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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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With Good Weather Brings Good Breedings. (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Poly!KiriBaku x Black!Bunny Girl!Reader

Synopsis: In which your spring cycle comes a little earlier than usual and you’re too afraid of your boyfriends–whom you’ve been dating for five months–thinking you’re weird instead of telling them about your cycle during mating season. However, during a picnic thrown especially for you, your two favorite pros are more aware than you realize and are more than happy to help you with your little problem.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS STAY TF AWAY), Poly Romance, AgedUp!Pro!Bakugou & Kiri (they’re in their late 20s), Black!Reader, Bunny Girl!Reader, Mating Cycle, In Heat, Dick Crazed, Public Sex/Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Foreplay, Nipple Play, Light Foot Fetish (Toe Sucking), Clit Stimulation, Overstimulation, Deepthroating, Biting/Nibbling, Hair/Ear Pulling, Tail Stroking, Spanking, Face Fucking, Light Hints of Dacryphilia, Degradation, Name Calling, Pet Names, Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Full Nelson, Mating Press), Non-Protected PIV/Non-Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Mentions of Breeding, Squirting, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Happy spring, y’all!! Decided to celebrate by giving y’all another smutty short fic. You’re welcome, enjoy & thank you tons for the love on my work so far. Stay safe out there cuz COVID ain’t over. Wear your mask!! -Jazz

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Read on AO3 here!

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CHAPTER TWO: Fever

The next day is Friday, which means you don’t have to go to work until noon.

Which gives you just enough time to work out what to say to your boyfriends when you see them at work.

Since yesterday when Mina and Jirou gave you some good advice that you may or may not take, you’ve been suffering in silence with your anxiety over what to do next.

You lie in your bed now in your bunny PJs, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom. You’ve been up since 7 AM contemplating whether to call Kiri and Bakugou, ask them to lunch, or visit tonight to talk things over. No amount of yoga or meditation you did earlier soothed you either. You were buzzing with anticipation and anxiety, making your stomach turn before you even had breakfast.

You rolled over to stare at your phone on the charger next to your bed. You should probably call. ‘But what if they’re sleep?’ you wonder. Still, you could shoot them a text. But how should you start it? How would you even start the conversation once you’re face to face with them?

You know logically, it’s not that hard, but it’s easier said than done. You groan, throwing an arm over your eyes. Almost as if punishing you for your acting so bizarre and forcing you to face your shit, your phone rings.

You look, finding Kiri’s name flashing across your screen. Your heart begins to pound against your chest and your stomach flips. With a deep breath, you reach for your phone and answer the call. “Hello?” you answer, making your voice sound groggy and soft as if you just woke up and you weren’t awake for hours dwelling over your life’s decisions.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Kiri’s deep, raspy voice fills your ear, making warmth curl into your core. “How’s it goin’ this morning? We missed you yesterday.”

“Good morning,” you reply and fake a yawn.

“Shit, were you sleep?” he asks, sounding apologetic. “I thought you’d be up by now since it’s 10 AM.” “She doesn’t go into work till noon, dumbass!” Bakugou growls in the background. “I told your ass to wait till then!”

“Bakugou says hi,” Kiri sighs as you giggle to yourself. “As you can see, we’re together and driving to work now. Just wanted to give you a call and see how your day went yesterday since we didn’t get a chance to talk last night.”

You remember coming home early from work yesterday before sunset and falling asleep before ten while Bakugou and Kiri were out patrolling for the night till about midnight. You don’t know how they stay so upbeat and resilient despite the long hours of being on the streets, not to mention fighting crime and getting bruised, beaten, and banged up. These are just two of the reasons why you adore them so much.

“It was fine,” you say on your back, still looking up at the ceiling. “I met up with Mina and Jirou; they said hi.” You roll over onto your stomach, giving your tail time to stretch. “I missed y’all though. The office was a little less bright without you seein’ you two waltz in.”

“Well, lucky for you, baby, we’ll be there all day today,” Kiri chuckles, the pet name making you stupidly smile into the phone.

“So what’s up with today?” Bakugou asks, getting right to the point. “You still got your break at two today, right?”

“Yep,” you reply. “I’m at work from 12 to 6 today since I come in at noon. How come?”

“Just asking,” Kiri replies. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Wanna make sure you eat in between work, y’know? You’re always hustling in there. I can see why your boss likes you.”

“A little too much, if you ask me,” Bakugou grumbles, making you roll your eyes. He’s always had this theory that your boss is trying to get a piece of you. “It’s bad enough you got that cute lil’ cotton tail.”

Hearing him talk about your tail like that–something you’re a bit insecure about anyway–does something to you. “Mmm, definitely,” Kiri purrs, sounding positively hungry for you. “Not to mention those damn skirts and work pants you wear. I’d wish you let those ears of yours free too.”

You find yourself pushing your thighs together as warmth curls into your core at their sweet words. These are just a few examples of how they sweet-talk you. Most of it is done when you’re all intertwined with one another on your couches or beds, lips moving against skin, and hands all over each other.

Bakugou’s fingers would be caressing your jaw as he whispered to you in his graveled, baritone voice, “Why are you so fuckin’ cute? I just wanna eat you up.”

And Kiri, with his hands caressing your hips and fingers coaxing you out of your top, would chuckle in your ear, “He means in, mama. Not that he’d get any farther than me. My tongue would be between your thighs before he could blink.”

You desperately want that now as your mind wanders to unholy places. “You know I can’t do that, ‘Suki,” you tell the grumpy blonde over the phone. “I only put my ears back to avoid the looks and unwanted tugs from snot-nosed kids and pervs on the street. It’s bad enough I have to ruin my clothes to let my tail breathe.”

“So If I say I wanna tug at your ears with your consent, does that make me a perv too?” Kiri asks curiously. His question makes you laugh. “You sayin’ that as if I wouldn’t let you,” you boldly reply, your fingers toying with the collar of your shirt.

“Oh, would you now?” Kiri chuckles suggestively as Bakugou groans in the background, the sound making your clit jump excitedly. “Keep talkin’ like that, baby girl, and we’ll come right over there.”

“Promise,” Bakugou growls, pure conviction in his voice.

“I…” The words die in your throat suddenly, but not that you would have a good response to that anyway. You already created a trap for yourself that exposed your deviant, horny side to your boyfriends.

And just like that, something happens to you in that moment. A switch flips and you find your body reacting immediately. Your skin becomes hot and clammy, your heartbeat accelerates, and your face flushes as if you’re growing a fever. That warm feeling in your core that grew at the sound of your boyfriends’ voices grows, as well as the wetness that had begun to coat your pussy walls. You’re suddenly soaked, ruining your panties despite no stimulation.

‘What the fuck?’ you think.

“Baby?” Kiri questions, and you realize you’ve been silent. “You still there?”

The pet name he uses only seems to make things worse. You cover your mouth to hide a whimper of need, swallowing it down. “U-Uh, yeah,” you stutter out as you abruptly sit up. “I just realized I need to clean my apartment before work. I-I have to go.”

“Well, okay,” Kiri replies, obviously noticing your sudden change in demeanor. “Just don’t work yourself too hard.” A grin splits across his face as he teasingly purrs into your ear, “That’s our job.”

Your body reacts immediately, even to Bakugou’s sexy ass laugh in the background. Especially your pussy. It’s as if she has a mind of her own as she clenches around nothing and gushes in your panties.

Not to mention your ears and tail. They twitch and are sensitive to the touch, even as you lightly brush the tip of your ear. Sparks of pleasure shoot into your core and you bite back a soft moan.

