#Fine Mesh Bralette

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Alone with you

Azriel x Reader

Words: 5.6k

Warnings: Modern AU, Slightly College AU?, Fuckboy!Az, Possessive!Az, (but also some softboy! Az), fluff, only a little angst this time, pet names, SMUT

A/N: This one has been on my mind for a while and I'm so glad I finally finished it. dedicated to the lovely @azsazz @kennedy-brooke and @brekkershadowsinger

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“Please come out with us tonight” Feyre asked, looking to Nesta for backup.

“I have a lot of studying to do Fey. You know that organic chemistry is absolutely kicking my ass” I replied.

“I think you can manage a few hours” Nesta said “I mean if you’re doing that badly a few hours aren’t going to save your ass”

I rolled my eyes at her. she had a point.

“Fine, are the guys coming?” I asked, Feyre nodded enthusiastically.

“As far as I know it’ll be you, me, Nesta, Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel” Feyre said

Azriel. He was Cassian and Rhysands’ brother. I hadn’t spent much time with him, mostly because when we were in the same room together things tended to get heated. I rolled my eyes at the mere mention of his name.

“Be nice” Feyre said to Nesta and I “I know Azriel is kind of rough around the edges…but he’s family.”

Nesta and I exchanged side glances trying to hide in our laughter at her attempt to protect him.

“No promises” I said “Besides you both have Rhys and Cass, I’ll be the one stuck babysitting him all night when you sneak off to do dirty things with your boyfriends” we all laughed at the insinuation.

“I promise you won’t have to be alone with him” Feyre said “especially after last time”

“Hey if he wasn’t such a douchebag, then I wouldn’t have had to punch him in the face” I said calmly.

“Y/n, you gave him a black eye.” Feyre countered.

“He deserved it”

“Well, I for one make no promises” Nesta said with a smirk “Cassian loves to fuck in public”

The remainder of the walk to our shared apartment passed with conversations about outfits and aesthetics. Somehow, I had even agreed to let them decide what I would be wearing to this club opening. I would probably regret that decision later.

We all took quick showers, crowding the small bathroom in our apartment. Nesta was drying her hair in the living room and Feyre was doing her skincare routine at the bathroom vanity while I shaved my legs in the shower.

When I was finished, I toweled off and made my way to my bedroom to get ready. I did my makeup, just my usual routine and made my way to the living room so Nesta could do my hair. Feyre was ready first and put the finishing touches on my hair so Nesta could get dressed.

Feyre had chosen a black mini dress that clung to her curves nicely, it fell to her mid-thigh and had lace detailing that accentuated her breasts. She had chosen a pair of silver stilettos to accompany the dress and wore her hair half up in a messy bun with some strands falling to frame her face. Nesta on the other hand wore a black mini skirt with a black lace bralette and a long-sleeved mesh top showing of the tattoos across her ribs and arms, she paired her ensemble with black high heeled boots.

They looked incredible, I was nervous to find out what they had selected for me but as it turns out they know me really well. They had selected a nice fitting pair of black dress pants that clung to my body in all the right places and had paired it with a simple pair of black heels and a black lace bodysuit that had a nude layer under the lace to give the illusion that I was showing more skin than I was.

We met in the kitchen to wait for the Uber Rhysand had ordered for us and took a shot to prepare us for the evening ahead.

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The club was interesting. It was called Velaris which to me seemed like a silly name, but it was actually a really stunning place. The ceiling was painted black with stars adorning the entirety of the space which looked like a galaxy when you gazed up. The theme seemed to be dark academia as there were Victorian era couches and chairs in the designated seating areas and ornate gallery walls with oil paintings and gold frames. It was decadent and slightly whimsical and I loved it.

I heard Cassian’s deep baritone voice as he called us over to the table they had secured. He immediately pulled Nesta in for a kiss and she sat on his lap wrapping her arms around his shoulders and neck, Feyre took the seat beside Rhysand and he brought her hand to his mouth for a kiss. Rhys was always the gentlemen. Which left the last seat for me and of course it happened to be right next to Azriel. I flashed a smile to him as I took my seat. I had decided that I wouldn’t let him get to me, I would block his existence out and enjoy the night with my girls.

The night was going well. I was on my fourth vodka cranberry, taking a break from dancing with the girls. When it took a turn for the worst.

Nesta and Feyre had gone back to the table, and I had just finished talking to Lucien, one of the guys in my organic chemistry study group about the test we had this week. I was turning to head back to my group when I was stopped by some drunk guy.

“You wanna dance?” he practically yelled over the thumping of the music.

I shook my head, but he came closer leaning down so that he was practically talking in my ear

“Come on, just one dance” he pleaded.

“I’m good” I yelled back at him over the music “no thanks.”

“Come on sweetheart” the man said pressing himself closer to me, wrapping his arm around my side to keep me there.

I tried to move out of his grip “Seriously, I don’t want to” I said firmly pressing my hands against his chest to push him away.

“Oooohhh she’s a feisty one” he said holding my tighter. At this point I started to panic but then he appeared.

Azriel.

“She said no asshole” he said, his voice calm but serious. “I suggest you take your hands off her.”

“Or what” the man challenged.

“Or I’ll have to break them” Azriel said bringing his hands up to crack his knuckles in warning.

“This ass might just be worth it” the man said bringing his hand to graze my backside, I tried again to squirm away from his touch.

Azriel was quick, faster than lightning as he descended on the male and before I could register what was happening I heard it. The telltale -crack- as Azriel bent the mans hands in an unnatural position.

He screamed in pain, and I took the opportunity to get even with the man. I didn’t need Azriel’s help but I appreciated it. I felt the give of bone under my hand as I used my palm to break his nose. He screamed as blood gushed from his nostrils and tried to bring his broken hands to stop the bleeding.

I was vaguely aware of the onlookers but paid them no mind as I fled to the bathroom to wash his blood off my hands. What was that?

I couldn’t help but disassociate as I watched the red water circle down the drain. I was only vaguely aware of the door opening and the sound of the lock engaging.

I looked into the mirror, locking eyes with Azriel who made his way over to the sink. He wordlessly pumped the soap into his hands rubbing it over mine as he got into all the crevices, removing any trace of the blood that remained. He delicately rinsed them and grabbed a towel patting my hands dry all in tense silence.

“T-Thank you” I managed to whisper as he quickly washed and dried his own hands.

“Come on” he said gripping my hands in his “We’re leaving”

“With you?” I questioned “Absolutely not.”

“Will you stop pretending you hate me for five minutes?” he said, “You’re shaking like a leaf and this place doesn’t serve food so I’m taking you to get something to eat before you pass out.”

My stomach grumbled at the mention of food. Traitor.

“Fine but let me tell the others where I’m going” I replied.

“I’ll meet you out front” he said making his exit from the bathroom.

What the fuck are you doing. I asked myself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and making my way back to the table.

Only Rhysand and Feyre were there, his hand gripping her thigh possessively as he whispered something in her ear.

“Hey guys” I said as I approached “Where’s Nes?”

“Oh, she and Cassian left about 45 minutes ago, the sexual tension was too much” Feyre said

“Ughhh, they are insatiable” I said grabbing the remainder of my drink and chugging it

“Whoa. What’s gotten into you?” Feyre asked leaning forward as Rhys observed silently.

“I just came to let you know that I’m heading out…with Azriel.”

“You’re what?!” she exclaimed as she stood walking around the table.

“I’ll explain everything later, it’s a riveting story” I said “but he’s waiting for me outside and before you ask, I am sharing my location with you and Nes in the event that he kidnaps and murders me.”

“If I don’t hear from you in over 12 hours, I will contact the authorities” Feyre said with a smile “By the way, I’m going to Rhys’ tonight and Nes will probably stay at Cassian’s so the apartment is yours if you end up back there” she said with a wink.

“I’m not going to sleep with him, he’s my arch nemesis if you’ll recall” I said “its been…a night and we’re just getting food.”

“I know how you love a good enemies to lovers plot y/n” Feyre said “this is like your real life fantasy”

“Ha. ha. very funny Fey” said as I hugged her and turned to leave.

“Use protection!” she practically screamed as I walked away. I shook my head smiling at the implication.

As the brisk night air hit my skin, I scanned my surroundings for him. I forgot how to breathe as I saw him, holding out a black helmet as he leaned against a motorcycle.

I was in deep shit.

“Hop on princess” Azriel said placing the helmet on my head and snapping it into place under my chin. He swung his leg over the bike scooting forward as he turned the key in the ignition.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I climbed on behind him.

“It’s a surprise” he said as his hand grabbed my thigh, pulling me so that I was firmly pressed against him. I wrapped my hands around his middle, tucking my head into his back.

“Hold on tight” he said, and then we were off.

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He took me to a small diner, which was not what I expected from him. I mean this place looked like it was straight out of the 1950’s. It was called Rita’s and the décor was retro, red booths that looked like they were wrapped in cellophane with white top tables that had aluminum wrapping along the sides. The walls had a funky striped wallpaper with vintage posters. It was a cute place.

He seemed to frequent the place as the staff immediately welcomed him in by name and asked him if he wanted his usual table. He nodded, grabbing two menus and walked us to a booth in the corner. I sat on one side, and he took the other handing me a menu. I looked it over deciding on breakfast, I loved it at all times of the day but especially when I was slightly drunk. There was nothing better to prevent a hangover than waffles.

“Know what you want princess?” he asked.

“Mmhm” I nodded closing the laminated menu and setting it in front of me.

He lifted his hand, gesturing the waitress to come over to our table.

“Hey Alice” he greeted. “Slow night?”

“It’s Friday night” she replied “it’ll pick up around 3 when the bars all close”

“Typical” Az said, and he was smiling. This was a side I definitely hadn’t seen of him before.

“What can I get y’all?” Alice asked, holding a pen in one hand and a pad of paper in the other.

“I’ll have my usual” Az said “and she can have whatever she wants.”

I looked to Alice, her pen at the ready “I’ll have the Belgian waffle combo, eggs over-easy, and bacon please.”

“Alrighty, and anything to drink?” Alice asked

“Coffee for me” Az said and looked to me expectantly.  

“Uh- I’ll have the same” I said.

“Okay, I’ll be right back with those coffee’s and the food will be out soon” Alice flashed us a smile and was off.

“So. You clearly come here a lot”

“It’s quiet, and the people here…they don’t know me so I can just be who I want and not the person everyone expects me to be.”

I nodded along with what he was saying, it was so honest, I didn’t expect him to have a decent side to him, but it appears I stood corrected because he was much more complex than I gave him credit for.

Apparently his usual was a bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles and a side of fries and he was a perfect gentlemen and pretended not to notice when I snuck a few fries for myself.

