#and I get to claim he's my bf if I want an extra layer of security for not being approached or sth

[dear-nyu]

I remember back when I thought "more than just friends" wasn't about lifting romantic relationships above platonic, it was just stating the obvious of. "Dating=friends+in love", aka "friends+sth else" aka "more than just friends". Because. Every relationship is fundamentally built on liking the other person as a friend,,, and if you like them as a friend and sth else then you date, right?? Right???

....nope, turns out some date people they hate, and this phrase is commonly used to put down platonic relationships in our amatonormative hellscape. Which is such a shame!! It would be such a simple phrase to describe complexities of relationships! "No, we're not really just friends [in the traditional sense], we're more than friends." Some are my family, some are blurring line between traditionally romantic and platonic, some are rivals, some nemeses,,,

And then there are some cases that are just friends. Like my lavender marriage friend who is purely platonic in the most simple possible way. No he is not my boyfriend. He's too gay for that. Stop asking us that. We're literally just friends. All platonic no complications.

[milkybonya]

☆ treasure Asahi~Junghwan as boyfriends ☆

requested by the lovely @achiresyou 

#: fluff, gender neutral reader

find Hyunsuk~Jaehyuk [here]

[💌: stop i miss treasure soooooo bad,,, especially Mashidam,, i was watching ot12 videos and compilations last night and it made my heart hurt T_T also these headcannons are so short... i could go on forever about the boys ah i had to force myself to stop writing but one day i wanna write longer and detailed ones for each member >_<]

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🤖 Asahi 🤖

like Junkyu, you'll have a lot of dates spent at home doing things you like at home like playing video games or watching movies/shows. and you get private access to producer!Asahi :] he always stays quiet when you walk in to check on how his song-making is going, but inside he's really happy to see you !

gets all stiff when you give him a hug but really he is m e l t i n g inside <3 sometimes, he'll randomly kiss you out of the blue and then act like nothing happened.

ever since he met you, most of the photos he takes with his film camera are of you ☆_☆ he is truly and utterly in love ! shows them to you after he gets them developed and points out how beautiful you are, even if you don't agree.

loves to cuddle with you and finds himself wrapping all his limbs around you even in his sleep >_<

🦊 Yedam 🦊

i miss him so much x2 oh my god he's a literal classic textbook boyfriend.. the type who shows up to your house at 4am so he can take you out for a walk on a street with pretty streetlights ☆ doesn't even care, does so much couple stuff in public (only if you're comfortable!) like holding your hand or placing his arm around your waist/shoulder, feeding you bites of the dessert you're sharing, wiping food off your face with his thumb, offering you his jacket....

loves when you touch his hair, run your fingers through it, or pat his head... it makes him so weak he'll do anything you say while you do that to him <33 also loves running his fingers through his own hair to get your attention because he knows how good he looks while doing it ;)

loves? biting/kissing your shoulder? even just playfully/lovingly/affectionately???? and is always whispering sweet nothings to you all the time.. when you wake up,, before you sleep,, like "y/n you're so precious" aHH i love him.

🐰 Doyoung 🐰

very classy but also chaotic bf??? super caring <33 brings you snacks when you're busy with something or even just watching a video, gives you his jacket when you're cold. he'll always be texting you reminders to bring an umbrella, telling you it's cold and to wear extra layers. he looks out for you so much ♡_♡

when he has his little weird moments and suddenly starts laughing (i love his laugh sm) for no reason, he'll expect you to play along,, pls play along with Dobby ! don't call him weird or he'll get sad </3

i imagine him loving eye contact with you? like just staring deeply into your eyes with a smile while both of you are cuddle or sat beside each other on the couch :>

he is your biggest hypeman and supporter.. always rooting for you and wanting you to succeed! ♡ will always be there for you when you have a hard time and will always remind you how amazing you are~

🦙 Haruto 🦙

my bias >_< tho he's yours as u read this <3 very bestie vibes boyfriend over super romantic? always being very playful and teasing you like pinching your cheeks before grabbing an item you can't reach (if you're shorter!), or winking and acting all full of himself when he wins a video game. his physical affection is super random and out of the blue, like quick pecks on your cheek whenever he feels like it, suddenly hugging you and he'll bury your head into his chest, reaching for your hand and claiming it's cause your hand looked 'lonely'...

seeing you in his clothes makes him smirk non-stop like it'll make his day.. he can't stop smiling!!! and omg will let you paint his nails if you want and will quietly watch over you eith heart eyes

whines 'okay mom/dad' when you tell him to drink more water instead of cola, but loves and appreciates that you look out for him <3 he'll be upset if you aren't hydrated too tho!

