#and then the setting in obey me came to my mind.

[jollyreginaldrancher]

My take on Lottie relinquishing her power in season 2 is not that she saw the violence that their survival necessitated and couldn't deal with the guilt but that she realized they stepped into a new era where it's not her comfort and guidance they need, it's a hunter...it's food. It's Nat they needed.

She was perfectly capable of devouring Jackie to stay alive. And if it came to it she wanted to be eaten. She wasn't horrified by the hunt. It didn't sit well with her that they decided to hunt when she was willing to die for them.

And the crux of that situation is that she realized that her role was really symbolic. She was a figurehead, not a leader. They wouldn't even obey her final wishes. And Nat had been opposing her for months. She couldn't even do the one thing she wanted to do, which is unify the group and help them cope.

So she delegated her power to the strongest person she knew. The one who has the balls to go against her and the one whose judgement she trusted the most. Because for all her faults, the most redeeming quality of Nat's is her empathy. Her heart. And that's what she trusts in a person. Misty is smart and she's empathetic and she loves deeply and has a great heart, and so does Taissa and some of the other contenders, but they are logical and they are ruthless and to a point they are gutless.

She saw the direction they were going and she realizes that she is losing control of them and she picked Nat because Nat is the leader they need right now. The hunter.

Don't get me wrong, they can all lead, and they can all do what needs to be done, but in different ways. Misty can be calculating and ruthless, but acts out impulsively a lot, and that works to her detriment. Furthermore she's better not as a ruler when the attention is all on her but behind the scenes, augmenting, rather than obeying or rather influencing the outcome of things in her own way rather than setting strict rules and ordering people around.

Look at the hunt-off or Natalie's hunt. She's not a follower. She'll obey and go along with a plan but when a better one comes along she's an opportunist who will jump at the better opportunity. And while that's a good thing to have to survive, as a leader you need to be someone with follow-through like Natalie.

Taissa has the opposite flaw, where she pushes and takes things too far, doubling down on her opinions because she's always sure she's right, and doesn't care about the collateral damage, she will carry through whatever plan she has, and if normal Tai can't do it, other Tai will. She's susceptible to manipulation by Van, and she's not open minded at all, but she'll bend the knee for Van's sake so that makes her a bit of a liability. Also the fact that she has to mentally check out to do certain things that aid in her survival, such as eat Jackie.

Shauna doesn't want to rule, she just wants to be picked. She genuinely just wants the power and none of the responsibility. The way she put all the blame on Jackie for Shauna making the life choices she did? Yeah, she'll not take any responsibility as leader and Lottie knows, and as much as she likes her or wants to support her and sympathizes with her losing her best friend, she knows that she would absolutely mismanage her power and then complain and make it everybody else's fault. Shauna was the antler queen there'd be a revolt in 5 business days.

So that leaves Natalie who's stubborn and rebellious but empathetic -managed to be sympathetic to Travis even when Lottie didn't want to give him the benefit of the doubt, and stuck up for Misty of all people -who is practically considered to be the human embodiment of a scab- when Shauna un-rightfully started beating on her, so Lottie knows she'd be a just leader. She doesn't go too far when she thinks she's right, having called a truce on Lottie, and even when she thinks something is bullshit, like drinking Lottie's blood for good luck and shit, she'll still bend the knee for the greater good and for other people's peace of mind, which Misty would do too, but Shauna and Taissa would be too proud to.

Van and Travis would not be considered leadership material cause they were some of the biggest followers of hers. Both also have a partner which makes them impartial to all but one person in the group at least. Plus it's not likely people would take well to a guy being placed in a leadership position over a whole group of women. Just no.

So Lottie gave the role to the person she thought was strongest, most likely to do the right thing even when it's not popular, and is willing to go where she needs to in order to keep everyone alive. Has empathy for everyone and isn't likely to sideline anyone or use the power to her advantage. Is willing to be flexible and cede to things she doesn't like for the sake of the group but is stubborn enough to not be a complete pushover. Mainly doesn't do things for approval, does things because of her moral compass, which is something that doesn't guide most of them.

[monstersholygrail]

A familiar voice clears their throat and Demon Priest immediately knows it’s you who’s come to him so early on this Sunday morning. Not because the sound of your voice but because the call that yanks at his chest, urging him to go to the door. His body ready to obey your every command.

The nearing church service lingers in the back of his mind but as he meets your eye it soon becomes forgotten. “Good morning, little dove. What calls you to me this morning?”

“Maybe I missed you. I haven’t seen you in nearly a week,” you respond coyly, sauntering in. Looking Demon Priest up and down, thinking about how damn hot he looks in his robes.

Seeing you walk to him, Demon Priest immediately stands and matches your steps. The need to be closer to you, to touch you, claws at his chest. That familiar relief shoots through him as soon as he gathers you in his arms, your touch flooding through him and providing a break to the ache.

“Oh, my heart… I apologize. I’ve been far too focused on finishing my work. And I fear I’ve still yet to perfect it.”

You glance down at his desk, papers sprawled everywhere. A perfect amount to passionately brush the clutter aside and slam you down on the desk to take you right then and there. A shiver runs through your body as you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Why don’t you practice it on me?”

It’s as if Demon Priest was set on this path to simply answer to your every desire as the moment you look at him he seems to read your mind. Knowing exactly what you need from him. And he’d risk anything to give it to you. He growls furiously and scoops you up into his arms only to plop you down on the desk.

“Or why don’t I practice something else on you first?”

Demon Priest’s hand is down your panties in a flash and a wicked glint sparks in his eye as he realizes you came to him ready for his cock, your folds gushing with slick. His fangs shine in the morning light as he smirks, revealing his cock and driving it to your core as if it’s his guiding light.

As soon as his cock sinks into your warm walls a rumble moves through Demon Priests’ chest, your warmth akin not to the flames of hell but of the blessed rays of heaven. He loses himself in the smooth glide of your pussy against his length.

Time and everything else fades more and more with every passionate thrust of his cock. He’s found his holy grail and he won’t let go of you for anything. Your nails clawing into his back as you gasp and moan shows him you don’t plan to let go either. The table squeaks along with floor with the increasing force of his hips.

A sudden knock on the door, a reminder of his duties, threatens to pull him from paradise and Demon Priest suddenly realizes where he is. A house of worship. He looks at your fucked out expression as he shows his devotion. How fitting.

“Ten— fifteen minutes!” Demon Priest calls back, not even able to stop as he pounds his cock deep inside your warm fat cunt. As your jaw extends to moan, he pulls you into his throat, the vibrations causing him to shake.

“You’ll be late,” The man outside annoyingly replies.

“They can wait!” Demon Priest snarls, his demonic features drawing out at the force of his anger. His claws extending to tickle your sides.

Deep growls huff out of him and he has to bury his face in your hair. It takes deep gulps of your scent and the ravaging of your gummy walls just to calm down. His large towering form cages you into his embrace and he falls back into your abyss.

He takes every second he can of those fifteen minutes to rut inside you as ferociously as he can. Pumping inside you till you fall apart in his arms, a fierce scream falling past your lips and right into his wiling flesh. With your pussy clenching around him so sweetly he explodes inside of you, relishing in every spurt that hits your eager womb.

Demon Priest whispers endless praises under his breath as you both calm down. Your panting breaths the loudest sound in the room. Both of you bask in the glow for as long as you can.

“You have to go,” you whisper breathlessly. Not wanting him to.

“They can wait,” he repeats softly to you. Not wanting to either.

[wildestdreamsblog]

The Story of Us: Teaser

Pairing: Mahwa Character!Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You wake up in the body of the second female lead in a manhwa, determined to rewrite your fate. No longer willing to be trapped in unrequited love for the elusive main lead, Min Yoongi, you set out to change the ending of the story. But leaving him behind isn’t as simple as you thought. As the lines between fiction and reality blur, the narrative begins to shift in unexpected ways—Yoongi, who was once only devoted to the main female lead, starts to see you in a new light. Can you escape the cycle of heartbreak, or will you find yourself entangled in a love story you never asked for?

or in which Yoongi found out you aren't from that world and refuses to let you leave.

A/N: This is a yandere fic. The whole oneshot will be uploaded in Tumblr. A gift to you as celebration for my 6K followers! Thank you sooooo much for all the interactions and screaming with me about my stories <333

You froze in front of the mirror, your breath caught somewhere between disbelief and panic. The face staring back at you was undeniably familiar but was definitely not yours. It was her—the woman from the manhwa.

Your hand lifted slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, and touched your cheek, tracing the delicate curve of your jaw. The reflection mimicked your every move, except there was no mistake: it wasn’t you. This version of you was flawless—her skin porcelain smooth, her lips full and painted in a soft, understated pink. You blinked hard, willing the image to change, but it remained the same, impossibly perfect.

And then it hit you, harder than any realization should have: You were in her world. You were in her body. You were the second female lead.

What the fuck was this dream?!

You pinched yourself, willing yourself to wake up from this peculiar dream where you were not you, and instead, you were someone of a fictional character. All that it did was reddened her fair skin. You truly tried not to panic, but no one and nothing could have ever prepared you from waking up in someone else’s body! More so of a fictional one. Similarly, you knew this could not be possible. You must have been dreaming.

You were just dreaming…right?

The knock on the door snapped you out of your stupor, your mind reeling as the panic tightened its grip.

“Miss? Sir Yoongi is here to see you,” the voice outside the door called, timid, hesitant.

You blinked, the words barely registering at first. Yoongi? No. No, no, no. Your heart dropped to your stomach, and the world around you seemed to tilt at an impossible angle. You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a shaky, disbelieving breath.

"Y-yoongi?" Your voice sounded strange, foreign in this body, yet with an edge of authority, the voice of someone accustomed to being looked at, obeyed.

“N-no. Why?”

“T-to visit you, Miss. He went straight here from the airport after his three-month work in New York,” she explained with a terrified tone in her voice as though one wrong word would upset you. It did upset you upon horrifying realization that you were in the first chapter of the manhwa. He was coming to see the second female lead, the one who would only ever be a part of his life for the briefest, most painful moments. The one who would disappear when the main female lead entered the picture, leaving behind nothing but heartache and regret.

This was the moment—the beginning of her unraveling. The beginning of your unraveling.

You stumbled back from the mirror, almost tripping over the hem of the silk nightgown that clung to your skin. It felt wrong. This wasn’t your body. This wasn’t you. You couldn’t be her. You couldn't.

But there you were—she was—standing in front of a mirror, and it was your face that stared back, the same face that would soon be abandoned in favor of the main lead. The face that would die tragically, just as Yoongi chose someone else.

A cold sweat broke out on your skin as you pressed your hand to your chest, feeling your heart race, the pulse throbbing in your throat. The maid outside the door was waiting. She was waiting. Yoongi was waiting.

“Miss? Are you coming?” The maid asked again, sounding more nervous now. “Sir Yoongi is waiting.”

You felt your legs walked to where the door was as though they had a mind of their own, as though they were simply following the plot where you had to face her childhood bestfriend, as though you had no choice in this. The door creaked as it slowly opened, and the maid stepped back with a small, nervous bow. “Miss,” she murmured softly, her eyes flicking between you and the hallway.

There he was. Yoongi. Standing in the hallway, waiting for you.

His broad back was turned to you, his focus was on the huge window overlooking the garden below. His hands were in his pockets. You couldn’t help but notice the bags of designer clothes and jewelries beside him. It was always like this. Yoongi would spoil her with everything, his love a quiet promise wrapped in material things. His affection was given in expensive packages, just because he missed her. It was a thing the main lead, Yoongi, and her had for the longest times. He spoiled her rotten, and in turn, she loved him unconditionally until he realized that it wasn’t her love that he wanted. It was someone else’s.

You felt your chest tighten as you stepped forward, closer to him. And then, slowly, he turned around, his gaze landing on you, his eyes sharp and calculating, as though he was seeing you for the first time. He was just as handsome as you'd imagined, his sharp features bathed in the soft light of the chandelier overhead. His expression, however, was unreadable—his usual aloofness on full display. He had on a simple black jacket, the sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing his forearms.

He was standing there, just as he had been in the manhwa—distant, untouchable, and perfect. The kind of person who seemed to have everything. Everything except the one thing that would make him whole. His lips curved into a faint smirk, the usual aloofness settling over him like a second skin. Yoongi. So damn confident. So certain of himself. Yet there was something flickering beneath that exterior, something you couldn't place.

He took a step toward you, his gaze unwavering, and for a moment, everything felt too heavy, too real. The space between you both seemed like an eternity, but somehow you couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe.

He raised his brows when you remained motionless – so dissimilar to how the second female lead threw herself in his arms in the first chapter. “What?” he said, his voice a quiet challenge. “Didn’t you miss me?”

His words hit you like a cold wave. Didn’t you miss me?

The phrase was so familiar, but it made you flinch. It was the same thing he had said to her. The second female lead. Her. The woman you had now become. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his gaze leaving you paralyzed. How were you supposed to feel? What was the right answer?

Yoongi’s smirk deepened as he took another step closer, his presence commanding the space between you both. He wasn’t giving up.

“Aigoo,” he muttered, as though your silence had amused him. “My princess is mad at me?” He reached out, cupping your cheeks in his hands and squishing them gently, his thumb brushing across your skin in a familiar, playful gesture. “I promise I won’t be away for that long again, okay?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. My princess. Mad at me? It was just like the manhwa. Just like how the second female lead had fallen for him—how she’d craved his affection, how she had convinced herself that he was the only one who could make her whole.

How could she not fall for him? How could she not love him when he was this—this?

See, who wouldn’t fall for that? You understood the second female lead for falling in love with him, or why she did all those terrible things when he suddenly withdrew all his affections from her. But maybe…you could change the ending. Maybe you could find a happy ending of your own away from him. You could choose differently. You could walk away. You could find your own path, away from him, away from this tragic loop. Maybe—just maybe—there was a way for you to have a happy ending. Not the one written in the manhwa, but one you could choose. One where you didn’t lose yourself in the love of a man who could never return it.

What if you and him could all have your separate happy endings?

Full teaser in KoFi

[juletheghoul]

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a/n: I asked for requests and y'all came THROUGH. Freaks - all of you!! (same) hope you enjoy this fucking ovulation-fueled fever dream lmao. @quicax3 - I am dedicating everything I post today to you- Happy birthday! 🩷hope ya'll enjoy (not even a little beta'd or proofread lol all mistakes are mine)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, hand stuff, rough / marathon sex, homeboy paints the boobies- Marcus gets dosed with something and is * d e s p e r a t e *(a little graphic / I guess this could be hurt / comfort?), master / slave dynamic (power imbalance) he’s still pretty possessive, Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus - let me know if I missed any! 🩷

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.6k (😅)

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You frowned to see her darkening his doorstep once more from your place just inside the giant doorway. 

“Announce my arrival to Marcus if you would, I have brought him a gift.” She smiles her prettiest smile at you, moving to walk past you but you hold fast, blocking her path. 

“Apologies my lady, the Dominus is absent. I do not know when he will return and I am not to allow visitors in his absence.” Part of you felt a twinge of guilt at the way her face fell, but the memory of her proposal, and her apparent attempts to change his mind twisted something in your gut. She clutched at the wine bottle in her hands, cradling it as her eyes scanned what she could see of the house behind you. 

“Do you know when he left.” She frowns, eyes focusing on you once more. 

“He has been gone since first light, and as I said before, I am unsure of when he will return. He did not say when he left.” You were telling her mostly the truth, he had left early in the day, but you knew he’d be back before nightfall. He’d told you.

“I could just wait, I doubt he’ll mind–” She flashed her winning smile, thinking it would work on you as it had worked on everyone throughout her years but she had no notion of your ire for her.

“Apologies my lady, I cannot permit you inside, it will be my head.” It would never come to that, you knew it but he would not be pleased. 

“Oh come now.” She huffed just outside the door, crossing her arms and for a moment you saw a spoiled child on the verge of a tantrum. One of his guards heard the commotion and came over to assist. 

“Apologies my lady, but you will have to return another time, when the Dominus is here to greet you.” He was large, and her demeanor changed instantly. 

“I have brought him a gift, he will be happy to see me I swear it–” She held the bottle out to the guard and he took it, looking over what seemed to be a dark red wine.