The conversation between us was easy- it was carefree. We talked about everything; school, our futures, our ambitions and before I knew it the clock read 3am. As I looked around the diner I realized more of the booths were filled with couples and groups all looking for a cure to their night adventures. Alice came over to top off our coffee and Azriel took the opportunity to ask for the bill.

As Alice walked away to retrieve it, I reached into my bag looking for my wallet.

“Don’t even think about it” he warned his voice serious and demanding

“Think about what?” I asked innocently.

“Paying” he said simply

“Az, it’s no big deal I don’t mind paying my half” I argues.

“it’s a big deal to me” he said “I brought you here so it’s my treat”

“Fine” I agreed rolling my eyes dramatically.

Azriel quickly paid the bill and as we stood to leave Alice walked past wishing us a goodnight, but without warning she quickly turned around pointing her finger at Azriel like a stern parent.

“You better bring her back Azriel” Alice said sweetly “You two make the cutest couple.”

I couldn’t help but blush at the thought. Azriel and I?

As we exited the building, I realized that I didn’t want the night to end. I wanted to see more of him, experience more with him and I was nowhere near ready to part ways.

“So…what now?” I asked as I once again began the task of putting on the bike helmet.

“Well.” He said “I can take you home and we can pretend none of this ever happened.”

“Or?” I asked.

“Or. We can go back to mine for another drink.”

I felt giddy at the thought of being alone with him in his apartment and I immediately agreed. I was determined to unravel the mystery that is this man.

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His apartment wasn’t at all what I imagined. I thought it would be some ridiculously decorated bachelor pad of sorts, I assumed there would be led lights and flags on the walls and he would have red solo cups and plastic silverware but I have never been more wrong.

It was a stunning space, with a view overlooking the city skyline and he had simple and modern décor mostly a sleek black and grey but there were subtle touches of cobalt throughout the space. He even had art adorning the walls and everything was immaculately clean.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked making his way to the kitchen. I followed behind him seating myself on the island counter.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having” I replied as he pulled a pair of wine glasses from a cabinet.

He made his way to the fridge opening it to grab a bottle of wine. I noticed that he was also incredibly organized. Everything seemed to have a place. I thought as I looked around the kitchen, I refocused on him as I heard the subtle -pop- of the cork as he opened the bottle with ease and poured us both a glass before putting it back in its designated place.

He took a few steps towards me, standing between my legs as he extended the glass to me. He was so close that I could smell the slight notes of cedar and rain from his cologne, it seemed to envelop me.

“Thanks” I said taking the glass from his hands and bringing it to my lips taking a small sip.

“What do you think?” he asked swirling his glass before taking a sip.

“Well, to be honest I’m more of a white wine kind of girl- but this is excellent.”

He smiled “it’s a Valpolicella- I figured you would prefer something sweet”

“A Vallo- what?” I asked

“Valpolicella- it’s Italian” he said taking another sip.

“and you know that because…you have an affinity for wines?”

“No princess, I grew up in Italy.”

“How did I not know that?” I asked him

“It’s not something I particularly like talking about”

“Why not” I pushed as I swirled the liquid languidly in the glass

“My childhood- was not…ideal” he began

“How so?” I asked

“I was adopted… Rhysand’s parents adopted me from the Italian orphanage when I was 13 years old.”

My eyes went wide at the information- but he continued.

“When I was 13, I was working the streets, doing small jobs like delivery services for coins, hustling vacationers, and stealing scraps of food when I could. But one day there were these boys who just wanted to play with me. Their parents were in town on business and they were staying at the Hotel Adriata and invited me over for a playdate.” He laughed at the memory “I was young- obviously- and naïve so I went, and our mother just had this instant connection to me and before I knew it the papers were signed, and I was on a plane crossing the ocean.”

“That must have been traumatic to go through all of that at such a formative age” I said

He nodded, his eyes vacant and far away.

“Do you remember much about Italy?” I asked

“I remember every detail. The cobblestone streets, the salty sea air, the orphanage, the nuns, my birth parents…” He trailed off at the mention of his birth parents, so I decided to change to an easier subject.

“Do you still speak the language?”

He nodded his head

“Prove it”

“How could I possibly prove it?” he reasoned.

“Say something to me.”

“I don’t really-”

“Oh, come on” I begged “pretty please”

“Fine” he huffed as he downed the remainder of his wine in one large gulp.

“sei così dannatamente bella” he said softly “le cose che voglio farti farebbero arrossire gli dei ”

“What does that mean” I asked

He set his empty glass down beside me, resting his arms on either side of my thighs as he came close.

“It means…” he began, tucking a stray hair behind my ear as his thumb grazed my cheek.

“You’re so damn beautiful…the things I want to do to you would make the gods blush”

I forgot how to breathe as his hazel eyes burned into me, his gaze dark and hungry and maybe it was the wine, or the fact that he was so honest and vulnerable about his past, but I couldn’t seem to resist the pull to kiss him.

So, I did.

This was no ordinary kiss; it was full of passion and desire. His hand cupped my jaw angling my head to deepen the kiss as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I let out an involuntary moan at the feeling which only further encouraged him.

He lifted me from the counter with ease, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass as he carried me through the apartment. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold myself upright as I lost myself in his touch. His mouth exploring me, planting needy open-mouthed kisses to my jaw and neck.

I didn’t even realize we were in his bedroom until he turned to seat himself on the mattress angling me so that I was straddling him as I took control of the kiss, running my fingers through his hair and slowly grinding against him.

I pulled away and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, trailing my fingers over the muscles that adorned his chest and tracing the tattoos that adorned his shoulders and chest. It was a swirling black ink that almost looked like smoke.

He patted my thigh as a gesture for me to move off him a moment so he could remove his shirt and as he turned around, I let out a gasp at his back. It was a beautiful tan like the rest of him, but it was covered with two large wings. The more I looked at them the more they looked like bat wings the black ink shaded to look like the thin membrane that made up a majority of the structure and the little bones that jutted out along the tops for structure and stability. I had never seen anything so large and so detailed. I stood and approached him from behind slowly tracing my fingers along the outline of the tattoo taking in the intricacy of it.

“Like what you see princess” he teased his low voice gripping my hand and holding it against his chest as I circled back to stand in front of him.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to answer.

He grasped my wrist in his hand, pulling my flush against the front of his body “I’m going to make this very clear y/n. All it takes is one word, just one word princess. You tell me to stop, and I will-”

“And if I don’t want you to stop?” I asked in almost a whisper.

“Then you belong to me and tonight every inch of you will be mine” he said skimming his fingers over my thighs and up my body

“Then make me yours”

He wasted no time pulling my body into his, our mouths meeting in another desperate kiss a clash of teeth and tongues as he took control of my body spinning me until my back hit the mattress.

He climbed on top of me, using his knee to spread my legs as he settled himself between them deepening the kiss and running his hands along the length of my body. It was like I could feel him everywhere. He lowered himself and began at my feet, removing my heels as he ran his hands up my legs digging gently into the flesh on my thighs before his hands settled on my belt, slowly unbuckling it and then he began working on my pants, unclasping them with ease. His fingers hooked at the waistband, and I lifted my hips a little to aid him in removing them.

He discarded them somewhere behind him, I didn’t really notice as he unbuttoned the bodysuit from between my legs, I sat and pulled the garment over my head, tossing it behind him to join the pile of clothing.

I leaned back resting my weight on my elbows as I watched him. I was now almost bare in front of him, my panties were the only piece of clothing that remained, but by now they were soaking wet. The cool air heightening my need for him as my nipples peaked the skin pebbling in anticipation of his touch.

He stood at the side of the bed, his hazel eyes fixed on me as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it off in one swift movement and the next he pulled off his trousers kicking them off to the side. I trailed my eyes down the expanse of his body until they rested on his straining erection which clearly visible now that he was left in his briefs.

I gulped at the size, he was well endowed to put it nicely.

“Az…I don’t know if- if you’ll fit”

“I promise it’ll fit darling” he cooed “I just need to make sure you’re nice and wet for me”

 I squeezed my thighs together at the implication.

“Relax, princess” he said as he rested his hands on my knees, beckoning me to open my legs for him. I did and he settled himself between them pulling me, so my core was directly in front of him.

He licked his lips in anticipation before hooking his fingers on the waistband of my panties, pulling them off in one swift moment. I didn’t even have a moment to be embarrassed about being so bare in front of him because he immediately dove in.

I threw my head back in ecstasy as he lapped at me like a man starved. The sensations were so overwhelming I tried to close my legs, but his hands were there, holding me open like his own personal buffet. I felt the gentle prodding of his finger at my entrance as he pushed into me, slowly pumping it, while he licked at my clit.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight” he groaned, his voice low and guttural as he pulled his finger out of me, licking my juices off before adding another, curling the digits inside of me while paying special attention to the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I could feel my release building with every movement, but just as I was about to cum, he suddenly withdrew his fingers and his tongue. I let out a frustrated groan at the loss of contact.

“You’re not going to cum until my cock is buried deep inside of you” he said pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

I sat up on my elbows, looking down at him as he crawled his way up my body caging me beneath him. I wrapped my arms around his neck pressing a kiss to his lips. The taste of me still lingered there but I didn’t particularly care. Unlike earlier this kiss was slow- thorough. Like we had all the time in the world, like we were the only ones in it. I couldn’t help but arch into his body. I needed his touch like I needed to breathe, and he was more than happy to oblige, he held our weight with one arm while the other snaked around my waist holding me tightly against him.

From this position, I could feel his cock resting at my navel so I reached between us pumping him slowly while using my thumb to spread the pearly beads of precum around the head of him. “fuck princess” he moaned at the sensation

At that encouragement, I pressed on his chest urging him to roll over “I want to make you feel good” I said softly “but I’ve never really…done this part” I said nervously “like used my mouth”

His hand encircled my wrist pausing my movements “There will be plenty of time for that later, but right now I need to be inside of you”

I felt a wave of wetness at his admission. I wanted him too. So badly.

“You ready y/n?” he asked gently “just one word and we stop.”

“I want this.” I said with a nod “I want you.”

He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

“Eyes on me princess” he demanded. I met his gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust as he rubbed himself in my wetness coating his cock completely before pushing into me in one swift movement.

I cried out at the sudden stretch, my body working to accommodate his considerable length.

He stilled inside me, giving me time to adjust before he began a torturously slow pace pulling completely out of me before pushing himself back in to the hilt. The long strokes allowing me to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

“More” I panted

“Are you sure about that princess” he asked, his voice dark and sultry

“I’m good” I nodded meeting his hungry gaze.

