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guilty pleasure: a fic in fetlife messages
(joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+
summary: joel is a freak and is tired of keeping it to himself. he finally decides to make himself a fetlife profile and finds just the type of girl he's been looking for to match his freak: you.
warnings: 18+, smut, no outbreak au, set in 2017 so i could keep joel's birth year, young!joel, reasonably sized age gap (joel is 36, reader is 22), sexting, pet play, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (puppy, sweetheart, princess, babygirl, little one, etc), degrading names (a few uses of doggy, mutt, and bitch), gentle domination (following rules for eating/bedtime/self care, daddy joel choosing your hair and outfits, etc), sending nudes/videos, reader has small tits, reader has a skintone that is described as âredâ and âblushingâ, reader has a shaved pussy, reader has hair that can be put into a claw clip/pigtails/buns, joel may be a freak but he is very caring and considerate, please let me know if i missed anything <3
word count: 8.3k (not counting timestamps/usernames)
a/n: i started this in the car on friday night, here it is now. just something incredibly self indulgent to give my brain a break from working through strangers :) if you are experienced with fetlife or are a student at UT austin please suspend your disbelief incredibly high up in the air when you read this lol. yes puppyprincess12 is literally just me so what. thank u @chippedowlmug and @polaroidpascal for all the baby freak joel yapping and again to @polaroidpascal for making joel and reader's fetlife profiles that u can see at the end of the fic!! enjoy <3
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November 7, 2017
(6:36 PM) puppyprincess12: hi sir :) iâm a little shy but i think youâre so handsome i just had to send a message. i like that picture of you at the party on your profile, you look nice in that shirt :) i hope we can get to know each other some more!!
(7:07 PM) texandaddy81: Hi there, princess. Youâre a beautiful girl yourself. Got such pretty manners too, thatâs what I like to see. I donât mind that youâre a little shy, I gotta admit Iâm new to this and pretty nervous myself. Letâs just have some fun gettin to know each other and let me know if anything I say makes you uncomfortable, alright?
(7:10 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir :)
(7:18 PM) texandaddy81: Thereâs those manners again. You always so polite and well behaved?
(7:20 PM) puppyprincess12: i try to be. i like being good. is that something youâd be interested in?
(7:24 PM) texandaddy81: I think it is. Not that interested in havin a brat that needs to be tamed all the time. Would rather be a Daddy to a good little girl like you. Is that the type of thing youâre looking for?
(7:26 PM) puppyprincess12: yes it is daddy :) i would love to be a good girl for youÂ
(7:31 PM) texandaddy81: Well letâs hang on just a minute. I didnât say anything about you calling me Daddy right away. Thatâs something Iâd like to save for after weâve gotten to know each other a little bit more.Â
(7:33 PM) puppyprincess12: i understand :( iâm sorry sir. not doing a very good job of proving how good i am :((
(7:35 PM) texandaddy81: Itâs alright sweetheart, weâre both learnin here.
(7:41 PM) texandaddy81: Why donât you introduce me to that cute stuffed animal you have in your profile picture?
(7:45 PM) puppyprincess12: :D sheâs my favorite, sheâs my ballerina bunny her name is odette like from swan lake :)
(7:52 PM) texandaddy81: Sheâs real cute. Seem to know a bit about ballet, you a ballerina in addition to being a puppy and a princess?
(7:54 PM) puppyprincess12: i used to be :(( not so much anymore since i started college, i donât really have time anymore. but i miss it
(7:57 PM) texandaddy81: Jesus, college girl are ya? You sure youâre old enough to be on here, sweetheart?
(8:01 PM) puppyprincess12: uh huh i promise!! itâs on my profile but iâm 22 i graduate next year. i can show you my drivers license if you want
(8:06 PM) texandaddy81: No need, I believe you. You sure you wanna be talkin to somebody over 10 years older than you, though?
(8:10 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir im sure :) i am looking for a daddy after all, you kinda have to be older than me lol :)
(8:14 PM) texandaddy81: I guess thatâs true. Well⊠if we keep talkin and I do decide Iâd like to be your Daddy⊠what kinda things would you be lookin for us to do together? I donât suppose any of the words in your username might give me any cluesâŠ
(8:22 PM) puppyprincess12: they might :)) like i said i like being good. i wanna follow orders and be praised for it and sometimes i do wanna be treated like a puppy :(( iâd like to try a leash and collar and have my daddy train me to behave and bark on command and come when im called and stuff like that
(8:31 PM) puppyprincess12: sorry was that too much :(( i understand if you wouldnât be interested in that kinda stuff
(8:33 PM) texandaddy81: Sorry babygirl, didnât message ya back right away cause I got a little bit lost in the thought of all that, if Iâm being honest. Iâd be very interested in having a little puppy girl like you.Â
(8:35 PM) puppyprincess12: oh yay :D i just know some people think itâs weird so i didnât wanna scare you off
(8:38 PM) texandaddy81: Canât scare me off, princess. Shame on anyone whoâs made you feel weird for being interested in that. My rule is if you like it, if it makes you feel good, and if it doesnât hurt anyone, then ainât nothin wrong with it.Â
(8:41 PM) puppyprincess12: thank you sir :) do you have any other rules? ;)
(8:46 PM) texandaddy81: I certainly have a rule for respect and manners, you seem to follow that one all on your own. Iâd also like to have some rules for taking care of yourself. Eating 3 square meals a day, drinking your water, having a bedtimeâŠ
(8:49 PM) puppyprincess12: id really like some rules like that :(( with school i can be bad at taking care of myself on my ownÂ
(8:51 PM) texandaddy81: Iâd be more than happy to help you do that, sweetheart. Why donât we try it out starting tonight, hm?
(8:53 PM) texandaddy81: How much have you had to eat today?
(8:55 PM) puppyprincess12: just lunch and a couple snacks, i havenât had dinner yet⊠and i donât usually eat breakfastâŠ
(8:57 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâs alright princess. Getting pretty late thoughâŠ
(8:58 PM) texandaddy81: Why donât you go ahead and get yourself some dinner and send me a picture when you get it, okay?
(9:01 PM) puppyprincess12: okay sir :) iâll be right back
(9:03 PM) texandaddy81: Good girl, thank you.Â
(9:16 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(9:17 PM) puppyprincess12: i went to the dining hall and got a chicken sandwich and some sweet potato fries :D
(9:21 PM) texandaddy81: That looks like a good dinner to me :) Can you drink a whole glass of water with it for me please?
(9:22 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir i will :)
(9:23 PM) texandaddy81: Good girl.Â
(9:26 PM) puppyprincess12: :) i really like it when you call me that
(9:29 PM) texandaddy81: Well, thatâs what you are. Iâll call you that all you want.
(9:33 PM) texandaddy81: Is there anything else youâd like me to call you?
(9:36 PM) puppyprincess12: um⊠wellâŠ
(9:38 PM) texandaddy81: What is it, babygirl? Use your words please.Â
(9:41 PM) puppyprincess12: i think iâd like it if you called me puppy sometimes :((
(9:44 PM) texandaddy81: I can certainly do that. Why donât you be a good puppy and eat your dinner for me, drink your water too. Come back to me again when youâre all finished.Â
(9:45 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir :))
(10:16 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(10:17 PM) puppyprincess12: okay iâm all done hereâs a picture of my empty plate and empty glass in case u wanted to seeÂ
(10:23 PM) texandaddy81: Thank you princess, that was very thoughtful of you to show me.
(10:25 PM) texandaddy81: All thatâs left is my rule about bedtime. What time do you normally go to bed during the week?
(10:28 PM) puppyprincess12: pretty late :(( especially if iâm working on a big project. sometimes i donât go to bed until itâs the next morningâŠ
(10:31 PM) texandaddy81: Well thatâs not very good at all. Itâs already pretty late, assuming youâre in the same time zone as me.
(10:35 PM) puppyprincess12: iâm in austin tx so itâs a lil after 10:30 here :((
(10:38 PM) texandaddy81: As fate would have it, thatâs where I am, too. Do you have any more work to do tonight, puppy?
(10:40 PM) puppyprincess12: nooo thatâs why i decided to get online and message you bc im done with my work for the night
(10:44 PM) texandaddy81: Well, as glad as I am that we got to talk to each other tonight, I reckon itâs about time for this little girl to go to bed, donât you think? Iâd like to set a bedtime for 10:30 as long as we keep gettin to know each other. We missed the mark a little bit for tonight, but does that sound okay goin forward?
(10:46 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir :(( i just wish i could keep talking to you
(10:49 PM) texandaddy81: I do too, but Iâll still be here when you wake up.Â
(11:03 PM) texandaddy81: Sorry, I shouldnât assume. If you wanna keep talking, Iâll be around tomorrow.Â
(11:12 PM) puppyprincess12: i would love to talk to you again tomorrow sir :)
(11:15 PM) texandaddy81: Alright, then. Goodnight princess, get some good sleep and weâll pick up where we left off tomorrow.Â
(11:16 PM) puppyprincess12: goodnight sir :) <3
November 8, 2017
(7:31 AM) texandaddy81: Good morning, sweetheart. Hope you slept well.Â
(8:03 AM) texandaddy81: You have something to eat yet this morning?
(9:36 AM) texandaddy81: Princess?
(10:02 AM) puppyprincess12: omg good morning sir iâm sorry my only class today isnât until the evening so i slept in :((
(10:04 AM) texandaddy81: Thatâs alright sweet girl. Happy to hear from you.Â
(10:06 AM) texandaddy81: Can you answer my question please?
(10:07 AM) puppyprincess12: itâs a lil late for breakfast do i still have to eat something?
(10:13 AM) texandaddy81: I would like you to, please. Even if itâs just a piece of toast to tide you over until lunch.Â
(10:16 AM) puppyprincess12: okie sir i will have some :)
(10:21 AM) puppyprincess12: can i have some coffee or do i have to drink water ?
(10:26 AM) texandaddy81: Hmm⊠One glass of water before your coffee, please.Â
(10:27 AM) texandaddy81: Thank you for askin
(10:29 AM) puppyprincess12: youâre welcome :)
(10:36 AM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(10:36 AM) puppyprincess12: hereâs a pic of everything so u can see i made it :)
(10:38 AM) texandaddy81: Youâre such a good little girl.Â
(10:40 AM) texandaddy81: Hold on a second thoâŠ
(10:41 AM) texandaddy81: Thought you said you were gonna make some coffee?
(10:43 AM) puppyprincess12: yea itâs in the pic :) in the pink mug!!
(10:45 AM) texandaddy81: Sweetheart⊠that ainât coffee.Â
(10:47 AM) puppyprincess12: what do u mean ?
(10:50 AM) texandaddy81: Coffeeâs usually black in my house. What you made yourself might as well just be milk.Â
(10:51 AM) puppyprincess12: nuh uh itâs coffee!!! i use this vanilla oat milk creamer that i like :)
(10:53 AM) texandaddy81: They can make milk outta oats now??
(10:54 AM) puppyprincess12: lol yes sir!! itâs really yum u should try it
(10:57 AM) texandaddy81: Lol. No thank you.Â
(10:59 AM) puppyprincess12: whatever more for me then :D
(11:07 AM) texandaddy81: You eating your breakfast in addition to breakin my heart with your coffee choices?
(11:08 AM) puppyprincess12: yes sir i am :) i will show u empty plate and cups in a bitÂ
(11:25 AM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(11:25 AM) puppyprincess12: see all done
(11:27 AM) texandaddy81: Good puppy, thank you.Â
(11:28 AM) puppyprincess12: :D
(11:36 AM) texandaddy81: So your only class today isnât until the evenin you said? What time would that be?
(11:38 AM) puppyprincess12: it starts at 5pm :)
(11:42 AM) texandaddy81: Alright, babygirl. Got all the work done that you need to do for it?
(11:45 AM) puppyprincess12: yes sir itâs an art history class so i only had to do a little bit of reading last night :) i just have to show up and listen today
(11:49 AM) texandaddy81: And youâre a very good listener, arenât you puppy?
(11:50 AM) puppyprincess12: yes sir i am :)
(12:03 PM) texandaddy81: Have you gotten yourself ready for the day yet? Or just rolled outta bed and ate something like I told you to?
(12:05 PM) puppyprincess12: no sir not ready yet
(12:07 PM) texandaddy81: Well then⊠Why donât you get yourself dressed and do your hair up and everythin?
(12:08 PM) puppyprincess12: okay sir i will :)
(12:15 PM) puppyprincess12: um⊠sir?
(12:17 PM) texandaddy81: Right here princess. What is it?
(12:18 PM) puppyprincess12: would u like to pick out my outfit for me? maybe decide what i do with my hair too?
(12:21 PM) texandaddy81: Iâd love to, sweet girl.Â
(12:23 PM) texandaddy81: What kinda stuff do you normally wear to class?
(12:25 PM) puppyprincess12: itâs been a little chilly lately so iâve just been wearing sweaters and jeans
(12:27 PM) texandaddy81: Can you pick out a few sweaters that you like and send me a pic so I can choose one for you?
(12:28 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir :)
(12:31 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(12:33 PM) texandaddy81: Those are real cute⊠How about that rainbow one in the middle?
(12:34 PM) texandaddy81: I assume thatâs the kind you gotta wear another shirt underneath, right?
(12:36 PM) texandaddy81: Correct me if Iâm wrong. Donât know too much about girls fashion lol.Â
(12:36 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir itâs a cardigan so i normally wear a white t shirt underneath it :)
(12:38 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâs fine, then.Â
(12:40 PM) texandaddy81: Can you show me a few pairs of your jeans then next?
(12:40 PM) texandaddy81: Put the sweater and the shirt in the same pic please.Â
(12:41 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir
(12:43 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(12:44 PM) texandaddy81: I think those lighter ones on the right would look nice.Â
(12:45 PM) puppyprincess12: okie :D i will wear those then
(12:46 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(12:46 PM) puppyprincess12: are these shoes okay to wear with it? i think they would look cute with the sweater :)
(12:49 PM) texandaddy81: I think they would too, princess. Those are real pretty.Â
(12:51 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(12:51 PM) puppyprincess12: and these earrings?
(12:59 PM) texandaddy81: Damn⊠can only imagine how fuckin adorable youâre gonna look today.Â
(1:00 PM) texandaddy81: Yes, you can wear those earrings.Â
(1:01 PM) puppyprincess12: okay thank you :)
(1:03 PM) puppyprincess12: so for my hair i usually leave it down and put some little clips in it or i can put it all up in a big claw clip or i can put it in 2 buns or 2 pigtails or whatever u want :)
(1:06 PM) texandaddy81: Wow, lotta choicesâŠ
(1:06 PM) texandaddy81: Not even gonna ask what the hell a claw clip is.Â
(1:07 PM) texandaddy81: Pigtails, please.Â
(1:08 PM) puppyprincess12: high or low?
(1:08 PM) texandaddy81: Low.Â
(1:09 PM) puppyprincess12: okay :)
(1:14 PM) puppyprincess12: i hope im not making u choose too many things i just wanna be good and look perfect for u
(1:21 PM) texandaddy81: Youâll look perfect no matter what, princess. But I certainly appreciate how eager you are to do as I say.Â
(1:22 PM) texandaddy81: Send me a pic when youâre all dressed and ready, please.Â
(1:23 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir i will :)
(2:15 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(2:17 PM) texandaddy81: God almightyâŠ
(2:18 PM) texandaddy81: You are a fuckin gorgeous little thing sweetheart.Â
(2:21 PM) texandaddy81: Know Iâm a grown man and all but Iâm starting to feel a lil jealous of all them college boys that are gonna get to see you todayâŠ
(2:23 PM) puppyprincess12: thank you sir :D <3
(2:24 PM) puppyprincess12: and donât worry sir i donât even look twice at the boys here none of them are as handsome or nice as you are
(2:27 PM) puppyprincess12: i already donât talk to any of them but if u wanted me to i would never talk to any boys here ever again even if theyâre in my class i would just ignore them
(2:27 PM) puppyprincess12: if thatâs what u asked me to do
(2:31 PM) texandaddy81: You really would?
(2:33 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir
(2:33 PM) puppyprincess12: just wanna be good :((
(2:37 PM) texandaddy81: Iâll take you up on that then.Â
(2:40 PM) texandaddy81: If a guy in your class tonight tries to talk to you, I want you to ignore him. If you have to do somethin with a partner or whatever the hell they make you do in college, I want you to make sure youâre partnered with another girl.Â
(2:41 PM) texandaddy81: Only man you should be talkin to or payin attention to should be me.Â
(2:46 PM) texandaddy81: Sorry. Maybe thatâs too much.Â
(2:48 PM) puppyprincess12: no sir thatâs exactly what i want
(2:49 PM) puppyprincess12: i will do as u say i promise
(2:51 PM) texandaddy81: Good girl, thank you.Â
(2:59 PM) texandaddy81: Unfortunately I have to do some work for a lil bit babygirl. Itâs mighty late in the day for you to be eating lunch but you slept in today so Iâll let it slide. Eat something while Iâm gone and send me a pic, please.
(3:01 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir i will :)
(3:27 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 2 images]
(3:27 PM) puppyprincess12: hereâs what i had and proof that i ate it along with some water :)
(4:32 PM) puppyprincess12: i hope work is going well i miss u :(
(4:50 PM) puppyprincess12: hi sir i just wanted to let u know im going to class now and my professor doesnât allow phones so i will text u again when im done :)Â
(7:49 PM) puppyprincess12: im sorry for so many texts just wanna make sure im keeping u updated :) class is over i did as you asked tonight and im back in my room now i have some dinnerÂ
(8:32 PM) texandaddy81: Shit sweetheart Iâm so sorry. Didnât expect to be gone for so long. The day just got away from me.Â
(8:36 PM) puppyprincess12: thatâs okay sir iâm happy to hear from u again :) i hope work wasnât too bad :((
(8:39 PM) texandaddy81: Just ended up runnin into some more problems today than we were expecting to.Â
(8:41 PM) texandaddy81: Worked up a pretty good sweat today so I just got outta the shower.Â
(8:45 PM) texandaddy81: Donât suppose youâd like a pic?
(8:46 PM) puppyprincess12: omg yes please sir
(8:48 PM) texandaddy81: [Attachment: 1 image]
(8:50 PM) puppyprincess12: oh my godâŠ
(8:51 PM) puppyprincess12: iâm on my knees rn youâre so fucking handsomeâŠ
(8:53 PM) puppyprincess12: ur arms are so big holy shit
(8:55 PM) texandaddy81: Lol thank you princess. You flatter me way too much.Â
(8:58 PM) puppyprincess12: may i pls see whatâs under the towel? ;)
(9:01 PM) texandaddy81: Appreciate that you asked so politely. But maybe a little later, puppy.Â
(9:03 PM) puppyprincess12: okay sir :)
(9:05 PM) puppyprincess12: bet youâre just as big under there as the rest of you
(9:06 PM) texandaddy81: Maybe I am.Â
(9:08 PM) texandaddy81: But I decide when you get to see that. You understand?
(9:11 PM) texandaddy81: I decide when puppy gets her treat.Â
(9:12 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir i understand
(9:23 PM) texandaddy81: I gotta admit somethin to you babygirlâŠ
(9:24 PM) puppyprincess12: yes ?
(9:26 PM) texandaddy81: I was workin outside in the dirt and shit all afternoon⊠And all I could think about was some of what you said last nightâŠ
(9:27 PM) puppyprincess12: yeah? :)
(9:29 PM) texandaddy81: Yeah⊠Somethin about you wanting to be leashed and collared?
(9:30 PM) puppyprincess12: uh huh⊠i think about it a lot too :((
(9:32 PM) puppyprincess12: i actually do have a leash and collar but it doesnât feel the same⊠want somebody else to put it on for me and tug on the leash and stuffâŠ
(9:34 PM) puppyprincess12: want somebody to put me on all fours and treat me like a petâŠ
(9:35 PM) texandaddy81: And that somebody would be me, I reckon?
(9:37 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir⊠:((
(9:38 PM) texandaddy81: Well⊠canât be there with you to do all that, but I can ask you to put your lil accessories on and send me a pic of you in em, canât I?
(9:39 PM) puppyprincess12: yes u can sir
(9:39 PM) puppyprincess12: i will put them on rn
(9:46 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(9:47 PM) texandaddy81: Fuck⊠Just walked right outta one of my wet dreams, didnât you?
(9:47 PM) texandaddy81: Most perfect lil puppy Iâve ever seenâŠ
(9:48 PM) texandaddy81: Your collar got a lil tag on it, looks like? Whatâs it say, sweetheart?
(9:49 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(9:49 PM) puppyprincess12: it says princess :)
(9:51 PM) texandaddy81: I shouldâve guessed. Itâs fitting.Â
(9:53 PM) texandaddy81: Those cute lil pajamas are normally what you wear to bed?
(9:54 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir i changed into them bc i know bedtime is soon :)
(9:56 PM) texandaddy81: Good girl.Â
(9:56 PM) texandaddy81: I wonât keep you up too much longer.Â
(9:58 PM) texandaddy81: Can you do one thing for me please, pretty girl?
(10:00 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir anything
(10:02 PM) texandaddy81: I wonder what itâd look like if you stuck your tongue out like a dog⊠Put up one of your hands so it looks like youâre beggin for meâŠ
(10:08 PM) texandaddy81: Sorry. Unless thatâs too much. Kind of a specific request.Â
(10:13 PM) texandaddy81: Didnât mean to weird you out, sweetheart.Â
(10:15 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(10:15 PM) puppyprincess12: u mean like this?
(10:16 PM) texandaddy81: Fuck, princess. Yeah, just like that.Â
(10:17 PM) texandaddy81: Be dreamin about you lookin like that when I finally get some shuteye tonight for sureâŠ
(10:17 PM) texandaddy81: Fuck youâre the most perfect lil thing got me nice n hard babygirlâŠ
(10:19 PM) puppyprincess12: really? :)
(10:20 PM) texandaddy81: YeahâŠÂ
(10:22 PM) texandaddy81: You know what⊠Been so good for me today, Iâll give puppy a lil treat before she goes to bed.Â
(10:24 PM) texandaddy81: [Attachment: 1 image]
(10:24 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâs what you do to me, sweetheart.Â
(10:25 PM) puppyprincess12: fuckkk :(( thank u for showing me sir look so big even just gripping it through the towel like that
(10:26 PM) puppyprincess12: canât wait to see the full thing whenever u allow me to
(10:27 PM) texandaddy81: Such a good, patient girl.Â
(10:28 PM) texandaddy81: Well, itâs just about your bedtime, ainât it little one?
(10:28 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir iâm under the covers already :)
(10:30 PM) texandaddy81: Goodnight then, princess. Talk to you again tomorrow.Â
(10:30 PM) puppyprincess12: goodnight sir talk to u tomorrow <3
November 9, 2017
(1:33 PM) puppyprincess12: good afternoon sir :) iâm sorry i didnât message earlier i had classes from 8-10:30 and then from 11-1:30 today
(1:37 PM) texandaddy81: No worries, sweetheart. Was pretty preoccupied this morning myself.Â
(1:38 PM) texandaddy81: Youâre a busy girl, ainât you? Are your classes normally that long?
(1:39 PM) texandaddy81: Iâm just curious, is all, wanna learn some more about you. I donât mean to sound like Iâm accusin you of anything.Â
(1:41 PM) puppyprincess12: itâs okay :) yeah iâm an art student so theyâre all 2.5 hours long so we have enough time to get stuff done during class
(1:43 PM) texandaddy81: Wow⊠a ballerina and an artist, huh? Iâm impressed. You must be very talented, princess.Â
(1:44 PM) puppyprincess12: idk i like to think so :) what did you go to college for sir?
(1:47 PM) texandaddy81: Didnât quite make it that far, Iâm afraid. But I ainât doin so bad without it, my brother and I own a contracting business together.Â
(1:48 PM) puppyprincess12: oh thatâs really cool!!! so you build houses and stuff??
(1:50 PM) texandaddy81: Pretty much.Â
(1:51 PM) puppyprincess12: ohhhh that must be why your arms are so big cause youâre building and lifting heavy things all the time
(1:55 PM) puppyprincess12: i bet youâre really strong huh ;)
(2:06 PM) texandaddy81: I suppose I am. Could probably pick you up and throw you over my shoulder no problem if I had to.Â
(2:12 PM) texandaddy81: Sorry. Too much?
(2:14 PM) puppyprincess12: noooo not at all⊠just got a little dizzy thinking about it is all
(2:16 PM) texandaddy81: Lol. Speaking of which⊠how are we doin on our meals and water today, puppy?
(2:18 PM) puppyprincess12: pretty good i did eat something before my morning class and im getting myself some lunch rn :) iâll have some water with it i promiseÂ
(2:19 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâs a good girl.Â
(2:26 PM) puppyprincess12: :) so what are you up to today sir? building any houses?
(2:30 PM) texandaddy81: Not today, no. If Iâm being honest, I was spending a lotta time staring at the pictures on your profile again this morning when I shoulda been paying attention to the meetings I was in.Â
(2:31 PM) puppyprincess12: oh u were? ;)
(2:33 PM) texandaddy81: I was. Some of em were givin me quite the ideas⊠You wanna hear some of them?
(2:33 PM) puppyprincess12: yes please sir
(2:35 PM) texandaddy81: Well⊠I was lookin at that pretty picture of you standing in front of your mirror⊠you know the one Iâm talkin about?
(2:37 PM) puppyprincess12: i think so⊠the one where i have my puppy ears on?
(2:39 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâd be the one. Look so pretty in them⊠Had me thinkin about how youâd look even prettier if you were on your knees for me while you were wearin em⊠With your lil leash and collar on tooâŠ
(2:41 PM) texandaddy81: Let me know if Iâm going too farâŠ
(2:42 PM) puppyprincess12: not too far sir⊠iâd kneel for you right away if you asked me to, iâd be so goodâŠ
(2:43 PM) texandaddy81: I know you would be. Bet if I asked you to sit, stay, roll over, bark⊠You would, wouldnât you?
(2:44 PM) puppyprincess12: uh huh yes sir i would iâd be such a good puppy for you iâd do anything you asked me to do
(2:46 PM) texandaddy81: Anything? Tell me this, princess. And again let me know if Iâm going too farâŠ
(2:48 PM) texandaddy81: Would you be willing to embarrass yourself for me, puppy? Would you let me degrade you if I wanted to?