“I will make sure Dominus receives your gift.” He closed the door in her face despite the widening of her eyes at having been left outside, giftless, and unwelcome. She knocked again, but the guard only put the bottle in your hands, and sent you off with a nod. You went about your business and left him to it. 

Your Dominus was true to his word. The sun had just kissed the horizon when he walked through the door. His brow was furrowed in frustration and you rushed to greet him, hoping his business hadn’t gone awry. His eyes found yours and they softened, but only a touch. 

“Shall I prepare your meal Dominus? Or would you care to rest first?” You followed as he made his way towards his study, his stride quick enough to make you hurry after him. 

“I’ll take my meal in my study, fetch me clean water and linens to cleanse before I eat–and the red wine if you would.” He sat at his desk, putting down scrolls he’d brought with him. His talk of wine reminded you of his visitor.

“Oh–I just recalled. You had a visitor while you were away today, Dominus.” You brought the empty basin from the corner and set it up at the little table beside his desk for the water you’d have to fetch. His eyes shot up, his attention solely focused on you. “I obeyed your commands, no one came in–it was Lavinia.” 

His eyebrow raised, and a small, half-smile formed on his lips. The scrolls sat on the desk, forgotten as he leaned back a little in his chair, amused now at the way your chin jut out in uncharacteristic defiance. 

“Was it now? And just what did Lavinia want?” He narrowed his eyes, his smile widened a fraction. 

“I think I can divine what she wanted.” You mumble the words under your breath, picking at your nails and he clears his throat, a gentle warning. “Apologies Dominus, I said, I think I can divine what she wanted. I do not think she took your refusal with good grace. She brought you a gift, in hopes to sway you if I had to hazard a guess.”

“Well, seems she would like me to reconsider.” He crossed his arms, watching your face and it’s hard to keep it free of emotion. “Bring me her gift, I would like to see it.” He gestured to the door with a playful smile and although your belly twisted at the thought of her working her charms on him from afar, you knew in your heart of hearts he simply liked to frustrate you.

The temptation to smash the bottle into pieces was almost too big to ignore. The thought of him being displeased however kept your grip on it tight, kept you obedient as you did everything he’d asked of you. With his hands cleansed, with his food served, you put the bottle onto his desk. 

“So this is what she offers.” He took the bottle in his hand, turning it over with more interest than you would have liked. He opened it, and put it under his nose. You watched him, fighting tooth and nail to keep your expression neutral. He only smiled the harder, reveling in your poorly disguised discomfort. 

“It smells like good wine, but fortified with something.” He poured some into a goblet, swirling it with growing interest. 

“Shall I leave you to enjoy your meal, Dominus?” You kept your head held high, reminding yourself that he had refused her after all, and a cup of wine wasn’t going to change anything. 

“No. I would have you here.” He smiled, bringing the cup to his mouth and draining it in a few gulps. 

It was almost instant, the change in him. 

“Dominus?” You approached him, heart sinking at the way his eyes momentarily lost focus, at the way his face went slack, all of him utterly empty for a moment. A wild fear gripped your heart, surely she wouldn’t poison him? “Dominus? Dominus!” You almost scream, pushing between him and the desk to pull his face up. 

“Hmmm?” For a moment he couldn’t focus, and it looked as though he might faint into a feverish sleep but then his eyes found yours and he smiled, truly smiled. 

“Dominus—“ he moved cat-quick, pulling you into his embrace roughly. 

“Gods above, why do you smell so good?” He pressed his nose to your chest, pulling in greedy sniffs of you while his hands slipped under your tunic. 

“Dominus, are you well? What is happening?” You tried to get him to look at you, but his eyes were focused on his hands, on pulling at the seams of your tunic. You can’t help but let out a little scream when he rips it open. 

“I am going to die if you don’t sit on my cock this instant, Girl, I need it, I need to feel you, I need to take you—fill you with my seed.” He moans out the words, more desperate than you’ve ever seen him and for a moment you give in, his face tilted up to beckon your mouth to his.

There is a strange taste in his mouth, something honeyed and full of an almost seductive smoke. 

You pull away despite his iron grip on your waist.

“Dominus, Dominus wait—” You try to look into his eyes again but it’s like he’s not there. Something in you awakens, and you do something you’ve never even considered, you do something that could cost you your life. You strike him clean across the face. 

The crack of it is loud enough, and hard enough to stop him cold. 

“Dominus—I beg your forgiveness but I need you to listen to my words—I think Lavinia has slipped you some sort of love potion, some magic to seduce you—“ your hands shake as you speak to him, praying to all the Gods that you aren’t punished for trying to help him. 

“Girl…” he speaks slowly, his face splotchy and red and an ache builds in your throat, fear threatening you with tears. “Girl, I think you may be right.” He trembles slightly, his skin warm where you still touch him. You can see the effort on his face to keep himself under control, to keep his wits about him as the potion works through his body.

He stands, swaying slightly and takes the bottle to the door while you watch, clutching at your ripped tunic. He hands it to one of his guards and instructs him to dispose of it, to not let anyone have any of it because it is corrupted.

“Shall I get you something else?”

“I need your body, Girl.” He holds onto the wall for a moment to steady himself, his eyes cast downwards. “I need to bury myself inside you, I am sick with it, I feel as though if I don’t I will surely die.” His eyes are red when they find yours and there is a fire there you have only ever seen after a battle. 

“If you do not desire this, then leave and lock yourself in your chambers. I will make do with my fist.” He takes a steadying breath, waiting with an almost divine patience despite his state.

The anger you feel for Lavinia knows no bounds, that she would resort to something like this to force him to give her his body makes your blood boil. The way in which he devours you however, that makes your cunt clench and drip for him.

“I am yours, Dominus.” You let the tunic fall and beckon to him with open arms. You see his prowess in the moment it takes him to cross the room and all but dig his fingers into you. His mouth is insistent, his hands are rough at your waist and on your breasts, his passion is hard as steel at your hip where it digs into your skin, all of his sharp desire, his sharp edges scraping at your softness with an inhuman strength. 

“I am in pain Girl, every fucking inch of me aches—“ his words are a painful moan as he all but tears at his layers. You help as best you can and once he is bare you gasp. His cock is so red, his balls look so swollen, you think he really might burst if he does not find his release. 

There is no time for gentle touch. 

You turn and bend over his desk uncaring of his papers falling to the floor and present your backside to him. It’s with trembling hands that he slots his cock at your entrance. He enters you with one brutal shove of his hips and moans like you’ve never heard him moan before. Despite your own arousal, you wince.

“Forgive me Girl, I cannot be gentle-“ He does not ease you into it, it is a rough pushing and pulling of himself into your sex and he is too thick, too deep, you feel him in your lungs, in your throat. 

“I do not wish to hurt you, but you feel so fucking good, so tight, so wet I cannot stop myself.” His words help, his true nature helps. You focus on the feel of him, on the reassuring grip of his big hands on your hips, on the noises he makes as his groin hits the plump of your ass with every sharp thrust.

Your cunt leaks around him, coating him, raising the volume on the sounds of your coupling and before long he’s pulled you up, his chin resting over your shoulder while one hand holds onto your breast tight enough to almost hurt. 

“Here it comes—“ he barely gives a warning before he groans long and loud, filling your poor little cunt with his gift. He presses his forehead to the back of your neck, taking greedy pulls of air into his lungs while he keeps himself buried deep. 

You catch your breath for a moment before he pulls out and turns you to face him. His eyes are shut tight, and then he looks down. His cock has not softened, it looks just as angry, just as hard as it did before, his balls still heavy and full of seed. 

“I fear I may be like this for a while, the pain returns even as I stand here.” 

You sit him in his chair and climb onto him, sheathing him inside you once more but this time, with his mess and your arousal easing his passage, and you setting the pace things are better. 

“I will take care of you Dominus, let me take the pain away.” You wrap your arms around him and slip your tongue into his mouth with a deep kiss, relishing the noise he feeds directly into your lungs. His arms are a cage around your ribs, tight enough to make you fight for every breath but it matters not. He feels so good like this, so deep and with every roll of your hips his noises become more frantic, more imploring.

He comes again almost without warning as you keep your rhythm, wincing when he tightens his grip a little more but still, he does not soften. 

He lets out a whine, a pathetic, gorgeous thing when you keep rolling your hips, clenching around him in search of your own climax.

“Please Girl, please please, I beg of you, milk my cock, I need to spill inside you again, over and over, please—“ his voice is not his own, it’s some needy, powerless creature under your spell and you want nothing more than to oblige him. You speed up despite the sweat shining on your shin, despite the ache in your body and again he spills, crying out like a teenage boy touching a woman for the first time.

“Again Dominus?” You’re tired, but it feels so good, and the desperate, slack jawed expression makes you ache for your own climax.

“Yes Girl, Gods yes- again—“ he helps you move, your sweat slicked flesh spilling between his fingers, his lap is a mess of his own seed and your arousal, you cannot stop now. He takes your nipple into his mouth just as his thumb slips into the mess between your thighs and swirls it around your clit. 

Your own climax hits you like a slap across the face- all at once making you seize and he comes again at the feel of it, both of you suspended in exquisite agony.

You are truly sore now, every muscle aches, everything burns. 

“Dominus- I don’t think my body can handle more.” You brush back his hair, placing a small kiss where you slapped him.

“It is a little better now, come to my bed with me.”

Hours pass, and he still stands at attention but he relieves himself with his fist as you lay on his bed. He begs for your hand, and you oblige him. He begs to look at your cunt, and you show him, he begs to let him paint your breasts in his seed, and you position yourself for him, until he finally softens and rests.

You cleanse him, and yourself, and fall into his arms, asleep before you’re fully settled. 

He does not leave his chambers the next day, and orders you to take a full day of rest yourself. While grateful to sleep and give your tired body time to recover, part of you fears he might not want to see you, but then one of the older women brings a feast to your chambers at his instruction, good wine and more food than you could eat in a whole day and you know you are forgiven. 

You smile around your bites of food, content with your thoughts of what he might do in retaliation. 

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[domm1etae]

sharp fun w yunho

the blade shimmered faintly in the low light, its chill an electric jolt as yunho dragged it along your skin. he started low, just above your hip, the flat edge cool and deliberate as it skimmed across your stomach. his touch was slow, savoring the way your breath hitched when the tip lingered over sensitive spots.

the knife edged higher, the sensation shifting between the faintest tickle and a sharp scrape that made your skin tingle. it rested briefly over your sternum, enough pressure to leave a dull ache in its wake, before continuing its path upward. when it reached your throat, your breath stilled completely. yunho tilted your head back with the tip, his dark eyes devouring the sight of your exposed neck.

his lips curved into a wicked grin as he pressed the flat of the blade against your throat, holding it there just long enough to make you squirm. "such a pretty sight," he murmured, voice rough and low.

you whimpered softly, the ache between your thighs intensifying. yunho noticed immediately, of course he did, and his smirk deepened. his free hand slid to your jaw, cradling it with a possessive grip.

"needy already?" he teased, dragging the knife down to your collarbone in a deliberate stroke. "don’t worry, i’ll take care of you."

his touch shifted, the blade tracing faint patterns across your skin, each stroke calculated to leave you breathless. when he finally set the knife down beside you, your relief was short-lived. yunho’s hands replaced it, one sliding to grip your throat while the other dipped between your legs, pushing your soaked panties aside.

his fingers plunged into you without warning, filling you with a stretch that left you gasping. he set a punishing rhythm, curling his fingers in just the right way to leave you trembling. when you tried to close your thighs, his growl stopped you cold.

“don’t even think about it,” he snapped. "keep them open."

you bit your lip hard, forcing your trembling legs to obey. yunho’s smirk deepened, satisfied as he added another finger, stretching you even more. “that’s my good girl,” he said, voice thick. "taking me so well."

“thank you, sir,” you gasped out, the words tumbling from your lips without a second thought.

just when you felt the tension building to its peak, yunho pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and desperate. a frustrated whine escaped, but you knew better than to beg without his permission. instead, you clenched your fists, swallowing the disappointment as he reached for the knife again.

this time, the blade trailed along your inner thigh, the cold metal making you shiver. yunho’s gaze was fixed on your face, watching every twitch and gasp with unrestrained hunger.

“you’re filthy,” yunho sneered, though his tone was thick with lust. "all this for me?"

his fingers returned without warning, plunging into you with a force that made you cry out. the stretch, the burn, everything was too much and not enough all at once. your walls clenched around him, your body desperate for the release he held just out of reach.

when you finally came, it hit you like a tidal wave, your body trembling violently as you soaked his hand and the sheets below. your vision blurred, your mind going blank as pleasure consumed you entirely. yunho didn’t stop, his fingers slowing but never fully leaving you, dragging out every second of your high.

when you finally came back to yourself, yunho was grinning, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown wide. "you’re disgusting," he taunted, though there was something softer beneath the words. “came all over yourself for me. my pathetic little slut.”

his fingers moved to your clit, circling it slowly, dragging out every last tremor. you whimpered, overstimulated and completely wrecked, but yunho’s gaze burned into you, making it clear he wasn’t done yet.

“look at you,” he spat, though his voice held a strange fondness. “my dumb little slut who only thinks with her pussy.”

[beatrixst0nehill]

Grace and her family went camping for the week. She personally invited her cousin, Brett, saying they haven’t seen each other in so long she just had to invite him. Brett was overjoyed to be invited, having no other plans, always happy to spend time with Grace. Only now they were finally adults… so he suspected Grace might be up to something, as the two of them always flirted and had minor summer flings behind closed doors.

As soon as Brett saw Grace he almost came in his pants. She fattened up, and for some reason her breasts were gigantic, straight out of some porno or Hentai, probably the biggest pair of breasts he ever saw in person. He tried not to say anything, though Grace constantly shot him looks, eyeing her own newly developed assets. Once they finally touched down and started setting up camp, Grace told her parents that Brett and her were going to go off and explore a bit. As soon as they were a safe distance upriver, Grace lifted her top, exposing her massively fattened breasts in a bikini top that was very close to snapping.

“Grace, what happened? Holy shit… your breasts are–”

“Ginormous? I know… you like?”

Brett felt them up, jiggling them. “God, they’re so soft. Why are they this big?”

“Dummy, I took some pills I got in college. They make it so whatever weight you gain goes to your tits. I asked to be put on them… then I started gorging like crazy. I kind of blew up everywhere, not just my tits…”

“You look great, Grace.” Brett kneaded her boobs, pressing them together. “They’re pure fat, aren’t they?”

“Yep, like zero breast tissue my doctor said. So I have to keep overeating to maintain their size…”

“Or they’ll delate like balloons?”

“Exactly. So, now I eat like a total slob. I hope you don’t mind…”

“Not at all. I look forward to watching you stuff your face all vacation, as I titty fuck these fat udders you’ve grown.”

“I knew you’d like them… we share the same tent, too! My parents figure I did this for you, you know? They’re wise to our little flings…”

“Not that we ever hid it very well.”

“If you want, I mean, we can start dating for real. I’m off my birth control so you can get me pregnant all you want. These fat breasts of mine will only get bigger… especially if you feed me, and spoil me.”

“How could I ever refuse, knowing every calorie will go right to making these things even more fat and bloated.”

“I love hearing you talk about them like that… Mmmm, tit fuck me. Right now, put these huge things to use!”

Brett unzipped his pants, tearing off her shirt and bikini top, tossing them in the water, before kissing her neck, down her breast to her nipple.

“Brett… don’t you think I might need that?”

“No. You’re doing this whole weekend topless. You’re my girlfriend now so you’ll obey like a good girl, won’t you?”

She nodded, blushing. “Yes. Of course I will…”

“Now on your knees.”

Grace knelt, pushing her breasts up against his cock. “Use them all you want… they’re yours, not mine.”

Brett plunged his cock between her tits, his hands on hers, pushing them together. “Good girl, now show me what those sacks of blubber can do.”