“You’ll tell me if it becomes too much for you” he said lifting my legs from his waist to rest on his shoulders the new angle already driving him deeper

I nodded eagerly “I will”

“Alright princess” he said

He began with slow deep strokes and picked up the pace with each thrust. He brought one of his hands to hold my waist practically pulling my body into him as the other rested on my lower stomach his thumb finding my clit, rubbing lazy circles around the bundle in time with his thrusts.

The sensation was overwhelming, I had never felt so full or so stimulated. It was like every nerve in my body was thrumming with electricity. The only sounds filling the room were skin slapping and my moans of pleasure as he set a brutal pace, I could feel my orgasm building quickly.

My hands found his face and I pulled his forehead to rest against mine as I clung to him, my nails clawing into his back, leaving large red welts along the delicate lines of his tattoos. He flexed his shoulders at the contact and moaned at the sensation. He stilled inside me, his hand stroking my neck and jaw.

“I can feel how close you are princess” he groaned “You want me to make you cum”

“Y-yes please Az” I pleaded

“Aww. Listen to you begging like such a good girl” his thumb once again found my clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

“Look at me” he demanded “I want you to look at me when I make you cum”

He thrust deep into me, his movements on my clit fast but precise and without warning my orgasm barrelled through me, but my eyes met his and held his gaze as he chased his own release.

“Fuck princess, you’re gripping me so tight” he said before he came with a sinful sounding moan his eyes half lidded and his mouth slightly parted.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips as he gently pulled out, the combination of our releases slowly leaking out of me as he stood.

“Stay there” he said retreating to what I assumed was his bathroom as I heard the faucet running.

He returned a moment later with a warm washcloth. He gently climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight and he patted my legs urging me to open them for him. my legs were still shaking from my release, but I obliged.

“Relax. I just want to get you cleaned up” he reassured me as he ran the cloth between my folds cleaning off our juices, the warmth soothing the soreness that I could already feel was beginning to set in after our activities. Once satisfied with his work, he pulled the comforter down picking me up and tucking me under his blankets.

“Stay here” he warned “I’ll be right back”

I couldn’t help but be curious as to what he was doing, but just as I was about to get up and investigate he reemerged with a tray in hand. I sat up in his bed as he set the tray down on his side of the bed. I looked over to find that it had Tylenol, water, and an assortment of snacks and treats and my phone which I was grateful for because I hadn’t even remembered where I left it.

“Here” he said handing me a glass of water and a pill “It’ll help with any soreness.”

I downed it quickly, handing the glass back to Az.

“Can I have my phone?” I asked, he handed it over quickly as he settled himself in bed beside me. Pulling the covers over us both. I checked the time surprised to find that it was almost 6am.

I placed my phone face down on the table beside me.

“So, what now?” I asked Azriel

“Well, I would like to sleep” he teased “I’m quite exhausted”

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Feyre: Just checking in. You okay? Y/n: I'm more than okay. Be home tomorrow 😘 Feyre: 🍆?

I rolled my eyes at my phone, a smile on my lips at the fact that she was right about Az and I.

“Do I need to get you home anytime soon?” he asked pulling me closer into him, wrapping his arm around my middle.

I rolled over so we were face to face “No, I’m really enjoying this. Just being here- alone with you”

“So am I princess” he said pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Before I knew it, I slipped into a dreamless sleep, safe in the arms of a man I despised 24 hours ago, who knew that one night could change everything.

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This is going to be a bit of a throwback post for a couple sets that are almost a decade old from For Love & Lemon's Fall 2015 Skivvies collection, a LA-based boho brand that was picked up by fashion retailers like Anthropologie and Free People.

The designs of both sets with all their extra embellishments were fairly unique at the time. I still think the angular, diamond patterned mesh of the black set paired with appliques is unique and fun. You might not be able to tell from the photo but the bands of the white set are also velvet so there is some play with texture. Unfortunately, the positives end there.

These are the only FL&L sets I own because of their utterly appalling quality. They look very cute online but up close, they are a hot mess. As you can see from my close up interior photo, the stitching is completely sloppy, uneven, loose threads and raw seams everywhere. The most slap dash job imaginable. The black set is pretty much the same deal. The materials were plastic, cheap and pretty flimsy save the mesh for the white bottom which had zero stretch. The company seemed to be aiming for superficial cuteness for a photo shoot and maximal cost cutting. Like they were not made to be worn. You can perhaps see that the elastic waist of the black set has really bagged out. Most annoyingly, the little applique parts from the bottom of the cups of the white bralette are meant to drape below the band but keep curling up so it just looks silly.

I took a small in everything and the fit was fine except I probably should have sized up in the white bralette. Either way, they were very uncomfortable pieces because the materials were so cheap (apologies for not posting the fabrics for the white set below - I cut out the tags because the corners were unbelievably sharp and they kept pricking my skin).

I'm afraid I can't remember what the pieces cost. I want to say the knickers were around $60 which was basically highway robbery. In any case, these are basically H&M quality but the price point definitely wasn't because I remember being pretty offended when I received these. I feel like these sets foreshadowed the age of the disposable Instagram SHEIN outfit. A lot of things can change in a decade but I can safely say I'll never buy anything from FL&L again.

Black set: 84% nylon, 5% rayon, 11% spandex and 100% polyester

Made in China

Photos: For Love & Lemons; mine

[blawaiidezigns]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Skims Ultra Fine Mesh Triangle Bralette.

[punk-pins]

can you show us your lingerie game 👀

you suffer from horny disease but that’s fine bc I am going to use this opportunity to talk about fabrics

here’s my three pink sets 💝 first is fleur du mal, second is victoria’s secret, third is aerie

the fleur set is objectively best (unfortunately sometimes more expensive things are actually better). at this level of quality a lot of care is given to the placement of embroidery, the the flatness of the dart seams, the angle of the silhouette having continuity through the pieces, etc etc. the mesh body is 100% polyester, but the straps / trims are 95% silk, 5% elastane. the embroidery has stretch to it bc it’s part of the garment, not just basted on. beautiful set 10/10 im love her <3

the vs set has a very pretty look, but there’s a marked decrease in quality. the entire garment is polyester, so there’s no shine the garment except for the ribbon. I like the style of the floral embroidery, but it’s entirely appliqué (the pieces are made separate from the garment on mesh bases, and stitched onto the body after). nothing inherently wrong with appliqué, but the raw edges were left bc they were sewn down for time and practicality, not meticulous quality. looks pretty on, but doesn’t have the wow factor that higher quality materials have.

the aerie set is a lace bralette made from polymide (imo glorified polyester, it’s still plastic, just softer) and elastane. there’s no back closure, it’s all stretch, so no underwire also, but there’s a v wire for separation at the front. it’s comfortable, it’s bright, it’s cute! but I am resentful of the panty. it may match in color, but it doesn’t actually match the style, cut, and coverage of the top. it’s a cost effective design decision to make a very basic panty so all you have to change is the color between sets, but it degrades the overall value of having a matching set for the top.

[y2sims]

EXECUTABLES’ WRAP BRALETTE RECOLORS | SFS

i really liked this top that @executables-sims shared a while ago! it only had two original colors (red and white) and i really wanted to try to make some more, ha! 18 to be exact... i’ve never made clothing recolors before, so i hope i didn’t do anything wrong. i tested them in game and they seem to work just fine! 😊 i might have messed up the quality a little while recoloring, but it doesn’t look too bad, to me at least...

the top comes in 18 random colors. you can see the swatch here! some of them are based on anna’s colors, even if i edited them all a little. you can find the original download post for this top here! the shirt has thin and fat morphs and it’s categorized as everyday only.

the mesh is included!

credits: executables-sims, an_na, hafiseazale (for anna’s colors actions!)

[yarnnerdally]

Hey, you~ 😉 Look, Ally, I'm not even gonna try to make up excuses this time. You know what's coming... or WHO's coming. Pun not intended but ehe~

So, for the VoT 2022 event how about:

1. Clavis + Day 2 Sexy lingerie (on him cough cough) + “Fine, I admit, I’ve fantasized about this before.”

OR

2. Clavis + Day 29 Cumming in pants + “You say that, but all I hear is ‘more, more, more’” 😏😏😏

Go nutzo and Happy Kinktober huhuhu~ 😈 💜

YES

Spoiler alert: Number 2 will still be happening as well ;) but for now…

For the wonderful Venus. May we lust over the King of Mischief perpetually.

Unholy Clothing

Pair: Clavis X Reader

Tags: Lingerie, penis in vagina sex, thigh fucking, AFAB Reader, woman on top, pet names, praise kink

18+ under tab. MDNI

You hummed lightly to yourself as you walked back towards the library, stopping only as you felt your leg brush up against something. Quickly you backed away but the damage was done and the tripwire had been activated. You shut your eyes tight and braced yourself for whatever was coming until there was… nothing. The only thing that could be heard was the soft sound of something made of paper falling to the floor. You opened your eyes slowly and let out a sigh of relief as you saw it was a note, obviously from your love. While you still had a difficult time deciphering Lelouchian, you understood this note. All it had was a heart drawn on it with the number 8 below it. You laughed lightly to yourself and tucked it between two of the books you held. ‘That gives me just enough time to put these away and freshen up before meeting Clavis,’ you thought as you continued on your way. You often met in his room for whatever it was going to be and it varied day to day. Sometimes it was an impromptu dessert(?). Others it was love making until you were both hoarse. Others .still it was TDP (Trap Development Planning) that he would still occasionally attempt to rope you into. Sometimes all three. (You’d never helped with any of the traps, per se. But occasional quips about schedules and the like somehow made it into their conversations over tea but what Clavis did with that information was none of your business.) 

You thought fondly of your lover, your utter gentleman, as you freshened up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You knew you were lucky, that was for sure. Anticipation began to gnaw at your stomach and your thoughts were already wandering. Clavis had been out shopping that day and, though you were loath to learn of it later, he purposefully kept it from you for some sort of surprise. It could be a disaster waiting for you, but… your gut told you it’d be worth it. You finished getting ready and made your way to Clavis’ room, knocking lightly before entering. “Clavis? I heard you went into town today. What did you…” Your words trailed off as you saw Clavis lounged against the post of his bed. 

Clavis wore very little and it was… well, it was really fucking hot. Your eyes roamed over his body and took him in. His g-string was a dark navy and you swore if you looked close enough it was a cheetah print on the front. It was attached to a piece of fabric that was attached to a ring that settled at the center base of his sternum and another piece attached to that wrapped around his torso. It nearly looked like a bralette and in the triangles that barely covered his pecs was a fine navy mesh. The material came up and over his shoulders, crossing in the back you saw as he got up and walked towards you. “My, my. My little rabbit seems to be lost for words, hm?” He purred, picking up her hand and placing a kiss to the back of it. “Well?”

