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wardenparker · 5 months ago

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Mitch Keller + "Dance with me", pls? Love the TF boys in other things 2!!!

Mitch Keller. 1,665 words. "Dance with me." Co-written with @absurdthirst

Light undertones of dom!Mitch. Boss/employee dynamic. Mutual pining. The love is requited, they're just idiots. Garrett Hedlund as Mitch Keller is desperately underrated and I can't wait for season 2 of Tulsa King.

The bar is like a whole different place after closing. Every single night, without fail, the place goes from noisy and energetic to just being the two of you. Loud and buzzing becomes quiet and comfortable as soon as you cross the threshold after closing time. Two in the morning would be a lonely time for most people. Maybe it ought to be. Maybe it even is for Mitch Keller. You can’t be sure. But for you, two in the morning is the time you like most. When you get to be alone with the man you’ve been in love with for years.

Despite wiping down the bar top countless times during the night, there’s still a sticky film to be cleaned. Spilled liquor and beer from varying degrees of coordinated hands. Mitch knows you are watching him as the old jukebox plays and he wonders what you are thinking.

You really have to stop staring at your boss. Shit’s gonna get your fired for harassment one of these days. The music clicks over, jolting you out of your head and reminding you to clean. The floor isn’t going to sweep itself and it doesn’t matter how good Mitch’s ass look in those jeans. You’ll think about it later like you always do. But not here. Not now.

Despite the patrons paying for the songs that come over the old stereo. Mitch has a key that lets the two of you listen for free. Programming at least an hour’s worth of songs while you decompress and clean up. It had been a good night, but there’s this electric tension in the air.

Sometimes you share a single drink while you clean. Sometimes you chat about the day or about Mitch’s dad, who is the kindest landlord in the world and the reason you have this job. Sometimes you joke or bitch or play around. Tonight it seems like wanting him has you in a strangle-hold, though, so when Patsy Cline comes on the jukebox, you almost groan for the irony.

“You doing alright over there?” Mitch asks, tossing the rag into a bin and propping his hands on his trim hips.

“What?” You were staring again. Into space this time, but staring nonetheless. “Uh—yeah. Fine. Totally fine,” you lie, shaking your head and shoulders and starting to sweep again. Daydreaming — middle of the night dreaming? — about your boss needs to wait until you get home.

He chuckles and shakes his head, amazed that you don’t just give in and tell him already. The hooded glances and yearning looks only go so far and if he were a betting man – which he is – he would say you were daydreaming again. “Let’s get finished early.” He tells you. “Got something I want to do.”

“Oh—oh sure.” Something to do in the wee hours of the morning? You try not to wonder if that ex-girlfriend of his has come crawling back again, knowing that it isn’t any of your business and you have no right to be jealous even if she is. Instead you pick up the pace with an unnerved and slightly anxious energy, determined not to think about it.

Mitch caps off the beer taps and groans. “I’ve got to restock the coolers.” He tells you. “You okay to mop?”

“Yeah, absolutely.” After years in this job you could probably close the whole bar down with your eyes closed, and you nod rather than look him in the eyes, afraid to give yourself away. “If you need to go, I can finish up alone.”

“No, I’m just going to be in the back for a few minutes.” He clarifies and tosses you a grin. “I wouldn’t leave you here alone. You know that.”

“I’ll be right here when you’re done.” Without him standing there distracting you, you’ll probably work three times faster, but it’s not his fault. It’s not his fault you’re a grown woman with a completely impossible crush — it’s more than that but you can’t deal with that right now — on a man who’s so far out of your league that it’s remarkable he even remembers your name.

Mitch disappears into the back, not quite telling the truth about why he had to go back there, but he needs to bide his time. To get you finished up before he came back out.

It doesn't take you long to actually get things sorted out up front. When you had thought that you could clean this place with your eyes closed, you meant it. The jukebox turns to more upbeat songs and you work through it, reminding yourself to just get the hell through the night so you can go home and get him out of your head for a few hours. At least until you have to be back here tomorrow night. Just breathe, and sing along with Leann Rimes on the jukebox to keep yourself amused. That's what you'll do.

In the back, Mitch has basically made himself a little apartment. He doesn't need much and the bar is literally his baby, so he cleans up quickly, wanting to freshen up. When he comes back out, you have just put everything away and are obviously waiting on him to return. The song fades out and slower one starts to pour out of the speakers. "You're done." He hums quietly.

"I've had practice." It's the closest you can get to teasing him tonight, with your head swimming and your palms a little sweaty. You're not your normally boisterous self.

"You do a good job." He praises, walking closer to you and when he's right in front of you, he stops. "So I was wondering if you would do something for me." He ventures softly.

"Of course." No hesitation, no consideration. You would do anything for him.

Smiling, he holds out his hand. “Dance with me.” He orders softly, stepping closer for you to accept his offer.

“I—what?” Somehow your hand has gone up on its own, hovering over his before you even manage to process what he’s asked.

“Dance with me.” He repeats, an amused twinkle in his eyes and a curve of his lips making him appear boyish.

It’s like your brain short circuits even while your body obeys, hand settling lightly in his and feet stepping forward while your mind works in overdrive to understand. You can’t stop yourself from blurting out “Why?” despite the moment being your literal dream come true.

“Because you never ask.” He reasons easily. “And how can I kiss you without a dance first?”

Thankfully the noise that strangles in your throat is more of a squeak than a squawk, and you swallow it before it can become anything absurd or humiliating. From somewhere in the background you can hear Trisha Yearwood on the jukebox and you might be shaking a little, but your other hand finds Mitch’s shoulder just well enough that you don’t stumble. “You…” You start to catch up to the moment as he starts to move to the music, and the surprise on your face is as obvious as your breathlessness. “You…want to kiss me?”

“Been thinking about how you taste.” He admits as he moves you around the open area of the bar. Skirting the tables that now have chairs flipped up on their tops. “Have for a while.”

“I’m…” Embarrassed heat floods your cheeks, warming your entire face right down your neck and chest. “I’m even less subtle than I think I am…aren’t I?”

“‘Bout as subtle as a rattler warning off a poor bastard walkin’ barefoot.” Mitch grins at you.

“Super.” You huff at yourself, sarcasm dripping from both syllables like honey. “Thank you for bein’ nice to my dumb ass, then.”

“Wondered why you took so long.” Mitch admits. “Got impatient, so I decided to make the move.”

“Sort of thought I was invisible to you,” you admit quietly, letting him lead you through basic steps even though you know damn well the man has moves. It’s you who can’t dance for shit, so he’s being nice again.

He snorts and shakes his head. “Dead wrong.” He tells you. “Just didn’t want you to think I was a creepy boss.”

“I was the creepy employee instead, I guess,” you huff, needing to laugh so that you don’t let your cheeks get as hot as a volcano.

“Thought it was kind of cute, myself.” Mitch drawls. “But….” He lifts a brow at you teasingly. “If we’re gonna do this—” he pulls his hand off your waist to motion between the two of you, “you gotta initiate sometimes. Can’t just be me chasin’ you.” He winks. “You gotta chase back.”

Being thoroughly embarrassed but elated are apparently two sides of the same coin for you, as there is no competition between expressions on your face — just one bright, disbelieving smile that makes you feel lighter than air. “If I had known you felt this way, I would’ve said something a long time ago.”

“It all works out in the end.” He promises, smirking at you softly. The music plays and the two of you sway around the bar, getting comfortable with the closeness of your bodies pressed together.

“Suppose so.” It’s whole actual years of yearning on your part, but you’re not about to second guess this moment. Not by a long shot. Not when he fits even more perfectly against you than you’d dreamed. “Suppose it’s all about what happens next.”

“Yeah.” The songs slowly starts to fade out and he comes to a stop with you still in his arms. “So.” He murmurs, lifting a brow. “What do you want to happen next?”

“I believe…” You quirk your head at him and feel your cheeks heat up all over again. “A kiss was mentioned?”

“Yes it was.” He flashes you a roguish grin and leans on, nudging your nose with his. “So, sweetheart…dance with me.” He orders right before he presses his lips to yours.

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buddie-buddie · 2 years ago

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be the lightning in me (strike relentless)

co-writer: @princessfbi 6x12 coda - 1.3k - g - read on ao3

“You died, Buck. You’re gonna feel a lot of different ways about that. Sometimes all at the same time. I found the best way to process it is to… allow yourself to feel it.”

“How do you feel about that?” The question’s been burning at the tip of Buck’s tongue since he first woke up, since he came out of the coma. Since he first saw the darkness hiding beneath Eddie’s relieved smile– lingering in his features, clinging to the shadows beneath his eyes and the stubble across his jaw.

Ever since, the question’s been swimming in his mind, itching at his skin, begging to be asked. To be answered.

Eddie sighs, suddenly very much occupied with trimming the crusts off of Christopher’s sandwich. “Buck–”

“No, I– I’m serious,” Buck presses. He has to know. He can’t bear it any longer. “E-Everyone keeps asking me how I feel. But who’s asking you?”

Eddie sets the knife down on the counter with a small huff. He walks over to the fridge, completely dodging the question. “You think Chris would rather have blueberries or grapes?”

“Grapes,” Buck doesn’t miss a beat. “Eddie.” Buck pushes because Eddie is the one person who pushes back and Buck doesn’t know why Eddie won’t even look at him.

“Don’t ask me that, Buck.”

It isn’t a request.

Buck’s breath hitches, trapped somewhere in the back of his throat because it isn’t a request. It isn’t a command. It isn’t anything more than a raw, unfiltered plea from somewhere deep in Eddie’s chest.

Buck doesn’t move. Moving feels dangerous. Like he’s waiting for lightning to strike again, but instead of him, it’s Eddie up on that ladder.

But he needs Eddie to push back. How else is Buck supposed to remember that any of this is real?

“Why not?” He asks, just as raw. Just as much of a plea. Maybe even a little more desperate.

There’s something unreadable in Eddie’s expression. His voice is quiet when he speaks, rough in a way it only ever gets when thick with emotion. “Because I don’t want to lie to you.”

“Then don’t.” He swallows around the dryness that’s suddenly appeared in his throat. “I died.” Saying it out loud, saying it seriously , for the first time makes his heart slam into his ribcage.

“Yeah.” Eddie draws in a long, shaky breath, He scrubs his hand over his face, his chest rising and falling slowly. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. A moment Buck clings to because he’s starting to understand just how much can be missed in a moment. Eddie braces himself against the countertop, fists clenching so tight his knuckles turn white. “It felt like a part of me died, too.”

The push. Buck feels it as the words nudge against his chest and find their way in between his ribs. The words are frank, strong. But they feel like they could shatter any second anyway.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Buck holds his breath. “Pretend I don’t.”

“Because when your heart stopped so did mine.” Eddie says, brave and heartbroken all at once. His gaze cuts to Buck and it’s like being struck by lightning all over again. “I love you.”

Eddie’s never said that before. Not without man or dude tacked onto the end of it. And never with such a softness to it. Never with the words dripping with reverence. Never like this. It sends Buck into a tailspin, his chest squeezing and his heart pounding as he replays the three words over in his mind. His pulse hammers in his ears.

“Eddie,” he breathes.

Eddie’s chin trembles before he bites his cheek and looks away. “You were just hanging there and I– I couldn’t pull you up.” His voice breaks.

“I’m sorry.” The shaky edge to Buck’s voice wasn’t there a minute ago.

The sound Eddie barks out is harsh and catches in his nose as he shakes his head. “You don’t—”

He stops himself with a hand to his mouth, pushing away the bite of his words. Eddie curls his arms around himself like he’s trying to hold himself from splitting in two and it makes something in Buck ache.

“You don’t have to apologize for being struck by lightning, Buck,” Eddie says, softer, gentler but just as certain. There’s forgiveness in his eyes all the same.

Buck rises from his barstool, walking around the island until he’s closed the distance between them. He reaches for Eddie’s hands, taking them in his own as he meets Eddie’s eyes. “And you don’t have to blame yourself for what happened to me.”

Eddie’s gaze drops and Buck knows what Eddie’s instincts were telling him. He knows because his own are screaming at him to do the same, begging himself to stop exposing the throbbing live wire of a nerve they’d bandaged and pretended wasn’t hurting.

Eddie barely gets the space to swerve before Buck is grabbing onto the first thing he can reach. Eddie’s hips are warm and soft beneath the harsh fabric of his jeans, giving to the slight pressure of Buck’s fingertips as he holds on.

Eddie swallows, trying to back away, but Buck follows because if he doesn’t, he doesn’t think he would be able to find this moment again. The counter keeps them pinned and Buck dips down to catch Eddie’s eyes again.

“Eddie,” he breathes. He’s too close. Close enough that he can count the number of endless lashes framing those hazel eyes. Close enough he can see the heartache swimming behind them. The hope, too. “I’m right here.”

Eddie’s mouth trembles. “But you weren’t.”

“I know,” Buck says. He has the sore chest and the bruises and the lightning branded into his skin to prove it.

“Three minutes, Buck,” Eddie says, his words wet and thick with emotion fighting to break free from his resolve. “For three minutes you weren’t here. And I-I-I can’t…”

“I love you,” Buck says. Pushes because maybe that’s what they both need. Eddie’s eyes flutter closed as he exhales and Buck pushes again. “I love you, too.” The words roll off his tongue effortlessly, like they’ve been waiting a lifetime for the chance. Maybe they have been.

Eddie’s face twitches before he opens his eyes again. Strong, shaky fingers tangle in his t-shirt, holding him there like Eddie doesn’t want Buck to float away.

Not even a hurricane could’ve made Buck move then.

Eddie’s eyes shine as his fingers brush against Buck’s cheek. He touches him like he’s special, not like he’s fragile. Like he’s something precious.

Buck presses his forehead against Eddie’s and a small breath from Eddie ghosts across Buck’s lips. The moment stretches between them like infinity and Buck breathes through the tension of it.

“Please,” Buck manages, the word hanging between them in the space between their lips.

Eddie kisses him and everything settles. The uncertainty snapping like static at the base of his spine softens and the low hum that’s been buzzing beneath Buck’s skin goes quiet.

His blood sings as he melts into Eddie’s touch.

A low sigh escapes his lips as Eddie pulls away too soon and Buck can’t help but chase after him.

“I love you,” Buck murmurs. He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of saying it, doesn’t think he’ll ever lose sight of the wonder that comes from being in love with Eddie and from being loved by Eddie in return.

Eddie kisses him again and Buck’s breath hitches, warmth exploding behind his chest. He makes a tiny, contented noise in the back of his throat. He’s never felt more alive.

Buck was dead, but Eddie brought him back. In more ways than one.

Eddie breathes life into him in a way he hadn’t realized he so desperately needed, clinging to the inside of his lungs and permeating his soul on the deepest level. They’re two halves of one whole.

Eddie brings their joined hands to his lips and lets his lips ghost across Buck’s knuckles. And with that, the last of the ache in Buck’s chest ebbs away like the tide beneath a full moon, his heart called home to Eddie’s like waves to the sea.

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schlattslambo · 2 years ago

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study buddies - final part

i really hope you guys are liking this series! its my first time writing a 3 part story so i’m really enjoying it personally!

warnings: 18+!!!, smut, choking, throat fucking, exhibitionism (akiteru is in the other room), degradation, spit, spanking, hair pulling, akiteru uses that nickname again towards the end, and aftercare!

again minors please gtfo and do your homework

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"Let's put that pretty little mouth to good use, yeah?"

Your mouth nearly starts to water as you nod.

"I need verbal consent, y/n." Tsukishima says, hands on his hips. "I need you to tell me if you want this."

"Please sir," You nearly beg. "I need it."

You're sitting on the floor now, kneeling as you look up at Tsukishima. He tugs his sweatpants down, revealing his light gray boxers. There's a small wet spot at the tip of the outline of his cock, making you lick your lips. Tsukishima smirks down at you.

"What a little whore," He muses with a grin, running his hand through your hair. "Go ahead and pull my boxers down."

You do as you're told, feeling yourself get dizzy in anticipation. Suddenly, his cock springs up, slapping his stomach softly. A bead of precum sits on the head, slowly dripping down. Despite Tsukishima's lanky and thin appearance, his cock is anything but.

