me the fuck off when people like you make comments about what I wear. Frankly, I struggle enough being in this body as it is. So, if you don’t like my clothes then don’t fucking look at me and maybe you won’t be disgusted by the sight of my fat ass hanging out of my shorts. Problem solved.”

“The fuck did you say?” The sound of Ari’s pissed off snarl might as well be the equivalent of a record scratch.

“You heard me.” You find yourself rolling your eyes once again, not feeling the least bit sorry for it either.

But in all reality, you had no idea just how hard you were pushing him. Maybe if you knew, you would’ve quit while you were ahead.

“Duchess.” Comes Ari’s weary sigh as he jams his hands into his pockets, preventing himself from touching you. “You keep rollin’ those eyes at me and runnin’ that sassy little mouth of yours and I’m afraid we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Jesus Christ.” You sneer. “Why the fuck are you even still here, Ari?”

“Because we’re having a conversation. But in order for us to continue doing that, I’m gonna need you to settle down.”

“I will settle down when you get the hell out of my store.” Fuck, if there was ever a time when you could’ve used a cattle prod!

“And I’ll get the hell out of your store when I’ve finished making my point.” He responds, his nostrils flaring in frustration. “Now what’s all this business about you not wanting me to look at you? And who the fuck called you fat?”

All Ari needed from you was a name. He’d take care of the rest later.

“Argh!” You screech, your arms flailing wide. “You know what? Forget it! I’m done!” You slam the door to the fridge before attempting to shoulder past Ari.

Too bad your 6”4 Beast doesn’t seem all that keen on moving.

“Done with what?” He grits out, purposely holding you hostage.

“With you.” You hit back as steam practically pours out of your ears. “Us. And this entire godforsaken town. Now fucking move, Levinson.”

Again you attempt to get by him. And again he stops you, his spine stiffening in confusion. Because he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.

“We’re not done, you and me. Not by a long shot.” His big hands go to gently frame your face, his thumbs smoothing over your cheeks. “But I do think I might have said something that upset you. And while I’m not sure what it was, I apologize. But we’re not done, baby.”

“You’re not in charge of me, of this.” You tell him, breaking his hold as you do your damnedest to ignore the trembling of your lower lip.

“Now that’s where you’re wrong. Especially given the fact that you were in my bed the night before last.” He flashes you a cocky smile as he slowly backs you towards the wall. “And you loved every minute of it.”

For some reason, Ari feels compelled to tack on the last part. Secretly hoping to get a rise out of you. And it works, but maybe not exactly in the way he intended.

“I had an itch. And you scratched it. It doesn’t make you special, Ari.” You hiss, ignoring the warning gleam in his eyes. “Any man would’ve worked, but I decided to bet on a stranger. Make things easier for myself.”

All lies. And you both knew it.

Unfazed, your bounty hunter continues to crowd you, using his hard, muscled body to box you in. And that’s when you remember that Ari Levinson had the ability to read people like a fucking book – you included.

Which meant this man had already pegged you for a runner the moment he met you. A fair assessment if there ever was one.

“I want you to look me in the eyes and say that shit again.” Ari growls the moment your back connects with the wall, his palms coming to brace themselves on either side of your head.

His message was clear. You were no longer in charge of the situation. Just like that.

“Let’s hear it, Bird.” The husky timbre of his voice washes over you, making your nipples pebble beneath the thin material of your shirt. “I mean, you’ve already gone and dug yourself in pretty deep with this shit.” And then the soft brush of his lips along the column of your throat has your world tilting on its axis. “But if you wanna keep going, I’ve got time.”

“I…” You croak, your mouth suddenly dry. Your eyes flutter closed when Ari begins to nibble his way along your jaw, sending your already thrumming pulse rocketing to new heights. “You can’t– I’m not…”

“C’mon and tell me I’m not your man, that you don’t want me in your bed anymore.” He presses his body against yours, moving his hips so that you can feel the outline of his denim-covered erection against your belly. “Tell me that you don’t need me to keep you in line. Need me to punish you, please you, and everything else in between…”

Your eyes fly open at his words, your core spasming. “Y–you can’t punish me.” You stammer, shivering as Ari’s lidded gaze darkens with lust. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Now I’m afraid that’s where I beg to differ, sweetness.” Without warning, he sinks his teeth into the sweet spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking hard. You let out a sharp cry as your hands go to rest on his biceps.

But you don’t push him away, not even when he releases you to let his tongue lave over the small hurt.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he pulls back so that he can look you in the eye once again. “If you need a list of where you’ve gone wrong the last few days, I’m more than happy to give you one.” Ari’s nimble fingers find the front of your shorts, unsnapping them before you can blink. “Starting with your forgetting to call me last night.”

“I didn’t think it was that big a deal.” You confess on a whimper as he slips a dangerous hand inside your soaked panties. “Ooh! Or that you’d even really care if I didn’t.”

“Well, you thought wrong.” Ari cups your pussy, feeling immensely pleased when he discovers just how excited you are for him. “Contrary to what you might think, I don’t always talk just to make sounds. And I’d much rather hear your pretty little voice over my own. But when it comes to your safety, I do not play.” His grip tightens then, as he grinds the heel of his palm against your pulsing clit.

“O–okay. I’m sorry!” You arch your back, letting the sparks of white-hot pleasure run their course.

“Atta girl.” He praises, cutting off your next cry with a kiss so good it makes your toes curl. Ari takes his time devouring you, enjoying every single little moan and breathy sigh that slips past your lips. “Since I’ve got you listening so nicely, how about we see if you can follow a few simple instructions for me?” Mouth curving in a rakish grin, he removes his hand from your shorts and takes a step back.

And then he licks his palm, his eyes never once leaving yours as he savors the taste of all that sweet, sticky honey you’d left behind for him.

“Never get enough of you.” Ari groans, his apparent hunger for you only deepening the longer it takes for him to feed it. “Now turn around and face the wall. There you go, baby.”

Heart hammering in your chest, you move to comply and then ready yourself for his next command. While you weren’t exactly sure what happened to your earlier fire, you had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the renewed heat pooling in your belly.

Well, that and the wetness between your thighs.

“Next I want you to take off those damned shorts, followed by your panties. Bend over and pull ‘em down real slow.” Again, you move to comply only to halt when he adds something else you weren’t expecting. “But there’s a trick to this one. You still listening?"

Wordlessly you nod.

“Thought so. Now, I want you to pull ‘em down without bending your knees.” He rasps, his own hand going to squeeze his straining erection through his jeans. “I’m tellin’ you right now, I wanna see pink, baby. Your man wants to get a good, long look at that juicy pussy. Go on.”

You bend over, intending to do as he asks. But before you can get very far, you hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Immediately you pause, glancing at him curiously over your shoulder.

“Eyes front!” Ari barks, his hand connecting with your bare bottom with a sharp crack, making you yip. “Show me you know how to fucking follow my directions.” He lands another blow before giving you permission to continue.

This time you manage to do as he bids. And although you wish you could attempt to rub the sting out of your ass, you decide you’re better off simply leaving well enough alone.

Now you’re standing there, naked from the waist down. Your shorts and panties in a heap on the floor at your feet. Seriously, what was it about this man that always had your clothes coming off? Shit was starting to get annoying!

“Would you get a look at you?” Comes your Bounty Hunter’s husky purr. He trails the slightly roughened pads of his fingers along your still burning butt. “And I want to be clear about something. I love this ass, baby. And I would never disrespect it or you by calling you fat.” He lands another hard slap for good measure. “And I damn sure won’t tolerate you referring to yourself that way either.”

Ari would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing his handprint like this. In fact, if he had his way, you were going to be covered in his marks a lot more often from here on out. So you had better get used to it.

“Can I turn around now, please?” Your tiny voice somehow manages to sound both breathy and impatient at the same time.

“You must really want that fucking spanking I keep finding myself itching to give.” Ari growls, although this time there’s a teasing edge in his tone. “Go brace yourself on that little table for me, sweetness. I want those palms down flat and that luscious ass poked out. Now.”

Your jelly legs threaten to give out beneath you as you wobble over to the table, abandoning your clothes where they lay. Instead of complaining, you remind yourself to look at the bright side of things.

At least he hadn’t ripped your shit this time. Maybe your panties would actually make it out of this in one piece this time. A girl could only hope.

“You’re doing so well, little Bird.” Ari praises as he toes off his boots and shucks his pants, tossing them in the direction of your own discarded clothing. “We’re almost there. Stick that ass out for me, I want this image of you right here, all soft and sweet, embedded in my brain so I have something to remember the next time you decide to be a brat.”

“Yes, Sir.” You whisper, unprompted. Your quiet admission serves to confirm something that Ari had long since suspected to be true.

He needed to earn your submission. Prove he deserved it. And now you had his unspoken promise that he would. Every single day from here on out.

Soon, Ari’s pants are followed by his boxer and his shirt. Eventually he’s left standing stark naked and proud right there in your little shop’s kitchenette. His impressively thick cock stands at attention, a delicious bead of precum dotting the tip.

“Time for your reward, little Bird.” That’s all the warning he gives you. Gripping your hips with his big hands, he enters you with one hard thrust. You shoot up on your toes as your greedy pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck, Beast!” You whine, as Ari bottoms out inside you. But unlike your previous dalliances, he doesn’t give you time to adjust. Because he was still very much a man with a point to prove. “Oh God! Oh God! Please!”

And the only way he was convinced he was going to be able to ram that point home, is if you couldn’t walk straight by the time he was through.

“That’s right.” Ari snarls, showing you no mercy as he finds his rhythm. He sets a rough pace, drinking in every cry of pleasure as he works to stake his claim. “This pussy knows me, baby. And so does this body.” He bears down, loving the way you rise to meet him with each punishing thrust. “Say it. Tell me.” He orders, angling his hips in a way that allows him to go even deeper.

His heavy balls slap against your sopping wet core, the filthy sound of his primal claiming echoing throughout the empty room. You feel the coil tighten in your belly as your man pushes you closer and closer to the brink.

“I’m yours!” You cry as your vision begins to blur. Fuck you were getting close.

“Again.” Ari snarls, the harsh sound reverberating in his chest. He shifts his grip, allowing his muscled chest to press against your back.

“Ari, oh God! Fuck!Fuck!Fuuuuck!” This shit was too fucking much. Your knees practically threatening to buckle under the weight of the pleasure that is currently responsible for driving you insane.

“Either say it or I stop.” He warns, although his brutal pace never once falters. “Tell me what I wanna hear unless you want me to edge you for the next week.” That’s all you need to hear. Because what he just proposed sounded a hell of a lot like your worst nightmare.

“I’m yours!” You wail, as a tear tracks its way down your cheek. “Beast, I’m yours. Swear to God I am!” Satisfied, Ari then redoubles his efforts to reward you for being his good girl.

“Thank you, sweet Bird.” Comes his dark chuckle as he whispers a hot kiss along your damp brow. “Now was that really so hard?” Another kiss, this time as one of his hands sneaks around to play with your sensitive clit. “How about we see what else we can get you to finally admit to?”

That same coil pulls tighter, the invisible cord now dangerously close to snapping while your man busies himself with taking you apart piece by piece. And then his other hand fists itself in your curls, wrenching your head back to bestow a trail of scorching hot kisses along your throat. Leaving no doubt in your mind that he was about to thoroughly wreck you.

“And when we're through, baby, I'll even take you out for ice cream.”

END

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whxre-bxby · 7 months

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I think it’s okay to take plots aslong as you don’t have everything word from word, I know the very popular one is the jake sullys daughters x miles quaritch

Okay, this is based on a previous request someone made for this scenario, so here you are :)

"Forbidden But Desired"

Recom Quaritch x f. Human Y/N

(Based off a fanfiction on AO3 called "Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest")

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Summary: (Y/N is in Spider's position) Quarithc captures you and finds out you are the daughter of the man whose memories and DNA he has. Being the only person he feels any emotions too, Miles can't help but have you to himself.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Non-con, somnophilia, indirect incest in a way?, penetration, unprotected sex, size-difference, age-gap, use of 'daddy',

Word Count: 4383

A/N: Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. I'll finish off the current requests, then I'll see if I even re-open them. Thank you for all the kind support though, it makes me really happy that so many people enjoy reading my work. Apology up ahead if this smut seems 'half-assed', I used to be more passionate about this

The room was cold. It was something you’d never seen or been in before. Even the lab back at home was not as cold and quiet as this. You could hear your own thudding heartbeat and every breath you took. The silence scared you.

Yesterday, the worst thing to probably ever happen to you happened. You were taken from your family. The Sully’s. When the humans left Pandora, you were left behind because you were just a toddler. Born here, you stayed here. Now, of course, it had been many many years since your biological parents had died. You found out at the age of 15 that the man responsible for this was, Miles Quaritch, was your father. But you felt nothing towards him and while hearing that definitely disturbed you, you weren’t upset by his death. In fact, you felt relieved he was gone. And you were ready to spend the rest of your life proving that you are nothing like him. Now, a few years later, the information has settled in and you’ve managed to work past it psychologically. Just because you’re related by blood does not mean you have his intentions. In fact, being related to him makes you more passionate about protecting Pandora from others like him. But as one of the few humans left on this planet, that would be difficult. You’re a ‘big girl’ now, as Jake says when he talks about your responsibilities. He trusts you fully and raised you along with his kids. They are family to you.

But a few months back, the Sky People were sighted again and we knew they were back. Hiding was currently our only option. Perhaps they had different intentions this time?

That thought died down the second a group of Avatars found you, Lo’ak, Tuk and Kiri in the forest. They must have come from the humans because of their clothes. They spoke English too. Their Na’vi was broken and hard to understand.

While trying to escape, you fell. You can’t remember what happened but you have vague memories of being carried by the Avatar who seemed to be leading the group. Then you woke up here, all alone. Your toes felt cold and your spine sent a shiver through you as you retreated into a corner of the room.

The Avatar from before had come into your room a few times already. He introduced himself and you refused to talk to him. You barely even looked at him. But when he told you his Avatar had the memories of the person you hated the most: Miles Quaritch; you couldn’t help but stare up at him in disbelief. Examining his features, you were quick to realise that he really did look like your so-called father. His presence intimidated you and you didn’t know how to feel about him. He didn’t seem like a threat to you. Your instincts weren’t ringing the alarm bells. You knew he wasn’t a good person, but there seemed to be some kind of string attaching the two of you. One that you both refused to acknowledge or act on.

Quaritch would tell himself he’s being all nice to you because he’s trying to get information out of you through manipulation. You would tell yourself that you hate him and that he’s just as bad as the human version, but somehow, deep down you asked yourself whether he could be different.

Miles was gentle with you, restraining himself from raising his voice when he questioned you and you would stay quiet. He started to bring you your food, hoping it would help you gain trust towards him. But he hated himself for trying to train you like some dog. Compared to him, you were a tiny creature. ‘A delicate little girl’ he thought, often finding himself admiring your features. Most of them were your mothers which seemed to only draw him more to you.

He also seemed surprised that you had grown so much. It obviously made sense because he knew that many years had passed since the war, but you were hardly the little girl he had so few memories of. You were almost a fully grown woman and he wished he could be proud of himself for it, but he knows he had no part in your life until perhaps now.

Today, things took a big turn. You lost track of time, not knowing whether you were sleeping through the days and crying during the nights or the other way around. It had been too long since you had seen the natural daylight or felt the fresh breeze of the wind. Being inside this awful room was so still and dead, it oftentimes made you feel ill.

You sat curled up in the same corner once more. Miles had visited you during the morning, giving you your food and water. While you slowly ate the dry food, he tried to talk to you about things that weren’t related to his mission. He was asking about you. But not because he needed it for work, but because he cared. Miles realised he cared about you on Day 3 when Ardmore had suggested to just ‘get rid’ of you because you weren’t cooperating. Not even her tortuous methods worked on you. The thought of that happening made him panic inside and he managed to persuade her to give him more time. Though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time he was getting for you, he knew he would rather disobey her orders and ‘set you free’ in the forest instead of leaving you in her hands.

He didn’t feel like your dad and he knew very well you didn’t accept being his daughter, but there was a deep emotional connection between the two of you that neither of you have with anyone else. Miles has been left to himself since he was brought back as an Avatar. Everything had constantly been strictly professional and work-related.

You are the only personal thing he has in his life. The one person he feels he can let his guard down in front of. The only real person he actually seems to enjoy being around. Also, the only person he misses when he’s alone and not in your room.

This is why he was spending his evening behind the mirrored glass, watching you softly cry in your little corner. You couldn’t see him because the glass only showed your reflection but he was there and he felt guilty for leaving you in such a state. You had been showered, cleaned and fed. But you weren’t happy and he could clearly see that. Miles knows he shouldn’t care as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. Something inside him longs for you and makes him want to protect you, even if it’s against his own people. He often feels like he needs to protect you from himself. After all, he’s the reason you ended up here. He knows he’s causing you your suffering, so he tries to think of ways to reduce it.

The large automatic door opens and he steps inside. You hold your breath, glancing up at him and holding back your tears. It annoys you when others see you at your most vulnerable. You don’t like feeling small, but oddly enough you don’t seem to care about that around Miles. His presence affects you differently. Almost as if you feel safe enough to cry and relax in his presence. Something your logical mind would clearly say no to.