[ft-3racha]

Yunho, size kink, lots of hands pls 🤪, with a lot of fluff, lovely aftercare

new necklace (ft. jeong yunho)

pairing: jeong yunho (ateez) x gn reader

warnings: smut!!!(minors dni!); established relationship, clear d/s dynamics, bigdick!dom!yunho x curious!sub!reader, hands (🤪), size kink (heavy), degrading, praise, fingering (reader rec), choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms (reader rec), a little teeny tiny angsty bc of problems regarding their sex life, ending with fluff and aftercare bc yunho is a gentle giant at heart <3

author‘s note: your wish is my command! how could i not write this ask??? as soon as i read this, the gears in my head started spinning and produced this piece. enjoy. :))

wc: 3,6k (oops-)

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„i‘m cumming, baby.“

i know, you thought to yourself, before your boyfriend pulled himself out of you to release himself on your lower back. as always. yours and yunho‘s relationship was absolutely beautiful, and so was the sex. the only problem: it was always the same. he made you cum with his hands, then you guys fucked until you came a second time before he chased his own release, which always resulted in him unloading on your back, kissing you on your forehead and getting a towel to clean up the mess he produced.

it was good, but you sure as hell missed something. you always had the feeling that yunho was holding himself back, for whatever reason that may be; he just absolutely didn‘t look like the vanilla kind of guy he was trying to be. or so you were hoping deep down.

a couple of days, and a shopping spree online later, you find yourself in your shared bedroom, the parcel on your bed opened up and it‘s containments already on your body. as you look into the mirror, you admire the white silky robe against your skin, hiding your nude body from unwanted eyes; actually, any eyes other than your boyfriends were unwanted. together with that beautiful shining piece of fabric you ordered another thing adorning your lower half: it was a beautiful bottom piece completely made out of white lace. that color was chosen on purpose, because it made you look the most innocent; what you were planning was far from that though. just a few minutes prior you had taken some sultry pictures of yourself posing in your new undergarments, not even thinking a second before sending them straight to yunho. it didn‘t take him longer than five minutes to reply with a casual „i‘m at work, love���. well, no shit, that was kind of the whole point. your answer was a question, straight to the point with a little bit of attitude: „what are you gonna do about it?“.

silence. all that followed was unanswered, mysterious and unsatisfying silence. you were hoping that yunho would understand what you were trying to do, that you wanted to tease him and rile him up with your bratty behaviorism. but he unknowingly ended all potential fun and experimental games before they had even begun. you threw your phone to the side, exhaling heavily while closing the robe with a knot in the front. the rest of the day was spent with chores as you tried your best to get your mind off of the disappointment that was spread all throughout your being. the sun was close to being set, and you just finished wiping down the kitchen, when you heard your phone go off. nonchalantly, you went to check it, and you did a double take when you openend the message you received. it was from yunho.

„wait for me in the bedroom in that outfit. on your knees. be home in 15.“

speechless. absolutely no words were leaving your mouth, but more so roaming in your mind as heat spread through your entire body. you did exactly as yunho requested you to do, his message making it sound as if you had no other choice but to obey to him. exactly how you wanted it to be.

14 minutes and 52 seconds later you heard the front door open and lock back up. normally it took him about 20 minutes to get home from work, you figured he went a little over the speed limit for the perfect reason. if he were to get a ticket, you would definitely forgive him. and while you were doing as he asked, yunho came through the door, his heartbeat pounding in his ears and his thoughts going wild. nevertheless, he calmly took off his jacket, hung it up neatly and placed his bag down in it‘s designated spot before taking off his shoes as well. a deep breath left his plump lips, the exhaled air hot and heavy; with slow and heavy steps he made his way towards the bedroom, cuffing the sleeves of his white button up and pushing them up to his elbows in the meantime. it was exciting to him, almost as if he was a predator on the hunt, because he could only imagine what the current scenario did to you; how it made your breath hitch in your throat with every single step that was taken, how a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of what he was going to do to you, how excited you were about not knowing what was going to happen.

yunho slowly opened the door, and what he saw kicked all the air out of his lungs. you looked so stunning, so ready for him to destroy you: perfectly sat on your knees in front of the bed, your robe untied, the white lace still adorning your lower body. your gaze faced towards the ground, palms neatly sat on your legs. so good for him, and him only. the door closed, but you didn‘t dare to lift your eyes. yunho stepped closer and came to a halt right in front of you, yet all you could see was his feet and the beginning of his black slacks that were covering his beautiful long legs from your desperate view.

„beautiful“, was the first word that left him, and it made a chill creep up your entire being at how deliciously deep his voice was. „did you do all of this for me?“ you nodded, his presence so domineering that it took away your ability to speak. you knew he wasn’t as vanilla as he was pretending to be. „you should use your words when asked a question, sweetheart.“ sweetheart. you considered yourself lucky to be sat in this very moment, otherwise your knees would‘ve given out. wanting to please him in every way possible, you slowly lift your gaze and almost inaudibly answered: „yes, i did. all for you.“ „good baby.“ a needy whine escaped your throat at the praise, not used to yunho being as vocal as he turned out to be. his dark eyes raked over your submissive form; glossy and half-lidded, irisis almost eaten up by enlarged pupils. he slowly made his way over to the bed and sat down on the edge, instructing you to get up and sit on his lap. you do as you‘re told without another word, finding yourself on him only seconds later. his big hand cradled the side of your face, the calloused pad of his thumb slowly pulling at your bottom lip, it snapping back in place immediately after he let go. „kiss me, please“, you begged him, overwhelmed with the feeling of him surrounding you entirely. „you sound so fucking pretty when you beg“, is all he said before giving in to your request, his lips engulfing yours in a kiss so passionate it made you throb with need. it was all tongue and teeth, desparation visible on both sides. but it might‘ve just been the best kiss you‘ve ever shared. you felt him everywhere, long fingers digging into your scalp, slightly pulling your head to the side as his lips traced your neck, wet kisses spreading all over it. „my god, you are so stunning“, he spoke lowly into your ear, earning a moan from you in response, „can you feel what you are doing to me?“ indeed. as soon as he said that, you could feel how hard he was inside of his pants, his cock trying to break free while poking at your center. experimentally, you started rolling your hips, to which yunho responded with an almost animalistic sound escaping his throat. „so desperate“, he mumbled, his hand itching its way from your scalp to the front of your throat, „want me to choke you, baby?“ „god, please“, was all you could say, the thought of his hand around your neck causing you to involuntarily clench around nothing. you’ve always had a thing for his hand, and yunho knew; he saw your little glances here and there, but never said a word. it was cute, almost naively sweet even, how something so normal to him could rile you up so easily still, even after having been together for awhile now. he had never asked to choke you before, but feeling those slender fingers expertly applying pressure on the spots where your charotid artery lays had you crying out his name, your thoughts revolving around nothing but him while your hips ground into him with more pressure in search of any kind of friction. „look at you“, he almost growled, hazy eyes scanning you with a smirk on his deviously handsome face, „all it takes is my hand around your neck and you start acting like a desperate little whore?“ the name had you internally screaming, the combination of praising and degrading words tumbling out of him hitting you just right.

next thing you know his hand leaves your neck and you find yourself on your back, the white robe having been cascaded in the process. „are you gonna be a good slut for me, hm? you gonna behave?“, yunho asked, his dominant frame hanging over you as his big hand lays on your inner thigh. „i promise“, you answered so fast it was almost pathetic, „i‘ll be so good. just want your cock inside of me, please.“ „i have to stretch you out first, baby. don‘t think your tight little hole can handle it without.“ and he was right. there was a reason to the beginning of your usually bland sex routine: he had to make you cum with his hands first to help you relax, to help you adjust to him easier, because he was a sight for sore eyes. he always stood tall, not only having been blessed in height but also in size. thats why, even after many times of sharing the bed with him, you find yourself still not used to his impressive length. slowly testing the waters, you reply: „give me your fingers then, so i‘ll be able to take your big cock.“ he groaned, and you added a very obvious size kink to your mental notes; you had suspected it for a while after having been asked if „it will even fit“ and being reminded of „how tight you are“ a couple of times before. yunho pulled down your panties almost in a hurry, attaching his fingers to you as soon as the lace left your body and hit the floor. finally. „inside, please“, was all you were able to say, mind foggy with the need of him filling you up. and he did just that, his pointer and middle finger breaking past your entrance and into you, deliciously stretching you out. both of you moaned at the feeling, yunho finally realizing how badly you really needed him after feeling your wetness trickle down his hand, and you because you almost came from him just inserting two fingers. the chokehold this man had on you in this very moment was absolutely driving you crazy. „always so fucking ready for me, shit“. he cursed before driving his long digits into you with force, hitting the spot that made your toes curl and your hairs stand at the back of your neck. your hands flew to his back, clinging to the thin material of his dress shirt. the fact that he was doing your fully naked form fully dressed drove you insane, the humiliating feeling adding to your pleasure. his name left your lips like a prayer, as if he was the only thing that mattered in this world, and for you, he was.

the way your orgasm approached so quickly left you shocked, not even being able to warn him before it happened, and you swore to yourself in that very moment that you never came that incredibly hard because of just his hands; in fact, you probably never came that hard in your entire life. he helped you calm down, softly stroking your thigh to soothe you and help you calm down from your orgasm, letting his gentleness peak through for just a second, checking in and making sure you were okay before all of it left again in the blink of an eye. his newfound duality was crazy, but crazy attractive indeed. relishing in your post-orgasmic state, you barely realized that yunho had gotten up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it to mingle alongside your panties on the floor, his slacks and boxers joining just a minute later. as he hovered back above you, you saw him in all his glory, the tip of his long cock leaking precum, and you couldn‘t help your hand finding his shaft, stroking him slowly. „so big“, you state softly, doe eyes finding his, „it‘ll stretch me out so nice, will hurt so good.“ „fuck“, he cursed, tip prodding at your abused hole, „i‘m gonna fill you up so good, and you‘ll take it all.“ with that, you felt him slowly fill you up, and you nodded alongside that burning feeling you loved so much. „look at how you swallow my cock, greedy little slut can never get enough of it, isn‘t that right?“ his pelvis met yours as his tip kissed your spot with the right amount of force, making you see stars in the process. „yes yunho, feels s‘ good.“ you couldn’t even form coherent sentences anymore, already too fucked out from him just entering. he bottomed out slowly, barely having left you before pushing all the way back in with a little more strength. you arched your back and clawed at his, moans and whimpers leaving you, and that‘s all it took for him to finally let go. his cock rammed into you hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoed from the walls. it was as if the english language had left you completely, barely understandable mumbling and cries of pleasure being the only things leaving your mouth alongside his name. „shit angel“, yunho panted above you, your nails raked down his back at the nickname, marking him up, „you feel so fucking tight around my big cock. tell me, who do you belong to?“ „you“, you answered immediately without a second thought. „i bet nobody could ever make you feel the same.“ „never“, you reassured, causing him to speed up even more, „y’ make me feel so fucking good. cock‘s so big, can feel it in my tummy.“ as those words left your mouth you felt that familiar feeling built up again. yunho must‘ve felt it too, probably because you kept clenching around him, because he leaned down, lowly whispering in your ear: „cum for me, now.“ and you did, your second orgasm of the night not washing over you, but rather hitting you like a brick. your vision turned blurry as your whole body tensed up, thighs spasming and hole clenching around yunho to the point where he had to still completely to ensure he didn‘t spill, wanting to relish in the feeling of your heat just a little longer.

he helped you again, gently stroking your hips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly came back to this planet. you feared it was over, were scared that it would be the same as always from now on, but you were met with a stern gaze again as soon as he realized you were good still. „on all fours, ass up.“ that was a new one. usually sticking to just missionary, you were surprised when you found yourself with your face pressed into the pillow and your back arched, ass up in the air. yunho stood behind you on his knees, his cock now glistening in a mixture of your fluids. „hands behind your back“, he instructed as you gave him your hands to hold behind youf back with one of his giant ones, the other one used to guide his cock back into you. the new angle made you moan, mentally cursing yourself for not suggesting this position sooner, because fucking hell, did it feel fantastic. he could reach even deeper, making you feel fuller than ever before. now you could really feel him rearrange your guts. he wasted no time. snapping his hips into yours at a ruthless pace, no mercy to be found. „you feel so fucking good“, he praised, „my good little whore. all mine.“ this man and his filthy mouth will be the death of you. „so full“, you whimper. „yeah? gonna fill you up even more.“ the moan that escaped you after that statement could put pornstars out of business. „you‘d like that, huh? want me to pump your tight little hole full of my cum?“ all you could do was nod in response, the thought occupying your mind completely. breeding you was never a topic of discussion; it has been a silent agreement from the get go for him to pull out, eventhough the thought of him filling you up had crossed your mind multiple times beforehand, and not once did you mind it. not at all. so you nodded again, clenching around him before answering with a desperate tone: „please fill me, use me. i can take it all.“ you didn‘t think it was possible, but after that he sped up even more, not only chasing your third orgasm of the night but his own as well. he pulled you up by your neck, your back colliding with his chest as his big hand wrapped around your throat again, choking you from behind while relentlessly pounding into you. you could feel your orgasm approaching again, hearing him mumble some more praise into your ear, always mixed with those delicious derogatory words. „my good little slut, so ready to take my cum. gon‘ give it to you, just a little more.“ his thrusts got sloppier after that, not once going down in roughness as they did. „yunho, i‘m-“, was all you managed to stutter out, before your third and final orgasm hit you like a truck, your whole body clenching and tensing up in yunhos arms. and as he felt you clench and pulse around his cock, yunho‘s orgasm hit him as well, causing him to spill his seee inside of you. it felt good, almost animalistic; as if he was marking you up from within, and you loved every second of it.

all that was heard after was both of your heavy breathings in the heavier air. yunho slowly lowered you onto the bed, caressing your hair while you snuggled up to his chest. the room probably reeked of sweat and sex, but you couldn‘t care less. „you did so great, my love“, yunho spoke up after taking a minute to breathe, „so incredible for me. i love you so much.“ „i love you too“, you smiled up at him, before laughing lightly, „you fucking animal.“ he laughed, his cheeks coating themselves in redness. „i always felt like you were holding back“, you stated, to which he just nodded. „i did, yeah. didn‘t wanna scare you away.“ you could (metaphorically) hit him in the head for not just speaking up about his desires, but neither did you, so you chose not to scold him for that. instead, your heart swell at the fact that he didn‘t wanna scare you, and you lifted your head, slowly entangling your lips in a sweet kiss.

a couple of minutes of you guys reflecting on your session and cuddling in bed passed by, before yunho got up to run a bath for the both of you; your sore muscles couldn‘t thank him more. he came back seconds later with a wet towel, the water running in the background. „is it okay if i clean you, or do you wanna do that yourself?“, he asked cautiously, and you appreciated his thoughtfulness, especially in moments like these. „you can do it. thank you, love“, you answered as he slowly spread your sore legs to clean up the mess both of you produced. once he finished that up, he picked up the clothes from the floor, tossed them in the washer alongside the towel and got you some water and snacks for you to hydrate and gain back some energy. and as you laid in your warm bath yunho sat behind you, massaging your shoulders skillfully. „that feels really nice. thank you for preparing all of this, i really appreciate it.“ you letting him know that made his head spin and his belly fuzzy. „no worries, beautiful. thank you for letting me take control of your body and making you feel good. it means a lot, and it‘s not something i take lighthearted“, he replied and you blushed. yunho always let you know that he appreciates your body, but hearing him say it after such an intense session was extra special. „i trust you“, was all you said, before letting your head fall on his chest, his arms snaking around your waist and connecting with your hands in the front of your body. „how about we lay in here for a bit more, then we wash up, get into something comfortable and i order our favorite while you pick out a comforting movie?“, yunho asks with a soothing voice, playing with your fingers absentmindedly. you nodded in response, a shy smile grazing your features, before you guys get back into conversation about nothing particular, sharing love confessions, laughter and mindless kisses surrounded by bubbles and sweet lavender air.

[brodygold]

Boyfriend, BROfriend

Asher sulked as he laid back on the couch, too upset to notice the television was displaying static. His girlfriend had just dumped him that morning and his best friend Thorn was completely MIA. He'd gone to investigate the local sports legends, the "Gold Troopers" or something like that. Thorn often lived up to his name, being a thorn in Asher's side, but he still wanted his support in these rough times. Asher had invited him over to rant about chicks like they usually did after a breakup but he hadn't even read the damn message. He'd already drunk several cans of cheap beer waiting for the guy and was starting to feel the buzz.

