At the risk of sounding anti-intellectual, I think that college should be free and also not a requirement for employment outside of highly specialized career fields
technically you can, if you don't care about degrees.
Free Harvard courses.
Free Courses from Stanford.
Free Courses from MIT.
Free courses from Yale.
Free courses from Princeton.
Free courses on Coursera.
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For paid, there's The Great Courses+/Wonderium. 20$ a month for unlimited courses.
When searching, the phrases you're looking for are Massive Open Online Courses (MOOCs), or you can do a general search of say, "free online college courses."
Oh, and so you don't get surprised like I did, have an avoid: Hillsdale College is a conservative Christian site and not a valid MOOC place. Sign up with them and you will get things like THIS IS WHY THE LEFT IS TURNING YOUR KIDS TRANS AND GAY in your inbox.
moving in with caleb was bound to have its ups and downs... but did he have to modify everything in his home to keep track of you?
cw: fem. reader, caleb being overprotective and borderline insane, lowkey stalking, cameras, established relationship, reader can be mc or not, #ilovecaleb, mullet caleb yummy, wrote this listening to my 2020 playlist...
everything in caleb's space was so very... you. the foods in the fridge, the furniture, the tidiness of it all. there was so much of you, and it was quickly becoming a safe haven.
it seemed everything caleb owned was carefully picked out with your interests and not his.
you remember asking him about it, if he was truly okay with you taking over his space like this; especially since you never spent a dime while with him.
his answer still fresh in your mind.
"trust me honey, this is all i've ever wanted." he said with a sincere smile and a pat to your head, "besides, there's still a lot of me around, you just gotta find it."
back then, you weren't sure what he meant exactly and seen it as a way of him comforting you.
now, however, as the microwave locked your frozen dinner in there you realized what he meant.
caleb always cooked for you, he knew your desired calorie intake, allergies, and all the foods you didn't like.
you never had to lift a finger in the kitchen when he was around, because he had already taken care of everything before you even had the chance to think about it.
but now, standing in the quiet hum of the microwave, the absence of his presence was deafening. he was on a rather long mission with the fleet. he did prepackage all your meals, labeled and all, but admittedly... being bored with nothing to do except eat made the meals go quicker than expected. surprisingly, there was a frozen pasta dinner shoved in the back of the freezer. it wasn't the most ideal, but it was the best you could do without your personal chef and boyfriend.
it was a little embarrassing how dependent you became on him. you knew if he were here, he'd kiss your head and tell you he'll make those nasty thoughts go away.
there were still traces of him all around you, in the way the spice rack was arranged just so, the way the couch cushions bore the slightest indent from where he always sat, and even the basket of apples on the counter.
you sighed, leaning against the counter as the microwave beeped, signaling your sad little dinner was ready.
there was a small problem though.
the microwave wasn't opening.
no matter how much strength you used, the door just wasn't opening. you felt your eyebrow twitch; did you somehow manage to break his microwave? there was no way; sure, you relied on him a bit, but you definitely remembered the basics in the kitchen.
before you could get more frustrated, your phone dinged.
caleb <3: where did u even find that lol? thought i threw those all out :,)
you stared at your phone in deadpan before glancing back at the microwave, quickly texting back.
[name]: how did you even...?
caleb <3: baby, i got eyes everywhere
you huffed, shaking your head. of course he somehow knew you were about to eat the one frozen dinner he swore he got rid of.
[name]: okay, stalker. but actually, i think ur microwave is broken??? it won’t open.
the typing bubble appeared instantly.
caleb <3: yeah, ik... had some free time, messed around with a few things :p
another message came through right after.
caleb <3: say, what happened to the meals i prepared for you?
then another...
caleb <3: did you not like them? let me know so i know for the future if your tastes changed, sorry pretty girl
you were quick to type out a response, seeing as his typing bubble didn't disappear.
[name]: no!! i loved them all, just... they're gone :(
the message was marked as read immediately as he your phone began to ring.
you sighed, but your lips curled into a small smile as you answered.
“hi, caleb.”
“hi,” he echoed, his voice warm despite the slight scolding tone. “now, tell me, honey—how are they already gone? i made sure they’d last until i got back.”
you pouted, sinking further into the couch. “i got bored… and they were really good.”
caleb chuckled, and you could just picture the way he’d be shaking his head if he were here. “i swear, you’re gonna make me start rationing your meals.”
“you wouldn’t.”
“would i?”
you frowned. “…would you?”
his laugh came through the speaker, low and sweet. “nah, i could never say no to you. but seriously, baby, if you need more food, i'll order something. don’t go eating those frozen meals, they’re so bad for you.”
“it’s just one,” you mumbled.
“still. i don’t like the thought of you eating that while i’m gone.”
you sighed, tugging at the microwave one more time. “well, maybe if you weren’t so far away…”
“aw, do you miss me, pretty girl?”
you refused to answer that; he already knew the answer.
caleb hummed. “yeah… i miss you too.”
his voice was softer now, and your chest ached at how much you just wanted him here.
“i’ll be back soon,” he promised. “then i’ll make you something actually edible, alright?”
you smiled. “alright.”
“good girl.”
you felt your cheeks heat up, and caleb laughed again, as if he knew. (which he did).
“love you, honey.”
“love you too,” you murmured, holding the phone a little tighter. "why exactly is the microwave locked?" you decided to question one more time.
caleb chuckled, "i know you, [name]. even if i wasn't watching you, you'd open it and still eat the pasta. better to take... precautionary measures for my pipsqueak. did you even check the expiration date?"
ignoring his question, you did a quick lookover of the room, looking for the camera he had somewhere as he only laughed. "maybe instead of looking for the cameras, find what else i modified in the house, it'll keep you occupied. i'll order you food in the meantime."
you groaned, flopping back against the couch. “caleb, i swear, if you messed with anything else—”
“if? honey, i definitely did.”
your eyes narrowed. “like what?”
“mmm, can’t say. that’d ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?”
you let out a dramatic sigh. “you are a menace.”
“and you love me for it.”
unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong.
you stood up, glancing around the apartment, suddenly suspicious of everything. you had no idea when he found the time to do all this, but knowing caleb, he planned ahead weeks in advance, just for moments like these.
the phone call was cut short as commotion started on his mission, leading you to sadly have to hang up.
you sighed, setting your phone down and eyeing the apartment with renewed suspicion.
as if on cue, you heard a soft click.
you turned your head slowly.
the front door.
more specifically, the new deadbolt that you definitely hadn’t installed.
your stomach dropped. oh, no.
another quick text from caleb.
caleb <3: your food is outside, i unlocked the door for you to grab it <3 be quick.
you did as he said, quickly grabbing the food delivery from outside, the door locking as soon as you got back in.
[name]: caleb. why is the door locked from the outside?
it took him a moment to reply, likely caught up with work, but when his name finally popped up on your screen, you already knew you wouldn’t like his answer.
caleb <3: oh, that? safety measures, honey. u can unlock it, but only through the app i installed on ur phone :)
you blinked. what app?
as soon as you asked, a new icon appeared on your screen—a sleek little security app with a familiar-looking otto icon.
caleb <3: just in case u ever get any funny ideas about leaving late at night alone.
your jaw dropped.
[name]: caleb. you remote locked me inside our home.
caleb <3: our very safe home! where nothing bad can happen to u!! :D i'll text u when i get to safety, enjoy ur food pipsqueak!
For the writers struggling to rid themselves of the classic ‘said’. Some are repeated in different categories since they fit multiple ones (but those are counted once so it adds up to 100 new words).
