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tbaluver · 5 months ago

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AH-AH-APHRODISIAC?!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader summary: you and your lover accidentally eat chocolates with aphrodisiacs on valentine's day night tags: small plot, p in v , desperate hot n needy a/n: hihi my lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ here are my (late) chocolate gift to you for valentine's day! this one is a lil rushed bc i wanted to have a fluff and a smut written for this holiday so apologies! thank you to my beta reader @ilovemitsuya mwah ily (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ anyways i hope you all enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ cr. to the banners cafekitsune ! any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He closes his eyes, parting his lips slightly as you gently place the chocolate in his mouth, watching him savor the taste as he guesses what flavor the luxury Valentine’s chocolate box. With each correct guess, a kiss is exchanged but whoever gets it wrong has to eat another chocolate that they didn’t like. As the game progresses, each sweet kiss becomes more lingering and more urgent. The box sat untouched and the game remained forgotten as you both have something better to eat in mind.

It’s hard to think about how much exactly chocolates you and Xavier ate when you he’s fucking into your swollen pussy. He groans, spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, your inner thighs coated with his cum. Your clit glistening in the moonlight as he circles it softly with the sensitive head of his cock, dragging it up and down. It hasn’t even been a minute until your bodies are set ablaze again, growing intense with every passing second you two aren’t connected. You both were so needy for each other, your senses completely heightened than any time you two were intimate. His hot girthy dick stretches you out so deliciously that it's gonna leave an imprint on your stomach.

Both your bodies are on fire as he desperately thrusts in and out of you as hard and fast as he can, tangled limbs just holding on to whatever you can hold as long as you’re touching each other.

His cock, pistons in and out of your weeping cunt at a relentless pace, both your visions fogging up with no thoughts other than relieving each other. A chorus of obscene noises spill out of both of you, all of it incoherent. Remnants of his cum seeps out of you due to the pacing of his thrusts, your cunt mercilessly filled.

You’re clamping down on his cock with so much desperation as you feel your orgasm approaching. They way you’re creaming on his cock, clenching around him with trembling legs, was sight only he can see and hear. He planned to make you see the stars but he saw them shining in your eyes instead, the tears welling up your eyes as he sets the animalistic pace over and over again until the burning heat dies down between you both.

Zayne:

Valentine's day, the day where you exchange and share one or two or maybe the whole box of chocolates together. You and Zayne swapped a few sweets and chocolate gifts but on your end, you ended up letting him indulge in his sweet tooth, giving him more than just a couple boxes. Neither of you gave much thought to the luxury box cover when you picked it up. One by one, each chocolate disappears from the box as you pick one up, taking a bite as you pass him the other half as he does the same for you. It didn’t long for the sweetness of the chocolate to go away, the heat in each other’s bodies growing every second as you both craved for something much more sweeter, abandoning the box of chocolates.

Clearly one or five more rounds wasn’t enough for this burning ache to go away. Minutes turned into hours as he poured his cum into you, dripping down to his balls and down to your thighs. No amount of position could put an end to the heat that seemed to crawl deeper into your core every second he pulled away from you. Your body temperatures together were so high it turned you two into a muddled mess. How could he possibly ignore his lover sobbing for him, begging for more, when he needed you just as much as you needed him?

He hovers over you, trying his best not to crush you in his hold. The once composed and restrained doctor has vanished tonight, both your senses completely heightened as he desperately explores the familiar path of your body.

His delicate, practiced and precise hands from years of surgery, rip and tug at your clothing, the urgency from the heat building in him. Each one of Zayne’s and your clothing were carelessly thrown across the house, leaving a messy trail to your shared bedroom. Marks and scratches cover his body as you try to reach for more, as if the hold you had on him wasn’t enough.

Your lips constantly chase after each other, pulling away just to catch your breaths. He rolls his hips against yours, the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythm of your entangled bodies. His cock makes you spill sounds that you didn’t even know could come out of your mouth. Chest pressed against each other, everything had your head spinning, both of you full of primal need. His cock strokes all the right places inside you, his heavy balls smacking wetly against your cunt with every deep thrust he gives you. His thick pink sensitive head of his cock rubs your sweet spot so perfectly, sending waves of pleasure over your body. Hours and hours with no other thoughts than anything other than making you feel good and making that heat go away was his only priority.

Rafayel:

He bought you the most expensive box of chocolates, not looking at the brand or the printing on the packages but because he saw it was filled with pictures of assortment of sweets you’d love. He thought they were overpriced because of the luxury design and the fact that it was for Valentine’s day but with each bite, he found himself caving in for more. You both felt so warm, the warmth surging through your bodies that traveled down to your lower half. The more you both indulged, the more you both seemed to need something that was a much more sweet temptation.

You both were so hot, more than you two have ever been that the heat was enough to stop the cold weather from making you shiver. His eyes clenched shut as hot pants slip past his pretty lips, his mind fogging up as he feels your warm cunt wrap around him so perfectly, like always.

The only thing in his mind is you, your sweet cunt squeezing his cock like heaven sent and how you roll your hips against him oh so right.

He thinks you’re truly a work of art, filled with marks of him. You look so perfect whether it’s in front of him or behind him, painting such a pretty picture with your face in all the right angles as your face contorted in absolute pleasure.

You both roll and shift on the blanket, finding the perfect position that hits the right angles to relieve the throbbing heat between your legs. Everytime you take his buckets of his white warm seed, the burning ache always seems to come back. There is not a single part of your body that isn’t drenched from your mixed sweat, arousal or his cum.

Did someone bewitch you two? Did they think- Nevermind, he can’t think properly when you’re clenching down on him like this. He feels the way you flutter around him. Every squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, every drip of your arousal that coats his length, is as if he was truly part of you.

His skin tingles irritably, aching desperately for your touch even after a second without it. Even the small sounds that escape past your lips lure him in like a sailor listening to a siren's song. His thrusts grow faster, his hips slamming over and over again against yours as if his life duty was to repopulate Lemuria.

Sylus:

The night grew uncomfortably hot for you two, the ache between your legs was relentless and impossible to ignore. The cold breeze from the new city you two traveled too for a small getaway was not helping at all. You two didn’t drink much but the chocolates you were both gifted, disappeared between you both. Each bite melted in your mouths but soon the warmth settled over you both. The anticipation back to the suite was palpable, both of you greeted by a romantic rose trail scattered across the floor that led to a heart-shaped arrangement on the shared bed. As much as you wanted to appreciate this, you both seek- craved a remedy only you two could provide each other.