(2:48 PM) puppyprincess12: yesss sir i would fuck i love being degraded :((
(2:49 PM) texandaddy81: Thought you might. Do I have permission to degrade you a little bit now?
(2:49 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir pls pls pls i want you to :((
(2:51 PM) texandaddy81: God⊠youâre a good girl but you can be a little pathetic, huh? Begging a man youâve never met to degrade youâŠÂ
(2:52 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir im pathetic fuck i want u to be mean to me
(2:56 PM) puppyprincess12: pls keep talking to me like that sir iâm so wet already :((
(2:57 PM) texandaddy81: Can I see, babygirl? Will you send me a picture of that little puppy pussy drippin for me?
(3:02 PM) texandaddy81: If youâre comfortable with that.Â
(3:10 PM) texandaddy81: Fuck, if youâre not in public right now or anything.Â
(3:16 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(3:16 PM) puppyprincess12: sorry sir i ran back to my dorm as quick as i could so i could take a pic
(3:17 PM) texandaddy81: Christ youâve got a perfect little cunt⊠blushing and bare and droolin for meâŠÂ
(3:18 PM) texandaddy81: She donât need much, does she?
(3:19 PM) puppyprincess12: no sir i get wet soooo easily just from you saying this kinda stuff to me :((
(3:19 PM) texandaddy81: Your roommates home sweetheart?
(3:21 PM) puppyprincess12: um no sir
(3:22 PM) texandaddy81: Good. I want you to touch yourself for me.Â
(3:25 PM) puppyprincess12: yes sir iâm doing it it feels so goodÂ
(3:25 PM) puppyprincess12: i bet your big strong fingers would feel even better than my little paws :((
(3:32 PM) puppyprincess12: sorry was that weird :((
(3:36 PM) texandaddy81: Fuck⊠no puppy it wasnât. Just had to situate myself so I could jerk off right alongside you. Goddamn that beautiful wet little pussy so fuckin sexyâŠÂ
(3:36 PM) texandaddy81: Would you like a picture of Daddyâs dick sweet girl?
(3:37 PM) puppyprincess12: fuckkk yes please⊠sirâŠ
(3:38 PM) texandaddy81: I went ahead and used it so you can say it now puppy. Â
(3:39 PM) texandaddy81: Probably should wait a little longer but fuck it itâs been long enough
(3:39 PM) texandaddy81: Thereâs just somethin about you princess
(3:40 PM) puppyprincess12: pls daddy let me see it please :((
(3:42 PM) texandaddy81: [Attachment: 1 image]
(3:43 PM) puppyprincess12: ohh my god youâre so fucking big daddy fuck
(3:43 PM) puppyprincess12: i knew u would be big but holy fuck
(3:44 PM) puppyprincess12: probably wouldnât even fit inside me :((
(3:46 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâs okay princess I bet youâd be beggin me to make it fit huh? Pathetic little puppy slut.Â
(3:47 PM) puppyprincess12: yes daddy want u to stretch me open
(3:47 PM) puppyprincess12: idc if it hurts a little i want it daddy :((
(3:49 PM) texandaddy81: Might hurt more than just a little. But Iâd talk you through it and help you take it all.
(3:50 PM) texandaddy81: Iâd tug on your leash while I split open that tight little puppy holeÂ
(3:50 PM) texandaddy81: Make sure my pretty mutt keeps her eyes on her Daddy while he shoves his big cock deep in her guts.
(3:51 PM) texandaddy81: You like the sound of that sweetheart?
(3:52 PM) puppyprincess12: FUCK yes pls daddy i want it so fucking bad
(3:55 PM) puppyprincess12: fuck iâm so close already daddy pls keep going pls pls pls
(3:56 PM) texandaddy81: Fuck Iâm gonna blow my fuckin load just thinking about all those sounds I bet youâre makin right now⊠The whines and whimpers youâd make when I use your pretty cunt like a toyâŠ
(3:58 PM) texandaddy81: God Iâm usually not this fuckin forward sweetheart I promise but Jesus ChristâŠ
(3:59 PM) puppyprincess12: oh my fucking god daddy fuck fuck fuck pls thatâs what i want omggg
(3:59 PM) puppyprincess12: i donât care daddy itâs turning me on so fucking much im so fucking wet for you
(4:01 PM) texandaddy81: Such a fucking little whore gonna soak your little paws and your bedsheets just from thinkin about me huh
(4:02 PM) puppyprincess12: fuck yes daddy iâm gonna come can i please??
(4:02 PM) texandaddy81: Course you can princess askin so pretty and nice
(4:03 PM) texandaddy81: You wanna see this Daddy dick comin for you?
(4:03 PM) puppyprincess12: yes pls daddy donât wanna come until you do :((
(4:03 PM) texandaddy81: Fuck such a good little girl
(4:05 PM) texandaddy81: Daddyâs comin so fuckin hard for you puppy wish I was fuckin that desperate lil hole of yours instead of my fist
(4:07 PM) texandaddy81: [Attachment: 1 video]
(4:14 PM) texandaddy81: Still there princess?
(4:15 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(4:15 PM) puppyprincess12: uh huh⊠i made such a mess daddy look :((
(4:17 PM) texandaddy81: God damn⊠thatâs okay puppy. Couldnât help yourself, could you?
(4:17 PM) puppyprincess12: no daddy :((
(4:19 PM) texandaddy81: Messy little girl⊠Maybe next time Daddyâll be there to help you clean it up.Â
(4:19 PM) puppyprincess12: maybe :) <3
(4:21 PM) texandaddy81: Would you like that, sweetheart?
(4:27 PM) texandaddy81: That wasnât too much too soon, was it? Like I said I normally wouldnât move that fast but thereâs just somethin about youâŠ
(4:28 PM) puppyprincess12: no daddy it wasnât :) i liked it a lot it felt rly good
(4:30 PM) puppyprincess12: thank u for going along with the puppy thing lol
(4:31 PM) texandaddy81: If it makes you feel that good then who am I to deny you, sweetheart? You remember my rule I told you about right?
(4:31 PM) puppyprincess12: yes daddy i do :)
(4:33 PM) texandaddy81: Good girl.Â
(4:35 PM) texandaddy81: Well I should probably clean myself up and finish this email I was in the middle of writing.Â
(4:36 PM) puppyprincess12: okay daddy :((
(4:38 PM) texandaddy81: I know puppy. Just gotta hunker down on some work this evenin and Iâll check back in with you a little later, alright? Not as late as last time I promise, Iâm just doing boring computer stuff today.
(4:42 PM) texandaddy81: While Iâm gone you can think about if youâd like to get some dinner with me this weekend?
(4:45 PM) texandaddy81: Only if you want to. And if youâre not too busy. Would just love to see that pretty face in person.Â
(4:46 PM) texandaddy81: And prove to you that I can be a gentleman, too.Â
(4:48 PM) puppyprincess12: i would love to :)
(4:49 PM) texandaddy81: Well alright then :) Speak soon, alright princess? Be good.Â
(4:49 PM) puppyprincess12: i will daddy :)Â
(4:50 PM) texandaddy81: Good girl.Â
(4:51 PM) texandaddy81: Thank you for the good time.Â
(4:51 PM) texandaddy81: Like I said I promise I donât normally do that much that fast.Â
(4:53 PM) puppyprincess12: itâs really okay i promise :) i had fun and i wouldnât be on this site if i wasnât looking for something like that
(4:55 PM) texandaddy81: Youâre right. Just wanna make sure Iâm doin all this the right wayÂ
(4:56 PM) texandaddy81: My first time gettin into this kinda thing and all
(4:57 PM) puppyprincess12: weâre both learning :) isnât that what you said the other day?
(5:01 PM) texandaddy81: Just the other day, huh? Youâre right sweetheart.Â
(5:02 PM) puppyprincess12: i can tell youâre sweet and that you have good intentions and i canât wait to meet you soon :D
(5:03 PM) texandaddy81: Well thank you babygirl, I appreciate you sayin that a lot.Â
(5:03 PM) texandaddy81: And I canât wait either princess.Â
(5:05 PM) puppyprincess12: iâm gonna do my homework for a few hours text me when ur done working okay?
(5:06 PM) texandaddy81: Will do, puppy.
(6:12 PM) texandaddy81: Hi again, pretty girl. You still workin?
(6:45 PM) texandaddy81: Gettin pretty close to dinner time, I hope you get yourself something to eat soon. Â
(8:01 PM) texandaddy81: Just checking in, princess. You there?
(9:19 PM) puppyprincess12: hiiii
(9:21 PM) texandaddy81: :) There she is.Â
(9:22 PM) texandaddy81: Were you doin homework all that time? Â
(9:24 PM) puppyprincess12: yeah :(( iâm still not done
(9:26 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâs okay, sweetheart. You took a break somewhere in there though to eat some dinner I hope?
(9:27 PM) puppyprincess12: âŠnoooo :(((
(9:27 PM) puppyprincess12: pls donât be mad at me
(9:28 PM) texandaddy81: Iâm not mad at you, princess.Â
(9:29 PM) texandaddy81: Nearly 9:30 though, you gotta be starvin by now.Â
(9:29 PM) texandaddy81: Iâd like you to take a break for me please, little girl.Â
(9:31 PM) puppyprincess12: can i take my break in just a few more minutes sir?
(9:32 PM) puppyprincess12: i just donât feel like i can stop until i fix this one part of the project that im working on
(9:32 PM) puppyprincess12: once i fix it and feel good about it then i can stop
(9:36 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâs not how this works, sweetheart. You follow Daddyâs rules and do as he asks like a good girl. No arguing, not when heâs trying to get you to take care of yourself. Thatâs what you wanted me to help you do, remember?
(9:37 PM) puppyprincess12: yes daddy i remember
(9:39 PM) puppyprincess12: iâll take a break nowÂ
(9:41 PM) texandaddy81: Thank you puppy.Â
(9:55 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 2 images]
(9:55 PM) puppyprincess12: here u go hereâs proof
(9:57 PM) puppyprincess12: can i go back to work now
(9:59 PM) texandaddy81: Not yet. Donât appreciate the attitude Iâm getting through your last couple of messages.Â
(9:59 PM) puppyprincess12: :(( iâm sorry daddy iâm not trying to give u attitude im just rly stressed about my projectÂ
(10:01 PM) texandaddy81: What about itâs got you so stressed, princess?
(10:02 PM) puppyprincess12: its due tomorrow morning and i just feel like it doesnât look that good and like something is missing but idk what it is
(10:02 PM) puppyprincess12: i always do rly well in this class and i get perfect grades and good critiques all the time and i donât want everyone to be disappointed in me if i present something thatâs not my best
(10:04 PM) puppyprincess12: donât want u to be disappointed in meâŠ
(10:05 PM) puppyprincess12: i just need it to be perfectÂ
(10:05 PM) texandaddy81: I would NOT be disappointed in you.Â
(10:07 PM) texandaddy81: It doesnât need to be perfect, sweetheart. If youâve done your best then thatâs what matters. I donât want you to push yourself and not take care of yourself over one project.Â
(10:08 PM) texandaddy81: Almost puppyâs bedtime, anyway. Take this last bit of time to do what you can and then get some rest, please.Â
(10:08 PM) puppyprincess12: okayyyyy
(10:09 PM) texandaddy81: Try again.Â
(10:09 PM) puppyprincess12: sorry :((
(10:09 PM) puppyprincess12: i mean yes daddy
(10:11 PM) texandaddy81: Much better. Thank you, princess.Â
(10:11 PM) puppyprincess12: :)
(10:32 PM) puppyprincess12: okie iâm in bed now goodnight daddy <3
(10:33 PM) texandaddy81: Goodnight, little one.Â
November 10, 2017
(9:15 AM) puppyprincess12: hiiiiii daddy good morning guess what :D
(9:19 AM) texandaddy81: Good morning, princess.
(9:19 AM) texandaddy81: What?Â
(9:20 AM) puppyprincess12: nooooo u have to guess
(9:20 AM) texandaddy81: I do?
(9:21 AM) texandaddy81: HmmâŠ
(9:24 AM) texandaddy81: A witch turned you into a real puppy this mornin and youâre typing this to me using your furry little paws?
(9:25 AM) puppyprincess12: lol noooo daddy guess again
(9:27 AM) texandaddy81: You finally tried your coffee black and discovered that itâs better without any of your oat milk whatever?
(9:28 AM) puppyprincess12: :| no and thatâs never gonna happen sorry daddy
(9:29 AM) puppyprincess12: okay 1 more guess
(9:31 AM) texandaddy81: All I can do is try
(9:33 AM) texandaddy81: Donât suppose it has something to do with your project that was due this mornin?
(9:34 AM) puppyprincess12: yes it does :D
(9:35 AM) puppyprincess12: everybody loved it and my professor gave me rly good compliments on it!!!!
(9:35 AM) puppyprincess12: so i think im gonna get a good grade
(9:42 AM) texandaddy81: Thatâs amazing, sweetheart! Daddy is very proud of you. Youâre such a talented little girl.Â
(9:42 AM) puppyprincess12: thank you daddy!!!!! :)
(9:44 AM) texandaddy81: But you know I wouldâve been proud of you no matter how it went this morning, donât you?
(9:45 AM) puppyprincess12: yes sir i do :)
(9:45 AM) texandaddy81: Good.Â
(9:52 AM) texandaddy81: Got any plans for the rest of the day?
(10:11 AM) puppyprincess12: well usually when i have a good day in class i get myself an iced coffee as a treatÂ
(10:13 AM) puppyprincess12: do i have your permission to get myself one sir?
(10:15 AM) texandaddy81: Yes you do, puppy. Thank you for asking.Â
(10:16 AM) texandaddy81: I donât need a picture of it this time, though. Can only imagine what kinda nonsense youâre gonna have that poor barista dump in it for ya.Â
(10:19 AM) puppyprincess12: the nonsense is called french vanilla syrup
(10:21 AM) texandaddy81: That donât even sound natural.Â
(10:22 AM) puppyprincess12: itâs not. but itâs yummy and makes it really sweet the way i like it :D
(10:23 AM) texandaddy81: Sweet little drink for a sweet little girl.Â
(10:23 AM) puppyprincess12: yea :)
(10:26 AM) texandaddy81: You typically order sweet little drinks of the alcoholic variety, too?
(10:28 AM) texandaddy81: Just tryin to steel myself for whatever might land at our table when we go out this weekend.Â
(10:28 AM) puppyprincess12: lol yes i do :)
(10:29 AM) puppyprincess12: i usually order whatever fruity cocktail they have that sounds good and if they donât have anything i want then i get a sweet white wine
(10:31 AM) puppyprincess12: sometimes i get a cosmo but if itâs not on the menu usually im too shy to order it myself :((
(10:33 AM) texandaddy81: Well, you wonât have to worry about that, sweetheart. Daddy will order for you.Â
(10:34 AM) texandaddy81: If youâd like me to. I donât want to assume.Â
(10:36 AM) puppyprincess12: yes please i would love that :)
(10:37 AM) texandaddy81: Thatâs what Iâll do then, princess.Â
(10:37 AM) puppyprincess12: okie <3
(10:41 AM) puppyprincess12: where do u think weâll go on our date?
(10:43 AM) texandaddy81: Was thinkin Perryâs downtown maybe?
(10:44 AM) texandaddy81: Pick you up around 7 tomorrow night?
(10:46 AM) puppyprincess12: perryâs??????
(10:46 AM) puppyprincess12: are you sure daddy isnât that place super fancy and expensive??
(10:49 AM) texandaddy81: You sayin you donât wanna go?
(10:51 AM) puppyprincess12: noooo of course not i just donât want you to spend a bunch of money on me
(10:53 AM) texandaddy81: Itâs up to me what I do with my money, sweetheart.Â
(10:54 AM) texandaddy81: Youâre a hardworking, talented, beautiful girl, and I think you deserve to be spoiled for a night.Â
(10:56 AM) texandaddy81: Deserve to be spoiled for the rest of your life, really.Â
(10:57 AM) puppyprincess12: okay as long as youâre sure daddy thank you so much :((
(10:58 AM) texandaddy81: Iâm sure, puppy.Â
(11:00 AM) puppyprincess12: okie :D
(11:07 AM) puppyprincess12: what would u wanna do after we have dinner?
(11:09 AM) texandaddy81: Probably just be a gentleman and take you back to campus for the rest of the evenin. Â
(11:10 AM) puppyprincess12: oh :((
(11:12 AM) texandaddy81: Why're you frowning at me, princess?
(11:15 AM) texandaddy81: You have somethin else in mind?
(11:16 AM) puppyprincess12: maybeâŠ
(11:17 AM) texandaddy81: Yeah? And what would that be?
(11:17 AM) puppyprincess12: i dunnoâŠ
(11:19 AM) texandaddy81: Speak, puppy.Â
(11:20 AM) puppyprincess12: well remember what u were saying last night?
(11:22 AM) puppyprincess12: about making it fit and stuffâŠ
(11:23 AM) texandaddy81: I remember, babygirl.Â
(11:23 AM) puppyprincess12: maybe we could⊠do thatâŠ
(11:25 AM) texandaddy81: Yeah? Want Daddy to wine and dine you and then split you open on his cock?
(11:26 AM) puppyprincess12: uh huh yeah please daddy :((
(11:26 AM) puppyprincess12: havenât stopped thinking about ur cock since last night i wanna feel it inside me so bad
(11:28 AM) texandaddy81: Eager little whore.Â
(11:30 AM) texandaddy81: What if Daddy wanted to have some dessert first? Would you let him?
(11:30 AM) puppyprincess12: of course daddy whatever u want
(11:31 AM) texandaddy81: Could he eat that sweet lil cunt of yours for dessert?
(11:32 AM) puppyprincess12: fuckkkk yes u can daddy
(11:34 AM) texandaddy81: Are you wet again, princess?
(11:35 AM) puppyprincess12: âŠyes :((
(11:36 AM) texandaddy81: Course you are.Â
(11:36 AM) texandaddy81: Show me.Â
(11:39 AM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(11:41 AM) texandaddy81: God damnâŠÂ
(11:43 AM) texandaddy81: Iâd suck on that swollen little clit like a piece of candy, sweetheart.Â
(11:43 AM) texandaddy81: If youâd let me.Â
(11:44 AM) puppyprincess12: yes daddy u can do whatever u want to me
(11:46 AM) puppyprincess12: tell me what else u wanna do to me pls daddy
(11:47 AM) texandaddy81: God I bet that little princess pussy you got tastes so fucking sweet⊠Bet sheâs so sensitive, too.Â
(11:49 AM) texandaddy81: Tell me something, pretty girl.Â
(11:49 AM) puppyprincess12: yes daddy anythingÂ
(11:52 AM) texandaddy81: Would you let me get a little rough with you if I wanted to?Â
(11:53 AM) texandaddy81: I know youâre a sweet little girl but somethins tellin me youâd let Daddy spank that leaky little puppy hole red if he wanted to.Â
(11:53 AM) puppyprincess12: FUCK daddy yes i want it
(11:54 AM) puppyprincess12: bully my little princess cunt make her cry pls pls pls :((
(11:56 AM) texandaddy81: Jesus fuckin Christ gonna have to pull my fucking dick out on the job right now
(11:58 AM) texandaddy81: Just drive me so fuckin crazy puppy canât stop thinking about you
(11:58 AM) texandaddy81: Every night after you go to sleep I just look back thru your pics and our messages and jerk myself off again I canât help it youâre just exactly what Iâve been lookin for babygirl
(11:59 AM) puppyprincess12: fuckkkk daddy thatâs so fucking hot
(12:01 PM) puppyprincess12: u donât understand daddy i would literally let u treat me like a fucking dog i donât care i want it so bad i would let u do whatever u want to me
(12:02 PM) texandaddy81: Yeah? Little bitch in heat, huh?
(12:02 PM) texandaddy81: You wanna be Daddyâs bitch?
(12:03 PM) puppyprincess12: YES DADDY fuck fuck fuck pleaseeeeeeÂ
(12:04 PM) texandaddy81: Better not be fuckin touchin yourself right now doggy
(12:05 PM) texandaddy81: Daddy didnât say you could
(12:05 PM) texandaddy81: Paws off.Â
(12:06 PM) puppyprincess12: âdoggyâ holy fuckkkkkkkkk
(12:06 PM) puppyprincess12: iâm not touching i promise
(12:07 PM) puppyprincess12: but im so fucking wet and it hurts daddy may i pls use a pillow or something :((
(12:08 PM) texandaddy81: You like that one? Thought you might.Â
(12:09 PM) texandaddy81: God what a fucking sight that would be⊠Desperate puppy rubbin her soaking wet little cunt on a pillow for meâŠ
(12:10 PM) texandaddy81: But no pillow.Â
(12:10 PM) texandaddy81: You get to use one of your stuffed animals or you get nothing.Â
(12:11 PM) puppyprincess12: fuckkk okay daddy
(12:15 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(12:16 PM) puppyprincess12: his fur is getting soooo wet :(( but it feels so good thank you for letting me use him
(12:17 PM) texandaddy81: God you really just do anything I ask huh such a fucking perfect submissive little bitch
(12:18 PM) texandaddy81: Fucking gorgeous little slut you just get prettier every time I see you baby
(12:18 PM) texandaddy81: Back arched so fucking pretty for me God youâre gonna be fun to play with
(12:19 PM) puppyprincess12: yes daddy wanna be a good little bitch for u
(12:20 PM) puppyprincess12: u can eat my pussy spit on it spank it put tape over it i donât fucking care i want u to own itÂ
(12:20 PM) texandaddy81: Fucking right I can
(12:21 PM) texandaddy81: Jesus Christ youâre patheticÂ
(12:22 PM) texandaddy81: Show me those pretty tits baby wanna see a lil more of you before I cum all over my fist
(12:22 PM) texandaddy81: God fuckin jerking my dick in one of those filthy porta johns they got on this site donât even fucking care
(12:25 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(12:25 PM) puppyprincess12: im a little insecure about them but here u go daddy
(12:26 PM) texandaddy81: Fuckkkk sweetheart you got any body part that isnât fucking perfect??
(12:27 PM) texandaddy81: Those tiny tits that bare lil pussy Jesus fucking Christ babygirlâŠ
(12:27 PM) texandaddy81: Bitty lil things you got bet I could squeeze both of em in one hand.Â
(12:28 PM) puppyprincess12: so u like them? dont think theyâre too small? :((
(12:28 PM) texandaddy81: Course not puppy theyâre gorgeous just like the rest of you
(12:29 PM) texandaddy81: God imagining those little titties bouncing for me when Iâm poundin that sweet baby cunt so fucking pretty babygirl
(12:31 PM) texandaddy81: Gonna fuckin cum princess are you close?
(12:31 PM) puppyprincess12: uh huh daddy iâve been close this whole time just waiting for u to give me permission :((
(12:32 PM) texandaddy81: Thatâs a good girl
(12:33 PM) texandaddy81: Come for Daddy and send me a video of that swollen lil doggy hole gushin for me
(12:33 PM) puppyprincess12: i will thank u daddy thank u
(12:37 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 video]
(12:39 PM) texandaddy81: Fuck⊠even sound just like a little puppy when you come, donât you?Â
(12:39 PM) texandaddy81: Whimperin and begging in that sweet lil voiceâŠÂ
(12:40 PM) texandaddy81: Canât wait to hear those pathetic lil sounds in person.
(12:42 PM) texandaddy81: Speakin of whichâŠ
(12:43 PM) puppyprincess12: yeah ?
(12:44 PM) texandaddy81: Kinda wanna see you tonight if thatâs okay⊠I just donât know if I can wait any longer to meet you, babygirl.
(12:46 PM) texandaddy81: But if itâs still too soon for you or if youâre busy tonight or somethin I understand
(12:47 PM) puppyprincess12: no i would love to meet u tonight daddy :)
(12:49 PM) texandaddy81: Alright :) Iâll go ahead and make the reservation for 7:15 tonight, okay sweetheart?
(12:53 PM) texandaddy81: Iâm assumin youâre at UT Austin⊠am I right?
(12:54 PM) puppyprincess12: yea :)
(12:56 PM) texandaddy81: I wonât make you tell me exactly where you live or nothin if that would make you uncomfortable⊠but I sure as hell know where that football stadium is⊠Wanna meet me there at 7?
(12:58 PM) texandaddy81: I drive a blue pickup with a big white stripe on the side, should be pretty easy to spot
(12:59 PM) puppyprincess12: okie sounds good :)
(1:03 PM) texandaddy81: Is there anythin else I can do that would make you more comfortable meeting up with me? Can give you my phone number if you wantâŠ
(1:05 PM) texandaddy81: You can go right ahead and give my picture to one of your roommates so they know who youâll be with and everythin
(1:06 PM) puppyprincess12: wellâŠ
(1:06 PM) puppyprincess12: might be nice to know ur name :)Â
(1:08 PM) texandaddy81: Youâre right, sweetheart. Not sure why I didnât think of that one sooner.
(1:09 PM) texandaddy81: My nameâs Joel
(1:11 PM) puppyprincess12: ohhhh joel <3 thatâs a nice name :)
(1:13 PM) texandaddy81: Thank you kindly
(1:13 PM) texandaddy81: Still Daddy to you though as far as youâre concerned though, yeah? ;)
(1:15 PM) puppyprincess12: of course daddy :)
(1:17 PM) texandaddy81: Alright, Iâll see you tonight then, sweet girl
(1:18 PM) texandaddy81: I better get back to work now, princess. But lemme just say one more thing.
(1:25 PM) texandaddy81: I know Iâve been doin a godawful job of showing you that I really am a gentleman. My mama raised me right, I swear she did, and I plan on provin it to you tonight. I just wanna let you know that if we finish up our dinner and you decide that you really do just want me to take you back to campus afterwards, then thatâs what Iâll do. I know Iâm the dominant one here, but all I want is for you to feel in control and safe and Iâll do my damndest to help you feel that way. So if you end up feelin like you ainât really up to making our messages a reality at the end of the night, then thatâs fine with me, sweetheart. I ainât in the business of putting pressure on a girl to do anything beyond what she really wants to do. I just want you to know that before we meet.
(1:27 PM) puppyprincess12: dadddyyyyy :(( <3
(1:28 PM) puppyprincess12: thatâs really really sweet of you i appreciate it a lot thank u
(1:28 PM) puppyprincess12: i canât wait to see u tonight iâm soooo excited
(1:31 PM) puppyprincess12: i know u have to go now but can i send u pics of a couple outfits and u can decide which one i wear when u get a chance ?