The head is a soft pink, and it's long and thick. His hair is neatly trimmed. You watch as Tsukishima slowly fuck his fist, hissing slightly.

"You just gonna stare at my cock, slut?" He asks. "Or are you gonna do what you're told?"

You shift on your knees, licking your lips as you move closer to him.

"Do what I'm told." You say softly.

"Good girl." Tsukishima's praise nearly sends a shiver through you. "Open wide."

You open your mouth, tongue rolling between your lips. Tsukishia taps the head of his cock on your tongue a few times, watching as you look up at him. He slowly inserts himself into your mouth, ignoring the small whimpers and gags that you make.

You'd never done anything like this before. Sure, you've absolutely thought about it (on multiple occasions), but have never gone through with it. Tsukishima tastes even better than you ever would have imagined. You relax your throat as Tsukishima eases his way in, making your eyes water. Your stomach lurches as you gag, a single tear falling down your left cheek.

"Taking me so well," Tsukishima grunts, moaning softly. "You're such a slut, letting me fuck your mouth while my brother's in the other room."

You whimper around his cock, making him throw his head back. Tsukishima starts thrusting into your mouth, making your drool trip down your chin. He grips your hair as his thrusts get faster and harder. You hold onto his thighs as his balls slap against your chin.

The sounds in the room are almost foul as you prayed that Akiteru was listening to music of some sort or was far enough away that he couldn't hear anything. The way you choked and gagged on Tsukishima’s cock, mixed with his moans and the slapping, you were sure that it was being heard.

But you didn't care, you kept your tongue out, occasionally grazing Tsukishima’s balls with the tip, which made his hips stutter. You placed a hand between your legs, fingers circling your clothed clit slowly. You weren't sure if Tsukishima could see you, but you were doing it anyway. You moan on his cock, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Fuck…” Tsukishima moans. “I'm getting close.”

You whine, hips moving on their own. Tsukishima groans, expletives being muttered under his breath as his thrusts grow sloppier.

He pulls out, denying his own orgasm with a heavy sigh.

“Where do you want it?” he asks, attempting to catch his breath.

You gasp for air as his cock leaves your throat, a thick blob of drool and precum falling from your lips.

“H-huh?” you ask, voice slightly hoarse.

“Where do you want my cum?” Tsukishima repeats.

“My throat.” you say softly. “Please. Promise I won't waste a drop.”

The words leave your mouth in such desperation, making Tsukishima smirk.

Without a word, he shoves his cock down your throat once again, thrusts hard and sloppy. Tsukishima’s cock goes down your throat so your nose is plush against his lower stomach. You feel him cum in your throat, gagging on it slightly.

“F-fuck…y/n..” Tsukishima moans, tugging your hair firmly.

He pulls out, cock still hard. You swallow, but a few drops of cum fall onto your chest despite your best efforts.

Tsukishima looks down at you, breathless and tingling all over. He hadn’t cum that hard in so long. He felt like he was falling in love with you. You look up at him, mascara filled tears streaking your cheeks.

“You dropped some.” Tsukishima points out, motioning to your chest.

you whimper, blushing as you look away. “D-didn’t mean to, sir.” you whine.

Tsukishima smirks, forcing you to look at him with a firm tug on your hair.

“You know what bad girls get, dont you?” he asks

You shake your head. In an instant, you’re over Ysukishima’s lap as he’s pulling your pants down. You don't really care that you’re being punished because you're suddenly aware of his brother being in the other room.

“W-wait!” you gasp, reaching back and attempting to grab one of Tsukishima’s wrists. “What if your brother hears?”

Tsukishima chuckles at you, taking the time to pin your wrists behind your back with one of his hands, continuing to pull your pants down.

“So?” he asks. “I don't give a fuck if he hears. You're lucky I don't fuck you against the door so he can hear me making you scream.”

You shiver at his words as his hand rubs your ass. Ye notices the wet spot forming on your panties between your plush thighs, slipping his finger between your legs and rubbing where the wet spot is, watching as it darkens under his touch.

“I want you to count them.” Tsukishima orders, taking his finger away before you can moan. “If you lose count, or forget what number we’re on, I’m starting over. Understand?

“Yes sir.” you breathe.

“Good.”

smack.

You lurch forward, toes curling as you whimper from the pain.

“One.” you gasp.

smack.

“T-two!” your words are muffled by the mattress.

smack.

“Fuck!” you yelp, squirming in Tsukishimas lap.

“Thats not a number, whore.” he says, rubbing his palm on your now red cheeks.

“Three!” you whine, tears pricking your eyes.

Tsukishima tuts under his breath, nibbling his bottom lip. Your ass is slightly warm to the touch as it continues to grow even redder under his hand.

smack.

You arent sure what’s more frustrating. The fact that you could feel Tsukishima getting hard again, or the fact that you were actually enjoying this as you whimpered out a ‘four’ into the mattress. Your toes curled and you squeezed your eyes shut in preparation of the final smack.

“You ready?” Tsukishima asked, drumming his fingertips on one asscheek. “I'm gonna make this one hurt.”

You nod, despite the whine that leaves your lips. “Ready.”

smack.

The cry that left your lips has Tsukishima clamping his hand over your mouth. In a swift motion, your pants are up and you’re in his lap, sniffling and blubbering into his neck.

“You did so good.” Tsukishima says into your hair as he rubs your back. “I'm so proud of you.”

You sniffle and wipe your eyes, looking up at him. His usual snarky expression is gone and a soft one is in its place. If anyone had told you that you would be in Tsukishima Kei’s room, in his lap, crying because he spanked your ass raw, you'd laugh in their face and call them a fucking liar.

A gentle kiss is placed on your lips. Tsukishima smiles as you deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around him.

“You okay shortcake?” he asks as you break the kiss. “Your ass doesn't hurt too bad does it?”

“I'm okay.” you reply. “I…really liked it.”

Tsukishima’s smirk makes you blush as he grips your sore ass. You whimper, grinding your hips involuntarily. Tsukishima groans, leaning over and biting your shoulder softly.

“Well maybe we should have more of these little meetings,” he says.

As he says this, moves and starts kissing your neck. You whine as he sucks a soft purple mark onto the skin. He pulls back, admiring his handiwork just as there’s a knock on the door.

“Kei! Y/n!” he calls. “Cookies are done!!”

Tsukishima adjusts himself as the two of you scramble to clean up. Thankfully your mascara comes off with a few swipes of your fingers. You both attempt to act natural as you walk into the kitchen. You sling your bag over your shoulder as you follow Tsukishima. Akiteru is still wearing his apron, happily offering a warm plate of cookies.

“Thank you,” you smile, taking one happily. “I better get going.”

Tsukishima turns to you.

“Thank you for your help, Tsukki.” you continue, giving Tsukishima a warm smile. “I think I'm actually okay at math now. maybe you can help me with science next?”

Tsukishima nods, giving you a smile against his better judgement.

“I’ll see you later Y/n.” he says.

“Here!” Akiteru says, handing you a large bag of cookies. “Have some for the road.”

“Thank you,” you giggle. “I’ll see you at school.”

You walk out of the house, waving to the two brothers as you start your walk home.

Tsukishima watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face. Akiteru smirks, crossing his arms.

“You know,” he says. “I can tell that studying wasn't the main event back there.”

Tsukishima tenses up.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, turning to his brother and glaring. “Of course we were studying. She’s an idiot who doesn't know math.”

“You arent quiet.” Akiteru says simply. “I heard you moaning, you idiot.”

Tsukishima nearly combusts.

“And don't think I didn't see that hickey you gave her.”

If looks could kill, Akiteru would be on the floor. instead, he just laughed.

“I’m your big brother, Kei-Kei.” he says, smacking a hand onto Tsukishima’s shoulder. “I'm also not an idiot. Just remind me when you’re bringing y/n over again, so I can blare music.”

“Fuck off.”

Tsukishima grabs a few cookies before retreating back to his room. He's gonna need the sustenance after fucking his fist to the thought of you before bed.

it's finally here. the final chapter in the tsukishima is a crappy tutor series. please let me know how you liked it and i'll try and write more lengthy things if that's what y'all like!

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impala-dreamer · 1 year ago

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Prey For Me

A Story From The Boys Universe

~Nothing's worse than being chased through the woods by an all powerful supe... except, maybe, getting caught... ~

Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader

1207 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Cat and Mouse Play, Biting, Breeding, Beautiful. It's porn...

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The forest was endless and the light was starting to fade. The sky above the canopy was ebbing to indigo, flooding the woods with the golden glow of sunset.

Dead leaves crunched beneath your shoes; damp moss slid through the treads, threatening to pull you down. Branches tore at your arms, thorns scraped at your exposed flesh; the trees were relentless, but so was he.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!”

Soldier Boy’s deep voice echoed through the woods, bouncing off of the landscape and vibrating through your chest.

He was after you.

He was pissed.

You were in trouble.

A scream bubbled in your throat but you bit it back, denying him the pleasure of knowing you were terrified.

“Come on, Y/N,” he sang, whistling casually with every other step. “You can’t keep running forever…”

Shaking, you clung to a tree for a brief moment, desperate for a deep breath. “I can try!” you yelled back, instantly cringing when his footsteps silenced.

He was listening, pinpointing, focusing on your location.

“Ain’t no place you can hide.”

His voice was clearer suddenly, closer, as if he’d turned toward you. Panting, you peered through the trees, squinting in the dusky light, but it was useless. His suit was as green as the leaves, his eyes even more so. The forest was the perfect camouflage, the perfect place to track you down and end it all.

“I will find you.”

Rotting wood crackled beneath his boots as he advanced.

“And when I do…”

Trembling, you pushed away from the tree and took off, arms pumping, chest aching.

“You’re mine.”

Your ears were ringing, pulse pounding like a bass drum in your head. On and on you ran, beating away the lower limbs, twisting around trunks, racing for your life.

As you skirted a thick patch of trees, a piercing whistle made you jump and the roots grabbed at your toes, pulling you down. Face in the dirt, you scrambled to get up, but the earth was damp and slippery, the panic in your system too electric.

“There you are.”

Gasping, you spun on the dirt and looked up to see his smug glare and gloating smirk.

“Knew I’d catch you.”

Breathless, you reached for him, fingers grazing the star-embedded fabric covering his upper thigh. “So you did…”

Ben fell to his knees and crawled close. “You didn’t have to run so damned far.”

“Wanted to make it fun for you. Chase down your prey and all…” Your knees spread for him as he approached and you tugged on his sleeves, wanting him closer, faster.

Another smirk lifted his plump lips as he set his hands aside your head and hovered over you. Hair fell into his eyes as he dipped to kiss you, lips ghosting your mouth, breath teasing, hot and delicious. “Hope you’re not too tired though…”

You locked your legs around his trim hips and kicked his ass with your heels, pushing him into you. “Never.”

He bit down on your bottom lip, growling as the adrenaline peaked. His kiss was rough and hungry, his tongue laced with whiskey and lust. You clawed at his suit, scratched at the nape of his neck, tugged your fingers through his hair, needing more.

“Well,” you teased, lips at his ear while he nibbled on your pulse. “You got me. What’re you gonna do about it?”

He moved fast, ripping his way through your clothing, shredding the fabric at your breasts and cunt.

“I’m gonna bruise you…”

His suckling kiss was dangerous, nearly breaking the skin around your nipples as he toyed with each in turn.

“Gonna bleed you, breed you, make you scream…”

His teeth were viscous, scraping the delicate flesh wherever he pleased, making his way down.

When you reached for him, he swatted you away. When you tried again, he pinned your arms above your head. He was insatiable, his lust almost canibalistic the way he bit down into your shoulder, licked at your hips, tore at your thighs.

“Please-”

Your body was aching, blood boiling beyond what you thought was safe. Every cell was screaming for him.

“Ben- Please!”

Green eyes shot upwards and slick, slightly swollen lips curled devilishly.

Within a breath, he had you where he wanted you; your shoulders pushed deep into the leaves, your back arched, hips high. He dropped down and shoved his tongue between your legs, diving into your cunt without hesitation or preperation. None was needed.

Instant pleasure sparkled through your system and your eyes rolled to the darkening sky. His lips pulsed on your clit, tongue swirled deep inside. He devoured every bit of you, drank down every drop of sweetness you gave up.

Moaning, slurping, humming into you, Ben lost himself in your cunt, feeding on your essence.

“God- Fuck- I- Ben!”

Another swipe of his tongue had you shaking, thighs clamping down around his ears as you came.

He didn’t let the moment linger, flipping you over easily onto your belly. The sweet but murky scent of leaves and dirt flooded your senses as he tugged your ass upwards and yanked down his pants.

His cock slid through your slick and you let out a moan that echoed through the trees.

“Yeah, you want that, don’t you, doll?”

Biting back another cry, you looked back at him, eyes blurred and lustful. “Yes… Please!”

His half-gloved hands clung to your plump hips as he buried himself in deep. The pressure was exquisite and you pushed back, taking him all the way in.

“So fuckin’ tight, damn!”

He hissed with each thrust; jaw clenched and teeth bared as he fucked you on the forest floor.

A victim to his rhythm, you rocked on your knees, kept your face out of the muck. Your body pulsed tight around him and his nails dug into your flesh, breaking the skin just enough to make you scream.

“There it is!” he howled, slapping your ass and grinding in harder. “Gonna fill you up real good… Paint your fuckin’ insides white.”

Tears flooded your vision and the forest blurred into muddled shades of green. The sun was nearly gone and the air was cooling around you as night fell.

He kept you warm.

He kept you on edge, crazed and aching.

Fingers raked through your hair and pulled, yanking your head back viciously. Your spine curved unnaturally and your jaw dropped; eyes wide and tongue out, you took the last thrusts with a strangled cry as he came, gushing into your throbbing cunt.

You fell when he let go, your body vibrating and limp.

Ben tucked himself away, laughing to himself as he looked you over. His cum was dripping down onto the forest floor and he reached down to scoop it up with two thick fingers.

“Hey-” Crouching down, he turned his hand and shoved the two messy fingers up into you. “Don’t waste it…”

You whimpered when he pulled out; raw and overly sensitive. “You’re… fucking amazing,” you whispered, barely able to lift yourself off the ground.

Dark lashes fell, green eyes narrowed on your face. Sucking in his bottom lip, he let it fall away with a slow scrape of teeth.

“I know,” he grinned. “I know.”

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horrorxxsapphic · 5 months ago

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MILK - DAISY JONES x Fem!READER

Summary: Based of the song "MILK" by the 1975, Daisy is strung out of her mind in the nights of New York City looking for a hit and gets hooked on something or someone else....

minors dni

Warnings: active addiction, use of drugs, angst, fingering (r receiving), oral (D receiving), multiple orgasms, car sex, scissoring, squirting (r), lesbian sex!!

-Ignore the logistics of hooking up in a van and just enjoy the vibes :)

Wc: 2k

[ The straight lines, they unwind you, She does a little thing with her eyes that says, "We're off soon". She says the bleeding's incidental 'cause she's so cool. She said, "I'm no fun if you've only a bottle of wine” And now she's doing it all the time ]

Daisy had impulsively relapsed a few days ago and had been on a faded streak of getting high on whatever was handed to her and coming down to nothing but a weak sweating pile of skin and bones swearing she wasn’t gonna touch that stuff again, she was in a desperate cycle of pleading and feining.

She ditched her friends and her band, really anyone who knew her trying to get lost in herself. She wanted to fall off the map completely, she wanted to melt into the powdery crystals of her drug of choice. Waining in and out of her mind for days on end as she’s grown comfortable with this unstable state. It’s her inside pleading that puts the fear of god into her, which prompts her to keep going on with her high.

She’s almost out of coke and has to scourge around dingy places of her hideout city to try and score, Daisy completely disregards her safety in this situation as only one thing matters to her at this moment. She puts on a skimpy outfit that consists of a tight black mini-skirt with sheer laced thigh-high stockings that have small holes in them, a thin black sports bra, and thick wedged heels. She didn’t look like herself and this puts her at ease.

She incoherently stumbles out the front of her busy-bodied hotel already high on the last bits of blow she had, already on a hungry hunt for more with the thick red carpeted floor shifting beneath her feet making her feel a little nauseous. Daisy’s too out of her mind to take in the welts appearing on her milky long legs caused by the whipping wind around her.

