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morwap · 2 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

switch!eddie munson x switch!fem!reader | mini fic | NAV |

oral and fingering f!receiving, talk of p in v and not finishing, masturbating , bsf!eddie turning to bsf!fwb!eddie, public/in work space, hair pulling, m!jerking off,

walking in late to the music store you started working at not too long ago, a job you found magically when your mom said to get a job or get your ass to college, then taking the idea to work there to your best friend, eddie munson. mainly doing it because you didnt want to work there with no friends and who would be better than eddie to work at a music shop? no one absolutely no one.

seeing eddie at the register checking someone out and trying to sell them some pins for a discounted price. tiredly rubbing your eyes as you went behind the counter and put your bag in the spot you made for it under the counter.

eddie gave up on the pins and handed them their bag and waved them off, spinning around and leaning back against the counter.

“so what had you so late sunshine?” eddie asked, tilting his head a bit before he started tapping his fingers on the wood.

“slept through my alarm” you admitted. it was true, you did over sleep but you wouldn’t have if the guy you had over to help “destress” you actually did the job and not waste your time.

furrowing his brows almost like he didn’t believe you but eventually he shrugged and let the conversation go. hearing a chime from the front of the store bringing yours and eddie’s attention to the few customers that walked in.

it was a busy day which didnt help you one bit, you were still tired and frustrated. you cursed yourself for being excited for your little “date” earlier that day, well you were mainly excited to get off since it had been a while and you both agreed it would be just sex so what else was there to be excited about.

even eddie asked why you were in a rush to get home after your shift and with eddie being your best friend, you told him about the guy that was coming over.

hours passed and customers came and went, luckily none of them were rude and they all just got what they wanted and left.

now it was getting late, yours and eddies shift almost over just 45 minutes left before you could go home and eat dinner, get off on your own, shower then straight to bed.

“didnt you have someone over last night?” eddie asked, you looked over at him as you were folding shirts and putting them in their designated little cubby. eddie was putting some new records the shop got just got last weekend in their designated places.

“yeah i did” you laughed dryly, sighing as you picked up another shirt and started folding it. you could feel eddies eyes on you.

“oh god, what happened?” he asked while not being able to hold in his laughter, knowing it must of been bad to get that reaction out of you.

putting the last shirt away, you walked over to behind the counter and pulled out patches and pins from underneath it. you shook your head and laughed before running your hands down your face.

eddie made his way to the counter, leaning on his elbows on it. “that bad? c’mon you gotta tell me now” eddie whined with a smile.

“it was awful— i mean first he came over like three hours late and it was already like two AM, then after a bit we were making out and then he put his hands in my pants and wasnt even rubbing my clit and i tried to move his hand there but he’d move it back—“ you rambled, leaning on the counter and resting your chin on your palm. “—then when we were actually doing it, he maybe thrusted like three times before he came and pulled out and asked if i came” you huffed.

eddie’s mouth was wide open and eyes big, “you’re kidding” he gasped, running a hand through his hair as he took in your awful night.

you shook your head, “i fucking wish, i just didn’t answer and told him he need to leave and took a shower and went to bed. it sucks because i was really looking forward to hooking up with him after being stressed out all week” you sighed, looking at eddie and seeing a mischievous glint in his eyes and smirk formed on his face.

“you didn’t even get yourself off? that why you’ve been so pent up today?” eddie asked, you nodded sheepishly.

eddie looked back at the door then to you, “what if i go down on you and fix your problem, you know best friends helping each other out” he suggests, moving his hands up with shrug and lifting a brow.

you couldn’t help but laugh, thinking he was joking and there was still a couple minutes till closing.

“im serious, i mean you could call up whatever his fucking name again but i highly doubt he’ll make you cum since he had so much trouble with it the first time” eddie teased and you tried to tell if he was fucking with you or not.

“right now and here?”

“yeah, right now, right here”

“alright, fuck it” you said, nodding a bit.

eddie smiled, turning and walking over to the door and flipping the sign to closed and locking the door before coming back and around the counter to where you were.

you were about to start undoing your jeans but eddie smacked your hands out the way, doing it himself before smashing his lips onto yours. his fingers sliding the zipper down quickly. moving his hand into your pants, over your panties just teasing you with his middle finger.

eddies other hand pushed you to lean back a bit against the counter, french kissing you like there was no tomorrow, like there wasn’t a camera pointed at the two of you. eddie’s jeans growing tighter by the second.

you moaned into his mouth as his fingers put more pressure and moved back and forth a bit on your slit.

soon eddie let you go, taking his hand from your pants and then using both to pull your pants down along with your panties. getting on his knees and looking up at you before moving his hand back to your cunt, swiping through your folds and spreading you wetness around then teasing your entrance and just slightly pushing his finger in.

“starting off my bucket list strong sunshine, been wanting to do this forever” eddie said with a laugh.

“going down your best friend or going down on someone in pubic?” you asked teasingly, your fingers gripping at the edge of the counter.

“both”

his mouth soon went to your cunt, using his tongue to stimulate your clit as his fingers were slowing making their way inside you. moaning when his tongue first made contact, making eddies eyes close as he listened to you.

you tried to be quiet-ish knowing that the back connected to the store next door and the wall weren’t very thick or sound proof.

eddie’s middle finger was moving in and out of you now, he was about to try two fingers as his tongue swirled over your clit which earned a hand full of gasps and swears from you and eddie was fully aware of his aching cock fighting against the tight material of his jeans.

your hand went into eddies hair, pulling out of his face and your fingers laced through it and tugged a bit causing eddie to moan against your clit and try to get you to do it again.

eddies free hand moved down to his own zipper, moving it down and undoing the button. he squeezed his cock over his boxers before putting his hand into his boxers and touching himself.

slipping a second finger into you and sucking on your clit, you pushing his face closer to you. letting your head roll back as the angle made sparks start in your body, the feeling that you’ve been trying to achieve since the beginning of the week and now you were relishing in it. the feeling never fading or being lost then coming back it was staying and getting stronger and you knew part of why it felt so good was because it was eddie that was doing it.

this was like a dream come true since the beginning of your guys friendship you had a crush on him but pushed it down because you didn’t want to make things awkward but now eddie was going down on you, using his mouth and fingers to pleasure you. eddie fucking munson, your best friend.

you tugged on his hair a bit harder than the first time making him moan once again, his tongue moving faster on your and his two fingers were so deep, deeper than you would’ve gotten if he never purposed this idea.

eddie was in bliss, your moans, your taste and the way you pulled on his hair had him high. his hand went faster on his cock, adding more pressure when he got to his tip then going back down, using his own precum to lube up his hand.

you glanced down and noticed eddie was enjoying this just as much as you were, you watching his arm move from moving his hand on his cock. tugging hard on his hair once more and letting your eyes roll back and mouth falling open, knowing you were going to cum soon as they feeling started to build rapidly.

“oh fuck— eddie im cumming” you moaned out, hoping it didnt come out as just a random string of words as you were too focused on actually cumming. eddie’s fingers went faster and so did his tongue, drawing you to the edge and you let go.

a tear slipping from your eye as you came, hard. feeling eddie groan against you as he fucked into his hand faster.

eddies fingers moved out of you and gripped onto your thigh harshly as he moved his cock out of his boxers and came all over the floor. his tongue still moving on your clit and his eyes squeezed shut even harder as he grunted and still tried to lap at you.

his death grip only getting harder as he came, the last of his cum dripping from his slit onto the puddle onto the ground.

his tongue was getting too overstimulating, pulling him off your sensitive clit and his eyes opened, not even realizing he was still going as he was coming down from his high. moving back from your cunt as a string of spit still connected you two.

moving your hand from his hair to his mouth and swiping your thumb over his bottom lip, breaking the string. both of you panting, gazing at each other.

“thank you” you panted, watching eddie’s blush grow a bit darker.

“anytime” he said before putting himself back into his boxers and fixing up his pants.

pulling your underwear up and cringing at the feeling, your house wasn’t far from here at all so you’d survive, then came your jeans and now you wished you wore anything other than jeans.

you crouched down and grabbed napkins and cleaner, wiping up his mess, as he watched you with a smirk.

“i meant it you know, anytime” eddie said with a little nod, his hand coming to rub your arm. you smiled and threw a wadded up clean napkin at him.

“i know you meant it”

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kirasenju · 9 months

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Nidaime-sama (Tobirama Senju x Fem! Anbu Reader)

Chapter V: Strict

Your shift ended just now, but he sees you still working.

“Y/n.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama?”

“Go home. We talked about this, you wont stay here more than necessary.”

“Ha… look who says. Sometimes you dont even go home!”

“I know you want to help, but you still need to get a proper rest.”

“Same for you.” You said while frowning, looking at him concernedly. “You are the Hokage, yes, but you’re still human. You are working hard for Konoha, i know you value your people. But it’s enough, i am tired of begging you to rest!”

“I have a stamina way stronger than yours. You don’t need to worry too much. But you need to worry about yourself.” He stands up, walks toward you. “You lost weight.”

“What? No.”

“Yes, you did!!” He said angrily. “You have such a fragile body that you can get sick easily in harsh weathers, and you still don’t eat properly?!”

You really lost few weights, but you thought no one will notice because it wasn’t so obvious, indeed no one did until now. You started skipping your meals when your nightmares came back. It's like you relive that day over and over again every night. Besides not being able to sleep, it also affected your appetite. It's like you're back to the beginning, right after you lost them.

“But i eat when i am hungry… it’s not like i am starving myself. I still eat well.”

He gets closer, suddenly grabbing you from your waist and lifting you in the air. You shock.

“W-what are you d-“

“How much do you weigh now? If you lie, i will know.” He said sternly, referring to the fact that he is holding you in the air now so he can understand if you lie.

“Just put me down!”

“Tell me.”

“…” You stay quiet, he will drop you eventually anyway.

“If you think you can get rid of this, I can do this all day.”

You look away, it’s like he read your mind.

“42 kilos…” You said quietly, almost cannot be heard.

“You what?!”

“…”

“It’s enough… you are coming with me!”

“W-where?!”

“My home, so i can keep an eye on you!”

You frown. “No.”

“Oh, yes!” He teleported you both with hiraishin ninjutsu, you find yourself at his home now.

“Hokage-sama! It’s not necessary!”

“Yes it is. You need to gain weight and stay warm, i will make sure you do.”

“Will you please let me go if I promise you that I will eat properly?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Because i told you so. From now on, after your shift ends, i will send my clone with you to my house.”

“But-“

“No.”

“…”

“Just do as i say.”

“I-“ You sneeze. He looks at you. He seems mad now.

“You are sick already…” He sighs. “Follow me.”

“…” You follow him to his kitchen. You sit on a chair while he prepares some food.

~ “Hokage-sama, i am really full.”

“Eat.”

“…”

“Are you trying to make me angry? You didn’t even eat half of your plate.”

“Maybe it’s because the plate was too full at first?!”

“It doesn’t matter. Just finish it.”

“No.”

“Say it again?!”

“I said no!”

He grabs your upper arm tightly, leans closer and whispers. “Behave now…”

You look away, trying to ignore the pain on your arm. “You must know how i don’t like being disobeyed. Believe me… You don't want to see that side of me, girl.”

You knew he was an authoritarian, but you didn’t know he was that much. Your arm hurts so much that you want to scream, but you don’t. You just keep looking away with teary eyes. He lets your arm go, you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding back. You take the hashi back and start eating again.