🐺 Jeongwoo 🐺

a self-conscious bean :( thrives when you hype him up and gets all giddy!! he melts when you hold his hand and rub little circles on the back to comfort him or just to show him affection <3

you'll get random vocal serenades from him all. the. time. he'll be walking around your house in his pyjamas, his shirt put on backwards because he was so sleepy when he changed last night, belting out the highest notes and then dedicating the love song he's singing to you... you're so lucky <3

he'll feel so comfy around you that he shows you all his sides--his sleepy, sad, and tired sides where he whines and buries his head in your neck, but also his super hyper, confident, and loud sides where he's bouncing around and telling you to feel how sharp his jawline is.

he'll always be telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you are, whether through text or straight to your lovely face <33

🐮 Junghwan 🐮

so many of your dates will involve food, especially if you're a foodie like him <33 he'll practically worship you if you cook for him, too >_< even if you're not a great cook, he'll always tell you your food is delicious!

loves being babied by you but also loves to protect you, to hold your hand and pull you into his chest. will whine and ask for kisses sometimes... if the members see him doing that he'll be so embarrassed >_<

purposely leaves him hoodies at your house for you to wear them hehe and then will act delightfully surprised when you show up in his clothes !

likes sending you recordings of his freestyle dances because he knows how flustered you get seeing him all sweaty and tired,, or sometimes he'll even invite you to watch him practice in person! and then he'll chase you around while sweaty for a hug hehe

[wavesmp3]

let’s make a trade: the sun for the stars; platonic jihoon x reader artist!jihoon, nude model!reader (so warning: mentions of nudity) wc. 2.1k

a/n: this fic is just a complete mess of a piece, absolutely no plot and was meant to be part text fic, just mainly a lot of random dialogue that came to me at 2 am tbh, also basically an ‘i’ll give you the sun’ fanfic because i love jandy nelson’s writing a/n 2: really read at your own risk, this isn’t even a fic this is like a half-baked outline at best

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Jihoon thinks there’s something profoundly odd with nude art. What’s the purpose of nude drawings and painting and sculptures anyways? He knows of course what he’s been told the purpose is, in fact the instructor is rattling on about the purpose of nude drawings right now. It’s to capture the emotion, the stress, the lines, and the contours that would normally be hidden behind layers and layers of polyester and cotton clothes. It’s to capture beauty; take the fascination humans have with each other and mark them down forever. It’s to showcase the skill of the artist. Of course, today, with the nude model in the center of the classroom, the exercise is meant to bring out the latter purpose. But jihoon thinks there’s something more to drawing someone nude. There’s a vulnerability in it. It’s a vulnerable place for you, the model to be in. Because it’s more than just being naked. It’s subjecting yourself to be picked apart, piece by piece. It’s letting yourself be seen by a million different lenses. It’s letting the artists convey the little things, like the way you sit, or the way your bones come together, or how you have that one vein in your neck and forehead that sticks out a little more than the others. It’s putting on display the birthmark in between your collarbone and shoulder, the tattoo under the curve of your hip and the other one on your wrist. Jihoon knows he’s supposed to draw you as you’re seen, work from the inside out, bone blood then skin. But then why is it that he takes his pencil and sketches your vulnerability. (Portrait: The Naked Model Wearing Vulnerability As Clothes). 

—

“Smoking kills,” Jihoon scowls exiting from the art building a little earlier than normal, “you know that right?” 

You squint up at him. Sitting on the doorstep of the classroom and taking an extra long drag. Just in spite. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, driving the cigarette straight to the earth's core, “I know.” You stomp your foot against the bud, and the entire world shakes a little when you do. You stand up and look at Jihoon. You look angry. You didn’t hold this emotion in between your brows before. Maybe it’s new. Or maybe you’re just good at hiding it. Jihoon isn’t good at that. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and in his knees.

