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sayoneee · 5 months

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☆ POISON

“miss her, kiss her, love her, wrong move you’re dead, that girl is poison” - bell biv devoe (2.2k)

contains: luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite! reader. acquaintances to friends to secretish lovers. silena + drew mentions. during tlt.

kashaf’s note: u cant tell me a group of teenagers lived together at summer camp and no one had secret parties. dont @ me for the 90s music references (+ i imagine avantika vandanapu as silena, and momona tamada as drew)

i. and if there was a problem / yo, i'll solve it

“CASTELLAN?” YOU APPROACHED him slowly, tone cautious as if you were speaking to a wounded animal, although in this case, maybe you were, as you reached for his bruised knuckles, remaining persistent, even as he tried to withdraw his hands out of your grasp. “why’d you do that?”

“did i need a reason?” there is a forced jocularity to his words, a well-practiced mask he is never seen without, and you cringe slightly, your gaze catching the grimace that twists his lips. his attempt at a ‘roguish’ grin falls flat, the expression a discordant note against the backdrop of his injuries. luke’s already busted lip splits open, a thin line of crimson carving a river down his chin. he moves to wipe it off the back of his arm, but you’ve already pulled off the bandana tying up your hair (a birthday present from a half-sibling) and begun rubbing at his face.

luke’s eyes widened at the gesture.

despite being tentative acquaintances since your arrival, you’re still annoyed that luke castellan continues to underestimate just how much of his heart he wears on his sleeve — or rather, just how well you manage to see past his facade. his blatant lie hangs in the air, unacknowledged. instead, you deliberately shift your gaze to the purples and blacks that mar his knuckles, setting about wrapping them with your bandana, obscuring the damage.

“i could’ve done that myself,” luke says, amused, his words lightly appreciative. still, at your answering glare, he tosses his hands in the air in surrender as ‘ice ice baby’ continues in the background, uninterrupted, “but thank you, though.”

“i’m no apollo kid, but it’ll do,” you shrug instead of accepting the gratitude, tugging him to his feet, ensuring to grab his uninjured hand, and hauling him outside.

“you’re no apollo kid, and you decide to take the injured man away from where the apollo kids are actually gathered,” luke muses, once again entertained with himself (was there any other emotion this boy could experience besides amusement?), once the lights of the apollo cabin are so far behind you, neither of you could fully see each other.

“you’ll live,” you say, scowling at him through the darkness, forgetting he couldn’t actually see you.

“and you’re moody for a daughter of aphrodite,” he says, still holding onto your hand as he trails after you.

you stop in your tracks, pinch the bridge of your nose, count to three, and finally turn to luke, who still has his stupidly pleased-with-himself expression on his face. “luke castellan, if you don’t end up dying of some tragic fate or the other i will hunt you down myself.”

“duly noted.”

“holy hera, do you even want to know where i’m taking you?”

“nah, i think the mystery really adds some suspense.”

“that’s it, i give up,” you say, before beginning to drag him back to the apollo cabin, when he plants his feet in the dirt ground firmly, grinning crookedly at you as the moonlight finally shines through the clouds, suddenly bathing him in a luminescent glow.

“nah, c’mon, let’s go to your spot.”

you glare at him, watching how his stupid grin only seems to grow in size, an annoyingly endearing trait. with a sigh, you continued to drag him along, scowling each time he tried to make a quip.

“what if we get to your spot, and i find out this was all just a ploy to murder me?” luke muses out loud, looking thoughtful for once.

“do you seriously believe that if i was gonna murder you, i wouldn’t have done it by now?” you say, pausing when he shrugged in agreement, “we’re here though, whiney baby.”

luke’s eyebrows rose as he took in the secluded area near the dunes, finally meeting your gaze again. “aw, i can’t believe you just planned out our first date.”

“i seriously don’t know what any of my half-siblings see in you.”

“so you’ve discussed me then.”

“shut up, i dragged you all the way here, because even though i know you like attention, i don’t think you wanted the attention you were getting from punching that poor hephaestus kid in the jaw,” you say shockingly sincerely, startling both yourself and luke.

luke doesn’t say anything, letting what seems like a confession hang in the air, instead, sits down near the water, and rubs a hand across his jaw, watching you as you follow suit, sitting next to him.

after spending what seems like minutes in silence, watching the waves lap at the shore, luke finally speaks, staring out at the horizon, his tone slightly hollow, and devoid of all things you have come to label as luke castellan, looking eerily similar to the night he had returned from his infamous quest, “heroes aren’t meant to be happy.”

you drew your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your head. “i know — achilles, orpheus, theseus…” you trail off.

“and hercules,” luke adds, almost melancholy.

“i think i’ve pretty much accepted i’ll die young,” you say, your words coming out in nothing but a whisper despite the two of you being alone.

luke nods in solidarity, lost in thought. “it shouldn’t have to be like this,” he finally says, voice hardening.

ii. talking sweet and looking fine / i get kinda hectic inside

“okay, for this technique, i’ll need a partner,” luke says, looking straight at you. “can you come up here?”

deciding to oblige him, you rolled your eyes good-naturedly, smiling as you joined him in front of the other campers, who had begun whispering when he called out to you. in the crowd, just past your half-siblings looks of shock, you can see the stolls passing around a wad of cash.

luke addresses the crowd once more, “i need everyone to be paying close attention here, we’ll be demonstrating how to parry, or counterblock for the newcomers.”

as both of you get into position, luke smiles, “don’t forget to go easy on me.”

you laughed, “don’t bet on it, castellan.”

your demonstration ends up feeling like eons, as the two of you continue to dance around each other, parrying and jabbing, and lunging, and striking, and parrying. both of you are panting, your faces flushed as you continue, and just when it seems like you have the upper hand, luke side steps, and easily parries your finishing blow, disarming you in the process.

you laugh as you yield, loving the exhilaration from the fight, but when the two of you face the campers once more, more than half of the crowd is slack-jawed.

luke, ever the showman, can’t resist a grin, “not only was that your lesson to not underestimate aphrodite cabin, but also to show you the level we’re trying to get you guys to. now, partner up and spread out.”

before you can turn back to address luke again, drew is suddenly at your side.

“what the fuck was that?” drew hisses, grasping your elbow and leading you away from the training session in full swing, pulling you into your cabin, where silena sits on your bed (still in her armor), clearly awaiting this impromptu confrontation.

“what was what?” you choose to feign innocence, examining your nails before glancing up to see the twin expressions of horror on both silena and drew’s faces.

“do not act dumb,” drew eyes you coolly, “it’s so beneath you.”

“i’m not acting dumb,” you rolled your eyes at the both of them.

“yes you —”

“you and castellan,” silena interjects, “we want details, now.”

“what details even are there to give?”

silena grabs drew’s arm, pulling her back from apparently nearly pouncing on you.

drew rolls her eyes at the hand on her arm, and then focuses on you, “you’re literally our next head counselor and you and castellan had never so much looked at each other until this week and now he’s asking you to help demonstrate training techniques, like hello?”

silena snapped her fingers in agreement, “c’mon, you can’t deny that something didn’t happen.”

“nothing did,” you crossed your arms across your chest.

“you know what,” drew says, “if you wanna be like this fine. come find me when you finally decide to — i don’t know — talk to your sisters?” she storms out of the cabin, leaving you alone with silena, who sighs, gives you an apologetic look and goes after drew.

“well, that was a shit show.”

you whirl around to see your head counselor standing at the entry of the cabin, poised as ever, not a hair out of place as she stood, examining her manicure, looking bored, as usual.

“couldn’t agree more,” you sigh, sitting on your bed, head in your hands.

your head counselor takes a seat beside you, “look, i don’t care for whatever petty drama just unfolded, you’ll get over it, daughters of aphrodite and all,” she waves a hand in the air, “— but for now, we have more pressing issues. i’m gonna leave for college soon, and the entire cabin knows you’re my successor.”

you nod as she paused, meeting your gaze, and you can’t help but examine the perfect shape of her eyeliner, scanning her entire picture-perfect face in an attempt to discern her mood.

“i don’t care whatever it is you have going on with castellan, but you need to complete the rite of passage, before you become head counselor.”

“the rite of passage?” you asked, having only heard the phrase in hushed conversations around camp, the knot in your stomach tightening as she continued.

“no child of aphrodite is a true child of aphrodite without having broken their first love’s heart,” is all she offers as an explanation, completely straight-faced. “castellan is perfect for your rite of passage.”

your eyebrows furrow as you consider her words, and with a final nod, and gentle squeeze of your arm, she leaves you with both her legacy and your mother’s legacy in your hands.

“oh, and before i forget, whoever doesn’t do it always ends up cursed.”

iii. now let me pray to keep you from / the perils that will surely come

luke’s shoulder brushing against yours has turned out to be extremely distracting, and now you can understand why your cabin is more notorious for breaking hearts, rather than falling in love. you can’t seem to focus on anything except how close his hand is to yours, even the golden hue of the fire or the sing-alongs can’t divert your attention.

the distance between the two of you grows imperceptibly smaller when luke suddenly clears his throat, on the verge of saying something, when a twig snaps behind the two of you, causing you to jump apart and look at the intruder.

annabeth is standing behind the two of you, looking faintly apologetic, but also terrified. “sorry if i interrupted you guys,” she offers, rubbing her arm.

you share a glance with luke, nodding at him. “you weren’t — luke can always talk to me later,” you say, offering her your trademark smile.

annabeth nodded, “thank you,” as luke gently squeezed your hand before getting up to comfort her.

“don’t thank me, sweetheart.”

you’re at your usual spot when luke rejoins you, running a hand through his curls. “sorry,” he says, “someone left a spider in athena cabin, and no one could kill it.”

you chuckled, “if it wasn’t a total accident, i’d bet money it was travis and connor.”

the corner of his mouth quirks up at the mention of his siblings, “i think you’re spending too much time around them to pick up on their habits.”

“or maybe, i’m spending too much time around you,” you offer, smirking at him, trying to ignore the funny feeling in your chest as he smiles genuinely at you.

“i like to say i’m an acquired taste,” luke shrugs, sneaking a glance at you as you laugh at him.

“i think i’ve acquired that taste,” you say, without thinking, before realizing how phenomenally stupid that sounded.

luke smiled widely, “y’know, if you weren’t a daughter of aphrodite, i would’ve told you how corny that was —” you shoved him here, “— ow, let me finish, but i actually am really glad to hear that.”

“no wonder,” you smirked, “i can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest.”

“okay, look who’s confident all of a sudden.”

you shut him up with a soft kiss that has him seeing stars.

iv. i know what’s weighing on your mind / you can be sure i know my part

“again, what the hell is going on with you and castellan?” silena asks one early morning before breakfast, birds chirping as she’s lining her eyes with kajal, glancing at the mirror in her hand as she sits at the top of her bed.

“nothing.”

“i literally saw you guys making out and had to scrub my eyes out with soap,” drew adds, looking extremely disgusted at the thought of relieving that experience, as she paints a fresh coat of nail polish.

“fine, you’re right,” you concede, curling your eyelashes.

“don’t you have to do the rite of passage, though?” drew asks, pausing to look up at you.

“i’m not doing the rite of passage,” you say slowly, setting the eyelash curler down on the vanity.

“excuse me?” your head counselor has her hands on her hips, the annoyed expression on her face marring her perfect features, towering over you as she stands in front of your bed.

“i said, i’m not doing the rite of passage,” you enunciate, looking up at her, maintaining eye contact.

the temperature of the cabin seemed to drop ten degrees, and for a minute or so, your stare remained unbroken until she shrugged. “your decision... but don’t say i didn’t warn you,” before dramatically whirling around and heading to the pavilion.

silena gave you a look as drew arched her brow, and you simply shrugged in response.