It didn’t take that long for that rose petal trail to be forgotten, scattered and kicked aside as you both stumble towards the bed, your lips hungrily chase after each other. Needy hands rip each other’s clothes off while your blazing bodies smash against each other, the rose petals jump off the bed once it feels the weight shift of you two fall onto it. He groans into your lips, pulling away to leave a wet trail down your neck, collecting the expensive perfume he’s gotten you on his tongue.

Sylus loves to take it slow with you, his favorite thing to do is explore your body as if he hasn’t before. But tonight, tonight his movements are rushed, desperate to see you, to feel you. Pure love still in his eyes, needy hands never really able to linger on spot for too long. No other thoughts but just you and how his body craves more and more.

The tip of his cock pushes his hot sticky mess back into your sopping cunt, groans escaping past his lips. Your walls were so sweet, so velvety, so intoxicating that the thought of those chocolates has given him an addiction from how much he can’t seem to pull away from you, brushes away from his mind.. How overpowering his deep thrusts would be, not caring at all if this bed broke or how the building shook.

His thick cock engulfed into the warmth of your clenching walls, his large hands intertwined with yours as he swallows all the sweet and pretty sounds that escape past your lips with the shove of his tongue, taking him deeper than you possibly could. His balls ram into your remorselessly, placing hot wet kisses down your neck. Your words are jumbled due to his cock pumping and out of you relentlessly from your heat as if it were to split you in half.

Your orgasm hits you hard, his following right after. His face contorts into pure pleasure, one of the best images to grace your eyes and ears as you breathlessly chant his name. While you take your time catching your breath, he’d let his fingertips graze your arm, hand cupping the side of your face while his thumb rubs along your cheek, feeling his dick twitch inside you again.

Caleb:

Dinner was going by smoothly, key word was, until something shifted in both your bodies. The special Valentine’s Day meal he prepared for you was devoured, your bright smile whenever you bit into the food was proof enough that each bite hit the spot. Until you both got to the desert, the chocolate covered strawberries recipe he found online he rushed while prepping dinner. A few bites in, the room seemed to grow hotter, your appetites shifting and craved something much more enticing.

He’s already a whimpering mess once you pull away from his lips, feeling like the distance between you two were a million miles apart. The touch of your needy hands to try and rip his clothes off was painfully slow. He needed more and he knew you did too.

What was in that recipe? How much did he eat? His dick is so hard he thinks it might just explode before he even has a chance to feel your soaked walls. His desperation was so palpable that his needy whines ring in your ear as he slips it in, ripping off your panties beforehand while babbling ‘sorry sorry need you please please’ and that he’ll promise to get you new ones next time. You barely catch any of his words, your mind fogging with each drag of his cock against your sweet spot. Breathless praises for you slip past his lips, fanning your ear with his warm breath, making your velvety walls flutter and tighten around him in response.

His hips increase in speed and power, his name breathlessly escaping your lips as he knocks the air out of your lungs. His cock rubbed your walls so deliciously, making you forget the heat for a second, just for a second.

Spurts of his hot white cum into your body was not enough to please the ache in your bodies. Caleb only whines your name, pounding into your poor pussy with a merciless pace. He feels so guilty knowing he takes his time, he always takes his time with you but he’s chasing a high so desperately that his body is on autopilot, moaning pathetically into your ears. The sounds of wet skin and skin fill the kitchen for hours and hours, the special dinner he planned in mind growing cold but the one he held in his embrace growing hotter by the minute.

a/n extra: hihi again! here is my fluff valentines day headcanons and kinda where the scene in the story takes place: Valentine's Day

my past works: masterlist pg. 1 , pg. 2

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mosspapi · 1 year ago

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It's so hard to give myself an honest self-assessment of my art because like. Half of me despises everything I create because I KNOW I could do better and it's nowhere near as good as I want or what I envisioned (and I also am just excruciatingly hard on myself for a variety of reasons). But then the other half of me IS fairly objective abt it and can see that I'm doing pretty damn good and deserve a solid mark. But it feels disingenuous to say that because emotionally I think I deserve like a 20%. But if I Say that then the prof will give me bad marks or make comments abt being too hard on myself and I know that already so I just have to pretend I'm marking someone else's shit and lie abt my opinions of my own work because I know that I'm a biased and unfair judge.

#does any of that make sense. it feels incoherent lmao #oh well. I'm tryna send in my self assessment and I've switched from 4/10 to 8/10 like 17 times lmao #armchair speaks

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bigfatbimbo · 18 days ago

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i know it’s kinda stupid but SFW cuddling headcanons w the boys? just wanna hold those losers😢

a/n — keep in mind while reading this they all smell completely horrible.

summary — Cuddling with the Eltingville boys headcanons [SFW]

BILL DICKEY

Bill Dickey is incredibly stiff. You can physically feel him tense up if you rest your head on his shoulder.

He’s just not used to physical touch, to the point he’s almost suspicious of it. He likes the thought of holding you because it makes him feel manly, but he remains pretty terrible at it.

After a while he’s probably a lot less stiff, still he’s no teddy bear.

If you fall asleep on his chest, at some point he rolls over and becomes the little spoon.

He always wakes up embarrassed and defensive but he kind of likes being held.

Its very often he ends up dozing off on you, with his head in your lap, or on your chest.

JOSH LEVY

Josh is pretty similar to Bill in the sense that he’d be pretty suspicious of you wanting to be close to him like that.

The difference is he’d actually be kinda good at it.

He’s very warm— like a human heating pack!—and there’s so much of him, he might as well be a big stuffed animal.

You could use his stomach as a pillow while during a doctor who marathon, or cuddle into his side.

Josh absolutely adores being held and he’s relatively embarrassed about it, since it’d be kinda uncomfortable seeing as he weighs so much.

But find the right angle and hold him to your chest, stroke his hair, and he’d just melt into you! You’ve never heard him be this quiet!

PETE DINUNZIO

Pete simply isn’t that cuddly.

Rough around the edges, with a love for violence, it’s kinda just hard for him to have any interest in acting all mushy.

However, he’d live for a moment where the horror movie he put on was too scary, so you hide your face in his chest.

None of them are angels, like really they all suck, but yea; Pete would be having the most impure thoughts while cuddling.

Him being held would be so odd for him. Gentle treatment is completely alien.

might take him a while to get comfortable like that, or even let his guard down. But he decides maybe mushy shit’s okay once and awhile.

JERRY STOKES

Jerry wants to cuddle, like actually, but he’s so incredibly awkward he would never ask.

If he ever did, it would be in the most incoherent, dance-around-the-question way. You just have to be able to read his body language.