“Taxi!” she wails out with her painted ring-clad hands waving through the City’s night to the yellow vehicle slowing down in front of her in front of her, she pulls on the rough handle before slamming herself down on the uncomfortable clear plastic seat cover closing the heavy car door.

“Where to?” The husky voice on the other side of the divider calls out, Daisy can’t really see his face with how dark it is. But has a slight chance of making out his features when a slow and brightly lit bus passes by, the old man has weak brown eyebags and a gray-trimmed beard. She sticks her tongue in her cheek giving a troublesome look to the eyes of her driver in the rearview mirror, “Wherever the music and booze is flowing sir”. The car starts to slowly drive off as she winds the window in taking in the lucid view of how alive the city is at night.

‘This is where I’m meant to be’ she thinks to herself letting the chopping wind dance through her red stands as the cold touches her numb nose.

…..

Daisy finds herself in front of a lively “Dyke bar” The laminating sign reads out, she shakingly steps in looking around to fulfill a “one stone two birds” kind of situation. Scoring some blow and having a good fuck, one of those things was needed more than the other right now. She could feel the stares of warm-bodied women eyeing her but none looked like they could give her what she needed, Daisy pushed her way into the pink interior bathroom when she was met with a beautiful surprise.

“Fuck sorry” the girl stuttered out, wiping the white substance from her nose, Daisy looked at her, then looked through her taking her all in. Her big brown eyes, full plushy pink lips, and shiny black hair. The girl stood frozen staring into Daisy’s wondering eyes with a smirk, she held out the rolled-up dollar bills peacefully offering Daisy a hit.

“I’m Camila by the way” she so innocently stated, Daisy liked how perverse this situation looked. Camila looked too perfect to be sniffing coke off the dirty sink at dyke bar, too pure. “Thanks, and I’m Daisy by the way” the redhead slurs, gently taking the dollar from Camila as their fingers gently brush against each other. Camila softly gasps at this interaction as Daisy lines the used bill up at her nostril and takes a quick inhale.

“Fuck” she mumbles to herself as she picks her head back up to meet the welcoming eyes of the beauty before her, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” the black-haired girl quizzes, leaning her hips to the pink and white tiles of the quiet bathroom. “I don’t exist so… probably not” Daisy sarcastically spits out before handing the bill back to Camila.

“You’re Daisy Jones aren’t you, I love your voice, and your lyri-” Before Camiia could even finish, Daisy put her lips on Camila’s soft ones not wanting to be reminded of her past self that would dreadfully be forced back into her if caught by her friends. Camila pulls away and is greeted by the swollen pupils of her green-eyed partner, she knows this isn’t a good idea but she wants this so bad - she wants her so bad.

……

They couldn’t even make it to Daisy’s hotel before they started grabbing and whining at each other, Camila’s back was currently pressed against the cold seats of her old van with Daisy on top of her with her knee lightly pressed against Camila’s throbbing clit. “Please touch me” The black-haired girl could barely get out, Daisy’s eyes full of arousal with her now darkened pupils glaring down at Camila as she softly rolled her hips against her knee.

Daisy lifted her knees causing Camila's breath to get caught in her throat as Daisy's fingers danced across her chest, the tips of her breasts hardening in response. The gentle rocking of the van seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of their heartbeats, the only sound was the soft rustle of clothing and the heavy breathing that filled the air.

Daisy's hands slid beneath Camila's shirt, her palms cupping the soft mounds of her breasts. Camila's eyes fluttered closed as Daisy's thumbs teased her nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. The rockstar's touch was like a symphony, every note, every stroke, every caress a masterpiece of pleasure.

With a gentle tug, Daisy freed Camila's breasts from the confines of her bra, her nipples springing free with a slight bounce. The air was heavy with desire, the scent of sweat and perfume hanging like a mist around them. Daisy's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Camila's breast before centering on one pert nipple. The sensation was like nothing Camila had ever experienced – a vortex of pleasure that threatened to consume her entire being.

As Daisy's mouth closed around her nipple, Camila's back arched, her body bowing to the sensation. The rockstar's suction increases slightly, "Oh yes..." Camila's voice trailed off as Daisy's tongue flicked against the sensitive skin, her teeth nipping gently. Daisy's eyes locked onto Camila's, the connection between them crackling with electricity. Building in intensity, each pull of her mouth was a tiny explosion of pleasure. Camila's hands tangled in Daisy's hair, holding her close as the world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of desire.

A thin string of saliva trailed from Daisy’s mouth to Camila’s nipples as she pulled away, Camila pinched at her pointed tips rubbing Daisy’s residue around while slowly thrusting up - begging for attention on her dripping cunt. Daisy worked her way down Camila's body, her hands sliding up her thighs, her fingers dancing across the edge of her shorts. Camila's hips bucked, her body begging for more. Daisy obliged, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, stroking the wet heat within.

Camila's back arched, her body trembling on the cusp of release, and without breaking eye contact Daisy slid her middle finger between Camila's legs, the softness of Camila's folds like silk beneath her touch. Camila's hips bucked upward, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Daisy's finger began to circle, teasing the sensitive skin.

The air was electric, the tension between them a palpable, living thing causing a soft whine out her the girl underneath her, "Shh, baby," Daisy cooed, her touch feather-light as she explored the warm, wet folds of Camila's pussy. "Let me take care of you" the teasing eyes of Daisy practically scream as they rake over the girl's body. Camila's response was a moan, her body arching upwards as Daisy's fingers began to move, slow, deliberate strokes that left her gasping for air. Camila's world narrowed down to the touch of Daisy's fingers as her pussy clenched around her fingers as Daisy continued to tease her sopping wet hole.

Daisy's thumb joined the fray, applying gentle pressure to Camila's swollen clit. Camila's eyes rolled back, her body arching upward as Daisy's fingers danced in tandem, the rhythm building and building."Oh, fuck Daisy," Camila breathed, her voice ringing in Daisy’s ear. Daisy's response was to lean in, her lips brushing against Camila's ear as she whispered, "You're so wet, Camila. So good to me."

Camila's hips seemed to move of their own accord, pushing against Daisy's fingers as they slid deeper, exploring every inch of her. The van's interior was a blur, a haze of sweat and smoke and desire that seemed to pulse with every beat of Camila's heart. As Daisy's fingers worked their magic, Camila felt herself building, her orgasm coiling tight in her warm stomach, waiting to be released.

The wet sloshing of Camila’s greedy cunt filling the silence of the car as she begins to drip onto the seats, Daisy’s arousal grows at the sight. The red-haired girl added another finger stretching out Camila, her left hand gripping the hand grip above her as her other hand replaced Daisy’s as she began to frantically rub on her raised bud. Daisy spreads Camila’s legs wider trying to get a more perverted look at the view of three of her fingers inside of the weeping girl underneath her. In a flash of heat and color, it was upon her, her body shuddering as Daisy's fingers brought her to the edge and over, sending her tumbling into a sea of pleasure.

“FUCK right there, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I'm cumming” The younger girl yelped which turned into nonsense as her swollen cunt begins to spasm around the rockstars tight digits. Her eyes show all white as her fingers on her clit don’t ease up just yet. “Cum all over my fingers, fuck you’re so hot” Daisy whines watching Camila ride out her orgasm on her fingers.

Camila's body began to float back down to reality, she felt like she was melting into the seat underneath her, her muscles liquefying like warm honey. The echoes of her orgasm still resonated through her body, leaving her breathless and wanting. Daisy slowly removed her fingers as her gaze wandered up Camila's body, taking in the rise and fall of her chest, the gentle curve of her breasts, and the soft, golden glow of her skin

Camila’s legs trembled still feeling the waves of her intense orgasm, but not shakey enough as she turned to take control. She gently pushed Daisy's legs apart fumbling with her skirt under the dim car light above them, her eyes locked on the glistening wetness between them. "I want to taste you, I'm not letting go until you come all over my face,” she whispers, Daisy's eyes fluttered closed, a sly smile spreading across her face as Camila's hot breath danced across her skin.

Camila buried her face in Daisy's drenched pussy, her tongue working its magic as Daisy's cries of pleasure filled the air, her hips bucking wildly as Camila's tongue worked its way deeper into her core. Daisy's hips arched upward, her fingers tangling in Camila's hair as she moaned softly undeniably getting pussy drunk of Daisy’s sweet cunt. The sound sent shivers down Camila's spine, and she plunged her tongue even deeper, lapping up Daisy's juices hungrily. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, her hips already beginning to squirm.

Daisy's legs began to quiver, her body trembling beneath Camila's touch as she lapped and sucked, her mouth moving in time with Daisy's ragged breathing. Daisy's moans grew louder, more insistent. Camila's arousal spiked as her clit throbbed once more, she could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, her body responding to the erotic symphony playing out in the back of the van.

Camila's fingers slid higher, her thumbs parting Daisy's folds, exposing her to the warm, golden light of the room. Daisy's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back as Camila's mouth continuously sucked on her clit. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of pleasure.

"Camila.." Daisy whined, her voice trembling. Daisy's body tensed, her back arching off the seat as she came hard. Camila's tongue rode the wave of her orgasm, drinking in every drop of her release. As the last shudders subsided, Daisy's body began to shudder and convulse, Camila's tongue never faltered, lapping up every drop of her juices as she came hard against her face. And when Daisy finally collapsed back against the seat exhausted and spent, Camila smiled, her chin glistening with Daisy's cum as she promised.

As Daisy slowly descended from the euphoric high of her orgasm, she felt Camila's warm breath on her inner thighs, her gentle licks and nuzzles a soothing balm to her sensitive skin. The room was a haze of sweat and desire, the air thick with the scent of their passion. Camila gazed up at Daisy with adoring eyes, her lips curled into a sly smile as she savored the taste of Daisy's climax.

Daisy's chest heaved with each ragged breath, her eyes fluttering open to meet Camila's. For a moment, they simply locked gazes as Daisy reached down to tangle her fingers in Camila's hair, gently tugging her up for a deep, languid kiss.

The kiss was a slow burn, a sensual exploration of lips and tongues that left them both breathless. As they broke apart, Daisy's eyes flashed with a newfound intensity, her dominance awakening - coming back to her senses. She grasped Camila's shoulders, her fingers digging into the tender skin as she pulled her in for another kiss, this one fierce and demanding.

"I want you, Camila," Daisy growled, her voice low and husky. "I want to feel you cum, beneath me,"

Camila's eyes sparkled with excitement, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she nodded eagerly. "I'm yours, Daisy. Take me."

Without another word, Daisy spun Camila around, fumbling to get into positions. Daisy sunk down on Camila making their bodies align in perfect sync as they began to line each other's hungry pussies to one another and begin rubbing with lust, their legs intertwining like snakes. The air was filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, the sound echoing through the room like a primal drumbeat.

"Oh, fuck, Camila," Daisy moaned, her hips pistoning against Camila's as they blend together. "You feel so good, so tight and hot."

Camila's responses were fragmented, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps and whimpers as Daisy's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place. "Daisy, oh God...harder...please..."

Daisy obliged, her movements becoming more intense, more frenzied, as she drove them both toward the edge of oblivion. The room was a blur of sweat-drenched skin and tangled hair, the only sound was the relentless rhythm of the slapping of their wet cunts together.

Daisy's hands roamed Camila's body, her fingers pinched Camila's nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks, "Oh, fuck, yes," Camila panted, her voice rising to a shriek as Daisy's thigh ground against her clit.

Daisy's response was a dirty, husky laugh, her eyes flashing with dominance. "You're going to come for me?” She teases in a moan. Daisy's grip tightened, her body pistoning against Camila's, their hips slamming together in a blur of motion. "Daisy, oh God, I'm...I'm going to..." Camila's voice trailed off, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge. "I think I’m - gonna squirt" Camila cried. "Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum too. Fucking do it” Daisy growled, her voice low and menacing as she rocked harder. And with a strangled cry, Camila's body gave in, a gush of liquid heat spilling out as she came, her body shuddering against Daisy as she came too. Both released drawled cries as their rocking calmed to a sweaty halt.

"Oh fuck." Camila breathed, her voice shaking with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She looked down at the mess she had made, her face burning with heat. The back of her van, once a tidy and organized space, was now touched with her juices.

Daisy, still wrapped around her, chuckled and kissed the side of Camila's neck. "I take it that was a first?" she whispered, her voice husky with amusement. Camila nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. "Yeah... I didn't know I could do that." Daisy's fingers danced across Camila's stomach, tracing the curves of her abdomen. "You're full of surprises, Cami.”

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ma1dmer · 1 year ago

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Vampire the Masquerade - Cuthbert Beckett NSFW

i am gonna impregnate this man

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he'll run his claws through your hair ,press a kiss to your forehead and probably return to his research , wouldn't mind you joining him even if its just to nap next to him, he’ll keep a hand in your hair as he reads through various texts and books while you rest before he probably has to rest as well, his body forcing him at that point to join you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he knows he is a handsome man, he knows people want him but thinking of something specific for his body, or anyone's body if we are being honest, seems so pointless to him, vanity is such a mortal matter after all and beauty is flitting, he says with a sharp and knowing grin, since he knows he is immortal and very much considered hot. he likes different things on different partners. Different things that have his eyes wandering ,and provide some sort of distraction in his day to day.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): out of sight out of mind, hates having to clean up everything after he is done

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he is definitely a switch, depends on the person he is with of course and what they bring out in him, its always exciting to see how things will go, he likes to be surprised

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has spent so many years on this earth ,of course he has quite the experience, and it shows, whore

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he loves taking you from behind, while he is doing his research he beckons you over before bending you over his desk ,scolding you if you crumple any paper or spill ink on his precious books

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he seems like someone who would be very intense, but if you can't enjoy and be light-hearted with someone you bed whats the point, that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy teasing you if you get overwhelmed and unable to keep up

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he doesn't care to trim or shave, especially considering he is a gangrel

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is both incredibly smooth and all types of romantic interactions fly right over his head, it really depends on the mood he is and how deep he is lost in his books, he could have you wrapped around his finger with poetry from aeons ago , and promises of the most delicious things, but also you could stand in front of him entirely naked and he’d get frustrated at you only raising his head from some ancient scroll and asking you what you want

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): enjoys being given a show, he likes knowing how much you want him, wants to watch you pleasure yourself, his only help his hand rubbing your knee as he keeps his eyes fixed on you memorising every detail of your expressions and body

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): voyeurism, maybe one(1) daddy here and there but nothing more, some minor roleplaying , naughty librarian? desperate ghoul etc etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he prefers to keep such matters behind closed doors

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): being challenged, he likes people that run their mouths as much as he does, he does get frustrated at first and annoyed meeting someone his equal, but he would be bored otherwise, and all that frustration does make for delicious tension that bleeds into his more carnal needs

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): he hates being pulled away from important work, he’ll tell you once, that he is busy and does not want to be disturbed and expects you to listen, if he hasn’t told you so , he is open to being distracted but you can tell when he wants you to fuck off somewhere else, of course in kinder terms

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he loves both, he is very very very thorough when he gives, knows how to keep his claws and teeth out of the way , or not if its the danger you like, and he definitely won’t say no to a pretty little thing on their knees for him

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): it depends ,he loves simply taking his pleasure from you fast and rough, but also simply having you spread out for him ,taking his time with you until you tremble

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan, hates being taken away from his research will click his tongue in annoyance if you bother him

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is a naturally curious man that thirsts for knowledge so it comes to reason to assume that extends to his more private matters as well

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): considering what he is and the fact he is pretty powerful i would say his stamina is unparalleld, it takes him a while to get in the mood but once he is , he tends to lose time, and can go for honestly far too long ,you’ll be crying before he pulls away confused like , what happened, check the clock and see its the next day or something, those damn vampires

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he can definitely appreciate them, he is slightly too old fashioned to truly enjoy them for himself, but he does enjoy the fantasy of stuffing you with a toy before letting you walk away, however the idea of you potentially getting in danger or being humiliated stops him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is quite the tease, likes holding you down by the scruff of your neck, using your body while teasing you with his words, speaking almost matter of factly about how desperate you are for him

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): besides his teasing words he is so quite, sometimes you forget he is behind you when he has you bent over and you turn to make sure he hasnt simply left the room but he'll press your head back down and tell you he was just admiring you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): absolutely uses nicknames when he addresses you teasingly, pet or darling depending on the mood

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): knot? knot!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): quite low, he is very in control of his needs, he likes when you want him and he chooses when he allows himself to want you, when he can afford the time to indulge both of your interest

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): if he could never sleep he’d probably be a happy man , so much work to do, so much research

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thecandywrites · 8 months ago

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Monster Marcjh 2024 - Day 5- Cervitaur

The Velvet Spa

So, same setting, different characters this time. But here's the piece from last year.