“Nothing decent comes to mind,” you breathed out, bringing your hand up to his cheek. He looked at you pointedly and laughed lightly. "Fine, I admit, I've fantasized about this before." Guiding him to you, you guided his face to yours and kissed him with such enthusiasm and gripped at the thin string of his thong. He chuckled against your lips and pulled you closer to him and you could feel his warmth through your blouse. The thin pouch began to grow and you grinned as you felt it. “It’s quite pretty,” you cooed, breaking away from the kiss to place a single kiss in the middle of Clavis’ sternum. “The navy looks good. The mesh is a nice touch,” you continued, your hand worming its way between your bodies to grip his growing erection. He groaned as you began to stroke him over the mesh and his hands began to work at your blouse.

“I thought you might like it,” he murmured, attaching his lips to the crook of your neck and sucking a mark onto it. He pushed his hips into your hand and you laughed lightly. “I’ve been terribly naughty all day thinking about this, my dear. I got hard even trying it on.” You hummed as you kissed him deeply. The thought thrilled you as you moved your arms to help Clavis rid you of your shirt. “I think I rather like being called pretty,” he went on, bringing his head back up to kiss you. A giggle was trapped behind your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, slowly moving the two of you back towards the couch. You pushed him onto the couch gently and unfastened your skirt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft ‘floof’. Clavis’ grin widened as he eyed you carefully. “We could get you a set, too. Though, we’d have to bring all options here. No one else would be allowed to see you.” He spoke as you climbed onto his lap, straddling his bulge.

“Mmm. I don’t know. I like pampering you like this,” you murmured as you kissed his jaw and kissed your way to his ear. You bit at the lobe and sucked on it, earning a strangled moan from your lover. He bucked against you and your moan echoed in his ear. “So pretty under me. So pliant,” you continued, grinding yourself against him and earning another moan.

“D-darling,” Clavis fumbled, his cheeks going pink. He was so hard it was nearly painful and he couldn’t stop himself from bucking up into you again. “More. Please,” he breathed, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You laughed lightly before kissing him deeply, finding your rhythm as you thrusted gently on top of your lover’s cock. His whimpers were incredible and you groaned deeply. Hands moved over skin and grabbed strong holds to stay put with you on top of him.

“Such a good boy for me,” you murmured, nipping at Clavis’ lip as your hand moved down to take him out of the g-string. Your stroked him lightly before moving your panties to the side, grinning against his lips. “Tell me what you need, my love. Use your words,” you encouraged him, letting your now slick folds rub his engorged cock. He whimpered again at the warmth and gripped your hips harder.

“Fuck me, please, darling,” he begged. Your mouth watered and hung open slightly. 

“Again.”

“(Y/N), please fuck me, I swear I’m going to lose my m-” Clavis’ words were cut off as you lowered yourself onto him and in one swift motion had him buried to the hilt in your cunt. A shout escaped your lips and you whimpered loudly. The intrusion was sudden but there was no pain to it as you shifted your hips back and forth. Your patience was at it’s end as you began to move on top of him, lifting and dropping your hips. A quiet string of un-gentlemanly curses escaped Clavis’ lips as you bounced on him. His fingers found purchase on your thighs and he let out a choked groan as you kept up the brutal pace. 

“Such a good boy, surprising me with this,” you cooed against his neck before nipping at it. Your own high was fast approaching. One hand went to Clavis’ chest to toy with one of his nipples under the fine mesh. 

“Bring you with me. Pick out more,” his words slipped from their finer grammar and you smirked, kissing him deeply. The thought was almost more lovely than how he felt inside you and under you at that very moment.

“I don’t know. I might just take advantage of you in the dressing room,” the words caused Clavis to whimper and you bit your lip. You buried your head in the crook of Clavis’ neck and began to see stars as the knot in your stomach threatened to fray your every last nerve. “I’m going to c-come on your cock.” The words tumbled from your lips as your hips began to stutter on his, your orgasm hitting you like a freight-train. He felt so good and deep and warm in you.

“That’s it, love,” Clavis murmured, letting you ride through your high as he was on the verge of his own. He pulled out after a moment and kept you on top of him. His cock slotted between your thighs and against your oversensitive clit and you nearly screamed as he began to thrust against you. Within ten thrusts he was coming over your thighs, the viscous seed pouring up and over them and back onto his own legs. You let your body go lax over his as you both caught your breath, nuzzling one another lazily. 

“Holy shit,” you murmured with a slight laugh, pulling your head up to kiss your lover sweetly. 

“You’re telling me,” he replied softly, bringing a hand up to brush away the hair that had stuck to your forehead. “That was incredible. You were incredible.”

“Me? Look who’s talking,” you praised, kissing him sweetly again. “But. Now I need to know. When are we going shopping?”

“As soon as possible.”

[army-stay-noel]

First Concert

Please be nice, this is my first post. This is based off a dream I had a while back. I'm not the best writer, more of a painter.

Hyunjin x reader; fluff

STRAY KIDS 7PM the sign outside the venue said. You and your best friend, April, finally got to go to their concert. You had been saving enough money to get a spot close enough to the boys that you could see the sweat on their face. It only took two years, but you're here.

You both were hoping that your outfits would get their attention. You wore leather pants, a black mesh crop top with long sleeves, a bright red bralette underneath, and red heels. April was wearing a black mini skirt, silver bra-top, and knee high black boots.

When the boys finally came out, you both screamed as loud as possible. As the concert continued, you noticed a few of the boys look over at the both of you and smiled. The only one that mattered to you though was your bias, Hyunjin. You caught him looking at you multiple times. You finally waved and he waved back.

In between two songs, you saw Hyunjin lean down to talk to one of the security guards. Once he was done speaking to him, the guard came up to you and April. "I need you two to come with me." April looked at you with a puzzled face and you just shrugged your shoulders. The guard walked you both backstage. You weren't sure what was going on. You thought you were in trouble for something. "Can you both stay right here for a moment?" He walked away.

When Stray Kids had a costume change, you both started looking for the security guard. He hadn't come back yet and you wanted to know what was going on. That's when someone tapped your shoulder. "Hi, I'm sure you know, but I'm Hyunjin" he said in broken English. He then goes on to introduce the other members to you both. He looked at the both of you waiting for one of you to say something. Neither of you could. Instead, April elbows you in the side. "I'm y/n, and this is April" Hyunjin smiled at you.

"Hello y/n. Hello April. Would you like to stay back here until the show is over and join us for dinner?" Your mouth dropped as Chan asked you. April just kept nodding her head over and over. You looked at chan and smiled, "yes. We can do that. Thank you."

The guys were then told to go back on stage. April repeatedly hit your arm. "Did that just happen? Are we dreaming? WE JUST TALKED TO STRAY KIDS!" You rolled your eyes. "You mean, I talked to them?" You said while laughing. As you watched the show from the back, Hyunjin kept looking at you and smiling. You smiled back every time.

Finally, the longest hour of your life ended. The security guard finally came back to you. "Follow me, ladies." He said before leading you down a long hallway. You made it to a door that read 'Lounge'. "Just wait in here. Everyone will be in in a few minutes." He closed the door after letting you both inside. About 20 minutes later, the door opened. First was Lee Know. He shyly smiled at you both. Then came in Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, and IN. Felix looked at both of you and nodded, "Hi again, y/n and April." You both smiled at them and waved. Neither of you were able to talk at the moment. Lastly, Han, Hyunjin, and Chan came in. "Thank you for joining us, ladies. We'll be going to dinner soon. We just wanted to know what type of food you like before going somewhere."

Finally, April spoke. "We aren't picky. Wherever you guys would like to go, we'll be fine with." That was all they needed before they all stood up to leave and head to the vans. That's when someone grabbed your hand. "Walk with me?" You heard Hyunjin say. You felt your heart skip a beat. You felt like you were on cloud nine. April looked back trying to see why you weren't next to her. She saw as Hyunjin had just grabbed you hand and she winked at you, then went out with the rest of the group.

Hyunjin started asking you about yourself. Your hobbies, favorite food, favorite color, where your from. It felt like you were being interrogated. You didn't mind since it was Hyunjin. You answered all of his questions. When you reached the vans, you got in the same one as April, Chan, and Felix. You knew April had a huge crush on Chan, so you knew they'd be together. It made you smile seeing them talking. You felt like both of your dreams were coming true and you couldn't believe it.

You pulled up to Yamashiro. You'd never been to it before. Then again, you really don't go out much. You were all seated at a really large table. Hyunjin pulled out your chair then took a seat next to you. You looked over the menu and saw it was mainly an Asian fusion restaurant. You just ordered some sushi. You had told hyunjin it was your favorite food which is why they decided to go there.

Everyone at the table talked for hours. You were so happy to be able to talk to your favorite kpop idols. You felt like you were able to get to know them more as people. You realized they really were regular people who just happened to be really talented and good looking.

After everyone was done eating, you were asked where your hotel was. You told them and the driver just shook his head no. Chan asked him why. "That's not a safe part of town." You and April knew it wasn't safe, but it was all you could afford and you weren't going to miss the concert. Chan looked over at Felix, "you want to stay in my room with me and let the girls take your room?" Felix nodded his head. "Good, you two aren't going over there. You can stay at our hotel, with us, where you'll be safe. We'll get someone to cancel your reservations." You knew Chan was nice, but you didn't think he was going to be that nice and protective. You thanked him. "Anything for Stay." Felix then chimed in, "and our friends." He said with a big smile that reminded you why people refer to him as sunshine.

Getting to the hotel didn't take long. It was about 10 minutes from the hotel. It was beautiful. You knew you could never afford it. April looked over at you, "hey y/n, what about our stuff? We already dropped our stuff at the other hotel." Chan overheard and told you that someone had already gone to pick up your things and would be back in a few minutes.

You were starting to get tired and checked your phone, just to realize it was already 2 in the morning. Had you really been out that long? You just had to wait for your things to get back, and then you could go to sleep. You felt your hand being grabbed again. You weren't surprised to see it was Hyunjin again. "Do you want to go for a walk with me?" You were exhausted and your feet hurt from your heels. You couldn't tell him no, though. You told him you'd love to, but that you wanted to get your shoes off and put them in your room first. You looked for your room and went inside to put your shoes next to the bed. As you were opening your door, April and Hyunjin walked up carrying the bags that were dropped off. You opened yours to grab your flip-flops. You were happy you didn't have to walk outside barefoot. Hyunjin then told you that he could wait for you if you wanted to change clothes. You needed to change. You weren't feeling very comfortable in your outfit anymore. Walking into the hotel made you feel like you were in the movie Pretty Woman. You didn't want to walk through the lobby in that outfit again. You changed into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt.

