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tightjeansjavi · 7 months ago

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‘Cause After Midnight…

A/N: this idea came to be randomly yesterday morning and thus the brain rot began! Idk about y’all, but I would do ANYTHING for slumber party!Dieter 🤭 big thank you to @chronically-ghosted for sharing the brain rot cell with me this week! 🫡

~word count: 8.5k~ yeaaaah idk what happened!

Summary: a slumber party with your bestie Dieter Bravo, after midnight! What could possibly happen between the two of you?

Pairing | slumber party!dieter x best friend female!reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, a little sprinkle of angst, DUBIOUS CONSENT, mentions of alcohol and ouid smoking, infidelity (not by dieter) toxic relationship (Dieter’s ex) denial of feelings, secret pining, best friends to lovers?, pussy pronouns, domestic intimacy, mutual masturbation, masturbation with a shower head (iykyk), sexual tension, language, dirty talk, unprotected piv, aftercare, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is bug, +18 minors dni!

Being Dieter Bravo’s best friend since…well, forever, came with a long list of perks. Your favorite perk of all, you may ask? Getting to spend time with your best friend. Whether that was at his home, lounging side by side next to his inground pool, stumbling out of a DTLA nightclub, clammy hands entwined together as you head to the nearest street food cart ASAP (Dieter demands steak tacos when he’s wasted) or when you were his glittering gem on the red carpet, dodging the incessant questions from the red carpet wasps—I mean, interviewers asking you and Dieter if you were dating.

It was like clockwork, you and Dieter would look at one another, laugh and shake your heads in sync, “us, dating? No, you have it all wrong! We’re simply just two besties that do everything together, don’t get it twisted!” (So what if you and Dieter would sometimes get equally wasted in the club and drunkenly makeout…and sometimes, while making out, he would grope your ass beneath your dress—you were just friends! Best friends kiss like all the time…right?)

Of course, Hollywood didn’t buy it despite yours and Dieter’s repetitive denial, and the fact that Dieter was currently smitten with his girlfriend—well, ex-girlfriend now. The tabloids spewed their cheap gossip, but your friendship with Dieter never soured.

You frequently slept over on the weekends he was home. It was your shared routine from Friday-Sunday (sometimes even Mondays), you and Dieter would get higher than two kites, cross off a few movies on your watch lists, paint together, and order takeout for every meal. Truthfully, it was fucking bliss.

This weekend, in particular, Dieter decided he wanted to have a whole ass slumber party. (Not nearly as extravagant as the princess diaries slumber party, or the Barbie movie) but Dieter knew how to throw a killer intimate slumber party. He invited all of his close, niche friends including you. He already had a whole array of different foods to munch on throughout the night so that no one would go hungry.

As always, Dieter was nearly glued to your side and if it were anyone else, or any other man for that matter, you would be annoyed, but when it came to Dieter, you shared your small bubble of space happily with him.

Everything was going swimmingly, until Dieter’s ex showed up uninvited. Dieter was in the whirlpool, wearing the tiniest swim trunks known to man. He had a beer in one hand while his other arm was resting along the outside of the hot tub. He was mid conversation, laughing about something one of his friends said before his eyes met yours when you appeared from the kitchen, a nervous look plastered on your face as you approached the hot tub.

“Hey, Dee?..” you crouched down along the edge of the hot tub.

“Yeah, bug?” He took a sip of his beer, brow cocking in curiosity. “What’s up? Why do ya look so worried?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Dee. Just uh—well, your ex just sorta showed up uninvited. She’s in the kitchen—”

“What the fuck do you mean she just sorta showed up?! What the fuck.” He groaned, dragging his wet hand across his face, squeezing his eyes shut. “I reckon she just invited herself in, too?”

Your nod confirmed his suspicions. “Unfortunately she did. I told her she wasn’t welcome, but she essentially told me to fuck off.” You stifled a laugh.

“Yeah, well, she’s never exactly been the type to respect boundaries.” He sighed and handed you his beer so that he could pull himself out of the hot tub. The swim trunks he was wearing quite literally left little to the imagination, and you swore that you caught a glimpse of his infamous package when he bent down and grabbed his towel to quickly dry off.

His hand gently brushed yours as he reached for his beer. “I’ll deal with her. Not gonna let it spoil my night.” He gruffed out and draped the towel around his shoulders. “Be back in a jiffy, bug.” He winked and headed towards the sliding doors leading to the kitchen.

When he didn’t return to the backyard in over 20 minutes, that’s when you made the executive decision to see if he was okay. When you neared the front door, you could hear the distinct tone of Dieter’s voice through the thin glass and you caught a glimpse of him throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“You can’t just fucking show up here uninvited! You’re not only trespassing, but you’re crossing a boundary! This is exactly why we broke up in the first place because you’re just so fucking clingy!” He yelled.

“Oh, I’M THE CLINGY ONE?!” She laughed, jabbing her perfectly manicured finger directly into his bare chest. “So, it has nothing to do with the fact that you spent more time with your best friend than with your girlfriend?! Don’t you think thats a bit fucking weird, Dieter?!”

“Oh, for fucks sakes! Here we go again! Don’t you dare go bring her into this when she’s done nothing wrong! So sorry that you felt like the attention I was giving you was inadequate! Guess that gave you just the right amount of ammo to cheat on me with MY fucking pilates instructor?! Dude, I can’t even look the guy in the face anymore without wanting to rip his dick off, balls and all!”

“YES, because you left me with no other choice, Dieter! He gave me more attention than you ever have!”

“Right, sure! So instead of oh—I don’t know, acting like a fucking normal person, you let your jealousy take front and center and cheat on me?! Why the fuck couldn’t you just be like hey, Dieter! I’m feeling under-appreciated in our relationship and I’d like to talk about it in a healthy, productive way because I love and respect you as a person! I would have never fucking cheated on you, don’t you get that?!”

“Okay—you’re right! I’m sorry that I wasn’t mature, and I’m sorry I cheated on you, Dieter. I’m so sorry! Can we please just—”

He laughed, throwing his head back with his hands carding through his damp curls in disbelief. “You have got to be shitting me! You just expect me to what—take you back after all of that?! Fuck you. I may be a stupid fucking actor, but I’m not that stupid. Please, can you just—leave? I don’t want to call the cops, but I will if I have to.”

“Dieter, come on! Baby, please. Let’s just talk—”

“I’m not your baby.” He muttered and turned on his heel and walked back towards the front door. He really just wanted to bury his face in his hands and scream, but he was determined to not let her ruin his night. So, when he opened the door, and found you on the other side, he let out a visible sigh of relief. “Well, that was a crapshoot. Did ya hear any of it, bug?” He closed the door softly and made sure to lock it for good measure.

“You okay, Dee? I heard the last bit of it…I’m sorry that you had to deal with that.”

“S’okay. It’s done now and I’m gonna try and not let it ruin the rest of the night. Thank you for checking in on me, bug. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, Dee. Everyone is still in the backyard. Wanna join them? Otherwise I was thinking maybe you and I can get high?”

He grinned at your suggestion, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorjamb, “say less.”

That’s how you found yourself in Dieter’s bedroom, sitting on the floor with his rolling tray in your lap while he was changing out of his too-tight swim trunks and into a pair of boxers that were…equally as tight. You loved the way that his little bit of tummy pudge hung over the side of the boxer's waistband. What you wouldn’t give to worship that tummy while he shoves his—You kept your eyes focused on plucking a few bud clusters and placing them in the grinder. His phone was charging next to yours on the nightstand. You had Spotify open on shuffle playing yours and Dieter’s favorite playlist. The song that was currently playing was After Midnight by Chappell Roan.

He plopped down beside you, gently grabbing the tray and placed it in his lap so that he could roll the actual joint. He used the front of his bed as a backrest as he opened up the grinder and carefully distributed the ground up herb into one of the papers.

“I seriously don’t know how your dick can breathe in those tight fucking shorts, Dee.” you said with a playful edge to your tone as you let your head rest in the crook of his neck. He leaned into you too, naturally.

“They are not that tight!” He scoffed and looked over at you with a playful grin on his lips. “My dick can breathe in these perfectly fine, bug.” he retorted.

“Yeah, okay, whatever you say.”

Comfortable silence washed over the two of you while he finished rolling up the joint, looking over at you expectantly as he sparked the end of it, inhaling with his cheeks slightly hollowed, “should we have a full slumber party moment and paint our nails and do each other's makeup?” He asked softly, blowing the smoke upwards towards the ceiling and held the joint out to you between his pointer and middle finger.

“Shut up. I can’t believe you just brought that up because I was thinking the same exact thing!” You looked over at him In disbelief, reaching for the joint as your fingers briefly brushed against one another during the exchange. “I must have manifested this or something because I made sure to bring my nail polish this time!”

“Just start calling me Dieter the all knowing!” He chuckled, feeling the inhaled drug slowly send him into a relaxed state. He let his head comfortably rest against the back of the bed. “and I have my makeup that we can use! Think you can show me how to perfect the winged liner look? I’m shit at doing it on myself.” He huffed.

“I am not gonna start calling you Dieter that all knowing! There’s no way in hell I’m going to grant you all that power!” You nudged his shoulder gently with your own before you took a long drag from the joint, holding the smoke in your lungs before slowly exhaling it. “Of course I can help you with your eyeliner, Dee! Only if you let me pick out your nail color this time.”

“Okay, deal!” He was quick to respond with zero hesitation in his chipper tone.

So, after you each took a few more drags from the joint and your minds began to go hazy, Dieter lazily got up and walked into the en-suite to grab his bag of makeup from the bathroom cabinet. When he returned, you had grabbed your overnight bag and already had all of your nail products laid out.

“Damn, did ya bring your entire collection from home with ya?” He teased as he plopped down next to you. His movements were uncoordinated due to the drug coursing through his veins. He nearly fell into your lap, giggling and quietly apologizing as he sat back up. This was a normal occurrence for you and Dieter. Whenever the two of you would get high together, (which was frequent), you both became naturally affectionate and extremely touchy with one another. It was second nature, and something that neither you or Dieter ever thought about as being ‘weird’ and not the norm for most platonic friendships.

“Go big or go home, right Dee?” You had already picked out a pretty sparkly blue polish for his nails and set it off to the side.

“Absolutely, bug. Hey, can you do my makeup first, please?” He had his hands clasped in his lap, nervously twiddling his thumbs as if he was a child waiting to be reprimanded by his parents.

“Of course I can.” You said softly, and grabbed the makeup bag from his lap. “Hey, are you okay?…”

He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily and shook his head. “No, not really. I’m fucking pissed off about what happened down there with my ex.”

You nodded in understanding and stood up to grab one of his many pillows so that he would have something comfortable to lay against while you would do his makeup. “I gathered that.”

“That’s because you’re always reading the room, bug.” He chuckled, grabbing the pillow from you so that he could place it under his back. Once he was situated, he patted his thighs, beckoning you to come sit in his lap. (Doesn’t everyone straddle their best friend and do their makeup?)

“Am I?” You mused and wasted no time to straddle his hips, making yourself comfortable above him. He was looking up at you with that sparkle in his irises that only appeared around you. It was as if you were the reason why the sun shined, and the stars twinkled in the sky. You were too busy going through his bag of makeup to catch the look, and when your eyes did land upon his face, he looked like he was going through constricting emotions.

“Yeah, you’re really good at doing that, y’know?” He sighed, feeling his shoulders deflate and sink against the pillow.

“Do you want to talk about what happened, Dee?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, letting his hands gently rest around your hips, thumbs stroking the sliver of skin visible under your shorts in a soothing figure eight motion. “I mean, who the fuck just shows up to someone’s slumber party uninvited?”

“Well, she’s never really respected your boundaries, has she? Remember when you forgot to leave your phone in your dressing room at the Oscars, and when you were reading out the nominees and she called you, despite knowing that you were at the Oscars?” You grabbed his little bottle of toner and a couple cotton rounds, softly telling him to close his eyes.

He closed his eyes, flinching slightly when the cool mist of the toner kissed his skin. He relaxed further into the pillows when you gently patted the toner into his skin with the cotton round. “Yeah, that was a fucking disaster! I just remember going all red in the face and fearing that my career with the rest of the Hollywood assholes was over at that point.”

“I’m pretty sure she made that move out of spite, Dee. Y’know, because you didn’t ask her to be your plus one?”

He peeked one eye open to look up at you, “that’s because you’ve attended every single red carpet event with me, bug. It’s…tradition.” (Yeah, sure it is, Dieter. Just tradition.)

“I’m not justifying her behavior by any means, but I can understand why she was upset that you invited your best friend over your girlfriend to the Oscars.” You set the bottle of toner down and grabbed his usual moisturizer and squirted a few pumps onto your fingers and rubbed it into his skin.

“Yeah, I guess when you put it that way it does sound pretty fucked up huh? But I don’t think I deserved to be cheated on.” His lips curved into a downwards pout, brows furrowed intently.