“Y-Yeah, okay!” you quickly reply. “I’ll see you guys at work. Be safe, bye!” The goodbye is practically word vomit, but enough to get you out of that call. Quickly, you hang up, toss your phone aside, and move to your mirror to check yourself out.

The woman staring back at you is not at all you. She looks feverish, her forehead coated in a light sheen of sweat and her face flushed. The fluffy rabbit ears atop her head are standing at attention, the fur standing on end as if stimulated beforehand. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts jiggling slightly as she attempts to catch her breath.

“No,” you whisper to your reflection, your eyes wide with panic. “No, no, no!”

You immediately race to your calendar and trace the dates to March 20th. Next week on Tuesday. The first day of spring. Also the day you’re supposed to begin your spring cycle.

However, with the symptoms you’re showing now, you know damn well that isn’t the case. You’re on your spring cycle early.

“Fuck!” you shout, your hands going to your hair. How is this happening? You thought you had more time to prepare yourself. How is it here this early?

Your pussy pulses again and you buckle, dropping to your knees with a yelp. Your hands immediately go to cup the space between your thighs which is completely damp, your PJ shorts soaked through the fabric.

You roll onto your back with a whimper and buck your hips in the air, your body moving on its own. Your pussy throbs and aches, desperate for something to cure you of your fever. “Okay, okay!” you groan at your body’s complaints.

You have about two hours until you’re due for work, so you hurry to pick yourself up off the floor and dig into your bedside dresser into your goodies drawer. Some extra condoms for hookups, a rose, and your trusty vibrator sit in there, beckoning you forward.

You pick up your vibe which you specifically got for the different settings, speeds, and the anal plug attached to it. Quickly, you lie back against the plush pillows on your bed and turn your vibe onto the second setting.

Slow enough to start but fast enough to build up tempo. You pull down your shorts and panties immediately, hissing softly as the cool air hits your sobbing wet pussy. There’s no way you can go to work like this. So you’ll have to solve this problem yourself.

‘Your boys would help you solve this problem,’ you think to yourself, that deviant, needy, desperate side of you making an appearance. ‘They’d come right over if you asked and help you out. They’d fuck you from dusk till dawn.’

A whimper escapes your lips as you press the vibe to your aching clit. As soon as the vibrations hit the bundle of nerves there, your toes curl and your mouth opens into a silent O. Your eyes flutter closed as you drift off into a land of fantasy, your mind going blank except for the visions of your boyfriends behind your mind’s eye.

You can see them now: them entering your bedroom door to find you with your vibe between your legs, a whimpering, needy mess. They’d smirk deviously down at you, lust in their vermillion eyes.

They wouldn’t have to ask if you want them; they’d know from the pleading gaze you’d give them. You’d watch as they strip themselves of every article of clothing they’d have on until they’re forgotten on your bedroom floor.

Your eyes would trace every ripple of muscle, every scar, and imperfection that just makes them sexier. They’d let you touch their pecs and abs, your fingers trailing over soft, heated skin and their biceps, squeezing and appreciating their impressive builds.

And then your eyes would go to their cocks: hard, thick, and veiny, standing at attention and dripping in precum. Just for you. “Well?” Bakugou would growl at you. “Don’t just look at ‘em, you pretty dumbass. Do somethin’ with ‘em.”

“We took ‘em out for you, gorgeous,” Kiri would coo down at you, standing on his knees on your mattress. “Touch them. Taste them. Let us know how much you want them.” They’d both push their hips out toward you, pushing their cocks in your face.

You’d be ravenous as you’d wrap your hands around their shafts and slowly begin to stroke your hands up and down, enjoying the soft moans and grunts that leave their luscious lips at the feeling. Your pussy would gush and throb knowing you’re making them feel that good.

Then your mouth would be on them, one at a time, sucking each of them off. You’d switch between their cocks, stroking one while sucking the other, your tongue lapping at their heads. As your boys toss their heads back and become louder with their moans, they’d touch your little cotton tail and ears, stroking and gently tugging at them to your liking. You’d whimper and moan around one of their cocks in your throat, doing your best to keep focus.

“Such a naughty girl,” Kiri would breathlessly laugh as he toyed with your ears. “Such a good little bunny.” He’d say the same thing between your thighs, his hands holding your legs apart with impressive strength.

Or maybe Bakugou would do that for him. He’d be sitting behind you while you’d lean against his broad chest, his big hands holding your legs open by your ankles while Kiri lapped at your pussy, sucking gently on your clit.

Your eyes would flutter closed at the sheer pleasure, your mind going blank. “Uh-uh, mama,” Kiri would coo into your pussy. “Eyes on me.” His ruby gaze would stare you down from between your twitching thighs.

“No,” Bakugou would growl, turning your face to face him by your chin. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. Just on me.” His fingers would tweak and pinch your hard nipples, making your toes curl and your voice come out in broken moans and syllables of their names.

Then they’d switch: Bakugou would then be eating your pussy while Kiri toyed with your nipples and ears, sending your body into overdrive as you writhed and moaned, begging them for release.

The same teasing would ensue when they finally fucked you. They’d have you in every single position known to man: doggy style; missionary; cowgirl; reverse cowgirl; spitroast. The spitroast would be the one that sent you over the edge, too aroused by having Kiri’s thick dick in your mouth and Bakugou’s long, curved cock in your pussy, pounding into you again and again.

They’d fuck you silly; dumb; stupid. They’d make it so the only thing you could think about was them and the way they slang dick. They’d coo sweet nothings and degradation laced with saccharine to you as their dicks pulsed inside of you.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good!” Kiri would shout, his voice bouncing off your bedroom walls. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard for you!”

“Gonna fuckin’ breed you,” Bakugou would growl into your ear, his cock driving into you again and again. “Gonna cum so deep in you, you’ll be feelin’ me for weeks. Ain’t that what you want, slut, hm? You want daddy to cum up all inside you?”

“Yes,” you whimper, the vibe now on its fastest setting, the vibrations against your clit quickly sending you over the edge. “Yes, yes, please!”

“Cum with us, baby girl,” Kiri would moan as he gripped your hair and palmed your ass as Bakugou pounded your pussy so fast, it jiggled. “Fuckin’ cum all over Katsuki’s dick. Be a good little girl for us.”

You’d be helpless to resist his request and you’d cum all over yourself, the bed, and Katsuki’s amazing dick deep inside your cunt. That would trigger their own orgasms. They’d cum in your mouth and pussy, coating your tongue and pussy walls in their cum. The lewd sounds falling from their lips would trigger another mini-gasm out of you, making you shiver and shake as you do now.

You cum with a loud moan as you burst all over your vibrator, your cum dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below your body. Your hips buck and your back arches, your mouth fallen in an O. You envision your boyfriends’ eyes, hot and filled with lust as they stare at you.

‘You’re ours,’ their eyes say. ‘And we’re yours.’

Finally, your orgasm fades and the aftershocks stop, but it did nothing to satisfy or satiate you. Though you know you’ll be good for another fifteen minutes, the need will just come back again until you’re a throbbing, needy, hot mess in need of some relief. How you’re gonna survive today at work or talk to your boyfriends without jumping them you have no idea.

You groan in frustration as you throw an arm over your eyes, panting heavily.

Fuck this shit.

#kiribaku x black reader #kiribaku x reader #kiri the shark boi #suki baby #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #bunny girl #my fic shit #my works #poly kiribaku

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gremlintheslut · 2 years

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Forever theirs

Part one

Series master list

Don't reupload, translate or do anything like that without permission from me

words 1105.