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITER’S DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMN IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT I’M USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS
Oh you have a cock? Prove it. Take multiple pictures from multiple angles, hard and soft, hanging loosely and you holding it in your hand. Also I wanna make sure it's working properly so post a couple videos of you nutting. Make sure to take a few pics of you squeezing your balls too just to enforce the idea ☺️
Warnings: foul language, Nsfw, BDSM, degradation and maybe some violence (please know I write this before writing the Fic, so I'm taking a guess here)
Warning 2: um. I decided to do something as a "Joke" that ended up not being a joke- ish. So if you read WRITER'S BLOCK, I make mention of a Gun scene- .... Go figure, it has happened.
@hollowbutcanlove enjoy :)
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"Amir~ come on, you weren't this stuck up the ass before." You taunted, currently cuffed to a metal chair, you couldn't do much more other than taunt him with your words. You moved your arms just slightly, and even though the movement was minimal, it still made the metal handcuffs clink loudly against the chair.
How did you end up in this situation? A slight mishap- you were doing your usual little side hustle as you would call it; hacking into shady corporation's data and making copies of it. At this point you were just making yourself a big folder of all the good information- more out of the fun of doing it rather than doing it to ruin them.
It was definitely an odd pass time, but it was the thrill of it that kept you going back again and again, the thrill of being able to infiltrate their systems, no matter how many times they tried to change them or recode them- it was just a challenge to you, a puzzle that was meant to be cracked. A pass time that you did to chase a specific goal- but still were yet to achieve it.
And who made you this way? None other than Cypher, one of your... Past buddies, as you said. He was the one who initially showed you how to get your way around anything hacking- but then you just continued out. The moment you started, it was like you found the one thing that would scratch that little itch in the back of your mind. Without even wanting to, Cypher had created one of the biggest cybercriminals of the century.
"I am not stuck up-" Cypher sighed in frustration, currently leaned over his desk, his hands rubbing his face as he was trying to not lose it. If he would have known that the cyber criminal they have been chasing for the past months was you - he probably would have backed down from the chase, he probably would have left it for someone else.
Because he knew exactly how infuriating you were. How you just had some sort of ease to get under people's skin- just like you had an ease to get information. He made you this way; and at this exact moment he was regretting it so bad.
"Okay, maybe stuck up isn't quite the right word. What about...." You took a moment to consider your next words, looking him over up and down. It was quite easy to recognize Amir- it wasn't every day that somebody wore full body masking to make sure no one would catch on to their identity. But what you especially would recognize was his goofy hat. You always told him it looked goofy- but it was a part of his gadgets, so it was to be expected that it wouldn't be tossed aside.
"Just don't finish your sentence. You're getting on my nerves." He snapped back, letting out a frustrated sigh again. "Already? Damn and I thought you were more patient~" you snickered out, crossing your legs as you spoke. You were getting a bit uncomfortable in the chair, give or take your hands were cuffed in the back of it, meaning your shoulders were pulled back.
"Usually, yes. But you-...." He cut himself off before he said anything else, instead just getting up to walk around his desk. "لعنة عليك يا شقي" He muttered out, his blue mechanical eyes narrowing as he looked you over. "Just answer the question I asked you earlier. Why do you just stockpile all this data?" He finally asked again, leaning on his desk as he faced you. He was standing maybe a foot in front of you at most, but he was still careful not to touch you.
"Maybe I wanted to give it to you on your birthday?" You answered him with a smirk, mischievous glint in your eye as you spoke. "Or Christmas. I was still trying to figure it out~" you added to your answer, leaning back a bit in the metal chair. "Can you please just give me an actual answer?" Cypher snapped, his tone much more Stern this time.
He was starting to lose his cool, not appreciating the way you were toying him around- how every sarcastic remark seemed to just prick him in the wrong way every time. "Technically it was an actual answer." You snickered out.
Cypher's gloved hand lunged forward, grasping your jaw roughly. "Listen here, (Y/n). You and I both know it wasn't a damn answer. " He said, his grip tightening every second. You were infuriating, and he was so tempted to just squeeze as hard as he could- but refrained and just kept his grip harsh.
You winced a bit- you weren't much of a fan of getting touched out of nowhere, but even less when it came to just getting squeezed the shit out of. You still tried to save face, keeping the cocky smirk on your face as you replied with yet another sarcastic remark. "What, you're saying this isn't your ideal Christmas gift? Nearly one terabyte of stolen information from all your enemy corporations, all nicely put in a hard drive?" You continued with your taunts, your own goal to drive him insane so he would drop this interrogation.
"You know, I don't mind having to put my hands on you if that's what makes you talk." Cypher said, his voice cold as his patience was running low. When there was a lack of response from your part, he simply continued. The hand that was on your jaw went down- this time around your neck, starting to squeeze it. "I know how much you hate when people touch you. So that's exactly what is going to happen - the sassier you get, the more physical I'll get."
You tried to keep a neutral face as you felt the hand around your neck, slowly cutting your airflow. That was one thing you really didn't like about him interrogating you- that was the one thing you hated the most. Getting touched around was definitely not something you liked, and of course he had to remember that. "You asshole-" you muttered out before he squeezed your throat harder- making you gasp as you couldn't breathe.
There was a small moment of silence between the two of you, like some quiet rivalry that was going on-except on your end you couldn't breathe. You could feel the special leather of his gloves around your neck, just squeezing enough to make sure you would barely be able to breathe. You could feel your cheeks heating up, assuming it was from the lack of air.
"So? Are you going to answer me?" Cypher asked, loosening his grip enough to give you a chance to take a deep breath. You inhaled, that breath felt heavenly at this moment- feeling both numb and like you could feel everything vividly at the same time. "Why would you care what I do with that information? Aren't those organizations your enemy?" You finally asked back after catching your breath, cheeks still heated.
"That's not the answer I was looking for." He said, his hand tightening around your neck once again. You could start feeling this like tingling sensation in your limbs once more- the lack of air was slowly getting to you, and his constants on and off was messing with you. But- even though right now you are in a lot of trouble- you couldn't come to understand why you were feeling butterflies in your stomach while he did this.
His grip was tight, it would probably bruise you if he had to do this multiple times- but even if it was rough, you just couldn't seem to hate it as much as you should have. Cypher released your neck once again, his mechanical eyes narrowing once more as they stared right at you. "Why did you store all that information?" He asked again, his tone sharp and firm, once more going he didn't want to get messed around with.
You gasped once more, now the second time that you were doing that. You felt the butterflies in your stomach once again- and it didn't take you much longer to figure it out. You started chuckling, smirking as you had your eyes half closed, still panting as you were trying to fully catch your breath. Your face was flushed, but there was amusement and excitement in your gaze.
"Hate to break it to you, Amir... But I think I'm into getting choked." You said through your gasps, still having an airy chuckle as you spoke. Cypher paused- his hand still hovering over your neck. He wasn't expecting you to say that- that's one thing for sure. He's always known you to hate getting touched in any way, and here you are fully admitting that it was turning you on-...
''Are you... You can't be serious-" He finally said, retracting his hand. His tone was annoyed and a bit irritated- he couldn't tell if you were messing around with him once again, or if you were genuine. But he wasn't too sure if he wanted to figure it out; he had a job to do after all. So he decided to resort to a different tactic.
He took out his gun from its holster on his waist, placing it under your chin and lifting your head with it. This time he wasn't going to mess around- he was going to get that answer. You shivered when you felt the cold metal of the gun on your skin, watching as he undid the security with his thumb- clicking It off as he made sure to keep it in your view. His finger was just hovering over the trigger, making you understand that it was only a millisecond that it would take- only a millisecond and it was done for you.
You tense up- looking up at him as your smirk fell. There wasn't any more joking around, no more sassiness or sarcastic quips. You didn't have many choices at this point- it was answer or be gone. "Let's try this one more time, (Y/n). Why did you have those files stored?" He asked again, the Canon of his ghost pushing under your chin roughly.