He gazes down at your small figure. His sad eyes take pity on you.

“Come with me.” he says. The words were meant to be spoken as an order, but instead, his voice grew soft and became oddly comforting.

You stand up, not thinking twice about his words. Anything to leave this room. He seems pleased with your sudden cooperation so he leads the way, making sure you’re close by. There’s no need to handcuff you or restrict you in any other way. He can catch you in seconds if you attempt to run away. You yourself know you don’t stand a chance.

Quaritch leads you to a secluded hallway and uses a cyber key to unlock a door. The frame fits his size so you assume it’s made for Avatars. His large blue hand pushes the door open before his eyes glance back at you, silently telling you to go inside.

You listen, slowly walking inside and looking around once he switches the light on. It’s his room.

“I’m not gonna let them treat you like some kind of animal.” he says, clearly seeming angered at the thought of that.

“You did..” You reply, turning around. Your English isn’t at its best because you normally speak Na’vi. But you manage.

He seems affected by your words and his eyes lower in disappointment.

“Not anymore.” he says, promising that to you and to himself.

“They don’t get te’ have you anymore.”

His words confuse you.

“But you do?” I ask, wondering what changed in his head to make him suddenly almost hide me with him.

He doesn’t answer that. Miles doesn’t know how to. But he knows that if anyone gets you it's him. He has a reason for you to belong to him. You are emotionally connected and he’s the one that captured you. It only makes sense. But to tell you his thoughts won’t happen. You’re too pure to be told that you’re being kept by him. Words won’t tell you, but you’ll find out soon enough anyway. Perhaps through actions.

His room was split in two. The bedroom and what you assumed to be a bathroom. He pointed you towards the bed. You haven’t seen anything like it before but by looking at it, you could tell it’s soft, so you obeyed him and lay down.

He watched you settle down for a few moments, noting how innocent you were. Nothing about climbing into his bed seemed wrong or even slightly uncomfortable to you. He knows it’s because you live differently than he does, but it amuses him. You lay down so willingly, almost tricking him into wanting to lay down with you.

Quaritch managed to push his thoughts away, leaving you alone in the room as the bathroom door shut behind him. You didn’t mind anything at this point. You were just happy to not be cold and uncomfortable anymore.

Time seemed to fly by because of how comfortable you felt, wrapped in this large blanket.

You heard the same door from before creek open and Quaritch stepped back into the room. He changed clothes or rather removed some. But seeing him without a shirt on didn’t really faze you. After all, that’s how you’ve always seen all Na’vi. But Miles had much more muscle mass. You could probably stare at his torso all day if you had the chance. The feeling confuses you because you don’t do that, ever.

He walks up to the side of the bed, peering down at you once more. The sight comforts his cold heart. You look happy which means he’s managed to help you in a way.

You’re on the brink of falling asleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you as Quaritch lays himself down. The blanket is all around you which makes him chuckle.

“You can’t have it all, you gotta share, princess.” he grins, looking over to you. You open your eyes and look at him, not understanding what he means. So to help you out, he pulls the blanket from you which makes you frown. An expression that amuses him further.

“No.” you whine, trying to grab it back.

“Don’t worry, it’s big enough for both of us, kid.” he chuckles lowly. The blanket is now on him but you’re too far away for it to reach you.

“I want it back.” you plead, watching his eyes study you while he grins. Instead of responding with words, he lifts up a corner of the blanket and smirks at you, as if he were saying that you must lay there to get it.

You stay still for a few moments. Your mind is loading. But Quaritch isn’t feeling that patient today. It’s his room, his rules, so he reaches for you and pulls your right against him so that your back is pressed against his chest.

“What are you-”

“Sleepin’ in my bed comes with terms and conditions, sweet’eart.” he replies in his gruff, sleepy voice.

His large, heavy hands wrap around you, making it impossible for you to leave. But oddly, you don’t want to. His body warmth comforts you and you start to relax your tensed body.

Your eyes grow heavy and before you know it, you’re asleep.

Miles feels your soft breath fan against his arm and he feels like he’s cradling a kitten. You’re so small and beautiful to him, he knows he must be careful having you around him.

Being so close to you makes him realise how good you smell and how soft your skin and hair are. You just look so inviting, he’s having a hard time falling asleep. Instead, his heartbeat is starting to pick up speed, involuntarily riling him up. In the back of his head, he doesn’t feel wrong for handling you like this. Taking advantage of your innocence doesn’t seem that wrong to him right now. He would never hurt you, but he’s done worse than this, so it doesn’t seem to faze him. Especially when the slowly building arousal is starting to badly influence his common sense.

You’re so close to him and you’re his. He has a right to be with you. You belong to him. Why shouldn’t he be able to explore and use what’s his?

His thoughts go wild as he starts to hesitantly imagine all the things he could do to you. You’re just laying there, so relaxed and available for him, he can’t just say no. He slowly unwraps his hands from around you, keeping his eyes trained on your body to make sure you’re still asleep.

When you don’t move, he tells the guilty part of him that you want this. Even though he knows he’s fully taking advantage of your size and innocence, he’s too worked up to let this go. His shorts feel tight around him and his growing erection, but he doesn’t focus on that just yet. He wants to see you for you before he focuses on himself.

They didn’t change you out of your Na’vi clothes, so most of your skin is exposed to Miles anyway. His hands move your hair to the side, exposing your back and the small strings keeping your chest piece attached.

His heart is now racing. He can’t believe what he’s doing but he won’t stop. Not with you looking so pretty in his bed.

Quaritch props himself up on one elbow, while his free hand gently traces your body, running from your shoulder, along your side and to your hips.

He leans forward, massaging the soft flesh of your hip before pressing his lips against your warm skin. His eyes close and he inhales deeply, not being able to get enough of the way you smell. Then, Miles pulls away, kissing you up to your shoulder blade. You’re so soft he feels the urge to just grab you and sink his teeth into your flesh but luckily for you, he doesn’t. Knowing you will probably shy away if you’re awake, Miles decides to explore you further by himself so that he can take his time toying with you instead of having to hold you down and keep you quiet.

Carefully, he slides the blanket off the both of you and sits up to properly look at you. He starts to fumble with the strings of your top, untying them and watching them loosely drape around your back. Miles’ large hand then finds your shoulder and he gently pulls you to him and turns you onto your back. He can’t wait much longer so he takes one string in between his fingertips and lifts your chest piece up, gently pulling it from your calmy sleeping body.

He draws a deep breath to stay composed while his darkened eyes drink in your bare chest. Such a pretty young thing you are, fully on display to him and only him.

He wants to devour you and drag his tongue and lips over every inch of your body, but he can’t risk waking you up just yet. He needs to see more before he can start touching you.

Miles slowly moves onto his knees, sitting by your legs. You’re wearing a loincloth like all other Na’vi. Something he hated before, not liking how they imprinted their culture on you. But now, he was almost thankful you weren’t covered in human clothes from head to toe.

He takes the material covering your crotch at the front and lifts it up to reveal that you aren’t actually bare underneath. You’re wearing something similar to panties except out of their woven fabric. Miles ignores the small beads and pattern of your loincloth and just hooks his fingertips under the sides of your waistband and slowly pulls it down your legs, teasing himself.

Once he lays eyes on your bare cunt Miles groans, struggling to stick to his plan of just looking. He knows now that he won’t be able to just admire you. He needs you for himself.

God, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. His large hands gently wrap around your legs, parting them to fully expose your pussy to his predatory eyes. What a pretty little thing you’ve grown to be.

You look so tasteful, Miles has to touch you. His fingers trace an outline around your pussy, watching a small shiver overcome your body in your sleep.

‘So sensitive’ he thinks, wondering whether you’ve ever done anything sexual with someone before. But judging by the way your body seems to eagerly be responding to his smallest touches, he concludes that you really are as innocent as he thought. It also means he needs to approach this with a gentle hand, not to scare or hurt you.

His fingertip slips between your folds, gently massaging you while watching your reactions. You’re still asleep but your breathing seems to occasionally change patterns. Your warmth has Miles feeling excited to feel it around him, whether that will even end up working. He had to stretch you out for him first, knowing he could hurt you if he didn’t.

His fingertip continues to gently flick over your clit, rubbing you along your slit until he feels the flesh give in and he reaches your hole. Slowly, Miles starts to push his finger into you and a deep growl rumbles through his chest when he feels the slick start to form inside you. But you’re still so tight, which he loves but he knows he must relax your muscles to make this pleasurable for you. You're his little girl after all, he can’t have you crying in pain underneath him.

It’s his job to care of you.

He starts to work you open for him, gently pushing two fingers into you now. Miles lowers his head closer to you, noticing that your slick has started to seep out of your tiny hole. His fingers have spread it all over your pussy until it is now glistening and shiny, making his mouth water. He must taste you, to confirm you’re really his. His mouth has to explore and experience his girl.

He uses his tongue to pleasure you and take away the slightly uncomfortable feeling his fingers may be creating inside you. Miles’ eyes stay trained on your face as he peers up at you. You’re still asleep which amazes him.

Once your pussy has managed to engulf his third fingers, Miles can’t wait anymore. That’ll do. He keeps your legs resting open for him while he pulls his loose pants down to his mid-thigh, finally freeing his aching erection. He knows he won’t fit all of him into you. You’re too delicate and small, but anything will do for him at this point.

He wants to guide you through this experience because he knows you have no idea about these kinds of things.

Seeing himself as your closest person, he feels he has the right to be your first. To take away the virginity you were born with, and lead you through this step of becoming a woman. To ‘break you in’.

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his shaft before pressing his tip against your heat. Miles hears you sigh in your sleep and your head turns to the other side, but your eyes stay closed.

He starts to rub himself against you, covering himself in your sweet wetness while letting his precum drizzle down onto your pussy. A shiver of excitement runs up his spine when he imagines how he’ll fill you up with his cum and permanently mark you as his. So that when he is finished with you, you’ll still be stained with his scent, making everyone who ever crosses you know that he claimed you.

With that thought, he starts to slowly apply pressure to your hole, gently pressing his tip against it until he feels it give way and start to let him in. Once his tip is almost in, he lets go of himself and positions himself above you. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your breathing has quickened, but you don’t seem to be awake just yet, so he continues to push himself into you.

He sharply inhales when he feels how tightly you’re squeezing him, but he can’t stop. Fuck it feels too good. His hips involuntarily buck forwards and he forces himself inside you until his tip hits your cervix. His eyes are closed in bliss, cherishing the feeling of being so close to you.

A small whimper makes Miles open his eyes and he meets your confused eyes, slowly waking up. You rub your eye, glancing around the room before looking up at him. He can see that you have no idea what is happening yet, so he slowly withdraws his throbbing length from inside you before pushing back inside. You clench your jaw, sucking in a pained breath and gasping.

“What’s happening?” You ask, trying to sit up but Quaritch restricts you from doing so by hovering over you. He dips his head down to your neck, placing soft kisses along your warm skin.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re in good hands.” He whispers, starting to rhythmically move his hips against yours. Your mouth is parted in surprise. You feel him deep inside you and it‘s so unexpected, you don‘t know how to react.

“Miles-“ you whisper in a shaky voice, not sure whether you should ask him what he’s doing, whether to stop or why you weirdly don’t hate it.

“Shh, let me take care of you.” He whispers, nipping at your neck with his fangs while he continues to gently thrust in and out of you.

“Daddy’s little girl” he hums into your ear. “Be good and stay still for me.”

Your small hands go up to grip his shoulders and you give him an experimental push but Miles won’t budge even a bit. So instead, you hold on to him, but you’re not sure why.

One of his hands snakes down between your bodies and he starts to toy with your clit again, watching your confusion and pleasure mix. The stretch of him hurt you but somehow, that made it feel nice.

“How’s that feel, sweet’eart?” He asks, continuing to massage you with his rough hands.

Your innocent eyes find him while you try to think of an answer.

“Good…” you whisper, wondering whether he might stop now but Miles doesn’t.

“Mhm,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Do you know what I’m doin’?” He asks and his voice sounds gruff.

You shake your head ‘no’.

“Makin’ you mine.”

His words make you feel more excited and Miles notices this when your pussy clenches around him. A smirk appears on his face as he continues to drive himself into you. He realises your tight muscles are finally easing around him so he quickens his pace, seeming happy that your body has accepted him inside you.

“M’ gonna fill you up, baby.” He grunts, starting to slowly lose control of his steady pace. Your stomach feels fuzzy and it makes you spread your legs further, hoping it will make the good feeling stay. It does. Miles instantly receives your invitation and starts to rut himself into you

You hum in pleasure, not feeling too bad about this. Jake was a father to you. You barely knew this man, so it didn’t seem that wrong to you. Miles however knew some part of this was wrong, but he wasn’t related to you biologically, only through memories.

His fingers rub rough circles over your clit and you gasp before the bubble inside you bursts. Your body trembles and your muscles spasming around Miles help him over the edge and into bliss. His biceps and core muscles flex as he shoots his cum inside you, thrusting a few more times to make sure he’s stuffed you full with it as much as possible.

Once he starts to calm down, Miles takes a little pity on your small figure. He knows he took advantage of you, but he won’t dwell on it too much now. Instead, he lays himself down next to you, rotating your body with him so that you're both lying against each other and on your sides like before. He keeps himself halfway inside you to prevent his cum from dripping out of you. You need to stay full until morning. Then at least, he can replace the last load with a fresh one. Fill you up until your womb is full of him and until you can’t walk anymore. Maybe he’ll do this to you every night, just to make sure it’s clear to you and to Jake if he meets you again, that you belong to Quaritch and no one else.

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Hey wishy! I’ve been bullied my hole life for being an out and proud gay guy. I’m as femme as they come, singing showtunes and prancing my way through life. I was wondering though. I’ve always thought about how the other, straighter half live. So, like could you turn me into an obnoxious straight dude. Whose whole personality is about be anti woke and straight?

straighter half

Barely out of high school now you ooze douche bag jock. Your ripped body every girl's dream. Though spending the summer at the homestead in the south wasn't your ideal at least you get one last hurrah with all the pussy you missed out on before graduation.

You reek from the chores you did today, you decide to go to the gym keep the stench alive. Hey Billy Ray, one of your ex girls said as you left you ignore her looking to trade her in for a better piece of ass in the big city. She's still pissed you broke it off and decides tp pants you, putting your bare ass on display, reveal a pride flag tattooed on your ass thanks to yours truly. Suddenly you're furious, ain't having no god damn woke faggot shit on me and in your new dumbass way yo look for the stupidest ways to get it off.

You grab your gun hellbent to find out who put that there.

You spit your chewing Tobacco and hop in your truck, heading out to raise hell while your girl shames you on the socials, by the time you make it into town, you're a disgrace for having that filth on your body

You go as far as fucking a girl in front of your buddies just to prove you ain't no fag, but you've been marked. It's too late, the life you lived was over ruined my some dumb ass tattoo. that night you end it all feeling the shame you brought on your family even though that wasn't who you were.

When you awoke, you found you were your old bubbly self, the memories embedded in your mind of the antiwoke straight dick still haunted your mind as you head outside, spitting tobacco from you mouth as your cute hillbilly boyfriends came in from tending to your family farm. You're so happy you grew up in an accepting family that don't care if you're a fag or not.

#body transformation #male transformation #twisted wish

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Note: This is a hypnosis story co-written with @josmith1718

THE PROTOCOL (CHAPTER TWO)

The next day, Dad and I had a lazy Saturday. I usually woke up early, but I slept like a log especially after dad's insatiable appetite after being under. I woke up and saw I was in bed alone. I stretched and made my way downstairs. I was wearing only boxer briefs when I came to the kitchen and saw dad making a whole breakfast spread, "Morning, bud. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Morning dad, what time did you wake up?"

"I've been up for a while. Woke up so refreshed." He smiled and gave me a kiss before asking me again, "Drink?"

"Uh, I'll have some orange juice."

"Okay bud, sit down, I'll get it for you."

Dad was very happy this morning. He was wearing an old baseball tee and shorts that were being eaten by his ass. I was spent from last night but seeing the sex god in this kitchen making me breakfast was giving me a second wind.

"Here you go son. What do you say we have a nice cookout today? Weather should be good; we can put some steaks on the grill and have some beers."

"Sure dad, but you are in the sun all day, I thought you would want to spend some time in the A/C."

"Well, we could do something else if you want." He smirked as he saw my hardon.

I reached down and tugged at my loose shorts, playfully showing off my endowment to Dad, but also pinching the base a little bit to tame the beast.

"It'll probably be better if I wait." I said.

"Waiting isn't your strong suit, buddy," Dad smirked.

"Nah it isn't," I admitted. I was about to ask whose fault that was but I reflected at how great my father was. I was the luckiest guy in the world. "So... cookout?" I asked. I knew if we stayed in that kitchen, I'd be initiating sex. And last Saturday we didn't leave the house till after noon...

Dad went to get dressed to run his errands to the grocery store. I offered to hit the hardware store for charcoal and some other stuff we needed. Surprisingly, bagged ice is cheaper there, too, so Dad asked me to get a bag or two so we could set up the cooler for the beer.