You exhale, rolling your eyes. “Is class over then?” You ask pointing towards the closed double doors. 

He shakes his head. “No, I got kicked out.” 

“For what?” You chuckle, but it comes out like a scoff. 

Jihoon shrugs. “Not completing the assignment.” 

You suck in your bottom lip. “Let’s see it then.” He blinks at you. You nod towards the sketch book he has tucked under his arm. Jihoon mutters a silent ‘oh’ before opening the book and flipping to the page where he drew you. You take it from him wordlessly. 

He supposes he should be scared by this. But he isn’t. It feels more like returning a favor. Because now he’s the one in a vulnerable position. But you take a long time to look at the drawing. You take years to dissect each line and shading. You burn over every inch of paper until the entire book is bursting into flames in your hands. He lets you take your time. You look up at him, something indescribable in your eyes. Something like fear or awe or wonder. You look at him like you would running into an ex-friend. Jihoon feels more than just vulnerable now. He feels like you’ve ripped behind his skin straight to the muscle and bones. (Portrait: A Bundle Of Muscles In The Outline of Person). He feels naked. He wants to feel no more. 

“So—“ 

You shush him immediately. Accidentally silencing the entire world. And after another lifetime of you staring at the one page, the one singular drawing, you’re finally done. 

“It’s really good.” You breathe. Jihoon senses a but. “But it isn’t me.” 

He says it plainly. “It’s a version of you to me.” (Portrait: The Way You See Yourself Looking In A Mirror; The Way He Sees You Looking Out). “Don’t most models leave after the modeling?” 

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” You hand him back the sketchbook. “Well, see you around I guess.” You turn back towards the double doors of the art building. And right before you’re swallowed whole by the red brick and air conditioning, you lift up your hand in a silent goodbye without looking back. And you do it in an almost cocky manner as if you know he’s watching you go. In your defense, he is. 

—

The next time he sees you is in the same class later that week. Apparently, nude sketching is a week long lesson. Your pose is a little different this time. Hands covering certain parts, head turned away. Today, the instructor wants them to focus on conveying emotion through the body alone, no face. He does as he’s told. He draws you as you are, as others would see. He draws something that won’t get him kicked out of class. And on the next page, he draws you the way he wants. Something more abstract. Focusing on the strain in your neck and arch in your back. He highlights the insecurities you’ve dropped by your feet and creates a shadow around the confidence you wear around your head. 

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[unknown number, 17:12]: hey it’s the nude model [unknown number, 17:12]: lol that’s probably not a normal greeting [unknown number, 17:13]: but anyways, this might be weird but I was kinda wondering if i could see what you drew in class today, you didn’t get kicked out so im curious. [unknown number, 17:15]: oh alos i got your number from mingyu lol hope thats not creepy [unknown number, 17:15]: *also

[jihoon, 22:37]: oh mingyu is your bf, yeah i’ve heard about you [jihoon, 22:38]: i can’t say it’s not creepy but here [jihoon, 22:40]: image.0315

[you, 23:04]: only good things i hope, also i can see why you didn’t get kicked out this time it’s nice [you, 23:04]: but [you, 23:04]: from what i can tell, it doesn’t really seem like your style

[jihoon, 23:54]: image.0316 

[you, 23:57]: yeah that’s more like it

—

The third time he sees you is at the end of the semester party. In truth, Jihoon is partly avoiding you. You text him a lot. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t getting mildly annoying. 

He’s talking to Jeonghan and Soonyoung when a tipsy you and an even tipsier Mingyu make your way over to the couch and fall into the cushions. And something about the way you look at each other as if you’re kissing with your eyes. Something about the way you whisper something in his ear and he laughs. Something about the way he whispers something back, taking your hand in his and playing absentmindedly with your fingers. Makes Jihoon think that the two of you are so caught up with each other. Too focused on swallowing each other whole. That the walls could fall and the sky could come bursting into the room and neither of you would bat an eye. 

(Portrait: You And Mingyu Tearing Down The Walls And The Clouds)

Jihoon’s taking out his sketchbook and a pencil before he realizes it himself. 

