#damn his sleeping primal brain

[oldmandroid]

💦 (human!Hank with android Connor, cause I don't think android Hank can dream xD)

Wet Dreams || Accepting (posting on Sinday only)

@adventures-written : Connor

[ 🥃 ] Hank was just a tad drunk by by the time he was willing to admit the wet dream he had. Even thinking about it now, a sharp twinge of sexual desire tightened in his stomach. It's not that he'd ever consciously thought of Connor like that--but apparently the closeness they have been developing was producing some.... interesting subconscious thoughts in Hank's mind. He couldn't help it--Connor was stupidly handsome, cute even. Whoever designed him really was trying to break hearts, turn heads, and apparently, give people wet dreams.

"I dunno. I was just trying to get some relief, I guess? In the dream, I mean... Home alone, I thought--something random on the TV that I wasn't really paying attention to. Wasn't really thinking about nothing, either, but I was dreamin' this anyway, so who knows?"

The lieutenant took another drink from his glass of whiskey and set it down carefully, licking the sharp flavor from his lip before he continued. "Just doing my business, eyes closed and just relaxing... Then, I--He was there. I felt the cushion dip a little as his knee pressed down on the couch and his hand on was mine. It wasn't... cool or anything like I thought it would be. Nah, just.. like a regular hand, couldn't even tell the difference other than it wasn't mine."

"Dream logic or something, but he knew exactly how to do it, too. Just the right way to get me so far gone I remember I was squirming on the couch, clinging to it and him like I was drowning. He was so close to me, too, talking dream nonsense, probably, but I wasn't paying attention. I remember being so close I was about to lose my mind but-- He fucking stopped and at first I was pissed, what a fucking tease, Connor--! Then it just get better, I guess. He really likes sticking things in his mouth he probably shouldn't but... I was not about to say any damned thing. Dream-me just wanted to finish. I was so loud, Jesus Christ, but that mouth was so good I think I could barely breathe for how much noise I was making.. Don't remember much else but those damned eyes looking up at me after and hair messed up where I must have been holding on, expecting a response probably, for how good he did, but I wasn't about to be able to talk. But if it was as good as the dream made it seem like, that android's got a filthy mouth and knows how to use it."

Hank finished the glass and a rough sigh, and wished to hell he didn't have a boner forming from talking about the damned dream.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

vampire!Nanami is sick with guilt. self-loathing sits on his shoulders like a cloak, drags behind him in a velvet weight. he replays the moment of his turning obsessively, wracks his brain for ways he could have won the fight, preserved his soul.

vampire!Nanami waits for as long as he possibly can before feeding for the first time, until his pale skin is stretched over cheekbones sharpened in un-death, his limbs wasted and trembling in weakness.

vampire!Nanami finds an animal, some poor half-gone creature crushed by a careless car, but the blood turns his stomach. he knows it isn't what he needs, but he has to try. the evidence of that naiveté stains his lips crimson, splashes into the road when he heaves it up on his knees.

vampire!Nanami paces outside your house, his heightened senses tortured by every sound of you shifting in your sheets. he can smell the night-sweat behind your knees, the sweetness of your sleeping breath, and he prays to the gods that damned him that you find peace without him.

vampire!Nanami stands silent vigil there for hours, only shocked out of dark thoughts by the sudden sound of your crying, amplified as if you were right beside him in the midnight gloom. the sound breaks his heart, but it's nothing compared to the way he shatters when he hears you whisper his name brokenly.

vampire!Nanami can't ignore the way your heartbreak calls out to him, can't convince himself that you'll forget him and move on, not when you're crying for him, alone there in the dark.

vampire!Nanami hates himself for the speed with which he's on your doorstep, knocking with the surety that you'll invite him in. and you do, the conditions fulfilled by your open arms when you find him on the threshold.

vampire!Nanami tries to keep his distance, clenches his jaw to hide the shocking sharpness of his canines, the way his pulse thrums with need at the nearness of your warm-blooded body. he should have known that you would throw yourself into his icy arms, press your searing lips to the marble column of his neck.

"Please, my love. Please don't," he whispers, the words jagged and misshapen in his mouth. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Kento, you could never hurt me." He moans. Of course you'd say that, believe that. Stupid, wonderful fool.

vampire!Nanami weeps when you trace your fingertips over his face, shrinks from the terrible understanding in your eyes when you place your palm over the empty, silent place where his heart should be.

vampire!Nanami waits for you to recoil, to scream or swear or curse him- is lost when you do none of those things, too stunned to resist when you take his hand and pull him into your bedroom.

vampire!Nanami is helpless in the face of the instinctual hunger that burns him up when you slide your nightgown off your shoulders, turning in the moonlight to offer him the smooth curve of your neck.

vampire!Nanami thinks he's dreaming when you draw his golden head to your bosom, press his frozen lips against your pulse point. you kiss his temple, grant him permission, forgiveness, a blessing there in the dark.

vampire!Nanami drinks from you, dizzy at the first drop of blood as he breaks your skin. the heat of it is almost painful, thick and sweet and devastating. he can't help the sounds that tear from his throat, grunting, slurping, animal noises of sated hunger.

vampire!Nanami whimpers as you fill his mouth, crimson trickling down his chin as he gorges on the life of you. you hold him there, shaky fingers firm in his hair as he tries to pull away, as the part of him that loves you fights the monstrous thirst.

vampire!Nanami feels your grip weaken and somehow tears himself away from your ravaged neck, horror overlaying the primal satisfaction that sings through his veins. his strength is returning, spots of color flaring in his gaunt cheeks as he scrambles back. his bright eyes lock on the faint rise and fall of your chest- you're alive, barely, and the prayer of thanks that rises to his bloodstained lips tastes like ash.

[gojoest]

please give us more expecting pregnancy obsessed gojo headcanons 🫣🫣🤭

tw : pregnancy, brief mention of semi-public sex

when satoru first finds out you’re pregnant, that you are going to have his child, he snaps and pounds your pussy all night long. sure, he does get emotional upon knowing the news. his eyes well up with tears as he scoops you up and keeps asking if it’s true “really? you’re pregnant...baby, really?” in between soft pecks all over your face — lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin…he is so fucking happy.

but there’s also this voice at the back of his head that messes with his brain chemistry quite a bit — he fucking knocked you up. his seed has implanted into your womb — it makes all the blood rush down his dick so fast and in mere seconds you find yourself thrown on the bed, legs up by your shoulders as he prepares you nice and well with the tip of his dick rubbing up and down your entrance for the fucking of your lifetime. and he fucks you differently, like he’s never done before, more urgent and more primal than ever…like a man that has impregnated his wife and is now pounding and claiming her cunt.

and as the months go by and your belly starts growing his desire for you too grows more and more, out of this world. there’s just something about the way your skin glows, the way your belly swells, the way you smell, the way you carry yourself and his child inside of you, that makes him want to fuck you all the time. he cannot keep his hands off of you, you just look so beautiful to him.

anytime you change in front of him, he gets hard. you put your hand on your belly, he gets hard. your belly brushes against him when you hug, he gets hard. you wear something that outlines your baby bump, he gets hard….

time and place don’t matter, he will take you anywhere. he’s pulled the car over before a few times and asked you to bounce on his cock just bc he saw you caress your belly and it made him lose it. if you go shopping with him, he fucks you in the changing rooms….he fucks you every damn morning before leaving the bed, there is no exceptions. fucks you right before you sleep too...and sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and jerks off to your pregnant body. lifts your pj top up and cums all over your belly….he is so obsessed with you it is actually a bit fucked up.

not to mention how he absolutely loves it now that you get to ride him more often bc of how comfortable that position is for you. the sight of your breasts bouncing as you ride him and the way your belly weighs and brushes against his flesh are the one reason he keeps finishing too soon. but there’s always more than just one round and with each round he lasts longer. it’s like you being pregnant has put a spell on him and he is back to being a horny teenager that wants to fuck you all the time.

[nsharks]

Kinda nsfw buuut Ghost BIGGEST turn on is domestic. You're sitting there on the couch in nothing but his shirt, freshly showered, absolutely devouring your favorite meal, theres love bites around your neck and thighs from when got home. He's watching you and that little primal part of his brain is going off about how content and happy he made his girl. Immediately ready to have you again just to make you happy. Bonus points if your pregnant cause then he already can't get enough of you.

domestic ghost is so turned on by you <3

You're already awake when Simon trudges out of the bedroom. He'd only just gotten home from a month-long mission overseas, and he was still catching up on sleep.

But when his lidded eyes catch sight of you, sitting on the couch with only his long-sleeve thermal slung on, he feels properly awakened. It's a damning image. One that has consumed his life and heated his heart.

His shirt— too damn big on you, even with the growing swell of your bump. Your cheeks— a glowing beacon of content. You look blistered with happiness, sitting on the couch and eating a bowl of cereal, a hand idly caressing your stomach.

A baby. Fatherhood. Maybe those things still itched him with worry. But they also gripped him with a rare excitement. A nest of love cooped up in his chest whenever he brushed a hand to your belly.

And perhaps it's something primal— something about the jarring domesticity of it. But the sight of his pregnant girl in his shirt, little marks on the bit of your collarbone where he'd nibbled the night before, makes him ache.

So when you do notice him enter the living room, you don't have the chance for even a good morning before he's knelt on the floor in front of you. A stance of worship. His hands lazily take hold of your knees to part you open.

He eats you out like this.

Right here.

One hand slips under the shirt you've got on to cup the underside of your stomach while the other hand spreads your folds apart. His mask is long gone at this point. There's no desire to hide from you. His tongue is your disciple. It finds home in the temple between your thighs and slurps and dribbles and glides with love more than anything. The taste of you is something sweet, something precious.

"Wanna make you feel good," Simon sighs into your cunt. Your hands have already found his hair. The heels of your feet propped on his shoulders.

"Wanna take care of you."

And he does, in every way he can.

[blughxreader]

Damn, the "re-connection session" one-shot was an extremely heavy read in a way I never expected. I’m fully aware that your requests are closed but just wanted to ask; how would Dick and Jason deal with a traumatised omega reader? Someone who gave in to the hormones but once the effect blew over the weight of what happened set in and hit them like a truck, as they re-lived metres of being undressed and touched without their consent, which mimicked a borderline assault?

I'm blown away by the response for this fic omg <3 Thank u to everyone who left comments like this lol. "HORRID. SICK TO MY STOMACH. WILL TATTOO ON MY BODY." yall are the best

As for your questions...

We're all aware of normal trauma responses (mental breakdowns, you could throw up at the smell of Alfred's soup, blocking the memory entirely, throwing yourself into distractions), but ABO has a primal element...

Y'know how women who give birth release this brain chemical that makes them love their baby so it overrides the terror of pregnancy??

Yeah. Maybe finally joining the pack physically/emotionally releases that same chemical.

You're not a slave to your body, but it definitely takes the edge off of a horrific incident. I think you'd 1000% remember it forever and have some level of bitterness and ick about it, but sometimes it's easier to accept things you can't change.

From everyone's perspective, why should you harbor so much hatred when an easy life of love and safety is at your fingertips if you'd just forget a little incident?

It's up to the you tho.

Dick fully stands by his decision unless you try to like, kill yourself. He's used to making hard decisions, and while he'd upset at the circumstances, he feels it was the last solution. Everything else failed, so how we do things the uncomfortable way.

Jason will always feel shitty about it. He's a romantic, and the fact that your entrance into the pack was by force will forever sit heavy on him. If Dick's confidence had faltered even a little during that one-shot, then Jason would have called it off immediately.

Life would carry on normally, save for everyone watching you for any behavioral changes. Dick and Jason would accept your furious anger / sadness with understanding remorse, then would comfort you in their own ways.

Movie night? Your favorite food? Want to sit with Alfred and I in the library? Hey, maybe we can convince Bruce to let us all go to his beach house for a weekend?

And if you stop reacting all together, then they'd take the indication to cozy on up to you again. Fight back and show some emotion, orrrr sit with one of their arm's over your shoulder and let the hormones do their job.

You'll run out of fight eventually, then Bruce will start working on your trauma. At that point, the pack's already got a hold on you mentally so you begrudge them some leeway.

Small privileges here and there (sitting with your thighs touching, holding someone's hand, sleeping in the same bed), until it becomes a slippery addiction.

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Thigh Riding with Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine X Fem!Reader Word Count: 1494 Warnings: Thigh riding (Duh), Light dirty talk, Degradation (He calls her a slut once and talks down to her a lot), Cursing, alcohol and smoking. Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list

Minors DNI

The atmosphere of the bar was casual, yet felt oddly intimate for the dive that it was.

Perhaps it was the low lighting.

Or perhaps it was the man sitting in front of you.

Logan wasn't the type to tolerate company when he went out to drink, he wasn't the type to tolerate company when drinking at home either, but that was beside the point.

"Then the fucker had the balls to call it an 'Educated wish'." He scoffed softly, rolling his dark eyes. "Can you believe that shit?"

The smoke from his cigar curled in the air between you, distracting you from answering for a moment, the air feeling heavy and smell of burning tobacco thick with a heady earthy scent that made your brain buzz with thoughts of the man in front of you.

Specifically, how much you wanted him to fuck you senseless like he had just the night before, and most nights before that since you'd managed to convince him that you were genuinely attracted to him and his age didn't effect anything, at least not negatively.

"Uh-Yeah, but at that seems like the least of the wild shit Wade has said at this point." You managed with a chuckle, thoroughly entertained by Wade's antics and Logan's long-suffering reactions, though your delay didn't go unnoticed, though it did go uncalled-out save for the slight upward curl to his lips.

To be entirely fair this wasn't sudden, you'd been desperate for him all day, from the moment you opened your eyes that morning and were met with his sleeping face you'd craved him with a deep primal need that only Logan had ever successfully inspired in you.

And you'd made this desire well known long before he decided to take you out to a bar for an impromptu date, he'd just sent you a knowing, slightly teasing, smirk at your huff of annoyance when he patted your ass with an order to go get ready.

So that's how he wants to play.

It wasn't uncommon for him to make you play waiting games, or tease you in public, though that went both ways. You could be a real devil when you wanted to be...And right now you want to be.

You shifted a little in your seat in an effort to get even the slightest bit of friction, but more importantly, it would send the scent of your arousal into the air, and knowing Logan he'll be more than able to smell it over the smoke.

It didn't take long.

Seconds after you shifted, he inhaled through his nose as if to let out another sigh only to freeze as the scent of your arousal reached his ridiculously strong senses. His dark eyes flashed up to meet yours, but you looked around the bar coyly, playing innocent just like he loved.

In your periphery you saw his brow raise as if to give you a chance to stop before you really even start, you just turned to look at him with an innocent questioning look.

The slightest of shadows fell over his eyes, he was as desperate as you were, but he was doing a better job of hiding it. So far at least.

He went quiet after that, clearly listening to the song that was playing on the jukebox in the corner, Paralyzer by Finger Eleven. How fitting.

Taking advantage of the distraction you lifted your foot, slowly trailing it up his calf to his knee and back down again. His eyes flashed back to you, a thin warning shining in their depths.

Rather than back down, you trailed it back up and past his knee, sliding closer to the edge of your seat so you could reach further up his thigh, not quite to the good bits but damn close, and he spread his legs in spite of the thunder brewing in his face. It was an act, he knew it turned you on when he fucked you 'angry' so he played it up a little, and God did it work.

The faint sheen of sweat accumulating on his brow as he tries to hold himself back, the scrunch of his furrowed brows over his half lidden eyes, his lips parted just slightly between puffs from his cigar, but those eyes were the real treat.

Dark and deep and roiling with heat that threatened to set you aflame and trained on you and you alone.

Sweet fucking Hell, you wanted him to fuck you senseless.

Then you got bold, the tip of your toes just barely brushing the bulge in his jeans only for his free hand to dart down to wrap around your ankle, his patience finally reaching its limit.

"Bathroom, 3 minutes." Was all he said before standing, leaving his drink but taking the cigar, and walking to the back of the bar. His words were simple but there was that low growl of arousal that sent you quivering with anticipation.

You're not entirely sure three minutes had passed when you got up, and you didn't particularly care, too busy vibrating with excitement that you were going to get what you want, but also nervous of how Logan was going to make you earn it for 'Making a show in public' as he liked to taunt.