(1:33 PM) texandaddy81: Of course I can, sweetheart. Send em on over along with pics of your lunch, please.
(1:34 PM) texandaddy81: Be good, talk to you again soon, puppy
(1:34 PM) puppyprincess12: i will :)
(1:47 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(1:47 PM) puppyprincess12: here is lunch and my water i made a grilled cheese
(2:01 PM) puppyprincess12: [Attachment: 1 image]
(2:02 PM) puppyprincess12: and here are my outfits let me know which one u like best daddy :)
(6:13 PM) texandaddy81: Wow⊠I think youâd look gorgeous in all of em but that pretty red dress is really speakin to me
(6:15 PM) puppyprincess12: yay i love that dress i was hoping u would pick that one :)
(6:16 PM) puppyprincess12: i have my hair and makeup done and everything i just need to get dressed and then iâll be ready
(6:20 PM) texandaddy81: Alright sweetheart, no rush. I just got home myself so gimme a little bit to clean up nice and Iâll let you know when Iâm headin over, alright?
(6:21 PM) puppyprincess12: alright daddy :)
(6:50 PM) texandaddy81: Gettin in the truck now, see you in a little bit, princess
(6:51 PM) puppyprincess12: okay iâm walking over to the stadium now!!!
(7:00 PM) texandaddy81: Just pulled up across from the library
(7:00 PM) texandaddy81: That you across the street? Pretty girl with the red dress and black purse?
(7:01 PM) puppyprincess12: omg yes i see you hi daddy!!!!!!Â
(7:01 PM) puppyprincess12: iâm coming now
(7:02 PM) texandaddy81: Careful crossing the street babygirl.
(11:36 PM) texandaddy81: I know I just dropped you off but God I gotta see you again
(11:37 PM) texandaddy81: Gotta sound like a broken record by now but Lord you are just so beautiful, princess. Even prettier and sweeter and more perfect in person. Just feel like I won the damn lottery meeting you on here.
(11:41 PM) texandaddy81: Anyway. Thank you for spending your evenin with me
(11:45 PM) puppyprincess12: aweee thank u daddy :(( you are so handsome i kept having to remember to focus on what u were saying to me at dinner bc i was just staring at you
(11:45 PM) puppyprincess12: thank you soooo much for dinner daddy and for the amazing time afterwards ;)
(11:47 PM) puppyprincess12: u made me feel so fucking good iâm gonna be thinking about it all weekend
(11:48 PM) texandaddy81: Youâre much too sweet, princess
(11:49 PM) texandaddy81: And youâre welcome, sweet girl. For both. ;)
(11:51 PM) texandaddy81: Apologies ahead of time if youâre still sore in the morninâŠ
(11:53 PM) puppyprincess12: lol itâs okie i asked for it
(11:55 PM) texandaddy81: Begged for it, more like. Didnât you, doggy?
(11:56 PM) puppyprincess12: yes daddy :((
(11:56 PM) puppyprincess12: fuck dont call me that im gonna get wet again :((
(11:58 PM) texandaddy81: Sorry, sweetheart. Itâs just too easyâŠ
(11:58 PM) texandaddy81: Knew you were gonna be fun to play with.
(12:03 AM) texandaddy81: But Iâll stop. Not because you told me to, just so she donât get all worked up again. Both of you worked plenty hard for me tonight, you and her should get some rest, puppy.
(12:09 AM) texandaddy81: But whaddya say? Can we keep doin this?
(12:14 AM) puppyprincess12: yes please daddy :)
(12:15 AM) texandaddy81: Alright :)
(12:17 AM) texandaddy81: I know I kept you out a good bit past your bedtime, I hope youâve been getting yourself ready for bed while weâve been talkin
(12:19 AM) puppyprincess12: uh huh i have been :) just gotta change into my pjs then iâm ready
(12:23 AM) puppyprincess12: okie iâm in bed now
(12:24 AM) puppyprincess12: thank u so much again for everything daddy i had a rly good time <3
(12:26 AM) texandaddy81: I did too :)
(12:27 AM) texandaddy81: Goodnight, babygirl. Talk to you again tomorrow.
(12:29 AM) texandaddy81: Maybe we can talk about what weâre gonna do next time around ;)
(12:29 AM) texandaddy81: Start dreamin up some ideas for me tonight okay?
(12:30 AM) puppyprincess12: okay daddy i will :D goodnight <3
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könig as a dad [ könig ]
part two | part three
- Past the age of 35, he thinks he is too old to have a kid and heâd never meet anyone to have a kid with
- He gave up on that hope a long time ago⊠until you walked into his life
- No matter how you meet him, you have the conversation about kids pretty early on (you brought it up)
- He said, âMy work stopped me⊠and I never met the right personâŠâ
- âDo you think Iâm the right person?â
- âYouâre the ONLY one Iâve let inâŠâ
- You decided to see what happened with no protection- youâd been tested and he was despite the lack of experience.
- He didnât know how heâd react to you coming to bed that night, facing up at the ceiling beside him, âIâm pregnant,â König just turns to you. His large palm on your stomach, smiling at you.
- König doesnât change during your pregnancy, you still have sex frequently and he remained calm and collected.
- You guys buy an actual house, you can afford it on his wage alone. Outside of the city, four bedrooms (you wondered how many kids he was going to want).
- But he shocks you when he says heâs been working on a project, and a crib is fully built from hand. Heâd been working on it for a while.
- Heâs also into decorating the nursery- had a fond love for wallpapering a gorgeous woodland print on the accent wall.
- König even corresponds the block painting with an shade from the wallpaper (heâs partial to a faded green)
- He is kid proofing things when he needed to for another year- the baby wasnât even born yet.
- This man helps you indulge your food cravings- whether itâs fish fingers and custard or fries and ice cream. Heâs going to the local store and providing.
- Every scan you have, heâs with you and is intimidating the staff unintentionally.
- You donât know if heâs holding your hand constantly for or to help subdue that itching feeling that he needs to get out of the building.
- Heâs framing the ultrasounds, each and every one of them. And he realises very quickly that heâs glad he met you or else heâd never have that experience
- Upset when he misses an appointment with you because of work duties.
- Heâs never gone for too long, not as much as when you started dating.
- He never thought heâd consider retiring from KorTac but realised he needed to provide- despite having quite a lot in savings, he doesnât spend a lot.
- Assures heâs there for labour, he doesnât know how heâs gonna guarantee it but does. Heâd never leave you in such a vulnerable situation on your own.
- I think with most of the COD guys, heâs definitely a girl dad. Being protective.
- Having a son may scare him, he doesnât think heâs a very good role model. Ashamed of himself, no matter the reassurance you give him.
- That fear dissipates meeting his son, it was like looking a mini version of himself.
- This is when the healing starts for König, he adores your son and you remind him that itâs literally half of him.
- The anxiety is still prevalent but it lessened as time goes on.
- Imagine seeing this 6â10â ripped guy with a baby carrier strapped to his chest with his child in the carrier⊠thatâs the image you see everyday when König goes on walks.
- Itâs the only way your son stops crying.
- König hand makes baby food, even is partial to gardening and growing organic fruit and veg for his son. Unlike anything youâve ever seen him like.
- You donât even realise youâre pregnant again- periods not returning to normal from being pregnant.
- Your hubby isnât phased, âAnother member of our little armyâŠâ You cackled, quietly trembling in fear but König knows youâve got this.
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Does anybody want a part 2? Thanks for reading xx
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"You're s'pretty.. will you marry me?"
"Toru.. we've been married for two years..."
Your husband, Gojo Satoru, is a lightweight.
You know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it. Yet for whatever reason he had decided to drink when you'd gone out tonight.
Three shots. It had taken three shots to get here. He's on one knee in the middle of the bar, holding up a shot glass instead of a ring as he attempts to propose to you.
At the mention that you're already married, his big blue eyes light up. He grins. The innocence in his expression is completely at odds with the amount of trouble he's causing you right now.
"Reeeaally?" He chuckles out. "Wow.. m' so lucky!
Without warning, he stands up, suddenly towering over you. He picks you up, twirling you around and almost hitting several bar patrons in the process. You yelp, but his grip on you only tightens.
"Have we had a honeymoon..?" He asks.
"Satoru, put me down-" you start to say, despite the smile on your face.
"Let's go have one right now!"
"Wha-"
You're entirely helpless as the man carries you off, your friends and colleagues all but forgotten. And you most definitely do not know where he's taking you on this supposed honeymoon.
Given the fact that he attempted to propose to you with a shot glass, you're sure this can't be good.
This adventure is short lived however, when he sets you down on the dance floor. Twirling you around. His eyes roam over your figure appreciatevly, pausing on your smile. The expression on his face matches your own.
"Is this our honeymoon?" You ask him.
"Eeeeh? What honeymoon?" He answers, a little too loudly.
Really, Satoru is drunk enough that you should be taking him home. But he's making that almost impossible for you, as his strong arms wrap around you on the dance floor. There isn't much space for you to escape, not with the amount of people here.
So you let him have his fun, indulge him for now. You dance and laugh and let him kiss you in front of everyone. His breath tastes like alcohol and whatever fruity liqueur he's been having, and he smiles against your lips. You're a little tipsy yourself so you don't notice as the hours drift away.
It's much later when you finally drag your mountain of a man home. He's leaning his large body onto yours, swaying back and fourth with every step.
"Come on you" You say "let's get you ready for bed"
"Bed.." He hums. That seems to be the only word he registered, because he lifts you up once again and carries you off to your shared bedroom.
"Toru!" You yelp. "We gotta change- and I have to wash my face-"
It all goes unheard. He pulls you into bed, long limbs wrapping around you, making it impossible to move. He nuzzles against your shoulder, till all you can see is his mess of white hair.
"We'll get the bed dirty.." you complain, even as your hand comes to brush over his undercut. The sensation sends shivers down your husband's spine.
"Love you.. s' very much.. you know that? You're.. my world" He mutters out. His voice is soft, tired, and almost childlike in innocence.
You take a moment to respond, it seems like he's not intent on moving anytime soon. "I know.. I love you too"
"I'm so lucky..." His voice draws out on the last word. And you feel him relaxing with tiredness.
Satoru will most definitely have a headache in the morning. If not because of the alcohol then because he lost his blindfold somewhere at the bar. But you try not to think about that.
Instead, you focus on his soft breaths, and the comfortable weight of having him wrapped around you like this. You wonder how he could be so adorable, even when he's causing this much trouble.
But the trouble is all worth it. It always will be for him.
Credits for the dividers go to @aquazero
The blue manga panels were edited by myself đ«§
Once again thank you so much for reading! This took ages to write because I have 0 motivation at any given time.
I hope you enjoyed đ
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đđïž Five times Aziraphale gave Crowley a gift plus one time Crowley gave a gift in return.
DID YOU KNOW THAT @contritecactite, once again, wrote a VERY GOOD fic about my bad omens spouses??? and it's so wonderfully GOOD???!?!?!!
anywhooo, a very big special thanks again to elle for writing this! it's been just a real treat talking to them and the klapollomb gomens s2 support group about bad omens đ„ș i'm really, really thankful that y'all decided to indulge me and my freakingg swap au wheezes <33
i'm gonna cut myself off here and ramble more under keep reading :0]
like these drawings? they're prints, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!
seeing this get written was an experience! one of the things keeping me alive during prelim exams LOL if i remember correctly, this kind of started bc i was curious if bomens zira would actually have, i guess, a real demon equivalent the way shax (stork), beelzebub (fly), and furfur (deer) do. so i looked up the words 'crow demon' and whaddya know!
a crow demon!! and what's that? "cause Love"?
what a perfect fit for demon!aziraphale! and really, i was only messing around the first time i had the idea of "haha lol wouldn't it be funny if demon aziraphale was a crow", and then bam! all of it started to, surprisingly, fit well together pfttt (special thanks to bepo for being the one to piece it all together wheezes <33) (also, just really thank you all for bouncing ideas with me, it really does make me happy dfgdhjd <3333)
and then elle wrote a little snippet at first (IIRC) and then he just feakign!!!!!!! WOAGH!!!!!!! just, tasty delicious words, a fic that made me kick my feet like i was a schoolgirl while reading the whole thing ASKSKS <333
i'm really happy with all the spot art i drew for this! wanted it to look very uhhh, i wouldn't say storybook, but watercolor illustrations were definitely a huge inspiration! i wanted them to feel as nice and cozy as YOU would feel while reading elle's fic <3
i do gotta thank elle again for making these two fem-presenting when they were at the dowlings' bc then i get to draw butch gardener crowley. do you know how much that means to me? do you know do you do y do you know how m how much that how m b butches butches butches .
and a little bonus, one where crowley did not want to pose for the painting PFTT
i am once again putting the link here if you've scrolled this far down without reading it yet, go! go! go!!! IT'S SO GOOD!!!! <3333
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somno w/ nagi đđđ heâs so spent and exhausted after the longest day of practice, but his body betrays itself as soon as you press back against his tall frame. he ruts into you, breathy in your ear and hard in his boxers, and it doesnât take him long at all, not when you feel so warm and inviting and soft. but itâs alright, he can be motivated by the right things after all â and best believe the way you whimper for him so sweetly does it for him. fully awake now, he will make sure to take proper care of you, just like you always do to him, even when half asleep still :(
*à©đ©ïžâ§âËâ late night lovin' + seishiro nagi.
à«źË¶á” àŒá”˶á synopsis â nagi loves the way you look in his bed late night after practice. but he loves the way you crave him in your sleep even more.
â warnings â please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, heavy smut, established relationship, somnophilia, dry humping, cockwarming, creampies, unprotected!sex, soft dom + pro player!nagi  not beta read ! - fem!reader.
â words â 2.5K.
â notes â thank u for indulging my brain rot, truly love him sm !! also first time writng him pls be kind and im sorry this took so long shbs! - m.listâ©
seishiro nagi hates when practice runs late.
exhaustion settles into his bones far too quick for his liking, listening to feedback from ego and the others feels like a bore and he can hardly feel bothered to grab something to eat with the team on the way home. he just about manages to shower at the stadium before making it back and by the time he doesâ youâre there, in his bed like he wants you to be.
seishiro nagi loves to see you sprawled across his sheets after practice.
heâd given you a key to his place after deciding it was too much of a hassle for you to drive over after his training or for him to come pick you up â it was easier if you could make yourself at home. nagi forgoes turning on the lights as he enters the master bedroom, dropping his duffle bag at the entryway after noticing that youâd fallen asleep. probably while you were waiting for him.
youâre so pretty like this, peaceful, curled up amongst seishiroâs expensive cotton linens and duvet. adorable, wearing one of his older team jerseys â the tops of your perfect pudgy thighs just peeking out from under its material.
slipping into bed behind you is easy for seishiro nagi.
the white-haired striker strips off his gear layer by layer and crawls under the blankets to join you, his bare chest snug against your back and an arm slung over your waist lazily.
your response to his closeness is almost instantaneous, pressing yourself back against nagi and finding comfort in his presence behind you despite not being able to see him in the dark. âseiââ you whimper, soft and needy, the tendrils of sleep still clinging onto you. so cute. nagi thinks youâre so fucking cute. searching for his warmth like this. even while you rest.Â
you like how he smells, he remembers. thatâs why you lean into him like heâs a safety net. why he showers using a body wash with a scent so delicate it could almost be fabric softener and why you wear his clothes whenever you have the chance. the smell of cedarwood and seishiro nagi is comforting to you, especially when heâs away.
not that he minds, not that it necessarily bothers the striker. he likes it, loves to see you bare the very symbol of his passion. the one thing he loves aside from you â soccer.
you visibly relax when he wraps another strong arm around your shoulders and squeezes you close, making you feel small and safe. your pout loses itself in the sleepy babbles that lay on on your lips and crease between your brows fades too.Â
âseiâŠ?â
âshhh, angel. sâjust me,â nagi coos quietly, tucking his face into the back of your neck with his lashes fluttering against it. he just wants to sleep, fall away from the world with you but his body betrays him, annoyingly so. youâre too soft, too warm, to precious for nagi to resist and itâs a little bothersome that he canât help it.
heâs hard before he even knows it, the heavy outline of his dick pressed against your pert assâ your body pulsing to life back into your boyfriendâs grip to get comfortable once more. heâs exhausted too but maybe it would help to fall asleep like thisâ if he wore himself down by grinding into you, dragging his hips back and forth, slow and steady so his erection slides through your cheeks from behind.
seishiroâs breathing gets a little heavier, hot and ragged against your bare skin, his grip on you tighter and his cock weighty and wet behind the fabric of his boxers. over the blood pumping through his ears, as full of adrenaline as it would be on the pitch, he hears you whimper out for him â a sound so sweet that he canât ignore it.
youâve always had some kind of hold over nagi, one that he canât ignore. one that pushes him past his limits. the right thing is always able to motivate him, and the way you mewl out for him in your sleep, your body following his lead in a soft, sensual bump and grind is exactly the kind of thing that drives him forward.
you make things a little easier for him, you always do, stretching a leg forward so nagi has better access to the treasure between your thighs. his reward for working so hard today. ânghâŠs-seiâŠâ you mumble again, back arching into his chest on its own accord when he pulls his chubby cock out, smearing his arousal along your backside and right over the crotch of your panties.
âkeep quiet pretty girl,â the white haired player whispers, as if thereâs anyone around to hear you both. maye its that selfishness thatâs been instilled in him, the ego, per say but he wants to keep you to himself. âiâll take care of it from here, âkay?â
every ounce of you, every sound you make, every twitch and shift of your body to keep up with his. itâs his to keep. youâre his to keep.
and seishiro nagi loves that.
âuh-huh,â youâre awake now but just barely, parting your thighs to make room for your boyfriend while he grinds into the heat of your core with the same energy youâd expect from a dog in rut. âyâso big seiâŠâ you gasp like youâve taken a bullet to the heart when nagiâs seedy tip brushes so deliciously against your clothes and swollen clit â his movements precise yet lax, his breath behind you hot, ragged yet soft as it coasts over your skin.Â
âmm, you can take itâŠâ
âm-more, need more. s-seiâ!â    Â
âsaid to keep quiet, angel.â nagi grunts while his fingers dance up to tap at your lips. âgimme your mouth. câmere.â you part them like a good girl, dazed as you follow nagiâs needy command and let him slide two digits against your tongue, keeping your mouth pacified and full. it would be enough to put you back to sleep if you wanted.
youâre so good even when youâre barely conscious, sucking on nagiâs fingers and letting him have his way with you. heâs getting annoyed, not with you. never with you. thereâs just too many obstacles in his way, too much interfering with reaching his goal and making you feel good.Â
too many layers of clothes, too many blankes and itâs really starting to piss him off.Â
âlift your leg, âm gonna get these clothes out of the way. what a bother.â seishiro pants wetly into the junction between your neck and shoulder. he works a hand between your bodies, not stopping the lazy roll of his hips from behind, and kicks off the blanket. his sweats are to follow, then your shirt is pulled up enough for his large palm to settle on your tummy, just above the hem of your underwear.
nagi lets out a satisfied hum once your panties are off. youâre so wet for someone so tired but pride bristles in his chestâ knowing that only he can get you sticky and soaked like this even when youâre tiptoeing the line between sleeping and being awake.Â
he wastes no more time, running the length of his creamy cock through the slickness of your puffy folds before easing himself past your fluttering entrance â taking him so well and so easily. he stills for a moment, a shudder shooting down his spine because nagi can never quite get used to having your warmth wrapped around him while your cute little cunt drools down his dick.
seishiro plants wet, open mouthed kisses across your shoulders and neck, hooking his arm under your leg before he starts to moveâ revelling in your squeals of pleasure that echo around his fingers. ââmphâŠangel, soâŠt-tight,â the words are stuttered, but drawn out in a low and sexy tone that makes you clench down hard. just catching on nagiâs cockhead each time it pulls out of you.âsânot fair. youâre notâŠfuck, youâre not fair tâme angel.â
even though heâs set the pace, slothully fucking up into your gooey insides, balls tapping lightly at the curve of your assâ you still have an ungodly amount of control over nagi, making his large body curl over yours and reducing him to a sex-crazed mess, a mop of sweaty white hair and muffled moans.Â
he chases your soaked, salacious pussy impulsively, hips twitching up to meet the back and forth of your ownâ bearing down on the spongy spot inside of you that makes you go wild.
the world around you both grows hotter and hotter, nagi practically drooling against your back while his fingertips on his freehand sink into your fleshy thighs to leave their markâ tugging you back onto his dick every time he pulls out, only to sink back in. âfeels good. so warm. keep me inside, pretty girl,â he tells in a dreamy sigh, you and through the fog of your sleep, squeezing around the thickness at nagiâs base where he stretches you open.Â
your boyfriend rewards you with the same treatment, giving you more of what you crave and buries himself up to the hiltâ deep within your velvet walls, smearing precum along your most sensitive spots. you gargle around his fingers, happy but drowsy and force yourself to circle your ass back onto nagiâs cock so that you lose your minds together.
lust sparks between your sweat drenched bodies in the dead of night, accompanied by the symphony of wet slaps and sticky skin on skin. itâs intoxicating how your cunt squelches with every thrust and languid jut from his slender hips. nagi is lazy and loving, desperate and hungry for the prize of your pleasure. Â
âsei. wâna cum,â you bleat, needier and more aroused than before when he finally pulls his digits from your drooling mouth. the white haired striker streaks your viscous salvia across your chin and down the front of your body until he hits the pulsing nub between your ruined pussy lips.
his eyelashes flutter right behind your ear, the strikerâs low moans echoing into them and sending dopamine in a hot rush across your sleepy brain. arousing it. âso soon? just a little longerâŠs-shit⊠âm not there yet.â
truth be told, it wouldnât take much more for nagi to cumâ thereâs too much going on that overwhelms him. the glisten of his cock as it escapes the snugness of your sloppy sex, the way you cry out for him, the mental image of your face that he canât see. how your expression is probably twisted into something so delirious with ecstasy.
he could cream your insides right now, fill you up until itâs leaking out of you, staining your thighs and the sweater of his that you wearâŠbut instead he pulls back the hood of your clitâ circling the rough pad of his thumb into the sensitive little bud just to draw it out. make the night last longer.Â
âo-oh fuck! sei!â your voice is broken and husky, making his skin flush and his dick throb within the embrace of your sluice and addictive walls. youâre barely awake and youâve got the white- haired soccer player fucked out beyond comprehension. âf-faster.âÂ
ânuh-uh, wait fâme angel. please.â if you beg for him any more, especially with that tone, he might burst. give you his load before heâs done toying with you, spreading the filthy mix of your arousals over your clit in the shape of his nameâ with the hopes of bringing you closer to your high. âwanâ you creaminâ on me first. gotta hold it, pretty girl. you can do that fâme, right? f-fuckâŠâ he rambles into the dark.Â
thereâs a burn to backs of your thighs where nagiâs sweatpants have rubbed you raw while he fucks you rawâ his shaft and itâs pretty blue veins coated in a white froth from your tight little hole. but you donât care, youâre too brainless to even think about caringâ babbling your praises, blindly reaching behind you for the dip in your boyfriendâs hips to pull him forward, use it as leverage to fuck you deeper like you want.Â
so youâre groping at him and heâs groping at you, lost in the twilight zoneâfucking languidly against the sheets. the circles on your clit become rougher, tighter just like you do around seishiro who moans loud and proud against your ear, tongue sliding along the skin behind it.Â
itâs all open mouthed mewls and wondering hands, fat droplets of arousal running down your thighs and precum against your weeping slit. youâre both messes, passionate and tired and hungry for what you can take from one another. nagiâs moans grow higher and higher in octave until they nearly rival your own and the way he so ravenously pounds into you starts to falter.
âsei, âm thereâŠt-there!â you warn him through shaky breaths, the coil in your stomach that threatens to unwind setting you on high alert. you feel your impending orgasm burn at your pelvis, tickle your spine and it only spurs nagi onâ rolling his hips just right, cantering into you from behind with his balls soaked in your juices.Â
âyeah, yeahâŠyeahâŠi know. âm gâna cum for you mhm⊠angel. dâya want it? s-say you wanâ it.â whines as if youâll say no to him but doesnât give you the choice. his large, lean body anchors you down on his cock as it bullies itâs way through your blistering hot walls to grind against that one special spot that makes you see stars. seishiro doesnât let up, how can he? when you claw at his ass and his waist and beg him to go deeper.Â
your orgasm breaks the surface first, waves of your sweet nectar gushing from your slick sex so fast it almost forces nagi out of you. you squeal and he chokes on a staggered breath, every ripple of your cunt dragging him by the ankle towards his own high as he fucks you through your own. nagiâs load pours into your ravaged cunt as if the floodgates had been openedâ warm and viscous as it seeps from your puffy folds, painting you in the shade of him.Â
fatigue sinks itâs fangs into seishiro as he grinds the last of his seed into you, making sure it sticksâ shallowly thrusting into you until you both come back down to earth. he loosens hold on you, but only just, the weight of his large frame thrown over you as you catch your breath together.Â
âw-welcome home sei,â you hum, rolling over to face him, smiling as your boyfriend loses the fight to sleep before reaching up to twirl your fingers through his baby hairs. a gesture that always helps him sleep faster, that you always reward him with at the end of a long day. âmissed you.âÂ
âthanks angel, donâ go missinâ me when âm right here.â nagi grumbles, clinging onto you, exhaustedâ if he werenât wrecking your shit mere moments ago. ânow shh, câmere sleep ân with me.â with that, youâre wrapped in his arms, safe and peaceful once again.Â
and thereâs nothing seishiro nagi loves more.
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Pick a Card Reading + MoodBoard
What is your Future Spouse like at their core?
Disclaimers
Readings are for entertainment purposes, so please take with a grain of salt and enjoy!
When I talk about masculine and feminine, I am talking about energy so that can apply to any gender or identity.
When picking a pile, use your intuition, close your eyes, relax and think of the question and then open your eyes and let it be drawn naturally to a pile, repeat as many times as you need to know itâs your pile. Of course you can do it any way you want thatâs just my preferred method!
Now on to the Readings!
Pile 1
A Bit of a Hedonist
3 of Cups, The Devil, The Star, The Lovers
Neptune, 7th House, Sagittarius
Energetic, Spontaneous, Passive, Curious, Charming
Crystal - Amber
Pile One, Your Future Spouse truly at there core craves all the pleasure that life can give them. They may over indulge in anything that can bring them dopamine but I donât think itâs too extreme, more like being addicted to junk food, video games or TV. They give off golden retriever vibes completely! Maybe a bit over excitable but means well! They are going to be ALL OVER YOU! Basically obsessed!!