“Good girl. Come upstairs after you finish your food.” He leaves you alone. As he left, you check your left hurt upper arm. He wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, you know he didn’t notice his power on his grip. You decide not to tell him about your injury because he will get mad when he finds out you didn’t tell him that it hurt when he was grabbing you.

After finishing the food, you felt so full but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. He was right, you needed to eat. You go upstairs, but you suddenly felt dizzy. Then you fell. Now it’s all dark.

You opened your eyes, found yourself laying on a futon. You sit, you are only wearing a kimono now. You can feel your underwears are still there but you have no bra underneath. The kimono is for men, probably it’s his. It reaches down to your thighs, your legs are exposed. Luckily the fabric is thick so you don’t need a bra. You feel wrapped bandage around your back and one breast too, and more bandages around your body. You got panic. What happened? Did he changed your clothes without permission?!

“You fell down from stairs…”

You look at him, sitting in front of the large window with a cigarette in his hand. There is no light except the moonlight in the room.

(Pic is not mine)

“…and don’t worry. I called for a female iryō-nin, she took care of you. You have a fever, so it’s better if you stay like this. It covers you enough anyway.” He said, referring to his kimono fits big on you that reaches your thighs. “I wouldn’t do something like that without your permission…”

“I-i know…”

“Do you feel any pain?”

“Not too bad…”

“Come here.” He pat his lap.

You hesitate, he notices and says again, more commanding:

“Come.”

You go there, nervous. As you sit on his legs, he pulls the kimono collar aside to expose your unbandaged upper arm besides your upper breast. Your arm has a bad bruise.

“She said she couldn’t use healing jutsu for here… because your bone is broken, it’s dangerous for taking any chakra. I sent her back to check myself… that if i really broke your arm. It seems i did…” He said with a gentle tone of him you’ve never heard. He put ointment on your arm and wrapped a bandage around it gently. The ointment is strong, even if your arm isn't in a cast, it will be fine as long as you don’t move it. He leans closer, resting his face on your exposed upper chest. “I’m sorry… i was too harsh.”

“It’s okay…” You said softly with your teary eyes. You didn’t get mad at him because it was an accident.

“No, it’s not okay. I broke your arm and I didn’t even notice. You shouldn’t forgive me so easily.”

“But i do.. I forgive you. I know it was an accident.”

“Y/n… dont do this to yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know your feelings… i always knew.”

“H-huh?” You shocked.

“I dont deserve you. But at the same time, i want you for mine… but I have no right to be greedy. I swore to myself that I would protect you from everything, but I couldn't protect you from myself.“

“H-hokage-sama…”

“I love you.”

Tears start flowing down from your eyes. You look at him as he raised his head from your chest.

“I-i love you too…”

He caresses your hair. “Do you want to be mine, although who i am?”

You stay quiet for some seconds. “Y-yes…”

“What if i hurt you?”

“I know you wont.” You put his hand on your cheek and look into his eyes.

“Then… will you marry me?”

“Yes…”

He leans closer and kisses you from the lips. After minutes kissing each other, he breaks the kiss and gives a kiss on your teary eye. “Dont cry anymore…” He holds you tight. Being careful to not touch your hurt arm.

…

A/n: The art:

#tobirama senju #tobirama #tobirama x reader #naruto fanfiction #tobirama fanart #naruto shippuden #naruto #hashirama #hashirama senju #senju tobirama #madara uchiha

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nicktremblaywayfu · 2 years

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"Tired" is All I Need Tonight

Author Note : I…got this idea from a nap dream. This was basically my nap dream last afternoon. Of course I added more story for fic purpose.

Summary : You had trouble sleeping as usual. Clock ticking showed it was 12 AM already. Your eyes refused to rest, energy still full as afternoon time. All of the cups of tea Arthur has offered, he'd like to try something different to give your body a work in one place.

Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x F! Reader

Characters : Arthur Harrow, You (reader)

Warning : Sleeping with a cult leader, borderline dubcon

Tags : Older man/Younger woman, porn with semi-plot, fingering, Height gap, Age gap, power differences, lap sex, rough kissing, hint of spit kink, P in V, unprotected sex, bite kink, manipulating, power play,

Words : 2404

Available on Ao3 as well

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"Another trouble sleeping again?" The benevolent figure in front of you smiled, warming up the room in this cold late night. You just nodded, you're here for your usual remedy.

A cup of warm tea made by his very own hands was like no other. A special blend for sleep aid, chamomile, lavender, and passionfruit. The tea had no strong flavour like those $1 tea bag, instead it tasted like warm water with a soothing vibe completed with a faintest hint of bitter taste. Sometimes you felt like you must admit that you were addicted to the tea.

"Is it because of the nap you took last afternoon ?" He poured a cup of hot water, letting the tea sit for a few minutes.

"Quite the opposite. I helped our people as there are new residents arriving in our village." You took a seat on the sofa, eyes wandering around the living room. It was the biggest out of the other resident's, though it was not as big as a warehouse. Spacious enough for a 6 person meeting, well of course it's because he was the leader of this community.

Sure the village has a village chief from law but in fact, Arthur led everything. Even when his feet weren't stepping on this ground at the moment. He stayed for 2 weeks, checking people around and making sure everything as well everyone is alright. Not to forget this was the chance for people to be judged, whether to be relieved or to be sent to duat.

"And what will happen when I am not here at the time? hm ?" He took the tea bag out the cup, serving the warm remedy to you.

"Perhaps you could leave me some of your tea? It helped me with my sleep issues."

"Does it really help or you are addicted to it?" He smiled at you, yet it felt like a bullet was aimed at you.

Not that question, please. Silence was your response to such a question that requires honesty.

"There was no other remedy, Arthur. This is the only way."

"Hm, I doubt that. You only tried my tea."

"I tried warm milk, using some calming music, I even tried to sleep cuddling with plushies but your tea is the most effective." As you're explaining your situation, he just nodded his head.

"Is it Insomnia? Perhaps I could take you to a doctor and get you some medication."

"No, it's just that, I often feel too much energy on me. Right now I feel like I could run for miles to finally get tired. You get me, Arthur ?" Your hands moving around, mimicking movements as words emitted from your mouth.

"Well maybe you can fix some roofs right now. I heard that rain has gotten into houses unwelcomed."

"If that would make me tired then so be it-"

"Wait, no, please. I'm just joking." Arthur stopped you immediately when you got up from your seat. His hand was placed just right above your breast, catching off-guard.

"Well you didn't tell me you were joking before. I was being serious." Irritated a bit, you took a long sip on the tea at drinkable temperature after returning to your seat. Arthur just sighed with mischievous chuckles, sitting next to you. There was almost no inch remaining as your distances, thighs touching each other.

"Say, why have you not been sleeping late tonight?"

"I'm thinking about you." His gaze focused on you, a warm smile decorated his face.

"Thinking about me? In what way." Your brows furrowed in confusion.

"Well, I'm thinking about you, that you probably haven't slept tonight. And I was right, wasn't I ?"

"Yes that is true, as you are serving me tea right now." You finished the tea until the last drop.

"Not interested in other methods ?" Arthur cocked his head, somehow his words interested you.

"What method exactly are you talking about? Another home-brew remedy ?" You leaned on the sofa, the soft pillow soothed your back.

"A little physical exercise maybe?" Yet another mischievous chuckle can be heard.

"Don't tell me you're about to make me run from up and down to hills from this village." You groaned as he laughed. Truth be told, you rarely see him joking this much. Arthur was usually a calm and collected serious figure.

"No, no. We can do it right here. Just you and me." He moved closer to you, squishing the side of your thigh with his. You had a specific, weird feeling about this yet you have no wish to move further away.

"Care to elaborate ?" Confused, you were curious about his so-called method.

Just seconds after the question, in all sudden he grabbed both of your hands. His cheerful smile has turned into a nonchalant expression. If you gotta be honest, the way he looked scared you a bit.

"Do you promise to keep this as our little secret? " He brought his face closer to you, his warm breathes blew on your face. A refreshing breath with a similar scent from the tea you drank, just with more strong fragrance flowers.

"I- i don't understand what are you talking about Arthur-"

"I just need you to promise. You are the only one that I trusted with this." His grip was getting tighter, your skin starting to shift into a red hue.

"I- fine i promise. Just please don't hurt me." As you pleaded, he rushed his lips onto yours. Devouring your flesh as it was a fine delicacy. Your hands had become red like blood, at this moment Arthur just needed to add a little bit of force and he could snap both of your hands.

Like feeling what you thought, he let go both of your hands as he cupped your cheeks with his kiss more eager than before. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, dancing with yours bathed in your saliva inside. Inside your mouth he explored each side like a lost man in a maze. The only chance for you to breathe was in between his movement to devour your lips more and deeper into his kiss. You whimpered as he started to hold between your shoulders, and neck, thumb pressing on your windpipe to give you a pressure on your windpipe.

His tongue danced with yours, sending waves of pleasure through your brain. You couldn't help but moan, no one ever enjoyed you like this. Arthur could feel every part of your body heat, slowly letting go of the kiss. A sight of thick stringy saliva connecting between your tongue and his. You probably accidentally swallowed his spit as well.

"Arthur, I don't think we should be doing this." You tried to talk with him as you're trying to catch your breath.

"Are you rejecting me?" Now he gave you a sad puppy look, like pleading you to say yes for whatever he was asking.

"I'm not, Arthur. It's just that- what would people say about it ? The fact that you kissed me like this?"

"As long as your pretty little mouth knows how to keep our secret, it'll all be fine." His thumb pressed the corner of your lips seductively.

"Now I just need you to prove that you don't actually reject me, listen and do what I say. How about that."

You just nodded quickly. You were kinda scared, but you have no desire to run. This mix of feelings excites something inside you.

"That's my love." He spread his legs apart, patted his thigh as a code for you to sit on it. You obeyed, placing your thighs on his, creating a gap between the sofa and your legs. He was surprisingly strong for his own age with lines on his face.

"Now I just need to check on something." He stripped away your lower garments leaving your undies on it. He snaked his hand from your hips, your tummy, and finally the main interest of yours. His hand was so big that it could fully cup your whole vagina. Carefully, he slipped his middle finger between the folds, checking around between the flesh of yours. You whimpered as his finger kept snaking like double-checking on you.You hold onto his arms dearly, back arching wondering when will he finish teasing you. He pulled out his finger, you could clearly see your thick, clear slick fluid on his finger.

"See that, love? I haven't been inside you yet. You were this wet. You can lie to me, but not to your body." His thumb rubbed on the slick fluid, creating an elastic string between the digits.

With ease, he placed his thumb on your swollen clit, rubbing it softly. The sensation of his fingers against your sensitive nub was making you weak in knees. Was this really the "exercise" He talked about ?

"I hope you don't mind me, but I'm gonna enjoy your sweet little hole 'till you feel tired." His words sounded very suggestive, so dirty and lustful. Very different from Arthur you saw in the afternoon daily. But his teasing was far from over.

He inserted one of his fingers, the size of his digit alone caught you off-guard. You could feel every centimeters slowly thrusting your entrance. Your vagina hole was throbbing, nails digging into his arm. He bit your earlobe as he gently massaged your canal. It was no ordinary hand that for sure. It felt like you were putting a strange thing into your vagina. The feelings of it, even it was different from the time you were touching yourself.

Slick fluid spilling as he inserted another digit inside. You whimpered loudly as your entrance was stretched.

Arthur kept on playing with your slit while still pumping his fingers inside, making your knees getting weaker with your nipple uncomfortably bulging inside your bra. His voice was hoarse, he was breathing heavily. His touch grew rougher and rougher, making the feeling grow stronger. You could feel your walls clenching down, your body becoming tense as well.