Your panties stuck to your skin as went, already soaked through.

The bathroom was as clean as one might have expected from a dive bar, but you weren't there for the aesthetics.

You were there to, hopefully, get railed.

The moment you passed the threshold you were being manhandled forward with one hand while the other closed and locked the door, only to then be pressed back against it. Logan's furnace of a body pressed against your front, his lips claiming yours with the same animalistic hunger you've come to expect from him.

You hadn't even realized that one of his thighs had found itself between yours till the shock of being manhandled wore off and you melted into the kiss, which caused you to press down against his leg unconsciously, giving your poor aching clit just enough pressure to send a jolt through you.

His lips parted from yours as a gasp escaped you, looking down at you with a wicked smirk, he knew what you were thinking, what you wanted. And he was going to make you work for it.

He let out a low humming chuckle that was just this side of a growl, sounding smug. "Since you can't behave yourself..." He said rumbled into the small space between your faces. "Go on, Darlin', get yourself off on my thigh like the needy little slut you are."

His words sent another jolt through you, this time shock met arousal halfway. You had been sure he would fuck you, he has before, but it seemed he wanted to torture you just a little more. He knows that even if you cum, it won't be enough, it might even make your desperation worse.

You wondered if that's what he was hoping for.

His hands gripped your hips as he pressed his thigh up against you, using his grip to rock your hips against him.

Your own hands flew to grip at his shoulders as a narrowly stifled moan forced its way up your throat. The combination of friction from the cotton of your panties, the slide of your arousal soaking the fabric, and the solid press of his thick muscular thigh made a trifecta of sweet torment as he continued to move your hips for you, though that didn't last long as his voice rolled in your ear like thunder.

"Come on, needy girl, take watcha want." He ordered as his hands stilled, though they didn't let go.

Looking up at him with bleary eyes you weren't able to argue, you needed something, or you thought you'd go insane. So, you took over, rolling your hips against his thigh, the dress you decided to wear was a blessing, this would have taken so much longer had you worn jeans too.

And it didn’t take long as each pressing roll had new waves of pleasure washing over you, though it was lack luster compared to when he filled you with his cock, or his fingers, or his tongue. But you were too far gone to think about comparisons right now. Teetering too close to that edge.

The sounds of the bar on the other side of the door were far away to your ears as the heat in your belly built and built, a coil just waiting to snap. Your legs quivered and it was a good thing that Logan is strong because you were sure they wouldn't be able to hold you up right now.

When your orgasm hit it was in a show of shaking legs, shaking breaths, and pleading looks, begging for more.

But he just chuckled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Let’s go finish our drinks."

[panpanghost]

part 8 of this au (that'll never have a name apparently.)

Macaque opened his eyes feeling something warm and soft emracing him, the scent of peaches filled his nose.

Someone is hugging me, my face is on his bare chest, nope, he's cuddling me. How did I get here? Who the fuck is that? Damn it! I can't remember anything. Did he kidnap me? How did he manage to sneak up on me? There's something wrong with my body, I can't feel my magic. I don't think I can fight my way out, I need to get out before he wakes up.

Macaque shifted slowly, studying the kidnapper's heartbeat to know if he's a heavy or a light sleeper, hopefully a very heavy one. After trying to wiggle out a little, he realised that his type of sleep isn't the problem, that fucker is crazy strong, he can't move him at all.

Shit! What is this?! A death trap?! Let me go you piece of shit!!!

Suddenly Macaque froze, he could hear the other's heartbeat grow stronger and his breathing faster.

Shit!

_"Mmm, Moon? Are you up?" the kidnapper asked, half asleep with his furr all messy.

It's another primal monkey...

Macaque's heart skipped a beat when he saw the other's face, he looked like him yet different. He's never met someone like him.

_"pretty..." Macaque blabbered out before he could stop himself. He felt his cheeks burning as he realised what he'd said.

WHY IS HE SO DAMN CUTE?! NO! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MACAQUE!! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS! HE KIDNAPPED YOU-

_"Heh, well I've had a gorgeous mate take care of me." Macaque's brain stopped working for a second as he received a kiss on his forehead and saw the other's cheeks glow pink like his mask, with a soft smile. "How are you feeling? You've been out for a couple days now. I was really worried."

_"I-uh- I'm feeling great. Can you let go of me now?" Macaque asked nicely.

Something is definitely wrong. I've been out for days and I can't remember anything, add to that my magic is disappearing. Also WHY THE FUCK ARE WE HALF NAKED?! Just because he's cute doesn't mean he get a green card to do whatever he wants with me!

_"Oh, right, sorry about that." The golden monkey said, slowly letting go of Macaque.

HOT TAMALE! NOOO!

Macaque slapped himself mentally as he was finally able to see the other's full body, the golden monkey stretched his muscles and got out of bed.

PUT A SHIRT ON! Also where's my shirt?!

Macaque looked around the room, the sun light was more than enough to let him see everything. The room is big, a bit messy, there are clothes on the floor, maybe one of them is his.

Macaque's attention turned back to the golden monkey as he approached him then stood right next to him.

What does he want now? Macaque's heartbeat started growing faster. This guy might be nice for now but it would be a death wish to upset him. I need to be careful.

_"How's your eye? Can you see clearly now?" The golden one asked, cupping Macaque's face and holding it up to look at him with a kind smile.

_"What's wrong with my eye?" Macaque asked, scared.

Did he do something to my eyes? Should I escape now? How can I get out of here? I don't think I have enough magic to open a portal, maybe I can travel through the shadows-

Macaque's thoughts were broken when he saw how worried the golden monkey got, fear slowly crawling his face.

_"It's happening again." What? "You don't remember, do you?" he asked, a hint of sadness in his voice,

_"Remember what?"

_"Damn it!" Macaque flinched when he flet the other growing angry, he needs to get out now!

_"Well, this was fun and all, but I need to head home now." Macaque said, slipping past the golden monkey and heading to the door,

_"No, wait," The golden monkey grabbed his arm. There's no escaping now, Macaque is anxious, what should he do? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Even though he clearly looks worried, I can't shake that feeling that I need to run away from him, he's dangerous. Every instinct in me is saying to go as far away as fast as possible. But I can't, something's wrong with my magic.

_"Macaque, please. Just let me explain. You're in danger."

_"And how do I know you're not a danger to me?" shit. My stupid sassy mouth. What if he gets angry?

Macaque's was about to make a final attempt at escaping, maybe conjur some of the dark magic in him, he can't control himself in that state but it's better than just taking a beating-

The grab around Macaque's arm loosened and he saw the look on the golden monkey's face,

He looks broken... It's like I've taken away all the happiness in the world with just one sentence. Maybe I was too harsh on him...

_"I'm sorry..." The golden monkey let go of Macaque's arm and took a step back, looking down and biting his lower lip.

Is he about to cry? Shit. I didn't think he'd be sad...

It's ok if you don't remember me, but I won't let you go so easily so act cruel all you want, I know how weak your heart is when it comes to tears.

_"It's okay. I'm sorry too. You're right. I can't remember much." Macaque took a step forward, lost in what to do to stop the other from crying.

_"It's ok, I know it's not your fault, it's the crown. You started losing your memories and magic when they put it on you. I should've stopped them. I'm sorry." As long as I keep speaking the truth, he'll stay.

_"The crown?" Macaque turned to face the mirror, he does have a crown on his head and all his glamour is gone. His heart sunk at his sight.

What the fuck happened to me?

Scared, all he could hear is his heartbeat as he approached the mirror and placed his hands on the crown trying to take it off.

It's dark magic. I can't take it off.

When he gave up on the crown, his hand traced down the scars to his right eye.

This isn't mine...

_"What happened to me?" He turned to the golden monkey, completely lost and scared.

_"I'll tell you everything you want to know," the golden monkey approached him, arms open, it looked like he wanted to hug him but then stopped,

_"Who are you?" Macaque asked, glaring at the other,

_"I'm Sun Wukong g- the Monkey King, I rule over Flower Fruit Mountain, the one we're on."

_"How did I get here?"

_"You came here, liked the place and stayed."

_"I came on my own?" he didn't kidnap me?

_"Yes. You decided to stay. It's not like anyone can make you stay."

_"Not so sure about that." Macaque gave a judging look,

_"I- It wasn't me, I didn't put the crown on you. I don't even know who did, but I've been searching all over. I promise you, I'll make them pay, but until then, promise me you won't use your magic."

_"Sorry, but I can't promise you that bud." Macaque smiled, Wukong knows that smile, he's on the defence.

He's scared and thinking of a way out.

Macaque's eyes widened as the king got to his knees and placed his forehead on the floor,

_"I'm sorry I let them do that to you, but please, I'm begging you. Don't use your magic. The more you use it the worse it gets. Please. Just give me some time to break the spell."

_"Ok, fine, I won't use my magic, just get up, I get it."

I misjudged him, I think he really cares about me and I broke his heart. I kind of feel guilty now.

_"Really? You promise?" the king looked up at him, eyes gleaming with hope,

_"Ok! I promise! Just get up already!"

_"Hehe, ok,ok." The king smiled and got up.

You're so adorable.

For a moment it went silent as Macaque stared at The king's eyes.

It's his.

_"*sigh* So, your highness, I believe you didn't do this to me. Do have any lead on who did?"

_"Wukong."

_"What?"

_"I won't answer until you call me by my name. It's Wukong."

_"You said you're the Monkey King, it'll be rude to address you by your name."

_"Call me Wukong or I won't answer anymore questions."

_"Wha- What difference does that make?"

_"It does make a difference!" Wukong froze when he saw his love tense up, he scared him, again, "You don't remember, but I do. And it hurts." The look on Wukong's face told Macaque everything. His heart ached at the thought.

Macaque opened his mouth to speak then shut it again, then after a deep breath he spoke again,

_"I'm sorry Wukong. Can you keep answering my questions please?" Macaque asked softly,

_"Whatever you want." Wukong looked a bit relieved when Macaque said his name. "Can I hug you?" You've always been a needy one.

_"Sure." I can't say no now, he might get angry any minute.

Wukong hugged him tightly but not enough to hurt him. The scent, the touch, the warmth; it all made Macaque feel... safe?

Why am I letting my guard down? It's like I miss him, I want to melt into him, what the fuck is wrong with me?

_"You haven't eaten anything for days, can I answer your questions after we eat?" Wukong asked, still holding his moon,

_"Yeh, why not." Macaque answered, he is hungry.

Wait- their skin is touching. Macaque felt his cheeks burning red, "Also, we need to dress up." he said trying to push Wukong away,

_"Oh, right. Do you wanna shower first?" Wukong looked down at him,

_"Sure. Can you let go of me now?" Macaque said smiling anxiously.

_"Five more seconds." Wukong hugged him a bit tighter then let go, "sorry, I didn't know when you'll let me touch you again."

_"Noted. Now where are my clothes?"

_"Oh right- shower, I'll prepare our clothes then we can hit the showers."

_"Ok." Macaque watched him as he left the room, the his head popped up again,

_"Please don't go outside the house, you might get lost."

_"I'm not going out half naked."

Wukong gave him the 'I know' smile then left again, "be right back!"

Macaque sat on the bed, exhausted, he can smell himself all over this room with peaches, It's the same as the other's scent.

Wait- did he say 'our' clothes. Shit! We're not bathing together, are we? I mean it's normal to bathe together we're monkeys but doing it alone with him is a completely different matter. I don't even know anything about him but everything suggests he's my mate, he also saw me without my glamour and didn't react, which means this isn't the first time he'd see me like this. He could also be a really good liar. What should I do if he tries something in the showers? What if I say no and he gets mad... I need to find a way out but I don't even know how to get out of this house. Even if I managed to get out how far can I go before he finds me again? How long can I survive outside without my magic? Maybe I can find a place to hide-

_"What are you thinking about?" Wukong asked walking inside,

_"It's nothing, I'm just really hungry."

He's lying, he's still trying to run away, I need to think of something to convince him to stay.

_"Then we better hurry. Can you walk?"

_"Yeh, just so you know, I'm physically fine."

_"That's good, although I would've loved carrying you around." Wukong said turning and walking to door,

Did he just-

_"You coming?" Wukong glanced at him,

_"Yeh, right behind you." Shit- keep it together Macaque.

part 9

[baronessvonglitter]

if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 1 | "late night"

Dave York x f!reader

Word count: 684 (basically an intro)

Summary: you stumble across the object of your recent affections during a restless late night

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, masturbation, sexual fantasy, sexual frustration, having a complicated crush on your boss, reader has no physical description, no use of y/n

Author's Note: this was inspired by "Late for Valentine's" by @absurdthirst which forever changed my brain chemistry (and is one of the first smut fics I ever read on AO3) and can be found here.

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On your back, legs parted wide, your breath quavers and hitches. You grab roughly onto Dave's hair as he uses his skilled lips and tongue on you. You don't even have to tell him how you like it - he automatically knows, and you shiver with delight when his deep, husky voice gives you encouragement.

"That's it, baby.. you like that?.. come for me, beautiful.."

"Oh god!" you whisper as you feel your orgasm in the very pit of your belly. Shamelessly you fuck his face.

And then it's gone. Your vibrator has died and your very hot (albeit brief) fantasy is over. "Damn it!" you curse, wanting to throw the useless toy at the wall, but you'd probably wake Carol, who only went to bed a short time ago. Still horny and so close to your precipice, you attempt to make yourself come using just your fingers, but it's not the same, and produces only a half-hearted quiet moan when you finish.

After cleaning up you try to get some sleep. Dave is expected back tomorrow evening from his business trip, and you're just as excited as Carol to have him back. You've been working for the York family for almost six months. You like the gig, you love the girls, Molly and Alice, and you get along well with Mrs. York, who you've come to be close enough with to call her Carol.

It's Mr. York, however, who's a different story. He's friendly, polite, and pleasant to be around, of course. You've been drawn to him for awhile.. but to be professional you've never shown your feelings nor made a move. That's just not your style. But as you've come to study him you've found there may be more to him than he's willing to show. The mystery of him is part of what makes him so alluring to you.

If he ever found out you were just masturbating while fantasizing about him going down on you, you'd probably die of embarrassment.

Too frustrated to sleep, you start downstairs for a glass of water (and some fresh batteries). As you descend steps you hear the front door open, just loud enough to catch your attention and you freeze in your tracks. Someone comes into the foyer and starts up the stairs. You can't move.

There, halfway up the staircase, Dave crosses your path. He looks tired, but there's a light in his eyes as soon as he sees you. "Hey," he says softly, smiling. "What are you still doing up?"

"Just getting some water," you answer, hoping he can't see you blushing in the semi-darkness. You're still in your Henley shirt and plaid pajama shorts. "I'm glad you're home.."

"Thank you. It's good to be home." His voice is warm, and he sounds genuinely pleased to be back. You can only imagine the toll his work takes on him.

"Please, Mr. York, go get some sleep." You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, letting him decipher how friendly or flirtatious he wants it to be.

Could it be your wishful imagination, or do you see a little flush across his cheeks? "I will. Good night," he replies quietly and passes you to to up to his and Carol's room.

You watch him until he closes the door behind him. Your heart is still thudding from your unexpected interaction with him, and too late you wonder if he could smell your desire on you, if the wet stain on your panties somehow brought your scent to him in some primal, caveman-like way.

After your drink of water, and with fresh new batteries in hand, you head upstairs, passing slowly by Dave and Carol's room. Part of you expected/dreaded that he would have been greeted by his wife with a welcome home fuck. But all seems quiet within. You would have listened, as you have many times before. But you're glad, in a strange way, not to have to hear it tonight.

"Round two," you smirk to yourself as you go back to your room to change out the batteries in your toy.

next chapter ->

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[jacevelaryonswife]

Golden and Silver, my favorite colors | Part six

Although it seems to be more complex and difficult to solve than most people, the one-eye prince is shared common characteristics when he is close to losing something.