"I was looking for something. But since I already had the files, I decided to store them." You finally answered, your voice a bit lower and not as cocky as before, but you still tried to keep your confidence as you spoke. Cypher hummed, pressing the gun a bit rougher under your chin. "Keep talking. You know what I want to hear." He said, lifting one of his feet to rest on one of the chairs arm rests, leaning in towards you. He was invading your personal space and pointing gun at your throat- all the things that could finally make you crack.
"Fine. I was looking for my file with Kingdom. I wanted to know exactly what they did to me." You finally spat out, your mischievous look turning to a cold one as you glare to him. "Because the day you decided to drop me, they decided to take me in. Low and behold, I became a lab rat. I just wanted to know the shit they did."
"They did what-" his pressure on the gun loosened- not pressing it as hard under your chin. He didn't want to pull it away just yet, still wanting answers- but he didn't want to be as rough. He wasn't expecting that answer exactly, striking a bit of pity in him- to which he was glad he was wearing a mask so that you couldn't decipher his expression.
"I don't know. That's the thing. I was injected with something- then sometime passed and everything was hazy. The next thing I remember I just got kicked out of the facility, left to rot. The moment I decided to start making use of the skills you showed me- they've been putting bounties over my head." You explained; still omitting quite a few details, but giving the gist of the story. It was enough, or at least you thought it was enough.
Cypher let the gun fall- clicking the security back in place but not moving from his position, still invading your personal space. "So, you're chasing after a file- to know what they have done?" He asked again, confirming the information. You nodded, giving a light shrug as you could, your hands were still cuffed to the back of the chair, so any shoulder movement was a bit hard.
"But hey, if you do want to keep the hard drive, be my guest. I don't actually care for the information on it- just kept it stored for a rainy day." You said, your sarcasm coming back slightly considering that now his gun security was back on- making you stress a bit less. He let out a sigh once he heard your sarcasm once again, "you're too cocky for your own good." He grumbled out , rolling his eyes behind the mask.
"I thought you knew that already, Amir. You did show me the ropes, after all." You said, your smirk slowly returning to your face as you spoke. You were just adding oil to the fire constantly- the moment he gave you just a bit of slack you just kept taking it and pulling on it. But Cypher was on his last nerve.
He grab your jaw, squeezing it roughly to open your mouth. The movement was sudden and caught you by surprise - and you were even more baffled when you tasted metal on your tongue. He had shoved the canon of his gun into your mouth, and he had unlocked the security once again. That small little click - it sent a shiver down your spine- eyes widened in slight fear.
"You really don't know when to shut up, do you? The moment you see even the slightest opportunity, you just have to pull on it until you reach the end of the damn thread, don't you?" He said, his tone sharp. The hand on your jaw squeezed it once again, practically forcing your mouth shut on the gun. You had a bit of a cold sweat starting to form, hands getting a bit shaky. You were just thankful that he couldn't see, they were behind the chairs backrest after all.
"The only time you shut up is with a gun to your damn head- is this really how you want it to go? Constantly having your life on the line, like some game?" He continued- pushing the canon of the gun a bit further in your mouth- to which you had to be careful not to choke. You were scared that any movement would set off the trigger- your heart was beating hard in your chest at this point, tears starting to well in your eyes.
Cypher's hand on your jaw finally loosened, trailing down to your neck once again. He didn't hesitate to choke you- watching as you struggled to not cough, seeing the fear in your eyes. The both of you knew that the slightest movement could end really badly- and he was having a rush from the power he held in this situation. He knew he had the upper hand, he hand his finger on the trigger after all.
You shut your eyes, the tears that have weld up ran down your cheeks as you felt a weird mix of feelings- excitement from the choking but fear from the gun- the lack of air was starting to get to you at the same time. You were trying your best to stay absolutely still, body tense. There was only a slight breath of relief when you heard the security click back on again, feeling his hand on your throat loosen. He took the gun out of your mouth, letting you take a deep breath.
You could still taste the metal and gunpowder on your tongue, not necessarily a pleasant mix. There was saliva that ran down you lips, breathing heavily. His hand was hovering around your throat again- and it was sending a rush of confusing signals to your mind. "So? Have anything clever to say? Maybe a stupid remark?" Cypher asked sharply, gun still in hand as he looked down at you.
"I... I think I have a problem." You mumbled out, looking up at him, staring into his mechanical eyes that glowed on his mask. "You think?" He asked again. "Yeah... I really don't think I should be turned on by this." You said, your head dropping as you spoke. Your face was flushed and you were still catching your breath, tugging slightly on the cuffs in you back again.
Cypher remained quiet for a few moments- that was until you heard him put down the gun on his desk behind him. You were going to look up, but the hand on your throat immediately went to tighten again, and he leaned down, his masked face directly in front of yours. "You're trouble- an absolute brat... And now a slut? Quite the combo." He said, his voice much smoother than earlier.
He made sure to squeeze a bit harder this time, leaving bruises on your neck from how hard he was tightening his hand. You couldn't even gasp for air this time- feeling your body go numb slowly while he held you like that. After a few seconds, maybe moments before you were going to pass out- he let you breathe, completely taking his hand off of you.
Your head fell back, gasping as you tried to take deep breaths at a time, swallowing a couple of times to try to pass the taste of metal on your tongue-still lingering. You shut your eyes for a short second- just trying to ground yourself a bit. That was until you felt him tilt your head back up- wrapping a cloth around your eyes. You couldn't see anything anymore and your body felt a bit numb from the lack of air.
Suddenly every small noise that was made, anything tiny just alerted you instantly- it was the only sense you could currently trust properly after all. You could hear some rustling of clothing in front of you-assuming that Cypher was probably messing around with his own clothes. You were still panting - alert and left to guess what would happen next.
Seconds later, you felt his hand up your cheek, this time it was bare. The realization of what was going on hit you- sending a jolt of excitement through your body. "Fuck... You're going to have your way with me, aren't you?" You asked, your voice a bit raspy from getting choked. You heard a chuckle come from his end, his voice much more clear now- you assumed he took his mask off with how it didn't sound muffled anymore.
"Well, you're over here getting all excited every time I touch you; even admitting it. May as well enjoy myself too, no?" You heard him say, his hand tilted your head upwards. His free hand trailed down your neck again, his fingertips barely grazing you. "Looking like such a whore, accepting anything I do to you... Should I be paying you for your time? Or are you so desperate that it would be free of charge?" He asked, his tone teasing as his hand continued down.
You couldn't think of anything to answer, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden change of situation- moments ago he was threatening your life, now here he was, feeding into your unconventional turn on. His hands made their way to your button-up shirt, starting to undress you without asking. You gasped- once more your head falling back. It was practically resting on the backrest of the metal chair, feeling like you needed to continue catching your breath for all of this.
The cool air of the room hit your mostly bare chest- your button up shirt was completely opened up, giving a full view to Cypher-to the exception of your bra still covering you a bit. His bare hands immediately attached themselves to your body, first on your stomach, trailing upwards as they touched you all over. He leaned in, his mouth attaching itself to your neck, biting down a few times.
He ended up drawing blood, one of his bite marks on one of your shoulders made you hiss- while he had the pleasure of licking up the wound. He had the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, not minding one bit. His hands finally trailed up to your bra- working on unclipping it instantly. Your top was finally completely bare, to which he took a step back to admire.
"You're such a pretty thing. You don't put up much of a fight when I put my hands on you... Were you that desperate?" He taunted, while you panted. You could feel the rise and fall of your chest from how you were sitting, feeling the cold air against your body while he just sat back and talked down to you. It strikes a chord in you, the way he was talking about you like this- the slight degradation mixed with the complement....