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its-time-to-write · 10 months

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hi, i love your writing! could i request something where jamie and reader are dating and jamie starts introducing them to the important people in his life, like roy, keeley, the richmond boys, etc. and each time they get introduced to someone new, whenever jamie steps away, they basically get some variation of the 'you better not hurt him' talk, and when jamie finds out he's worried that reader is gunna be offended or upset but they reassure him that it's fine, they think it's cute that everyone's so protective of him and that it's nice to see him have so many people care about him

Sorry this took FOREVER. Here it is!

the way it goes

It has been exactly twenty-one days since Jamie asked you out on a proper date, and you’re of the opinion that life can’t get much better than this. You’ve only met two of his teammates so far, (Isaac because he’s one of Jamie’s good friends and Richard because you ran into him while shopping) and honestly, they aren’t what you expected at all.

They’re kind and they seem to genuinely like working together.

(It’s a little funny to call football “work.”)

Isaac tells Jamie to bring you next time they all hang out, and reminds him to buy more juice packs than last time so they don’t run out again.

—

Turns out the next “hang out,” is a night at Isaac’s, and the whole team is there with various partners and spouses. There’s a strict sweatpants-only drsesscode, and pretty much everyone is in clearly expensive matching sets. You’re grateful that Jamie shrunk a brand-new deep green set the other week, because you didn’t have time to go out and buy something new/not ratty.

There are tables of board games, a pile of snacks, and even a bar. Jamie drags you over so he can get “proper buzzed,” and requests something incredibly complicated from Beard, who appears to be the only coach present.

“Babe,” Jamie says, “you good here? I’m gonna get some food.”

You nod and watch him weave through groups of people. You lean against the bar and wait for Jamie’s drink.

“So,” says Beard, “you’re Jamie’s girlfriend.

You nod. “Yeah, I am. I’ve known him for ages, though. Since I was in uni. Always thought he was just some prick footballer trying to score, if you know what I mean.”

Beard chuckles. “I get it. He’s a bit of an asshole sometimes.”

You grin. “He’s my asshole.”

Beard slides you Jamie’s drink but before he completely lets it go, he says, “Hey.”

His voice has lost its jocularity, so you look up to meet his (very intense, slightly terrifying) eyes.

“Jamie doesn’t need his heart broken. He may have been a giant prick, but he’s different now. He’s not the kind of guy you can just screw and move on from.”

Your mouth has gone a little dry, so you just nod. Right then. You turn to go find Jamie and hope he won’t mind if you take a sip of his drink. You’re planning on staying sober tonight, so that one sip is going to have to get you through till the end.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s told you to be careful with Jamie. The first time was actually Roy’s niece, Phoebe. Jamie was babysitting and he asked you to come along, so while he was paying for ice creams Phoebe tugged your arm so you’d get down to her level and said, “If you make him cry, they’ll never find you again.”

You had looked at her in shock while she matter-of-factly stated, “My Uncle Roy’s been teaching me things.”

She said the word things far too ominously for an eight year old, but then Jamie came back and she was all smiles again.

You got a similar, equally threatening talk from Phoebe’s mum, and then from Roy, and then Roy’s girlfriend Keeley.

Variations of the “break him and I’ll break you” talk had begun to trickle in whenever you’d pick up Jamie from Nelson Road. The tone ranged from Sam’s vaguely threatening, “We all love Jamie very much. We’re incredibly protective of him,” to Jan Maas’s blunt, “If you break his heart, you will never find another date on this entire continent.

Even Ted had a comment, which was more along the lines of, Jamie’s a big softie, he doesn’t need some to play him right now, he needs a real supporter. Each time, you assured them that you weren’t going to hurt him. You didn’t ask why they thought you would be the one doing the hurting when he was the one with the reputation.

Because you are fully aware of his reputation. You hadn’t seen Lust Conquers All, but you’d seen enough clips to piece together exactly how it went. And you’d seen the details of his cheating scandals all over the papers. And dealt with him firsthand while in uni. So yeah, Jamie’s past prick-ish behavior is not a mystery to you.

You find it endearing that so many people love him enough to protect him. It’s a good sign, you think.

You find Jamie carefully stacking various snacks on a tiny, tiny plate. His face lights up when you come into view.

“Oh good,” he says. “Extra hands.” He grabs his drink with one hand and gives you the plate with the other. He starts piling on something flaky and slightly green.

“Isaac’s girlfriend makes these fucking pistachio things, and they always go way too fast. Gotta eat them while you can,” he says while creating an engineering marvel.

“Glad you like ‘em, bruv,” comes Isaac’s voice from behind you. You jump a little, and the plate wobbles.

You turn to see Isaac with an absolutely gorgeous woman on his arm.

“I’m Stella,” she says. “It’s wonderful to meet you. We’ll have to have you two over for a real dinner.”

Jamie and Isaac quickly become engrossed in a serious discussion about football tactics, with Jamie downing his drink and then taking the plate of food from you. He was right, those pistachio things are amazing.

You chat with Stella for a little bit and learn she’s the face of a modeling agency and met Isaac during some football/branding thing.

“He was the only one during the entire shoot who made sure I was drinking enough water,” she laughs. “Who knew the way to my heart was through proper hydration?”

You talk a little longer before Jamie’s arm is snaking around your waist to whisk you off to see Dani. It goes like that for a little while until you finally settle down at one of the game tables. It’s a card game involving a lot of yelling and pointing fingers.

The house is noisy and cozy, filled to the brim with people who are just comfortable around each other, and you think you’ve never experienced something like this in your whole life.

Jamie on the other hand, is yawning a little bit. His hand, which had been on your knee tracing squiggly patterns, is starting to slow down so you put yours on top of his and whisper, “You about ready to go?”

Jamie nods and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Got fucking extra training tomorrow,” he quietly laments.

You get up to leave and Jamie follows suit with a very loud pronouncement that he’d rather be somewhere private, much to the amusement of the Greyhounds who begin to hoot and whistle. You roll your eyes and smack his butt on the way out.

Forty-five minutes later, Isaac’s phone dings with a photo of Jamie in a pink robe and green face mask, hair pulled back in an equally pink and fluffy headband. He’s lying on your bed and he can see the tv screen playing Notting Hill. You’ve typed, Someplace private, my ass, and Isaac just shakes his head and grins. Fucking Jamie. Prick on the outside, softie on the inside.

You better not break his heart, he writes.

HAH comes your reply a moment later. Not a chance.

“Babe, look,” you say handing Jamie your phone. “I’ve collected the whole set.”

Jamie reads your text thread then looks up at you in confusion. “What d’you mean?”

“Isaac is the only one who hasn’t like, threatened me or something if I hurt you,” you reply.

The tips of Jamie’s ears turn red. “What do you mean, the only one?” he asks. “Like, the team?”

You shake your head. “Oh no. I mean, yes, the whole team, but like pretty much everyone who works at Nelson Road.”

Jamie’s eyes widen as you begin to list people on your fingers. “Alright, so obviously the Greyhounds, plus all the coaches, Keeley, Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, Samantha at the front desk, Gary, Phoebe and her mum, Will-” you pause. “Should I keep going?”

Jamie groans. “Fucking hell. I’m sorry. They’re all twats, except Phoebe. I swear, they’re not always like that. I’ll talk to them and make ‘em leave you alone.”

“No! You can’t let them know that you know! And…” you hesitate, “I thought it was kind of sweet. Like a green flag, you know? They all like you enough to make sure that you’ll be ok, and they want me to know I have something special. Of course, I already knew that,” you continue, “but it’s nice confirmation.”

Oh. That’s new.

Jamie’s quiet for way too long so you look over at him. “Babe, are you crying?”

“No,” he says, choked up. “Face mask got in my fuckin’ eye.”

“It’s dried solid, babe.”

“Fine,” he says, “I might be a little. But you can’t tell anyone, especially not Ted, because then he’ll talk to me about feelings and shit, and I’d rather eat ten fucking scones than that.”

You laugh and snuggle into his side. There aren’t going to be any heartbreaks here, not if you can help it. You’re both planning on keeping the other around for the rest of your lives.

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jokeringcutio · 4 months

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Stepbrother! Stu Macher x (f) Reader "Hallway meeting" (Mature, no smut)

Summary: The first time Reader and Stu bump into each other while going to bed.

Yes, that is an actual Matthew Lillard pic @likoplays kindly shared when I asked what Stu would wear

AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepbrother!StuMacher x !Stepsister Reader Universe. For those of you who are keeping track of the Stepbrother!Stu Macher fics: These are standalone fics, although some of the fics with Stu can be seen as linked to other drabbles. I'll leave it up to you to choose your own path with these drabbles and fics. 💜

Rating: Mature due to implications and getting hot and bothered, warning for language use by Stu.

First Time Bumping into Stu on your way to bed

You had just finished brushing your teeth, the minty freshness still tingling on your tongue as you reached for the doorknob. The bathroom light cast a soft glow against the tiles, making the white porcelain of the sink gleam. You turned, ready to escape into the dim hallway, as quick as a mouse and as sneaky as a shadow, when suddenly, there he was.

"Shit, sis," Stu muttered, almost colliding with you in his haste.

"Sorry," you breathed out, heart thudding irregularly. His presence was too close, too sudden. He stood there in nothing but his briefs, the fabric clinging to him in places your eyes shamelessly traced, hiding nothing. You were caught in a moment of forbidden appraisal, his physique unexpectedly striking- muscles subtly defined and skin a warm tone even in the half-light.

"Didn't expect anyone would still be up," Stu's voice cut through your thoughts, laced with something that bordered on amusement. And there was that killer smile of his again.

You swallowed hard as you managed to finally tear your eyes away from all that Stu was sporting. You felt the flush on your cheeks burn hotter.

"I- I usually go to bed earlier," you managed to say, tugging self-consciously at the hem of your baggy pajama top.

Although you had lived here for several weeks now, you still didn’t dare to wear very revealing clothes, leaving you to sleep in the baggiest but ever-so-comfy pajamas that you owned. And in Stu’s presence, you felt heavily overdressed. Would he find you silly or childish to be sleeping in this type of pajamas? Would he tease you with it later on?

"Looks like we're on a collision course tonight, then," he quipped, his smile sharp and knowing. His gaze lingered just a second too long, flirty intentions clear as day.

"Collision avoided," you replied quickly, sidestepping to give him room.

But even as you moved away, you couldn't shake the awareness of his body so near yours, your breath mingling in the narrow space between you.

“Narrowly,” Stu said, the grin audible in his voice. His chest hovered incredibly close to your face, his nipples just in sight. How did a girl concentrate when that view was in her line of sight?

Get a grip, you scolded yourself mentally. This was your stepbrother. He was just teasing you. Whatever he said didn’t mean a thing.

He was probably practicing his skills for Casey. Or any of the other many girls he had lined up to be his girlfriend. You sometimes wondered if Stu meant it when he made flirty comments to you, or if this was the only way he had ever interacted with girls before.

But this was the first time you had run into Stu while on your way to bed, and wasn’t it something? Your mind quickly ran away from you, thinking forbidden thoughts, while you had to force your eyes to keep focused on his face rather than drift lower to admire his physique.

"Careful, or you might start looking forward to these little run-ins." His grin widened, the words heavy with suggestion as he leaned slightly towards you.

"Goodnight, Stu," you said, fumbling for detachment, for some semblance of normalcy as you retreated.

"I’ll be here each night, usually between one and three A.M.,” he called after you, voice jocular.

Then, a sudden shift as a whisper followed.

“Sweet dreams, sis," his voice now low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

That hadn’t just happened, had it?

In the safety of your own room, you stood motionless for a long time, replaying the encounter over and over in your head. You were confused by the unfamiliar yearning that had taken a chokehold on you. Your body felt hot, your cheeks were flustered.

You liked what you saw, more than you should have. And it was terrifying.