∴pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader

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Along the distinct activities that Aemond and you were supposed to perform throughout the day, there were long moments of synchrony between thoughts and feelings. A storm for both of you, responsible for the tightness in your heart and total deconcentration of the one-eye prince in his training. He couldn't help but think of you for a damn second. Your words, your smell, your beautiful face, your voice, your pain, your hurt... When he thought of his wife a few weeks ago, there wasn't much that intrigued him, that instigated him. Normal, she was. Quite kind, cordial too — like all the other well-born ladies — but most of all: normal.

Now, when Aemond thought of his wife, he always thought of the back of your head. He picture cracking your lovely skull, unspooling your brain, trying to get answers. The primal questions of a marriage: what are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other?

What will we do?

You are all that he thinks, what he longs and dreads to be near, and he wonders if that's how you got up to it in dealing with indifference and apathy, your lord husband, or as you compared him the night before, a cold steel. He wanted to explode when Cole dropped his sword, too angry to pick it up from the ground or continue like that. Heavens, he had never been so restrained in a duty as he had been that afternoon. Come to think of it... He has gone with you, actually. He wasn't a liar either, but he mumbled a "yes" when asked by Sir Criston if he felt okay. He understood your fear, truly, he also understood your defensive posture and inability to forgive him quickly. He understood because he knew that if it was done to himself, he wouldn't be able to forgive easily either. But how he wishes it were different, that you could welcome him with your kind questions and affectionate smile, with your soft, shy touch on his hand and forearm. He would like to breathe in your scent again, feel your body as he slept next to you, hug you in his sleep and wake up next to you one moretime.

It seemed like a sudden and almost unwarranted change in behavior, after all, was that the power of the arrival of a child? No. Not quite. The main point for Aemond to resolve to be an ideal husband was indeed the news of your pregnancy, but what made him brood in frustration, anger and desire was your estrangement, your anger, your heavy words, and your posture determined to forget him, martyr him, blame him, and hate him. Although it seems to be more complex and difficult to solve than most people, the one-eye prince is shared common characteristics when he is close to losing something. It was too much for his pride and conscience. He couldn't let you slip between his fingers in that or any other way, after all, even if we mortals don't kill contact or use it, we don't like to lose our things.  

And yes, maybe it was sudden the way he longed to feel your soft, demure lips on top of his again, in a kiss so chaste and simple that only a fruitful relationshipcould guarantee. But he wanted, from the bottom of the core and existence, how he wanted…

Perhaps, if he hadn't gone flying to get away from the dangerous fog that enveloped him, Aemond would have arrived in time for your chambers to meet you in your new silver dress, more modest than the gold one from the night before, but just as luxurious.  

Most of your morning was spent in bed, dispensing with your lady-in-waiting and the rest of the maids to get rid of fatigue and regain your energies. Your lady mother had said that pregnancy used to tire the body and that the rest period should be longer so that the baby would not be harmed, what daughter would you be if you did not listen and practice one of her few good advices? The weather was good enough for a warm sheet to cover your body as your thought wandered, unfortunately you didn't go far enough to get away from everything that pertained to your husband. The deadly doubt between considering his apology and giving him a real chance or just continuing to pretend his existence never happened.  

But then, you also found yourself thinking about the way he wrapped around your body last night, how he brushed his hair away from your face and inhaled your scent, the delicacy how he took your hand at breakfast and all the promises and right words he said, how he called you a wife and how vulnerable he showed himself last night. How you wanted him now by your side to lie on his chest as his wounds healed.

It was so confusing and intense how this marriage took your peg off the axles and showed you so many unknown facets of yourself, from the hardest working to the most spiteful. You couldn't lie, there was still a lot of widespread hurt in your heart, but the main focus on yourperspective still remained the same. So you decided to venture to another point of the castle, as you were still tired to get around to your seclusion corner at the end of Aegon's River, unfortunately, the palace gardens were considerably distant from your chambers, which made you give up reaching them and settle for the beautiful view of the tall trees from the balcony in the hallway. When you let out a calm breath, a familiar voice called your name.  "Princess," you greeted Rhaenyra Targaryen. “Good to see you."  

“I say the same," she replied with a simple smile, "it's a beautiful view, isn't it?"

“Indeed.”

In a quick observation about the figure of the princess you noticed two things: she was alone and there was a bulge on her belly, over which she passed her hand upon noticing her gaze.  

"I hope it’s a girl this time, I think there's enough male presence around me," she said good-naturedly, making you smile out of courtesy. But perception was not an exclusivity of your, and the princess was not a fool. "What about you?" She could ask what sex of the baby you wanted, but like every girl who has not yet been blessed by Mother with a child, the answer seemed to be very obvious.  

Of all the subjects that could be touched, that was the one that took the most out of your sleep. "My belly hasn't started growing yet," you said.  

"Are you scared?" She asked.

Fear was an easy feeling to notice, but it wasn't the only thing you felt. It was more terrifying than that, almost as if your chest was being crushed and your world was destroyed by a raging dragon. Your feelings about pregnancy were confused at times and well clarified at others. At the end of the day, you just didn't know what to expect.

"When I was a little younger than your age, my preference was to wear chain mail and march into battle rather than give birth. I kept this thought for a long time, especially when my mother said that childbirth is the battlefield for womenlike us," the princess said. “It didn't get any easier when she was gone, especially the way she was, and when I was expected to have kids. It's terrifying the first time, harrowing, a painful duty to leave, but

I cannot imagine my life without my children." Although without much success, the princess tried to console you. “I believe that having support is important, especially the first time, I'm sure the Queen will know how to choose good handmaidens when the time comes."

"I think so." It wasn't the kindof conversation you'd want to have. “Thank you, princess."

She nodded with a weak smile, gently touching your hand before withdrawing. A distressed breath left your body and you had to lean on yourself to stabilize yourself. You'd like to believe that everything would be okay eventually. A sudden (or accumulated?) weariness hit your legs and before your form collapsed to the ground, the arms of your protector, Sir Koren Fowler.

"My lady! My lady are you okay?"

"Yes, I just... I'm tired." It wasn'tjust that, as your head was spinning until everything went dark.

The news of your malaise made the way through the halls of the Red Keep fairly quickly, as the image of your personal protector carrying your disgruntled body was quite evident. Your lady mother, the Lady Selene, was the first to arrive at your chambers along with Grand Maester Orwyle, sitting next to her as she took your hand.  

"What happened?" She asked in fear.

"She fainted, my lady, I don't know why," Sir Koren replied.

“Has she previously shown any signs that could betray her condition?" Orwyle asked this time.

"I don't know, Grand Maester, she looked fine, just a little slower than the normal."

"When was that?" He asked again.

"Before that happens."

The older man mulled over his options in silence, leaning over to feel his temperature. "The period of fatigue and tiredness must have hit her, but fainting is not common, even if each pregnancy is odd and peculiar. The best thing to do is to keep it under review in case another incident of this nature occurs."

"Are there chances of it being anything other than pregnancy?" Your mother asked.

“It's too early to tell, but at some point in her life did she suffer a certain adverse condition?" Orwyle replied.

"No, she's always been a healthy girl."

"Good. It should remain at rest until it improves, but I will be constantly reviewing it in case something out of the ordinary occurs."  

Your mother nodded positively, caressing your forehead. “I'll stay here, with her."

Neither man showed opposition to the idea, both of them making a brief bow before leaving, leaving the two of you alone for an almost long time, not only for your husband to arrive with dragon fire and open the door so violently that it made your mother squeal in fright.

"Forgive me, my lady," he said as he walked over to the sideof the bed, keeping his eyes uncast the whole time. "What's happened? Where's the Grand Maester?"

"He's gone sooner. We still don’t know what culminated in the fainting, the Grand Maester Orwyle suggested that it’s some symptom of pregnancy, since she has nohistory with other problems, but will accompany her if she presents a different picture. I must say, it's common for us women to get tired during pregnancy, but I don't know, I don't know it's excessive worry that makes my heart tighten, I just didn't expect it." Your mother replied. "Did you report anything out of the ordinary to her, my prince?"

Aemond didn't even consider your personality-related behavioral change before replying, "No, my lady, she looked fine yesterday and tonight, plus the rest of the days."

"Yesterday... she was very beautiful yesterday, my beautiful girl."

“Indeed.”

As he sat down next to you, holding your hand for answers, to feel anything coming from you, Aemond leaned over and kissed your forehead, caressing your cheek. Peaceful, that's how you looked, but it was the opposite of the way the prince and your mother felt. When the news of your uneasiness was informed after the return of the flight in Vhagar, your husband soon went in search of you, walking (running) so fierce and worried that he didn’t register the murmurs about what had happened. He was terrified, truly, one of the few times he felt the bitterness of fear clogging his arteries. The one-eye prince was a proud, merciless man with difficulty in forgiving. With so much darkness occupying his mind, he was pretty sure he would never forgive himself if something happened to you.  

"My prince, I know that the intimacy of your marriage belongs only to you, but did something happen yesterday? Before or during the good ball come to the Princess, between my daughter and you?"

Seven hells, how was he supposed to answer that? With cruel honesty or with a part of events?

"A lot of things happened in those days. It made me realize that I wasn't properly doing my duty as a husband, my conscience as well. We're not in a pleasant moment, but I intend to reverse that, my lady."

The lady Selene kept an eye on every word spoken, drawing a slightnod into her furrowed brows.

"I'm sure she'll forgive him and fight eagerly for the success of his marriage, she's a good lady," she says.

"No, she won't," he countered, adding to your mother's confusion. "And in part, I'm pleased for that, to be able to show her that I really was sincere in my words, that I intend to reverse what I didn't do and be the husband that she needs, that she deserves."

"But the duty of a wife is to ensure the success of the marriage."  

“Just like a husband. We also have duties to fulfill, but I didn't expend them and I didn't value her efforts, and I don't think unilaterality is fair. A husband must fight the same way a wife does," he squeezed your hand as he said this, noticing a slow, sleepy bodily response.

Your eyes opened to find your lady mother and lord husband on either side of the bed, eyes more open and full of anticipation. You felt tired, fatigued, and more than considerably hungry. Your two hands were occupied with theirs, fomenting the confusion that formed in your mind.

"My darling, are you listening? How are you?" Your mother asked.

"I... I'm hungry." The two of them laughed weakly. "What happened?"  

“You fainted, earlier," your husband informed. "We're worried, my lady."

"Were you?"

"Yes," they spoke in unison. "We did," Aemond said, caressing your hand.

“Of course we did,” your mother said.

"How long have I been here?"

"It's been a while," lady Selene replied. "Sir Koren brought you here. Are you feeling anything else? Any pain or discomfort?"

“No, I'm not, I'm just really hungry. Will there be red fruit pie today?"

"I don't know, honey, but I can ask you to do it especially for you," she replied, smoothing your cheek. Your mother would really like to stay a little longer and make sure you were okay, as well as touch on the subject raised by the prince a few minutes earlier, but she knew it wasn't the most appropriate time, so she restricted herself to kissing your hand and bringing you in for a hug. "I'm back."

When your attention fell on your fingers entwined with your husband's, you sighed before looking at him. Aemond didn't change his attention for a second after entering the room, staring exclusively at your figure. The prince used to believe that he didn't have as much appreciation for touch, including touching and being touched, but all he wanted at that moment was to touch your face and kiss your forehead, as his own mother did to comfort him in childhood. A strange habit for him to replicate, but that's exactly what he did next, keeping your face very close to his own, so intimate it almost hurt.

"May I stay by your side?" He asked. "I need to sanitize myself, I'm smelling like Vhagar."

"It's not a very comforting smell," you said without realizing it, causing a closed-mouth smile on him. Even with a small, pointed reluctance, you allowed it.  

Thinking of daring a little, Aemond rested his lips superficially on your own, breathing in your scent... What if he leans a little more?

Before performing the move, taking a close look at your reaction, a knock came from the door to frustrate him, revealing what he had brought to you from the flight. A beautiful field with yellow flowers, chrysanthemums, which he thought you might like if they were put in a beautiful vase or arrangement. When he returned to Red Keep, before learning of your condition, the prince instructed a maid to hand over the bouquet to some craftsman, apparently, the work was quite fast.  

Hell, he didn't want to leave your side, but strove eagerly to get up and take the vessel from the hands of the humble servant. "Thank the craftsman Harlon for me," he said quickly, closingthe door and turning back to you.  

Your eyes widened to the beautiful, multiple yellow petals coming towards him in a beautiful arrangement. Your breathing was slow, a little heavy, looking at him questioningly.

"I saw theseflowers earlier during the flight in Vhagar, I thought they would be to your liking," Aemond said. "They're light and vibrant, like you in your beautiful dress last night."

Your hands fingered both the vase and the petals with ultra delicacy, delighted with the beautyof your husband's gift and gesture.  

"Thank you, Aemond, I really liked them and the arrangement, they are very beautiful. That was very kind of you."

"It pleasures me to know you liked it," he said, standing in front of him.  

“Thank you," you said shyly, in a small tone.

You ate the pie that night and as your desire changed, other things were done to satisfy your desire, Aemond and his mother took care of it. That night too your husband crossed an arm over your and hugged you from behind, sleeping again next to you, sniffing your hair and neck in a few moments. The fatigue was intense enough for you to notice the physical affection, but you kept in your mind the beautiful gift of your husband. In the other days, your mother's and Aemond's attention was reinforced on you. Your walks through the gardens were more restricted by your own limitations, being strongly instructed not to leave the company of your personal protector, though that didn't stop you from beingdistracted by a good book or a table of lemon cakes. The Queen, in the middle of the week, made you a quick companion in your chambers — and just as your mother did not mention what happened on the night of the princess's reception. For her, it was a great satisfaction to see if her third child finally fulfilled his duty, and more than that, keeping a comforting hand all the time on your shoulder and back. Maybe things were finally settled, she thought. The Grand Maester also tracked your routine and health to come to a conclusion, always in the crosshairs of your handsome husband's sharp eye as he asked his questions and physical assessments.

Other things had happened over the course of the week, such as the prince finally talking to you more often, even though it was a little weird for you initially. The most recurrent subject at first glance was your health, obviously, but he perggreased what you thought of the wine, the food, the books you have already read, as on the morning of the third day after your malaise:

"My favorite story is that of Nymeria and the 10.000” ships, everything about it fascinates me," you said.

"I have learned that a new book with thehistory of the roinars before the vain of Valyria until the arrival in Dorne has been added to the library. I could bring it if it was to your liking," your husband suggested.

"I'd really love that."

Every day of that week he slept next to you, not always so close to your body, though he longed to feel your warmth and comfort. Heavens, what was happening to him? He never needed that, almost never had that, but on prom night when it all happened, he just had to be by your side and feel your skin, pity you, apologize, be totally honest with you. On another occasion — seven days after your fainting — over dinner, you were talking about dragons (it wasn't a topic that impressed you) and he suggested something when he discovered this:

"Perhaps, if you fly in Vhagar your opinion can change."

A quick, nervous smile edged your lips, almost incredulous.

"Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked. "When you're better, if you're interested, the invitation remains."

Maybe that was the first time your gaze had remained connected for so long, neither of you wanting to part ways. Perhaps... maybe it could be a positive sign?

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[ellitx]

Just A Little Bit | Heizou x Reader

You’re in a hurry for brunch with your friend but your husband decided to make you stay a bit longer with him. 

my second heizou bday fic. i know im late but whatever. i crave for domestic husband heizou stories 

warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, nsfw content

word count: 5.9k

Vigorously blinking once then twice, the sleep was shaken loose from your eyelashes in fine, golden specks of dust. Shapes before you were still molten into a hazy blur, emphasized by fulgent beams of Sunday morning light that flooded through the bathroom door and propped open halfway.

It's as though your brain had woken up shortly before your vision got the chance to and now it had some catching up to do. Your silhouette was presented to you— weary and lightly slouched in the mirror, circling a toothbrush within your mouth at a reluctant pace.

Shrouded in post-sleep delirium, you realize you've forgotten to wet it before you squeezed the toothpaste upon it, where you're reminded by the dryness of the sharper-than-usual mint taste on your tongue.

Without paying much mind to it, you exude a groan through gritted teeth, proceeding to brush them.

Mentally, you browbeat yourself for having gotten up this early on a damned Sunday, let alone freed yourself from your sleeping husband’s firm, love-infused grasp you found yourself encased in upon waking up. However, to your own demise, you almost forgot the plans you had made for this day.