"I know you like it, my love. Don't lie to yourself." He bite onto the fabric of your clothes, two fingers rubbing right on your g-spot.

Every second, every movement inside, you could really feel it. You could feel his skin moving against your wall and your inner labia hole. Your entrance crying from the stretch, trying not to tear apart with the size of his fingers alone. Suddenly you were not ready thinking the size of his dick. Your moans filled the room along with his deep groaning. Each passing second, every thrust felt harder and more vigorous, he was pushing your nerves beyond their limits. Your body trembled, wanting more than him teasing your hole and your clit.

"Arthur, please-" You couldn't even finish your words with the overwhelming pleasure.

"Don't worry, my love. I shall serve it right away. Beside you still need times to sleep anyway." He pulled out his digits with your fluid still connected in a string.

"Such an obedient one. I know well you'd come into my hands the first time I saw you lost like a cat out there." He turned you around, facing him. He stripped his outfits, showing his thick pecs with soft belly on sight. He has the perfect dad bod type, something you didn't expect. He stripped the rest of your garments as well, unclasped your bra to leave your breast bare and hung around for him to see. You mewled as he played with your breast, squishing it with his hands and licking the nipples. He kissed your breast, then sucking it with the other hand massaging it while you were squeaking with the sensation. The fact that your own leader enjoying your breast with you fully naked was not on the list in your mind joining his people.

Finished enjoying your breast, now wet with hickies on it, he pulled out his dick, bigger than you expected. It was throbbing, color matching his skin with precum dripping on his pink tip. Faint sight of veins decorating his shaft, as he rubbed it and positioned his dick into your entrance.

"At last, we reached the main course tonight. Shall we continue? " He raised his brows seductively, mouths inches away from each other.

"Arthur, I don't know if i could take it."

"Well we wouldn't know if we don't try." He slowly inserted his shaft into your small delicate entrance. Your whole body tensed as his length went deep inside, impaling your hole.

As he fully put his dick buried inside your walls, he started to take his pace.

Slow and steady was his pace at the start. Each thrust made you cry out louder. He started kissing up from your breasts to your face, biting your nose bridge with his teeth. His tongue started to slip out, licking over your bottom lip, then nibbling. You could taste his saliva lingering on your lip. Your legs were already shaking, as you felt the warmth spreading throughout your entire body. Arthur continued to push in deeper with his rhythm. Each thrust hitting your cervix, you emitted a loud moan. He groaned loudly, growling with the lust pleasure he had. He licked your breast once again, then your neck to sucked it as well. You screamed as he suddenly bit your neck hard, like a prey and a predator. This Arthur was not like the one you usually see in the community. This was a growling beast fucking with you, starting to give you faster and rougher pace. As your moan got too loud, he kissed your lips again and sucked it. Tongue overlapping with his, his mouth completely dominating you.

His thrusts became faster, his grip on you tightened. He growled loudly as he finally came deep inside your pussy, spilling his seeds inside you as a mark. His eyes were closed with his mouth buried into the crook of your shoulder. He held onto you tightly, one hand wrapping around your ass and the other your waist. A sharp piercing icy blue eyes can be seen as he opened his eyes, looking through your soul. He finally pulled out, putting you gently on the couch in a lying position. He was right, you were finally tired. He cleaned his mess on you, putting your clothes back and carried you to his bedroom.

He kissed your forehead and softly said

"Sleep tight, my love."

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#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #moon knight #mcu #moon knight fanfictions #mcu moon knight #mcu villain #ns/fw #marvel #x reader #self-insert

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timaeusterrored · 8 months

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(I’m tired)

((Brought to you by, Andrew is tired and needs comfort))

V thought he’d be alone tonight, which was probably a good thing. He was exhausted, and he was tired of people for the night and didn’t want to accidentally snap at Kerry. God he’d never forgive himself.

He sat out by the pool, staring at the calm water as he smoked. It had been an emotional day of nearly losing three mercs, Venus being one, most of his clients angry about something, getting harassed on the streets by paparazzi trying to get a shot of his face, and just over all waking up on the wrong side of the bed. He wanted sleep. And yet when he had attempted to lay down, he realized his body refused to sleep without Kerry.

“You must be really out of it tonight, babe.” Vax damn near fell out the chair, not realizing Kerry was standing over him- literally when he looked up, Kerry was just staring down at him.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to know you had a fuckin day.”

Kerry was correct, and also correct in Vax being out of it because he got from the sliding door and down the stairs and Vax didn’t hear a damn thing. And he still had his boots on. Vax normally heard his husband walking around, but tonight he probably could have been robbed blind.

Kerry patted V’s legs to get him to move them, sitting on the pool chair. The Fixer hugged his legs to his chest like a toddler, Kerry taking the cigarette before the ash could fall and burn him. Kerry put it out in the ashtray on the ground and looked at V, a knowing look on his face that said Vax wouldn’t have to say much.

“Ven is with Dean and Blue tonight, said you were a ticking time bomb and figured you’d need space. J is with them as well, so don’t worry.” Kerry explained, talking low and soft, as if V was some wounded animal. But it was better than the amount of yelling he had dealt with today.

“Hope I didn’t scare them… I yelled pretty bad today.” Vax had accidentally yelled at Venus and Onyx and Mike, and snapped at Claire and some clients. He felt awful of course, and would apologize tomorrow. But goddamn he was fucking tired.

“You’re pretty scary when you yell, but they aren’t angry if that’s what you’re asking.” Kerry explained, which was valid. Vax tried to not yell often, but when he did, it was fucking scary. He had caused the Afterlife to go silent.

Vax rubbed his face, letting out a frustrated groan. He couldn’t do this, he was shitty fixed and a shitty husband. He should have died on that space station because if he couldn’t be a merc, then what could he be?

This was Jackie’s dream. The nice house, the cars, the fame, this was all for Jackie. And now, Vax wasn’t sure. He didn’t exactly mind being Jackie’s shadow, it was what he was good at. Going in for the silent kill and disappearing… now he was the most sought after face in the world, everyone knew the legend of V, and everyone knew V Eurodyne. And god it made his chest tight.

“Hey… do you need a minute? I can go shower and get ready for bed if you need it.” Kerry hadn’t touched him besides patting his leg, and had maintained a level voice and respectful distance.

“…Think I’m gonna make me some tea from Misty… and see how I feel after.” Vax and Kerry were still working on the whole communication and feelings thing, it was rough because both were so used to just hiding it or hiding away.

“Sounds good, where am I gonna meet you after?” The fact that Kerry still wanted to be around him after the day he had meant the world to Vax. The fact that Kerry hadn’t gotten upset to not have kisses or any thing like that… he was letting Vax go at his own paceS

“If I’m not in bed, probably the couch.” Kerry nodded, standing up and stretching. “A bowl sounds really nice too…”

“Fuuuuck yes it does, you are speaking my language, doll.” The rocker leaned down, but stopped just before he kissed Vax, silently asking permission. Vax gave him a peck on the lips and Kerry took it with a smile before heading inside.

The couch ended up winning, Vax had changed out that godawful leather nightmare for a comfy couch that still somewhat matched the aesthetic of their penthouse. But if he was gonna have a couch, he should be able to take comfortable naps on it.

This time, he heard Kerry coming. His bare feet padding against the floor and a lighter appearing in front of his face. He always knew what Vax needed.

The two smoked and Vax drank his tea, trying to calm the fixer without overwhelming him more. Sometimes, he just needed Kerry there, just in his eyesight. He hated that Johnny went and stayed with Venus but was also glad they were getting along… but damn he needed Kerry and Johnny tonight…

Kerry took the final hit, Vax watching him blow the smoke out and went a little gayer if possible. Damn he loved this man… that was his man at the end of the couch.

“Bed? Or stay down here longer?” Kerry asked, cleaning up so Vax didn’t have too. He knew that Kerry knew Vax could very well wake up and be stress cleaning so Kerry would rather just clean now and try to help his husband rest for as long as possible.

“Bed… ‘M fuckin’ tired.” Vax mumbled finally, feeling Kerry help him stand up and help him up to bed.

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ficklecat · 2 months

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o no I must make a Decision™️

it’s nearing midnight, I’m not tired (and I’m very hungry???) and I kind of want to write, BUT

Sleep

I need sleep

(and maybe tacos?)

Do I eat, write, then sleep? Do I write without eating? Do I eat without writing? Do I go to sleep because am baby and will be v eepy if I stay up too late?

All I can think about right now is Kakashi and Gai being gay and tacos

#f #ax says stuff

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awellboiledicicle · 1 year

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Hades brainrot reminded me of a Hypnos x mortal!oc thing I was plotting during peak playtime

Which was basically he falls in love with a mortal woman and meets with her in dreams disguised. They do the whole falling for one another thing while this is happening bUT. BUT. she thinks hes just a dream. So shes been doing her weaving and so on, preparing for the day she has to get married... but she loves this dream man and it's making her miserable. And she doesnt talk about it to him in these lucid dream dates bc YEAH. But like once shes done weaving and the date is set etc she finally breaks down and tells him what's up and Hypnos being a greek god is like "well this is not ideal, can I solve this with murder? Because I can do that." And shes Emotional bc she knows hes just a dream and she'll have to marry this random guy her family picked and aaaa

There was also a part where she begs him not to think less of her for loving him more than the husband she has to go to marry and Hypnos is just in panic mode bc he has ONE THING and it's her companionship at the moment. Then he sorta. Kinda. Maybe a little fucked off to try calling in a favor from Hera bc,,, obviously the correct course of action is having the goddess of lawful marriage... disrupt one. And convinced her through sheer "remember during that war where I made Zeus sleep really deep?" And the condition that he come clean and marry the mortal in honesty.

Mostly bc she was 10000% tired of gods shapeshifting to get into mortals pants and at least 45% because she wanted to see Hades squirm. Bc she got Nyx to agree to making the mortal... not anymore. For living in the house purposes. And Hades wont often fight Nyx on things.

But like so he goes once more to do the whole Reveal thing in the dream first because thats.. easier. Way easier than "surpriiise I'm a god" irl anyway. And before he can say anything shes on a tangent, heartbroken over a dream, and saying "How cruel must lord Hypnos be! How angered I must have made him! To send me you-- you, my beloved, who only live in his realm! How am I to he a faithful wife, a good mother, when my heart lays with sleep?"

And his response was basically dropping all disguise and going "I'm not mad at all, soooo". Her response was fear and also "dude wtf" but also stories of Zeus exist so it could be worse.

They basically snuck her into the house after Hera married the two and the Hades v Nyx argument was Intense. Zagreus liked her bc he was finally not the shortest in the house.

Basically my brain remembered the most Dramatic Emotional parts and now I'm crying over my unwritten story at 3am bc Soft

#mok fic #for when i get to writing it #Timo au

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booksanimeandtea · 1 year

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It's 1 am here but after a day of watching closely and reading jkks' opinions, I came to the conclusion that you are in a strange sort of coping mechanism

Yes the past happened,it was real then,but now things have changed. It happens, it always happens. Why is it so hard to accept that maybe they are friends only now? Why do i have to be called a tkkr just for expressimg my opinion?

Do you really not see that this is like what the 4 time jk is hanging out with people he never hang out before??? Yes joon and yoongi were there but there is no video of them interacting with jk not before,not after...jk is seeing v and wooga squad a lot, he never did before...this adding the fact that he now vapes, and who else we know who used to vape (now smokes).

