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Home Movie / Negan x Reader / S7 / 18+

Warnings: daddy kink, oral, unprotected/rough sex, slight dom!negan, talk of masturbation, Negan references himself as “the big bad wolf” (cringe but I love it), creampie, forbidden attraction, talk of voyerism, use of derogatory language, glove/leather kink (slightly)

Summary: Negan finds a smut tape of you on the video camera at Alexandria and makes it his mission to seek you out.

A/N: I got this idea in my head while I was watching the episode of season 7 where the saviours first visit Alexandria with Negan and he finds Rick’s confessional video as he’s emptying the houses out. also inspired by another Negan series called Polaroids by @reevesdriver on here as it’s one of my faves ever! 🫶🏼 I just had to write a Negan imagine in the TWD universe again bc as much as I like pre apocalypse Negan, I needed to write apocalypse Negan because there isn’t anything sexier to me than a murderous man swinging a barbed wire bat and talking about his dick, hope u enjoy 🤍 x

“Goddamn it.” You huffed out, a long breath leaving your lips as you shoved the deer that was on your shoulders further up to prevent yourself from dropping it on the ground. You’d been gone since the crack of dawn, with Daryl gone at this point in time, you were one of the best hunters that Alexandria still had. While you felt some type of way about putting in so much effort for someone else to just take the shit you’d risked your life for, you knew Rick needed people on his side at the moment. It would be foolish to try and be defiant right now, too much blood had been spilt recently and you didn’t want to be the reason it continued. Yeah, you’d played your part in the attack on the outpost but you’d all been in acceptance that it was just that outpost. That once that was cleared, you were rid of the foreboding threat that was the Saviours. How wrong you’d been in that moment, it was only the beginning.

You were now dealing with the aftermath of Negan, having to risk life and limb, bend over backwards to make him happy, the asshole. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d had to hold your tongue to stop yourself from verbally berating his people, knowing what the consequences of giving them a piece of your mind would be. You hadn’t been there when he had killed Abe and Glenn, only hearing the horrid, sordid details after the fact.

The blood from the deer that you’d managed to kill was seeping into your white tee, making your shoulders feel sticky and matting up in the tips of your hair. You signalled a high pitched whistle, waiting for the large dark beige gate to be opened, allowing you enter back into Alexandria. Your eyes found the large sign, “Alexandria Safe Zone: Mercy for the Lost. Vengeance for the Plunderers.” You scoffed, how fucking ironic. The gate began to be moved, revealing three large vans parked up just a couple feet away from the entrance, the Saviour vans. “For fuck sake.” You thought, what could that bastard want with you now, you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous.

“Negan, you’ll want to see this.” Negan turned to look at the saviour approaching him, holding out a small silver video recorder. “Well, what do we have here Grimes? Got my fingers crossed for a little freaky deaky!” He grinned, crossing his fingers in front of Rick’s face. He slid his hand into the leather handle of the camera, a video of Rick coming into view, looking a lot more threatening than he did now. He could barely make out it was Rick, with the massive beard grown on his face he wasn’t used to seeing. “Woah! Is that you? Underneath all that man bush? Holy shit, I would have not of messed with that guy… but you aren’t that guy anymore. Are you Rick?” He grinned, Rick stood with a stern look on his face, not moving. Negan continued to watch the interview, Rick speaking candidly about the amount of people that he’d killed. The video started to go static, indicating there was a tape that had been recorded on top of the original. Negan’s eyebrows furred in confusion, before his eyes widened at what the camera had blessed his eyes with. He watched as you were stood in-front of the camera, a light pink lace open cut babydoll set on, your breast sat in the cups, nipples on show for the camera. You started posing for the camera, running your hands through your hair, holding it up Pam Anderson style. A large sexy smile on your lips, turning to do a 180 spin, your smooth backside coming into view for the camera, Negan pulling the camera closer to his face, almost not believing what he was seeing. He didn’t recognise you, maybe it had been someone that used to be in Alexandria, wasn’t a member anymore. He growled lowly, that would be just his luck, the sexiest woman he’d seen in recent history just missed by a couple weeks. He moved his attention back to the camera, now watching you spread out on the bed, playing with your nipples while starting to rub your folds underneath your panties before the camera cut out, showing Rick’s interview once again.

“Fuck! Just when it was getting good!” He cursed, snapping the cameras screen back into place. A fire now in his stomach, his jeans now contracting around his hard bulge. He couldn’t get you out his mind, he knew he’d remember if he’d come across you before, so who the hell were you?

You’d managed to get the deer half way back to your house before being stopped by one of Negan’s minions, asking what you were doing. You ignored him, just wanting to get back, the saviour hadn’t liked that, grabbing you by the waist, dragging you towards the circle of people that were gathered around one of the vans. You could hear Rick talking about some guns that he’d found, apparently Negan thought you were trying to stash items, to prevent having to hand them over to his people.

“Negan. Got a rude bitch here for you, was about to run home, sneak this thing back with her.” You slightly rolled your eyes. “How am I meant to sneak a deer back, smartass?” You questioned, not believing someone could be so stupid. The man’s face contorted into a rage fuelled look, his hand raising up to you, before he had the chance, Negan whistled. “Hey! We don’t raise a hand to a woman, you know the fucking rules.” He stepped forward, now coming into full view of you, his eyes glancing over your body, looking like a kid on Christmas. You were still here, he couldn’t believe his luck. Lucille sat on his shoulder, his one gloved hand wrapped tightly around the bottom of the wood. “Now I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Negan.” He smirked, holding his free hand out for a handshake, his large frame towering slightly over you. You were met with a slight musk, you recognised it as an old spice fragrance, masculine and powerful. You looked at it, questionable look on your face before your hand met his, engulfing you from the size of it. His rough skin a stark contrast from the softness of yours, the movement felt foreign, you shouldn’t feel this way, especially when it’s him.

You saw Rick tensing up as he watched on from the sideline, wondering what Negan was up to, showing such civilness to you. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Y/N.” You stated, his smirk getting wider. “Sir? Oh, you my dear, are like the gift that keeps on damn giving!” He exclaimed, bewilderment sitting on the faces of those around you and yourself. What the hell did he mean by that? “Load em up, we’re leaving.” He commanded, the saviours starting to retreat back to their vans, Negan not moving from where he was stood.

A few of the Alexandrian’s moved away as well, not wanting to be in his presence for a moment longer than they were required to. “Now doll, take that damn thing off your shoulders, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” You reluctantly agreed, placing the deer just behind you, before Negan nodded at two remaining men, them coming behind you to take your prized find. You scowled, fury raging inside your soul, you’d risked your life trying to get just one actual nice, fulfilling meal for everyone, just to have your hard work stolen off you. “I believe that’s mine.” You spat out, the fire showing from your eyes as you glared up at him. “What’s yours is now ours doll, or hasn’t Rick drilled that into you yet?” He asked, aware of the sexual innuendo of his words, his tongue rolling across his lower lip. You huffed, knowing if you talked back further, it wasn’t going to end well for you. You felt like you were tasting blood from how hard you bit down on your tongue, fists balled up.

Negan walked over slightly to the back of the last truck, the doors open, a load of stuff that you recognised from peoples homes in the compound. Picking something up, he walked back over to you, Lucille still sat on his shoulder. You saw the small video camera, not thinking much of it, not knowing there was a tape inside that you probably would have never wanted him to see. He placed it on your chest, it digging into your skin, sat just on top of your heaving breasts.

“You should be careful with such sensitive material, never know what kind of perverts going to come across it!” He joked, your eyes widening in embarrassment as you finally understood what he was talking about. You got a look of disgust rise on your face, you couldn’t believe he’d seen such an intimate piece of film. You went to grab the camera from him before he gripped tight on it, making it harder to move. “Now doll, it’s a good job I found this before any of my men did, you know that right? They would have taken this back with them and sat around in a circle jerk together, I however am returning this to you, soooo… How about a thank you, Negan?” He demanded playfully, leaning closer to your face, nose almost touching your cheek. You gulped shallowly, your hand moving over his that was holding the camera to your chest. “Thank you, Negan.” You managed to get out, the words tasting like poison to you.

He laughed, letting go of the camera, allowing you take it back with a yank. “You are more than welcome, baby. Also, in case you were wondering, you are most definitely my favourite Alexandrian now.” He winked, walking backwards before getting in the truck, holding his head out the window, giving a small wave to you as they drove out the front gates. You huffed, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you held in your throat.

It had now been a couple weeks since Negan’s last visit, he’d sent groups of his saviours in between but never actually visiting himself. You were thankful that this had been the case, you’d found yourself thinking about what could have been. You’d began to let your mind wonder to the scenario of meeting Negan in another situation, you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was one of the most attractive men you’d ever come across, it was just a shame he was also the most evil men you’d ever come across.

Unbeknown to you, he’d found himself thinking about you too, that fucking video. He’d managed to score some old age dvd porno films from supply runs over the years but he couldn’t even watch them to get off anymore, only thinking of your little smut tape. It wasn’t even like you’d done anything massively explicit on the tape, it shutting off before it managed to get that far but he had concluded that was probably worse. It allowed his mind to run at all the different possibilities, what did you sound like when you moaned, what would you sound like whimpering out his name as he was filling you up? What did you look like when you reached climax? All these unanswered questions racing through his mind as he got out his sexual frustration on his wives, not caring which one it was as all he pictured below him was you. Moaning out your name instead of theirs, the women not caring that much as they were only there to be used by him, no affectionate feelings connecting them to him.

You were currently in the garage, clipboard in hand, biting on the end of your pencil in anxiousness as you went over inventory. You were expecting another visit today, making you want to double check over everything to make sure there wasn’t any discrepancies in the numbers. That was the last thing you needed, especially since you were now actively trying to get plans in place to take the fight back to the Saviours. You were just finishing up when a loud knock startled you, the garage door vibrating at the motion. You put the clipboard down on the side, bending down to pull the door up.

“Well well well! If it isn’t my favourite Alexandrian. I’ve missed you, doll.” It was Negan, that signature grin on his face once again, eyes raking over your body. You felt sheepish under his wandering eyes, now knowing he’d practically seen you naked since he’d come across that video of yours. You sighed, hands resting on your hips. “What do you need, Negan?” You asked, him walking into the garage now, the door slamming back shut. The anxiety started to kick in as you were now alone with just him, as he looked over the shelves, picking up random items and studying them. “Nothing really, just wanted to see your pretty face. I just cannot stop thinking about you, doll! I wonder why that is, huh?” He laughed, you knowing what he was alluding to. He noticed how you crossed your hands over your chest, almost trying to shield yourself from him.

“Oh no no no! There’s no need for all that, I’ve seen those pretty babies already, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of, doll.” He sauntered over to you, towering over you again like last time, practically feeling the heat from his body on yours. You couldn’t take your eyes off his, the way he looked at you making you get slick. He wasn’t one to hide his true emotion, his jeans getting tighter as he imagined you as he saw in the video, putting on a little private show for him. “I’ve gotta know, what made you film something like that? You must of known someone could come across it, why take the risk?” He questioned you, hand coming to rub over his bearded chin. “In this world, there’s not much opportunity to feel sexy. I just wanted something to look back at when I felt down about myself.” You squeaked out, feeling very intimate. Here you were telling the leader of a rival camp your biggest insecurities, possibly giving him ammunition to further torment you and your people.

“Oh doll, you could be covered in damn walker guts, and I’d still think you were the sexiest thing on this damn shithole planet.” He purred, grabbing you slightly by the chin, making you smile slightly. You shook your head, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “What are you doing Negan? We can’t be thinking like this. I can’t be thinking like this. You… you are the enemy.” Your hands resting on the lapels of his leather jacket, the slight coldness of it sending shivers down your spine. You leaned dangerously close to Negan’s lips, his beard scratching the surface of your skin. “Rick would fucking kill me, he’d fucking kill me, if he knew I think about you the way I do. Think about you when I touch myself, wishing it was you.” You whispered, getting more confident in your tone, your eyes staring at his lips, then back up to his dark eyes, your lips partially open as you let out shallow breaths, anything you could to try and lower your heart rate that was pumping under your chest. The silence in the room was deafening, you started to get nervous again, like you were just waiting for him to recoil away from you and laugh at your confession, that this had all been a massive joke to humiliate you further. “Goddamn it doll, looks like great minds think alike because I’ve been doing the same damn thing since I saw that little treat on that fucking camera.” He chuckled, picking you up in one swift movement, placing you on top of the workplace bench.

“Did you think about me claiming your pussy, doll? Fucking you until you can barely remember your goddamn name? What would Ricky say if he saw you submitting yourself so easily to me, the big bad wolf?” The dark tenor of Negan’s voice caused you to whimper in half fear, half pleasure. You could tell his personality was darkening to the more intense side, the jolly joking and fucking about traits were completely absent. You didn’t feel terrified though, like you did when he committed some of the horrific atrocities in front of you, the feelings of excitement causing your hairs to stand on edge and your pussy getting wet with every word that spilled out of his mouth.

“I did, god I want you inside of me.” You confessed, as Negan’s hands ghosted over your cleavage that was exposed by your tank top, before he pulled it over your head, your breasts spilling out of your lace bra. He shoved his gloved hand into your mouth, commanding you to suck. You obliged, your hands holding his arm in place as you swirled your tongue around the two thick fingers, head bobbing up and down as you did. The leather of the glove rubbery on your tongue, causing you to moan onto his fingers.

He grinned at you, a deep grunt as he leaned over capturing your right nipple into his mouth, suckling it, swirling his tongue around and biting it with his teeth causing you to moan and pull his head against your chest as you kept sucking hard on his fingers. He did it again, giving you light bites and licks, alternating between your two erect nubs. Negan removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop, bring them down to give one final pinch to your nipples, the wetness of his one hand causing the cold air to make your nipple more sensitive.

“Get on your knees, I want to see your mouth full of my dick, doll.” Negan grinned with a wicked smile, his hands undoing his jeans, letting them fall to pool at his boots. You felt your mouth salivate, eager to take him as slid off the table onto your knees. You started to lick him, going from bottom to top slowly, teasing him like he did to you with his dirty sweet nothings in your ears, hearing his low groans. You sucked the precum from his tip and swirled your tongue under his head, and then looked up at him, making sure you held eye contact with him, opening your mouth and taking him in little by little, bobbing your head up and down. Your mouth was being stretched wide, you started to move a little faster, sucking him, licking him, taking him deeper and deeper until you felt him in your throat. He was big, causing you to gag a little as your eyes began to water, your throat starting to get a sore feeling within it as he fucked your throat at a quick pace. He gave a slight gasp and his hand took a firm hold of your head keeping you in place, as his hips bucked, making it his mission to get as far down your throat as possible.