“Oh, of course not, hun. Cheating is never justifiable.” You reassured him, reaching into the makeup bag and pulled out his primer, foundation and concealer. “Do you wanna do a full look or something on the more no makeup/makeup side?”

“So then why did she try to justify her reason for cheating on me? Not only that, she tried to sweet talk her way back in towards the end of the conversation. Oh, Dieter, I’m so sorry!” He scoffed, “she even pulled the baby card on me! I know I’m not the most emotionally intelligent individual 99% of the time, and I’ve struggled my whole life taking much of anything serious, but I still have a fucking heart despite what the tabloids gossip about.” He paused mid-venting, remembering what you had asked him, “surprise me, bug.”

“She pulled the baby card on you? What a fucking cunt move, honestly.” you shook your head. “Dieter, you have one of the biggest hearts in all of Hollywood, hun. You just don’t share it with everyone and that’s okay. Those tabloids are a load of crap. I told you before that you have to stop feeding into their agenda. It’s not worth it, Dieter.”

“Exactly! It was a cunt move. And if I didn’t realize my worth sooner, I probably would have fallen right back into a relationship with her again! You know what I’m starting to believe? Maybe…I just have to accept the fact that no one is ever gonna love me.”

You let out a sigh, reaching back into the makeup bag and pulled out one of his glitter shadows to apply on his eyelids. He let out a content hum when your fingers began to gently card through his damp curls while your other fingers began to gently pat the shimmery shadow onto his closed eyelids. “Dieter, don’t you fucking start that shit and claiming that no one is ever going to love you.”

“Well, it’s true! I can’t fucking hold a healthy relationship down to save my life! I’m the laughing stock of Hollywood, days away from fucking relapsing, and no one is gonna give a shit!”

“Dude, what are you talking about?” You fought the urge to laugh, not at him, of course, but at the situation at hand. “I love you, idiot. You are not the laughing stock of Hollywood, and you will not fucking relapse under my watch, Dieter.”

“Bug, I know you love me, and I love you too! But…that’s different. What I’m talking about is real, true love—ow!” He whimpered when you had accidentally poked his eye with your nail.

You weren’t even paying attention when he started rambling about true love and that the way he loved you was completely different…it stung and sent your heart straight through a shredder, and he had no idea!

“Shit, Dee! I’m so sorry—are you okay? My finger slipped.” Your palm came to rest around his scruffy jawline, leaning in close to make sure that you hadn’t accidentally poked his eye out with your fingernail. Your warm breath gently fanned his face as he blinked a few times to surpass the dull sting he felt on his cornea.

“I’m okay, bug. But damn, girl! Are you trying to poke my eye out or something?” He joked, trying to relieve the palpable tension growing between the two of you.

You were quick to change the subject, feeling slightly embarrassed that you allowed his words to affect you that much. You reached for the joint that was resting along the rolling tray and picked it up between your two fingers along with the lighter. “I’m going to take a couple more hits…you want any?” You asked while sparking the joint up, taking a deeper inhale this time to try and soothe your already scrambled brain.

He nodded, reaching his hand up to pluck the joint from between your lips after you were finished and placed it between his own and took a similarly deep drag. He looked so fucking pretty, laying there, joint hanging low between his lips, shimmering eyeshadow making his rich brown eyes stand out even more.

“Y’know…” he started, “if ya take a picture, it’ll last longer!” He mused, taking another long drag, blowing the smoke off to the side. When you didn’t immediately laugh at his weak attempt to ease the tension further, he frowned. “Hey, you okay? You’re never this quiet, bug. Even when you’re high.”

“I’m fine, Dieter.” You sighed, and went to slide off his lap, forgetting about doing his eyeliner when his hand resting around your hip tightened and you freezed under his touch.

“Hey, please don’t lie to me. Did I say something to upset you? I’m sorry if I did.” He was always so genuine in his apologies to you. He could claim to not know how to read the room, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Dee, I’m fine.” You reassured him. “I was just having a moment.”

“Well…stop that! It’s not allowed when we’re having a sleepover.” He really just couldn’t stand to see you upset. It tore him up inside and made him feel like he was always the root cause for your mood change.

“Fuck you.” You laughed, giving his cheek a light pat while your other hand ruffled through his hair. “Do you still want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Yes please.” He grinned. “Just promise to not poke my eye out again?”

“I promise, Dee.”

While you carefully began to apply the eyeliner to his eyelids with careful precision, he continued to ramble on underneath you, careful to not move too much because he really didn’t want to accidentally get poked in the eye. Once you were finished, you expected him to immediately want to check how he looked in the mirror, but instead, he switched positions with you, straddling your hips now so that he could do your makeup.

You didn’t protest, of course. You’d take any excuse to admire his handsome features up close while he was zoned in on his work, his muse being you. Whenever he was painting, his focus was intense and it was as if he had tuned out everything else around him. He acted all the same while he was gently applying a shimmer shadow to your eyelids.

The intimacy simmering between the two of you was becoming too much for you to handle. You could feel him through his too-tight boxers, the weight of his cock pressing right against your clothed center. Despite knowing Dieter for as long as you have, you never had seen his cock, only just the outline of it. However, you heard the stories from his past partners, flings, and even some colleagues. They were all shocked to hear that you yourself had not seen Dieter Bravo’s package.

The walls in his spacious bedroom felt like they were closing in on you from how flustered you were feeling. Surely there was sweat beginning to bead and perspire along the column of your throat and behind your neck. Perhaps there was even an evident sign of your arousal between your thighs. You hoped to god that he hadn’t caught on. But when his hips shifted forward, his tongue poking out between his lips while he carefully applied a swipe of eyeliner across your right eyelid, it was too much.

“Hey—Dee? I’m not feeling too hot. Think the weed is messing with me. I—I think I’m gonna shower and go to bed.” You stuttered out, trying to focus on the words coming out of your mouth and not the images of his thick cock—

He frowned, looking deflated when you said that you wanted to go to bed. “Oh—okay, bug. I understand. Do you wanna watch a movie or something? I’ll get you some food and water, okay? Maybe you’re just having a bad trip?” He was genuinely concerned, feeling slightly nervous that his trusted dealer had laced his stash with something, but he didn’t want to go down that rabbit hole just yet.

“No—I just…I want to shower and go to bed, Dieter. I’ll be fine. It probably is just a bad trip.” You reassured him and subtly tried to create any form of distance between the two of you to relieve the tension you were feeling.

The weed is only enhancing what I’m feeling right now. If he could see the thoughts going through my head right now—

“If you are having a bad trip, then I should stay with you, bug. I don’t want anything to happen to you—”

“Dieter.” You were on the edge of snapping and saying something you would inevitably regret, “I don’t want you to stay with me, okay? I just want to fucking shower and go to bed.”

Ouch.

He visibly recoiled, feeling like you had just stabbed him right in the gut and twisted the knife for good measure. Maybe I am the clingy one…

“Okay, okay. I understand. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.” He wanted to snap right back at you, but he didn’t have the heart in him to do so.

“Thank you.” You breathed out, and when he didn’t immediately uncage your thighs from under his hips, you took matters into your own hands and placed your palm flat against his chest, gently pushing him off of you so you could quickly stand up.

He felt his heart twist even further when you disappeared into the en-suite, slamming the door behind you. He wasn’t sure if it was done maliciously or on accident, it still fucking hurt.

Seconds later he hears the sink turn on and the sound of water splashing against your face. It felt wrong to leave you in this state, so even after he heard the shower turn on while he was cleaning up the strewn about makeup on the floor, he sat down against the door, his back leaning against it as he waited. For what? He really didn’t know the answer to that.

You knew that Dieter was concerned about your well being, and if he could have it his own way, he would be in the bathroom with you right now, sitting with his back facing you so that you would feel comfortable to shower. You also were aware that he was sitting against the bathroom door and your heart lurched at the thought. You felt the guilt swim and swirl around you. Snapping at your best friend was not on your bingo card for the night, but maybe this was a sign that you and Dieter needed to set some serious boundaries between one another. Maybe you were beginning to realize that the two of you were…too close.

“Can you just…let me know you’re okay in there?” You heard him ask through the door as the scalding hot water streamed down over your bare body.

“Dieter, I’m fine.” Your voice was muffled under the stream.

“Yeah, sure you are, but I’d be a terrible fucking friend if I just left you to deal with this bad trip on your own, bug.”

God dammit, Dieter. Why can’t you just be an asshole like a normal person?! Is what you really wanted to say.

“Okay…” you trailed off, “I’m going to be in here for a while.”

“That’s okay. You can use up all of my hot water. I don’t care.” He reassured you.

When you didn’t immediately respond he let out a sigh, resting his head back against the door, closing his eyes. He remembered that your phone was still playing music from where it sat on his nightstand next to his own, and the familiar tune of Pink Pony Club started playing. It was yours and Dieter’s favorite song off of Chappell’s album.

“I know you wanted me to stay, but I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA. And I heard that there's a special place, where boys and girls can all be queens every single day.”

Dieter Bravo could not fucking sing, but everytime that he did for you, it was the most endearing gesture ever.

“You fucking asshole.” You muttered under your breath, “I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee. Oh, Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me. Won't make my mama proud, It's gonna cause a scene. She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream…”

“God, what have you done! You're a pink pony girl, and you dance at the club! Oh mama, I'm just having fun! On the stage in my heels, it’s where I belong down at the Pink Pony Club!” You and Dieter sung the chorus in unison, completely out of tune, but neither of you could give a fuck about that.

You could practically picture his dopey, weed-stained grin plastered on his handsome, scruffy face behind the door when you sang the chorus together. The mental image sent your heart surging out of your chest, and your pussy pulsing in tandem.

Fuck me.

You truly had just planned to take a hot, relaxing, mind clearing shower and then go straight to bed, but you were feeling bothered by the weed, and your blatantly obvious attraction towards your best friend. Not to mention, the little rasp in Dieter’s voice was not helping you out in this predicament, either. That’s when you noticed his attached shower head and the lightbulb went off in your weed-induced brain.

You reached for the attached shower head, gently removing it from where it was mounted against the shower wall. Before turning it on, however, you quickly got familiar with the numerous spray settings and chose the medium spray before slowly dragging the shower head between your legs and—oh, fucck.

The pressure was just right and was directly spraying a stream of water onto your exposed clit. You held back a moan, bringing the back of your hand to your mouth and bit down as you slowly sank to your ass along the shower wall, your thighs spread fully, eyes rolling back into your skull from the intense feeling. That’s when a moan slipped past and Dieter initially thought he was just hearing things, but then he heard it again…and his cock twitched to life beneath the tight confinements.

“There’s no way. I’m just high as shit right now and hearing things. Yeah, that’s the logical explanation!” He muttered to himself, scrubbing one hand down his face. But then he heard you distinctively moan, and his face suddenly felt hot to the touch. He pressed his ear against the door, raising his fist and gently knocked on the wood, “you uh—you okay in there?”

You were so close to hitting that big ‘o’ that you didn’t even hear Dieter’s low rasp through the door.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You whimpered. “So fucking close, just a little more. Just a little more. C’mon, baby.”

Now that he could hear you more clearly, he knew exactly what was producing those little desperate sounds to slip past your pretty lips: his fucking shower head.

“Excuse me?? Are you getting yourself off with MY shower head, without me in there?!” It was a thought that he had meant to keep in his head, but now that it was out there, there was truly no going back.

You froze like a deer caught in headlights, immediately dropping the shower head from your loose grasp and it clattered to the shower floor just as the bathroom door burst open.

“Dieter—WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” You screeched, hair drenched, thighs spread and trembling.

He shut the door behind him, muttering under his breath as he approached, looking you right in the eyes, “more importantly, what are you doing?” He placed his hands on his hips. “Your little moans and whimpers made me rock fucking hard!” He gestured to the obvious tent in his boxers, his cock straining against the tight material. “Had I known it was gonna be that kind of sleepover, I would have joined you a heck of a lot sooner!”

Oh. My. God. This isn’t happening, is it?!

“Dieter, you can’t just fucking come in here when I’m masturbating! Dude—what the fuck!”

“Oh, heavens! Are we going back to the 1800’s or something? Just call it for what it is! You playing with your pussy, and using my shower head to get yourself off! By all means, please continue, but next time? I want a personal invite!”

You were appalled…and a little turned on? Okay, a lot turned on! In fact, your pussy was pulsing between your thighs, the edge of your interrupted orgasm was still simmering, waiting to fully bloom. To make matters worse, Dieter had crouched down outside of the shower, his brows furrowed when he noticed the setting you had set the shower head to. He tsked under his breath, shaking his head as he reached into the shower and picked up the shower head from where it had been dropped between your spread thighs.

“Dieter, what are you—”

“Hush and listen to the teacher, okay? For starters, you’re using it all wrong. You gotta build yourself up first, and then go full blast. Otherwise you’re just gonna overstimulate your poor little clit, and that just takes away from the experience.” He said in the most casual fashion, as if this wasn’t crossing a million different invisible boundaries all at once.