Asher was pulled out of his buzzed state (well, slightly at least) with a knock on his door. "Finally," he thought, "took the asshole long enough to get here." He threw himself off the couch and walked over to the front door.

Opening it, Asher could tell something was a bit off. Thorn's usual wild and spiky hair was tamed, giving him a sporty look.

"What's with the hair, man? Where's your wild side?"

Thorn let out a little laugh. "Oh, don't worry about that, bro. I still have my wild side. Just trying something new."

Asher looked Thorn up and down. Nothing else seemed off about him. Besides maybe him saying "bro." He still had that characteristic smirk on his face, and the leather jacket on him screamed "punk." He was too drunk for this.

"If you say so, man. Get in here so we can gripe about Maya."

"Thanks, bro. I got just the thing for you actually." He held up his hand, holding a golden DVD. "One of my new bros gave me something to help you get over your ex."

Asher looked at him suspiciously, his hands in his jean pockets. "What's a movie gonna do for me?"

"Trust me, bro. He showed it to me when I met him and it's almost life-changing in a way."

"If you say so. Can you put it in? I'm a bit drunk."

"Sure thing bro."

Thorn put the disc into the player, turning the TV off the static. In its place was a shiny golden spiral, drawing Asher in instantly. The gold swirled in his eyes, mixed with a bit of white and brown. Images of naked women appeared in the background behind it.

Asher lost himself in the spiral, staring at it mindlessly. His mind went completely blank. All he could do was stare at the spiral. Stare, and obey.

Thorn removed his leather jacket, revealing a shiny golden soccer jersey underneath with "Trey" on the back. He smirked looking at Ashter's blank stare. "That's it bro, just stare at the pretty spiral. You'll be a true bro soon."

Ashtor reached down into his jeans and started stroking, just as the spiral commanded him to. As he continued, his clothes started changing. His black t-shirt glowed gold, transforming into a shiny gold soccer jersey with his true name on the back. His jeans turned into a set of golden shorts, giving him more room to stroke as he pulled them down further. His wild and crazy hair got tapered down into a classy, sporty look that matched Trey's.

Ashton's mind was being rewritten at the same time, his old self going into his balls with every stroke. His name change was solidified first, the first piece of his new identity. The images of women changed into men stroking themselves just like he was, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He found himself admiring their forms and their strokes, eyeing the big packages. Thoughts of being with women and loving their bodies head to toe vanished completely. Only men would satisfy him now.

Trey leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Ashton could feel himself blush as he continued stroking. Memories of being with Trey as boyfriends, serving the Golden Army together both on and off the field. They sure knew how to party together in the locker room...

"Cum for me, babe"

The spiral finally ended as Ashton came, spurting his old self out onto the floor in front of him. Trey would be sure to clean that up later.

"Come on babe. We have practice in 30 minutes!"

Ashton looked up at his boyfriend and smiled. "Sure thing babe. Let's get going. But first..." He walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder and smiling a sinister smile.

"How about a quick round 2?"

[kissitbttr]

toji will argue with the fact that he has the sexiest girlfriend in this planet and he would die fighting for that truth. and he doesn’t mind showing it off to people. whether it’d be by words or visuals.

he loves to tell his friends about how flexible you are when it comes to fucking, how you like it when he cums all over your tits, how skilled your tongue is when it comes to sucking him off.

he has no shame in it.

“look straight to the camera, baby—there we go—gooood girl” he instructs as he takes the picture of you kneeling between his knees. delicate hand wrapped around his hard mid shaft with your warm mouth engulfing him.

his cock twitches when your glossy eyes dart towards the lenses, even more when you decide to smile. the sight just makes his stomach twirl and his cum threatening to spill all over your pretty face,

can you blame him though?

“s-shit” he grunts when you decide to lull your tongue out, showing him the metal piercing right in the middle before the cold jewelry makes a contact with his sensitive tip. “insane. you’re driving me fucking insane, baby—god damn”

he takes another shot at that before hearing you giggle, finger swiping the pre cum that’s decorating your lower lip. “what other positions you want me to do next, papi?”

toji groans at that, head thrown back along with his eyes. “don’t do that—you know what it does to me”

“hm? that is?” you tease, head tilting to the right and nearly squeal when his hand spanks your ass as a warning,

“good girls don’t tease—turn around for me” he directs, finger twirling in circular motion as he smirks deviously , watching you obey him just like that.

toji nearly lets out an animalistic groan when you turn your back to him, sitting on your knees before leaning forward a bit,

and he doesn’t play when he says he’s got the sexiest girlfriend in the world. because with an ass like that, who could even compete?

“shit—look at that” he grabs a handful of your ass after setting the camera to his side. squeezing each one at a time and he swears he feels like the heaven just came straight to him. “and some people say tits are better than ass”

“baby!” you playfully scold with a small giggle, looking over your shoulder to see your boyfriend playing with your ass like his life depends on it. you could even see the lusty look in his eyes. “sometimes i do wonder if you’re with me for me or my butt”

“i’m with you for all of it, sweetheart” he winks at you, pressing a chaste kiss on one of the cheek before grabbing his camera back, angling it directly towards the plump flesh. “hold still, pretty—i gotta take lots of it—should we send these to your punk of an ex?”

you gasp at the question, eyes lighting up. “oh! baby, that’s a great idea! but wouldn’t it be better if you had your cock in me when i ride you in reverse? we can even send videos even!”

his eyebrow quirks at your thought, chuckling by his girlfriend dirty suggestion before his large hand comes up to wrap his cock and pumping it a bit. sliding the tip up and down your wet hole making you close your eyes in pure bliss,

“want me to send the pictures like this?” he rasps watching you nod and squirm because of it.

“hmm, but let me do the work, baby. you just gotta take the pictures, yeah?” you smile through bitten lip, removing his hand off and replacing it with yours before guiding the tip in. “i’ll ride you real good, daddy”

toji moans when you sink yourself down on his cock, feeling your wet velvet walls hugging it tight as his fingertips digging onto the skin of your hips,

he tosses the camera away to the edge of the bed the moment you start picking up the pace, thinking that he could record that shit later. it’s not like both of you couldn’t go for more than three rounds.

“my dirty dirty girl—fuck”

[smoketransformer]

Frank’s Auto Shop

Frank’s Auto Shop has been in business for forty years and never once has there been an audit, so Frank himself was quite surprised when an auditor walked into his shop.

“Mr. Fuller, my name is Charlie Thompson. I’m with the IRS,” the young man said while setting his brief case down and then pulled out a government issued identification card. The young man must have been right out of college - perhaps about 22 years old and he did not seem the friendliest. He put his card back in business coat and crossed his arms.

Frank huffed and then said, “Call me Frank…or Sir. I’m the boss around here. See the sign out front?”

“Got it, Frank,” Charlie said, “I’ve came to discuss an upcoming audit of your business.”

Frank opened his shop back when he was this auditor’s age. Always ran it by himself. He built it from the ground up and he wasn’t going to let this boy or the Feds take it away from him.

“Why haven’t I been notified of this?” Frank angrily said. Frank was a big man who was bald, but made up for it with a big, bushy goatee that was starting to turn gray.

“A Ms. Buchanan should have called you. If not, I guess this is your notification. Now please, could we sit down? I have to interview you and ask a few question.”

Frank stared at the boy. “Fine. We can go into my office.” Frank motioned and started to walk to the back of his shop. “You’re lucky that it is slow now, Chuck.”

“Please don’t call me Chuck. It’s Charlie, not Chuck,” Charlie corrected him as he followed.

The two of them entered the back office. Charlie immediately noticed the haze and smell of stale smoke. Frank sat behind his desk that was covered with bills. On top of the various pieces of paper sat a large ashtray with a few spent cigar nubs.

“Now, Mr. Fuller…” Charlie started to say.

“Frank or Sir, I told ya,” Frank sternly said.

“Frank, what is your age?” Charlie asked as he pulled out a notepad and pen.

“62,” he mumbled.

“Any plans to retire?” Charlie continued as he was making notes.

“No - can’t. Gotta run this business till I’m dead. I got no savings. Everything is in the business,” Frank spatted.

“No children to take over? Planning on selling it?” Charlie asked while not making any eye contact.

“No and no,” Frank said, “What’s this got to do with anything?”

“You see mister…sorry, Frank…you owe the government a bit of money. $494,078 to be exact. You haven’t paid income taxes,” Charlie spoke up while looking up from his notepad.

“Yes I have!” Frank yelled as he stood up, his face getting red.

“Please, Frank. I’ll explain. Frank Fuller has. Frank’s Auto Shop hasn’t. You never filed as a sole proprietorship. You never submitted the proper forms. Therefore, your business and you are two legally separate entities.

Frank huffed. Running his business was tough; and running it on his own after all these years made it even tougher. It was hard to hire someone who was both auto and business savvy. All Frank knew was cars. Frank looked at the stern look of boy and that was when he had an idea.

He walked around his desk and to a humidor on shelf behind Charlie. He had been saving this for another time, but he figured now would be better than ever given the current circumstances. Frank lifted the lid and picked up a large cigar. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked as he grabbed a cutter and cut the cap of the cigar.

“Actually, I do Frank,” Charlie spoke as he stood up.

Frank placed the cigar in his jaw and brought a torch lighter to the flame and started puffing, “Remember, I’m the boss?” The cigar came to life as smoke started pouring out of Frank’s mouth. Frank took another pull from his cigar, inhaled and looked at Charlie. He exhaled the smoke straight into Charlie’s face. “I think it is time I start asking the questions. Sit.”

Charlie obeyed and sat back down. Charlie was starting to cough and Frank knew that was a good sign. It meant that some of the smoke went into his lungs. This made Frank smile with his fat cigar in his jaw.

Frank sat back into his chair with Charlie staring at him. Frank pulled on his cigar “So Chuck, do you like your job?,” Frank continued while blowing more smoke toward Charlie.

“Yes. And my name is Charlie,” he answered.

“Boy,” Frank blew more smoke, “you be honest with me. And I like Chuck more.”

“No Sir, I don’t. I hate my job. And I do prefer to be called Chuck anyways. I’m Chuck now.”

“That’s what I thought, Chuck. And that is why you are here for a new job? A new life?”

“No Sir, I’m here to…” Chuck stopped as more smoke was blown in his face. “I mean, yes Sir. I wish to become a mechanic. I want a new life.”

“My smoke and I can give you that. Do you know anything about cars, Chuck?” Frank continued his questioning while he enjoyed his cigar. Every time he exhaled, he blew the smoke in Chuck’s face.

“I do. Been working on cars since high school.” Knowledge of cars flooded Chuck’s brain. Charlie knew nothing about cars, but Chuck did.

“Did you go to college, Chuck?”

“No Sir. I didn’t even finish high school. Dropped out at 16.” As knowledge of cars filled his brain, everything he knew about accounting went away. Charlie’s memories about school and college were being replaced by new ones. New ones as Chuck.

“Good - I never finished school either. I thought it was a waste.” Frank was happy his smoke was haltering his soon-to-be employee. “You look like a mechanic. You work out?”

“Some Sir. But trust me, I enjoy my beer too,” Chuck replied. As he said this, his face grew a bit and his neck got a little larger. Frank thought he was starting to look more like a man and not a boy.

“When were you able to grow out your beard?” Frank blew a thick cloud of smoke.

“Started shaving when I was 13. Always been hairy.” As Chuck said those words, a short beard appeared on his face while his hair got shorter, as if the hair on top of his head moved to his face.

“And when did you start going bald, Chuck?”

“Probably around 16. Just embraced it at 18 and shaved it all off.” His beard grew larger and his head was completely bald.

“Well, good thing it suits a mechanic like yourself.”

“Yes Sir. Guess being a mechanic is in my genes.”

“I’d say so.” Frank took a deep inhale and exhaled the largest cloud of smoke toward Chuck. He knew the next questions would make the change permanent. “You like my cigar smoke, Chuck?”

“I do, Sir,” Chuck was breathing the smoke deep into his lungs.

“Do you smoke cigars, Chuck?”

“I do, Sir. Started when I was 16.”

“How’d you start, Chuck?” Frank was constantly exhaling more and more smoke into Chuck’s newly bearded face that will always smell of cigar smoke.

“Don’t you remember? I came here, looking for a job right after I dropped out. I always admired you. Wanted to be just like you. You said you only hire men, not boys. I said I am a man and you handed me a cigar. Told me to prove it and smoke it. Got hooked then and there. Been smoking them ever since,” Chuck said, eyeing Frank’s cigar.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Sorry I was the reason you become a smoker.

“Don’t be sorry, Sir! I love my cigars. I can’t imagine not smoking ever again. If anything, I should be thanking you,” Chuck said.

“Yeah, you should be thanking me,” Frank laughed. “Can’t believe I forgot hiring you after you smoked one of my cigars. Old men like me forget these types of things. Which is why I called you in here. I want you to take over my business when I retire.”

“Really, Sir?” Chuck replied in shock, “I would be honored.” As he said this, his business suit turned into a jumpsuit.

“I mean, you have been a good worker the past few years. You are like a son to me.” Frank stubbed his cigar out in his ashtray. “Just know that my business has some debts that you’d have to take on. Also, I expect to still be on the payroll after you take over. This is my life savings and retirement.”

“Wow, thank you Sir. You are like a father to me as well. I’d be more than happy to keep the family business going for you,” Chuck eagerly replied and stood up to shake his boss’s hand.

“We can hug it out,” Frank pulled Chuck in and hugged him. He noticed Chuck smelling his dirty and smoky coveralls. “Need a cigar, Chuck?”

“I do, Sir. You got me craving one after seeing you smoke. Been a few hours since my last.”

Frank walked to his humidor and pulled out two cigars. He cut them both and handed one to Chuck, who eagerly grabbed the lighter from his coveralls and brought the cigar to life. Chuck took a deep inhale. “Mmm, much needed. Well, better get back to work.” Chuck clenched the cigar in his jaw and said “Thanks for giving me just what I needed.” He then walked out of the smoky office, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.

As soon Chuck left the office, the phone on the desk rang. “Frank,” he answered with his cigar firmly clenched in his teeth.

“Hello Mr. Fuller! This is Laurie Buchanan with the IRS to notify you that an auditor by the name of Charlie Thompson will be stopping by this morning to ask a few questions. Will you be available?”

“Why yes Ms. Buchanan!” Frank exclaimed while taking his cigar out of mouth. “Charlie must have came early. He has actually already left. He said I gave him just what he needed and he is now long gone.”

“Perfect, Mr. Fuller. Do you have any questions?” the woman asked.

“Actually, I am about to retire soon and just hired a new employee who will be taking over the business. Is there a form I need to submit?”

After a lengthy conversation with Ms. Buchanan, Frank walked into the smoke filled shop. He smiled with his cigar. Chuck was working on the engine of a muscle car while smoking away. Frank noticed that Chuck must have already finished his first of many cigars as there was freshly lit one in his jaw. Frank thought Chuck was adapting to his new life perfectly; but to Chuck, this was the life he has ever known.

[mavrintarou]

Lord Namikaze Minato

Got it done in one part lol.

Warning: fluff & smut (my two combo)

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Y/n had only met Lord Namikaze Minato twice in her twenty-six years and the third time, it was on their wedding day.

She came from the Land of Iron. Natives from this country have distinctive emerald eyes and platinum blond hair with a tan complexion.

Their marriage was arranged at the young age of eight and are to be wedded when Y/n is the age of seventeen. However, it was repeatedly postponed due to Lord Namikaze.

Unlike all the other girls in her village, who married within the village or neighboring villages, she was the unlucky one who would be leaving her home for a new home that was thousands of miles away.

The last time she saw him, they were only barely pubescent. He had bright blond hair, blue-green eyes, and a lanky physique.

As she was leaving her home, she received congratulations, given that Lord Minato’s name is well-known beyond the Land of Fire. However, a few people also didn’t forget to warn her about him, as he is feared by all.

Only five other men, her maid whom she had known since she was a little girl, and Y/n herself, traveled almost three days before they reached the Land of Fire. Her family would leave as soon as her wedding was over and she dreaded each minute.

Finally, the moment arrived, and Y/n stood in front of the closed sliding door. On the other side were her new family and her future husband.