He’d like any kind of physical touch with you; lean your head on his shoulder, or his chest, or maybe let him lay down on you. burying his face in your neck.

When you’re trying to be comfy and go to bed, he’d never know when to stop talking. You’d be trying to get all comfy on him and he would just keep yapping about something super unimportant.

You’d have to tell him multiple times it’s bedtime. He just doesn’t get social cues.

He does the same thing when he’s laying on you, but he’s so comfortable he talks himself to sleep.

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heartz4levi · 4 months ago

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sub!luka (alnst) with sub!reader. see my vision please

you come back, i'll be right here !

☆ thinking abt sub luka + sub reader . . .

☆ luka (alnst) ,, fem reader . . combined with anon's request : luka eating subfem reader out PLEASE ,, sub!luka ,, sub!reader ,, both luka and reader are inexperienced ,, overstimulation ,, oral (reader receiving) ,, cum eating ,, luka is vv desperate and pussydrunk.

neither you nor luka have much experience or any desire to take on a more dominant role. what the two of you do have, though, is an a thirst for one another that can only be quenched if you two go at it like rabbits for hours on end.

you two are messy. caging each other's lips in open—mouthed kisses, drooling all over and humping one another into overstimulation. your needy squeals blend together with luka's desperate whines, his eyes fixated on how eagerly your cunt is sucking his cock in. as if he isn't just as eager to nestle himself in the warmth of your pussy.

both of you have lost count how many times you've simultaneously came. regardless, it's enough to have luka's cum seeping out of your weeping cunt, unable to hold every thick glob of release inside. luka takes note of it, and the mere sight has him popping another boner.

"haaah.." luka breathes out, "look at that.."

without a second thought, luka lowers himself to his knees, bringing his face to the same level as your cunt. his eyes bore into your fluttering hole as if he's hypnotized, incapable of looking away. his hands tightly grip the back of your thighs and his mouth is on your pussy before you can even register anything.

"eek!" you squeal. "no—hngh—luka! too much, 's too much, p—please!" you're squirming and thrashing underneath him, trying to escape his hold and the onslaught of his tongue on your puffy clit. something which luka doesn't appreciate in the slightest.

he whines against your pussy, tightening his hold ever so slightly to keep your dripping cunt as close to his face as possible.

"jus' let me taste you, please," he pulls away momentarily, doe gaze meeting yours in a silent plea to let him indulge in you one more time. he can't help himself, not when you look so cute, all overwhelmed and trembling, not when he really needs to taste the sweetness of your pussy mixed in with strings of his own cum.

luka doesn't wait for you to give him the green light or the red light, licking one long stripe up your slit before fully pushing his tongue inside of you.

your mixed release overflows on his tastebuds, coaxing a loud moan out of him. he pulls your lower region closer to his face, ignoring all of your mewls and gasps to slow down, give you a moment to rest, too busy making out with your wet cunt.

your hands find their way in luka's hair, pulling at the blond strands while your back arches off the back. jolts of combined pleasure and pain are overtaking all of your senses, sending your mind into overdrive. it hurts, but it hurts so good, your yelps of "no more!" soon turning into "mmh—faster—fuck!"

as soon as your request switches, luka obliges. he laps your release up like a man starved, starting to feel his cock become painfully hard. he's getting off on your moans that continuously bounce off the walls and on your taste that makes him feel drunk — pussydrunk.

absentmindedly, luka's hips begin to rut against the bedsheets below, his movements erratic. they mirror the frantic way in which your own hips are bucking upwards, seeking more of that addicting, searingly hot and painful sensation of being thrown off the edge when you aren't yet prepared.

your moans increase in pitch while luka muffles his own, subconsciously chasing his own high while selfishly devouring your sensitive cunt whole. in tandem, the both of you can feel your nth climax of the night rapidly approaching.

you sob and babble incoherently, screwing your eyes shut in anticipation for the up and coming orgasm — it hits you harder than the previous ones, pulling a sound so loud from you that your throat burns. luka stains the crumpled sheets the moment he feels more of your release gushing onto his tongue, hips stilling and nails digging into your skin so harshly that he is bound to have left marks.

throwing your head back against the pillows, you are finally able to regain your breath once luka pulls away. his own body feels like jelly, knees giving off the impression that they could give up from right underneath him any moment now.

but no, they can't. not yet.

an exasperated hiss escapes you as luka settles himself on top of you, pressing his sweaty chest against yours. he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before murmuring just loud enough for you to hear — "one more, please, please please pleaseeee..."

#⠀⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ heartz4luka #alien stage #alnst #alnst x reader #alnst smut #luka alien stage #luka alnst #luka alien stage x reader #luka alnst x reader #luka alien stage smut #luka alnst smut

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occamstfs · 9 months ago

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Green Eyes of Envy

Adam finds a necklace that promises anything his heart desires and nothing does he desire more than a body no one could deny.

Vaguely Halloweeny possession story based on a well-trodden trigger! Twink -> Jock -> Bear(ish?) IQ drain/corruption. Don't forget to vote on my Viral Transformation Story poll, only one day left! Hope you enjoy! -Occam

As soon as he sees the necklace lying on the ground Adam throws it on. So far it’s another subpar night spent going home alone from the bar, at least if he nabs a cute accessory there’ll be something gained. After throwing it on, when there’s a sudden buzzing in the back of his head that’s increasingly approximating a voice Adam chalks it up to his conscience trying to speak up about his and promptly ignores it.

Once he arrives home and takes time to stare at the medallion dangling on his thin chest however, he finds the voice may well have been something external, something supernatural. As a voice resounds in his head that is clearly not his own, “Adam is it?” Concluding he’s already fallen unconscious, hopefully indeed in his home, or that he’s had far too much to drink tonight for him to remember whatever he’s about to get into he plays along. “Whazzit to ya-” Realizing just what a goldmine position it has found itself in, the presence within the necklace prepares to strike.

From the drunken grumblings made by the young man in their short time together there is clearly insecurity to pray upon, and his new owner seems adverse to caution. The being within the necklace feels close enough to gaining a physical form, a body, it can almost taste it. It cannot slip up this close to the finish line and must act swiftly and with care, “So Adam, I take it you did not fare too well in your night on the town?”

The drunken Adam’s small hands suddenly grasp the chain and pull slightly, moaning incoherently all the while. Feeling the tug the necklace quickly speaks up once more, “Woah woah woah my dear, do be careful! If you allow me, I can help you achieve your wildest dreams!” Eyes suddenly grow deathly serious as he hears the metallic voice speak in his head, “you cuh- anythin-?”