—

“Hey let’s play a game,” you say while you and Jihoon are waiting for the movie to start playing in the movie theater. “where we each claim pieces of the universe for ourselves.” 

(Portrait: You And Jihoon Each Holding Half The Universe In Your Palms) 

“Sure.” Jihoon waits a moment, thinking which part of the universe he’d like to claim first. “I call the stars.” 

“Fuck,” you whisper into the popcorn, “I want the stars.” 

“You snooze you loose.” 

“It’s my game.” 

“Okay and?” 

You roll your eyes dramatically. “Anyways I call the sun.”

Jihoon: “Moon.” 

You: “Earth.” 

He takes a sip of his cola. “And everything in it?” 

“No just the planet.” 

“Okay… I call the other planets.” 

“That’s a lot at once but I’ll let it slide as long as I get to have Pluto.” 

Jihoon shakes his head in a laugh. “Plutos barely a planet but yeah, go crazy.”

“Bet. And next…” you tap on your chin in thought, “next I want the asteroid belt.” 

“I want the Hubble Telescope.” 

You squint at him. “You’re weird.” 

“Says the one who just called the asteroid belt.” 

You press a finger to your lips. “The movies about to start.” 

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[you, 9:23]: btw I call all bodies of water [jihoon, 9:32]: that is such a catch all [you, 9:33]: hey you can have rain [jihoon, 9:33]: bruh [jihoon, 9:33]: fine i’ll take rain but i call mountains too [you, 9:34]: i want flowers [jihoon, 9:34]: i want trees and beyonce [you, 9:35]: no way you can’t call ppl [jihoon, 9:35]: so you can call ALL bodies of water but i can’t call beyonce [you, 9:35]: my game my rules [jihoon, 9:36]: it was worth a try [you, 9:38]: oh i got a good one [you, 9:39]: i call music [jihoon, 9:40]: N O [you, 9:40]: we can stop here for today [jihoon, 9:41]: this game is so biased [jihoon, 9:41]: I WANT MUSICCC!!!!!! [you, 9:41]: whine about it more and i’ll call art too [jihoon, 941]: icallarticallarticallart [you, 9:41]: ur welcome [jihoon, 9:42]: u suck

—

“Hey,” you greet coming into jihoon’s apartment, with a frantic text about needing to escape for a bit. Luckily, you explain so jihoon doesn’t have to ask. “We broke up. Mingyu and I.”

“Oh.” 

You shake your head. “It’s fine though. Really.” (Portrait: You and a Lie Detector Flashing Red)

Jihoon opens and closes his mouth trying to figure out the best way to comfort you without coddling you. He settles for, “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

You inhale sharply. “No. Not really.” You sit on his couch and turn on the tv. After a moment, jihoon joins you. 

And it’s 20 minutes into whatever program you’ve chosen to watch that Jihoon finally knows what to say. “Hey,” he whispers, you turn your head towards him, “you wanted the stars right?” you raise a single eyebrow. “Take them.” 

“Really?” you say suspicious. 

“Yeah,” he nods, then with a smile adds, “but it’s gonna cost you.” you roll your eyes knowingly. “I want the sun.” 

You purse your lips in thought. Then after a minute, agree. And so a trade is made: the sun for the stars. 

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[a/n: undeveloped bit of dialogue that would have gone somewhere] Reader: Are we about to kiss Jihoon: What ew no Reader: Ew? I mean I agree but ew? That’s harsh Jihoon: don’t make it personal Reader: Okay you know I have a bf right Jihoon: Oh my god I’m not into you Reader: Not even a little bit Jihoon: No Reader: Not even like last two people on earth into me Jihoon: No Reader: Ouch Jihoon: You’re the one who asked Reader: Still hurts to hear

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[a/n: for context before this reader was supposed to give jihoon music] “Do you know how to play?” you ask, fingers ghosting the keys of the piano in jihoon’s apartment. 

“Of course. Why would I have one if I didn't?”

You shrug. “Play me something.” 

He sits down on the bench and plays a tune he memorized years ago. One that starts happy and shifts key into something almost unrecognizable. Not sad, not angry, but a fireball of emotions. Or at least, that’s how Jihoon’s old teacher described the piece.

“Hey, jihoon,” you say as he holds out on the last note of the song. 

