#royalty calculation

[noctil2]

Royalty calculation software for publishers

Navigating music royalties can be a daunting task, especially when dealing with complex royalty structures. Whether you’re a music publisher, or a music rights agency calculating royalty, it’s crucial to have a solid system in place.

Here are some of the must-haves in your system for efficient royalty distribution:

Enhanced automation:

Automating royalty calculations can save you countless hours and reduce errors. Invest in robust royalty management software that can handle multiple revenue streams and varying royalty rates.

Standardized data entry

Consistent data entry is crucial. Ensure all metadata is accurate and standardized to avoid discrepancies in royalty calculations. This will also help in generating precise reports.

Staying updated on industry standards

The music industry is ever-evolving. Keep abreast of the latest royalty standards and practices to ensure your methods remain compliant and competitive.

Understanding contracts 

Each contract can have unique terms. Highlighting specific royalty rates from contracts, payment schedules, and any special conditions. This helps in ensuring compliance and accurate payments.

Utilizing custom reporting

Tailor your reports to meet the needs of different stakeholders. Customizable reporting tools can help you present clear, relevant data to artists, labels, and partners, making the royalty process transparent and trustworthy.

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[dragonairice]

I already made a royalty AU so I made some art for it :)

@prinxietyweek

[silverxenomorph]

Made a foray into soaping today. Just Melt & Pour soap - I ain't ready to commit to cold processed soaping.

Mum wanted some small square soaps for her Christmas gifts for the ladies at her craft group and I had a melt and pour soaping kit I'd bought off facebook a few years ago from a Lady who was getting out of the hobby.

They're Lavender scented with dried Lavender flowers mixed in a Cocoa melt and pour base.

[isekyaaa]

I'm not the well versed with irl romance, but in so many romance manga/manhwa, there's a focus on a male lead that is extremely protective, vengeful for the mc, possessive, etc. He'll fight battles for her, support her, torture people that hurt her, etc. While I do not mind reading such male leads, I can't help but wonder if that's what those authors and fans want in someone. Someone that'll protect, support, and save them. You can also see it in the fics people write on this website. Like is that what romance is supposed to be?

For me, the thought of anyone being protective over me to the point of fighting my battles, standing up to people that hurt me, etc is disgusting. Like applying such a man to real life would disgust me so much. I was always taught to solve problems on my own. It's both my responsibility and my right. I do not want nor need people's protection. I do not want nor need people making my life easier for me. I appreciate support, but any more than that and I'd get so offended if anyone treated me in that way. It'd be the equivalent of saying that I am not adequate nor equipped enough to handle my problems. It's insulting.

But is that the kind of partner the people that write and read these stories want? Are they just reading it for fun and I do or do they deep down desire to be treated like this?

[bfcpub]

Maximize Your Savings with a Book Cost Calculator: A Must-Have Tool for Bookworms

As a book lover, keeping track of your reading expenses can be a daunting task. However, with the help of a book cost calculator, you can easily manage your finances and maximize your savings. In this guide, we'll explore the benefits of using a book cost calculator and how it can help you make informed decisions about your book purchases.

1. What is a Book Cost Calculator? A book cost calculator is a handy tool that allows you to calculate the total cost of purchasing books based on various factors such as price, quantity, and shipping fees. Additionally, some book cost calculators also include features for calculating royalties and earnings for authors, making it a versatile tool for both readers and writers.

2. Benefits of Using a Book Cost Calculator: Using a book cost calculator offers several benefits for bookworms. Firstly, it allows you to track your spending on books more effectively, helping you stay within your budget. Additionally, a book cost calculator can help you compare prices across different retailers, ensuring that you get the best deals on your book purchases. Furthermore, for authors, a book cost calculator can help calculate royalties and earnings, providing valuable insights into their book's profitability.

3. How to Use a Book Cost Calculator: Using a book cost calculator is simple and straightforward. Start by entering the price of the book, the quantity you wish to purchase, and any additional costs such as shipping fees. The calculator will then generate the total cost of purchasing the books, taking into account any discounts or promotions available. For authors, simply enter the price of the book, the royalty rate, and the number of copies sold to calculate earnings.

4. Tracking Royalties and Earnings: One of the key features of a book cost calculator is its ability to track royalties and earnings for authors. By inputting the price of the book and the royalty rate, authors can quickly calculate their earnings based on the number of copies sold. This information is invaluable for authors looking to maximize their earnings and make informed decisions about their writing career.

5. Maximize Your Savings: By using a book cost calculator, you can maximize your savings and make smart decisions about your book purchases. Whether you're a voracious reader or an aspiring author, a book cost calculator is a must-have tool for managing your finances and maximizing your earnings. With its ability to track spending, compare prices, and calculate royalties, a book cost calculator empowers you to make the most of your book budget.

6. Conclusion: In conclusion, a book cost calculator is a valuable tool for bookworms looking to manage their finances and make informed decisions about their book purchases. Whether you're tracking your spending as a reader or calculating royalties as an author, a book cost calculator can help you maximize your savings and make the most of your book budget. So why wait? Start using a book cost calculator today and take control of your book-related expenses.

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[klaeusmoved]

Klaus is the kid in ethics class trying to figure out how to drive the trolley just right so everyone dies

ㅤㅤ❛  well, we wouldn't want anyone feeling left out, now would we? a swift death is a gift i only give when i'm feeling particularly benevolent, though certain people don't appreciate the offer when i make it. ❜

[plutonianeris]

your sensual side (8th house signs) ❤️‍🔥 18+

How we treat our partners ❤️‍🔥....

Aries 8th House: Grabbing you by the hips with fiery urgency, pulling you in for a rough, breath-stealing kiss, raw passion in every touch, their hands exploring without hesitation, eyes locked in an intense stare that demands submission, dominating you with primal energy, pushing you against the wall, biting your lip to taste control, owning your body like it’s theirs, leaving marks to claim you, wild, reckless, and unapologetic in their lust, craving your surrender, turning every moment into a challenge they intend to win.

Taurus 8th House: Slow, sensual domination, trailing their fingers down your skin, letting their touch linger just long enough to make you ache for more, lips brushing against yours as they whisper promises of endless pleasure, firm grip on your neck, their possessiveness disguised as tenderness, pulling you onto their lap as they devour you, taking their time to savor every inch, wanting to make you beg with slow, torturous teasing, primal groans of satisfaction as they leave you trembling, leaving no doubt that you belong to them.

Gemini 8th House: Dirty talk that turns into whispers that leave you breathless, teasing touches, hands roaming over you before they pull away, just to keep you on edge, playful laughter as they push you against the bed, lips against your ear, talking you through your every reaction, making you crave more with their words alone, switching from soft to rough, hands all over you while their eyes stay locked on yours, curious exploration that keeps the energy electric, pulling you into their chaotic rhythm with wild, unpredictable passion.