It's also funny when people start screaming that they should not be filmed in public places...one thing is stalking him to the gym, another is filming them all in places where they go together with bodyguards and managers like yesterday, where lots of idols were there, of course people filmed them. They did made few attempt at hiding, v was wearing a bright red jacket and wearing no mask...the others were all recognisable...

I laugh every time you use the fact that jimin is working, so is tired and can't go out...sure and these tickets were not bought weeks ago and so they all knew jimin would have just came back from usa, no it was a sudden decision..jimin had to sleep and instead of spending time listening to what he did,because jet lag is real you know and he also needs to eat, I go and have fun and jump around, such a nice relationship. And of course the bowling, the cinema, all the times tkk played, jimin was in a bunker working all the time...make sense yes...I wonder what will happen when jimin's ends his promo,what kind of excuses will you all use? That he's tired and so jk can't ruin his beauty sleep, so it's a must that he has to go out with bts, he has a life to live can't wait for jimin...what will happen when jm promo ends and jk keeps on hanging out with wooga?

Remind you that even if you saythat is dangerous for jkk to being seen together because of reasons,news outlets wants jk with a woman to create a scandal and lately they have been writimg articles on tk...they sell a lot, everyone knows they are shipped. Jm was not boycotted because of being with jk,but because they allknew about his power,they knew with you was beautiful and could top high. Jimin has no need for external boycott, armys are doing the job anyway...

At the end, it's ok for me to think of the past as a beautiful memory, but as of now I see nothing more than a friendship. And it's ok, even if I'm attacked, it's perhaps time for me to move on, to grow up,to live all this toxicity behind and start again.

I end this with stream SET ME FREE PT 2

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djavlaalskadeunge · 1 year

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Letter 16

“Culver city

12/16/25

My little Mimosa.

Thank you for your letter it was welcome believe me. Remember that everyone must have their sorrows. You little Misse, It pains me because I understand you so well, how terrible and difficult it is. You know the stubborn wins - or so the saying goes.

That day may not be so far away when you get paid for your hard work. Then Nisse becomes very well and you get married. Then he stays healthy from love alone. But it's sad that no one can be truly happy. If you knew how much I miss home. I'll probably fade away one fine day. I wrote that I was getting married. I still can't describe anything further in a letter. But I'll probably never get married. You have to believe that it spins around in my head sometimes just by accident. I don't want to see anyone. You will hear how I make my first film. Up clock. 6 and home at 6 or 7 in the evening again. Crashed in my bed and can't sleep sometimes. And alone, alone. God it's terrible. This ugly ugly America, all the machine it is, is soul-killing to the highest degree. I never go out at night, just go home to my boring little hotel. Never dress so people here think I live on starvation wages. I give up on everything soon. As long as I had a little money, I went home. But coming home without it - the old boring waltz begins. The only thing that makes me happy is when I can walk down to the bank and send something home to my people. I could go to Hollywood and Los Angeles, it's only an hour's drive there, but I don't want to meet all the movie people, drink alcohol and talk about things I don't want to talk about.

I also think that you become so ugly in this climate, by the way, everyone thinks so. So it's a bit dangerous. They are very curious about me here at the studio, it is said that they all look and ask just because I am new, you see. And I don't look at them because I'm so tired they think I'm a freak. Got a big and handsome role which is rare here, but I feel so boring so I guess I can't play that well, I'm curious and worried about it. You must think that all the gloss we surround the American film with at home is dim here. There isn't a trace of glamour or style here.

Lasse H. and Karin are now installed here. Lasse will start against Lillie Gish for V. Sjöström. I have only met them a few times. Einar H. is here and has broken the contract with Metro. Goldwyn so I don't know what he's going to do. I'm not that taken with him Lars Saxon, you know will be here at the beginning of January I hope I have finished my film so I have time to see him sometime. Isn't that funny? We were quite a lot together in Stockh. He was very decent, I thought, so I'm glad he's visiting. Isn't it terrible Misse, but I never look at any men: but of course not at women either, I would never be interested in them. For me, there is only my old Moje, isn't that right? I'm going to be a little "widow lady" What do you say about the appropriate word? Can you make a trip here - it's a wonderful sea trip and the trains to Califor. Are also wonderful, you'll live with me. Then I would like to go out and look for pleasures. But the trip will be expensive and you probably don't have time. But it was a recreational trip for you. I don't know at all what you're doing right now. If we sat on N.K. or Strand by a cognac and pretend to talk. I feel locked out of paradise when I think about it. Thanks o fate, in any case we had small happy moments. Wait when I get home. Ohhh. I'm going crazy thinking about it---so I guess I'll have to stop thinking. Write again soon gossip about everything for me o soon. You are a little looming cloud for me that I hope to reach in time! Pretty? Greetings to Karlstadshemmet. ——————Gurra."

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tonyee · 1 year

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yknow what fuck it i AM gonna post gameplay pics from my such colorful lives save (backstory under the cut cause whew theres a lot)

*takes deep breath* this is my matriarch Sienne Rambeau (ill make a proper post about her later) she's a high maintenance sim so yoga and facial masks are a must. she's almost at the top of the art critic career much to the dismay of the coworkers who absolutely despise her BUT she makes them BANK so they tolerate her.

she's a bitch but she's my bitch and i will fight anyone for her!!

as for her love life, she date Akira for a bit but they barely had chemistry so she dumped him lol bye. She's always kinda had this thing for her neighbor/friend which brings me to our next mc..

Salim Benali!! he's starting his dream career as a writer and just finished his first book (thanks to a lot of pushing from Sienne) He always thought Sienne was v cute even when she implied his mother was a llama. They have a lil bit of a friends with benefits thingy going on, though he'd be very happy to become more than that when Sienne is ready. A few months ago he adopted his adorable niece:

Janessa Benali! Honestly she's a bit of a gremlin like she definitely bites. Salim calls her tadpole cause she LOVES frogs like if it hops shes gonna cop like

ngl i love her so much like that's my baby my lil cinnamon apple anyways Sienne forced Salim to rent the apartment next door with her because she was tired of Janessa sleeping on a cot in the his living room... So for now they're just roommates guys don't get any ideas!! omg and how could i forget about the most needy cat ive had in the sims ever

this is Nougat after running away because Salim stopped petting him for 5 minutes. he's a very sweet boy but damn he's a whore for attention

anyways that's my current save i love them so much

#ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #show us your sims #such colorful lives #red gen #i play this household everyday i love them so much #hopefully i remember to post more pics of them lol #ts4 gameplay

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plentyghosts · 2 years

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49 with SQ and Mr B. v with Curtain?

49. coming home

putting a read more cus this one is longer lol

SQ would rather be anywhere else than here. The third island prison isn't dark, the lights are always on so his father can work, making darkness an impossibility. But it was always colder than a winter morning and the empty halls echo weirdly when the wind blows through the half-open windows. The whole place freaks out SQ. It looks like it should be occupied. It had once been. Recreational areas have items scattered about, things that had been up and abandoned. The shower rooms had bars of half-used soap and towels that had been left to grow moldy in the damp room. A leak in the ceiling dripped incessantly and the droplet riveted down into a drain that looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in a hundred years. It looks like it should be haunted. The fact that it isn't is somehow worse.

SQ had seen all this because he had been taking stock of the area under his father's instructions. Sort of. His father had said 'don't bother me while I'm working, Shepard.' And SQ had taken that as permission to go explore.

This was home now. He might as well get used to it. The odd echoes, the clanging of ghosts his imagination supplied for him at night, desperate to cut into the silence that was more terrifying than the idea of phantoms and poltergeists, as he tried to get comfortable on a rickety old cot, telling himself at least it was better than the floor of a cave. A place he'd also tried to call home. At least this place didn't have a front door that hung wide open all the time. And his father is here.

"I am home," He mumbles to himself and tries to believe it because wherever his father is, is home. The institute, the island, and the third island prison.

The house exudes comfort and SQ can hardly appreciate it. The kids are all a mess- those that have returned to the house for the night, that is, Kate was with her father- which is to be expected after the long days they'd had. SQ's ears are still ringing with the crunch of metal against metal, and the sound of his father's voice, yelling at him with every angry word that came into his mind, many of which his uncle had looked at him reproachfully for as he covered Constance's ears.

It was a small mercy that Mr. Benedict managed to convince them not to question the children that night. Every little thing felt like mercy. The way his uncle's careful hands hovered over his shoulder, but didn't quite touch, fearing SQ might crumble to dust if he did. Or the soft jostle of the car that nearly lulled him into a restless sleep. Nearly. He wasn't that lucky.

He was silent the whole way to the house. He felt a little like the ghosts he had imagined in the prison. Looming gloomily about the living beings around him, reuniting with their loved ones. Face smudged with dirt, the front of his shirt torn, evidence of his demise that he'd never quite scrub clean of his spirit. But he would try, anyway. He slides out of the car and the gravel driveway crunches away beneath his sneakers. Mr. Benedict leads them up to the house and when they step inside the children all go about getting clean. SQ lingers in the doorway, unsure which way to turn.

"SQ, my dear," Says a soft voice, and SQ looks at his uncle. He looks just as tired as SQ feels, and he knows he must look the same. He's been fiddling with the tear in his sweater with one hand, and he can feel the aching in the back of his head from where he had collided roughly with the ground, and something that had dripped down his neck but since dried. Number Two had checked it before they'd gone home and promptly pulled out a handkerchief to press against the back of his head. He was still holding it there. She'd said he wouldn't need stitches, but there was a solid chance he had a concussion. Adrenaline was wearing off now, leaving him shaking. It made it hard to hold the handkerchief.

He blinks, and he's standing in a shower. He hasn't had one in a shower. His father had managed to get the electricity working in the prison but the plumbing was a hopeless endeavor. The water is nice. It's warm and soothing. SQ watches dirt spiral in little streams down the drain and sets his head against the cold tile.

He towels himself dry when he gets out and regards the set of pajamas that have been set on the counter. He gets dressed and, with the water now off, he can hear a hushed conversation outside the door (his uncle had asked him if he'd like SQ to wait for him in the hall, just in case, and he'd said yes.)

"...stay with us." A voice is saying, possibly his uncle's, it sounds like him.

"They'll want to question him." Number Two, it must be, Rhonda is at the hospital with Kate, to watch after her. He hears a heavy sigh.

"I know."

Now in his pajamas, he opens the door, startling them both. Number Two tries to look as casual as possible, leaning against the adjacent wall with her arms crossed. Mr. Benedict smiles warmly at him.

"Ah, all clean then?" SQ nods. He's hardly spoken a word since they got to the house. His uncle doesn't seem to mind, though, which he's grateful for. "Wonderful, let's get you settled in a bed then, hm?"

SQ tries to sleep in his own bed, really, he does. Shadows stretch like long legs across the moonlit ceiling. A perfectly placed branch looks like a hand reaching out and the wind howls weirdly outside the window as if someone had plucked it straight out of a horror movie.

He agonizes over it for a while before slipping out of bed and padding down the hallway. His uncle's room is lit softly by the lamp on the bedside table. Mr. Benedict is still awake, with a book set open in his lap. He looks up, and subsequently softens, when SQ enters.

"Can I help you, dear?" He asks. SQ worries his lip between his teeth for a moment, suddenly filled with doubt. This was ridiculous. He could handle a dark room. He wasn't five. But his throat feels thick and dry, and his words catch in it like burrs to unwilling skin. His eyes start to sting suddenly, and his brow furrows in frustration in confusion. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a half-sob. His uncle sets aside his book and opens his arm.