“I need to fuck you now, doll. Get up here.” Negan pulled back to your feet, slamming you stomach down onto the table, almost ripping your jeans as he pulled them down your thighs, your moist panties now on show, one tug and the flimsy material broke in two halves, now fully exposing your slick entrance to Negan. He rubbed his dick up and down your slit eliciting a pleasurable moan from both of you, pushing his length inside and then pulling out and rubbing it down your slit again.

“Please... Negan! Please!” You whimpered out, pinching your nipples, trying to get some relief from his teasing. He smirked down at you, that dark gaze watching your every move. “Please what? I want to hear you saying you want daddy's dick. I want to hear you beg me. Come on little girl, say it.” he demanded as he rubbed his length along your wet slit. “Please daddy! I want you deep inside me, please fuck me!” He groaned and pushed himself hard inside your walls, with no hesitations. You screamed, even being sopping wet, you were too tight around his shaft. He leaned on top of you and started to kissing your neck, biting lightly. Negan felt you getting used to his girth, you started to move your hips against him, wanting friction. He started to thrust in slowly, checking for your reaction to his movements. “I'm fine, please, fuck me daddy!” You moaned out, Negan pulling almost all the way out of you and then thrusting in hard making you gasp.

“You're loving this doll, aren’t you? Yeah, you're loving having my dick inside of you. I’d love good old Rick to walk in right now, see you bent over for the big bad wolf.” he chuckled, turning you on even more. Thrusting again and again building up speed, going faster and harder, just like you had imagined he would in your dirty dreams, but so much better than your imagination. “I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are and you are going to thank me for it.” He whispered in your ear, pulling your hair with one hand and holding your hips firmly with the other as he snapped his groin into you, making your ass ripple with the powerful movements. “I want to hear you doll, thank me.” You almost rolled your eyes at the narcissistic request but your brain was too blank to comprehend it. “Thank you, thank you Negan!”

You focused on the obscene sounds of your bodies echoing around you, amplified by how small the garage was. Negan continued fucking you rough and hard, until you felt the orgasm surging inside of you, building fast and strong. When it finally hit you, you screamed with the intensity of it, your body shook with the pleasure waves, running through your core. Negan released your hair to hold your hips so he could keep fucking you. His thrusts shortened, you clenched around his length, a groan leaving his mouth, feeling him finally release just after you. Negan pulled himself out of you, watching as his cum spilled out of your hole, dripping slightly onto the concrete floor below you. He leaned on top of you, leaving small kisses on your spine, body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Y/N! We need you out here! Negan is on his way!” You turned to Negan, a confused look on your face, he’d snuck into the compound to fuck you and now you had to act like he wasn’t even here.

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Your latest smut about readers weak part was so good and hot! Especially Sukunas part, would you ever write follow up to it please? 💙🙏🏻

Piercings

Summary: now that your cartlidge piercings are healed, you and Sukuna can finally have some fun. 🥴

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x AFAB!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1,384

Warnings: ear play, nipping biting, tattoo shop sex, smut

A/N: Hi Nonnie! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! I love the Modern Sukuna AU! Read Part One first!

It had taken four months for both of your ears to heal with your cartridge piercings. Four months that have been excruciatingly painful to wait for. Not because the healing process was painful because you were lucky enough to have a boyfriend who knew what he was doing. What was painful was the anticipation of having a said boyfriend play with your ears now that they were healed.

You lay in his tattoo chair after the shop closed, and everyone went home, watching as Sukuna put his black gloves on and turning your head to the side. “I just wanna make sure they’re completely healed before I touch them. We don’t want a repeat of last month, do we?” You stuck your bottom lip out, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout. “You masochist.” His fingers gently graze over your ear, rubbing the stud he had put there.

“I wanted you to lick them—“

“Yeah? Wasn’t so fun when you were withering in pain on the bed, was it?”

“No—”

Sukuna smirked, gently twisting the back of the piercing; you weren’t jerking or indicating any pain. He moved your chin, allowing him to examine the second piercing he had put in after you had an orgasm from him just touching your ear four months ago: same process, no pain.

He can’t help but smirk, licking his lips as he rips his gloves off before crawling onto the chair with you. “Looks like we’re in the clear, kitten~” As fast as those words leave his mouth, his tongue darts out slowly, licking the cartridge. The little metal ball of his tongue piercing brushes over the stud in your ear, making your hips buck up.

“K-Kuna, holy fuck.” He chuckles, hands grabbing your hips, pinning them down against the chair.

“Don't fucking move.” He commands his voice low and rough in your ear. “I want to see if I could get you off just by—” his tongue traces over your cartilage, piercing a second time, “torturing your pretty fuckin’ ears.”

While his tongue continues tracing circles over your freshly healed piercing, his left-hand reaches up gently, caressing your ear before gripping your earlobe and giving it a sharp tug. Your entire body goes rigid as Sukuna seals his mouth around your cartilage, piercing and gently sucking on it while his fingers continue to tease and torture your other ear.

Goosebumps rise over your arms as you squirm underneath your boyfriend, who's still holding your hips down with one of his hands and making it damn near impossible to move to find any relief to the pleasure throbbing between your legs. The pleasure only increases as Sukuna continues to thumb and lick your overly sensitive ears, making your panties grow wetter as you reach around, digging your nails into his back.

The sting of your nails on his skin makes Sukuna growl before he takes the tip of your ear between his teeth and chews down. You inhale sharply, eyes going wide as your pussy clenched around nothing. You try bucking your hips, but his right-hand remains firmly pressed against your hips, preventing you from moving even an inch up against him.

“K-Kuna~!” You plead, digging your nails harder into his toned, muscular, tattooed back. “Fuck~ fuck~! Fuu-haaah!” He swirled his tongue around the stud in your ear, making your legs kick out underneath him, toes curling as your heart raced. “Oooh fuck—g-gonna!”

Sukuna promptly pulled off your ear, and a string of saliva connected your stud and his bottom lip. He panted heavily, sitting back, buckling his belt before tugging your scrub pants and underwear down to your thighs. You lifted your ass, making it easier for him to toss them to the floor before he unzipped his jeans and tugged his hard throbbing cock out of his boxers. His tip was red and leaking pre-cum before he slotted between your thighs, stroking his cock up and down, smearing the sticky pre-cum over his length before he grabbed your hips, lifting them slightly, allowing him full access to your twitching cunt.

Both of you were so horny no words needed to be said. All that you both needed was to lose yourselves in each other. Sukuna growled as he pressed the thick tip of his cock against your opening, rubbing it up and down before shoving it inside of you. All the air in your lungs escaped, and your eyes rolled back; the sudden intrusion felt so good.

Your boyfriend spilled above you, his hands gripping the back of the chair as he did everything in his power to not cum like he was a fucking twenty-year-old. Which was hard to do, seeing that all of the torture he had done to your ears had your cunt a wet twitching mess. Like any move, he would make you cum on his cock instantly. He, unfortunately, wasn’t doing much better than you. Sukuna was already throbbing in his jeans before he even got inside of you. He had been waiting four months to feel the chill of your piercing against his tongue, to watch you cum from him playing with it; to say he was pent up was an understatement.

Thinking about torturing your ears had been getting him off for the last week.

But now, he wouldn't be spilling his cum over his hand; he'd be painting your insides. Gripping your hips, Sukuna pushed further inside of you, making your back arch as the chill of his piercings dragged over your walls that clenched around him. His slow, shallow thrusts coaxed a quivering sigh from you as he nipped at your ear.

“Ahnn—” you wrapped your legs around his hips, “K-Kuna~!”

“Yeah, baby~ fuck.” His breath was hot and heavy against your ear. “You feel fucking fantastic~ your walls twitch every time I nibble here.” he nipped at your earlobe. “Feels that good huh?”

“Oh my god~ yes~nnngh!”

Sukuna gritted the chair harder, thrusting as deep as he could inside of you. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grazing your ear, pulling it, nibbling it, and teasing it in every way he could. His pierced tongue swirled around your earring, drawing out soft gasps from your lips. But those sounds only grew louder as his large, rough hands grabbed your hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. "You love this~" He chuckled before pulling almost out and slamming into you, again and again, groaning as he felt you convulse around him.

You moaned, gripping the chair underneath you. “Yes~! Yes~! Yes~! Oooooh god, fuck me!” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.

“Mnnngh~!” Sukuna fucked into you faster and harder, all while sucking and nibbling at your ears. It was his piercing grazing against your earlobe and his cock hitting your g-spot that had your back arching.

Your teeth clenched and killed out as your eyes watered with unshed tears. “G-Gonna cum~!! You felt your pussy fluttering. “K-Kuna! Kuuuna! C-Cummin—!” Right before you could finish the words, you screamed cumming so hard you squirted around Sukuna’s cock. Your boyfriends eyes widened, a roar of a moan leaving him when you suddenly came, ripping his orgasm from him before he could warn you as he poured his cum into your throbbing walls.

Both of you lay there, panting heavily as Sukuna finally pulled off your ear. His lips quickly found yours melding over yours in a kiss that was so desperate it had you coming from your glorious post-orgasmic state to throw your arms around him. Tongues wrapped around each other, hands roamed, digging your nails into his toned, tattooed back. His hands rope your waist, breasts, and hips, desperately holding onto you before he breaks the kiss.

His chest heaves before he snarls with pure animalistic need, ripping your shirt up and over your head and throwing it to the ground. He smirks, grabbing your nipples and gently twisting them. The sweet, desperate moans that leave your quivering lips had him leaning down, taking the buds into his mouth.

“So kitten, where shall I pierce you next~?”

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{Only Me and the Devil Know} Reader x Azriel

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So. I have no real explanation for this other than I was ready this AMAZING fic and it sparked an idea. That’s it. That all I can say. I’m already blushing. Blow up my inbox, comments, and dm's with your thoughts! Enjoy <3 Title from this song. (Ps. Thank you for all the support on the teaser????? You guys are insane I love you all so much)

Word Count: 12,169 (HOLY SHIT)

Warnings: SMUT. like seriously, this is nasty. Pre-established relationship and consent, CNC, dom/sub, role play (predator and prey), pet names (dove!reader and master!Azriel), breath play, overstimulation and forced orgasms, bondage, spanking, oral (m&f), breeding kink, degrading, humiliation, masochism, stalking, biting, minor blood.

Summary: Azriel has had this fantasy of you that he's been terrified to ask you to partake in. After explaining and agreeing, fear and desire blur together in a terrifying game of predator vs. prey.

Tagging: @librafairy @needylilgal022 @bunnymallowo

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The tip of the sun caressed my skin through the window, gently waking me from whatever dream I had been having. My shoulder ached from having slept on it a little weird, and my eyes were bleary. 

I wandered to the kitchen that overlooked the hills, boiling some water for some tea. When I looked around the room, I felt this sense of pride for how far I’ve come in this little city. Everything was as it should be. 

After breakfast, I changed for the day. The familiar worn in overalls slipped on, tucking the ends into my boots. I threw on a long sleeve shirt, the beginning of fall nipping through the window. While it was nice to have a change of seasons, it made me sad to have to say goodbye to some of the flowers and vegetation of the summer. 

I packed a lunch and headed out, locking the door behind me. The walk this early in the morning was always therapeutic; chirping birds and herd of deer along the edges of the forest across the meadow. The dirt and stones crunched under my feet as I walked down the self-forged path to my shop on the corner.

I pulled the sign from my little alley and set it up to display the new deals and sales. On my door was a folded piece of paper with my name in some of the most incredible font I’ve ever seen. 

“Oh my sweet little dove, you look so precious in that outfit of yours. With your hair braided down your head. You don’t even know my name and yet I scream yours every night. Don’t worry, I already know everything about you.”

My heart dropped. I whirled around and looked down the street. The sun hadn’t even come up yet, so maybe whoever left it was still out there. No one. No one was around besides me. The breeze rustles my wind chimes, making it feel even more eerie. 

What the fuck?

I read it over again, not recognizing the handwriting. I quickly unlock the door and lock it behind me. I quietly step through the shop, checking if there’s anyone inside. Maybe I shouldn’t have locked myself in here.

No one was inside, and I blew a sigh of relief. With my head on a constant swivel, I went about my day, checking every corner of every room I went in. A friend of mine, Cece, stopped by in the afternoon. She clearly noticed the wariness in my eyes.

“Someone just left it on your door? Yn, why don’t you report it?” She asked, disgust written in her eyebrows as she looked at it again and again. 

“Well, who would I report it to?” I shrugged. 

“Hmm, let me think. Oh, I don’t know, maybe our High Lord?” I rolled my eyes at her sarcasm. “Yn, it’s not safe! Someone is obviously stalking you.”

“I’m fine.” I lied. I was a wreck. A complete boneless, nervous wreck. Cece knew. 

“Yn-”

“I can handle myself,” I shook my head. “If I need to, I have a dagger under the cash register.”

“Yeah because that’ll stop a full grown male,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m just worried, Yn. I don’t wanna have anything happen to you. Especially when we can prevent it.”

“I will be alright, don’t worry about me,” I waved off. “If I feel unsafe I’ll let you know. And Damien is right next door, surely he’ll be able to help if something goes wrong.”

With a sharp inhale, and an obvious disagreeing tone, she left it alone. I didn’t feel unsafe here, and it was the middle of the day. Who would attack someone in the middle of the day? In public nonetheless. 

____

There wasn’t a note on the door the next day, thank the Cauldron, and I began planning for the town’s annual solstice celebration. It was still a few months away, but I had to preserve some flowers for the winter in order to make holiday arrangements. 

I designed and sketched wreaths, garlands and some other things to be put into production. Having to hand make all of them was a pain, and I usually hired some more help to get things done a lot faster. 

It was a rare slow day, and I enjoyed the peace and quiet. I watered and swept, wiping down tables and shelves. I couldn’t shake this feeling no matter how hard I tried. I felt like I was being watched. And there was this chill in the air. Inside my shop, which always remained in the seventies for the plants. 

But it was cold. I checked the thermostat, and it was still where it needed to be. Why did it feel so fucking cold?

Maybe It was just me, and I was getting a little sick. 

Whatever it was, it followed me all the way home. I knew my eyes were playing tricks on me. I kept seeing things in the shadows move, but whenever I got closer, nothing was there. Yup, definitely being paranoid now. 

The next morning was the same; no note, but this agonizing feeling that I was being watched no matter where I was. I was still cold and could do nothing to warm up. I helped an older female find something for her granddaughter who had a music recital tonight. When I looked across the counter at her, there was nothing but my counter– and the flowers and her purse. But I dropped one of the coins and I bent to pick it up. 

There was a note on the counter. With my name. In the same handwriting as before. 

My throat closed, fingers tingling with panic. I quickly helped the lady along and stared at the piece of paper. Where the fuck did it come from. It was literally there in a second. What the actually fuck is going on?

“My dove, you know it’s rude to not write back. I don’t take kindly to indecency. But you won’t be able to avoid me forever. Rest up, dove. You’ll need it.”