You walked out the door to your room and saw Hyunjin waiting in the hall for you. "You look much more comfortable. And beautiful." You couldn't help but blush. "Thank you. You look great, as always." You told him once you realized he had changed clothes, as well. He was now wearing a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt. He really did look good. He grabbed you hand and headed to the lobby.

It was beautiful outside, despite how late it was. It was quiet, too. Which surprised you since you were in the middle of the city. You felt relaxed with Hyunjin next to you. It's the most relaxed you've felt in a long time. You couldn't help but smile. Hyunjin looked over at you and smiled, too. "Y/n, can I take a picture of you?" You shook your head. You hated how you looked in pictures. You thought you always looked bad in them. You told him this, but he kept saying how beautiful you were. "What if we take one together?" You agreed to that. You knew the focus would be on him in the photo. You got close to each other for the picture. "Are you ready? 1, 2." He kissed your cheek as he took the picture. The look of surprise took over your face. "Sorry, I've been wanting to do that." You stared at him. You were in shock. You knew this had to be a dream. He put his hands on your face and gave you a peck on your lips. You wanted another kiss, so you reached up and put your arms around his neck. He kissed you. You could feel your head starting to spin. This was really happening. You felt his tongue touch your lips, asking for an invitation inside. You didn't hesitate giving him permission.

After kissing and taking a few more photos, you went back to the hotel. When you got to your room, Hyunjin kissed you once more. "Thank you for tonight. I'll see you in the morning before rehearsal." You went into your room and saw April sleeping on the bed. You went over and bounced on the bed. You had to tell her what happened. You were so excited and she was happy for you. Once you told her everything, you both went to sleep. You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow brought.

[oogaboogasphincter]

Kinktober Day 9

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

prompt: hate/angry sex🖤lingerie🖤forced orgasm (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 900+

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), swearing, not a whole lot of explicit stuff in this one, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: if i choosed the color purple bc it happens to be a certain someone’s favorite color. i don’t choose it bc i did. no i didn’t. ❤️ (if y’all are confused look up the if i eated soap tweet💀) +day 8 is coming soon, i have an idea for it that i'd like to develop properly 🌷🦋

gif by @javier-pena​

You feel strange. You feel like yourself, but you’ve never met this version of her. You didn’t even know she existed until a month ago, when you were lazing on the couch with Javi, mindlessly scrolling through your phones. On an endless Tik Tok binge, you had paused on a video of a girl making lingerie. She was promoting her small business, showing the details of the product: the fine mesh of the set, the decorative (but not gaudy) frills, the heart-shaped clasps holding the whole thing together. At the end of the video, she modeled the set herself, and that’s when you caught Javi staring over your shoulder. Feeling playful, you swatted his chest hard, leaving him laughing with a halfhearted “Ow.” 

You teased, “Fuck off, Javi.”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t staring at the girl, cariño. I think that stuff’s pretty.”

And so the seed was planted. You ordered your size that night, tilting your screen away from your boyfriend’s wandering eyes. The girl had filmed herself making a baby pink set, but you decided to opt for the lilac version: one of Javi’s favorite colors. 

The package came this morning - Javi found it a little weird that you insisted on getting the mail alone - and you kept it behind your back, scampering to your bedroom. Knowing that Javi sometimes perused your underwear drawer, you hid the package in the drawer that houses your shorts, pants and skirts. You couldn’t wait until he left for work so you could try it on.

Sending him off with a lingering kiss and a hot mug of coffee, you grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen on your way to the bedroom. You fished the package out of its hiding spot, cut it open and marveled at the pieces before you. The quality is impeccable; the hand stitching is thick, firm and matches the coloring of the mesh, the fabric is sturdy yet flexible and all of the pieces are here. 

You now stand in front of the bathroom mirror, dressed head to toe in the getup. The bralette is unlined; leaving your beauty to be on full display, covered only in lavender Swiss dots. Your middle runs into the garter belt, decked out with tiered ruffles on the sides, which extends to the garters themselves. They clip to your stockings with narrow purple ribbons, which reach halfway up your thighs. The thong panty shapes your cheeks in an oh-so flirty way. Innocent but tempting, a scrumptious treat wrapped up in violet hues, you await Javi’s return home on his lunch break. 

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out, announcing his entrance. It melts your heart to hear the phrase in his voice, and your love drips down, down to your core. 

“Come in here!” you shout, assuming a - hopefully - sultry position on the bed. You stack your legs on top of one another and plant your palm firmly on the mattress, holding your weight up with that shoulder. 

He stops in his tracks when he rounds the corner. “Holy fuck” is all he can muster, said through an exhilarated breath. 

Biting your lip, giddy over his astonishment, you greet him with a wiggle of your fingers, “Hi.”

He takes a tentative step forward, not sure what he wants to do quite yet. Does he want to strip you of the lingerie, ripping it off of you with his bare hands, and fuck you so hard you both see stars? Would he rather drop to his knees, admire your angelic figure, and praise it like he’s begging for salvation? He’s not a particularly religious man, but if there’s a heaven for him, he’s looking right at it. 

His hands reach out slightly, wanting to just grab you and run his palms, knuckles, fingertips all over your skin, your adornments, but he retracts them. He’s afraid he won’t be able to contain his ravenous lust and would tear his meal clean from its delicate packaging. 

You quietly invite him over, “C’mere.”

He does as you say like a trained animal, climbing onto the bed and kneeling in front of you. You take his hand and place it on the rise of your hip, running his fingers through the soft ruffles. His only reaction is a hard swallow. 

“Do you like it?” you tease.

“D-d-do-,” he laughs at his own stuttering, meeting your eyes, “Do I like it?” 

He wraps his warm arms around your middle, pulling you onto your back and below him, “Angel face, I love it.” 

Laving at your neck with his lips, teeth and tongue, his rough hands skim up and down your sides, his jeans scratchy on the exposed patches of your thighs. One breathless moan of his name is all the motivation he needs to descend down your frame, spotting kisses all over your body, before rucking the crotch of your thong to the side. 

“Wait, Jav, let me take it off. I don’t want to rip it.”

Javier just shakes his head, eyes lost on your dripping mound; your slick has darkened the pale lilac of the mesh to a rich purple, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“You can’t, you can only buy a whole new set,” you explain.

“I’m getting you one in every fucking color.” 

And with that argument settled, you take delight in the sound of the seams ripping under his passionate touch, and his desperate tongue can finally dip into your wanting hole. 

💘taglist: @pascalpanic

[devoraqs]

[dress] + [praise] for Sachasrian?

In which Julian looks very nice indeed

(773 words of pure Spice)

The rosy flush of Julian’s skin complimented the swathes of finely-spun black and red lace and mesh hugging his body quite marvellously, Asra thought to himself. This set of lingerie had been a birthday gift from him and Alexander, and from the moment Julian had unwrapped it that morning they knew it would be put to good use as soon as possible. And what a good use it was.

Hands bound in black cord and cuffed to the bed posts, Julian was stretched out across the mattress and Asra’s eyes roved over him, drinking in every detail. The black bralette with red straps was decidedly askew after he and Alexander had pulled it this way and that in order to kiss across Julian’s tits, and the remnants of their lipsticks were smudged on skin and lace alike. Further down, past an abdomen also covered in kisses and bites, the matching panties strained around Julian’s hard cock, the swirls and loops of the lace catching the light. Red suspenders ran down from the waistband to the stockings covering Julian’s legs, which were hitched over Alexander’s shoulders as the shorter man slowly, rhymically thrust into him.

Alexander turned his head and nipped at the clothed skin of Julian’s thigh, and Julian barely contained the long, high pitched whine that passed his lips. Asra smiled, bending down to kiss him and swallowing the moan that followed when Asra slid his hand into Julian’s messy curls and tugged. “There’s a good boy,” Asra murmured against Julian’s lips when they parted, “you look so gorgeous, Ilya,” he turned his head and glanced at Alexander, who was watching them through lidded eyes with a smile playing on his lips,” wouldn’t you agree, Sacha?” Alexander made a low sound of agreement in his throat, canting his hips into Julian’s again, prompting a gasped,

“Ah! Sanya!”

Asra trailed his hand down Julian’s body and stroked teasingly over the outline of his cock. Julian hissed out Asra’s name this time, followed by a hoarse,

“Oh please…”

“What do you think, Asra?” Alexander panted, picking up his pace, “I think our darling Ilya deserves to be indulged after taking my cock so well.”

Asra smirked in lieu of answer, letting his tongue dart out and drag over the lace of Julian’s panties. Julian lurched, his cuffs clattering against the bedpost, swallowing down a garbled moan.

“Let us hear you, my love,” said Alexander, “you make such beautiful sounds.”

Platitudes aside, it was an order, not a suggestion, and it made the flush covering Julian’s body deepen to a truly magnificent shade of crimson as he obeyed. Asra deftly hooked a finger round the waistband to pull Julian’s cock free, and wasted no time in sinking his mouth down around it and timing the bobs of his head with Alexander’s thrusts. Julian howled, his head lolling back onto the pillows. Overstimulated as he was from the rubbing of the lace against his skin, Alexander fucking him into the mattress and Asra taking his cock deep into his throat, it wasn’t long before he choked,

“I’m close, I’m… please.”

Asra pulled off then, catching Alexander’s eye, and Alexander withdrew, sitting back on his haunches. Julian whined at the sudden loss of contact,

“Please, I’ve been so good, please.”

Asra inclined his head and Alexander shuffled over to join him,

“You have been good, Ilya. You’ve been wonderful,”

Julian keened at the praise, swallowing hard. Asra then bent back down and licked a long stripe up the side of Julian’s length, and Alexander mirrored it, laving his tongue up and down. Julian watched them, eyes wide and breath heaving, pulse pounding in his ears as the two of them pushed him closer and closer towards his peak until, as Asra swirled his tongue around Julian’s head and Alexander sucked slowly at his base, he came with a rasped shout of both their names.

As he came down off his high, he became aware of Alexander kissing a hickey into his stomach as Asra methodically licked the last of his cum from his lips.

“I love it when you say our names like that, Ilya,” Asra cooed, “such pretty sounds from a pretty mouth.”

Alexander pressed a kiss to Asra’s hot cheek,

“Well, I think we should put that lovely mouth to even better use. Would you like that, Ilya my love? Asra riding your face while I fuck you more?”

Julian nodded, a hint of his usual playful smirk ghosting on his lips,

“Oh, I’d like that very much. Asra?”

“Absolutely,” Asra replied, kneeling over Julian and guiding his head to his pussy, “Such a good boy, Ilya.”