"You can’t do this," you whispered to the darkened room, trying to dismiss the heat that Stu's proximity had ignited. “You can’t fall in love with your own stepbrother.”

But deep down, you knew sleep would not come easy tonight, haunted by the dangerous dance of what-if scenarios playing out in your mind. Stu had gotten you hot and bothered.

Again.

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rosewaterandivy · 10 months

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fightin' to get better

modern!eddie x f!reader

summary: eddie does his damndest to get us out of the study to take a frickin' break.

a/n: My blog is 18 +, minors DNI; purely self-indulgent smut and prosaic idolatry here, my usual brand of filth.

🎶 ooh, let you slide up your hand, uh oh, let go all of my plans 🎶

Grad school could suck a dick. A whole bag of ‘em as far as you were concerned. The entirety of your summer had been taken up by this final class— a subject you loved, but far too much reading and work assigned for the condensed semester.

Eddie thought so too.

The man was quick to chime in when you’d had a glass of wine or two and finally extricated yourself from the front room you’d claimed as an office. Couldn’t understand how you would be complaining one minute and then the second he adds his two cents, you’re defending the professor in question.

But then again, you’d always been tender-hearted.

Which more than explained your penchant for collecting strays, present company excluded, naturally.

“That’s it,” he says, fingers working to peel the damp label from the beer bottle. “First thing tomorrow, I’m gettin’ on the horn with this so-called professor.”

“Eddieeee,” you whine, lips falling into a pout. “Don’t do that.”

He leans into it really playing it up, an eye roll and scoff combo, head inclining to rest on your shoulder as he falls on you dramatically.

“Can’t have my best girl pulling all-nighters every other week.”

His voice was softer, not laced with his typical jocular tone. The bright images of the screen dance across your faces in the cool room. Eddie settles against you, warm breath fanning across your chest and neck.

He can see the subtle dark hues beneath your eyes, hates the evidence of your sleepless nights spent in front of the computer, nose buried in a book.

“I know,” you rasp after a beat or two. “I’ll get better baby, I promise. S’just a few more weeks and then I’m army-crawling to the finish line.”

He cracks a smile, unable to hide his elation at your accomplishment— at you.

Eddie Munson and his genius girlfriend, who would’ve thought?

—

So it really shouldn’t be a surprise a week or two later when Eddie wanders into the study to find you up at all hours of the night. Again.

“Babe—”

“Jesus Christ!” You jolt in your chair, startled by the sound, and slowly swivel toward him. A deep breath once you realize who it is, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room.

And, sure enough, your boyfriend is standing there wiping the sleep from his eyes, sporting his Suspiria sweats and looking entirely displeased.

“God Eds, make a noise! You’re like Ruth Gordon just standing there with a tannis root.”

He crosses his arms with a sign, ignoring your barb. Ruth Gordon, with her blue eye shadow and head scarf? Puh-leeze.

“You said you’d be ten minutes.”

You shudder at the timbre of his voice— raspy and low, hitting the sweet spot that sends heat rushing to your core.

“Shit, I’m sorry, babe.”

Glasses discarded and hair askew, you sigh catching the time and start to pack it in for the night.

Eddie is surprisingly quick for someone snatched from sleep and dreaming, he turns your chair away from the desk and fixes you with a look.

The penetrating kind, where he squints and tilts his head like he just can’t figure you out. And yeah, he’s never really understood academia or why the books you’ve had to buy are always so damn expensive. But he does his best to support you, reminds you to eat and sleep more than he’d like because you have the tendency of getting too caught up and distracted.

His gaze softens, “C’mere pretty girl.”

Eddie picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, despite your protests. Smacks your ass for good measure.

“M’gonna fall!”

“No, you aren’t,” he tuts, “Such a drama queen.”

He barrels through the dark house only to deposit you in the dimly lit bathroom. A shaft of light eeks in from a partially opened closet door, candles flickering on countertops catching their reflections in the mirror.

Right side up again, you pause and take a look around. The bathtub is filling up, bubbles growing in soft peaks of foam, and a bath bomb fizzles away, painting the water in candy-colored hues.

There’s a glass of wine and another of ice water, sweating against the ledge of the tub. An iPad propped up in the corner, your favorite show cued up and ready to go.

“Baby,” you say, turning back to him, voice barely above a whisper. “What is all this?”

He takes a step toward you, the slightest inclination of his chin prompting your hands to rise above your head. Eddie’s nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt and tug it upwards, soft fabric brushing against your skin only to be kissed with damp heat.

“Jus’ wanna take care of you,” he says simply, quietly. As if he’d rather do nothing else.

“Oh.”

His fingers alight on the waist of your shorts, thumbs hooking in and pulling down.

“Hmm.” He says, kneeling in front of you, brow quirked and eyes seeking yours. “Feelin’ lucky today or—"

The heat rises in your chest and neck, hands flying to cover your face while he lazily peruses your bare form.

Not so much luck as it was sheer exhaustion that informed your sartorial choices and distinct lack of underwear today, but you’ll take what you can get.

His breath ghosts along your thighs, muscles tightening inadvertently, the coil in your stomach winding taut.

As you step out of the shorts, Eddie turns off the faucet and herds you back against the sink. A brief lift and you're sitting on the countertop, legs splayed, head falling against the cool mirror behind you.

Eddie buries his head between your legs, and smothers praises between your thighs.

Eddie's pretty sentimental with oral— kissing, kissing, kissing— can't stop his lips from meandering, can't stop his mouth from savoring. He noses against your slit, tongue darting out to taste. A low rumble ripped from his chest as the slick muscle works against your petaled heat, savoring the arousal gathered there.

He gets dizzy off it. Selfish for it. It all goes to his head— whimpers and moans falling from your candy-pink mouth, a prolonged whine of his name.

Left, then right, back over again. Drowsy roaming paths, curving and bending, pleased when you arch into his mouth, forever wanting more. Licks you for hours like you’re the last bit of sweetness in the world, savors it long and lazy and delicate.

"Sweetheart," he sighs, pulling away briefly. Lips ruddy and wet with your slick, smiling slow and dangerous, “You’re fucking delicious, baby.”

You moan on his clever tongue and the sloppy sounds he makes. He's always stunning— eager and devoted to the singular task of lapping at you like a starved man.

Two fingers twist inside before he turns them back and shoves them in his own mouth. He repeats this again and again, like pulling a secret from your body that only he’s allowed to enjoy.

“Yes,” he sighs, “Fuck yes. Fuck—mmm—"

It's as if you're on the precipice of a coming storm, pressure building, and rising, too, in your belly, as he works into your body, heavy-lidded and transfixed on your beautiful face. Deeper until you’re shaking, pulling your legs up over his shoulders, getting him closer, closer, closer.

Your toes curl.

"Eddie—"

You shatter like a splinter of lightning. It bursts across your skin—a bright, brief halo—before it’s gone, chased by the explosion of swollen clouds. He muffles a loud fuck! into the meat of your ass, while his fingers continue to corkscrew inside of you.

He's wet down to his wrist, coaxing vestiges of arousal from you, and rises to kiss your open, panting mouth, your exposed throat. Eddie's lips turned wicked and desperate when he asks, "Think you can gimme another one?"

Nodding dumbly, bath and freshly laundered sheets completely forgotten, you watch as he all but yanks you down further, ass now hanging off the countertop. Swings your legs over his shoulders and dives back in, your cunt now positively flooded due to his velvet tongue.

On the bright side, this all-nighter was exceedingly better than the one you had planned; you wouldn't have it any other way. Well played Eddie Munson.

Well played.

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Day 19 - Prompt: Past @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 688 words

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Sirius promptly choked on the chip he’d just popped in his mouth. He coughed and spluttered as he tried to dislodge the offending bit from his throat. Thankfully, he didn’t drown in the tea he chased it with.

“Are you alright?” Remus asked, reaching over to pat his back. The slight wince as he stretched hit Sirius like a fist to the chest.

“Fine!” His voice came out strangled and far higher than normal. Sirius cleared his throat, then tried to move past that mortifying moment with a joke. “I’m fine. You’d think I’d know better by now than to try to breathe with my mouth full.”

Remus’s eyebrows shot up, then he grinned. “It’s been awhile, yeah? Muscle memory fades with disuse, you know.”

Sirius coughed through a laugh. It was impressive how quickly Remus recovered that time. He’d already adapted to Sirius’s flirtatious deflections within a few days of meeting him.

Almost as impressive as those hands.

Heat flared at the base of his neck and climbed to his cheeks. Sirius fanned his face as he reached for his tea. He hoped Remus would assume the flush was from a lack of oxygen instead of embarrassment.

It was official, he was having A MomentTM right now. It was the only explanation for his overwhelming reaction to Remus today. He’d nearly dropped their lunches when Remus groaned earlier and now he was choking on a chip while watching the man lick his fingers.

Why the fuck was that so hot?

Sirius rather enjoyed the warmth in his chest when Remus did something particularly adorable, like when he twirled the cord from his jacket around his finger or tugged on his beanie with a sheepish grin. This comically theatric finger-licking incident should have caused the same reaction. Remus was not even trying to make it sexual. The man was bundled up in a thick jumper with a crocheted blanket in his lap and resting against a heating pad for fuck’s sake!

Yet, Sirius was vehemently repressing a shiver as he watched Remus meticulously suck the tip of each finger into his mouth. Little flicks of his tongue poking out to collect stray salt granules should not be sexy. Remus’s contented little hum as he examined each finger did nothing to dispel Sirius’s reaction.

“Anyway,” Sirius said, tearing his gaze away. “I wanted to thank you for saving James yesterday. He will probably track you down and thank you properly himself, but I couldn’t wait.”

Remus dropped his hands to his lap and shrugged. “It would be a pity for a fit bloke to drown for such a stupid reason.”

“Actually, it would have been two. No way would I have left him down there alone,” Sirius admitted. He toyed with the remaining chips on his plate. “Same for Reggie, if it had been him.”

Remus tipped his head curiously. As if a forty-five degree angle would help him better understand Sirius’s lack of self-preservation. There was nothing logical about his devotion to his best friend, or his brother.

“Really? You would have left Padfoot in your brother’s care?”

“I would hope that a compassionate stranger, like yourself, would step in to save both of them from such a fate,” Sirius teased, smirking at Remus.

“Now wait a minute, I could have kept your dog? Can I go back and-”

“Nope! Too late, you’re already a bloody hero,” Sirius interrupted cheerfully. He lifted from his seat and leaned over Remus to collect his plate. “You must be terrible at chess. Honestly Remus, ignoring an opportunity like that? It’s a bit disappointing.”

Remus cupped Sirius’s elbows as he pulled back, preventing him from standing upright or stepping away. Pale green eyes searched his face with an intensity that Sirius wasn’t expecting after their jocular tone. He arched an eyebrow questioningly.

“What?”

“I made the right choice,” Remus said, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He lifted a hand to tuck the loose strands of hair that fell in front of Sirius’s face behind his ear. “The world needs more people like you, Sirius, not less.”

Well fuck me sideways.

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do it ♡nce, do it twice.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,5K.

𖦹 content: service dom!keishin, unprotected sex, cheating, breeding!kink, cunniligus, overstimulation, daddy!kink, stepcest, impregnation, panty stuffing, cigarettes, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: stepdad!keishin ukai x stepdaughter!fem!reader.

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The door was slammed hard, the last thing radiating from the place was comfortableness, kindness or motherly love, nothing fairer than you trying to vent just a little of your irritation by slamming the door of her house almost hard enough for the doorknob to fly off and she to curse you again for breaking something that wasn't yours; it was once yours, now? Not anymore.