Need it for what? My heart thundered against my ribs. Surely I should report this, but… but I didn’t want to. I don’t know why I didn’t want to, but I didn’t. It was probably just some kid trying to scare me. I kept telling myself that, but it hardly worked when I left, constantly checking over my shoulder. 

I needed to head down the street to grab something for dinner. On the corner of the road was a group of people chatting loudly, a couple walking in front of me. There were people around. Good. 

The Serpentine Supply was the only grocery store open this late. I made my way through the isles and plucked whatever looked good off the shelves. I could surely make… something with all of this. 

When I headed out, there was no group on the corner. No couple walking in front of me. No crickets or last minute birds tucking themselves in for the night. 

A silhouette was the only thing I saw. Tall, so tall, and muscular. A creeping shadow behind the figure, and as it moved, it revealed wings. So enormous they touched the ground despite his height. 

I could almost recognize the face, but it looked vague. Like I had seen it before, but couldn’t recall where. Surely I’d remember a face that beautiful. Clearly High Fae. He shouldered off the wall, eyes set on me. I fled, almost dropping my bag, bolting in the opposite direction towards my home.

I heaved as I fell against the inside of my door. Curling my legs up, I listened for footsteps until I remembered the male had wings. Wings. 

Fear coursed through me and I went to the safe under the cabinet in my room. I twisted the dial and plucked the dagger in my palm. I couldn’t breathe, let alone eat, so I sat at my kitchen table and waited to see if he would try to follow me in.

It could’ve just been a random male, I told myself. And it was probably more likely. 

But what if that was- no. I can’t terrorize myself like that. This is all coincidental and I’m blowing all of this out of proportion. There is no reason someone would want to hurt me. But then again sometimes you don’t have to do something to have people want you-

Nope. Not going there. 

_____

With basket in tow, I walked up the hillside to my personal field. Rows of still-in-season flowers greeted me as I rounded the crest. I lifted up my skirt and bent down, plucking the last of the summer blooms to be stored for the winter. 

I was so happy when I discovered the preservation technique last Solstice so everyone could enjoy these beautiful flowers year round. I laid them all in the same direction, careful to not destroy the delicate petals. 

It was actually a nice day, and the sun was warm despite a cooler breeze. The sundress I had put on was one I’ve worn a thousand times, the hemp dulled and frayed from years of wear and play in the dirt picking flowers and gardening. It was lightweight and easy to maneuver in. My feet were bare. No real need for shoes out here. I liked feeling the dirt between my toes anyway, shoes just got in the way and made my feet sweat. 

I picked up a dahlia and laid it in the basket, reaching for another before I shrieked. 

A dark tendril of something circled around it, through the petals and drenching it in darkness. I launched back away from it, hands breaking my fall. 

“My dove, don’t you look pretty today,” a voice crept down my spine. I had only then realized I backed up into something solid. I scrambled, staring up at the figure. I had to shield my eyes from the sun, but a winged silhouette blocked it a second later.

Oh shit.

My brain fogged and words were long forgotten.

“It’s okay, dove. Don’t be afraid,” he spoke. His mouth curled into a feline smile when he took a step towards me, and I scooted back. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Oh, my pretty prey, don’t you see? You can’t run. You’re all alone out here, aren’t you?”

I shouldn’t answer, I can’t let him know that I’m all alone.

“N-No,” I stuttered, breathless and boneless. “No, I am not alone.”

“Don’t lie to me,” his tone sent a ripple down my back. “Even if you weren’t alone, there’d be nothing anyone could do.”

Fear prowled through me, and I think he could sense that. I anchored myself to the ground, prepared to bolt at any second and try to put as much distance as I could. Would it be useless? Probably. Would I go down with a fight? Absolutely. I’d kick and scream and-

“It’s so adorable to watch you think you have a chance,” he tilted his head, bending down over me. I took in those wings, that sharp jaw and even sharper eyes. His skin was flushed with a fine layer of sweat, and he smelled like an inferno. 

My core tightened. My fingers and toes were numb with dread. 

“Such a shame. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t ever be left alone. Someone could just come right up to you and take you as their own.” “I told you I’m not alone,” I bit out. 

He chuckled. Void of any real amusement and full of predatory hunger. “It’s okay, dove. I only want to take you for a little while, show you all the things that delicate body does to me. Only when I am satisfied will I give you back.”

A sob shuddered through me as he gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “P-Please don’t- please don’t hurt me-”

“Oh, I will. But it will feel so good for you. You’re going to cry. And beg. And scream. All for me. You’ll realize that no other male will be able to make you feel the things I can make you.” His voice was of the smoothest silk, but the words were so wrong. So repulsing. It certainly didn’t help when he looked so striking. 

I swallowed, nothing going down. I shook with nothing but fear when his hand traveled down my chin, to my neck. He gripped, not cutting off air, but firm enough I knew I was fucked. I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed by his eyes. 

This was it. This was going to happen. 

I have to try and run. I have to try. I looked up and down his body, at his midsection crouched over my legs. I kicked up as hard as I could, sending him to the ground with a groan. I scrambled, as fast as I could, to my suddenly limp feet and ran. I sprinted into the woods, not daring to look back to see if he was following. I knew he was following.

My chest burned with the need for oxygen. I zig-zaged through the trees, stepping on branches and sharp stones. When I screamed, nothing came out. My voice was dead in my throat and I couldn’t scream. It felt like I was in a nightmare. Where all laws of physics are wiped away for the sake of terror.

How far I ran I didn’t know, but I couldn’t see my meadow from wherever I was. Who knew what was in these woods? I slowed my pace a little to catch my breath. I walked– more like jogging– through the thick brush. Thorns and bugs tore up my arms and legs. 

Great. Now the sun was going down. Normally a Velaris sunset would put a beaming smile on my face. Right now? It only filled me with worry. 

The soles of my feet were cut and filled with dirt. My trembling had slowed, but every new snap of a twig had it tumbling back into me. I kept my gaze on the vegetation in front of me, careful not to step on too many branches. The last thing I needed was to send a ripple of sound to what/whoever was after me.

I smacked face first into a tree. So hard my vision danced away from me. The back of my head hit the forest floor and I groaned, hugging it close to my chest. As I rolled onto my shoulder, I was forced onto my stomach. My voice filled me when I saw the scarred hand, belonging to the male I thought I left in the field. 

“Where are you going, my prey? You think you can outrun a predator like me? Aww, my dove. You should know I love the chase, to see the fear in your eyes. Fear is one of our most primal instincts, fleeing only makes me want to hunt.” 

He was heavy on top of me, hand fisting in my hair to force me up. I tried to fight against it, but I couldn’t move. 

“Run again and I will have no choice but to hurt you. Though I bet you’d beg me to keep going.”

In a second, that same tendril-like shadow surrounded us. It filled every pore of my skin, every hole in my body. I felt like I was suffocating. That I was choking and couldn’t do anything to clear the obstruction. My eyes watered and I shrieked in my head. 

As fast as it was there, it was gone. I sucked in breaths, coughing up the saliva that was trapped in my throat. When I opened my eyes, I had no idea where I was. The cold, smooth concrete under my palms and knees was no indicator. There was no light except a singular bulb overhead. There was a table in the middle bound with leather, and a wall lined with different weapons and tools.

“Have no fear, dove. I won’t be using all of them on you today,” the voice echoed, and I spun around, trying to find it. He was nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Panicking, I ran towards one wall, hoping to find a door. I pounded at it with everything I had, nothing giving away.

It was solid stone.

“Please let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about this,” I pleaded, sinking into the farthest corner. “Please I won’t-”

“I know you won’t, my dove,” the male emerged from the shadows. “But I don’t care.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. “I don’t want this. Please, sir-”

“Master.” his voice boomed into the room. “Call me anything other than master and there will be consequences.”

I cowered against the wall, legs tucked up under myself. Maybe if I appease him then… “Please master I-”

“Would you look at that,” he grinned. A feral grin with a promise to bring pain. “My dove knows how to take orders. So good to know you have a desire deep down to please and cooperate.”

“I don’t want this.”

“I know you don’t, and that’s what makes me want you more, dove,” he knelt down in front of me again, tucking away some of the hairs in my face. Under any other circumstance, I’d find the movement comforting, reassuring maybe. This? This was haunting. Make-your-stomach-blanche haunting. 

“What do you want from me?” I asked, daring a look in his green eyes. In another setting, I’d find them beautiful. But not this one. 

“I’ve already told you. I will return you when I am satisfied,” the male flashed his white teeth. “Get up.”

He yanked me by my bicep and hurtled me out of the corner. My feet stumbled and he kept me upright, dragging me to the table. My lower back aches when I crash into it, but the table didn’t move. I gripped the edge for dear life while my eyes stayed locked on my captor. 

My heart begged me to find safety. But there wasn’t a door, not a window in this chamber. 

“Where am I?”

“Far from anything, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ll take care of you, my dove. I won’t be kind, but I don’t want to kill you.”

Was it comforting? Sort of. Not really. No, it wasn’t comforting in any way. This male, this winged male, was going to do whatever he wanted. I’m at his mercy. His to play with, to decide what to do with, and I had no say in the process or the outcome. 

He turned to face me after looking at the wall of tools and things. “Oh dove, why didn’t you say you were needy?”

I blinked at him, shifting on my feet. “I’m not needy. I just want to be let go.”

“You think I can’t smell the sweet scent between those legs of yours?” His gaze darkened, traveling up and down my trembling body. “I bet if I touched you you’d arch into me, wouldn’t you? You're all messy and ready for me, aren’t you?”

I shook my head, biting my lip. His massive hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me inches from his face. He ducked his head down, planting a kiss right below my ear. I shivered. No no no no no this was not about to happen. 

His teeth nipped my ear and he exhaled, sending uninvited goosebumps across my arms and legs. 

“Despite your best efforts,” he whispered, breath skimming me ignited skin. “You are arching into me. You want me to touch you, don’t you?”

I couldn’t move my head with his grip, which only tightened when I didn’t come up with a response quick enough. “No, no I don’t want you to touch me.”

“Pity,” he said. “Your body says otherwise. Even though I frighten you, have you at my will, you find it thrilling, little dove. Aww, see? You’re so hungry for my touch, my mouth, that you can’t even stay still. I know my dove needs it, she’s such a slut already and I haven’t even done anything.”

Impossible. It was impossible not to writhe at his words. Heat flooded my body in a moment. No, don’t want this. This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong.

He let out a cruel laugh, the vibrations prickling my skin. He manipulated my head where he wanted, pressing his mouth up my neck, across my collarbones. My eyes lulled shut, unintentionally letting my head fall back. 

“Good girl, my dove.”

I gasped as his teeth grazed right where my vein pulsed under my skin. His hand roughly grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the table. They forced my knees apart and he stepped into the space. I whimpered.

“So vocal,” his voice was criminally sleek. “Be as loud as you want dove, no one can hear you scream.”

Again, not comforting.

“W-What are you going to do to me?” My voice bobbled, especially when he pulled off my body and stared at me. 

“Ask me one more time and I will make you regret it.” There was no room for negotiation in his voice. “But, since you are such a curious little whore, I guess we can get started.”

The world whirled around me as he forced me chest down. I hung over the edge, blood rushing to my face. His hands grabbed the neckline of my dress and ripped it down the zipper. The bitterness of the dark room chilled me to my core. 

A single one of his fingers felt its way down my spine. I kicked out, wiggling away from his fine touch. That finger left my back and came down hard on my ass. A scream tore through my body. The sting boomed across my skin, definitely leaving a raised welt in the shape of his hand. 

“Keep still.” He ordered. I panted with the force of that smack. “I mean it dove, I don’t want to hurt you… too bad anyway.”

I tried to hold still as his hands explored my body. They were firm which helped. I could predict the patterns of his hands and the tension slowly slipped from my body. I relaxed a shoulder down to the table, then let my legs dangle. 

“See? You’re already growing accustomed to my touch. Such a good little girl, my dove. I will reward you, you can keep pretending you don’t crave me as much as I crave you.” 

My body was betraying me. I have this type of reaction. It was wrong. On so many levels.

But my goodness was he a stunning male. 

Why I relaxed as he lifted the hem of my skirt up, I couldn’t ever say. But I was more embarrassed when he cooed at me, a soft, almost sweet noise coming from deep in his chest. 

“Aww,” he sighed. “Nothing under this? All prepped and ready for me, dove? I should have known how much of a whore you’d be for more. So kind of you to make it so easy for me to use you. To have my unwavering way.”

“Master I- please don’t do this to me-”

“And would you look at that?” He palmed my ass apart. “You are a soaking wet mess. I am two for two, I wonder what else I am right about. I think you’ll like it when I touch you, so much you’ll come apart just after a few strokes. I think I can get you to cum on my cock as many times as I want, until you’re an incoherent, slobbering mess. What do you think, dove? If you agree I’ll make you feel sooo good.”

I was quivering. Fuck, he had been right. And I felt so ashamed about it. Nothing about this should be arousing, and yet, he was completely right. Cauldron boil me for this.

I nodded. Despite all the bells and whistles telling me to fight and keep going. I nodded. 

“I knew you’d come around,” I could hear the sinister smile in his voice. “Get up, dove.”

Slowly, I lowered my feet to the ground and turned to face him. He reached around me and pressed a switch on the table. It began to move, angling itself on a slant. A panel came out at the bottom and the male flipped it up. “Step.”

Uh oh. 

With a wary look at him, I stepped onto the small metal platform barely big enough to place my feet on. I face him, the dress barely clinging to my body. He grabbed one of my wrists and forced it over my head. A cuff of leather latched around it. 

When I tried to yank it away, his free hand wound around my throat, cutting off all oxygen. I gargled, going slack in his grip. 

“I told you if you tried to get away, I’d have to hurt you,” he shook his head. “My prey hasn’t learned her lesson.”

My eyes widened as he grabbed something off the wall behind me. The second he rounded to where I could see him, my heart blazed in my chest. There was a small sword in his hand and he spined it between his fingers aimlessly. 

With two light-blurring moves of his arm, he cut off the sleeves to my dress and it pooled around my feet. I don’t know when I closed my eyes, but then they were open, staring down at my now naked body. “Defy my order again and I’ll cut you, do you understand?” I nodded vigorously. 

I still had one hand free, and I used it to try and cover myself. The male watched me twist and turn under his stare. 

“Looks like I still have something to take care of,” he looked at the hand that was shielding the space between my thighs. Within a minute, he had gained control of my hand and I was tied up. Completely naked and exposed to him. “Much better.”

I didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what to say. So I stayed quiet. I just watched his every move. 

“What to do with you first,” he tapped his chin. “I should punish you for trying to get away from me again. But I think I just want to play with you a little bit more.”

He pressed another button, and the table tilted back so it wasn’t such a steep incline. My arms were already feeling strained as I tugged at the cuffs around my wrists. Most of my weight fell on my back, but gods my arms ached already. 