“Dieter, I don’t need your assistance on getting myself off, okay? Please just—”

“Bug, don’t make this weird, okay? We’re friends, and there’s nothing in the friends handbook that says that we can’t help one another get off! It’s totally not forbidden.” He retorted.

“I think you just made the whole friends handbook thing up. It totally doesn’t exist and we absolutely should not be doing this, Dieter! It’s wrong for a multitude of reasons!”

“The friends handbook totally exists! I’ll get you a copy, okay? I’m not going to touch you, unless you want me to. I’m just gonna use the shower head to show you the right way to get yourself off with it, and afterwards you will be thanking me!”

“I can’t believe I’m about to agree to this. I cannot fucking—”

“Best start believing it, baby! Now, spread your thighs for me a little more, okay?”

“Okay, I’m giving you my full consent, but if I start feeling weird, we’re stopping this whole thing, okay?” You looked him directly in the eyes as you spread your thighs further so he had a better view.

“Bug, if at any point you feel weird, uncomfortable, or want to stop, just tell me, okay? I’m not gonna pressure you to continue doing this if you don’t want to. I’m leaving the ball completely in your court, and my feelings won’t be hurt if you change your mind, okay? I promise.” His words were sincere, and it was hard to look away when he was staring at you with those big, brown, puppy dog eyes.

“Okay.” You nodded.

He leaned forward then, briefly getting caught under the stream when his lips brushed across your forehead, leaving you both feeling slightly stunned. He softly asked you if it was okay if he did touch you, to which you obliged, lower lip taken between your teeth when his hand that wasn’t holding the shower head slowly dipped between your thighs and his fingers spread your slick folds apart so he would have better access to your clit.

“I always knew that your pussy would be pretty, baby, but goddamn—she really is so fucking pretty.” He took a sharp inhale of breath, his cock twitching painfully in his boxers.

“Dieter Bravo, you’re going to be the death of me.” You breathed out, heat rising to your cheeks from the way he was gazing at the spot between your thighs, eyes glazed over the same way a dog looks at a delicious bone, or a plate of juicy, rare, steak.

“You’re already the death of me, bug.” He whispered, unable to help himself when his thumb gently brushed across your clit. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand but between you prettily spread out beneath him, and the weed still flowing through his system, he was fucked.

He changed the setting on the shower head without even having to look down at it. He was too focused on your face, particularly your eyes and how you both seemed to be drinking one another in, an invisible string tied between the two of you, reeling him in closer, and closer. You observe his face, and the way his eyeliner has now started to run and bleed under his eyes and down his cheeks from the water and steam. Your pussy clenches from the sight just as his thumb lightly presses against your clit, making slow, languid, figure eight motions.

He thinks he wants to kiss you—no, scratch that. He wants to kiss you, and you can tell by the way his eyes flicker from your face and down to your lips, and then back up again.

“Dieter…” you whisper, bringing your hand up to gently cradle his face in your palm, curling your pointer finger under his chin. “Do you want to kiss me?” Your warm breath fans his face as he slowly nods.

“Yeah, I do.” He rasped, slowly leaning in.

“So kiss me, you fool.”

And so he did, but instead of hesitating, and holding back, he dove right in, noses pressing into one another as he licked greedily into your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours while his hand holding the shower head angled it right against your exposed pussy and between his fingers where he was keeping you spread open.

“Oh fuck!” You whimpered into the kiss, keeping your one hand anchored around his jaw while the other came to rest at the back of his head, your fingers tangled through his drenched locks, tugging on them gently.

“Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Told ya so.” He snickered into your lips, kissing you deeper. “Lower water pressure builds you up slower, drawing your orgasm out to last longer, and it’ll feel 10x more intense.”

“Mhm.” You mumbled into his lips, scooting your hips closer to the stream of water, and to him.

“Greedy little pussy, huh? Can’t get enough, can ya?” He teased.

“Dieter…” you warned him, playfully biting down on his lower lip and tugging it out gently before releasing it.

“I know, I know.” He chuckled and reluctantly detached himself from the kiss, pecking your lips once before he sat back on his thighs to give himself any form of relief. “You wanna give yourself a whirl while I go take care of this er—in privacy?”

Your cheeks were puffed out, lips swollen with his kisses as you stared up at him dumbfounded. “Are you insane? Just get in here with me, Dieter. Right now.”

He blushed, turning bright red all the way to the tips of his ears. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly turning all bashful as if he wasn’t just talking about your greedy little pussy seconds ago. “Are you…sure? I really don’t mind! I can just go jerk off in my bed like a normal person—”

“Dieter.” Your tone sounded strained, “get in the fucking shower now. Take those ridiculously tight boxers off and get in here.”

Well, you certainly didn’t need to ask Dieter Bravo twice as he scrambled to peel his boxers down over his hips and thighs, tossing the damp fabric outside of the shower. His cock bobbed between his thighs, hard, heavy and the tip was swollen a painful red color. Poor guy.

He climbed over you, situating himself and his cute little tush right next to you with his shoulders gently brushing yours. He spit a glob of saliva into his palm and wrapped his fist around the veiny girth of his cock. “I’ll come fast, I promise. You won’t even have to do anything, okay? Just pretend I’m not here!” His tone was rushed as he squeezed the base of his cock, lolling his head to the side so he could look over at you. His eyeliner was completely smudged now and his lips were swollen with your kisses.

All you could do was nod dumbly, your eyes transfixed by his fist wrapped around his cock. It was as if you were seeing a unicorn for the first time! The unicorn being er—Dieter’s cock.

He looked at your face, and then down at his cock, and then back up at your face. “Hello?” He waved with his freehand, “why are you looking at my cock like that, huh? Are you the only person in the whole state of California who hasn’t seen my cock before?” He was in disbelief, his mouth falling open when he realized that you never had seen his cock.

"I totally thought you'd seen his dick. Practically everyone else has." You remember his ex cruelly teasing you about it one day.

You shook your head, eyes glazed over as you watched his fist slowly twist and pump around his length. “Nope. First time, and it’s like I’m looking at a unicorn!” You exclaimed playfully.

Dieter snorted at your enthusiasm, feeling his heart lurch from his chest, “well, it is sorta like seeing a unicorn for the first time…I suppose?” He chuckled, squeezing the base of his cock for some form of relief. He felt like now was the best time to address the obvious elephant in the room, silly Dieter. “So uh—well, this doesn’t mean anything, right? Because we’re just friends and good friends masturbate together. It's cool, this is super casual!”

Sure, bud. You keep telling yourself that.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes and clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, spreading your thighs further so you could continue your ministrations with the shower head. “Sure, Dieter. This means absolutely nothing. Just two besties jerking it off, side by side. Totally casual!”

He let out a huff as he pumped his fist faster, “Well, we wouldn’t be in this predicament if those noises you were making didn’t make my cock as hard as a slab of concrete!”

“Dieter, shut up, and get yourself off! Or so help me—”

“Yes ma'am!” He squeaked out.

In tandem you placed the shower head close to your clit once more while he fisted his cock, and when your moans started to intermingle and become one, that’s when your glazed over eyes met once more. He had his lip harshly taken between his teeth, his cock was twisting and pulsing beneath his fist. He leaned in close, lips just barely brushing your bare shoulder where he had dipped his head down to nuzzle you. His eyes flickered upwards towards your face, pupils darkening by the second, “I really want to fuck you right now, baby.” He rasped.

You met his gaze, thighs trembling and your eyes rolling slightly as your orgasm rippled through you, “yeah, you wanna fuck me, Dieter? How badly do you want to fuck me?”

“So fucking bad, baby. You’ve got no idea.” He mewled, “there’s that convenient bench right over there.” He gestured to the shower bench with a coy tilt of his chin, “you can sit right on my cock, if you’d like that…”

“Did you have that bench installed for convenience purposes or for your old man bad back?” You asked teasingly.

He narrowed his eyes at you, glaring playfully before he chuckled, “a bit of both. More-so on the convenience side of things. And, it’s newly installed so you and I would be the first to use it.” He winked coyly.

“Really? Well, your offer is most tempting, Bravo. I’d like to take you up on it and sit on your big fucking cock.”

“Now we’re talking.” He grinned, loosening his fist around his cock so he could offer you a hand and helped you up. Now you were both directly under the stream of water, hands roaming everywhere they could reach. You kissed deeply, giggling in unison when you grabbed his ass and he grabbed yours. He could happily live in this moment forever with you, even if it meant that his skin would inevitably prune and probably fall off.

You backed him up against the shower bench, climbing into his lap as he slowly lowered himself into a sitting position along the marble bench that could easily fit both of you.

You wrapped your own palm around the base of his cock for the first time as you slowly sank down around his girth till he was fully pressed inside of you, bottoming out with a low grunt against your lips. He let his arms loop firmly around your waist, pulling you in as close as he physically could so that your chests were pressed flushed together. He swore he saw heaven behind fluttered lashes when you started to slowly roll your hips into his, bouncing and grinding along his length.

If it wasn’t for his steadfast orgasm, he probably would have lasted longer before he was shooting thick ropes of his cum deep inside of you, but he was a man, after all. And while his cum leaked and dripped from your weeping little hole that was still stuffed full of his cock, he made sure that you got to come again, too. He pistoned his hips upwards at an unruly pace, loving the way that your nails clawed at his back and shoulders, leaving little red crescents in their wake. Maybe I’ll get those tattooed on me later. He briefly thought as you came undone around him, crying out his name.

You stayed seated on his cock for what felt like hours before he gently eased you off him, his cock now soft between his thighs and glistening in a thick, pearlescent ring of your combined releases.

You washed one another’s bodies under the lukewarm stream and he was the first to step out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist and when you emerged, he had a towel waiting for you. You kissed a few more times, gentle pecks of intimacy as you stood side by side in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare.

“Soo, where are you sleeping tonight?” He suddenly asked with a mouthful of toothpaste. His deep pools of brown boring into yours.

You hadn’t really thought that far if you were being honest…and now with that fresh ‘I just got fucked good’ glow illuminating your features, and the remainder of your high still sizzling, you suddenly feeling nervous all over again.

“Um, well, where do you want me to sleep?”

“I asked you first.” He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for your response.

“Okay, fair, how about on the count of three we say it together?”

“Deal.” He nods.

“Okay—one, two, three—” you counted off in unison.

“Your bed—my bed.”

You both looked relieved at your answers, letting out breaths you didn’t realize you were holding. “Thank fucking god.” You both laughed.

He kissed you then, mouthful of toothpaste and all. You made a funny squeaking sound when he had unexpectedly kissed you, and the corners of his mouth curved up into a knowing grin. “I’ll get you one of my shirts to wear.” He mumbled into the kiss, pulling back slowly.

When you left the en-suite, you found Dieter already in bed, sitting up with the rolling tray resting in his lap. He had a fresh pair of boxers on, this pair was made of cotton and was far less constricting. He was rolling another joint to smoke before bed when he looked up, smiling softly at your lingering presence in the doorway, wearing nothing but his shirt.

“Well, don’t be shy, bug. Ain’t the first time you’ve slept in my bed.” He winked, patting the empty spot beside him on his massive king sized bed.

You took a deep breath, remembering that this was Dieter Bravo, your best friend and partner in crime. He would always be your best friend.

You made your way over to the empty side of the bed and pulled the covers back so you could climb underneath them.

He finished rolling the joint, grabbing his lighter from the nightstand to spark it up before he paused, looking over his shoulder at you. “Hey, we don’t have to like—do anything, okay?” He reassured you.

“But Dieter, I wanna do stuff with you. It’s just—in your bed it feels…” you trailed off, scratching at the outside of your arm absentmindedly.

He tucked the joint behind his ear and rolled over into his side so he was facing you, using his elbow to prop himself up, “I understand, baby. This is…new for me as well. We can smoke this joint and then make out a little? See where it goes?…”

You nodded, lips curving up into a soft smile that sent his heartbeat racing, “yeah, I’d like that.”

“Me too.” He grinned.

He sparked the joint up between you, taking a few hits before he passed it off to you. This went on a few more times before your bodies just naturally gravitated towards one another, and when the joint died out, he set it down on the tray on his nightstand before his lips found yours.

You kissed like this for hours, simply just enjoying one another’s company and soft touch when the sun began to rise over the Los Angeles landscape. Dieter was uncharacteristically quiet, even for being stoned.

Your fingers were gently dragging through the patches in his beard, playing with his scruff in between kisses. “I can hear you overthinking, Dee.”

“Are you a wizard?” He chuckled, “you can hear my thoughts? That’s crazy!”

“Shh.” You giggled. “I’m right here, baby. You don’t have to yell.”

“Sorry.” He whispered, scooting his body closer to yours. He would absolutely crawl inside of your skin and never leave, but well—-he might go to prison if he did that.

“I’m gonna say something that might sound stupid, but I gotta get it off my chest, okay?” He started, his glazed over eyes met yours as he pressed a few kisses to the underside of your fingertips.

“I’m listening.”

“Okay, so—well, this is just different for me because I don’t normally fuck my friends.”

You gave him a funny look at his admittance, unable to help yourself.