You definitely felt messed up for it, but your body seem to have a mind of its own as you whimpered slightly. Cypher chuckled out, his hand reaching out to cup your breasts, taking the steps that was separating the two of you. His bare hands played around with you, caressing your nipples before he'd give into his impulsive thoughts and would just squeeze your breasts roughly - leaving red markings that would eventually bruise all over.
You tugged once again at the cuffs, letting out small whimpers and moans as he touched you - letting out a small hiss when you felt his nails dig into your skin this time. You couldn't see what state you were in- but you had a feeling that by the end of this, you were going to leave this room bruised and scratched.
"You're going to remember my touch for days. I want you to see every place I touched you I the mirror, a reminder of what a good little slut you were today." He said, once more leaning in to kiss along your shoulder. You shivered, the mix of the rough touching and the soft kisses made you moan lightly again, your head still leaned back.
He finally trailed his hands down from your breasts, giving them a bit of a break from the rough groping. His hands gripped onto the hem of your pants, not even hesitating when he pulled them down. Your legs aren't restrained, so he could easily remove the clothing from your bottom, unlike your button up shirt that was still open and laid out on the chair behind you, hanging off your arms.
His hands trailed down your legs- stopping at the back of your thighs as he lifted them up a bit- his nails were digging in your skin once again as he had fun placing you in lewd positions. "That's it... Just let me do what I want, like a good little whore. Let me enjoy this beautiful view~" he purred out, lifting your legs as pushing them back, as if testing your flexibility.
Your face was red- completely flushed as he did his little game. And you were getting put in various positions, all more exposing than the other. Whenever he would grope at you, he made sure to dig his nails into your skin, not only leaving scratch marks but rough reddened areas.
"Hm- keep your legs spread like this. Don't move." He said, finally placing you in a way that he seems satisfied with- your legs were over the arm rests of the chair, completely spread. You were scooted forward in the chair, and the arm rests of the chair were digging into your thighs a bit uncomfortably, but you didn't dare to move.
His hands trailed up your thighs, pausing just around your ass, grabbing a handful as he could and giving a squeeze, letting out a satisfied hum at the sight. You couldn't do much more than make noise, a small whimper once again leaving your lips.
The fact that you didn't know what was going to happen next, that you didn't know what he had in mind and you couldn't even see anything- it was thrilling just as it was nerve-racking. He could see everything right now, your every reaction- while you were just stuck here, cuffed to the chair.
''You're being a good girl. I suppose I could reward you." You heard him say- and the moment you heard the words 'good girl', you whimpered again. You didn't know why it was affecting you so much- the degrading nicknames were something- but the praise? You could quit literally feel the heat build in your core, feeling the wetness below.
"Someone likes to be called a good girl, hm?" Cypher teased, of course he could see the entire reaction, once again just taking his time to look over you, positioned in such a lewd way. You heard him move once again, but you didn't know how he positioned himself other than the fact that his hands are still groping your ass .
That was until you felt his tongue press against your clit, a surprised moan leaving your lips as a wave of pleasure hit you almost instantly- the small act giving you so much satisfaction from being teased this whole time. You heard him chuckle, where he lapped a few times at you- enjoying every sound that left your mouth. He would occasionally pause to turn and bite your thighs, cutting your own pleasure to mix in some pain for the fun of it- just adding to the collection of markings over your body.
"hm~ be a good girl and moan my name. It's the least you could do if I make you this wet~" He said for that short moment he didn't have his mouth on you. You nod to show that you understood- but then you were left confused when you felt him pull away completely.
You thought he was going to continue- you thought that he was going to give you a reason to moan at least- not just edge you and leave you like this. The mix of his saliva and your own juices were dripping out of you, off the chair while you were left on edge- fully exposed and looking like a mess.
"Amir?" You quietly asked- your voice a bit shaky and much softer than it would usually be. You didn't hear him anymore and he wasn't touching you- you were wondering if he actually just left you in the room like this- a dripping mess with your legs spread, giving a view to anyone who could come by.
You lifted your head a bit- still in the haze of pleasure, on edge, it was definitely clouding your judgment. You are also confused- and yet you stayed exactly in the position he left you in just like he told you to do earlier. You don't even know why you lifted your head up- it's not like you would have been able to see much considering the blindfold over your eyes.
There was still a lack of response on his end, and you couldn't hear anything. When you were going to call out to him again- you were pretty brutally interrupted when you felt something push inside you- letting out a small yell of surprise. You were instantly quieted down, fingers shoved in your mouth while he roughly thrusted into you.
"You're so innocent ~ thinking I left you like this... And you stayed exactly like I told you to~ such a good girl~" He growled out in your ear, his free hand making its way down to rub your clit and folds, providing extra stimuli on the outside.
The sudden pleasure was so intense in one shot- feeling him fuck you roughly while pleasuring you clit, sucking and choking on his fingers... There was so much going on at the same time- your mind going completely blank as the only thing you could do was moan like a slut, taking everything like a good girl.
When he pulled out his fingers from your mouth, he instead went to grab your jaw, spreading some of your own saliva around it shamelessly. "Say my name, sweetheart." He ordered you, thrusting harder. "Ah-...Amir-" you moaned out his name trough gasps, you could feel your orgasm, so close to come through. "Again. I want you to cum screaming my damn name." He ordered you, his grip on your jaw tightening again as he continued with his rough pace, his fingers staying constant with their pace as they rubbed your wet clit.
You moaned out his name multiple times, trying to physically stop yourself from shutting your legs on him as you wanted to stay in the same position he put you in, just like he asked. But it was becoming pretty hard- even worse when you finally came. Your walls tightened around him as you practically yelled out his name, legs shaking as you were trying to force them to stay in place.
Both his hands went to your thighs, roughly grabbing them to hold them in place, pressing you into the chair to avoid your hips bucking back. "I'm not done. Stop moving." He aggressively ordered as he continued to thrust inside of you, leaving you a whimpering mess under him. The sound of metal hitting metal could be heard, you were pulling on your handcuffs again pretty roughly, enough for them to leave marks on your wrist. You were becoming a bit overstimulated, and every extra movement was sending jolts over overwhelming pleasure and pain through you.
Cypher moaned, letting out a few breaths before letting out a slightly more exhausted moan, his hips finally slowing down their Pace before coming to a stop. You heard him cuss out in Arabic, where he paused, still inside you, his hands still on your thighs. He stayed like that for a short moment before finally pulling away.
He took a step back to look at the results of this little passionate moment- seen you panting, bruised, scratched, littered and bite marks as you had his cum leaking from your cunt- he let out a satisfied chuckled, a bit airy and exhausted. "Your quite the sight like this, (Y/n)." He said, this time his tone back to a more laid back one, nowhere near the same as when you first came in.
He had definitely taken out all his frustration in a go- feeling a bit more refreshed after having his way with you. You on the other hand were left a shaking mess on the chair, still slightly whimpering in a lewd position. You are still getting down from your high, overwhelmed with all that happened.
Cypher got to enjoy that view while he took his sweet time getting dressed again, taking care of putting back on his mask and any other article of clothing that masked his identity before taking care of you.
He at least had the decency to use wet wipes to wipe off the dripping cum from you, cleaning you up a bit before sliding back on your clothing much more gently than he had taken it off. He even took care of making sure your bra was back in place properly, going as far as placing your breast comfortably in the cups- even though it was a poorly masked pass to just fondle you again.
When you were fully dressed, he removed your blindfold- to which you blinked a few times, completely out of breath and exhausted. You looked up to see him properly dressed, playing around with the blindfold. "Welcome back~" he said in a cocky tone, this time his turn to have that mischievous air. He picked up a water bottle off the desk, bringing it up to your lips so you can take a few sips of water.