This was it. Nothing I can do to stop this. Fear and dread and every other emotion bubbled up and out, sobs wracking through my chest. 

“Don’t be afraid my dove,” his voice was anything but soothing as he dragged his fingers down my cheek. “I will make you feel so many good things. See? I only want to ruin you for anyone other than me. That’s it, my prey.”

His hand pinned my leg to the table, basically covering the entire thigh with his hand. He was so big. From his hands to his wings, even his shoulders were massive and otherworldly. A finger brushed up the crease of my hip, dipping into the mess on my skin. I jolted when he slid that finger between the tops of my thighs. 

It was so light, so gentle in comparison to how he’s been. With a shaky breath, my eyes fluttered shut as I let him touch me. 

“So soft, dove,” he praised. “Let's see how you taste. I hope it’s as sweet as those flowers of yours smell.” He let his tongue curl out and around the pad of his middle finger, eyes locked on mine. With a hum of approval, he grinned. “My dear dove, you taste so wonderful. I am going to undo you so many times so I can taste you over and over again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Yeah I know you do. Don’t worry, I will make you, whether you want to or not.”

Chills spread down my back and I arched off the table when he stuck two fingers inside me. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel great. Not until his thumb brushed over my clit, making me jump viscously. 

“Tell me what you want, dove.” 

I had to calm the inferno in my mind before I could speak. “Just- please…”

“Please what? Use those words of yours, slut. Or are you already too fucked out to form sentences?” That wicked mouth of his didn’t make it any easier.

“I want… more,” it came out a whisper. So tentative and meek I wasn’t sure if I had said it out loud. 

“You want more, my prey?” I nodded. He let out a soul crippling laugh. “Just remember, you asked for this.”

His fingers picked up, and his mouth latched onto my breast. Teeth bit into the skin, and I knew it was the first mark of many to come. There was nothing to do except take what he was giving me. And right now, it didn’t feel bad. Pleasure ripped through with another brush of his thumb and my core tightened. 

Sweat pricked my skin, my hair itching the back of my neck. I was so hyper aware of everything going on with my body it was impossible to focus on anything else other than that it started to feel good. Fuck. I was giving in. I need to resist. This was- this was wrong. And yet I was… I was enjoying it? He had to have drugged me or- or cast some sort of spell to make me react to his touch. I couldn’t find any of this desirable, could I?

“Would you like to cum, dove?” He stilled his hands, but my hips kept moving. “Are you that desperate? That you’re fucking yourself on my fingers?”

I stopped immediately. My mouth gaped open and closed for a response, but nothing came. 

Two heartbeats later he shoved his fingers in so deep I pulled on the chains so hard I began to lift myself away from his touch. He pinned my thigh back to the table and circled my clit, drawing noises from me I so desperately wanted to keep inside. 

There wasn’t anything I could do to convince him that I was repulsed by this. Because he and I both knew that I was into it. Problematically into all of this. I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I couldn’t let that little bit of control I needed to ground me. What control did I actually have? I had no power. Nothing to hold over him. 

I was tied. To a table. In a room without a door. Cauldron knows where I am. Of course I had no power here. 

But it… it filled me with fear. This primal fear, just like he said. And I couldn’t stop him from doing whatever he wanted. And that was… that was…

Pleasure ripped through me, forcing me to arch off the table and scream out. I hadn’t given my body permission to lean into this. Fuck fuck fuck. It felt so good, his fingers pushing me further down that fine line between reality and euphoria. 

“My dove, that was quick,” his eyes were full of hunger. And so were mine. “I knew you would come around. I knew a slut like you would give into those animalistic behaviors at some point. Now the rest of this will be seamless. All you have to do is stay there and let me fuck you until you go dumb with it.”

My legs were shaking, my pussy clenching on nothing as he ripped them from my body. I might have moaned. Just maybe. 

The male hit the button again and my legs flew down to help support my weight. I had to press on my toes to take some of the pressure off my wrists; pins and needles shot down my fingers and arms from the lack of blood. 

“What do you say, dove? Should I make you cum again? Yeah, I think I’m going to.”

He knelt to the floor and grabbed the back of my calf. I watched, still heaving from my first orgasm. He let it fall over his shoulder, doing the same with the other. Was he going to- oooh gods….

The first pass of his tongue sent my head rolling back, eyes with it. I bucked my hips into his face, meeting his carnal stare. He grinned, chin glistening with my mess. He looked… fuck he looked good. All those sharp, cunning features between my legs. My mind melted and all my morals went with it. 

Here I was: chained to a table with a sadistic, obsessive male, and I was loving the sight of him between my legs. What the fuck is wrong with me? I didn’t have time to answer my own question as content filled me. He lapped over every inch of my entrance and didn’t let up. 

“Gods… fuck- forgive me,” I whimpered out, feeling this overwhelming sensation begin to break apart my seams. I gasped, then screamed. His teeth latched onto the inside of my thigh. He bit me. Hard. Forceful enough to bring tears up and forceful enough to make me bleed. 

“Now if any other male tries to take you, they’ll see my bite and know that if they don’t get out they’re going to be in a world of pain,” he muttered, brushing away the drops of blood with his hand. He resumed the flicks of his tongue, not letting up when I began to see stars.

“Ple-Please,” I shout, arching off the inclined surface and clamping my legs around his head. In a second, I was pinned to the table, his nails digging into the skin of my thighs. A brutal hand came down right over the bite, and I screamed. Fuck that hurt. “Ah- stop.”

“Why? Does it hurt, my prey? It’s fucking supposed to. Now shut the fuck up and take it. Stop acting like you don’t love this.” 

I cried out, his tongue darting up and down my core. My stomach tightened in that familiar way, but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of another release. I had given him what he wanted, wasn’t that enough?

“Stop holding back.” Another claw of his nails at the backs of my thighs. “Cum now or I will make the next one far less enjoyable.”

I obeyed. I didn’t have a choice. My body just did it. I yelped, straining against the bindings so hard I knew they’d cut my wrists. With my hips pinned under his powerful hold, I twitched and writhed and shook with the force of my second orgasm. I couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t stop whining and begging him to stop licking me. 

The male didn’t let up and tears fell out of my lashes. I sobbed. Sobbed. It was too much, too much pressure and pleasure it hurt. It stung. It burned and added to the ever growing pins and needles in my arms. They were numb, and couldn’t keep me up anymore. 

My body flops fully against the table as he keeps a firm grip on me. 

“M-Master please stop-” I begged, “please I need a break.”

Alas, he pulled his head away from my throbbing pussy. The sight of him was… Cauldron spare me. His hair was a tangled mess, and his eyes were full of his pupils. Black, affectionless pits in his face. He looked exactly as he said he was, a predator. A true, hungry, wild predator. 

And I had made him that way. 

“I’m far from done, my dove,” he rose to his full height, tilting the table all the way back. Relief flooded my arms. “I think you’re ready for something else.”

He came around to my head and I watched him, upside down, the light hurting my eyes. He shed the belt around his waist and let it fall to the floor with a loud ‘clang’. His scarred hand put the button through its slit and I could see the outline of him through his pants. 

Holy Mother send me a blessing.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be able to fit it.” “No,” I shook my head. “No that will not fit in my-”

“Well, it’s going to. Open wide, pretty dove. Fuck… look at you. All spread out for me, pink and flush. You look so mouthwatering. So perfect for me to ruin and bruise.”

With another click of a button, the cuffs above my head began to move down. The blood rushed back and I sighed out. They were now at my sides. When I dared a look back up, the male had dropped his pants. Mother fucking- that is not going to-

“Open,” He demanded, palming my jaw. I was in too much shock at the sheer size to really hear it. A slap struck me in the face, and I jolted to the side. “Now. Make me ask again and see what I will do with this.”

My jaw unhinged and he slipped in. I choked, bending my legs to try and gain some leverage. Cool streaks slithered up my feet and around my ankles. they yanked, the force of it pulling me off his cock, and I looked down at the tendrils of shadow curled around my skin. 

“What the fuck-” I shouted until I couldn’t breathe anymore. The male had come around the front of my head and slammed a hand against my throat. The pressure built up in my face, and I coughed, choking on what little air I had left. His eyes were narrow, a snarl on his lips. 

After a few moments, the stars were back, and the room dimmed. Heart pounding. I was right there, so close to losing consciousness when air rushed back into my lungs. I thought I was going to throw up with how hard I was breathing. 

He grabbed my hair and forced me down, shoving his cock back into my throat. All the way. I gagged. I was fully stretched out on the table as he rocked his hips into me. He was tall enough that the table wasn’t a hindrance. 

“I told you dove, bad things happen when you disobey me.”

He almost put me unconscious. My head was foggy, and my vision was still laced with stars. I had no other choice but to take what he was doing. Just like he said I would.

When I closed my eyes, I let my throat relax. He praised me, sinking in further and further. Every other thrust I got a breath. He pulled out once and let the tip of his cock trace around my lips so I could catch a breath. Instead of waiting for him to decide when I was done, I stuck my tongue out in acceptance. 

“My prey is learning so quickly,” he stroked a massive hair down my throat, pressing in. I could feel it prod against the surface of my skin, right where his hand was. “I bet you can feel that, huh? How far down I am?” A quick clench of his digits sent fear rolling back through my body. I couldn’t breathe again- “Shh, I won’t let you suffocate on my cock. There are far too many things we still have left to do. Just relax- that’s it. Look at you! Such a pretty whore, already wrung out on my cock. And I haven’t even been inside you.”

I swallowed around him when he removed his hand. That earned me a deep, rumbling sound from his chest. In the past couple minutes, his voice had dimmed to nothing but a growl. Like he was turning into an animal.

It was so thrilling. 

With every snap of his hips, my whole body rocked with it. Wetness pooled onto the table and I could feel it smear against my skin. He reached down and pulled at my nipple, sending shocks all through my body. “Yeah you can take more. I want you a whimpering mess, you still have a ways to go, don’t you dove?” I nodded my head as best I could. “That’s what I thought.”

His hips snapped into my face, cock stabbing my throat. It was so painful, and my lungs burned for a full breath again. Nothing about the way he was forcing it in told me he was going to let me have one. It could’ve been minutes or hours that he fucked my throat. I wouldn’t have the slightest chance of talking in the morning. And part of me didn’t mind that thought. Or the thought of seeing his marks across my skin. 

I moaned around him. I watched his head draw back, and heard what that had done to him. “Do that again, don’t stop.”

An endless supply of them tumbled out of me and around him. His hips stuttered for a second. Both of his hands palmed the side of my head, bringing it to meet his motions. One-two-three-four-five more later and he shoved all the way in, blocking my airway entirely. Long ropes of cum shot down my throat, forcing me to swallow. Some came back up into my nose. 

When he pulled out, I nearly hurled. The taste wasn’t bad, but the need for air was. I gulped it down, eyes unable to keep themselves open. I could barely feel the cuffs loosen from my writs. I was a limp pile of used limbs. Exactly what he wanted.

I felt like I was in the clouds. 

The next thing I knew was I was on the ground and the freezing concrete woke me up. My hands and knees stung and shook. I felt weightless and like I was a ton at the same time. I couldn’t keep myself up, arms giving out as I went face first into the floor.

All I could hear behind me was the male rugged breathing. Two agonizing slaps were planted on my ass. A garbled scream tore through the air as he did it again. And again. It eventually became so painful I couldn’t feel it. My chest was flat against the ground. 

“I am gonna fuck you,” he told me. “And I am going to hurt you so fucking good. You’re gonna scream and cry until you can’t. I’m gonna fill you all the way up, too. So much it’ll drip out of you for the next hour.”

The tip of his cock swirled through the mess between my legs. “Please, master. Fill me up.”

“That’s it dove,” he pushed in, inch by inch. “Fuck that feels good. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me. You’re all mine. All fucking mine to use and breed and fuck whenever I want.”

If I had been anywhere other than wherever I was, people would surely be breaking down my door to rescue me. But I would shew them away and beg for him to continue. He was right. Fuck he felt good inside me. I don’t know how he fits. But then he kept going. And he kept pushing. 

“Look at you, taking my cock like it’s nothing. You look so fucking pretty, my little dove. Fuck yourself on it. Fuck me like the useless, hopeless little creature you are. Maybe if you do a good job, your predator will let you go so he can hunt you again.”

My body was his at that moment. It wasn’t my own to begin with. He had full command over me. And I was happy to let him. I rocked back on my knees, my aching nipples brushing against the floor every time I did. 

The noises were obscene; from our breathless pleas to his cock slipping in and out of my thoroughly soaked pussy… it was the most sinful symphony I had ever heard. 

With earnest I rocked into him until he took over. One hand fisted in my hair and he yanked me up. I couldn’t be bothered to use my arms to help, I let him do all the work. His other hand brushed to where we were connected and over my clit. 

I had already come twice, I didn’t know if I could a third. But he was going to make me, whether I wanted to or not. Just. like. He. Said. 

The sound of our bodies echoed off the walls around us. He cursed deep in his chest while I had the breath fucked out of me. I had to catch myself when he threw my head down so I wouldn’t smack my nose off the stone. He hauled my ass into the pocket of his hips and hovered over me, forcing his body to align with mine. 

His now bare chest was flat against my back, hard muscle contracting as he angled his pelvis into mine over and over. It was a brutal, erotic pace. His promise rang in my head: all fucking mine to use and breed and fuck whenever I want.

“Yeah take it you fucking whore. Take what your master is giving you,” his voice was distant in my ears. His nails scraped groves in the skin of my back, and I let go. I screamed. the tears came and didn't stop. All those emotions– fear, dread, desire– making their way to the surface and erupting as I came again. For a third time. “Fuck, my dove. Again? Gods you are such a slut for my cock. You love this. Being used by me. You’re fucking nothing without my cock to fuck. You were born for me to fuck this tight cunt of yours. To breed.”

I don’t know if my orgasm ever stopped or if they just kept rolling over into the next. 

“My pretty cunt to use. Mine. All fucking mine, isn’t it? Say it dove, who does this body belong to?”

“Y-You, master,” I strangled out through cries and breaths. “It’s all yours, my master.”

His hands crashed down on my shoulders and pinned me to the floor so I wouldn’t move. I wouldn’t move even if I could. And I don’t. I want to stay right here, head far away from all my daily responsibilities as he pounds into me. 

My master’s hips were ruthless. Every pump of his body into mine set my skin on fire. I had never felt pleasure, or pain, quite like this before. I’d never be the same again. He forced me to change to him. And I couldn’t ever change back. There was nothing I could do to stop him from breeding me. And I didn’t want to stop him. 

“F-Fuck, my dove. I’m gonna breed you. Fuck it so deep inside you’ll never have a chance. Ready?”

“Yes yes yes yes yes,” I was incoherent. “Please, master. Fuck me so goooood.”