It was always the same, like a snake eating its own tail, a vicious circle that drained every last bit of good humor out of you, and left you on the verge of tearing your own hair out for stress. The relationship started well, there was a space of time where you understood each other and you felt like her daughter, just like the blood coursing through your body indicated you were, but it didn't last long. Two weeks was enough time for the house of cards of feelings to crumble again, the way a sand castle crumbles when it is hit by the ocean waves on the beach.

And it was always her fault. You would walk on eggshells talking to her, careful not to hurt her or make her angry, but at the cost of what? Your mental health? Or your patience? The first opportunity she had, the first thing she chose to do was to criticize you for something you would never have noticed if it hadn't been pointed out. It hurt more when she did it in a jocular tone or advisory tone, but you already knew how to interpret every comma, every hyphen, every mini detail of what she said or implied, you learned this on your own a long time ago and realized that only her love could make you hurt metaphysically like this.

There came a time when you tried to convince yourself that she was a traumatized woman too, that she had her own problems, own traumas and own dilemmas too, but how is it possible to have empathy, sympathy or remotely affection for someone who uses your traumas and dilemmas against you too? It is paradoxical, almost bordering on being a cruel oxymoron.

At least, when you looked back to hear the sound of a horn you knew too well, there he was, with his car parked on the corner and his head sticking out with his hair combed back and eyes shining with curiosity to know how your day was. Curiosity that soon after became concern and preparation to comfort you when he noticed your irritation and lack of good mood by the way you walked as if you were crushing your feelings on the floor of the dark street and the way your arms were crossed with fingers inward. It was always difficult for him to know when to open a conversation with you right after you left your mother's house.

As soon as you stopped in front of the door next to the car seat, Ukai leaned over to unlock it from the inside and let you in. The moment your back met the comfort of the car's soft backrest, a long sigh escaped from the bottom of your lungs and your stepfather looked from you to the street before pushing the button to make the car windows close.

“Wanna talk about today?” he asked as he prepared to put the key in the ignition and you cleared your throat before answering without much animation, “I think you already know the answer, Shin.”

“I know, but it was worth the attempt to ask you anyway,” he spoke with his eyes landing on your fingers being snapped more than twice in a row.

You were not only nervous, angry and hurt, but also anxious and about to combust with your feelings gathering into a huge snowball.

Ukai looked in the glove compartment of the car and an idea briefly lit up his mind. You don't even pay much attention to him bending over to open that compartment of the car and taking out a halfway pack of cigarettes and a lighter, it was not uncommon to see him smoking, so it was only fair that you saw for yourself that he was about to do that. But then...

“Want it?” his hand reached up towards you holding a cigarette between fingers the way a temptress would and you felt your heart sink and light up at the same time, “Your mom doesn't need to know, it can be our secret, 'kay?”

You couldn't even tell if she would care much that Ukai had offered you a cigarette, although you, she and even he knew that you had never done that before, not even among friends.

Her eyes went from the cigarette between his fingers to his, and then back to his, the only thing your stepfather did besides continue holding it towards you was raise his eyebrows suggestively. His body slowly leaned forward, his face getting a little closer to the nicotine pack, and his fingers completed the process of leaving it between his lips, his attention focused on Ukai's other hand bringing the lighter closer and flicking it to let the flame burn and ignite, but his? It was on his concentrated face, specifically on his lips wrapped around the cigarette. If he had clear eyes, you might have been able to see the way his pupils slowly dilated upon seeing you dredge for the first time in his life.

“You're so good at it, you sure you never did it?” he asked dropping the lighter back into the glove compartment and listening to you give a disconcerted, almost embarrassed giggle.

“It's the first time I'm doing it, Keishin, y'know it,” you replied letting your back sink against the seat and he turned the ignition key with the car immediately ready to drive home, “Are you sure she won't... y'know, tell you some shit because of this?”

Ukai shrugged before starting the car and beginning to drive with only one hand on the steering wheel while the other adjusted the gears and took the opportunity to put itself over your knee. For you, it was supposed to be just a physical display of fatherly affection; for him, it was a way of trying to relieve the very tension that was beginning to build inside his body.

“If you don't tell her, I won't either, simple.”

He knew it was problematic down to the last level of the notion of morality he still had stored away after several years, but still, his body didn't seem to be listening to his conscience. The devil on his shoulder was winning that tug-of-war, this became obvious as soon as his fingers went a little higher, from your knee to the beginning of your thigh, and gave a gentle squeeze there.

A squeeze that sent a shiver down your back and the most instinctive thing you would have done was to press thighs together, but the cigarette between your lips reminded you who was the one there beside you, his fingers now drawing imaginary circles against your warm skin.

Keishin Ukai is not just any man, far from it.

He was the only man you ever let see you cry after coming home from your mother's house, the only man who had walked you through the entire trajectory of leaving the house of the woman who gave birth to you and was married to him for a long time and entering college and also graduating, the only man who let you sleep with your head resting on his shoulder during Saturdays when you watched movies together and unwittingly the tiredness hit your body earlier than expected, the only man who paid attention to you even when you were talking about your personal hobbies that wouldn't be interesting to anyone else but him, the only man who knew by heart all the hairstyles you liked to do with your hair and who also helped you with them and told you how beautiful they looked. And also, the only man who represented anything remotely like the feeling of fatherhood to you.

As you dredged up some more nicotine inside, you could feel the tension building in the air inside the car, almost possible to cut it with a knife. And neither of you said anything at all for long seconds, until the traffic light closed on one of the streets and Ukai sighed heavily wondering if he could get home without doing anything he shouldn't with you.

“You... good, Daddy?”

He swore to himself that he had heard you drag out that word more than necessary and maybe you had done it without realizing it. His hand almost came away from your thigh, but he needed something reminding himself not to do that, something solid, human.

“Mhm,” Ukai replied before running his tongue over his lips and forcing a cough just to give himself time to think of something else to say, “I was just wondering what else I could do for you besides a cigarette to make you feel better.”

It was at that moment that your heart started beating so fast it made you think your stepfather could hear you as you clung to the idea that he would never say anything to you with ulterior motives, it made no sense to think that way of Ukai.

“I think that...,” you started to speak, but you preferred to take another drag on your cigarette to make sure that it wasn't just a fever dream and that what you were about to speak wasn't either, “There's a parking lot very close to here.”

Ukai understood exactly what you meant; he knows you so well that half a word is enough for him to maneuver the car back to a parking lot that was open 24 hours a day.

As soon as the car was parked, your stepfather took less than ten seconds to get out and go to open the door next to your seat, barely giving you time to finish another drag on the cigarette and immediately taking your lips in a hurried, messy kiss. Your hands grabbed his hair and pulled his face a little closer, until you could no longer tell what was your breath and his so blended together that they became.

Keishin wanted to feel your body, feel your warm skin shivering as you felt his cold fingers inviting you to finish what he had started, which is why he grabbed your shirt and jacket so he could take them off and squeeze and caress your arms and tits.

The kiss deepened even more as his tongue slid into your mouth and you thought he was about to push you into the backseat of the car, but in reality, it was the exact opposite: your stepdad pulled you out by shoulders and soon after was leaving you leaning against the hood.

“K-Keishin, hold– hold on, we're in, in public, we should–,” you tried to protest as his lips slid down your neck and left wet kisses and bites, you couldn't be sure if the nicotine was clouding your senses or one kiss from him was enough to make you want to let him make you forget your problems.

“What's the matter? You've never been with a guy other than between four walls?”, his tone was playful and you felt the shame burn inside your cheeks.

“You aren't just 'a guy', you know it, Keishin,” you gasped answering, and his hands reached over the zipper and buttons of your shorts to let them slide down to ankles before being removed completely.

“Yeah, you're absolutely right, I'm not just a guy, I know it,” he got down on his knees between your legs and gestured for you to finish lying completely on the hood of the car, “And that's exactly why you should trust your daddy more, right? Now, legs on my shoulders,” you looked at him still not completely sure about letting him take control of your body and he looked at you still kneeling, his hands massaging your thighs leisurely, “Trust me just one more time, yeah? I'd never let anything bad happen to you, ‘kay?”

You swallowed dryly before acceding to Keishin’s orders and leaving your legs residing on his shoulders, giving him complete concession to finish spreading your legs apart and finally being able to massage your pussy over panties with both thumbs.

It was so soft down there; he could tell it. So soft and warm, it made his mouth salivate just imagining himself running his tongue through your folds and collecting all your juices or sucking your clit until it was swollen and throbbing. He never even thought about being between your legs, but here he was: his mouth running over your cunt in little kisses that made the wet spot on the bottom of your panties even bigger; you could feel your folds uncomfortably sticking to the fabric because of your slick.

One of your hands grabbed his hair and pulled his face a little closer against the middle of your legs. It didn't take long before your panties were being pulled aside and you had to use your other hand to cover your mouth as Ukai ran his tongue all over your pussy, from the entrance to your clit.

Ukai was more experienced than you expected and you were almost ashamed that you enjoyed the way his tongue could slide ever more easily between your folds and how much more easily he could tonguefuck you as you became wetter. As the seconds turned into minutes, hands could no longer be enough to muffle your moans and his ears could already pick up your whimpers, your little “More”, the panting “Please”; everything coming from you was a good excuse for how rockhard his cock was, how full of cum his balls were.

Now his hands were shamelessly digging fingers into the soft skin of your trembling thighs, and his mouth glistening with your juices seemed more determined to make out with your pussy that was clenching around nothing as that hot, overwhelming sensation deep inside your belly grew more and more intense, each time giving you the impression that something was about to explode inside you.

And it was at the very moment that Keishin noticed your body becoming even more restless, with your thighs trying to close around his face and both hands pulling at his hair, that he knew you were about to cum, about to do it completely over his mouth, the mouth of your stepfather who knew how to eat you out like no one else.

For the first time in a long time, he felt so proud, his dick throbbed even more inside his underwear and his mouth started sucking your clit with even more pressure.

“D-Daddy, ‘m feeling– dizzy, so dizzy, ‘n, fuck, I gotta– cum, please ngh! Lemme j-just, it, do it, please, ‘Shin!”

You didn't know if you were screaming at him to let you cum or just whispering breathlessly, your head could no longer think of anything other than the feeling of being about to cum, and then suddenly and still with his mouth against your wet folds, Ukai said, “Do it, pretty girl, let it go ‘n I’ll be here makin’ you feel real good, just do it for me.”

Your body responded immediately, with head falling back and resting against the still icy hood of the car, hips forcing themselves against your stepdad's face, and your pussy squirting completely over his mouth. Your thighs closed up to keep him from leaving between your legs, and he couldn't help but grin as he licked and swallowed every last drop of your orgasm at the idea that you naively thought a man like him wouldn't want to have everything you could give him.

But before you were even completely off your high, Ukai managed to make your legs open again and stood up finishing removing your panties only to shove them into your mouth right after giving you a slow kiss that made you taste some of your sweet taste.

“You're such a loud girl, what if someone out of here heard us, huh?”, Ukai began to unbutton his pants to lower them along with the underwear and you moaned with your mouth full in a response that made him let out a giggle, “Oh, don't worry, I’d never let anyone see you like this,” he brought a hand to your throbbing pussy and rubbed your clit slowly, realizing how sensitive it was, “Your body is meant to be seen only by your daddy, right?”

You nodded in agreement and he took your face with one hand by your chin before speaking again, “So, why don't you expose yourself for you daddy? Just using your pretty fingers, ‘course.”

He looked suggestively between your legs and you silently understood what he meant. And even though shame was eating you up inside, the urge to have him inside you was greater, more urgent, so your hand slid up to reach your warm, messy pussy to push your folds apart and show him your entrance squeezing around nothing and still leaking.

“There we go, that's such a nice sight, princess, you have such a tight, tiny slutty-hole ready to be used,” Ukai whispered taking his dick by the base to the front of your entrance, “Can you stay still for daddy, princess?”