Pile 2
Eager but Soft
The Sun, Ace of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, 6 of Pentacles
Pluto, Taurus, 11th House
Strategic, Caring, Logical, Smart, Imaginative, Mystical, Introverted
Crystal - Magnesite
Pile Two your Future Spouse is very prosperous! They know what they want and after they figure out a plan of attack, they are on it! At their core even though they have this eager ambition, they enjoy having time to them self to create a plan for how they can achieve everything they want in life. I can see them being done with work and immediately after cuddling you as soon as possible while relaxing, and talking about your day together!
Pile 3
Survived to Tell the Tale
10 of Wands, 2 of Swords, 5 of Pentacles, Knight of Pentacles
Pluto, 11th House, Cancer
Assertive, Reliable, Enthusiastic, Charming, Sociable, Leader, Strategic, Logical
Crystal -Agate
Pile Three your Future Spouse has been through so much and still stands strong and bright! At their core they are unbelievably resilient and have gained incredible wisdom from there hardships! After making it through all that they decided that they want to help other people going through the same stuff, I can even see them being a writer, motivational speaker or mental health influencer anything they can do to make it easier for others! Your FS is a very selfless person and probably also likes volunteer work!
Thank you so much for reading my pick a card I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did making it!đ„°âš
Collages are made by me on Pinterest, but I own none of the photos.
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Hi coco I wanna try putting in a request
Marshall x fem reader
Marshall and reader have a child there 4 or 5 (boy or girl idc ) and marshal and reader are indulging in late night activities (18+) and there child wakes up screaming bc they heard y/n screaming . So they come running knocking on the door to see if sheâs ok .
You donât have to do this kinda a bad idea
Hey ! Thanks for your request ! I love your idea â€ïž. I had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you enjoy reading !
The Monster
Eminem x Reader Fanfiction
Summary : Lily gets scared when she hears Reader screaming during sex. Her and Em need to come up with some explanation.
Tags : Smut - Fluff - Comfort
Warning : SMUT (P in V, use of toys, anal, oral, biting, squirtingâŠ).
Authorâs Note : I decided to use the same characters as in the one shot « One more baby ? » because why not ?
Your daughter was finally in bed, which only meant one thing : it was on. Baby-making time. Ever since you had decided to try for another child, your evenings with Marshall were filled with⊠spirited activities. Your sex life had always been active, but trying for a baby had you ten times hornier than you usually were. Same for your husband. For the past two months, as soon as Lilyâs bedroom lights were out, you couldnât jump on each other fast enough.
Trying for a baby not only made you hornier, it also made you more daring, more creative, much to Marshallâs delight. He was definitely enjoying the many new lingerie sets you had bought, as well as the toys and accessories. Since you had Lily on your own, with IVF, you decided to have as much fun as you could as you tried to give her a sibling. New positions, games, accessories, toys⊠as long as he was cumming inside of you, everything was fair game.
You were ovulating and had been a horny mess since this morning. It didnât help that your dutiful husband had decided to work from home, staying in his grey sweatpants that you found him so sexy in. Days like this, he would usually stay in his home office but, for some reason, he had decided to work in the dining room. You werenât going to complain : at least you got to admire him.
It was the holidays so were taking care of Lily but you couldnât help but throw longing glances at each other. Every time he got a chance, he would tease you, brushing against you, gently squeezing your butt⊠and you got right back at him, leaning and bending forward every time you were in front of him so that he could have a good view of either your ass or your boobs. You felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket.
From Husband â€ïž : Keep on teasing me like this and youâre not walking for the next week.
You flashed him a smile and « accidentally » dropped the pencils you were holding.
- Mommy, did you drop something again ? Lily asked in an annoyed voice.
- I did, baby, you replied as you tried to hide a smile. I guess Iâm really clumsy todayâŠ
- Daddy always says that we should be careful with our things, your daughter reminded you.
- And Daddy is always right, Marshall added with a smirk. I swear, Lily is the only good girl around hereâŠ
You giggled and bent to pick up the pencils as your husband stared at you - or rather at your cleavage that also showed a hint of the lingerie set that was waiting for him. You saw him licking his lips. Obviously, black lace was always a good choice. You forgot where you were and eye-fucked each other for a second before being taken out of your trance by Lily.
- Daddy, will you come and draw with us ? She asked.
- I have work to do, sweetie, he said with a small pout. Iâd love to draw with you but Paul is going to be very unhappy if I donât review these contracts for tomorrow.
- Uncle Paul always gives you work, she complained as she rolled her eyes.
- True, he chuckled. Next time you see him, you tell him he needs to leave Daddy alone, alright ?
- Yes, she said. Youâre my Daddy and I miss drawing with you.
You could see Marshallâs heart melt at these words. He threw a guilty glance at the contracts on the dining room table and you could tell he was tempted to drop everything.
- I really have to work, baby, he said. But if you let me work in peace, I can go quicker and then we can do something together, ok ?
- Ok, she said. Can we make pizza just the two of us tonight ?
- Of course, he said with a smile. We can cook for Mommy. I think sheâs a little too clumsy to be in the kitchen today anyway.
You giggled and took your daughter to the living room to draw for a little bit. As the evening came, Marshall kept his promise and cooked with Lily. Pizza was her favorite thing to make with her Dad. The two of them always made a mess in the kitchen, but it made them so happy that it was worth it. When it was time for bed, she insisted that Marshall be the one to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story. She was clearly in her « Dad phase » and he was her favorite parent. Youâd read it was normal so you didnât worry much. Plus, it was fair : he was working a lot lately, so she probably missed him.
You decided to make the most of it and wait for your husband in the bedroom, only wearing your lingerie and high heels. With a 5 year-old, you didnât wear your heels too much, but you knew how much Marshall loved the sight of your legs when you wore these red bottoms. You were searching for something in a drawer when you heard him enter the bedroom and lock the door. The familiar sound was always arousing to you. It was time to play.
- I have a bone to pick with you, Mrs Mathers, he said playfully in your ear as he stood behind you.
- Do you ? You giggled.
- You drove me crazy all day, he whispered. Time for consequences.
You were about to turn and face him when you felt his hands on the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over the dresser. He got closer to you until you could feel how hard he was. You couldnât help but moan. After all, you had spent the whole day waiting for this moment. Little did he know that you were soaking wet.
- I could take you right here, he whispered in your ear.
- Please, you moaned.
- Not yet, he chuckled. Let me enjoy the view.
He ran his hands on your sides, your back, your legs, spilling kisses all over your body as you stayed in this position, all his to enjoy. He kneeled behind you and kissed your ass cheek before making your lace panties slide off your legs. He kissed your thigh, going higher and higher until you felt him kissing your pussy, from behind. You let out a soft moan as he ran his tongue up and down your slit. He slid a finger inside you, feeling how wet you were.
- For me ? He asked playfully.
- I was actually waiting for someone else, you couldnât help but say.
He stopped and you felt a slap on your butt. Of course you had to run your mouth. It was going to be the death of you. You silently cursed yourself for making him stop what he was doing. You wanted his mouth and fingers back to your pussy, in their rightful place. He got up and whispered in your ear.
- Am I not enough ? He asked teasingly. Do you want more ?
- Marshall, you moaned. Please.
- No, he chuckled. Iâll give you more.
He opened the drawer next to you, where you kept your toys, and got your butt plug. He put it in your mouth, telling you to suck on it. When it was wet enough, he inserted it in you, before resuming his initial position and sliding two fingers inside of your pussy. His tongue worked his magic on your clit and you tried hard not to make too much noise. The sensation of the plug, his fingers and his tongue at the same time was sending you in overdrive. It was delicious. You thought you were about to come in no time but he seemed to have other plans.
- Iâm not done with you yet, baby, he said. You teased me, now itâs my turn to have fun.
He just loved driving you crazy and you knew he got off on seeing you wrestle with your pleasure. Not that you were going to complain, mind you. After years of dating selfish men when it came to sex, Marshall was a breath of fresh air. You knew you had married the right man but, in that moment, you wished he would just pound into you and make you come already. Patience was definitely not your strong suit, and especially not when you were ovulating.
He grabbed your hand and pushed you on the bed, ass up, face down. In no time, he got rid of his clothes and he did not even bother undressing you. He just pushed your panties aside before entering you. His hip thrusts were painfully slow and you knew it was on purpose. However, you were not having it, so you rocked your hips in turn, owing you another slap on the ass. However, he indulged you and started moving faster. He reached for the plug and moved it a bit, causing you to whimper in pleasure. You were on verge of orgasm when he stopped again and laid down on the bed.
- Get on top, he said.
- Youâre killing me, you groaned.
- Told you Iâd get my revenge, he chuckled. Now, get on top before I leave you high and dry.
You were pretty sure he wouldnât do this to you, but you were so needy that you werenât willing to risk it. You were craving for release and he knew it. This gave your husband way too much power over you. He was smirking I when you got on top and lowered yourself on his length, taking all of it. The presence of the plug in your butt maximised the sensations and Marshall felt even bigger than usual. You moaned as you started moving, closing your eyes and chasing your high. Your man seemed to enjoy the sensations, too. He was usually a rather quiet lover but you could hear him whimper.
- God youâre so tight, he moaned.
- Iâm close, you warned.
- Come for me.
Your movements started to become sloppy, much to your frustration. You were on the edge but couldnât quite get there. You looked at Marshall. You didnât have to say a word for him to understand you needed a bit of help.
- I got you, he said.
He reached in your nightstand and grabbed your Satisfyer. He turned it on and put it on your clit. Your bodyâs response was immediate. You were shaking on top of him and your soaked sex was clenching around his. It was so strong that you let out cries of pleasure. Marshall captured your lips in an attempt to shut you up, but to no avail. Your nails were digging in his chest.
- Fuck, he said as you felt him twitch inside of you, his release being imminent.
There were too many sensations at once for you to be able to think straight and control yourself. Every inch of you was stimulated. You let out screams of pleasure as you reached orgasm. You could feel your husband try and cover your mouth but you instinctively bit his hand. He pulled you close to him and your teeth found his shoulder as you kept on having spasms. It felt like never-ending waves of pleasure. You werenât even sure if that lasted seconds of hours. Time and space had become vague concepts. All you could hear were your own sounds.
Your head was buried in Marshallâs neck as you came to your senses, both of you panting.
- Holy shit, you managed to mumble.
You were taken out of your zone by Lily screaming. Parental instinct kicked in and you stared at each other. « On it », Marshall said before hurrying into some clothes and out of the room. You quickly got out of bed and got rid of the sextoys before getting dressed as well. You were about to check on Lily and Marshall when you heard a knock on the door.
- Mommy ? Your husband asked. Can we come in ?
- Yes, you said.
He opened the door and you could see he was carrying Lily who seemed terrified.
- Mommy ! She cried.
- Whatâs wrong, my love ? You asked. Did you have a nightmare ?
- I heard you scream ! Iâm scaredâŠ
You threw a glance at Marshall who was trying to hide a smirk. You never realised you could be this loud.
- Itâs alright, you said as you walked to them and kissed her head. Everythingâs fine, baby.
- Why did you scream, mommy ? She asked nervously.
- I was⊠scared, you said, trying to come up with a quick excuse.
- Of what ?
- Of the monster under the bed, Marshall tentatively explained. But donât worry, I got rid of him.
She looked anxiously at her Dad, who have her a reassuring smile. The mark your teeth had left on his shoulder caught her eye and she looked at him anxiously.
- Did the monster bite you ?! She asked.
- What ? Oh uh⊠yeah, he said. I had to wrestle him. Scratched my chest too. But you should see him. He looks worse.
You let out a giggle. Thank God for his brain and quick thinking. Your daughter looked at you.
- Are you alright Mommy ? Did the monster bite you too ? She asked nervously.
- He didnât, you said reassuringly. Thank God for your Dad. Heâs a hero.
- I am a hero, Marshall said proudly.
Lily hugged him tighter and gave him a peck on the cheek.
- Thank you for saving my Mommy from the monster, she said. Iâm proud of you, Daddy.
- Of course, he said with a big smile. Iâll never let anything happen to Mommy, or to you, or your sisters.
- Mommy⊠did the Monster pee on your bed ? Lily suddenly asked.
Marshall and you glanced at the bed. There was a huge wet spot, caused by a mix of squirt and sweat. You couldnât help but blush. You might have had your most powerful orgasm ever, tonight, but you were definitely paying for it. You were absolutely mortified, while Marshall was trying really hard not to cry from laughter.
- I guess he did, you said sheepishly. Thatâs how scary Dad is.
- Why donât we go downstairs for some water ? Marshall asked Lily. So that Mommy can sort the mess the monster made in bed.
- Yes, you do that and Iâll join you, you said.
- You should also open your window, Mommy. The monster stinks, Lily pointed out.
She wasnât wrong. The room reeked of smells typical of sex : sweat, squirt, pheromones and God knows what else. Marshall chuckled and winked at you before carrying her downstairs. You opened your bedroom window and changed the bedsheets. When you joined them in the kitchen, they were eating ice cream. You frowned, as they both knew what you thought of having sugary snacks before bed.
- Weâre having a celebration, Marshall grinned. Weâre celebrating the defeat of the scary monster under the bed.
- Oh, you giggled. In that case, I wonât say anything.
Lily was sitting on Marshallâs lap. She still seemed a little freaked out. He talked to her reassuringly as she asked some questions.
- I donât want to go back to bed, she whined. What if the monster comes back ?
- I beat him real bad, you know ? He pointed out. I donât think he will be bad anytime soon.
- What if his family comes back for revenge ? She asked nervously.
- Iâll wrestle each and everyone of them, he said. Come, Iâll tuck you in.
As he carried her up the stairs, she started hiccuping again. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you. Her cries were heartbreaking. You were a little mad at yourself for scaring her with your screams. You joined and hugged the two of them.
- Can I sleep with you tonight ? She asked.
- Of course, you said. But just for tonight, ok ?
The three of you settled in bed and you were ready to turn the lights out when she started asking about the scary monster again. Both you and your husband kept on trying to reassure her but it didnât seem to work too well. Marshall sighed and got up. You wondered what he was up to, but you quickly understood as he came back with his huge lightsaber replica from Star Wars, which served as decor in his home office that also doubled as a man cave.
- I thought it was not supposed to be taken from the wall ? Lily pointed out.
- Yeah⊠except in case of monsters, duh, Marshall replied with a grin. If anyone comes in here, I promise you they wonât last long.
Your little girl nodded and settled between you and Marshall. You kissed her forehead as she held your hand tightly. Your husband smiled at you and mouthed « I love you » before turning the lights off.
In the morning, everything was back to normal, though Lily still mentioned the monster. You werenât too sure how to deal with it and you were a bit scared you had unlocked a new trauma⊠you were anxiously staring at Marshall, who proved (once again) to be a quick thinker and the real genius in the house.
- How about we call Lainie and ask her if you can have a sleepover at her house tonight ? He asked Lily.
- Why ? She asked.
- Well, I think Mommy and I should check the whole house for monsters tonight, he said as he winked at you. Just in case, you know ?
Authorâs Note : I hope you enjoyed this short story â€ïž. I really like writing with these characters (I think Marshall and Lily are so cute) so if you have any requests for them, please keep them coming đ.
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a very indulgent exploration of what could've, should've been...
Don't Worry Darling (SPIN-OFF) - Masterlist, Authorâs Notes & Warnings / alternatively, read on wattpad
Part One (word count: 6.2k)
â... Jack? Excuse me, Jack? Is that really you?â
The man reluctantly stopped in his tracks and turned around, recognizing the woman but having forgotten her name. âOh⊠hi there, uhmâŠ?â
âEmma. Itâs Emma. You remember me, right?â
âYeah, youâre, uhm⊠you used to work at the hospitalâŠâ
Emma approached him, noting he wasnât keen on breaching the gap himself. Poor fellow, she thought. He looked a mess. She was surprised sheâd even recognized him. âOh, Iâm still at the hospital! How are you, Jack? You know, weâre all worried about you. Why didnât you take us up on our offer, hm? Weâd have loved to help you any way we could⊠It canât have been easy. Gloria told us she came over once with a home cooked casserole but no one answered the door. She assumed youâd moved. Which is good, we thought. But we couldnât get a hold of you, you mustâve also changed your numberâŠâ
Jack wasnât really making eye contact. His gaze downcast, a hoodie atop of a beanie on his head and an oversized, worn out puffer jacket that almost swallowed him up. He looked very poorly even hidden behind all that. His facial hair unkempt, as was his hair tucked underneath his beanie, seemingly longer strands of it all messy and straw-like peeking out. His glasses loose at his temples. His face was hollow cheeked and she really feared he wasnât looking after himself properly at all. But what really stood out to her was the bouquet of flowers he was carrying.
âYeah⊠I moved out of there. Too many memories.â
âThose were her favourite⊠pink roses,â she mused. âYou miss her so, donât you, Jack? You canât even bear talking to me about her, you poor man, even after all this time⊠What must you be going through⊠do youâ agh. This is so insensible of me to even ask. Forgive me. But if itâs any consolation, us at the hospital havenât given up hope. We still think sheâs out there, somewhere, our AliceâŠâ
Jack cleared his throat and took a step back. âI should get goingâŠâ
âOf course. Do take care of yourself, Jack. And if you ever want to reach out, you know where to find us. Take all the time you need.â
âThank you,...â he stammered a bit, not knowing what else to say. He walked for a while in the wrong direction, just in case the nosy woman decided to follow him.Â
He hadnât moved. That wouldâve been near impossible, and since he managed to dodge the bullet while the police were sniffing around for the longest time, he figured there wasnât any reason to do so anymore. But he couldnât have her know that, which is why he never answered the door to the other woman with the casserole either.Â
After making sure she wasnât following him, he resumed his walk home. He wished he could find some type of work from home. Heâd be saving so much time and money on the commute, plus heâd always be there, which was quite imperative, all things considered.
What if there was a power outage? The one time thatâd happened, thereâd been dire consequences. Consequences he hadnât had to endure. And he simply couldnât allow that to happen again.
There were so many things that could go wrong while he wasnât home.
Plus, if he worked remote he could take on a full shift. As it was, he had to work part-time, which wasnât nearly enough to make ends meet. But the commute and all the prep he had to do were taking up too much time, time he didnât want to waste here.
Finally arriving home, he made sure to secure the front door- the lock and all 3 of the bolts.Â
Checking the computer screen, he only had 40 minutes left. The woman had made him late, what with all the detours he had to make to be sure she wasnât following him.
Canned tuna it was, then. Again. No time for cooking. Not that he had much in the fridge anyway.Â
He always felt antsy between the time he got back home and logging in. He wanted to get everything done and out of the way as soon as possible- cooking, laundry, cleaning (more like tidying up, the apartment was far from clean even by his standards), everything on autopilot, peeking at the computer screen every now and then to make sure he didnât miss his log-in window.
With 20 minutes to spare, that was his que.Â
âOh!â He rushed back to the kitchen to retrieve the flowers, then using the keys that he wore on a chain around his neck for safekeeping, he unbolted yet another set of locks on the bedroom door.Â
There she was.Â
His heart always swelled in his chest seeing her there, safe and sound. Everyday day, without fail, a sigh of relief escaped his lips once he entered the bedroom. Heâd probably never stop worrying while he was away for work.
âDarling, I⊠miss you all the timeâŠâ he hummed the lyrics to a song he used to sing to her often, placing the flowers in a vase by the bed. âGot you flowers, your favourite! Even that pesky Emma from the hospital remembers theyâre your favourite. Youâre so loved, hm? My precious girl.â He sat on the edge of the bed and reached to caress her supple cheek. âBut I love you the most.â
Jack knew he did. Who else would do all this for her? Nobody! He tended after her, emptied out her waste bags as well as checked the respective connecting catheters were secure in place, cleaned her up, all without so much as wrinkling his nose. He replaced the IV, taking note that there was some bruising on that arm so he made sure to switch, he removed her compressive socks and massaged her limbs thoroughly before putting them back on, even made sure to hydrate her lips though she was getting all her nutrients through her IV, hell- he thought of everything. He did it all for her happily, and would do much more if needed.Â
Sheâd done so much for them, too.Â
She still did!
But long gone were the days where heâd see her come home from back to back shifts at the hospital, with barely any time to get some sleep in before she had to head back, all because she had to support the both of them all while paying off her student loans.Â
Medschool was so expensive. Had he met her before heâd have talked her out of that career path. Heâd have talked her out of any career! No. That was his job. He was the caretaker. He was the breadwinner. Itâd been like that since the beginning of time. It was only natural for the man to provide. The fact that sheâd had to for all that time had been killing him, every day that he had to sit at home and wait for her to get back from the hospital only to see her defeated, exhausted, drained beyond belief.Â
Resident doctors were paid shit but strung out to the max. Especially surgeons.Â
Meanwhile, Jack had struggled to find a job for the longest time. Unlike her, he hadnât gone to college, let alone university. His parents couldnât afford it at the time and he knew better than to tie himself up in student loans. Heâd had odd jobs but nothing really ever stuck. He had no real skills, and every entry job demanded some form of higher education nowadays.
Plus, someone had to do house chores, cook and clean. And they couldnât afford help.Â
Itâd been eating him up inside. It was all backwards!Â
All up until heâd met someone online and got to talking over a game of World of Warcraft. This guy swore up and down about this dark web programme heâd found, but it was all very hush-hush, and Jack had to put in some serious gameplay time until he managed to extricate the info out of him.
The guy was very paranoid about telling him and even used a code system for what to look up. Jack took the lead and before long, he fell down the rabbit hole of what he now knew to be the Victory Project.
He got so immersed trying to digest all this new info being thrown his way all of a sudden that he nearly got caught listening to one of the podcasts when sheâd gotten home from the hospital one day. Heâd even forgotten to call the plumber. Boy- had that pissed her off.
She was already on edge all the time. Never had any time for him anyway- but if she got upset over silly little things she shut him out completely.Â
He felt emasculated. Rejected. Reduced to a housewife.
Jack smirked to himself, as he tended to her whilst pondering all that. Securing the straps back around her wrists he mused at how things had changed. âI fixed it for us, I told you I would. Now youâre the one whoâs waiting for me just as we speak. And I donât even come home to you in scrubs, do I? No, I come home to you all handsome, suit and tie and ready to get my fill of you. Never too tired for you, am I darling? Youâre such a great cook, god knows my mouth waters just thinking of all youâve slaved over for us to feast on, but all I wanna do is feast on you instead. Arenât you lucky?â
Jack watched her expressionless eyes for a moment as if waiting for her to answer him back, and promptly remembered to apply her eye drops, noticing they looked extra blood-shot than normal. He then finally got comfy in bed next to her. He couldnât wait a moment longer. He was hard already just in anticipation of the way sheâd excitedly open the door for him. The door to their lavish home, and their extravagant life together that heâd earned for the two of them. Him.Â
He fixed the device around his own eyes and turned it on, taking her hand in his.Â
âWelcome to the Victory Project. There are currently 72 active users.â
Nothing beat this. The pleasant, warm afternoon air sweeping through his perfectly coiffed hair as he rushed to get home to her from the Victory Headquarters. Here, the weather was always perfect⊠whereas, in the apartment, he had to keep the heating on a lower setting, the bill was ridiculous during the colder months. He always had to wear layers and layers, but not in the bedroom- no, he kept a radiator in there. All for her. He had to switch it off for safety reasons while he was away at work but it wasnât like she was aware of her surroundings anyway! All the more reasons why he had to find something remote so he could work from home and clear up all these little things that bugged him about the whole arrangement.Â
But he didnât want to think about all that, not while he was here. No, here, those problems didnât exist. This was his preferred reality, this was what he chose to believe was real. All the rest was just a means to an end.
He could feel all his exhaustment leave his body the closer he got to the house. He seldom wondered why she couldnât have done the same for him coming back from the hospital. Why she couldnât just leave all that baggage at the door and be glad to be home, back to him, where he waited for her like a lovesick puppy with separation anxiety.
He knew the answer to that now, of course, and that was all Frankâs merit- the brain behind this whole thing. Heâd listened to his podcasts for a long while before he enrolled into the program. There was no way she could ever respect him within their given dynamic at the time. The roles were reversed and she couldnât allow herself to be a woman to her man.
Heâd fixed it, though, and boy, had Frank been right.
Every day, without fail, he knocked on the door coming home from work and there she was- all smiles and carefree and so eager to please him, in any way he saw fit. All because she respected him now. He was the man of the house, he was the breadwinner, he put a roof over her head, he got her all her little heart desired and kept her satisfied and happy.Â
Which is why when nobody answered the door he was a bit taken aback.
Using his key that heâd rarely ever had to use himself to unlock the door, he let himself in and carefully inspected the silent house.
He knew, realistically, that there was no way something couldâve gone wrong- there was no crime in Victory. No one had broken into their home. But still, he searched the house tentatively. âAlice?â
Everything was spotless, and most striking of all, he couldnât smell a trace of the homecooked meal heâd so been looking forward to. That tuna was enough to sustain his physical body, but not his large appetite.
Reaching the bedroom, he furrowed his brows with worry upon finding her⊠sleeping. Passed out on the bed, clad in her street clothes. Sheâd seemingly come back home from town exhausted and mustâve stretched her bones a bit by the looks of it.Â
He contemplated waking her up. Maybe crawling between her thighs and having her gasp awake at the feel of him lapping languidly at her folds. He loved waking her up like that, and she did too. She loved being loved on, and Jack absolutely loved pleasuring her. She was so much more responsive, so much more sensitive to his touch, he could pleasure her over and over for hours on end. Probably âcause of all the practice he was having on a regular basis. And maybe he adjusted some settings regarding his stamina while creating his profile too, but at the end of the day, why not? He did it for her. All of this was for her!
Jack grunted to himself before closing the door to the bedroom so he wouldnât perturb her sleep, deciding last minute to forgo his initial plans. Funny heâd been reminiscing about how things used to be just in time for this to happen all of a sudden.
It mustâve been a glitch in the system or something. This wasnât in line with what heâd designed for themselves. Here, they were never tired, ill or imperfect in any way. Jack made a mental note to look into this after he logged out.
In the meanwhile- heâd never tried his hand at cooking here, where presumably heâd be a lot better at it than he was in reality.Â
Just like with everything else.