I was in and out of the big box store pretty quick. I don't know if it was the hypnosis, but I was in a weird mood that morning. Almost giddy with excitement of seeing if Dad was gonna put out for me later, really put out. Maybe I had some misgivings, too. I mean, Dad had brought up the hypnosis route and found the Company, but maybe I was too excited by the idea of reprogramming my loving father.

As I tossed the stuff in the back seat and as I started the car, I wondered about maybe my approach with fucking Dad was wrong. Maybe it wasn't just mental. Hypnosis was one thing, but he would need to get used to having something in his hole.

I took a little detour home, to where one of the adult sex stores was. Hopefully the ice wouldn't melt too much. I'd only been to this store a couple of times, the first time when I turned 18 and a buddy dared me to go as some sort of stupid high school ritual. The other was soon after that, when I heard a rumor you could get a no-strings blowjob in one of the booths. I went in, but chickened out.

Now, I went in and made a beeline for the vibrators and butt plugs. I was not a small fry and Dad would need some practice, even if he was under when I used the toys on him.

I found a beginner sized dildo and picked up an enema bag. I looked for a smaller sized butt plug. Even the smallest looked like it might be a challenge for a newbie at bottoming, but I picked it up too. With a naughty thought I eyed one of the bigger plugs. It would take a hell of a lot of hypnosis to get my tight virgin father to fit that inside him. But the idea turned me on like mad so I bought it too.

I made my purchases and headed back home. Dad was already putting away the groceries in the kitchen, as I went upstairs with my toys and hid them until I needed them.

I'd barely stashed them in the back of my sweaters in the closet when Dad walked into our bedroom. "I'm gonna hit the gym, Kyle," he said, peeling off that baseball shirt. God, here comes my hardon again. But Dad seemed oblivious to that as he went to root through his drawer for his workout gear. "I'll fire up the grill when I get back, OK?"

"Yeah, Dad," I said.

He grabbed his stuff and then paused to look at me. Maybe he wasn't so oblivious to my excitement after all. With a grin he sauntered over and stepped up to me, leaning forward to kiss me gently. It was hot, a lot of soft tongue as Dad and I made out in our bedroom.

His free hand was on my flank, feeling up my muscle beneath my T-shirt. "Nice, son," he grinned. "I can tell you've been hitting the gym too, buddy," he smirked. I worked out during my lunch hour at a corporate gym near my office. I usually enjoyed taking Saturday off.

"Gotta keep up with my old man," I smirked back. I reached down to undo my shorts, but Dad stopped me.

"Save it, buddy... it'll be worth your while, I promise." With that, dad pulled my shorts up and gave me a parting kiss, “Try to keep your hand away from that dick.” He said as he left the room. I did not know it was possible but I was even harder at that comment.

***

The food smelled great as dad sat next to me to let the meat cook on the grill. He had continued to wear the same workout clothes except for the sweaty shirt. He was showing off a good pump, I'd say, his perky nipples saluted me and his calves looked exceptionally delectable. If I was not so hungry, I probably would have tackled him as soon as he walked through the door.

"So how do you feel about the hypnosis, son?" Dad asked as he took a sip of his beer and sat next to me.

"I was hesitant at first but if it makes you happy, Dad, I'm game but, how about you? Did you feel different when you were under?" I asked. I kept putting the old man under and never even thought of asking if it was enjoyable.

"Not just me, son. Remember what you told me, if we're both not into it, we don't have to do it." He held his gaze on mine, "But I will be honest, if it'll help us... me... I want it."

I nodded and smiled at him. He reached and patted my thigh before answering the second half of my question.

"And to answer your question, I didn't feel anything. It felt like I fell asleep and when I ‘woke up' I felt refreshed. I hope it can help me to be able to give you what you want but if not, it's helping me to feel relaxed at least."

"Did you remember what you did when the man from the Company put you under?"

"No. We were talking and then he was telling me we were done. Whatever I did, I don't think it was embarrassing but I did feel good afterwards."

We ate, we tanned, and we had some more beers. It was a nice relaxed way to spend the weekend. Dad worked hard and in my own white collar way, I worked hard too. It was nice to lie in the backyard and think about nothing.

I had my eyes closed and tried to keep everything out of my mind. I just heard the sizzling of the grill, dad whistling, the light chirping of the birds. Suddenly, I began to think about the hypnosis and started throwing wood. It was a hot idea, having my dad do anything I wanted, bend over, and let me rim him or ask me to fuck him as matter-of-factly as he did when providing me with his oral services. I was maybe hoping it was a one session kind of deal and then Dad would be lifting his legs for me. Yet, he'd put off sex, even more than normal. I wondered if he needed more reinforcement or if I needed to expedite the process.

The more I thought about it, the more I decided I'd put him under again and take dad back to the white hallway. As soon as we went inside, I was determined I'd be putting him under again. I wanted to get in his ass but didn't want to do it prematurely. As I went through the motions of helping him clean and put away things, I was formulating a script in my mind of what I was going to say and do. I had to think of the Protocol the Company provided, and how reinforcement could help tap into Dad's inner psyche.

"That was great." Dad said as we were putting away the last of the leftovers in containers. I admired his hairy frame now that he had gotten a tan on his chest and back. A shame he didn't go shirtless at work, I'm sure he'd get more contracts showing his body off and he'd had an overall tan.

"You are the grill master, dad."

"You flatter me buddy." Dad rubbed my shoulder, as he stepped by me. I watched him walk down the hall, and even as he was out of my sight, the sound of the door closing suggested to me he was taking a piss.

It seemed the perfect chance to catch him unaware. That approach seemed to work the first time and if he was easily put under then, it should be no issue now. I put the food away as quickly as I could and then I walked down the hall to wait outside the bathroom for him to come out. I heard the flushing of the toilet followed by the start of dad washing his hands and whistling as he cleaned up.

"Hey buddy... you gotta go...?" Dad began as he opened the door but at the sound of me saying “power down” he stopped mid-sentence. He went from animated to emotionless in one swoop. His face was drained of emotion, his arms fell to his sides, and he looked past me, as though there was a point behind me, he needed to concentrate on.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Relaxed..." Was dad's monotone response.

"Remember what I told you about Kyle?"

Dad nodded and said "Yes..."

"Repeat to me what you learned about Kyle and what you need to do."

"Kyle does the fucking, to show him I love him, I have to let go and give him what he wants..." He responded. Once again, I smiled, "What does he want?"

"To fuck me." Dad responded, determined. As he finished his thought, I saw how he began to breathe a bit faster, and his cock began to swell up. The shorts he was wearing were flimsy and nothing hid what was happening down there.

"That's right. When this finally happens, you will give him happiness and he, in turn, will bring you pleasure. Your son will be happy, and you want to make your son happy right?"

"That's all I want, my boy to be happy." He was more determined with his response.

"Extend your hands and hold on to me, we are going back to the door in the white hallway." He extended his hands and I reached with mine. I held on, feeling the dampness on his skin.

"Walk with me as I count to five. Once I reach five, we'll be at the door."

"One... we're walking down the corridor," I slowly walked us to the bedroom where I had stashed the toys I would be needing, "Two... you are feeling relaxed and calm knowing your son will never cause you pain or hurt you," I passed a couple of framed pictures of us at a camping trip and from both of my graduations, "Three... you are closer to the door, remembering what you saw there, getting you excited..." At the threshold of the bedroom, I said, "Four... the door is at arm's reach, you want to open the door, right?"

"Yes, I want to open the door." Dad responded a bit breathlessly.

"Good... five, reach for the doorknob and open the door. What do you see?" I let go of his hand momentarily and saw him reach to the imaginary door to open it.

"I'm in bed with my boy... He is on top of me, getting ready to fuck me... My son looks happy..." Dad began to smile warmly as he saw the scene.

"He is very happy, but you can't bottom for him yet, why?" I caressed his hand.

"Men don't get fucked." Again, determined. I knew we would need to work on this now if we were going to get anywhere.

"Look at yourself, Brian. You are a man. Look at your muscles, your hairy torso, strong legs, are you not a man?"

"Yes, I'm a man."

"Keep looking at the scene in front of you, is your son inside you, fucking you, making you feel good?"

"God... yes, he is fucking me, making me feel pleasure." He tightened his grip on my hand and his breathing increased. He wanted to be able to give his boy this, the pleasure that he would experience was secondary at this point. All he wanted was to be a good daddy and take care of his boy's needs. He wanted what he saw.

"And as he is doing this... are you changing at all?" I asked, looking at dad's face to see if there was any resistance to what I was inferring.

Dad looked confused at this. I continued to caress his hand and pushed on, "Did you become less of a man?"

Again, confusion, his brow creased as he thought of it. I answered for him, "No you didn't. Look, Kyle is still fucking you, bringing you pleasure. He is fucking a man, not a woman. Say it, Kyle fucks men."

"Kyle fucks men..."

"Again, with conviction."

"Kyle fucks men." I moved his hand to my cock, and I moved my free hand to his, "Hold Kyle's cock and ask him who he fucks."

Dad looked at me as though trying to look through a fog and asked, "Who do you fuck?", his hand lightly gripping my cock like he did when he was ready to give me a handjob. I fished out his cock and began to match his grip and stroking motions as I answered.

"I fuck men, dad, not women, just men. Hairy, muscular, masculine men. Men that work construction, that have a tan from being in the sun working hard, muscles from moving heavy things all day." I said this as I stroked him.

"God, son..." he whispered to himself.

"Brian, who is getting fucked on the bed?" I asked, getting a thrill calling him by his name.

"I am..."

"Are you a man?"

"Yes..."

"So, say it, I'm a man that gets fucked."

Dad's voice was direct and unwavering. A pure expression of his unconscious. "Men don't get fucked."

Jesus Christ. Back to square one.

I let go of his dick and thought for a second. What would the Protocol suggest? I don't even remember where the idea came from, but I remembered something about triangulation. Shifting the focus. "Brian.... Listen carefully to my voice.”

Dad looked at me with unwavering concentration.

"You are past the white door now... where only my voice matters."

"Your voice."

I felt his grip on my cock get tighter, now playing with it, then stroking it. Fuck, this felt good.

"When you are awake, Brian, and you worry about not being a man, you can listen to my voice and it'll relax you, helping you let go for your son."

I spread my legs and let Dad openly stroke me. The more I talked the more eagerly he tugged at my dick. "You know what that voice will be telling you?"

He shook his head no. Like an eager student studying for a test. Aww God, his hand felt amazing. This man, even under, only had one mission and it was to bring me pleasure. I had to bite my lip and take a deep breath before I continued because I didn't want to shoot yet, I needed to see this through.

"That voice will be telling you that anytime you don't feel like a man, to think instead about Kyle. Your son—" God, Dad's hand was driving me crazy. I wasn't normally a hand job guy, but this head fuck was messing with mine in its own way. "—and how manly he is." I finished my train of thought in a raspy voice.

"Yes, Kyle is a man." Dad responded determined, proud even. The same way he would when bragging to his buddies about me for something.

"Good," I said. "And because Kyle is a man, you do not have to worry about yourself. Just listen to that voice...Dad." My breath was getting shorter. I reached out and began stroking Dad's cock as he did mine.

"What does that voice say, Dad?" I stopped calling him by his name and reverted back to ‘Dad.' I wanted him badly and calling him Brian, while naughty at first, was not as personable as ‘Dad.' The man raised me, taught me so much. Now it was my turn to return the favor, as it were, and teach him new things. Things that would bring him pleasure.

"That voice is saying Kyle is a man." He was sweating a bit, his nipples were perky and his cock throbbed in my hand.

"What do men do?"

"Men fuck.”

"What is going to help you be able to be your son's bottom daddy?” I was stroking dad hard, and he was too, we were both lost in the moment. I don't even know when it was the last time, I called dad ‘daddy' but I had just said it and if I was not in the edge of shooting, I was when dad responded.

"Listen to the voice... allow Kyle to make me his bottom daddy." The combination of seeing dad zonked out, his words and his hand on my cock, I shot my load, some of it landing on his hand and floor. Dad, in turn, shot all over my hand. Like father like son, both shooting our loads at the idea that I needed to fuck him, and he was going to allow me to.

We were both breathing hard and as we both caught our breath, I looked at dad and with some clarity instructed him to close the door. Dad used his free hand and simulated closing the imaginary door. I continued, "You are a man that gets fucked, keep that in mind. You still can't bottom for Kyle, but you want to, desperately. You want to get pleasure, you want to make Kyle happy, but you need to prepare for it. You will ask Kyle to help you. It'll be scary but put your trust in your son, he loves you, he is here for you, he is going to make sure everything you do for him, is returned with pleasure tenfold."

"I trust my son." No hesitation at all. That made me really happy that dad have trust in me.

"And he trusts you. He loves you very much." I kissed his cheek and felt the stubble, it was the weekend he hadn't shaved since Friday.

Dad smiled and continued to stroke my spent cock, bringing it back to life, "Once you come out of this state of relaxation, at some point tonight you will ask your son to help you. You will ask him what you need to do, what can you do to get ready. You will only feel pleasure once it happens. This pleasure will make you feel comfortable getting played with and fucked by your son, Kyle. Understood?"

"Yes... I want that... I want Kyle to play with me..."

"He wants to play with you too. Now, you are going to wake up when I count to three. When you wake, you will not realize you were under but will retain all instructions and suggestions. You will also not find it weird that we are here covered in cum. You will find it hot and want to shower off the remnants of it before we head downstairs, and watch T.V. Understood?"

"I understand."

"Good, let's wake up. One... Two... Three..."

Life came back to dad's eyes, and he smiled when he saw the mess we had made, "Shame I didn't get that load in my mouth but can't cry over spilled milk, right buddy?"

I smiled and he closed the gap and gave me a kiss, "Let's hit the showers, son." I nodded and followed him as he dragged me to the bathroom without letting go of my cock.

We showered, made out under the running water, and then saw a bit of T.V. before we called it a night. As we were getting ready for bed, dad looked at me intently, "I love you so much, buddy."

"I love you too dad." I smiled and threw a pillow at him. He caught it and then stroked it a bit, almost as if he was arming himself with courage.

"I really want to give you everything I can, son. I'm a man and I shouldn't be scared to ask for help so here it is.” He took a deep breath, “Help me."

"Dad, anything you need, you know I'm here for you." I responded. I sat on the edge of the bed and dad came to my side and sat next to me.

"I want to be your bottom and I need to know how to do that. I don't know if hypnosis will help but in case it does, I need to prepare myself... but I don't know what I should even do first." He sounded determined but innocent all at once. I bit my lip as he said that, damn, I was once again throwing wood.

I moved a bit, trying to hide what was growing between my legs and at first, I was not sure if dad noticed but he definitely did when he got up and used my name, "Come on Kyle, I need your help. Tell me what I need to do to prep for when I finally give it up." He sounded annoyed that I would choose his vulnerable moment to be a horndog.

"Sorry dad...” I grabbed a pillow and put it over my crotch, “You need to clean yourself out and then practice. It's not much to it. Here..." I got up, covering my crotch making dad more annoyed.

“Take the pillow off, I already know you're horny,” he growled softly.

I blushed and nodded and went to get the toys. I pretended to take a while to look for them as though they were there for a long time and brought out the enema bag, "Here you go dad, this is an enema bag, you use this to clean yourself out."

"So...I fill this with water and then..." He mimed it not wanting to say it, blushing as I nodded my head.

"I can help you if that would—"

"I'll do it alone buddy. We may shower together but I draw the line with you watching me shit out poop water."

"Alright, I'll be here dad. Take your time, it's not a race."

"How long do I do it for?" He asked as he walked towards the bathroom.

"Until the water you push out is clear."

Dad was gone for a while. My cock deflated as soon as he left. Dad's mere presence had that effect on me. He could be standing perfectly still and I'd want to jump his bones. As he cleaned himself, I ended up working on emails and getting them scheduled to be sent out Monday morning. I even folded some laundry as he stayed in the bathroom. I didn't hear much other than the occasional flushing. After a little over half an hour, I heard the toilet flush again and dad come back to the room as I was putting away some clothes.

"If we were to do the deed, I'd have to do that every time?" He was red and sweating. God only knows what he did in that bathroom, but I didn't think it would take that long.

"We can get a bidet and a proper douche, you know, to be cleaner down there." I smiled at dad.

"Fuck, buddy... I have never been in the bathroom this long ever but honestly, I never felt so clean." I couldn't deny my need to be with dad. I grabbed the folded clothes still on the bed and put them on the chair in the corner of the room and ran towards dad. He held me and we began to make out. He held me tight, his shirtless frame on my clothed one. He pulled the shirt off and I began to play with his hairy chest.

As the kisses became more needy, my hands began traveling slowly down towards his ass, something he would not let me do before. The man had his hangups and one of those things was not getting near his hole. I kissed, sucked, touched, caressed and loved every part of my dad's body but his ass... that was something I wanted to explore at length but never could.

"Son..." He began as my hand caressed his ass.

"Dad please, I won't go in, I just want to touch it." I said, going back to kissing him deeply. Dad moaned into my mouth and let me explore. Fuck, that furry ass was making me bone something bad. Dad slowly lowered my shorts and began to play with my cock, "Fat executive cock..." he hissed.