You whispered a muffled “Yes” in response and his cock slid in slowly, making you have the sensation being stretched and his veins rubbing against your gummy walls; it was even better than having his mouth eating you out. He filled you so well, it was almost immoral to Ukai Keishin make you feel so complete with his cock plugging you up and forcing your tight entrance to widen almost to its limits because of his fat shaft.

“Fuck, so damn, fuckin’ tight,” he gasped holding you by the waist, only to continue feeling your walls ready to milk every last drop of his cum, “You can feel it, can't you? Your pussy throbbing, wanting me to go deeper inside you.”

Ukai gave a quick thrust, feeling you clenching down on him even harder, and your legs immediately wrapped around his hips. If pulling out was a remote chance before, now it became an impossibility; you wanted to feel him finish it in the only way possible: with his cum being thrown deep inside your pussy, so deep that your womb could easily be impregnated.

“You're so– fuck, feels fucking amazing inside you, I could stay here for hours,” Keishin gasps letting his head fall back and giving you the clear view of him swallowing saliva with difficulty, “You'll always be my cute, little princess, but your pussy is slut-worth f'sure”

He looked at you with a small smile and began to actually thrust himself into you, the wet sounds getting louder and louder as your slickness leaked even more and soaked his shaft completely.

His eyes stayed fixed mostly on the image of him disappearing inside your tight heat and soon after reappearing with the tip getting more and more swollen, ready to spew his hot, thick cream; Ukai Keishin must be the luckiest stepfather in the world to have the opportunity to watch you melt for him and let him use you like a human fleshlight.

Slowly you began to feel your orgasm building again, your pussy was getting more and more hypersensitive, almost to the point of hurting, but still: it felt so good, feeling him go deeper and deeper and leave you with your mind blank was so good.

Inevitably your hips began to force themselves against his as the rhythm became more erratic, less rhythmic – Ukai was about to cum, and just when he did, his hands held you forcefully by the waist, holding you still as much as possible as his milk filled you completely, hot, sticky, thick, just the way you imagined it would be.

You could get addicted to the sensation of feeling the pressure of Ukai's fillets of cum filling you from the inside, so addicted that your orgasm came soon after, crashing over your body suddenly and making you clutch desperately against the body of your stepdad, who promptly tucked you into his arms and massaged your back until your breathing slowly began to normalize, to calm down just like his heart that seemed to be sinking into tachycardia.

“I–,” you tried to start to speak, still with your mouth full of your own panties, his hand promptly pulled it out, but placed his index finger over your lips instead.

“Shush, it's so late at night right now, isn't it? What if someone listened to your pretty voice and came over here?” Ukai spoke up stepping away and picking up your shorts, “I need to let you at our home and give you a good bath and then put you to sleep after this full day,” he spoke up, leaning over and leaving a little kiss on your lips before whispering, “And if you can do it here today once, you can do it twice, right?”

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would you ever consider translating sasara and rosho’s new duet? i’m sure it would be a real undertaking what with all the manzai, but i’ve always loved your style of localizing jokes! hope you’re having a great day!

You're very kind. Just for you, anon, I'll brave the horror of Dotsuhon lyrics translation. Under a cut for length. This post is so long Tumblr won't save all of it, so it'll have to be done in two goes.

Notes about style: No attempt to preserve rhyme or rhythm. Likewise, no attempt to match the vocal tone/line delivery/line length of the voice actors. (Ie, I'm not writing subtitles, so it might sound odd if you try to listen to the song at the same time as reading this.) The primary focus is on written tone, including wordplay, so strict adherence to literal meaning is not observed. In particular, since this is supposed to sound like a (radio?) comedy sketch, I'm trying to write it with the generally jocular tone such a performance would have in English. Some notes on jokes to follow for those curious. Sasara and Roshou: Hey, folks! Sasara: You're listening to the one and only Dotsuitare Hompo from Osaka. Roshou: Thanks for having us tonight! Sasara: We're Sasara Nurude and... Roshou: ...Roshou Tsutstujimori. Sasara: We usually have a third guy with us, our older buddy Rei Amayado, but he wasn't able to make it for some reason or another. So, you're stuck with the two of us today. Roshou: Sorry, sorry, and thanks again for having us. Sasara: Anyway, things sure are tough out there these days, huh? Roshou: You're telling me. Sasara: So I'd like to get on the mic and say a couple of jokes, cheer folks up a little bit in this whole mess. Roshou: You? You're the biggest mess there is. [1] But you're right. All anyone needs is a good, hot meal and a couple of laughs, and they're set. Sasara: Yeah! A good, hot banquet or three and a personal comedian. All a person needs in life! Roshou: A tad more expensive than I'd intended, but sure. Sasara: And then if you get a good night's sleep with a warm futon riiiight on the floor, then you're in heaven! Roshou: Wait, hold on. You'll catch a cold sleeping like that! You need a quilt or something at least. Sasara: But then what if I overheat? I'd rather quilt while I'm in bed. Roshou: ...Wait, you messed that up. It's supposed to be "quilt while I'm ah--" whatever, let's move on. [2] [Chorus] Sasara and Roshou: We'll keep our chins up and get through this bad time. And we'll set the whole city laughing until even Tsuutenkaku cracks up. [3] Sasara: Don't worry, everybody. I know things are pretty turbulent right now, but it won't last forever. And hey, at least the state of the world right now is like okonomiyaki, and we all know how much I love that! [4] Roshou: In what sense? Sasara: It keeps getting flipped upside down! [5] Roshou: Oh my god, Sasara. Well, at times like this, it never hurts to have seafood... Sasara: I see food, I eat it! Roshou: ...or anything fried... Sasara: After all this chaos, I know I'm fried. Roshou: ...not to mention smothered in sauce. Sasara: You getting saucy with me, mister? [6] But now you're talking my language! And also, the other day I sewed a--wait, did someone say soda? [7] Roshou: Yes, yes, we all know you love cream soda, but you don't need to bring it into every conversation! Sasara: OK(nomiyaki), that's fair. [8] Roshou: Same goes for okonomiyaki! Sasara: Geez, Roshou, what's your problem? Work with me here; commit to the bit. Roshou: Bit of what? [9] Sasara: The routine! That's my motto: always commit to the bit. Roshou: Well, maybe you'd finally get somewhere in life if you tried committing to the whole thing. [10] Sasara: Hey, low blow. We don't all come with your level of ginger. Roshou: No, but you know what does? Okonomiyaki! [11]

#dotsuitare hompo #hypmic translations #hypmic asks

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BENN; billiards séx

summary: you've read it folks. wc: 3714 tw: p0rn w/o plot, actual seggs read at your own discretion, cunnilingus, bj, fluff at the end, fem reader 🔞

“join you?”

“aye, in billiards. it’s quite lonely on my own.” he cordially requested, extending a hand to you and offering you a stick. “come on. accompany an old man here, aye?” an inviting smile on his lips, voice so deep you feel more drawn, glowing silver eyes under the poorly lit room as it mirrored things more than kindness. you couldn’t help but agree, such a tempting demeanor and you’re somewhat cursing yourself to give in.

you nodded with a smile, accepting the stick he’s offering. your fingers brushing against his sent your heart galloping. “ever played them before?”

“a little, but i forgot now.” you chuckled lightly, standing beside him.

“you’ve been staring at me long enough to remember, i believe.” he positioned himself before giving you a side eye; bending down, his bulging arms extended at one end and the other firmly holding the other end, watching the white ball carefully. seeing you blush tugged a smirk on his lips as he finally struck the ball and scored multiple holes. “don’t think for a second that i don’t catch your glances, sweet girl.”

he’s right. and right now you’re burning. you squirmed under his gaze as you squeeze the stick in your hands. looking down to regulate your temperature, you mustered a reply. “well, what’s a woman to do when someone so brilliant is playing before her. of course she’d muse at him, don’t you think?”

you met his piercing eyes once more, a faint smile on your lips. “brilliant, huh?” he shifted his weight, leaning by the edge of the board with crossed arms. his sinewy biceps protruded out of his fitted shirt, veiny forearms with fading scars never failing to distract you. “i assure you. i am mediocre at most.”

“please don’t humble yourself, vice captain.” you dismissed, walking closer and positioning yourself to hit. “wouldn’t hurt to say thank you to a woman’s compliments.”

“ah, you’re too kind, name.” he rubbed the back of his neck, muscles bulging out once more. you couldn’t help but swallow a lump in your throat, otherwise you’d be drooling. “i’m sure you’re better than me, though. it’s your turn, go ahead.”

he watched you closely as you bent down, stick beside your hips, arms stretched on both ends of the stick, vision narrowed at the white ball before you, you inhaled a deep breath before striking. and you score a couple of balls as well.

“mediocre for a gunman of your caliber? with an aim so precise, i find it hard to believe you.” you retorted as sharpened your pool stick, waiting for him to finish.

“you’re full of praises today, aren’t you?” he replied, striking and scoring a ball. he looked at you afterwards, stolen glances that lingered and meant something more than fondness.

“oh this is rare, vice-cap. cherish it.” you replied with a smirk, sparing him an impish look as you hit for your turn again.

“if there’s one thing i’ll cherish, it’s time with you.” he made his way towards you and leaned his bottom by the board, hands scooping his silver case of cigs in his jeans and putting it between his lips. “you’re good company.” he flicked the ashen lighter open and lit his cig, inhaling the nicotine and blowing smoke away from you.

“am i?” you chuckled lightly, bending down to hit again. “don’t i bore you, though? i’m quite… mediocre.” you side eyed him, seeing a smile form in his lips as he looked down chuckling.

“quite the opposite, love.” he blew smoke once more. “you’re the most intriguing woman i’ve ever met.” his tone was forward, eyes fixed on you as he scanned your movements and your form.

you met his eyes, “should i take that as a compliment coming from a notorious womanizer?” crossing your arms, you leaned your hip by the edge of the board.

“ouch, that’s pretty harsh.” he put a hand on his chest, a little twinge of a jocular pout in his face.

“only the truth.” you dismissed, rolling your eyes.

clearing your throat, you stepped a bit forward. turning to lean your bottom by the board as both of your hands clutch the edge of the board. “so, intriguing, huh? humor me about it, benn.” you nudged him, looking up at the silver-haired. the touch sending electricity across both your bodies, both ignoring the fact that it aroused something primal in the both of you.

“ah cheeky, aren’t you?” he looked at you over his shoulder, a low chuckle elicited from him.

“curious.” you scrunch your nose, chuckling to yourself. “the famed benn beckman find me intriguing?”

“now you’re just teasing, darling.” he rubbed his temples, sounding bashful. “i hope you’re aware that you’re treading on thin ice, young lady. you’re getting a bit… bold.” his tone was dark. in the dimly lit room, the only light being the lampshade and the little window by the far end of the room. you could see his steel eyes illuminate and burn with unspoken yet evident inclination. the smoke translucently traversing between the two of you, the scent of nicotine choking your lungs, his pink lips with a cig in between glossed in ruby from the booze, his pinky and yours precarious against each other—it was all too suffocating but you love the chase.

you replied, “you’re not so innocent yourself, mister.” shifting your weight, you leaned closer to get a good look at his smoky eyes. “your gazes mean something else, don’t they?” you accused, smirk evident on your eyes and tone.

“mean what? tell me?” he turned to the side, facing you. shifting his weight so he could lean closer to your face.

“like you fucking want me.” you returned, looking directly at him. gaze not faltering despite your rabbiting chest and dangerous proximity. “practically undressing me with those fucking glances, yeah?” you leaned a bit closer, tone sharp at each word you uttered. you carefully watch how his eyes trailed down your lips then back to your eyes. as if testing waters. “am i wrong, vice-captain?” you tilted your head in an attempt to taunt.

“it’s painful to keep saying that women are always right.” he sighed heavily before continuing, inhaling and blowing smoke on your face after.