And judging by the claim of the clock adorning the wall that you checked mere minutes prior, you were dealing with the better part of an hour to get ready in order to make it there in time. Considering your drowsy composition, you would have to make each minute count.

Once your surroundings swim into view more or less clearly, you're suddenly taken aback by the state you're in. A succession of marks bloomed upon the side of your neck, trailing down to your collarbone and disappearing beneath the crisp white cotton of one of Heizou’s button-ups you're enveloped in.

Each one of them deviated from the rest in color ever so slightly, gleaming at you in different shades of dark purples and reds.

You cannot deny your awe. It doesn't look bad per se, but the hints of a possible attack having gone down are there. Though there wasn't one; not in a way one would think, anyway.

Whenever frustration has built up within Heizou to a point that diminished him to nothing but a huffing, grumbling mess when he’s at a dead end of finding clues, he would almost become primal in nature. You, of course, secretly wallowed in these particular occasions— the roughness of his touch and pace, the hoarseness of his voice drilling into your ear, the sharpness of his teeth each time they'd sink into your flesh.

Catching yourself dwindling away into a lustful daydream, you forced your thighs together and squirmed restlessly, meaning to ease the tension that has flourished between them. This action forced you to focus upon the knife-like soreness tugging at your lower abdomen, left there the night before— also by your husband, also feverishly, also in an act of passion.

You want to be sort of mad at him, but it's difficult to be. Instead of falling victim to displeasure, your stomach flutters again.

Fuck, you're done for.

Clearing your mind— and the least attempting to— you bend towards the sink and spit out the toothpaste, consecutively rinsing your mouth with a cup of water. You're stirred to alertness by the brisk sound of the bathroom door clicking shut to your left, which prompted you that you're no longer alone here.

Originating from the same direction, faint footsteps crept up to your side. Having splashed a handful of frigid water upon your face, you surged back into the air. To nobody's surprise, Heizou has settled behind you, close enough for his body heat to merge with yours being palpable, but not close enough to make actual physical contact.

He's donned nothing but his trousers, which seemed to be clinging onto his hips for dear life. Not only were you able to follow his happy trail with your eyes, but almost caught a glimpse of the base of his shaft. The outline of which, just by the way, is more than emphasized to you on behalf of the drab fabric. You gulped, the minty freshness on your palate inducing a numbing tremor.

Heizou’s forlorn eyes took a clumsy, yet amiable guess and plateau upon where he assumed your face was, beaming widely. That dark maroon hair of his was all sorts of tousled, sticking out in ten different directions and all four cardinal points.

You were sure he followed your heartbeat here and was currently stalling so as to make use of the silence in order to register its spike, justified by his sudden appearance. It flattered him thus he delights in a hearty chortle.

“Good morning,” you crooned, cutting his glory short. Intent on continuing to dream for at least a little while longer, you studied his charming features in the mirror.

“Morning, sweet,” Heizou retorted through a smile, using his voice for the first time this morning, which was prompted to you by the profound rasp of it that tugged at your heartstrings in an alluring fashion.

He finally made the decision to grasp onto you, his palms wandering beneath the cotton of his shirt that you're wearing, taking hold of your bare hips beneath it. His fingertips pranced upon your skin, and he allowed your bodies to collide by pushing up on you from behind. This was when his arms wholly twined around your figure, pulling you into the soft curve of his slightly bent frame.

His torso was firm and placid against your back, and you were debating whether or not to falter in his grip. He's so pleasantly warm, and though you've only left your shared bed a few minutes ago, you've already grown to miss that signature fervor of his that you know to be the most comforting quality on earth.

Once you shut your eyes, if only for a fraction of a second, it's as though you're still entangled in him, obscured by silk sheets, drifting in and out of sleep as one tends to on a lazy day.

Soon enough, you snapped out of it by forcing your eyes open and repeatedly batting your eyelashes— Heizou heard it, or at least that's what the slight twitch of his head told you.

The reason was simple: You have matters to attend to.

Reaching for a scrub on the right-hand side of the sink, you grabbed the tub and screwed it open. Your hypersensitive husband lightly hummed at the sudden whiff of pomegranate it exuded, theatrically exhaling and thus fanning his lukewarm breath over the back of your head. He then freed one of his hands from around you, using it to peel back the neat collar of the button-up you're wearing, attaching his hot lips to the nape of your neck.

Heizou’s palm consequently snaked underneath your breasts, though loosely, applying the slightest bit of pressure that was nevertheless enough to send your mind down a frenetic spiral.

In contrast with the languid kisses placed upon the back of your neck, he sent sensations tumbling down your back that provoked your nipples to stiffen in an instant and a faint yelp to tear free from your depths.

In response, he merely smirked against your skin, pressing more wet kisses upon it. As though on command, you slanted your head to the side, firmly believing the motion will enhance the sensations you're granted.

Your perception might be manipulated by the placebo effect, but for all you know, it's working just fine. Heizou proceeded to slowly pull away, abandoning the spot upon the nape of your neck that's practically aching for attention now; fluttering and tingling from the ticklish play of your husband’s breath.

Soon, he proceeded to sweep your hair out of the way from the crook of your neck, letting it cascade down your spine. There's care obscured in his motions that you've never encountered with anyone before him, and it left you breathless.

“Why're you up so early, hm?” he questioned in a gravelly tone, and you're suddenly swallowed by the tart wave of regret.

You know you can never get away with fleeing him or his bed, nor is he capable of sleeping well without you, anyway, prone to waking up with the merest stir you caused. He deserved that rest you cheated him out of— with all the work he's been taking on lately, let alone the nightly endeavors he partakes in every now and again, sleep should be his top priority.

Guilt has nagged away at your intestines. You almost find yourself apologizing, but then Heizou lodged his face in the space he just cleared for himself and the steady contact his breath made with your sensitive skin sent an icy shiver racing down your frame; it's refreshing, though frustrating.

If he continues like this, you'll not only be late but exhausted and possibly more marked-up than you already are. Had the situation been different, you wouldn't catch yourself complaining in a million years, but you've been putting off meetings with Sango for as long as you can remember— with half of the excuses to be traced back to Heizou— and don't want to leave her hanging this time around.

Thus, you ignored your husband’s affection and the numbing effect it has on your mind as you dipped your fingers into the scrub and scooped some of it out.

“I'm meeting Sango for brunch, remember?”

You reminded him, only to receive an affirmative hum in return. You started working the scrub between your fingers, lending it warmth before you decided to apply it.

“I already feel terrible after blowing her off so many times. I can't possibly be late.”

“Not even a little late?” Heizou mumbled, sucking greedy kisses onto your neck. His lips dallied along your heated flesh, and every now and again, he flashed his tongue to slide it over the outlines of the marks he's given you last night.

He knew exactly where they are too— the tease he is— it must be the burst of your system and the blood that drained away from them he was smelling. You cannot help but lean into him— it's an instinctive reaction you fail to prevent.

Your body was guilty of naturally responding to his touch, which your brain sheepishly convicted.

“A little bit— just for me?”

His right hand released your breast then it slid downward. It proceeded to loom around the center of your chest, coming to a halt just a breath of a touch over your nipples, where he traced the maroon stains littering the skin stretched over your clavicles.

His calloused thumb caressed the surface, and in combination with the barely noticeable sting of the mark, you're left to endure pleasure so bittersweet it caused your insides to churn.

“Heizou—!”

You choked out, caging a moan that was about to erupt within your mouth. He's kissing your neck in a way that reminds you of all similarly sensual encounters you've shared with him, which, in its turn, caused ardent arousal to pool between your legs.

Since Heizou sniffed away at the air a little more forcefully than normal, you assumed he must've noticed. Having thrown a glance at the mirror, you find it harder and harder to contain yourself. The sight of you captured in his arms, his entire attention focused on your body and your body alone, your eyes hooded and skin ablaze, is nothing short of debaucherous.

Your frame fitted into his so perfectly, the back of your thigh translating the luscious feeling of him gradually hardening against you. His breath was less controlled now, and you delighted in his agitation for a split second. However, you're not one to talk. You're practically melting into his embrace.

“I can taste you off the air, [Name],” he groaned in between planting sloppy kisses upon your neck. His tone is dark, though breathy.

“My wife’s so sweet, so delicious. Can't I make you feel good? Can't I please you, sweetheart? You took me so well last night, I have to express my gratitude.” You whimpered at the sole obscenity of his words, your stomach wringing and twisting at the spilled praise.

He's irresistible, and fuck, you don't want to dismiss the pleasure you know he can bestow upon you. Not when he's offering it to you so gallantly.

With your judgment clouded and all senses heightened, you gasped.

“Hmn! J-just a little bit…”

You failed to recognize where the desperate aspect of your response finds its origin, but you cannot take it back now. Heizou’s lips stretched into a grin against your flesh, and he shifted them to gently nip at your jawline.

“That's it, darling,” he uttered. His left hand gifted your hip an approving squeeze and his voice grazed your ear, coating it in a layer of calidity.

“I'll be quick, I promise. I’ll make my sweet wife cum like I know she loves to.”

The hand that was teasing your sensitive nipple and circling the marks bedecking your chest gradually drifted downward. His fingertips scattered bursts of fervor over your skin, and you stertorously watched the coarse scenario unfold before you in the mirror.

It's a leg-trembling sight, and Heizou knows you're delighting in it, which to his surprise, merely stung him with the prick of jealousy.

The shirt you're wearing is only buttoned halfway, wherefore it peels aside further than would be considered modest, revealing the better part of your left breast. His palm captured the tender mound as your breath hitched treacherously, and kneaded it ever so slightly, enough for the heat between your legs to graduate to a fire.

You issued a whine, needy and hoarse, which signaled him to keep going. After all, you're on a schedule here.

His palm wandered lower, sweeping aside the cotton of his shirt, thus revealing the smoky-pink lace of the underwear you slipped into this morning.

At first, he curiously slid his fingertips along the fabric, just to acquaint himself with it. By now, he's learned all of your lingerie by heart, has his preferences set in stone, and this piece happens to be one he's especially fond of. This realization elicits a groan from him, and in no time—whilst his lips are still gently glued to your jawline— his fingers pushed aside the hem and sneak into your panties.

You shuddered, where his free hand stabilized you, and he comfortingly shushed into your ear. That doesn't help with your agitation, whatsoever.

Heizou started off slowly, first sliding his fingers along your slit and coating them in the slick that's gathered there.

“Man alive… so wet for me. Always so good and wet for me,” he mused, more to himself than to you, partaking in a few more gentle caresses along your core. In response to his teasing, you whimpered, bucking your hips towards the hand that was buried in your underwear.

Soon enough, your husband’s joint middle and ring finger grazed your clit, which they consecutively started rubbing. This is where the first proper moan erupted from your mouth, and you reclined into his frame, one hand clutching onto the bathroom counter for support, the other stumbling upon his free hand to settle on. You don't care that your fingertips are stained with scrub— if only, Heizou welcomed the scratchy sensation on his skin.

His fingers kept their pace, nice and quick, causing white-hot pressure to swell in the pit of your stomach, that you know only Heizou and only him can diffuse. You issued successions of mellow moans and dared to glare at the mirror – and fuck, you're in shambles.

Your mouth was pried open, knuckles were tense from grasping whatever was in your reach, flesh was practically scorching hot, and Heizou’s strong and firm arm was twined around you and steadily working your core. His fully hardened cock urged against you from behind, building piquant friction as you rock in his grip.

It's blissful enough to break out crying, you thought until his fingers rearranged and two of them plunged inside you, his thumb taking over the focus on your clit.

“H-Heizou!”

And suddenly, your entire understanding of pleasure is redefined. His digits curled within you, and you're convinced you won't last much longer like this. Your heart is going haywire beyond your ribs, threatening to crack them. It seems to be the only thing Heizou could hear aside from the array of sounds you gifted him, and he's set on nudging you over the edge right here, right now.

“‘m close…” you rasped, though he was already more than aware of the fact. You used the outcry as an excuse to dilute your moans with at least one coherent word— to not seem as frenzied, at least a little sane, maybe.

Heizou’s voice was low and spread heat across the shell of your ear.

“Let go for me, darling.”

His order was one you cannot disobey, and with another “C'mon, give it to me” falling from his lips, your cunt throbbed and spasmed as you came undone at the merciless pumping of his fingers.

Your legs gave out beneath your weight, your figure suddenly too hefty to hold up, and Heizou was forced to bend his knee for stability as you slumped into him. The whines fleeing you echoed across the bathroom walls, and while you reveled in the bliss your orgasm brought on, he led you through it to the best of his ability.

When the pleasure promptly faded, your eyes fluttered open. You're too ashamed to look at yourself in the mirror, anticipating a picture that'll figuratively cripple you more than you already are. Instead, you panted your pent-up agitation out, clawing at the dissolving remnants of your discharge.

Once your heart lulled, Heizou teasingly dragged his fingers out with a delicious smack, bringing them up to his face and placing them into his mouth to suck on. His tongue swirled along each curve to collect all of the slicks he gathered.

This you cannot disregard, marveling at the reflection of him doing it, still folded into his grip. Your stare burned into him, and his flushed face was suddenly adorned with a smirk. The desolate emerald eyes you love so much ghosted over the mirror once more, and the realization that he's at least trying to find you enchanted you.

Your temple was covered by a glistening film of sweat, hair was unkempt and in sure need of getting taken care of soon.

“I need a shower,” you declared, breathless. The reason you voiced your intention was the realization he'll request to stick around for it, and there's nothing you wish for more. After all, there's still time left. You finally allowed yourself to be a little late, however little persuasion it took.

“That can be done,�� he responded as he rested his palms upon your hips. This statement of his meant he was joining you— you hear it in the lingering lustful tone and see it in the curve of his lips. He promptly twirled you around to face him, and after a quick peck on the tip of your nose, lifted you onto the bathroom counter.

You shifted around, getting comfortable and propping yourself up by grasping onto the edges with your hands. Your husband knelt before you, clutching onto your heel and lifting one of your legs into the air.

He kissed a long, ardent trail along it, eliciting some needy panting from you until he was greeted by the much softer and more sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. The overwhelming smell of your pooled slick has overtaken his nose entirely, and God, what on Teyvat he wouldn't do to put his mouth on you and nuzzle into your pleading heat right now?

Nevertheless, he suppressed the urge by detaching his lips from your skin and tangling his finger in the lace of your panties. One second later, he's sliding them down your legs. Once you're freed, they're discarded onto the tiled floor. Soon thereafter, he rose back into the air, slotting himself between your legs and starting to glide his hands over the shirt you're wearing.

It's the same one he came home in last night and the very same one he swathed your glistening, sweaty body in once he was done with you. The recollection caused him to clench his jaw, and he could barely conduct his fingers upon the buttons from the balmy arousal blooming within him. The fact he's painfully hard, straining against his trousers, wasn’t helping either.

Once the button-up was undone, Heizou guided it off your shoulders. By doing so, he released a waft of your scent to come flooding his senses – it cost him a mellow groan.

You shed the shirt completely, nipples perked by the cold of your sudden bareness. As you leaned forward and hooked your fingers in the waistband of his trousers, you absent-mindedly captured your lip between your teeth. Once you slid them down his thighs, his hardened cock sprung out, flushed and upright against his toned stomach— veins defined as ever, leaking at the tip, and flushed from all the blood urging it on.

You cannot lie, the sight was an enticing one to have, which is why you leaped from the counter and dropped onto your knees before him, colliding with the fuzzy rug covering the floor.

Before you get the chance to take any action, though, be it by wrapping your hands around him or even opening your mouth, Heizou caught your chin.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. Today's about you. Plus, didn't you say you were in a hurry? We're showering together and have you get you ready, hm?”

Oh, now he's playing that game. Backing out after finally convincing you to give in to him. You want to hate him and you really try to, but fuck, with his cock hard and rouge on eye-level with you, you're fully convinced you could never find yourself hating Shikanoin Heizou.

Annoyed, you surged upward with a small pout; having taken his hand, you led him towards the shower, where you opened the door and tugged him inside after entering yourself. In his turn, your husband switched on the water, and it came splashing down onto the two of you, gradually heating up.