Calculating faster than a human mind can, the voice seizes on the curiosity, banking that whatever the drunk asks will indeed be in his purview, “Anything.” The hitherto thoughtlessly lolling mouth curls into a smirk and his mind dances with the possibilities, “Uhhhh, genie ruleshh, ish it?”

The medallion somehow sighs not wanting to highlight the potential, or fact rather, that it’s going to twist the man’s wish to his own end but sensing its holder’s brain seems the type to rarely make a connection deeper than surface level it concludes it should be fine. “Sure, something like that.” The chain jostles on Adam’s thin shoulders as he shrugs, “whateva- can you jussht give me the body of a fuckin’ stud?” Perfect. Mission accomplished.

Adam’s eyes flash green as the medallion does similarly, connecting them and giving whatever surely sinister being lies within the small coin carte blanche. Speaking from a deeper foothold in Adam’s mind the voice gives the perfunctory warning that any act of magic requires, “Do be wary of course, the inner bits of yourself have a nasty habit of matching the outer changes.” Though knowing that it’s now only a matter of time before it’s in control it begins to reveal it’s less than amicable side, “though given how fast you let me in it seems your deep inner tapestry hasn’t all too much to lose.”

Treating the slight as if it were the annoying buzz of an insect flying around his head, Adam quickly ignores the voice altogether and pulls out his phone to hunt for the perfect body. Lucky for the spirit Adam was already beyond horny before the necklace even graced his neck, so it is not long before his envious eyes find a man enthralling. In no time at all Adam is halfway drooling as he stares at some influencer’s massive pecs. He’s doing some skit but Adam doesn’t hear a word he says, as he stares his desire proves enough tinder for the spirit’s work to begin on his body.

Adam’s eyes simply flash green and laughter fills his mind, just as muscle begins to fill out his chest. Having always made excuses to shy away from the gym for one reason or another Adam smirks as he gropes his growing pecs. Suddenly bursting from non-existence into the by far largest muscles on his body, eclipsing his ass and thighs in a manner that should not be possible. Nipples surge larger as a few thick curls begin to smatter themselves across the burgeoning pecs. Nails scratching into the soft muscle Adam smirks as he imagines that no matter how hard he tries from here on out he could never hide these powerful pecs.

Emerald shade clearing from his eyes the aftereffects of his proud new chest are less than apparent. Rather than any grand changes to the horny drunk’s personality, the spirit simply allows the current drunken recklessness to seep in deeper. Suddenly the type to never back away from challenges even in a sober state, Adam smirks as he imagines all the heads that will turn when he gets a chance to show off his bulky new pecs. Though despite how impressive they are, they can’t be the only brawn on his body hm? Before the spirit even has a chance to seed the desire for more changes, Adam himself hungrily returns to the hunt for his own aggrandization.

Only having just faded back to his natural eye color his eyes quickly shade a darker green than even that of the medallion as Adam stares at the arms of a gymnast that pops into his feed. He clenches his jaw and reflexively flexes his arms as his weak biceps suddenly surge with the strength of someone who has spent a lifetime working towards his own betterment. He smirks as veins bulge down his biceps as his own laughter resounds even louder than that of the spirit in his own head. Forearms and triceps suddenly hold strength that hasn’t a hope to reasonably wield.

Adam’s eyes then trail from the impressive arms towards what he always paid more attention to when the gymnast was trending, the man’s thick pits. Instantly does intense itching begin in Adam’s armpits. They burn with pleasure as a forest begins to surge outwards, growing thicker as he desires to be more than any man that pops onto his screen. The few hairs painting his chest rapidly expand in kind to compete with the dank jungles that now thrive and drip with sweat under his arms. Sitting there smirking as he tears his eyes away from his phone to delight in his new beyond hairy pits as rivers of musky sweat begin trickling down his bulging pecs and thick biceps.

Suddenly having the upper body of an Olympian, Adam’s mind grows foggy with a pride even greater than the sum of his impressive parts. Bouncing his pecs for the first time while doing a double bicep flex, Adam is filled with lust for his own form and a growing confidence that already no man could ever possibly resist him. He grunts and notices that his neck has similarly grown thicker, his voice resounding deeper as an adam’s apple bulges onto his previously smooth neck. Moaning as he takes a deep breath and enjoys his new heady musk, he feels his mind start to drift away from the pursuit of perfection and to instead just give in prematurely to hedonism as his larger hands inch towards his crotch.

Before getting the chance the voice returns and whispers like a snake, “ahh ahh ahh Adam… We are not complete yet.” Looking down at his lower body he shakes off his horny delirium and agrees, rapidly returns to the more than mindless scrolling, thankfully easily able to hold up against the whims of his still average cock. Adam again does not have to search long before his eyes land upon men he longs to be, to have, to be with. His eyes once more glow a searing Emerald, and the medallion scarcely lights up, at the sight of two specimens that alight more jealousy than anything yet.

Memories of his anxieties and self-doubt quickly vacate as confidence imbues every inch of him, staring at the thick thighs and powerful calves of the bodybuilders he feels his power and pride grow to new heights. Immediately sending tears down the ratty old skinny jeans he wore to the bar, thighs that make it immediately clear that their owner could break a watermelon between them surge into existence. Finally regaining their top spot as the largest muscles on the body they grow larger than his pecs before being similarly outmatched by his ass growing firm and flexing larger with each hungry glance at the two men.

Legs cramping outward the spirit within Adam feels his ability to control the man almost come to a head. Adam doesn’t notice as his fingers twitch and flex beyond his control nor does he care as his toes strain in the air as his feet inch larger. Why does it matter that his chest is flexing without being told, it’s hot, Adam surely meant to do that anyway. Looking down and inspecting his new form, concern slides off his mind anyway as he sees hair begin to increase across his chest, rapidly shooting down abs that he didn’t even notice forming.

He plays with the forest of hair beginning to shadow the whole of his torso as he feels similar stubble being to scratch against his chin. Tilting his head, his foggy mind struggles to wonder how he’s still changing without looking at men like the medallion instructed. Looking at his reflection in the mirror and seeing the impossibly alluring figure he has become however he decides to not care what the stupid thing said anyway. He must have gotten what he needs from it already.

Thoughtlessly he removes the necklace and tosses it away having decided he’s more than enough man. Only then does his bulge begin to grow beyond what he has always known it to be. There’s a sigh of relief and anticipation as he realizes he almost missed a chance to grow his cock with whatever that coin did to him. Face and chest burning red with blush he forces his hand into his crotch and smirks as he feels his thick fingers begin to tangle in his new bush. His free hand still dances across the bounty of chest hair and his new mustache scratches against his shoulder as he bathes in the new musk that resounds from his pits.