She took a deep breath, this was the last seconds of her being single and a member of the Land of Iron.

The door slid open and she shut her eyes tightly.

“Please welcome, Lady Namikaze.”

Her eyes opened and immediately met the blue-green gaze of Minato.

She swallowed, not expecting him to be right on the other side of the door from her.

Minato smiled and held out his hand for her, “come, my wife.”

Y/n blinked in confusion. After everything she had heard about this intimidating man, she couldn’t believe the person standing before her was the same one everyone described. He looked harmless, with his soft smile and bright hair.

She reached for his hand, her small handset in his much larger one.

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling her along with him.

Taking a step forward, her mind was resolute, as there was no turning back. From now on, she would be known as Lady Namikaze.

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Her maid sets the comb down, “are you ready, my Lady?”

Tightening her yukata, Y/n nodded and followed her maid down the hall, leaving behind the room where she stayed as a single woman and a guest.

Now, she is a married woman and must share a room, and a bed with her husband.

“My Lord, my Lady is here.” The Maid announced outside the door.

A quiet come-in can be heard from the other side.

The maid opens the door, giving Y/n a warm smile. “I will see you in the morning, my Lady.”

Y/n is greeted by the sight of her husband’s back as he gazes out the window. He slowly glances over his shoulder, prompting Y/n to quickly look down. He is dressed in a dark blue yukata, and his blond hair is still slightly damp from his bath. She hears the door click shut behind her, leaving her alone in the room with her husband for a few hours. “My Lord,” Y/n greeted quietly.

Since the age of twelve, she has been prepared and educated for this night.

The marital night.

She didn’t hear his footsteps at all, but a pair of bare feet stood in her line of sight. “Look at me please.” Her eyes slowly met his. “Minato,” he smiles, “please call me by my name.”

Y/n observed her husband. He is three years older than her, yet he looks more mature and older than her, yet at the same time, he has a soft innocent youth to him.

She didn’t dare, but if he was giving her permission to call him by his given name, she had no choice but to obey. “Okay,” she answered meekly.

Minato raised a brow slightly and he tilted her chin until she had nowhere to look but into his blue eyes, “are you nervous?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Minato.” He reminded.

“Yes… Mi – nato…”

His breath hitched; she barely missed it if it wasn’t for the dead silence in the room. He takes a step closer and leans down.

If Y/n was not mistaken, he was just as nervous as she was.

His lips paused centimeters away from hers, eyes searching hers – as if asking for permission.

Or teasing her.

Y/n closes her eyes, “please…” she breathed.

His lips press against hers gently before he moves his mouth over hers slowly and gently.

Minato’s eyes catch her tightly fisted hands and he grabs both her wrists, in which her palms loosened, and presses them against his muscular chest. She can feel the heat of his body through his yukata.

Her eyes shot open, wide and she was about to pull away, but he was faster. A hand shot around the back of her head and kept her from moving. Minato took this opportunity to slip his tongue past her lips and fully kiss her. His eyes shut as he moved his mouth eagerly over hers, increasing the pace of their kiss.

He felt her body relax and soften and it was the soft moan that pushed him over the edge.

Y/n squealed as she was hoisted off the ground and carried her to the futon she hadn’t noticed.

Minato laid her down gently and he held her gaze before asking, “do you trust me?”

Y/n should have said no, no she didn’t trust him but her heart spoke and her head followed.

She nodded and her stomach fluttered with tingles when he flashed her a charming smile.

“May I take off your clothes?” She nodded again and he spread both her knees apart, tugging the yukata open, and moved in between her legs. She was naked before him and he could feel his mouth water at the sight of her. His eyes drop to her core, and he feels his throat tightening.

His thumb gently grazes her slit before pressing down on her clit. “Have you touched yourself before?”

Y/n shook her head, teeth biting down on her lower lip. She was curious and other girls her age had told her about pleasuring themselves, but she was too embarrassed to do it.

“I… couldn’t bring myself to.”

Minato raised a brow at her confession. He bit down at the corner of his lower lip, content to hear that even she had never pleasured herself. “How come?” he inquired quietly.

“I didn’t want…” she looked away, cheeks blushing, “I feel like I would be cheating on my future husband if I touched myself.”

Minato refrained from smiling, he rubs light circles with her clit and smiles when her faint but sharp hisses escape her lips. “Yes, only I can touch you.” Sliding his thumb down, he slips it past her wet folds until the entire length of his thumb is embedded inside of her.

Her thighs widen naturally, and he can feel her walls sucking his thumb tightly.

“Shh, it’s okay…” he coos thrusting his thumb slightly in and out of her. When he felt she was able to, he switched to two long fingers, curling them against her hot soft walls. He started a slow pace before gradually increasing until his two fingers were sliding in and out of her, they plunge deep into her warm pussy.

Y/n panted, writhing against his fingers. She unknowingly realized her hips were moving, rolling. Was this what her friends were talking about? She covered her face, embarrassed as she murmured, “no… no… too much…”

With his other hand, he pulls his yukata loose and his cock is hard and ready.

Her eyes caught sight of his hand stroking his cock. “It’s… will it… will it fit?” she choked.

Minato hummed, a smile on his lips, “it will, but this first time you might feel uncomfortable, but you will become accustomed to it soon.” He pulls his fingers out and looks at them, satisfied at how glistening they were coated. “It is yours, just as your body is mine.

Y/n gasped watching him stroke his cock with the fingers that were just inside of her. “My Lord – “

Leaning down, Minato towers over her, “what did I say about calling me that?” His tone was teasing but strict. “I will punish you if you do not listen, hmm?”

“Minato,” she whispered, nodding her head in understanding.

He pecks her lips softly before fully engaging in a kiss. A distraction for her as nudged his cock at her pussy and thrust gently inside her, groaning as he struggled to impale her tight walls.

Minato couldn’t stop now. Never.

Even though her nails dug into his biceps, he took the opportunity to thrust hard until he was fully inside of her.

He broke off the kiss with a gasp, she was so tight he felt dizzy for a split second. “Y/n…” Her eyes widen as he calls her name, and at the same time, her walls tighten. “Relax…”

She inhales and exhales, listening to him as her body relaxes around him.

He groaned and slowly began to thrust in and out of her hot walls slowly.

Her soft cries mixed with his groans and that urged him to fasten his hips with deeper and harder thrusts.

He hiked her legs around his waist and pulled her up and together they sat in a lotus flower position. Her arms quickly wrap around his neck and with great ease, he lifts her easily and rocks her over his cock.

“Mina…” she whispered, hugging him close, chest pressing against his.

Minato’s teeth found the skin below her clavicle, and he sucked hard until a blooming red mark appeared before trailing elsewhere.

Y/n began to push at his shoulders, squirming away from him as her body began to tingle in an odd sensational way. “My L – Minato… please… no… I feel –“

He kissed her jaw, “you feel what, my wife? Tell me?” Calling her his wife had her walls tightening around his cock and he groans, “do you like that? Me calling you my wife?” He laid her back down and unlocked her legs from behind, spreading them wide as he rubbed the puffy nub that sent her arching her back instantly. “What do you like?”

He rubbed her clit in a circle, “do you like it if I do this?” his thrusts were shallow but deep as he pressed down on her clit, feeling her walls react to his doing.

“Please,” she begged, “no more… I don’t know this feeling… it’s… it’s weird…”

“It is pleasure you are feeling,” he whispered with a smile, “let go for me.”

Y/n’s body jerked and thrashed as he brought her to her peak and he followed seconds later, cumming hard deep against her walls. His body trembled as he filled her womb with his seed.

Her small hands grabbed his, stopping him from overstimulating her but he overpowered her, he wanted her body to shudder to his touch only.

She palmed her lower abdomen, “stop… too much… I feel too full…”

Listening to her cry, he stopped and pressed his forehead against her chest, in between her breasts. He took this moment to catch his breath.

The moment he set eyes on his wife when those doors slid open, all he wanted was nothing more than to make her his. Now she was and he was never going to let her go.

He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. Without withdrawing, he maneuvered her onto her front side and straddled her. He leaned over her, pushing her hair off her beautiful shoulders, he made a note to mark her shoulders. He wanted to taste and mark all of her.

Minato pressed his lips to her shoulder and reached to turn her head so he could look into her eyes. He’s always known her eyes were beautiful, but they look even more stunning with the glossiness in her eyes.

He acknowledged he pushed her to her limit. “I am sorry…”

He was not sorry he pushed her to her limit. He was sorry he had not done this sooner.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, “this is only the beginning, my wife.”

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Minato returned to Konoha and after giving his report to the Hokage, he immediately went home. He did not bother to stay and wait if the Hokage had any questions or when his next mission was.

He didn’t want to go on any mission any time soon. Or at all.

All he wanted was to go home to his wife.

Six months of being married has changed Minato’s life.

Before, going on long missions for more than a week was something he did not mind. He didn’t have anyone to return home to aside from his village. Which was why he was willing to take on the missions that normally required more time away from home.

But now that he has a wife waiting for him, being on a three-day mission was becoming challenging for him, let alone being away for more than a few hours. If possible, he would try and complete the mission as fast and efficiently as possible so he could return home to her.

He could not have imagined that marriage life would change him this drastically when work was and had always been his priority. And in less than a year, that had all changed.

He regrets the time they missed out due to his uncertainty and refusal to settle down.

When he was old enough to understand what it meant to be engaged and married by his parents, Minato voiced his opinions about his marriage, wanting to be able to choose his bride but there was nothing he could do, it was an arrangement made years ago.

The only way Minato was able to prolong his marriage was to continue to accept missions and advance up the Konohagakure’s military rank. However, he could only delay for so long before reaching the top rank, earning the highest military title, at which point his parents put an end to his stalling.  

At almost thirty years old, he finally accepted his fate and agreed.

He remembered Y/n during their younger days and recalled that she was pretty and cute. He would be lying if he didn’t wonder if she had matured into a beautiful woman.

Only a few times in Minato’s life had he felt nervous, and the day he was meeting his wife was one of them.

When the door slid open and on the other side revealed his bride, he had forgotten how to breathe.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Their first night was one he would never be able to forget. His desire only continues to burn for her each day afterward.

The lost time with her was none other than his fault, and it would be something he would regret but to look forward to, he would have the rest of his life with her.

Y/n, his beloved Y/n was his priority now.

He said the three words to her a month after being married.

“I love you, Y/n.” He knew it was coming out fast but they were genuine. He loves her, wholeheartedly. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t a bit disappointed when she didn’t return the words but reminded himself to wait, wait until she could see how much he loved her and would be patient for the day she returned those words to him.

The day came when he returned home from a mission that left him hospitalized. It was nothing life-threatening but to see her husband bandaged up made Y/n confess her heart.

Minato smiles to himself as he recalls that day, never forgetting that day, the day Y/n told him she loved him.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Minato patiently complied with the doctor as they wrapped bandages around his head. His right arm was currently being treated by a nurse as she gently put his arm in a sling.

He just wanted to see his wife but at the same time, he did not want her to see him in such a state. But it would also take a few days at most before he could look at least somewhat presentable and he couldn’t dare be away from her any longer.

“How long will it –“ Minato’s words were cut off when the frantic person at the doorway startled him. “Y/n?”

Her hands came up to cup her nose and mouth. From where he was, he could see tears building up in her eyes.

His heart raced fast and all he could see was his wife frozen at the door.

Letting out a deep breath, Minato called her name. “Come here,” he commands softly, wincing but holding out his left hand. When she didn’t make a move, he repeated more sternly, “come here, Y/n, or I’ll go to you.”

The doctor bandaging his head finished up his work and excused him and the nurse, leaving Minato alone with his wife.

Exhaling, Minato shifted to swing his legs off the bed when Y/n rushed over beside him, stopping him from moving further.

“Don’t move!” She cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. She sobbed silently to herself as her hands trembled, scared to touch him.

Y/n was in a state of panic and Minato knew what would shake her out of it. He reached for her, gently taking her by the jaw and forcing her lips to meet his in a deep, longing kiss. His tongue slips into her mouth and swirls with hers.

He pulls away first, breathing hard, “I’m okay. I’m okay, Y/n.” He assured, pressing his forehead against hers. His eyes searched deep into her emerald eyes. “I’m here, I’m okay.”

“You’re so hurt…” she whimpered, fresh tears dripping down her cheeks.

“I just look hurt, but I’m okay,” he smiles. “I didn’t want you to see me this way – “

“I love you!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. “I love you. I love you. I love you!” She choked back a sob, “I’m sorry it took you getting hurt for me to tell you that I love you. I love you. I have you for some time now but was too scared to tell you.”

Minato was dumbstruck at her sudden confession but his only free arm wrapped around her as he hugged her back. He leaned back, pulling her with him as he rolled them onto the hospital bed.

“You’re hurt!” she tried to push herself away from him but he tightened his hold on her. Telling her that if she moved away from him, it would hurt him more than anything.

“I missed you,” he buried his face into her neck. “I missed you so much, let’s just stay like this… please.”

Y/n found herself beneath him as he lay beside her. “I want your fingers in my hair,” he murmured against her neck.

He never knew the true feeling of relaxing until he married Y/n, and laying in her arms every night with her fingers running through his hair gave him a sense of relaxation he needed.

“Okay,” she whispered, doing as he requested. She turned towards him, hugging him and running her nails against his scalp.

“No more crying,” he murmured when he heard her sniffling.

She tried to stop her sniffling, but she only continued to keep crying. Her mind kept pushing negative thoughts in her head. “I could have lost you.”

There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could have kept him from returning.

“You’ll never lose me, Y/n.” He leaned back and blinked at her tiredly. The warmth of being in her arms and embrace was the only thing that made him sleepy. “I’ll always come back home to you. You are my home.” He pressed a kiss to her chin. “Say it again. Tell me again, Y/n.”

She looked at him confused.

“Say you love me, Y/n.”

Her mouth curved into his sweet favorite smile, “I love you, Minato.”

“I want to hear that every day for the rest of my life,” he muttered, slipping into a slumber.

Every day since then, Y/n would remind him daily, “I love you, Minato.”

The smile on his face vanished when he didn’t find his wife in her usual spot where she would be waiting for him. Where she always greeted him with the smile he so eagerly awaited. “Where is Y/n?” he asked Y/n’s maid who came to greet him.

She bowed her head and answered, “my Lady is napping in your shared chamber, my Lord.”

Minato frowned in confusion, it was midday. “She is napping?”

His servant smiled and their eyes twinkled, “my Lady has been more tired than usual, and she requires at least one nap throughout the day.”

It clicked in Minato’s head, and he hurried towards his wife.

He found her in a deep sleep, her right hand placed over her belly.

His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head.

The mission, originally estimated to take five days, was completed by him in three so he could quickly return home.

Had something changed in the time he was gone?

Shaking his head, Minato was about to leave his tired wife alone when she suddenly shifted, causing her yukata to loosen and open, her breasts almost spilling out.

Her chest was not bound.

Minato couldn’t draw his gaze away and when he finally did, he scowled at himself for having poor restraints.

But he had gone three days without her…

Kneeling, he leans over her and brushes her loose hair away. “Y/n,” he calls quietly. His finger trails along her jaw, to her neck, and brushes over her partly exposed collarbone before down the valley of her chest.

He tugs open her yukata, exposing her breasts at last. Her breath hitched when the cool air hit her nipples, hardening them.

Swinging his leg to straddle her but not putting an ounce of his weight on her, he leans down and swirls his tongue against a rosy bud that became hard instantly under his touch.

A smile spreads on his lips when he hears her moan and her breathing becoming heavy with her chest rising.

“Mina…” she called her fingers instantly threading through his gold locks. “You’re home?”

He releases her nipple with a pop and smiles, “Yes, I’m home.” He never realized how much he loved the sound of that.

“I missed you,” she reminded, “I love you.”

He moves to kiss her lips, “I missed you every second I was away and love you more every minute I’m away.”

“You must love me more than I love you now?” she teased trying to pull her yukata to cover her chest.

“No,” he said sternly, “I want to suck them.”

Her hand loosens and he pushes her yukata open again and suckles the other nipple.

When she hisses, he looks up at her with a raised brow.

“They’re… sensitive.”