Cancer 8th House: Deep, intense eye contact as they wrap you in their arms, pulling you so close you can feel their heartbeat, hands sliding under your shirt while they whisper how badly they want you, nails digging into your skin as they cling to you like they can’t get enough, slow, sensual kisses that turn into hungry, desperate moans, claiming you emotionally and physically, soft and nurturing one moment, possessive and fiercely dominant the next, leaving you feeling safe yet utterly devoured by their passion, needing you like air.

Leo 8th House: Pushing you down with a possessive grin, making sure everyone knows you’re theirs, pulling your body into theirs with commanding confidence, gripping your hair as they kiss you with overwhelming passion, showing off their control as they dominate every part of you, growling in your ear as they take what’s theirs, never backing down, craving to be worshipped as they ravish you, lighting a fire with their touch, making you feel like royalty, wanting you to beg for more, always pushing for deeper surrender.

Virgo 8th House: Subtle, precise touches that drive you wild, hands roaming over you like they’re memorizing every inch, building up the tension with slow, deliberate movements, soft but firm control that keeps you wanting more, teasing your senses until you can’t take it anymore, pulling your body close while whispering exactly what they’re going to do to you, calculated and meticulous in their pleasure, knowing exactly how to break you down, turning their gentle touch into raw intensity when they finally take over.

Libra 8th House: Seduction wrapped in elegance, teasing you with gentle touches before they grip you tight, lips brushing yours before they claim you with intense desire, pushing you against the bed with a smile that promises everything, craving to see you undone by their charm, balancing between softness and raw need, pulling your clothes off with slow, deliberate motions, whispering sweet, seductive words in your ear, taking control while making you feel like you’re their one and only, craving mutual pleasure in every moment.

Scorpio 8th House: Locking eyes with you like they can see into your soul, pulling you into a dark, intoxicating world of desire, intense and possessive, gripping your body like they never want to let go, their touch burning into your skin, craving your complete surrender, whispering how they own every part of you, devouring you with raw intensity, pulling you deeper into their control with every kiss, leaving marks to remind you of their claim, needing you on every level mind, body, and soul, passion so deep it’s addictive.

Sagittarius 8th House: Grabbing your hand and pulling you into an adventure of desire, playful and wild, throwing you onto the bed with a grin that dares you to keep up, eyes burning with excitement as they explore your body, passionate kisses that turn into playful bites, never holding back, wanting you to match their wild energy, pushing your boundaries just to see your reaction, craving the thrill of raw connection, taking control while laughing through the chaos, needing you to give into their fiery passion completely.

Capricorn 8th House: Taking control from the start, pushing you down with a firm grip, showing you who’s in charge, commanding every part of you with raw intensity, precise and deliberate in their movements, craving power in every touch, whispering in your ear how you belong to them, gripping your body like they own it, their desire controlled but intense, leaving no room for doubt, making you feel secure in their dominance, craving the satisfaction of breaking you down, turning every moment into a test of control and passion.

Aquarius 8th House: Playful and unpredictable, grabbing you suddenly, pushing you against the wall with a mischievous smile, exploring new ways to turn you on, breaking every rule just to see your reaction, switching from soft to rough without warning, craving excitement and adventure in every touch, pulling you into their unique world of passion, whispering how they want to explore every part of you, always keeping things unexpected and thrilling, pushing boundaries for the sake of excitement, never letting you get too comfortable.

Pisces 8th House: Soft, dreamy seduction that turns into raw, emotional intensity, pulling you into their world with soft kisses before devouring you with passion, craving a deep, soul-bonding connection, gripping your body with both gentleness and need, making you feel like you’re floating on desire, their touch both soothing and overwhelming, whispering their fantasies in your ear as they pull you closer, losing themselves in the moment, craving to merge with you completely, leaving you breathless with the depth of their emotions.

[wisdomandroyalty]

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[britishchick09]

the rewrite is 153,074 words and 470 pages so far and i put that in a book calculator set at 5x8... which made it 730 pages!!!! :o

[noctil2]

Royalty calculation for record labels

Royalty Calculation for Independent vs. Major Record Labels: 5 Quick Contrasts

Curious about the differences in royalty calculation between independent and major record labels? Here’s a quick breakdown to help you understand the distinctions:

Contract flexibility

Independent labels often offer more personalized contracts tailored to individual artists, while major labels typically have standardized agreements.

Scale of operations

Independent labels handle fewer artists and releases, whereas major labels manage a vast array of artists and content.

Technology and resources

Independent labels may use simpler royalty management tools due to budget constraints, while major labels invest in advanced, proprietary software.

Revenue streams

Independent labels have diverse revenue sources, including physical sales and digital downloads, whereas major labels primarily focus on mainstream revenue streams like DSPs.

Transparency and reporting

Independent labels tend to offer more transparent communication with artists about royalty calculations, while major labels may have more sophisticated but less transparent reporting systems.

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[legend-tripper]

"your not worth more than $12/article" ok then why do you keep republishing old articles of mine to keep them near the top of the feed? do they drive a lot of traffic or smth?

[brevemusicstudios]

How Much Royalties Do Music Streaming Services Pay? | 2022 Royalty Report

How Much Royalties Do Music Streaming Services Pay? There are 4 major factors: 1. The listener's country. 2 Whether the listener...

Music Royalties in 2022 All major streaming services pay royalties based on an artist’s share of overall streams across the platform. Although none of the platforms share their exact formula for their pay per stream, there are estimates available. Below are approximate figures reported by Ditto in 2020 for US-based streams: Streaming ServiceRoyalty RateSpotify$0.00437 per streamApple…

[redroomreflections]

Just Once More

Natasha Romanoff xFem!Reader

Missed Connections Universe - you can read here.

Summary: Princess Natasha of Russia, is to be wed to Prince Amir of Senoria, the only problem is his younger sister catches her eye.

This installment: Natasha is lonely while Prince Amir is away.

Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, virginity loss

Note: Another contribution to society. It was in my drafts and I left it here to rot like all my other drafts. Then I picked it up because I was inspired by kinktober.

w/c: 6.3k

The heavy silk sheets felt more like a cage than a comfort. Natasha turned onto her side for what felt like the hundredth time that night, her restless body unable to find peace. Her eyes remained wide open, staring at the ceiling, while her mind raced with thoughts she couldn’t quiet.

The palace was silent. Too silent.

She could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second pulling her further from any chance of sleep. The bed, grand and soft, offered no relief from the gnawing ache in her chest. The emptiness beside her, Amir’s absence, was supposed to be a reprieve. But all it did was remind her of how far apart they had grown—how hollow everything between them had become. She supposed they had a good marriage so far. They barely bickered, hung out often, and had a lot of fun together. He simply didn't feel like a husband. She didn't love him. Not in the romantic sense at least.

She exhaled sharply, frustration building as she twisted the sheets around her fingers. She thought she’d be better at this by now—this life of royalty, this performance. But the truth lingered just below the surface: no title, no crown could cover the fact that she couldn’t give him what he needed. What they expected.