18+ read at your own risk w

Warnings: breaking and entering, smut, fingering, clit stimulation, orgasm denial, noncon (technically), watching without consent. Fem and afab reader

Summary

An incubus by the name of fin Balor pops into y/n life. She doesn't accept his advances afraid he would be like the last one that she knew.

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The walk home from work feels longer every time. no matter how many new shortcuts I find. I try to focus on the fact that soon I'll be able to take my heels off and put my feet up, instead of the fact my legs are killing me.

I turn right, into an alley I recently started using as a shortcut. As I do I walk straight into someone. "sorry" I apologize instantly. "it's alright I wasn't looking where I was going" I hear his Irish voice reply as he helps me up. I thank him for helping me and continue to walk.

The next five minutes feel like hours. I finally see my home from the end of the street. I let out a small sigh of relief to myself as I approach. The last few weeks have been hell. My bitch of a co-worker just got promoted to manager so she is my boss now. Said boss has been on my ass ever since she got the position. Not to mention the shit ton of family stuff going on that she thinks is her business.

Every time I walk into work a second late she makes a snarky comment about how she doesn't blame me for being late with 'everything going on.' Cunt. she does it in front of everyone as well. Oh, and some of the other bitches there think it's okay to laugh when she does it. I swear to god the next time she pulls that shit I am going to rip those cheap ass hair extensions off of her head.

Finally home I take my shoes off followed by my coat. I don't bother to put them away properly. I'll do it tomorrow. "you should really shut your windows all the way when you're not home" the same Irish voice from before say from across the room.

I am understandably terrified. I take a step back wondering if I could unlock and open the door quickly enough. Would I be able to outrun him? I watch him as he puts something down on my table. "I get that you're scared but there's no need to be," he says calmly. "I think there fucking is. There's a man I don't know in my house" I say hoping he didn't hear my voice tremble.

"sweetheart I'm an incubus I can assure you, there won't be a scratch left on you unless you want" he replies quickly. I've had sex with an incubus before. Edge. He was addictive like a drug. I relied on him after a while and he left I can't let that happen again. "my job is to give relief to those drowning in stress" he explains. Drowning in stress. "I'm not drowning in stress," I say slightly offended. "so it's a no?" he asks. "it's a no," I say flatly. "my card is on the table for when you come around," he said before turning around walking away but as soon as I blink he disappeared.

What a wild fucking day. I pick the card up. It reads at the very top in slightly bigger writing than the rest 'Finn Balor' and underneath "say it three times to get your wish" for a moment I want to test it out but the thought of the awkward conversation that would come after made me seal my mouth.

I walk to my room and change into my pj's I put the card on my nightstand and try to sleep. But, he was right. I am drowning in stress. No the relief he's offering won't pay my bills. I roll over and get comfy. My eyes never opened so I completely missed the man sitting in my desk chair watching me though it wasn't Finn.

I wake up the next day and do the same thing. Brush teeth, change clothes, brush hair, makeup, shoes, consider throwing my phone away to avoid the hundreds of missed calls from my dad, go to work, go home, cry in the shower, and sleep. Except I am woken in the middle of the night to a hand roaming up and down my body. My heart starts to pound as I pretend to sleep.

"I know your awake princess" I hear the man's Irish voice say. "I thought you'd go away when I said no" I comment. "no I can come and go as I please I just can't make you cum without you saying yes," he says before kissing my neck. His hand is dangerously close to my pussy now. He pulls my legs open slightly before sliding his hand under my PJs and into my panties. I whimper. "my, my, for someone who said no you sure are wet," he says mockingly. I can't help it he sounds so hot.

His fingers creep up to my clit and begin to rub small slow circles around it. I let out an unholy sound and he chuckles. Should I say yes? No, no I can't do that again. He can't stay forever I learned that the hard way. What if I just don't rely on him? No, I'll end up doing it anyway. Without warning his fingers enter me and his thumb continues to rub circles on my clit. I let out the most pornographic sound yet.

He sets a brutal pace. Between my moaning and gasping, I can hear the sound of my Juices on his fingers. Fuck. I'm already addicted. No, I can fight it. He hasn't given me relief yet and I already never want him to leave my side. I have to destroy that card when he leaves I think as the knot in my stomach gets tighter and tighter.

I'm clenching around him and bucking my hips up. But then he pulls away. I whine at the loss of contact. "say yes" he says I remain quiet. If it wasn't so dark I'm sure I'd be able to see the disappointed look on his face. The knot in my stomach is completely gone.

He kisses me and the cheek and I feel the warm presence next to me vanish. If I wasn't so focused on him maybe I would have seen the tall woman at the end of my bed watching us that disappeared with him. I roll onto my side and try my best not to feel sad or upset in any way about not getting relief or about edges abrupt leave.

I close my eyes and drift off into a dreamless sleep. No dream is better than one about either of the men I fell asleep thinking about.

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Thank you for reading my schedule for this series is on the master list -gremlin

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virgo-mark · 5 years

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Lights Out | Mark Tuan Smut

Requested: yes | WC: 2k | Warning: oral (male receiving), hair pulling, ass slapping, daddy kink, dom x sub, cum play | Genre: smut

A/N: dom!mark x sub!femreader / can you tell I have a hard kink for dominance

Summary: A blizzard knocks out your power, including your heater. You’re freezing, so the only way to keep warm is to fuck it out.

A blizzard brewed outside as you and Mark cuddle next to each other on the living room couch. The most fogged your windows and the heater is turned to keep you cozy as you watched your favorite holiday movie.

“It looks pretty bad outside,” you mention, tilting your chin towards the window as you pull the soft blanket over you a little more.

Mark looks over at the window and shrugs his shoulders. “Hopefully it clears up soon,” he says leaning his head on yours as he fixes his eyes back on the TV screen.

Halfway through the movie, the lights flicker and darkness fills the entire room. The cold air hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Shit,” Mark whispers under his breath. “I’ll get the candles.” He stands and the flashlight on his phone illuminates the room. He rummages through the drawers for a lighter and grabs the bath and body works candles you were collecting. You snuggle into the blanket, watching Mark scurry around your apartment as he places the candles down. When the living room is lit up with a warm hue, Mark takes a seat next to you, staring blankly at the tv screen.

“So, now what?” You asked, pulling your knees to your chest as you sat on the sofa, hogging the cozy blanket. Mark places his hands in the pockets of his pullover and shrugs his broad shoulders.

“We can call it a night?” He looks at his watch and his eyes widen at the time. 5:30 pm. Neither of you realized how early it was as the snowstorm overpowered any form of sunshine. “Or not,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

You chuckle and begin to blow hot air into your hands. You weren’t a huge fan of the cold, although you didn’t mind it. It was a lot better than sweating your ass off from the heat. Mark notices your reaction and he takes your hands and rubs it between his. The both of you cuddle on the couch, Mark rubbing your hands to keep you warm and occasionally putting them into his sweater pocket for some warmth.

“This is the night I freeze to death, Mark.” You jokingly let out.

“That’s not gonna happen. We still need to get through New Year’s Eve. I still need that New Year’s Eve kiss and I need you alive for that” He retorts, giving you a playful smirk.

“Can we lay in bed and just talk? Like we used to do before we moved in together?” You asked and Mark’s eyes lit up, giving you a childlike smile. He nods his head and pulls himself off the sofa.

You look up at him, cuddling into yourself. Giving him a pout, he knew you wanted him to carry you into the bedroom. He shakes his head, playfully tugging on your arm.

“I can’t feel my legs. Please, baby?” You begged. “C’mon, it’ll be practice for when we get married and you need to carry me into the bedroom.”