Mind clouded from his changes, having far too much to drink, and the cocktail of new hormones issuing forth from balls rapidly filling his briefs, Adam pulls out his larger cock and begins to go to town. Experiencing the new heights of pleasure that his dream body allows Adam loses himself to new ecstasy. His cock stretches to a size that rivals the forearm of a lesser man and his balls race to match the size his impressive body warrants. If it weren’t for his hand slowing down its thrusts it’s likely that Adam would never notice what was to happen to him next.

His face moves in unfamiliar patterns as something besides him stretches it to understand how to control it. Eyes slam shut as far as they can and then reopen, and Adam suddenly realizes that he can no longer move them of his own volition, and yet he still sees. Staring out from eyes seemingly out of his control, Adam feels his mouth smirk without instruction as a voice he has barely gotten the chance to use spills out from his thicker lips, “Well well young Adam. Excellent work thus far, think I’ll take over from here though lad.”

Adam struggles for dominance as he finds himself but a voice in his own head, watching his new fingers dance at the end of powerful arms he scarcely had time to appreciate. He feels them flex and struggles not to give in to the delight of the power and continue fighting. Feeling himself not totally lost he endeavors a hail mary and focuses all his attention to the one thing that has always been able to override his mind in the past. His balls churn and his cock bounces as even whatever clearly powerful spirit now controlling his form is unable to resist his rising lusts. The need for release that suddenly blares through every sweaty inch of his skin and the being totally not used to self-control or human weakness struggles to not give in.

The spirit grunts as it remembers its tenuous position on reality, through its own suddenly clouded mind it goes into bargaining mode, struggling to stop their body from its uncontrollable thrusting into the air, “Ohh oh fuck okay, another deal. I can’t- We can’t cum yet or grgh- Please not yet!” Adam grinds the well-trodden neural pathways of lust to a halt as he desires to hear the being out. To signal his willingness to play ball, as well as out of the hope Adam should be better at staying his hand from masturbation, it allows Adam full control once more. Adam does begin playing with his cock immediately, moreso from the ever-pressing desire to cum rather than intimidation at expelling the spirit though it works for both.

The spirit somehow clears his throat within Adam’s head, “To level, I am in here now, for good. But we can work out an arrangement, we can share. You can fuck and frot whatever, but every so often I’ll need a chance at the wheel for my own, uhm ends. Worry not, if anything it’ll only amount to more pleasure for yourself!” Adam cups his larger balls and struggles to understand the implications of this agreement. He hasn’t the capacity to care that his intellect seems to have diminished as his body grew, in fact as clearly duller words spill out of his mouth it only turns him on more, “Uuhhh, so we’ll share my body?”

Somehow rolling eyes he doesn’t have control over, the being realizes this must be a two way street and agrees, “Of course, you just let me do my thing and we’ll get along great.” Adam scratches his beard itching thicker and shrugs, “Sure dude, whatever.” At the lightest sign of agreement the spirit seizes control, too late does he realize his haste has caused him a misstep. Whether its his limited time in the corrupted mind of Adam forcing human err unto the spirit or simply from just how unprepared the spirit is to handle the overwhelming lust in Adam’s mind, rather than sharing control the two become irrevocably one in both body and mind. Whatever sinister priorities the spirit had rapidly shift to match the hedonistic needs of Adam. Rapidly fading into the bestial desire of Adam the spirit turns up its nose as it finds itself wanting to change their now shared form, “If we’re gonna share, uh bro, need a bit more space in here eh?”

With that, Adam’s eyes cross and he struggles to not burp as he feels his powerful form begin to bloat. His beard thickens as both minds become one and mass begins to pile onto his torso as abs grow into a bulky muscle gut underneath his still impressive pecs. Scratching his ass as it too grows a jungle of hair before going back to palm his cock, both minds feel sedated as they smell his thick musk and Adam can scarcely remember any priorities besides the all-important goal of seeking his own pleasure.

To this end the pair find themselves awash in exploring their-his body, for countless hours of making a mess of his bedroom, living room, and kitchen Adam finally remembers that there is more to the world than his small apartment. There are more holes to explore than the few in himself and far more to see than the steamy videos he can pull up on his phone. Wiping drool off his face and crusted cum off his torso, something at the back of Adam’s mind itches as he feels there was something greater he was supposed to do, something he was supposed to spread or some control he was supposed to enforce. Giving his pits a good sniff he smirks before opining that perhaps there is no greater goal than spreading his own glory far and wide.

Quite the easy enough task as it runs out as whatever the spirit did before fading into but another aspect of Adam’s lusty mind gave him the ability to attract anyone to his cause. Rather than whatever dire cause intended, with the two totally merged the only purpose of his inhumanly alluring self is to spread pleasure. As soon as he steps out of his front door he finds men throwing themselves at him in droves. Jocks, twinks, and bears alike could not possibly resist the titan as he walks down the street, always shadowed by a heavy wave of his aphrodisiac musk.

Adam’s eyes glance across and stare through every man whose hungry eyes cannot look away, whose shoulders fly back in submission, whose noses lead them to trial behind him. While many of them get the chance to enjoy time with the inhumanly alluring man, only a few get to experience the truly rapturous experience of being changed by Adam himself. Only a select few find themselves molded into something greater than that they are when they first submit to Adam’s will. Though even a few is enough to spread and as time goes on the number of musky men wandering around could certainly become a problem. Lucky for the world perhaps, whatever cause the medallion held is long forgotten and the changed men yearn for no higher purpose than pleasure. And with the enhancements gifted by Adam, that is precisely what they find.

#male tf #mental change #male transformation #jockification #hair growth #possession #muscle tf #dumber #bear tf #beard growth

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Platonic Plus One

Chapter 12

Word count: 3400 we are almost there...gotta love a slow burn amiright

Last night changed everything. Azzi wasn't quite sure how yet, but she woke up this morning knowing something had shifted between her and Paige. They stayed attached the entire night, especially Paige. Nothing could remove Paige from the nook of Azzi’s neck last night. It’s like she decided that was her safe space to hide in until the real world came back to haunt her. With the sun just beginning to rise, Azzi lies awake, running her fingers through her blonde hair, when Paige mumbles something incoherent.

“What did you say, P?”

Paige just cuddles further in, and Azzi laughs at the gesture. The gentle pattern of Paige’s breath lulls Azzi back to sleep. The next time Azzi wakes up, however, the bed is empty. She looks around the room and immediately checks her phone. No text from Paige. Shit.