An heir.

The word itself made her feel sick.

Natasha's jaw tightened as she turned over again, her back now facing the wide, empty room. The weight of it all pressed down on her, a constant, heavy reminder of her failure. It wasn't just Amir. It was the whispers in the halls, the subtle looks from the court, and the cold distance that had grown between her and the man she had promised to stand beside.

She couldn’t do it anymore. Not tonight. In the darkness, Natasha pushed the covers off her, the chill of the night air hitting her bare skin. She moved with quiet determination, slipping out of bed and reaching for the robe draped over a nearby chair. As she tied it around her waist, her heart pounded—not from fear, but from the desperate need for something real, something she hadn’t felt in far too long.

Her feet moved before she could think to stop them, carrying her toward the door. She didn’t need to think. She knew where she was going. Natasha glanced down the hall, ensuring it was empty before slipping out of her room. The palace was asleep, its inhabitants tucked away in their rooms, none the wiser to her midnight escape.

The sound of her bare feet against the cold marble floor echoed softly as she made her way to your bed chambers. It was quiet on the trek from her sleeping quarters.

Your room was closer to the guest wing than hers. A benefit of being a royal sibling, she thought, as opposed to the consort of one. The palace had never felt quite like home to her, and her husband never like a husband.

But you? You were something else entirely.

Natasha was used to the feeling of loneliness, but somehow it had intensified over the past six months, growing heavier as time went on. In the midst of it, you were the bright spot in her otherwise monotonous life.

Your friendship came as a surprise. Natasha had always been the odd one out, an outsider, someone to observe rather than befriend. She found that you were the total opposite of your brother. While he was all business and formal, you were warmth and at ease. Where Amir’s touch was distant, and calculated, yours was always genuine, whether a brush of fingers in passing or a comforting hand on her arm when she needed it most. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything—it couldn’t. But the line between what was and what wasn’t had blurred long ago, and tonight, it had all become too much to ignore.

Natasha slowed her steps as she neared your door, her heart pounding louder than the soft footfalls on the marble behind her. She pressed her hand to the cool wood, hesitating for a brief moment. What was she doing? She wasn’t supposed to be here, not like this, and certainly not while Amir was away. But the ache in her chest, the unbearable weight of everything she couldn’t say, pushed her forward.

You were the only one who made her feel like herself again, the only one who didn’t look at her and see a crown, or a title, or a failure. She'd kept her promise not to tell your secret. You had intentionally kept your distance because of it. Though she couldn't figure out why. Her hand came to the door in rapid succession. One. Two. Three.

There was no turning back now.

She listened intently, her head cocked slightly as she tried to make out any signs of movement from inside. A faint rustling sound caught her attention, and she took it as an invitation to push open the door.

"Y/n?" She asked softly.

"Who is it?" Your voice sounded, a bit confused. "Natasha? Is that you?"

"Yes. May I enter?"

"Of course."

You had been in bed when she'd knocked, your feet propped up against the pillows as you read a book. You sat up in bed, the delicate fabric of your nightgown shifting as you moved. It was a simple slip dress, made of soft, lightweight material that clung loosely to your form, falling just below your knees. The top was sleeveless, dipping low between your breasts, the neckline accented with a fine lace trim.

You placed your book down, sliding off the edge of the bed and walking towards the door.

"Is everything alright?" You asked. "It's a little late."

"I know," Natasha sighed. "I just..."

You opened the door wider, a soft smile gracing your lips as you stepped aside.

"Come in."

Natasha looked around. It's the first time she's been in your bedroom. Natasha hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning the space before stepping inside. The room was cozy, far more inviting than her chambers. A soft glow emanated from the single lantern on your nightstand, casting warm shadows across the walls. The scent of lavender lingered in the air, likely from the small bundle of dried flowers near the window. It was a different than the cold, impersonal decor of her room, which always felt more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary.

She lingered by the door, her fingers brushing the smooth wood as she took it all in. Everything about the space felt more... you. The personal touches, the lived-in comfort, the warmth—it made her realize how lonely she felt in the stark emptiness of her quarters.

“This is... nice,” Natasha said, her voice quiet, almost as if she didn’t want to disturb the peace of the room.

You closed the door behind her, the soft click cutting through the silence. “It’s nothing special, really,” you shrugged. “Just a place to sleep.”

Natasha's eyes flickered to the bed, where you’d just been lounging, the impression of your body still visible in the rumpled sheets. For a moment, she was tempted to tell you why she was there—how the weight of her title, her inability to provide an heir, and the growing distance between her and Amir were suffocating her. But the words lodged themselves in her throat, heavy with the burden of expectation.

"Ah, missing my brother aren't you?" You guessed.

"Yes," she nodded, not bothering to hide the lie.

"That's why you're here?"

"Yes."

"Oh." You looked away for a moment, clearing your throat before meeting her gaze. There was a brief silence as the weight of your words hung in the air. Natasha could see the flicker of disappointment in your eyes, though you tried to mask it with a soft smile. It made her chest tighten, a pang of guilt twisting in her stomach. She hadn’t come here to talk about Amir, but how could she explain that without unraveling everything?

You gestured towards the bed, inviting her to sit. Natasha perched on the edge of the mattress, the soft comforter a stark contrast to the stiff, unwelcoming sheets in her room. She ran her fingers over the fabric, letting herself get lost in the simple act of touch.

You walked over to the nightstand, the floor cold against your bare feet. You turned back to Natasha, a playful glint in your eye. “Would you like to play a game?” You opened your nightstand drawer and pulled out a well-worn deck of playing cards, the corners slightly frayed from use.

“I thought you might be missing my brother,” you teased, fanning the cards out in your hand. “But maybe you just need someone to play with.”

Natasha’s lips curved into a faint smile, the weight of her worries momentarily lifted by the simple gesture. “What do you have in mind?”

You grinned, shuffling the cards with a practiced hand. “How about a classic game of Rummy? Or we could play a round of Blackjack—unless you’re feeling lucky.”

“Blackjack sounds good,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

As you both settled onto the edge of the bed, the tension in the air faded, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie. You dealt the cards, the quiet shuffle and snap of the deck punctuating the stillness of the night.

You slid the deck over, and she took it. She dealt out the rest of the cards, taking a moment to glance at her hand.

"So, how's life as Princess Consort of Senoria soon to be future Queen," You asked.

Natasha frowned slightly, her fingers tapping idly on the cards in her hand. "It's been good."

"Just good?" You arched an eyebrow.

Natasha shrugged, the question weighing on her mind. It was the first time she'd been asked that question, and it wasn't one she had an answer to. "I think things are going well."

"You mean my brother hasn't been showing you a good time?"

Natasha shook her head. "No. No, no. We've just been busy. There's a lot of things going on and we've had our projects."