Your response caused Mark to chuckle. He scoops you up from the couch, bridal style and carries you into the bedroom. Once you feel the cold air hit your skin, you quickly get under the covers and waited for Mark to do the same. Wrapping his arm around you as you laid next to each other, you two talk about anything and everything.

The next thing you know, you’re in the position where one leg is spread over his thighs and your head is on his chest. You focus on his breathing as he spoke and he carefully ran his fingers through your hair. When silence falls upon you two, you took notice of the atmosphere in your shared bedroom. The peppermint scent of the candles fill the air and the reddish tint cover the room.

“This is pretty romantic, isn’t it?” You teased, and you feel Mark’s chest move as he chuckled.

“Yeah, it is. It reminds me of the time we first-”

“Hooked up?”

Mark shakes his head. “I don’t like using that phrase.” He tells you, turning his body so he’s on his side. He pulls your leg over him a little more and places his hand on your ass.

“Okay, what would you have called it then?” You questioned, slightly muffled as you were buried into Mark’s chest before you looked up at him.

“I don’t know but it wasn’t a hookup. We definitely fucked many times afterward for it to be a hookup.”

You nod your head in defeat. “Fine, but it was definitely hot and steamy,” you giggled, tugging on the back of his sweatpants.

Mark smiles against your skin, reminiscing about that night. “You were so tight,” he laughed, giving your bum a squeeze as he said it.

You let out a laugh. “That was also the night you accidentally shot your load inside of me and we both freaked out for a month before I got my period.” You run your cold hand under Mark’s shirt, unphased by the action. His body warmth gave you comfort and calmed your shivering body. “You’re so warm,” you state, soaking in his heat.

“I know one way we can both get warm,” Mark smirks and you feel his bulge press against your body. He wasn’t wearing any underwear under his sweatpants, making it easier to feel him.

You let out a hum and a smile before engulfing in a passionate kiss with him. His hand grips your waist tighter, pulling you closer to him. His hand snakes behind your neck and his fingers take a handful of your hair. Pulling your hair back, he exposes your neck and begins biting and sucking, receiving moans from you. The sounds you make encourages his member to harden. Your hand finds its way to his groin, squeezing and rubbing his length through his sweats. He lets out a hitched breath as he feels your cold hand wrap around his shaft, pumping it up and down as he continues leaving purple marks on your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” you praise before attaching your lips with his once more. “Do you want me to fuck you like the first time?” You ask, moving your hand up and down. His pre-cum lubricates his member, earning groans from Mark.

He shakes his head. Grabbing another fist full of hair, he pulls back so you’re looking at him in the eyes. “I want you to fuck me harder than that, baby girl.” He growls, giving you a hard smack on your ass. “Show me what daddy taught you since that night.”

You give him a flirtatious smirk before going down on him. Licking off his pre-cum, you give his tip a little suck before taking his whole cock into your mouth. Your hand at the base of his dick, holding it upright. “Look at me when you suck,” he directs and you do as he says. Your eyes lock with his and his mouth slightly parts, clearly enjoying the sight of you. “Just like that,” he groans, throwing his head back into the pillows. Grabbing your head, he starts guiding you making sure you deepthroat him to the best of your ability. The occasional thrusting of his hips upwards causes you to choke, making Mark’s member slightly twitch in your mouth. “Fuck, baby girl, your mouth feels so fucking good.” All you could do was let out a hum as his thick cock filled your mouth.

“This is my cock, right?” You pulled back, asking in a seductive tone, stroking his shaft as you spoke to him.

Mark nods his head. “Yours only,” he murmurs, slowly losing himself with every stroke.

You give him an arrogant grin at his answer. You loved seeing Mark lose control when you touched him, for many reasons. The main reason: his dominant switch would spark and he’d fuck you into another world as a thank you for giving him so much pleasure.

“Come here,” he commands, patting the space next to him. You do as he says and his right-hand slides into your pants. You let out a hiss when you feel his cold fingers press against your core. Mark wraps his arm beneath your neck and his free hand squeezes your left breast as he fingers you under the blanket. He presses his body against yours, keeping you warm as you give him a handjob.

One of his fingers coated in your warm juices, moving it against your clit. You hold back your moan, giving Mark more of a reason to move his fingers faster. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as his fingers move in and out of you, giving his neck a soft kiss. When his palm began hitting your clit as he fingered you, the stimulation caused your cheeks to flush. You choke, gasping for air as the pleasure runs through you. Tightening your grasp on his cock, Mark takes notice of your actions. His long fingers penetrate into you deeper and faster, inching you closer to your climax.

“Cum all over my fingers, princess,” he coos and your walls tighten around him. He gradually slows his pace, kissing you gently causing your skin to prickle in pleasure. Without hesitation, you climb on top of Mark, aligning his tip with your entrance. Pulling him up to your lips, your fingers intertwine with his hair as you sink onto him. Mark’s cock fills you up, feeling his balls hitting your skin as you bounced up and down. You feel Mark wrap his hand around your hair, pulling it back and exposing your throat.

“Just like that, ride daddy like that.” He purrs, attacking your neck with love bites.

You get lost in the pleasure, eyes rolling back, and hands splayed across Mark’s chest until you feel a hard slap on your ass. A playful squeal leaves your lips, giving Mark permission to continue, and he does. Alternating his hands, you feel your ass redden.

“Good girl,” Mark praises, soothing your behind as you watch his length disappear every time you grind your hips against him.

One sudden move has you pinned against Mark’s chest as he plants his feet into the mattress, thrusting into you quickly and harshly. Your mouth drops open as you feel him stretching you, hitting your g-spot.

“Mark, fuck...Mark!” You shout in pleasure, causing him to pull your hair back with one hand and the other covering your mouth as he continued to penetrate deep inside of you.

“You need to keep quiet, baby or the whole building will hear you,” Mark whispers into your ear. “Can you do that?” Nodding your head innocently, you feel Mark lift you off of him. “Lay on your stomach,” he commands and you obey him.

Mark aligns himself with your core, sliding his tip into you. You groan in delight, feeling Mark stretching you once more. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before brutally ramming into you, causing you to jerk forward. Mark reaches over, covering your mouth. You moan against the palm of his hand, clenching the bed sheets underneath you. Mark’s ruthless hips slam against you, slowly losing his momentum. He leans forward, kissing the side of your neck.

“Don’t stop, daddy. I’m so close,” you softly whine. “Harder, fuck me harder, please,” you begged. And Mark does exactly that, fucking you until your body quivers and melts from your orgasm.

Mark lets out a low growl, roughly flipping you over onto your back and burying himself into without warning. Crying out in pleasure, your back arches as Mark’s hands grip your hips and firmly pulling you up and down onto his cock. Mark’s thrusts lose its rhythm, telling you he was ready to release.

“Cum on me, please,” you mewled before he pins your arms down into the bed.

A few more sharp thrusts into you, jerk you upward into the bed, Mark slipping out of you suddenly. He pumps his shaft quickly before you felt a warm and thick liquid land on your clit. Letting out a satisfied sigh at the sight in the dim lighting, his fingers begin rubbing your clit, then dipping his finger inside of you.

“Mark!” You squealed, swatting his hand away from your core.

Mark smiles at you, placing a hot kiss against your lips. “You’re such a good girl,” he compliments.

“Only for you.”

#cw*#mark tuan #mark tuan smut #mark tuan writing #got7 #got7 mark #got7 smut #got7 scenarios #got7 writing #mature #m:mark #mark:smut #a:smut

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imagine-a-killingharmony · 5 years

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(Warning! Suggestive Content) First Time Makeout Session

Hiya! May I request a scenario with Kokichi, Kiibo,Korekiyo,Ryoma and Miu having their first makeout session with their (fem) s/o? Sorry if that's too suggestive, feel free to ignore this then!! >3<"

... If it helps, this is not completely NSFW, I meant things like with... actual doing the do this is just touching the border! Only warning? I don’t know how to write things as hot so, this might just come across as extremely awkward!