The Velvet Spa is a medical spa specifically geared towards tuars of all kinds, either bi-pedal or quadrapedal- of every kind. They do winter coat removal/de-shedding in the spring. Antler growth supliments and special velvet shampoo to help your antlers grow to be the best that they can be. Hoof trimmings year round. Horn shaping and polishing if you have horns vs antlers. Velvet stripping in the fall and antler shedding in the winter and normal- massages, hair styling, facials, eyelash extensions. Micro-dermabrasion, dermaplaning, botox injections.

And in case you're wondering, yes I was absolutely inspired by Girl With The Dogs on Youtube.

As always, thank you to @borealwrites for making an amazing Monster March 2024 Prompt List.

Monster March 2024 Day 5- Taurs -

The Velvet Spa

“Thank you for calling The Velvet Spa, this is Charlize, how can I help you?” You answered the phone when it rang in the back from it overflowing the calls in the front. It was the spring, that meant deshedding appointments out the wazoo, overbooked schedules and the phone practically ringing off the hook.

“Charlie! I’m so glad I caught you!” Came the all too familiar voice from the other side of the phone as your shoulders dropped and you almost regretted picking up the phone. Everytime Otto called- it meant, he needed a favor. Big ones. And right now- was not the time to be calling in those favors. It was spring de-shedding time. The place was super busy, your day was booked solid.

“Otto, I’m booked solid Bud.” You immediately told him.

“Really? Come on, please? I need a huge favor for a friend. It’s an emergency!” Otto proclaimed.

“Then go to the Emergency Room.” You insisted.

“Not that kind of emergency. Come on, please? Name your price Charlie, I need a Hail Savior. Please. I’m desperate and I know you’ll come through. And you’re the best de-shedder in there. And it’s not for me, it’s for a friend. He’s here for a big business thing and he’s from the East Coast and he’s only here for a couple weeks, but he started to shed his winter coat last night and today he’s miserable. And no one de-sheds like you do. I gave him your card and recommended you specifically.” Otto insisted.

“Then why isn’t he calling me?” You asked.

“He did! Several times! But you’ve been busy with clients! He tried talking to the front desk people but he got the run around and they can’t get him in while he’s here, he leaves in a few days. But his proposal and big meet is tomorrow morning. My Man can not work his magic and make this deal if he’s sweating his own fur off into his suit, which that’s not good for anyone. It’s a really big deal. It’s his future on the line. Come on Charlie. Please? If you’d just stay late, I’ll buy you dinner, anywhere you want to go or give you a gift card, or bottle of wine or whatever you want. Please. I’ll even make a down payment on half of his services if you can just get him in. Please?” Otto begged as you took a deep breath and a long exhale.

“Fine. Is he there with you?” You asked.

“Yes! Thank you. Yeah, let me get him. I’ll make it up to you when I get paid again.” Otto insisted.

“I’ll take a gift card, for at least a hundred dollars. And you’re lucky you’re family Otto. You’re costing me a dinner date.” You grumbled as you had to pull out your phone and shoot a text to your date that you had to work late and would need to reschedule. You should know better than to try to have any kind of social life during the spring de-shedding season.

But the date just blew you off for being a “catfish” for dodging another date with him. Oh fuck this dude. You were gonna be making bank tonight. You didn’t have time for his shit anyway. You quickly blocked his ass while you waited for your second cousin to get his “friend” on the phone as he walked through the office building he worked in.

“Ok, Charlie, meet my friend Antony. Antony, meet Charlize, aka Charlie.” Otto quickly introduced when he handed the phone over.

“Hi, Charlize was it?” You heard another voice offer.

“Hi Antony. My name is Charlize, friends call me Charlie. What can I do for you?” You asked in your nicest tone you could muster.

“I desperately need a deshedding appointment.” He confessed.

“Of course, let me look up my schedule real quick to see when I can squeeze you in.” You offered when you looked up the schedule on your phone and tried to find an opening.

“Please, thank you so much for this, it’s an emergency. I have a big presentation at work tomorrow. And I can’t go in looking like a patchy schmuck.” He pleaded as your eyebrows knitted. It had been a little while since you last heard the term ‘schmuck’. But he was from the East Coast, lingo was absolutely localized you suppose.

“Well, here’s the thing, I think I can squeeze you in at 7. But since it’s an emergency evening appointment, it’s usually double for those.” You warned.

“Make it triple. I need the works. I need a deshedding treatment and a conditioning treatment as well as a proper full body blow out and brush.” He answered as you nodded in understanding, you figured. You pulled up Otto’s file and filed this under an ‘Emergency Appointment for Friends and Family’ and made an opening in your schedule only to immediately fill it out for this guy as you started adding all of these services to the appointment.

“Ok. I can do that.” You nodded in agreement.

“And you said it was at 7 right?” He asked.

“Yes. If you could get here at a quarter till, that would be best.” You urged him.

“I’ll definitely be there. I just woke up this morning and with my morning shower, clogged the drain and all day, I feel like I keep dropping clumps of hair under my clothes and I look like a yearling getting their first spring shed, I practically have spots again.” He complained.

“Oh you poor thing. You know if you get straight lye…” You began.

“It’ll eat the hair in the drain. Yeah. I know. Already did that at the AirBnB I’m staying in while I’m here.” He confirmed.

“Good. I would hate for you to have plumbing problems on top of everything else.” You grinned as you set up his services in the system and the appointment.

Dang it. You were not going to be able to get food until at least 8:30 now. But this guy was about to drop some serious coin at this appointment and even if he left you a minimal tip, it would be enough to buy you dinner at least.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good. Thank you so much for getting me in and getting me in so quickly. Can I like- get you dinner after or something?” He thanked you with overwhelming gratitude.

“Nah you’re good. I get it, you’re here on business and you’re in a pinch and most people have no control over when they go into the rut or their velvet dies, or when their bodies decide to shed their winter coats. I’m glad I could get you in Antony. I hope you crush it tomorrow.” You offered.

“Now, I have to take you to dinner.” Antony tried to offer as you could hear his smile through the phone.

“Really, Antony, you don’t have to, it’s ok. Plus, my boyfriend is making me a rack of lamb for dinner anyway.” You tried to lie. The last thing you needed was a pity date from Mr. East Coast - never-gonna-see-him-again.

“Oh, ok. Well, I’ll still see you at seven then. I really appreciate it.” Antony graciously offered.

“You’re welcome. See you at seven.” You offered before you hung up and tried to finish your lunch without eating any hair from any clients. You were going to sweat at least five more pounds of sweat off today in the process. But, your clients needed it.

You finished off your lunch before you grabbed your gloves and went to the waiting room to get your next client.

Every client with fur was coming in for the spring de-shed of their fur. Antler shedding was dead of winter, which was always a big boost for the winter holidays. But only some had antlers, some had horns depending on their species and some genders. But winter coat de-shedding? That was everyone, every version of a taur was coming in for de-shedding appointments now.

And The Velvet Spa? It had the best equipment and the best, most highly trained specialists in the state practically. It was a high end medical spa. And catered to taurs of all kinds.

The spa had special deshedding shower heads. Where a deshedding specialist could get into a large 2 person shower with a client and give them a full body wash with the de-shedding shower heads and de-shedding shampoo and conditioner. Often, the hair catchers around the drain would just be a glob of shed fur that got put into a special trash bag. Then from there, the client would be moved to a dryer box, or “hurricane cage” with the specialist, who now had a special blow dryer nozzle and would blow dry the client out, all over their body and then once the client was blow dried out, inside the special “hurricane cage”. Then they got a full body brushing and deshedding so that all their hair, from head to toe, or head to hoof in other cases, would get brushed out and would lay right. And then, once that was done, the client would look and feel like a brand new person.

Thankfully, you were able to get by- in the afternoon as it turned from afternoon to evening by a few fruit and nut granola bars. It wasn’t real dinner by any stretch of the imagination but it was better than nothing and Bianca kept the snacks overflowing during these times in the year just for this purpose.

You barely made it out to the lobby by 7, after seeing your last client off before you were handed his folder when you saw his receipt stapled to the itemized service order. Holy shit, this man, not only paid for everything you put in here, but left you a huge tip. The largest of the day. Well damn. He meant business.

“Mr. Morrigan?” You called out before a very handsome cervitaur nearly jumped to his feet and hurriedly came up to you. Damn it, you should have said yes to that date with him. Fuck. Why did you lie to him about the whole boyfriend and dinner thing? Because you didn’t want to be the pity date. Of course, it would figure that he would be the sharpest dressed man in the waiting room. Fuck. He must have been Mr. Big Shot. Damn it! He was only here for a few more days, and you’d never see him again. You were looking for something with a lot more permanence in your love life anyway. So you simply put on a polite smile while inwardly kicking yourself.

“Yes, that’s me.” He offered.

“So you’re Otto’s cousin Charlie?” He guessed.

“Yes. I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you Antony.” You shook his hand. Fuck, he may have been shedding, but the man smelled damn good. His cologne was making your mouth water.

“So, big presentation tomorrow eh?” You recalled as you had him follow you to the shower room.

“Yes. It’s a quarterly update, my company got a lot of seed money and it’s a report to the investors on how well said seeds are growing. I’ve been practicing it all week in between being walked through how things are run out here. I’m just really nervous and then to add this surprise shed, might as well be a blown tire on my way to an interview as far as a monkey wrench into things. Normally I have a different place I go to- back east. But I feel silly just flying back, just to get this done, just to try to fly back here in time.” He offered.

“Oh, I totally get it. And yeah, it’s a lot to risk, just to get de-shed, which to most people who don’t have fur- seems kind of a silly thing, but it’s like- trying to do this with a really bad hair cut and getting your hair destroyed by a newbie hair stylist who was trying to give you auburn and ended up giving you neon purple instead. It’s a big deal and it’s important to look and feel your best.” You readily explained.

“Yes! Exactly!” He nodded.

“Well, I’m glad I could get you in and this totally counts as a total emergency. Well, here’s your room. Get undressed, put on the bathrobe and then leave the room by the door on the other side. I’ll be locking the room from this side so that no one can come in and steal anything while you’re getting your fur de-shed. Ok? And I’ll meet you on the other side.” You offered before you locked the door and then put his paperwork in the file holder outside the room before you quickly walked around and entered the spa from the back and got your bay prepared while he undressed.

He came out the other side, with just a towel around his waist. God damn, he was jacked and hulking. He must have had one hell of a rack over the winter too. Figures, of course he was, this could not get any better or, worse depending on your point of view. He may have had at least four inches of fur all over, but you could see those pecks and abs from here. Lord have mercy. God damn it, a pity date with Mr. Gorgeous didn’t sound so bad now did it?

“Ok, we’re in here.” You gestured to the shower stall, that was frosted at waist height to preserve some modesty to them as you put on your special shield and gloves after filling the canister on the special shower nozzle with one hand and your special shower scrubber in the other hand.

“Ok, do you want to go face first or back first?” You asked.

“Uhh, back?” He asked.

“Ok, feet or hooves in second position. You will want to put your hands on the bar though once you adjust the temperature of the water to your liking.” You gently warned him before you used the toe of your waders to kick over a special stool to step on and not slip so you could get to the top of his head behind him as he turned the rain shower over him on and turned it up to a hot temperature as the stall filled with steam before he took a moment to get wet and relax for a moment before you went in and took the special nozzle and started washing the top of his head, seeing the now fuzzed over patches where his antlers would be growing out in the summer and fall.

You would make swipes with the deshedding shampoo nozzle with one hand and used your massaging scrubber in the other.

Antony could do little but moan and groan in pleasure as all kinds of hair got un-impacted down his body.

He put his hands splayed out on the shower wall and simply melted into this. His ears drooped and his shoulders sagged as even his belly softened as his eyes closed in serenity. As you could see in the reflection of the glass on the inside that he got an erection too.

It was seen as unprofessional to appraise a client’s genitalia, but- he had been blessed with more than just good looks. But you kept your eyes and your focus on the professional service you were offering, as the professional you were doing your best to be. You went from his head, to his neck, to his shoulders and back, even his rear. And down the back of his legs.

“Ok, turn around so I can do the front please.” You requested before his eyes snapped open before his hands covered his erection as he seemed to look around for something to use to hide it.

“Sir, it’s a natural reaction to the service. It happens to everyone. It’s ok. But if you really are uncomfortable, I can get you a hand towel.” You calmly and patiently offered.

“No, I’m…I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m just not used to this. I mean, I have place back home that does something like this but…I’m just not used to having this…bad of a reaction and I’m so sorry. You’re an amazing professional, I’m so sorry.” He tried to justify as it was clear it was practically painful for him and the harder he tried to get his erection to go away, the harder it got and the higher it speared the air.

“Really, Antony, it’s ok. I’m used to it. Even the old geezers get this reaction. And with them, I worry about them fainting because for them, it’s been decades since they’ve popped a boner and they’re not used to the blood flow being away from the head on their shoulders and we worry they’ll faint and slip and break a hip or break the one thing no man ever wants to break.” You tried to joke which got him to snort a laugh.

“Here.” You put the scrubber down and gave him a hand towel to cover himself, because a little washcloth was not going to cover it.

“Thank you.” He thanked you as he used it to wrap around himself before he turned around and then closed his eyes and avoided your gaze as you rolled your eyes and changed out the bottle of deshedding shampoo into the nozzle before you continued with the process of washing his front, with the same care and attention that you had given his back.

You also couldn’t help but notice he was subtly stroking his cock with the now wet and soapy hand towel.

Whatever, at least he wasn’t propositioning you. And at least, he wasn't asking you to “take care of it” for any price. Which he would automatically dismissed as a client if he did. Surely, he knew the rules, same as you.

“So, how long have you been working here?” He asked as he opened his eyes and watched as you washed one arm down while the other hand now kept the hand towel in place.

“A year and a half.” You answered.

“Well, I can see and feel why. This place was very highly recommended by everyone I worked with. Whether they were taur or not.” He appraised.

“We work hard to keep our reputation as sterling as it is.” You offered as you got his belly and did what you could to work around his groin.

“So…were you named after Charlize Theron or….?” He asked as you grinned. Very few guys tried that line. Was he subtly still flirting with you?

“Nope. I was supposed to be a boy, I was supposed to be born as a Charles. But then when I came out a girl, Charlize was close enough, and still a ‘Charlie’ either way.” You answered as you sat at your ankles then knelt at his feet to get at his quads better as you ignored the way his cock bobbed next to your head.

Shit, were you ovulating? Why were you taking notice of every little detail with him? You had been cool with all of your other clients today, why was he sticking out so much? Maybe you needed to hit that vibrator in your car after work. Something. Or perhaps it was regret on exactly what you had lied to turn down. Probably regret.

“Oh shit.” He groaned when you got to the top of his foot where the fur got finer before it would fade to an otherwise human looking foot as you grinned smugly and then really put your weight into the scrubber to scrub at his feet and ankles.

“Why does that feel fucking phenomenal?” He asked as he couldn’t help but lean forward with his hands suddenly braced on his knees, letting you get an eyeful. But at least he was leaning on himself and not on you.

“The especially fine fur on the backs of your hands and wrists and feet and ankles and muzzle, rarely gets the deep scrubbing that the rest of you gets. Even though it needs it just as much.” You answered before you switched to the other foot.

“How expensive is that scrubber thing?” He asked.

“Not any more expensive than any other scalp massager. We sell them out front, we sell this one and then cheaper options and more expensive options too. You can buy one before you leave.” You answered as you had to kneel and sit back on your feet and really get down to scrub as he was acting like this was some kind of religious experience.

“How much is it to just get good scrub downs like this?” He asked.

“Only $75 for full body scrub downs, during regular business hours, a hundred and fifty for after hours.” You answered.