You smirked. "Well, if you ever want a better tour, I'd be more than happy to oblige."

"When you're not avoiding me?" Natasha blurted.

You stopped, surprised at the sudden candor. You hadn't expected her to be so direct, especially not about that. You paused, a guilty expression washing over your features.

"I wasn't..." You shook your head. "I have my own life to live."

"And yet, here you are," she pointed out.

"In my bedroom yes," You nodded. "It's usually where I am at this hour."

Natasha pursed her lips. She didn't believe you, and from the way you averted your gaze, neither did you. You hadn't seen each other outside of public events since the wedding. You liked it that way. Less room for confusion.

"Something's bothering you," You guessed as you played your hand.

"How would you know?" She shot back, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Well, I haven't seen you in months, so..."

Natasha's gaze fell, her hand hovering over the cards. She didn't know if she could trust you. You tilted your head, studying her expression closely. “You know, if you wanted to talk about it…” You began, trailing off as Natasha shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, but the tightness around her eyes betrayed her.

“Are you?” You pressed gently, your curiosity piqued. “It’s been six months, and I can’t help but notice how you light up around others, but you seem… different around Amir.”

Natasha sighed, her gaze dropping to the cards in her hand. “It’s just… there’s a lot of pressure,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everyone expects me to provide an heir, and it feels like every day that passes just adds to that weight.”

You nodded, absorbing her words. “That’s a heavy burden to carry,” you said softly. “Have you talked to Amir about how you feel?”

“He’s… focused on his duties,” She answered a hint of sadness in her tone. “I don’t want to add to his stress. He has so much to manage already.”

“But you matter too, Natasha,” You urged, your brow furrowing. “You’re more than just a title. You deserve to be happy, to feel supported.”

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face. “I don’t know if he sees me that way,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “Sometimes I wonder if he even notices I’m struggling.”

You squeezed her hand gently, determined to show her that she was not alone. “He should,” you said firmly. “You’re not just a consort; you’re a partner. He needs to know how you’re feeling.”

Natasha met your gaze, a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty in her eyes. “You make it sound so easy,” she replied, a small smile breaking through her sadness. “But it’s not.”

“Maybe not easy,” You agreed. "I know my brother." There was a pause.

"Can I ask you a question?" Natasha asked. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously.

"Shoot." You said as you reached over for a sip of water.

"How much do you know about sex?"

You choked on the sip of water, trying to cover up the cough. "Not a lot."

"You seem very informed," Natasha countered.

"I've read a few books." You set down your goblet. "Listened to stories as you have done. I think you'd know more than me. Seeing as you've done it and all."

"Not willingly." She muttered and your eyes widened. "I don't mean he's hurt me. I just...it's not exciting. I used to hear the handmaidens talk back in the palace at home. They would describe it with such passion and emotion."

"And you're not getting that?" You cringed. Hearing of your brother and Natasha in bed was the last thing you needed.

"I don't even think we're having sex," she admitted. "He's good to me. He's gentle. I feel things but..."

You let out a groan. "God, you are my sister now and I never needed to hear this."

"I'm sorry," She frowned. "I have no one to speak of this with."

"Why not your mother? Surely she can help."

"My mother?" She blanched. "No. Absolutely not. She's more old-fashioned. She thinks I should fulfill my duties and that's it. What if things we are doing currently is what prevents us from having an heir? What if I'm not doing something right?"

You shifted a bit. "I don't know if I'm the person to ask about this."

"Please," she begged. "You're the only one I can trust."

"Alright, alright." You sighed. "Look, you just need to focus on the act and not what happens after."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, enjoy yourself. Do what feels good, not what Amir wants."

"He's my husband," Natasha blinked.

"Exactly."

"So, I should do what makes me happy?"

"Exactly," You repeated. "Do something for yourself. I think he would enjoy it." You would need to wash your brain after this conversation.

Natasha bit her bottom lip, considering the idea. Maybe you were right. Maybe she did need to take control of the situation, rather than let Amir lead. Maybe if she tried something different, she would feel more connected to him.

She took a deep breath. "Is that what you do?"

"What?"

"Do you do what feels good for yourself?"

You stared at her for a moment. "That's not appropriate."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not married," You countered. "It's different."

"How?"

"It's just not the same," You shook your head.

"But..." Natasha paused. "Are you not satisfied either?"

You blinked. "Natasha, it's not about satisfaction."

"So, you are?"

"This is not the conversation I was expecting to have with you," You mumbled, your cheeks heating up. Natasha deflated. It seems she would be getting nowhere. Not that it was any of her business.

"I'm sorry," She muttered.

"It's alright."

"No, it's not."

"Hey," You took her hand. "If you're not happy then do something about it."

"What if I'm not supposed to be happy?"

"Then make the most of what you have." You offered her a kind smile. "There's more to life than just a marriage, Nat."

She returned the smile, grateful for your friendship. Maybe things weren't so hopeless after all. Maybe she could find a way to make things work with Amir. And maybe, just maybe, she could be happy.

"I don't want to go back to my room," Natasha said. "It's lonely."

"Do you want to stay here?"

"Really?" Her eyes lit up, a look of excitement flashing across her features.

"Of course," You nodded. "I mean, I'd feel bad kicking you out."

"Thank you," She smiled. "I'll be gone in the morning. You won't even know I was here."

"Oh, I'll know," You chuckled.

"Well, then maybe we'll have breakfast together," She suggested. "Would that be alright?"

"I would love that," You grinned. "But I need to get some sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow." You returned the deck of cards to your nightstand. You reach over to turn off the lantern.

Natasha's expression fell, a slight pout forming on her lips. She stood, turning away from you, to take off her robe and drape it over a nearby chair. As Natasha moved away to remove her robe, you felt an unexpected flutter of nerves in your stomach. It was one thing to share a space with her while playing cards, the tension between you eased by laughter and light conversation. But now, as the soft fabric slipped from her shoulders and hung over the chair, the atmosphere shifted.

You swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything other than the way her silhouette contrasted against the dim light. The way she carried herself was both confident and delicate, a combination that left you feeling unsteady.

Your heart raced as you considered the implications of her staying the night. It was thrilling, yet terrifying. The very idea sent a rush of warmth through you, mixed with the fear of crossing an unspoken boundary. What if she misread your kindness? What if this moment changed everything between you?

“I—uh, I’ll just,” you stammered, trying to regain your composure. You busied yourself straightening the covers on the bed, your hands fidgeting nervously as you avoided looking directly at her. “I’ll get you some blankets.” You said, inadvertently referring to the way her nipples hardened at the slightest bit of cool air.

“Hey,” Natasha said softly, her voice cutting through your internal disorder. She folded her arms over her chest. You finally met her gaze, and the warmth in her eyes made your heart skip. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m fine.”

Her reassurance did little to calm your nerves. You could feel the weight of the silence stretching between you, thick with unsaid words and unacknowledged feelings. “It’s just… I want you to be comfortable,” you managed, trying to maintain a casual tone while your heart raced.