Minato blinked, he didn’t think that he was any rougher than usual. “Sorry, my love,” he whispered and gently suckled and teased. “Is that why they were not bound?”

She nodded, watching him swirl his tongue, suckle, and nibble at her nipples. It sent prickling sensations down to her core. “Minato,” she said his full name and he froze before snapping his head, his brow knitting together. She let out a laugh and reached to soothe away the crease between his brow with her thumb. “I… I believe I have great news to tell you. I…” she exhales deeply, “I am with child, I believe.” She paused, watching his reaction. “But I’m – I’m not entirely sure just yet it's just that all the signs are there…”

Now she feels bad for getting his hopes up when she has not yet confirmed it.

“Ah!” She squeals when Minato rolls them over so she is on top of him.

Without speaking, he presses her into him, so her chest is buried against his face.

Y/n quickly tries to push off of him but he holds her still.

He gasped for air and shouted, “that’s the best thing I’ve heard!”

His head hits the futon with a thud and he closes his eyes, a beautiful smile on his lips. “I’m so happy, so happy…”

Y/n stopped struggling to push him off and just gazed at her extremely happy husband. “Does it please you that much that I might be with child?”

Without opening his eyes, he answered, “I never thought about becoming a father, but the thought of it now is the best thing next to being your husband.” His eyes open, and his blue eyes gleam with affection. “I am pleased to hear.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, “I hope it is true then.”

Minato cupped one cheek, “if it is not, we can still practice until we get it right.”

.

Y/n was indeed pregnant.

The family doctor estimated that she may be as far along as her body, which was just beginning to show physical signs.

Neither Y/n nor Minato had noticed it.

When the doctor finished, Minato pulled Y/n into his arms. “I guess we did not need to practice.”

Y/n buried her face into his chest and mumbled something he did not catch. He lifts her chin and stares into her eyes, “what is it, my love?”

“I still…” she blushed, “I still want to practice anyways.”

The corner of his lips curved, but he shook his head, “no, we must halt our practicing for some time. I do not want to put you or our child at risk.” He chuckles at her pout, “don’t pout, I won’t be able to resist and will grant you all your wishes. Just this one time, listen to me. We can practice all you want when it is safe.”

“We can practice other ways…” she muttered under her breath, jerking her chin away from his grasp.

Minato raised his brow, “if it is safe, I am willing to practice.”

She looked up at him with determination, “I can use my mouth?”

As if he was punched in the stomach by his wife’s words, he hisses and closes his eyes, calming himself down. “Y/n…”

“Please?”

All his sense of control goes out the window.

He closes his eyes and when he opens them again, they’re dark and dilated.

Y/n’s eyes remained locked with his as her hand trailed down his chest and rested above his crotch. When he made no move to stop her, she squeeze his cock, which have become alert.

“Please?” she repeated.

Her eyes sparkled in the light of the day and Minato knew he couldn’t ever refuse her. “Okay,” he answered quietly and breathlessly.

Minato leaned back on his hands and watched with amusement as his wife knelt beside him. She eagerly undressed him until his yukata hung open, his cock fully erect. Before he could react, she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock.

Groaning, his head rolls back. It was just the tip, she had only taken the tip.

He nearly exploded when she took more of him further into her mouth and began bobbing her head.

“Just – just like that…” he cooed, watching her and reaching over to brush her hair out of the way. He wanted to see how she was taking his cock into her mouth. “Wait,” he called and guide her lips off his cock. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

When she stripped off her clothes, he laid down flat on his back and instructed her to get on top of him. “I want you to feel good too,” he explained when she hesitated. “There won’t be any deep penetration but I can still make you feel good.”

Nodding, she swings over his face, settling on top of his face, and leans down over him. “Like – like this?”

“Just like this,” he answers, bringing her hips down onto his lips and begins devouring her pussy.

Y/n grasp his cock with both her hands and stroke him, trying to maintain her focus. She takes him into her mouth once again until she feels him hit the back of her throat and gag. She continues to bob over his cock. Her eyes glaze over his thick and muscular thighs. Running both her hands along his thighs, she grazes her nails against the blond hair.

Minato’s cock twitched inside her throat and she moans, sending tremors against his cock and down to his sacks.

She hears Minato growl before he hungrily sucks and slurps at her pussy and clit.

Y/n throws her head back, moaning, “Mina…” she strokes his cock that’s lubricated by her saliva. Fisting both her hands and stroking him fast. The faster she pumped him, the faster Minato sucked.

Her husband’s groan gave her the answer she needed and last minute, she wrapped her lips around the top of his cock to receive his orgasm.

His seed filled her mouth.

She moaned, in both delights of receiving his cum and cumming.

As soon as her high began to fall, she flipped over to lay beside him. Minato quickly towers over her. “My delectable wife… you need to tell me where you learned how to do that?” His eyes narrowed to the residue that escaped from the corner of her lips and growled when her tongue darted out to lick it away.

She smiles sweetly, “you taste delectable too, husband.”

Minato loves his wife’s boldness, even when it drives him mad. He squeezes her side, making her twist and giggle. “Tell me, where have you learned to please a man like that?”

“My friends!” She shouted, trying to escape from his fingers that tickled her. “Stop! No more!” she rolled away only to be pulled back against her husband’s naked front.

He nuzzles into her shoulder, “your friends?”

“Yes, my friends have consulted with me before I arrived here. They are married women and when I asked for guidance… that’s what they told me…” Y/n answered, she twisted until she was facing him. “You are my first for everything, my first and last.”

.

Tears fall from her cheeks as she stares up at her husband who proudly accepts his Hokage haori and slips it on.

The crowd cheers and applauds as Minato turns around and waves at the entire village from the top of the Hokage’s office balcony.  

Namikaze Minato is named the fourth Hokage of Konohagakure.

His eyes scan the crowd until they land on his wife who cradles the wrapped bundle in her arms, their daughter.

She smiles at him and mouths, I love you.

. . .

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[laurentidal]

Come Get Me

The sun was getting low when Ashley arrived at the motel. Her sister had called her in a panic. All she had said was that she was at the lakeview motel. “Come get me.” She sounded like she’d been crying.

She ran up the stairs and pounded on the door to Room 235. It swung open as if it hadn’t been properly latched, and Maura was inside sitting on the bed. She didn’t have pants on and she was staring at a blank spot on the wall like Ashley wasn’t even there. Immediately, Ashley feared that the worst had happened to her sister. She went and knelt at the foot of the bed and looked at Maura.

“I’m here, Mar,” she said. “What happened.”

Her sister looked down at her and kissed her hard on the lips. Ashley pulled back, shocked and confused, but Maura was fast. She stood and spun, pushing Ashley down onto the bed. That’s when the TV turned on, seemingly by itself. An enormous spiral filled the screen and lights pulsed and flashed within it. Maura held her from behind until her body started to relax. Words appeared and disappeared so fast that Ashley couldn’t read them, but neither could she stop trying.

When a second set of footsteps came from the bathroom, she hardly paid any mind.

Until she heard the voice.

“Maura got away from me earlier to summon you here,” the voice said. Ashley kept watching the screen. “I thought she’d ruined everything, but then I realized that she’d done me a great service. Now I can have both Belton sisters. Imagine my joy. Maura why don’t you sit beside your sister and continue your programming.”

“Yes, Master.”

The footsteps walked around to the door, careful never to stand between the sisters and the screen. Then the door opened and closed and there was total silence. How long, Ashley could not say. For her, there was only the screen: spinning and flashing. She was scarcely even aware of Maura beside her; only remembering when she began to chant “Obey” and heard another voice doing the same.

Finally, the door reopened and the screen went blank.

“There now. Nine hours of conditioning ought to be plenty for the moment. It’s a little after dawn. Time to go.

“Yes, Master,” they both intoned.

“Ashley, why don’t you complement your sister. Lose the top.”

“Yes, Master.”

She tossed her shirt and bra to the floor without a thought.

“Maura,” he prompted.

Maura kissed her again, and this time she felt the desire rise inside her and reciprocated. They were not sisters anymore. They were only Master’s playthings. They did whatever they needed to to please Him.

“Good girls. Let’s go home. I’ve got a fun day planned for us.”

“Yes, Master.”

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Touch Starved (🌶️)

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

You thought it would be terrible but your doe’s heat cycle has been an exciting time for the both of you. It was allowing new avenues for you and her to explore your likes and dislikes.

You found out how much Wanda just melts when you take on a more commanding yet tender role. And she found out how much you like it when she talks a little dirty.

During one make out session in your office, she found herself saying something she never thought she’d express.

The two of you were on your couch. She was a squirming mess under you as you kissed her softly and let your hands wander her body.

She was a panting mess, desperate for your touch at the time. It just spilt out from her lips. “F—k me my buck! F—k me.” She gasped that such words left her lips.

You briefly got up to give her a bit of space. “D-do you want me to?” You asked her gently with a shrug, “because I’m free for the rest of the afternoon.”

Wanda giggled and leaped at you. In between fiery kisses and shared laughs, you made sure that your door was locked, the blinds were down, and you happily obeyed her command.

You and Wanda found a slight dip in your time together recently. You and her were planning a barbecue dinner for your family, Natasha, Pietro, Dr Stephen Strange and a couple other hybrids. The planning and organizing had really been cutting into your time together, which can be rather difficult considering that Wanda was still in the mid-range of her heat cycle.

Wanda was getting antsy and kind of anxious the day of the barbecue. Wanda found herself fidgeting, trying to distract her mind with meaningful conversations with Pietro and Natasha. But her eyes wandered over to see you playing with the boys, her heart just about fluttered out of her chest. And then came the heat rising between her thighs. The quivering in her lip returned.

Why did you have to look so good playing rounds of football with her boys? The way the sweat glistened off of your brow in the setting sunlight. The way the sweat made your shirt to your skin in just the right way and places. Wanda needed you to take her now.

Wanda looked around. Any excuse to get you alone. She needed just one excuse. And then she found it: the empty cooler. Wanda couldn’t help but smile a little.

Natasha walked up to her, “hey Wanda, we need more—“

“Drinks!” Your doe said excitedly before hushing herself, “I know. Detka and I are on it.”

And with that Wanda ran over to you and took your hand. “Detka, we’re out of drinks.”

“We have more in the…”

“Cellar. I know.” She whispered in your ear, “I need my big strong buck to help me downstairs” she gave you a seductive wink.

You carefully composed yourself and followed Wanda into your house and down to your basement. All the while, both of you were checking to be sure that no one had noticed or was following.

Wanda descended the stairs. You quietly locked the door behind you and followed her down.

You were barely one foot off the last step when Wanda lunged at you. Her hungry kisses were only matched by the ferocity on display as she began fiddling with your shorts in between kisses and moans.

“Need. You. Now” she playfully growls in your ear.

Your hands tug and pull at her sundress straps. She practically yanks her dress down and jumps up, wrapping her legs around your waist.

You balance her against the nearest shelf structure. Her antlers knock over a couple cans and boxes but neither of you care.

“Thank you, detka” she desperately whines as you go to work, pleasuring and pleasing the goddess wrapped around you. “Thank you! Oh thank you!”

You keep at your task, making her sight and moan. A few of the same sounds escape your lips as your two souls collide and mesh like they were never meant to part.

“D-detka” she began to say, your pace becoming erratic and a frenzy of love and lust mixed together. “I-I’m…I’m gonna—!”

Wanda’s eyes shut tight as waves of pleasure engulf you both. Wanda throws her head back exposing her beautiful porcelain neck. You hungrily kiss her pressure point, causing a bigger moan to escape from your perfect doe.

You lived to hear that wondrous sound. Her eyes locked with yours as the two of you shared a glimpse of eternity together.

“Thank you, my buck” she replies, her voice both husky and tired.

“Anything for you, my doe” you kiss her tenderly, allowing yourselves to forget the world and everything else for a few precious minutes.

Natasha snickered as you and Wanda came back up from the basement with extra packs of Gatorade and cold water in your arms. Pietro could barely contain his laughter too.

“So how are the refreshments?” That brother in law of yours laughs before trying to take another sip

“Just perfect” Wanda purrs. Pietro nearly spit up his drink.

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🎀I Can Treat You Better Than He Ever Can, Love🎀

Simon Ghost Riley x fem Reader!

NSFW, MDNI !!!

Fem anatomy used

WC: 4.9K

As always, asks are open and every single interaction is so so greatly appreciated! I love u all 🫶

Enjoy loves 💗💗 !!!

You sat in the mess hall, picking at your lunch, your appetite gone for the day. You stared ahead at Konig, sat two tables in front of you. You also stared at the brunette woman sitting across from him, giggling like a fucking schoolgirl at his every word. You watched, your head searing with green, slimy jealousy as she reached over and grazed her fingers over his. Bitch. You muttered quietly, putting the lid on the lunch you had brought from home.

"Someone's got their knickers in a twist." The Brit came from behind you, his steps quieted as always. He sat across from you, blocking your view of the Austrian beast you had your heart set on. You groaned, slumping over in your seat. "What's on your mind, mate" He asks. You look up at him. His gaze scanned your face, landing on your eyes, looking between them. You shifted in nervousness, fiddling with the sleeve of your turtleneck. He was boring a hole into your skin, his eyes dark and strong. You wouldn't hesitate to obey him like a dog when he stared at you like that. But he wasn't the one you had your heart set on. At least not anymore.

Months ago, you and Simon found yourselves alone in a conference room, and you were hell bent on releasing the sexual tension that had managed to build between you both for weeks. He stood towering over you, eyes sliding down your body and undressing you with his eyes. You approached him hastily, running your hands up and down his face, slowly slipping your fingers under the hem of his balaclava. He softly grabbed your hands, lowering your arms back to your sides. You looked at him confused. "I...can't, love." He spoke, his voice close to a whisper. Your heart dropped into your stomach as he said this, your breathing growing strained. You felt the tightening of your throat, tears threatening to well. "I'm your Lieutenant. This won't end well for either of us. You know that." He said gently, hands still wrapped around yours. You parted your lips to speak, your bottom lip quivering with your sadness, turned to pure anger. "So...you led me on?" You asked him. His eyes go wide, instantly shaking his head. " What? No, I didn't lead you on. I never promised anything between us." He scoffed, pointing a gloved finger in your face. "Did you think that our little moments meant that I'd risk my entire career for you?" You looked at him stunned, and began backing away slowly, nodding your head in disbelief. He runs his hands over his face, sighing frustratedly. "Listen...I'm sorry. I didn't mea-" "Save it, Simon. Forget this ever happened. That we ever happened." You spat, throwing the door open and slipping yourself through it. He watched painfully as you left, the sting of rejection stabbing your core.

The memory jabbed at you as he looked at you, the lustful look in his eyes that night slithering its way into your head. You push the thought away. You and Simon agreed to forget it happened, to stay as friends. You didn’t want to raise suspicion to any of the higher-ups, so you carried on like normal. It took weeks, months to feel like you were over him. You dreaded seeing him everyday, avoiding him on missions and around base like the plague. But somehow, he managed to work his way back into your life as if nothing happened. You decided it couldn’t be that bad for you, if anything it’d help you get over him and see him as a friend and nothing more. At least, you did. "Nothing's wrong, Simon. I'm fine." You reply, looking up to meet his eyes again. "Doesn't look like nothin' ". He chuckles. “The way you’re starin’ at Jessie like you wanna curb stomp the poor lass” He says smugly. Jessie. You scoff, your cheeks burning red with irritation. “Does everyone on this base know her fucking name?” You stand to your feet, grabbing your bag and not bothering to trash the container with your untouched lunch. You make your way out of the entrance to the mess hall, your blood boiling with jealousy. What did she have that you didn’t? You roll your eyes, walking hastily to the elevator. You needed to get outside, breathe some air. You felt suffocated in that building, like every single person there was secretly out to get you, knowing your deepest and darkest secrets and hell bent on using them against you. You’d been having shit luck on the field, distracted by the two damning men who plagued your mind. You wanted Konig. Needed him. And while you were friendly while he was stationed on the base, he showed no signs of wanting anything more. And that broke you, making you want to rip the hair right out of your head. First Simon, now him. You couldn’t catch a break.