“When are you available to do this again? Because you’re going way harder and doing a way better job than the girls back east ever do it.” He wondered.

“Oh, well some specialists have a much softer touch and much gentler techniques for most things period. I’m obviously not. I’m much heavier handed than most are. For some though, I’m a bit too aggressive, others, especially when there’s impaction with fur or hair, need a more vigorous approach. Because it takes far too long to get the impaction loose if you go soft. And I don’t usually have that kind of time to take with every single client. Especially in the busy spring winter coat- de-shed.” You shrugged.

“There, any spots I should get again?” You asked as you rinsed off his hand towel and handed it back to him to cover over himself.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m, I’m good. Thanks.” He sheepishly took it to cover over himself awkwardly again.

“Ok, let’s get you rinsed.” You nodded as you took off the canister and twisted the face to get the right setting and then got up on your stool.

“And close your eyes.” You instructed before he did and held his breath while you got his face before you took the spray away to scrub at the soft, shorter, finer hair around his face and head again before rinsing it off. Then you moved to his neck and chest, and got his arms and belly then, had to ignore his groin to get his hips and legs.

“And turn around please.” You made a motion for him to turn before he did as you got back on the stool and got the back of his head, down his neck, then his shoulders as you ignored his subtle stroking of himself as you got to his butt and suddenly his strokes were faster as he leaned against the glass and had his eyes closed as you worked down from his rear to his hamstrings then his calves and ankles before he was pumping himself almost at a heinous pace as you just shook your head.

So much for being subtle. Men were always going to be men you supposed. Maybe it was best you were seeing this, pop this attraction bubble you were in, and slip you right back into reality. You were a specialist, he was a client, leave it at that, period.

At least his body only tensed a moment later and he kept his sounds down before you got the special squeegee to try to get a fair bit of water out of his fur so you wouldn’t be in the hurricane room too long.

“Better?” You asked once you finished as he seemed to get himself together.

“Yeah, much, thanks.” He said as his cock was now, clearly softening.

“That can go here, in the dirty laundry.” You urged him once you had turned the water off and took your face shield off and shoved your hood back too to keep your head from getting wet as you readily got the room cleaned around him and rinsed out the canisters to be refilled tomorrow.

“If you’ll follow me to the hurricane booth.” You invited as you had him follow you across the room where a special booth was as you went and grabbed a special hat and hair net to keep you from inhaling any of his fur before you closed the door behind him and then turned on the vents as the air current around the room picked up.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Yup.” He nodded before you took the special nozzle and then used the super powerful blow dryer to power dry him, head to toe as you weren’t surprised when it was like it was a furnado in there for several hot minutes as you blew out his coat as the fan and circulation caught all the blown fur only a few moments after it detached from his body as you used a thicker metal de-shedding comb to get the bigger clumps.

Granted, he was a big guy, but you still managed to get him dry and get out of there before you brought him back to his room to brush him out propper, grinning when he was groaning and moaning again. Maybe he was just unusually stressed and or touch starved. Probably both.

Once you got him all brushed out, he did look so much better. Nice and clean, lean and neat and his fur practically had a satin sheen as it laid down in it’s natural pattern.

“Ok, well, my job is done here. Feel better? Happy with how it turned out?” You asked him as you nodded to the full size mirror on the wall.

“Yes. You did an amazing job, thank you so much for getting me in on such short notice. I’ll schedule back with you when you have an available appointment when I’m in town next.” He insisted.

“I’d look forward to working with you again too.” You offered with another nod before you got out and walked around to get his paperwork and checked a few things off before handing it back to the front desk for when he would check out before you walked back into the back, eager to get out of this damn wader suit and wet gear. Although you were sure, you probably needed another shower yourself. But for now. You just needed to get your shit and clock out and get to your car where your vibrator was practically calling your name.

You did just that, happy when there was a few hundred dollars cash that you could put into your wallet from cash tips and got out of there. Walking quickly to where you had backed your car into a parking space so you could just pull out of there.

You quickly got into your car and turned it on just enough to crack the windows to let the warm spring air in and so the windows wouldn’t fog up if you took a few minutes to get off. You quickly grabbed your vibrator and your little bottle of lubed and reached into your scrubs and under your gut and under your fupa to get at your mound and slip the lube around your nub while the vibrator took a second to warm up under your belly and between that and into the crux of your belly and thigh before you grabbed it and manuvered it in your pants before you managed to slip it in and then into position that when you would “sit” normally, the handle would just have enough contact with the seat that you’d be able to move it with just your core without having to keep a hold of it with your hands.

You turned the car off and then popped your headphones into your ears because you did not want what you were going to be playing to be loud enough for anyone to hear but you and got an incognito tab open, your favorite porn site, your favorite trope typed in, your favorite video soon popped up and you grinned excitedly.

The one with exceptional visuals and even better audio. The one where you could really hear the guy’s grunts, his growls, his snarles, his big heavy breathing that matched his big, heavy, furry, “monsterous” form. One that would fuck you senseless, the kind that used you without asking for permission, the kind that dominated you and you said ‘thank you’. The kind that was hung like a draft horse if not a brama bull and would really bulge your already plump and soft belly. The kind that would use you like a cocksleeve and fuck you until your mind broke. The kind that was strong enough to lift you and move you like a doll, and make your rolls jiggle and whose large hands would still get ample hold of your thighs and ass and breasts and belly. The kind that blew your back out and would make you look like you stuck a fork into a light socket and practically rearrange your guts while making your insides grin like an idiot. The kind that would choke you, spank you, rough you up just enough to shut you up and turn you into the kind of "good girl" most bad guys loved. But who could be wild and "tamed" and be tender and affectionate only moments after. That kind.

You turned it on and melted into the experience and slipped into the fantasy and took a long, exhale as the tension in your chest started to melt as you ground down into the vibrator’s touch, canting it forward so it would really work over your G-spot while the rabbit would press against your clit. You had spent almost a heinous amount on this particular vibrator but it was perfect and worth it. You didn’t need much. You barely needed one whole video before you couldn’t help but lull your head back and scrunch your face as you bit your lip as your legs went straight and ridged. Your belly fluttered as your lower back got that good release and deep relax. A pleasured grin bloomed on your features as you opened your eyes and then looked out of the windshield.

Then movement out of the corner of your eye as you turned to see Antony, sitting in the front seat of his huge SUV rental, across the way and down a bit. Shit, had he been there this whole time?! Fuck. Oh this could be a disaster. What was he doing back here? And what was he looking for? Shit, he saw you and smiled and was walking over after he got out of his vehicle.

Shit! This vibrator was quiet but not that quiet. He would definitely be able to tell. You quickly reached for the vibrator to turn it off as subtly as you could before he approached and leaned over to talk to you out of your car window.

“Oh good you didn’t leave yet!” He smiled as you reached forward to turn the car back on just enough to roll the window down all the way as you got your headphones out of your ears so you could hear him.

Oh good, he had just gotten there. Ok, you could still salvage this.

“No, not yet.” You shook your head no as you put on a customer service smile.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked politely as your pussy clenched around the vibrator and you could only hope he would be oblivious to what you were really doing as you damned your cheeks for flushing as red as a beet.

“Uh, yeah, uh, sorry.” He stuttered and stammered as he shook his head violently as if that would knock the right words into his mouth as you saw his nostrils flare as he took a few deep breaths through his nose. Fuck could he smell you too?! This couldn’t get any worse.

“So, about, in there.” He felt obligated to say as it was clear he was frustrated and flushed as the fur around his cheeks looked practically pink as he tried to shuffle his weight from one foot to the other. Shit, was he getting hard again? Why was he affecting you? Or were you affecting him?

“It’s ok. Antony. I get it. Sometimes that physical reaction gets so intense that you need to take care of it, because it’s easier and faster than waiting for it to go away. It’s ok. That’s why we have all those washcloths and hand towels in there in the first place. You didn’t cross the line and proposition me, if anything you tried to be subtle and discreet about it. Every first timer goes through it. It’s awkward, but it’s normal.” You tried to reassure him as you felt rather hypocritical about it too, with your pussy currently being stuffed with your biggest vibrator you could manage to still be discreet in your car in the parking garage.

“Yeah, thanks for the reassurance, um…I hope dinner with your boyfriend is as delicious as it should be. He’s lucky to have you.” He offered as he tried to take a half step back, as you sighed and groaned and whimpered.

“Ok, I gotta come clean Dude. I don’t have a boyfriend, let alone one who would even think that having dinner ready by the time I would come home -would ever be an option. Let alone one who would have the cooking prowess to even know how to cook a rack of lamb, much less have such a thing ready on a regular thursday night that wasn’t some super special occasion, like a birthday, or an anniversary. It was a lie. I just didn’t want a pity date. Plus the Spa has a very firm- no dating clients- thing. And you were in a super tight spot and I would be scum if I took unfair advantage of you, especially when you were in an hour of need.” You confessed as your cheeks were now probably permanently flushed as you didn’t even have the heart to look up past your steering wheel.

“Charlize, first off, you absolutely deserve to have a partner in life who absolutely would and should have dinner ready by the time you get home. You work really hard and you work smart. You had great body mechanics and wonderful effectiveness. And hopefully you make enough doing it to provide you with the lifestyle you deserve. I asked you out because you’re really sweet and lovely and one hell of a professional. And because Otto was sure that you were single. If you don’t like me or think less of me because I had a moment of weakness, that’s more than fair. But at the very least, when you get a chance, come to Aurora Boreallis, give them this ok? And have a night on the town, on me.” He offered as he gave you a business card and then an electronic card from the casino. It looked like one of those charge cards at Dave and Busters but obviously, from the casino.

“Thanks.” You thanked him as you took it.

“So, first off, I asked you out before you took me on as a client. I don’t know how things are done out here. But back east, if there was already a previous relationship before any professional service, there can be one after. I’m still interested in taking you out on a date. But the question remains, are you interested or not?” He asked.

“Oh, I am, but, not tonight. It’s late, I’m tired, I need sleep. Tomorrow is gonna be just as busy but I’m off on Sunday.” You offered.

“I can do that. How about brunch on Sunday?” He offered.

“Sounds awesome.” You grinned before you exchanged phone numbers.

“See you Sunday.” You offered him before you both went your separate ways.

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angolicious · 2 years ago

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At what are the flags packing?

They are all packing their bags to come sleep at my house.

Okay I’m sorry- for real though- I’m gonna put my thoughts under the cut because it’s definitely nsfw

Piano man:

Definitely considerable size. Enough to make you ache a little bit but not anything that’s absolutely going to destroy you. He’s got more length than girth i think. Probably somewhere around 7 inches hard. I always try to be somewhat reasonable with these. Some people really come out here and say everyone’s got an 8-9 inch dick and i just don’t think that’s reasonable or plausible. So yeah… I’m going to say about 7 inches when hard. It’s got a nicely flushed pink head, and it curves up a little bit. He’s got a small vein running up the left side. Piano man’s skill comes not from his length however, but from his knowledge of how to use that thing. That man is packing a weapon and a nice cock isn’t the only thing under his belt. He has EXPERIENCE. I think he’s well trimmed as far as grooming goes. He likes to keep things neat down there.

Albatross:

Listen i don’t think this man is exactly packing… but he’s got energy okay? He’ll give it his all. I’ll average him out at about six inches when hard. He’s got a little more girth than length but nothing painful. But like- he’s got a NICE set of balls. That man was meant to Breed and I’ll say it as it is. His tip is always nice and flushed when he gets aroused, it will get a deep pink. He curves to the left very subtly but it’s not terribly noticeable. He’s super sensitive just below his head on the underside and if you rub it with your thumb he’ll yelp. Sometimes he gets a little too rough with the thrusts in bed so you have to tap him and tell him to chill the fuck out. He gets a little over excited. Probably once thrusted you straight off the bed into the floor. As far as grooming goes i don’t think it’s something he pays a whole lot of mind to, but he’s also not really a person who naturally grows much. If you have a problem with it and tell him to trim it he absolutely will.

Lippmann:

Pretty dick for a pretty boy. That shit looks delicate. It’s all tinted a very faint cute pink with a nice red head. Very little body hair. He’s got a very small amount of fuzz but it’s more like peach fuzz than anything. He’s got a dick that was meant for the screen. If he ever decided to stop acting in movies he’d be great in porn. Anywho- 👀… his balls aren’t especially big or heavy either, they’re a good size. He’s got a little vein on the underside of his cock, but it’s nothing huge. I think he’s got a bit of experience under his belt, but not as much as you would expect him to have. Lippmann could probably get laid with a different woman every night of the week if he wanted to but he chooses not to. He prefers to be in a relationship with whoever he’s fucking except for rare occasions. Lippmann believes in romance but sometimes even he gets pent up and needs a good fuck. His dick is probably suuuper sensitive though so it’s really easy to flip him over and get him moaning and squirming. He’s a good switch. He prefers gentle touches over super firm ones. They just get him going more.

Doc:

Iceman:

Listen. This man is HUGE. And he is girthy too. Iceman is the definition of ‘can split you in two’. He’s about 8.5 inches when hard and he’s got a heavy pair of balls that will undoubtedly smack against you when he’s going to town. This man is always gentle when you two are in bed together, though. He knows how big he is and he doesn’t plan to play around with that. Hes well aware he can hurt you. So he always goes slow, and asks if you’re okay once he’s about half way inside you. He stops and asks again once he’s fully inside, and only then does he start moving. His thrusts are always somewhat gentle and slow until you tell him (beg him) to speed up. He usually speeds up on his own towards the end when he’s really chasing his high however. Overall doing it with iceman is a 10/10 experience.

I think i figured out how to make it WORK.

Listen. This man is HUGE. And he is girthy too. Iceman is the definition of ‘can split you in two’. He’s about 8.5 inches when hard and he’s got a heavy pair of balls that will undoubtedly smack against you when he’s going to town. This man is ALWAYS gentle when you two have sex though. He knows how big he is and he doesn’t plan to play around with that. Hes well aware he can hurt you. So he always goes slow, and asks if you’re okay once he’s about half way inside you. He stops and asks again once he’s fully inside, and only then does he start moving. His thrusts are always somewhat gentle and slow until you tell him (beg him) to speed up. He usually speeds up on his own towards the end when he’s really chasing his high however. Overall sex with iceman is a 10/10 experience.

Listen. This man is HUNG. HUNG. And he is girthy too. Iceman is the definition of ‘cab split you in two’. He’s about 8.5 inches when hard and he’s got a heavy pair of balls that will undoubtedly smack against you when he’s going to town. This man is ALWAYS gentle when you two have sex though. He knows how big he is and he doesn’t plan to play around with that. Hes well aware he can hurt you. So he always goes slow, and asks if you’re okay once he’s about half way inside you. He stops and asks again once he’s fully inside, and only then does he start moving. His thrusts are always somewhat gentle and slow until you tell him (beg him) to speed up. He usually speeds up on his own towards the end when he’s really chasing his high however. Overall sex with iceman is a 10/10 experience.

Probably has the smallest in the group but PLEASE do not sell this man short. He’s insecure enough already, god forbid you said anything. He probably takes months to work up to taking off his clothes in front of you. If you make a comment on his dick he may just put them right back on and leave. Leave the room. Leave the house. Leave the relationship. Please treat this man with care. He’s not big in the sex scene but he desperately craves that intimacy- but that’s not what this is about. I think doc is probably 4.5-5 inches when hard, and he curves a little bit to the left. His dick is pretty pale which makes his veins more evident, and his tip flushed a pale pink, almost purple when he’s aroused. He’s sensitive- but i imagine he’s sensitive most everywhere, not just his cock. He really likes when you focus your attention on the head when giving him handjobs/blowjobs. And let’s be honest- those little hips are GRIPPABLE. But like please be gentle because he’s fragile. You normally end up having to ride him. But, even though his dick game isn’t spectacular. You should know those surgeons hands MORE than make up for it. He knows how to have you seeing stars in minutes, and sometimes when he knows he doesn’t have the strength to thrust into you, he pulls you up to lay across his lap in bed and just- sends you to god with his hands. He’s another one who i don’t think is especially well groomed, it’s just not something he cares to do because he isn’t usually worried about sleeping with anyone. If you ask him to, though. He will. 0. Iceman: Listen. This man is HUNG. HUNG. And he is girthy too. Iceman is the definition of ‘cab split you in two’. He’s about 8.5 inches when hard and he’s got a heavy pair of balls that will undoubtedly smack against you when he’s going to town. This man is ALWAYS gentle when you two have sex though. He knows how big he is and he doesn’t plan to play around with that. Hes well aware he can hurt you. So he always goes slow, and asks if you’re okay once he’s about half way inside you. He stops and asks again once he’s fully inside, and only then does he start moving. His thrusts are always somewhat gentle and slow until you tell him (beg him) to speed up. He usually speeds up on his own towards the end when he’s really chasing his high however. Overall sex with iceman is a 10/10 experience.