Only once you were finally a bit hydrated, caught up on your breath and off your high you finally spoke up again. "... Didn't even have the decency to kiss me- just straight up took me like a goddamn animal." You said in your sarcastic tone, looking away as you pouted. Of course, even after all of this you just couldn't let go your sarcasm.
"You... You've got to be kidding me." Cypher said, letting out a loud groan at what you said, sounding like he was just about done with all of this. You didn't reply to him, keeping up your little pouty act instead.
Until his gloved hand covered your eyes, his other hand turning your head forcefully back towards him. There was a short moment where the hand on your jaw was taken off, once again you can't see anything because he was covering your eyes. Before you could even say anything- you felt his lips on yours, it was a bit rough but not too much.
The kiss lasted a lot shorter than you were hoping, he pulled away and you could hear him pull back down his mask before taking his hands off of you. "You happy now?" He grumbled out, to which you simply nodded. He let out a sigh, going back on the other side of his desk and picking up the hard drive that had all the files you had collected from all the times you launched a cyber attacks on kingdom corporation.
"Good. Now be quiet, I want to be able to run through these files without having a headache." He mumbled out, plugging the hard drive into his computer. "But what about-" you started to say before he brutally interrupted you. "Be a good girl and shut the fuck up." You shut your mouth immediately after.
ok ok how about mute?ghost who you aren't sure if he's actually mute or if he just chooses not to say anything. you hear a different answer from everyone you ask. (18+)
ever since mexico, wouldn't say a fucking word.
nah, mate, he's been zipped shut since he enlisted.
heard it was a mad accident.
what you mean? heard him telling off privates not even a year ago!
well, since you're a certified yapper, and ghost can't (won't) tell you to shut up, you make him your living diary. whenever you see him around, you sit next to him, stop by his office, hop up onto his desk and talk to him. you tell him about your day, about the recruits that bother you the most, about the meals in the mess hall being worse on saturdays than on mondays (fuck, you'd think the weekend would put some pep in their step, no?).
but gosh, when ghost finally had you seated in his lap with your pants around one ankle, you really weren't expecting to hear him.
pussy-drunk, tongue out, hands gripping your ass as he listens to the wet smack of your thighs against his, and that's all it takes for him to let out the filthiest groan you've ever heard, enough to make you spiral, see red-hot stars, to shake and cry until you're cumming and babbling and even more incoherent.
when they talk about ghost, you still keep your mouth shut. you're still not sure if he talks, fuck if i know, is what you say.
but if you suck his cock just right, you're certain he's singing.
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship
Rating: General Audiences
Trigger Warnings: none
Summary: The fatui discover that their Captain does, in fact, have a life outside of work and gossip between the ranks ensues. (Cue silly fatui shenanigans)
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Capitano, the Fatui’s first lord and harbinger, contrary to popular belief, was respected and admired by his platoons rather than feared. There was a widespread misunderstanding both in and outside the organization that the Captain was a harsh and dangerous leader due to his mysterious nature. However, the people who worked under him knew better as they had grown to admire him the more they interacted with him.
He held himself with pride and treated his soldiers the same way he wanted to be treated: with respect and dignity. And in return, they learned the depths of this man’s strategic genius and strength. His strength was unmatched in combat and led his people well with good decision making and training. They could only hope to be as good as him in his various fields of expertise.
He was strict, and quick to discipline unruly fatuus, yes, but that did not stop others under his command from admiring him. And to emphasize this even more, it was clear that his fellow harbingers and even the Tsarista respected him, whether their goals and morals aligned with his or not. However, this made the people around him curious about aspects related to him outside of his work and title. He was a revered public figure and people were naturally curious about his personal life.
This is where you came in. You, his one and only beloved, the only person who held his whole heart in your hands. Not many people knew of this, but the Captain was a gentle man at his core, and you had somehow managed to uncover all of his being and see him fully as himself, without his title, without his strength. You knew this man inside and out, just as he had come to know you. It was a mutual love, one which even he did not know he was capable of feeling, and that made him all the more enamored with you.
This, however, people did not know. So you can imagine the surprise on their faces when you, an ordinary civilian, came to the Zapalyarny Palace and asked for directions to the Captain’s office. The clerk at the desk looked at you blankly, as if she were staring at an anomaly. This prompted you to try and explain yourself.
“..I’m here to drop off his lunch. So, if you don’t mind..?” You asked.
No response. The blank stare continued.
You already knew that you looked out of place in this grand palace with no Fatui uniform or mask on. But you were determined to make sure your beloved got his lunch, which you had specifically decided to make for him that day as a special treat for how hard he had been working while preparing for a business trip to Natlan.
“Excuse me..?” You said a little louder this time. That seemed to snap her back to reality.
“You cannot enter this place, only authorized personnel are allowed inside. If you’d like to meet our lord, please book your appointment accordingly.” She replied on autopilot, as if she’d rehearsed the same sentence multiple times.
“I’m sorry, I know you have your duties, but I’m here just to drop off his lunch. You can check with him yourself if you’d like..”
“He’s busy at the moment, please leave your package here and we will deliver it to him.” She replied. It seemed like you were being studied like a suspicious person who was attempting to sneak in.
Fair enough.. you thought. I was hoping I would get to spend a few minutes with him and see how he was holding up at work but that can wait till he’s home. And she’s not wrong, I did drop by without notice, so it makes sense for them to be suspicious.
Fatui soldiers passing by had also been glancing at the ongoing conversation at the front desk, eyeing the lunch box wrapped in patterned cloth in your hands with raised eyebrows. You decided to leave the food there, getting one last word in before leaving.
“If you could, please make sure it reaches him soon. It’s his favorite meal and I would prefer it didn’t go cold before he ate it.”
And then everyone watched as your ordinary self left, unaware of the number of eyes on you.
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A pyroslinger skirmisher stationed near the entrance asked dumbfoundedly, “Did..did they just say that was the Captain’s favorite meal? Our lord harbinger?”
A cryogunner skirmisher who had also watched the whole thing go down as he clocked in asked another question right after, in the same state of confusion as the previous fatuus. “..Has anyone seen them around before? They don’t look like someone who would be seen standing next to Lord Capitano.”
And as the just as confused clerk left the scene towards his office with your goods in hand, excited chatter filled the halls.
Chaos would be the right word for it. You had left chaos in your wake with a simple visit to his workplace.
…
That night, as you and Capitano settled in to relax in your shared home after a long day of work, you asked him how his lunch was.
“It was delicious, my love.” He replied, gently caressing your face with his hands while looking down at you through his mask. “It felt like a treat to have your home cooked meal at work. You didn’t have to, but thank you. It made my day.”
You smiled and took his hands in yours as you nuzzled into his touch. “I’m glad you liked it. I was going to give it to you myself but I couldn’t enter the place.”
“You should visit more often. I’ll let the security personnel know to let you enter so you can come and go as you like.” He paused, clearing his throat. “..Seeing you in the middle of a long day would bring me relief.”
You felt slightly flushed at his straightforward choice of words. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you being so..open with me. But I like it, of course. I would like that as long as I’m not disturbing you at work.”
Capitano chuckled. It was like the angels decided to bless you today, really. “I will always make time for you, my love. Just as you do for me.”
You beamed. “Okay, okay, let’s get some sleep now, Mr. Loverman. We still have work tomorrow in case you’re forgetting.”
A kiss on the forehead and the rustling of sheets was all you heard before you were whisked away to dreamland.