[multistanman]

Suncream

Fromis_9 Seoyeon x Male Reader

1930 words

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Had a rush of ‘inspiration’ after seeing this photo. I can only apologise for my style potentially being jarring or any other issues. I think it was only an hour or so but it’s hard to know when in a ‘boner haze’

Mondays sucked, no two ways about it. Fortunately, you had managed to get the day off work thanks to the manager suddenly having to call in sick due to "unforeseen developments" the night before. So whilst everyone else was going to be stuck inside of a cramped office building on such a fine day, you decided that you were going to spend some time relaxing and taking in rays on the beach. As you had predicted, the beach was mostly empty because, well, who on earth goes to the beach on a Monday morning. There was only one other person present and they seemed quite happy to mind their own business listening to music. With the hope of preventing any unwanted confrontation or awkward interaction (the fateful last words), you put down your towel behind and just right of the other person. But, of course, your luck ran out and you dropped your water bottle straight onto your foot, immediately suppressing the outrageous string of vulgarities you were about to release. Evidently, the attempt was not good enough as the girl lying in front of you turned around, curious of the muffled bottle on human violence occurring behind her. She pulled down her sunglasses for a better view of what was going on. Her eyes were quite stunning, with subtle dark circles surrounding her hazel irises, making her look sort of like a panda. No doubt you looked quite insane in this moment. A man on a beach on a Monday morning bouncing up and down cursing underneath his breath with no apparent cause staring into this random girl's eyes all the while. The girl, however, seemed entirely disinterested, tutted at you and returned to her music and tanning. You eventually got yourself settled onto your towel, taking special care not to drop anything else in slight fear of panda eyes tutting at you again. You stared at the ocean for a wall before you saw the girl moving in your peripheral vision. She had sat up for a drink of water but seemed to be struggling to remove the lid of the bottle. As a chivalrous gentleman, you moved to offer to help. At which point, she did manage to get the bottle open but not in the way one would typically open a bottle. With all the force she was putting into removing the lid, she ended up jerking the bottle upwards when it finally came loose, dousing herself in water. You stopped in an squat halfway between standing up and kneeling, not sure quite what to say or do in the situation. Your knowledge of chivalry only extended so far. A gentleman should not interfere when a lady has gotten wet after all. You both remain still in the end until eventually the girl begins to dry herself off with the towel, looks at you in your strange half squat and tuts again. That was now two tuts you had received in the space of fifteen minutes from this same girl. In a very strange way, it was sort of refreshing to see someone with such little care. Some more time passes as you both return to your original positions until you are once again distracted by her movement. This time it seemed she was re-applying her sun cream. She sneaks a quick glance at you before shaking the bottle up and down and popping the lid up. She squeezes a sizable amount onto her free hand and begins to work it into her abs and stomach. You had become quite entranced by the sun cream-centric performance happening before you as she sensually rubbed the remaining cream into her skin. The girl then moves onto covering her thighs, seemingly not realising that you are watching the whole ordeal with your mouth agape. In order to get her thighs, the girl decides to sit on her knees, giving you a wonderful view of her ass in her denim shorts. Her ass swayed from side to side as she massaged the sun cream into her thighs. It was at this point, that she finally caught you peeking as she looked over her shoulder, clearly feeling your eyes undressing her from behind. You panicked and grabbed the book that was lying next with the goal of looking as smooth and relaxed as possible. You tried to seem as nonchalant as possible as the girl walked up to you and asked "You like what you see huh?" "Yep, I mean this book is amazing. Crazy that you've read it as well, I mean what are the chances of that?" was the best response that you could think of under pressure. She clearly called your bluff as she pulled her sunglasses down so you could see those cute panda eyes again. But, instead of tutting at you again, she hands you the bottle of sun cream and turns around, beginning to tie her hair up into pigtails so that you could properly cover her back. Given that this girl was even talking to you after you had so blatantly ogled her, encouraged you to try and use up all of your luck. You took the bottle and poured some sun cream onto both of your hands. You massaged the sun cream in between the girl's shoulder blades and worked your way up to her nape making sure you to press your palms into all of the sensitive areas. You thought you heard a slight moan but it could have been sunstroke getting to your brain. You finished up the application with some professional masseuse level karate chops and went to hand the bottle back. The girl takes the bottle and you sit back down, still wondering if that was an actual moan that you heard when rubbing it in. That question was quickly answered when the girl straddled you, once again handing you the bottle as she motioned towards her breasts and chest. "How rude to leave a girl uncovered like that" she added before leaning back slightly, inviting you in. You obliged because you were not going to pass up the opportunity to essentially feel this beautiful girl's breasts as she was sat on your lap. As you poured more sun cream onto your hands, the girl removed the mesh top she was wearing leaving her only in her vanilla bralette, shorts and a necklace hanging perfectly between her breasts. Her breasts were not the largest but they were pushed up nicely by the top and they fit her smaller frame nicely. By this point, she had also removed her sunglasses and was sat looking expectantly at you with those damned panda eyes. You tentatively began to rub the sun cream into her chest but she grabs your hands and pulls them onto her tits and starts massaging herself with your hands. She bites her lip seductively and pushes you down onto your towel. You both look into each other's eyes as you feel her hands work up underneath your shirt feeling up your chest and abs. Your lips locked as she caressed your upper body and your tongues collided in an unholy mess as she tried to assert her dominance over you. You were quite happy to take the backseat and let her do the work on top of you. She got tired of your mouth as her hands walked their way down to your shorts, unbuttoned them and pulled down both your shorts and boxers just enough that she could pull your now erect cock out. Without any hesitation or adjustment, she takes your whole cock into her mouth and looks up at you. It seemed strange to admit but the panda eyes + mouth full of your dick really was a good look for her. She twisted and jerked the base of your cock with her hand as she sucked up and down still maintaining the eye contact. You felt your toes stretch and crunch as she ran her tongue up the underside of your cock and finished by licking your urethra and you knew you were coming close to cumming. You relayed this information to the girl and she immediately stopped sucking your dick, edging and teasing you. The girl gets off your lap but only to remove her own shorts, revealing the lack of underwear underneath. She once again straddles your lap this time with her naked vagina lips lined up above your cock. She slowly lowers herself down, allowing some adjustment this time as you lustfully buck your hips upwards trying to bury your hilt further and further. She continues sinking down until your penis is fully inserted at which point she starts bouncing up and down on top of you. During this, the girl starts massaging her own breasts and adjusts her previously-formed ponytails, unsure where to put her hands. Seeing this, you push your back up slightly, grab hold of the ponytails yourself and pull her down towards you as you engage in another chaotic makeout session. This elicits a cute giggle from the girl on her way down as she continues riding you and you try to match the rhythm by bucking your own hips upwards, pushing as deep as possible. You match her tempo perfectly and she has to stop kissing you to moan right into your ear. You were already close from the edging earlier and that moan just about pushed you over the edge. You tapped the girl's back and she seemed to instantly catch on to what you meant as she got up off of you. You were expecting her to kneel down and keep jerking you but instead she rolled you off your own towel and lay down in your place and whispered two words that you could not have been happier to hear. "Paint me" You stood up and jerked your cock as the beautiful girl you had just randomly met on your day off lay below you with no bottoms on and waiting for you to cum on her. It didn't take much as you sprayed white streaks of cum, initially, on those succulent abs that you had watched her rub sun cream into earlier before working your way up to her face and neck. The girl smiled the whole way through as she sat up with your cum starting to run down her nose and lips. She thanks you as she rubs the cum into her abs as if it was sun cream. She allows the cum on her face to stay there as she redresses herself with the discarded clothes. You stand there in disbelief at whatever has just happened. The girl goes back to her bags and fiddles around with something for a bit before coming back over to you. She walks straight past before giving you a love tap on your naked ass before telling you to pull your shorts back up and then just leaves. You quickly restore your dignity, not wishing to be caught naked by some stranger. Although, thinking about what just happened with that girl, maybe it wouldn't be a such a bad interaction. As you go back to relax on your towel and gather your scrambled thoughts you feel a piece of paper in the pocket of your shorts. "Thanks for the cum, stranger. Much better than sun cream ;) Thinking about going camping soon, hmu (0XX-XXX-XXXX) Seoyeon" There was a cute little panda face scribbled at the bottom of the note and you put it back in your pocket, making a mental note to call that number later on. Mondays sucked a whole lot less now...

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Thank you for reading, any feedback welcome. Wrote it quickly just because I had a rush of inspiration really. 

[janetburston]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: COPY - Felina Abbie Lace Contour Bralette Large NWT.

[hueshiftersofficial]

Hue Shifters Fashion Posts: Coral Rogue

Like with Azure’s, I also intended to get this one done a while ago, but here is the next of the fashion posts! For this one, we have Coral! I wasn’t actually sure what her exact style is, but I do know that like her best friend she just likes to have fun with her looks. I hope you enjoy! :3

(The previous ones: Hyacinth, Azure)

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Coral’s style consists of clothes that are fitting and show off her body nicely, having fun party/club vibes. Off-the-shoulders tops, tops with cut-outs, bralettes, sheer or mesh shirts worn over just bras, strappy crop-tops, cropped jackets, short-shorts, leggings, skinny jeans, mesh tights, mini skirts, sheer open over-skirts, and bodycon dresses. Prefers her clothes to be tighter and form-fitting than baggy, but she does have one baggy leather jacket that she’ll to match with her bestie Azure. Likes to dress up for a fun night with him, though her style is more ‘covered’ and not as revealing save for her cut-out and mesh shirts. Prefers a more fun and modern style than the more loose and mature style of the Rogue clan, because as she has gotten older she has started wanting to distance herself from her maternal clan. For footwear, she prefers boots with tall ones being her favorites, but does have some workout sneakers for her matches and some wedge heels for more classy and formal outfits.

For colors, as her mother’s clan is a high-ranking one whose signature color is pink, she does have a lot of clothing in that color. She prefers darker pinks and magenta to any of the lighter shades, but she does own a couple sheer pieces in a softer, baby pink shade. On the other hand, her father came from a lower-ranking clan than that of her mother’s, with their signature color being orange, and since she has always felt closer to her father and his side of the family, she likes to honor them by adding pops of orange into her outfits. These mainly appear in her accessories, but she does have some pieces that are orange too, and she does love to wear orange dresses for more formal and fancy events. Aside from those two colors, she does wear black and dark gray a lot, with her in general preferring dark but popping colors. Textures and material in her outfits are usually fine and smooth, but she does have a soft spot for some glitter pieces as they sparkle under the moonlight. As she is very wealthy from her family’s position and work and her own work as an mma fighter, she is able to work with personal designers when making her clothes, but she does have some clothing from designer stores that she bought when shopping with her best friend.