((I LOVE HOW IN THE FIRST DRAFT OF THIS ICEMAN’S JUST GOT DELETED FOR SOME REASON AFTER I POSTED IT? FUCK U TUMBLR- ugh I’ll try again later-))

Listen. This man is HUNG. He’s HUNG. Alright? I’m talking like 8.5 inches hard and he’s got GIRTH. This man will split you in fucking two. He’s got those heavy balls too. Overall this man just has monster cock energy. But like- listen. He’s super gentle in bed. He knows he’s big, and it’s not something he has a huge ego about. He’s way more aware of the fact that he could easily hurt you if he isn’t careful, because honestly everything about him is big compared to you. Sex with iceman is often filled with a lot of gentle questions of whether or not your okay. He always slows down once he’s about half way inside you to make sure you’re doing alright, and once he’s sure he still moves slowly unless you request him to speed up. His thrusts are always careful and gentle up until the end when he gets a little carried away. Sex with iceman is 10/10 let’s be real.

Lord have MERCY he’s the man who will split you in half without even having to try. This man is HUNG. 8.5 inches hard and GIRTHY. This man has a veiny, MONSTER COCK. dark pink head that almost looks purple when he’s hard, much like docs. The veins along his cock are all super sensitive so it’s easy to get him going with a good pump of your fist. This man can get a little rough in bed if you ask him to, but he really doesn’t need to with his size. If you don’t explicitly tell him you like it rough though, he’s shockingly so gentle and attentive. Maybe he knows he’s big, because he always waits for you to adjust before he starts moving, and he pets your hair while you get used to his size. He’s always asks you throughout if you’re alright, even when he’s balls deep inside of you. Normally his voice will come out even more husky and strained than usual, and it’s super hot. He keeps himself trimmed and clean but he’s definitely still got some hair and a cute little happy trail that runs up his stomach to his belly button. Over all 10/10. Such a good man.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd storm bringer #bsd flags #bsd doc #bsd pianoman #bsd piano man #bsd lippmann #bsd iceman #bsd albatross #flags bsd #stormbringer flags #the flags stormbringer

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banannabethchase · 1 year ago

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Hurt Me So Good - also on AO3

Matt wants angry sex with Adam. Adam has feelings. That's it. That's the whole fic.

For bingo square G4 - PWP! Title from Do Me by Kim Petras, which is my always Matt Jackson song.

Kenny’s getting checked out by medical and Nick is meeting up with Tony after Bucks’ match, so Adam is alone when Matt comes into their locker room. He’s sweaty and frowning, with exhaustion in the back of his eyes Adam knows he’s been hiding from everyone else.

“Hey,” Adam says, reaching out to take Matt’s hand. Matt grabs his hand, swings it, then lets go, staggering the tiniest bit. “You okay?”

Matt nods. “Good. Tired.” He shoots a smile at Adam, then averts his eyes. Adam tries to pick up what’s happening, and decides to wait until Matt uses his words. “You’re not, like, mad at me, are you?” Matt asks after a few moments. He fiddles with his fingertips, won’t meet Adam’s eyes.

Adam waits a few seconds before answering. “Why do you ask?”

“I – because you’ve been weird, ever since All In. Like you’re mad we all lost our matches.” His eyes flick up to Adam’s for the briefest of seconds.

“I’m – wait, do you want me to be mad?”

Matt bites his lip and looks up at Adam, and the puzzle pieces click together. “Only if you’re really, really mad.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “Jesus, you want me to hate fuck you like a couple years back again, you just have to ask.” He reaches out and wraps a hand around Matt’s throat, who lets out a strange, relieved little gasp.

“Harder,” Matt demands. “Make me feel it.”

“Matty, if I choke you any worse, you’re gonna die,” Adam says, hand settling on Matt’s hip like it was sculpted to fit there. “Christ, you’re the worst. Lean into the fantasy, not the near death experience.”

“Maybe I like the –”

Adam crushes his mouth to Matt’s, shoving his tongue in Matt’s mouth. Matt moans around it, slumping against the wall. Maybe he should dislike these moments, when Matt flashes them back to 2020. He doesn't always. Sure, they remind him a little bit of some of the worst parts of his life, but the look on Matt’s face when he fucks him without mercy, the way they two of them curl around each other afterward, is more than worth it. This way, they get to indulge in the emotions without devolving back into their worst selves from back then.

And Adam’s terrible at telling Matt no when he gets all pouty.

“Please,” Matt says, gasping. “Adam, please.”

“Beg harder,” Adam growls, nails biting into Matt’s skin where his hand had slid up the front of his shirt. “Not gonna give it to you unless you earn it.”

Matt laughs, a little frantic, and his hip buck like he doesn’t mean to. “Hanger, please. I need it. I need you.” He shoves a shaking hand into his front pocket and presses a tube, already warm from his body, into Adam’s hand. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Maybe I will,” Adam says, diving in to work a bruise into the soft skin of Matt’s neck. “Maybe I leave you here begging for it, let everybody else come in to see you fucking yourself desperate on the couch because you didn’t earn it.”

Matt’s eyes straight up roll back in his head. Adam always forgets how into it Matt gets when the moment is right. He figures, as he shoves a hand into the back of Matt’s shorts and grips his ass, that it’s a natural response to the stress of the week. Between All In, Dynamite, Collision, and All Out, Matt’s probably exhausted. And Adam is always happy to indulge Matt in his fantasies of getting wrecked to the point where he loses all control.

He's getting really into the moment when he’s interrupted. Matt taps Adam on the shoulder. “Not mean enough.”

Adam pulls back. “Seriously? I can practically taste pennies on your neck, babe.”

Matt pouts. “Scratch?”

Adam sighs. “Insatiable.” He pulls his hands from where he’d been kneading Matt’s ass and slides them up Matt’s back under his shirt. He briefly regrets trimming his nails earlier, because he doesn’t catch the way he knows Matt really wants it dragged down his skin. But Matt lets out a keening sigh, so maybe it’s close to enough. “Yeah?” he asks. “That mean enough?”

“Uh-huh,” Matt says, voice high. “I – I need you – in – please.”

His words are a slurred mess, which suggests to Adam that the rest of him is, too.

He grabs Matt’s hips and walks him backward. “How do you want it?” he asks, biting at Matt’s earlobe.

“Don’t care,” Matt says. “Just now, please.”

“Gonna have to wait either way,” Adam says, trying to pretend like he isn’t dizzy already, “gotta open you up before I wreck you.”

Matt’s giggle is frantic and delighted. “But I want it hard.”

Adam turns him to press against the back of the couch, right in eyeline of the mirrors so Matt can watch them. He slides a hand up Matt’s back and presses him to lean over the couch. It’s a sight Adam can’t seem to get sick of, Matt squirming and needy for him, little noises coming out of him like he can’t control it.

If he could, he’d bottle the moment and take a dose any time he’s feeling down. But Matt is here, now, and his, and that may be even better.

He digs his nails into Matt’s ass as he rubs his lube-coated fingers together, sure to warm them fully before tracing Matt’s rim.

“I – oh, my god, please do it,” Matt says. “I – too long. Can’t – now?”

“Not too fast, Matty,” he says. The next part comes out before he can stop it. “I don’t – I won’t hurt you.” The implied because I can’t make myself do it again hangs in the air, and Matt’s eyes meet his in the mirror.

“Hey,” Matt says, stilling and reaching back to grab Adam’s hand. “Stop that. I don’t know where your head went, but I don’t like it.”

Adam shakes his head, gets back in the moment. “Sorry. Just – thinking about –”

“Revolution 2020,” Matt says, shaking his head with a little sigh. “We’re not there anymore, Adam. This is right here, right now. Do you need to stop?”

Adam takes a deep breath and takes inventory of himself. He’s not shaking, or scared, or panting. None of him feels like he’s about to run, like the adrenaline is poison over excitement.

“No,” he says. “Just – I don’t think I can go all mean right now, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Matt says, smile sweet and still a little dazed. “I think it’s kind of cute that you sometimes can’t be mean to me. It’s sweet, you know. Reminds me you really do love me.”

Adam slides an arm around Matt’s chest and pulls him back to line their bodies up. Matt turns his head and they kiss, sweet and soft.

“I love you,” Adam murmurs, as Matt leans forward over the couch.

“I love you,” Adam murmurs, as he slides a finger into Matt and watches in the mirror as Matt’s mouth drops open and he pants in anticipation.

“I love you,” Adam murmurs, burying himself to the hilt into Matt.

“I love you,” Adam pants, picking up the pace with his hands on Matt’s hips.

“I love you, too,” Matt gasps. “God, harder, please, you’re so good at this.”

Adam laughs, and can only do as Matt asks. He grabs Matt’s thigh and adjusts the angle, leading to Matt letting out the kind of delighted scream Adam would kill to earn but is lucky enough to get it now.

“That – yes!” Matt yelps. Adam can tell he could come untouched like this, could shoot over the couch and cost them an awkward meeting with Tony and around two thousand dollars in cleaning feels. But he’s not willing to reach that level of stupid so he pulls Matt back against him, leveraging so Matt sinks farther onto his cock. “Adam,” Matt gasps, strangled, and he comes across his own belly and Adam’s hand where it’s splayed across Matt’s chest.

Adam whimpers and buries his face into Matt’s hair as he fucks up into Matt a few more times, coming so deeply he thinks he’s marked Matt for life. He reaches up to swipe a few errant tears from his cheeks, but he can tell Matt caught them with the way he strokes Adam’s arm.

“I’m here,” Matt says quietly. “Not going anywhere.”

“Why are you taking care of me?” Adam laughs, pressing a kiss to Matt’s head. He meets Matt’s eyes in the mirror. “Isn’t that my job?”

Matt shakes his head, then shifts so Adam slips out of him. He turns in Adam’s arms, getting come and lube everywhere, but Adam doesn’t mind. He loops his arms around Adam’s neck. “Nobody’s ever taken enough care of you, Hanger. I’ve been the worst of it.” He goes up on his toes to kiss Adam’s nose. “I’ll do better, now. Forever.”

“That a promise?” Adam mutters, walking the two of them backward toward the shower.

Matt nods, eyes honest and kind like they only ever get around him. “Yes.”

Mini Playlist: Line of Fire - The Veronicas Do Me - Kim Petras I Want It - Two Feet Numbers - The Cab

#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #HangMatt #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson #Here have a thing

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lixenn · 6 months ago

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i hope you havent gotten flooded with requests and im just adding to it lol <3 id love to see your take on an interaction between Vlasta and Chief, im curious on what you think their dynamic is like.

Thanks for the wait and the prompt my friend!!!

I'm not gonna beat around the bush here have some Vlasta and Chief interaction:

TW: Mentions/descriptions of sex and blood for the first scene aka until the line break (because this is Vlasta we are talking about).

Dan likes being outside, surrounded by nature, away from civilization. He really does. But when he walks in on his employee absolutely railing some poor schmuck in the middle of the forest, he sincerely wishes never to step foot outside his office again.

Astonishingly, Vlasta actually notices him and lifts their head from their partner’s neck. The lower half of their face is covered in blood and their pupils are blown wide, shining with a slight red glow. To Dan’s horror they smile when they catch sight of him.

“Hey Chief!” They sound way too enthusiastic for someone getting caught red handed by their superior. “Wanna join the show?”

He stares at Vlasta, then turns his gaze to their partner who’s fully covered in bite marks and scratches. Vlasta’s strap on is still buried in his ass and if he listens closely, he could hear whimpers and what suspiciously sounded like moans.

I’m not paid enough to deal with this.

“No, thanks.”

With these words Dan turns on his heel and flees the premises.

He will need a lot of brain bleach to forget this encounter.

I hope Squalo still has that Tequila in his desk.

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It doesn’t take long for Dan to get stir crazy again, so even though his last stroll ended in disaster, he still dares to leave the safety of the compound.

Since his eyes have recently been opened to all kinds of new horrors, Dan now knows to avoid the woods like the plague. With that in mind he chooses the gardens for his next walk.

But fate seems to have it out for him because immediately after Dan enters the hedge maze, he encounters the person he was trying to stay clear of.

Thankfully, Vlasta is fully clothed and hard at work this time around instead of doing their best at traumatizing their poor boss with freaky sex.

As soon as they spotted him, they lowered the garden shears they used to trim the hedges.

Dan waits for a greeting, feeling too annoyed and awkward to initiate conversation.

One second.

Five seconds.

Still complete silence.

Apparently, it’s fine to acknowledge him in the middle of sex, but when they are actually doing their job a simple “hello” is too much to ask for.

Well, if they want a staring contest, Dan can certainly indulge them. It’s not like he has anything better to do at the moment (that’s a lie, he has two meetings on his agenda and correspondence to see to, but who cares about that, he has a shameless subordinate to beat).

So, they end up wordlessly glaring each other down, neither of them showing any emotion on their face.

The silence stretches on for eons.

This is getting ridiculous.

Dan sighs, painfully aware that Vlasta will be Vlasta and not change their habits, no matter what punishment he assigns them. Knowing them, they will like it and turn it into a sex joke. Still, he needs to know: “What happened to other guy?”

They offer him a slow blink. “Ate his liver, then threw the rest to the rats.”

…

Of course you did.

Dan feels the incoming signs of a migraine. Why can’t he have normal employees? Just some asskissing sycophants that will stab him in the back one day, instead of pranksters and cannibals. (He desperately tries to shut up the tiny Dave-like voice in his head whispering that he would be bored to tears in that world.)

"What have I told you about feeding the rats your sloppy leftovers."

"Not to.”

Dan pinches the bridge of his nose. "And what did you do?"

Vlasta finally breaks eye contact, suddenly finding the hedges endlessly fascinating. "Gave them my sloppy leftovers."

Honestly, Dan has deep sympathy for anyone working with children, because sometimes it seems like he’s literally the sole minder of a homicidal kindergarten class.

“At least, tell me you went to Medical afterwards.”

Awkward silence.

Murderous toddlers, I’m telling you.

“For fucks sake, Vlasta. Stop being stubborn and let someone check you over before you contract some rare STD,” he lectures like a total hypocrite. “And while we’re at it, give me advance notice next time you indulge in primal play.”

Vlasta perks up like a dog on a hunt: "You changed your mind."

"Get your mind out of the gutter,” Dan wrinkles his nose, “it’s so that I can prevent any further… accidents."

Vlasta clicks their tongue in disappointment. "Dammit, so close."

And there’s my migraine.

“Might I remind you that I’m the one who signs your paycheck.”

“Just trying to offer my Boss some relief,” they reply with an outrageous smirk on their face. “It’s for you own good. You work too hard, Chief."

Once again Dan decides that this scenario demands for a tactical retreat.

"Goodbye, Vlasta."

He turns around, not waiting for an answer and speedwalks back to the castle.

I seriously need a raise.

…

And more alcohol.

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Very fun to write especially with your help and support (bit too tired to add anything else, just keep being awesomely scary!!)

KHR writing prompts

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #prompt answered #khr prompt #khr oc #the housekeeping au #prompts are open #khr daniele costa #khr vlasta gast

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linskywords · 2 years ago

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Taylor Swift Meets Hockey RPF: Advent Calendar Day 23

The 3rd ficciest Taylor Swift song of all time is…

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Song: Teardrops on My Guitar Album: Taylor Swift Year: 2006 Lyrics: https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-teardrops-on-my-guitar-lyrics Ficciness Rank: #3 Well, put some pining in a blender and drink it up, it’s basically this song. At one point I made a “pining” playlist on iTunes and this was the only song on it. This song is so piney you can trim it with tinsel and put it in your living room for Christmas.