…
Unbeknownst to you and Capitano, however, word about you spread like wildfire across the next few days between the excited fatui soldiers. Some from even the different departments under the other harbingers might’ve heard. The person who looked like a civilian, dropping lunch packed in pretty cloth for their Lord did not go unnoticed.
This was the only time someone unrelated to work had been seen asking for their Captain and questions about your relation to him were on the tip of everyone’s tongue during break times.
Two fatuus gossiped as they watched the Captain spar in training with his fellow soldiers, admiration evident in their eyes.
“Someone dropped off lunch for him? I thought he would be too busy having meals with high rankers from across Teyvat.”
And after a short pause the other replied, “Dude, hold on, does he even eat? I thought he was superhuman or something.”
“I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t know you were that dumb, my guy.”
“Hey! Just saying… anyway, are we even sure the people weren’t hallucinating when they saw the person drop lunch off for him?”
“I heard it was his favorite meal, freshly cooked, apparently. Who knows, man? Maybe it was a fan or something. Our lord does have a pretty big following, y’know.” The fatuus stated proudly.
Their lively chatter continued until they were called back into training.
…
A few days later, as soon as you found the time, you decided to visit Capitano at work with yet another home cooked meal. You wanted to make most of your time with him before he traveled to Natlan and having meals together would be a good way to wind down a little.
You entered the palace yet again, determined to meet him this time. It should be fine, right? He did say he would inform them..
And as you had hoped so, he did, in fact, inform them. As soon as the same clerk from before saw you, it seemed like her eyes were bulging out of her sockets. All you had to do was reach the desk and she confirmed your name and led you to the training grounds, where he was currently working. It seemed like some sort of training session was in the works, with all kinds of combat taking place between the soldiers in the distance.
Before you could ask her if you were even allowed to enter this place, she bowed and hurried back in the direction of the front desk. The strange behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you but now you had to find your way to Capitano across the opposite side of the field. Since you were here at last, why not just see things through?
The middle of the field was the most densely occupied with various people fighting in different groups, while what you recognised as skirmishers were practicing their aim at dummy targets on the right side. The soldiers were hard at work even in the harsh everlasting winter of Snezhnaya. The left side of the field, however, seemed less crowded compared to the rest as people seemed to be setting up their gear or resting. Your Captain, opposite to you across the field, was busy conversing with a group of soldiers who seemed to be listening to him attentively.
You decided your best option was to take the left side. It would be easier to walk through the calm atmosphere over there.
As you made your way through the crowd, people started to notice you. They were pretty intimidating with their weapons and muscled bodies at display so you decided to be extra careful to not bump into anyone and quickly made your way across, and as you got closer, Capitano’s voice became clear.
“The heat in Natlan will be unbearable. You will be stationed in the wild all day, so make sure you have the appropriate supplies to get you through the day. It is of the utmost importance that...what, what is it? Why are you all staring at me like that?”
The group’s attention shifted from him to you, as you stood behind him and tapped his shoulder.
“Capitano, do you have a moment..?” You asked as he turned around, his armor clinking from the movement.
“Oh, my love!” He exclaimed in a soft voice. “What brings you here? Hold on, let's get you back inside. You’ll catch a cold here.”
The group (and everyone nearby) watched in complete awe as his demeanor from before completely switched from authoritative to somewhat… joyfull? Was Lord Capitano being affectionate?
“I brought you lunch, but I can leave it in your office if you’re busy right now.” You said hurriedly, not wanting to keep him busy.
“No, that won’t do, my love.” He took the package from you and placed his hand on your back. “Eat with me inside.”
He then turned back to the group, who jolted straight up at his sudden change. “Finish the supply preparations once you’re done training. All of you are dismissed.”
“Y-yes, my lord!” They replied in unison and bowed. And yet again, they watched in awe as he guided you back inside the palace, ever so gently, one hand on your back and the other carrying a box wrapped up in a floral patterned cloth. A stark contrast to his all black and blue outfit.
…
As soon as both of you were out of sight, chaos erupted yet again, more loudly this time, with multiple voices talking over the other.
“”My love?” Did he just call them “my love?” Did I hear that right?!”
“What was that? What did we just witness?”
“That was so romantic, holy shit! Was that the same person we take orders from everyday? What the hell?!”
“DID THE LORD HARBINGER JUST… GET VISITED BY THEIR SPOUSE?”
“I thought that ring on his finger was for fashion…”
And that is how they found out that their beloved Captain, who seemed to have no soul outside of his work, was a married man with a loving spouse.
This proceeded to be the hottest gossip in the Fatui for the rest of the month, until they discover more about you from another future visit.
…
BONUS:
Sitting in the privacy of his office, you enjoyed your meal together.
“..You seem to work with very strange people, Capitano.” You said to him.
“Do I? How so?” He asked before you fed him a bite.
“Hm.. actually, nevermind. It would be even stranger if they weren’t strange, considering they work with you.” You chuckled.
You enjoyed your time together and went back home, leaving your beloved in confusion from your conversation, and the sight of you fondly feeding him for him to think about for the rest of the day.
ꕀ tags: teasing sub fem!reader, beefy daddy!yhan, age gap (15yr difference😵💫), daddy kink unlocked, unprotected sex, fucking in full-nelson, creampie
ꕀ more nsfw under the cut
ꕀ part 2 here
ꕀ m!list here
ꕀ a/n: @glitteryshlong not me having Older by Isabel LaRosa on repeat while writing this😮💨
Yhan knows this is wrong. He shouldn't be doing this with you, but the way your pretty cunt squeezes around his cock is way too enticing to quit now. His hips thrust up into you, pushing his girthy cock even deeper inside of you as practically go limp in his hold, babbling senselessly about how good his cock feels and just how how badly you need more. Oh, how he got much more than he ever bargained for…
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You were always such a sweet and fiery little thing, always determined to push past your limits. Always toeing the line between what was right and wrong. Yhan couldn't help but be drawn to you, even though he was easily 15 years older than you, not that you ever complained.
You were the one always flirting here and there whenever you'd come to the training simulator, throwing out compliments about his rugged features and the grey strands in his black hair; strutting around in skirts he thought were ridiculous to wear while you trained.
At first he just rolled his eyes and told you to quit wasting your time talking to him when you should be training. But after a full month of your relentless, teasing flirtations, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to know what you would do if he acted on his impulses.
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Yhan watches as sweat drips down the sides of your face, your breathing all ragged as you finish your training session in the simulator. Your sweat-drenched body glistens under the lights, showcasing every curve and valley.
Your arms are sore from testing out your new gauntlets on the simulated tacet discords, but you weren't ready to stop yet. You approach Yhan with a determined look on your sweet face, "Adjust the difficulty to a higher setting."
Yhan raises a brow at your request, trying to keep his eyes from trailing down to the swell of your breasts that rise and fall with each heavy breath. Before he can properly think about granting your request, you sway on your feet, barely able to stand upright.
Quickly, he reaches out, placing a steadying hand on your waist. The surprised look on your face did something to him. The way your pretty lips parted and your eyes widened had him tightening his grip around you, pulling you closer to him. His bicep flexing as he does his best to restrain himself as he holds you against him.
Feeling his firm hold on your waist as he held you close, you can't help but let out a shuddering breath. His musky scent and a hint of cigarettes floods your senses, making your head spin and arousal pool between your legs. Yhan's thumb rubs lightly against you hip bone, sending jolts of electricity down your spine. The tension between you crackles like electricity in the air.
"Th-thank you...", you stammer out, trying to maintain focus despite the growing heat between you. Your eyes flit between his rugged features to his muscles rippling beneath his tight shirt. There was something primal and exciting about him, so different from any other man your age.