SQ, feeling rather ridiculous, crosses the room and climbs right under the covers. He sets his head against his uncle's chest and shudders, tears streaking over the bridge of his nose and soaking his uncle's pajama shirt. Warm arms are wrapped around him and a kiss is pressed to the top of his head. He squeezes his eyes shut and wraps his arm around his uncle in return. He can hear his uncle's heartbeat beneath the soft plaid fabric of his shirt. He focuses on that.

"It'll be alright, dear," he says, and for some reason it makes SQ cry harder. His uncle doesn't tell him not to. He tells him softly that it's okay. That he will be alright, eventually. He falls asleep, having cried himself into exhaustion. He'll try again tomorrow. Maybe by then, he'll believe his uncle.

#mbs #sq pedalian #nicholas benedict #ld curtain #ik the first part doesn't technically have curtain In it but um- yea #also sorry this took so long ahfdkjfsadada

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lyon-amore · 6 months

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Time Trial Chapter 10 - A little progress

Chapter 9

I did not expect Jeremy to make that confession to me. And I do not know what to say either. I stare at him in the doorway, like I am waiting for him to actually say it is a joke, even if it is a tasteless one.

I let Jeremy sit on the couch while I make him some tea to relax and warm up. I see him shaking on the couch when I return, shaking his leg nervously. I leave the hot drink on the table and listen to him say a “thank you” in a low voice. He has not said another word after confessing that he had seen Bianca that night she disappeared. “Why… Why have not you told it until now?” I asked confused, affected by his words. Maybe if I had said it sooner, it would have been helpful to the police. "No... I couldn't..." he answers and his voice continues to tremble "I was afraid that they would point me out as the culprit of her disappearance." I frown quite angrily. The repercussion of that decision has been that Albert was singled out for being the last to see Bianca. Thanks to that decision, the one who is suffering from being accused is our best friend. "Well, by telling it now you make me see you as a suspect." I reply, while crossing my arms. “I know, but I have not hidden it so that the accusations fall on Albert, I swear!” He exclaims terrified. I try to stay calm. I know Jeremy, but right now, I do not know whether to trust his words. If he does not explain it to me, then I am going to have to suspect him. "Jeremy" I call harshly ", what happened when you saw her?" I watch as he swallows hard, taking a sip to calm himself. “I was waiting for them to arrive from their date...” “That is pretty scary.” "I know, I know it seems like a stalker" he slowly puts down the glass and rubs his hands on his pants “, but I was very worried that Bianca might hurt Albert.” “Bianca?” I raise an eyebrow, quite curious “Why did you think Bianca would hurt him?” “Because I had heard things about her and not very good ones... So I didn't want her to play with Albert.” “Are you referring to her teenage days?” “Yeah…” I roll my eyes. At the moment, there is no evidence that she did the same as an adult. Because if we compare Bianca's background to Paul's, clearly she was the one who decided to change. He is still a dick. “And good? What did you see?” I ask impatiently. "Nothing, I just talked to her" he replies, shrugging his shoulders “. I just told her to leave Albert, not to play with him and his feelings.” “And what did she tell you?” He looks away and I see that he is pouting. “Nothing important, she just told me that she would do whatever she wanted, and... we argued a little, I even pushed her...” I look at him scared and because of his reaction, he shakes his head quickly. “B-but I didn't knock her unconscious or anything like that! I just pushed her and she did the same!” Should I believe him? I am not sure he could be telling me the truth. For a long time, Jeremy had been strange. now I know why “She started crying, telling me to leave... I think I offended her... after that, I listened and left.” “If you treated her as someone capable of playing with a person's feelings, of course she was offended.” "It wasn't for that" this time his expression is sad, and I can see that he seems distracted, remembering that night “. She said she was tired, but she didn't say it was tired of sleep, she seemed more…” “Emotional?” "Yes" he blinks in surprise “. She even seemed scared, she hugged herself.” I nod and touch my cell phone that I had in my pants pocket. I wanted to tell this information to Sally, maybe she could know the meaning of her behavior.

Jeremy takes another sip of his drink and wipes away some tears that were beginning to well up from his eyes. Some of it must have been quite hard to keep in, but…

“I need to ask you a favor” his voice sounds broken, but he looks at me hopefully “. I want to tell Sally...”

“Remember what Alice said” I shake my head “, she feels better talking to me, If she sees that more people are trying to talk to her, she could get into trouble and you yourself were against it. Remember?” “But I want to tell her... I just wanted to know your opinion...” I try to see it from another perspective, if Sally talks to him, I may be able to get more information out of him than he tells me. But first I would have to talk to her about it, so she understands the situation. “My opinion?” “I know you take care of her as if she were your little sister, now I understand it well” he scratches the back of his neck nervously “and if I can help you, I think talking to her would be the right thing to do..” Well, according to Sally, if it was just people who were involved in the case, that was fine with her. And the two of them already know each other from the forum, they may have more confidence. “If you are going to tell her, just keep her from getting excited, she really wants to come and investigate and-“ “Yes, don't worry, I'll try to prevent her from coming if she says something.”

I nod somewhat fearfully. I will not let her go through this alone. <<I just go from one thought to another. All responsibility falls on me if something happens to her.>> We heard footsteps outside the apartment and looked towards the door, waiting for Albert to enter. But pass by. He must still be with Alice. “I better go” Jeremy gets up from the couch and I do the same, accompanying him to the door “Can you let me tell Al after I talk to Sally? It's... important for me to tell you.” “Of course and that way you can talk about it calmly.” "Thanks for listening to me, Jake" he says with a small smile “. See you tomorrow at the university.” “Yes, see you tomorrow.” He turns around opening the door and leaves the apartment.

As I go to my room, I take out my cell phone and start texting Sally. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Sorry Sally, Jeremy was here to tell me something important. It is about Bianca. He also wants to talk to you about it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wait for her to respond, but I realize that it is late and yet she is left the chat on. I hope no one else bothers her. I turn off my cell phone and decide to sleep. I have classes early and I am not going to wait for Albert either. He is too old for me to worry if he comes or not.

I wake up early, with a slight headache. The first thing I do is turn on my cell phone. I get the notification that I have a message and I read that it is Albert. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Albert I’ll see you tomorrow at university The situation dragged on for quite a while and I stayed at Alice’s house to sleep 😅 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am surprised to read that he stayed the night at Alice's house. It seems that yesterday's situation has made them close. “Well, one less worry.” I say out loud, getting up to get ready.

As soon as I get out of the car, I see Albert get out of Alice’s car, leaning against the window. I approach them and wave to them, they both respond at the same time. “Have you missed me at home?” Albert asks me with a mocking smile. "The truth is that I was grateful, so no one steals my coffee." I reply while leaning on the car "Has he bothered you a lot?" I ask Alice and she lets out a laugh. “He behaved perfectly, he slept like a dormouse.” “Please stop, I'm having flash backs of when I returned from my recently divorced parents' house” from his tone, he does not seem upset or offended “. Thanks for everything again, Ali.” "You're welcome Al" Alice tells him with the shortened name. I am surprised. It is another step towards acceptance. I see her look in the rearview mirror for a moment and blink quickly “. Well guys, I'm in a hurry and I have to go now.” “Sure, goodbye Alice.” Albert moves his hand slowly and begins to walk. "Have a good day, Alice." I do the same. “Be good, kids.” She jokes as I walk away as well.

I approach Albert and adjust my backpack. Looking at him curious. “Come on, say it.” “Say what?” He asks me, arching an eyebrow. “That you have sex.” “I don't know whether to be offended because you have a bad image of me or that you trust that we really had sex.” “And…?” He laughs, shaking his head. "No, nothing happened, we just talked and she left me the couch to sleep on." he shrugs, with a crooked smile. I look at him strangely and he ruffles my hair, laughing. “Come on Jake, you know me well.” “Yes, but I have seen you two getting along too well.” “What can I say? The fight in the bar brought us together.” I shake my head, letting out a laugh as I comb my hair with my hand. I look everywhere looking for Jeremy. He would always come closer to us, but today I do not see him. I guess last night's conversation affected him a little not to come.

We were each going to go to our class when Paul approached us with giant steps. Behind him was Christian, with a worried expression. “Get ready.” Albert whispers, a little tense. “Just do not fight again.” I warn him. Paul stands in front of us, with one hand in his pants pocket and raising his chin superiorly. “I've been told that you like to mess with my friends” listening to him talk is like listening to a small child “Do you think it's okay for you to behave like kids?” “And you feel proud of having stalker friends?” Albert counterattacks with his words “Or do you train them?” “I do not know what you’re talking about—“ “In the past you had problems with Bianca, didn't you?” He looks at us both, surprised. Even though I haven't said anything, I think he can tell by looking at me that I know. He ends up tensing nervously, pressing his lips tightly. “You don't know the half between her and me.” "We know that she gave you drugs when you were teenagers" I answer, trying to be calm “. I am sure it pissed you off when she could not give you more. Did Katherine know that?” "What are they talking about, Paul?" Christian asks him curiously. A curiosity that I can see that could be useful for his work. He looks at us, almost as if challenging. "Nothing" he responds dryly ", at least I'm not a depraved person like your friend Jeremy." He passes by me, nudging me with his elbow. Christian leaves as well, changing direction towards his class. Albert asks me with his eyes what is going on. “What did he mean?” "I do not know, he has not even come." I reply worried, thinking it could be because of what he told me.

We just received a message from Jeremy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jeremy Sorry, I'm not going to class today

Albert What happened to you? Paul has hinted that you have done something

Jeremy ?

Jake He called you depraved.

Jeremy What? Why’s that?

Jake We do not know.

Jeremy Hmm… I think I know why he said it… But don’t pay attention to him

Albert And where are you? Why do not you come?

Jeremy I have met someone for an important matter By the way Albert, I have to tell you something important. Shall we meet this afternoon?

Albert Of course Well then, we’ll see each other

Jeremy 🙂 Good bye guys

-----Jeremy has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put my cell phone away and Albert says goodbye. I should already be in class.

When the first classes finished, I go with my friend, but unfortunately he told me that he wanted to advance a little in his classwork, so I have to go eat alone. I could go eat off campus and stop Paul and his friends from picking a fight. “Where could I go?” I look at the food restaurants closer “I could go to the Chinese restaurant, it is always a good option.” I put my cell phone away and leave the university with my backpack. I have not received any messages from Sally yet and knowing her, she would have already sent me something, even if it was a 'I haven't found anything'. Should I be worried? I just hope she does not interact with anyone dangerous.

I sit near the window while I eat, making sure no one is following me. If the Master is able to make me puncture the tires on my motorcycle, to send me emails that cannot be recorded and have a timer, perhaps they will be able to follow me. The notification notification sound surprises me. Sally makes an appearance ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Hi 😊 Well, I'm just here to report a little of what I've discovered, since I don't have time.

Jareth Hello :) Do not worry I understand. What is it about?

Sally Bianca was quite popular on Twitter and Instagram On Instagram everything she has is about fashion and on Twitter she uses it to advertise BUT! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wait for her to continue, but she remains silent. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth But?

Sally Hang on a minute

Jareth Alright. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

While I wait, I eat a little. I will give her time so she can write again. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally I'm here 😄

Jareth :)

Sally Okay, what I was going to say Bianca apparently had a private account, in a tweet she apologized for what she put in a tweet that she deleted and people were curious about what she wrote

Jareth Did she say it herself?