For accessories, she actually keeps them rather simple as she focuses her looks more on her outfits. Prefers chokers over long necklaces, with her favorite being an iron bow one. She also owns a lot of iron bracelets, some with orange gems imbedded in, studded iron belts, and her class ring, not really wearing any other rings but she longs for the opportunity to wear cute matching rings with a girlfriend. Has a pair of fingerless gloves and athletic tape for training or matches, to keep her hands protected and undamaged best she can. Has several different types of piercings that are orange in color, with her preferring thin hoops or small studs for most of them, except for her favorite pair of chunky hoop earrings.

For her hair, it is naturally wavy and she keeps it quite long, even if she is aware having long hair could be used against her in a fight. She enjoys doing her hair, usually keeping it in a half-up/half-down look, though she likes to experiment with different hairstyles when she can and she does also like styling her best friend’s hair for him sometime. She never had to deal with acne when she was a teenager, but she does still keep her face and skin clean. Likes wearing makeup when not at her matches, with the main focal points of her looks consisting of sharp eyeliner, mascara, dark pink lipstick, and natural-looking eyeshadow on a daily basis, but sometimes she likes to go for more bold looks with shimmering dark pink or orange colors instead. Keeps her nails short but sharp, and loves getting them done with bright colors and fun designs, particularly liking glitter polish. She also enjoys wearing perfume, liking light and fruity scents over anything too strong.

- Some inspirations:

[mothers-and-fuckers-of-the-jury]

rant below the cut about sexualization of minors and tiktok

im so fucking sick of opening tiktok and seeing actual children (yes, if you 14-15 you are still a kid) in mini skirts and lace garters or chokers with rings for leashes. im terrified for these kids because i got groomed as a kid growing up and im so so scared for them. i saw a girl the other day in that trendy e-girl fashion with fishnets and lace garters and a mesh shirt with a bralette and when i went to see how old she was she was 12! she was fucking 12! i hate it. i hate how blatant fashion companies are about pushing sexualized designs on young teenagers and how quickly they eat it up. another girl was in her comments saying that garters were fine because they were made to hold up socks so it wasn’t sexual, and sure, maybe that was the case 60 years ago, but context is key! a lace garter attached to nothing while worn with a miniskirt is not for holding up your socks. it’s sexual.

there’s just so much that bothers me and i honestly can barely open the app anymore. there’s like specific people who i will scroll through their profile, but i don't even touch my FYP anymore because a lot of the music i enjoy gets taken over by what verges on softcore porn of minors.

[calibansprincessx]

Hell is Hot CH 6- The Coronation

Thank you all for so much love! @kanakalala458 @elizaglad @queenhumanoid @lachicademarcasrojas

Caliban and I enter from opposite entrances meeting in the middle before our thrones. This was  the first time I had seen him since we departed to get ready. He was in a gold trench coat that bared his chest and black pants. He looked so handsome the way the gold meshed with his hair.

“You look rather gorgeous, my queen.” He said grabbing my hand to help onto the throne before he sat in the one beside me. 

“As do you, my king.” I said smiling at him. This was the first time I played along in this flirtatious banter and I hate that I could get used to doing this all the time with him. It felt like a crime to be moving on so fast but i didn't think this relationship would be anything more than political.

Lucifer stood in the middle of us addressing the courts of hell who waited before us. “I present to thee my first born, Sabrina Mornigstar and her consort Caliban Prince of Hell. Sabrina Morningstar, Proud lady of Pandemonium, Maiden of Shadows and Queen of Hell. Caliban, Prince of Hell now King of hell, Ruler of Darkness and Lord of Pandemonium. Hail Sabrina! Hail Caliban!” 

“Hail Sabrina! Hail Caliban!” The court shouted in unison. 

Lilith gestured to Caliban and I to stand up. Caliban stood up and held his hand out for me. I took his hand and stood with him before the Courts of Hell officially coronated as King and Queen of Hell, husband and wife. 

“Now Sabrina and Caliban will dance, as King and Queen to the Moonlight Sonata.” Lucifer continued before stepping back next to Lilith. 

Caliban leads me to the center of the room as we begin to dance. 

“Do you think you can get used to this, Sabrina?” He says looking down desirably at me. 

Everytime he looks at me like that I feel like there's a lump in my throat. “Which part?” I said raising an eyebrow and grinning at him. 

“All of it, Hell and me.” He said seriously but masking it with a flirty smirk.

“You're not so bad to be married too I suppose but maybe we can get to know each other a little better.” I say not breaking eye contact.

“What would you like to know about me princess?” Caliban said bringing his face closer to mine. I could feel his breath against my neck. 

“I uh--uh--” I began before Lucifer came to our side. 

“Shall I cut in for a dance with my darling daughter?” Lucifer said holding his hand out for mine.

“Of course, Dark Lord.” Caliban says handing my hand over to him. 

“Ah now isn't this better? All the power your feeling? Already pulling the wool over my eyes with your little surprise marriage. Don't forget who you're dealing with just because your Queen of Hell, Sabrina.” He says earnestly. 

“I am a Morningstar aren't i? This is what you wanted, Lucifer. You wanted me to embrace all my power, so I am. Things are going to be different around here.” I said firmly.

“Don't get carried away first born, you're still new here.” The Dark Lord whispered in my ear before the song ended and the dance finished. 

The courts danced for awhile while Caliban and I sat in our thrones hand and hand watching. After the coronation Lilith showed us where our room was.

My mouth almost fell to the floor in awe. The room was giant, draped in gold and black with his and hers closets and a full bathroom. The bed looked like it was 3 of my beds all put together with gold satin sheets.

“Wow.” Was all I could breathe out. “Uh thank you Lilith.” 

“Of course, your clothes are in your closet.” She says walking away.

I was sort of nervous to spend my first night with Caliban and I had no idea how to go about it.

“Uh, well i’m gonna go shower and get ready for bed.” I said, scared to make eye contact as I walked towards the closet to grab something to wear.

He smirked devillishy at me sensing my nervousness. “As you wish my queen, do let me know if you need any company.” 

I grab a gold silk slip, black lace bralette with matching underwear and head into the bathroom.

While I'm showering I'm thinking about what could be going through Caliban’s head. Does he think were gonna have sex? Am I ready for that? I mean I'm certainly attracted to him and we are getting closer but I still barely know him. I get out of the shower, towel off and put my clothes on. When I walk out Caliban is in nothing but black boxer briefs and my cheeks feel hot. 

I get into bed and get under the covers. “I took a week off school so I could stay down here while i learn my new powers, how to run Hell and getting to know you.” I say firmly. 

“Hm is that so? You know you never answered me earlier.” He said smirking at me as he walked over to get into bed as well.

“Huh I don't recall.” I say flirtatiously, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

He left no space between us. I could feel the warmth of his body as he began to move a piece of hair out of my face. “What would my wife like to know about me?” he whispered gently but it felt so strong.

“Your character. I want to spend time with you, learning your character.” I said not moving an inch. 

“Whatever you wish to know about me is yours, beloved.” His lips crashed onto mine softly and passionately all at once. 

We began making out, it was the first time I really gave in to kissing him. The feelings I feel with him are so intense I get lost in them. 

He pulls away from the kiss looking at me lustfully. “Should we consummate our marriage my darling queen?” 

I so badly wanted to say yes but I wanted to make sure what I felt for him was more than lust even if are married. 

I lean in giving him a longing kiss before pulling away to look at him. “I like you Caliban and I do think I want this to be more than political but I also want to get to know you more before we move any further.” 

He caresses my face. “As you command, my queen.” 

We lay down and I sleep in his arms all night so peacefully. When I wake up Caliban is already dressed reading a book next to me in bed. 

“Morning my queen are you ready to learn of your duties?” He said looking down at me happily. 

“Caliban what are you doing up already?” I said sleepily as I began to wake up.    

“I don't need sleep remember, my lady?” He said flipping a page in his book.

“So you stayed in bed and cuddled me all night even though you don't sleep?” I questioned.

“After you fell asleep you looked so comfortable so I stayed, I didn't mind.” He said smiling affectionately. 

“I’m going to pop up to see my aunties before I start learning my queenly duties, it will be fast.” I said getting out of bed finally.

“Am I to come?” He says, still reading through his book.

“No it's okay, I won't be long.” I yelled from the bathroom where I was getting dressed. 

I gave him a kiss before flames encircled me teleporting me to the academy.

I walk into what used to be Blackwood’s office and find Aunt Hilda and Aunt Zelda.

“Hey auntie’s” I said excitedly.

“Sabrina! What are you doing here?” Aunt Zelda exclaims shocked as Aunt Hilda begins to coo and pull me into an embrace. 

“Ooooooh dearie how was your first night in Hell? Alright? Do you want me to send you some lemon pie and lavender tea back with you?” Aunt Hilda utters comfortably. 

“It was fine auntie, the room is actually really big and beautiful.” I exclaimed.

“I am sure it was a most eventful night full of consummation.” Aunt Zee retorted.

“Auntie! We didn't “consummate”, it was a long day so we went to bed and that's all i am going to say about that.” I replied.

“Oh Zelda you're so overt.” Aunt Hilda remarks

“Oh honestly Sabrina you're going to have to give into your lust filled desires eventually. Don't make coitus more than what it is.” Aunt Zelda says blandly.

“Oh my god Aunt Zee i am not talking about this anyways what's going on with the academy? Shouldnt you guys be giving a class?”

“The students have the day off as long as they're either studying their studies or reading while Mambo Marie and I put together a new curriculum.” Aunt Zee says putting down a piece of paper and taking a drag off her cigarette.

“And I have a date with Dr Cee to discuss wedding plans” Aunt Hilda comments eagerly.

“Ah yes another wedding but do be back sister I wanted to discuss the curriculum and your position with you. Since Mambo is here I wont be needing your help as much which gives you more time to participate in your extracurriculars.” Aunt Zelda states.

Hilda nods her head. “Well I'm off then.” She says nervously and eagerly walking out of the door.

I wave bye to Aunt Hilda before turning back to look at Aunt Zelda. “Do you know where I can find Ambrose, Aunt Zee?” I asked.

“Probably in the library where he always drown his sorrows.” She remarks. 

“Okay bye auntie i’ll be up to visit again soon.” I said as I began to walk out of the office and towards the library.

As I'm walking towards the library Nick and I almost run into each other. 

“Nick… how are you?” I came out with.

“Uh--Sabrina i’ve been good-- i've um-- i've been seeing someone, thanks to Ambrose. Hey uh-- i'm sorry… for everything. I uh-- heard you got married.” He chokes out.

“I’m sorry too Nick. I should've told you about Caliban’s and I alignment but everything was so off and painful between us. It made the most sense to keep the realms in balance.” I replied heartily.