“I’m serious! I don’t fuck my friends—and well, I care about you a ton.Maybe even more than I care about myself? Anyway, I don’t want things to get weird between us tomorrow. Like if you wake up and regret everything that happened, I just want you to tell me, okay? My hopes is that maybe you felt the little spark that I did and if you did we can—”

“Dieter, I promise you I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and regret everything that happened tonight. No matter where this takes us, I’m always going to love you, and you’re always going to be my best friend.” Your words were sincere and directly from your heart and he knew you weren’t just saying shit just to say it.

“I think I just shat my heart out, that was so sweet.” He giggles, nuzzling his nose against yours. “In all seriousness, thank you. I was just afraid that this would ruin our friendship, and I would lose you forever.”

“Never, Dieter. You could never lose me.” You reassured him.

“Good, cause in the morning? I’m making waffles!”

Helen Mirren: Narrator for the Barbie Movie:

Dieter did not in fact make waffles the next morning. Instead, Dieter had his breakfast between your thighs, and then let you order whatever brunch you wanted on his black card

"You can be my sugar baby! I get to eat you out and you can order whatever you want on my card." He murmured between your thighs, mouthful of your pussy.

"That's not how that sort of thing really works, Dieter. But yeah, okay."

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corioswife · 11 months ago

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this was a request 🎀 nsfw 18+ skip if uncomfortable !!

Academy!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

please send me your requests <3

The Capitol University has always been a prestigious institution, attracting the brightest minds from across Panem. Among its esteemed student body, two particular figures stood out: Coriolanus Snow and you.

You and Snow shared a competitive rivalry, each determined to outshine the other in every area of academics and social life. Despite your strong dislike for each other, you couldn't deny the underlying attraction that seemed to draw you closer.

One day, during a particularly intense study session, you and Snow find yourselves working on adjoining tables in the library. As usual, you’re both engrossed in their work, oblivious to the others' presence. But then, something unexpected happens.

You're both feeling a strong attraction for each other. It's not just the usual academic rivalry or physical attraction that's drawing you to one another; there's something deeper, a strange sort of understanding between the two of you.

As the evening wears on, the library begins to empty out. The soft glow of lamplight casts an intimate spell over the once tense atmosphere. Coriolanus Snow, unable to concentrate further on his work, finally looks up, his gaze meeting yours across the table.

Your hearts race as your eyes lock. You both know this moment could change everything, but neither can resist the pull any longer. With a mix of fear and anticipation, you stand up from your chair, walking slowly towards him.

As you approach Snow, the air around you becomes thick with anticipation. He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving yours. Just as you're about to reach him, he stands up as well, closing the small gap between you.

You reached out, placing your hand on his chest. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing quick and shallow. He couldn't deny the feelings any longer.

You leaned in closer, your lips just barely brushing against his. He could feel the heat from your body, and it was intoxicating. Snow responded by pressing his body against yours, his hand sliding down your back.

As you felt his hand slide down your back, you knew this was it. You couldn't resist anymore. Your lips met his in a passionate kiss, one that was filled with both anger and desire. Snow pulled you closer, your bodies melting together as you explored each other's mouths.

You kissed harder, your tongues dancing against each other's lips. It was a fiery exchange, fueled by the years of unspoken desire and hidden attraction. Snow broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as he panted.

" I've wanted this for so long " he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. " I never thought it would happen between us. "

As your kisses intensified, you could feel the heat between them growing stronger. Your bodies were in sync, moving together as if they were made for each other. You moaned into his kiss, unable to contain your desire any longer.

The kisses became more urgent, your hands roaming over each other's bodies. Snow's hand found its way under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that sent shivers down your spine.

" I want you " you whispered against his lips. " Please, Snow "

" You never have to ask twice " he said, his voice thick with desire. With one swift movement, he picked you up, pressing you against the wall. His lips found your neck, his teeth grazing lightly against your skin as he nipped and sucked.

You felt the warmth of his breath against your neck as he nibbled and sucked. The soft moans that escaped your lips only fueled his passion. He pressed his hips against yours, his arousal clear through his clothing.

Snow's kisses trailed down your neck, his hands roaming over your curves. You felt a mixture of fear and anticipation as he continued to explore your body. His hands moved to your waist, pulling up your shirt to reveal your soft skin.

" I need to taste you " he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of your earlobe before dipping inside. You could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing against yours.

You gasped softly as he kissed your neck and sucked on your earlobe, shivering slightly from his touch. Snow's hands were moving up your stomach, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that made you tremble with desire.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Snow's other hand gently caress your waist, pulling you even closer. His heartbeat pounded against your chest, matching the rapid pace of your own.

You felt Snow's warm breath against your neck as he whispered, " Are you ready for this? " His hand slid down your back, stopping just above your buttocks.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded against his chest, your heart pounding wildly. The anticipation mixed with desire sent shivers through your entire being. As he squeezed your hip gently, you couldn't help but lean into him, eager for whatever came next.

Feeling your nod, Snow pulled away slightly to look into your eyes. His gaze held a mix of lust and tenderness as he leaned down once more, his lips brushing against your ear. " Then let's make this perfect "

Snow whispered before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss once more. His hands slid down your body, grazing the soft skin of your thighs, spreading warmth and desire. His touch was tender yet firm, guiding you through this intense dance of love and lust.

As the kiss deepened, Snow's hand slowly slid underneath your skirt. His fingers trailed along your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned into the kiss, arching your back slightly to press against his hand.

Snow smiled against your lips, his tongue dancing with yours as his hand slid further up your leg. His fingers brushed against your panties, tracing soft patterns over your sensitive skin. tracing over the material of your panties before finally touching your sex through your clothes. His fingers found you already wet and eager for him.

He couldn't believe it—he was really doing this. His heart raced as his hands explored further, his tongue dancing with yours in a fiery kiss. His fingers teased your clit, rubbing softly against the sensitive nub through your underwear.

His heart raced as he pressed his hips against yours, feeling your wetness against his underwear. He groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up your thighs before pulling down your panties and throwing them to the side.

Snow pressed his hips against yours, grinding your lower halves together. His fingers traced teasing patterns over your folds, spreading your wetness. Without warning, he thrust two fingers deep into your core, filling you up in one swift motion.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrust deeper, finding that perfect spot inside you with his talented fingers. You could feel his warmth seeping, making you even wetter for him.

Snow couldn't hold back any longer, pressing his bare erection against your wet folds.

He groaned softly against your lips as his hips thrust forward, his thick arousal sliding against your soaking wet flesh. " Fuck " he moaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly

As your bodies met, there was an explosive connection. Your walls clenched around his invading length, milking him eagerly. His deep groans filled the room, a testament to the intense pleasure he found within you.

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sixeyescurseuser · 6 months ago

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hybrids

Thinking about a Hybrid AU where Gojo and Geto are roommates.

While it can be very intimate to show someone else your hybrid features or even your full animal form, Geto is super open about his other half. Being a black panther hybrid, Geto grew up cuddling his parents and his younger twin sisters, and was generally very touchy with his friends.

Gojo? Not so much. In fact, Gojo chooses not to bring up his hybrid side at all. On one hand, it’s meant to keep his privacy as a lot of people naturally flock to Gojo because of his handsome looks, and his status as the Gojo heir.

On the other hand, Gojo didn’t grow up with a family that embraced their animal side like Geto’s did. So Gojo goes about his life suppressing his animal half.

However, that doesn’t mean his animal behaviors don’t show up in other ways. It comes out when Gojo dances - ballet and contemporary - where his expression, elegance, and fluidity are not only a result of training, but also come from within.

Geto is very nurturing in that he brings Gojo out of his busy bee shell. Makes their apartment extra cozy to lure Gojo into relaxing between his busy practice, performance, and class schedules.

Gojo also really likes that Geto doesn't pry about his hybrid side, or ask about his family when Gojo doesn't bring them up. It’s not a boundary Gojo had to set, but one Geto understands enough to respect.

The pair go grocery shopping together to decide what meals to cook. It helped develop their friendship because as a dancer, Gojo’s relationship with food has always been tough. Geto makes sure Gojo eats, not policing Gojo's sweets intake as long as he eats other nutritious things.

Gojo needs his strength, after all.

Because Gojo is always so busy, he’s prone to being moody and will not come out of his room for any reason. He will survive off of sweets and junk food if Geto does not deliver actual meals to his door.

Geto is still in the period where he’s trying to figure out what Gojo is: “Is he a fucking honey badger or something? Geez…”

There’s a short period every month (or every other month, depending on the hybrid) where hybrids succumb to their animalistic instincts, which also manifest in physical features.

Cue Geto walking around with his black panther ears and tail for a few days! Gojo loves touching the soft ears.

Geto’s tail also has a mind of its own and loves curling around Gojo’s thigh or his waist. Geto concludes that Gojo’s waist is so tiny just so his tail could wrap nicely around it.

It does scare the shit out of Gojo the first time it happens though, when they’re cuddling while watching a movie and Gojo shrieks bloody-mary, “SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED ME!?”

Geto’s ears flatten and he scoots away so they’re not touching, moving his tail to the other side. Gojo, for some reason, feels as if he committed a grave crime.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it. I was just confused. Please, come back~” Gojo pleads. Geto slowly wraps his tail around Gojo’s waist again, content.

Gojo, luckily, doesn’t manifest any physical features and hides his animal behaviors well.

As they grow closer, Geto lets Gojo set the pace when it comes to physical intimacy. The first time Gojo cuddles up next to Geto while they watch a movie - Geto is screaming inside. He is so scared he’ll start purring and ruin the moment, and almost feels a purr slip out anyway-!

(Geto: "IT’S HAPPENING! EVERYONE CALM DOWN!!")

Their schedules even sync up enough that Geto sometimes picks Gojo up from his night rehearsal. Of course, Gojo's dance friends notice this handsome fella coming to pick up their dance prodigy, and ogle loudly.

Gojo, who was gearing up for one more run through of his routine, locks eyes with his roommate before losing himself in the music. Somehow, a part of Gojo is excited to dance with Geto’s eyes on him.

Though it’s difficult to admit, dancing is the closest Gojo feels to his animal side. And it’s not a terrible or shameful thing, despite what Gojo was taught.

And ever since meeting Suguru, Gojo has danced more passionately, with more joy, than ever before.

One day, Gojo, wakes up to the end of the world. More specifically, the end of HIS world.

While asleep, Gojo has shifted into his full animal form for the very first time.

It must have been because he has gotten so comfortable with Geto, the panther hybrid so forthcoming with his animal instincts, cuddling and scenting Gojo every night…Gojo’s animal side must have felt compelled to come out and be free as well.

Gojo squawks and flies over to his full-length mirror.

Beady eyes and a tangerine beak, perched on a long, thin neck, stare back at him.

Panic is a drastic understatement of what Gojo feels right now. He’s in this unfamiliar form that he didn’t even ask to be in, with no form of guidance or comfort because Geto left for his morning class already.

Gojo honks sadly, flapping his wings awkwardly.

What if he’s stuck this way forever!? Gojo decides to hide in his room for the foreseeable future. Until he shifts back to his human form.

When Geto returns after his two classes for the day, it’s about dinnertime. He can’t seem to find his roommate anywhere, and receives no response when Geto calls his name.

What Geto does hear is a quiet shuffling in the pantry. Geto goes to investigate and is met with the sight of Gojo Satoru in his animal form, pitifully digging his face into a bag of bread.

"Oh, oh Satoru..." Geto coos. The swan pauses its nibbling to face Geto with crumbs falling from its break, and lets out an unhappy honk.

Geto puts his hands up and says, "Okay, stay put, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Gojo stares at him for a few more seconds before plopping down onto the floor and hanging his head down low. Geto almost stays to comfort him but knows he must be more prepared than he is now. So he jogs to his room, pulls his phone out, and conducts quick but thorough research on anything he can find about swan hybrids.

A swan, heavens, Geto had considered so many other possibilities. But never a swan!

Swans are pretty rare, he comes to learn.

Approximately eight minutes later, Geto returns. This time, in his full panther form.

Gojo had moved to his own room, laying on the bed in an unhappy lump.

Geto read online that it's best not to overwhelm or stress those who have shifted for the first time. Plus, swans can be pretty aggressive over their nests and personal space.

Panther Geto now sits his rump down right outside the open doorway, chirping to let Gojo know he wasn't alone, and that he could come out to Geto if he so chose.

Gojo stares at his roommate, who looks so big and warm, and clearly wants to provide support in any way he can. With a huff, Gojo sits up, ruffles his feathers, and leaps down from the bed.

He waddles over to panther Geto.

Geto's pupils dilate as the swan approaches because, "Satoru IS SO CUTE!"

Gojo walks right past panther Geto and heads to the living room. His webbed, flat feet make a “plat plat plat” sound on the ground, and his bum wiggles side to side with each step.

Geto lets out a curious mrrrrp? noise before following his now tiny roommate.

The two find themselves cuddling on the couch. Panther Geto purrs so loudly, it vibrates Gojo's entire body - which is tucked into Geto's side.