*
Alice blinked her eyes awake. She took in her surroundings and hesitantly stood up on the bed in the dark room, letting her sight adjust.Â
How did she get back here? Not here, here. She had an inkling of how sheâd managed that- but back to the house, from the Headquarters. She couldnât remember making the trek back.
Maybe she didnât have to.
Maybe this was the default setting she woke up to everytime after entering⊠the simulation. Because, what else was this if not that?!
How long was she out of it? Judging by the darkness surrounding her, a good few hours. Perking her ears up, she could hear music- so Jack was home too.
She cradled her knees to her chest, trying to let it all sink in. She hadnât had time to properly digest what had happened, in her unconscious state.
Hell, she was surprised she could even remember.
But this explained it⊠explained all the fuzzy deja vu-like flashbacks she kept having. Explained her brain fog and all the things she just couldnât follow through in her train of thought. Explained why she sometimes couldnât account for most of her day until Jack came home from work, almost as if sheâd been on auto-pilot.Â
Explained all the vivid âdreamsâ.Â
They werenât fanciful dreams, idealistic wishes of a progressive feminist world for which sheâd gotten shock therapy at the Victoryâs doctorâs orders.
They were her memories.
Waking up tied down to that bed⊠her own bed, from another life, had been traumatic, but she clearly was still in shock to be so calm about it.Â
She hadnât been calm initially of course- not when she couldnât move her arms or blink her eyes shut.Â
Sheâd managed to slip out of the confines, her wrists weak and frail and barely recognizable, yanking her IV out of her vein by accident- she hadnât even known it was there!, all in an effort to get those things that forced her eyes open off of her face.
Sheâd been hysteric. Tried to muffle her own screams, because she didnât know who was around to hear them. Tried to calm herself down, but the more she noticed, the more she hyperventilated. Like the fact that had both urinary and rectal catheters sticking out of her. Then she noticed how emaciated she looked, almost like she couldnât even recognize her own body. She couldnât feel her limbs, she felt numb and achy all over, bruises all across her skin from sitting still for so long. Her throat was hoarse, she couldnât really scream that loud even if she wanted to.
Sheâd fumbled out of bed and immediately collapsed to the floor. She was too weak to stand, and she prayed she hadnât broken any bones in her fall. She sat there crying in a fetal position for god knows how long, thinking of all the fractures sheâd fixed in the OR, and all her knowledge that had gone to waste.Â
All her life that had gone to waste!
This room, this bedroom- her old life came back to her in a flash, flooding all her senses. It felt like everything was finally clicking into place, and despite how miserable and utterly devastated she felt, it was a relief to finally figure it out.Â
With the way nobody came rushing into the bedroom, she knew she was alone. Unless Jack was at this computer, headphones onâ oh god. She felt her mind split into two trying to reconcile the fact that these two very different men were one and the same!
She was alone strapped to the bed- which could only mean one thing. He wasnât constrained like she was. He hadnât been forced into this. Unless they were being kept separate⊠both victims of this sick mindfuck.Â
Because⊠surelyâ surely Jack couldnât be behind this.
⊠Could he?
Scrambling for the door, determined to get some answers, she reached for the doorknob.
When she couldnât get it to open, she mustered up all her strength to stand up- but still- it was no use. It was locked. And with the way it felt it looked like the door had been tampered with, bolted shut from the outside, not just locked.Â
She was trapped. A prisoner in her own home. She eyed the windows next and even if by some miracle they werenât bolted shut too- she knew she was too weak to try and use the fire escape. Sheâd surely succumb to her death trying to evade. She needed a plan- a better plan.
Her brain was scurrying to come up with something-anything, all the while dry heaving at the sight of her waste bags still attached to her by those catheters and the overall stale smell of the room, but she knew that with how dehydrated she was, vomiting would take her out completely at that point. She head to keep it together, had toâ
Sheâd heard what she recognized to be the front door. Her blood froze in her veins. She didnât know who it was, she had no idea who was behind all this. She had no clue where Jack was, if he even was part of thisâ her heart told her no, he couldnât have, but at this point she had no way of knowing what was real or not, let alone what this all meant.
She couldnât risk being found conscious. She was clearly being kept in a comatose state, treated as one such patient at least, and the fact that sheâd woken up from that induced state was definitely not intended to happen.
She remembered what had happened before she woke up like this- sheâd reached the infamous, off limits Victory Headquarters. Because a plane had crashed in that direction, and the trolley driver didnât believe her nor wanted to take her there!
Sheâd made the trek all the way there⊠itâd taken her ages, in the scorching sun- and finally, finally, sheâd reached the imposing building, in hopes of finding some help or at least some answers at that point!
Next thing she knew, sheâd woken up strapped to this bed. Her bed, in her old bedroom, from her old life that had been stolen away from her!
She needed to gather as much information as possible, and the only way she could do that was to get back into that bed and pretend she never came to.
There was no other way.
She hurried as best she could, barely making it back to the bed, made sure she was laid out in the same outstretched position. By some miracle, the catheters were still in place, their respective bags on the floor by the foot of the bed. The hardest part was fixing whatever that contraption was over her face and around her eyes. It dug deep into her flesh and she remembered to wipe any traces of tears from her face when new ones began rolling down her face. She was surprised her body could even produce them with how parched she felt. She then inserted the needle back into her bruised veinâ which was sure to get infected at this rate, whoever was doing this to her was amateur at best, or they didnât much care to keep her alive. She didnât know which prospect was worse. She slipped her wrists back through the strap loops, hoping it wouldnât be obvious sheâd gotten them a bit loose when she struggled her way out of them.Â
And then sheâd waited. And waited. And waited. All the while a bright red light scanned her eyeballs systematically, no doubt whatever was used to induce her into that trance or whatever it was that created the optimal parameters for the alternate reality to take place. She couldnât even wrap her mind around it. She couldnât even begin to understand how it worked- all she knew was that it was all too real to be just a dream. No. That was a controlled environment. The world simulation came to her again.
Her whole body froze as sheâd heard the lock, then what she counted to be 3 other bolts on the bedroom door. She could only see directly above her, and that barely- but she could hear him when he came in.Â
Smell him, even.Â
And it wasnât the smell of expensive cologne sheâd grown used to, but a more familiar smell. A smell that felt more real, more ingrained in her subconscious- that of clothes heâd dug out of the laundry hamper to wear a few more times when everything else was too dirty even for his own standards, mixed with canned tuna and the faintest amount of deodorant that did nothing to mask the fact that heâd skipped showering for a day or two.
Her heart sank when she heard him hum to himself the song that had been stuck in her mind for ages- the one sheâd been humming herself but couldnât remember where she knew it from. This is where she knew it from. Itâd been their song, in a way, a song heâd made up just for her.
âDarling, I⊠miss you all the time⊠Got you flowers, your favourite! Even that pesky Emma from the hospital remembers theyâre your favourite. Youâre so loved, hm? My precious girl.â She felt him sit on the edge of the bed and tried her best not to flinch when he leaned in to caress her cheek. âBut I love you the most.â
She could feel her eyes well up with tears. Tears she couldnât even blink away.Â
He then started tending to her and she mustered up all of her willpower not to lurch at him when heâd gotten her out of her restraints- she knew she was no match for him, not in her weakened state by any means.
He was doing this to her. It was him! All while declaring his love for her. She felt her heart break into a million pieces, all the while forcing herself not to make any movements and break her cover. Not even when he cleaned her with wet wipes up and checked the catheters, emptying the waste bags. God- she wished she was dead. For a while she zoned out completely, much like rape victims. She just let it happen to her, dissociating from her body completely, mentally checking out.
Heâd eventually poured what mustâve been eyedrops into her sockets and that brought her back to reality. Whatever reality was anymoreâŠ
And then⊠to her utter shock, she felt him get in bed next to her. The familiar clank of the device sheâd placed back onto herself could be heard and she realized he was putting on the same headgear.Â
He was⊠joining her? He was willingly putting himself through this? Sure, he wasnât forced into it against his will, there was nobody strapping himself to the bed, nobody feeding him through an IV and treating him like a comatose patient.
But he was entering the simulation the same way she was. Through that headgear.
Is this what he did everyday while he was âat workâ? Was this the infamously secret Victory Project that she couldnât even ask him about- exiting that alternate reality and coming back here?
She heard him switch it on and then the whole room went dark before a projector of sorts played a familiar black and white scene on the ceiling, above the bed. She felt him interlace his fingers with hers and she was done for- she couldnât fight it. Whatever this was, it was working fast, making her slip into unconsciousness almost immediately.
Followed directly after by her waking up in her other bedroom. Unrestrained. Nothing to force her eyes open. Clean. Rejuvenated even.
But scared shitless.
Traumatised.
Heartbroken.
She didnât know how long she stood there, trying to make sense of it all in the darkness. Thankful to be able to move freely, thankful to feel like her old self, but well aware that it was all an illusion, that her real self was held hostage somewhere god knows where. Helpless, frail and alone.
She felt conflicted. Why was he doing this?! Why had he done this to her? Sheâd heard him say he loved her most. Heard heâd brought her flowers, even though she couldnât even see them. Felt him tend to her, he was doing a lousy job at it but was keeping her alive and she could tell he was trying his best, being gentle, careful, thoughtful even when the reality was he didnât have to. Not when, for all he knew, she was unconscious.Â
This was insanity.Â
There was no other explanation. No other justification. She understood the nuances- could see why this was- on paper- a better life. But it was fake! And most of all, it wasnât her choice!
Sheâd been forced into it, against her will, without her even being aware of it! Her life had been robbed away from her. Her family, her friends, her hard work. The only common denominator⊠was Jack.
She didnât know how to go about it, but if there was any chance of her escaping, she had to play dumb and pretend she knew nothing.
She wasnât sure how she could face him knowing what she did, but she had to. She had to buy time, enough time until she could put her plan into motion.Â
She didnât know if sheâd succeed, but she had to try. She had to. She had to escape, claim her life back, good or bad.
She got off the bed, marvelling at how strong and healthy she felt, as opposed to how sheâd collapsed on the floor in her real body. That alone emboldened her, she had to go face the music.
And face the music she did. Jack had put a record on, blasting it at high volume with little consideration to her being asleep. No surprises there.
But as she approached the kitchen, she took in the sight of him⊠cooking. Or, trying to cook.Â
Apparently, you couldnât tweak everything in this alternate reality. Or maybe he didnât care to fumble with his cooking skills. Because heâd definitely perfected some of his other skillsâ
âYouâre awake!... I didnât have time to set the table.â
âWhatâs going on?â She watched him scurry around the kitchen, trying to do a dozen things at once and failing.Â
âWell, Iâm making you dinner. Now, we were supposed to have five courses. Unfortunately, I think weâre down to about three.âÂ
She took note of the mess, especially the way something was about to catch on fire on the stove.
âThatâ donât look at that. That course is officially off the menu.â
Thatâs when it clicked in her brainâ the fucker had switched up his accent! He had a British accent here! Oh, she could laugh if she didnât feel like murdering him. She reminded herself it wouldnât be the real him sheâd be murdering, though. No, for all she knew if she harmed him in any way here, she might end up trapped inside this simulation forever if her plan failed. Or until her real body died, with no one to tend for it, even as poorly as he was, in the real world.
She had to thread carefully. âWhat happened?â
âI got a little aggressive with the seasoning.â
âHow long have you been home?â
âUh, a few hours.â He proceeded to make even more of a mess in his attempt to jump from one dish to the next. âOkaaay. Nope. Donât look at that. Thatâsâ Okay, so Iâm making that roast, you know the one you made for my birthday? Only with a few changesâŠâ
âI was here when you got here?âÂ
âYeah. Asleep in the bedroom. Do you put carrots in a roast?â
âHow did I get home?â That was a reasonable question. Last thing she knew of this reality was sheâd reached the Headquarters. She needed to know if anyone knew about it.
âTrolley, I think.â
âWait, so he came out and got me?!â
âWho are you talking about?â
âJack, I got off the trolley. I saw a plane crash.â
âAlice, I think I wouldâve heard if there was a plane crash.â
âNo, Jack, I saw itâŠâ
âThey tend to be rather loudâŠâ
â... and I started walkingââ
ââand hard to miss.â
It was dawning on her that she wasnât going to milk any info on this out of him. He was going to pretend the plane never crashed, of course, whatever that even meant for this simulation. Or maybe the plane crashing was only visible to her version of this altered reality. She couldnât know for sure. But he seemed unconcerned otherwise. She didnât think he knew sheâd gone there. She really mustâve re-entered right back into the bedroom, after all, she, along with all the other women, were never meant to go up there, the Headquarters were off-limits.
Meaning that was probably from where the men entered. Since they were the only ones who came and left. The women were probably all bound to their own respective beds back in the real world, they were never meant to leave the simulation. It made sense why sheâd found herself back in the house- where she belonged. And it made sense if that was where the man entered and exited since thatâs where they all allegedly went everyday for âworkâ.
Her heart sank at the realization that it was highly probable that all the other women were victims, just like her. Unless everything and everyone else was a simulation around them.
âHey. Are you okay?â
She tried not to flinch when Jack finally noticed sheâd zoned out whilst trying to process all of this, and touched her shoulder, taking a better look at her.
âNoâŠI donât knowâIâm notâŠâ
Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms. That smell of expensive cologne hit her again, overriding the smell of stale clothes and canned tuna from her recent memory. And his embrace felt so familiar, so comforting, that for a moment she allowed herself to pretend like this was the person she knew to love her. The person she couldnât wait to come back home from work everyday. The person that made her smile and laugh and moan and cry tears of happiness. She knew him well, she loved him with all her heart. And she was reluctant to accept that this man was the same that was keeping her strapped against the bed. Because that was the reality of it.Â
But this version of Jack that was holding her felt so real as wellâŠ
âI had a really weird dream. A really weird dreamâŠâ
âIâm sorry.â
Her heart sank. Was he, sorry? She buried her face deeper into his chest and held her breath, stifling a sob as tears flooded her eyes immediately. She wanted to break down in his arms and ask him why heâd done this. She wanted to give him a chance to explain himself. Wanted for him to somehow, magically, make it all better.
But she knew there was no way for him to do it. There was nothing he could say or do to justify what heâd done to her, even if his intentions didnât seem as evil as they truly were to him.
Because she knew Jack. She knew heâd probably convinced himself somehow that this was the only way out of the miserable life they were living- and be it as it were, it was her life! Heâd had no right to steal it from her like that.Â
âDo you know what weird dreams make me? Hungry.â He fed her a carrot he was holding jokingly then turned her around as she chewed absentmindedly, her mind racing, still taking in the reality of what her life was. Or the alternate reality, more like it.
Jack cupped her face, searching her eyes and declared solemnly, âAlice, I want to be honest with you about something.â
She almost choked on the carrot she was chewing on. Was heâ
âI donât think these mashed potatoes are gonna work.â
She swallowed, a bitter taste in her mouth at her naivete. âThatâs because you need to boil them first, babyâŠâ
âI knew it⊠I knew there was a step missing. Such an idiot,â he smiled bashfully.
She laughed at that. A manic laugh, but he didnât seem to notice. Not at how incompetent he was at such a basic life skill- who the hell tries to mash raw potatoes?!- but at how hopeful sheâd been for a moment there, believing he was about to confess everything just like that, out of the blue.
âLet me put a pot onâŠâ
âNo, no, noââ
âCome on, let meââ
âMake us some drinks. Relax.â He pulled her out of the kitchen and into the lounge, declaring âI am your chef tonight!â
Lord knew she desperately needed a drink at this point, so she sighed heavily, getting to it, when he stopped her in her tracks, âhey!â
âHm?â
âYou love me?â
She swallowed the lump in her throat. She replied like she used to, back in the real world. Something she didnât remember ever doing here, but it just came to her by reflex now that her memory of her past life had come back to her fully. And for some reason that she couldnât explain, she meant it, still. âThe most.â
Jack seemed pleased with her answer, and resumed his âcookingâ. Alice turned to the whiskey bottle and downed two doubles, one after the other.Â
How was she ever going to get free when her stupid heart had meant what she said?
She couldnât allow herself to be fooled by this false reality any longer. Couldnât allow to slip into his arms again and pretend he loved her when this was anything but love.Â
So she waited. Waited until he fell asleep that night (thankfully all the âcookingâ had seemingly tired him out and he didnât try anything)- praying this meant he was truly asleep.
Got dressed, tiptoed out of the house and geared up for a long journey to the Headquarters. She couldnât risk taking the car and waking him or the neighbours up, alerting them with this unusual behaviour. There weren't any trolleys late at night by any means- everyone was sound asleep.
Everyone but her.
She was no longer asleep.
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CW: Pretty much crack headcanons, GN! Reader!! Mentions of the character now being taller than the reader! Slight brat vibes for the reader in Wanderers!
(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Xiao, Wanderer, and Aether!)
đàŒLyney:
Lyney sat up in his bed, stretching his arms out and yawning sleepily. It took him a minute to fully wake up and even then he still felt a little off, but he decided to ignore it. Moving the covers aside and walking slowly into the kitchen to greet you. "Mmm mon amour, good morning~"
You spun around with a smile, "Morning Lyney- LYNEY?!" You dropped your plate of toast, having to tilt you head up just to make eye contact with the magician, it was like he'd become a giant in his sleep! "What in tevyat happened to you?!?! You're so tall!" He stared at you questionably, like he didn't really understand what you were saying, "What do you mean I'm so tall, I'm many things but tall was never one of them."
You hopped over the shards of glass, disregarding it as you stood next to him, raising your hand above your head to measure the new difference in height, "Lyney, you literally have to look down to see me now. You had like, some sort of crazy growth spurt!"
Lyney thought about it for a moment, leaning down so he could kiss your cheek, "Well well well, I'm not complaining then. Though I'm slightly worried about some of the tricks Lynette and I would normally do...CAN I EVEN FIT IN THE MAGIC BOX NOW?? Oh no...oh no!!"
đàŒAlbedo:
Albedo had been staring at himself in the mirror for almost ten minutes at this point, wondering why the angle was different, why his body didn't seem right...he was a scientist, one who delighted in waking up to the usual because his work was always so unusual...but this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Perhaps he was just...crazy? "Love, could you come here for a moment?"
You set down the book you'd been reading and followed after him, stopping dead in your tracks once you saw his figure looming over the bathroom sink..."A-albedo?!" You covered you mouth in shock, your eyes starting at his feet and trailing, up up all way to his hair. "You're so tall...was this one of your experiments??"
"I almost wish it was, but no...I've just had some sort of insane growth spurt apparently. I wonder if anything else has changed besides my height. I'll have to test it.."
"...what else do you think changed Albedo..."
đàŒXiao:
"You're staring again..is it really such a big difference?" Your cheeks blushed as Xiao crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed with your sudden interest in his height, but in your defense...it actually was a big difference. He went from being a short Yaksha to suddenly taller than all the adepti...and it hadn't just affected his height, it was like he felt even more confident in himself as well.
Everyone who walked by averted their gaze as if him being taller meant he was stronger than he had been before...and he seemed to be indulging in it alittle. Glaring at other men who even dared look at you...and intentionally kissing you in front of everyone whenever there was a opportunity... maybe it was just in your head, but it left you finding it hard to look away from him. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare Xiao, you're just-"
"Different...in a good way?" His yellow eyes met yours and for a second you could have sworn he had a small smirk play on his lips..
"Yes...in a good way, in a very good way"
đàŒWanderer:
"Wanderer, shut up!" You stomped your foot down, clearly annoyed with him, though he didn't really seem to care. Ever since he woke up with this whole foot of height over you he hadn't stopped teasing you about it, just leaning over you and watching as your cheeks blushed or grabbing things you couldn't reach and intentionally moving in closer then needed.
"Say that again and I'll make you shut up instead." He shot you a glare under the brim of his hat, his mouth turned up in a thin smirk as he yet again made your heart race. You crossed your arms and turned away from him, why did his height make him even more of a confident ass? "Yeah right."
"Idiot. I'll show you what this new height can do then~"
đàŒAether:
Aether tilted his head to the side like a dumbfounded puppy, listening to you and Paimon as the two of you panicked about his new height, every possible answer only leaving you both more confused. He on the other hand, wasn't really that interested in a why or how, he just wanted to take advantage of his new found height, something he'd wished he'd had not long ago.
"I don't know, but growing that tall over night can't be good right?"
"I don't know Paimon, but it's definitely worrisome-"
"I think it's a good thing..." His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as the two of you turned to face him, "I've always wanted to try something at this height actually..." You raised a eyebrow at him as he stepped closer to you, holding out his hand like he wanted you to take it. He smiled at you softly as you placed your hand in his and then in what seemed like slow motion, he pulled you close to him,his face moving in close to yours as he kissed your lips. Your heart skipped a beat, electricity shooting through your body..."A-aether!"
àŹ(à©*Ëá”Ë)à©* à©âĄâ§âË~Have a nice day!~*â .â â§
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I was reading through parts of Fire & Blood again when I stumbled upon this very interesting paragraph at the end of the dance, on the page Aegon's death is talked of:
I don't know how I hadn't realized this, but Aegon asked to be taken to the sept at the end of his life! Something that seemed to be out of character for this occasion, as hinted at in the text. This was so interesting to meâ why did he decide to go there? Did he truly seek repentance as Septon Eustace suggests? He could have, but that's too easy of an answer.
I couldn't help but draw parallels between this and s1 e09 of the show. Specifically, I thought of the scene in the sept where they find him, hidden away under the very altar his mother used to pray at so often.
Of course, he didn't go there by his own willâ Mysaria's henchmen were the ones to hide him there. But this is a work of fiction we are talking about, of course his presence in the sept still carries narrative weight. He immediately asks to be brought to his mother, did he feel close to her under those candles? Was he thinking of her? How often did she drag him to that very same altar as a child? How often has he knelt there, silently watching his mother pray?
There is also a very intriguing deleted scene from the episode (thank you @darksvster for providing the transcripts); Cole tells Alicent where they found Aegon, she is surprisedâ he had always hated going to the sept.
And then he admits it. He was afraid. This is Aegon at his most vulnerable and honestâ explaining his presence in the sept simply by saying he was afraid. Does he see the sept as a place of comfort, as his mother does? Did he try to feel close to her, or to something else?
This is what it is about at the end of his life, it's not about seeking forgiveness for his sinsâ no, it's about comfort for him. Other passages on the page illustrate this very well.
"A cold wind was blowing [...] the king closed the curtains against the chill." I see this as yet another demonstration of Aegon seeking immediate physical comfort. He didn't get much comfort as a childâ or as an adult, really. The Red Keep was a cold and hard place, not really made to nurture anybody. He makes do with what he has.
The flagon of Arbor Red in his litter, Aegon's favorite wine, underscores his need for familiar comforts even more. Wine acts as a symbol of his indulgences, indulgences that have followed him his entire life. A comfort he could never let go ofâ relying on the escape it provided, relying on it when he was happy, or sad, or angry.
However, this comfort would also be his ultimate undoing. It's kind of poetic, really. He survived dragonfire, he survived the dance, he survived his dragon and his sons. He didn't survive his wine.
Aegon's final moments were apparently spent in a relative tranquility, (as much tranquility you can have in his state, I suppose) closed off from the world in his litter, with his favorite wine by his side. Arbor Red, the same color as the blood on his lips.
#aegon ii targaryen#hotd#house of the dragon#fire and blood#grrm#alicent hightower#my writing#hotd meta#ales.txt#HE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME#words#on comfort#asoiaf#aegonposting
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â the girl with the tattoo (i)
grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader
summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.
warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)
mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but iâll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.
THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!
âSHITTT,â you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.
eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.
you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.
you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.
"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.
"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"
you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"
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âthank you again for driving me,â you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.
âyes, of course. you can call me when youâre done and iâll head over here- mâsorry i canât stay with you.â she replies and exaggerates a frown.
"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."
"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."
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your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something youâd never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.
a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.
you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.
âum, hi. iâm here for my 1:30 appointment.â you state with a smile, youâre suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.
the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, âfor y/n, right? huh, thatâs crazyâŠâ he rubs his chin, â1:30 was like nine minutes ago,â he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think youâre important enough to be late?
as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. âiâm sorry- iâm such an ass but i had to- your file said youâre new clientele so i just had to fuck around.â
âyouâre sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,â you let out a soft laugh.
the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. âyeah, sorry, iâm chris,â he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, ââm not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.â
you nod and smile at the familiar name, âyeah, she was so helpful over the phone.â
âsheâs awesome, i miss her,â he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.
"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."
his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."
"so why'd you...?"
chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, âokay, weâre just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.â you nod in understanding. âkeep it brief, mattâs not big on reading large bodies of text,â chris laughs.
âgot it,â you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasnât hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)
the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo youâd be getting today came.
you go back up to chris once youâre finished.
âcool, follow me weâll set you up with matt.â he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.
chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.
(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.
he doesnât move his position when he looks up at the two of you.
âalright! matt this is y/n,â chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, âfix your face, jackass,â then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, âgood luck y/n, the tatâs gonna look amazing.â
but chris doesnât see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chrisâ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you werenât so nervous.
âthanks,â your voice is a little hoarse as you havenât used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.
âyou can sit down.â he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?
you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.
â''kay, so youâre getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?â he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.
âyeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me thatâs best and saves time for the both of us.â
his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, âyep,â as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.
you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasnât the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokĂ©mon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.
you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.
youâre nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected youâre still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.
âfirst tattoo?â matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.
youâre sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but youâve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.
âyeah, i guess mânervous. i just hope i donât, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just donât know. you know?â
you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). heâs moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.
he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, âare you okay?â is all he asks.
a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope youâre okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?
âyeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.â you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.
âwas just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.â he shrugs. âyou can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. iâm just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.â he explains to you very straight and to the point.
you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.
the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that mattâs hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.
eventually matt speaks to you again, âiâm starting so if youâre feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.â
you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, âno, iâll be fine. thanks though.â
he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before youâre interrupting again, âwait. whatcha listening to?â
heâs suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what heâs doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds thereâs nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. thatâs how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and thatâs how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.
the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, âjust some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "donât start moving.â
you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. itâs a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.
youâre not oblivious to mattâs disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else youâll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. âoh yeah? iâve never listened to him beforeâŠâ
âsurprising. heâs pretty big.â matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.
âmhm. iâve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?â
mattâs eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. âiâm good on that.â he returns to tattooing.
âhuh? you canât share music?â
âi would prefer not to but-â he doesnât even know why heâs continuing to fuel this anymore.