“Trust me, I am,” she said, took a step closer on her side of the bed, she smiled.

You took a breath. She was right. It was just a friendly gesture. There was nothing more to it. You were just being polite. You forced a smile and climbed into the bed, slipping beneath the sheets. Natasha hesitated a moment, then joined you.

She rested her head on the pillow, lying on her back. You matched her position. She could barely make out your features in the dim light.

"So, you are to marry Hosi of Wakanda?" She asked.

"I guess so," You sighed.

"I'm sure he will treat you well."

"Do you know him?"

"Only by reputation."

"Which is?"

"He's a good man."

"That might be the problem," You muttered. "He's a man."

Natasha's brow furrowed slightly, catching the hint of your reluctance. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged, trying to brush off the weight of your thoughts, but the truth lingered in the air between you. “It’s just… I’m not really into men, you know? Hosi might be a good man, but he’s still a man.”

A flicker of understanding crossed Natasha’s face, and she leaned back against the bed, her expression softening. “I see.”

“It’s complicated,” you continued, your voice dropping to a whisper as if saying it out loud might somehow make it more real. “I’ve known for a long time that I’m attracted to women, but it doesn’t matter. In this world, it’s expected that I marry a man. That I produce heirs. That I fulfill my duty.”

“Doesn’t sound like a life you want for yourself,” Natasha observed gently.

You looked away, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls. “It’s not. But what choice do I have? I can’t just defy my family. I can’t risk their wrath. And besides,” you sighed, forcing a laugh that didn’t quite reach your eyes, “who would want me? A woman who loves women? That’s not exactly what the kingdom needs.”

Natasha regarded you with a seriousness that made your heart race. “You deserve to be happy, regardless of what anyone else thinks. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your desires for the sake of duty.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and profound, as you wrestled with the truth in them. You wanted to believe it, to embrace the idea that your happiness mattered. But the constraints of your reality weighed heavily on you, and fear clawed at your throat.

"If you could marry anyone and be anywhere what would your wife be like?"

"She'd be someone who understands me."

"Who's that?"

"I don't know." You answered honestly. "She'd be kind. She'd be fierce."

"And?"

"Smart, strong." You sighed. "It doesn't matter."

"It does matter," She assured you. "It matters to you."

"I don't have the luxury of choosing." You sighed. "I just wish I'd taken the chance to lie with Akira before this marriage."

"Akira?"

"The woman from the ball in your kingdom. The handmaiden," You reminded her.

"Did you have feelings for her?"

"No," You admitted. It wasn’t entirely the truth. She didn’t need to hear it. "I didn't. It was just physical."

"Ah," Natasha nodded. "How do you imagine it would be with a woman?"

"You ask a lot of questions, Princess," You teased.

"Well, you're my friend. I want to know what makes you happy," She answered earnestly.

"I suppose it would be tender," You pondered. "Caring, passionate."

"And how would you imagine the act itself?"

You paused. The question had thrown you. You had never spoken of sex, or pleasure, in such detail with anyone before. And now, here you were, lying in bed with your brother's wife, discussing intimacy.

"I'm not sure," You replied carefully, uncertain how to respond.

"You've never pleasured yourself?"

"Of course, I have," You laughed, hoping to dispel the sudden tension. "That's the question you've been trying to get me to answer all night."

"How do you touch yourself?"

"Are you sure you want to know the answer?" You quirked an eyebrow. "You're a married woman now, remember?"

Natasha blushed. "It's not a sin to be curious."

You rolled onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow, facing her. "Well, when I'm alone and there's no one to interrupt, I start by undressing. I let my hands wander over my body, feeling the warmth of my skin."

"And then?"

"I imagine what it would feel like if it was someone else touching me." You continued, your voice dropping to a low whisper. "I close my eyes and pretend that it's a lover's hands on my skin, caressing me, bringing me pleasure."

Natasha's eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite place.

"Do you think of a specific person?" She asked.

"Sometimes."

"Who is it, usually?"

"It's not always the same person," You answered, evading her question.

"So, it's not the same person each time?"

"No," You replied, your breath catching as Natasha's hand brushed against yours.

"So, it changes."

"Yes." You closed your eyes. Her hands rest on your, encircling your wrist. Your skin is hypersensitive to her touch as she strokes your inner wrist. "You are my brother's wife."

"And that bothers you."

"It shouldn't."

"But it does."

"Can we not do this?"

"Do what?"

"This," You gestured between the two of you. "Don't do something you are going to regret. "

"Do you think I'm not going to regret this?"

"Regret what, exactly?"

"You and me, lying in this bed together, talking about these things."

"I'm unsure," You furrowed your brow.

"What do you want, Y/N?"

"I shouldn't have brought you here."

"But you did. Why?"

"You said you were lonely," You answered. "I didn't want you to feel that way."

"I appreciate the sentiment," She replied.

"I didn't want you to sleep alone, and I didn't want to wake my servant."

"That's not an answer."

"What do you want from me?" You questioned. "What are we doing?"

"We're just talking."

"About sex."

"About pleasure."

"You're my sister-in-law."

"That doesn't mean we can't talk about it."

"We can't go down this path," You sighed. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because," You struggled to find the words. Before you could silence the thoughts racing through your mind, Natasha leaned forward and kissed you. It wasn't passionate or life-changing. It was a simple pressing of lips. It ignited a fire deep within your belly. You could taste the remnants of wine on her lips.

She pulled away, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "Is that not okay?"

"You're my brother's wife," You repeated, almost as if reminding yourself.

"It doesn't have to mean anything," Natasha whispered, her lips mere inches from yours.

"This is dangerous," You warned, your resolve crumbling.

"Only if we let it be," She murmured, closing the distance between you once again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense. Her lips were soft and warm, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

As the kiss deepened, the air between you crackled with tension and desire. You could feel the heat rising in your body, the need for more consuming you. You let out a moan as Natasha's tongue danced with yours. Her hands were on your skin, exploring, caressing, bringing you closer to her.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, your heart racing. You knew that if you kept going, there would be no turning back. But the look in Natasha's eyes was enough to convince you that you didn't want to turn back.

"Natasha, are you sure about this?" You whispered your voice husky with need.

"I want this," She answered, her eyes dark with lust. "Do you?"

"Yes," You breathed, losing yourself in the moment.

You surrendered to her, giving in to the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface. You gripped the fabric of her dress as you kissed her. Your tongues danced, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Natasha's hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, teasing.

The heat between you was intoxicating. You could feel her body pressed against yours, the heat of her skin searing into yours. You wanted more. You needed more.

You pulled her dress off and tossed it aside. You couldn't get enough of her. Her skin was soft and warm, and the feeling of her body against yours was exhilarating.

Natasha's hands explored your body, tracing the contours of your curves. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through you. You moaned as her fingers trailed over your breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh. She swirled her thumb over your nipple, toying with it through the fabric.