We were both enthralled by what we loved on each other's bodies. I scooted up in bed and let Dad suck my dick some. I had to urge him to go slow at times and finally pulled him off. I didn't want to cum in his mouth, though I could read Dad's desire to get off that way. He loved having my dick in his mouth and loved swallowing my cum.

I got back down so we were face to face, naked in bed together. But as I got on top of him, almost a classic missionary position, I felt Dad's body jerk and shiver beneath mine. Like he got a cold spell.

"You OK, Dad?" I asked.

He nodded, gulping. "Yeah, son... it's just... fuck!"

He got another shiver. I realized it was the hypnotic suggestion, giving him that excitement when I was on top of him. I humped his cock and we made out. Dad was moaning into my mouth and clutching at my back and then my arms. Pulling me in, wanting nothing more than my weight on top of his.

"You're such a fucking stud, son," he whispered as we finally broke that kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Dad was vulnerable and yet totally alive. Turned on. Fuck, this was gonna happen. Maybe I wouldn't even need the toys.

I kissed my way down, feeling my father shiver as I enjoyed the feel of his fur and his aged brawn. I went further, pushing Dad's legs back. That didn't get resistance but almost immediately his hand was on my head, stopping me.

"Can't son," he said. Not apologetic. Like, freaked out just from the fact I was gonna rim him.

Goddamnit.

"Power down," I said.

Dad's body relaxed, almost to the point of going limp. I even had to hold his legs in place, splayed back. I could see his squeaky clean pucker. Maybe this wasn't the Protocol, but I wasn't gonna waste a clean dad hole like this. Not after dreaming about it all day.

"When you were awake, how did you feel Brian?"

"Horny... then nervous."

"I understand... but, I'm going to share a secret with you that'll make the nerves fade away. You want that, right? You can speak freely”

“Yes, I don't want to be nervous for my boy.” I smiled. It must be hard for him. A man that has lived so long with this notion and wanting to get rid of it, knowing that it'll be a pleasure for him and his lover but unable to.

“Can you keep a secret?" I whispered, looking up from his hole. Damn, I wish I didn't have to do this right now. I was ready to rock his world. Nevertheless, I persisted.

"Yes." His voice was quiet, obedient, determined.

Damn, I was rock hard. This whole thing with dad recharged me in a way that I was ready to shoot again if dad helped me out. "You are a special man, Brian. Some men only have one pleasure spot. Their cocks. You have four."

"Four?" he said, a bit surprised with a hint of confusion.

"Yes, four. You've already found two. Your cock, and the back of your throat." I reached and caressed his cock a bit.

Dad's dick surged hard again when he felt my hand and my voice, the words and their meanings sinking in.

"You like when Kyle tickles the spot in your throat, don't you Brian?"

"I do," Dad answered.

"It's pure pleasure for you."

"Yes," he said.

I ran my fingers along his leg hair as I scooted in. Dropping my voice to an even more suggestive register, I continued, "You have a spot like that deep inside you, Brian. Deep in your ass."

His face grew questioning, but he nodded.

"So deep only your son can reach it. Kyle is the only man who has the key to unlock that spot for you."

"Kyle is a man." No hesitation.

Fuck, my cock just spurted some pre on to dad's furry belly.

"You know why he has that key?"

"Because Kyle loves me." His smile grew with his response. I loved this man.

"Yes, Kyle loves you and he wants you to feel that intense pleasure deep inside you."

"I am a lucky father."

"You are a lucky man, Brian. Because you have one more pleasure spot. Your asshole craves stimulation."

"Stimulation."

"You want Kyle to make that spot feel good, too."

"Yes."

We'd see if this works.

"Ok Brian, continue to listen to my voice. I am going to count to three. You will not realize you were under, but you will continue to follow all suggestions and instructions while you were in this state. Once you wake, you'll feel alive and happy and allow your boy do what he wants, you trust him. You want this. Understood?”

“I understand.”

“Let's wake up, handsome. One... two... three...”

Dad's body tensed beneath mine and he let out a breath. It took him a half second to refocus, but he smirked at me.

"You're hard as a rock, buddy," Without missing a beat he responded as though he hadn't been under.

I nodded. "You get me that way, Dad." I attacked his chest again with my lips then started the process of kissing lower. We'd see if this worked. I slowly got to his cock, kissing it before I went lower.

Dad was hesitant, I could feel his body stiffen but then I pulled his legs back again and he let me.

I saw my prize, that beautiful daddy hole winking at me, inviting me to love it. God, I wanted that more than anything, to show how good my tongue could feel in there... before something bigger went in.

"Son please..." He whispered. He knew it was going to happen and was nervous.

"I'm here dad, please trust me, let me make you feel good just like you make me feel good."

"I trust you son... I trust you completely." He bit his lip before reaching for his legs and raising them on his own.

"Aww fuck, dad..." I said and before he changed his mind, I dove into his ass and began to kiss it. I was in heaven, after so many years, I was rimming him, and it was amazing.

"My fucking God!" Dad cried. Unprepared for the sensations, he let out a moan and spread his legs wider. "Kyle! Buddy!"

"Yeah? Like your son eating this ass?" I asked as I pulled back to look up his furry beef and into his handsome face.

"I think so..." He opened his eyes, then watched as I dipped back in again to lick his entrance. "Yeah... that's it.... I love it, son. Keep going, eat your dad's ass, buddy."

"Thank you, dad, thank you," I muttered into his hole. I responded enthusiastically and began to really eat him out. Dad was moaning, his nipples were hard, his cock throbbing. The man had denied himself this feeling for too long, and I was happy and lucky to be the one giving him this pleasure.

"Eat me out, son, God your tongue is slithering in there." He was now bucking his hole against my face, almost riding my mouth. I still didn't know how much of this was the hypnotic suggestion or his body naturally feeling good from my hitting his spot but either way, I was not going to question it. Right now, I was going to enjoy myself and really give dad the full experience.

I moaned and nodded, really pushing my tongue into that nice, clean hole, wiggling it around before retreating to tease the pucker.

"My executive stud," Dad grunted, "Showing his dad how good it is to have him playing with his ass."

‘His ass,' fuck that made me double my efforts before I reached for his cock and began to play with it.

"Yeah buddy, play with it, that ass is yours, all yours stud. Fuck, you got me so hard, son." Goddamn, my father was contracting his abs and thrusting that vulnerable cherry hole up against my munching mouth. This was out of control in the best way.

Thank you, Tech Bro, I was getting everything I ever wanted. Never would Dad have let me do this before, and now he was encouraging me to play with his amazing dad hole. This guy at the Company knew what he was doing, and Dad and I were proof of it. I would recommend the service to however many people I could and leave a great Google review.

My man was now a moaning mess, sweating profusely, his nipples hard, his cock dripping precum, I wanted to concentrate on his pleasure and not mine. My cock would explode in my shorts for all I care if it meant that dad would love this enough to let me play in there whenever I wanted.

I pushed my tongue deeper in there as I felt his hole begin to open and suck on my tongue.

"I'm on the edge, buddy... ready to cum for my executive stud... shoot for my boy..." That was hot, I got off his ass and crawled until I was on top of him, "I love you dad, so damn much."

"I want to shoot my load for you, I want to give you my load, buddy."

"Shoot for your son, dad, shoot for your man." I kissed him again. He didn't object to tasting my lips fresh from his ass. I slipped Dad some tongue before pulling back. I wanted to rim him more.

Going back to his ass, I doubled my efforts, just as my hand gripped his cock as I began to stroke him.

"Give me that load, dad, shoot for your stud, show him what a good dad you are."

"Fuck son, fuck, fuck, eat me out.... You're working my spot, son," Dad grunted.

I nodded and increased the speed of my strokes. A combination of my tongue work and my hand on his cock, Dad moaned and then I felt his cock expand and shoot his load. I continued to stroke until I felt dad's hand on mine.

"Fuck, son...fuck..." He was shaking. I kissed his ass one last time before I let him lower his legs. Scooting up, I lay next to him, my cock hard as steel. We were both catching our breath. Dad had his arm over his eyes, like he was recovering from a marathon.

"Fuck..."

"How do you feel dad?" I asked as I laid my hand on his chest. His hairy chest was damp from the sweat, and I could feel his heart beating hard.

"Damn..." He responded before he laughed, "That was... amazing. So intense, I never... All I can say is.... fuck..."

I smiled and grabbed his head. He lifted his arm and looked at me, "Was it everything you hoped for?" He asked in a sultry voice.

"And more, dad, c'mere." He smiled and we kissed. We stayed kissing until he realized I had not shot, "You didn't cum?" He asked concerned.

"This was about your pleasure dad." I responded honestly.

"I'm such a lucky bastard. Let's get in the shower, son, I'll take care of you there."

***

Before bed, I pulled out the dildo I'd purchased.

"What's this?" He asked, chuckling, nervous as he saw me bring the thing out of the packaging.

"You washed yourself, now, we need to train your ass to get used to having something up there."

I was undeterred and I looked at him before saying, "Trust me, dad."

He bit his lip and nodded, "How do you want me?"

It was difficult but after rimming him again, to calm his nerves though it was more for me, I lubed him up and ran the dildo along his ass lips.

"Oh!" he grunted. I grinned and gave him a determined look as I ran the toy over his sensitive spot. The more I ran it over his ring, the more he seemed into it, and I watched him get a boner again. I took the cue to push it in. It wasn't too big, but it was enough.

"Easy son, I'm cherry back there." He urged, reaching down to grip my forearm. Dad has a strong grip.

I nodded and concentrated on just the inner part of his sphincter, eventually working an inch in and out, giving my old man time to get used to it. All in all, we both worked to get this next step completed. A compromise between my desire to see Dad penetrated and his desire to focus on the pleasures in his anus itself. We would both get a good night's sleep after our efforts this evening.

I was getting hard, and I stroked my cock in one hand while I used the other to diddle his hole.

Dad let out a grunt and another inch of that fake cock slid inside him. The suddenness tripped my wires.

"Fuck!" I gasped as a load shot out. Since Dad had sucked me off an hour before, it wasn't the heaviest cum, but it was bigger than I expected.

I thanked him with a kiss and pulled out the dildo, laying it on the nightstand.

"That was incredible, Dad," I muttered as he pulled my body to his, “I'm glad bud... and it was good for me too.” We fell asleep soon after, dad holding me in his arms.

#drakestories

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pollyna · 2 months

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I don’t even know why the first thing that my brain thought of after waking up at 7am was this, but here you go!

A hand find its way to Mav’s hair and it gently ran through it.

“That’s nice,” Mav thought. He opened one of his eyes to see whose hand it belonged to and fully expecting to see a silver haired man next to him, looking at him with that relieved smile.

Instead, Maverick woke up to an empty hospital room and the usually occupied chair next to the bed was empty. He was looking for Iceman, the person who was always there when he woke up from another crash or accident but he couldn’t find him.

“Maybe Ice went for coffee or something” Mav thought.

Right on time, the door to mav’s hospital room opened. Mav couldn’t help but smile his wide sunshine smile that he reserved just for Ice after getting into trouble again. He also couldn’t help himself from saying “Hey, Ice” to the figure entering his room.

The eyes that met his were the wrong colour. They were brown instead of the icy blue eyes that he loved and the brown eyes are filled with guilt and sadness.

“Sorry Mav. It’s not Ice, it’s Bradley.”

“Oh hi baby goose” Mav said to Bradley as he came closer to the bed and stood next to it.

“Where’s Ice? Do you know when will he be here?” Mav asked Bradley and he watched him sucked in a harsh breath and those guilt in his eyes intensified.

“Are you ok Bradley? What’s the matter?” Mav’s gentle yet concerned voice asked.

“Ice couldnt come, mav” Bradley answered hesitantly.

“Oh? He’s on a work trip or something?” Mav asked.

“No, not like that” said Bradley.

“Then why?” Mav pushed for answer.

Bradley inhaled deeply and briefly looked up to the ceiling before looking back at mav as he carefully chose his next words “do you remember what happened last week, Mav?”

“Yes I do. Us training for the mission, the dogfight football, cyclone chewing my ass yet again, more training, coyote going into g-loc, the bird strike and the fun—,” the memory hit mav like a brick. No, it’s worse than a brick.

“Oh… Ice’s, Ice’s funeral…” Mav said barely above a whisper and didn’t have the chance to stop himself from looking at the empty chair next to his hospital bed.

The soothing touches had been a dream or was it memory? Mav wasn’t so sure of himself anymore because how could he forget the day he lost Ice? It was the most pain he felt when he lost him and none of his many ejections and accidents were that painful. Even the pain he felt right now wasn’t as bad as the day he buried his Ice.

“I’m so sorry, Mav” Bradley offered and bent down to hug him. He pretended that he didn’t notice the tears that were falling from Mav’s eyes and continued to hold on to his godfather. Bradley’s heart broke for the man in his arms who had suffered too many heartbreaks and silently vowed to himself that he would protect him to the end of his life.

I’m sorry guys. I couldn’t help it…

WELL LET'S SAY IT WASN'T HOW I IMAGINE GETTING WAKED UP-

But it's really good and I love the concept of Mav forgetting Ice is dead because it's such a huge everything him not being around that his mind refuses the possibility of it at every turn and just- forgets he's not here.

I'm gonna cry a little brb

#icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #mcd #bradley rooster bradshaw

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lorcandidlucienwill · 4 months

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Ruhn mfing Danaan

“Keep talking, Athalar. Let’s see where it gets you.” “Sounds like a whole lot of big talk. Why don’t you put on a little demonstration for Athalar, Bryce?” “Trust me, Bryce, I’ve known for a while what he is. I had to fucking live with him.”

“He gave enough of a shit about you to want me to be your live-in guard. But you wanted Athalar to play sexy roomie.” I’m glad you called me tonight. I know things are fucked up between us, and I know a lot of that is my fault, but if you ever need me, I’m here. Anytime at all, Bryce.

“I was asking about why he’s not on the call, not whether you’re dating, but that’s good to know.”

He woke up, took his potions like a good boy, and demanded to know where you were. “I’m just checking to see if the sky’s falling, since you’re thanking me for something.” “You’re my sister. Of course I’d come to save your ass.”

“I don’t care if I’m called Prince or Starborn or the Chosen One or any of that. The only thing I want to be called right now is your brother. If you’ll have me.” “Pay up, assholes.”

I’m not the kind of male whose sense of pride is so brittle that I need to cling to a shiny weapon. If you want to use it, it’s yours. “All right. You’re a brooding hero and I’m a lazy asshole. Is that really how you want to start your pitch?” His father threw him an admonishing glance as he slid into his desk chair, surveying the bare Starsword. “You smell like trash.” “Thanks. It’s a new cologne I’m trying out.” “You want an excuse for me to beat the shit out of you, Athalar, then I’m down.” “Yeah, but we hate the angels more than we hate wolves, so … you’re only our second-worst enemy.” “I’m flattered I was so high on your priority list today.” “Nice to meet you. I’m busy.” “He’s a little young for you.” “So this is just to prove you’ve got bigger balls? You want to head up the Aux while you’re in town, fine. I could use a vacation.”

“I’m sure there are Reapers who’ll stoop to fuck you.” “You would have traded your life for a fire sprite’s?” There was no condescension in the question—merely bald curiosity. “Yeah. I would have.”

“No. I … I guess my mind reached for yours.” “It’s always the lady’s choice with me. I’m game for anything.”

“Our insurance rates will go sky-high.” “I don’t need to. I don’t give a shit what you look like. I like talking to you.” “I want to smell your scent. See you. Even for a moment.” “I’m really glad you’re my sister.”

“First rule of being a prince. Rebel where you can.” “I wanted to see you tonight. I spent the entire time watching the clock.” “Your fate is bound to mine.” "Long live the queen."