Did last night scare her off? Is she freaking out? Sometimes, when Paige opens up she closes and locks here doors ten times fast. Either way, it’s not like Paige to disappear without a hint of where she’s at. As shitty as they are when it comes to communicating their feelings for eachother, they’ve never has issues over-communicating every other part of their lives. Before Azzi could entirely go into panic mode, the hotel door unlocked.

“Oh, mornin’, Az. Sorry, did I wake you?”

Azzi exhales in relief and then takes in the older girl in front of her. Paige is wearing athletic shorts, a cropped tank top, and a messy bun. She’s a bit red and sweaty, clearly coming from a workout.

“No, it’s okay. I was awake wondering where you were.”

“Yeah, I felt antsy this morning, so I figured I should get a good workout in.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I would have gone with you.”

“You looked so cozy, Az. Waking you up would make me like a monster or somethin’. Anyways, I got you coffee.” Paige hands the iced coffee after taking a sip for herself.

“Ugh, you’re amazing.”

“So I’ve heard,” Paige smirks. “Imma go shower, then we should head down to breakfast. It’s the last day before all the big festivities.”

“Mm, okay, I’ll be here.” Azzi distracts herself by catching up on the TikToks sent to her that she’s been ignoring. Usually, she wouldn’t need the distraction, but seeing Paige after a workout and letting the thoughts of her in the hot shower was enough to let Azzi know she needed to refocus.

Meanwhile, in the shower, Paige let the hot water fall on her and relax her muscles. She chose not to wake Azzi up this morning because she needed space to think and make sense of that past week. Azzi was right about one thing last night: she can’t live her life in fear, letting it dictate everything she does. And the thing she wants the most is the thing she’s the most scared to lose. Azzi.

Paige replayed every kiss, lingering touch, and intimate moment between them. She knew what they had was real. Paige had a moment of clarity about what she would tell Azzi how she’d felt all these years. Paige rehearses all the things she could say to Azzi.

“Azzi, the past week has been eye-opening, and I don’t think I can handle just being friends with you anymore. I love you, Az. Like head over heels in love with you in very much not a best friend way. And if you’re not into it, I tota—”

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Sorry, Paige, but I just realized we need to be at breakfast early to help set up!”

Paige sighed, letting the water hit her shoulders just a second more. “Kay, be out in a sec.”

Paige forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom with her, so when she opened the door in just a towel, Azzi froze. The two girls looked at each other for a beat too long.

“Uh, sorry, I just need some clothes.”

“Y-yeah right, duh.”

Paige walked past Azzi to the dresser in an awkward silence.

“Any dress code for today?”

“Uh, I don’t think so? It will mostly be getting ready for the rehearsal dinner and last-minute preparation for tonight and tomorrow. We’ll change right before the rehearsal for the dinner and after party.”

“Aight, I like chill. You stayin’ in what you wearing, right?” Azzi has on a Uconn t-shirt and athletic shorts. Nothing special, yet Azzi’s heart still races when Paige's eyes track her body.

“Yeah, I figured we’d be moving stuff today.”

“Bet.” Paige grabs her clothes and heads back into the bathroom, leaving Azzi to finally take a deep breath.

When Paige comes back out of the bathroom, she’s wearing grey Nike tech sweatpants that are sitting dangerously low on her hip, a sports bra, and her hair slicked back in a bun. She’s humming to Justin Biebers That Should Be Me as she walks back towards the dresser. Azzi’s eyes are stuck on her abs, so naturally turning into the V line before her sweatpants.

“Forgot a t-shirt, my b.” Paige grabs a t-shirt and then turns to Azzi, uncharacteristically shyly and totally oblivious to Azzi’s view while she plays with the hem of her t-shirt. “Hey, Az, thanks for last night. Life feels like it has a little less weight to it now.”

Azzi’s brain is in overdrive, considering she was just eye-fucking her best friend but now needs to respond genuinely. Azzi stood up from the bed and put her hand on Paige’s arm.

“Of course, P. You know I’m always with you, okay?”

“Yeah, I know.”

The two girls smiled softly at each other, and Paige pulled Azzi in for a hug. Azzi’s hands are resting low on Paige’s bare skin. Paige breathed her in, letting the world pause for a moment before their day began. Before pulling away, Paige softly kisses under Azzi’s ear.

“I’m always with you, too, Az.” She whispers.

The girls finally pull away, and Paige quickly throws on a simple black t-shirt.

“Ready, Princess?” Paige smiles softly at Azzi and puts her hand out for Azzi to take. She takes the soft blush on Azzi’s cheeks as a sign that maybe she felt something last night, too.

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The wedding party and their plus ones meet in the lobby to help the couple finish setting up for their big day. Mrs. Miller is focused on her clipboard, assigning groups and tasks.

Paige leans into Azzi and whispers, “Jeez, you’d think we were in charge of organizing the damn olympics.”

Azzi giggles and pushes Paige away with her shoulder. Never able to sit still, Paige sits down on one of the stools behind them and starts to mess with the bottom of Azzi’s shorts, causing her to tickle the younger girl.

“Paige! Hands to yourself.” Azzi is scream-whispering, trying not to bring attention to them.

“Nah, I don’t wanna.”

Paige grabs Azzi’s hips, pulling her backwards between her legs. She wraps her arms around Azzi’s waist and rests her head on her shoulder.

“This okay?”

“Mhm.” If only Paige knew how okay it really was.

Azzi finds herself relaxing into Paige’s touch in an attempt to ignore the nagging ache in her knee. Despite her best efforts, of course, Paige notices.

“You okay, mama?

“Yeah, just a little sore.”

“Come switch with me.”

“No, P, I’m fine, really.” But Paige is already standing up, shifting to stand behind the stool and pulling Azzi down. Azzi dramatically sighs, but sitting down actually helped so much. Paige rests her hands on Azzi’s shoulders and gently rubs them while Azzi leans back into Paige.

“Feel better?” Azzi nodded and leaned her head back to smile up at Paige before refocusing on Mrs. Miller. From there, things felt easy for them again. Their conversations flowed with each other and those around them easily, without the weight of ‘what if’ taunting them.

Eventually, they were broken into new groups to start carrying heavier supplies to the ceremony rooms, which would have been totally fine if it hadn’t been for Matt, the icky groomsmen, volunteering himself. He walks up to Azzi with a smug look on his face and nods his head at her before thoroughly checking her out.

“Hey, babe.”

“My name is Azzi.”

“Right, well don’t hurt yourself carryin’ anything too heavy, Princess.” Matt winks at her as he walks away.