Yhan can't help but smirk as he caught your eyes drifting. Taking advantage of the close proximity, he leans down, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper, "You doing okay, sweetheart?" Your eyes snap back up to meet his as a blush falls over your cheeks. You nod, trying desperately to suppress the fluttering feeling inside of you.
"I'm fine...", you reply softly before biting at your plush lower lip. Yhan feels a surge of arousal at the sight you, his cock hardening in his pants. Your gaze flickers downwards, noticing the bulge before quickly averting your gaze.
Yhan chuckles softly, finding your reaction to be quite endearing. "Relax, sweetheart", he smirks, taking your chin in his grasp and redirecting your gaze back up to him, "I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright." His voice is low and gravelly, filled with raw desire.
With your gaze firmly locked on his, he releases your jaw only to trail his fingers down your neck. "Don't be shy now", he murmurs, leaning in even closer til his lips almost graze yours, "Where'd that fiery little tease go, hmm?" Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, tingles rush through your body and straight to your aching clit, desperate for his touch.
Yhan's thumb grazes over the hollow of your throat, drawing a soft moan from your lips. With a low growl at your reaction, he closes the gap between you, crashing his lips against yours in a rough, demanding kiss. His large hands grip your hips as he pulls you flush against his muscular frame.
The salty taste of your lingering sweat mixed with a subtle sweetness he can’t quite place is so intoxicating, fueling his primal desire for you. Yhan's tongue licks at your lips, begging for entrance, to which you grant. His tongue explores your mouth as his lips meet yours in a rough, yet deliberate rhythm.
Despite the roughness of his actions, you find yourself melting into him. Your tongue dances with his in a silent surrender to his dominance over you. Yhan pulls away after a few moments, panting heavily. His heart pounds in his chest, matching the rhythm of his throbbing cock.
"You're really something else, sweetheart", he whispers hoarsely, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, "You've got me all worked up..." Your eyes shimmer with unspoken desire as you meet Yhan's intense gaze. You lick your lips, his taste lingering there.
You place a hand on his broad chest, letting your fingers trail lightly down the tight-fitting material of his shirt. "Is that so?", you speak back softly, but the slight teasing lilt of your voice is not lost on him as you begin to regain your usual demeanor. Yhan captures your wandering hand in his with a slight smirk, "There she is... Thought you were gonna stay all shy on me."
You give him a pointed look that just looks way too cute to him, "I'm not shy." With a hoarse chuckle, Yhan releases you hand only to slide his hands down over your ass, squeezing firmly as he lifts you off the ground. The loss of balance forces you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist with a sharp intake of breath, your pretty little skirt now all bunched up around your own waist.
The tip of his nose brushes up against yours as he speaks in a murmur, "Then prove it, sweetheart." His hot breath sends another wave of tingles down your spine, "Show me just how wild you can be..." Without hesitation, you lean forward and capture his lips in another passionate kiss. Your tongue darting out to meet his in a risky pursuit.
Your hands move up to cradle his head, fingers tangling into his grey-streaked hair, holding him in place while you pour all your pent-up desires into this moment. The taste of him and your body pressed up against his large form has you reeling. Yhan groans deeply into the kiss, his own body trembling with desire as you keep him close.
His hands squeeze your ass tighter, rutting his hips up into you as his cock throbs wildly with need in his pants. Yhan can feel himself losing control, all rational thought flying out the door, but the sensation of you is too damn good for him to care.
Breaking away from the kiss, he trails his lips down your jawline to your neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh, his facial hair scratching the skin softly. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy....", he growls against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. You can't contain the sweet moan that falls from your lips as he continues to tease your sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth.
You squirm in his hold, feeling your arousal pool between your legs as he rolls his hips up against your clothed core yet again. "O-oh gods... Yhan... I need more", you plead desperately as you tug at his hair. Yhan grins devilishly as one hand moves from your ass, sliding between your legs til his fingers make contact with your covered pussy.
"Something like this?", Yhan teases, his finger sliding over your covered clit in slow circles, feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties and onto his fingers. You gasp sharply, your body arching involuntarily as Yhan's finger finds its mark. The sudden touch sending jolts of pleasure straight through you.
"Oh fuck... Yes... Just like that", you whimper, biting down on your lip to suppress your lewd noises. Despite the risk of this situation, you can't help but grind against his fingers, desperate to feel his touch without the barrier. Yhan lets out a low chuckle at your desperation, his finger continuing to trace over your clit.
He can feel the heat radiating from your pussy, making his own arousal twitch painfully, begging to be let out. "You're so fucking wet.... Does this turn you on, sweetheart? Having an older man touch you like this, hmm?", Yhan's voice is husky with lust as he speaks.
His words have your eyes rolling back as you hump against his touch. Just the fact that this gruff older man, the object of your dirty fantasies, was touching you so intimately has you more turned on than you cared to admit. "Ngh... Please.... Need you inside me...", you beg as your cunt clenches at the thought.
Yhan's smirk grows wider, halting his touch only to brush his fingers against the side of your soaked panties. He moves the fabric to the side, the tips of his calloused fingers find your soaked hole, letting the juices drip onto his digits. He eases two fingers inside your tight, wet walls, immediately curling them up against that sweet spot inside you that has you moaning so lewdly.
He gives a low groan of satisfaction at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers as you whine for him. "You like that, pretty girl?", he whispers huskily into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of your needy cunt.
You moan loudly, you head falling forward against Yhan's shoulder as his fingers plunge into you. You body instinctively bucking against his hand, seeking more friction. "Oh gods... Yes, yes... Don't stop", you pant, grinding against his hand desperately.
Your legs tighten around his waist, your clit rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum if you keep going", you warn breathlessly, already feeling the familiar coils of pleasure tighening in your lower belly.
Yhan lets out a strained groan, his fingers working overtime to bring you over the edge. "Then let go, sweetheart... Cum for me", he coaxes, his cheek pressed against the top of your head as you continue to lean on him in his hold with your cunt clenching around his thick fingers.
Your body practically convulses as an intense orgasm washes over you. Slick juices soak his fingers as your walls pulsate around them as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you. You cry out for him, but instead of his name, you call him something else. Something that has him almost cumming in his pants like some virgin teenage boy.
"Ngh fuuuuck, daddy!"
Yhan freezes momentarily, your words sending a jolt of arousal to his throbbing, aching cock. "Daddy...?", he repeats softly, pulling his soaked digits out of you. At the sight of your flushed cheeks and wide eyes, he smirks, brown eyes full of pure lust. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, pressing against them to get you to open up.
You comply, taking the soaked digits into your mouth as you suck on them obediently, tasting yourself on your tongue. Yhan huffs out a dark chuckle, "You want daddy to fuck you, sweetheart?" You nod, taking his fingers deeper into your mouth, humming appreciatively around the digits before pulling off with a wet pop.
"Please...", you beg quietly, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Yhan raises a brow, speaking low, "Please, what?" You bite your lip, heat coursing through you as he coaxes you to say that cute little title again, "Please...daddy..." His lips twitch up when you comply, "Good girl… Now hold onto me tightly."
You do as you're told, clinging to his muscular form as he releases his hold on your ass to quickly undo his thick belt. The belt clatters to the floor, the sound echoing in the empty training room. Yhan makes quick work of the button and zipper of his pants, tugging them down just enough to free his aching length.
His leaking cock smacks against your ass beneath you, twitching in anticipation. The sight of the trimmed black hair on his pelvis makes you wish he was fully stripped down. Gods know how delicious that happy trail must be on his lower abdomen, let alone the hair you bet covers his huge chest. Yhan grabs hold of your thighs, making you raise your legs in his arms as he folds you against him, allowing your slick heat to be fully exposed to him.