#ruhn danaan #prince ruhn #ruhnlidia #crescent city

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the television show, season 1

we look at each case objectively, without presupposition.

i'm sorry. what are you saying?

it didn't have to be that way.

people make assumptions. that's the problem.

there were bodies.

you know, i'm not even gonna ask.

i want to be just like you.

how dumb are we?

i think we'd better head over to the police station.

that's a cop-out.

i'm not good with kids.

if that's your stance, how could it have been prevented?

they should have protected me.

where are you going?

i mean that as a friend.

i think you scared him. all his hairs are standing up.

fine suit.

get your finger out of my face.

you're kidding me, right?

hey, i'm just doing my job.

blood's like my grandfather. never lies.

oh. i barely heard you.

i can't answer that question.

i didn't know this was a competition.

that's a career killer.

i have no idea how it got there.

by law, you've got to disclose everything.

pin me up against a wall and lay one on me like you mean it.

you assholes.

if it involves the protection of my child, i fight to the death.

hey, give me a little credit.

look, forget the formalities.

what's that smell?

you can joke all you want. it's your ass on the line.

i didn't say i couldn't do it.

did i just do that?

normal would be nice.

my spider sense says it wasn't.

you didn't even hesitate.

half of them couldn't find their own ass with a map.

i love my work.

so who's winning?

do yourself a favor. think for yourself.

maybe i saw you perform.

i would never doubt your word.

keep thinking. that's what you're good at.

i never screw up one of my cases with personal stuff.

these things will only confuse you.

concentrate on what cannot lie.

whose blood is that?

somebody left a message. i need to see the rest of it.

you would've remembered.

i need to see their shoes.

we restore peace of mind.

you can pick up your gun tomorrow.

now tell me, why are we here?

it's our job to know how.

is there anything in there with alcohol?

if you stay with it, my hand to god, you will never regret it.

what do you think?

how about a gun?

stop flirting with me.

what an imagination you have.

actually, it's just an audio book.

are my observations distracting you?

i come here for calamari.

that's why i took this job.

what's the status?

high altitude enhances the entire sexual experience.

like i said, it's all about results. if you don't get them, i will.

you're right, you know.

would you mind taking off your jacket and rolling up your sleeve?

you can do that?

that's what's so sad. you see this as a career.

i saw some bruises.

it's not going to be easy.

would you hand me a swab please?

there's no smoking in here.

well, that's good news.

no offense, but i don't think i want to eat anything that's been in this office.

someone chased this kid to death.

i just thought it'd be something different.

what makes you think you belong here?

you're avoiding the question.

one life imposed itself on another.

you want to sleep with me?

it'll be back to normal in 24 hours.

how would the night end?

that is correct... according to this book.

i have a crime scene to process, so you'll have to excuse me.

i might have to do some field research to find out.

good thing i have a healthy ego.

i'm gonna go out on a limb here and say they're hiding something.

how do you talk to a dead body?

i should be just like you.

sometimes i have a beer with it.

how do you figure?

got anything for me?

so you slept through the whole thing and woke up next to a dead body.

we don't impose our will. we don't impose our hopes on the evidence.

what's the matter with your guys?

do you think we're dressed for a wedding?

i wish i had been married to you.

i hardly know that woman.

look, could we have a truce?

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romanarose · 1 year

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Darkness on the Edge of Town: Chapter 2

Joel Miller x reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Chapter Summary: You try to get Joel to warm up to you, and Joel learned his rescue may not have gone as planned.

WARNINGS: References to attempted rape (previous chapter) but we don't dwell on it. blowjob, thigh riding, subby!joel, Joel is a grumpy pants but he's getting there.

A/N I kinda had given up on this, but then someone send an anon ask for me, and i got some nice comments on AO3 so here we are. I condensed the story, so sorry if it feels rushed. one or two more chapters after this. I also changes from OC to reader, so if anything in this chapter or the last says "her" or any physical descriptions i missed in the edit, please let me know! I'll do my best to do this story justice!

Joel woke up the way he always did; annoyed. “Quit touching my shit” He grumbled.

You jumped at his voice, stepping away from Joel’s small collection of records. “Sorry” You didn’t look sorry. He didn’t respond.

But you kept talking. “I saw you have Nevermind, that’s pretty impressive.” No response. “My dad had some SoundGarden album, I can't really remember what it was, used to listen to it a lot” When you still didn’t get anything from him, you sighed, and Joel only felt a little bit bad. For the next few hours, you made occasional attempts at conversation, only to be met with absolutely nothing in response. By the later afternoon, you had taken to nearly having a conversation with yourself. This is how Joel found himself lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, listening to you babble on about one thing or another, trying to think of a way to get you to shut up; telling you as such directly hadn’t worked. “Is this your guitar?” You gestured towards the 6 string propped up against the shotty record player. It wasn’t nearly the first question you’d asked that day, but it was the first you didn't answer yourself. He took the opportunity to be snarky. “Whose else would it be?” “You’re girlfriend?” You answered nonchalantly. This got his attention, making him sit up to look at you while you continued looking at the guitar. “What?”

You turned to him and answered like it was so obvious. “Well, you had pads in the bathroom.” A little flush crept up in Joel’s neck. He wasn’t a stranger to them by any means, he had no problem buying them for Sarah, but talking about it with a woman he barely knew was a different story. Joel dodged your eyes, laying back down again. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” “Well, whoever those are meant for then, if they're here enough to need pads and tampons.” Joel had gotten them years ago, found some randomly in an abandoned store, and kept them on hand for Tess in lieu of trading. Joel has long suspected they were no longer relevant to her, but was not about to ask. “Those are for emergencies.” “Ohhhh” You teased. “Got lots of ladies coming and going?” Joel didn’t dignify this with a response. In fact, he refused to dignify every comment and question you made for the next 3 hours with any answer until you began yawning, and Joel took the opportunity to offer you the bed to nap, very happy to have something to get you to shut the hell up for a few hours.

Once he was sure you were out cold, snoring loudly, he radioed a contact.

A few hours later, you were up and still annoying him. You had spent the last few hour attempting to work out, jogging in place, pushups, sit ups rationalizing that you would never be able to sleep if you just sat around all day when Joel gave you a look. He couldn’t help but stare a bit when he thought you weren’t looking looking (you were). You were an interesting person to be sure, one of the few that weren’t intimidated by him, chattering away and continuously trying to get some sort of background information from him, something to work with. It was clear you were likely very lonely, but Joel was not the cure for that. He found himself accidentally looking at your ass while you did squats when someone threw rocks at the window, and while Joel tells you not to, you open the window to see a FEDRA guard. “Yeah?” you shout down, before Joel pushes you out of the way, telling the guard to meet him downstairs.

When Joel opens up the door to the apartment building, he takes the bags the guard brought.

“Was that the girl?” He asks.

Joel doesn’t look up, looking through the bags to make sure everything is there. “How many girls do you think I have in my apartment?”

“Ross isn’t happy with you”

“He’s never happy with me” Joel mutters as he pays for what the guard brought.

“No, Joel, he’s furious. It’s not good. He wants her.”

This caught Joel’s attention, and he looked up.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s not gonna let go of this. He thinks she’s his. When the lockdown is over, she’s not out of this.”

Although his face betrayed no emotion, concern was bubbling in him as he shut the door, walking down the hall slowly. For reasons Joel couldn’t place, he felt a duty to her. He intervened in the ally, he allowed her to stay with him, when this was done, he should be able to wash his hands of her…

“You look grumpier than usual.” You comment as he comes in, carrying the bags as you stretched.

“Very observant” Joel retorts.

“What’s that?” You reference the bags he was unloading onto the cabinets.

“Nothing”

“Did you get more food?”

“No”

But he did, it was clear. Joel had pulled his strings to get more food and necessities for you.

“Thank you, Joel”

He was struck with the sincerity in her voice, different from the usual chattering, sarcasm, and one way conversations. He continued to put things away as he heard you stand up, trying to ignore you. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I can pay you back, I got some ration cards at home.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Joel reiterated.

Your voice was suddenly very close to him, he could feel your presence behind him. “Or I could pay you back another way.”

Joel quickly started walking away to pretend to do something else, trying to hide the blush on his face.

You keep distance, not wanting to cage him in, but you do follow him a little as he fucked around the room.

“Oh come on, how long’s it been?”

“Not that long” he spoke with a little indigence, so you dropped it.

“Just a blow job, it’ll kill some time-”

Joel whipped around. “I didn’t bring you here to take advantage of you”

You softened, taking a careful few steps forward as you did, not trying to overwhelm him, but assure him that he wouldn’t be. “You’re sweet. I think you try to pretend you’re not, but you are. I won’t push it, but it doesn’t have to be in exchange for anything, if that makes you feel better.”

Joel eyed you suspiciously, still on guard. “What do you get out of it?”

You smirk a bit. “I get a lot out of it, I enjoy it”

He scoffed at that. “Sure, you enjoy sucking a guy off.”

“Oh I most definitely do, Joel.” You said with a smile. “The feeling of a thick cock in my mouth, the taste, the smell, the sounds they make-”

“Stop” Joel had his eyes closed and you could tell he was considering it. “I get it.” He opened his eyes and watched you, thinking. “Just a blowjob? And we can call it even?”

“Just a blowjob. Unless you want to fuck me, of course”

He held out hand. “Blowjob is fine.” But he made no move, and you had a feeling you’d be taking the lead; fine by you, you loved to have a man whimpering at your hands.

“Awesomesauce. Now, let me guess…” You pretended to consider for a moment. “You strike me as more of a ‘laying down’ kind of guy”

As long as you weren’t going crazy, the smallest smile appeared on his face. “How’d you know?”

You laugh loudly, walking towards the bed. “No reason, you just seem like the kind of guy who's in control all the time, and likes to be able to… let go.”

Joel was absolutely smiling now, no matter how small it was. “Hm. Let’s see how well you can make me let go, before we get too carried away.”

You were thrilled to see a playful side of him, no matter how slight, directing him to lay down on the bed before straddling him, rubbing your crotch over his in the sweatpants he gave you. Out of instinct, Joel reached out to touch you, but you smacked his hands away. “Aht, aht aht. I’m supposed to be making you let go, remember? Let me do my thing, I don’t need any help”

“We’ll see about that”

You were dead set and determined to make Joel give up control, and god, make him smile. You didn’t feel like you owed him sex, like you were pressured in any way; Joel had made it clear he’d simply not talk to you if you'd let him. But you wanted to make him feel good. He’d saved you from something horrific, and great inconvenience himself in the process. You wanted to pay him back in some way or another, and a blowjob was as good as any. You weren’t lying; you enjoyed it.

Rocking your hips on him and enjoying the feeling of him growing hard, you looked down at Joel; his eyebrows were knitted together, lips pursed, and clearly trying to not make it obvious how much he was enjoying this. You brace yourself on his chest, leaning over so your face was close to his, and taking enjoyment in the way his breathing stopped. “Gonna make you feel so good, Joel” you nearly whisper, lips ghosting over his but never touching.

You work yourself down him, slowly crawling back, until your face is right next to his crotch. “Can I?”

You ask, looking up to see his eyes intense, and wide, and heavily trained on you.

“Joel, can I? Yes or no.” You ask, hands tracing the elastic of his pants.

His voice was so, so quiet. “Please.”

You smile. “Don’t gotta beg, sweet boy.”and you cup his full erection as you speak.

It was quiet, but an unmistakable, small whimper from his mouth as you began your ministrations on him through the material before you pulled down his pants, his cock springing free for you.

“Beautiful” You say under your breath. “Fucking beautiful.” He was massive, and you couldn’t wait to actually get him in your mouth. You start with a long lick from the base to the tip, and immediately Joel was writhing under you, and you figured he’d lied when he said it hadn’t been that long… with a deep breath, you begin to sink down on him, taking as much as you could before coming up and going down a second time, repeating this action as you took a little more each time.

You were right, Joel had lied; it had been a long time. There bad been quick fucks here and there, girls he’d been with for a quickie and not much else, only if the timing lined up. Joel didn’t really go around seaking it, especially in the QZ. When he had saved you, no part of him thought of you like this, there was no part of him that wanted to take advantage of you and your vulnerability, but when it was so clear you wanted him… your pretty lips stretched around him, the way your head bobbed, taking more and more and more…. When you buried your face in the hairs at his base, his cock sliding down your throat, he involuntarily bucked his hips up, causing you to gag just a little bit, but nothing you couldn’t take. When you went up for air, he began apoligizing.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

But you cut him off by fitting all of him into your mouth again, expertly working yourself on him, using your right fist to wrap around his base, twisting in time to your mouth, eagerly sucking on him with everything in you. Joel was taking in everything about you, every gluck your throat made, the wet, sloppy sounds, the little moans that showed him yes, yes you were actually enjoying this, you got pleasure from his pleasure alone. He could see you were wriggling on the bed, rubbing your thighs together for friction and despite his insistence that this was just going to be a quick blowjob, he wasn’t the kind of guy to just keep you wanting; he wasn’t that much of an asshole.

Joel sat up and you watched him but did not stop your work, thinking maybe he wanted to touch your ass or tits or something. Instead, Joel picked up your hips, placing you so you straddled his leg, a perfect angle to get yourself off on.

“Please don’t stop,” He whispered as he laid back down.

“I won’t, honey” Your pet names seemed to get a rise out of him, and you watched him breath in deep before releasing a moan as you picked up speed. Working yourself on him, it didn’t take long to near your orgasm and catch up with him; the sounds Joel made, as much as he tried to suppress them, turn you on indescribably, he almost came, but you pinch the base of his hard cock, stopping him.

“No” Joel whines.

“When you cum, I don’t want you to hold back those sounds, okay?”

Joel didn’t reply, and you watched his chest heaving, struggling as his body begged for touch.

You kiss the peak of stomach that showed from his ridden up shirt, stroking him but slowly.

“Joel, need you to promise me you won’t hide from me, okay?”

“Oh- okay” He breathed out, broad body writhing beneath you.

You continue using his leg to get off. “Promise?”

“Promise, please, god dammit it, please-” The words spilled out in rapid succession, desperation lacing his voice.

“Cum whenever you’re ready, baby, I’m right behind you”

You sunk your mouth back on him, your slick coating your thighs and the inside of Joel’s pants you wore, and Joel tried not to think about how they must smell, how you must taste…

“Fuck, I- I’m- I’m gonna cum” Joel warned, but you didn’t pull away, shooting the thick ropes down your mouth as you came on his leg. He did as promised and didn’t hold back at all, moaning loudly for you, for you, for you….

As you came down from the high, relaxed against him, you look up at Joel, and find he is, in fact, looking down at you, and you could tell he wasn’t about to say anything until prompted.

“That was fucking hot, Joel”

Panting, he replies, the smallest of smiles on his face. “Yeah. yeah it was.”

You pull up his pants for him, and begin to get up, intending on moving to your chair for the night, but Joel quickly sat up, grabbing your arm. “Wait”

Turning to him with raised eyebrows, you wait for him to say more, but he hesitates, all nervous despite his dick literally being in your mouth a few minutes ago.

“Yes?”

“Well… You could sleep on the bed, if you want… ain’t tryna cuddle or nothing, but-”

“I’d love to, Joel.” You smile, laying down and getting under the blanket.

Joel wasn’t lying, he wasn’t trying to cuddle, he stayed so far away you thought he’d fall off the bed; but the gesture was sweet, and you enjoyed sharing a bed with someone, even like this.

When you woke up, Joel’s arm was around you.

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@welcometostayingawake @howaboutcastiel @trinkets01 @ninebluehearts @luciannadraven33 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

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ncteez · 11 months

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not to further assault you with big!dick mark lee but....gamer!mark bf whose been obsessing over this new game the last couple of weeks and neglecting you. so to teach him a lesson you sneak under his desk while he's finishing up with his shower and wait patiently until he comes to sit down and resumes his game where he left off before you make your presence known by massaging his inner thighs and poking your head out a little to meet his surprised gaze with a wicked little grin like. "you aren't allowed to cum until you beat this level." and at first he is a little cocky and thinks it wont be much of a challenge cause he is good at this game but the cockiness does NOT last long and you end up edging him so long that he's abandoned the game altogether and just whimpering/begging/pleading you to let him fuck you. "i'm so sorry. i'll never pick games over you ever again. just let me fuck you please. please let me fuck you."

ok disclaimer, i need to mention bc im a boastful bitch but im a gamer bitch and i absolutely ignore ppl for videogames and also tend to analyze fics/drabbls involving gamer sex. so imma move this idea around a lil bit.

he's playing elden ring bc i picked it back up recently and have like 140+ hours clocked on it.

he rages when he plays, so he does NOT get hard when playing.

Instead of saying he isn't allowed to come until he beats that level, we are gonna say he isn't allowed to come until he beats rykard, lord of blasphemy (bc he's dead ass SO ugly, the boss is a gimmick and hella easy compared to others, and it would be funny)

LETS GO.

He's been playing for six hours. From the moment he woke up, he kissed you good morning and you heard the annoying fan sound of his pc booting up. He probably didn't even hear your defeated sigh at that seeing as how he put on his headset and immediately started talking to his other loser friends, who get online from the moment they wake up until they go to bed.

It's not even like they're playing together either. They just sit in a discord chat and talk while playing different games, rendering you unable to hold a conversation with your own boyfriend.

At first it was okay with you. After the two of you moved in, you knew you both would need some space both doing your own hobbies, and together. This though? This is ridiculous. For weeks now, his focus has been on that fucking game.

You get it, honestly, to an extent. Hyperfixation is one thing, but making you wait for sex is another. Multiple times now, it'll be nearing two in the morning when you ask for him to get offline and spend some time with you. Sometimes for sex, sometimes for other things. And multiple times now, he's gotten offline after you've already fallen asleep.

You're sick of it. You want your boyfriend, you want him to want you. His focus is entirely stolen by this point and honestly. You've gotta put an end to it. So you do. When he gets up to take a shower, you stare at his screen. The game isn't pausable, which can be an issue, but whatever. It's also notoriously hard, which only furthers your doubts of getting him to pay attention to you while playing said game.

You stare at the colors on screen, large snake-like enemies stomping around in the distance, red lava and fire surrounding the character as he sits at a small lit flame. Assuming it's a safe place, you can imagine that if all of the lights are off in this room, the pretty red lighting of this area could illuminate his face is such a pretty way.

And then, fighting the urge to close out of the game and uninstall it, you crawl under his desk upon hearing the shower turn off.