“Is that all it is? Keeping the realms in balance?” He responded, heartbreak written on his face.

I looked down.”That’s what it started as.” I pulled him into an embrace. “Im sorry, Nick” I whispered into his ear.

“Its okay, Spellman.” He replied joining in the embrace. 

“Friends?” I whispered back. All the pain i once felt for our broken relationship was replaced with guilt for moving on and not feeling so heartbroken

We pulled out of the embrace. “Yeah.” He breathed out. “I’m just going to need some time.” 

I nod my head and begin to walk away watching tears brim in his eyes.

I finally reached the library and found Ambrose sitting at a desk surrounded by books, reading. 

“Hey Ambrose.” I announce.

“Cousin, what brings you up for a visit?” He asks surprised.

“You guys act like i've been gone for a year already. I just came to say hi before I had to do some Hell stuff. Aunt Zee said you were drowning your sorrows here, what's going on?”

“Ah I am alright cousin, Prudence still isn't speaking with me and I don't necessarily blame her.” He says setting his book down.

“Give her a few days she just needs to let off some steam.” I respond hopefully. 

“She’s really beating herself up over Dorcas and Agatha. I should've let her kill Blackwood when we had the chance.” He speaks frustrated as he drags his hands down his face. 

“Wait! Maybe I can help.” I speak with an idea brewing. “There’s not much I can do for Agatha since she’s still missing but I can maybe bring Dorcas back.” 

Ambrose jumps out of his seat. “What? How cousin, tell me?” 

“I should have all the powers I had when the Dark Lord made me his sword. I brought Melvin, Elspeth and you back from death so why not Dorcas?” I state.

“We have to find Prudence. She buried Dorcas here at the academy I think.” He announces hurriedly. So we rush to find Prudence and some time later we find her on the steps of the academy.

“Prudence!” I shouted when I found her. 

“What is it, Sabrina?” Prudence replies confused.

“Where’s Dorcas?” I responded hurriedly.

“She's gone. What do you need with her?” She remarks.

“I know Prudence and I want to try to bring her back.” I state calmly now.

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “What?” She breathes out.

“Prudence you remember what I could do with the Dark Lord’s power, well I should have the same power now since I am Queen of Hell.” I signify.

She stands up not breaking eye contact with me, never acknowledging Ambrose. “Do you really think you can?” 

“Lets try.” I spoke with confidence.

“Follow me.” she said walking away letting a single tear fall.

We reach Dorcas’s grave and Prudence begins digging before Ambrose stops her and takes over. In no time Ambrose had the grave dug up and was bringing Dorcas out to lay flat on the ground. I kneeled beside her and Prudence kneeled on the other side.

I closed my eyes and placed my hands on her chest above her heart. “Dorcas hear me, your heart can beat again. Your lungs and heart are strong. Take breath into your lungs and wake now. Rise.” I opened my eyes. “Did it work? Did it work, Sabrina?” asks anxiously. Before I could respond Dorcas sits up coughing up dirt from her lungs gasping for air. 

“Sister! Sister!” Prudence exclaimed. She looked up at me. “Thank you, Sabrina.” 

“Agatha.” Dorcas whispered once she caught her breath.

“Of course Prudence.” I beamed down at her. Ambrose came bent down where I was standing handing Dorcas water and a biscuit. I hadn't even noticed he left during the whole ordeal. 

“She’s gone, Dorcas. Driven mad by The God Pan and ran off after-- after killing you.” Prudence whispered holding Dorcas close.

“Ambrose I have to get back, make sure they get into the academy safely.” I said as Prudence and Dorcas stared at me in disbelief. 

Ambrose stood up pulling me into an embrace. “Thank you cousin, thank you.” He breathed out almost breathlessly.

“Anytime Ambrose.” I said before fire closed around me transporting me back to Hell.

[imagine-docx]

bras and bets

Summary: You own this small lingerie shop in Davenport. One day near closing this man comes in, shopping around. Little did you know, he was shopping because he lost a bet between him and his best friends. 

Warnings: None pals.

A/N: Alright, so this is my first time dabbling into WWE writing. Also, I’m using my knowledge as a lingerie sales associate to write this. I hope you guys enjoy this! - Amanda

Owning a lingerie shop was the best thing you’ve done. You were able to be surrounded by things you love and were able to make money off of it. After rushes, you were typically left to clean it up before another tidal wave of customers.

Fridays were semi busy. People came in prior to closing just to get a nice set before their lucky night out or because they are heading out of town that weekend and forgot to get some bra and panties. The racks near the fitting rooms were trashed. You had two racks worth of bras and panties that were to be rehung, as well as two baskets of mix matched bras and panties that belonged in the boxes.

Typically near closing no one came in, leaving you the chance to try and clean as much as you can before leaving for the night and coming in to deal with it the next morning. You were humming along to the music that coursed through the speakers. 

You were organizing the rack based off of what goes to each spot of the store. The bell rang, signalling someone walked into the store, “Hi! Welcome to Avec Amour. Let me know if you need any help.”

He let out a soft, “Alright,” before going and looking around the store. 

His eyes glanced over the displays and his fingers occasionally ran across some of the lace. His eyes were fixated on a mesh bralette with red roses covering the nipples. “This one looks great on make different body types and skin tones! There’s a set to this one. Let me know the sizes and I can definitely grab them for you.”

He turned around, “Oh about that…” He trailed off.

“Yes?”

“It’s for me,” he said shyly.

“That’s not an issue,” you said offering him a reassuring smile. 

“Not like that,” he rushed out, “I lost this football bet to two of my friends, and now I have to wear a bra for them.”

You chuckled, “That’s not a problem,” you flipped the sign on the door from open to closed. “Just head to the back near the fitting rooms and I can definitely do the fitting for you.”

“You don’t have to do all of this,” he said, “I can come back tomorrow, you’re closed for today.”

“No don’t worry about it sweetheart,” you said grabbing the navy blue measuring tape off of the desk.

“Isn’t the owner going to be mad that you closed early?” He asked, taking off his denim jacket and placing it in one of the empty rooms. 

“Nope, I’m the owner, so I don’t mind,” you said offering him a smile. 

“I never got your name, I’m Seth,” he said reaching out to shake your hand. You shook it and told him your name.

“Shirt on or off?” He asked.

“On for now. Once we get trying, definitely off,” you responded wrapping the tape around your fingers.

“How do you want me to stand?” He said, standing up straighter than he usually did.

“Just your normal posture is fine.” You said pushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“How do you want my arms?” 

“To your side please.” 

He let out a big exhale, “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing. Stand in your normal posture and it would be done in a blink.” He nodded and you gave him a reassuring smile. 

You took the measuring tape and reached around him, once under his bust, and a second time over his bust, taking mental note of the two measurements. “That’s it,” you concluded.

“That’s it?” He asked.

“Yeah, you’re a 45DDD,” you said wrapping the tape around the back of your neck. “So many brands don’t make a size 45, they make them in a 44 or a 46. If you want it tighter, go to a size 44 and if you want a loose fit go to a size 46.”

He nodded along, pretending he knew what was happening. “So is that it?”

“Not yet, there are still many styles you we have to look into.” You grabbed a black pen and lavender sticky note. “Wirefree or do you want wire?” 

“What?” 

You grabbed two different bras that had to be put back. You showed him the difference, “This one has a wire underneath, this one doesn’t.”

He looked shocked, “You guys wear wires underneath your clothes?”

“Depends on the person. Either they wear it or despise it.” You said, putting them back on the rack.

“I don’t know about the wire,” he said, pushing up his black glasses.

“Alright, I’ll put that as a both until you try it on.” You took note of it on the tiny paper. “Push up or no push up?” 

“Not at the moment, but if I see something I like I wouldn’t mind,” he said.

“Strapless?”

“I need the support, so straps.” he joked.

You let out a laugh before taking him around the store and showing him the different options and sizes that would fit him. 

Eventually the two of you made it back to the dressing rooms, with handfuls of bras that were of different colours, styles and sizes. You rolled out a third rack and put his options on them. “So I’m assuming you don’t know how to put on of these on.”

“I don’t know how to put them on, but I sure do know how to take them off,” he said wiggling his eyebrows, which resulted in a laugh from you.

“Alright comedian, this is the time you’ve been waiting for, strip.” You said chuckling.

He pulled the black shirt from his body and the matching black beanie from his head, “You know I do crossfit?”

“You know, everyone who I’ve ever talked to, they always say that they do cross fit,” you said, fixing the straps to fit Seth’s shoulders.

“Yeah, it makes you seem cooler,” Seth said. You chuckled and buckled the back. “Ow, this underwire hurts.”

“Beauty is pain,” you said, before helping him out of it.

You helped Seth through all of his choices. Eventually he settled on a red pushup bra and a military green lace bra with no padding.

“Sorry to keep you an hour after your shift ended,” he said fishing his wallet out of his pocket. 

“It’s not a problem, if I can help you, that makes my day a thousand times better,” you said offering him a smile. “Alright so it’s $163.85”

“Jesus, who knew two bras would be this expensive.” He said, “Credit,” he said before inserting his card into the machine.

“Anyone who wears a bra,” you said, giggling. You wrapped up his two bras and placed it in a white bag with navy blue wrapping paper sticking out. 

“Thank you so much for helping me,” he responding putting his credit card back in his wallet which then went back into the jeans of his pants. 

“That’s not a problem,” you said walking him to the door, “See you around?” 

“Of course,” he responded before exiting your store. You flipped the lock and walked to the back.

You let a smile sit on your face while you were grabbing your stuff and getting ready to go home. 

- - -

Roman, Dean and Seth had the habit of walking around the street after getting coffee on Sundays. The three of them passed by before stopping, “So did you ever ask her out?” Roman asked. 

“Nope, I panicked.” Seth said, taking a sip from his cup of coffee. 

“So you went in and bolted out? I would pay to see that,” Dean said, laughing and earning a chuckle from Roman.

“Nope, I got her to help me for an hour because I was buying bras,” Seth said.

“You bought bras instead of asking her out?” Roman laughed.

“Yeah, almost $170 dollars worth of bras,” Seth said. 

“How did you buy $170 dollars worth of bras? Jesus Christ.” Dean said, shocked. 

“Told her that I lost a bet to you guys, and needed to wear a bra.” Seth responded nonchalantly before  he looked into the shop. Upon looking in, he saw you and your coworker Maya laughing and putting away bras and panties.

At that exact moment, you looked out of the window and saw him. You let out a million dollar smile and waved at him. Seth waved back and you went back to work.

“So you ever going to ask her out?” Dean asked.

“Maybe if I don’t wuss out and buy another set of bras.” Seth said before the three of them started their walk again.