Still, you're fucking aching for him. Despite having come for him just minutes prior. Despite having him all to yourself for years. Despite having plans to attend in less time than you expect. He can't possibly be teasing you this way after igniting your potent flame.

You gently nudged his taller figure against the wall, lacing your fingers through his damp hair and joining your lips. His palms adhered to your waist, pulling you closer. You veered your body against his erection, meaning to wind him up so he yielded to you at last.

He reciprocated by gasping into your mouth, water leaking into the kiss after dribbling down your faces. For a moment, it appeared as though you'd stolen his composure, but he regained it shortly before you could pride yourself on that achievement.

He trudged forth and pinned you against the tiled wall right across from where you had captured him prior. Once again, he nipped at the skin of your neck, though more vigorously, and this time around introduced his teeth. His lascivious biting has punched the remaining air out of your lungs, which you made noticeable by gulping for it.

This is where his hands set off on a roam across your body, exploring every patch as though he's never touched you before, never made you his before, never ruined this perfect skin of yours before.

He tapped his fingers along the curve of your waist, pads prancing upon its damp, balmy surface. Each minuscule collision elicited a hitched breath from you, and you sent your own hands swerving over his lean, though tender-skinned chest.

Heizou, however, changed course and slowly but surely traveled up to cup your breasts. He palmed the tender mounds, digits toying with your hardened nipples captured between them. You whimpered, the sensation penetrating you to your core.

“My wife’s so beautiful,” he uttered into your flesh with a sated groan, gradually directing his hands back down.

“So perfect,” he sighed, exasperated, and added a breathy All mine. Soon enough, his palms glided towards the tenderness of your thighs, where they squeezed and kneaded and massaged them, whilst his mouth mumbled incoherent chants against your skin.

Whatever it was he's crooning, you understand it's nothing short of delirious – in a way that prompted you he's wholeheartedly in love with you. And as his fingers strayed along your figure, you gifted him alluring successions of deep, grateful whimpers.

Heizou has your body memorized – each stretch, each bend, each sweet spot that could send you down a pathos-filled spiral.

Not much later, his lips caught yours, nipping at them like he was starved for your taste. Even you can sense how flustered he's become, how much desperation he's driven by, how badly he's out to please you.

“Archon, you drive me insane...” he hissed into your mouth, the rapid pace of your heart aligning with his husky breathing. You maintained him pressed flush against you by his shoulders with zero intention to ever let go— the effect his previous statement had upon you was colossal; each limb of yours was buzzing with excitement and your pulse was transcending the realm of health. You could die right here, and it wouldn't be a half-bad way to go.

For a little while, you kissed him back. Soon enough, though, it becomes unbearable to tiptoe around the lechery in this manner— thus, you spoke your mind. Or, more accurately, whined your mind.

“Can't you fuck me? Please, Heizou?” The sheer rashness you filled his name with flustered you, and you struggled to comprehend he was capable of turning you into a pleading, begging, whimpering, faltering, pathetic mess. But then again, you're fully used to it.

The groan your husband issued in response was deep and worked-up. He yearned, more than anything, to grab you by your damp hips and slam you down his length at a pace that'll bruise you from the inside, swallow each outcry you give him, and keep it sacred in his lungs. Stimulate you until your hot tears leak into the shower water racing down the curve of your cheek, but he digested that yearning.

Today, he wanted to be gentle with you. He means to worship the body that's offered up to him so generously whenever you unite in acts of intimacy. He wished to deify you— to prove to you how pure of a goddess you truly are to him.

“I'm afraid that if I fuck you,” Heizou let out a stuttered groan, his dick hardening between your thighs. “We won't be leaving this shower until noon.” He panted and you know he's telling you the truth. If this had been going down on any other day, you'd have gladly accepted that offer. “So, no. However...”

He lowered himself upon his knees, snaking his palms around the backsides of your thighs. In no time, he flung your legs over his shoulders with zero difficulty, keeping you pressed against the cool wall and readjusting his position in order to gain better access to your sex.

In response, your hands dug into his burgundy hair, seeking support in this position he placed you in. His fingers sprawled out over your hips for stability, and he aligned his mouth with your sopping, aching cunt.

Wasting no more time, his tongue made electrifying contact with your heat and parted your folds. A yelp slipped from your mouth, and you're overwhelmed by the friction he's spreading across your center. It roused a stirring within the pit of your stomach that you cannot, by any means, allay.

First, he merely glided his tongue along your slit to prep and work you open, yet soon enough, his lips hungrily closed around your sensitive clit. Once he started sucking upon that sensitive bud, you tilted your head back, launching it against the wall and lightly rutting your hips against Heizou’s mouth with all sorts of whines and moans escaping you.

It should be forbidden to feel this fucking good, you pondered since you've come closer to heaven more than you can count with your husband. There was just something about him— something that transcended your ability to comprehend but lured you in magnetically, nonetheless.

His tongue swept and worked your clit like it was the only thing it knows how to do, and you reveled in the sensations branching out throughout your frame. Your eyelids fluttered, your mouth gaped with threads of sighs of pleasure leaking out of it, and your torso and arms erupted in beady goosebumps— even though the water pouring down upon you was a degree shy of scorching.

You're heaving all over and struggling to claw onto the last shreds of sanity you're left with. Heizou withdrew them from you with each forceful flick of his tongue. His mind was dimmed with the taste of you that filled it, gathered in a thick, tangy cloud, causing his hardened cock to give helpless twitches at each moan and spasm you awarded him with.

You're close to the point where you'd offer your life up in exchange for the incoming orgasm, the raging fervor buried within your depths setting your body ablaze. Heizou was more than aware of how close you'd grown to him. Your heart has sold you out to him so brashly, and as your thighs clasped shut around his head with agitated anticipation, he channeled a guttural groan into your heat.

It did you more favors than you expected it to, bliss bursting in the pit of your stomach at once as he continued bobbing his head and simultaneously lapping away at your clit to lead you through the sudden orgasm. Your muscles tensed up, your core pulsating against your husband’s skillful mouth.

He swallowed each throb, each flutter, each thump, and God, does it sate him. If it were up to him, he'd have you coming on his face until the end of time. It could seriously send him over the edge alone— and before he knew it himself, it did.

Once you're clambering down your overwhelming high, he desperately spilled onto his own stomach, siphoning broken-up moans into your heat, his eyes closed taking in every drop of your white fluid.

Your thighs were stiffly clenched as his fingertips twitched upon them with the dawn of his orgasm, nails digging into your sensitive flesh. His chest swelled with force. Words fail to describe the shock you're taken over by, however arousing the situation translated to.

Hands still securely tangled in his hair, you massaged his scalp. “Ohh, Heizou...” you whispered your husband’s name, starstruck.

You're not sure you can come up with a better response to the ongoing, thus you simply marveled at the aroused detective: flushed, exhausted, wallowing in his high whilst still nuzzled against you. Once his orgasm started wearing off, the groaning against your center ceased, but it's nevertheless obvious that he was trying to savor every last bit of bliss he could get before it slipped away from him entirely.

At the same time, you're elevated to a degree of astonishment that robbed you of all ability to respond to the outer world, and at this moment, all you knew was you and him. And the fact he just came from solely eating you out.

In no time, Heizou gently lifted your thighs from his shoulders, setting you down on the wet ground with utmost care. His knees yielded to a crackle as he stood up, pain briskly dashing through his frame. He ignored it.

Instead, he rose to your level, cupped your hot face, and invited you into a soft, loving kiss. Your flavor played on his tongue so fervently, and he shared it with you— an offer you cannot ever refuse. He kissed you deeply, cordially, sweetly.

You’re loved, and what's more, loved by him.

But you're also late. And still need to shower.

Therefore, your palms landed flat upon his chest. You proceeded to gently push him away, and unfortunately break the kiss much to his disappointment.

“Now I really need to get ready.” you panted, a blush playing on your face. Even though Heizou couldn’t see it, he filtered it through your tone. By now, you've already taken hold of your body wash and spurted some of it into your hand.

Once you began spreading it over your glistening skin in languid, thorough motions, he delivered you his usual mischievous expression.

“Need any help with that?” he inquired and who are you to say no?

The next few minutes were spent with Heizou posing somewhat of a help, rendering assistance with washing your body, but also diluting the deed with tender kisses and not-so-innocent caresses.

You were definitely late to brunch by the time you were out of the shower, and the very moment you haphazardly wrapped a fuzzy mint towel around your figure— which soaked in the soapy droplets of water trickling down your body— you're already racing across the house towards the ringing telephone.

It laid upon the front counter of the kitchen, and as you took the handset, you were faced with an enraged Sango.

Fuck.

You cursed in your mind, preparing for the worse.

Sango’s voice spilled out of the speaker at once, calling out your name with a harsh undertone. You're stung by guilt the second you hear it, toying with excuse variations within your head as her words flew on in that grainy fashion everyone's familiar with.

“[Name], where are you? Look if anything happened, emergency or not, you have to call me immediately. I’m worried sick if something might have happened to you! You know what, I should drop by your house.”

“W-wait no! I’m fine really! I’m going to be a bit late so you don’t have to come here.” You assured, but Sango wasn’t taking any of it.

“Look, if Shikanoin— er, Heizou’s doing horrible things to you, I won’t let him get away with it! He’s—“

The call was cut off and you felt a presence ghosting behind you, and it didn’t take you too long to notice the handheld in your palm had disappeared. Once it came to a conclusion, you spun around, only to perceive him standing before you, a towel loosely tied around his hips and wet strips of hair dropping into his beautiful face.

What's more: Your husband was taking your call with a smirk on his face.

“Mrs. Shikanoin is unable to attend your brunch today. Hm? She’s sick, that's why she woke up late.” He glanced at you and seeing your disbelief reaction was enough to gauge out a chuckle from him. “Now now, I’m being a caring husband, that's all. I don’t want to see my wife pass out and get hurt when she’s out sick.”

He felt no remorse at all. That smirk was enough to say everything. The cocky, rapacious asshole Heizou sometimes is...

Heizou ended the call and the termination of plans with someone you care about pained you. You don’t know how you would face Sango and explain everything to her.

“Well, then,” your husband dragged the words out with mischief smoldering in his voice, “guess you're all mine for today, hm?”

[sebsxphia]

Rheet with not only a breeding kink but he will go absolutely feral-primal even- over the fact that you start to lactate. Your so good. Providing for the child and he can't help to feel a pang of guilt that he gets sort of jealous of the kid. But man does he want to be the one sloth against your breast, nursing. You petting his head and whispering how well he is doing. Will absolutely derail it into the most filthy sexual act if you let him. Has you split open and folded in half in no time, his greedy mouth never leaving your tits.

jesus fuckin’ christ dear anon 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i’ve mentioned rhett’s lactation kink before, but this, this is fucking art and belongs in a god damn museum. you have captured rhett’s lactation kink PERFECTLY.

it’s something rhett never thought he would experience. seeing you gently soothe your little ones head and whisper sweet praises about how well they’re doing, rhett felt something twitch deep within his gut and shamefully, in his trousers too.

his brow was furrowed as he watched you from the doorway to your nursery and when you caught his eye, ready to greet your husband after a day out on the ranch, the look in rhett’s eye was primal. it was something you’d seen on only a handful of occasions, one being the night when your child was convinced.

you finished your feed and put them down for a sleep, ushering rhett out of the room after he kissed them softly goodnight.

“are you mad at me, abbott?”

“mad? no- fuck, no, darlin’.”

“then what? you’re looking like you want to eat me alive.”

rhett’s gaze drifted down to your shirt and fixated on some of your milk leaking through the cotton. you recently had some difficulties feeding your little one and you found yourself with plenty of milk left over.

you cocked your head to the side and a knowing smile twitched on the corner of your lips.

“oh, you’re not, jealous, are you?”

rhett’s eyes came back to yours and his eyebrows twitched into a frown again. he was unsure of what he was about to admit to himself.

“i- i don’t fuckin’ know, alright? all i know is i want you. i want to taste you.” rhett had you pinned up against the door to your bedroom now and tweaked at your nipple behind your shirt which caused a wanton moan to slip from your lips.

“c’ ere, lay down with me and help me out. i’ve got a lot left over.” you pushed yourself off the door and guided rhett to the bed. he let out a quiet groan at your words and the sight of you slipping off your shirt, your nipples leaking.

you gasped when you felt rhett attach his chilled lips to your nipple and sucked you down greedily. it was as if he’d never eaten before in his life.

you automatically took on the mother role and smoothed your hand through his tousled locks of hair and petted at his head. “shh, easy there cowboy. go gently and slowly.”

rhett groaned louder at your sweet praises, but it was muffled by his mouth pressed up hungrily against your soft and tender flesh.

he nurses you better than your own god damn child, practically sucking and feeding you dry. you could feel rhett grinding his crotch against your thigh and you can feel his cock harden under his jeans with every stroke.

“need you.” you whisper breathlessly and tug on rhett’s hair to signal your own arousal.

you’re both quick to remove your clothes and have your legs thrown over rhett’s broad shoulders and feel his cock sinking into you with no time to waste. his mouth is only off you for mere seconds before he cranes over you to attach his mouth to your nipple again.

your heightened arousal produces more milk in the process and rhett is messy with his tongue to lap up every drip that falls from your sore and sensitive nipples.

nice!! :) thank you so, so much for this incredible thot my dear anon!! i could kiss your brain, mwah!! 💌💖

(@bradshawsbitch this is for you!! 💖)

[daisyvisions]

I just gotta hop back in here bc

did someone say p r i m a l hak?? no i need to hear more on this bc oh my lord that's such a ughh yes pls

hak is so underrated hot like he's fr such a giver but combined with a primal kink? pls give us more beloved

🐈

A/N: idk how I managed to conjure this shit up with 5 hours of sleep. tbh I wasn't planning on making it this long but damn okay sexy brain 😮‍💨

so I feel like hak's thing for primal play would be incredibly secret. Like you wouldn't even think he'd be into that especially from his happy and soft personality

but you end up finding out about it while you were trying to run away from him after "accidentally" smearing frosting on his face, he was determined to get you back for it with a wad of whip cream in his hand

eventually he catches up to you and tackles you on the bed, locking you in place while straddling your hips down to the bed. by some miracle he's able to get both your wrists with one hand and he smears the whip cream on your cheek all the way down to your collarbone

you both laugh and tell him to clean you off, but what you didn't realize this whole time while he's got you locked under his grasp was he was already going into primal mode subconsciously and LICKS the whip cream off

of course your instinct reaction was to moan from the sensation of his wet tongue over your skin but you immediately blush and say sorry but instead he intently looks into your eyes, gets closer to your face and just licks your lips, making you moan like a touched-starved loser (but he's fucking basking in your helplessness right now tbh)

something in him snaps, he immediately grabs your very thin shirt and rips it apart with his bare hands and attacks your chest, marking you up as much as he can while he swiftly removes your bottoms along with your underwear and changes position to have your legs wrapped around his torso as he rubs his clothed cock against your wet aching cunt.

the thought of your arousal soaking the front of his sweatpants as he continues to ravage your chest, sucking on your tits like it was his last source of sustenance

he continues to dry hump you until you're cumming all over his pants, and right after he immediately flips you over on your stomach, pulls down his sweatpants enough to free his incredibly hard cock and slips it in your wet entrance with no second thought about preparation because you're incredibly soaking, making the initial stretch of his cock inside you more manageable

now he's roughly thrusting into you, the weight of his body laid on top of you so you have no chance of squirming, hands grabbing your tits for dear life as he grunts like an animal in heat against your ear

needless to say, this goes on for hours on end and you both forget about cake in the kitchen you were suppose to decorate for Jacob's birthday

(well... you're gonna have to make another one because Hakyneon plans on smearing all that cake frosting and whip cream on your naked body later on and cleaning you up again as dessert 🥴)

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

Oooh Cheese & Crackers!!

Beast folk and faunus were not an uncommon thing in this world, especially in far off regions like zootopia and menagerie where they were the majority of the citizenship and population. Hell even the king and president was a canine man,it just happened to be thst in some cities or villages or small towns like South City and Satan City they tended to be rare minority but not uncommon. For a young adult rabbit like Judy Hopps from the small humble town of Bunny Burrows (constantly growing population numbers not withstanding),it was this kind of thing thst never deterred her from following her dreams to become a police officer and make the world that little bit more safe every day for good honest folk.Friendships and partnership were to be expected but relationships were the furthest thing from her mind when she moved to Satan city after being assigned to the local precint after graduating the academy and she was more than thankful in kicking out on getting a senior officer assigned as her partner in Krillin.