Sally Rather it is a theory Why apologize for a tweet you wrote? Clearly you made the wrong count

Jareth Mm… Interesting discovery.

Sally Thank you 😊 The bad thing is that I don’t know how to access that account Or how to find it ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am trying to think of a way we can see that account. I could find a way to access that account, but I do not want Sally to know how. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Maybe I can ask someone who knows her. Can you give me her public account name?

Sally Of course Her name is Bianca_StArrr But you know that we need the private account, right?

Jareth Still, I would like to know. The more we both know, the better :) And… How do you access Twitter?

Sally What?! You don't have one?!

Jareth Why are you surprised?

Sally I'm surprised you're so normal 😊

Jareth And is that good or bad according to your point of view?

Sally Helps me know more about you 🙂 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I roll my eyes and finish eating, leaving the money on the table.

In one of the restaurants, I see Agent Connors at the window, typing on his cell phone. It does not look like your typical fast food type. I get a message from Sally and continue on my way. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally I have to leave you, duty calls me

Jareth Of course, I have to go back to class too. I will help you find that private account.

Sally Thanks 😊 Good luck Jareth and goodbye

Jareth Goodbye Sally. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well, when I am done with classes, I will get going on finding Bianca's account, but just to be safe, it is best to do it at my workplace, If someone found out that I logged into her account from my computer, they would suspect me. And work computers are special for investigating these kinds of things.

When I arrived at the offices, I went straight to my desk, ready to investigate the account. I create an account with an email made at the time and look for Bianca. I look at her entire account, trying to figure out what her password might be based on everything I see. If I have access, maybe I can see her email and check which account is private. "Let's try this..." I comment, seeing what her favorite fashion brand is. From time to time I open a work window, so that they do not suspect what I'm doing.

I get Bianca's email from the settings and what I do after getting her email is try to search her email with keywords if there is any email talking about a private account. “There is nothing... How do I get it?” <<Entering her computer.>> I sigh, ruffling my hair. This is going to be more complicated.

Since I know where she lived, it is easy for me to locate it. Luckily they have not taken the computer yet. With a program I access her computer, which I take a look at, but I cannot find anything special. They are all fashion photos. Then I go to the Internet, noticing that Twitter is in 'my favorites'. Upon entering, I see that there are two usernames: Bianca_StArrr and Tears_of_the_Night. A strange name for her. Surely she does not have two different passwords. I write it and…

Bingo. I was right.

When I enter, I do not understand her posts. It is as if she speaks in cryptic, and the few people who follow her seem to understand her. I think this is going to be work for Sally. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Bianca's private account name is Tears_of_the_Night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I see that she connects quickly. She must be aware of my messages. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Okay The problem is that I can’t see her account 😅 If she don’t accept me, then I can’t see anything…

Jareth Wait. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I leave the account public in settings and quickly send her a message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Quick, accept.

Sally ?? Did you do that?

Jareth Do not ask questions and accept.

Sally Okay, Okay Done it ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I leave the account private again and close everything. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Hmm… There is a lot to read… I’m going to take a little while to do it I hope you don’t mind waiting

Jareth Not at all. Better you than me. I have not understood her words.

Sally Then I’ll take care of it 😉 Wait until I read everything and I’ll send you a message again

Jareth Ok. Good luck Sally.

Sally Thanks Jareth 😊 Bye ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I turn off the computer and get up from the chair, grabbing my things.

This time no one has punctured my car tires, luckily.

At a traffic light stop, a guy dressed as a clown with a happy theater mask puts on a show while we wait for it to turn green. It has never happened before.

When he comes for money, The car that comes closer is mine. He knocks on my window and I roll it down, I was going to be nice and give him a tip, but instead he throws me a paper inside and walks away clapping his hands. I pick up the paper and I get scared when I read it. “Be careful or they are next.”

Chapter 11

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood everbyte #duskwood game #everbyte game #everbyte studio #duskwood fanfic

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ghostzussy · 1 year

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This might be weird because I found you through a post you tagged with Hashimotos. My sister has an inactive one and my cousin and grandma have active ones and I started wondering if I might have it too. Totally fine if you ignore this, also it’s a bit long.

I need 9 hours of sleep to function but my body wants 12+ when it can get it and I’m still tired all the time. I eat with the rest of my family, but I seem to be the only constipated one. I’m also the only one so… round, shall we say, though I think part of that is taking after my moms side of the family while they take after dads more. Last but not least I got an unrelated surgery on my leg recently and suddenly my leg is covered in hives. I’ve never had hives before and don’t have eczema.

Obviously you’re not a doctor and I am meeting one as soon as I can, but I was wondering if this sounded familiar to you or other people with hashimotos. Medical websites don’t really do it when trying to figure out what concerns to bring up to doctors, y know?

Thanks for putting up with the rambling!

Oh man! Just as a quick disclaimer, I do not have a diagnosis for hashimotos at this time. It's suspected I have it but my labs keep coming back weird. I've had a bunch of the symptoms for about 3 years or so, and excessively high microsomal and thyroglobulin antibodies. (Doctors have told me essentially my body is attacking my thyroid and impacting it's function, it just technically works well enough I can't be treated.) As of right now my only officially diagnosed issues are "idk, it's probably autoimmune" 😑

Symptoms

Some things to watch out for are definitely hives. Mine (but not everyone's) just pop up anywhere and everywhere. For example when I get them they appear on my back, legs, arms, hands and face all at once, or in a short period of time.

You also should watch out for chronic fatigue (which it sounds like you have. I'm so sorry), mood swings, depression (or it getting worse), weight gain/loss. You can also check to see if your thyroid is swollen, which is located on your throat just above the little "v" shape of your collarbone. Also if you are AFAB, your periods will make you so fucking sick, it sucks. :( You might be a lot more sensitive to cold than you used to be. Heat can trigger hives. Keep an eye out for arthritis; though mine only recently developed after about 2.5 years. You'll probably feel hormonal and irrational, and that's okay. Just, try not to let it run your life. <3

Getting a diagnosis

If you have family history, you MUST bring that up with your doctors. ESPECIALLY if you are young. (I'm 19, had this issue since I was 16.) They will not believe you. They're probably going to tell you you're dramatic. TAKE PICTURES OF YOUR HIVES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. That's what it took for my doctor to believe me. Otherwise she let me suffer for 6 months before ever running any kind of tests.

Your doctors will probably run blood tests. Mine ran for the antibodies mentioned above, as well as your T4 and Assay Stim hormones. The T4 and Assay stim hormones are your actual thyroid function. They'll determine if you can be treated or not. Your doctor may also test for lupus, because a bunch of the symptoms can overlap.

And DO NOT EVER underplay your symptoms. Tell your doctor like it is; they impact every day of your life. I downplayed mine, they never took me serious, now three years later I'm still suffering with no diagnosis and no treatment.

Your doctors are going to mention your weight. Doctors are fucking assholes. I'm 5'3 200 lbs and every goddamn time I've seen a doctor they tell me I just need to go on a diet. For my height, I'm a little chunky, but not unhealthy. They just... don't know, don't care, I guess.

My advice for symptom management

1. Hives

I take 10 mg of zyrtec twice a day as prescribed by my doctor. I've taken it for 3 years now and it's worked really well; however, your body can get addicted to it. This will make you break out in hives if you ever stop taking it. After taking it for a long period of time, you will need to wean yourself off of it. (I'm also currently in the process of switching medications right now.)

I also take benedryl as needed.

Cold also helps soothe hives. Heat will irritate them. Every time I take a hot shower I come out looking like I've been mauled by a bear LOL

Do NOT take hot showers if you're having a flare up. That's how I ended up in the urgent care getting a steroid shot in the ass after being covered in hives for days. :( (on the other hand, it was funny for the nurse to go "oh I don't think your hives are that bad" and then lift my shirt only to go "OH. ok." And run to go get the shot 🤣)

2. Chronic fatigue

This is the most fucking frustrating symptom I've had (personally.) You're probably going to go through periods where your symptoms get worse; the only thing to do is to take it easy. Rest, if you can. Don't plan too many things on one day if you can help it.

Caffeine helps a lot too, but it's not really recommended. Unfortunately this is one of those things you really can't help. :/

3. Joint issues/arthritis

I alternate between ibuprohen, aspercreme (a literal fucking godsend), pain patches, heating pads and ice packs. It depends on how bad the pain is, where, the weather, etc... you just have to play it by ear. :/

I've also heard a tenz unit works great. I'm going to buy one and use it next winter, hopefully.

4. Period issues

Birth control and midol is all I really have here. :(

I take vienva and it works amazingly for me. That might not be the case for everyone, but that's what I take atm. It's the second one I've tried, because the last one made me want to take a permanent dirt nap. If you ever take a medication that makes you feel this way, consult your doctor and get on a new one. But be careful how you tell them; some doctors are willing to send people on grippy sock vacations for any reason.

/ / /

I really hope this helps. This is just my experience, and just remember I'm not a doctor, nor do I have an accurate diagnosis at this time. This is just all the advice I can offer as someone who's dealt with these issues for 3 years.

I really hope you get better, and that things get easier for you. It's going to be okay. It's hard at first, but once you learn how to manage things better it'll get easier. ❤

And if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. 🤝

#thyroid disease #zoo talks autoimmue

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Chaos Friday

The absolute chaotic energy of this day.

I brought my painstakingly hand-baked banana bread to work for breakfast, which went awkwardly (not because of the bread) after the main law school doors stopped working and distracted one of the breakfast people, but which was otherwise all right. By the end of the day, most of the bread had been eaten, and no one appears to be sick or is otherwise expressing dissatisfaction. (One person complimented me on the bread, which was very nice!!)

Two coworkers very upset about the (imo actually reasonable request) of the Dean for print copies of newspapers for his office suite. I feel vindicated because I consistently tell people there is a need for and an audience for print materials and I’m always told ‘lol no there is not because the internet!!!’ and yet?? Sorry for being right as usual. In coworkers’ defense, they’re upset about the logistics of the newspapers. It’s very hard to work with newspaper vendors, and of course physical items must be physically brought to and taken back from their locations, and this is going to be a pain in the ass. One person’s reaction to this drama was to physically get on his hands and knees on the ground and have a slow motion tantrum like a child.

I didn’t know what to do with myself because all my tasks are too big to start on a Friday and all of my old tasks are nearly complete, so I just bounced around uselessly for the most part.

Visit from V and N, which hasn’t happened in a while and was very exciting!

J and I decided last minute to count old CLEs that technically should be bound and found 98, which is an extremely loooooooooooooool realization. Also had conversations about rubber bands that were HI-larious, if only you’d been there.

Been arguing about stuff in my head all day. I am very Correct about all of it but it’s also tiring for no reason. Like, why am I wasting energy on this?

Was extremely excited to have my Friday afternoon coffee + writing time after a long heat-and-sometimes-rain-related hiatus and then it rained AGAIN. This rain is the worst. It is not making it cooler in any real perceptible way--only more humid--and it always comes for a few hours in the afternoon/evening roughly coinciding with when I have to (or in this case want to) be outside. So I was in a thunderstorm for a little bit on my way home. No coffee. No writing. Very sad.

I should have taken a nap right when I got home but I fooled around on the internet first (also: snack) but then was too tired to go on. So I closed my eyes for about... 5 hours and now I’m up just to eat a little bit and then go back to sleep. I’m feeling discombobulated but also just.... depressed. Pessimistic. There’s so much I want/need to do this weekend and the pressure is really ON because next weekend I am traveling but it’s overwhelming to even think about. Laundry, the worst dishes backlog of my life (this was the one chore I’m historically good at....), other cleaning, desire to be outside because I didn’t get that today, desire to write so I have any chance of finishing this story before September, need to rest because I’ve obviously been gutted by this week.... And I am NOT off to a great start about it.