As you approached the elevator, you felt a strong hand grab your wrist, holding you in place. Without turning around, you could already tell who it was. The smell of his musky, warm cologne wafted up your nose, triggering the memories you had tried so hard to purge from your head. You turn slowly to meet his gaze, the rough pads of his gloves chafing the skin of your wrists. You twist your arm, trying to wring it out of his grip. “Simon, let me go. I’m not in the fucking mood for this.” You spat, slapping his hand. He very easily overpowered you, and he knew that. He stood there, not budging as his death grip grew stronger. “You’re hurting me, Simon.” You cry, feeling the suppressed emotions and frustrations starting to simmer as they threaten to wreak havoc on you. He lessens his grip, but he steps closer to you, now hovering over your face. You turn your face away from him, staring at the floor as you feel his breath heat your skin. “You don’t need to be jealous of her, you know. Konig is nothing special.” He says smugly, disregarding the pure anger written on your features. "He's a door opener. A useless fuckin' wannabe sniper. Why are you so broken up over 'im?" You pause at his words. Did he really need to kick you while you were down?

You glare at him, trying to free yourself from his grasp once more. He finally lets you go, and you waste no time in pressing the elevator button. You don’t respond to him, hoping that if you ignored him he might take a hint and leave you alone. As you listen to the elevator making its way to your floor, you feel Simon step closer and closer behind you. “Don’t ignore me. You can talk to me.” He says, his voice a low grumble. You stand your ground, pursing your lips and scoffing at him. He sighs behind you. The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. You step inside, pressing the button to the ground floor. You raise your head to meet his gaze, and he wastes no time in stepping into the elevator with you before you can close the door on him. “Come on. Stop being so stubborn. Why won’t you-” 

“Simon, the last time I confided in you about my feelings, you rejected me and led me to believe you cared when you couldn’t have given less of a shit about them. And now you want to act like you give a fuck about what I feel? Please, spare me.” You say sarcastically, shaking your head at him. He doesn’t break his gaze, but instead keeps his eyes on you, running them over your face. For a split second, his eyes land on your lips. You feel your heart flutter as you notice it, being that you wouldn’t have caught it if you blinked. You curse him in your head, knowing this would lead nowhere good. He was leading you on again, giving you false hope. He was conjuring old feelings that you were sure were buried deep in you. Sure, the memories manage to seep through once in a while, but ultimately -  he had you whipped- and he knew that. The way you wanted to drop to your knees and let him degrade you, wishing he’d slam you up against this wall and take you right in this elevator…all because he looked at your lips. You needed to get a hold of your feelings, and fast. You were sure you would lose control if he tried anything, and it made you feel less than. You lacked self control when it came to your feelings, leading you to be hurt many times. You lacked self control especially when it came to Simon. 

“Love…I..” He steps closer to you, and by God’s will, the elevator doors slid open. You rushed out, grabbing your car keys from your bag and speed walked out of the door and to your car. Your eyes stung against the winter air, flushing your cheeks. You fumbled with the keys, pressing the button to unlock the door before you reached it. The sun had begun to set, rays of sunlight beaming over your face. As you reached your car, you heard him approach behind you. You groaned, turning to face him. You glared at him, his eyes pleading with you to listen to what he had to say. Your head was spinning, not knowing what you wanted more: For him to leave you alone, or take you right there, fucking you so deep you could feel him in your guts. You stood there, watching him in silence. The wind picked up, pushing your hair into your face. He stepped forward, his face hovering dangerously close to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, not knowing how to react. Your mind constantly fought between pushing him off, telling him to fuck off and to quit these games of his, or just submitting to his every touch and letting the thoughts of resisting die in your head. “Please, just listen to me.” He says, running his hands up your arms. You gently shy away from his touch, shaking your head. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, Simon. You’ve said enough already.” You say, a slight tremor in your voice from adrenaline. You didn’t know why he was doing this, complicating the feelings for him that you had worked so hard to store away. Why was he doing this? Now, of all times, when you found yourself remotely over him and wanted someone else. 

“You’re right. I’ve said enough. You’re completely right about that.” He reaches up, brushing your hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. The rough material of his gloves scrape your cheek. You wanted them off, his bare fingers touching you instead. “You know what they say, darling. Actions speak louder than words.” He continues, slipping his fingers to the back of your head, a handful of hair entangling his hand. With his free hand, he slowly reaches up to his face, swiftly lifting the balaclava over his lips. You had never seen his face before, and it seemed like your world stopped spinning at the slight glimpse of his strong jaw. A discolored scar ran up his upper lip, ending right on top of his lip line. He parted his lips, his breath now hot on your face. Your breathing trembled as he dipped his head forward, clashing his mouth with yours. You whine into the kiss, your knees weakening under you. His grip tightens on your hair, his body pushing you into the back door of your car. You fumble with the handle, not breaking the kiss as his hand lands on your ass, roughly squeezing it through your pants. You get the car door open, and Simon groans into the kiss as he pushes you inside. You break the kiss, sliding into the backseat as he lies you down on the seat. He hovers over your face as you lie back on the seat, reaching behind him and slamming the car door. He wraps his hand around your throat, beckoning you to sit up with him. He kisses you again, aggressively shoving his tongue in your mouth, groaning into you. The taste of him on your lips was enough to drive you absolutely feral, wanting more of his taste on your lips. He pulls you onto his lap, squeezing your hips as you straddle him. You moan softly as you grind your hips against his, the fabric barrier frustrating you and causing a wetness to pool between your thighs. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to diminish the very thing that held him back from being inside you already. You reached down, palming at his growing erection. He groaned into your mouth, throwing his head back at your touch. “I need you, love…don’t know how fucking long I’ve needed you.” He breathes, his grip on your hips growing stronger. 

“Please…Simon. J-just fuck me already.” You moan softly, raising your hand to claw at the collar of his shirt. He wastes no time in ripping it off like it was on fire, throwing it onto the car floor. He sits up, leaning you backwards as he undoes his belt. His jeans were uncomfortably tight around his crotch at this point in time, his shaft painfully pressed against his balls. He groans as he slides his jeans down to his thighs, rolling you off him to get them off the rest of the way. You watched lustfully as you started ripping your own clothes off, desperately yearning for his touch on your bare skin. You’re left in nothing but your panties, the cold draft rising goosebumps on your skin. After sliding his jeans down to his ankles, he leans over to grab you by the hips, dragging you onto his lap once more. He snaked an arm around your waist, keeping you close to him. You’re unable to move, your nipples grazing his toned chest. The sensitivity of your hardened nipples causes a jolt to run through you, letting out a soft whine at the skin to skin contact. He notices your sensitivity, resulting in a low chuckle to rumble out of his lips. He smirks, staring at you mischievously. You let out a yelp, trailing off into a pleasured moan as he pinched your right nipple, dipping his head forward and taking the other in his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud, causing pleasure to shoot straight into your core, ecstasy flowing through your blood. “You sound so fuckin’ sexy, love. Keep going.” 

You continue to moan as you arch your back against him, taking more and more of your breast into his mouth. He leaves hickies on the soft, silky skin of your breasts, leaning back to look at his handiwork. He suddenly stops, beckoning for you to turn your back to him. You do as you're told, turning around on his lap with your back facing his chest. He slowly runs his hands down your thighs, opening your legs and placing a foot on each of his knees so you’re wide open for him. He grabs and palms at your thighs, resting a hand right over your pussy, slick with arousal. He chuckles as he feels how slick you are, leaning down to kiss your neck, whispering against your skin. “Look how goddamn wet you are for me. You’re just a little whore, yeah?” He whispers, slapping your pussy with an open palm, causing you to yelp. “You know I’d treat you better than he could, don’t you, love.” He asks, saying it more as a statement than a question. You nod, throwing your head back onto his chest as he slips a finger into your panties. He drags a finger from your hole to your clit, sliding it up and down painfully slow. “Oi, use your words, princess.” He demands, stopping his finger, making you whine out of desperation. “Y-yes! You can treat me better than he can, Simon.” 

“Good girl.” He continues sliding his finger between your pussy lips, the lewd sounds of your slick permeating the air. He lifts you by your hips, as if you weighed nothing to him. You feel him positioning the tip of his cock over your panties, swollen and leaking with precum. You buck your hips in need, your head rolling around on his chest. He chuckles deviously, moving your panties to the side as he exposes your clit to the chilled air. “Tell me you want it, love. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you until your screamin’ my name so loud the fuckin’ windows shatter.” His gruff voice sends a chill down your spine, a predatorial lust laced in his tone. You part your lips to speak, your breath hitching in your throat as he slides his tip between your slick folds, causing a groan to escape his lips. “I want it so bad, Simon. I want you so bad. P-please.” You beg, barely able to get your words out as he uses your clit to smear his precum all over your cunt, both of you now wet with each other’s juices. You moan softly, holding back the scream of desperation you so badly wanted to let out. “Good fuckin’ girl. You want my cock in you that bad, aye?” He says, a grunt following as he lines the tip with your hole. “Y-yes! P-please, Simon.” You beg, bucking your hips forward. You feel how big he is already, throbbing and thick, hard like you’ve never felt before. You widen your legs, trying to lower yourself onto him. He holds you up by your hips, stopping you from taking what you need. You whine, your clit throbbing and swollen with need. “Needy fuckin’ girl.” He chuckles, pushing into you further. You both groan, your delicate moans soft and silky compared to his guttural, manly grunts. He lowers you onto him slowly, bucking his hips ever so slightly. He seemed to be holding back, and that frustrated you. You tried to push against his hands once more, trying to suck in just one more measly little inch. He exhaled sharply, suddenly wrapping a strong hand around your throat. 

“Quit bein’ so fuckin’ greedy, love. You’re like a bitch in heat for Christ's sake.” He says, the grip on your throat growing as you struggle to breathe. You take the lack of his other hand to stop you for granted, smugly pushing yourself down on him further. You smile triumphantly, feeling the electricity flow through your core. He groans in your ear, tightening his grip on your throat. Your air flow restricts, and you couldn’t have cared less. He was almost inside of you completely, and you could feel resistance as you struggled to take him. Catching his breath from the unexpected death grip your pussy had on him, he speaks. “I was tryin’ to take it slow for you, impatient fuckin’ slut.” He says, raising a hand to your face, landing an open palmed slap to your soft skin. The pain stung you so deliciously, making you giggle with delirium. Simon scoffs behind you, astonished at how absolutely filthy you were. “If that’s how ya wanna play it, love. Fine with me.” He says, and before you got the chance to hear an explanation, he slams into you all in one go, the throbbing tip of his cock pushing past the spongy wall that hadn’t been touched in quite a while. He begins to thrust his hips upward, plowing into you as if there were no tomorrow. You yelled out, your sounds a mixture of pained yells and lustful moans. His hand still had quite of a grip on your throat, causing your face to grow a deep shade of red as he fucked you. Noticing your lack of airflow, he lets go of your neck. 

He struggles to get his cock in you all the way, causing him to slow his pace. He groans in your ear as you grip his cock like a vice. 

“Relax. Let me in, baby.” He brings his fingers up to his mouth, spitting into them. He wraps an arm around your front, resting his lubed fingers on your clit. As he draws wet circles on your clit, your walls flutter and spasm around his dick, allowing him further entry. He lets out a low chuckle, continuing to rub your clit, the lewd sounds of him spreading his saliva between your pussy lips bouncing off the windows. “Gotta show the girl some love for her to open up to me, right, lass?” He says, his accent thick on his tongue. You nod, letting out a string of slurred “mhmms” as he continues loving on your clit. He starts to pump into you again, grunting and moaning in your ear. He curses, throwing his head back as he fucks you. Your heels dig into his knees, hoisting yourself up as you throw yourself down on him in sync with his thrusts. This seems to incapacitate him, ripping the thoughts right from his head. Your tits jiggle with every thrust, your hair hanging down and brushing against his face. He adores the view of you, trying your hardest not to cum as he pounds the spot that drives you nuts without missing a beat. The steady rhythm made you feel like you haven’t felt ever before, coming close to your end quicker than you ever had. His dick was working brutal magic on your walls, his fingers lovingly caress and flick at your clit. The mixture of feelings soon became too much for you to handle. You clenched against him, the sounds of your inner slick coating his cock turning you on like never before.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” He leans down, whispering into your neck. You nod furiously, eyes tearing up at the absolute love he was playing on your clit with. As if it were his own cock, feeling your pleasure ripple through you and into his blood as he touched you. In this moment, you knew. He had you. There wasn’t any escaping him after this, and there was no escaping your feelings any longer. The unsettling yet comforting feeling made your core tighten, conjuring an orgasm so strong, you’d prove to him with direct evidence that you were his, and no one else's. 

“ ‘m gonna cum, Simon. ‘m gonna cum” You slur, pressing the back of your head into his chest. “Cum for me, baby. I want you to fuckin’ cum all over my cock. You beautiful fuckin’ whore.” His words send you over the edge, a warmth rushing straight to your clit, spraying his hand with your squirt as you yell out, your eyes stinging with tears as you had never felt anything so. fucking. intimate. Your walls pulsate around him, your thighs instinctively trying to close themselves at the overstimulation. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. Simon wraps his hands around your thighs, prying them open with a strength you didn’t know he had. Simon seemed to enjoy your orgasm as much as you did, and it seemed that he got off more on watching you absolutely crumble at his touch. You knew it was something predatorial, but you chose to enjoy it anyway. As your walls fluttered and tightened around him, his grip on your thighs moved to his fingertips, leaving dark red marks in its wake. You knew he was close, and you didn’t want to admit that the thought of him filling you up with his seed, made you go feral. You continued bouncing yourself on him, his face now buried in your hair as he cursed and moaned. He was no longer bucking his hips at a rhythmic pace, now sloppily pumping into you as your cunt did its work on him. “Fuck, baby. I’m so fuckin’ close.” He gripped your thighs tighter, causing you to wince at the pain. It felt as if he was trying to rip your flesh open with his fingers, the feeling of your hot, squelching walls, fresh from an orgasm driving him to insanity. You smile as he continues moaning nasty nothings in your ear. 

“Gonna breed you, make you mine… forever.” 

“You’re mine now, do you understand that?”

“You won’t ever think of fuckin’ another man when I’m done with you. Do. You. Understand.” 

“Do you think Konig could fuck you like this? Didn’t think so, baby. Fuckin’ pathetic.” 

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine - fuuuuckin’ hell” 

You keep a steady rhythm, rolling your hips onto his cock as the heels of your feet dig into his knees. He lets out a long guttural groan, breathing heavily against your hair. You feel his cock throb inside of you, his seed filling you to the brim of leaking. You feel some of him slip out of you, dribbling down your hole and onto your asscheek. He thrusts into you slowly, fucking his seed back into you. You belonged to him now, and God help any man who so much as looked at you the wrong way. You both stay connected inside of you for a minute, breathing into the air. The windows of the car were now fogged up, the chill making its way across your skin as you curled up in his lap. 

“Mine. All fuckin’ mine”.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ 

Simon’s lips curl into a grin as he slides your panties down your legs, balling them up in his hand as he tucks them into his pocket. You scoffed at him as you dressed yourself, still feeling the warmth of him drip down your walls. 

“What would the team say if they found out you’re a panty stealer?” You ask, teasing him as you slip your shirt on. 

“Well, depends on who it is. Soap’ll definitely beg for a whiff.” He says, your jaw dropping open. You smack his chest playfully. He grabs your hand, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you gently, a great difference from how he’d been kissing you earlier. 

“Feelin’ better, love?” He says, breath hot on your lips. 

“Very much so.” You chuckle. You look at his lips, wondering what else was behind that mask of his. You look back and forth between his eyes, slowly reaching your hand forward, pulling the hem of his balaclava. “Let me see you, Simon” You say gently. He wraps his hands around your wrist, not stopping you, just holding you. You see a glint of nervousness in his eyes as you pull it from his head. You smile as your eyes scan over his face. His blonde hair sat messily atop his head, his features all coming together to make the most strikingly beautiful man you’d ever seen. His breathing grows heavier as he sees your reaction, seemingly releasing a breath he’d been holding. He smirks at you, slowly bringing your hand to his face. You caress his stubbled cheek, running your fingertips along his strong nose, crooked from multiple breaks. You softly run your fingers over his lips and jawline, your eyes lidded with lust. The way he looked back at you, confirmed everything you’d been trying to prevent yourself from believing all these months. “If you felt the same way about me, why did you…?” You start, tears stinging your eyes. 