"Has anyone ever touched you like this before?" She asked. Her question was met with a quiet whimper. She leaned forward and caught the hardening bud between her lips. You gasped as she suckled it, sending bolts of pleasure through you.

"Never," You breathed, the word coming out as a moan. Of course, you'd come close to this but you never allowed anyone to touch you so intimately. There had been quick fumbling and the ghost of fingers along your body but nothing like this. Natasha's mouth was talented, so wet and warm. It took everything you had not to come from the stimulation.

"You're sensitive," She hummed, moving her attention to the other side. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," You moaned as you rested a hand on the back of her head. "Don't stop."

"I won't," She promised.

You let yourself sink into the sensation, the feeling of her lips on your skin, her tongue swirling around your nipple, her hands caressing your body. You knew it was wrong to be here with her like this. You'd hate yourself in the morning. But right now, all you could focus on was the pleasure, the exquisite feeling of her touch.

Natasha kissed a path down your body, her tongue tracing a trail along your skin.

"Take this off," You muttered to her as you pushed at her shift. You needed some form of control in this situation. If you let her take charge, there would be no stopping this.

Natasha obliged and tossed the garment aside. She resumed her exploration of your body, her lips trailing lower and lower. She tugged at yours too, pushing it over your head.

She returned to her position at your chest. She nipped at the sensitive skin of your stomach. You shuddered and arched into her, craving more contact. Her hands skimmed up the length of your thighs, pushing them apart. She settled herself between your legs, her breath hot against your skin.

You watched her with bated breath as she moved her mouth to the apex of your thighs.

"Fuck," You swore as her tongue traced a path along your inner thigh.

"Does that feel good?" She asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Yes," You breathed. "Don't stop."

Natasha chuckled softly, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. She resumed her exploration, her lips moving closer and closer to your core. She'd never done this before. Neither had you. You'd had lovers but they'd never gotten this far. It had always been hurried, awkward encounters that had left you wanting. But Natasha... Natasha knew exactly what she was doing.

She kissed your mound. Your legs trembled, and you fought to keep them open. You wanted to give her access to everything. Her tongue traced a line along the seam of your pussy, teasing and tasting. You whimpered, unable to hold back. Natasha seemed to like the taste of you as she licked again.

"I thought you didn't know about this," You muttered as a curse formed on the tip of your tongue. "Where did you learn?"

"I've read a few books too," She answered, her voice thick with desire.

"And books taught you how to do this?"

"I like to learn new things," She smirked before flicking her tongue against your clit.

Your body tensed, and you gasped, the sensation so intense.

"Natasha, fuck."

She hummed in response, the vibrations driving you wild.

You reached out and buried your fingers in her hair, needing something to ground you.

"Who knew the princess knew such colorful words," She teased as she pressed her lips to the sensitive bud.

"Shut up and keep going," You growled, pulling her back to you.

Natasha chuckled but complied, her tongue exploring the length of your sex. She teased and tasted, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the pleasure building inside you, the tension coiling in your core.

She lapped at your clit, drawing the sensitive bud into her mouth. You moaned, the sound reverberating off the walls. She looked up, her green eyes meeting yours, and you felt the coil in your belly tighten.

"I want to make you feel good," She whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want to watch you fall apart."

"Keep doing what you're doing," You breathed.

Natasha smiled and dipped her tongue into your folds, fucking you with her tongue.

You cried out, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

"Natasha, I'm going to-"

She didn't let you finish. She slid a finger inside you, curling it, stroking that perfect spot. The slight pain of being penetrated for the first time caught you off guard. You tightened your legs around her head, and Natasha groaned against you. The sensation drove you over the edge, and you came hard, crying out as the pleasure washed over you.

Natasha rode out the waves of your orgasm, her tongue lapping at your juices.

You fell back against the pillows, panting, the aftershocks rippling through your body.

"That was... incredible," You gasped, the words barely audible.

Natasha chuckled and crawled up beside you, her fingers still slick with your arousal.

"I hope that was okay," Natasha said shyly.

"That was... better than okay," You sighed, the pleasure still lingering. You quite enjoyed the ache between your thighs.

"So, that was your first time?"

"It was," You confirmed. "And you? You've never done this before?"

"No," She shook her head. "You were the first woman I've been with."

"So, how did you know what to do?"

"I told you," She replied, a smirk on her face. "I like to read."

"Books don't teach you how to do that," You insisted, shaking your head.

"I'm naturally gifted then," She shrugged.

"You're insufferable," You rolled your eyes, despite the smile tugging at your lips.

"I'm not the one who's insufferable," She grinned, leaning in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on her lips. It was erotic and intoxicating. You wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"I want to pleasure you too," You whispered against her lips. "Of the two of us, you're the one who hasn't had an orgasm before."

"Is that what it's called? What just happened to you at the end?" Natasha asked.

"That was an orgasm," You nodded.

"That's a strange name for it," She chuckled.

"Well, that's what it's called," You shrugged. "What would you call it?"

"I'm not sure," She said thoughtfully. "Something nicer than an orgasm."

"An 'orgasm' is a perfectly fine word," You laughed.

"It's not," She shook her head.

"What books have you been reading?" You asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, the usual," She shrugged, feigning innocence. "Poetry. The Bible."

"You've been reading erotic poetry," You laughed.

"Perhaps," She winked.

"Then it's only fair that I should return the favor," You replied, leaning in for another kiss.

"I'd like that," She murmured.

You rolled her onto her back, taking the opportunity to explore her body.

Her skin was soft and warm, and she squirmed beneath your touch.

You trailed your fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples. She gasped, arching into your touch.

"Do you like that?" You whispered.

"Yes," She breathed, her voice thick with desire.

You bent your head, capturing a nipple between your lips. You sucked gently, swirling your tongue around the hardened bud. Natasha moaned, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her.

"Fuck," She swore, her voice cracking.

"Good girl," You smirked, the praise escaping your lips before you could stop it. Your fingers trailed a path down her body. She was soft to the touch, her body trembling under yours.

"Y/N, please," She begged, the desire in her voice evident.

"I've got you," You soothed, your hand moving between her thighs. You felt around the soft curls of her pussy,

"Fuck," Natasha gasped as your fingers brushed against her folds. You dipped a finger inside, finding her soaked with desire.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," You whispered, your voice full of promise.

"Please," She breathed.

You slid a finger inside her, and she moaned, the sound sending a shiver of pleasure through you.

"That's a good girl," You cooed, her pussy clenching around your finger.

"It feels good," She whimpered, her hips bucking.

"I know, sweet girl," You soothed.

You added a second finger, curling them, stroking that perfect spot. Natasha cried out, the sound echoing off the walls. You could tell she was close, her body trembling beneath yours. You kissed her quickly, swallowing her moans, hoping that one of the guards wouldn't come to investigate.