As expected, he comes into the room still in a towel, barely drying off before throwing on a pair of boxers and taking his seat. He takes notice of you first when he can't scoot his chair all the way under the desk, so he dips his head to look at you.

His hair is still dripping. Small water droplets land against your hands when you run them up his thighs and peek up at him.

"What're you doing?" He asks with a fond laugh, glancing at his screen only for a moment before looking back down.

"Getting the attention I need." You respond, watching the way he clicks around in a small panic, probably to make sure he's muted.

"By the way, what're you doing in the game right now?" You follow up, already snaking your hands into his boxers and gripping his length.

Instantly, it's warm in your hand and growing heavy with a desperate twitch.

"I'm about to fight this really annoying boss, why?"

You smile, gripping him tighter before tugging his boxers off of him completely.

"You'll see, I guess."

~ It's a struggle. Even with his cock in your mouth, you almost falter at the way he goes from rock hard and focused on what you're doing, to softening up slightly when he dies for the 5th time.

You up your game now, taking in as much of his length as you can before allowing your throat and tongue to massage it.

He groans at it, occasionally lowering his hand to run his fingers along your cheek before he quickly pulls his hand away and starts playing aggressively, as usual.

Thankfully though, you break his poise and focus regarding the game around this time. His cock is staying hard, gagging you each time his hips move up to fuck against your throat, groaning from above the desk and taking in his own deep breaths that you only wish you could have right now.

And then, suddenly, he's pulling out of your mouth and rolling his chair back almost aggressively.

"Please." He says, hands shaking, cock out and weeping pathetically against his stomach. "I can't play like this, just, come here."

He pleads at you, trying to get you to come up from under the desk and bend yourself over the top of it instead, but you simply chuckle at him in a mocking tone.

"Not until you beat that boss, Mark."

He groans, not even looking at the screen. "This boss is fucking horrible to look at while you're doing this to me, please babe, just bend over for me."

You shake your head again, lunging forward towards his length again to give him another kitten lick against the head of it. He twitches desperately, gripping his chair and throwing his head back against it.

"Please," he nearly sobs, bucking his hips up. "I'll never ignore you for this game again, just," He bucks up again, his cock going past your lips only slightly before you pull back and look at him with an unconvinced face.

"I need to fuck you," He continues, nearly begging by now and you're kind of loving it.

#[mail]#anon #MARK LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #[h.hours]#[mark]#ID DIE FOR GAMER MARK #I KNOW THE STRUGGLE BABY BUT U DONT GET WHAT U WANT #[m]

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I've been thinking about their dynamic way too much since I've started playing age of calamity + replaying breath of the wild so here are some of my thoughts about Teba and Revali under the cut.

Like sadly age of calamity barely scratches the surfaces but man their relationship could be so interesting and if you ask me there isn't nearly enough Revali&Teba fanfic out there. I need them to bond in those "the champions live" AUs, I need it!

Anyway....

So we have Revali. Champion of the Rito. Master of the sky and greatest archer they have ever seen. He worked his ass off to create his gale and he's regarded highly among the Rito even a hundred years after his death. But also he was most likely still very young. There are different headcanons but I'd like to think that he was of similar age as Zelda and Link. We don't know anything about his family but either he wasn't really close with anyone while he was still alive or he lost everything in those 100 years he was gone (most likely a bit of both). He's a bit of a drama queen. He acts arrogant but we know from the champion's ballad dlc that he was rather insecure and putting up a front. He's the kinda guy you sometimes just wanna tell to shut up.

Then you have the Rito who look up to him. Nobody had a blood connection to him or really remembers him as an individual, not like the other champions. He's kind of a legend among the Rito.

And that brings us to Teba.

Teba, like the rest of the Rito, always looked up to their champion and the stories they were told about him. He's the best warrior the Rito have at the time of breath of the wild. He has a son and wife but still acts pretty reckless. Saki and Harth describe him as impulsive and Teba describes himself as rather blunt and direct. He seems like a bit of a grump but also is caring.

And now put those two together.

Like I just love this dynamic of Teba meeting /the/ Rito champion, the guy he spent his whole life looking up to and he's barely older than a fledgling. He's a kid whose kind of a dickhead but also absolutely has all of the skills that are remembered about him. But also like holy shit he's so young. And alone. There are no blood relatives left, everyone he knew is dead. He probably didn't even have many connections while he was still alive. Revali went through a lot of shit, too. Like depending on the AU he not only woke up 100 years later but he probably remembers the fight against windblight ganon, he remembers the fear, he remembers dying maybe. But also he's too proud to admit it and he doesn't open up to anyone.

But then there's Teba who is blunt, he's direct. So I'd like to think he'd be the perfect person for Revali in such a scenario because let's be real, Revali needs someone who will call out the bullshit once in a while and just flat out tells him what he doesn't want to hear but needs to hear. Maybe someone who sees him for the person that he is and not just the champion Revali.

Also I feel like at some point the Rito (in Revali's time) were looking up to Revali so much he really just lived that front of the Rito champion. He couldn't show weakness, he always had to be strong and perfect and couldn't make any mistakes. But that shit can't keep going and Teba probably would just.... kick his ass about it once in a while.

Plus I'm 100% accepting from age of calamity that Revali is good with kids and takes on Tulin/trains him (maybe even the other kids).

Anyway.... Just.... Revali's and Teba's dynamic man. I just love the thought of Teba being that adult that Revali so desperately needs but I also like the thought of these two shitheads impulsively going off all the time and driving Saki and Harth crazy. You have Revali who is about to do something stupid and everyone is like "ah thank god Teba went to stop him" but Teba 100% would go along with it almost every time.

Also sidenote: Give me those Kass and Revali bonding moments. There are exactly zero Kass&Revali fanfics on AO3 and it's killing me, I love Kass so much, please give Revali a calm adult who will play songs for him, thanks.

Also another sidenote: I know mute Link is a big headcanon in the fandom but I've always imagined that he's much more talkative after losing his memories and that would be the reason why he and Revali would get along a lot better if the champions ended up being alive after the 100 years of Link sleeping. A big reason why Revali dislikes Link so much is because he doesn't speak his mind and shows no emotions so I think they absolutely could get over this with Link just being more open (and Revali swallowing his pride for once) because he doesn't have to put up a front anymore.

#revali #teba #breath of the wild #I need someone to talk to me about these idiots #or just revali #actually please talk to me about all the rito #I adore every single one of them #sadly none of my friends are into botw like I am aaaah #maybe one day I'm gonna write a oneshot for them #anyway teba would be so good at cutting the bullshit #but he'd also be a terrible enabler #also I've been replaying botw and the way the other rito describe teba is so delightful #they are all like damn sir you have a kid please stop getting yourself killed #and meanwhile he's so damn stubborn #like how could he and revali not get into all kinds of shenanigans?

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livyjh · 1 year

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Unexpected Visitor ch.11

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 3.1k

Entire work can be found on ao3 here

Chapter links listed at top of first chapter

A/N: It may be a day or two before the next chapter (and there’s probably only gonna be a couple chapters left. I know! I’m sorry!) but I REALLY tried to spoil you guys with this one. Enjoy!!

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You woke up slowly, trying to figure out how your body was positioned before you opened your eyes.

You were faced away from Din, you knew that much. But you couldn’t feel him in the bed so you didn’t know how much of a danger rolling over to face him would be.

You open your eyes like this, immediately noticing that the door between the rooms was open. Din must’ve woken up before you.

“Mando?” You use this name just in case the walls were thin.

“In here.” A modulated voice comes from the other bedroom and you hear the baby laugh.

You get up and walk through the door, seeing Din holding the baby and feeding him an apple. He was only in his shirt and pants, bare of armor besides his helmet.

Your heart dropped a little. You were almost certain today was gonna be the day you saw his face. That you were going to wake up snuggled up with him and he was going to tell you to open your eyes and look at him. But you were wrong.

Another day, perhaps.

“Can you stay here with the kid while I go meet with The Guild?” Din asks.

“Is it gonna be dangerous?” You ask.

“If I say yes, will you stay here?”

“Probably not.”

Din laughs. “It won’t be. I’m meeting with Greef Karga to exchange my bounties for more pucks.”

“Kinda sounds like a bad guy name.” You shrug.

Din shakes his head. “I promise, he’s… he’s a bit of a pain in my ass sometimes, but he means well.”

You hum. “So why can’t we come?” You motion to yourself and the child.

“I guess I haven’t told you how I got the kid yet.” Din rubs the back of his neck.

You raise a brow and sit on the opposite bed, facing him and the baby.

“I saved him.” Din placed his hands on the child’s tiny shoulders. “Someone… imperial wanted him.”

“The Empire doesn’t exist anymore, though.” You reason.

“They’re trying to make a comeback.”

“So what did they want with a baby?” You ask.

Din sighs. “They were running tests on him. Doing experiments. If I didn’t step in… they were going to kill him… I was tasked with finding the child by Greef Karga and when I took the kid, trying to save him, that created a sore spot.”

“Oh…” you think for a minute. “Whose kid is it? Greef’s?”

“No. I don’t know where he came from yet, but I’d like to find out. He’s… special.” Din explains.

“What does that mean?”

“He saved me from a mudhorn.”

“Ha.” You laugh.

“I’m serious. He… he can move things with his mind. I’ve seen him do it.” He assures you.

You’ve heard legends of this before. Just stories you were told as a kid about people that could move things with their mind, could read or control the minds of others.

Then you remembered.

“He… okay, I was crying when we left Tatooine and he reached up at me and I… I stopped crying. I just suddenly didn’t feel upset.” You explained. “Did he- was that-?” You wrack your brain for answers.

“Could be. I don’t know.” Din shook his head. “Did… did I make you cry?” He put the baby back in his cradle.

“Um.” You avoid his gaze. “I was just… things were intense.”

“Cyar’ika.” Din got up and moved to sit next to you, putting both arms around you and pulling you in. “I’m sorry. I should’ve-“

“It’s okay. I know you just wanted me to be safe.” You lean into him.

“Still.” He shakes his head.

“I’m okay now.” You explain as he rubs your back.

“Okay.” He hums, holding you for a few minutes before sighing. “I need to go.”

“Okay. I’ll be here.” You pull back as he gets up.

He grabs your hand and looks at you. “Thank you. Please, don’t forget how much you mean to me.”

Your heart swells and you can’t help but smile. “I won’t.”

He nods and lets go of your hand, going into the other room to put on his armor before leaving.

You and the kid watch some more holodramas, the baby laughing when someone dramatically slaps another person.

“Oh, that’s your sense of humor?” You say to the baby like he understands you. He just giggles.

***

A couple hours later, Din returns to the room. He walks in like something bad happened.

He just stands inside the door and stares at you for a long moment.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

He nods, walking towards you. “I just need to talk to you.”

Your stomach churns. Fuck. What was this about?

“It’s about the kid.” He explains and you breathe a sigh of relief. “I need to search for his kind.”

You nod. “Yeah. I remember you saying that.”

“So, I didn’t take any bounty pucks today. This takes priority.” Din says, reaching down into the cradle to pat the baby’s head.

You nod, unsure why he’s telling you all of this.

“I wanted to make sure…” he trails off. “To make sure you want to do this; come with me.”

You stand up and step in front of him, putting your arms around the back of his neck. “You’ve gotta get it through that helmet of yours that I want to be with you…” the one word you held back was ‘forever’.

“I… want to be with you, too.” He says sweetly.

“Good. Then we’re on the same page.” You smile up at him, blushing and looking into his visor.

He nods, bringing you into a hug for a moment. He lets you go and looks down at you again. “We need to go back to Tatooine. Peli knows about the kid’s abilities and hinted that she knew someone that might know more.”

“Why’d we leave Tatooine at all?” You ask curiously.

“Needed the credits from those bounties before I could try and find the kid’s home.” Din explains.

You nod and pull away from him, looking down at the baby. “Pretty special kid.”

Din nods. “Sure is. You ready to go?”

“Yep. I’m all packed.” You smile and grab your bag before the three of you leave the inn and head to the Razor Crest.

***

You’re arrive to Tatooine early morning there. 6am to be exact.

When you first land, it takes a few minutes for Peli’s droids to go find her and wake her. She often slept at the hangar, just in case someone important came in.

“Shit, you’re here early.” Peli scolds Din as him, the baby, and you walk out of the ship.

“I need to know more about the kid.” Din gets straight to the point.

“I don’t know crap, Mando.” Peli rolls her eyes playfully.

“Then why did you say-“ Din starts.

“Okay okay. Fine. I told my friend about the kid before I got to know you real well and she said it sounds like a Jedi legend. So alls you need, is to find you a Jedi. Then he’ll be back with his people.” Peli explains.

“I thought Jedi were extinct.” You butt in.

Peli shrugs and Din shakes his head. “I’ve heard rumors.” He says. “Rumors about a Jedi on Corvus. I didn’t think much of it until…” he trails off.

“Until I just told you the kid’s probably Jedi?” Peli laughs.

Din shrugs, slightly embarrassed.

You grab his hand instinctively to comfort him.

Peli notices but doesn’t say anything.

“Thank you.” Din thanks Peli and you all say your goodbyes before loading back onto the ship.

“Corvus, huh? I’ve heard of it.” You say, proud of the fact.

Din doesn’t say anything, paying too much attention to the child as it falls asleep in its cradle. He closes it and then turns to you. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing.” You laugh.

He shrugs it off and heads up to the cockpit, you following close behind. You’d brought the blanket from the cot up the night before, wanting to sit in Din’s presence whether you were awake or not. You did end up sleeping for most of the trip to Tatooine, so warm in the soft blanket. That was one of few things Din had that he considered “nice”.

So you sat in your designated chair in the cockpit, snuggled up in your blanket as Din took off. You’re soon leaving Tatooine’s atmosphere, watching the light from its two suns fade. It’s beautiful.

Din gets up, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your chair. You set the blanket down and he guides you to face forward, standing right behind you.

Your heart leaps into your throat with him this close. It always does, but something is bubbling within you.

He runs his hands down your arms, taking your hands and holding them. You shiver slightly.

He lifts one of your arms and points out your finger. “See that right there?”

“Uh…” you look for a moment, trying to see what he’s seeing. As the ship moves forward, you get a better view and a belt across the stars comes into focus. “Yes.”

“Good.” He hums, lowering your arm.

“What is it?” You ask, trying to control your breathing, butterflies in your stomach.

“Dragon’s Spine. An asteroid field of sorts…”

He keeps talking, explaining the history of it to you but you can’t hear him. Your blood is rushing, ears pounding.

Suddenly everything is crystal clear. “It’s one of the oldest-“

You interrupt him. “Din, I think I love you.” You blurt out, staying faced away from him.

He stays silent for a minute. You stare at the asteroid belt and wish one would hit you because you can’t stand that he’s not saying anything. He doesn’t have to tell you he loves you back, any response would do at this point.

You start to spin around. “Listen, if you don’t- oh!” Your hand slaps over your mouth in shock.

His helmet was off.

Your first instinct is to block your vision, so the hand over your mouth quickly moves to cover your eyes.

Din laughs softly and Maker, it turned you into a puddle. He reaches up and pulls your hand away from your face.

“Din, I don’t- I don’t understand.” You say, averting your eyes from his face by staring at his chest.

He leans down and gets into your line of sight, and you actually look at his face for the first time. Really, actually see it.

He’s fucking beautiful. His jaw is sharp, covered lightly with facial hair, save a couple little spots that didn’t really grow anything. His nose is cute, a little big, which you liked. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of brown, high cheekbones, full lips… he was actually perfect.

Tears start to form in your eyes and you try to blink them away and then he’s kissing you and you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, forcing the tears to escape anyways.

Your body shakes as you sob from your chest, overwhelmed with feeling.

He holds your face in his hands and you notice that he doesn’t have his gloves on, bare thumbs wiping at the tears on your cheeks.

You open your eyes again to look at him. You would never tire of seeing his face.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.” He whispers.

“Does that mean you-“ you begin.

“Yes.” He assures you and then kisses you again, passionately.

You moan softly into his mouth, parting your lips so his tongue can venture inside. As you continue to kiss, he tosses his helmet into one of the chairs and his hands move down to the bottom of your shirt, tugging it upward.

You lift your arms so that he can take it off of you, hands reaching around your back to undo your bra. You let it slip off and fall to the floor, heart racing.

It’s like you’re meeting him all over again. All of these new feelings come rushing in, and as you pull out of the kiss you watch him smile. It’s amazing.

You tug at the armor plate covering his chest, pulling it off of him.

You both make quick work of his armor, piling it in the center chair. You lay the blanket on the floor, taking off your pants and panties as Din removes the last of his clothes.

You two come together again, his hands running up your chest, over your shoulders and into your hair, holding you close as you kiss.

You plant your hands on his chest and he breaks the kiss for a second. “Need to taste you, sweet girl.”

You moan softly and he moves to lay down on the blanket. You’re confused for a second.

“Have a seat.” He motions to his face and you start blushing something fierce. He wanted you to-? Oh, Maker.

“O- okay.” You nod, carefully getting down onto the floor above his head and hovering there.

“Don’t be shy, babygirl.” He growls, pulling your hips down until his nose was pressed into your clit, making you whine.