The noise that came out of him should have terrified me. But it didn’t. He let out a snarl so deep it rattled my bones, rattled the table and the floor with the force of it. I could feel his release inside me, but his hips never slowed. The nails on his fingers caught my skin and ripped it. I’m sure it’ll look like I was attacked by a wild animal in the morning. In a way I was. 

He was feral, snarling and snapping behind me. It was either sweat or saliva that dripped onto my back. 

It went on for a little longer, and then he forced his cock farther than it had pierced a new part of me that I hadn’t ever felt before. I couldn’t tell up from down, right from wrong in the next several minutes as he fucked into me, pushing and pushing and pushing as much of himself as he could into me. I went completely limp and he landed on top of me. 

His warm body was shaking above mine, sweat soaking into my skin. 

Neither of us spoke, neither of us moved. 

When he stirred, he pulled out, making me feel impossibly empty while he rolled me on my back. Then it was back in, and I sighed contently. 

“Would you look at that,” his voice cracked slightly. “My pretty dove has entered a true in between state. You can’t decide what to feel, can you?” The male's hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. I could barrel keep my eyes open anymore, and he let out the cruelest sound I’ve ever heard. “Such a worthless prey. You can’t even speak you're so enthralled with me. What a sight to see.” It didn’t even occur to me that we had never kissed until this instant. His lips were warm and hurried as they claimed mine. I melted into it, especially when he curled his tongue over mine. He moved his hips steadily as he did, drawing in and out a few times before he stayed put. 

I was so many things– ruined above all of them. I didn’t know if I would walk again, if I’d be able to see a dahlia in the garden and not be instantly transported back to these memories. 

Here I was, spent and limp, still at his mercy. And despite the moral side of me, begging me to be disgusted and horrified… I wasn’t. And I wasn’t guilty about it either. I should be, absolutely should be mortified by this whole thing. Yet I wanted- no, I needed it to keep going. To be taken at any point and whisked away from life to be played with. To be hunted. 

It would be a secret I’d take to the grave. Not anything I’d tell anyone. I would keep this between me and the fucking devil. No one else could know how much I craved to be stripped of my rights and dignity. 

I was moved, despite my protests, and hauled over a shoulder. That same suffocating shadow filled me once more and then the stars said hello. With what little energy I had left, I lifted my head off his shoulder and peered around. My meadow greeted me. The bugs and all there too. 

The male slid me off his body and laid me down in the grass. I had also become dressed at some point, my dress put back together. 

“You are free for now, my little prey. But I will find you again, and I will hunt you down no matter where you run to.”

I nodded up at him, a delightful smile on my lips. With a breeze from the crisp autumn air, he was gone, one with the shadows again. I laid there for a moment, not really having a ton of memories of what just happened. All I knew was that I had this ache in my body that filled me with satisfaction.

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The stars twinkled above me as I pushed to a sitting position, waiting for a while for my mate to come get me. With a mighty beat of his wings, he landed in front of me, that feral look in his eyes gone since we left that underground room. 

“Let’s get you home, my love,” he smiled sweetly, sweat still curling the ends of his hair. I reached my hands up and he gently pulled me to my feet. “I love you so much, Yn. So so much. It was perfect.”

“I know,” I smiled up at him. “I was pretty good.”

“Are you hurting?” I gave him a look that said ‘yes, you idiot, of course I’m hurting’. “Okay yeah stupid question. Let’s go clean you up and then we can soak in the tub and go to bed. I’m sorry if I-” “Shh,” I curled right into his chest when he lifted me up, kissing the side of his neck. “I didn’t safeword, did I?” “Well, no but that doesn’t mean-”

“Yes it does. I may have been under, I may have been afraid, but I was aware. It was everything I could’ve imagined.”

“You’re sure?” he asked again.

I nodded, slurring my words with sleep. “ ‘mm sure. Can we go home now?” “Of course. You are everything I could ever ask for. Thank you for doing that with me.”

“You’re very welcome,” I chuckled.

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[This is just a little bit of background building and the initial conversation between the reader and Azriel about the roleplay. I didn't add it in the beginning because I thought it might break the illusion. Feel free to read or not!]

Azriel had parts of him he was ashamed of. Things he’s done in the past that he is most certainly not proud of, but have become a vital part to who is and why he is that way. There’s nothing that can change those parts of him, not even his mate.

When the two of you first met, it was a thing of the universe. Completely unintentional. You had been delivering a bouquet of flowers from your shop in Velaris; they were the finest ghost orchids and water lilies grown in the Court. A simple pen error on your note card sent you to two houses over from the one that was supposed to receive them.

When you knocked on the door, your heart began to strike faster in your chest. It was an odd feeling to say the least. The door opened and a male answered the door. He had black hair and had the most captivating eyes you’ve ever seen. His voice was like silk when it hit your ears.

“Can I help you?” He asked, folding his arms across his sculpted chest. He was dressed down; a simple shirt and combat pants and boots. 

It took a moment for you to conjure up a response. “I have a delivery. For… Sherion?”

“They live two houses to the left.”

“Oh,” you sighed out, looking back at your card. Surely you had written down the right address, or maybe they accidentally gave you the wrong house number? The row of houses stretched far around the bend of the street, it wasn’t the most impossible thing. “Well, sorry to bother you. Thank you for your help, sir.”

“Azriel,” he introduced, stretching out his hand. 

“Yn,” you replied, offering the male a smile before you stepped down onto the sidewalk. “Enjoy your day!”

Azriel had no idea why he answered the door. Him and his High Lord were in the middle of a very important Court discussion and before the words were even out of Rhysand’s mouth, he was up and moving to answer it. 

And there you were. Standing right in front of him. This small, utterly defenseless faerie, compared to him. You looked so wonderful. That was the only word he could think of: wonderful. You looked enjoyable to be around and comforting. There was a calm to your aura that instantly soothed the roar of the shadows in his ears. 

You looked like everything he wasn’t. You were smooth and soft and unburdened by the weight of your past. Azriel was exactly that. Burdened. Solid. A bastard born Illyrian who had grown up in the cruelest way. Nothing about him was loving. Sure he loved and protected his brothers and the rest of his Court, but he hasn’t ever had one soul all to himself. To love and cherish and spoil with the part of him he didn’t let anyone see. But if he could ask you to give him a chance, he wouldn’t ever take it for granted. 

How he managed to keep his cool, he’ll never know, but as soon as the door shut, he leaned against it, fingertips filled with static as he closed his eyes. He knew that feeling. The one he had with Mor all those years ago, with Elain. But now it was crystal clear. The other ones had been clouded by hundreds of years of rejection. Not this. 

It had taken him a few days to find you, which wasn’t hard. He told Cassian first, who more or less shouted it across the room for Rhysand to hear. The both of them encouraged him to speak with you, to get a better idea if there was any type of bond at all on your end. 

Azriel couldn’t tell when he met you, he brain was too busy being turned to mush by your beauty and grace.

But, eventually, he wandered into your shop at the end of the business sector of Velaris. It was cute, and had your scent all over it mixed in with the calming presence of fresh flowers and other plants. 

The door opened with a chime and he stepped in. The first thing that happened when he shut the door was he knocked over a pot behind it. It shattered on the floor, and he let out a curse.

“Shit,” Azriel whirled around, wings clattering into some windchimes hanging in the window. They fell, thankfully they didn’t break, but they did make a jarring noise. “Cauldron boil me.”

“What is going on?” Your voice rang over the chaos at the front of the store, and when you appeared, your eyes settled on Azriel, and he looked around at the mess he made. 

“I am so sorry, Yn. I didn’t see the pot behind the door and then these things,” Azriel sneered at the windchimes, “came down with it all. It’s a disaster, please, let me help clean it up.”

He watched you look from the pot, to the chimes, to the dirt on his wings. You laughed, so hard you clutched your stomach as you looked at the wary Illyrian.

“It’s okay, sir. It’s not a big deal. I have about a thousand pots in the back that are just laying around.”

“Then let me pay for it, and any of the chimes that I broke,” he tried to smooth his face into anything other than bitter self-resentment, but he probably did a poor job. 

“Nonsense, it was an accident. And I guess I could make my shop a little more accessible to those with wings. It’s not every day that we have Illyrians here.”

The fact that you were willing to rearrange things in your store to accommodate him made his heart swell. Surely there was a blush to his tan skin when he rubbed the back of his neck. 

Azriel couldn’t help but notice the clay smothering your hands, bits and pieces stuck on your face and in your hair. You wore working overalls and a long sleeve striped shirt. The ends of your pants were cuffed and your boots were laced all the way up. 

He thought you looked adorable. Utterly adorable and he just wanted to cherish you. 

You had similar thoughts about Azriel. That he was devastatingly handsome and outrageously gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, and lighter colored eyes. They were a perfectly crafted shade of hazel. The Mother took her time with this one.

You cleared your throat, trying not to blush at your obvious staring. “Is there something I can help you find?”

It took him a second to shake his thoughts together, “Yes, I did come here to buy flowers. Not to destroy your property.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you. “What are you looking for?”

“In all honesty I am not really sure. I’m trying to make a gesture, of sorts.”

“I see,” you nodded, looking over your shoulder. “Roses are always romantic, but a little over done in my opinion. There’s always succulents too, everybody always forgets about those guys. They make lovely gifts, are low maintenance, and more difficult to kill.”

“Interesting,” Azriel nodded along. “What about these?”

“These are wild bouquets. They are grown in the Hills, just field flowers but they look stunning all put together. A lot of them are imports from other Courts, brought here long before Prythian was Prythian. They grow freely in the plains and farmland.”

“Do they all have their own names or are they all just classified as wildflowers?” Azriel couldn’t have given a less of a fuck about what they were classified as, he just enjoyed hearing you talk about something you were obviously passionate about. 

You looked at him like a normal person, not at the scars on his hands or the wings over his shoulders. He wasn’t sure what to think of it all. You didn’t fear him, which was odd enough, and you didn’t avert your eyes. It was like you didn’t know who he was, which was going to be hard to believe. But if, by some miracle, you didn’t, he would be grateful. So so grateful. 

“Yeah, these are lavender, baby breath, candy fruit, blue flax… whatever is blooming is picked and wrapped up. These are just seasonal, there aren’t too many flowers that bloom wildly in Velaris outside of spring and summer, and even then it’s difficult to grow without a greenhouse.”

“I see, I see,” the Illyrian said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll grab one of those then. And one of those succulents you were talking about.”

With a clap of your hands, you snatched up a fuller set of wildflowers and set them on the counter by the register. On a shelf beside a display of pots and vases, you looked around before finding a great candidate. It was in a lovely array of echeveria in a triangular prism. 

“Will that be all?” You asked, typing in the total and showing him. 

“Yes,” he nodded once, handing you a palm-full of coins. “Please keep the change.”

“But- I don’t understand, this is twice the amount of the total cost?”

“I broke one of your lovely pots, it’s the least I can do.”

“You know I could rehydrate that, throw it again and make the exact same one in less than an hour, right?”

Azriel blinked. “Then consider it a shop donation.”

You looked from the change in your hand, to the man in front of you, back to the change. “I won’t be able to get you to take this back, will I?”

“No,” Azriel smirked, taking the flowers and succulent off the counter. “Thank you for your kindness, Yn.”

“Yours as well, Azriel.”

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When it came time to close down the shop, you hauled in the signs outside advertising the sale for the day. You wiped the counters and swept the floors, fixing a few things on the chimes that got knocked over earlier. As you locked up, there was a rush of air behind you, making you jump.

“Mother above!” you shouted, clutching your chest when Azriel stood behind you. “What are you doing here?”

Azriel didn’t say anything as he tucked in his wings, extending the bouquet he bought just hours ago to you.

“Oh, did you need to exchange them? I can run back inside and get you a new one if-”

“They’re for you, Yn,” he said. “I was hoping to catch you as you were leaving to ask if you’d like to come have dinner with me?”

With a sparkle in his eye, a smirk on his lips, it was pretty hard to say no. Not that you wanted to say no anyway. It was pretty obvious that both of you were attracted to each other, in more ways than one. You were worried that it had been one sided. 

And that was how it all started. One silly little typo of an address led you to the most devoted, selfless, and understanding male you could’ve asked for. Azriel could do it all. It took a while to get to that place, but it happened. It took a while to gain his full trust, but once you did, there wasn’t an area of his life you didn’t know about and admire.

He was so brave. So tenacious and powerful. Not to mention all of the other lovely physical aspects you learned about. Every aspect of your relationship was stunning. So rich and enjoyable. Every day was truly a new adventure with Azriel and the rest of his family; not to mention how awesome everyone else had been. Well, mostly everyone. Nesta and Amren were a little hard to crack, but Cassian, Feyra, and Rhysand quickly became some of the most important people in your life. 

As time went on, more and more things were revealed between the two of you. The mating bond clicked and it was like taking a first breath all over again. It was over stimulating, in an unexplainably pleasant way. 

Being able to feel, to hear everything the other was thinking was an experience you wouldn’t ever grow tired of having. 

Azriel was tender, as tender as he knew how to be with you. He did a lot of learning from you on how you wanted to be loved, and vice versa. Azriel was complicated, but that didn’t make him unlovable by any means. It only made you love him more, just so he knew that he could be. 

He wasn’t pushy about getting you into his bed, but you certainly didn’t mind taking that leap at one of the first hints. If his beauty was an indicator of just how thorough he was, boy were you in for a rude awakening. 

He was flawless between your legs. So calculated and willing to give. But you quickly learned there were other sides to him you wanted to explore. 

It started slowly, calling him ‘sir’ here and there to get a rise out of him. Which only leads to him asking you to try new things with him. You had always been a ‘why not try everything once’ kind of person. Extending beyond the bedroom. Azriel never pressured you to do something you didn’t want to, and there was almost nothing that he suggested that you rejected. 

From a little bit of bondage to taking you in other areas of the House, it started slow, and then progressively got more and more intense. More real domination and exploration. The list of things that turned you on was growing rapidly thanks to him.

One day, while the two of you were sitting in your home, it was clear there was something on his mind. 

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READER POV

I watched as Azriel adjusted himself in his chair for the fifth time in ten minutes. He was squirming and outright fidgeting. 

“Okay, what is going on with you? I’ve never seen you like this before.” I paused my flower arrangement and sat down in front of him. 

Azriel wouldn’t meet my eyes. 

“Love, what is it?”

He let out a sigh, deep and heavy and full of something he clearly didn’t want to speak about. “I was just thinking… It's nothing important. I don’t want to ask it of you anyway.”

“Why not?” I furrowed my brows. “You know there isn’t anything you could say to me that would make me cower.”

“That’s exactly what I want.” Your breath caught in your throat. Azriel shook his head, folding his arms across his chest. “I’ve had this- this fantasy of you for a long time and it is something so dark and outright dangerous that I’ve been afraid to ask.”