Warning!!! This is gonna be suggestive in the very least. I’ve become a degenerate oh my go d. ALSO WARNING I DONT KNOW HOW MAKING OUT WORKS OH GOD

Kiibo

You messily shifted in the closet against Kiibo, the robot standing eerily still against your touch, you wrapped his hands around his neck and pulled him closer against you, pausing for deep gasps of air, as you looked at the robot to see his reaction.

Kiibo was... letting you do all of the work, he was obviously panting against you and your touches, not quite used to your kissing sessions becoming this... messy, they were often quick and heart-fluttering but this... made his internal system whirl.

“... S-S-S/O.... please don’t stop, can you... g-go a bit slower, although? I-Iiii’m afraid I’ll overheat... if you do anything else like that...”

You smirk as you push him in for more, trying your best to be slower with your desperate seek for contact with the robot, his tongue felt cold against yours, but it was refilling.

Especially considering how hot your body felt against his, Kiibo meekly take ahold of your elbow, trying to gain leverage to hold onto as he tried to kiss back with as much force as you.

You pulled one of your hands back, to cup his face as you finally pulled back for air, everything felt amazing, as you looked down to Kiibo who was gasping and recoiling from the new... experience...

“... can... can you give me a warning before you do anything like that, again?”

You press your lips against his, this time gently and heart-fluttery like any other normal day would be, pulling back with a smirk.

“Of course.”

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma was quite skilled even if you weren’t, he pressed down against you with a small smirk on his features, his hands wrapped around yours as he pulled you against him, course’ he took seconds or two for you to catch your breath, otherwise ya’d die.

Ryoma seemed to know just where to touch without ruining the mood, moving his hands from the back of your head to cup your face as you two made out on the bed, Ryoma putting his skills to work.

You were surprised to find yourself fall against the couch Ryoma hovering above you as he continued to mercilessly attack you with his mouth, some mewls and giggles escaping your lips when he suddenly stopped and started to give you raspberries against your neck.

“R-Ryoma! Aha- nooo! C-C’mon stoooo- pft-“ giggles escaped your lips, Ryoma pulled himself up pulling his hat over his face with that coy grin.

“Heh, you still gotta’ ways to go. That was... uh, first make-out session wasn’t it, I could tell.”

“... Uh... sorry you’d have to give such a privledge to somebody like me, just couldn’t help myself.”

All you do is giggle as you wrap him into a hug. “It was great! Don’t be sorry, next time I’ll steal one of your firsts anyway.”

“...”

You couldn’t help but to smirk at how red his ears turned, within seconds.

Miu Iruma

It wasn’t like she would ever admit it, but this was Miu’s first makeout session, ever, her face felt like it was burning from hot shame as she tried her best to make you feel... “good”, gaaah- shit this is actually the farthest base she’s actually ever gotten! FUCK!!!

Her hands traveled down your chest, holy crap she’s actually copping a mother... fucking feel-, she take a sharp gasp, as she felt your hands take ahold of her hands- fuck don’t make this cute now too- you smile back at her, whispering something that makes her face go crimson, from both... a lot of fucking hormones and the fact that your literally the cutest fucking thing she’s ever laid her eyes upon.

“... Your... Your doing good Miu, I’m proud of you... eheheheheee... I was worried I was going too fast...”

You... going too fast? Heh. “As if! The... The Great Miu Iruma has done this plenty of times, heh, you should be happy, your handlin’ a lady with a fuuuuuck ton of expirence y’see?”

“... Hehehe.”

You shoot her a challenging look, that grin on your face growing bigger. “Prove it then, darling~!” You push your forehead against hers, closing your eyes, Wait is this permission, holy crap it is.

You regret everything you’ve ever said as Miu goes in for her spoils.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi currently has his hand cupping your face as he pulls you in, trying to hide the embarrassment and inexperience he has with cackling, he licks his lips as he gingerly presses his lips against yours.

Not like he’s ever admit it, but it felt, good, this was his first time in a makeout session, yet you didn’t know that...!

He pull away from you to wipe his lips, placing the most evil-looking smirk he could onto his face, as he took ahold of your wrists, and pinned them above your head.

“Heeeey~! S/O do you need a break? You don’t look so well, I mean it’s charming sure to know you can’t last under my grip, for I am the Ultimate Supreme Leader! Neeheehee, so if you wanna do this another time to regain your breath, I don’t mind.”

“... Unless you... want more, to see the very worst I can do to you, how you’ll writh in inexplicable pleasure, so much you won’t even know what hit you! You should back down now S/O... neeheehee, or do you want to see the worst I can do to you?”

“... C’mon, answer me or should I take that silence as my answer?”

“I don’t care.” You reply.

...

Kokichi takes out his phone out of his pocket, dialing Kirumi after picking himself off of you, completely ruining the tension of the moment.

“Oh wow, I totally forgot mommy needed help with the dishes! I’ll need to go- come back another time, sorry S/O! I’ll make you writh another time- SEEYA.”

Kokichi ran off, swearing to himself he be back, he WOULD be back!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Korekiyo... barely kissed you, his kisses lasted mere seconds before he backed away, pushing his mask up onto his face, so you wouldn’t have thought you would ever find yourself pinned under the anthologist, your eyes covered by a blindfold spare that Korekiyo had kept around for... “reasons”, as you tried to keep yourself steady.

“... Forgive me S/O, the blindfold is merely a need so you may not see under my mask as... we engage in this, but do not worry, for this shall only be the starting step for when we try... other activities as we grow closer... and closer together.”

“... We shall likely do other things as we venture into our love, much bolder things, do not worry for I am educated in that as well...”

... what the fuck does that mean Korekiyo.

You feel yourself get pushed up into his lap as you feel his lips press against yours again, he holds you tight in his grip, his arms around your waist as he holds you protectively.

“Do not worry, for I am used to such things as this, I have studied quite much from my studies of culture, from what I hear does binding your eyes increase other senses, does it stimulate you?”

“Korekiyo I’m going to punch you, just shut up and make out with me.”

“... For then, I shall.”

So you did.

And boy, did you do it.

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 x reader #kokichi ouma #ryoma hoshi #kiibo #korekiyo shinguuji #miu iruma

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icarusatmidnight · 6 years

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Oh gosh, asks definitely coming your way for this one! For Olea and Thyme, #s 4, 10, and 19. And for you, #22 and 29. (Let me know if you want more asks and I'll send one for the other two, too!)

:D!!! Thank you so much for these and sorry it took a bit of time for me respond. I kinda went overboard with ninety percent of the questions. ^^;; For anyone curious, the questions are from this ask game too~ It’s cute, so reblog it and have fun!

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other?

Thyme would die for Oleander’s smile and his tooth gap, oh my god!! I will never be able to stress this enough. Thyme always has had a thing for teeth but he really digs people who have imperfect teeth, like crooked ones and teeth gaps and the like, especially when they smile all bright too. Oleander isn’t honestly much into bright smiles, but he smirks like a goddamn boss and his tooth gap just peeks out and it kills Thyme every time. It’s goddamn beautiful & he will fight everyone who says otherwise! o:

And I wanna say ‘awkward natural charm’ for Oleander because he’s kinda endlessly fascinated by the way Thyme holds himself. But! I’ll go with his eyes for Olea because he dearly loves Thyme’s mismatched eyes too. He has one albino pink eye and the other is this deep dark brown color but unless it’s during one of the Icarus meetings, he tends to cover up as his pink eye. It’s one of the signs of his burn. But Oleander thinks they look so frickin’ cool! *o*!! Even putting colors aside, Thyme is just so expressive and bright and it definitely carries into his eyes effortlessly too, all that love and warmth and joy. You can just see the whole of the universe within them and it’s a crime that he tries to hide them behind contracts and dark sunglasses.