âwhat if i add a pretty,â you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, âpretty please?â
âiâm almost done,â he mumbles the lie.
âmatt?â
he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. heâs met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, âpretty please?â
he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly heâs doing thereâs a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.
once he's back over to you he can tell youâre smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. âthank you, i needed a distraction or something.â
he mumbles an âmhmâ and returns to his work.
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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small âstop.â
when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because âthat shit will get gunky as fuck.â and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.
you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room youâd just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesnât want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, âuh, whatâs your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?â
you donât know why youâre surprised but you are.
you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, âmy tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.â you want to tell him that you hope you didnât annoy him too much but you donât know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.
after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway youâre back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girlâs phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.
when his eyes find your bright expression heâs bouncing back with energy, âhey! iâm assuming it went well?" he asks.
"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.
"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.
you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."
"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.
"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.
chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."
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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.
she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).
"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.
"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."
"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."
"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.
"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"
"mhmm."
"stop.â you smirk, âi mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.
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#this took way too long#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo triplets fan fiction#sturniolo triplets smut#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x you#chris sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo fanfic#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#tattoo matt n yn
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Indulgence: Something Sweeter
Pairing: Halsin x GN!Reader Rating: E (Explicit) 18+, MDNI/NSFW Warnings: Kind of porn without plot, but most of the plot is in the previous section of this. Fingering, oral (m receiving and GN receiving), finger licking/sucking, nipple play, penetrative sex in orifice of your choosing, biting, predator play if you squint really hard. Summary: Halsin has always struggled with indulging in the more pleasurable aspects of life. However, with the shadow curse lifted and your group now on the road to Baldur's Gate, you and Halsin find time to indulge in a bit of fun and a sweet treat before retiring for the evening. Word Count: 12.8K (7.5k of which is smut about 1/3 of the way down) a/n: As usual, this took me significantly longer and ended up much wordier than I had originally anticipated, but that seems to be my thing. I tried my best to keep this as gender neutral as possible and I think I did well with it, but keep in mind that I just self insert my Tav when writing so if there are mentions of a gendered reader, I'm very sorry. Anyway, this is a follow up to another fic I posted a little while ago, but you don't have to read that in order to read this one. This one is main all about the smut, but if you'd like to know the context behind some things as well as the tension build up, you can find the first part linked below! I've written smut before and I've posted a few snippets here and there, but I've never posted an entire fic for it so I'm about to post this and dip out for the night. Thank you so much to everyone that has left love on the first part of this!
Read on AO3 here if you prefer! Part 1 of this fic can be found here. Masterlist
The area surrounding the town Rivington was uncomfortably hot and incessantly muggy, days of rain left the air humid even after the sun had long set below the horizon. Given the heat of the day and the exhaustion that had come with it, you and your party had decided to camp early for the evening, ready to get a good nights rest before arriving in Rivington and ultimately into Baldurâs Gate. The last remaining rays of sunshine had turned a vibrant orange with streaks of gold, giving you barely enough light to see what you were doing without causing injury to yourself.
Sweat lazily rolled down the back of your neck, tickling the hair at the nape as you focused on steading your hand. The sharpened blade of your knife gently sliced through the soft, malleable wax of the honeycomb you were carefully trying to harvest from the beehive hovering above you. You turned your blade slowly as you cut, gently nudging the occasional honeybee out of the way with the tip of your finger as to avoid harming them. You were precariously balanced on the stump of a dead tree that youâd pulled to the hive and wedged between the roots of the tall oak that you stood before.Â
You managed to slice a decent sized chunk of honeycomb from the tree, holding it carefully between your fingers to keep from crushing it as you bent your knees into a squat. You dropped the fresh honeycomb into a glass jar that that sat nestled between your mud covered boots, your fingers clutching the bark with your nails to keep yourself steady. As you stood back up to collect more of the honeycomb, you could hear the ever growing buzz of the bees you were dangerously close to upsetting. You stuck your knife back into the wax, beginning to slice again as you heard a slow stride of footsteps approach.
âAnd how many stings have you collected this evening, my friend?â The deep rumble of Halsinâs voice carried through the silence of the forest. He referenced your run in with a hive of angry bees from a few nights prior, having been stung multiple times in an attempt to get a jar of honey after a strong craving for something sweet. By the end of the night, you wound up sitting cross legged in Halsinâs tent as he meticulously pulled bee stingers from numerous welts across any bit of exposed skin.
âYour humor escapes me sometimes, did you know that?â You asked as you peered over your shoulder, offering a playful smile to Halsin as he joined you, standing by your side as you attempted to balance yourself on your tree stump. Your balance was unfortunately short lived as a bee zipped by your head, making you duck as a reflex. Given that you werenât the most graceful person to walk amongst your group, you quickly lost your footing and starting the quick fall backwards.
Thankfully, like he had done at the pond a few nights prior, Halsin managed to catch you before you left the top of your stump. However, instead of taking him down with you, Halsinâs stance was firm and was able to support your weight. His hands quickly grabbed the back of your thighs, which were at chest level for him because of the height given to you by your makeshift stool, and held you firmly. With a light shove, he pushed you back into your stool and held you until you had regained your footing.
âJust as caution escapes you.â He said as he continued to brace his large hands against the back of your thighs, holding them firmly in his grasp. Your heart fluttered as you felt him pressing against you, clearing your throat before returning your knife to the honeycomb. You sliced another chunk from the hive, dropping the sweet treat into the open jar as Halsin offered it to you, having taken it from between your feet. Satisfied with the fullness of the jar, you cleaned your knife on the rim before sheathing it back against your hip.
âIâll have you know that youâre the only reason Iâm here.â You said as you hopped down from your tree stump, sticking your fingers in your mouth to clean them of any remaining honey.
âIf my memory serves me,â he said as he wiped the rim of the jar with his finger, âI donât believe we declared a winner for that little game of ours. Instead, you toppled into the lake and took me with you.â You chuckled at the thought, remembering night fondly. You had promised each other a jar of fresh honey for whoever could skip a stone the farthest across a lake at your previous camp, but the night had ended with you both in the lake and aching for a kiss. You had longed for more with Halsin even before that fateful night, but since then it had been a burning desire that gnawed at your heart.Â
âWe didnât, but we both know I certainly win that little game. And Iâm afraid weâre running out of time for another chance.â Your eyes remained on his finger, watching as it circled the rim of the jar and cleaned it of any honey that had dribbled down the side.
âIâm afraid it does.â Halsin said softly, a hint of sadness flickering in his voice, suggesting he shared your sentiment. You both stood there quietly, unsure of what to say next or where to take the remainder of the evening.Â
The shine of the leftover honey on Halsinâs forefinger caught your eye, tempting you to take a taste of it for yourself. You eyed the thick droplet of honey that threatened to drip onto the forest floor below, gently biting your lip as you tried to fight back the urge that had suddenly come over you. Unlike Halsin, you always had much less self control over your actions and frequently dove into impulsive thoughts with reckless abandon. With that in mind, you took Halsinâs hand in your own, eyeing the thick, amber colored syrup on his finger for a moment before sticking the entirety of his forefinger into your watering mouth.
They honey was sweet and thick against your tongue, a delightful treat that briefly alleviated the stress of day. Given just how sticky and fresh the honey was, you were unable to quickly clean Halsinâs finger of the substance. Your tongue wrapped around the tip of his finger, swirling the digit briefly before pressing the extremity to the roof of your mouth and suckling gently. Your eyes flicked upwards to meet Halsinâs, holding his stare as you diligently licked and sucked the honey from his finger teasingly slow.Â
Halsinâs heart beat rapidly against his chest, pounding against the inside of his ribcage as he watched and felt every second of your tongue dancing across his skin. Your tongue was soft and wet, caressing every bit of skin you came across with a delicate touch. However, there was a bit of roughness from time to time, the feeling of your tastebuds prickled against him as you continued to lick. With your tongue pressing his finger to the roof of your mouth, you had created a deliciously tight suction around his finger, making it throb in tune with his steadily pounding heart. The suction was strong enough that even if he wanted to, Halsin would have had difficulty removing his finger from your mouth.
Halsin felt the all too familiar of tension of arousal forming in his shoulders and neck as his skin began to grow warm. The promise that you had made to each other for a secluded night away to indulge in each other had yet to come to fruition, something always interrupting the peaceful camp nights to prevent you from sneaking away, and you both were growing restless. You and Halsin had almost made it a game of seeing how worked up you could get the other, all with the hope of the following night to finally be the night where you could drop all responsibilities for a few hours and simply lose each other in kisses and caresses.Â
Halsin was much better at the spoken teasings. His words were able to quickly make your heart flutter and your cheeks flush, leaving you longing for more of his praises and composed flirtations. You, on the other hand, were much more efficient at teasingly soft physical contact; a sweeping brush of your shoulder against his bare arm as you walked your path towards Baldurâs Gate, your thigh just barely touching his own while sitting around the campfire, and even a lingering touch when you happened to brush hands with each other. This, on the other hand, was the most forward youâd been since you had both skipped stones together a few nights prior. You were growing impatient with waiting; you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
After you were certain his finger had been thoroughly cleaned of any remaining bits of honey, you slowly pulled your mouth from him, making sure that when he finally passed through the tight ring of your lips there was a resounding pop. You looked over your work, making sure you were satisfied with the cleanliness youâd offered before letting his hand drop back to his side. He cocked his head at you with a look of disbelief, surprised at your boldness only a few meters from your campmates.
âWhat?â You asked playfully, âIt would be a shame to let it go to waste.â You offered a coy smile to Halsin before turning on your heels, promptly making your way back to camp to join your other companions for the march ahead in the morning, leaving the druid standing under the heavy cloak of the oak tree with a blush on his cheeks and a sudden tightness in his trousers, the jar of honey still in his hand.Â
Halsin was sure that if he didnât act now, a chance of having a night alone with you under the stars would never happen. Tomorrow, you and your team would arrive at Baldurâs Gate, the end of your journey together rapidly approaching each day that passed, and very soon he was certain you would part ways. You had both been waiting for the ideal moment when the camp was asleep and you could slip away together quietly, but the opportunity had yet to present itself. Between attacks from lingering cultists and interruptions from whatever creature lurked in the artifact you carried, a peaceful evening where you could indulge in the other was nearly impossible to come by. Halsin wanted a night with you, desperately, and he was sure you did as well, but if that were to happen it needed to happen now.
You felt Halsinâs hands secure themselves around your waist with a grip that wasnât firm enough to actually hurt, but enough to maneuver you around as he wished. He pressed your back along the rough bark of the tree, far enough away from the still calm beehive that you could no longer hear the faint buzzing of the residents inside. Your foot knocked against the jar of honey he had dropped when he reached for you, leaving it to the ground for now as you came face to face with the druid. Halsinâs pupils had dilated when you looked up to him, noting that the pulse point in his neck was thumping rapidly.
âYou have been teasing me with that touch of yours for days now.â Halsinâs voice was low against your ear, a slight waver to his voice as hot breath that came out in quick pants tickled the hair on your neck. He loomed over you, his forearms braced against the tree as his mouth hung teasingly close to yours. You could see his chest heave with each breath, pressing against the fabric of his camp clothes with each carefully controlled inhale. Despite his usually calm demeanor, you could see the self control beginning to crack and the long suppressed warmth of excitement begin to peek through.Â
âAnd yet,â you whispered, âyouâve done nothing about it.â Halsin cocked his head slightly to one side, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Although you werenât completely incorrect with your statement, he took no offense. You were both aware of the lack of opportune moments that the road to Baldurâs Gate offered since your night together in the woods, so if anything, he took your words as an invitation to finally act on long suppressed impulses.
âThen I believe itâs high time I change that, hmm?â Halsin asked softly, your own heart beginning to increase in speed as the reality of the moment set in. Halsinâs eyes closed as he readied himself to steal the kiss from you that heâd been fantasizing about for weeks now, but you hadnât quite finished in your teasing of the druid just yet. Before his lips could brush yours, you ducked under his arm, rolling against your shoulder until you pushed off the tree and out from under his frame before flitting around to the opposite side.
Halsinâs head lifted, a quizzical look crossing his face as his gaze followed the path you had taken around the tree, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of you. He kept this hand along the bark of the tree, dragging it along as he walked around, surprised to see that you had seemingly disappeared. Although you were not as sneaky as some of your other campmates, you were light on your feet compared to Halsin, giving you an advantage in the game you had started.Â
With his attention still focused on finding you at some point along the tree, you had managed to quietly slip around the whole of the oak, quietly stepping behind the druid. You ran the tips of your fingers lightly against the top of his hand, noting how the hair on his arm prickled at your touch. Halsin swung his body in the direction you had come from, his heart rate picking up when he realized you were teasing him even more. He was met with another empty space, finding that you had vanished yet again. Taking a few steps forward, Halsin creeped along the tree the best he could, hoping to find out on the other side.
A tingle ran up his spine when he felt your nails lightly scratch over his lower back through his tunic, a low growl coming from his lips as he quickly reached one of his large arms behind him in an attempt to grab your arm before you could scurry away again. However, you had evaded him once more, leaving him to begin his hunt around the tree yet again. Halsinâs ears perked and his gaze flicked to a nearby tree at the sound of a soft whistle, smirking to himself when his gaze finally landed on you. You had managed to dart to a tree further in the woods, lazily leaning against the trunk as you waited for him to follow.Â
Halsinâs fingers lingered on the tree as he stepped away, slowly approaching you in your new spot. Your eyes fell to his hips, entranced with the way they swung with his distinctive gait. His manner of walking was always something that grabbed your attention, having learned early on that there were a few traits from the bear that bled into Halsinâs day-to-day life and his walking pace was certainly one of them. As he stepped closer to you, your eyes traveled up from his waist and met his eyes, which were filled with an equal mixture of lust and excitement. When he finally made his way, Halsin reached for you with a hand that trembled ever so lightly with excitement.
Before his hand could make contact with you, you had taken a step back and disappeared behind a tree once again, clearly set on continuing your little game. You both quickly fell into a rhythm of teasing touches and quick darts to the next tree. As much as you enjoyed simply teasing the usually calm man reaching out for you, you had other reasons. You wanted to get far enough away from camp so you could indulge in a bit of privacy if things processed the way you expected, not wanting to be disturbed by a feathered companion or someone coming to investigate any peculiar noises emanating from a bit of shrubbery. Â
You twirled and weaved your way deeper into the forest, the sounds clanking pots and laughter filled conversations from camp were slowly dying down, gradually replaced with the soft, lulling sounds of a warm night. The approaching silence made it much harder for you to scamper away undetected, allowing for a few close calls of being caught in the large hands of the druid steadily pursuing you. Admittedly, this only added to the excitement of the evening. Something about narrowly escaping from a man who spent a large portion of his time as a predator stirred something in your abdomen, leaving you with a light tingle at the thought.
Your game continued for quite some time with you leading Halsin further and further into the forest. By the time you had reached a large willow tree seated by the edge of another pond, you were satisfied with your distance from camp. You pressed your back along the trunk of the tree, allowing yourself a quick moment of rest while you listened for the footsteps that had been following you. However, you were only met with silence. You heard or saw nothing from Halsin, realizing now that you were no longer in control of your little game.
With your back to the water you peered around the trunk of the willow, curiously looking for any signs for the elf that had previously been hot on your trail. You found no signs of Halsin, beginning to think you had potentially left him behind a few trees back. The forest was peacefully quiet, save for the choir of crickets chirping in the distant grass and the occasional croak of frogs somewhere closer to the water. You stepped slowly and quietly around the edge of the tree, your breath leaving your mouth with silent exhales so you could keep yourself hidden in the darkness that now surrounded the area, the sun having set quite some time ago. The forest was seemingly empty as you circled the tree in its entirety, still stepping lightly as you began to leave the willow so you could circle back along the path youâd come from.
A firm set of hand suddenly gripped you firmly by your waist, much rougher than before, pulling you back suddenly and pressing you against the willow with enough force to cause a soft grunt to escape your lips. Halsinâs body was now pressed against yours, holding you securely to the tree. He quickly pressed his knee between your legs, rubbing against your inner thighs and effectively keeping you in place. You gasped lightly at the contact, the feeling of his body against yours after so many nights of teasing and yearning had set your limbs ablaze. And, given the feeling of something warm and quite firm pressing into your leg, you could only assume he felt the same.Â
âYou should change up your pattern next time, my friend,â he said softly, âitâs easy to learn.â His hand came to rest at the base of your throat, his thumb gently caressing the top of your collar bone as the rest of his fingers grazed the back of your neck.
âClever bear.â You said with a slight chuckle, your voice tapering to just barely a whisper. Your own hands came to rest lightly against his biceps.Â
When Halsinâs lips finally met yours, he let out a soft moan as his eyes closed, losing himself in your embrace. Your lips were soft against his, gentle and caring and everything he had dreamed about. Halsin had longed for your touch and ached to feel your lips against his, often thinking about their taste and feel while alone in his tent. He could feel a raging heat rise along his neck and into his face, even reaching to his ears after a moment. His hand left the softness of your neck, instead replacing it with the roughness of the bark behind you. His nails dug into the tree, trying to find something to distract him from the call of the beast that was beckoning him close to the edge of losing composure.
âYouâve been eating honey, havenât you?â You asked between kisses, picking up on the faintest taste of honey as your tongue darted across his lips, âI can still taste it on your lips.âÂ
âI have, but I've made sure to save some for another night. I want to know what it tastes like on your tongue and on your skin.â Halsin rasped, âBut tonight, I want to taste something sweeter.â You shuttered at his response, tightening your grip on his arms firmly as you felt his tongue swirl against yours, taking your breath from you with each passing second.
With his hands placed securely along your hips once more, the druid pulled you away from the tree heâd pressed you against, lips still heavy on yours as he led you to a pretty patch of grass by the waterside. You followed him blindly, trusting in him completely as your fingers began tugging at the ties on the front of his camp clothes. Halsin smiled against your lips, thoroughly pleased by your enthusiasm as he followed suit and slid his hands underneath your own shirt. His hands caressing and stroking your bare skin under your shirt caused you to shiver and a tingle to settle in your cheeks. Halsinâs touch was slow and gentle, allowing him to truly take the time to appreciate the feel of your supple skin against his hands.
Halsin pulled your tunic over your head, tossing it to the side before returning his hands to your body, focusing his attention on working pulling open the ties to your trousers. Despite the looming size of his hands, his fingers were fast and nimble as they loosened your laces just enough to allow your trousers to easily slide down your legs along with the remnants of your small clothes. Your boots were kicked off somewhere between Halsin pulling your trouser ties open and the same trousers colliding with the ground, although in the heat of the moment you couldnât recall exactly when.Â
You, however, were not as skilled in freeing the druid from the confines of his camp clothes, unsure of what tie opened which flap and just where the seam of his trousers started. Halsin chuckled softly, finding the confidence you had carried all evening quickly leaving as you struggled with his clothing. Being merciful, and a bit impatient, Halsin stripped himself of his garments, tossing them along with yours off to the side, his sandals having long been flung in different directions.Â
Halsin took a step back from you, both hands still holding yours as he simply observed your naked form standing before him. You were breathtaking and beautiful, more than he could have possibly imagined in those long, lonely nights in his tent, and imagine he did. A warmth spread to you chest as he drank in your body, suddenly feeling shy by being bared in full to him. You took the time to observe him as well, more than impressed with the man that stood before you. Simply given the size of his arms, you knew he was muscular and well built, but it was different when actually seeing him in person.
With a gentle tug you were pulled towards him, your chest pressing against his as Halsin kissed you again. He groaned softly into your mouth, his eyes sliding closed as his hands roamed along your back and sides, lightly squeezing as he felt you beneath his fingertips. Your own hands traveled along his chest and arms, feeling the definition of muscles from years of fighting and roaming, but you could help but noticed just how warm his skin was. He always ran on the warmer side from what you could tell, but now he was almost hot to the touch.
He pushed away from you suddenly, arching forwards as an all too familiar heat rose in his chest. You took a step back, unsure of what was going through his mind as you watched Halsin grit his teeth, a light snarl and plea to Silvanus for guidance. It didnât take long for you to figure out what was happening as you watched him fall to all fours, erupting in a familiar flash of golden light. The hulking frame of the elf was soon replaced with one of a cave bear, panting with heated breath and emitting rumbling growls. You knelt to the ground, knees touching the tender grass as your eyes remained fixed on the bear before you, your hand reaching out slowly to try to make contact. Your hand brushed against his wet nose, which was still blowing out warm breath with each pant.Â
âItâs all right,â you said softly, âyouâre all right.â Your hand slowly moved to the snout of the bear, your fingers running through the coarse fur in an attempt to calm him down. It took some time, but soon enough the frantic breathing of the cave bear finally calmed and settled into a steady rhythm. Before long, the bear erupted into another flash of light, leaving Halsin before you once again.
âI-Iâm sorry,â Halsin stammered, âthe beast is difficult to control at times, especially if blood runs hot. I lose myself and it takes over. Forgive me, please, the urges are just too strong at timesâ Halsin remained low to the ground, leaning on one knee with his back still hunched. His palms were facing you and his hands had the slightest of trembles. His mind raced as he knelt before you, emotions swirling and settling in his chest, cursing himself for allowing all control to be lost in such an important moment.Â
âHalsin,â you said softly as you reached out again and placed a hand over his chest, âdonât ever apologize for that. Itâs not a beast and neither are you.â His chest was unbelievably warm, but had cooled slightly, and his heart beat frantically against his chest. It was more than just arousal that caused the reaction in his body; it was fear. You glanced to his face and saw nothing but a mixture of panic and regret. Your heart ached at the sight, having never seen the strong man reduced to genuine fear in front of you.
âItâs in your nature. You of all people should know that.â You moved your hand from his chest and rested along his cheek, cupping it softly in your hand, âDonât ever feel ashamed and donât hold yourself back on my account.â His hands once again made purchase on your hips and pulled you closer to him, much lighter than before, as if he was afraid that touching you would change your mind.
âAnd, if Iâm being honest,â you continued, âI quite like the bear.â You saw his eyebrows knit together slightly, head cocking to the side before he spoke again.
âThe bear?â He said with a bit of hesitation, âYouâŠlike it?â You smiled with a slight chuckle. The back of your fingers softly caressed his cheek, feeling the roughness of his skin against yours as you tried to soothe any worry that lingered in his mind.
âI do,â you said softly, âbut Iâll indulge the bear another night. Tonight, let me indulge in you.â
Halsinâs lips were on you before you could barely get your words out, hungry and firm against your own. His hands cupped your face, pulling you as close as possible to him as he took your breath away. With his lips to yours and your words still echoing in his ears, Halsin relaxed, feeling safe to be himself around you. You accepted him the way he was, even with a seeming lack of control at times, and it was almost euphoric. The weight of shame and guilt having been lifted with your words and soft touch. It wasnât long before one of his hands cradled the back of your head and the accompanying arm ran down the length of you back. He used this position to gently lower you onto the grass below, quickly topping you with his own frame.
The grass was soft against your bare skin, the blades tickling your back as you felt Halsin settle above you. The druidâs hips settled between your parted legs as the length of his body rested just above your own, lightly grazing when either of you moved. Your hands ran along the expanse of his bare chest and shoulders as his lips met yours, his large arms resting by your head. You felt Halsinâs fingers weave their way through your hair, softly scratching at your scalp as he took his time exploring your lips. It wasnât long before he deepened the kiss, moaning against your lips as his tongue asked for them to part. You happily obliged, letting his tongue easily slip into your mouth and explore to his hearts content. One of his hands left the tangle of your hair, settling along your cheek and jaw. Halsinâs thumb tugged at your lower lip, keeping your lips parted ever so slightly for better access.Â
After some time, Halsinâs lips left your own and slowly moved towards your jaw, giving you the chance to catch your breath as he focused his tongue on other areas of your body. There was no rush or sense of urgency in his movements as Halsin kissed his way down the column of your throat, simply enjoying and relishing the moment heâd been waiting to share with you for so long now. Your skin was warm from the night air and the blush that had started to grace your skin, radiating against Halsinâs cheeks as he pressed soft kisses against you. He suckled gently against the tender skin of your pulse point, feeling the steady pounding of your heart beneath his lips until a light bruise had formed before moving to your collar bones.
You heard a gentle growl come from Halsin as he kissed your sternum and felt the soft placement of tongue tickling your skin before his lips followed suit. His movements were slow and gentle as he made his way lower, fully content with savoring every moment of you underneath him. He loved the subtle reactions your body gave when he kissed and licked a new spot, taking note of what you favored. The way your heartbeat quickened as his hands traveled lower along your body, how your fingernails would brush against his shoulders and lightly scratch as his own teeth would graze your skin, and the quiet sighs that would escape your parted lips when he found a particularly sensitive bit of skin; all of it a symphony to the druid that was slowly losing himself in you. Â
A shaky moan broke the quiet serenity of the forest when you felt Halsin latch on to your nipple, taking the hardened bud between his teeth and giving the lightest of bites before soothing it with another kiss. Your back arched off the softened patch of grass and lightly into the air as your head rolled to the side, more gasps and sighs spilling from your lips the more Halsin serviced your nipple. You felt his hand slowly slide from your ribcage to the arch of your back, pressing you closer to his own frame all while caressing your sweat slicked skin. It wasnât long before he switched sides, your body tingling at the ministrations of his teeth and tongue against your sensitive skin. Your eyes closed as your hands explored what you could reach of his upper body, eventually coming to rest along the top of his head.
Your fingers brushed along the tips of his ears as you explored his body, which earned you a sharp bite to your now swollen nipple and a tightening grip along your waist. Your eyes reopened and looked down the expanse of your body, admiring the glistening of kiss marks in the moonlight against your skin. Halsinâs eyes were focused on your features, meeting your eyes with a lustfully clouded gaze. You bit your lip with a devious smile, realizing just how much the faintest touch against his ears had excited him. With a slightly firmer touch, you ran your fingers along his ears once again, letting your nails graze ever so slightly. Halsin responded to the touch with a low moan and giving an involuntary thrust against the ground.