He adjusts his hips so his hard cock aligns with your entrance before pausing, looking deep into your eyes, "There's no going back from this, sweetheart. Tell me you want this...." You swallow hard, thinking back to all those restless nights where you relentlessly rubbed your clit to the thought of Yhan taking you. Your lips graze his as you lean forward, "Please fill me with your cock, daddy..."
Yhan's eyes almost roll back at your words as he groans. Not wanting to waste any more time, he plunges into your tight, welcoming heat, making you cry out so beautifully in both pleasure and surprise. He growls through gritted teeth, his features scrunched up in intense pleasure as he savors every bit of your hot, velvety cunt around his shaft, "Fuck.... My sweet girl... So fucking tight for me..."
Your pretty, kissed lips part in a delicious moan, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out drives you insane. Your juices coating his length as he bottoms out inside of you, "Nghhhh.. Daddy.." Your walls tighten around his shaft rhythmically, milking his dick as he stays buried inside you.
Yhan grunts as he begins to thrust up, keeping your legs up in his arms. Each powerful thrust drives him deeper into your tight, wet hole, eliciting husky moans from both of you. Primal lust paints Yhan's features, his nostrils flaring as he drinks in the intoxicating scent of sex and sweat that filled the air.
"You love my cock, don't you, babydoll. Come on, I wanna hear you beg for more", he growls, thrusting up with harsh force as his heavy balls slapped against your ass. Your nails dig into his shoulders, only the fabric of his tight shirt keeping them from piercing his skin as you cling to him.
"Please... More, daddy. Fuck me harder-ngh!", you mewl as he fucks up into you. Yhan grunts in satisfaction, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive as you beg for more. "You're taking all of it, aren't you sweetheart...", he pants, his voice hoarse with lust and admiration.
You nod feverishly, cute mewls falling from your lips. Feeling Yhan's cock throbbing inside you, coupled with the intense pleasure building within her, you can't hold back any longer. Your gummy walls tighten around his shaft as you cry out in ecstasy, your whole body trembling, "Fuck, daddy! 'm cumming!"
Your inner muscles spasm, milking his cock as waves of pleasure consume you. Yhan knows he can't last much longer as his balls tighten up, his eyes rolling back as gruff groans crawl up from his throat. "Oh, fuck... That's it, babydoll... So fucking good...", he moans, body shuddering as his grip tightens.
His entire body tenses as he hits his peak, his voice growling out all low and gravelly, "Shit, gonna fill this tight pussy..." Yhan's hips jerk erratically as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss ripples through him, shooting his load deep inside of you.
Panting heavily, Yhan moves his hips back, withdrawing his spent cock from your quivering pussy. The combined juices leak and drip out onto the floor of the training room, tainting the place with their forbidden sin. Carefully, he lets you down, keeping a firm hold on your waist as you stand on shaky legs.
Your skirt falls back into place and your panties slip back over your well-fucked cunt, the remaining liquid soaking the material. Despite your dazed look, you manage a tired smirk, "Didn't think you had it in you, old man~"
Yhan scoffs a laugh as he tucks himself back into his pants, amused at how fast you were bouncing back to your teasing attitude, "Old man, huh? That's some tough talk for a girl who just got fucked into oblivion by this old man. Guess you really needed someone older to make you feel this good~" You huff out a breath, acting annoyed but unable to hide the amusement on your face as he teases back.
He reaches out, capturing your jaw in his hand, his brown eyes locked on yours with a smirk, "Besides, I thought my title was daddy now, babydoll~" Heat rises to your cheeks, this all felt so wrong but so fucking right... Your lips curl up into a mischievous smile, gripping his wrist as he lets you pull his hand from your jaw.
You bring his fingers to your mouth, tongue licking slowly up the digits before sucking them between your pretty lips. His eyes flash with desire at your lewd display, feeling his cock stir again in his pants. You pull away, smirking as you go up on your toes, you breath fanning over his lips, "Next time.. Make me scream for you... daddy~"
Stepping back from him, you turn and walk towards the exit of the training room, hips swaying in an enticing display. Yhan's gaze trails over your retreating figure, running his fingers through his hair and letting out a breath as he contemplates everything that had happened. His cock twitches again, there was no going back now, "Next time... Fuck...."
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a/n: great googly moogly, when will it be my tuuuurrrrnnnn😵💫
"you've done a lot for me, and i don't take it for granted. you can either name your price, or accept what i offer you in return... i swear on the "malipo" name that no matter which you pick, you won't be shortchanged."
this request of yours definetly wasn't expected, but surely isn't unpleasant.
his grip on your hips merciless as you fail to keep up with his pace deep inside your tight hole. his dick rubs against your gummy walls as you scream into the pillow below you.
you never thought that he would take your suggestion seriously. it was embarrassing enough when he took you unto his lap and made you say all of your darkest, and dirtiest, desires as he played with the hairs on the nape of your neck.
speaking of, you feel his fingers weave through the strands of your hair and pull, forcing you to meet his face that's leaning over to meet yours.
"don't try hiding your moans now, princess, you were the one who wanted this after all" kinich growls in your ear, his strokes never missing a beat.
the only thing you could do as your eyes roll to the back of your head is whimper and moan as he bullies that sweet little spot that made you see stars
"you like it when i push you around huh?" he says as he pushes your head back into the pillow, "you like getting treated like the dirty slut you are, [ name ]?"
you lack of response elicits a sharp smack on your ass
"answer me when i talk to you."
you whine, "fhuck yes,, 'ts sho good"
he laughs as he slaps you ass again, and again, and again, harder and harder each time. he returns to the ruthless grip of your arched back as you ass blooms a red mark in the shape of his palm.
your whimpers turn into full on moans, your nails dig into the cotton sheets as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. your pussy quivers and clenches around him in accordance.
"aww,,, you wanna come, baby?" kinich coos as he reaches down to play with your clit. you plea with him to let you finish, but he has other plans. plans to make the most of the situation (and the pussy) before him.
somewhat smutty part 1: read, this part is pure fluff by the way (I made this sort of a general scenario, but can also be seen as a pt 2 to my last drabble.
the sudden appearance of hot meat stew on his gaming setup 's desk definitely caught some eyes.
a figure in the back moved again, laying down onto the comforts of the big bed owned by pixelk1ng himself (the user I think he'd use when streaming)
he tries to read through chat, but unavoidably he does end up answering the big question.
"who's the one resting in bed?" he tilts his head at the question, "none of your business." he scoffs, and turns back to play valorant.
after a few matches or so, greeting his five stack goodbye- "chat, what should we play next? I'll host a poll." but it was almost like his viewers weren't paying any mind. spamming the chat with "who is it?!" "answer us!" "introduce us!!"
he sighs, quickly muting his microphone and blurring the background in his cam even more as he rolls his chair towards you.
"hey, pretty. you.. wanna finally introduce yourself?" he nudges you while you doomscrolled, before getting interrupted by him.
"sure, I guess it should be okay now. 7 years of this, I'm gonna miss the quiet life." you quietly chuckle as you hop off the bed, going to get a snack.
kinich unblurs the camera, and sighs. it's not even because he's embarassed to have you, he's very grateful in fact. but he was scared you'd get harassed. he knows what it feels like, he doesn't want that to happen to the people he's close with.
as you close the door, kinich silently signs to you to come over to him. you reach out your hand but suddenly he grabs you to sit in his lap.
"(name). my future wife." he softly grasps your wrist, showing off the pretty diamond cushion cut ring in your favorite color.
you lean into his arms as he proudly showed off the ring he got to put on your finger.
"..can I have your girlfriend? first of all; fiancé, second she's mine." he reads out a few of the comments, a scowl on his face as you laughed.
at least we know it isn't mualani anymore :)
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