Like Oleander knows that Thyme is uncomfortable showing them at times and he definitely respects that, but he also really wants to burn all the sunglasses that boy owns. >:(! Your eyes and existence are beautiful, Thyme, deal with it!

10. Do they have pet names for each other?

Haha! They should have pet names but not really?? Oleander isn’t much of a nickname person in general and Thyme is so a ‘romantically calls you dude, platonically calls you babe’ kind-of guy. I think if they ever stumbled over a set of names, they’d be ridiculous and semi-ironic.

Sugarpop would be a good one though. o:

19. Describe how they communicate.

TT___TT!! This is my favorite question, ngl, and I might’ve gone overboard answering it.

Okay! At a glance, it probably would seem like they’d be complete shit at communicating at first, just given how much they differ in their styles. Oleander is sarcastic and blunt and a bit callous at times, and he does his absolute best to keep everything on a surface level. He’d much rather be thought of as shallow then to let people see his depth without his permission. Thyme instead is stupidly sincere, absolutely wears his heart on his style and is sympathetic towards people, all people even ones he’s just met. He has …kinda puppy-dog tendencies with how affectionate he’ll be around people too.

Buuuut! they’re actually really open with each other and get along amazingly well. Part of this is because like, while Olea is pretty blunt, he’s definitely not tactless. He knows when to shut up and likewise with Thyme, he knows when not to push and when to tone down a bit. They’re also both giant frickin’ dorks?? Like I also can not stress how much of their time they spend just like, sending each other stupid jokes and even dumber memes. So much time!! Is Spent!! Doing this!! Like Kingcup starts a little group chat for them all after Thyme joins Icarus so they can talk easier outside of meetings ( like ‘hey, I won’t be able to make it tonight’ and junk like that). But Olea and Thyme just ruined it~~ instantly~~ with the memes~~ She refuses to ever open it up again because it’s just nonsense and stupidity and that’s fine when it’s just Olea but not when it’s the two of them. :’l

And when they stop joking around to have a more serious talk, their differences actually help put them both at ease. Oleander doesn’t mind Thyme’s touchy-feely nature but when he’s talking about the past, it doesn’t do him any good to have that extra stimulation. And Thyme totally gets and respects that, so he’ll pull back until Olea is okay again, offering him a shit ton of emotional support in the process. And when it’s Thyme’s time to trudge through the muck, Oleander’s composed nature is kinda life-savior. Thyme has a lot of emotional support if he needs it, but having someone just let him vent?? With absolutely no judgement?? He definitely wants that more than another dose of empathy. Olea also makes an effort to be more physical too, mostly just like holding his hand or laying his head on his shoulder but that little extra presence helps let Thyme he isn’t alone, you know?

Sooooo. That’s kinda them in a rambly nutshell, lots of silly joking about and doing their bests to be there for each other in their own ways when the other needs it. /thumbs up

22. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like?

^^^ It them.

Okay! They’re friends. They’re definitely idiots in love. They joke around like loons until shit gets real, then they try to do their best to make the other one happy again. One of my favorite aspects of their dynamic though is how they seem like two halfs in a whole, but aren’t. Oleander is drawn to Thyme’s joyous ray of sunshine aura, but he’s also an extremely guilt-ridden Stepford Smiler with serious anxieties. Thyme has major heart eyes over Oleander’s unflappable rock act but it’s really just an act. He’s really unsure on even what he is, let alone who, and that’s dangerous line of thought of a kid who’s not entirely of the natural world. So, he just… pretends.

It’s really fun writing them learning more about each other and that not much changing their opinions. Oleander still likes Thyme’s need to bring a little extra joy into the world and Thyme loves how absolutely resolute Oleander is. It’s same things just in a new light~

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them?

All of them!! ;;v;;!! I get really distracted writing them at times because I just wanna write all the scenes with them and let them be happy and sad and desperate and in love. I just really love them both, especially together.

But~ One of my favorite talkable moments in one of the first ones I kinda ever wrote for them, I guess?? Back in the early days when Icarus was just a weirdo book club, Kingcup and this other member of their club were debating over magic theories, as you do, and in the background Thyme and Oleander were just fuckin’ around, chucking stupid candy hearts each other.

They were supposed to be like a little bit of background favor but I just really really loved them in that moment. They were dorky and darling and that’s pretty much when I started shipping them. I really adored the idea of Oleander (who’d been around sullenly for years at that point) having this cute dorky boyfriend he can just screw around and be like an actual …kid with, and Thyme changed from this sarcastic bad boy to my little sunshine hopepunk nerd and I couldn’t be happier with that!

The moment still exists in the story because I basically refuse to give up them being dorks. It’s too endearing to me~

And thank you again for the questions!!

#merigreenleaf #thyme oxeye #icarus at midnight #and thanks again!!! :D #also long post #because it me #oleander wormwood #thymander

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noodlecupcakes · 6 years

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The Intern - Chapter 3 (Sugar Daddy Negan AU)

Warnings: Language, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Masturbation whilst someone watches, Daddy kink

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Chapter 3

Roxy’s P.O.V

We made our way up to his office, the journey quiet. I didn’t know what to think. He said I could nothing would happen if I said no and I hope he meant that. I'd hear him out, think it over and then give him my answer. He held the door to his office open for me and let me go inside first. He motioned for me to take a seat on the black leather couch, whilst he pulled up a chair so he was sat opposite me. I removed my coat and sat down. God this thing was comfy. Negan leaned forward, his hands pressed together. It felt like I was back in the interview all over again only this time he needed to pitch himself to me.

“I'd like to start sleeping with you and each time I'd pay you $400 for it. You’ll get $200 tonight even if you say no,” he explained “This makes me feel like a prostitute.” “I can assure you its not like that. I'd like to consider myself a sugar daddy. I’d like to start buying you gifts, perhaps paying off your bills too.” “Why?” “Why you?” I nodded.

He shrugged, “I like you, you’re very interesting, you don’t seem to take anyone’s shit which is rare for an intern and your hot as fuck,” he explained, “I want to take care of you, i think this job is beneath you. Your smarter than typing up shit I’m too lazy to do myself.” I felt my cheeks burn and a smile tug at the corners of my lips, “really?” “Fuck yeah.” So, he had somewhat of a sweeter side. I hid my smile a little with my hand. I think I quite liked this arrangement. There didn’t seem to be any downsides. I was the one that received the most benefits, I get to fuck a handsome rich guy a few times a month, he pays me and will probably buy me gifts.

I was in. “Well I've thought about it and my answer is yes. I'd like this, a lot,” I responded. “Good. Would you be ok if we started tonight?” “Sure.” “Take your clothes off for me.” I swallowed before getting to my feet, I kicked off my heels and began to unbutton my shirt slowly, taking my time with each button. I’m sure he wanted some effort put into this. Not that I’d exactly been adventurous with my few sexual partners.

I untucked my shirt from skirt and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor. Negans eyes fell to my chest, his eyes taking in every inch of me that was revealed to him. I turned around and unzipped my skirt before pulling it off. Shame I hadn't work stockings, tights were a lot less sexy. Although the way he was looking at me made me feel anything but unattractive. He looked like he wanted to devour me whole. I removed my tights and stood there in my unmatching, boring underwear.