The druid continued his descent downwards at a slightly faster pace, having been spurred on by the teasing to the tips of his ears. He continued to hold your gaze as he kissed down your body, feeling the rise and fall of your stomach as you inhaled deeply and released with each shaky breath. His hands grasped your hips, softly squeezing and caressing the soft flesh there as his mouth finally reached that lovely spot that rested at the apex of your thighs. Halsin planted gentle, loving kisses to the sensitive skin surrounding your entrance, teasing you ever so slightly as he took his time in exploring your most secret of places.Â
Your thighs instinctively wanted to close and press themselves against Halsinâs head as he teased and tasted you, wanting to keep him there as long as possible. Your hips rolled under his touch and your back arched further, desperate for his contact on your most sensitive spot. You felt him chuckle against your skin, causing a deliciously sensational warmth to begin to pool in your lower abdomen. His hands traveled from your hips to your outer thighs, caressing and grazing with his fingertips as his lips found the velvety soft skin of your inner thighs. After a few more kisses and even a light bite to the soft skin, Halsinâs hands gently pried your lightly trembling thighs from the sides of his skull, pulling them wide until they were kissed by the grass beneath your body. He kept them open by resting his heavy arms on your thighs, giving his hands the opportunity to focus on more important matters. Halsin teased your entrance with a finger and tongue, lingering for just a moment before finally granting you the satisfaction of slipping inside.
âHalsinâŠâ His name slipped from your lips as nothing more than a whisper as you felt him taste you, the bulk of your breath having been taken away when he first teased your entrance. Your hands desperately searched for any part of your lover to cling to, but given just how high the arch had gotten in your back, you were struggling to make purchase. You settled for winding your fingers in the grass beside you, pulling and tugging at the tender blades until they ripped and you needed to find more.Â
Halsin glanced up to you, his mouth and tongue still working their magic on your body as he added a second finger, curling at just the right spot to make your body quiver in bliss. He smiled as best he could at your expression, considering that his lips were occupied. Although pride was not something the druid typically felt, it coursed through him as he watched your mouth open and close with soft gasps and the way your eyes knitted together tightly in time with each exhale. Watching you, the normally well put together leader of the group of misfits heâd so eagerly joined, melt into a puddle of whimpers and moans by his touch was enough to make his already painfully hardened cock throb and weep at your image.
Your back rose and fell with each roll of your hips against his teasing, surging with pleasure with each swipe of his tongue as you flitted closer and closer to the blissful edge of release. You felt teeth, tongue, lips, and fingers; anything and everything Halsin could use at his disposal to bring you to your first release of the evening. He held his hand along your abdomen, slowly sliding up towards your chest so he could feel as much you beneath him as possible. Halsin wanted to feel you writhe and squirm under his touch and wanted nothing more than to feel the shakes and convulsions your body would offer when you finally reached your orgasm. You quickly released your grip on the grass youâd ripped out by the root, replacing the handful of foliage with Halsinâs own hand. Fingers were soon intertwined and you held to him tightly, your knuckles turning white as the contact grounded you and allowed you to focus on the tightening coil deep in your belly. Each exhale turned into a breathy moan that only increased in volume as Halsin intensified his efforts, determined to swiftly bring you the release you desperately wanted with a flick of his tongue.Â
Your legs began to tremble under Halsinâs arms as he brought you closer to the edge, heat surging in your abdomen as your muscles along your thighs began to tighten. A sudden rush of warmth and indescribable satisfaction washed over your quaking body, jolts of pleasure fired through your muscles as you finally broke the barrier. The sensation made your mind cloud as you rode our your orgasm, still feeling Halsinâs tongue and lips tending to your sex. Your eyes closed as the final waves washed over your body, your breath coming in deep inhales as the feeling subsided much too quickly for your liking. The feeling was euphoric, but you wanted more.
Halsin kissed up along your body quickly, leaving your tingling lower half to bring his face to meet yours once again. Your mind still reeled from your orgasm as you felt his lips against your heaving body. Halsin kissed you gently on your cheek, brushing stray strands of hair from your face as you continued to come down from your peak. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as you tried to regulate your breathing once again. His skin was warm under your touch, the lightest layer of sweat forming along his back from the heat of the night air. Halsin kissed along your jaw until he pressed his lips against yours once again, tender and soft when compared to frantic movements just moments ago.Â
âMore?â He asked after breaking from your lips, taking the time to wipe a bead of sweat from your brow as your eyes finally opened for him.
âMore.â You said with a nod between pants, your body still trying to regain some sense of composure from the feeling you just experienced. Halsinâs mouth returned to your skin at your words, licking and sucking along your neck as he waited for you to settle once more. Your skin was pleasantly warm, a combination of the heat of the night and your exertion having caused the change in your body temperature. He adored the blush that had settled on the apples of your cheeks and poured onto your neck and along your chest, the sense of pride returning to him as he admired the state of your body all due to his touch. Halsin could still taste you on his lips as it mingled with the sweat from your neck, finding the taste to be almost intoxicating.
Halsin was still lazily planting wet kisses along your body, tasting as much of you as he could as he moved to your chest. When you felt strong enough to move again, your hands and fingers ran along his neck and shoulders, feeling the definition of the muscles that lay just beneath your fingers. Years of roaming nature had toughened his skin thanks to the touch of the sun, but in your exploration you had found a few spots still supple. You traced behind his ears and along the back of his neck, feeling his skin prickle and twitch under your touch and you found yourself wanting to feel more. Given that he was distracted, you took the opportunity to have the upper hand. You playfully shoved Halsinâs shoulder from you until you had the druid pressed onto his back in the grass with a surprised grunt, throwing your leg over his hips until you had him straddled.Â
âI believe youâre stronger than you let on, my friend.â Halsin said with a sly grin, impressed at the swiftness of your movements given your previous orgasm.
âI am when I need to be.â You said softly, adjusting your position in his lap as Halsin sat up just slightly, leaning back to place his weight along his forearms. He simply enjoyed watching you above him, seated ever so nicely in his lap as you took your time exploring with your fingers. Your chest was still heaving slightly from your orgasm just moments prior and the druid had his eyes glued to your form, drinking you in and memorizing every dip, curve, and blemish that adorned your body. With the soft light of the moon behind you, illuminating you in a glowing halo, he watched as a bead of sweat rolled from the side of your neck, lazily rolling over your collar ones and onto your chest before getting lost somewhere in the skin above your navel.
âThe Oak Father truly broke the mold with you,â Halsin said softly as his eyes continued to wander across your naked body, âIâve yet to see anything in nature that compares to your beauty.â If you werenât already blushing, you were now. You leaned forward, kissing his lips as an appreciation for the compliment.Â
âDonât sell yourself short.â You murmured against his lips, taking the time to kiss them once more before moving your way down his neck. Both of your hands rested on his shoulders, beginning to move along his chest as you kissed and nipped lightly down his throat, searching for more tender expanses of skin. You felt him shudder with each light graze of your teeth against his neck, a satisfied hum coming from you with each nibble. With a light touch, you ran your fingertips across the expanse of his chest, feeling every bit that you could reach while still slightly leaned over his frame.
You returned to your previous position, pressing yourself up from his chest while allowing yourself to marvel at the hulking elf beneath you as your fingers continued to roam, feeling and caressing with a gentle touch. You traced along the thick veins in his arms, feeling the firmness of the surrounding muscles of the biceps that could easily have their way with you. His heart beat steadily in his chest when your fingers grazed over his pectorals, enjoying the feeling of the thick hair that coated his chest. While your fingers enjoyed their exploration of his chest, making sure to graze over and toy with his hardened nipples as your eyes traveled further down his body. He hissed at the contact, but loved every moment of your teasing fingertips along his skin.
Your gaze followed the line of coarse hair that trailed between the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen and came to an end at the base of his cock, which was seated nicely between your thighs. You smiled to yourself as you watched his member twitch and bob under your touch when you ran over a particularly sensitive spot, resisting the urge to tickle those areas when you came across them. Your forefinger ran along a nonsensical path around his abs, simply keeping the hand occupied as the opposite finally reached his throbbing cock, which was steadily dripping his arousal in a long stream along his stomach. With a quick flick of your gaze to Halsin, you dipped the tip of your forefinger in the pool of his spend, rubbing small circles to coat the digit before you finally brought your coated appendage to your lips.
âSomething sweeter, you said?â You asked with a feigned innocence as you held his gaze, finding the anticipation in his face quite amusing. You could feel his muscles tighten beneath you as he anticipated your next move, his eyes flicking between your half lidded eyes and your coated finger hovering mere centimeters from your lips.
You ran your tongue along your coated finger, engulfing the entire digit in your mouth once you had reached the tip and the first taste of Halsinâs arousal had touched your tongue. You took your finger to the knuckle, cleaning the appendage quickly. Halsinâs hips bucked upwards as he watched your finger slowly slip from your mouth, thrusting you forwards until your hand collided with his chest to keep you from falling flat against him.Â
Halsinâs shifted his weight to rest on one of his forearms, using his now free hand to grasp your jaw, pulling you into a heated kiss with a quiet growl. His tongue was in your mouth in an instant, tangling with yours in an attempt to feel as much of the mouth that had teased him all day. With your tongues dancing with one another, you slid your hand down his chest and stomach before ghosting your fingertips over the weeping head of his cock. Halsin released his mouth from yours to as his breath caught in his throat, his grip leaving your jaw as he fell back onto both arms.
You returned your lips to his body, planting sloppy, open mouthed kisses along his chest, steadily working your way lower as you followed the trail your fingers had previously taken. You could taste the sweat that had formed on his body as your lips traveled lower before you finally pulled away, admiring the trails youâd left along his skin. Your fingers had gone from simply teasing the sensitive head to stroking along the length of his cock in long, fluid movements. He pulsed in your grasp as you continued your stroking, squeezing in varying strength along his cock, stopping occasionally to rub small circles along his oversensitive cock head.Â
âThat touch of yours will be the end of me one day.â Halsin whispered as his head tilted back against his shoulders, his eyes closing slowly as he allowed himself to enjoy your movements. You watched as his chest heaved with each stroke of your hand, his breath coming in and out through his nose as he tried to keep himself collected and under control. Halsin felt his muscles tense and his heart pound under your touch, his body finally indulging in your long sought after touch, and he wanted the feeling to last as long as possible.
âIs that a promise of more nights like this, then?â You asked with a curious look, wiggling your way off his hips, choosing to settle between Halsinâs thighs to give yourself a better position for what was to come.
âMany more, if that is what you wish as well.â Halsin managed to choke out between sighs and soft groans as you stroked your hand along the length of his throbbing cock at a steady pace. Each flick of your wrist became easier over time, the slick that had fallen from the weeping tip giving you plenty of lubrication to work with. With lust filled eyes you looked up towards the druid as you began to lower your head to meet your hand.
âOak Father, preserve me.â Halsinâs low voice wavered as he spoke, a shudder wracking his body as the flat of your tongue ran along the underside of his cock. His eyes reopened and he lifted his head long enough to watch as you wrapped your lips around his swollen tip. Halsin finally dropped to his back, his arms giving way underneath him as your tongue swirled the cock throbbing in your mouth. Like you had done with his finger earlier in the day, you pressed the tip to the roof of your mouth, creating a firm pressure to the overly sensitive head.Â
Your tongue was softer than velvet against Halsinâs cock, swirling and suckling around the tip with enough pressure to make him squirm in pleasure. He moaned softly with each swipe of your tongue, his hips thrusting upwards ever so slightly to create more friction against your warm, wet mouth. With his tip still securely pressed to the top of your mouth, your tongue worked wonders on the underside of his member, focusing on the sensitive space on the underside of the tip. You suckled away on his cock while your hand continued to stroke lazily along his base. As he did with you, you took your time in exploring his cock with your mouth, listening to the delightful moans and sighs that came from above you.
Halsin let out an exasperated sigh when you finally released the suction from his cock, which allowed you to begin your teasingly slow descent. Your lips were pressed tightly around his cock, still creating a light suction as you worked your way down, although your pace wasnât entirely due to just wanting to tease the man writhing at your touch. Given just how large of a man that Halsin was, you were under no illusions that his member would be anything less than large, but you truly werenât prepared for just how impressive his size actually was. You took your time in an attempt to service his length in a way that was pleasurable to both you and Halsin.Â
You took him further into your mouth, his tip beginning to slip into the tightness of your throat as you focused on not choking along his length all while keeping a steady breath. Halsinâs fingers found their way into your hair, settling on the crown of your head as he felt you lower yourself to your limit, a light gag coming from your throat before you pulled back up. His simply rested his hand along your head as you began to bob along his cock, gradually picking up speed as you became more comfortable with your limits. He didnât pressure you further than you wanted or tried to change your pacing, but simply needed something to grasp onto as he worked his way through waves of pleasure. He wanted you to enjoy yourself as much as he was, and the last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel pressured to go beyond your limits. For this, you were thankful.
You soon found yourself in a rhythm, guiding your head up and down along the length of his hardened cock with ease, occasionally ending with an audible gag if you pushed yourself too far. For now, he was too large for you to comfortably handle, so you made use of your still slicked hand to stroke and toy with the portion of his shaft not covered by your mouth. From time to time youâd pull away, allowing yourself a few sucking breaths of air before your lips returned to him in some way either through licking any neglected areas or sliding it back into the heat of your mouth. His spend was salty against your tongue, yet something you swallowed eagerly.Â
Halsinâs breath hitched and the urge to buck wildly into your warm mouth was becoming too much to handle as he felt a tingling warmth begin to settle in his groin. His fingers grasped at your hair lightly, desperate to anchor to something more substantial as he fought the urge to spill into his own orgasm. However, he resisted, wanting to save that wonderful wave of pleasure for something more intimate than your teasing mouth. Your eyes met Halsinâs once again as you continued your ministrations to his weeping cock, your gaze tender yet blissfully hazy.
You felt his fingers untangle themselves from your hair, dragging along your cheek with a loving touch. You nuzzled your cheek into his palm as best you could, your mouth still fully occupied with pleasuring the cock that was dangerously close to spilling over. Halsin gripped your chin gently, pulling you up and off his pulsing member with a shaky breath. His eyes were drawn to the line of spittle that still connected your reddened lips to the tip of his length, gently wiping your lip with his thumb as your breath came out in pants. You struggled to catch your breath as he held you in his grasp.
âIf you keep going like that,â Halsin said after heâd regained some of his composure, âthis night will be over much sooner than either of us would wish.â
âWe have all night, do we not?â You asked as your tongue flicked across your lips, collecting any remaining spittle that lingered.
âWe do, but let us hope that the sun is slow to rise.â Halsin murmured quietly before closing the gap between your bodies. He took your lips with his once more, tender and sweet as he came forward, urging you onto your back for the second time before parting from you. Your body settled into a fresh patch of grass that was slick with the beginning touches of dew forming on the blades. You sighed happily into the night air, your body succumbing to the gentle touches of the druid. Halsinâs hands softly grabbed the underside of your thighs, giving them a light squeeze as he parted your legs for him.Â
Your heart fluttered as he crawled up the expanse of your body, his arms and hands surrounding you as he knees knocked your legs open a bit further. His kisses and touches had become light and feather soft, caressing your lips and body with a touch so gentle you almost couldnât feel it. He was holding back as if touching you any more firmly would thoroughly break you. You had to admit that you understood his concern, given that the bulk of his frame was currently looming over you and he was a bit larger than you had anticipated.
âYou donât have to restrain yourself with me,â you said between kisses, âIâm sturdier than I look.â You brushed stray hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear and out of the way. You knew Halsin wanted something a bit more rugged. He was more than content with slow, languid kisses and soft touches, but you also knew that he had been pent up for quite some time between suppressing his own emotions for years and your own teasings as of late. You wanted him to enjoy himself just as much as you were.Â
Holding back his feelings was something Halsin wasnât accustomed to doing on a day-to-day basis; he wore his heart on his sleeve and made his emotions clear. You, however, were the one exception. He had been attracted to you for quite some time before either of you had made it to your current situation, yet he was hesitant to come forward with those feelings. Decades of denying himself something more meaningful and vulnerable simply couldnât take a priority over his duties, so now that he was presented with the opportunity, Halsin had hesitated. But now, you both were here in each others arms, fully exposed and having tasted the other in some fashion; now was not the time to restrain feelings.
âI have no doubt about that, believe me, but either way I promise to be gentle.â Halsin said with a slight chuckle, âAt least for now.â Halsin wanted nothing more than to hold you down and have his way with you until you were a puddled mess, but he also knew when the time was right. Although you were more than ready to try and take him, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in his overeagerness. Instead, he opted to take things the more gentle route until he was sure you were up for something more vigorous.Â
He pressed his lips to yours once again in a lingering kiss, moaning softly against your mouth as he lined the tip of his cock up with your well slicked entrance. Your body shuddered at the feeling of his warm, throbbing tip pressing against your eagerly awaiting entrance, the feeling of him being so close made your muscles melt beneath him. As slowly and carefully as possible, Halsin eased his way into you, earning a sudden gasp from your kiss swollen lips. He moved his own lips to your ear, cradling the opposite side of your face as he guided himself deeper into you.
His lips were soft and tender on your temple, kissing lightly when you hissed or made a gasp that sounded more uncomfortable than pleasurable. Halsin took his time, guiding his movements in accordance to your bodyâs reactions than his own lusts. From time to time youâd press your palm against his hip or stomach, quietly asking him to wait until you could adjust. When you did so, Halsin listened, waiting until you were ready to continue as he peppered your cheek with more kisses and whispered praise or encouragement in your ear. You moved your hand from his hip when you were ready to continue, whimpering softly as he continued the slow movement into your heat.
When Halsin had fully seated himself inside you, he released groan from deep within his chest, savoring the feeling of you around his hardened cock. You were warm and tight, which was everything he had expected from you, but the actual feeling of you wrapped around him was euphoric. With everything you had done for him so far, you had once again exceeded his expectations. With this, he wanted to begin moving against you and feel you expand and contract around him, but he paused. Halsin remained still inside you, waiting for your approval before continuing. He knew you needed time to adjust and he would allow you to take as much time as you needed. In the meantime, he simply enjoyed the feeling of being buried deep inside you.
Your eyes closed as you inhaled deeply, adjusting to the size of the length buried inside you. He was large, but not uncomfortable. Halsin was exceedingly gentle with you, not wanting to hurt you with his size, but you were ready for more. You met his haze once more before giving a gentle nod, urging him to continue.
âYou have been more than worth the wait.â Halsin murmured in your ear as his hips began to move against you, taking your lips once more with his before you could respond. Your moaned against him, the feeling of his cock slowly slipping out of you before nuzzling back in made a light warmth settle on your cheeks and made your heart flutter with anticipation. You stayed like this for some time, your arms wrapped around each other while connected by your lower halves, taking everything slow and steady until your body had grown accustomed to the size of the cock nestled deep inside you.
However, it wasnât long before you felt comfortable with his size. Your hips rolled against his, asking him to begin picking up the pace as any discomfort quickly subsided and was replaced with pleasure and ecstasy. Halsin eagerly complied, pulling his arms from you slightly so he could rest along his palms, his hips rolling against yours as he kept his thrusts light, but just slightly faster. Your hands ran down his chest like they had done earlier, feeling his muscles flex under your fingertips with his movements. Halsin was correct, he and this moment were more than worth every moment of teasing and waiting that youâd experienced. He was worth it.
Halsin sat back, resting his weight on splayed knees so he could watch you from above. His hands explored and grasped at the expanse of your thighs as he watched your body writhe and roll under his touch, desperate to meet his cock with a roll each time he sheathed himself fully into you. His eyes searched your body, unsure of which part of you to settle on for more than a few seconds. He wanted to take in every bit of you as he thrust his hips into your warmth. Your face and chest were covered in a deep blush and glistened with sweat against the glow of the moonlight, parts of you bounced each time his hips snapped to yours and became almost hypnotic if he started too long, but in the end he decided that the most delicious part of you to watch was simply just how well you took his throbbing cock. His eyes traveled to where you both were joined, mesmerized by how your entranced stretched with each thrust to accommodate his size, but so early accepted him back in each time he fully entered you. The view combined with the feeling of your heat squeezing around him was almost enough to send him into a frenzy.
Halsin gripped the underside of one of your thighs, lifting it from the ground until the back of your leg rested against his broad chest, opening you up more for him, but also allowing him a better view of his cock disappearing into your heat. His lips and tongue found the skin of your leg and left sloppy, wet kisses along the sweat soaked skin as his fingers pressed firmly into the soft flesh of your thigh. His other hand traveled to your lower half, feeling your muscles tighten in your abdomen as your released neared. He used his fingers to brush across your most sensitive spots, a playful smile gracing his lips as you responded deliciously to his touch.
Your body was on fire, aching and throbbing with heat as Halsin snapped his hips to yours with each thrust. The sound of wet skin smacking against skin and mingled with grunts and moans filled the quiet evening air, making any animal in the area scamper off quickly at the noise. Your cheeks burned with exertion and desire, a feeling that was equally matched in the fire that was ignited in your lower belly. You could feel the string of pleasure begin to coil, knowing it wouldnât be long before it snapped once more. Your hands grasped and squeezed at your chest, fingers flicking across and occasionally pinching your hard and sensitive nipples, eliciting sharp moans into the air that sent shivers down the back of the druid.
âMore,â you gasped out as you felt the coil deepen, âplease.â Your voice was almost a whine, needy with desire and lust as Halsin continued his movements.
Halsin moved instantly at your words, pressing forward until his chest met yours, your leg still pressed against his chest as your knee now rested close to your face. He moved your other leg to rest on his other shoulder, his hands shaking at the feeling of you practically halved beneath him. His arms kept your legs from slipping off his sweaty shoulders as his hands came to rest by your head, one of them tangling in your hair with a firm grasp. His lips found your neck and offered a light bite to the soft flesh, making your mouth fall open at the contact. Halsin thrust into you more firmly, knees and toes digging into the grass beneath him as his pace increased.Â
Your own hands found purchase on his body, one resting on the side of his warmed cheek and the other tangling with the knot he kept tied at the back of his head. Your body trembled beneath his as your second orgasm starting coming to a peak, knowing it wouldnât be long until it crashed over your body. Halsinâs eyes remained locked to yours, entranced by the look of pleasure that covered your lovely face. You panted against each other, breath mixing together and only adding to the heat of the moment.
âYouâre almost there, my heart.â Halsin panted against you as his forehead rested along yours, âLet go. Let me feel you.â The new use of a pet name and his coaxing send sparks flying through your body, awakening some sort of arousal youâd have to explore more at a later time. For now, however, his words and movements were enough to send you over the edge, your body shaking with a delicious heat and pleasure as your legs trembled against his shoulders. Your orgasm rushed through your body, sending bolts of electricity along your spine as you rode it out. You tightened your hold against Halsinâs cock, which was still thrusting into your sensitive entrance. The sudden grip on him almost caused his to experience his own release, but the druid held firm and made the feeling subside. As much as he wanted to feel his own pleasure course through him, he wanted to take you one final time before indulging in his own pleasure. You moaned and whined, your body twitched and shook under the last remaining licks of your orgasm, your mind hazed with pleasure and exhaustion.
With a swift movement, Halsin removed your trembling legs from his shoulders, pulling them to the side as he flipped you to your stomach. While still in your daze, you felt his hands press against your chest and around one of your legs, easily lifting your still trembling body from the ground and a better position so you could lay comfortably on the ground before pressing you firmly into the grass beneath you. You were taken by surprise, your mind swimming with enough pleasure and haze that you hadnât fully processed his movements until your cheek was met with a patch of grass, leaving your arms pinned between your own chest and the ground. Halsinâs hands gripped at your hips, swiftly tugging them upwards and towards him with an almost desperate pace.Â
You let out a moan at the sudden change of position, letting Halsin rearrange your limbs with ease as you still were reeling from your orgasm. Halsin parted your legs once again, settling nicely between them as he realigned himself with your still trembling entrance. He entered you more quickly than before, still taking note of not being too rough with you, making sure you were comfortable with how he was seated within you before he began his thrusting once again. You whimpered as he picked up the pace, your swollen sex still sensitive from your climax as it tingled and clenched around the druidâs impressive length.
Halsin's hand traveled the length of your back as he steadily and firmly snapped his hips to yours, knocking you forward just slightly with each thrust. Halsin admired the beauty of your body, even from a less than flattering angle. The way your hips curved into your waist, the small dips in your lower back that lead to a steep curve in your spine caused by his movements, and the taught muscles in your shoulders that were defined from battle all enticed him even more. Halsin had admittedly fallen for you based off your merit and kindness, but he couldnât deny that you were beautiful inside and out, especially when splayed out underneath him.
Your skin was hot beneath his touch, both from exertion and the heat of the night, and your body glistened under the moonlight. He had longed to feel your skin in his grasp for some time now, the thought alone keeping him up many nights as he struggled to subdue his own feelings for the sake of duty. The thoughts that would plague his mind of the caress of your hands had only intensified with your recent teasings, making the feel of your skin slapping against his all the more pleasurable. As his hand caressed the skin of your hips and back, Halsin had enough sense to flick the pieces of grass and dirt that had stuck to your skin from your previous position, lovingly brushing you clean as his hips were mercilessly slamming into yours. You felt his hand grip your shoulder, desperate to hold you in place as he chased his release.Â
Your breath hitched as you felt Halsinâs hand firmly grab your shoulder, giving him better leverage to thrust into you from behind. The sudden change of pace from soft and loving to frantic and rough wasnât quite what you were expecting over the course of the night, but it was a most welcome change. Up until now, Halsin was focused on your pleasure and release over his. He was attentive and loving, making sure your had expended yourself to your limits, even denying his own release when he felt the luscious feeling of your lips wrapped around him.
But this was different. It was still caring, given that Halsin wasnât ramming into you with his full strength, but this was for him. He was finally allowing himself to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh that he had denied himself for so long. He was desperate to make it last, to have this night make up for years of denial and longing, but you could tell he was nearing his end. Your ears were greeted with a symphony of grunts and growls rumbling deep in his chest the harder he slammed into you. Although you were met with no discomfort, just a delicious feeling of being pressed into the ground by your lover.
Halsinâs grip on your shoulder was strong, simply given the size of the druid, but not quite enough to keep you from shifting underneath him. He released your shoulder, which was now slightly red from his hold, and slid his hand to your back once again, resting between your shoulder blades with his fingers splayed wide against your dampened skin. You let out a moan and a wheeze as you felt the air leave your lungs, leaving you with a deliciously pleasant sting as Halsin pressed into your back firmly, lifting himself slightly to apply as much pressure as he could without causing you harm. You were now securely pinned to the ground, allowing the druid to slam into you without the inconvenience of you slipping out beneath him.