They nap for the afternoon, and the next time they wake up, Gojo has turned back to human form! Thank god.

“Let’s hope that never happens again,” Gojo says quietly to himself. He looks at the snoozing panther cozied up to his side and feels inexplicable warmth inside. Gojo pets Geto’s soft fur, then drops a kiss to his nose. “Thank you, Suguru.”

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mycupofrum · 3 months ago

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Top 5 Prongsfoot headcanons please! 🤩❤️

Oh you really knew how to pick a good one! 😍

Sirius falls first, James falls harder. And when James finally realises his feelings for Sirius, he's as subtle as a bludger about it. Blushing, losing his trace of thought, just ogling Sirius doing anything.

They are very tactile with each other. Sirius doesn't let many people get close to him physically the same way. Or, only James, really. They cuddle a lot when it gets dark and they share a bed and nobody can see them. Sirius also loves to massage James when he's tired and sore after Quidditch practice. James loves it too. He makes sure to give Sirius a big hug every once in a while, one that everyone can see, even when Sirius rolls his eyes and pretends to be nonchalant about it. Deep down he loves it. He's mine.

Their minds are so synced that it's sometimes baffling for people who don't know them so well to follow their communication. They can read each other's gestures and micro expressions so well it seems like they can just communicate telepathically.

Their first kiss is some kind of a dare, so either they are egging each other on and call it practice for the future, or they are playing truth or dare in a group. Their second kiss happens when they are alone together and it's just to make sure that it's fine to do this between friends. No biggie. Absolutely no problems. Easygoing and chill and...they really don't want to stop once they start and keep going for much longer than necessary. There's a little bit of tongue action too. But while Sirius realises what's going on, James is still in deep denial. Until he isn't. (See point 1.)

Their first time getting intimate happens either at school or in their 30s. Or both. There's probably a big gap in between where they both go through different relationships only to end up together because oh, it was always you.

#thank you for the wonderful ask!#prongsfoot #asks #asks answered #ask game

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lady-of-endless · 2 years ago

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Ramattra headcanons

(x reader)

Author's Note: I hope that those hcs will put you in a delightful mood. I love writing for Ramattra, it's so calming and lovely. Thank you all for the support and feedback the other fics got, it makes me so happy. I'll always be grateful ❤️ (gorgeous gif is not mine)

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At first, he thinks that there is only strategic usefulness in this "alliance" and that is all. In time, your stubborn and vengeful omnic will realize that it is more than that. How will he realize? He starts to feel at ease in your presence and somehow craves that feeling when he shouldn't.

His orb seems to have a mind of its own. During the first encounters, if you happened to touch it accidentally or not, you would get pushed away physically by its energy. After some time, after getting closer to Ramattra, the orb would finally accept you too. It would even float above both of you when meditating.

If you follow him on a mission that involves a lot of walking, don't expect Ramattra to pick you up in his arms if you're just tired, not injured. What he would do though is to slow his walking pace to sync with yours, not forcing you, not commenting about human fragility.

No one can guess that you two form a pair, in public. No one can guess that he sometimes glances longingly at you and no one would expect him to react so violently if you were in peril.

If he is injured, he will usually hide it from you. Ramattra got used to hiding any type of suffering from others so that no one will perceive him as weak. Even if you earned his trust, he will still do that. It will take time for him to let you see him in that state and even more time to let you help.

Once he learns about the human body in a non-tactical way, he would be especially attentive to yours. Getting paler and shivering? "You're feeling cold." he would state. Goosebumps? "Is there something bothering you?" Goosebumps, dilated pupils, and heavy breathing? "Am I doing this to you?" He would ask in an intimate whisper.

Hickeys or other amorous markings are out of the question. But expect to have a smudge of dark mechanical grease here and there on your skin after spending time close to him, closer than usual. If Ramattra accidentally catches a glimpse of it, you will be surprised to hear a low satisfied hum. He will not tell you why. That is a subtle reminder on your skin that he did not want to erase.

He has an unsaid wish. No matter what happens, he will still cherish his found brother so he'll wish for a form of blessing from Zenyatta.

Any nicknames for you once his rejection turns into adornment? Absolutely not. However, he starts to call your name like a prayer or a mantra, with the same profoundness. His tone is deep, slower than usual.

Will take you stargazing the way he did with his brother. It's an extremely meaningful ritual for him.

Has a habit of lifting your chin when you're talking to him, and in private, to get his face closer to yours.

Believe it or not, his hugs are amazing but not because of what you would think (not because of his size). He memorized how you like to be held, how much pressure is comfortable, and for how long to hold you.

Let's say that you would enjoy wearing his scarf from time to time. Even if Ramattra gives you an exasperated sigh when you return the cloth, he secretly enjoys your scent being captured by it.

#ramattra #ow2 ramattra #overwatch 2 ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra fanfic #overwatch ramattra #ramattra x you #ramattra hcs #overwatch fic #overwatch scenario #overwatch 2

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small-z24 · 6 months ago

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Shadows of Fate 7

Summary:

Y/n, Cassian's shy and quiet sister, prefers to keep to the shadows. Unbeknownst to her, she is Azriel's mate. His shadows are inexplicably drawn to her, and as they grow closer, a slow-burn romance ensues. Cassian, ever protective of his sister, watches over her as the bond between Y/n and Azriel deepens.

Word Count: 735

Warnings: Very light smut if you squint

Chapter 7: Intimate Connections

The revelation of their mating bond brought a new depth to Y/n and Azriel's relationship. Their connection, which had always been strong, now felt unbreakable. Y/n could sense Azriel's emotions more clearly, and she knew he could feel hers as well. It was as if their hearts beat in sync, their souls intertwined in a way that transcended physical presence.

One evening, as the moon cast its silvery glow over Velaris, Y/n found herself standing on the balcony of her room, lost in thought. The cool night air was soothing, but she couldn’t shake the longing she felt for Azriel. Just as she was about to turn back inside, she sensed his presence behind her.

"Couldn’t sleep?" Azriel’s voice was soft, filled with concern and love.

Y/n turned to face him, a smile tugging at her lips. "No. I was just thinking."

Azriel stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her. "About what?"

"About us," she admitted, leaning into his embrace. "About everything that’s happened and what’s to come."

He kissed her forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. "We’ll face it together. No matter what."

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. "I know. And I’m so grateful for that."

Azriel tilted her chin up, his eyes locking onto hers. "I love you, Y/n. More than anything."

"I love you too, Azriel," she whispered, feeling the truth of her words resonate deep within her soul.

Their lips met in a tender kiss, the world around them fading away. Azriel’s hands caressed her back, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Y/n felt a rush of warmth and desire, her heart pounding in her chest.

As they broke apart, Azriel’s eyes were dark with intensity. "Come with me," he murmured, taking her hand and leading her inside.

They walked through the halls of the House of Wind, their hands intertwined, the bond between them palpable. Azriel led her to his room, a space that had always felt like a sanctuary. He closed the door behind them, turning to face her with a look of pure adoration.

"Y/n," he began, his voice low and husky. "I want you to know that you’re my everything. I want to share every part of my life with you, every moment, every breath."

She stepped closer, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. "And I want the same, Azriel. I want to be with you in every way possible."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His hands moved to her waist, lifting her effortlessly as he carried her to the bed. They lay down together, their bodies entwined, the closeness and intimacy creating a cocoon of love and desire.

Azriel’s touch was gentle but firm, his fingers exploring every inch of her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/n’s breath hitched as he kissed her neck, his lips leaving a path of warmth and need. She reached up, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Their movements were slow and deliberate, each touch, each kiss a testament to their love and longing. Azriel’s shadows danced around them, adding to the sense of magic and connection that enveloped them. Y/n felt her heart swell with emotion, the intensity of their bond almost overwhelming.

"Azriel," she whispered, her voice filled with love and desire. "I want you."

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with passion. "And I want you, Y/n. More than anything."

Their lovemaking was tender and intense, a perfect blend of passion and intimacy. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies and souls united in a dance of love. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a declaration of their bond, a promise of forever.

Afterwards, they lay together, their bodies entwined, the night wrapping around them like a protective cloak. Azriel held Y/n close, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, his heart filled with a sense of peace and fulfillment.

"Thank you," Y/n whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything."

Azriel kissed her forehead, his heart swelling with love. "No, thank you, Y/n. For being my mate, my love, my everything."

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bond stronger than ever, ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold, knowing that they would always have each other.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Y/n and Azriel's story. Feel free to leave comments and let me know your thoughts!

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smytherines · 7 months ago

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I love One Step Ahead for all the obvious reasons (gay angst), but also because it is so packed with little storytelling moments. Also it just seems exhausting. So much happens in that song:

1. Motorcycle chase (with office chairs)

2. Boat chase

3. Staff fight

4. Sword fight

5. Vigorous musket loading

6. Run up the staircase

7. Hang glider chase

8. Fistfight

9. Run halfway down the stairs again

And the entire time they are doing all of this, they're belting out a vocally demanding song. I mean, no wonder Curt Mega had to take a breath during that final note. That's a feat of endurance. I simply would've passed out and died.

One Step Ahead is one of my favorite setpieces of all time. In anything. Ever. It is so impressive, and it is even more impressive when you realize this was done by a tiny little independent company with the theatre budget equivalent of $1.50. Unreal. It should not be possible.

And the thing is, One Step Ahead is the perfect narrative counterweight to A1P1 (Spies Are Forever). The amount of thought they put into this is just stunning. Because here's the thing: A1P1 is also incredibly physical. For most of the song Curt and Owen are on the move, they're going up the ladder, they're fighting goons, they're going down the staircase, they're running.

But more importantly, Curt and Owen are touching a lot in A1P1. And yeah, that's fun in a swoony curtwen vibes way, but its also incredibly important to the narrative. They are touching a lot, and when they aren't touching they are standing just a little bit too close together. Its subtle enough that you initially dismiss it as a stylistic choice, but once you have the full context it is remarkably intimate.

Those are important details- like the way Owen has his arm around Curt and is literally holding his hand when they're talking to Cynthia. Its meant to tell us that they are together. In the romantic way, yes, but also they're just aligned, working together, on the same page. They are partners here. They literally have each other's backs.

And that's down to Curt Mega and Joey Richter selling the absolute shit out of these roles, and genius choreography by Lauren Lopez, and Corey Lubowich being the director of all time.

The digital download BTS has a part with Joey and Curt rehearsing the bit where they do the hug, and right after that they're trying to figure out what cool action poses to move into and Corey says that he wants to see something with them "connected," which is just... yeah, that's the perfect word to describe what is going on in A1P1. These two are connected.

So then we get to One Step Ahead. At the very beginning, Curt does the arm clasp with Tatiana. The first time they did this, Curt had a flashback of Owen. Owen was still his partner in his heart. But this time that bond is severed. Curt thinks of Tatiana as his partner now.

We get into the action of the song, and Curt and Owen do not touch. Even when they are very physically close together, there are weapons between them. In A1P1 they had lots of moments with their backs turned to each other, trusting each other, working perfectly in sync. In One Step Ahead they are facing each other head on. They are literally and figuratively fighting. They are breaking up.

The only moment during this sequence where they are actually touching each other is when Owen slaps Curt, Curt punches Owen twice, and they do that lock up move. They're only touching to hurt each other now.

And its so subtle and well executed that you don't really think about the parallels between these two scenes the first time you watch them. But you feel it on an emotional level. They had about ten minutes to establish the relationship between these two, and they used that ten minutes so effectively that the staircase scene ends up hitting like a ton of bricks.

Just. I love this show. I love how much TCB and Curt Mega and the rest of the cast care about this show. I'm so grateful they keep coming back to it. I cannot wait to see what they do with these scenes for Spy Another Day.

#spy another day #spies are forever #owen carvour #agent curt mega #tin can bros #curtwen #saf #tcb #tinlightenment world tour #saf rants

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trutrustories · 1 year ago

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STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE

Part 3: 1893

Since we're only a few days away from the last episode, I decided to COUNT DOWN everything we´ve got so far ( that can be interpreted very easily as romantic ) and discuss what the actual fuck is going on with second season. Because even though I shipped lokius practically from S1E2, I absolutely did NOT expect this kind of development. (Not that I´m complaining)

Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta.

I originally thought that this post would be everything at once, but since I have just too many screenshots this time around, I´ll have to split it. so every post will be one episode. Color coding means:

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

side note: I already wrote, about how amazing it is, that Mobius is unable to fight but fights anyway and how beautifuly, and ridiculously brave he is HERE. But this is about Loki/Mobius interactions, so I´ll try my best not to talk about THAT. (Even when I´m really happy, that s2 continues with this formula and Mobius is still his completely defenseless while aggressively brave self. I love him, btw.)

EPISODE 1 HERE EPISODE 2 HERE

Episode 3, here we go:

22) matching suits part 2 anyone, who work on those costumes: I want to kiss you all!