Negan’s fists were balled, one covering his mouth as if he were in deep thought. His eyes had darkened with lust and I was surprised he was able to control himself. Although his demeanour for earlier had completely changed, there was no more fun, goofball Negan. This man was completely and utterly in control. He watched me like a predator would watch its prey. Once he'd gotten a good view of my front her made a ‘turn around’ motion with his finger. I did as I was told, feeling like refusal would be a bad idea.

“You can take the rest off now,” he spoke his tone different, more authoritative. I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor before removing my panties. He held his hand out for them and I hesitantly put them in his hand. Why the hell was I suddenly embarrassed? Negan put them in his pocket and smiled softly. “Well look at you, fucking gorgeous,” he grinned, running his tongue over his teeth. I wonder how his tongue would feel on my clit. I felt my blush deepen at the thought.

“Sit back down, baby girl. I want you to touch yourself for me,” he spoke softly, yet the order was clear. I sat back down, the leather cold against my skin. I couldn't remember a time I'd done something like this before. I was torn between shying away from his gaze and wanting to put on a show for him. I was completely exposed to my boss. Getting cold feet now was probably not a great idea. My hand wondered between my legs, my fingers brushing against my clit. I took a sharp intake of breath at the contact, closing my eyes.

I heard him tut, which made me open my eyes once more. He wanted me to look at him the whole time. “I’m going to ask you a few questions, just so I have a better understanding of your interests,” he spoke. I nodded, biting my lip as I continued to circle my clit. My hips bucked a little and I moaned softly. Negan smirked, glancing down before his gaze returned to meet mine. it had been a while since I’d had sex or even masturbated so it was unlikely I was going to last long. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted his hands all over me.

“Did you want me sexually before tonight?” He asked. God, I was probably as red as a tomato right now. Of course, I had. What woman in their right mind wouldn’t? I nodded. His authoritative side took over once more and he sat back in his chair, his eyes narrowed. “You’ll speak when spoken too, baby girl,” he threatened. “Yes.” “And you’ll call me daddy when you answer me.” As if I couldn’t feel more ridiculous, now he wanted me to call him daddy. I felt like I might die of embarrassment at any moment.

“Yes, daddy.” “Good girl.” I felt my heart swell at the praise and became confident in my actions once more. I continued stimulating my clit before my fingers slipped lower and I pushed two fingers inside my wet heat. I moaned as I started a slower pace, not wanting to rush this. “What did you think about? Don’t skip out any details?” And here comes the embarrassment again. I felt like a yoyo of emotions and he wanted me to somehow get off like this. “Uhm…excuse the typicalness of the fantasy, but you fucking me over your desk,” I confessed.

“I’m sure I can arrange that.” I bit my lip, holding back a moan. I increased the pace with my fingers, which were now completely coated in my arousal. I brought my other hand down and resumed rubbing my clit. I could feel a tightness slowly building in my stomach. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last especially with how he was looking at me. I hope he touched me soon. My need for him had grown and I could only plead with my eyes. “And how about a fantasy that your ashamed of?” He questioned me again. I let out a pathetic sounding whine, my eyes threatening to fall shut at any moment.

I slowed my pace down so that I could actually think. I had to look away from him in shame as I found my answer. “I like the idea of completely giving up all control to someone else. Letting them do what they want to me,” I admitted. “You like to be the centre of attention, used…spoiled.” “Yes…daddy.” I noticed the large bulge in the front of his trousers, licking my lips instinctively. God, I wanted to see his cock, wanted to sink myself down onto it and ride him like a fucking stallion. My pace sped up once more at these thoughts.

I moaned again, getting closer and closer with every thrust of my fingers. I made a come-hither motion with them, curling them against my g-spot. A few more strokes and I reached my climax, cursing and moaning as I tightened around my fingers. Once I recovered a little from my orgasm I noticed the unhappy look on Negans face. Was this not what he wanted? I felt like a child about to be scolded by an adult. “Did I give you permission to cum, baby girl?” He asked. “No, daddy.” “You bear that in mind for next time. I’ll let it slide…just this once.”

I picked up my panties and began to use them to clean my fingers off but he stopped me with a tut. “Let daddy have a taste of you,” he spoke. For the hundredth time this evening I blushed, holding my fingers out to him. He leaned forward in his chair and took the digits in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my fingers, cleaning them thoroughly. And just like that I was aroused again. Negan met my gaze and smiled, releasing my fingers with a wet pop. “You can get cleaned up in the bathroom. I’ll call my driver to take you home,” he explained.

Oh. So, he didn’t want to have sex with me. Was it because I had cum without permission and this was my punishment? Figures. I gathered my clothes and entered his bathroom. I cleaned myself up the best I could without taking a shower. I’d rather do that in my own apartment. I redressed and went back into his office. He got to his feet and kissed my cheek. “The money will be in your account by tonight. I’ll see you next week,” he spoke. I smiled softly, still disappointed that he hadn’t even so much as touched me tonight. It was my own fault, I should have guessed that I had to ask permission what with his preferred pet name. This arrangement was going to take some getting used to.

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themoneybuff-blog · 5 years

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Time is more valuable than money

It's a GRS tradition! Each year on Halloween, I publish a story about planning for death. Usually these are general articles about estate planning. This year's story is personal. When my best friend died in 2009, one of my biggest regrets was that I hadn't made time to travel with him. Sparky had previously asked me to join him on trips to Burning Man (in 1996) and southeast Asia (in 1998) and Mexico (in 2003). I'd declined each invitation, in part because I was deep in debt but also because I thought there'd be plenty of time to do that sort of thing in the future. Turns out, there wasn't plenty of time to do that sort of thing in the future. After Sparky died, I resolved to make the most of opportunities like this. Being in a better financial position helped. Having ample savings gives me the flexibility to join friends on short adventures or to explore the U.S. by RV for fifteen months without money worries. (Yes, I realize that's a fortunate position to be in.) Here's an example. In 2012, my cousin Duane asked me to join him for a three-week trip to Turkey. Remembering my vow after Sparky's death (and remembering the power of yes), I agreed. That trip to Turkey is one of the highlights of my life so far. I'm glad I did it. It was worth every penny. [embedded content] The Best Laid Plans Early in 2017, Duane contacted me. This fall will be the five-year anniversary of our trip to Turkey, he said. Want to have another big adventure? Sure! I said. So, we started planning. We bought books, watched videos, and browsed websites. We invited Kim to join us. Over the course of several months, our plans crystalized. We'd fly to Paris, rent a car, then spend three or four weeks driving around France and Spain and Portugal, enjoying festivals, experiencing the grape harvest, and exploring ruins. (Duane loves ruins!)

In June of last year, I sent Duane an email. I'm going to buy plane tickets tomorrow. Do you want me to buy yours? Hold up, he responded. We need to talk. He called me on the phone. What's going on? I asked. Well, J.D., it's like this, he said. I have cancer. I've been having problems with my throat for a few months, but I thought that was because of indigestion or something. It's not indigestion. I have throat cancer. Long-time GRS readers know about the curse afflicting the men of my family. We die young because of cancer. My father died of cancer ten days before his fiftieth birthday. Duane's father died of cancer at age 51. Duane's brother died of cancer at 47. Now Duane was telling me that he had cancer at age 53. (Is there any wonder I fear I'll die of cancer in the next few years?) Holy shit, I said. Are you serious? Yes, Duane said. And the prognosis isn't good. I need to start chemo as soon as possible, which means I won't be able to do this trip. You and Kim should go without me. We did not go without him. We discussed doing so, but felt like it wouldn't be the same. (Instead, Kim and I took the money we would have used to see France, Spain, and Portugal, and used it to remodel our new house.) Fortunately, Duane's treatment seemed to work. His cancer went into remission. Although things were scary there for a while, his health began to improve. Things Come Undone Two months ago, at the end of August, Duane invited me to join him for a mid-week trip to the Oregon coast. Can I bring the dog with me? I asked. Sure, he said.