You both let out a pleasurable moan at the new position, the angle allowing Halsin to slip fully into you and pound away at the wonderfully sensitive spot deep inside you that made your vision blur each time he made contact with the tip of his cock. Halsin was practically hovering over you, taking in every bit of your body as he barreled towards his own release. He watched the way his cock slipped in and out of you effortlessly, given his size, and the way your body graciously accepted him. Halsin could feel his legs begin to shake and the pacing of his hips begin to falter, stuttering every few thrusts as he came closer to his orgasm.
âLook at me, my heart.â His voice was gruff and shaky, but it was more of a plea than a command, one you happily complied with. Your haze was a bit foggy, but you looked over you shoulder as you remained pinned to the ground, your mouth hanging open in an attempt to breath as best you could with the pressure on your back. Your lips tugged into a slight smile as you peered up at the druid, the sight of him coming undone because of you brought you more joy than you could have previously thought. You met his gaze with half-lidded eyes, but there was more than just lust behind them and Halsin could see this as well. There was no doubt that your pupils were dilated with lust and pleasure from both your orgasms, but there was something more meaningful. There was trust, admiration, acceptance, and if Halsinâs own lust fogged mind could be trusted, perhaps even the faintest hint of love behind the beautifully bright eyes staring back at him.
Your gaze and the feeling of your warmth clenching around his cock was the final act that sent Halsin over the edge. An uncharacteristically loud curse left his lips as he hunched forward, digging his heels into the dirt as he thrust into you a final time. His hand lifted from your back and collided with the ground beside your head to keep from crushing you beneath his weight and it allowed you a sucking breath as Halsin spilled himself deep inside you. His opposing hand was still firmly gripped to your hips, holding them in place as his body shuddered with each contraction of his muscles. Each warm rope that spilled from his cock sent waves of pleasure down Halsinâs back, making his muscles twitch and tense with each burst. He released a low grunt every time he spilled, each one landing deep inside you, filling you with a gentle warmth.
Halsin fell to his forearms as he slowly fell from his peak, his head coming to rest softly against your shoulder as he panted against your skin. The druid finally released your hip from his grasp, the desperation and intensity behind his grip had finally softened as his body began to relax against yours, softly rubbing your sweat soaked skin to soothe the marks heâd left on your posterior. He littered your shoulder blades with a string of slow, loving kisses, placing a few to the back of your neck. You both lay there for a few precious moments, simply enjoying the feeling of being so close to the other while still connected, your minds slowly falling down from the blissful peaks you had climbed towards.
After giving a final kiss to the area between your shoulders, Halsin pulled himself from you gently, knowing you both were now a bit sore and rather sensitive. You whimpered softly as you felt him slip out of you, already missing the fullness he offered. With the bulk of his weight now off your frame, you finally managed to pull one of your arms out from underneath you, bracing it on the ground before hoisting yourself onto your hands and knees. Halsin went down to his side, pulling you with him with a quick roll as he settled for the evening. Your head rested along the expanse of his bicep, rolling to rest your cheek to his skin as you lay along your back, one knee coming up to bend and help you adjust.Â
âAre you all right?â Halsin asked as he brushed more bits of grass from your cheek with his free hand, plucking blades from your temples and your hairline.
âVery much so.â You hummed softly, your eyes becoming heavy as you melted against his touch.
Your skin had finally cooled after the activity from the night, leaving you with tacky skin, but free from beads of sweat. Despite the heat coming from Halsinâs body, you were pleasantly warm and thoroughly satisfied for the evening. You lay together, wrapped in each others embrace on the forest floor, listening to the lulling sounds of the night as you simply enjoyed the silence. Halsinâs free hand traveled along your body, gently caressing and mending any wounds that may have appeared during your rougher moments.Â
âCan I offer you a wash?â He asked after a moment, having run along your body several times. You looked to him, offering a gentle smile with tired eyes.Â
âThat sounds lovely,â you murmured, leaning up to leave a slow kiss to his lips, âbut letâs stay here for a spell. Iâm not quite ready to return to camp just yet.â
Halsin tugged you closer to him, your bodies fully pressed to the other as the arm you were resting on had wrapped around your shoulders. You tossed your leg over his, tangling your legs together as one of your arms wrapped around his midsection. With the sun still below the horizon, you had a few hours of darkness left before returning to camp was a necessity, giving you a few precious moments together to simply be. You and Halsin spoke softly, whispering sweet words and blush worthy compliments to each other, caressing and touching and learning the details of the other. Eventually, the low rumbles of Halsinâs voice filled you with a sense of peace, causing your eye lids to droop and fall heavy. You fought the feeling, simply wanting to stay awake to enjoy the moment.
âRest, my heart,â he whispered against your hair, âweâll find more moments for each other.â He placed a single, gentle kiss to your forehead, pulling away when your eyelids finally closed for the evening and your mind began drifting off to a moment of restful sleep.
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âàŒ â KATSUKI BAKUGOU. pre-k teacher!au.
about. some random headcanons of bakugou being a pre school teacher bc i think that heâs great with kids and would try so hard not to fall in love with his studentâs mom.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, bakugou is soft for kids, reader is a single mother, fem!reader, pre school teacher!bakugou.
personally, i think bakugou would make a great pre-school teacher.
imagine a quirkless universe where bakugou decides to work with kids because he knows that in a world where everyone turns against one another â kids are the only ones who have never done wrong. as a pre school teacher, he tries to be the person he wished he had protecting him.
the class pre-k teacher!bakugou gets assigned are known to be âhis kidsâ. they have their own system, in which bakugou claps once and they all scramble to sit on the carpet for story time or know to stack their handwriting books up neatly at the end of their tables. the kids like that their teacher is strong and able to pick three of them up at once, they order that he plays heroes with them or sometimes dresses up like a princess from the story book before nap time.
pre-k teacher!bakugou's class is the most well behaved, the little ones always snuggle up to him quietly when itâs time to sleep and listen well before theyâre let out into the playground for time out doors. itâs almost like he gentle parents them too â your kid in katsukiâs class is particularly sensitive at times, but the blonde always gives her a little time to cry out her feelings in the reflection corner because kids will always figure their shit out even if they canât articulate it properly.
âwhatâs wrong, sweetheart? can ya try ân tell me whatâs up?â
pre-k teacher!bakugou who gets along well with the parents but doesnât dare to cross the boundaries of professionalism⊠except for when it comes to you. the flustered young mum whoâs trying to get her life together with an extremely shy and stubborn daughter that takes bakugou months to crack. he bribes her with special books at reading time, the first pick of pillows and blankies for naps and even helps her tie her shoes when heâs not supposed to.
but only because of the way your eyes light up at your daughterâs progress a few months later and the way you cling to pre-k teacher!bakugou's arm (whilst trying not to cry) when he tells you that your daughter is finally setting in with friends.
he absolutely cannot have a crush on you, however.
pre-k teacher!bakugou makes homemade snacks for his class that meets every dietary and allegory requirement of every kid he has â more often than not itâs fruit and veg, he tells his kids that they get superpowers from eating healthy. but sometimes he indulges them with gluten free brownies or muffins, sending extra home for the parents too.
pre-k teacher!bakugou puts his funny reading glasses on whenever a student of his makes him a piece of art. they always giggle. no matter whatâs been made, the creations from his kids always go up on the âbk class wall of fameâ â he feels sentimental over each blob drawn onto colour paper with sprinkles of glue, pasta, buttons and glitter. they mean so much to him, he canât help but adore the gifts heâs given.
pre-k teacher!bakugou who tries not to cry when his class move up a grade. he promised himself not to be like this, but the kids are squeezing and hugging him, showering him in end of year gifts as a thank you for being the best teacher ever. bakugou isnât very good at hiding how much heâll miss his kids â especially your little girl who heâs so used to having by his side until you pick her up everyday.
but when pre-k teacher!bakugou starts clearing out his classroom for a year, he finds a card from his favourite student (your daughter) and inside is your number scrawled quickly in the top right corner.
âbeen waiting for this all year. call me, now that youâre not her teacher - xxxâ
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Hii! Could you write Silver and Jamil with a s/o who is touch starved? In the sense they're not opposed to affection, but aren't that used to it and get kind of startled, but crave it nonetheless? Thank you so much, have a ïżŒgreat night!
WHY IS THIS ME???? ill def be making a pt 2 because i love this so much
Twisted Wonderland Boys with an S/O who is touch starved
Stuff you should read: touch starved s/o, a tinyyyyyyyyyyy bit self indulgent because me too anon me too, bulleted post, i didnt use actual grammar/punctuation because i am lazy, once again no beta we die like men Characters: Silver Vanrouge, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia, Leona Kingscholar, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge
SILVER VANROUGE
Silver first found out about your touch starved-ness when he accidentally fell asleep on your shoulder
When you shrieked softly in suprise, he shot up, thinking that he might've hurt you.
When you explained to him that you were just not used to physical contact, he sighed in relief.
i kid you not he genuinely thought he somehow headbutted you
And oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh boy when he learned that you craved touch, the boy was so ecstatic (for his standards)
from then on, he was always somehow holding your hand, or had his head resting in your lap or something
(at first, he would ask you or warn you before he would touch you, just so you wouldn't be too suprised or startled, but if you were okay with it, and as you got more comfortable, he'd just go for it)
if you were okay with more romantic displays of affection, he'd nap during lunch with you in the courtyard, with you somehow in his embrace
hes such a pookie i swear (im sorry his is so short idk how to write silver *sob*
JAMIL VIPER
Jamil actually found out from a silly little walk to Sam's
he went to hold your hand, and you pulled away, surprised
he thought you were mad at him and when i tell you this man tried to think of a reason why you would be mad at him
when he couldnt think of anything, he decided to just come out and ask if he did something wrong
and then you explained it to him
like silver, he sighed in relief
but not a little sigh
a big one
like muscles relaxing and everything he genuinely thought you were mad at him.
so when you slowly brought your hand to his, lightly squeezing it, you almost killed him
my dude ASCENDED like he actually would die with no regrets
when he figures out that you actually crave touch, he isn't as ecstatic as silver, but hes fairly excited
he'd definitely enjoy showing that he loves you through small physical touches (hand holding, maybe having your arm around his, ect)
Again, like silver, he'd tell/ask you when/if he was going to hug you or something
he wouldn't ALWAYS be touching you, but he would be in private
he himself is kinda iffy on pda but he'd hold your hand or something, nothing like kissing or full on big hugs, but hand holding is a big one for him
you two probably came up with one of those cute systems where its like "two hand squeezes means ily" or something
MALLEUS DRACONIA
he found out when, on one of your nightly walks, he tried to hug you and you just...froze in the hug
he just comes straight out and asks, he doesn't want to assume you're mad at him, but he did do something wrong, he wants to apologize
"Child of Man, is everything alright? You froze."
when you explained that no, nothing is wrong and that you just were a little touch starved, he nodded thoughtfully
"Well then, would you be okay if I request a hug, instead?"
^^^ (all of these men are so polite omg)
when you say yes, he is very happy
if he had a tail, it would wag
you know those cute pictures of rlly tall people hugging their shorter friends, s/o's? thats what this becomes. he is just leaned over, hugging you
"tsunotarou....shouldn't you let go now...?"
give him a second
when he learns you crave physical touch HE IS LITERALLY SO HAPPY
i hc that one of his main love languages is physical touch, so he is VERY HAPPY that he gets to show you just how much he loves you
once again, is another who would start with telling you when he will touch you, but his telling phase ends fairly quickly compared to silver and jamil
his main forms of physical contact are those elegant ones like where he has a hand on the small of your back
he would ALWAYS BE TOUCHING YOU.
more than silver
tfym he cant come to your ancient curses class with you when he has potionology? he already knows everything he needs to know anyway, so why cant he hold your hand a little longer :(
will 9/10 times end up sleeping over at ramshackle big spooning you (the big spoon in me wants to big spoon malleus but maybeeeeeeeeeee ill save that for another post)
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
he puts his head in your lap, and now youre shifting around?
come on herbivore smh smh you cant move so much hes trying to sleep!
when the thought eats a little too much at the back of his mind, he finally asks you whats up
when you explain it to him, he sighs and STAYS WITH HIS HEAD ON YOUR LAP.
but the only reason he keeps his head in your lap is because he knows his herbivore, and he knows all the signs that you're truly uncomfortable with something, so he knows that you don't mind
he breaks the cycle of asking. like i said before he knows his herbivore well, and he knows your boundaries and the signs that your uncomfortable even better, so he knows he won't overstep
i feel like he never had to figure out you craved attention, hes an observer, and just kinda always knew by your lingering touches, even after the shock of the touch
his favourite forms of physical touch are to lay his head in your lap, and basically anything (sexual or non sexual) where your body is on/close to his
hes another one whos main love language is touch, so he is too seen skipping his classes to hang out with you/to pull you from yours to the botanical garden
SEBEK ZIGVOLT
hes very aggressive with his affection, so when you shied away from his hug after training, he did a Jamil and tried to think of any reason you'd be mad at him
hes kinda sulking for the rest of the day until he decides to just come to ramshackle to ask you
"sebek wtf are you doing at my door its the middle of the night- WHY ARE YOU WET?!"
"I COULDN'T SLEEP THINKING YOU WERE MAD AT ME! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I DID, SO I CAN PROPERLY ATONE!!!!!!"
"............what.................?"
you had to run and grab a towel because this idiot decided to WALK over while it was RAINING
when you explained everything to him, how you were just surprised, he understood immediately, so, he joins the Polite Cult (tm) and asks you to give you a hug
when he finds out you crave touch, he is a man on a MISSION
he WILL make sure you get what you want becuase he LOVES YOU SO MUCH
(just dont use your power over him when hes trying to protect malleus. he will become crisis'd about what to prioritize)
he loves to hold your hand sosososososo much its such a little gesture that can mean so much
hold his hand.
LILIA VANROUGE
he went to taze you (yk when you put your hands on someones waist and just pinch/tickle them while going ZZZZZT? yeah that) and you almost died of shock
hes seen many things, when your a prehistoric artifact like him, you know whats up
so you didnt even need to explain, he just kinda knew the second you screamed
hes also like leona in the sense he just knows you arent necessarily uncomfortable or anything
but he still tries to limit the amount he scares you but COME ON....your back is faced to him! its the perfect chance to scare you!
he, again, knew you needed more physical touch, so he's always stuck to you whenever he can be
not like skipping class level like malleus and leona, but he still is with you 90% of the day
another one to come to ramshackle with you, but he wont tell the others where he is so everyone thinks peepaw went missing
get peepaw to take his meds please hes a little deranged
--------------------------- I LOVED WRITING THIS SM but i was cramping the entireee time :( m.list @mit0ee 's work, please do not steal!
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Crayon Colored Hearts
summary: you as a teacher of small children with a few genshin boys as partners :)
type: headcannons, not proofread
pairing: albedo x gn!reader, wanderer x gn!reader
warnings: children
a/n: i tutor small kids so this is self indulgent yes-
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⧠albedo
Has so much respect for the patience you possess
Sure, he can handle KleeâŠbut the thought of having to teach more than 1 child below the age of 7 is terrifying to him
Is very understanding of when you are exhausted after work on particular days
He can always tell when your class was particularly rambunctious by the tiredness in your voice when you get home
Sometimes you two will go on scenic drives in silence if you both have had particularly long days
His hand resting gently on yourâs as you both admire the nature outside of the car windows
On days where it is only you that is worn out, he will make you your favorite meal for dinner
Sitting with you as you both enjoy a homemade dish
Heâll talk if you want to but is also okay with sitting in silence
There was one particular day you had woken up late and had been in a rush, resulting in you forgetting your lunch at home
Albedo notices the brown paper bag sitting on the counter after you had left
He takes it to work with him and decides to use his lunch break to take it to you
His co-workers were quite surprised when he took the break, considering he normally works through lunch
You would hear your stomach grumble right after your kids went outside for break and realize you had forgotten your lunch
You walked outside to your car, hoping to find a granola bar or something you may have left in there
Only to find Albedo standing next to your car holding your lunch out to you
âI believe you may have forgotten something.â He would say with a small smile
âYou didnât have to bring me my lunch.â You would reply, leaning to give him a kiss on the cheek as you take the bag out of his hands
âIâd prefer it if you didnât go hungry while managing children.â He said, pulling you into a hug
You two would sit in your car as you shared your lunch with him, spending the small bit of time you two had away from work together
⧠wanderer
He genuinely does not understand how you do it everyday
The thought of being around children for more than three minutes makes him want to hit something
You told him one time about how a child wiped their snot into your shirt and instantly you saw him shudder
He would never admit the fact that his heart warmed the time he saw you calm a kid from a meltdown in public
Helping the child find their way back to their parents
âYou really didnât have to help that little shit you know?â Heâd comment while you two are walking away from the child and their family
âThey werenât a âlittle shitâ, they were just scared.â Youâd reply, a small smile on your face
Oh and the time you two were grocery shopping and a child ran up and tackled you in a hug
âI canât believe youâre here! What are you doing away from school? Who is that man with you? He looks pretty scary.â The child would babble on and on
Youâd hug him back and exchange polite greetings with his parents
Watching them walk away with a warm feeling in your chest that the child had recognized you and cared enough to give you a hug
Youâd see a grimace on Wandererâs face as you both continued looking for groceries
âIs something the matter?â Youâd ask, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder
âThe little brat said I was âscaryâ, maybe the kid just needs to grow up.â Heâd grumble to himself, pushing the shopping cart
Youâd laugh and kiss him lightly on the cheek, watching the tips of his ears turn red
âWell, I think youâre great either way.â Youâd reply, watching his cheeks heat up
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thank you so much for reading !
have a wonderful day/night !
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Business Trip
husband!Nanami x f!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
Summary: Nanami hates going on business trips now that he has you in his life. Even with food and hotel expenses paid for by his company, itâs not enough to distract him from the fact that he misses you. The two of you have the perfect solution for this, which includes a vivid imagination and the help of a little, but mighty, toy. cw: sex-toy use (vibrator), phone sex, explicit sexual content, language, Nanami is a bit mean, dirty talk, use of pet-names (honey, sweetie, princess), reader is called whore and slut (endearing lol), just pure nasty smut. Authorâs Notes: More husband!Nanami smut! I was inspired to write this because I just purchased my very first vibe two weeks ago and boy, is it something. Hope you like this filth! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/cafekitsune! Tagging the lovely @liliorsstuff-blog bc I love her and Nanami is her husband. đ
Nanami has a hard time when he has to go out of town for a business trip. He never used to mind it before; in fact, he liked being sent away to a different city every once in a while, especially when the food and hotel expenses were paid for. However, ever since the two of you have been together, he dreads them because it means time away from you. And he hates being apart from you. Absolutely hates it. And to be honest, you hate it too.Â
This time, heâs sent to Osaka for a convention, staying at a swanky hotel covered by his company. He takes full advantage of this, ordering room service, indulging in a bottle or two of liquor from the mini bar. He even wraps himself in a fluffy robe after showering, sitting in bed with hair still wet at the tips. A single tap of his phone and heâs calling you, waiting a single ring for you to pick up. âHi baby!â you answer, his mood instantly lifted at the sound of your cheery voice.Â
âHow are you, princess?âÂ
âGood. Just in our room now. How was your day?â
He spends the next several minutes recounting todayâs festivities, including a funny story about him sneaking a second complimentary bento for lunch. You rant to him about your coworkersâ petty drama involving missing office supplies and stolen meals from the fridge. You both share what you ate for dinner, you complimenting the picture he sent earlier of the full spread ordered through room service. He sends you a quick snapshot of his current view of his hotel room, including his bare feet sticking out from under the robe.Â
âYour room is so nice. Look at your toes!â you laugh. âAre you going to sleep soon?â
âNot yet. Still waiting for my hair to dry.â He pauses, contemplating for a split second before asking, âAre you in bed now?â
âYup, all snuggled under the covers.â
He smiles to himself, picturing you cocooned in the thick comforter the two of you share, curled to the right side of the bed where you usually sleep. âDo you miss me?â
âOf course I do. I miss you so much.â
Without thinking, he spreads his legs wider, getting more comfortable against the pillows. âI miss you too, princess. I wish I was there with you right now.â
âMe too.â
Thereâs a moment of silence, tension hanging heavy in the static noise between you. Nanami decides to stop beating around the bush. Itâs obvious what you both want. Youâve been married long enough, together even longer, thereâs no shame or secrets anymore. âWish I could fuck you right now,â he confesses.
You moan through the speaker, thighs splayed, reaching towards your pussy. Tonight, youâre wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent lingering on the fabric, making you feel safe and secure in his absence. You sink into the cushions, whispering a breathy, âBaby.â
âTell me what youâre wearing right now.â
âJust your t-shirt and my underwear.â
âOh yeah? One of your silky ones?âÂ
You hum, confirming his suspicions as he loosens the knot of his robe, folding back the cotton to expose his hardening cock. âGod, I bet you look so good right now.â
You giggle softly, lifting the hem of the shirt past your stomach, fingers brushing your skin delicately, imagining his instead.Â
His voice is low, thick with lust. âI want to hear you come. Can you do that for me?â
âMm-hm,â you respond, slipping underneath the waistband, teasing your clit with the pad of your middle finger.Â
He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, already knowing what youâre doing. âNot with your fingers, honey. Use the vibrator, remember?â
A whine escapes your mouth while you reach for the drawer to retrieve the small toy, the one you bought recently to supplement nights alone like this. He was the first to test it out on you, though. Made sure it was good enough to satisfy your needs. The recent memory of him pressing the fluttering tip to your clit, pumping wet fingers in and out of your cunt, has you throbbing.Â
You push your panties past your knees, sliding them off completely at your ankles. With the blanket hastily stripped from your body, you spread your thighs wide, completely exposed from the waist down. A small bead of lube is just enough to get it slick. You rub the oiled tip up and down your pussy, finger on the button, anticipating the intense sensation.
âDonât turn it on yet,â he demands. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock, slow strokes to start. âTease it a little bit. Just like I do it.âÂ
Your husband always likes to take his time with you, no matter how desperate and aching for him you are. And when youâre two hundred plus miles away from each other, you predict heâs going to draw this out as long as he possibly can, both for his pleasure and yours. Not that youâre complaining.
You play with your clit, tingling bud pulsing against the smooth exterior of the vibrator. He huffs, âDonât hold back. I want you dripping onto to the sheets. Can you do that for me, honey?â
Another moan escapes your lips, envisioning the mess youâre about to make with his sultry voice guiding you through it. âI canât do it alone,â you whine, finger right on the trigger, raring to go. âHelp me, Kento.â
âIâm right here, princess. Donât worry. Just listen to me, okay? Follow my every word.â
You nod, hypnotized by each syllable uttered from his lust laden lips, like an obedient slut. Youâve almost forgotten that youâre alone in bed, convinced heâs whispering filthy instructions directly in your ear beside you, watching you unravel with the dormant toy pressed to your pussy. âCan you turn it on now, honey?âÂ
Heâs gentle and affectionate in the beginning, hiding wicked desires behind endearing pet-names. Soon, heâll start taunting you, tormenting you for being so fucking sensitive, so fucking needy. The two sides of him work together in perfect sync, angel and devil, both determined to make you lose yourself in the throes of passion. Thereâs nothing he loves more than seeing you, or in this case, hearing you, completely unhinged for him, and only him.Â
When you finally push the button, the low buzz playing in the background, he canât help but increase the pace of his strokes. He pictures your thighs open wide, the shaking tip nestled between your delicate pussy lips, the vibrations stimulating your clit, radiating down to your pointed toes. Head thrown back into the pillows, cheeks hot, tongue sticking out in that adorable dumb expression you make whenever youâre being fucked. It wonât take long for you to climax, not when heâs on the phone guiding you as he jerks his twitching cock. Just the thought of your body spasming from exhilaration is enough to get him off.Â
âThatâs it, right on your clit, honey. Does it feel good?â He knows it does, judging by how the only response he receives are your shameless moans. He chuckles, stroking himself faster. âI canât understand you, honey. Does it feel good?â Still no reply, he growls, âAnswer me.â
You choke on your spit, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. When you catch your breath, you let out a trembling, âYes!â, resulting in another sinister laugh from him.Â
âFeels so good, you canât even speak properly, can you? Too fucked out to even think, huh? Nasty slut.â His devilish side kicks in, hell-bent on hearing you orgasm, to have you coming so hard you spill onto the sheets. âI married such a whore, didnât I? Thatâs what you are, a fucking whore. Youâre so fucking slutty for me, I love it.â
Youâre a whimpering mess now, the vibe sending you into a spiral, clit aching from the relentless tremors. Thereâs not a coherent thought in your brain; youâre incapable of admitting to him that youâre close. You let him figure it out when you cry out, âFuck!â, legs quivering and stomach tight from the intense high.Â
âGive me your fucking orgasm, baby. Let me fucking hear it,â he spits out, sweat forming on his forehead. Heâs since stripped his robe off entirely, laying on top of It while he masturbates to the sounds of his precious slut doing exactly what he wants her to do. What he needs her to do.
When youâre finished, you slide the toy lower so that itâs not directly on your sensitive bud. The fluttering tip starts making soft splashing noises at your arousal, indicating just how fucking wet you are. You place the phone right on your abdomen, hoping he can hear the lewd squelches from your pussy. For the first time since you began, youâre able to formulate a proper sentence, body relaxed into the mattress. âCan you hear it, baby? Can you hear how wet I am for you?â
He definitely can. âAh, fuck,â he swears, fisting his shaft faster. His hand is not enough; it never is. But he lets his imagination do the rest for him. He knows how fucking juicy his pretty wifeâs pussy is. Your perfect, luscious pussy lips puffy from overstimulation, covered in sticky sweet cum. Heâd do anything for a taste of it right now, to run his tongue along your glistening folds, gather your slick and swallow it to quench his thirst. Dip his finger inside that gushy entrance only to stick it into his mouth, slurping every last drop. He admires the mental image before flicking his wrist with fervor, pumping his cock until he shoots his load onto his stomach.Â
The two of you stay quiet for a moment, the static noise and muted buzzing from the phone settling in the silence. Nanami looks down, inspecting the wreckage splattered across his abs, leaking down his side and onto the robe beneath. He runs his fingers through his hair, forehead tacky with perspiration, exhaling with a satisfied smile before calling out, âHoney? Are you still there?â
It's only now that he remembers that the low hum is from the vibrator, still buzzing against your supple skin. Reserved moans growing louder as you circle the toy back to your needy clit, ready for another round.Â
Nanami smirks to himself, holding the phone closer to his ear, rock hard again. Itâs going to be a long, fulfilling night.Â
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