23) Another exhibition of touches:

the challange name is: "how close we can get, before we sink into each other"

24) "And they lived happily ever after..." They had some lokius fan in the editing room, I´m telling ya! This retro movie style transition... THAT is my roman empire...

like seriously? what is the purpose of this? I can´t wrap my head around it. someone just thought that it is really crucial to end this scene with two of them in a circle. OK.

but WHY?

It was LITTERALY used only once! (I´m sorry, but as someone, who works as an editor, this just driving me crazy 🤒🫠)

25) Loki and Mobius enjoying popcorn:

I have several things to say here:

ever heard about when one person is "forced" to have fun for the first time, and to try new things by the other person, and he´s protesting and is all about work and serious matters, but secretly loves it and is visibly relaxed and happy? - Because I´m sure this is some bloody romantic comedy trope, that everyone have seen about hundred times!

"Oh look, you have a piece of food on the chin, let me just…"

I know I already said this somewhere, but, this is the moment, where in my language suddenly (completely randomly) switched from formal way of speaking to each other to intimate way of speaking to each other. (I´m Czech, btw, and I have no idea, what happened in that recording studio but it had to be interesting)

26) Also... Bickering like married couple (part 3)

27) "You know sometimes I forget, that you are one of them... Blows my mind!"

Mobius being Loki´s fan.

Also yeas. Loki is one of them. God. And Mobius is a small, normal dude. JUST A HUMAN. Analyst, even! And they´re eating popcorn together.... also Loki will do whatever Mobius wishes

28) another "let´s be as close as we physically can" challange

Loki can´t keep only eye on him. he needs hands, because reasons

29) Mobius supporting Loki in using magic...

... or I should say Loki using Magic, whenever Mobius wishes, because...

"Will you handle this please?" "Gently!"

And on top of that... not him, explaining, what just happened, to the public, by: "The amazing Loki, everyone! He´ll be here all week! 🥳🥳🥳"

who the heck asked, Mobius? stop showing off with your magical boyfriend

30) Victor/Ravonna - the most transparent mirror ever:

THIS scene? Are you kidding? Ravonna running towards Victor: "Mr Timley! are you okay? And Mobius running practicly at the same time towards Loki with: You allright?" and both helping their man up on their feet?! IN SYNC! this is too much.

WTF

31) THE BIKE THIS. this is the most GREENLY green point, I can think of. Someone had to have this vision. This idea. And put it in to screenplay. Someone had to find the bike. Someone was shooting this. Camera is moving around them. And they were all like GREAT idea, let´s have them riding tandem bike while chasing Ravonna and Timely, that makes complete sense! (even when we have Loki chasing Brad USING MAGIC one episode back) anyway... ever heard about "let´s do this crazy stupid thing - absolutely not - and then they do the thing" trope?

32) Loki going with Mobius, not even thinking about it anymore.

And to think, that I was expecting something like S01E03 (Lamentis episode)! Once again, I wasn´t prepared for amount of Lokius content I was actually served. What a surprise! 🤯

#loki #loki spoilers #loki and mobius #lokius #mobius m mobius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #loki s2 spoilers #loki season 2

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copias-sewer-rat · 1 year ago

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Drabble: Imagine going out to a party w/ Copia, "perreando" together to the rhythm of Daddy Yankee's Gasolina🍑🍰🔥[GN reader]

This is completely selfish, I just miss going to parties and dancing to these types of songs. Also, I cannot get Copia's butt out of my mind, (I blame the thrusting compilations on TikTok) so this is the result. Suggestive content so a bit of a warning. Hope you enjoy!

"Perreando" is twerking in Spanish, it just sounds better 😂

He would hear the first notes of the song and get a bit nervous. You shout your heart out because of course you love that song. You told him what a great time you usually had with your friends dancing to it at parties.

To surprise you, he has been practicing his dance moves alone at night, listening to the song over and over, watching videos of people "perreando".

When Copia checked the translation of the song and learned what it meant he was a ball of pure nervousness. He could not stop thinking about you dancing to that song with him, so he swore to make it happen.

It is a very rough and sexual type of dance so he is a bit nervous to get so close to you in that way. Even if you have been intimate before, he is still nervous because he doesn't want to disappoint you.

He has taken a few shots during the party but he is still nervous (poor baby🥺🖤).

At the start he fumbles a bit on his own feet due to the amount of excited people around you.

When the song properly starts and you start singing/shouting in Spanish and shaking your butt he knows the time has come to test all those hours of practice.

He first gets behind you, grabbing your sides and moving his crotch to your butt. You are actually very surprised and get a bit flustered but you follow his lead and start twerking on his private area.

He also gets flustered as he feels his dick tingling in excitement. When you lower your upper body down and look back to him with a lustful smile he actually loses all his shyness. However, he has to physically restrain himself from thrusting into you (instead of rubbing himself on your butt).

When the chorus comes again, you stop twerking on him and instead turn back completely to look at him. You grab his shoulders and jump around singing like crazy.

Then, the chorus stops and he knows it is his time to shine. He turns so his back is facing you. Copia leans just a bit so you have enough room to check his butt and then he starts shaking it to the rhythm of the song.

You stay still for a moment, eyes big like saucers, laughing nervously and excitedly.

The alcohol in your system is not to blame for how hot you feel, all the blame goes to Copia's buttcheeks, jiggling like gelatin, looking extremely delicious just for you.

Copia knew how weak you were for his butt and thighs, so this is his present for you.

You get close behind him, your lower area rubbing into his butt at the rhythm of the song and then he starts to go down.

He is just full of surprises but you are not complaining, this is the happiest you have been in a while. You follow him down, your butts mere inches away of touching the floor to then go back up.

Copia's knees hurt a bit at the action but he makes no sound to complain about it (he will regret it in the morning).

He keeps shaking his butt, each movement he feels more in sync with the music until you playfully spank him a couple of times jokingly.

Copia was not expecting that from you and stops for a second, cheeks flushing red but not in embarrassment, maybe because you just awoke something in him. The aching member in his pants being enough proof of how much he enjoyed you spanking him, even if it was a joke.

The chorus comes up again and he turns to face you once more.

You sing to him, putting your hands over his shoulders and around his neck. He puts his hands around your waist, grabbing your butt.

Then, the song goes: "Tenemo' tú y yo algo pendiente (you and I have something unresolved), Tú me debe' algo y lo sabe' (you owe me something and you know it), conmigo ella se pierde (she losses it with me), no le rinde cuentas a nadie (she doesn't report back to anyone)”. And to your surprise Copia starts singing that part to you in a bit of a broken Spanish, but you know that he understands what he is saying.

You get impossibly close to him, your cores rubbing into each other, your hands haven't moved from their places. You feel his dick pulsing against your hip to then realise how horny you are as well. You had been so lost in the music that you hadn't even noticed your own arousal.

Copia's gaze is burning into you as he sings, his pupils dark, cheeks flushed and sweat on his forehead, his makeup turning grey in some places.

You bite your lip in excitement and then you push your hands down a bit, letting Copia know what you want from him.

Still tangled, you start twerking down together, butts almost once again touching the sticky floor of the club. Copia keeps you balanced with his hands on your ass and you keep him steady with your own hands on the back of his neck.

You stay low for a bit, sweaty foreheads pressed together as he repeats the lyrics over and over tugging on your butt, caressing it and jiggling it on his hands.

When you come back up as the song fades into the next one, you cannot hold it anymore. You launch yourself to kiss Copia in a messy, hot and passionate kiss.

As you make out in the middle of the dance floor, your hands go to caress Copia's butt, grabbing it like fresh dough to then spank it again.

You make out for the entirety of the song, your tongues dancing at the rhythm of it (even if you don't even notice it).

When you part in need of air, Copia suddenly grabs your hand in a rush and pulls you to the club's bathrooms. You do really owe him something and it isn’t another dance.

Actually, you are sure that you are not going to dance much more tonight.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #ghost #gonst #cardinal copia #ghost band #ghost bc #cardinal copia x reader #papa copia #copia #copia my beloved #popia copia #papa popia #popia #suggestive #papa emeritus iv x reader #Spotify

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hi, do u know why some ppl in the fandom think laurent and damens first time was r*pe? i get that damianos was selfish but i just can’t see it as *that*

I went back to read chapter 19 of Captive Prince just to make sure of my stance on the chapter. I honestly can’t tell you exactly why people think that, but I have my theories.

If you were going to superficially read this scene in that way, I would have thought people would question the master/slave dynamic Laurent has over Damen, more than the other way round.

It could very well seem like it’s Laurent who pushes Damen into it to begin with:

Damen says “I-don’t-“ and Laurent speaks for him. Laurent acts as if Damen is a slave and has no choice.

Now, to be clear, Laurent doesn’t rape Damen either. But if you read this bit in isolation, you might get concerned about consent. That’s why it’s important to read the chapter in its entirety (syncing it up with the bonus chapter 19 and a half) and making sure you contextualise it within the wider plot of the novel. They’re both still pretending in this scene, and that pretence is what allows them license to sleep with each other. Enemy princes, one of whom killed the other’s brother, cannot lie together. But a Prince can lie with his bed slave. So they both keep up this pretence to be able to have this.

Look at the pain it causes Damen, who is someone who is aching desperately for physical intimacy with Laurent, to try and clear his head and stop. It saddens him so much that Laurent might be trying to reward him with sex:

Pacat had difficult choices to make in this scene. She wanted it to be almost unbearably private and intimate. It needed to stay true to the characters and their arcs and the world she had created. Sex isn’t always an easy cheerful tumble as Damen has experienced it to be. This is intensely personal as it’s also about two people falling in love, and who in this moment cannot see a way as to how they could possibly be together.

The scene progresses in such a way which shows the two communicating- as much as one can, when one is lying about his identity, and the other is feigning ignorance. When one is sexually liberated and experienced and the other, hugely traumatised and repressed. In a novel whose invented world is modelled on societies from centuries ago.

Damen stops and checks for what Laurent wants:

Damen literally asks Laurent to tell him his own pleasure, because he wouldn’t just roll him over and mount i.e he literally would never rape him.

He lets Laurent control what he wants at numerous points, such as kissing and double checks that he’s okay with actual penetrative sex:

I really don’t know what person imagines that Laurent, a victim of sexual abuse, who as a consequence was probably unable to feel any kind of sexual feeling in himself until Damen and might even be enormously terrified of sex, could just casually open up verbally about what he wants. Pacat makes it clear multiple times that Laurent gets turned on by Damen and has no idea how to deal with that vulnerability, when sex is tangled up in his mind with all that happened to him.

Damen literally double and triple checks as to what Laurent once and Laurent directly asks him for sex:

I just can’t see where people are getting this idea from.

I have also read that Damen ‘fantasises about Laurent as a slave’ as part of this but…he doesn’t.

In CP he acknowledges Laurent would fetch a fortune at a slave auction, which is a material reality in his culture.

Later in KR, he wishes Laurent’s body didn’t have to be extensively prepared each time and was more like a slave or a pet, because they have no oil as lubricant (he smashes an oil lamp to solve the issue). In PG he thinks about the fact that if he turned Laurent over to the nearest Akielon army, it would lead to Laurent being given not to Nikamdros but to him. However there is no elaboration at all on what that may entail. It’s very much a hmm that would change our power dynamic, and I actually think Damen is a little turned on by the thought that Laurent could be in that role but its made very clear in the text that Damen is not a rapist.

In this scene in particular, Damen sees his first time with Laurent as incredibly meaningful:

A moment he wishes to be “worthy of”. It’s an expression of love not violence.

So why do people think this then?

Damen doesn’t pick up on Laurent’s psychological state because he doesn’t know that Laurent knows he is Damianos the man who killed Auguste. He is being selfish by sleeping with him and taking what Laurent is giving him, yes, but he really does think this is his last night with Laurent and isn’t strong enough to resist his yearning for him.

Which still is all categorically not rape.

So again, where does this come from?

Well…I do think a lot of people read a little carelessly? I’ve done it sometimes, though maybe more rarely as someone with a background in literary study. Not everyone reads closely, not everyone remembers everything that happens in a book and they form some half-baked theories due to this.

But why misread this scene to that extent, where I’d go as far as to say that it stands in direct opposition to what Pacat intended and how the scene actually reads?

If you want my theory on it, I think many white readers (and non-white) have unconscious prejudices. The darker, muscular character evokes highly racist stereotypes of rape and assault; the fair, blond characters are the idealised objects of beauty and desire (who clearly need saving from dark men and their brutish sexuality 🙄).

I do think some people must surely be mapping these prejudices onto this scene and making it fit. It’s the only plausible reason I can think of.

I sometimes wonder whether some of the Auguste/Laurent shippers are people who want the fantasy of two blonds together. Like *ugh get that dark man away from Laurent*. I am not one to morally police the fiction people write and consume, I’m just saying the personal is the political and I can’t help but feel there might be some who think that…

So yeah that’s what I think! Hope that helps.

#captive prince #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #damen x laurent #ask

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popatochisssp · 1 year ago

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if you feel up to it, I'd love to hear your thoughts on how vi and hunters relationship evolves after gaster dies and they move to the surface

like what's the vibe of their dynamic after all that? how does it change over time?