His tongue comes out to swipe at your slick, wet pussy. You exhale hard, one hand moving down to tangle in his hair and you make eye contact with him as he pushes his tongue into you, making you grind down against him.

“Fuck.” You whimper for him, loving the feeling of him eating you out. He was so damn good at it, too. And you could tell it was one of his favorite things to be doing with you. He loved how you tasted. Especially loved making you taste yourself on his tongue when he kisses you afterwards.

He continues thrusting his tongue in and out of you, nose nudging your clit with each movement and it was making you lightheaded.

“Din, I’m- fuck. I’m close.” You tilt your head back, eyes closed. You tug a little harder on his hair, bringing his head up from the floor to pressing his face into you. Part of you was worried he wasn’t able to breathe, but you knew he could pull away if he wanted to.

His mouth moves upward, switching from licking you to sucking on your clit. You only needed a few seconds of it before-

“Din!” You gasp, “oh, fuck, Din. Yes. Fuck.” A string of words fall from your mouth as you cum hard, hips stuttering as you grind down.

He keeps sucking until he feels you start to quiver, then he pulls back and looks up at you, mouth and nose covered in your juices. This was probably the hottest sight you’ve ever seen in your life.

He’s rubbing the outside of your thighs and then pats the spot next to him. “Come lay down. Let me make love to you.”

You moan quietly at the words, moving off of him and laying down on the blanket next to him. You look over, staring at his beautiful face for a long moment until he gets up to hover over you.

He settles between your legs, cock hard and heavy against your inner thigh. He never failed to get almost painfully turned on for you.

You lean up to kiss him, tasting yourself, and he takes the opportunity to push his dick into you slowly. You breathe hard through your nose as he does so, just feeling a little sensitive after your first orgasm.

He knew exactly how to touch you and tease you and love you. It was like second nature to him now.

Once he pushed in to the hilt, he stayed like that for a minute, just wanting to be surrounded by you. You pushed your tongue into his mouth as you kissed, swirling it with his.

He groans and begins to move his hips, pulling out and pushing back in. You squeeze around him and pull a heavenly moan from his throat.

He moves down to bury his face in your neck, breathing hard against your skin and making goosebumps rise there. He speeds up his pace, rolling his hips against yours sensually.

You reach for his shoulders, digging your nails in slightly with the pleasure you’re experiencing. You feel him reach down between you to rub two fingers in circles against your clit and your eyes roll back in your head.

He lifts his face again to watch you, knowing you were close again. You tighten your legs around his hips, trying to get him to move faster, harder.

He obliges, speeding up and slamming into with more force than before. You pull him down to kiss you as you cum, moaning loudly against his mouth and curling your toes.

He grunts with each thrust as you continue to orgasm, he himself getting closer to the edge. But he’s holding back and you’re not sure why.

“How many times do you think I can get you off?” He groans and you look at him, licking your lips.

“I- I think one more time…” you start. “Then I have to tap out.” You laugh softly.

He hums in response, nodding. His thrusts had slowed back down after you came, giving your body a little bit of a breather.

But soon, he was speeding up once again, making you feel like the most special person in the galaxy as he planted kisses across your cheeks and nose, down your chin and neck. He sucks a mark into your neck, somewhere easily visible you can tell, but you don’t mind one bit.

He had taken a break from rubbing your clit after you came, but his fingers returned to their position there, rubbing against you deliciously. You were overwhelmed with sensation, your head spinning, feeling high on your love for him.

His hips began stuttering as he rocked into you. “Gonna cum for you, babygirl.” He moans.

“Please, fuck-“ you breathe out, clenching around his cock.

He cums hard and you watch his face, it’s all you need to tip over the edge once again. The both of you make obscene noises as you finish together, bodies slowing down to a stop after a minute of pure bliss.

You lay your head back on the floor, eyes closing. Exhausted in the most wonderful way.

He pulls out of you with a soft “oh” and lays down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in so your back was pressed to his front.

You were both plenty warm like this together, the blanket covering the floor doing a lot to keep the cold metal separated from you.

“I love you.” Din sighs sweetly, kissing just behind your ear.

“I love you, too.” You smile and close your tired eyes.

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.” He whispers.

You take a deep breath, exhaling softly as you say your final words before you fall asleep. “Goodnight, Din.”

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chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 4

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: wow i really like this chapter

warnings: reader tells hawks to kill himself nonseriously, lots of murder and death and different ways of doing it, blood, reader is technically a serial killer now, nudity again

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KILL GANG ORCA. KILL GANG ORCA. KILL GANG ORCA.

“He killed you?” Hawks asks, in the exact same tone, with the exact same concerned expression.

“Yes! Three times!” You hold up three fingers on each hand, so it looks like six, but if this doesn’t permeate the birdbrain’s skull nothing else will. “Three times he has put me into the ground!”

He places his hands over both of yours, placing them down in a single placating motion. “Have you considered you deserved it?”

“Whose side are you on?” you question accusingly, narrowing your eyes.

“On, undeniably Gang Orca’s.” He has that Hawks-esque grin on his face that you want to smack off and package and sell to his fans like gamer girl bath water. “He’s the victim here, it’s just that he’s a successful victim.”

“Yes, and I’m an unsuccessful perpetrator!”

No sympathy. No sympathy at all. Tell me everyday Nightingale I’ll help you Nightingale I loooove you Nightingale your ass. If you can’t count on your partner best friend Birdbrain-in-Chief, then who else is supposed to help you commit these murders? Tomura Shigaraki? Do you have him on speed dial? No. Does he know you? No. Do you think that the fake-hand-over-face thing is kinda hot? Not publicly. Have your lost your train of thought? Yes.

It’s not your fault. Today, Hawks has brought you to a karaoke bar of all places, and someone is finishing an admittedly good cover of California Gurls whydidn’tkatyjustspellitgirlswithani so you can barely hear yourself over the hot sun kissed skin that will melt all the popsicles.

“And next up, we have pro hero Nightingale!” the announcer announces (no shit), pointing towards you.

“We do?” you respond, brows pinched, wondering how much you’ve started to lose track of things already until you see Hawks holding in his laughter. “Did you sign me up?”

“Uh huh.”

A growl rumbles low in your throat. “Which song?”

“And our beloved hero will be performing a very well known song called Poker Face!”

“Kill yourself,” you hiss at Hawks, standing up. He has tears in his eyes.

Still, he’s the only one who claps after your sour but still sexy performance, in which you don’t look at the words on the screen because you could sing them in your coffin, and you end up adding a few boom and crash noises with your mouth because the song doesn’t feel right without them. It goes a little something like oh whoa oh oh SHKKK oh oh oh I’ll get him hot CHGGGGGGRRRRR show him what I got THCCCK oh whoa oh oh.

“Beautiful,” your partner comments when you finish, wiping a fake tear. You’ll give him real tears soon enough.

“Let’s see you like it when you get stuck in a time loop. I’ll make you listen to Judas five million times an hour and then I’ll have you write a dissertation on the history and etymology of every lyric and then I’ll print the song out and choke you with the paper.”

Hawks nods, lips pursed in extreme interest, with his chin in his hand. MURDER.

“I still have no idea how to kill Gang Orca.”

“Creative juices not flowing after that song and dance routine?”

“No. Just more of an eagerness to kill the number ten hero, so then I can get to number nine, then eight, seven, six, five, four, and would you look at that? Three!”

One would think just the prospect of his own murder would make Hawks falter. But instead his smile turns sweet, and he tilts his head all birdlike. “If it helps, I don’t think you’ll have to try so many times with me. One day will be enough.”

“Yeah?” You cross your arms, not buying it. “You really think I’m that strong?”

“I wouldn’t fight back,” he responds simply, and that tingly sensation that only pops up around him and sometimes Fatgum travels up your stomach and settles in your chest. “If you told me, it wouldn’t matter, and if you didn’t, I’d assume you had a good reason. And yeah,” Hawks shrugs, “I do think you’re that strong.”

Goddammit. That’s like, exactly, the type of motivation you need.

He looks kinda cute when he’s telling you he’ll let you kill him.

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Cleverly, so cleverly, you stay on the ground this time. You think the whale bitch just sees anything hovering in the air as a threat. God knows how many flies and bugs and shit he’s killed. Wait, hang on, you don’t like those either, they fly into your mouth when you’re in the air.

“Mr. Orca!” You wave, REMAINING AS FRIENDLY AS POSSIBLE OH GOD YOU’RE SO SCARED. “It’s an honor to meet you, I’m a big fan!”

He grunts almost nicely, raising a hand in return. You don’t step away after the compliment. He blinks at you a few times, as though waiting for you to say more.

Jesus, where’s the man’s mouth and where does it meet his neck?

Whatever. Not your problem.

Maintaining eye contact with him, your fingers subtly activate Gust, but this time, you focus all your energy under him instead of you. By the time Gang Orca feels the lightness, he’s already up in the air. With wide eyes (just scleras, really), his arm lunges for you, but there’s no point jumping when one is already in the air, loser!

As soon as he’s out of reach, you increase the wind pressure, and send him up, up, up, following when he looks like an ant floating above. Someone is screaming, and you so don’t care. You’re just glad no other heroes are around.

With a snap of your fingers, you turn aerial off under him, and send him plummeting.

But that’s not enough. Not after three whole extremely painful deaths.

He’s still conscious when you fly above him, reeling your hand back. “I really am a big fan,” you confess, balling up your fist, “and, uh, sorry, I guess.”

Then you turn Aerial on again and knock him rocketing towards the ground as fast as you can.

His body doesn’t crack as loudly as you thought it would, but a tremor still travels up your arm, making it shake as you land on top of him. It’s painful, even though you didn’t have to lay a single finger on him.

Blood pools under his head, trickling out so fast it quickly becomes a puddle.

You just killed someone.

Shit. This is just a bit more heavy than you anticipated.

The sirens of the police cars reach your ears first, and after seeing you staring in such a dazed state staring at Gang Orca’s body, one would think they would know you’ll come without a fight. But you know the curse better than that, and you raise your arms and face them, bracing yourself.

But as bullet after bullet rains upon your body, a thrill goes through you anyway, because finally. Finally, you killed the stupid hero. Finally, you made it to 4:24 PM. Finally, something different, besides total nihilism. Even giving up isn’t satisfying.

So you whoop as you’re shot, hoping you traumatize everyone who sees.

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“Should I buy him a beer?” Hawks muses when you regale him with your victory. “Can whales even drink beer?”

You put your hands on your hips. Leave it to a pro hero to be more concerned for a man who isn’t even dead in this life than for you who had to die three times and remember it before you were able to kill him. “Can birds?”

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest, pretending he’s shot against the wall. “KO’ed, Nightingale!”

What a loser.

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Ryukyu bites you in half during your first attempt at killing her. Like. A. Magic trick.

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It’s not as easy to fight with wind when Ryukyu can also fly and ALSO is a whole dragon? As if this isn’t hard enough? Her wings beat hard enough to counteract any air bursts you throw at her.

She attempts to reason with you at every single attempt, and where Gang Orca probably hadn’t even recognized you, you’ve met and worked with Ryukyu several times.

“Nightingale!” she cries, beautiful even in dragon form, “stop this! What’s happened? Talk to me, I can help!”

Please, this isn’t you. That’s the argument she always falls back on. Meaning she would really not be happy to fight you if you actually went rogue. You know she’s one of the kinder pros, but this is a bit much. Especially for someone who’s been actively kicking your ass for a week straight.

“This isn’t personal!” The two of you have flown up so high that it’s actually a little hard to breathe. Her voice is less shaky than yours, but you still sense a tremor, meaning the thinning air has an effect on her too. “It’s just, you know, fun!”

“FUN?” she roars, and oh great, now you have an angry overgrown lizard on your hands.

At the very least, since you’re not a whole different species, your body moves much more gracefully and much quicker than her’s, so you can go down and rise up faster. You discovered this after trying to do the hand on snout thing like the kid from that movie, the one who loses his leg at the end. She didn’t appreciate it even when you brought a dead fish to offer her.

Sucking in your breath, you jet yourself up, with her biting at your heels. Every inch you get closer to the clouds, the more lightheaded you get, and the more you physically feel yourself leave the upper atmosphere. You’d only ever tried this once as a kid, and regretted it severely when you were left with a headache that didn’t go away for days.

This time, you don’t really care about that. Shoving enough wind, and by proxy oxygen, into your throat, you force yourself to go faster still, until the sky goes from blue to black.

By the time Ryukyu halts, it’s too late. You force her up, and watch with a mildly apologetic expression as the final breath leaves her lungs.

You’re. A bad person. Just to alleviate the guilt, you open your mouth and try to breathe in space.

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“JudA Juda AH AH! JudA Juda AH AH!”

“Give it up for Hawks!” you yell cheerily to the horrified crowd. “He somehow managed to sing and dance terribly! We’ll be here all night, folks!”

(You’re not. At 4:14 PM, someone gets so sick of Hawks’ weird ass hip thrust dancing and your screeching that they actually take one of the centerpieces and bash you over the head with it while you’re taking a champagne break. As you bleed out, you hear them try and go for him next. Yes, random stranger! Avenge your destroyed eardrums!)

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WhateventheflippingfuckisYoroiMusha’squirk. You kill him, first try.

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Crust is hard. It doesn’t take you more than two tries, but both battles are ridiculously long.

Half because he keeps THROWING SHIT AT YOU and half because he keeps monologuing your ears off about shameful behavior from a hero! and you scream back is that what you’re worried about right now? and he says yes! and you say oh okay sorry to bother but you do keep trying to kill him.

Right now you’re in a bubble of sorts, just trying to blow away all the pieces of his crust (get it?) away, but each throw is really precise and a lot of them break through your own shield and cut your skin. You should be used to getting hurt by now, but it’s not like you’re immune. It still stings like a bitch.

As you circle him in the air, he sends flying discs, one after the other, trying to knock you down. It reminds you a little of the clock bitch, which doesn’t help your mood and resolve to murder.

There’s a crowd of people watching for this one. You put on a show. “Wasn’t she with Hawks just this morning?” someone shouts. You were! Didn’t you look cute? The cutest in the world?

Technically you could kill Crust the same way you killed Gang Orca, but you’re trying your best to be original. And after searching up stuff that definitely had the HPSC monitoring you closely but not close enough muwahahaha, you had some ideas. Some that are a bit easy with a hero who’s so focused on virtue signaling at you.

“I think I’ll go and attack someone else now!” you inform him, turning on your heel and zipping away. There’s alarmed screams all over, but none louder than his as he chases after you.

“Stop! Stop in the name of justice!”

“I’m not stopping but I’m especially not stopping in the name of justice!”

“In the name of love, then! How do you think Hawks would—”

A truck rams into him, exactly as you planned. He’d been so focused on getting to you that he had actually ignored you leading him out onto the road (it’s not by any means easy to kill these pros, but they’re a little more stupid than they ought to be, it’s only slightly concerning).

And what had he been about to say? How would Hawks react? Something about love? You’re sure he’ll love it when he picks up your phone call and you tell him that you’d like a boba before you see to your prison sentence and that you expect a five star delivery service from the fastest man in Japan. Lifetime, you’re sure, if they don’t shoot on sight again.

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Throwing one of the clocks back at Clocksucker, you stick your tongue out, waggling your fingers by your ears. “Hey, have you noticed?” Hawks knocks (ha, rhyme) him down, catching the next clock you throw. “I’m looking left right now. Does that make you think of anything?”

The hero’s eyes narrow immediately, and you have no idea how he catches on so fast on the days you haven’t even told him yet. “Nope. Is it supposed to?”

“I’m repeating the same day over and over and depending on which way I look you ask me different questions and I’m trying to figure out why and you never tell me, so please please please please—”

“You’re repeating what—?”

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You’re so close to giving up when it comes to Edgeshot.

Is the searing—SEARING!—pain of a single sharp point through either your stomach, head, or throat really worth the mild joy you will get when you get to see him lifeless?

He takes the longest. A whole month before you have a single shred of luck.

Unfortunately, it means you won’t be using your quirk. And you’re going to be a little more manipulative than usual.

“Help me! I’m dying!” Rolling around on the ground like a madwoman, you let the grass dirty your cheeks with stains, making you look even more ill. You’re not sure which illness you can appropriate without being canceled, but then you remember that it’s not like anyone will demand a ukulele apology out of you, they’ll just forget.

“Stand back!” Oh, his voice is sexy. That’s been the best part of this month.

Edgeshot kneels down besides you, one hand seeking your heartbeat in a practiced manner. “Nightingale,” he recognizes, and the thought of his incoming doom makes you shiver pleasantly. “Tell me how I can help.”

“Edgeshot,” you whisper, with fluttering eyes. “I…I…”

The theatrics are technically unnecessary. They don’t add anything when you unsheath the dagger in your cloak and stab him through the heart. Eye for an eye, ninja man.

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“Hey, answer me one thing.” Hawks pokes your cheek with his index finger. “Your quirk. You technically control oxygen too, right? Because the particles mix?”

“Uh huh.”