"I want you to come for me," You whispered, the words coming out as a command.

Natasha cried out, her orgasm hitting her hard. You rode out the waves, continuing to stroke her, drawing out her pleasure.

"Good girl," You praised, pulling her into a deep kiss.

"That was amazing," She gasped, the words barely audible. "Are you sure this was your first time doing that?"

"It was my first time doing it to someone else," You reminded her. "Though I'm sure you wouldn't like to hear about me and Akira."

"No," Natasha shook her head.

"Well, now we're even," You smiled.

"Thank you," She murmured, snuggling closer to you.

"I didn't do it for thanks," You replied, stroking her hair.

"Can we do it again?" She asked.

"Natasha," You began. You didn't want to disappoint her. She was still your brother's wife.

"Please, just once more," She begged, her eyes pleading.

"Just once more," You relented, unable to deny her.

"Good," She smiled, capturing your lips in a kiss.

"And after that?" You asked, breaking the kiss.

"We'll see where the night takes us," She replied, her eyes full of mischief.

You surrendered to her, losing yourself in the pleasure and the sin.

[love-laugh-lobotomy]

obsessed with the relationship between Abraham and hellboy. Not brothers not friends not lovers but a secret fourth thing. Bound together. Destined for eachother. Inseparable. A matched set. Dual spirits. Neither one can truly die while the other lives.

Both were created by immensely powerful forces (the royalty of hell, the ancient god of the ocean depths) for purposes that are entirely dependent on one another: one is destined to destroy the modern world, the other destined to create a new Eden from the wreckage.

the color theory of red and blue in contrast but still matching, just like the stark difference in personality: Abraham’s violence and recklessness and calculated behavior and almost emotionless demeanor versus hellboys patience and kindness and impulsive, anger fueled outbursts and utter horror at the idea of harming the world in any way.

The religious symbolism of the name Abraham. The tenderness of their relationship. Their first meeting, even. Hellboy saying he was essentially a lab rat for so much of his life and that he can’t bear to see that happen to anyone else. Abraham saying that during his first years he was afraid of everything except hellboy. The way they fell into each others arms.

it’s not even homoeroticism; it’s something else entirely

[creamflix]

EPISODE 6 — ROYALTY & UNIVERSITY ! — featuring choso kamo (960 words) & sukuna ryomen (1.5k words) content warnings: all of this is implied as roleplay, teacher assistant x teacher [university setting], heinen era, fingering, so much of praise + vanilla + fluff, sort of pining, marking (hickies, bites etc.), heavy and sloppy making out, size difference, clumsiness (awkwardness; overeagerness; during sex by reader) - can be read as inexperienced/virgin reader, cock worship (hand + blowjob), soft service dom! choso, soft dom! sukuna — kinktober masterlist ♰ general masterlist

it's late, the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating the papers scattered in front of you. another night of grading, and CHOSO, your dedicated teaching assistant, is by your side. 

he's been quiet tonight, helping organize the assignments into neat piles, his usual focus steady, but you've caught him glancing at you more than once. something's on his mind, and his hands seem restless, fingers tapping lightly on the table.

you take a deep breath, leaning back in your chair, eyes heavy with fatigue. "this never ends, does it?" you joke, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "you'd think these students would make it easier on us."

choso's eyes flick to yours, hesitant at first. "i, um..." he starts, his voice low, almost too quiet to hear over the hum of the lamp. "i've been thinking... about something." his body language shifts — he's tense, shoulders hunched slightly, as if he's been holding himself back.

you raise a brow. "thinking about what?" you ask, curious, though the way his gaze drops to the table catches your attention.

"you work too hard," he says, his voice steadier now, but still soft, careful. "you deserve... more than just my help with grading."

there's a pause, thick with the weight of what's unsaid, and then, with a slow, deliberate motion, choso's hand inches beneath the table, brushing against your thigh. his fingers are tentative at first, as if he's asking permission without words, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation.

"choso.." your voice trails off, caught between surprise and curiosity. you can feel the tension radiating from him, his usual composed demeanor cracking just enough to reveal something deeper — something he's clearly thought about for a long time.

"only if you want," he murmurs, leaning in just a little, his breath warm against your cheek as he speaks. "i've been holding back for so long... but if you say yes, i'll do anything for you." your heart races, and you give a small nod. 

that's all he needs. 

you can't help but relax into his touch, the stress of the day melting away under his attention. choso's eyes are dark, filled with desire, but also something softer — like he's waiting for any sign that you're uncomfortable, ready to stop at a moment's notice.

but you don't stop him. instead, you let him keep going, and his hand slips lower under the table, his breath hitching just a little. "tell me if it's too much," he murmurs, but the way his fingers trace your skin, slow and careful, tells you he's wanted this for a long time.

choso's fingers move with deliberate precision, each touch slow and calculated, like he's savoring every second of this moment. his thumb brushes against your folds, teasingly close, but never rushing. his touch is warm and gentle, coaxing you into relaxation, but there's a certain firmness in the way his fingertips press into your skin, hinting at the control he's trying so hard to maintain.

"just relax," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, as his fingers slip inside you, finally finding their way to where you're most sensitive. he takes a deep breath, his thumb tracing light, languid circles over your clit, as if testing your reaction. his eyes never leave your face, watching every tiny movement, every breath you take, like he's gauging how much you can handle.

his other hand steadies itself on your knee, grounding him as his fingers explore further. he's still so careful, methodical even, and when his ring and middle fingers slide in, they do so smoothly, with just enough pressure to make you gasp softly. he pauses for a split second, glancing up at you with an almost shy look, as if he's making sure it's still okay.

"does that feel good?" he asks, his voice low and intimate, his breath catching as his fingers curl inside you, just the right amount to hit that sweet spot. his movements are slow, agonizingly slow, as he begins to build a rhythm — his fingers moving in and out in a steady, gentle pulse. his thumb continues its circular motion, rubbing softly against your most sensitive spot, applying just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure through your body.

his voice is a soft, comforting hum, "you're so perfect like this," he whispers, his fingers curling and uncurling inside you with expert precision, each stroke more confident than the last. "you've been working so hard... let me take care of you." he presses his fingers in deeper, his thumb circling faster, his breath hitching as he listens to the soft sounds you're making, each one sending a spark of pride through him.