Azzi almost gags at hearing him call her princess. How is it so endearing and hot when Paige does it, but the grossest thing in the world when he does it? Not wanting one of her favorite names ruined, she immediately looked for Paige, but she should have known she’d already be there.

“Dude, she can easily lift more than you just pick up a box and move.”

Paige rolls her eyes and speaks with so much confidence that Azzi completely forgets what she was upset about in the first place. Without hesitation, Paige picked up two large bags, which caused her muscles to flex and her shirt to lift, emphasizing how low those sweatpants were. Paige and Matt are the most efficient ones in the group because they practically used the task as a strength competition. Considering Paige brought more and didn’t even break a sweat, that win was pretty obvious.

Eventually, Matt stopped trying to hit on Azzi when Mrs. Miller scolded him and sent him to a different area of the property. Now that the two girls can relax, they naturally become more affectionate and giggly. They kept stealing glances at each other from across the room, smiling when they noticed each other.

Azzi walks up to Paige and wraps her hands around her biceps. “Who knew you were so strong?”

“Uh, me? I literally tell you all the time. I mean, look at these guns, man.” Paige lifts her sleeve to flex her right arm. Paige smirks when she sees Azzi gulp.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re still a noodle.”

Paige leans in to whisper in Azzi’s ears, “Yeah, that’s only because you’re so hot that I get soft around you.”

“Oh my god, Paige, that was so dorky.”

“But like, cute dorky?”

“Yeah, P, cute dorky.”

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Azzi returned from the rehearsal to Paige, who was asleep on their bed with her iPad open. Anyone else she’d roll her eyes, but somehow this is just endearing.

“Paigey, wake up. We gotta get ready for dinner.”

“I missed you, baby girl.” Paige mumbles, barely awake. Azzi’s heart started racing. She could really get used to this.

“I missed you too, baby,” Azzi said softly as she moved the blonde strands out of the older girl's face. Paige smiles back and sighs into her pillow.

Azzi starts getting ready, knowing that Paige is a slow riser and gets ready twice as fast.

“Ugh, this zipper is so stupid,” Azzi mumbled under her breath and started angrily pulling at the zipper of her dress. She is wearing a short, silky dress with a deep V-line showing her cleavage, thin spaghetti straps, and bright hot pink heels.

“Damn, what the dress do to you?” Paige laughed from the bed.

“The zipper got stuck on the fabric, and I’m ready to give up.” Azzi pouts dramatically.

“Can I help you, Princess?”

Azzi nods while keeping her pout. Paige walks right up to her and looks down at her lips. She’d do anything to kiss that pout right off her face. “Turn around.” Her voice had more rasp than she intended. Azzi, on the other hand, listened to her immediately. Paige’s telling her what to do with her voice lowered like that? Yes, chef is all Azzi could think in her head.

At first, Paige was gentle with the fabric, trying to address the zipper without touching Azzi. Paige takes note of the lack of bra in this equation, making it harder to focus. She groans in frustration at the stuck zipper, and her competitive spirit takes over, leading her to be more aggressive with her approach. She grabs the fabric by wrapping her hand around Azzi’s waist and pulls hard, finally getting the zipper to work. Azzi expected her to get the zipper unstuck and then leave. Instead, Paige zipped her dress all the way and then let her hands linger on the bare skin. Azzi could feel her deep breaths and closeness, forcing her to take a deep breath to ground herself.

Paige leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You look perfect.” Then, she walked to the bathroom as if nothing had happened. Azzi gathered herself and moved to the mirror to do her makeup. In the reflection, she saw Paige come back out in flowy black slacks and a high-neck black crop top. Something so simple shouldn’t look so good.

“Ready to bounce?”

Azzi’s eyes snap up to the blonde's bright blue eyes at the interruption. “Mhm.” She can’t trust herself to speak right now. They gather everything they need and head to the elevator, where Azzi finally finds the courage to tell Paige how she looks when she presses the button to the lobby.

“I really like this outfit on you, P.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, a lot.” Azzi bites her bottom lip, stopping herself from saying too much, but her eyes already said it all. Paige steps closer to her, keeping eye contact, and then asks, “What do you like so much about it, mama?”

This girl is going to be the death of her. Thankfully, Azzi was quite literally saved by the bell of the elevator notifying them they had arrived at the lobby.

The flirting and subtle touchiness only grew from there. At dinner, the two girls always found a way to touch one another. The wine started flowing, and their personal space started to disappear. Once they finished up, the wedding party gathered in the van to head towards the club. Azzi sits in a window seat, and Paige quickly slides in next to her, immediately putting her arm around her back like it was the most natural thing in the world. And honestly? It was.

Azzi found herself shifting closer and inching her hand towards Paige’s thigh. It was intoxicating to experience Paige’s reactions. Once they made it inside the club, they found their private group tables and started ordering drinks.

As always, Paige was the life of the party, dancing and singing with everyone. But even then, she made sure always to keep close to Azzi, finding a way to touch her in any way possible. Azzi finished her drink and leaned into the blonde girl, enjoying the comfort she provided.

“I'm gonna get you another drink, okay, pretty girl?” Paige kissed the side of her head and went towards the bar. Azzi was hypnotized by Paige. She found herself watching every move. It was oddly enjoyable to simply take Paige in. That is, until some girl walks right up to her at the bar. Paige is always so friendly to everyone she meets, which Azzi loves, but sometimes she wishes people didn’t feel so comfortable around Paige. The girl is giggling way too hard at something Paige said and leaning in closely. Jealousy takes over Azzi’s body. It’s not even at the girl throwing herself at Paige. It’s that she even can throw herself at Paige, and Azzi isn’t in a place to claim what’s rightfully hers. Thankfully, Paige didn’t pay much attention to the girl. Once she got the drinks, she nodded at the other girl to say goodbye and walked directly towards Azzi before sliding in next to her on the open booth with a toothy smile.

“Miss me, cutie?” Paige says, leaning in to kiss Azzi’s cheek and another, lower one on her jaw.

Azzi takes the drink and immediately takes a sip, trying to hold back everything she wants to say. This proves to not help her at all because she still finds herself questioning the older girl.

“You didn’t seem to miss me.”

“Hm?” Paige is mid-sip and looking very confused.

“Seems like you had plenty of company, that’s all.”

“Watchu talkin’ bout?”

“You had plenty of company up there. No need to come back and sit with me.” Azzi knows she’s being a brat, but she’s too far gone to care.

“The girl that was talkin’ to me? Nah, she’s just some girl that walked up. Not my type anyway.”

Paige acknowledging her type alerts Azzi’s brain to refocus. She is reminded of her conversation with Caroline, in which she pointed out that all the girls Paige dates look similar to Azzi somehow. Azzi can’t help but grin at the opportunity handed to her.

