The First Knock On The Door Came Well Over An Hour Early, When Taro And Himiko Were Still Setting Up.

The first knock on the door came well over an hour early, when Taro and Himiko were still setting up. Of course, even if she hadn’t texted ahead, Taro knew which guest would be showing up to help out instead of waiting until things started or arriving fashionably late. “Himi-koneko, can you go let Mina in? I’m in the middle of slicing up fish, and someone keeps trying to steal a piece.”

The moment the door opened, Mina almost bounced into Himiko, pulling her into a hug. “Hey, how’s my twin sister doing?”

Himiko giggled as Mina embraced her. “My kittens are home, my boyfriend is alive, life is good.”

“Oh no," Mina groaned, "what happened this time?”

“Taro said it was the most terrifying thing he could imagine: Meeting your teacher."

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work, Monster Girls | Monster Boys Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Female Character/Original Male Character Characters: Original Monster Girl Character(s), Original Male Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Werewolves, Chases, Body Worship, Face-Sitting, Cunnilingus, Scents & Smells, Unsafe Sex, Werewolf Sex, Impregnation, Morning After Series: Part 6 of Mythophilia Summary:

Always let your friends know where you're going hiking, especially on the night of a full moon. You never know what - or who - you'll come across when you get lost.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work, Norse Religion & Lore Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Female Character/Original Male Character Characters: Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Mecha, Bondage, Aliens Made Them Do It, First Kiss, Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Explicit Consent, First Time Summary:

The Jotnar were supposed to be a myth. So were the Landvaettir, the only things truly capable of driving them away. They don't demand too great a price to ride them into battle, certainly not compared to what it'd take to fight one without them. Still, there's a right and a wrong way to do these things, and he wasn't going to do things the wrong way.

Brian looked back to Ash, at her warm, confident smile. “I’ve got you,” she promised. “Remember, this is just falling practice. We’re not even going to the top of this thing yet.

Brian gulped, hands trembling, as he gripped at the two holds nearest the sign. He started to step, only for their teacher to clear his throat. “Remember, the first step is checking your harness, but the second step is signaling your partner. You never want to assume your partner is ready.”

Brian barely was able to voice the words, “on belay?”

He felt a reassuring little tug on his harness, a little jolt of pressure letting him know Ash had the thin little line that would be theoretically saving him from injury or death as tight as she could without dragging him up the cliff. “Belay on,” she called.

Ash had drawn a heart around the words “I love you too” while he wasn’t looking. When he looked back to her, she winked, then gestured to the whiteboard with her nose. Brian silently looked back at it, then down to his notes, and jotted down the words “I love you” in response to hers. Eventually, he felt the paper move, then come back, the words “I love you too, too,” beneath his declaration.

“I love you like fresh meat loves salt,” he wrote, then passed it back to her. He saw her raise an eyebrow out of the corner of his eye, then slowly turn to him; he gestured at the whiteboard with his nose, and she huffed, scribbled, and slid the paper back.

“I love you enough to not hold the idea that you think that’s romantic against you,” she’d written.

“You are somethin’ else, you know that? I like you Mister Yamada,” she said in an affectionate tone, “even if your eyes are prolly that pretty brown ‘cuz you’re so full of shit.”

“Actually, they’re contacts,” he said. “Turns out they’re pretty close to yours.” Well, closer than any other color.

“Well ain’t that somethin’ else,” she replied. “Anyway, point is, I’m gonna do somethin’ i don’t do for everyone. You get to play with the big gal. You get through that in one piece? Maybe I’ll send my pretty little niece your way after all. Gotta warn you, though, I’m a hell of a ride.”

“Didn’t I already complain about people threatening me with a good time?”

“That you did, darlin’," she chuckled, "that you did. Just hope it ain’t too good for you.”