Their relationship is…complicated.

They both just got out of a situation that was toxic and pretty fucked up, to say the least.

Hunter was controlled, used like a tool, changed physically and mentally against his will, and his brother wasn’t the one making the call to do that, but he was enforcing it. He fully believed he couldn’t trust or talk genuinely to anyone around him, because one of those people was Gaster and the other acted like he was on his side but then turned around and heeled whenever Gaster whistled.

Vi was controlled too, but it was made invisible, he couldn’t talk about it and he had to act like he was broken in to Gaster’s will while fighting the temptation to do just that, to give up. He was constantly stuck between a rock and a hard place—Gaster’s orders and seemingly 24/7 surveillance and Hunter’s defiance and open scorn of his actions.

They both hurt each other, failed each other in different ways.

Vi didn’t protect Hunter from Gaster and he kept too many secrets to be someone Hunter could trust.

Hunter gave Vi no grace or benefit of the doubt and often put him in hard situations where he would either catch hell from Gaster, Hunter, or both no matter what he did.

They were both severely isolated and learned intimately what it was like to have their free will taken away from them.

So…they’re cagey with each other, after it all.

Wary.

Awkward.

Hunter knows now that Vi was just as leashed as he was, and Vi no longer has the axe hanging over his head for if he slips up, no one for either of them to answer to…

But there’s still a lot of ingrained patterns to undo, ways of thinking to unlearn.

When they have a common goal, they still work together like a well-oiled machine, ruthlessly efficient and totally unhesitating, but in the downtime they still stumble—and there’s a lot more downtime these days than there used to be, now that they’re cut loose.

They’re still figuring out how they work without Gaster in between them to make it hostile, learning to trust each other and be more open, but it’s not something either has any practice with so they do mess up.

Vi tries to assume too much control of what Hunter is doing and has to intentionally back off, Hunter blows Vi off when he means well and realizes later he probably shouldn’t have, but…y’know, the rest of the time, they’re…pretty okay?

They can talk to each other and joke and be, what seems to be, brothers, moments that used to be interrupted by Gaster intervening, or the stain of him felt even when he wasn’t there.

Sometimes even now the ghost of him will do that, making moments feel awkward and uncomfortable when they remember what things used to be like, what he would’ve said in that situation…but that’s fading with time.

Some of the best bonding they manage to do is in the process of delinquent type shit—they both like getting into places they probably shouldn’t be and picking locks, parkouring up to drop a fire escape ladder, or helping each other over barbed wire fences is an easy way to feel in-sync and get somewhere quiet where they won’t be interrupted.

They can’t talk about what happened to them, not and look each other in the eye-socket, so when they do end up actually talking about the tough stuff, it’s usually on a roof somewhere—one will go up and sit down and start thinking deep thoughts, and the other will eventually come join him and sit back-to-back until the words come out. They don’t always, sometimes there’s just silence, but…even that helps, a little.

It's a work-in-progress, those two, and it's not always easy but they’re trying.

#anonymous #headcanons #swapfell fruition #sff!sans #sff!papyrus

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Carnal Hunger

Title- Intimate Betrayal on Wattpad by Aria_Etherium

Neteyam and Female OC (Lai’ra) ages 20 and 19

🔞MDNI🔞

WARNINGS: HIGHLY EXPLICIT/ PURE SMUT/ Some FLUFF

Synopsis: Neteyam was in a coma and got amnesia after the war. Lai’ra is devastated but still has hope for them until one night… (It’s a long one so grab a snack or your v*brator, or both.) "Be a good fucking girl and come for me."

Art by @cinetrix

Once Lai'ra found herself inside her Marui, she began placing her weapons back on their stand. She sensed a presence behind her and turned around, only to be met with Neteyams hand around her throat, forcefully shoving her against the wall.

“Neteyam!” Lai’ra gasped, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Looking up, she locked eyes with him, finding a darkness and menace that sent a shiver down her spine.

“What is it about you…” he hissed in a deep, low voice, his breath hot against her skin. “You’ve consumed my every thought, I can’t get you out of my head. Every time you’re around me… my body feels like it’s on fire. Fuck this memory of mine.” His lips trailed lightly against the side of her face, teasingly brushing her skin. “I feel alive when it’s just you and I and when you’re gone, it feels like something’s missing. I can’t remember what happened between us. But there’s one thing that I do know...” He paused, his lips barely grazing her ear. The intensity of the moment caused Lai’ra's heart to race and her body to tremble under his unrelenting grip.

"What, Neteyam..." she whispers, her voice barely audible, strained by the constriction around her throat, a mix of vulnerability and anticipation.

He breathes in deeply and releases as his gaze blazed into hers. “I fucking need you, Lai’ra.” he growled with raw intensity, his mouth crashing on hers in an all-consuming, passionate kiss, leaving no doubt of the burning desire that consumed him. Lai’ra's senses were overwhelmed as the intensity of Neteyam's kiss ignited a fire within her.

In a burst of unrestrained passion, Neteyam let go of his grip on Lai’ra's throat, and with a fierce determination, he lifted her up, pinning her against the wall. Her body, trapped between his powerful frame and the solid surface. His forceful hands now held her with a firm, possessive grasp, drawing her closer to him, unwilling to let her go. It was a display of raw strength and unrelenting craving, his need for her evident in every touch.

Lai’ra’s arms, instinctively wrapping around his neck, pulled him closer as they continued their intoxicating kiss. Their bodies molded together, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle, their souls entwining in that intimate moment. The world around them faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in each other. The kiss deepened, becoming a powerful exchange of emotions and longing, a language that only they understood. It was a connection that went beyond the physical, a meeting of souls that defied the constraints of time and memory.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, a voice flickered through Neteyam's mind, resonating with a haunting familiarity. “I See You...” Lai’ra's voice echoed, cutting through the depths of his consciousness. Suddenly, the present moment intertwined with a torrent of memories, engulfing him in a whirlwind of emotions. A vivid flashback surged through his thoughts, transporting him back to the battlefield where their destinies had collided. Their eyes locked in a shared vow, their hearts beating in sync with the chaos that surrounded them. In that momentary glimpse, Neteyam was reminded of their unwavering commitment to one another, their souls intertwined in a bond forged amidst adversity. It washed over him, intensifying the passion and desire that fueled their present embrace. It was a reminder of the depth of their connection, an echo of the unbreakable promise they had made. As their lips remained locked in a fiery kiss, Neteyam's heart swelled with a mix of longing, devotion, and the relentless drive to protect the love they had fought for.

Lai’ra's voice, barely audible, escaped as a tender whisper against Neteyam's lips. "I love you, Neteyam..." The words hung in the air, laden with vulnerability and affection. Neteyam's grip remained firm, his fingers delicately tracing Lai’ra's cheek as he pressed his forehead to hers. With a gentle yet unwavering voice, he expressed his affection. "Lai’ra, I love you too."

"Mate," Neteyam growled, his voice resonating with a primal instinct as he pulled Lai'ra away from the wall and tossed her onto the bed. Lai'ra's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart fluttering in her chest at the raw intensity of his words. The air crackled with an electric tension as he loomed over her, his gaze filled with a hunger that mirrored her own.

"Neteyam... You remember?" Lai'ra's voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, her body arching towards his as she sought their intimate connection. Her eyes scanned his face, searching for any flicker of recollection, her own desire mixing with a tingling anticipation.

Neteyam's eyes locked with hers, his gaze holding a mixture of longing and burning passion. In his voice, there was a primal truth, a memory ignited by his deep-rooted love for her. "Not everything," he confessed, his breath hot against her skin. "I remember the day I got shot, the fucking fire that drove me to do what I did. And I remember that it was all for you."

Lai'ra's gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and anticipation as she stared up at Neteyam. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body quivering with a blend of desire and longing, her every nerve on edge, hungry for Neteyam's touch. A dark smile played on Neteyam's lips, a tantalizing dominance emanating from him as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "But, I'm lucky... I got fall in love with you, twice." he breathed, his voice thick with anticipation. His hand moved down her body, a firm grip on her breast as he squeezed urgently, each caress sent waves of pleasure radiating through her, intensifying the heat pooling between her thighs. His touch continued its exploration, venturing lower as Lai'ra surrendered to the overwhelming desire that coursed through her veins, a raw hunger stirring in her core. "And," he continued, his voice laced with a burning passion, "I get to touch you for the first time, again, before all my memories come back." Lai'ra's eyes widened as her hands found their way into Neteyam's hair, pulling him closer to her. Her voice, saturated with urgency and unbridled longing, trembled with raw intensity. "Neteyam... I need you." Lai'ra's words hung in the air, seeping into Neteyam's very being. A primal hunger surged within him, and their lips collided in a searing kiss.

Neteyam's desire intensified, fueling a surge of raw, dominant energy. He sat up, his eyes filled with a desperate craving as he firmly grasped Lai'ra's wrists, pinning them above her head. His unrelenting grip held her arms firmly above her head, his touch a testament to his insatiable longing. Pressing his body against hers, he reveled in the contact, his hard cock throbbing against her pulsating core. As he ground against her, his thumb traced the outline of her soft lips, causing Lai'ra's breath to hitch and her lips to part slightly. "You have no idea how bad I want to be inside you right now." He growled as he ripped off her neck piece, exposing her full breasts to him. Neteyam's voice, heavy with desire and a longing to savor every moment, filled the air as he declared his intention. "But I'm going to take my time. I want to feel every single inch of you," he grunted, his words dripping with adoration. With a swift motion, he ripped off her loincloth, exposing her dripping pussy. His fingers teasingly traced along her drenched folds, his touch evoking a small whimper to escape her lips. "Fuck, you're absolutely soaked, love," he groaned, a primal sound escaping his lips as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her essence.

Neteyam's body trembled as he released her wrists, his fingers trailing a blazing path down her quivering body. With deliberate slowness, he moved lower, his mouth inching closer to her throbbing core. His breath fanned across her sensitive flesh, sending shivers of ecstasy through her with each kiss. "Mine." he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. Neteyam's mouth moved against her with an intoxicating blend of expertise and hunger. His lips and tongue danced in a sensual rhythm, tracing maddening patterns of pleasure on her clit. He reveled in the taste of her, savoring every drop. Neteyam's fingers moved with purpose and precision, trailing along her slick folds, caressing and exploring every inch of her velvety warmth. He found her sweet spot and began to assault it with calculated precision, his fingertips rubbing and pressing against the sensitive flesh. Lai'ra's body trembled under his touch, her breathing growing ragged as pleasure built within her. Her eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering, as waves of ecstasy washed over her, overwhelming her senses.

Neteyam's voice dripped with lust, "You like that, Lai'ra? Feeling my fingers deep inside you, hitting that fucking sweet spot." His voice trailed off as he increased the rhythm of his movements, his eyes locked onto hers. "I can't wait to feel you tighten around my fucking cock, to hear you scream my name as I fuck you senseless. I'm going to make you come so hard, over and over again."

Lai'ra's body quivered, "Goddamn... Neteyam!" she gasped, her voice a breathless plea. Her hands entangled in his hair, tugging on it with a desperate longing as she surrendered herself completely to the intoxicating pleasure he unleashed within her. Neteyam hovered over her as he continued to pleasure her with his skilled fingers, his voice grew more demanding. "Fuck my fingers, Lai'ra," he growled, his tone filled with an intoxicating mix of dominance and desire. "Show me how badly you want it. Ride my fucking hand."

Lai'ra's body became a vessel of unbridled desire, her movements a sinful dance of carnal hunger. With an insatiable craving, she arched her back, offering herself to him, grinding in a sensuous rhythm against his hand. Moans and gasps, dripping with sinful delight, spilled from her lips, filling the room with an erotic symphony. As his fingers plunged deep inside her, the intoxicating wetness of her arousal coated his fingers, amplifying the slippery, lewd sounds that accompanied their every movement. Neteyam's free hand wrapped around Lai'ra's throat, a firm grip that conveyed his dominance and control. With a husky voice, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You're being such a good girl for me, Lai'ra. Taking my fingers so fucking well, letting me make you feel so, so good." His grip tightened ever so slightly, emphasizing his dominance and igniting a spark of primal ecstasy within them both.

Lai'ra's voice dripped with submission, escaped in a breathy whisper. "Yes, Neteyam...Fuck, I'm all yours," she moaned, her words a sultry affirmation of her surrender. Her breath quickened, coming in short gasps as her walls clenched around Neteyam's fingers, drawing her closer to the edge. With a primal cry, her body convulsed in a breathtaking climax, waves of pleasure washing over her. Neteyam devoured the sight of her. A sly smile played on his lips, his gaze filled with a possessiveness as he watched her tremble beneath him. With a deliberate slowness, he withdrew his fingers from her drenched core, relishing in the slick evidence of her desire that clung to them. His lips trailed a trail of feathery kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Like a predator honing in on its prey, he descended further, his mouth finding its way to her breasts. With a mix of forceful sucking and the occasional teasing bite, he toyed with her sensitive nipples, alternating between pleasure and a controlled flicker of pain that sent jolts through her body, her moans filling the room. "Fuck, I'm throbbing so hard for you right now, it hurts," Neteyam confessed, his voice filled with a heady mixture of desire and frustration. The hunger in his eyes burned brighter, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as he watched Lai'ra's reaction. With a slight shift of his body, Lai'ra's gaze was drawn downward, her eyes locking onto the sight that awaited her. She could see the undeniable proof of Neteyam's arousal, his throbbing cock straining against the fabric of his loincloth. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the fabric, a sign of his need and the intoxicating effect she had on him.