“how about once and for all,” he stood up straight, walking before you. he stood between the space between your legs, alarmingly close. he then caged you in your place, both brawny arms by your side. he raised your chin with one finger to steady your gaze and attention at him and said, “we settle this, aye?”

you reached over and took the cig between his lips with your forefinger and middle finger, he lets you do it without protest. “this is in the way.”

in the blink of an eye, you inhaled a sharp breath before jumping into his arms and smothering his face. your arms and legs wrapped around him as you two soundly made out, he carried you by your bottom as he settled you down by the board.

your hands delicately trail up from his rugged, callous hands that later pressed your waist closer to his hips, to his veiny, scarred arms that soon engulfed you in an embrace, to his thick neck that you later peppered with wet, hot kisses, to his chiseled face that you soon traced his scars in, and to his gainsboro locks that you later persistently pulled on as the kiss got deeper.

his massive hand traversing across the small of your back from down to your bottom up to the back of your head. the taste of tobacco and liquor interspersing in your mouths, a bitter yet delectable taste. wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss, pulling on his snowy locks ever so often and eliciting a smirk from him through the kiss.

he pulled away from your lips, strings or saliva connecting from his lips to yours. his kisses then started from your cheek. down to the juncture between your jaw and neck as he nibbled on the skin, eliciting a stifled whimper from you. he smirked against your skin before traversing down to the column of your neck, placing light and soft kisses before stopping at one part and sucking on it. his other hand holding the conflux of your nape and head, holding it in place or pulling it all according to his will. his other hand firm on your waist, squeezing it ever so often.

he let go of the skin with a pop, satisfied with the large patch of purple on your neck. “that’s the most visible part isn’t it?” you sardonically remarked.

he replied with a smile before pulling you into a kiss again, maneuvering his tongue to explore each nook and cranny of your mouth. your hands trail down his belt, pulling him closer by it as you rubbed your core into his hips; getting more needy.

“impatient, huh?” he bit his lip, smirking as he took his hands off you to undo his belt. “we’ll get there, angel.” he caressed your jaw before discarding the belt someplace.

you then slid your shirt over your head and he did too. you traced each edge, scar, and crevice of his rough torso. musing at each badge of victories and defeats and each mark of resolute battles. you felt his goosebumps spread from your touch, burning fire across his toned body.

“allow me, darling.” his callous hands ran through the smoothness of your skin down to the hem of your shorts. he hooked a couple of his fingers by the belt loops, teasing your shorts off your hips. he fumbled between the buttons and the zipper between his index and middle finger, unbuttoning and unzipping slowly as he held your gaze and you two exchanged precarious kisses. he adored how you looked up at him, half-lidded eyes filled with desire, flushed cheeks, glossy lips, and mouth agape slightly as the thrill of his deliberate and unhurried pace of discarding your clothes left you wanting him more than you already do.

finally, he took it off you along with your last piece of clothing. he slid his hand below the curve of your ass and pulled your hips closer to the edge. “ready?” he scanned for any hint of hesitation and restraint from your eyes, but was glad that it was all amor. you nodded, watching him kneel without breaking eye contact from you. he first started peppering your stomach with licks and hot kisses, sucking on the sensitive spot near your core.

his coarse hands then spread your thighs apart as his mouth watered at what lies between. he planted small kisses on your inner thighs, his stubble poking you a bit and jolting you whenever he gets close to your sensitive core. he chuckled a little when you hid your face, growing embarrassed. “don’t cover your face, sunshine. i’d like to see you while i eat you out.” he smirked, combing through his ashen locks with one hand and the other pulling you closer to his face.

you threw your head back when he licked a long trail along your wet crevice, nails scratching the worn out board. he sucked harshly at each lip, prying your cunt open with his tongue as he rummaged through it up and down. you choked in a moan, hands reaching for his head as you pushed him further by your core. he moaned violently at your gesture, sending vibrations coursing through your body. you fisted his locks as he buried his face deeper in your cunt, sucking soundly while he slithered a finger inside. you could feel your insides churning as you felt your climax approaching.

“g-gonna co-come…!” you meekly declared, thighs twitching as he held it firm beside his head, his actions not slowing down despite your shivering body. if anything, he became merciless. sucking and slurping along your lips and nibbling by your clit, your moans got sloppier and needier. soon enough, you reached your high as you lay flat on the board, panting and looking at the ceiling with hazy eyes. he soon came into vision, both his sinewy arms placed beside your figure as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. “want to rest for a while, angel? that seemed to tire you out.” he affectionately chuckled, brushing the hair sticking on your face and tucking it in your ear. he cupped your cheek with one hand while the other supported his weight.

you shook your head, “just catching my breath.” you mustered out, a smile on your face as you broke into a small laugh. your hands trail from his neck down to his chiseled chest, “plus, you’re not the only one doing the giving, old man.” you sat up, hands trudging down to where his boxers lied teasing the hem of it too. your touch spreading wildfires across his body as it slid beneath the fabric, grabbing a hold of his hard member. you looked up at him and held his gaze as you pump his damp shaft and played with the tip with your fingers. “how does that feel, hm?” you mumbled, pace quickening under the tight fabric.

“what a tease,” he smiled, combing through his locks. “it feels fucking amazing, sweetheart.” he whispered by your ear, a hot kiss planted on the side of your face afterwards. “why don’t you wrap your little lips around it, aye?” he proposed, tone husky.

“but i feel like teasing you a bit more.” you pouted mischievously, pressing the head of his shaft around your palms while the other hand repeatedly pumped the column of it. you saw how he sucked in a deep breath, throwing his head back, and pressing his eyes shut at the sensation. “but if you’d say please, i might reconsider.” you smiled villainously, your authority driving him more wild. a smirk tugged at his lips before surrendering.

“please, darling. choke on it. will you do it for me?” he requested, pleading eyes full of lust and hunger. “please, i’d love to see you bob on it.” his hands reached by your chin, holding it between his forefinger and thumb. despite the word coating his request with gentle kindness, his deep, husky, and sinful voice had managed to make it sexual to your ears.

“naughty old man.” you replied, giving in to his taunting. you jumped off the board and kneeled before him. the tent in his boxers was more prominent than before. you finally slid the last article of clothing down, his member springing up from being kept in tight boxers. you licked a long trail at the column of his shaft, kissing the head with soft pecks afterwards. it stood curved a bit to the right, pronounced veins adorning his shaft, the head had more of a more red tint, his sensitive part comparably paler than the rest of his body, and grey pubes wild around the base of his shaft up to the bottom of his navel.

not long after, you swallowed him whole, immediately choking when the tip touched the back of your throat. “that’s it, sunshine. keep it in there.” he held your jaw, fitting perfectly in his large hand as he grinded his hips forward. “pretty fucking face.” he uttered before letting you go, his shaft glistening in your saliva as strings of it connected from his member to your lips.

you choked a bit before sucking in his head back one more, holding his gaze again as he placed both of his hands for support at the edge of the board; letting you do your magic. you bobbed loudly, slurping sounds sinfully echoing across the room in chorus with his throaty moans and praises.

“i’m c-coming, love.” he groaned, holding your jaw once more as your face got sticky with precome and saliva. minutes later, your throat was filled with his hot release. a satisfied moan escaping his lips as he caressed your sticky cheeks. your fingernails dug at his hips at his overflowing release in your mouth.

your back was now facing him as he positioned himself behind you, teasing his thick member on your plush lips when he rubbed it between your crevice. the squelching juices stimulating both of you. he gave your bottom a loud smack before kissing it lightly, leaving a huge handprint immediately after. he grabbed a hold of one of your legs as he propped one up in the board while the other stood and supported your weight to open you up more before pushing himself inside slowly. both of you hitching a sharp breath at the first stretch.

one of his arms was placed beside you as he supported himself while the other fisted and squeezed your propped up leg, trying to move back and forth in your tight cunt.

“mind if i go a little rough, darling?” he whispered by your ear, sucking on the flesh a bit.

“by all means, destroy me.”

he laughed meekly, before pacing himself in an unholy speed that drove you beyond insanity. your nails scraped through the board as the friction of his member pacing in and out your core sent your stomach in a flurry. you propped both of your hands up in an attempt to support yourself and gather all reason within you that he painlessly took.

he leaned forward, stippling your shoulder with faint kisses. you threw your head back as you clenched around him. his tip touching your cervix and his girth fully stretching you out each time he moved, you whined at the combined pain and pleasure. “enjoying yourself, love?” he panted by your ear, biting it afterwards.

“f-fuck you’re deep.” you mumbled slurred words and your moans grew more sinful and louder, not caring jackshit if anybody hears you. he groans gutturally, squeezing and kneading the flesh on your bottom at each thrust, accompanied by his constant mumbling of slurred words about how good he feels.

his pace was brutal, yet the words he whispered were so delicate. do i go slower? am i hurting you? how does this feel? that’s it love, take it. i’ll make you feel good, alright? do you love it? i can go faster as long as you can take it, hm? that’s a good girl, taking me so well. you look so pretty like this, my love. am i a bit rough? this okay?

you felt him throb and rub against your sensitive cunt, friction and heat leaving your eyes rolling at the back of your head. you couldn’t muster out a proper sentence; your head was fuzzy and clouded with sex. your chest tightening from the amount of pleasure you were stimulated with. your stomach tickling as your climax approached with each thrust.

“can i come inside?” he said between pants and low curses, hips stuttering as he neared his high. you nodded looking over your shoulder, skin sweating and sticking against each other.

in mere seconds, you felt him pulsate inside as ropes of hot come filled you up along with his throaty moan of relief. pushing himself one last time until the last drop before finally pulling out as he watched it spill out of your wet lips.

he reached over to one of his clothes to wipe you clean off before carrying your limp body off the board and onto the wide sofa in the room. he placed you down by the couch, settling beside you as he draped his coat over your bare, sweaty bodies.

his scent is pungent with cigarettes, booze, and a little bit of sweat. you inhaled him deep and nuzzled closer to his chest. his arm wrapped around you, tracing circles on your shoulder down to your arms as settled by his neck.

“you afraid anyone’s going to see us here?” you spoke softly, drawing shapes in his broad, scarred chest.

“not quite, ‘s not like they can do anything about it.” he chuckled, chest thundering by his low laugh. his free hand reached over to tuck your hair by your ear, and rub your cheeks lightly. “besides, you were loud enough earlier to serve as a warning.” he teased, tickling your neck with his calloused fingers.

you hid your burning face deeper in his neck, hitting his chest lightly. “freaky old man.”

“oh but you love it so much, aye?” he nudged you a bit, tangling your legs tighter under his coat.

“but, i’d like to be serious with you for a bit.” he started, looking down at you. you anticipated his response, looking up at his smoky eyes. “what do you say we grab ourselves dinner and we go around town, yeah? buy you those clothes you’ve had your eye on lately, or some desserts maybe. give you a bouquet and a peck on the cheek. hand in hand as we hang by the beach and watch the stars or maybe get drunk by the pub and talk all night about some stuff. we can screw around those silly games at the carnival, win you a stuffy or two, hm? or maybe try every street food and stuff ourselves full after.” he went on, fitting your hand in his large ones as he traced your fingers with his. “and when we finally get tired, we’d do this again but… it’d be in my quarters with romantic candles, roses, a lingerie on you maybe, and more love this time, aye?” he narrated slowly with hand movements, as if picturing it out for you.

your heart swelled at the thought, you took a deep inhale to try and not suffocate at your hammering chest and smiled ear to ear. “what a sap.” you looked up at him, hugging him tighter. “except that lingerie part, i’ll kick your ass.” you nudged him playfully as he giggled like a bastard before you looked back again into his deep, gray eyes. “treating me like a princess, huh?”