A chill spread down my spine when he looked at me. Those eyes meant trouble; whenever we roleplayed, he got this look, this look, when I disobeyed him. It could’ve crumbled anyone to their knees. But me? It lonely lit me on fire. 

“Azriel, tell me.” 

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You know I will not judge you,” I stressed, swinging a leg over his lap, laying my hands over his shoulders. “I promise.”

His hands found my thighs, which he rubbed to soothe himself. He took in a deep breath before he spoke. 

“Do you remember when we went to Summer? After the wedding?”

That was totally not what I was preparing for. “Yes? Of course I do.”

“Well, when Tarquin let us into those fields, and you were just picking flowers… I couldn’t help but think about how delicate you looked. You looked so peaceful and alone and I couldn’t stop thinking about how vulnerable you were. How easy you would be to overpower with your back turned. You’d be defenseless and- gods I sound ridiculous.”

“No, no you don’t. Keep going.” “Yn it doesn’t get better,” Azriel clenched his jaw. “I shouldn’t have these thoughts and I know it’s wrong-” “There is nothing wrong with having a fantasy and expressing it to me.”

His eyes were wide, lips parted. Azriel’s grip tightened on your hips. “I wanted to do nothing but force you to take me. To just- completely control you and have my way with you. You looked so innocent and perfect in the sundress and I wanted to ruin it. Ruin you. All over again. But with this animalistic part of me that I’ve never met. And then I just kept thinking about chasing you. Hunting you down and capturing you and tying you up. Fucking you senseless and forcing you to take whatever I wanted to do to you.”

I stared at him. And stared at him again. Fucking fuck… Azriel wanted to hunt me? To do things that most certainly shouldn’t have me writhing against him. He was already hard just talking about doing it. And I definitely shouldn’t have found it so hot. 

He was right, it was a little sick and fucked up, but it was such a thrilling idea. 

Azriel had this presence about him. Everyone he passed on the street was afraid of him. He drank it in. He loved when people were afraid of him. Well, everyone except me. He couldn’t stand the sight of seeing me scared, or at least I thought. 

Images flashed in my mind: of running through the woods, unable to escape him as he chased me. Hunger written all over his face. Azriel effortlessly overpowering me. Forcing me to his hands…

“Oh, I see,” he startled me out of my daydream. Shit, I must’ve sent those images down the bond. “My little dove enjoys that thought, doesn’t she?”

“I don’t dislike it, if that’s what you mean,” I rasped, looking at him through half-hooded eyes. 

“You want me to hunt you, don’t you?”

I shouldn’t nod. I really fucking shouldn’t. But he already had me under his spell, and I could not say no. The idea was so tempting, so profound and beyond anything we’ve ever done that I couldn’t think of anything more exhilarating. It would be terrifying, he would be terrifying, but there would be this primal fear coursing through me… secretly wanting all of it. 

“Say it.”

“I want it, Az.”

“Want what?” He grabbed my chin, forcing my lips apart. “You have to say it, dove.”

My chest rose and fell quickly, already feeling that power of his in my blood. Through the bond. “I want you to hunt me. To capture me.”

Azriel's eyes physically changed colors in that moment. They went dark. Very dark. He bared his teeth, nostrils flaring as he moved his hand to my throat. “I am going to vanish and you are not going to be able to see me coming. I am going to hunt you like the pretty little dove that you are and there isn’t anything you can do to stop it. You can run, you can pray to whatever you believe in, but no one will be around to save you when I come for you.”

I nodded, eyes fixed on his lips. “How- how should I prepare?” Azriel let out a dark laugh, pulling me right to his face. “Oh, my pretty little dove, you won’t be able to. It’ll be so unpredictable that you won’t know what's happening. I’ll even make the bond go dark. There will be nothing loving about what I am going to do to you.”

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My hand had already found its way between my thighs on the first night. Thoughts wild with what's to come. Of course I know it’s just Azriel, but I know that it’s not going to feel like Azriel. To look or sound like him. He was going to hunt. Me. And I was going to let him.

[zaiisaii]

How did samuel goo and gun's first time taking from their back go?

⌯ SAMUEL !

he had thoughts before it happened. sometimes he'd let the water hit the floor as he sits in that very shower.

he's finger deep inside himself, exploring these new places with his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent noises from slipping out.

i bet he'd fantasize about someone taking him from behind. doesn't matter if you were a stranger or if he knew you, he just wants to know the feeling of someone being balls deep inside him.

and when it did happen, he was left speechless.

“you’re so loose...” you praised him. he knits his eyebrows together and pushes back against your fingers. “do you like this?”

samuel grunts, “wouldn't be here if i don’t.”

his fingers are gripping your forearms, his legs wrapped tightly against your hips. this man wouldn't let you go.

he clung to you like a koala. it's cute.

when you slipped inside, with ease might I add, samuel held you tight, head resting against your shoulder. not a single peep left him, you wondered if he felt good.

soon enough, samuel had managed to push you down, riding you himself.

holy shit, holy shit!

it feels so good.

samuel isn't exactly the most confident but he just knows he has the best riding game in the whole city thanks to you.

⌯ GUN ft. goo !

gun... never would've thought he'd be in this position. as far as he recalls, the women he's slept with usually had him take charge. he has no experience of ever being the one with no complete control but he absolutely loves it.

“did i take your virginity here?”

gun would not admit it. he told you he had experience, it was just a little white lie. it happens when he gets nervous.

that is also something he didn't want to admit to.

he felt intimidated when he saw the size of you. (be it a strap or the real thing.)

“you sure it'll fit?”

you snicker, “it should.”

he deadpans. not even you knew. you prop him on a pillow, ass up and face down. he froze when the tip presses against his hole.

“i've played with you quite a lot.”

i think he'd be very tight, so you will have to train his body; you'd start with the easiest — your lubed-covered finger, then two. when he finally took three, his abs flexed and he tries his hardest to not curl into a ball.

later on, after weeks of abusing his asshole, you managed to place a buttplug inside him.

he'd walk, sit, and even fight with it in him. he wouldn't make a single noise or protest when the plug pokes at his prostate. he'd sit there and take it like a man.

when it finally came to the moment, he may have seemed confident to you but inside he was nervous.

the second you slid him, the air was knocked out of his lungs, he inhaled sharply, trying to stay calm.

i think he likes how intense it feels.

the burn, the stretching. he loves it all.

so, the summarize gun's first time taking it from behind in one word... intimidated. anyone would be.

but him being intimidated is what made him love it.

he's always smiling through the pleasure.

i also love the idea of you often having goo holding his arms down as he (goo) watches you please his friend.

sometimes he whines, paying close attention to the way you disappear inside him and the outline of your cock appears in gun's stomach.

goo stomps his feet like a child throwing a fit. "i can take it better than him!"

goo doesn't have to look into gun's eyes to know he was glaring, he felt the killing intent radiating off him.

"s-shush."

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The Stallichtjes [Dutch/Flemish folktales]

A Will-o’-the-wisp, also called ignis fatuus is a floating light that appears at night, usually over a swamp or bogland. There is a perfectly rational scientific explanation – if I recall correctly, it’s related to the oxidation of methane gases and other gases – but they play a significant role in folktales of several countries, each of which provides their own explanation for the mysterious floating lights.

One of them is the stallicht (‘barn light’), also called stalkaars (‘barn candle’) or dwaallicht (‘wanderlight’), supernatural beings from Dutch and Flemish folktales. These burning lights were the souls of children who died unbaptized. There are several tales of people who baptize them by making a cross sign, upon which they disappear, presumably to pass on to the afterlife. One story from Antwerpen tells of a woman who encountered a single stallicht floating around. After her initial surprise, she understood what was going on and said “I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit”. The light disappeared but suddenly, hundreds upon hundreds of stallichtjes appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. They had seen how the woman successfully baptized their companion and also wanted the chance to get to Heaven. The woman spent the whole night baptizing the lost souls, well into the following morning, and when the last spirit was finally gone, she dropped dead on the spot.

Stallichtjes also play a large role in a myth from Kortenaken (Belgium). As the story goes, there lived a wicked countess in the village of Hoeleden, who absolutely despised any form of religion. She was an exceptionally cruel woman and every time one of her servants had a child, she would drown the baby to prevent the parents from baptizing it (as baptizing was a form of religion and she couldn’t stand the thought of that happening on her lands). (Note that, at least as far as I can find, there is no historical record of such a countess. Unless I am mistaken, this story is purely fiction.)

Her rule was ruthlessly brought to an end, however, as her body was found in the bushes one morning. It was mangled and the heart was torn out, so people assumed it was the work of devils. The body was buried and since then, wailing could be heard in the area at night, accompanied by small floating stallichtjes, which we can assume to be the spirits of the drowned infants.

One night, a man called Waar van Pius happened to pass through the area. Though he was drunk, his heart was in the right place. Most men avoided the area at night because they were scared of the spirits and the ghostly wailing, but Waar was far too drunk to be afraid. When he heard the wailing, coming from underneath the bridge and accompanied by floating lights as usual, he yelled “what do you want, you hellish hooligans!” and a disembodied voice replied “baptism.” As such, the man put the tip of his whip in the stream and sprinkled water over the stallichtjes to baptize them. They disappeared, finally able to pass on to the afterlife, but suddenly a floating, bleeding heart appeared, surrounded by stallichtjes. This was the heart of the countess. Waar van Pius had enough of this nonsense and resumed his path, and the bleeding heart fell into the stream.

Sources: Peeters, K. C., 1979, Vlaams Sagenboek, Davidsfonds, Leuven. https://www.volksverhalenbank.be/mzoeken/zoeken_Subset.php?Zoek=Verteller&Term=9480 (image source: engraving from Josiah Wood Whymper, 1849)

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What Essential Oils can protect your Skin from Holi's Synthetic Colors

Introduction:

Holi, the festival of colors, brings joy, laughter, and a riot of vibrant hues. However, the synthetic colors commonly used during Holi can take a toll on your skin. In the pursuit of a safe and enjoyable celebration, turning to essential oils might just be the solution. These natural extracts not only offer a fragrant escape but also harbor potent protective properties for your skin.

Understanding the Harm of Synthetic Colors:

Synthetic colors used in Holi powders often contain harmful chemicals, heavy metals, and abrasive substances that can lead to skin irritations, allergies, and long-term damage. As we revel in the festivities, it becomes crucial to shield our skin from these potential hazards.

The Role of Essential Oils in Skin Protection:

Lavender Essential Oil:

Lavender oil is renowned for its soothing and anti-inflammatory properties. Applying a few drops of lavender oil on your skin before stepping out to play Holi can create a protective barrier. Its gentle nature makes it suitable for all skin types, offering relief from irritations caused by synthetic colors.

Tea Tree Essential Oil:

Tea tree oil is celebrated for its antibacterial and antifungal qualities. Mixing a few drops of tea tree oil with a carrier oil and applying it on exposed skin can help prevent infections caused by harmful bacteria present in synthetic colors.

Coconut Oil:

Coconut oil is a versatile essential oil known for its moisturizing and nourishing properties. Applying coconut oil to your skin before Holi forms a protective layer, making it difficult for synthetic colors to penetrate and adhere to the skin. Additionally, it aids in easy color removal during post-celebration cleanup.

Rosehip Oil:

Rich in antioxidants and essential fatty acids, rosehip oil is effective in promoting skin regeneration. Using rosehip oil before and after playing Holi can assist in healing any minor abrasions caused by the abrasive nature of synthetic colors.

Chamomile Essential Oil:

Chamomile oil possesses remarkable anti-inflammatory and calming attributes, making it a sought-with ingredient in the skincare products. Its gentle nature makes it particularly suitable for individuals with sensitive skin who seek soothing and nurturing solutions. When sourced from a trusted chamomile oil bulk supplier, this essential oil can work wonders for your skincare formulations. Applying of chamomile oil can help alleviate redness and irritation caused by synthetic colors.

Jojoba Oil:

Jojoba oil closely resembles the skin's natural oils, making it an excellent choice for skin protection. Applying jojoba oil before Holi can create a protective barrier and prevent synthetic colors from settling into the skin.

Tips for Application:

Patch Test:

Before applying any essential oil, it's advisable to perform a patch test to ensure you don't have an adverse reaction.

Dilution:

Essential oils are potent, and it's essential to dilute them with a carrier oil like coconut or jojoba oil before applying them directly to the skin.

Post-Holi Skincare:

After the celebrations, cleanse your skin gently using a mild, natural cleanser. Follow up with a nourishing moisturizer or aloe vera gel to soothe any residual irritation.

Conclusion:

As you gear up to immerse yourself in the kaleidoscope of colors during Holi, don't forget to prioritize your skin's health. Essential oils offer a natural and aromatic solution to shield your skin from the potential harm of synthetic colors. Embrace the festival with vibrant spirits and protected, radiant skin.

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Cell DTox Mega Antioxidant Cleanser: Unveiling the Secret to Radiant Skin

Skincare is an essential aspect of self-care, and in the bustling world we live in, taking care of our skin becomes paramount. The market is flooded with skincare products, each claiming to be the holy grail for flawless skin. In this article, we delve into the realm of skincare and explore the wonders of the "Cell DTox Mega Antioxidant Cleanser."

Understanding Free Radicals and Their Impact

Free radicals, the notorious troublemakers, wreak havoc on our skin by causing oxidative stress. This stress leads to premature aging, dull complexion, and a range of skin issues. Antioxidants, like superheroes, come to the rescue, neutralizing these free radicals and preventing further damage.

The Science Behind Cell DTox Mega Antioxidant Cleanser

What sets the Cell DTox Mega Antioxidant Cleanser apart is its scientifically crafted formula. Packed with a blend of potent antioxidants such as Vitamin C, E, and green tea extract, it offers a powerhouse of protection against environmental aggressors.

Benefits of Using Cell DTox Mega Antioxidant Cleanser

Embarking on a skincare journey with Cell DTox promises a plethora of benefits. From detoxifying the skin to reducing fine lines and wrinkles, this cleanser is a game-changer. It acts as a shield, safeguarding your skin against the harsh elements of the modern world.

How to Use Cell DTox Mega Antioxidant Cleanser

To unlock the full potential of Cell DTox, it's crucial to follow a simple yet effective skincare routine. This involves gentle application and massaging, allowing the antioxidants to penetrate and revitalize your skin. Regular use, combined with a healthy lifestyle, ensures optimal results.

Customer Testimonials

Real stories from users who have experienced the transformative effects of Cell DTox Mega Antioxidant Cleanser add a personal touch. Witnessing the before-and-after pictures and reading about improved skin texture creates a sense of trust and confidence in the product.

Expert Opinions

Dermatologists and skincare experts unanimously praise the efficacy of Cell DTox. Scientific studies back the claims, providing assurance to consumers seeking a reliable and effective skincare solution. The experts weigh in on the unique benefits and the groundbreaking science behind this cleanser.