Being as compact and short as they were,Judy had to say the guy was easy to get along with and certainly didn’t hold any preconceived notions in regards to either her species or her gender,helping used to working the beat in no time from humble traffic duties to watching her back when taking out crooks, cheese and crackers it’s like the guy was super human!! Not to mention helping her out in adapting to life in the the big city in a metropolis like this and even saved her time and money by letting her lodge in the spare room of his house with his family. His daughter was just adorable(and more than okay with calling Judy “cute”) and hot damn he had to be the envy of a lot of men with a wife like his. Though 18 was an odd name,the blonde cyborg even joking that it’s because her father was very dull.

But under that cool,ice cold demeanour was quite the woman though the shortstack bunny was often puzzled by the looks 18 would shoot her way every now then. Some mischievous gleam in her eyes and this smile like the blonde knew something Judy herself didn’t know. It didn’t bother much though it seemed like the bombshell had that look especially whenever she saw the bunny alone together with her husband on and off the clock. She wasn’t sure why,it’s just she happened to enjoy her partner’s company.

He was polite,friendly,very down to earth and casual and a great spotting and sparring partner in the gym. Crimping thanks to him her body strength was skyrocketing to such points and degrees thst she could press super heavy weights!! But then Judy over time found herself having thoughts about Krillin invading her mind. The kind of ones thst really out ideas in your head,the sort you’d expect to read about in those trashy smut novels or on porn sites.

She knew she shouldn’t be having them,thinking such things,for crying out loud he was a married man!! It certainly wasn’t the interspecies difference but those thoughts did go off the rails, making her wonder what it’d be like, pressing her shortstack furry frame against his hairless,sculpted form. Night after night waking up in her room or snapping out of it from a sudden wet dream, finding her crotch gushing,soaking her thighs frkm sexual fantasies about Krillin. Was it some dormant primal instincts in her bunny rabbit genes?

Something within her brain stirring,compelling her to be dawn towards some latent alpha male sexual charisma the man was exuding without realising it? Like some magnetism of sorts? All Judy knew was that every passing day and week it just kept growing within her. This raw,primal sexual heat and lust that she found hard to quell, omly able to stave off it whenever she could, such as being able to get a good night’s sleep,biting the sheets of her bed or smothering her face in her pillow as she fingered herself vigourously,thinking of Krillin mating with her.

His compact,powerful form pin in her down as he rutted her with a no doubt gifted human cock. Such was the intensity of her thoughts that we find ourselves currently at the station office the human and bunny duo shared and worked together in when they weren’t on the beatt or reporting to the precinct office to their superior officers. The locker room occupied only by Judy herself as she used the showers,soothing and relaxing her furry frame,relieving it of aches and pains after another long hard day of serving snd protecting the public. The warm,hot steamy water a gift from heaven s she hummed and gasped.

Her silky grey fur becoming wet and glistening. So into this sensation was she, that her hands began to move of their own accord after fixing the shower head back into place. The solitude letting her guard down, gasping as her palms grazed her tits. Before doing it again on purpose this time, followed by grasping them, giving them a firm squeeze and massage.

Judy: “Aaahn…Krillin,not like this…someone might…"*She whispered to herself,roping herself before her hands moved down to her snatch,feeling her nectar flowing even as it mixed seamlessly with the hot shower water. Fingers probing and invading her slit as her mind fantasized,visualising Krillin here and now in the shower with her. Touching her,molesting her,kissing her in ways that stirred her libido,her giving back as good as he was getting. Moaning and panting as she played out her latest wet dream.a regular reocc fantasy of hers.* “Aahn…”

Singing out sexual praise to her dream man as the sound of the water running and splashing helped to drown her out. Only to find her masturbating interrupted when the shower curtain opened, Judy pausing part way to open her violet eyes in shock,to see none other than Krillin catching her in the act! human and bunny alike naked as the day they were born,looks of surprise on their faces as he beheld her wet naked self while she in turn saw him fully nude for the first time. Her shame and shock giving way to her libido as her primal instincts kicked in at seeing his cock and balls in all their full frontal glory.

Cheese and crackers he wasn’t hung like a bull or horse,if anything he put them to shame!! Her pussy lips twitching as nectar flowed down her thighs, eyes glowing with her burning lust as she saw his cock begin to stir and rise to fill erect attention. He was getting turned on,the mere idea enough to make Judy forget the awkwardness of being caught in the act as she grabbed him by the shoulders,pulling him into the shower with her, making him drop his towel as she pressed her lips to his, the dam of resistance she had built up bursting as she gave into her instincts. Her thighs hugging and squeezing thst thick,long hard meat as her cotton tailed bubbl butt massaged and squeezed his shaft.

Her delight mixing with her arousal as she found him returning the kiss, his tongue mashing and pressing against her in a sloppy dance as his hands were grasping and squeezing her ass, making her tail wag and her ears twitch as the bunny cop wrapped her arms around those powerful shoulders and draped her legs around his waist, deepening and intensifying their makeout as the impulse to mate kicked in between them. Before Judy knew it, she no longer found herself a virgin,as she was pressed up against the wall, deep throated moans escaping her as Krillin held onto and kept squeezing her ass. His hips bucking and plowing away with a growing steady momentum of speed and power as his cock hammered not her bunny snatch. His shaft sliding into the warm, tight, wet embrace of her pussy as her juices lubed up and showered tht dick, her womb glowing with a fire, ready to receive his warm, creamy baby making seed.

Her brain gone into fuck like a rabbit mode as she didn’t bother keeping count or track of her orgasms, thinking only of making Krillin blow his load and pump his batter into her. Brain going wild with fantasies of being knocked up with and having his babies as she felt her mind go hazy and numb with pleasure, feeling as if she were playing out a porn movie montage. Going from being plowed against the wall to him lying on the floor as she rode him in reverse and foreard cowgirl, the feel of his hands on either her bouncing tits or her jiggling ass as his eyes took in her tone shortstack frame drove her wild with erotic excitement. To lying on her front prone bones or being taken doggy style,hands and knees kn the floor to being bent in a mating press or piledriver as she was worked like some sexual butter churn.

And how she loved every single moment of it, especially the sweet,blissful ectasy when he would finally blow his load. Cumming inside her,flooding her eager,welcoming womb with his potent seed. Soon laying beside each other,the shower raining on them as they painted,simply gazing at one another. Basking in the afterglow as they made out,their partnership taken to a whole new,different,sexually thrilling level.

That night at dinner, judy sat across 18 as the man of the house did so from Maron, bonding with the adorable little Ray of sunshine while the shortstack bunny was rubbing her thighs together recalling the phantom sensations of what she’d done with Krillin buzzing through her nerves. Only to find 18 pressing and rubbing her foot against her own and up along her leg. Her violet eyes widening in shock as th blonde was playing footsie with her. Her bare sole now pressing and rubbing against the bunny babe’s denim clad crotch,making judy twitch and moan,biting her lip to not give away any sign of struggle or arousal, Krillin unaware of what was going on under the table before looking their way to make small talk and conversation as 18 played coy, acting as if she hadn’t just molested their rabbit house guest.

18:*Not long after the bunny found herself along with the lady of the house,washing dishes together as father snd child played video games,Judy washing when 18 loomed behind her suddenly,wrapping an arm around her waist, snaking a hand down the front of her daisy dukes,fingers probing her pussy as her other hand snaked under her pink plaid shirt to play with one of her tits. Making Judy squirm and moan at the molesting ambush as the blonde kissed along her neck and shoulder before whispering into her ear.* “Mmm,so wet…I can feel it,,he came inside you right? Did you enjoy it? Was it your first time? I knew it was only a matter of time. right from day kne when he brought you home…beast girls like you just go wild for him..I’d love to see it…tonight,we‘re gonna come into your room and do it together…and tomorrow night you stay in our room with us…okay,little sex bunny?” *The blonde taunts playfully biting her ear as she felt Judy cum around her fingers,withdrawing her hand and releasing her from her grasp, the bunny watching her lick her fingers clean and walk away with a sway to her hips. Judy barely standing in shaker legs as she held onto the counter edge of the sink.

Cheese and crackers,18 knew they had done it? And from the sounds of it, Judy isn’t the first or last woman, human or beast to get it on with the compact stud. And that was just so hot!! That night in the chestnut family homestead, as little Marron slept peacefully, Judy found herself restless as her libido stirred with sensual excitement.

There she was imply laying in her sleepwear as her guest room door cracked open, Krillin in just a tanktop and shorts as he was mumbling, a playful embarrassed look on his face, nervously twitching as 18 stood beside him in sexy lingerie, the pair entering and closing the door behind them with the blonde clicking the lock shut. The shortstack bunny shaking with growing excitement and tension as 18 came over, cuppinng her face as they pressed their lips together. Tongues dancing as deep thrusted moans were exchanged between them in aa game of spitswapping tonsil hockey. Krillin looking on in awe before his wife reached out and pulled him in, making the kiss a three way of lips and tongues.

Their hands exploring one another as they began to strip one another until they were all naked as the day they were born. Cyborg bombshell and sexy shortstack rabbit soon kneeling on the floor stroking, licking, sucking and blowing that cock, making out with it between them, hearts glowing in their eyes as their primal female sexual instincts were in full effect for this, in their mind, ideal, prime piece of alpha male. Judy finding herself once more playing out her own personal porno montage as her head hung off the edge of the bed,t aking a heavy facefucking as that meaty cock hammered into her mouth while 18 ate her out To 18 playing with herself as she watched with voyeuristic slight at seeing Judy take it missionary to spread eagle style from their man to 18 getting it from behind doggystyle as Judy held her face to her snatch as the rabbit and Krillin made out to 18 and Judy makign out as the blonde sat on the former monk’s face while the bunny rod his cock cowgirl style.

One on one, different positions of two on one to Judy and 18 bonding through casual lesbianism as their man watched, to each babe watching the other get plowed or facefucked or rutted in their ass. 18 especially taking delight when letting Judy have her turn one on one, leaning in to whisper and taunt Judy playfully, saying how hot and “cute” she looked taking Krillin’s dick like a pro, asking how many babies she might get knocked up with. Visions flooding Judy’s mind of sharing a life together with this family, Maron bonding with and playing with god knows how many adorable hybrid bunny brothers and sisters. It was all too much for Judy as all the intense orgasms caught up to her, drifting off into the sweet embrace of sleep, this time her bed now having company, her naked furry form sandwiched between her partner beside her, his cock still in her snatch, as 18 spooned her from behind, her arms draped over her husband and new sex friend.

Judy had never thought much of what she’d do with her life last getting he dream job. Let alone that she’d wind uo becoming part of a threesome relationship,or whatever it was more than just thst that 18 had implied. But she had to say,she was looking forward to a wild,sexual,y exciting future with her new alpha male. Hell,part of her was wondering if she should introduce her cousin Lola to the guy.

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Sk8r Girl

Jackie wouldn’t say she was a virgin by any means of stretch certainly. She just never found any of her prior encounters or casual lays considered worth the kind of saucy details and gossip you’d share with your lady friends,let alone the kind of lay so phenomenal that she had a sizeable list of fuckbuddies or the right kind of guy she’d settle down with. She was a single young girl in her sexual prime,a body with good genetics enhanced with the right blend of thicc meat and muscle tone brought about from her passion hobbies like surfing and skateboarding. So she knew she was never short in interested suitors that was for sure, especially when coming to Satan City University on a scholarship and the X games coming up, there was bound to be a line that went around d the corner, twice.

Or so that would’ve been had it not been for thst flyer she found on the campus bulletin board by chance,offering room and board. Offered so graciously and generously by that blonde milf who Jackie couldn’t envy was hot enough to make even the most straight girl a little bicurious. Her daughter was just too sweet and adorable of course, if Jackie had ever had a little sister, she would be it. Not that it stopped Maron from calling her that.

Her dad Krillin of course was a very easy going humble guy who seemed quite good at his job as a cop. Especially going by local gossip and chatter especially among the ladies in town. That was when it started for Jackie, oh sure there weren’t any signs, anything different happening with her body or in her thoughts. But if it had started somewhere, she would have to say it was when she went along with her host family on a beach trip, figuring it would be a good chance to get some surfing practice in.

She wasn’t any stranger to guys checking out and ogling her in swimsuits, but god 18 just handled it all like a pro, paying little to no mind or attention what so ever to them. If anything the blonde bombshell only cared for that kind of thing coming from her husband, posing and grinning just for him whenever she saw him looking her way. The chill, laidback skater/surfer girl puzzled whenever 18 would pull her in for a pose, like mother and daughter or sisters showing off. But when Jackie saw Krillin in his beachwear?

Her brain totally shut down because good lord, his swimshorts were just casual, baggy, reached down halfway to his shins and past his knees but that didn’t matter because the man was jacked!! He wasn’t a giant but his physique was sculpted, he certainly never skipped leg day and he didn’t lift, no he pressed!! And god help her Jackie couldn’t help but stare and then start having thoughts. What it would feel like to kiss those lips, touch and caress those muscles, or have him massage her body with his hands.

Soon as she started undressing him with her eyes and wondering how big his dick was, her face turned red as she found he thighs soaking from her flowing arousal, she knew she had to struggle and fight the temptation. Surfing helped but whenever she was idle, laying back as she tanned and soaked in the sun’s rays, the naughty ideas and fantasies wouldn’t leave her be. Doing what she could to resist them,after all,the guy was married but he just had…a thing about him!! Also was it her imagination or was 18 giving her looks?

Not looks that scrasmed territorial and possessive like ’stay away from my man’ but like ‘you want him don’t you? I know you do’. Was she some weird kinky woman who got a thrill out of other girls being sexually thirsty for her husband? That was….kind of hot. Especially when 18 would seemingly casually offer to lather her up with tanning oil, her hands getting quite friendly and daring, brushing the side of her tits, groping her ass or rubbing her thighs so close to her cameltoe.

Making the chill girl squirm, biting her lip or towel to keep down any moans, unaware 18 was shooting Krillin some seductive looks as if knowing he was seeing this and hoping her enjoyed the show. The compact gentleman of course taking a deep breath as he made his leave, saying he needed to cool off at the beach showers. Soon as he was out of visual and audio range, Jackie found 18 ceased her stealth sensual massage, helping her out her swimsuit top back on and help her to her feet. Before pulling her along ,right to the shower stalls, the surfer skater so out of it from the earlier work the blonde milf had done that she wasn’t quite able to voice a protest or ask why and what they were doing.

Especially when they went right for a stall that was occupied, as 18 grabbed and pulled open the curtain, showing this was indeed the stall Krillin was occupying, as the shortstack dilf jumped in shock, exposing that was he naked and had been in the midst of stroking off. 18 simply grinning like the cat that caught the canary as Jackie dropped her jaw, eyes widening, a sensual blush as she saw the man’s cock and balls. Sweet Christmas, she couldn’t even think of any toys that were half the length or girth of that thing, he was hung!! This was no dick,it was a COCK!! Like that, Jackie felt her brain begin to go into overdrive, like someone flipped a switch and any and all things related to her libido was going full force, turning her from a chill, laidback girl into a thirsty bitch in heat.

Erasing any and all names and faces of her prior sexual encounters, telling her to forget those losers because a real man now stood before her. That was how Jackie found herself and 18 kneeling on the shower floor, tagteaming the shortstack compact Adonis stud’s cock and balls with a double team blowjob. Lips and tongues working away, hearts flowing in their eyes, pants and moans escaping them that is when they weren’t busy having him facefuck him, deepthroating his shaft as they lubed it up with their saliva, his smooth heavy balls slapping their chins or taking turns giving him a titfuck, Jackie in awe at how much her girls couldn’t cover, excess ore drowning her lush tan, freckled skin. But the sheer force of how much he came and the taste of his jizz, the thrill of nearly drowning in it or suffocating on his cock enough to make her cum.