“well darling, you deserve to be.” he booped your nose, placing a kiss at the top of your head. “it’d be a waste to lose that sunshine on your face.”

“tch, bore someone else with your old ass.”

“ah, i know you love it. c’mere.”

just woke up one day, got thirsty for him, and fleshed this out

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Analysis of the German gay film #freefall / #freierfall PART 1

For the 10th anniversary (omg! 10 years already!) of one of my favorite movies I decided to make an analysis of the film and especially of the scenes between these two great actors. Max Riemelt and Hanno Koffler. Kay and Marc. Marc and Kay. Yes, I'm in love with both of them. It's a movie that I don't know how many times I've seen that without knowing German I know the dialogues by heart. I hope you appreciate it and above all that this will encourage the fandom and the possible realization of the second part, which I am looking forward to. From time to time I will upload parts analyzing the film from my perspective after having seen it so many times and having understood different nuances over the years.

HERE IT IS PART 1:

The film begins at the police academy training where we immediately see that, in a practice on the athletics track, Marc is not able to keep up with his teammates and is falling behind until the group is already well ahead of him. While he is panting, he can't take it anymore and just walks while his teammates continue running.

After this scene we can already appreciate the first moment where the protagonists, Marc and Kay share something more than a shot and that is that (for the moment) they are roommates. Marc decides to get up early for what presumably is to go to practice the speed test that as we have witnessed in the first minutes of the film is one of his weak points. What should be noted, moreover, is that in the first scene of the film, the advanced student at the head of the group of runners is, precisely, Kay. Before Marc leaves the room we already have the first joke of Kay towards Marc where he tells him lying down with a jocular tone "how much God helps the early risers", Marc's response and to which we will have to get used to is to look at Kay and tell him everything with this gesture without uttering a word, but sketching a small smile.

In the next appearance of both, although we already see friction between their bodies, it is not a friendly one, but rather, they are immersed in another police practice, this time with the riot uniform on where they recreate a demonstration and what it would mean to charge against the violent people who confront the police. Kay pretends to be one of them while Marc lines up with another group of comrades making a common police front. Marc takes the lead in the attack after the instructor's express order and it is not quite clear why in the following scene. Kay bursts in with force to take down the policeman who is blocking his way, as it could not be otherwise it is a Marc- Kay melee.

Why do the two end up arguing and with unbridled aggression? The answer is confusing. Perhaps Marc in an attempt to forget his poor performance in the speed test wants to stand out this time. Albeit in a dirty way, as he achieves his purpose by taking Kay to the ground after kicking him. Or is it just an excuse involving both of them to keep them together because after Kay abruptly gets up from the floor he starts insulting Marc and Marc doesn't stand still, but answers him and confronts him too. Be that as it may, the two are called to attention and forced to pay a visit to the director of the academy to somehow fix what just happened. Without knowing how to answer what happened in this scene, it is certain that their joint reprimand plants the seed of friendship between the police trainees.

The smoke, the cigarettes and the simple act of smoking embodies the meeting point between the two and for that very reason, blessed tobacco. After having passed by the director's office, they meet again, as if not smoking in the street. And here is the exact moment where the chemistry between them begins. In this scene Kay makes his famous joke towards the head of the academy with his phrase "a real poet that Brandt", jokes that Marc begins to love as he lets out a laugh.

I also want to highlight the small details. The small details are everything. Hence the reason for this analysis. Kay asks Marc if he has a light to light his cigarette and he was about to take Marc's hand where he had the cigarette and bring it close to his to light it, a scene that we will see later on that not only will make Marc slightly uncomfortable, but also shows the unresolved sexual tension between them and how it is precisely the small details that will make them both fall in love with each other. Here comes Marc's forgiveness of Kay for his attitude at practice earlier and his attraction to the blonde-haired man. Kay starts smoking not just any cigarette but a joint. If there is one adjective that defines Kay it is bravery and fearlessness. He is smoking marijuana in the middle of the police academy after having been reprimanded by the director (!!)

Can that turn us on more? Marc also shows that he is not only attracted to this, even if he resists, but that he likes it, because he ends up accepting the puff that Kay offers him. Kay's courage seems to have no limits and they decide to go to the academy pool at night, defying all the rules. Marc keeps asking him if he's crazy, but he follows Kay and they both end up taking a dip in the pool and playing with each other. This scene is THE scene.

It is because of this scene that their love language begins to develop. All couples have their own language where there are words or even phrases that only they know what they mean. This is where Kay in order to entice Marc to take a bath with him says the "pussy" thing to him, appealing to Marc's masculinity and manliness. Obviously his pride as a man does not allow him to look like a pussy in the eyes of others and that word from Kay will be the impetus to make Marc take action. Throughout the film the word "pussy" will make them both smile at each other when they hear it.

#free fall #freier fall #marc x kay #max riemelt #hanno koffler #gay cinema #gay movies #lgtbq characters #gay story #hope you like it #love language #gay love

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

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( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

The sunlight which crept through the curtains had woken him up quite early on what is his day off, with half open eyes he reaches for her only to be met with nothing, confused he opens his eyes more to find that her side of the bed was empty which sent him on a frenzy, as far as he knew she wasn’t meant to be working today, he sits up then leaves the bed as well as their room in search of her.

He peeks through the majority of rooms, finding nothing until a camera shutter from the living room alerted him of where she was, sleepily he walks into the spacious area to find her lounging on the couch with a camera in hand, a brand new camera, without much of a word he settles next to her; presses a kiss to the curvature of her neck, " Now why did you leave me in bed all alone hm? "

A giggle erupts her lips followed by an amused look. " I didn’t know you were clingy " she said with a jocular tone.

He rolled his eyes at her, recalling one of their many conversations in which she had pointed out that he was ‘clingy’ whenever the pair spent time together, be it alone or with friends and family; he either had her caged in his embrace, or found any and all excuses to have his hands on her. " Can you blame me? " he whispers, his digits trailing imaginary shapes across the length of her arm, " I’m blessed with the sexiest photographer in the world as my girlfriend, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t have you leaving the bed at all, fuck those models I’ll be your only muse "

The phrasing seemed to have ignited a mischievous glint in her eyes, " My only muse you say? " she said with a soft tone.

He recognized the look in her eyes, " Anything you want, I’m here "

She grows silent, leaning her head against his shoulder, she asked. " Have you ever done a nude photoshoot? "

The inquiry elicited a hearty laugh, he tilted his heas; pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before replying, " I can’t say I have, but if you’re offering " he trailed off with a playful tone. " I wouldn’t be against it "

She retorts with a playful tone, " You wouldn’t be against the whole world getting a first look at your cock? "

He smirks then whispers, " Are you going to leak the photos? "

" I might … " She grins then leans in, " So? "

He grows silent for a moment before responding, " I’ll do it "

Her face lights up as she leans in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. " You’re the best "

He smiles softly, " Come on, let’s head to the bedroom "

The pair walk together in a tension filled silence, once they walked in; he undressed entirely, then climbed on top of the bed looking at her, " Now what? "

" Now? " She said with a shaky breath, " You just relax and let me take charge "

To say the air was tense would be an understatement, she barely could contain her composure as she snapped a few photos before muttering a soft, " Perfect "

Sergio on the other hand, knew what he was doing to her; he thrived on it, " Are you ok amor? " he asked with a teasing tone.

" Yeah " She responds, a little too quickly.

He chuckles at her reaction, " Amor, come here "

She walks up to the side of the bed, he reaches over to grab her hand. " Let’s make a film, our private film "

Her eyes widened, " a film? like a … "

" Exactly! " He smirks, " Set up the camera for me; strip, climb on top of the bed and ride my cock like the good girl you are "

She bites her lip in hesitance before boldly nodding, " Ok " she walks up the vanity table, setting the camera in place then, she undressed then pressed the record button, she walked up to the bed and climbed on top, settling herself on top of his lap. " Now what? "

His hand rests idly on her hip while the other caresses her breasts, " Settle in comfortably, let me sink my cock in that warm pussy of yours "

She whimpers in response, " Sergio "

He sinks his cock deep into her pussy, the pair gasping in unison, he sits up then pulls her into his embrace, their lips colliding in a heated kiss. " Amor " he whispers against her lips, pecking them softly before adding. " Tell me, do you feel it? do you feel my cock deep inside your warm pussy? "

She nods slowly, inhaling a sharp breath upon feeling his hips grind against hers. " Yes " she whispers.

" Think you can be a good girl, and bounce on my cock " He whispers, his lips trailing soft kisses against the base of her throat. " Please amor, want to see you bounce up and down " he murmurs.

She throws her head back, releasing labored breaths through her trembling lips. " Fuck "

She composed herself, exchanging heated kisses; then she sets a leisure pace, gently moving up and down while he gripped her waist tightly, her trembling lips were parted releasing the softest sounds that spurred him on, " Oh my ... feels so good " she whispers.

" Such a good girl " His thumb caresses her clit, eliciting louder moans from her, " Or maybe, you're a slut ... aren't you? " he grunts upon feeling her slick walls clench around his cock, " You're such a slut, riding this cock like your life depends on it "

She whines, " Sergio, I ... Oh my god " she gaps, throwing her head back. " Fuck, do that again "

" What, this? " He thrusts up, eliciting a gasp from her, she wraps an around him while he nuzzled his face in her neck. " My perfect cock loving slut " he murmurs, alternating between nibbling and kissing the skin.

She moans, " Please "

" Please what amor, use your words " He cooed, " Tell me what you need "

" Need your fingers " She whispers in his ear.

He smirks, " I'm glad you asked "

His thumb was soon joined in by his index digit, rubbing circular shapes while she whimpered and withered in pure ecstasy, " You're going to cum, aren't you? " he whispers.

She nods, " Yeah ... "

His ministrations had grown rapid, whilst his lips found her own, their tongues colliding in a heated battle eliciting sounds from either of them, " Fuck amor, you're squeezing my cock "

" Sergio " She moans, " Please, don't stop "

" I'm not stopping anytime soon " He whispers, resting his forehead on hers. " Your pussy is mine " his hand reached up to wrap around her throat, " Tell me amor, who's fucking this pussy so well hm? "

" You " She said through strangled breaths, " Fuck "

" Scream it amor, who's ... " He thrusted, " fucking " he thrusted once again, " is fucking " he thrusted then kissed her deeply, " this pussy? "

" YOU SERGIO, FUCK ... ONLY YOU "

Just then, the knot in her lower abdomen exploded; her arousal seeped through drenching his cock before she was enveloped with the warm sensation of his own arousal, eliciting a soft 'Fuck' from her lips, he then tugged her towards him, his hand resting on her back while the other rested on the side of her neck, their lips lazily moving against one another before he murmured, " I love you "

She smiled, " I love you too "

He pulled out, electing a whine from her at the loss of warmth and a chuckle from him, he went over to fetch the camera then he returned to bed, " While this wasn't our best work, I think we can try further "

She giggled, " Are you considering a career out of this? "

" I mean why not? " He joked, " I'm handsome, you're fucking gorgeous "

" You idiot, this ... is just, two people that love each other and having fun, though I admit, this will be fun to watch again, and again and again when you're away for matches " She smirks.

He bites his lips, " You better record every minute of you fucking that pussy while I'm gone "

She pecked his lips, " You got it "

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos blurb #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos smut #sergio x reader #sergio ramos fanfiction

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mooncello · 8 months

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Lloyd swings his electric gaze to me, pointing at me and then at Cole. “In the meantime, you two—figure out whatever the hell is going on between you.”

I straighten in my chair and blush under the stares of five pairs of eyes. (Okay, four. Cole is fixated on his hands.)

“Lloyd is right,” Jay adds, looking between us with some interest. “The vibe in the house has been weird for over a week.”

“Which is annoying, but not critical,” Lloyd says. His tone tilts into lecture mode, and I use all my self-control to not roll my eyes. “It becomes a problem when it starts to affect missions.”