“Hmm, so what is your type?” She leans closer into Paige.

“I think you know my type, Azzi.”

“Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

Their eyes meet, and everything around them fades.

“Alright. I like pretty, athletic girls with beautiful smiles and curly hair.” Paige’s eyes dart down to Azzi’s dimple when she smiles.

“Interesting.”

Paige wrapped her arm around Azzi’s back, pulling her closer. “Interesting, indeed.”

“Hm.” Azzi takes a sip of her cocktail. “Well, it seems like there’s plenty of girls interested in you.”

Paige never takes her eyes off the younger girl. “Like I said, none of them are my type.”

The intensity behind her voice almost feels like a confession, giving Azzi the confidence to push more.

“So what if your type was interested in you. Then what?”

Paige's eyes dilated at the thought of Azzi being interested in her. “Then I’d give her the world if she asked for it,” Paige said as their faces leaned closer and closer together. Her words were so sincere that something inside of Azzi broke. She closed the gap, entering into a heated kiss. Their kiss was almost animalistic, grabbing at each other, trying to get closer. Azzi hooks her leg around Paige’s hips, straddling her, causing Paige to gasp at the forwardness.

Azzi slowly starts grinding into her while keeping eye contact. Paige’s hands gently move down the grip at her hips and begin to push her in harder. However, it’s still not enough. Azzi wants Paige to want her. Every bit of her. She wants her to grab her and make Azzi hers over and over and over again. Azzi starts to grind ever harder, creating a rhythm as she kisses Paige’s neck.

Paige responds by gripping tightly onto Azzi’s hips with a shaky breath. Azzi pulls at her hair to create more access to her neck, but the movement causes Paige to let out a moan. “Azzi.”

Finally, Paige is breaking. Paige is letting Azzi have her. Azzi licks and nips at her neck, keeping the rhythm of her grind into the blonde. Paige starts to move her hands lower on her hips towards her ass, making Azzi regret wearing spandex under her dress.

Paige pulls Azzi back to her mouth, slowing them down by deepening the kiss. Azzi knows her noises would probably embarrass her, but she can’t find it in herself to care when she knows she’s one step closer to having Paige.

Now Paige is the one to move down Azzi’s neck and suck at her pulse causing Azzi to grind down even harder than before and grab tightly onto Paige’s shoulders. Paige is shamelessly licking and kissing her way down Azzi’s neck and cleavage, taking advantage of the low dress.

“Mmm, P. Tell me what you want.” Azzi is well aware that this isn’t the time or place to have this conversation, but all she wants is for Paige to want her.

“I want, I w-want...” Paige’s moan interrupts her sentence, only encouraging Azzi more.

“C'mon, baby, tell me.”

Suddenly, fear and panic crept onto Paige’s face as she started breathing heavily. “W-wait. We can’t do this.” Paige moved her hands off Azzi as if she was caught red-handed for a crime and began to slide out from underneath her before Azzi could fully sit up.

“Wait, Paige! Can we just talk about this?”

Paige’s eyes dart between Azzi’s eyes. “I j-just...I—fuck..” Before Azzi can stop her, Paige turns on her heel, rushing towards the bathroom.

Azzi is done.

She’s done wonderding. Done waiting. Done hoping.

She took a deep breath, fixed her dress, and decided that they were having this conversation whether Paige liked it or not.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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ofcourseiwillmydarling · 10 months ago

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❗I accidentally deleted the draft where I answered to the ask so I'm reposting it like this. Anyway, TYSM anon ! Means a lot to me ! I always feel like what I'm writing makes absolute no sense LOL. I hope you enjoy! 🫡🩵

a/n: Tomorrow I go back to class but we're up to a slow start, so I'll try to post as much as I can during these months ! If you guys have any other requests - about any soa character (both male and female) - dont be shy to send them, I have so much fun doing these & I looove hearing your thoughts ! ♡

! REQUESTS ARE OPEN

TW: mean !Jax & rough sex.

"Aw fuck - darlin' - what'd he do?" Your eyes are puffy and red - lashes clumping together from your tears - lips swollen from biting them. Jax makes a soft mouth sound as he sweeps his thumb over your cheekbone, rubbing slow, soft circles meant to soothe you.

"Clay," you sob. "He said I was jus' a cheap lay to you," your voice cracks and more tears fall across your pathetic, broken expression. "Jesus Christ," He hisses between clenched teeth. He's seething. "Where is he?"

You shake your head, digging your fingers into the lapels of his vest. "He left," you murmur. "Jus' leave it alone." The words hitched in your throat - blathering something incoherent.

"Baby," he urges. He can hear your heart beginning to thump - pounding too hard and too fast against your chest. "You're with me. You're okay." He rubs his cheek firmly against your own - skin sheathed in cool sweat - his nose probing your hairline.

It ends like it always does. He threads his fingers through your hair - tugging the strands gently - before he crashes his mouth against yours. "I love you."

He wraps his fingers around the bends of your knees - forcing them apart. He is hard between your legs; tip leaking and heavy as it presses against your belly. Fisting his cock, he sinks into you in one brutal stroke. He's meaner today. He had hurt you with his words, even when he'd slam the thick of him inside your cunt till you'd bruise, but it never mattered. You were too in love for it to ever matter. This was for him. Not you.

You don't know the specifics about his 'jobs' - he couldn't tell you - but you do know the state that he comes home in. You let him use you as he needs.

"Jackie," You mewl - brow wrinkling in discomfort - as you reach for him. You're full of him. You wonder if you could feel him if you placed your hand on your belly. You cradle the hinge of his jaw and you're blathering against the slope of his cheekbone. You hiccup and sniff - you couldn't help it - he's stretching you apart and it aches something fierce. "Quit whinin'." he bits out as he hits balls deep - cock hitting something deep and sensitive inside of you.

You meet each thrust - even though your cunt is raw - lifting your hips to take his cock again and again. "Don't stop - fuck - m'close." He rolls his hips into you - grinding his pelvic bone against against the peak of your sex - knocking a sharp cry from your kiss-swollen lips. Rough and sharp. It's aggressive and a little ugly - still, you kiss him like you're dying.

He tightens his grip on your waist as you writhe against his hold. He ducks his head - rubbing his cheek firmly against yours - as he presses deeper. He can feel you tighten up - muscles clamping down his length - and fucks you through it. "That's it," he exhales against your teeth - you feel his cock pulse inside you - hips stuttering against your own. "Fuck - I love you."

Still — he leaves. But oh - it feels just like love.

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