“Yeah”

“I’m glad I gave you music.” 

“Oh,” he says, voice turning mischievous, “me too.” He starts playing a new song. 

“Is that-” you sit up slightly “Is that the Wii theme music?” Jihoon hums along. “I take it back.”

—

[ventrue-rosary]

Monster Layer

I couldn’t resist the pun title! Some werewolf smut featuring my blood hunter Amaranthe Darcelle. Edited to be extra hot and horny by my bf @bigdadsheps

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As a junior member of the blood hunter order, Amaranthe was used to drawing the short straw and being left to deal with their common contracts: Killing the werewolves that always settle in the forests surrounding the capital.

She has no idea how they replenish their numbers so quickly. There are rumours throughout the barracks they kidnap local villagers and use them as breeding tools, but thats all they are: rumours, fuelled by the high hormones for all these post adolescents in desperate need of a lay. Though she is a hypocrite to make such judgements. She's ashamed to think of all the times she has passed the night with a hand in her underwear with the wild imaginings of sleeping with one manner of beast or another. But what young woman wouldn't be curious about the sexual rituals of these creatures, so foreign but familiar to them?

‘I heard its mating season,’ jeers Zia with a smug smirk. ‘Have fun out there, just not too much fun.’

Amaranthe merely rolls her eyes at the comment. To think, Zia is her superior both in terms of rank and age but yet she had the same mental maturity as a prepubescent boy. But Amaranthe refuses to take the bait, gliding past her without so much as acknowledging her presence. Zia makes a disgruntled noise but doesn't bother pushing her further for which she is glad for. 

Still, what a terrible start to her day. She wonders how it would proceed to go even worse as she takes to the road.

Nightfall approaches as she reaches the parts of the woods that witnesses claim to have seen lycans. Night time is both the best and worst time to hunt--they are at full strength, particularly during a full moon. But, well, it is impossible to discern man from monster during day, when they revert to their humanoid form. Plus, it is easier to compartmentalise the act of murder if they don't look like a person.

Amaranthe kneels downs, and spies several sets of inhuman tracks leading away to the north. She follows the tracks that eventually lead her to a cave. Night has fully fallen. She is in the most danger, but she can't back down now. She has come so far…

Amaranthe steps into the gaping maw, her half-elven eyes quickly adjusting to the gloom. One long cavernous passageway dripping with stalactites ends in shadows. From within the dark, she hears several voices speaking in guttural snarls. Her grip on her battleaxe tightens as she steps further in.

The passageway eventually slopes downwards into a large chamber that ends in a large pool of water a waterfall feeds into. She sees three lycans, all bathing in the water.

Amaranthe cocks her head at this curious display. Since when have they cared about such things as hygiene?

She watches closely as she navigates downward as quietly as possible. If she maintains her stealth, she might be able to drop one before the others realise.

The werewolves turn and mutter something in an animalistic tone to one another. She can't understand the words but it seems civil, at least. 

One werewolf approaches another with surprising grace given its stature. He gets up close to him, oddly close, then circle to the back of him, placing his hands on his hips and….oh…

Amaranthe's foot catches on loose stones at that point. She feels her feet slip out from under her, and rolls and bounces to the bottom of the decline with a loud and sore crash.

She lets out a pained groan as she lays there, paralysed by the ache coursing across her body.

A first,  second and then third werewolf head appears above her, glaring down at her with snarling, slavering snouts and red eyes reduced to angry slits.

One loops a single claw through her cloak fastening and pulls her torso up off the ground so they are eye-to-eye.

‘What is this?’ He speaks in an unnaturally deep and thick voice. ‘A little huntress has stepped into our lair.’

‘What a helpless, fragile little thing.’ It drags a claw down her cheek, drawing blood. ‘Are you here alone?’

She thinks back to the conversation she had earlier that day, and with flushed cheeks she cries “I-I can be more useful in other ways.”

The lycans do not miss her implication. 

With one loud tearing sound one of the lycans renders her shirtless, ripping off both cloak and shirt. She lets out a cry of surprise as the cold air hits her now bare chest, breasts swaying slightly from their sudden release from the restraining garments.