Lloyd folds his arms across his chest. “Kai and Cole: you did not work together yesterday. You didn’t listen or cooperate. You were distracted from the task. And the bridge we spent all afternoon repairing needs to be fixed—again.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cole shift uncomfortably.

“Yes, dad,” I mutter sarcastically.

Lloyd ignores it and sends me a stern glare. “Figure it out.”

“What is going on anyway?” Jay asks, tone teasing and jocular. He snickers. “You both like the same girl?”

“Dude…I’m gay,” Cole says. Almost wearily. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and how do we not know this already.

The room expands with silence for one long suspended moment. Then Jay reaches over to clap Cole on the shoulder with an embarrassed laugh. “Oh, hey! That’s…that’s awesome, man. Uh—why didn’t you tell us before?”

“Cole does not owe anybody that information, Jay,” Zane says. “He gets to choose when and with whom to share.”

“Thanks, man,” Cole says quietly. “Also, none of you ever asked.”

I’m staring at Cole, my brain humming at his statement. I’m not surprised, I don’t think. (Am I surprised?) But maybe that’s because I’ve been fantasizing about him for the past week, and it’s all been…very, very gay.

Cole doesn’t appear distressed at his clearly unplanned coming out. He doesn’t look mad or even relieved, just…matter of fact. Like he just told us his eyes are brown, or he likes rock music and cake and restoring gardens. It’s just…who he is, and—he’s totally right—none of us noticed or asked about it.

We never fucking noticed.

it's sunday night, so a new chapter is up!

#ninjago #lavashipping #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #cole x kai #kai x cole #ao3 fanfic #everyone finally learns cole is gay #how did they not know already??#lgbtq #LavaChroniclesAU

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kiyovazquez · 1 month

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Memories - Macaque x Kiyo

Notes: I like to write although I may lack practice. English is not my first language so I used a translator, I'm sorry if the writing has spelling mistakes or pronouns are changed haha.

It was a warm night with a full moon, where its silvery glow filtered through the bright lights of the city. From atop the roof, the warm wind brought echoes of pop music and muffled laughter rising from the apartments.

On an old blanket of light blue and white, Macaque lay in a carefree posture, a half-drunk can of soda in his hand. Beside him, Kiyo gazed up at the night sky; her short dark hair contrasted with the pearly color of her scaly skin.

The young goddess turned her face to her six eared demon friend and gave a half-smile.

—I can't believe you went so many years without dating— she whispered in a jocular tone. — You've got to be kidding me.

Macaque gave him an amused look back, undeterred by the teasing.

—Maybe I exaggerate a little— said Macaque with a half-smile, before taking a sip. — There was the occasional fling, but I was more focused on getting revenge on Wukong and making his life miserable than I was on my love life.

Kiyo listened to him intently, her eyes reflecting the moonlight.

—But... —she encouraged him to continue.

Macaque let out a short laugh and sighed, as if recalling some memory of his past wanderings.

—I must admit I have a few stories to tell— he admitted mischievously. — Some antics from my youth that might interest you. But that's for another night...

Macaque laid his back on the old blanket, leaving the half-drunk can to one side. He clasped his hands behind his neck and closed his yellow eyes in a carefree attitude. He smiled sideways as he heard a soft moan come from the lips of Kiyo, who stood beside him.

—Come on, I know well your taste for bragging about your exploits— she prompted him mischievously. — I don't think a few past love stories will tarnish your reputation.

Macaque opened his healthy eye and looked at her from the corner of his eye, with a mischievous smile peeking between his lips.

—Are you jealous? — he asked mockingly. — Why so much interest in my love life?

Kiyo raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the joke. The moonlight reflected off her scales, giving her an unearthly glow.

—I'm simply intrigued to learn more about you— she replied calmly, lying down beside him on her side so she could see him. — Unless you fear not living up to your own legends.

Macaque let out a short laugh. He knew the goddess had succeeded in disarming his cunning trap. So, he took a deep breath and prepared to evoke his most secret memories to please his astute listener, who looked at him intrigued to learn more about his love interest.

—The truth is that I have only fallen in love twice— confessed Macaque in a low voice.

Kiyo arched an eyebrow in a mocking gesture, though her eyes revealed a hint of surprise. Over 500 years of existence and only having two affairs was hardly believable.

—I don't believe you— she replied mockingly.

—There is a difference between mere carnal pleasure and true love— he replied wisely.

—I must agree with you on that one— Kiyo admitted, easing his mockery. —May I know more details?

Macaque averted his gaze and his smirk faded. He reflected with a more serene and calm countenance.

—Mmmhhh... – he mumble between my lips, debating internally. — If I talk too much, it could ruin my reputation— he said in a thoughtful tone.

—Not even for me? — the girl asked. Her eyes, veiled in doubt, searched his. —I promise to keep silent.

Macaque analyzed her request. Talking about his first love with her, his only friend, didn't seem so far—fetched. However, he still wasn't sure he could trust her with his secret.

Kiyo noticed his hesitation. Her voice, suddenly softened, caressed his ears:

—We have all fallen in love with people who in the end have not been worth it, you should not be ashamed of that... —she murmur, trying to reassure his friend. — Forgive me, you shouldn't tell me if you don't feel comfortable talking about it.

Kiyo lay down next to him, contemplating the starry blanket above them. Only a few stars shone amidst the darkness of the city. Macaque pondered silently, wondering whether to finally unveil that memory buried for centuries. The warmth of his friend enveloped him, softening the old wounds of time.

In the background, a soft melody was playing from the young goddess's phone, with a metallic light blue tone. Macaque did not recognize the song, but its rapture filled his serene mood.

After a while of thoughtful silence, he spoke in a murmur:

—Wukong....

Kiyo looked up into his friend's yellow eyes expectantly. That revelation was coming after centuries of secrecy.

—I guess he was my first love.

The goddess could not hide her surprise. Was he in love with his now nemesis? The one who once tormented her out of past grievances. Kiyo ignored the details of the story between Wukong and Macaque, ignorant of a past not yet fully revealed, only that they were great friends, brothers in the order founded by the Monkey King where together with other demons not only guarded their home, but sought to rebel against the gods. Until, after the defeat and imprisonment of Wukong for five hundred years, some grudge broke their bond. And in their last encounter, Macaque lost not only an eye, but his life at the hands of what was once his best friend and brother. He later resurfaced, thanks to Lady Bone Demon's “favor”, but what happens next is a separate story.

—But you hate Wukong now… —muttered Kiyo, still trying to assimilate that unexpected revelation.

—You said you'd keep quiet— Macaque reminded him with just a hint of annoyance at the break in his story.

He exhaled a sigh and continued. Her yellow eyes were lost in the silvery moonlight, avoiding her friend's curious gaze.

—I was an insignificant, weak and lonely demon back then. Wukong was the first to see more than that in me. He saw my hidden potential, a potential I was not even aware of yet. And I fell prey to his vision, to his trust.... I fell in love with the one who for the first time made me feel valuable. The one who saw me as something more than a shadow....

Kiyo listened hurriedly, lying on her side so as not to lose detail of the story. She watched Macaque's face, which looked remote and sorrowful at the same time. His yellow eyes were lost in the moon or wandered to another distant point, avoiding her gaze, as if he regretted even today to stir with his words those feelings buried deep down for ages. His voice held echoes of sadness, resentment and spite not entirely healed by time. Kiyo understood then that the wounds of the heart are the slowest to heal.

Kiyo waited in silence, contemplating Macaque's lost gaze, still absorbed in old memories. Shee did not want to interrupt his train of thought.

At last, in a barely audible whisper, she dared to ask:

—Did you ever tell him?

Macaque denied with an ironic grimace.

—I kept my secret out of cowardice. I was afraid my love would ruin our friendship or be unrequited. But I think he knew— a sad smile curved his lips. — Wukong had that telltale look that betrayed he was deciphering my feelings even without words, but he preferred to feign ignorance to spare us the awkwardness.

Kiyo looked at him with a mixture of compassion and regret. She did not want his friend to relive old useless pains.

Macaque noticed his regret and spoke in a calmer tone:

—After Wukong's imprisonment, I tried to remake my life outside the Brotherhood. I had the occasional carnal encounter with demons and mortals, men and women alike, but they were only fleeting moments to forget. When I saw him with that monk, something snapped in me. Jealousy and spite choked my reason. It was my undoing.

He said this last with a wry smile. He admitted his bad temper, although the spite of the one who once made him feel special and now abandoned him to his fate, was deeper.

—Wukong made me discover what's behind this facade. And in the end, he left me alone again, just like before I met him. I guess this stupid heart still hurts even today.

A sigh escaped from his chest, laden with the melancholy of unfulfilled dreams. Kiyo understood that fear of risking everything for unrequited love. And he also understood that time had not completely healed the wound of the unconfessed youthful passion for his enemy of today, for the one who was once his most precious brother and his everything.

Kiyo understood Macaque's feelings perfectly. She herself had known Wukong's love not long ago, recalling his tender words, warm embraces and sweet caresses. Even though she knew now that it was wisest to maintain a friendship, deep down she longed for the peace lavished on her by his company and their courtship that she once saw as a dream achieved.

Gently she slid her hand up to meet Macaque's, entwining their fingers in a mute comforting gesture and asking if she could take the next step.

—Wukong had the ability to make himself indispensable to those he loved— she sighed, resting her empathetic gaze on him. — I know what it's like to be made to feel unique only to be abandoned. I'm sorry you carried that pain for so long.

Macaque was surprised by that physical contact unaccustomed to such displays. A small, barely perceptible blush appeared on his cheeks and he smiled a smile of gratitude, squeezing Kiyo's hand in silent gratitude. She truly understood his suffering, and with her gesture she was giving him the warmth he so desperately needed to finally heal the wounds of the past.

—Time heals everything. It no longer hurts; only a closed scar remains. Now I focus my energy on other, more profitable goals.

—What do you mean? —Kiyo asked curiously.

—Oh, you know. Annoying grumpy little gods who sleep like hibernating bears— he replied mockingly.

Kiyo feigned indignation, punching him gently in the chest which made Macaque laugh.

—How dare you talk about me like that! —she protested with laughter.

—Calm down, I never mentioned names. If you identify yourself, it's your problema— he replied with sly mischief, causing Kiyo to blush with embarrassment.

The two continued to laugh merrily, leaving sad memories of the past to which they belonged. Their hands remained clasped in a sign of the trust and comfort they now shared with each other, aware as they were of not being too physical with even their closest confidants.

When Kiyo's song ended and a new one began, Macaque still didn't recognize the melody, completely oblivious to the current pop culture, but he could hear part of the tune.

"And even though I think about you day and night

I'm not sure if this whole love thing

Sounds quite right"

—So... —whispered Kiyo, looking away from the song and focusing on the golden eyes of his partner.— You mentioned two loves.... who was the second one?

—Mmhh? —Macaque murmured, puzzled.

—You said you fell in love twice. You already told me about Wukong, who was the other person who stole your heart?

Macaque blushed slightly and let out an enigmatic chuckle that left Kiyo intrigued. Was he teasing her?

—You'll know in time— he replied, averting his gaze again to the stars.

Kiyo was about to complain when she noticed a subtle squeeze on her hand. She looked up at Macaque and was moved by what she saw. Though he was looking up at the sky, his face wore a smile different from his sarcastic grimaces: it was warm, serene, even tender. Her golden eyes shone like stars in a peaceful countenance as her face was bathed in moonlight, letting it reflect the warmth and peace she felt inside.

Several minutes passed before Kiyo understood the hidden meaning behind her gestures. A blush covered her cheeks as she realized the obvious.

Oh...

Silently, she entwined her fingers in his, returning the sentiment with the same tenderness. She was falling again.

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