“So instead of losing so many times, why don’t you just, you know…” He points to his throat, miming pulling something out of his throat. It makes you think of how goofy of a circus performer he would be. He’d probably be a juggler, if anything. Hawks looks like he’s good with balls.

Back to the point. “Cut off their oxygen? Yeah, I know. I could do it if I wanted to. I made a pact to myself a long time ago that I wouldn’t, though. I haven’t gotten desperate enough to break it yet. Let’s see how long that lasts when I get to the top three.”

“You might need it for All Might,” he teases, nudging your shoulder, “but you won’t need it for me.”

Birdie just never stops when he’s grinding, does he? It’s okay to take a break from making you somehow experience a different emotion on a day that you have lived countless times. What a workaholic. Go on vacation. Fool.

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The first time you try to kill Jeanist, he chokes you with your own hero outfit.

Kinky. You always knew he was a little freak.

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The next time he sees you, he does only blink once, but it’s still a major victory as far as you’re concerned.

Because you get to see ladies and gents’ man Best Jeanist stutter in his movements when he takes in your naked body.

“Yeah, weren’t expecting that, were you?” Your jeering is interrupted by a flurry of threads headed your way, but you blow them all back. “Gave you pause, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he replies calmly, not faltering. The threads circle you, almost crushing you until you fly above them, barely missing your skin being whipped like it’s done something naughty. “You’re…Nightingale, right? Why are you doing this?”

Ugh, you’re so not in the mood to be Ryukyu’d. Not that you ever are in the mood. You don’t even bother answering the question, instead choosing to focus on the way he has fibers in every which way, creating a maze that will undoubtedly trap you. Best Jeanist is known for his strategy, not his speed or his brute strength. Fighting him is like playing a game of chess.

Well. You’re a checkers master.

Copying Edgeshot’s moves, you swerve through the threads, dipping under and over them, knowing that he won’t send too many at once because that would be like sacrificing the queen or some shit. Is that when someone’s at checkmate? Fuck if you know, man.

“Does Hawks know about this?”

“Who cares?” The final burst of wind is not for the threads, but for him, and you successfully slam Jeanist into the wall. “He’s next, anyways.”

“Lover’s spat,” is the last thing Best Jeanist says that day, because you smash his head in. With wind, with your fists, you can’t even tell the difference anymore. You can feel your sanity drained, with each further punch and crack and splurt of blood that coats your knuckles and your stomach and even your breasts.

“Fuckin’—” You finally pull back, cursing a plethora before settling onto the ground, breathing heavily. “Lover’s spat…s’though I wasn’t about to kill you, denimhead. What a—what a stupid thing to say…”

You’re not even angry. Just slightly annoyed and slightly apprehensive. What does Best Jeanist know that you don’t? No, no. Sometimes people kill their partners (and others) because they’re going through a time loop that has cracked their psyche in an alarmingly short period of time, God, not everything is about romance!

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No karaoke bar today. Maybe Hawks is feeling introspective, or maybe you’re tired, not just emotionally, but physically. Your muscles are strained, even though your injuries don’t carry over from the previous day. Something hurts. You don’t know what it is, but whatever it has the two of you back on top of the bridge, sitting side by side.

Your eyes feel droopy as you rest your head on his shoulder. When is the last time you’ve slept? It’s just wake, die, repeat.

Still, if you fall asleep now, you risk a specially painful death, though there can’t be anything that you haven’t already experienced yet (which you think everyday, but the universe finds new and disturbing ways to torture you).

“Hey,” Hawks murmurs, kissing the top of your head, “it’s 5 PM. You made it.”

Closing your eyes, you turn off aerial. Better the butterflies you experience this way.

Then you lean back, and fall.

Wind roars in your ears as gravity takes you, and your legs flop uselessly, and you know nothing will defeat this. This time, death is calling. It doesn’t need to send you something. You know you need to sleep. You’re just making the curse’s job easier. Maybe it’ll appreciate it and go easy on you tomorrow.

When you open your eyes, Hawks is reaching out for you, wings flapping furiously against each other as he shoots down. With his sunglasses off, his golden eyes gleam so pretty in the pre-sunset light. For a split second, you want him to catch you, and then doze off in his arms, comfortable and safe and protected.

But all you get is a brush of his fingers on yours before your back hits the ground, and you die.

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You decide not to kill the number three hero for no real reason, no big deal really, it’s not something you thought about too much, the idea didn’t keep you up at night (3 PM) it didn’t make your stomach twist unpleasantly at all, no man is worth the aggravation that’s ancient history been there done that, besides isn’t it better to conserve your energy into fighting the top two heroes, there’s only logic in this decision, thump thump thump, lalalala you’re not listening, goodbye, see you tomorrow, Hawks.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #takami keigo x you #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x you #ckc fic #valkyrie stories

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Hey! I have a request! A little bit suggestive but nothing explicit.

Ran who still hasn't fully rid of his hangover was describing how pretty the guy he took home the other night to his fellow executives, but as the conversation went on, the people inside the room including Ran himself is slowly turning their heads to Sanzu, mostly with a surprised and teasing expression.

Because the description of this guy matches his way too much.

But turns out, Sanzu had twin (extremely flirty may I add) who just went back to Japan, he just doesn't know yet.

Ohoooo

Love it love it

Ran woke up and felt like a train hit him as he got ready for the day, unable to get the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

He was everything and more..

He was in a daze as he walked into the office, his brother snapping his fingers as the men sat around, nothing to do quite yet "whats up with you?" Rindō asked with a raised eyebrow and Ran sighed dreamily as he began describing the man he saw the night before, with each discription the men slowly realized....he sounded familiar as they looked towards a smug Sanzu and a cackling Takeomi.

"So you think I'm got eh?"

"Fuck no"

"Did he have (hairstyle)?"

"Uh yeah..?"

"(Name) came back early... Oh he's gonna get an earful!" Sanzu grumbled as the rest of Bonten looked confused "wanna elaborate?" Koko asked confused as hell "you met Sanzus twin brother (name)" Takeomi explained as Sanzu pulled out a picture on his phone of him and (name) last summer.

The room went quiet as Ran processed this information.

That was him.

The man of his dreams.

Whose related to this shit head.

Fuck.

"Tell me everything about him"

(Name) was confused when his twin called him giggling like an idiot and sending him an address, the promise of food and something wonderful left him curious and concerned.

(Name) had left Japan for school was now an accoplished (job title) and was finally back home.

It was barely a week before he went to a party and got shit faced, meeting the dreamiest man ever.

(Name) would be a dirty liar if he said it wasn't the best fuck he's had in a very long time.

Sadly he had to leave the penthouse before the other awoke, having a meeting in the early morning.

Walking into the bonten building his brother collected him in the lobby, practically dragging him up and chewing him out for not telling him he was back before the two laughed and giggled like they always did together.

No matter the distance they knew that they had each other's backs.

The elevator dinged as Sanzu practically dragged him to meet the others.

Specifically Ran.

Now (name) knew exactly what his brothers did and wasn't really intimidated by the men.

After all gang stuff was normal most of this life.

Scanning the room he saw him.

Ran stared starstruck at the beautiful man who smiled at him "hey darling~ didn't expect to see you so soon" (name) said teasingly as he sauntered over to him, everyone watching shocked as (name) had the shocked man wrapped around his finger instantly.

And surprisingly had him stunned into silence.

"Where did you go...?"

"I had a meeting baby"

(Name) gave Ran his number before introducing himself to the others politely "i am sorry to cut this short but I'm supposed to give a lecture at the University of Tokyo in an hour and a half and have to get ready" (name) said politely, saying his goodbyes "later cutie~" he said to Ran before leaving, the lilac man watching his ass as he left.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #ran x male reader

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readyplayerziggy · 4 months

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Gift for @gluttonygirls:

"Hello? Hellooo? Wake up."

You felt sluggish and not just in the 'I just woke up and don't want to move' way but more in the 'my limbs feel heavy as rocks' kind of way. Your hands barely responded to the mental commands you sent their way and forget your feet, those were a lost cause.

"Hey. Wake the hell up already. That's the last time I ask you nicely."

A head of green greeted you when you finally managed to get your eyes open, the woman looking down at you where you lay on the bed(?) through eyes half-lidded in exasperation instead of arousal.

"Finally. Thought I was gonna have to melt some of the ice down for water. That or waste some of the soda."

You could not, for the life of you, recall who this woman was or what she was doing here. Unfortunately you also couldn't ask her that since the moment you opened your mouth to do it the mother of all burps got out, taking what little brain activity you'd manage to work up with it.

BRRRUUUUUUUOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRPPPP!!!!

Groaning, you struggled to lift a hand to your mouth to wipe off the drool on your chins...Wait chins?

Feeling your face up you could feel much more than the one chin you last remembered having on your face, at least three. And that wasn't all, you hand was bigger, chunkier than before, with sausage fingers that could barely bend and were almost consumed by wrist flab, leading to an arm twice as thick as your previous neck!

And when you managed to strain your neck enough to look down, you'd see the rest of you was just as much of a mess. Your tits had ripped multiple holes in your shirt, your gut was covered in food remnants and spread out like a blanket made of fat, going half a yard tot he ceiling even with gravity pushing it down, spilling out to cover your hips, pushing your chest into your chins and covering your thighs halfway to your knees.

And speaking of your thighs, though you couldn't see them very well due to the belly blanket taking up most of your view, you could feel how huge they were, feel the heat of your gut against them, the sweat pooling in the roll of your legs, the stings of cool air where your naked flesh broke through what was left of your pants.

"Oorrrruuuppp...You're not falling asleep again right?"

Your attention was taken off your fat as fuck body and brought back to the woman, currently turned away from you and giving you a view of one the fattest asses you'd ever seen, each cheek clearly larger than you were right now and jiggling like jello in her pants as she shuffled in place. Her hips outsized the width of her shoulders twice over at least and each fat thigh was so thick you'd need to clone yourself to wrap your arms around one.

The fat wasn't limited to her butt either. Turning around you could see a sagging apron gut in the making jutting forward, dark skin gleaming in the light thanks to the sweat going down it and obscuring the waistband of her pants, along with her pelvis, from view. The skin rippled as she pat it with one hand, the other cramming what looked to be a very large chunk of cake into her mouth, blue frosting dotting her nose and crumbs getting caught in her generous cleavage as she did so.

"GRRRUUUUUUAAAARRP!! Guessing you're finally ready to go again so let's not waste anymore time. Open up and keep it that way okay?"

Stepping towards you with a rolling cart packed end to end (much like your gut will be) with pastries of all kinds and more than a few gallons of milk, sodas and ice cream, thighs smacking together with each step, whatever dread you could feel pooling in your stomach was immediately smacked down by the hunger welling within. Gripping your chins, the emerald-haired woman (whose name continued to elude you) forced you to face her as she plucked a cupcake the size of a coffee pot off the cart, waving it under your nose and even taking a lick of the frosting before pushing it into your mouth, smirking as she heard you begin to slobber against it.

"Happy Birthday. Fatty~"

#temp muse: emerald #just a mumble #pov stuff is hard #why is this so much longer than I meant for it to be

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anglbrkr · 1 year

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more father james please i beg 🙏

yes i love that nasty bitch CW: amab and thigh fucking, other than that, nothin' important 1.2k words

[N]'s fingers trail along the floral patterns of the wallpaper, admiring the curling patterns of the olive green vines, ending in blooming buds. Father James has a lovely home, near the edges of town, bordering the woods, all of the decorations are in the taste of his late mother, a woman whose pictures hang on many walls and lie on an abundance of shelves. It's something he's noticed since he arrived the night before, when James put the frame face down before crawling on top of him, giving more reason to cause [N]'s limp.

He woke up warm and with an aching ass, weakly throwing slurred curses at a groggy James, who seemed far too pleased about it. Now he manages to walk around the old walls of the home, drinking tea while listening to the distant sounds of pouring water and wind chimes clinking together. He shivers, the cold air assaulting his bare legs. He really should've opted to wear one of James' pants to go with the knit sweater that hangs loosely at his shoulders.

"You know, when she made me that sweater it didn't fit me that well either," the priest's voice came from behind, as well as his arms, wrapping themselves around [N]'s middle. "She was never that good at predetermining the size of what she would knit."

"Are you speaking ill of your mother's knitting?" [N] bites his lip, stopping a laugh from leaving him. James snorts, pulling him in closer.

"Don't give her a reason to haunt me."

[N] places his mug on the table against the wall, next to a small flower vase, a silent confirmation that James had all his attention. The priest kisses the skin the sweater fails to cover, lips against [N]'s shoulder blades and dipping down to suckle hungrily at his collarbone. [N] trembles slightly beneath James', biting his lip to hold back the moan that threatens to escape his parted mouth. He turns his head, searching James' eyes. A smirk touches the corners of his lips.

"So, how long am I allowed to stay here?" He asks, turning his head and brushing his nose against James'. He inhales deeply, feeling his hot breath against his skin.

"Ideally, you'd never leave," He replies huskily into [N]'s ear, continuing to nibble and lick at his neck. His tongue flicks teasingly over the exposed skin below his chin, sucking just hard enough for [N] to feel the heat of it, eliciting a whimper. His body is turned and pushed against the wall, roughly, but he doesn’t seem to care, losing himself in James’ warm hands caressing his bare flesh, trailing under the borrowed sweater. His eyes fluttered close, feeling the priest’s fingers gently circling his nipples, pulling and tweaking the tips. His mind is only able to register the sensation.

"Well, that's certainly an answer." [N] answers absently, letting his hand slide down between them, cupping at the bulge in James' sweatpants, he wasn't hard, but he wasn't entirely flaccid, either. His other hand caressed the older man's naked chest, squeezing and kneading the muscles underneath, watching the cross necklace dangling between his pecs. He looked up at James through hooded eyes, unapologetically. He doesn't get to register James' reaction before his front is pushed against the wall, causing him to groan. "Make up your mind, will you," he sighs, but isn't displeased, feeling the older man's clothed erection against his bare behind.

"It's for my own good," James whispers, tugging his sweats down, stroking his shaft before pressing them between [N]'s thighs. "Your eyes do things to me."

[N]'s eyes threaten to roll back, feeling the older man's shaft press and rub against the underside of his balls, jutting upward until they meet with his groin. When James moves them upwards again, [N] gasps, unable to repress a shudder.

His eyes widen in surprise at the sudden movement, but he quickly shuts them reflexively once his arousal hits full force. "What're-"

"Squeeze."

[N]'s almost embarrassed by how quickly he did as told, squeezing his thighs together, pressing Father James' cock between them. He hears him shudder, hands at his hips as he thrusts between the younger man's thighs, rocking his pelvis as [N] whimpers, a quiet sound that makes James grin.

[N] moans quietly, squeezing tight around the shaft. It felt so much better than his fingers. "God.." He breathes out, his thoughts swimming in lust. Just the stimulation of the older man's cock rubbing underneath his sack had his head reeling. He wanted more, everything.

James leans down, kissing [N]'s neck, biting lightly at the spot right beside his ear. "That's it," He praises, feeling [N] move with the rhythm he's set, gripping tighter around his member. "Just a bit more," He tells him, holding him firmly by the hips as he rocks against the younger man.

James kisses [N]'s neck softly, hearing him gasp. He watches the way [N] holds his breath as his pace picks up, moving faster and roughening against the young man's thighs. [N] grips the hem of the oversized sweater, pulling it up slightly to watch the way James' girth parts his thighs, both of their tips leaking precum onto the hardwood floor beneath them.

A growl escapes James' throat when [N] squeezes harder, he kisses [N] on the cheek, keeping up his steady rhythm, slowly increasing his speed. There's not even a single moment of respite before [N] responds to every motion, moaning loudly each time James pressed against his inner thigh. He peers over the younger man's shoulder, catching the same sight that's hypnotizing him. James' brain short circuits, tugging the old thing up from the younger man's body, not really caring where it lands. He presses his chest against [N]'s nude back, pressing deeper into him as he slides a hand along [N]'s hip to cup his rear, groping for handfuls of firm muscle.

"Oh God," [N] mutters lowly, panting heavily now, pushing back towards James, wanting more contact with his body. "James," He says, trying to pull back and push back at the same time, though it proves difficult with his thighs squeezed so tightly. He wonders if he could lose circulation through this. If the older man replies, then it's muffled against his neck. There's a burning cold against his back, where the cool metal of the cross around the priest's neck meets his hot skin. His hand sinks to his crotch, jerkily rubbing himself, eyes rolling back as his thumb presses over his slit, rubbing over the weeping head.

Though James can’t see the face [N] is making at the moment, his imagination conjures images from the night before, hell, even from a few hours ago, of the younger man’s face twisted in pleasure, jaw slack as his glassy eyes cross. He could hump his cock between his thighs for all eternity if he had the chance, chasing his pleasure like a desperate mutt in heat; his fingers dig into [N]'s hips, gripping tight as he grinds himself against the young man.

But [N] needs more. He pushes against the priest's stomach, desperate. "Father..." His voice breaks off on another sharp intake of breath.

Such a sweet plea. It'd be a crime for James not to oblige.

#q.writes #somebody ask me to write one where reader is cockwarming him in the confessional while someone is on the other side please please please pl #male reader insert #male reader #male! reader #x male reader #req.#anon.txt

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