To be fair, this song does have some specifics that make it not great for hockey, which is what bumped it down to the #3 slot: I don’t have a pairing with a Drew in it, for one thing, and also most hockey guys can’t play guitar (unless they’re Adam Burish). But aside from those details, this is 100% top-quality grade-A pining fic. Even better, it’s pining for someone who keeps talking about a girl they like–in other words, the perfect setup for a hockey boy who’s haplessly fallen in love with his teammate.

Just gonna quote the opening as an illustration of the intensity of pine we’re dealing with here:

Drew looks at me I fake a smile so he won't see That I want and I'm needing Everything that we should be I'll bet she's beautiful That girl he talks about And she's got everything that I have to live without

UGH it’s so angsty, I love it. Faking a smile, classic; envying the girl who gets to date this person you so desperately want, uh-huh, we’ve all been there. Okay jumping to the third verse:

Drew walks by me Can he tell that I can't breathe? And there he goes, so perfectly The kind of flawless I wish I could be She'd better hold him tight Give him all her love Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause

The physical details she includes, oh man. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Taylor Swift is masterful at conjuring that visceral bone-deep longing for someone you (think you) can’t have. And wanting the object of your love to be happy even if it isn’t with you, argh, our piner is caught in the worst (best) kind of martyrdom.

Because I probably shouldn’t quote the entire song, let’s take it home with the transition into the last chorus:

So I drive home alone As I turn off the light I'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight 'Cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar The only one who’s got enough for me to break my heart

That last line kills me, goodbye, I am dead. Bury me in the pine grove.

Pairing I’d assign to this song: I’m going all the way back to Hallsy and Ebs for this one, because this song feels like it needs a high school AU and they are the epitome of bumbling teenage boys (in the best way, of course. “Idiots to lovers” is a trope for a reason).

So this is a high school AU, and they’re in the same year because it’s fic and we can do whatever we want. They’ve been best friends for years now, and the most popular girl in school has just asked Taylor out. Jordan’s jealous, obviously, because everyone wants to get with her, but also he gets it–who wouldn’t want to ask Taylor out? He’s so good at hockey and so fun to be around and so good-looking and…oh no. What if it’s not the girl Jordan’s jealous of after all?

All of a sudden he’s noticing all this stuff about Taylor he never paid attention to before. The way Taylor’s eyes crinkle when he laughs. The way he’s always laughing at Jordan’s jokes, and the fluttery feeling Jordan gets in his stomach when it happens. The way Jordan can’t pay attention to anyone else when Taylor’s there, like the whole room is dim except where he’s sitting. Jordan is doomed.

He starts avoiding Taylor and his new girlfriend. He makes excuses to avoid group activities when they’ll be there, and he stays home playing the guitar that he’s always a little embarrassed to own. Like, he’s a jock, he doesn’t do emo music stuff, but all of a sudden songs are coming to him and they’re ridiculously sappy and angsty but he writes them down anyway.

Taylor and Jordan are best friends, though, and Taylor obviously notices when Jordan starts avoiding stuff. He comes over and confronts him at home. “What’s wrong?” he asks, eyes all sad and irresistible. “Do you not like Allison?” And Jordan wants to lie–wants to make up something bad about her, bad enough that Taylor wouldn’t want to date her anymore. Taylor would believe him; they’re best friends. He could get Taylor to be single again.

But he doesn’t really want that. It would just make Taylor sad, and eventually he’d start dating someone else; it wouldn’t get Jordan what he actually wants. There’s probably no way to get Jordan what he actually wants. But if he does try for it, he wants it to be by telling the truth, not by lying to the person who trusts him most in the world.

So he starts working harder on some of the things he’s been scribbling down. He polishes one of them up until it’s a whole cohesive song, one that he thinks isn’t actually terrible, maybe. And then he signs up for the school talent show. He’s gonna play it in front of the whole school, and if Taylor figures out who it’s about…well, Jordan can always deny it. Anywyay, he can’t actually be more miserable than he is right now, right?

He goes through with it, playing the song and singing even though he’s so nervous he feels like his throat is going to close up. The audience is such a blur that Jordan can’t see how any individual person is reacting, but the crowd loves it. A bunch of his friends come up to him afterwards to congratulate him. Taylor’s there but he’s weirdly quiet, and he hangs around once everyone else starts to leave. Finally it’s just the two of them, and Taylor looks at him kind of sideways and says, “That song…was it about me?”

Jordan takes his entire courage into his hands. “Yeah,” he says.

Taylor’s face melts into a smile. “Good,” he says, and steps in to kiss him.

Lyrics to title this story: Everything That We Should Be

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#actually i stole a piece of taylor swift's backstory for this #even though it belongs to another song #also i am aware that this is very unrealistic when applied to jordan eberle #but in fic all things are possible #advent 2022 #ficciest taylor #hockey rpf #taylor swift #jordan eberle #taylor hall #Youtube

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sweetswesf · 1 year ago

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Sorry I have been away for so long. Recently, a company that has a pretty good reputation told me that I couldn’t push back my onsite with them anymore. I pushed it back every month since it’s originally scheduled date of 4/20/23. I took it this week, 8/29/23. I did okay. I prepped a lot. I went in a hole. I didn’t even go to the gym in the 4-5 days leading up to the interview. I thought I did okay. I got my 2nd coding round in like 5 minutes. Fastest I’ve ever did it. And did it recursively. I took so many practice interviews in the days leading up to it and felt pretty good. They told me they would give me my results. Added exclamation points in it. I felt like I was gonna get it.

I didn’t.

I received another rejection the same day. It happened today so…a few hours ago. Also, because I felt like I got it, I scheduled another interview with another company. The interviewer didn’t even show up.

My head is pounding. I was kind of relieved I didn’t get it, because I didn’t respect the company. It was my company’s rival, and to be honest, one of the reasons why I’m unemployed. They kinda blew us out the water. I also felt like this just meant that I can focus on the companies I really want to be at and can do so without feeling rushed to make a decision. If I got this one today, I would have had to make a hard decision, potentially one out of desperation. However, I would have loved to get it to use as leverage for another company and confirmation that I can get hired by a top tech company. It’s been nos across the board. I am just confused about, let’s say I get a job at a place I don’t want to work, should I wait for the one I want, or take what’s in front of me and use that to get to the one I want later. I’m hoping I don’t have to. I didn’t want to be unemployed, but it had to happen. I just hope I don’t have to take something I don’t want. I’ll still pray regardless and know he has a plan for me. I just hope I can do that with grace. I’ve cried everyday through my unemployment despite knowing that God has a plan for me. It is hard to remember that he’ll work it out…I’m trying…

The interview wasn’t nearly as hard as what I prepared for. And I didn’t get it. Despite getting to resolutions in each round, the feedback was that I didn’t come to the most optimal solution without some probing despite me coming to the solution through talking it through with them and coding it up.

I’ve lost count of how many rejections but 8+ on-site rejections and another 40+ technical rounds that have ended in rejections.

I did pay off my school loans. $15k & some change. I’ve paid off close to $60k total since graduation 10 years ago. I’ve had the money to pay these off for a while, I had just been holding on to it until I got a job. I still haven’t been approved for medi-cal and REALLY don’t want to go back to pay $700+ for health care insurance I’m not even really using. I also went and got my check ups and hair trimmed. I couldn’t put it off anymore. I don’t know when I’m going to get hired. Positive thing: my health is better than it was a year ago and I learned some new things about my hair and the products. I prefer my hair feel and look on the other products though, so I need to figure out something that is a happy medium between the 2. I don’t know if it’s the products or my stress but my skin is BUGGGINNGGG. Despite all this adding a bit of pressure on me, I just believed that God would bless it. I feel so spent, that I was just like, whatever. I even reached out and made peace with my little brother, aunt, family members, and friends that have deserted me during this time. I didn’t tell them what I really wanted to say. I just don’t want anything blocking my blessings and God said do it.

I’m so tired y’all…I LOOK CRAZY. My eyes have bags. But I still get compliments. I appreciate them. I want to tell those people, you have no clue the battles I’m fighting. Every new person I’ve met this year, in some way or another I’ve had to tell them about my situation. I’m getting stronger. I’m toning up. I’m grateful. But my eyes. I just feel very sad so often. I try to remember to have joy as much as possible though.

What sucks is that I keep getting referrals, keep getting opportunities, keep getting reached out to by companies I want to be at…and then I get rejected or they just go radio silent.

The good thing is I haven’t blown it yet with the companies I ACTUALLY want to be at. I feel like God is prepping me for them. I don’t think God is asking me to pursue other fields, but I also don’t know where He is taking me. I have to continue leaning on faith, praying, and waiting. This is truly the hardest time I’ve ever endured. Harder than COVID. Harder than those months of feeling alone on a project in a record cold winter in Buffalo. Your prayers are appreciated. I know my top choice is on the way. I know He’s making a way for me despite everything I’ve been through.

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Desperate Times (Azriel x Archeron!Reader)

Summary// While tending to Elain's garden you come across a mysterious flower with an even more mysterious pollen. As the effects of it start to hit you, you have to fend for yourself to get the edge off...or do you?

K!inktober Prompt: SEX POLLEN // Creampie // Sexting

(HERE IT IS!! 5,423 words and we have arrived. This story is obviously 18+ and contains LOADS OF SMUT!! So minors, DNI! However, I basically wrote a mini story so it also contains some major fluff and minor angst! I hope everyone enjoys it, thank you so much for reading!)

WARNINGS: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT! Dubcon (the sex pollen kind but they talk it out), pinv, eating out, bjs, no safe sex here, wing touching, mutual pining, minors DNI!

Tag List: @marimorena06 , @mystic-scripture

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Elain had given you a simple task while she was away with Lucien. Tend the garden. It wasn’t hard to do and if you were being honest, you loved watering the flowers and trimming the plants. That was one of the few things you had in common with your older sister.

Being the youngest Archeron sister had its many, many downfalls. You were only seventeen when Feyre had been taken by Tamlin, fulfilling her destiny while you desperately searched for yours. During that time you tried your best to look for her, learning what little Nesta and Elain were able to teach so that you could find a way for your family.

However, it wouldn’t have ever been enough to stop Hybern’s soldiers from finding your family and dragging you to the Cauldron as a sacrifice. That day will forever live in your mind, the looks on everyone’s face as the three of you were thrown into the brutally cold water.

You survived despite the odds, as did your sisters. It was a cruel twist of fate when Nesta and Elain got gifts bestowed on them while you were left the short end of the stick. As always.

It didn’t hurt you too much though, you were used to being in the shadows. They kept you company when it got to be too much and you were grateful for it, for them. You didn’t need nor want to be seen as Feyre, Nesta, and Elain were.

But there were a pair of eyes on you that you could never shake off. Rhysand’s notorious Shadowsinger.

Azriel.

Ever since you had been pulled from the Cauldron he had watched you. At first, it unnerved you, this Illyrian spy hovering over you while his shadows whispered into his ear, but now it just feels like you’ve pissed him off in some way.

A small part of you had wondered if you were mates, especially since when Nesta and Elain were Made, the bond for their mates snapped in place. The bigger part of you knew though that if you were mates he would’ve revealed it by now.

Unless he didn’t want you.

Something sharp started to hurt in the middle of your chest at the thought. You were already lonely enough, not wanting to bother your sisters with your troubles as it seemed everyone was finally happy. Except for you.

“You’ve been washing that dish for five minutes now.” A low voice stated behind you, making you drop it back into the sink. You knew who it was before you even turned around.

“Lost in thought I guess.” You replied, shrugging half-heartedly while turning to face Azriel. He was dressed in his typical Illyrian leathers, wings tucked in and arms crossed.

Those hazel eyes were holding some kind of emotion that made you shrink back and as you did, the shadows around him seemed to flinch as well.

“Why are you-” Azriel began.

“I’m gonna-” You started.

A blush crept up your cheeks from embarrassment. You licked your lips, not noticing how his eyes followed the movement, before leaning to grab the watering can. “I’m going to go tend to the garden. If you need anything, I’ll be out here.”

You pushed through the back door before Azriel could reply, taking a deep breath when the fresh air hit your nose. The sun felt warm against your skin and it helped ease your worries about what was surely watching you from the kitchen window.

After filling the watering can you make your way to the gate, pushing it open with a creak and letting it shut behind you. This garden was Elain’s pride and joy and for good reason.

Flowers and plants of all shapes and sizes were in bloom, trimmed, and cared for to perfection. She spent most of her time here and has been in a mood since she realized she’d have to start all over again at her and Lucien’s new house. You were still stuck at the townhouse so you had promised her to take care of it as best as you could.

It was actually doing pretty well. You were very proud that you hadn’t killed a single one. Elain still technically lived here but she was letting you handle the reigns at the moment.

The wind lightly blew your hair back as you got to the last section of the garden, shadows dancing in the sun. As you bent down to get the ones in the back you noticed a new flower that hadn’t been there before.

It was a beautiful shade of pink and white, the colors swirling like marble. There was also golden dust on the edges of its petals that seemed to twinkle in the sun. You were almost positive that it wasn’t a weed but at the same time you had never seen this type of plant, even back in the mortal lands.

A sweet smell hit your nose and before you could blink you had reached out to pet the petals. As you touched them, the golden pollen stuck to your fingers. It caused a strange buzz to fill your head and body which had you almost falling onto your ass.

You felt extremely lightheaded and placed a hand across your forehead to take your temperature. That was a mistake though because the pollen traveled with you and fell across your face and nose, making your skin sweat and burn much faster.

“What the hell was on that flower?” You questioned slowly, heart thumping in your chest. The light and sounds around you were almost too much for your senses and something clicked in the back of your foggy mind.

Have I been poisoned?

It would make sense. A strange flower shows up, the pollen is making you dizzy and hot, it could’ve been anyone that put it there. Were you the target? Or was it Elain?

A sharp cramp twisted your lower stomach and you dropped the can, spilling the water across the stones. “No, no, no…” You gasped, looking around frantically. No one was here or else they would’ve heard you, would’ve noticed your pain. You were pretty sure Azriel had gone on some errand as well, leaving you completely alone.

You needed to get inside and find something to cure you. The clock was ticking yet you didn’t even know when it would be up. The Mother seemed to hate you.

The feeling was mutual.

Your skin was practically on fire, sweat soaking your face and clothes. The second you made it to the back door was when a new symptom hit you, drawing a new reaction out of you.

Azriel’s scent was still lingering in the kitchen and when the smell of cedar and mist hit your nose a huge gush of arousal went immediately to your sex. It had you clenching your thighs together from the force of it, drool collecting in your mouth.

Using all the strength you could muster you practically crawled to your room on the bottom floor, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. You stood on wobbly legs and immediately stripped yourself down to get at least a little relief.

All of your thoughts started to turn to mush as you swayed side to side, falling back onto your large bed. Images of Azriel started to flicker behind your closed eyelids and you moaned again.

His bare chest while he trained, the shadows curling around his arms, the way his wings stretched after a long flight. Each picture made you wetter and wetter until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Whatever was in the flower had turned you into a mindless whore, sex was the only thing on your mind at the moment. You had never felt so tightly wound in your life. Hell, your only sexual experience was with a local boy when you were sixteen.

Realization hit you like a ton of bricks, momentarily stopping your inappropriate thoughts. It wasn’t a poisonous flower at all…it was a fertility flower. You had read about them in books from the continent where it explained that pollen was used in wedding gifts and mating rituals.

The next thing you realized was that there wasn’t a cure for this. You would have to ride this out for however long it stayed in your body. If you remembered correctly, the fastest way to fix this was to have your mate help.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t have one. This was something you needed to fix by yourself.

So, with shaky fingers, you ran two fingers down your pussy, your juices easily lathering them completely. It seemed so dirty to be doing this to yourself, in the middle of the day when anyone could walk in.

When Azriel could walk in.

You groaned at the thought and plunged those two fingers into your waiting hole, hips rising off the bed at the euphoria. A small trickle of guilt went down your spine about imagining him when he clearly didn’t care for you, but, when an image of him between your thighs flashed across your head, it went out the window.

“Fuck me.” You gasped out as you raised up to your knees, riding your hand while your other one went to paw at your breast. “Please, Az, please…” You whimpered, trying to keep your voice down.