“Things were complicated, love. Or not, I don’t know. I was a coward. You made me a coward.” He admits, a somber tone to his voice that you never expected to hear from him. He was usually a humorous, flat-toned man who expressed himself with silence, or witticisms, and there was no in between. The moment felt fragile, as if it would shatter if you spoke too loudly. You smile at him with shaky lips, a tear falling down your cheek. “All this time I thought…I don’t know, I thought you hated me too much to want to fix it.” He continues, swiping the tear from your face with his thumb. You felt as if you spoke you would break, so you kissed him. He breathes heavily into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your body. “I’m not good at this, love. But, you make me feel ways I thought were never possible for someone like me. And I promise, with every fiber of my being…I’ll never let this go. I’ll never let you go. No matter how hard you try and run from me.” He says, breaking into a smile at the last words. You smile at him, slipping your fingers through his blonde locks. His eyes gaze into your soul, his words settling into your heart, engraving themselves in stone. 

“I hated seeing you so broken up over that prick…I guess it fueled me to be better. To be better for you.” He says, resting his head in your hands. 

“I only wanted him as a rebound, Simon.” You say, a sly smirk on your face. He scoffs at you, raising his head to meet yours. His smile was still so new to you, enough to make you crumble at his feet without shame. “You’re a damn minx, you know that?” He says, a soft chuckle escaping from his lips. “You don’t have to worry about that useless bloke anymore.” He continues, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek. “I can treat you better than he ever can, love”.

[mushies-stories]

Desperate 18+ drabble.

Aki and Denji come home and desperately need you.

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, creampie

SMUT BELOW

Aki

The moment you heard the door open you went to greet Aki, he had been away for days and all you wanted was to be in his arms again. “Welcome home Aki!” you smiled as he wrapped you in a tight hug. 

“Missed you too.” he mumbled into your hair, not letting his hold on you loosen. 

“Aki? Something the batter?” you questioned. He only nodded but kept his hold still. “Is there a reason you won't let me go? I want a kiss.” you said, trying to wiggle free. With a soft huff Aki’s hands came down to rest on your hips, he looked down at your eyes darker than normal and he looked tired. “You okay? You looked tired.” he said with concern. 

“More than tired, but there is something more important than that on my mind right now.” he said and before you could question what he meant he was leaning down and connecting your lips as he guided your back against the wall. The kiss started out gentle but quickly turned feverish, needy. As his tongue explored your mouth he began to softly grind into your core. His cock already hard in his pants, restricted and twitching as he attempted to ease it with the little friction. Pulling away for air Aki leaned his forehead against yours, looking you in the eyes. “I can't wait, I need you baby, need to fuck your perfect pussy.” he confessed, face tinted red and eyes blown with lust.

Your own face beginning to redden, being fucked by Aki as soon as he got home? It wasn't like you were going to say no. You looked up at him through half lidded eyes and started to undo his belt for him. However that basically just triggered him into action. Gripping your thighs he picked up and stepped into the kitchen then set you on the small counter top. Undoing the rest of his pants he almost hissed when his throbbing cock made contact with the air. You felt the wetness in your pussy begin to pool in your panties at the sight. 

Aki held his cock in one hand as he slid your dress up around your waist. “Spread your legs for me baby.” he commanded and you obeyed. When he saw the spot of arousal staining your panties his cock twitched in his hold. Moving your panties aside he ran the head of his cock through your folds before sinking the head of his cock into your waiting hole. “So good to me baby, dripping and ready for me.” he praised as his cock slowly sank into you, bottoming out. 

Aki could only manage to wait for you to adjust before he lost it, no longer able to hold his composer he fucked into you at a desperate pase. He held your hips so firm you were sure to see the marks in the morning. “Aki aaahaa~ so good, so full.” you babbled, head spinning from how deep and hard his cock is fucking into you, arms around his neck to keep yourself upright. 

Aki almost let out a deep groan when your legs came to wrap tightly around his hips, forcing him even deeper. His head was in the crook of your neck with his eyes squeezed shut, wanting to feel your sweet walls milk him. He thankfully didn't have to wait long as your walls began to flutter around him and a loud breathy moan graced his ears. “That's it, cum for me, cum on my cock baby.” he encouraged. Your legs locked around him as you came, holding him deep as your pussy clamped around him. Your sweet sounds mixed with his desperate breathing filled the air as his seed spilled into your still twitching cunt. His cock fully seated in your hole you felt so full you could only lay your head back against the cabinets and hold into Aki for grounding as you caught your breaths. 

You smiled as Aki slowly looked up at you, a hint of a blush still gracing his cheeks. You took his pony out and watched his hair fall around his face. His cock still stuffed in your pussy slowly softend. He leaned back and came to stroke the hair away from your sticky face. He loved the face you made when he finally pulled out. Brows knitting together and a pout forming on your lips. “Oh don't pout, I'm just getting started.” Aki ashered you with a devilish grin. 

Denji

Denji had a particularly rough few days. Back to back mission with Kishibe had left him drained and ready to just come home and be in your sweet embrace. 

Groggily he walked into the small apartment and stumbled through the dark hallway to your room. It was late and you were probably fast asleep. He slowly opened your door and slid in, being careful to not make a sound when he shut the door behind him, the room was partially illuminated by moonlight. Throwing his shirt over his head and to the ground he pushed the covers back and slid in behind you. You stirred at the weight and turned around when you felt his arms snaking around you. 

“Denji.” he could hear the sweet smile in your voice as you cuddled into him, head on his chest and a leg coming up to tangle in his. “Denji, I missed you so much.” you said sleepily with a small kiss to his jaw. 

That made Denjis dick twitch in his jeans. You always made him flustered with your sweet words and gestures and being away from you for so long didn't help. He leaned his head down and brought a hand up to tilt your head up to meet him, his lips pulled you into a quick needy kiss before he pulled away with a soft groan. “Baby, you always make me need you, I've been away for sooo long now I'm all hard…” he said dramatically, secretly meaning it. His cock was growing tight in his jeans with you simply being so close. When you giggled at his dramatics he flipped you enough so he was leaning over you and between your legs. He leaned down and nipped at your neck while grinding into your clothes pussy. “See baby? You do this to me so easily.” he confessed with a soft sigh at the friction. 

Your own mind is slowly becoming hazy as his touch overwhelmed your still tired brain. You easily got lost in his touch, his teeth grazing and sucking your neck. You slowly slid your hands between your bodies and tugged at the hem of his jeans. “Denji, help.” you asked shyly for him to take his pants off. 

Needing no more prompting than that he was undoing his jeans enough to let his cock spring out, erect and ready. He slides your shorts down and throws them to the ground before coming back to you and connecting your lips again in a heated kiss. He wasted no time in sinking into your pussy. You were thankful Denji made you wet so easily, you didn't want to wait either. You moaned into the kiss as Denji rocked his hips into at a steady pace, letting you both adjust. Releasing your lips he picked up his speed and fucked into you with pure desperation. 

You slid a hand down to your clit and rubbed small fast circles, letting sweet soft moans of praise out as Denji leaned his head in the crook of your neck. “Denji, soo good. Plee~ease faster Denji-Aah.” you moaned and begged for him and spurring him on. His hips snapped into you relentlessly, his soft groans and shaky breaths sending tingles to your core and causing your pussy to clench around his cock.

“Fuck, baby im goi-going to cum.” Denji almost whined.

“Me t-to, Denji so good!” you babbled as his thrust never slowed down, his cock hitting deep and soon you were filled with a warm liquid that sent you over the edge. Whimpering and holding onto Denji you arched back, moans and whimpers falling from the two of you. 

It took you both a moment to catch your breaths before Denji could move and pull himself out of you. you whined and closed your legs immediately. “What's wrong, does it hurt?” Denji is confused at the reaction, he's never come inside of you before but tonight his need overtook him. He hadn't even thought about pulling out tell he was already dumping his load into your tight pussy. 

You shook your head and let out a soft giggle. “No it feels so good in me, I don't want it to leak out.” you admitted. 

And like that Denji was ready for round two or three.

[solbaby7]

Make You Feel My Love

pairing: azriel x reader

[ part 2 to Make You Feel Something ]

warnings: sexual tension, possible sexual descriptions, not intended for readers under 18, swearing, best friends who fuck, possible typos

summary: Late nights and dim lights with a Shadowsinger who bares it all when it comes to you.

[part 1 ]

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Practice makes perfect.

At least that’s what you told yourself every time the sun would set and Azriel came strolling through the doors of your bedchamber. He’s grown rather confident as a muse, such perfect features translating on dozens of pages in your sketchbook and countless canvases with him draped over the throne or laid out in a field of flowers. Two of them were a set, a close enough depiction of the shadowsinger in a spring, water up to his chest and inky hair dripping over his forehead—he looked peaceful, like the world hadn’t yet taken a piece of his soul. Most were divided between the two of you; stolen slices of sunshine and bargained bits of darkness hung proudly on his walls, even the nude one had its own home in his closet. “Where do you want me?”

“On the bed.”

He raises a brow, a smirk growing in the corner of full lips but he obeys. “Skipping right to the fun parts, are we?”

“Not this time,” You state firmly, arms crossing at your chest and putting your foot down. “I have three sketchbooks filled with half-finished pieces because you and that silver tongue of yours.”

“You’ve never complained about it before.” Azriel plops onto your bed face down, arms curling under the same pillow he was burying his face in. “Why don’t we do this in your room more often? I’m sure sitting for hours will be much more bearable with the smell of you surrounding me.”

“We stopped doing that because you kept falling asleep.” You’re not even facing him, bare feet smacking against the hardwood floors as you dragged over a chair and the small side table beside it. The soft blue book you pull out is far more intricate than any of the others he’d seen you use before, a special set of charcoals were pullout and sharpened. Stained fingers smear at the page, giving a rough base to sketch upon and Azriel finds he falls in love with the messy ponytail you pull your hair into each time before you’d started.

Azriel made a little noise, humming into the comfort of your sheets after shrugging off his shorts; no underwear this time. Just endless miles of hard muscles and giant wings that settled into the soft fabric of your duvet. “Even better, I’m quite handsome when I sleep.”

“You snore.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Is it? Shall I ask Rhys to join us? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind poking around in my head to help confirm.”

It was a harmless taunt; one he probably still wouldn’t have laughed at even when you were just friends. But now—this. The late nights and early mornings laughing about nothing, fingers smeared in whatever medium you’d chosen to use that time. Sometimes it would lead to more; feverish mouths molding against one another, your fingers tracing at bare skin while Az’s greedy hands tug off your clothes. Soft promises branded at your flesh each time your bodies connected, shadows in a frenzy, touching the places his hands couldn’t get to but he swallows every moan, every blissed out whimper until he was full off you and the air you breathed.

Other times were softer, two friends bonding over something they didn’t have to share with others. A reprieve from expectations; a place where Azriel bared his body and allowed another to find a beauty in him he had yet to see. “You wouldn’t dare—you’d get too jealous having someone else looking at me the way you do.”

“Maybe, I’ll just think of a different memory; of me before a mirror with my hands between my thighs.”

It’s too easy to push the right buttons; amber irises peering at you over the plush pillow beneath him, wide shoulders tense and body half covered by the sheets. “That’s not funny.”

You’re already sketching the outlines of the bed frame, the mattress and the crinkled pillows. Rough outlines of a figure beginning to form before your very eyes as you continued, fresh linen sheets, a thick duvet that smelled of you bunched low at Azriel’s waist. “I wasn’t laughing.” He shifts in bed, hair messy and gaze darkening when taking you in; giving you time to change your words. “You moved.”

“Take it back.”

“Why?” You poke harder, amused grin plastered on your face. “You jealous?”

To your surprise, Azriel nods; just once but it’s enough to have your stomach doing flips. “I don’t like the thought of someone else seeing you like that—someone that’s not me.”

The movement doesn’t alter the direction of the sketch too much and the way he rests on his side, upper body propped up by one strong arm while the other rested over his stomach and he’s not as awkward with his hands anymore—allowing them to just be. You don’t dare look in his eyes, fearful of the secrets he’d lure out of you and you linger around areas that have already been completed. The strong lines of his waist, the dark trail of hair, the muscles of his abdomen that seems to flex slightly when your stare lasts a beat too long. “That your way of telling me not to be seeing other people?”

“Have you been seeing other people?”

You try to ignore the fire that burns in your belly at the jealously he openly displays and your hand pulls away from the paper, a brow raised in question. “Have you?”

It’s difficult to maintain eye contact under the intensity of such a rich gold and you’re fairly certain he can hear the way your heart thuds in your chest. This was the closest either of you had gotten to verifying what it was you were doing and suddenly the warmth from the fire is entirely too much. A finger hooks under the neckline of your shirt, tugging gently in a motion that Azriel doesn’t miss, tongue darting out to wet his lip. “I think we both know the answer to that.”

True.

It wasn’t like he had the time to juggle another woman between all of his responsibilities and spending every spare second sneaking off into whatever room was empty for a few minutes of skin on skin, mouth to mouth and tongue sliding over tongue. “Maybe, I want to hear you say it.” It comes out a little shy, head tilting to the side to rest against your hand and shadows twist up your ankle, around your calf and over your knees. They stop at your thighs, the cool sensation almost resembling the pressure of hands when they tease at the hem of your sleep shorts. “Az—“

“You have to hear the words?” The shadowsingers voice goes devastatingly low, unbearably taunting; luring you in and daring you to bite. Play with me. His shadows seem to croon, tracing letters in your skin too gentle for you to decipher but the heated stare greedily feasting on your reactions is a big enough clue. “Can you not feel it in how I touch you? How I handle you?” The cool pressure creeps past the silk of your shorts, fleeting touches grazing spots that needed more before they dart off to the next. “Is it not clear when I look at you?”

“Azriel—“ It comes out breathless, bones melting to nothing in the cushions of the couch. “The drawing.”

“Who’s stopping you, sweet thing?” The shadows do the work for him, raising the charcoal back in your grasp while the other extends out your sketchbook. “I’ll keep still while you finish.”

A double meaning in the best case.

No doubt, this was his payback for making him spill his load in your hand like some teenager still learning their bodies.

His shadows are relentless, memorizing every curve and branding their touch in their wake. Focusing is near impossible, hands shaky and breathing choppy when forcing yourself to relax; to continue drawing the tortuously beautiful body before you. Az smirks when you pause, throat bobbing with a swallow when you feel the cool caress graze your chest, teasing over peaked nipples. You can feel him following your every move, every drag of pencil to paper; a few of the lines are less than neat but you can’t find it in you to care when Azriel’s attention on you is so addictive. “Can you feel it now?”

“I’ve always felt it, Az.” There’s such vulnerability laced in your tone, eyes trained on your paper; copying the furrow of his brow, the straight line of his nose, the plush of his mouth. “Just need to hear you say it.”

There’s a brief pause; enough time to sign the page and neatly put your utensils away but instead of tearing the page free like usual, you shut the baby blue book and tie it tight. “I want you,” He confesses when you stand, your back is to him and the words come out so quiet you barely hear it. Your body stills and your soft inhale of breath is encouragement enough for him to keep going. “—as more than just friends.”

A slow glance over your shoulder, book still in your grasp and now you’re definitely sure he can hear your heartbeat—everyone in the whole damn city probably could. “Yeah?”

He nods, a smile creeping in the corner of full lips at the way you’re looking at him and Azriel shifts to make room when you move closer, hands and knees sinking into the mattress when you sit yourself on top of him. “I want to kiss you in front of people,” Warm palms dips under your shirt, strong hands gripping at your sides with the most perfect pressure when explores the shape of you. Az lets a pleased sound rumble in his chest at the way you fall into him, allowing him access to a body he’d laid claim to long before he’d ever even touched you. “And have a cheesy picture of your face hanging up behind me in my office.” A blush fans, soft laughter filling the room but inside your screaming; on top of the world with no plan on how to get down. “Just want you. Only you.”

His hands keep trailing higher, pausing at the curve of your breasts and his pupils go wide when you grind down on him, pulling the shirt clean off and throwing it somewhere behind you. “Then have me, I’m yours. Only yours.”