"you're doing so well," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear again, his voice trembling with restrained need. "just let go... i've got you." his fingers begin to quicken, finding a rhythm that's both steady and intense, each thrust bringing you closer to that breaking point, his thumb never ceasing its teasing, maddening circles.

choso's eyes flutter closed for a moment, as if lost in the feeling of you around his fingers, and then he opens them again, his gaze full of unspoken admiration. "you're so good," he whispers, voice thick with praise. "so, so good for me." his fingers curl deeper, hitting that spot again and again, his thumb pressing down just right, until the pressure inside you builds to the point where it's impossible to hold back.

and choso is there for it all — his fingers moving deftly, fluidly, as his lips ghost over your jawline, his voice filled with soft reassurances. "let go for me," he whispers, his voice low and husky, his fingers never faltering as they drive you over the edge. "just let go... i've got you."

the soft glow of the lanterns flickered gently, casting warm shadows across the ornate chamber. you stood before a polished mirror, adjusting the silk of your kimono, its delicate floral patterns shimmering in the light. the fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, but it was also slightly constricting, reminding you of your growing anticipation.

your heart raced as you made your way across the tatami mat, each step bringing you closer to SUKUNA, who lounged on a plush mat at the center of the room. he looked every bit the king in his yukata, the fabric draping over his broad shoulders, emphasizing his imposing frame. the sight of him sent a thrill through you; his presence was magnetic, a potent mix of danger and allure.

“come here,” he called, his deep voice reverberating through the space. you felt a flutter of excitement and apprehension as you approached, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your kimono. you swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as his dark gaze bore into you.

you felt your cheeks heat up as you closed the distance, the silk of your kimono brushing against your legs, heightening your senses. as you reached him, you miscalculated your steps, stumbling slightly. a surprised gasp escaped your lips as you fell into his lap, but instead of embarrassment, you were met with a low, rumbling chuckle from him.

“careful now,” he teased, his hands instinctively wrapping around your waist, steadying you. “we wouldn’t want you to ruin that pretty little outfit.” his smirk was playful, yet there was an underlying possessiveness that sent a thrill through you.

“‘kuna….” you breathed, the name slipping from your lips like a secret. you were both nervous and eager, the air around you thick with tension. you gazed up at him, his features softened by the warm light, revealing the man behind the beastly facade.

“is that all you want to say?” he taunted, his eyes glimmering with mischief. your heart raced, and a sudden rush of confidence surged through you. you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss, the initial softness quickly escalating into a fervent connection.

the kiss was chaotic, messy, as you both got lost in the heat of the moment. sukuna’s lips moved against yours with a hunger that sent a wave of excitement coursing through you. his hands roamed your back, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer, deeper into the kiss.

in your eagerness, you felt your clumsiness kick in, your hands fumbling as they traced his jaw, then tangled in his hair, desperately trying to keep pace with him. you could feel the heat radiating from his body, igniting a fire within you that you had never felt before.

he pulled away slightly, breathless, his gaze dark and intense. “so eager,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting. “but there’s more to it than just kissing, you know.” with that, he leaned down, his mouth trailing down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

you felt the heat of his mouth against your skin as he began to leave a series of searing kisses down the column of your throat. each kiss was marked by a gentle bite, claiming you as his own, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. you gasped, your body arching instinctively towards him, craving more.

“suku — ” you whimpered, feeling both overwhelmed and exhilarated. he pulled back, looking at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“don’t call me that,” he said, his voice a low growl. “it only makes me want you more.” with that, he surged forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that left you breathless.

you leaned into him, feeling the weight of his body pressing you down, the size difference between you only adding to the thrill. your fingers traced over the hard planes of his chest, and you felt a surge of desire that made you bolder. you fumbled with the ties of his yukata, your heart racing as you struggled to free him from the fabric that seemed to hold him back.

as the intensity of the moment enveloped you, you found yourself surrendering to the overwhelming heat, your body moving instinctively with his. “i love you,” you confessed, the words tumbling from your lips in a breathless whisper, the honesty of the moment spilling out between the heated kisses and frantic touches.

sukuna paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before a grin spread across his face. “is that so? well, isn’t that cute?” he teased, leaning down to capture your mouth again, his kisses becoming more fervent, as if he were trying to consume you entirely.

“let me show you how it’s done,” he said, a playful edge to his voice as he pushed you onto your back, hovering over you.  “worship me,” he commanded, his voice low and sultry, reverberating in your chest. the weight of his words settled over you, enveloping you in a heady mixture of submission and desire. you nodded, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks as you felt the weight of his expectation settle upon you.

with trembling hands, you reached for him, wrapping your fingers around his length. the heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and you could feel him pulsating beneath your fingertips. you leaned closer, your heart pounding as you pressed soft kisses along the shaft, starting at the base and slowly making your way up to the tip, your lips lingering at each sensitive spot.

you could hear his breath hitch, the low growl of pleasure rumbling deep in his chest. “good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, urging you on. emboldened by his encouragement, you took him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck, swirling your tongue around him with practiced care.

the taste of him was intoxicating, a mixture of salt and musk that drove you wild with need. you felt his fingers tangle in your hair, guiding you, urging you to take him deeper. you surrendered to the rhythm he set, your mouth moving up and down in a steady motion, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through both of you.

the world around you faded away, leaving only the sound of your soft moans and the desperate gasps escaping sukuna’s lips. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his body tensing beneath your touch as he fought to maintain control. with each stroke, you grew bolder, your hands exploring the contours of his thighs, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath your fingers.

“just like that,” he encouraged, his voice a low growl as you took him even deeper, the pressure building within you. sukuna’s breath quickened, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, seeking more of you. you could feel the tension coiling within him, an electric energy that heightened your own arousal. as you continued to take him, you pulled back slightly, your lips glistening, your eyes locking onto his as you leaned in, your breath warm against his skin.

“please,” you murmured, your sultry voice a sultry whisper, filled with longing. “need more of you.”

his eyes darkened with desire, a predatory gleam shining through as he nodded, giving you the green light you craved. with renewed fervor, you took him back into your mouth, your movements becoming more urgent as you sought to please him. you felt your heart racing, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

you could sense his body responding to your every touch. the way his muscles tensed, the deep rumble of his voice urging you on, only fueled your eagerness. you quickened your pace, the sounds of your lips sliding against his skin echoing in the room, punctuated by his breathy gasps of pleasure.

“you’re doing so well,” he praised, his fingers tightening in your hair, guiding your rhythm. you felt a swell of pride at his words, and with each movement, you poured every ounce of your affection and desire into your actions. you could feel the heat pooling in your core, every moment intensifying as you became lost in the worship of him.

you could sense the tension building, the way his body reacted to your every touch. you increased your pace, your mouth working him faster, determined to bring him to the edge. the heat between you was overwhelming, the world outside forgotten as you lost yourselves in this intimate moment.

as sukuna finally reached his peak, he surged forward, filling your mouth with warmth, his essence spilling forth in waves. you surrendered completely, swallowing every drop, wanting to take all of him in. the taste of him lingered on your tongue, a reminder of the connection you shared.

when the last tremors of his pleasure subsided, you slowly pulled away, a soft smile gracing your lips as you looked up at him. sukuna’s expression was a mix of disbelief and satisfaction, the admiration in his gaze igniting a warmth within you that felt all-consuming.

“you really are something,” he murmured, his voice still thick with pleasure as he reached down to caress your cheek, his touch gentle yet possessive.

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