Comparison with Other Cleansers

In a market saturated with options, it's crucial to understand what sets Cell DTox apart. A comparative analysis showcases its distinct features, emphasizing why it stands out among the competition. From ingredient quality to overall effectiveness, Cell DTox emerges as a frontrunner.

Tips for Healthy Skin Beyond Cleansing

While Cell DTox plays a vital role in skincare, maintaining healthy skin goes beyond cleansing. Adopting a holistic approach, including a balanced diet, hydration, and sun protection, enhances the overall health and appearance of your skin.

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Unforgettable Travel Moments Captured in Photos

In our digital age, where smartphones are a constant companion, capturing moments during our travels has become second nature. Every photo taken tells a story—a silent testimony to places explored, cultures encountered, and memories made. This article celebrates the power of photography in immortalizing travel experiences and offers tips on capturing those priceless, unforgettable moments.

1. The Golden Hour: Nature's Magic

One of the most sought-after moments for photographers is the golden hour—the time shortly after sunrise and just before sunset. The soft, diffused light paints landscapes in warm hues, creating enchanting silhouettes.

Tip: Scout your location in advance. Preparation ensures you're in the perfect spot when the magic unfolds.

2. Candid Smiles: The Soul of a Place

Beyond scenic vistas, it's often the people that make a place memorable. A spontaneous laugh, children playing in a street, or an elderly person lost in thought—all capture the essence of a location.

Tip: Always ask for permission before clicking candid shots. It respects privacy and often results in more genuine photos.

3. The Dance of Festivities: Cultural Spectacles

Festivals offer a vibrant glimpse into a region's traditions. Whether it's the color-soaked Holi in India or the dramatic masks of Venice Carnival, these events are a photographer's delight.

Tip: Research local festivals before traveling. Arrive early to secure a good vantage point.

4. Wildlife Encounters: Nature's Unscripted Moments

The thrill of spotting a lion on an African safari or watching whales breach in the Pacific is incomparable. These unscripted moments connect us deeply with nature.

Tip: Invest in a good zoom lens. It allows for detailed shots while maintaining a safe distance from wild animals.

5. Architectural Wonders: Time's Imprint

From the ancient ruins of Petra to the modern marvels of Dubai's skyline, architecture provides insights into eras gone by and visions of the future.

Tip: Use wide-angle lenses to capture expansive structures. Play with angles for unique perspectives.

6. Action Shots: Dynamics of Movement

Capture the thrill of a bustling market, the graceful arc of a diver, or the flight of a bird. Action shots breathe life into travel albums.

Tip: Use a faster shutter speed to freeze motion and ensure clarity.

7. Reflections and Symmetry: Nature's Mirrors

The reflection of the Taj Mahal in its surrounding waters or the Eiffel Tower mirrored in a puddle—such shots add depth and intrigue to travel photography.

Tip: For perfect reflections, shoot during calm weather conditions, especially when water bodies are still.

8. Local Flavours: Gastronomic Adventures

Documenting culinary experiences—from bustling street food stalls to gourmet dishes in upscale restaurants—adds flavor to your travel narrative.

Tip: Use natural lighting and focus on food textures and colors. Background elements like local pottery can add context.

9. Ethereal Nightscapes: Beauty of the Dark

City skylines, starry desert nights, or the ethereal Aurora Borealis—night photography captures moments that our eyes might miss.

Tip: Use a tripod for stability during long exposures. A remote shutter release can also prevent camera shakes.

10. Behind-the-Scenes: The Journey Itself

Often, the journey is as memorable as the destination. Capture behind-the-scenes moments—backpacking adventures, road trip pit stops, or serene moments in a train.

Tip: Embrace spontaneity. Not all shots need to be planned. Some of the best are impromptu.

Conclusion

Photography and travel are a match made in heaven, each enriching the other. While photos serve as tangible memories, it's essential to remember to sometimes put down the camera and immerse oneself in the moment. As renowned photographer Aaron Siskind once said, "Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything."

So, on your next travel adventure, while you aim to capture those unforgettable moments, also let the essence of the place capture your heart. After all, the best stories aren't just the ones we show but also those we carry within. Safe travels and happy clicking!

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Nude Lipstick: Timeless Elegance for Sophisticated Beauty

Discover the allure of nude lipstick.

Ladies, we all know that finding the perfect lipstick shade is like finding the holy grail of beauty products.

And when it comes to achieving a natural, effortless look, nude lipstick is your secret weapon.

Embrace Your Natural Beauty with Nude Lipstick

Nude lipstick can effortlessly enhance your natural beauty, whether you're going for a subtle everyday look or a glam night out. In this comprehensive guide, we'll spill the tea on everything you need about nude lipstick and how to rock this timeless trend like a pro.

The Magic of Nude Lipstick

Nude lipstick is the ultimate go-to shade that beautifully complements any skin tone. Its subtle and understated hue effortlessly enhances your natural lip color, giving you a fresh and radiant look. Nude shades range from soft peachy tones to warm caramel hues, allowing you to find the perfect match for your complexion.

Choosing the Right Nude Shade

Selecting the perfect nude lipstick is all about finding the shade that flatters your skin tone and enhances your unique features. Here are some tips to help you choose the right nude shade for you:

Know Your Undertone: Determine whether you have warm, cool, or neutral undertones. If you have warm undertones, opt for nude lipsticks with peachy or golden hues. If you have cool undertones, choose shades with pink or mauve undertones. Neutral undertones can rock a wide range of nude shades.

Experiment with Different Shades: Be bold and try different shades to find the one that makes you feel confident and beautiful. Remember, everyone's perfect nude shade is different, so play around and have fun with it!

Consider Your Lip Pigmentation: If you have naturally pigmented lips, use slightly deeper nude shades to achieve the desired effect. On the other hand, if your lips are less pigmented, opt for lighter nude shades that provide a soft and natural look.

Achieving the Perfect Nude Lip Look

There's something genuinely magical about achieving the perfect nude lip look. That effortless yet captivating style enhances your natural beauty and leaves you feeling confident and radiant. But before you can accomplish that picture-perfect pout, it's essential to prep your lips for the best application possible. Your lips deserve a little TLC, and with the proper prep, your nude lipstick will glide on smoothly and flawlessly.

Prepping Your Lips for Nude Lipstick

Before applying any lipstick, it's essential to prep your lips to ensure a smooth and flawless application. Follow these simple steps:

Exfoliate: Gently exfoliate your lips with a lip scrub or a soft toothbrush to remove dead skin cells. This will create a smooth canvas.

Hydrate: Moisturize your lips with a lip balm to keep them hydrated and plump. Allow the lip balm to absorb for a few minutes before applying your lipstick.

Prime: For long-lasting wear, consider using a lip primer or a light layer of foundation on your lips. This will help the nude lipstick adhere better and prevent feathering.

Applying Nude Lipstick like a Pro

Now that your lips are prepped and ready, it's time to apply your lipstick for a flawless finish. Follow these steps to achieve a picture-perfect pout:

Outline Your Lips: Start by outlining your lips with a nude lip liner that matches your lipstick shade. This will define your lip shape and prevent your lipstick from bleeding.

Fill In: Gently fill in your lips with your chosen product, staying within the lip liner. Start from the center and work your way towards the corners, ensuring an even application.

Blot and Set: Blot your lips with a tissue to remove any excess product after applying the first layer. Apply a second layer of lipstick for added intensity and longevity. For a matte finish, lightly dust some translucent powder over your lips.

Nude Lipstick Tips and Tricks

Now that you've mastered applying nude lipstick, let's delve into some tips and tricks to elevate your nude lip look to the next level. With a few simple techniques, you can amp up the impact of your bare lips and create a stunning focal point for your overall makeup.

Amp Up Your Nude Lip Look

Want to take your nude lipstick game to the next level? Here are some tips and tricks to make your lips pop:

Gloss-It Up Apply a clear lip gloss or a shimmery nude gloss on top of your lipstick for a luscious and glamorous finish.

Ombre Effect: Create an ombre effect by applying a slightly darker nude shade to the center of your lips and blending it outward with a lighter shade.

Highlight Your Cupid's Bow: Apply a touch of highlighter to your cupid's bow (the center of your upper lip) to accentuate the shape and add dimension to your nude lips.

Nude Lipstick for Every Occasion

Nude lipstick is incredibly versatile and can be worn for any occasion. Here are some suggestions on how to rock it for different events:

Everyday Chic: Opt for a sheer nude lipstick or tinted lip balm for a natural, effortless, simple look.

Office-Ready: Choose a matte or satin finish nude lipstick in a muted shade for a polished and professional appearance.

Glam Night Out: Amp your bare lips with a bold smoky eye or a dramatic winged liner. Pair it with a slightly deeper nude shade to create a stunning evening look.

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Remember, ladies, nude lipstick is about embracing your natural beauty and feeling confident in your skin. So go ahead, pucker up, and let your nude lips steal the show!

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Holi 2023: Tips to Keep Your Smartphone Dry and Safe

Tips to Keep Your Smartphone Dry: Holi, the celebration of colours, is almost approaching. While playing Holi, be mindful to protect your phone and other technology. Keep in mind that under no guarantee does any company cover water damage. These easy methods will enable you to save your phone in the event that it inadvertently falls into water or becomes wet.

Switch off the phone

Priorities come first. Turn off your phone right away. Even if it appears to be operating OK, keep doing this. Keep in mind that keeping it on could create a short-circuit. Moreover, if it’s off, avoid trying to turn on your phone and/or launch apps to check if everything is in order.

Remove the protective case or cover.

Remove the cover or protective case it is in right away. By doing this, you may prevent any water from the cover or case from getting inside the phone. Due to the cover’s potential to damage or further trap water within.

Use a cloth or paper towel to dry your phone.

Get some cloth or paper towels quickly and gently wipe your phone dry with them. Do not rub the phone, as this could cause liquid to get into the more sensitive parts of the phone. Make sure that when you do the quick wipe, no water gets into the charging port or the SIM or MicroSD slots by accident. Apple support says that to dry your iPhone, gently tap it against your hand with the Lightning connector facing down to get rid of any extra water.

Don’t put the phone on charge

Don’t charge the phone until you’re sure it’s totally dry. If you charge a device that still has liquid inside or in the ports, it can cause more damage. Apple says that you should wait at least 5 hours before you charge or connect a Lightning accessory.

Don’t try to dry your phone by shaking it.

Shaking or moving the phone too much to dry it is also a big no. As this could cause water to get into the phone. Do not use any outside heat source to dry your phone.

Don’t dry your phone with a hair dryer.

Don’t mess up and try to dry your phone with a hair dryer. The delicate electronics inside can be damaged by heat.

Put your phone in a bowl or bag of rice that hasn’t been cooked.

You can put your phone in a bowl or bag of uncooked rice. Rice can help because it soaks up water. Leave your phone in the bowl or bag for 24–48 hours. Before putting the phone in the rice, you can wrap it loosely in a paper towel. This will make sure that the rice doesn’t bring dust or other things into the phone.

Use silica gel packets to protect your phone.

Rice might help, but silica gel packets work better. They have been shown to work better and absorb water more quickly. These are the instructions that come with new things like shoes. Leave your phone in a container with silica gel packets and a lid that keeps air out. They also make less of a mess than rice does.

Before at least 24–48 hours, don’t use your phone.

Only after 2–4 days should you put your phone back together and turn it on. Make sure your phone is clean and looks dry before you turn it on. If the steps above don’t work, you should get help from a professional. Don’t try to open the phone and make it work yourself.

Read More: Holi 2023 Tips to Keep Your Smart Phone.

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James had expected to be tossed on the bed, to be thrown and then ravaged, not to be laid gently. This brute of a man was clearly a romantic, he's proven that much with his lyrics and even now with how he cares for James despite how rough and desperate they've been acting with one another. He was taking his time with him, he didn't just want to fuck and be done. No. He wanted to touch him, taste him, be with him, and it was both scaring and exciting James. Because he wanted the same in return. Hell, he wanted both things. To be ravaged and fucked and to be touched and cherished.

"And you're still fucking infuriating." He responds with a half-smirk, appreciating his compliments and praise - and fucking loving them - but jesus fucking christ he was becoming impatient. His cock was painfully hard inside of his pants and he could feel himself seeping through, he needed them off within the next few seconds, but this man was determined to take his time. It was both infuriating and hot, but because of how long it had been since he'd last been with anyone, he didn't think he'd be able to last that long. As incredibly embarrassing as that was. And there was no fucking way he was going to admit that out loud. He may be... rusty, but he wasn't inexperienced. No. He knew how to fuck. He knew how to play, how to pleasure, it had just been a long while. An especially long time since he felt this way about anyone, and the first for a man he met mere hours ago.

The man pulls back, leaving a panting James laying on the bed, his body completely flushed, and his eyes dark and dilated with lust and need. He watches as Charles strips the remaining clothes off of his body, first his socks and shoes and then, finally, his pants. His eyes visibly widen at the sight of him. "Oh, fuck..." He hadn't meant to say that out loud, but the words fell from his agape mouth at the size of his cock. He clenches at the sight, at the thought of having that inside of him, and he feels far more fucking nervous now. Yet, admittedly, ten times more aroused because holy fuck. "What the fuck, Charles. How." He can't believe he really asked that out loud, but goddamn, he was fucking huge. Out of all the people he's been with - which weren't many - Charles would by far be the biggest. Fucking fuck, this was going to hurt. But it was going to hurt wonderfully, he was sure. He hoped.

"And you've got a fucking monster of a cock." He responds in - somewhat - kind when he calls him beautiful after stripping him, still stuck on the size of his cock that was looking right at him. Pointing in the direction of what it wanted most and James, in return, wanted the same fucking thing. His own cock was decently sized. Not as big as Charles's, but good enough. Beautiful when erect, the large, visibly, vein throbbing from the tip of his cock down to the base. He grunts when Charles's long hand presses down against his abdomen and the curses when his thick fingers tease the head of his cock, gathering the pre-cum there and smearing it all other, letting out a beautiful little whine from the redhead's lips. His hands fist the sheets, hips attempting to grind upwards into his touch, craving more of it, but the pressure on his abdomen prevents him from moving too much. "You're certainly tall enough for this ride." He jokes back, instantly realizing how fucking stupid that sounded and he laughs from embarrassment. But the laughter makes his heart flutter because it feels so much more... intimate. To laugh during sex, to smile... he hadn't done that since--

His train of thought is, thankfully, interrupted when Charles's lips are on his skin again, this time on his abdomen kissing his way up to his chest. He arches against him, fingers in his hair once more, grabbing and tugging as he moans loudly, his cock grinding against the man's chest. Then he's biting down again and James nearly chokes on his gasp, because this one is harder than he last and it feels so fucking good. He arches into him again, his every reaction showing just how much he enjoyed it and this bite, he knows, will have a longer lasting mark than the other. But fuck, he needs him. He needs him desperately and perhaps next time, they could take more time to do other things... if there was going to be a next time. In this moment, full of pleasure and euphoria, James hoped so, but after, when the glow wore off... he didn't know.