But then the dilf was no slouch himself in giving back as good as he got, his hands and mouth on her tits and pussy sending delightful jolts of pleasure along up her nerves. Especially when 18 added herself into the mix but goddamn did the guy know how to eat a woman out!! But oh that sweet, thrilling sensation when he finally went down on her, the raw primal ecstasy as his cock penetrated her, his length and girth enough to make her cum, inch after inch of pussy pleasing, ass jiggling inch of that womb jackhammer sinking in as she had her arms and legs around him as he laid atop her in missionary. 18 playing with herself as she watched the college extreme sports protege become acquainted with her man’s virility and prowess.

Deep throated moans escaping her as she rode the lighting of pleasure, not needing to keep count of how many times she came or how man positions she would go through with this dilf, only those delicious moments when he would cum inside her. Flooding her womb with that hot white cream as her flexible, thicc body was put through a kama sutra of positions under the sunny blue skies ad the hot steamy water. The clap of her jiggling asscheeks and the sway of her tits, that is when he wasn’t squeezing them as he took her doggy style to feeling herself bent over used like a sexual accordion or butter churn in a piledriver or mating press to the delicious intimacy of straddling his lap, his hands squeezing her booty, her tits rubbing against his firm, powerful pecs, legs around his waist as her tongue mashed against his in a sloppy kiss, bouncing and riding his pistoning  bitchpleaser. Or the spiciness of when 18 would have her turn or make it a three way as Jackie would find her eating her out as she got it from behind as the surfer babe and Krillin made out to the milf straddling her face as Krillin took her in missionary.

Sweet pornographic bliss and ecstasy flooded her every nerve as she came to bond with and get very sexually acquainted with her hosts, getting the feeling this wouldn’t be a one time thing. Wondering if she wasn’t the last and certainly not the first woman to get roped into whatever weird, wild sexual thing these two had going on, a thoughtful question that would be answered when the curtain opened, revealing a very sexy lifeguard who had clearly been making sure nobody would pay any mind or attention to this threesome, eyeing them in the midst of Jackie in reverse cowgirl as Krillin held her behind as 18 sucked her tits. The exotic babe simply peeling down her red one piece as she made it clear her silence would come with a very delicious price they’d be more than happy to pay and arrange. Suffice to say, that was a semester Jackie was never forgetting not when she met a man she'd come to think as "Daddy"....

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OH MAMA!

The Herron MILF duo of Jane and Veronica, who were about as close to beacons of authority and standing with this their misfit band of sizequeens, were out with Krillin doing some shopping. Only natural as their assigned chaperone that he would so and things were going about as routine as possible when the next thing either of them knew, they suddenly grabbed in the parking lot. Someone wasn't careful enough among the observation team which was why this ambush managed to catch even the shortstack fighter off guard, much to his own annoyance and shame alike. The fact they threatened the 2 redheaded woman with implied unpleasantness didn't help matters and so he had no choice but to surrender.

The trio were soon taken to a secret base of what was no doubt this enigmatic Red Ribbon army offshoot and within moments of their bound selves being brought before the leader who wasted no time in dealing out a round of insults towards Veronica, much to her puzzlement and the mix of confusion and curiosity alike of her sister and Krillin. You'd think she'd remember having ever even crossed or messed with someone from the infamous and notorious RR army until pompous went on a tirade, the ever classical dirtbag monologue, revealing that back when Veronica was the leader of the Herron clan's shall we say, less than legitimate business operations and dealings, she'd killed his father and not before she'd destroyed his home by sleeping with him, which resulted in ruining his parents marriage by proxy extension. Thus he swore revenge which lead to this overly convoluted plan gathering up remains of the old RR army and acquiring some of their resources, all for his grand masterplan which in his mind was a stroke of sheer brilliance. For you see his intention was to put the Herron girls, all of them, each and every single one including Veronica and her sister, through the same program that turned 18 and 17 into androids (cyborgs) and turn them into sex dolls (which was Veronica's worst fear), a fitting end for, in his mind, a family of slutwhore homewrecker cock loving bitches.

When Krillin stepped up, seemingly nonchalant acting in defiance and not standing anymore of this blatant egocentric inhumane tangent, the leader opted to pour salt in the wound as he revealed that he'd also kidnapped his daughter, Marron, locked away in a secure area a few floors above. However, instead of getting upset, the short king simply stated, "dead man walking". It was at this point that none other than 18 busted through the wall in full mama bear mode! It was at this point, he and his motley crew knew....they'd fucked up.

One severe one woman army class beatdown later, to which Jane and Veronica winced, almost feeling sorry for the bastards, key word being almost and the cyborg asskicker was done, A brief call to the precinct and the police were on their way, no doubt sure to be surprised to find the path of destruction and a down and out, bound and gagged RR army group nicely giftwrapped for them. In the meantime as 18 leaeft to go further into the base to search for stragglers whole finding and securing Marron's safety, Jane and Veronica proceeded to pounce. Wasting little to no time in hugging Krillin and kissing him with deep, passionate abandon as soon as they were freed.

Call it relief from being saved, the adrenaline and endorphins alike caused by increasing panic, their pent up lust from days and weeks Laura and the other girls enjoying this compact Adonis or a combination of all the above but they were just too damn horny to care, they needed to fuck and they wanted and needed right, fucking, ASAP!! Quite frankly, Jane and Veronica didn't even care to argue as they were want to do when it came to having the attention of a stud to either of themselves, they just needed him here and now!! As the three got into tongue loaded round of 3 way kissing, even starting to make out as they stripped one another naked, 18 returned as suddenly as she had disappeared, a sweetly napping Marron in her arms, which got the 2 Herron women a bit scared and concerned. After all, having seen her strength firsthand, they were no doubt expecting one very territorial and pissed off housewife yet imagine their shock when she outright says, "Don't mind me" and continued on her way to take her daughter back home safe and sound.........all the sensually smirking as she knew she was going to love hearing the detail about this soon as Krillin came back home.

The two go wild letting out all the stress they have built over the last few months as the blonde asskicking cyborg pretty much gave the okay on consent, their lusty eyes gazing in awe upon that massive cock as they grasped it in their hands. Making the short king groan as he felt a dual assault of horny lips and tongues kiss, lick, suck and blow on his shaft from the tip to the balls, causing him to give some deep, hard reflexive facefucking. All the while he squeezed their bubbly booty cheeks and probed their pussies with his skilled fingers before he soon found them giving him a tandem paizuri, stroking and massaging his oak tree cock with their big, juicy titties as their bodies yearned to have this compact stud mate and breed them. Their luscious thighs soaking wet with the heavy waterfall flow of nectar as their netherlips quivered and gushed as they cried out for that cock.

Pretty soon it was Jane and Veronica crying out in euphoric rapture and primal pleasure as Krillin was fucking them deep and hard, after giving them a nice facial and mouthful of his seed to start things off of course. But the earlier oral preview from him stretching their mouths and stuffing their throats had nothing on the delicious thrilling sensation of their pussies being penetrated and hammered by that length and girth, those glorious balls smacking their clits and making their asscheeks clap and jiggle. The feel of his talented hands and mouth on their tits as he took them on in two on one and one on alike, welcoming this assertiveness and sexual prowess akin to bitches in heat courting and successfully finding an ideal alpha male to claim them. From Veronica riding him cowgirl style as Jane sat on his face to be eaten out by his magic tongue to Jane eating her sister out as the short king fucked her doggy style, to pinning one of them up against the wall to piledriving them into the floor.

Orgasm after orgasm, seconds into minutes to hours when Laura finally arrived with back-up, managing to breakup this threesome even if she was tempted to join in. Of course naturally it continued soon as they got back to the safehouse which naturally saw her get involved as she and Veronica went through some intense hatefucking, being possessive of her partner. All the while the investigation team was rounding up the Red Ribbon faction and any and all evidence of their crimes, especially the damning evidence on security tape of the leader's wicked intentions which meant the whole witness protection was now over. Which naturally lead to Jane and Veronica deciding it was only right to have one last farewell marathon with their studly compact chaperone, though he insisted it be one at a time with exceptions like the twins who were a packaged deal of course but they gladly obliged him...and yes, you can bet it was a long, looooong night......

epilogue: the Herrons eventually returned home once the necessary formalities and paperwork was sorted and seen through with most settling back into their much missed personal routines Some found themselves branching out for new opportunities, such as how Joy was approached by Baba to learn magic while some changed like how Jen and Jenna were a bit less bratty after their close call (mostly and mainly thanks to a deep, hard, Chestnut short king quality fucking) and Krillin of course left a very lasting impression on the women (Yes, including Laura, who was already seeing to her official transfer to the Satan City PD). However, it won't be the last, as Bulma would meet the girls and offer them jobs as beta testers for some experimental Warrior Monk models. They didn't even need to think or be asked twice about considering such a lovely proposition.

Suffice to say, sales and stocks of the Warrior Monk sex dolls and the related dildos and strap-ons skyrocketed especially thanks to the influx of what were deemed as Herron seal of approval models. Everything about the previous Warrior Monk generations with a little more something extra. 18 of course wasted no time in having some quality time catch up with her husband especially once she saw Jacqui's long awaited shoot uploads. Which were of course giving the blonde plenty of naughty ideas.....

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Juggernauts indeed!!

Now Krillin wasn't usually what you'd call a drinking man, not an absolute teetotaller mind you but definitely not an alcoholic but he'd drink enough to be polite especially on those occasions when finishing a shift the department and some of his fellow officers finishing for the evening as well invited him for a little night out on the town. If it was usually some of the girls like Judy, chances were he could expect things to play out with a little action in the bedroom at their place or his (with the bonus of 18 getting in on it). If it was the guys, usually just some playful banter and some asking him what his secret was to his way with the ladies with which he could impart some wisdom. On this particular social gathering, it was a mix of guys and girls and one of the more rowdier frat boys among the bunch won the choice of venue...a place known as Juggernauts.

Upon arriving it could be easy to see why the name and why the place had originally used to be called Knockers, with many of the waiting staff and even the bartender being all women. Many of them walking around in skintight denim jeans or short shorts which were being devoured by their bodacious bubble booties ands the most eyecatching among them had to be the bartender herself, a perky airhead bimbo looking blonde by the name of...Titania, of all things. Yeah it was clear why his co-worker chose this place but luck of the draw and all that and so commenced the festivities of a steady round of booze and snacks like fries and wings. Surely nothing could go wrong or so one would foolishly think without considering that bitch known as Murphy's law......

In this case, it all started when Krillin found himself roped into a drinking contest, last one standing not passed out under the table didn't have to pay the tab. Chalk it up to that superhuman durability that could let him tank bullets because of course he was the winner, however victory didn't come without a total cost. Which being that the amount of beer he'd consumed had left him well past being simply tipsy or dizzy, he was absolutely blotto, sloshed, absolutely swear to drunk he was God!! And it just so happens he was the sort of drunk who got very randy and horny as he couldn't take his eyes off of Titania and that stunning, juicy rack of hers, those jiggling funbags just courting his attention like a bitch in heat seeking a virile male to mate and breed her.

Now of course the bimbo bartender did playfully threaten to cut him off and warned him that he’d had way too much to drink, the short king ootd to stun her with his response. By grabbing and pulling her in for a kiss which she felt had a whole lot of tongue involved and his hands sneaking under her shirt to grope her big juicy titties. The next thing she knew, he broke the liplock to plant his face between her cleavage and motorboat those honkers with absolute gusto. Now Titania wasn’t usually one for drunk customers who broke the look, don’t touchrule but something snout this..bold abrasive assertive act was proving quite the turn-on.

Which might be how and why she decided to pass her shift off to one of her co-workers and proceeded to carry this shortstack drink Casanova back to her place. Moaning and gasping as he was getting more bold and daring in groping and feeling her up. But oh as soon as she got him past the door and locked it, he was resting around from behind her and proceeded to grab and rip her shirt off. Gasping as her tits bounced and breathed free in the open air before he was soon roping them once again. Making her squirm and moan as his assertiveness was really starting to get her worked up with her jeans starting to feel quite warm and sticky….

Now Titania was a pretty sexual girl, a bimbo if there ever was one but she wasn't what you'll call a slut or a whore but hot damn if this short dude wasn't putting any and every guy she'd been with to total shame!! He was HUNG, how he managed to contain that in his pants was beyond her but damn if it didn't feel amazing as he straddled her torso while she laid back flat on her bed. Kissing and licking the tip of that cock as it thrust and pumped while he held her titties between it to jerk himself off with them. In awe of that swole shortstack's body rippling and flexing its muscles as her pussy gushed and quivered with nectar indicating just how badly she needed that slab of meat to ruin her.

But the next thing she knew, the drunk Casanova was suddenly grasping her platinum blonde air and shoving his cock into her mouth, eyes wide at the sudden, fierce and deep facefucking she was now receiving. Inches of his hot, pulsing meat twitching as it stretched and stuffed her throat, those heavy balls slapping her chin as drool dribbled and spluttered. The sudden ferocity and raw primal dominance being asserted by Krillin was shocking and yet oh so arousing as glowing pink hearts began to form in her eyes, her bimbo brain feeling a growing need to have this stud mount and ride her like a mare! Her needy hands plunging down to her snatch as she probed up to 3 fingers knuckle deep, flicking her bean as her needy pussy grew more hungry for that cock that was sure to break her like the bitch in heat she was.

She wasn't so how many orgasms she'd been having since before then as everything became a hazy blur to her but she knew for certain that she was feeling so damn high right now as she finally found herself being penetrated by that godly cock!! Her bed shaking and creaking as Krillin was absolutely demolishing her sexually, making oit a guarantee she'd be a total nympho junkie for his dick and never even think of another man at all! That length and girth pounding awayn into her greedy, horny snatch like an erotic piston from having her ride him cowgirl style which gave him a fine view of her bouncing tits to grasping and squeezing those milktanks as he took her from behind doggy style to making her scream like a banshee as he hoisted her sexy frame up into the air. Performing a deep, hard and intense standing fuck, his arms hooked around her long, well toned legs as he had her bouncing and riding on his cock with their tongues dancing together in a sloppy open air kiss.....

It pretty much went like this for the whole night and continued on into dawn as the short king and the busty bartender commenced with a veritable hentai montage of positions. Titania's apartment looking like a wrecking crew went right through it as the blonde was now drunk on orgasms while Krillin was feeling hungover yet his body had entered the non-state of mind, moving on instinct as their marathon was now in the shower. That hot steamy water raining down on their bodies with Titania pressed up against the glass, her big titties pressed and rubbing against the condensed surface. So lost in their own lewd little world that they didn't notice the apartment door opening..and none other than Androids 18 and 21 entering.

You can only imagine the lewd little sensual smiles of mischief on their faces at the sexual crime scene before them or the sight and sound of their short king rocking yet another bimbo's world. But they never imagined their man could still be quite the lover and yet such a beast when he got a little too much liquor in him. It was definitely something to remember for future consideration as they watched on before waiting for the moment to join in. After all why pass up a chance to get acquainted with Krillin's latest sexual conquest and if she played her cards right, future baby mama?

[conretewings]

"Please"

-She finds herself awoken in the middle of the night to a most unexpected, yet not unwelcome, surprise as his hands brush across her skin and warm breath stirs in her ear, murmuring sweet and filthy things...

***Vander x OC, 18+ ONLY definitely NSFW.***

Fitful, shadowy dreams fade away, nothing more than wisps of smoke and subconscious as Rosemary's sleeping brain is at first lightly prodded, then abruptly jerked awake with a guttural groan against her ear and thick, calloused fingers softly kneading her breast.

Shaking herself more into this world and full coherence, she realizes Vander has curled his massive body around hers, one hand busying itself with her chest and the other wandering almost aimlessly, his breath heavy against the shell of her ear and already hard cock pressed to her ass.

"V-Vander? What are you...?" she wonders, still not completely awake and confused as to where this was coming from; he usually slept quite soundly when she was stayed the night, and the times he awoke first, he'd always be quiet and considerate of her still slumbering.

"Rosie...need you...can't lose..." he finally mumbles out, clumsily rolling onto his back, then half propping himself over her, trailing fingers and lips across her face, neck, belly, wherever he can reach. In the darkness she's close enough to see his flushed face and hollow eyes just barely open. He's not even fully conscious she realizes, yet possessed by a seemingly singular need to be as close as possible-among other needs she notices as he grinds his hips against her a couple times with another low, long groan.