The bloodlust in their eyes morphs into a different sort of lust as they behold her breasts heaving with each laboured breath she takes, as her own feelings of fear are caving in place of desire.

They silently regard each other for a moment before she is divested of the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and exposed for them.

With a freak growl a claw-tipped hand grabs her by the hips and flips her so she is on all fours. Her thighs tremble as she feels the tip of a very thick, hot cock flirt with the entrance of her pussy, embarrassed at her own wetness and desire. She bites her lip in anticipation as the tip of the enormous cock begins forcing its way inside her tight cunt, slowly, stretching to accommodate his overwhelming size. She feels as though she is going to be split in two as the knot pushes up against her opening, pressing firmly against her clit.

She opens her mouth to let out a gasp only for it to be filled by a second huge cock. She  doesn’t even try to fight it, relaxing her throat to take it all the way in until her lips settle at the knot at the base of its dick. She can feel the warm throbbing of it as it gags her, the smell is intoxicating as it fills her nose, the thick musty scent of lycan pheromones and precum, now she is overcome by lusty desire, almost against her will she allows her tongue to massage the base of where his knot ends at her mouth. Getting a pump of sweet precum as a reward. She swallows it, greedily daring to suck as best she can with the oversized member pinning her against the knot of the other lycan, she feels truly like being split down the middle, as if their tips would touch inside her at this rate. But the show wasn’t over yet.

 An unnaturally long tongue pushes into her ass, massaging the walls of her anus until they are slick with spit. The tongue retracts only to be replaced by the tip of the third huge cock. The pain wants to make her squirm away, but two strong hard cocks keep her stiffly in place. She gasps and groans around the cock stuffed in her mouth as all three of her holes are savagely and mercilessly ravaged. The third cock forces its way inside her tight ass. She tries to let out a moan or a scream but before either can come forth she only gives the lycan in front of her the ability to cram more of his cock into her mouth and more of his knot against her lips. Waves of pleasure and pain course through her body from every orifice. Each swift hard thrust pushes her closer and closer to the edge. If it wasn't for the fact her mouth is otherwise preoccupied she would likely be screaming loud enough for all of Evermeet to hear.

The only free limbs she has are her legs and arms, her legs limply sway as they retract together, giving her a small chance to breathe in the scent of sex all around her, saliva and precum making a mess of her mouth as her mascara runs down her face. Then they thrust, and her mind breaks, all she wants is this forever. They cram every inch of themselves into her body, using her like a toy. Without thinking, she begins wrapping her hands behind the lycan in front, pulling his cock deeper into herself with every thrust as she grabs that tight muscular ass. He responds by more vigorously abusing her throat. The moans come unbidden now.

Their paces pick up as they all approach the the climax, as one by one they push their full cock followed by their knots intos enter her, at the same time she feels her pussy and ass contract to embrace their full size. Ecstasy overwhelms her senses, as they compress her between their muscles, all she can see, hear and feel is them, in every inch of her and all around her. as she finally hits that euphoric high, quickly chased by all three of her holes being filled with hot, delicious cum. As she orgasms again and again, their cum travels down her throat filling her belly from one end as the cocks in the rear fill the rest of her insides. The cum keeps pulsing into her and soon she feels her stomach bulging with their warm  juices. She loves the taste and swallows it all willingly.  

She feels herself going numb as the waves of her orgasm begin to recede, and the afterglow begins.

They slowly withdraw their knots, each one coming out with a messy pop and leaving a mess of all her entrances.

Amaranthe collapses to the floor, cum slowly oozing out of her and coating the inside of her mouth and her lips. A sodden sticky mess but she can't bring herself to care as she lies in the afterglow, thoroughly satisfied but exhausted. 

One of the lycans walks up to her, she can guess how she had pleasured him by the lipstick that encircles the base of his knot.

‘I think we should keep her,’ a voice croons as they tilt her head upwards with one talon. ‘How about it little huntress?’

Her heart thrums with excitement as she sees his dick hardening again. God she wants to take the knot again already. She licks her lips.

Amaranthe props herself up on her knees, looking up at him through her lashes. ‘I’ll be a good, loyal pet to you.’

He smirks. ‘Good,’ he growls as he easily picks her up and begins lowering her down onto his already erect cock.