Hair was sticking to your face and neck and you could’ve sworn that a puddle was forming underneath you but you were too busy chasing your orgasm. It was growing inside you like a storm, your walls clenching around your fingers as you cried out again.

It was too much and not enough. You felt as if you were being swallowed by giant waves, pleasure turning to pain when you couldn’t reach that peak. Tears started to gather in your eyes from how much your stomach was cramping and how flushed you felt.

Soft cries tumbled from your lips a few moments later as you still rode your hand, begging the Mother above to help you take this pain away.

And gods did she have a funny sense of humor.

Three sharp knocks echoed in your room, your head shooting up as you scrambled to cover yourself. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Azriel asked through the door, his tone short.

Mother save me, please tell me he didn’t hear me.

It took a minute for you to collect yourself enough to answer, two fingers still stuffed inside of you. “Y-yes Azriel. I’m okay, go back to whatever you were doing.”

He stayed at the door, shuffling his feet before clearing his throat. “Are you sure? I felt a tug on…” He trailed off. It seemed like he had heard you, his voice low.

“Leave. Please.” You begged though your voice held no edge of authority. A sick part of you wanted him to bust down the door, see you, and claim you. You regretted the line of thought as another cramp hit you. “I’m fine. Just go.”

Azriel didn’t listen. Your scent was suffocating him and he had to know what was happening. The doorknob turned before you could stop it and he stepped inside, eyes widening at the sight of you. You were probably the last person he wanted to see like this and it was made so much worse by your tear-stained cheeks and disheveled hair.

“Gods, Y/N, I can see you dripping from here.” He growled, eyes hooded and voice dripping with desire. “What happened?”

You didn’t have time to register his tone because the scent of him wafted over you again. And again. And again. It felt like your heart was going to give out at any second if you didn’t get him closer.

“Stupid flower, pollen, I just need-” You ground out right before you felt your eyelashes flutter, the overwhelming feeling you were about to faint creeping in.

He was quick to get to you, reaching out and grabbing both of your arms to sit you upright. His hands almost seared into your skin and you moaned, reaching up to cup his face and pull him towards you.

Azriel was so caught off guard that he couldn’t stop your lips from joining, one of your hands grasping his hair to tug him closer. He tasted like shadows and secrets, lips plush and soft as you held onto him for dear life. You couldn’t think clearly anymore as the aphrodisiac had now fully absorbed into your skin. The kiss had your head spinning and cunt throbbing ten times harder than before, causing you to groan into his mouth.

“I want you, Azriel. I need you.” You panted, looking into his eyes for the first time in months. He could feel your chest heaving against his, see the wild look in your eyes. “Please help me.”

He took a very deep breath and shook his head slowly. “I can’t Y/N. You aren’t yourself and I don’t know what you did but-”

You cut him off by palming his growing erection in his pants, almost drooling from how long and thick it felt. The other hand left his hair and grabbed his left hand to put it over your bare breast, biting on your lower lip at the sensation.

Azriel’s self-control was on a razor-thin line. You were too drugged out of your mind to notice but his jaw was tight and his eyes were memorizing every curve of your body. This was everything he ever wanted, you squirming and begging underneath him, but not like this.

Not when you wouldn’t remember it.

The mating bond had formed between the two of you the second you were Made. A strong, primal feeling settled into his blood when you were dragged out and thrown to the floor. You hadn’t noticed, not that you would have any idea what it was, and Azriel thought it was better that way.

He had seen how well Elain had taken it when Lucien stupidly blurted it out that day, or even Nesta. Azriel wasn’t going to subject you to that unless you expressed interest in him as well, no matter how many times he dreamt of your touch or kiss.

His mind was made up but you weren’t about to be so easily swayed. Just as Azriel went to pull away you used all of your strength and flipped your positions so that he was the one sitting on the bed. You swiftly straddled his thigh and began to grind down, throwing your head back in pleasure as your clit rubbed against the thick muscles in his leg.

“Oooh, Az.” You keened while wrapping your hands around his neck. His pupils were blown wide with lust, so much so that you could barely see the hazel in them. The two of you were quickly approaching the point of no return but he just needed one more push.

A devious thought popped into your lustful mind.

When you ground down again you let the pads of your fingers graze against the top of his wings. It was a featherlight touch but the moment you did, Azriel let out a growl that could’ve shook the house. Two scarred hands gripped your wrists and yanked you off of him before he shoved you onto the bed.

You watched in awe as his wings spread out while pinning you beneath him. It brought you back into the moment for just a minute, enough to savor his hand coming down to circle around your neck.

“You’re playing a very, very dangerous game. I don’t want to hurt you.”

But the mere thought of stopping made tears spring to your eyes, raising your hips in a desperate attempt to show him where you needed him. Azriel briefly glanced down at your throbbing cunt and took a shuddering breath.

“I don’t want you to hurt me.” You whispered, licking your lips while gazing up at him through your lashes. His hand was still wrapped around your throat, holding you there. “I want you to ruin me.”

And just like that…you opened Pandora’s Box.

Azriel snarled and claimed your lips in a passionate kiss, immediately thrusting his tongue into your mouth and dominating every space in your mind. His shadows curled around your arms and legs so that you couldn’t move at all. You struggled against the bonds for a second but when he bit down on your pulse point you went right back to him.

“Ah!” You cried out, staring at his face that held a sinful grin. Another wave of wetness hit you and fuck, he could smell it.

“Look at me, princess.” He purred, licking a line up from your neck to the shell of your ear. Azriel bit down on it before chuckling. “I want to taste you.”

A frustrated cry slipped out of your mouth when he trailed a single digit down your pussy, collecting the juices and bringing them to his lips. He groaned at the taste and couldn’t even bear to tease you anymore, needing to devour you at that moment.

He nipped and sucked his way down your body, his shadows still keeping you spread wide and still for his pleasure. His tongue lazily sucked in each of your nipples, rolling the bud around before releasing it with a loud pop.

You were shaking in anticipation and when Azriel finally got to your core, looking up at you with those dark eyes and sadistic grin, something clicked in you. It was like a thread connecting the two of you and everything got much more intense.

Before you could say anything he went straight to business, giving your clit a harsh suck that made you try to clamp your thighs around his head. You were still restrained though and all you could do was grab fistfuls of your sheets and cry out his name, your previous thoughts scattering to the wind.

His tongue felt heavenly but when he started to moan at your enthusiasm it sent an entirely new wave of pleasure through your body. He flicked it over your clit rapidly before going down to thrust the hot, wet muscle into your cunt.

Azriel knew you were dangerously close to the edge already and wanted you to fill his mouth with your sweet nectar. He doubled his efforts and let his shadows dissipate so that he could snake an arm under your hips to lift them off of the bed.

The second you were free your fingers locked onto his black locks while your thighs went around his ears. This new angle made the pleasure increase and you could feel yourself falling over the edge, the only safety net being him.

“Azriel…I can’t. I need it-I need-” You were a blubbering mess. He took pity on you and thrust a single finger into you, curling it to hit that spot deep inside.

“Take it. It’s yours, Y/N.” Azriel urged, closing his eyes as the first gush hit his tongue.

A gasp was the only warning you gave before you came on his face. Your body went rigid before completely melting into the mattress, riding his face as best as you could from the angle he had you in. Azriel kept licking and sucking until you gently pushed his head away, memorizing his face that was now coated in your wetness.

You could feel the edge of the pollen fading away, your body not feeling quite as hot and sweaty. The ache to be filled was still there, however, and it was quite obvious from the bulge in Azriel’s pants that he would do the job perfectly.

“That was…wow.” You said breathlessly, looking up at him. He was glad you sounded more like yourself but the guilt was now crawling up his back. Azriel could hardly even look at you. And you noticed.

The gravity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. You were fully naked, with the hottest Illyrian soldier between your legs, after having just begged him to fuck you without even having dinner first. He didn’t even like you, couldn’t see you without shooting a glare or turning away.

A small sniffle had him turning to look at you. You sneakily tried to wipe at your face and grabbed a pillow from behind you to try to cover up your body. “Azriel…I am so, so sorry.” Your voice was low and your head bowed.

“I watered Elain’s garden and found this flower. I thought I was being poisoned but it was a fertility flower used on the continent.” You explained before he could yell or curse you. That would break you entirely. “It’s used in mating ceremonies and such. I thought I was by myself and I was in so much pain…”

He cupped your face with one hand, brushing away a stray tear. “Why did you say my name?”

Blood filled your cheeks at his question, your face and neck turning red. He wasn’t giving anything away that would tell you what he was thinking. You tried to look down but he held you steady. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I must have been just out of my mind.” A lie was the best thing you could think to do to try and save face. Azriel didn’t need to know about your feelings for him. “Are you mad?”

There was a minute of silence between you, his eyes unnerving you as they searched desperately for something. You could tell he was still very much aroused and tried to ignore the cramping that was ramping up once again in your lower abdomen.

“You’re lying.”

It wasn’t a question or accusation, it was just a statement. He knew you were lying and you would rather suffer for the rest of your immortal life than tell him why you called out for him.

“I don’t know what you’re-” You began but he cut you off, nostrils flaring. It was like he knew some secret that you didn’t but he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell you.

“Tell me the truth, Y/N.” He ordered you but you closed your eyes, trying to find some peace in the darkness. You couldn’t do this, couldn’t face him.

Until you saw something in that darkness, something that kept fading in and out. You felt yourself reaching out for it and when you got closer, it was a shimmering silver thread. It was beautiful and pure and…familiar.

Without hesitation you wrapped a hand around it and plucked it, gasping at the sensation. It felt like your entire body had been pulled with it but that’s not what made you open your eyes.

It was Azriel’s matching breath that made you stare at him in amazement.

Hazel eyes stared into yours with the exact same emotion while his lips were parted just as yours were. A matching pair. Two sides of the same coin. It felt as if the entire world had been condensed to just the two of you, breathing in each other.

“What is this?” You murmured.

“Our bond.” Azriel hesitated as you furrowed your eyebrows. “You finally felt it.”

“Are you…are you my mate, Azriel?” The thread connecting you got impossibly brighter in your head when you said the word. You didn’t need him to answer the question though, already knowing it to be true.

You were Made for him…and he for you.

Azriel watched with bated breath as you worked through everything in your mind and when you finally, finally, looked at him as he always dreamed you would he didn’t hesitate.

He brought your face to his and kissed you wordlessly, savoring the feeling of your mind through the bond that he had waited five hundred and forty years for. You matched his enthusiasm with passion of your own, biting down on his lower lip while pulling him closer.

The groan he let out made a new fire ignite in your bones, giggling when he grabbed the pillow and tossed it into the corner of the room. Azriel moved from your lips to your ear, biting down gently.

“Say it again.” He all but pleaded while moving back to look at you again.

There wasn’t anyone in the world that could stop you from giving him what he wanted. “My mate.” You smiled, pulling him back in for another kiss. “You’re my mate, Az.”

You started to fiddle with the strings of his pants and he all but leaped up to pull them off, watching you with hungry eyes. The aphrodisiac was certainly still in your system but it was nothing compared to what the revelation of your bond was doing to you.

It was like a primal urge was drawing the two of you to consummate the mating bond as soon as possible. Azriel removed his clothing and when you studied him you swore your pussy throbbed in anticipation.

He was massive and before you could stop yourself, you crawled across the bed to where he stood. You sat on your knees and gazed up at your mate. “May I?”

Azriel answered by grabbing your hair and tugging you to him, chest rising and falling in quick breaths. You wasted no time in taking him in your mouth. He tasted divine and his musk made you feel drunk. He grunted when you took him in as far as you could, coating his cock in saliva.

“Good girl, fuck.” He praised you, trying to restrain the urge to fuck your mouth when you looked up at him.

The praise made a fresh ripple of arousal coat your thighs which had you shifting on your legs. You badly needed him inside you but the urge to get him to cum in your mouth was greater. One of your hands went to the base of his dick to stroke what your mouth couldn’t and he moaned your name.

Your other hand drifted down to your weeping cunt and started to rub circles on your clit. The moan you let out reverberated around him and he suddenly pulled you completely off, lips curled up in a snarl.

“I’m trying hard to be gentle with you, princess. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Azriel warned.

The warning went in one ear and out the other, your head swimming with lust. He was being too nice and you needed to be grounded, to be reminded that what was happening was real and you actually had a mate.

So you pushed his hands away and swallowed him whole until he hit the back of your throat, your eyes rolling back as you tried to breathe through your nose. Azriel sucked in a sharp breath and smirked, using both of his hands to grab your hair once more. “You asked for it.”

He didn’t give you time to pull up, starting a brutal pace of fucking your mouth. Both of your hands flew to his thighs to hold onto as you let him use you. The sounds coming from your mouth were sinful but it didn’t matter. You were enjoying the way his face contorted in pleasure and fuck anyone else who had a problem with it.

Azriel’s fingers started to twitch in your hair when you tried to help him, sucking as much as you could while gagging. He had never seen you more beautiful than now, on your knees with tear-stained cheeks choking on his cock.

A ray of light being corrupted by the shadows.

The image was too much and you greedily drank down his cum when his hips stuttered, roaring out as he held you there until he was done. When he let you go you drew back with a gasp, cum leaking out of your mouth while you caught your breath. It was only a few moments before your mate laid you back and claimed your mouth once more, tasting himself on your tongue.

That inferno that had been building in your body was on the verge of exploding and Azriel could tell by how much you were squirming. He didn’t want to wait anymore and without questioning, lined himself up with your entrance.

You raised up on your elbows to watch him enter you, biting on the inside of your cheek at the first stretch. It felt exquisite. He pulled out slightly before pushing back in again, watching you consume his dick.

“Azriel…you feel so good.” You sighed, falling back onto the bed when he bottomed out. He had stretched you out to the max but it was as if your body craved more of him as it would never be enough. “Please, move.”

“As my mate wishes.” Azriel purred before pulling out and slamming back in in one fluid motion. The thrust sent fireworks of pleasure throughout your body and you cried out for him, back arching.

The pace he set was brutal, the two of you chasing a joint release. He bent down and took one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking the hard nub and nibbling on it until you left scratch marks down his arms.

You opened your eyes to watch him fuck you, seeing the concentration and pleasure in his eyes when you clenched down. The end was coming all too soon but also not soon enough.

His wings were covering the two of you, casting a warm light that made you feel fuzzy inside. You knew how sensitive Illyrian wings were, especially when you had made the mistake of touching Azriel’s when you had first met, but that was the goal you were going for,

Your finger gingerly reached up as he rutted into you and stroked down the sensitive membrane, your eyes taking in his reaction. He let out a full body tremble and looked down at you in untamed desire.

“Do it again.”

So you did. Over and over you caressed his wings, even letting your nails graze across sometimes. Azriel snarled and let his mouth come down to bite your collarbone, enjoying your cries of pleasure. He could tell you were getting close and if you kept touching him like that, he would be too.

Azriel doubled his efforts, rutting into you with mindless passion while you allowed yourself to be swept up by it. Your orgasm started to build and just as you ran three fingers down the edge of his right wing, you felt him hit that spot inside of you.

“Shit, fuck! Az!” You squealed as your hands fell to grip onto something, anything, as you came to the crest of pleasure. “Right there! Please, please!”

He gave you a wolfish grin and angled his hips to hit it one, two, three more times until you came with a loud cry and his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your cunt squeezed him like a vice, causing him to follow your lead and spill inside of you with a roar of his own.

The bond between the two of you shone brightly as you met your peaks together. Azriel’s cum was hot inside of you and as he kept thrusting, you felt another orgasm ready to follow your first. You didn’t know if you could take it but he knew you could, dipping two of his fingers to your clit to rub quickly.

Your entire body shook in ecstasy when you came again, your mind going foggy. It felt like you were looking down at yourself, at your mate as he stilled inside of you to drink in the moment. You wanted to stay here forever.

His hand pushing back your hair made you come back to reality, your eyes squinting up at him. Azriel’s gaze was tender as you smiled at him. You cupped his face with one of your hands to match him, rubbing his cheek.

“My mate.” You sighed happily.

Azriel chuckled and kissed you softly, pressing his forehead against yours along with his body. The two of you were joined together in every sense of the word and it felt right.

“Yours. Forever.” He replied, breath tickling your face as you kissed once more.

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