On a sunny Wednesday, we piled into my Mini Cooper and drove the ninety minutes to Seaside, Oregon. There, we walked on the beach, bought saltwater taffy, and ate clam chowder for lunch. We talked about a variety of nerdy things. You see, Duane is a nerd just like me. Like me, he loves his videogames. (In fact, he likes videogames more than I do.)He's an avid player of Magic: The Gathering.He used to collect semi-official Canadian airmail stamps.For 20+ years, he's collected ancient coins. (By which I mean coins from before the birth of Christ.) His desk at the box factory used to be covered with uncleaned coins that he was soaking to remove centuries of dirt and grime. Duane is also a money nerd. In fact, were it not for Duane, it's unlikely that I would be a money nerd. In 1992, Duane was the person who introduced me to mutual funds. He convinced me to set up an automatic investment plan into some Invesco funds. I contributed $50 per month to five different funds, for a total of $250 per month. That lasted for four months until I cashed out to buy a new computer. Duane introduced me to a variety of money books, most notably The Only Investment Guide You'll Ever Need by Andrew Tobias. He taught me a ton of other lessons about life and money, some of which I've shared here at Get Rich Slowly over the years. (The Duane story I most often mention includes this lesson: It's not bad to want thingsIt's not want that's the problem, but the habit of constantly satisfying wants.) During our walk on the beach, Duane gave me the news that I'd been dreading. My cancer is back, he said. I've been doing immunotherapy. What's immunotherapy? I asked. Well, it's an attempt to stimulate the body's immune system to fight the cancer. With chemotherapy, the drugs are fight the cancer. Immunotherapy is a newer treatment and its effects less well known. It's not as harsh as chemotherapy, but it's also not usually as effective. How is it working for you? I asked. It's too soon to tell, Duane said. But so far I'm hopeful, and so are the doctors.

I wanted to ask what his prognosis was, but was afraid to ask. I thought maybe he'd volunteer the info. He didn't. Finally, several hours later as we were driving home, I got up the courage to ask. What do the doctors have to tell you about your current situation? I asked. For some reason, whenever I talk about Duane's cancer, I call it his situation. Honestly, it's not good, he said. At the end of June, they told me I probably had three to six months left to live. Holy shit, I said as I did the math in my head. Yeah. It doesn't look like I have much time left, Duane said. The Farewell Tour So, I've been thinking, Duane said as we reached the outskirts of Portland. I'd really like to go to Europe this winter. I want to see the Christmas markets in Vienna and Prague. Assuming I make it to December, of course. Do you want to come with me? Of course, I said. You let me know when and where, and I'll make it happen. I was thinking of all of the times Paul had asked me to do things with him and all of the times I'd said no. I didn't have the money then, and I didn't have the perspective of age. Now I have both. Later that evening, I talked to Kim about Duane's situation. Duane is one of my best friends, I said. He's being pragmatic about his situation and so am I, but that doesn't mean I'm not torn up about it. I want to spend as much time with him as I can before he dies. I totally support that, Kim said. You do what you have to do, and we'll figure it out. Last week, Duane and I met for lunch. He's now at the end of his fourth month of borrowed time. Honestly, he looks and sounds great. But I can tell that The End is weighing heavy on his mind. Do you still want to make the trip to Europe? I asked. Absolutely! he said. My brother and his wife plan to join us. And their daughter and her husband. There'll be six of us. Over the past week, we've been sorting out details. I booked a moderately expensive round-trip flight to Berlin. (Moderately expensive because I'm being fussy. I only want one layover. I want the flights to be short as possible. I have a limited set of dates on which I'll fly.)Duane and his niece picked the cities we'll visit: Vienna, Prague, and Budapest. She made a list of potential AirBNB rentals. Yesterday, I booked lodging for the six of us.After everyone else has flown home, Duane and I will fart around Germany without any real direction or plans just like we did in Turkey. There's a part of me that wonders if Duane will be healthy enough to travel in five weeks. (I let him proof this post. When he did, he expressed the same concern.) Again, he looks great now, and he's continued to defy the odds over the past eighteen months. (He recently ran the numbers for me based on the survival rate for various stages of his cancer. I can't remember the exact figure, but he's already lived longer than something like 98% of people in his situation.) But I worry what might happen before the trip. When my own father was diagnosed with cancer in 1989, he was given six months to live. He lived another six years. It's my deepest hope that Duane too will fight that long, but I'm also trying to be realistic about his situation. I think he is too. In many ways, this trip to Europe is a sort of farewell tour.

Time Is More Valuable Than Money When all is said and done, this trip will cost each of us several thousand dollars. Under normal circumstances, that's a lot of money. In this case, it seems like peanuts. My friend Grant Sabatier has a book coming out in early February. It's called Financial Freedom. I read it last weekend so that I could provide a blurb. (It's good! You should check it out when it's available.) If some ninety-year-old rich dude offered you $100 million to trade places with him, would you do it? Grant writes at the start of the second chapter. Of course not. Why? Because time is more valuable than money. You can always make more moneybut you can't make more time. This is not permission to spend lavishly on anything and everything just because you might get hit by a truck tomorrow. It is, however, an invitation to consider what's important to you and to focus on that. It's encouragement to get clear on your personal mission statement and to build your life around it. Over the past few months, Duane has made a superhuman effort to spend time with his family and friends. This time together is important to him. More than that, I think that he knows it's important to us, the ones he'll leave behind. We love him. We don't want him to die but we cannot control that. All we can control is the time we spend with him today. All we can do is build more memories. Here's another anecdote I like. Duane and I went shopping after our lunch date last week. We stopped at the Icebreaker store to look at expensive wool shirts for our trip to Europe. I have a curious relationship with money now, Duane told me as he held up a $130 shirt. I can't take it with me, so what does it matter if I spend it? If I want a $130 shirt, I'm going to buy a $130 shirt even if I only get to wear it once or twice. Duane did not buy that $130 shirt. Duane is a frugal fellow. I don't think he could buy a $130 shirt even if he tried!

Author: J.D. Roth In 2006, J.D. founded Get Rich Slowly to document his quest to get out of debt. Over time, he learned how to save and how to invest. Today, he's managed to reach early retirement! He wants to help you master your money and your life. No scams. No gimmicks. Just smart money advice to help you reach your goals. https://www.getrichslowly.org/time-is-more-valuable-than-money/

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The Abortion Debate

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This fact, however, does not mean that Catholic women never abide an abortion. According to Guttermacher 27.4% of U.S. abortions in 2002 hive away data that 42.8% of Catholic women, 7.6% of Protestant women and 22.2% of other religions. \nMany religions have found ways to excuse abortions as permissible. According to (Jewish trustingness .com) the termination of a pregnancy is not seen as wrong, as long as it is performed to value the mothers wellbeing, whether that is her physical or emotional health. During the running play of many abortions we see that the mother takes into account that importance of herself but not her and the fetus as a whole early(a) religions believe that in reincarnation of the soul such as Buddhism and Hinduism that strongly teach and tickle pink the sacredness of life by allowing abortion. \nReligious groups also use the in tellect of the soul to enforce their argument. 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Time is more valuable than money

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