#the year 2022 #2022: rl #and i miss my book

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only you || part i

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudocest, stepcest, cheating, wombfucking, semi-public sex (in an alley), extremely light dumbification, breeding kink, spit kink, Osamu has a dick piercing

4.5k words. thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck lol

ao3 link here (aha its not too long mobile just sucks!!) part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You sighed as you tapped your fingers on the table. Your mom had decided it was high time for you to meet your new stepdad, who you had put off meeting for the past three years. You smiled as you remembered the perfectly timed appendicitis that had you missing the wedding. You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried.

Your dad had only passed away a little under four years ago, leaving your mom to remarry only six months later. You’d opted to live with your grandmother, citing her health as a reason to live with her on her farm. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you hadn’t had to meet Osamu for three years.

Now though, with your grandmother in the hospital, your mom thought it was a great time for you to come and visit and finally meet the great Osamu.

“Osamu should be home any minute,” your mom said, smiling happily over the takoyaki she was making. “He’s bringing your favourite!”

“Yay,” you said, unenthusiastically. You glanced at the time on your phone. You were almost wishing Osamu to be here so you wouldn’t have to spend another awkward second with your mom.

You and your mom hadn’t been close to begin with, you always being a daddy’s girl from the day you were born. And after remarrying so quickly, you’d drifted even further apart. At this point, you had nothing to speak to her about.

“I’m home!” Someone called. The door slid shut behind them and you glanced around, waiting for them to appear in the kitchen. “And I brought umeboshi onigiri!”

The man who stepped into the kitchen nearly knocked you out of your seat.

He was handsome. Devastatingly, heartachingly, handsome. He was tall, with brown hair and deep grey eyes, and thick. His t-shirt was pulled taut over his broad shoulders and his thighs in his shorts were almost indecent.

The next thing you noticed was that he was young. Probably only a handful of years older than your twenty-one, definitely closer to your age than your mom’s.

God, why had you put this meeting off? Had you known your mom was married to an actual god, you would’ve actually visited.

“Hey, honey,” your mom greeted, smiling at him. Your stomach twisted as she leaned over, puckering her lips for a kiss. Osamu pecked her lips quickly and turned towards you.

“Hey, I’m Osamu,” he greeted, smiling widely at you. Your heart skipped. “I heard ya like umeboshi onigiri so I made you some.”

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally meet ya,” Osamu said. “Was starting to think ya were avoiding me!”

“More like she was avoiding me,” your mom said. “She was always a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh?” Osamu asked, looking at you. Your cheeks burned. “Well, I’d never try to replace yer dad, but if ya ever need some daddy/daughter time, I’m here for ya.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something stupid.

“I really appreciate that,” you said.

“Oh, I’m so glad you two are getting along already!” Your mom squealed. She carried the takoyaki to the table and smiled as she sat down. “Dinner is finally ready.”

“Itadakimasu,” you mumbled, already loading your plate up with onigiri and the other food on the table.

“So, how is university going?” Your mom asked.

You shrugged as you slurped up some noodles. “It’s going. Made nationals.”

“Oh? What sport do ya play? I don’t think yer mom ever mentioned,” Osamu said. You rolled your eyes. Of course she hadn’t mentioned volleyball, it wasn’t like you’d been playing since elementary school or anything.

“Volleyball,” you said. “I was on the Niiyama girls team in high school. Hoping to go pro after uni.”

“Volleyball? I played in high school! My brother, Atsumu, and I were on the Inarizaki team,” Osamu exclaimed.

“Not Miya Atsumu, right?” You asked, excitedly. “MSBY Black Jackals Miya Atsumu?”

“The very one!” Osamu said.

“No way! They’re my favourite team! I have a signed poster in my room, it’s my prized possession!” I exclaimed. “I heard a few members are going to the Olympics this year.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she plays volleyball,” Osamu said, glancing at your mom.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” your mom said.

“We should go to a game sometimes,” Osamu said. “I can get an extra ticket to the MSBY, Adlers game later this week.”

“That sounds great!” You said, smiling widely.

Your mom ate in relative silence as you and Osamu traded stories about your volleyball times, only ever inputting something every once in a while. After dinner, Osamu found a Sendai Frogs match.

“I’m currently in the nation’s top 3 setters,” you said, proudly. “I’m number two behind Takao Michi.”

“I’ll have to start coming to yer games,” Osamu said. “See ya in action.”

“I’d like that,” you said, honestly.

“Why don’t ya come to work with me tomorrow? I can introduce ya to a few of my friends that are in town,” Osamu said.

“Absolutely,” you said.

“Don’t get me wrong though, I’m putting ya to work while yer there,” Osamu said. Your mom yawned.

“You all have me worn out from all this volleyball talk,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Night, mom,” you said as she stood up.

“Osamu?” She questioned, turning back to glance at him.

“Oh, we’re going to stay up a bit longer,” he said. “The Schweinden Adlers have a match after the Frogs.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Osamu waited until you heard the bedroom door click shut before speaking.

“I know this is probably too much information about yer mom but she must think I’m some sex robot,” Osamu said, huffing. “A guy can only do so much.”

You crinkled your nose. “Gross, I did not need to know that.” You tried to hold steady but laughter bubbled up through your lips. Osamu laughed loudly and you joined him, holding your gut with how hard you were laughing.

“We need- we need to be- to be quiet!” Osamu laughed. “She’s trying to- tryin’ to sleep.”

You giggled a few more times before quieting down.

“So, how old are ya?” Osamu asked, standing up. “Old enough for a beer?”

“I’m twenty-one,” you said. “Old enough for a beer.”

“We got wine coolers if ya would rather have that,” Osamu said, stepping into the kitchen.

“Please,” you said. “So, how old are you? Can’t help but notice you’re quite a bit younger than my mom.”

“Twenty-five, twenty-six in October,” he said, grabbing a beer and a wine cooler out of the fridge.

“Follow up question,” you said, “and I don’t mean any offence, I’m sure she’s great in some ways, but why my mom? I mean, surely there’s no shortage of people your age that are wanting you.”

Osamu took a long drink from his beer before answering. “Ask me after I’ve drunk a few of these.”

You pursed your lips and took a sip of your fruity drink. “Fine,” you said. “Then let’s play a game. Every time the Adlers score, I’ll ask you a question and every time the Tachibana Red Falcons score, you get to ask me a question.”

“Deal,” Osamu said.

“Oh! Score!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Another untouchable spike by Ushiwaka!”

“Shush, yer mom,” Osamu giggled. You rolled your eyes and chugged the rest of your fifth drink.

“You shush, it’s my turn,” you said, plopping down on the couch next to Osamu. “So, now tell me,” You hiccupped. “My bad. Now tell me, why my mom? Why not someone your age? Because I’m gonna- I’m gonna be honest, you’re hot and my mom is, like, she’s not, like, ugly, but, like, she’s, like, fifty.”

“I could just like cougars,” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes and popped the top on your next drink.

“Tell the, the truth, ‘Samu,” you slurred.

“Fine, but this stays between us, as best friends,” he said.

“Bee ef efs,” you slurred.

“Yer mom helped fund my restaurant,” he said. “So, I felt bad. She’s so nice and sweet. So, I married her.”

“Now you have a step kid that’s only four years younger than you,” you said.

“Yeah, she didn’t really mention ya before we got married,” he said. Osamu leaned in close to you. “She didn’t mention how attractive ya were either.”

Your cheeks flushed. You turned your head away from him, looking back to the television.

“Oh, Falcons scored,” you said. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

Osamu took a sip of his beer before speaking. “Why have ya been avoidin’ yer mom?”

You took a large gulp from your drink. “I haven’t been avoiding her,” you lied. Osamu blinked at you slowly.

“Fine, fine!” You exclaimed. You sipped from your drink, then responded, “Mainly because she remarried so quickly after Dad died. And to someone only four years older than me. But we’ve never been close. She and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She was the love of my dad’s life and he was just another guy to her. Not to mention, she’s never been remotely interested in anything in my life, she’s always been so self-absorbed. I doubt she even knew I still played volleyball, that’s probably why she didn’t mention it to you.”

Osamu stayed silent as you chugged the remainder of your drink.

“I know it’s probably not comforting, but I’ll be there for ya if ya need me,” Osamu said. “Even if yer mom and I separate, I consider ya a friend now.”

Osamu’s words were oddly comforting. You nodded as you reached for yet another wine cooler.

“I’m oddly comforted,” you said, popping the top easily. You fiddled with the top, thinking of what to say next.

“Another Falcons score,” Osamu said. “My turn again.”

“Question away,” you said.

“Can’t think of any,” Osamu said. He yawned.

“Tired already?” You teased, elbowing him in the side. “Old man.”

“I’m twenty-five,” he argued, yawning again. “But I am going to bed. Let’s call a rain check on our game.”

“Deal,” you said, raising your bottle to him. “Might as well go to bed, too. Night, Samu.”

“Night, Y/n,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched out before padding down the hallway to your mom’s room.

You sighed loudly once you heard the door click shut. You gulped down your drink. “Good going, Y/n. You finally found a guy you like and he’s your stepdad.”

You finished your drink before gathering all the empty bottles and cans, throwing them in the recycling before walking towards your room. You collapsed onto your unmade bed and passed out before your head hit the pillow.

“Two salted salmon onigiri,” you said, placing the plate in front of the professional volleyball player. “And onion soup.”

“Go ahead and join them,” Osamu said, placing a few plates on the same table. “I’ll bring you out some umeboshi onigiri.”

“Thanks,” you said. You could barely contain your excitement as you took a seat between Miya Atsumu and Bokuto Koutarou.

“So, yer a setter?” Atsumu asked, taking a bite of his onigiri. You nodded.

“Number two in the nation,” you said.

“She’s better than you were, Tsumu!” Hinata Shoyo exclaimed. You smiled widely.

“In high school, I was ranked number one under nineteen in my second and third years,” you said. “I even got to play in the junior Olympics in high school. We only won silver, though.”

“We’re playing the Olympics this year,” Bokuto said. “And a few of our friends from the Adlers.”

“Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Hoshimiumi Kourai?” You asked. “I’ve been keeping up with everyone considered for the Olympics.”

“Maybe you’ll be playing in the next Olympics,” Sakusa said.

“That’s the goal,” you said, smiling. Osamu set a plate in front of you. “Thank you.”

“So our little star setter is here for the next week,” Osamu said, placing a strong hand on your shoulder. “We should play a game while she’s down, see how good she really is.”

“I’m game!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I wanna see those number two in the nation skills!”

“Probably nowhere near the level of you guys,” you said.

“We do have a few years on ya,” Atsumu said, ruffling your hair.

“Literally only four,” you said, fixing your hair.

“Leave the kid alone, Tsumu,” Osamu said.

“Hey, she’s my niece now, I reserve the right to tease her,” Atsumu said.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you teased.

“That’s right, Uncle Tsumu and Daddy Samu,” Atsumu said.

Your stomach flipped as the MSBY boys laughed. Osamu looked down at you and winked. You clenched your thighs together.

“All right, quiet down before ya disturb my payin’ guests,” Osamu said.

“Lunch on Samu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Once yer finished, I want ya back in the kitchen,” Osamu said. He rubbed your back before walking into the kitchen.