His cock continuously grinding against Charles's abdomen wasn't helping to keep him away from the edge and everything this man was doing was just pushing him closer, but he didn't want it to happen. Not like this. He wanted this asshole inside of him, but how the fuck could he ask for that without seeming too desperate? He didn't want Charles to be disappointed and that was his fear, but fuck, it would be worse if he came undone just from behind touched and kissed like this. "Need you to fuck me, Charles." He suddenly blurts out loud, one hand moving down his back, nails pressed into his skin. "Need to feel your monstrous fucking cock inside of me. Fuck... you're a fucking asshole," He moans as he grabs hold of his hair and tugs his face back, gazing into his eyes. "Fuck me." And then he's kissing him again, moaning hard into his mouth.

Fuck, he loved redheads. As fiery and feisty as they could be in an argument, they were equally if not more so in bed and James was proving that to Charles. His moaning and squirming, tightening legs? It was driving him crazy. And the way he reacted to the titty bite? That made even Charles a tad dizzy with lust. So his new boy liked that a lot it seemed. His next bite would be harder.

The whining was making his cock twitch. He needed out of these pants. He just needed his copper-headed king, and thankfully he pretty much ordered Charles to take him to the bed. Oh he likes that. So once again, he shows off his strength, easily walking Flint across the room, his tongue curled and grinding around his in his mouth the entire time. He didn’t drop him down either. Again he showed absolute control as he slowly laid him down on the bed. That was when he broke their kiss, just staring down at him with little space between, panting. The man had stolen his breath. “ You are a fireball in every sense of the word.. “ He punctuated that compliment, once more running his tongue up his lips.

Uncurling his arms, he moved to stand. His shirt was already gone, so he quickly removed his boots, kicking them aside. Socks came too, and tight leather was pulled down, that girthy and ridiculously lengthy member popping free, bouncing back into his chest as it stood rock hard. He wanted to be deep in him but he had no idea about if the man was sexually active or not. If not, he knew he’d be suffering some pain. Briefly he stood at the edge before pulling each of his lover’s shoes off. Belt was undone and he yanked those trousers down past his ass, and off each leg. But he left the tattered shirt, eyeballing him with hunger.

“ God damn. “ He shook his head. “ You’re fucking beautiful.. “ He let his fingers dance up a leg. “ Alabaster skin.. too many freckles to count.. but if you let me, I’ll take all the time in the world to praise each and every one. “ He wanted to kiss him all over, but gods he wanted that tongue in his mouth again. He flattened his hand over his abdomen, eyeing that bulbous and leaking cock. Fingers once more lightly traveled, fingertips now rubbing circles of pre-cum that had seeped out at the tip. “ This must be fun to ride.. “ He cooed with longing. Charles was extremely good at foreplay. That much was certain.

“But know you’re right? “ Charles purred lowly, finally putting his hands on him again and planting teasing, suckling kisses up his abdomen until he reached those magnificent tits. “ You need a matching set. “ A grin could faintly be seen as his mouth lowered down to sink his teeth into that fatty neglected breast, this time biting even harder and testing the waters. If he hadn’t liked it he wouldn’t have asked for another. He would dote on this wild one all he wanted tonight.

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Precautions to Take for Days After Holi

Holi might be over, but your eye care isn’t: Tips to follow after the Holiday Since the number of cases of eye damage, infections, allergies and redness has increased, it is crucial to take precautions to prevent such problems after Holi. During the festive season of Holi, people of all ages enjoy playing with various colors, sprays, and accessories with their friends and family. However, these…

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Expert Tips for Skin and Hair Care During Holi 2023

Holi is a vibrant festival celebrated with great enthusiasm all across India. It is the festival of colors and joy, where people forget their worries and enjoy the moment with their loved ones. However, with all the fun and festivities, skin and hair damage are common problems that many people face during this time. Synthetic colors used during Holi contain chemicals that can damage your skin and hair, causing problems like dryness, irritation, and breakouts. To keep your skin and hair healthy and glowing during Holi, follow these expert tips for skin and hair care.

1. Pre-Holi Skincare Routine

Preparing your skin for Holi is crucial to keep it healthy and glowing during the festivities. Here are some skincare tips that you can follow in the days leading up to Holi:

a. Exfoliate your skin: Exfoliating your skin before Holi will remove dead skin cells and impurities, making it easier for you to get rid of the color. Use a gentle scrub to exfoliate your skin, focusing on areas like your face, neck, and arms.

b. Hydrate your skin: Keeping your skin hydrated is essential to prevent damage from harsh colors. Drink plenty of water and use a good moisturizer to keep your skin soft and supple. Jivisa body milk moisturizer with jatamansi, bitter orange, and cinnamon is an excellent option that boosts collagen and provides natural hydration to your skin.

c. Protect your lips and nails: Apply a moisturizing lip balm and nail polish to protect your lips and nails from the colors.

2. Hair Care Tips for Holi

a. Oil your hair: Applying oil to your hair before playing Holi will protect it from the harsh colors and chemicals. Use a nourishing hair oil like Urbaano Herbal Turmeric Essential Oil, which helps lighten skin and fade away blemishes, treat sunburn, keep dandruff at bay, and soothe an irritated scalp.

b. Tie your hair: Tying your hair in a braid or a bun will prevent it from getting tangled in the colors.

c. Use a clarifying shampoo: Use a clarifying shampoo after playing Holi to remove the color from your hair. DHI Biotin Enriched Shampoo and Conditioner is an excellent option that moisturizes and nourishes your hair while preventing dullness and hair thinning.

3. Post-Holi Skincare Routine

After playing Holi, it is essential to take care of your skin to prevent damage and restore its natural glow. Here are some skincare tips that you can follow:

a. Use a gentle face and body wash: Use a gentle face and body wash to remove the color from your skin. Sabezy.com offers a popular selection of face and body washes from top brands like Aloe Vera Face Wash and Mayonnaise's Orange Body Wash.

b. Moisturize your skin: After washing your face and body, apply a good moisturizer to your skin. Jivisa body milk moisturizer is an excellent option that provides natural hydration to your skin, making it soft and supple.

c. Apply a face mask: Applying a face mask after Holi can help soothe your skin and restore its natural glow. Use a hydrating face mask like Mamaearth Ubtan Face Mask or Multani Mitti Face Pack to nourish your skin.

4. Additional Tips for Skin and Hair Care During Holi

Apart from the product recommendations mentioned above, there are some additional tips that can help you take better care of your skin and hair during Holi. Here are a few:

a. Cover up

One of the simplest ways to protect your skin and hair from Holi colours is to cover them up. Wear long-sleeved shirts, pants, and a scarf or hat to cover your hair. You can also apply petroleum jelly or a thick layer of coconut oil to your skin and hair to create a protective barrier against colours.

b. Avoid direct sunlight

Exposure to direct sunlight can make the colours even more stubborn and difficult to remove. Try to avoid playing Holi during peak hours of sunlight, and stay in the shade as much as possible.

c. Don't use hot water

Using hot water to remove Holi colours can strip your skin and hair of natural oils and make them even more dry and damaged. Use cool or lukewarm water instead, and be gentle when scrubbing your skin or hair.

d. Use natural colours

If possible, opt for natural colours made from flowers and herbs instead of synthetic colours. Natural colours are less harmful to your skin and hair and can be easily removed with water.

In conclusion, Holi is a festival of colors, joy, and togetherness. However, it's important to take care of your skin and hair during this festival to avoid any damage caused by the harsh chemicals present in the colors. By following the tips mentioned above, you can ensure that your skin and hair stay healthy and damage-free throughout the festivities.

Remember to moisturize your skin and hair, oil them well, and use gentle face and body washes to remove colors. Also, use clarifying shampoos and conditioners to nourish your hair and protect your nails and lips with nail polish and lip balms. Additionally, drinking lots of water will help keep your body hydrated and healthy.

It is equally important to use safe and natural products for your skin and hair during Holi. Sabezy.com offers a variety of natural and organic products that can help you take care of your skin and hair during Holi. From Jivisa body milk moisturizer to Urbaano Herbal Turmeric Essential Oil and Mamaearth Onion Shampoo and Conditioner, we have everything you need to ensure your skin and hair stay healthy and radiant.

So, follow these tips and use natural and organic products to enjoy Holi without worrying about skin and hair damage. Visit Sabezy.com to check out our range of products and enjoy a happy and colorful Holi! Happy Holi!

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Post Holi Skin Care Tips: Time to Bring Your Skin At Preliminary

Whether you’re about to have or have already had a fantastic time celebrating the festival of colors with your loved ones, you must not forget about skin care during Holi. As you wash off the vibrant hues and say goodbye to the festivities, you might be left with unwanted effects on your skin.

Holi colors, especially synthetic ones, can be harsh and cause skin irritation, dryness, and breakouts. According to dermatologists, Holi colors can contain harmful chemicals like lead, mercury, and nickel that can cause skin allergies and rashes and even lead to skin cancer if exposed for a long time. Therefore, taking care of your skin post-Holi is essential to prevent damage and keep it healthy and radiant.

But don’t let that dampen your holiday spirit! We’ve got you covered with post-Holi skincare tips to help you restore your skin’s health and glow. In this blog, we’ll share some effective and easy-to-follow skincare tips that will leave your skin looking and feeling its best. So, grab a glass of water and read on to learn more!

Top 6 Post-Holi Skincare Tips

Skincare during Holi is essential as the festival can cause damage to your skin. Here are some Holi skin care tips to help you keep your skin healthy and glowing post-Holi.

1. Stay Hydrated

Drinking plenty of water is the most important Holi skin care tip. It helps to flush out the toxins from your body and keeps your skin hydrated.

2. Remove Colors Gently

Use a gentle cleanser to remove colors from your skin. Avoid using hot water or scrubbing too hard, as it can damage your skin.

3. Moisturize

After you have removed the colors, make sure to moisturize your skin well. Use a good quality moisturizer that suits your skin type.

4. Avoid Makeup

It is best to avoid wearing makeup for a few days post-Holi. This will allow your skin to breathe and recover from any damage caused by the colors.

5. Use Natural Remedies

Applying natural remedies like yogurt, honey, and aloe vera on your skin can help soothe and heal any damage caused by the colors.

6. Consult a dermatologist

If you experience any severe allergic reactions or skin irritations post-Holi, it is best to consult a dermatologist for proper treatment.

What is a Body Yogurt?

Now that you realize what you need to do in order to protect your skin post-holi, it is time for you to pick what you need to use for it to work effectively. This is when it’s time for you to try out body yogurt by Natural Splash.

The Natural Splash Body Yogurt is a creamy, luxurious moisturizer that’s perfect for people who want something light and refreshing. It’s made with natural ingredients such as yogurt and fruit extracts, which work together to hydrate and nourish your skin. One of the best things about this body yogurt is its texture. It’s not too thick or heavy, so it absorbs quickly into your skin without leaving behind any residue. It is your perfect after Holi Skin Care partner that will make your skin soothing again.

What are the ingredients used in the Body Yogurt?

As mentioned above, The Natural Splash Body Yogurt is prepared with naturally extracted ingredients. The ingredients used are as follows:

Hyaluronic acid

Aristoflex

Coco Caprylate

Water

Vitamin E

Almond oil

Grapeseed oil

Almond oil

How will Body Yogurt help your skin post-Holi?

Are you excited to enjoy India’s most beloved, joyful, and colorful festivals? Are you also worried about the after-effects of this fun on your skin? Then this is where body yogurt comes in!

The Natural Splash Body Yogurt is a rich and nourishing moisturizer that is specially designed to hydrate and soothe your skin after a long day of playing with colors. This product has three variants: Aloe Vera and Cucumber, Strawberry, and Avocado. Each variant has its unique blend of natural ingredients that work together to give you soft, supple, and healthy-looking skin. It can help your skin in the following ways:

1. Aloe Vera and Cucumber

Aloe vera and cucumber are known for their hydrating and soothing properties, making them a great choice for post-Holi skincare. Aloe vera helps to calm irritated skin and reduce inflammation, while cucumber provides a moisturizing effect that helps to soothe and refresh the skin.

2. Strawberry

Strawberries are packed with antioxidants that help to protect the skin from free radical damage. They also contain natural alpha-hydroxy acids (AHAs), which help to exfoliate the skin and promote cell turnover for a brighter, smoother complexion.

3. Avocado

Avocado is a superfood that is loaded with healthy fats and vitamins that are great for the skin. Avocado oil helps to nourish and hydrate the skin, leaving it feeling soft, supple, and glowing. It also protects against all the sun damage from playing Holi during the day.

4. Grapeseed Oil

Grapeseed oil is a lightweight oil rich in antioxidants, including vitamin E, making it a popular ingredient in skincare products. It also has anti-inflammatory properties, which will soothe all the skin irritation caused by harmful colors.

Play Holi Worry Freely With Natural Splash Body Yogurt

If you have successfully made it through the colorful Holi festivities, don’t stop there. Before you call it a day, don’t forget to care for your skin! Playing with harsh colors can damage your skin, leaving it dull and lifeless. That’s why you must follow these simple post Holi skincare tips to restore your skin’s natural radiance.

But wait, there’s more! If you’re looking for an all-natural solution to rejuvenate your skin, you must try Natural Splash Body Yogurt. This incredible product is packed with a rich blend of natural ingredients like aloe vera, cucumber, and strawberry that work together to hydrate, nourish, and restore your skin’s glow making it the best after holi skin care product.

So why wait? Give your skin the care it deserves, and try Natural Splash Body Yogurt today! With its refreshing and rejuvenating properties, your skin will thank you for it!

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How To Prevent Hair Damage Through Pre and Post-Holi Haircare?

After all the haircare and taming of the tresses, Holi is that time of the year when the hair deserves extra. The color of the festival not only is about splashing colors loaded with chemicals but witness a seasonal transition. The onset of the spring after the wintry chill demands treating the hair with products that hold onto the volume locks moisture and nourishes the scalp.

Don’t let the fear of Holi colors and water splashes stop you from enjoying the festival. With Holi approaching, it is time to start preparing for the color assault on hair before time. Harsh chemicals in the colored powder dyes during Holi tend to damage hair and strip off the natural moisture. This blog is all you need to know how to take care of your hair before and after Holi.

All About Pre-Holi Hair Care Tips 

Prevention is better than cure and rightly said when it comes to preventing hair damage during Holi. Before stepping out to play Holi and before the festivities begin, it is crucial to start prepping your hair for minimizing damage.

Use a nourishing hair oil

Before you step out to play with the colors, make sure to be well-prepped. Oil your hair perfectly to prevent dryness. As your hair will be subjected to Gulal, water, and sun, the oil acts as a protective layer for your hair and scalp ensuring easy washing of the colors. You can use a normal oil like coconut oil or almond oil.

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