She shivers and reflexively raises her own hips a fraction; his actions were far from unwelcome as she always thoroughly enjoyed his attentions, yet here and now she notes there was something different; primal and instinctive in how he clung to her even while half in this realm and half in some dream state.

"Vander-" she repeats, freeing a trapped arm to pat his cheek, "Van? What's going on? I mean I know but why now-mmph!"

When his only response is his continued heavy breath and to pull himself up further to press his mouth to hers, tongue darting to lap at her lower lip she finally manages to grasp his face in her hands and force him to be still a moment.

"VAN!" she says again, a little sharper now, and it's like a switch is flipped in his brain, the light returning to his eyes as whatever lucid state he's in is shaken loose somewhat, "What is all this?!"

He swallows thickly, then with a sigh leans in to kiss her once more and murmurs against her lips, "I lost you...can't lose you again...have to make damn sure you're still here..." his steel-blue eyes meet hers, a deep fire burning there, "Please, love, I need you..."

He was clearly still half conscious but coherent enough to understand exactly what he wanted. The goosebumps flare across her skin; there was something almost desperate in his gaze as he clutched her with a slight tremble and crack in his deep voice. Rosemary weren't sure if she'd ever seen him like this, so needy as if he'd burn into ashes if that fire wasn't quelled.

And well...who was she to leave her lover in such a state?

Wordlessly, she captures Vander's mouth in another kiss and shifts to pull her nightshirt up further, exposing her body to the cool air and his fevered touch as he pounces, a triumphant hunter with his prey, his groans morphing into almost a growl. Her back arches with a stuttered whimper, fingers tugging his thick hair as his mouth finds a nipple, tongue swirling over the swollen bud and she nearly yelps when his teeth graze her as well.

Shuddering, with some brief fumbling pants are removed and he wastes no time in positioning himself between her thighs, one hand clutching her hip as he presses himself inside her, moaning into her shoulder. She lets out a positively sinful sound herself, arcing her hips to take more of him in; he was going faster and rougher than usual but luckily, she was already slick enough alone from the downright feral mood he was in.

Time disappears, melting away as they melt into each other, his pace against her slow and deep but unsteady, punctuated with pauses to kiss or caress whatever spot was nearest and murmur praises or incoherent words into her skin and she swears of all the times she's been with him, it's never been quite like this as in all sense of the word he worships her body with his own.

It takes some moments to register but she abruptly notices his movements grow lazier and more erratic...before he gradually slows to a stop, his weight resting more on her now and breathing calm as realization sets in; he's fallen back asleep. She bites her lip, the sensation of his thick length still inside her deliciously torturous-but he's growing heavier by the second so, with some reluctance, she wriggles free.

He mumbles somewhere in his sleep, and she turns to cradle his head against her chest, fingers tangling in his hair as his arms come up to encircle her and eventually, she drifts off as well, mind still confused but pleasantly content.

In the morning, Rosemary is bustling about the kitchen, putting some coffee on when a loud yawn echoes through the room. She glances over her shoulder with a welcoming grin, "Morning, Papa Bear."

"Mornin', Rosie..." Vander grumbles, scratching his side under the old t-shirt he wore and rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes, "Can I eh, ask ya somethin'?"

"Sure?"

"Last night um," he clears his throat and steps closer, dropping his voice to a murmur but still avoids her direct gaze, "Did we...?"

She smirks, not skipping a beat, "Have a very passionate fuck yes. Yes we did-until you passed out."

His face reddens a shade, a faintly sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips, "Ah...so I wasn't dreamin'..."

"Vander," she stops slicing a stale but still good loaf of bread for toast to turn to him, placing one hand on his cheek to force him to look at her, "Is everythin' alright? You were talkin' about how you'd lost me, then all but begged to make love to me. What's goin' on?"

Here his expression hardens and he exhales loudly, taking her hand and after a moment using it to envelop her in a hug, "It's stupid, prob'ly, but I had an awful nightmare...the kind where everythin' seems normal 'cept somethin's very wrong..." his arms tighten around her, face pressed into the top of her head, "...ya died. So when I started to wake up I had to know if it was real."

She sighs, nuzzling into his shoulder and inhaling his musky, ever-slightly smokey scent, "It's not stupid. I'm here...and I'm not plannin' on goin' anywhere."

They step apart after another minute of quietly appreciating each other's presence and the solid warmth of their embrace, no less intimate than the night's much more erotic act in it's own way. Leaning up on her toes, Rosemary rests her hands on the sides of his face to pull him in for a gentle, reassuring kiss and he hums out a short chuckle, little more than a rumble in his chest. Going back to readying for the day, Rosemary looks at him as he slings a rag over his shoulder in a familiar gesture as he prepares to wash up some dishes left in the sink.

"Sorry love. You're stuck with me." she teases, and he shoots her a sideways smirk.

"Lil' pest."

"Cow-hey!"

She laughs as he deftly flicks the rag from his broad shoulder to lightly slap her with it, threatening to wipe her greasy hands on his shirt next time he swung by her shop.

And thus the blissful little world they'd built continued to spin for just a little longer.

@archerofthemists @immortalbumblebee @barbersjoy @band--psycho @vander-affectionate @kirahhhh

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

cockwarming or wet dream with könig (maybe both?)

Both. Both is good. Hope you enjoy!

title: worth your while

pairing: konig x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1779

summary:

Konig wakes from a wet dream and asks you for some relief.

author's note: god i love the big mountain man. thank you so much for this request! would love more könig requests! or just cry with me about him

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content warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), explicit language, potentially bad german translations, wet dreams, minor belly bulge mention, mild/moderate somno, könig begging reader for cock warming, sleepy sex, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, pet names, squirting, size kink. let me know if any are missing!

König’s got you on your hands and knees, hips hiked up high as he pounds into you. Your cunt is soaking wet, the lewd sounds echoing in the dark room with each slam of his hips against the plush fullness of your ass.

“Taking me so well, liebling,” he groans, tipping his head back. “Love this little cunt stretched around my cock.”

You whine, your fingers curling into the sheets as he ravages you. “Wanna come, König. Please?”

“Not yet,” he says. “I am not done with you.”

Konig pulls out of you, turning you by the hips so that you’re on your back. You look up at him with lust drunk eyes, your chest heaving with your labored breaths. He drags you down the bed until your ass is perched on his thighs and he can spear you with his aching cock once more.

“My little toy,” he coos. “Just wanted to see your pretty face as you beg me to let you come.”

“König, please let me come,” you moan. Your hands cup your breasts, tweaking your nipples harshly. He feels the resulting flutter of your walls around his cock and the growl that breaks free from deep in his chest is damn near primal. He leans forward, pressing the weight of his body down on yours. Your knees are pressed up against your chest and König is going so deep that when he looks down, he swears he can see the outline of his cock in your belly with each thrust inside of you.

“Kannst du das fühlen?” He asks. “Spüre, wie ich dich spalte?”

You nod your head, though he’s certain you have no idea what he’s saying. The thought makes him chuckle.

“Do you still want to come, meine liebe?” He asks, breathless as his hips stutter against yours with his own impending release.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble. “Please!”

“Come for me, soak my fucking cock,” he commands.

König wakes with a moan of your name on his lips, his cock hard as a rock and creating an impressive tent in his boxers. Beside him, you wiggle in your sleep, the sheets dipping below your waist to expose the curve of your ass in those little sleep shorts you wear that drive him wild. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, tracing his fingers lightly over your shoulder.

“Mmph, König?” You slur, turning your head as if to look over your shoulder but your eyes remain closed. “S’wrong?”

“Need you, Schatz,” he groans. He scooches closer to you, pressing his body to yours and grinding his hard length against your plush ass. “Bitte.”

________

König’s thick cock is pressing against your ass, his breath hot against your neck. Your body reacts to him even in your half asleep state, your hips grinding back against him. The gentle hands that had woken you up are greedy now, slipping into your tank top to palm your breast, fingers curling roughly against the plush flesh.

“Sleepy,” you mumble, eyes still shut but your brain slowly makes the connection to reality.

“Let me fill your little cunt,” Konig whispers into your ear. “You can just keep my cock nice and warm for me, ja?”

His hand leaves your breast, trailing across the dip in your waist until his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. He slides his gun calloused digits through the slickness already coating your core, a groan rumbling through his chest against your back.

“So wet for me already, liebling. Let me fill this needy pussy. Bitte? Please? I know you’re so tired, my love, you won’t even need to wake,” he says, voice uncharacteristically whiney in your ear. Your hips undulate against his hand, a gasp slipping from your lips as he presses a thick finger into your entrance. 

“König,” you moan. You can feel him smile against the skin of your shoulder, so certain he’s about to get his way. “I have to wake up early,” you complain, though it’s a half-hearted attempt. 

“I know, Schatz, but I need you so badly,” he begs, his fingers withdrawing and making you feel empty and achy as he circles your clit. 

“Fine,” you acquiesce. No sooner than the word leaves your mouth are your shorts pulled down, König sitting up to get them completely off your legs and discarded in the sheets somewhere. His excitement makes you giggle and you stifle the sound by turning your face into your pillow. 

You feel him shift behind you before he notches the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing in slowly. König is massive, easily the biggest man you’ve ever been with and he’s most definitely proportional all over. His cock is long and thick with a slight upward curve that drags against all the right spots. 

You remember the first time the two of you had sex, a hook up after a night at the bar while he’d been on leave. His pretty blue eyes drew you in but you were most obsessed with the way his fair skin tinged pink every time you made an overtly sexual joke. You decided to make it your mission to see how far down that blush went.

That blush went all the way down his chest when you’d pulled his cock free from his pants and couldn’t think of anything to say besides, “There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.”

König likes a challenge, though. He continues to prove as much every time he patiently works his cock into you inch by inch, much like he is right now. You can feel him fighting to control himself, the bruising grip of his fingers curled around your hip a dead giveaway.

“Du fühlst dich so gut,” he murmurs into your shoulder. “Meine Lieblingsplatz.”

You squirm against him as he continues to work himself inside of you until his hips are flush with yours, the stretch of him punching the air from your lungs. Your pussy burns deliciously as you adjust to the feeling.

True to his word, König slips a heavy arm over your waist, holding you tightly to him. He doesn’t move, just breathes deeply and evenly at your back, puffs of his breath tickling your neck.

You try to relax, but the burn gives way to a familiar ache, your walls clenching around him. You wiggle your hips just a little, trying to get comfortable, but all that does is press him impossibly deeper and make the buzz beneath your skin intensify.

You flex your hips again, biting your lip to hold back the moan threatening to escape. König’s breathing is deep and even behind you and for a moment you think the man has really fallen asleep.

But then his hand is stilling the movement of your hips, holding you flush to him as he says, “Thought you wanted to sleep, Schatz.”

“You’re right,” you reply, not wanting to give in to him yet. You take a few calming breaths, trying to block out how full your pussy feels. 

It works for a few minutes. You focus on the sounds of the room - König’s deep breaths, the clock ticking, the whir of the air conditioning unit. You feel your eyes grow heavy again and for a moment you think you really may succumb to sleep, despite the fact that König is splitting you open.

But then your brain goes through a free fall, jerking you awake, the movement causing you to thrust back against König, his cock rubbing across your g-spot and making you moan loudly in surprise. 

Konig stills your writhing hips once more. “This is not sleeping,” he teases.

“I know, I know, I take it back,” you babble. “Want you to fuck me, König, please?”

He answers by sliding an arm beneath your body and using the other to haul you on top of him with a grip under your top knee. He’s lying flat with your back held tight to his chest by an arm placed just under your breasts, your legs now splayed widely on either side of his hips. He bends his knees, planting his feet wide apart on the mattress.

You gasp as his cock drags out of you before he thrusts sharply back inside. The rhythm he sets is brutal, harsh slaps of his hips to yours that echo through the room. You tilt your head, seeking out his over your shoulder.

König brings a hand up to your face, holding your cheek with his broad palm as he kisses you deeply. You whine into his mouth, hips squirming against the onslaught of sensation you’re experiencing. His lips tilt up in a smirk.

“What is the matter, meine herz?” He asks, the hand on your cheek migrating to your throat. His fingers squeeze gently, a possessive hold that makes your brain go fuzzy. 

“Fuck, König. You’re so fucking big,” you pant. He fills up every inch of your body until you can think of nothing but him. “Need to come, fuck, I need to come so bad,” you whimper.

König’s thrusts grow impossibly harder and he slides his other hand down your belly, his fingers circling your clit with rough circles that make you cry out, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

“Come for me,” König growls.

And who are you to disobey?

Your vision gets speckled with tiny supernovas as your release washes over you, drenching König’s cock and your thighs. Your pussy clenches around him in a vise grip, his hips stuttering as warm ribbons of his come fill your fluttering cunt.

His hips slow, his come seeping from you and adding to the mess on your bodies and the sheets. You’re gasping for breath and König’s arms flop to the side as he gives a heavy, satisfied sigh that makes you giggle.

You roll off of him, snuggling in against his sweat damp chest. Your fingers trace the constellations of scars you’re intimately familiar with.

Your alarm rings, a blaring horn that makes you groan. You turn over, grabbing your phone to hit the snooze button. König welcomes you back into his arms.

“This was a better alarm, ja?” He asks, voice smug.

You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable. What did you even dream about?”

“You, of course. On all fours, begging for me.”

You glance down, shocked to find him growing hard again already. He grins at you.

“I’m going to be late!” You argue, even as you allow him to roll you to your back and press hot kisses to your neck, trailing them to your chest. 

“I’ll make it worth your while, liebling.”

Translations:

Liebling - Darling

Kannst du das fühlen? - Can you feel that?

Spüre, wie ich dich spalte - Feel how I split you?

Schatz - Sweetheart

Bitte - Please

Ja - Yes

Du fühlst dich so gut - You feel so good

Mein Lieblingsplatz - My favorite place

Meine herz - My heart

Please let me know if any of these phrases should be adjusted. Thank you!

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[death-in-a-handbasket]

Really dumb and Random Ayatsuji Yukito HCs

ayatsuji is terrified of geese or big birds so much so that he will not walk near them he will go the other direction even if it’s really important.

he forgets basic math like 2 x 4 and 5 + 7 , he sometimes uses his hands to count but he’d never do it in front of anyone.

he loves cats, he’d give you a death glare and want to punch you if you said you didn’t like cats. he could be mauled to death by his cats and wouldn’t be mad at them (they can do no wrong in his eyes).

when he gets really tired (like he hasn’t sleep in 2-3 days) and eventually goes to sleep he talks not a lot just kinda quiet mumbling that you can’t quite make out.

when he gets drunk he gets really needy and wants attention

if his cats don’t like you then he doesn’t like you either

his cats are really spoiled

anon I LOVE these

For one I completely understand the geese fear as they are huge dicks, I imagine one came too close to attacking him when he was a kid and in that moment he felt primal fear when that bigass bird came waddling towards him. Tsujimura rags on him once she figures it out and it makes him regret life LMAO

also hyper intelligent but forgets basic math? me too chief. I’ve plotted out some UGLY graphs and my degree is literally math based but I’ll be damned I am paranoid. what if I get 7x4 wrong? gotta double check that shit

I really google some things.

ANYWAYS

yes yes yes and yes to the cats, they are his darlings. every single one. doesn’t matter if they’re mean or nice, young or old, every cat is cherished to him, I have cats and I don’t blame him for hating on the cat dislikers, they tend to turn out to be pricks fr

his cats are most definitely spoiled rotten with the way he treats them and let’s be real, the pet litmus test absolutely works. my cats have not liked people and I’ll be damned they’re right

ALSO HIM BEING DRUNK AND NEEDY?? OUGH

he’s holding onto you for sure and will adamantly deny that he’s being needy despite actively holding you. I think his drunk brain gets really sentimental on the down low and just wants to hold you and get lost in the sauce about it

also the idea that he sleep talks is really cute but I have a feeling he’s either bitching at someone in his dream or remembering something painful </3 if it’s the latter I’d want to spoon him but be scared he’d accidentally elbow me or somethin 💀 yike