“So, you plan on going professional after university?” Bokuto asked.

You nodded as the table fell into casual conversation.

“I already have offers to go play in France and Brazil,” you said, taking a bite of your onigiri.

“Brazil is fantastic,” Hinata said. “I played there for a while.”

“You liked it? I’ve been debating back and forth between the two. Can’t decide which one I would enjoy more,” you said. “Does Brazil have good food?”

“The best! Unless you’re looking for Japanese food,” Hinata said. “There’s no good Japanese food.”

“Noted,” you said, smiling.

“What are you studying in school?” Sakusa asked.

“Education,” you said. “If volleyball doesn’t work out I want to teach Japanese in another country.”

“Smart,” Sakusa said.

“So, any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Significant others?” Atsumu asked.

You laughed. “With what time?”

“Oh, come on, there has to be someone!” Atsumu exclaimed. “We all find time for a lil’ somethin’.”

“There was a girl,” you admitted. “On my volleyball team, but we both cared more about volleyball than each other.”

“Any crushes?” Bokuto asked. He winked at you and flexed his arms playfully.

You pursed your lips. “And why should I tell you if I do?”

“Because we’re all best friends now!” Hinata shouted, slamming his hand on the table. He ignored the looks from the other customers.

“There is this guy I have my eye on,” you said. “He’s tall, nice, and beefy as hell.”

“Ooo, tell us more,” Bokuto said.

You shook your head. “No use talking about him. He’s strictly off limits.”

“He’s gay,” Atsumu said, nodding his head.

“What?! No!” You laughed. “He’s taken.”

“Ah, university relationships aren’t always serious, you can probably still get him,” Hinata said, waving away your worries.

“He’s married,” you said. The boys all hissed in sympathy.

“Ask for a threesome,” Atsumu said. Your face must’ve shown your disgust because the boys all laughed at you.

“She must be ugly,” Bokuto said.

“We don’t get along the best,” you said. You sighed as you looked down at your empty plate.

“Better get to work before Daddy Samu grounds you,” Atsumu teased.

You rolled your eyes, but stood up.

“It was nice meeting you guys,” you said. “I hope we can get a game together before I leave.”

“Oh, we definitely will,” Bokuto said.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said, smiling. You waved bye to them as you entered the kitchen.

Osamu was leaned over the stove top, stirring a large pot of soup.

“Have fun?” He asked, wiping sweat off his brow with the towel thrown over his shoulder. You nodded.

“They were all super nice,” you said. “I feel like we’re actually friends now.”

“That’s good,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “Ya wanna start putting together a couple of onigiri?”

“No problem,” you said, washing your hands quickly.

“We need five salted salmon and three umeboshi,” Osamu said. “And then out to table three.”

“Got it,” you said.

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly and smoothly. It was finally around midnight when the last customers finally left and you and Osamu could close down shop.

“Come into my office and I’ll show you how to count all the money,” Osamu said, locking the main doors.

You followed him into his small office.

“Okay, whenever you count the money, make sure the door is closed and locked behind you,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him.

You held your breath as he slowly slid past you, your chest brushing against his.

“A lil’ cramped in here, sorry,” Osamu said, sitting at his desk.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, sitting in the folding chair next to him.

“So, d’ya have a good day?” Osamu asked, casually thumbing through bills.

You nodded. “It was good! It was nice meeting your friends. I really liked them.”

“Ooo, any of ‘em catch yer eye?” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes.

“I already have my eye on someone,” you said.

“Oh?” Osamu questioned.

“He’s taken though,” you said. “Strictly off limits.”

“Ask for a threesome,” he said.

You laughed loudly. “Funny, Atsumu said the same thing. But no, I don’t get along with his wife.”

“Wife? That sucks,” he said, placing a wad of cash in an envelope.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Well, I, for one, think yer a catch,” Osamu said, sealing the envelope. “Anyone would be lucky to have ya.”

“Thanks, Samu,” you said, face burning. He patted your thigh.

“Anytime, princess,” Osamu said. You clenched your thighs together at the new nickname. “Well, we’re all done here, let’s get home.”

You trailed after him like a lost puppy as he double checked all the appliances were off and flipping the lights off.

You shivered as you stepped into the cool, night air.

“Cold?” Osamu asked, already peeling off his Onigiri Miya hoodie.

“Yeah, a little,” you said, gladly taking the hoodie from him. You tugged it over your head and breathed deeply. “Smells good. Half expected it to smell like onigiri.”

“It will soon,” Osamu said, smiling. “It’s new. Just got the shipment in last week.”

“I’ll have to get one,” you said.

“Keep it,” Osamu said. “Ya look cute in it.”

You blushed deeply. You bumped his shoulder with yours gently.

“It’s like, way too big,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “Oversized is in. Besides, I thought girls loved to steal guys’ hoodies.”

“Yeah, guys they like,” you said.

“Well, ya took it from me,” Osamu said, bumping your shoulder. “Ya must like me a little.”

“Whatever,” you said, cheeks burning. Osamu laughed.

“Someone has a crush!” He sang.

“Shut up! I don’t have a crush on you,” you said.

“Ya did call me hot last night,” he said.

“I was drunk, so it doesn’t count,” you said. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Ya have a crush on me, just admit it,” Osamu said. “I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise.”

“You’re my stepdad, in case you forgot,” you replied. “That’s basically incest, isn’t it?”

“So ya admit it?” Osamu asked. You shoved him playfully.

“I actually have a crush on Atsumu,” you said. “He’s the hotter twin.”

Osamu pushed you into an alley and caged you against the cool bricks of a building.

“Oh?” Osamu said. “Ya think Atsumu is the hotter twin?”

You nodded slowly as Osamu looked down at you.

“It’s the hair,” you squeaked.

“Oh, yeah, forgot that girls love a guy who doesn’t know what toner is,” Osamu said, leaning down. “I think yer lying.” His nose was nearly touching yours.

“I’m not,” you mumbled. Osamu’s hands moved from either side of your head to your hips.

“You are,” Osamu whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You shivered.

“And if I am?” You asked.

“I don’t like bad girls,” Osamu said. “Lying is grounds for punishment.”

“Punishment?” You asked.

“I’d bend ya over my knee and spank ya until ya begged for mercy,” he said. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s a good thing I’m not lying, then,” you said. By now, Osamu’s lips were nearly against yours, so close you could feel the heat from his breath on your lips.

Osamu ground his hips against yours, firmly pressing his hard on against you.

You bit your lip and glanced down. His cock was straining against his jeans, eager to be released.

“Tell the truth and I’ll think about not putting ya over my knee,” Osamu said, lips softly brushing against yours.

“You’re the hotter twin,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “And I have a crush on you. And I want you to fuck me in this alley.”

“There we go,” Osamu said. He finally kissed you roughly, like he wanted to devour you. You moaned as he ground against you.

“Samu,” you moaned, pulling back. He wasted no time, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about pushin’ this lil’ skirt up all day,” he growled, pushing your skirt up around your waist, revealing the pretty pink lace of your underwear.

“Please,” you gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, releasing his cock. You nearly moaned at the sight of it, long and thick and leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“Gonna wreck this cute little cunt,” Osamu said, tugging your underwear down and letting them fall to the ground. He dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole.

“Is- Is that a piercing I feel?” You asked, feeling cool metal against your warm folds.

“I’ll give ya a closer look later,” he said, teasingly pushing the tip in and out of your hole. “Wanna be in ya now.”

“Fill me up, please, Samu,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his skin. Your walls fluttered around nothing as he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lining his cock up with your hole. “Beg for my cock, princess.”

“Please, please, please!” You cried. “Want your cock in me, need it! Please, Samu, want you to fill me up.”

“Of course, baby girl, anything for my princess,” Osamu said, kissing you softly. He rutted his hips up into you, stretching you out suddenly.

You moaned loudly and let your head fall on Osamu's broad shoulder.

“So big,” you moaned. “Hurts.”

“Shh, shh, yer takin’ me so well, baby,” Osamu said. “Squeezin’ me so tight, wanna bust just bein’ in ya.”

You whimpered as Osamu slowly pulled out. He pushed back in slowly, giving you time to adjust to each inch. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip was kissing your cervix.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna ruin ya.” Osamu pulled out until just the tip was in and slammed back into you.

You gasped loudly as his cock breached your cervix, going deeper than anything had ever been in you and stretching you more than anything ever had.

“Samu!” You cried, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the nape of his neck. “Fuck, harder, please!”

“Feel that, baby? I’m so deep in ya,” Osamu said. “Fuckin’ past your cervix, yeah?”

You nodded as you bit back your moans as Osamu pounded into you. You buried your head into his shoulder and bit down, quieting your too loud moans.

“Next time, ‘m gonna have ya somewhere ya can be loud as ya want,” Osamu grunted. “Wanna hear yer pretty, little moans.”

You let out a soft moan in his ear and he snapped his hips up harder into you.

“Ah, Samu,” you moaned, struggling to keep your volume down. “Gonna cum.”

He pinched your clit as you gushed around his cock. You looked down to where your bodies met and watched as your juices leaked down his cock, dripping on his heavy balls. You moaned.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” he growled lowly. “Come ‘ere.”

He pulled your head up by your hair and squeezed your cheeks until your mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat it on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he said. He kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your tongue. He kissed you messily, spit running down your chin and a thin strand of it connecting you two when he finally pulled back.

“Such a messy, little slut,” he said, slamming his hips against yours. “Taking my spit so well. Gonna take my cum like that?”

You nodded, unable to speak beyond gasps and moans as his cock abused your cunt.

“Can’t speak? Fucked ya dumb, huh?” Osamu asked. He chuckled. “My cock makin’ ya dumb, little baby?”

You whined. God, you wanted him to fill you up so bad.

“Cum. Inside.” You gasped out.

“Oh? Want me t’ breed ya? Make ya big and swollen with my baby?” Osamu asked, hips moving faster.

You nodded furiously. He rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles.

“Cream ‘round my cock one more time, baby,” he grunted.

“Samu!” You exclaimed. Your stomach tightened as your walls fluttered like crazy.

“Yeah? Gonna cum again for me?” Osamu asked. You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach snapped.

“Fill me up, please!” You moaned as you came. Osamu’s hips stuttered as he pushed into you deeply before painting your womb white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned.

“Fuck, yer still so tight around my cock,” he hissed. Your walls fluttered. “Perfect little cunt, princess. Milkin’ me dry like a good girl.”

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist.

“Can’t stand,” you mumbled, legs shaking with the weak attempt you made. Osamu held you up as he pulled his pants back up and pulled your panties back on.

“Come here, baby,” he said, swooping you up bridal style. “Let’s go home, princess.”

You nodded lamely as he carried you. You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you heard was Osamu talking to your mother.

“She was practically dead on her feet,” Osamu said. “Fell asleep while I was counting the money.”

“You could’ve called, I would’ve brought the car,” your mom said. You felt Osamu shrug.

“It was no problem,” Osamu said.

“Well, go lay her down in her bed,” your mom said. “Then maybe she’ll be out for the rest of the night.” You frowned at her suggestive tone and cuddled deeper into Osamu’s chest.

“I’ll go lay her down,” Osamu said. He carried you down the hall and entered your bedroom carefully.

As he laid you down, you grabbed his arm and whined, “Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to my own bed.”

“Don’t- Don’t fuck her,” you mumbled. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, softly brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s only you from now on.” You nodded. Osamu kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.

You blinked once, twice, before you were asleep.

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