Lai'ra smirked, a glimmer of wickedness shining in her eyes as she positioned herself with purpose. With a swift and forceful movement, she pushed Neteyam down onto the bed, asserting her dominance. The sound of fabric being savagely torn apart resonated in the room, adding an erotic edge to the atmosphere. She ripped off his loincloth, baring his pulsating length as it slapped against his stomach.

Lai'ra's gaze intensified with a wicked hunger as she wrapped her fingers around Neteyam's throbbing cock, feeling the slickness of his pre-cum coating her touch. With a seductive smile, she deliberately spread the moisture along his pulsating length, her hand moved with a willful slowness, her fingers gliding teasingly over his sensitive skin, tormenting him with each stroke. Neteyam's breath hitched, his eyes locked on Lai'ra's skilled fingers as they teasingly stroked him with maddening slowness. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, mingling with his husky voice, "Fuck... It's so fucking sensitive," he groaned, his voice thick with desire and need.

Lai'ra leaned down, her lips brushing against Neteyam's as she took his bottom lip into her mouth, teasing and tugging on it gently. Her hand continued its slow and deliberate strokes, keeping him on the edge of pleasure. In a seductive whisper, she breathed against his lips, "How bad do you want to feel my mouth wrapped around you?"

Neteyam's breath hitched, his eyes smoldering with desire as he gazed into Lai'ra's. He released a low growl, his voice filled with raw longing, "Fuck... I want it so bad. I want to thrust my cock so deep into your throat that you can't fucking breathe... Feel your lips wrapped tightly around me, choking on me. I want to hear you gag as I fuck your mouth relentlessly, claiming you completely." Neteyam's breath caressed Lai'ra's lips as he whispered those words, his voice a seductive melody that sent shivers down her spine. He couldn't help but bite his lip in a display of primal anticipation. His gaze remained locked with Lai'ra's, his eyes darkening with an insatiable hunger. The intensity in his stare was undeniable, a magnetic force that drew her closer, igniting a fire deep within her core.

Lai'ra's mouth watered at the thought of fulfilling his desires, the anticipation building within her. But she couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him, to keep him on the edge a little longer. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she leaned in closer, her voice laced with playful seduction. "MaTeyam," she whispered, her breath caressing his lips, "do you know how long I've been waiting for you to come back to me? You're not going to get what you want just yet."

As Lai'ra continued to stroke him teasingly, Neteyam's composure began to unravel. His eyes widened with a mixture of a ravenous craving and frustration, his body yearning for release. A whimper escaped his lips, a raw and desperate sound that betrayed his need. Every stroke, every touch from Lai'ra sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through him, pushing him closer to the edge.

The torment she inflicted upon him was both exquisite and maddening. Neteyam squirmed beneath her touch, his body aching for more, for the sweet release that Lai'ra held in her hands. The combination of her skillful ministrations and the delicious tease of her words drove him to the brink of madness. He was at her mercy, completely consumed by the overwhelming desire she ignited within him. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, pushing him to the limits of his self-control. The sound of their lips colliding together filled the air, mingling with soft moans of pleasure that escaped their mouths. It was a sloppy, carnal kiss, fueled by the intensity of their connection. Their tongues explored each other's mouths with fervor, tasting and devouring the essence of their deep love for one another.

Lai'ra's desire burned with an unyielding intensity as she stood up, her eyes locked onto Neteyam's. With a swift yet graceful movement, she took his hand and led him to sit on the edge of the bed. Her gaze was filled with captivating submission as she knelt down before him.

Positioned on her knees, Lai'ra's hands slowly trailed up Neteyam's thighs, her touch leaving a trail of electric sensation in its wake. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a seductive hunger, as she moved closer to his throbbing cock, its length begging for her attention.

Her breath danced against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs as she leaned in, her lips tantalizingly close to his pulsating arousal. A moment of anticipation hung in the air as Lai'ra locked eyes with him, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

With a deliberate slowness, she traced her fingers along the length of his shaft, teasingly exploring every inch. Her touch was maddeningly gentle yet purposeful, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through Neteyam's body. Lai'ra's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the glistening tip of his cock.

The room began to fill with the sounds of Lai'ra's wet mouth engulfing him, the slurping sounds mixing with his deep moans of pleasure. "Your mouth... feels so fucking good. Oh God..." His words spilled out, punctuated by gasps and moans that escaped his lips. His grip on the edge of the bed tightened, his fingers digging into the fabric as he fought to maintain control. "You're driving me insane," he rasped, his voice laced with an undeniable hunger. "I want to fuck your mouth so bad. Please, love, I need it." His words dripped out in a deep growl, laced with desire as his eyes rolled back into his head, a desperate plea for the ultimate release. Lai'ra's lips parted from him, her breath warm against his sensitive flesh. She whispered teasingly, her hands dancing along his thighs, "Well, go on then." Her voice dripped with seduction, an invitation that sent a surge of electricity through his veins.

Neteyam rose to his feet, a raw desire burning in his eyes as he positioned himself for the next level of pleasure. The anticipation hung in the air as he took control, aligning his length to her open and eager mouth. With a swift yet gentle thrust, he entered Lai'ra, his throbbing length filling her mouth with a pulsating sensation. A deep groan escaped his lips as he threw his head back in sheer ecstasy, surrendering himself to the overwhelming pleasure that enveloped him. Neteyam's primal instincts took over as he yearned for deeper connection and heightened pleasure. Neteyam's dominant nature surged to the forefront as he reveled in the raw intensity of the moment. With a commanding voice, he encouraged Lai'ra to take him deeper, relishing in the feeling of her warm mouth enveloping him. "That's it, baby. Take it all down your throat," he hissed, his words infused with desire and a commanding presence. Lai'ra gagged around him, her hands gripping his thighs for support as he pushed deeper into her throat. The tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her flushed cheeks, a mixture of pleasure, submission, and the intensity of the moment. Neteyam's voice escaped in a guttural groan, his eyes fixated on Lai'ra. The raw desire in his gaze was unmistakable, a mix of dominance and adoration. "You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he breathed as he continued thrusting furiously into her, his hand reaching down to caress her face adoringly. He smirked and bit down on his lip harshly, relishing in the way she succumbed to his desires.

Neteyam's climax crashed over him like a tidal wave, pleasure coursing through every fiber of his being. His body convulsed with raw ecstasy, his muscles tightening and releasing in sync with each powerful throb. The intense sensation of release flooded his senses, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through his body. As he reached the peak of his pleasure, a primal roar escaped his lips, a guttural expression of the overwhelming bliss that consumed him. Lai'ra skillfully held him in her mouth, her tongue swirling and caressing every inch of his pulsating length as she greedily drank in his essence.

As he withdrew from Lai'ra's mouth, her lips parted with a gasp as she eagerly drew in a deep breath. The release from his grip allowed her to regain her composure, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. As the air filled her lungs, she savored the taste of him that lingered on her tongue. Their eyes locked, a mix of lust and anticipation flickering between them. Without a word, Neteyam pulled her up towards him, their bodies pressed together in an intoxicating embrace. Their lips collided with a fervor that defied restraint, a heady mix of an unquenchable thirst and longing. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, the pressure growing with each passing moment. Neteyam's kiss was fierce and demanding, a reflection of his unrestrained need for Lai'ra. His tongue sought entrance, delving into the depths of her mouth, exploring and claiming every inch. Lai'ra reciprocated with equal fervor, her own tongue tangling with his in a sensual battle for dominance. Moans and sighs escaped from their lips, mingling with the wet sounds of their passionate kisses. The occasional gasp punctuated the air as pleasure surged through their bodies. Each exhale was laden with desire, the breathy whispers of their shared longing.

Their hands explored each other's bodies with a feverish urgency, fingers tracing every curve and dip, igniting sensations that sent shivers down their spines. Neteyam's hands roamed over Lai'ra's back, gripping her hips possessively, pulling her closer to him as their bodies melded together. His touch conveyed a mixture of strength and tenderness, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. Lai'ra's hands, equally eager, glided over Neteyam's muscular chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath her fingertips. She explored the contours of his body, tracing the sculpted lines that spoke of his power and resilience. With a delicate touch, she brushed her fingers along the nape of his neck, relishing in the sensation of his skin against her own. Neteyam's strong frame enveloped Lai'ra, his arms encircling her with a protective embrace. Their chests rose and fell in perfect synchronization, their heartbeats pounding with shared anticipation. The warmth of their bodies mingled, creating an electric current that surged between them, heightening their connection. In that moment, Lai'ra's heart swelled with a torrent of emotions, threatening to burst from her chest. Love, pain, and longing merged into a powerful mix that fueled her sense of purpose. The depth of her feelings for Neteyam surged within her, resonating with every beat of her heart. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, to intertwine their destinies as a mated pair for eternity.

The weight of their shared experiences, the trials they had faced, and the unspoken promises made in their hearts converged into a singular realization. Lai'ra knew, deep down to her core, that she had found her soulmate in Neteyam. In his arms, she felt complete, a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into its rightful place. The intensity of their connection surpassed the physical realm, transcending mere attraction, and embraced the profound bond they shared. Neteyam's heart beat with a steady rhythm, its cadence resonating with the depth of his emotions. Though his memories remained fragmented, flashes of their shared moments flickered in his mind, reminding him of the profound love that had forged an unbreakable bond between them. Though his memories still eluded him, the love he felt for Lai'ra burned with an intensity that defied explanation. The mere sight of her stirred a flood of emotions within him, awakening dormant feelings that had slumbered in the recesses of his mind. Every interaction, every touch, held a profound significance, as if they were threads that wove the tapestry of their intertwined fates. As they slowly pulled away, Neteyam's fingers delicately traced the contours of Lai'ra's face, his touch conveying a depth of tenderness and reverence. In his other hand, he held up his Kuru, "Lai'ra... Tsaheylu. (The bond)" he breathed, his voice a gentle murmur filled with love and vulnerability. His gaze locked with hers, his eyes conveying a myriad of emotions. Lai'ra's eyes sparkled with an ethereal light, her gaze mirroring the depth of her emotions. With a steady hand, she raised her Kuru to meet Neteyam's, the tendrils interlacing in a delicate dance of fate. The air around them crackled with an electric energy, and as their gazes locked, a surge of profound understanding passed between them. In that sacred moment, their Kuru's intertwined, merging their souls in an eternal connection. Lai'ra and Neteyam let out a deep, synchronized groan, their breaths intermingling in a harmonious melody of release and surrender. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the pulsating energy that surged through their entwined consciousness's. It was a moment of profound unity, a merging of two beings into one, as their shared essence enveloped them in a blissful embrace. Their bodies trembled with the intensity of the connection, a culmination of desire, love, and an unspoken understanding that surpassed words.

A torrent of memories flooded Neteyam's being, engulfing him in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. Unfolding before him like a montage, each memory resurfacing with crystal clarity and overwhelming intensity. The veil of forgetfulness was lifted, and he gasped deeply as his pupils dilated, sending a shockwave through him. He was swept away in a whirlwind of emotions, his heart pounding in his chest as he absorbed the weight of their history, all the love, all the betrayal laid bare for him to see. It tore through him, causing a searing ache in his heart. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the hidden from his conscious mind.

The intensity of their gaze intensified, each locking eyes with an unwavering determination that spoke volumes of their unyielding connection. Neteyam's hands, firm and possessive, cradled Lai'ra's face, his touch conveying a mixture of tenderness and complete devotion. His voice, a breathless whisper, carried the weight of their shared destiny. "I remember everything, I'm so sorry... I See You, Mate," he exhaled, the word resonating with a primal significance that stirred the very core of their beings. Without hesitation, he effortlessly lifted her, his strength reaffirming their physical and spiritual bond. Her legs encircled him, drawing them closer, their bodies merging in a seamless union. Their lips found each other once more, a tender yet fervent kiss that spoke of their deep connection. They both fell onto the bed as their bodies tangled together, in a voice filled with reverence and belonging, Lai'ra whispered the words that encompassed the entirety of their connection. "I See You, My Mate," the words dripped from her lips, her gaze shifting all over Neteyam, and in that moment, the moonlight poured through the cracks of the hut, casting a gentle glow upon his form. As if guided by a cosmic hand, the gentle beams cascaded over his body, accentuating the intricate white markings that glowed on his skin. The ethereal glow transformed him into a celestial creature, a vision of sublime beauty that defied words. Lai'ra's heart fluttered as she beheld his radiant form, her senses intoxicated by his otherworldly presence.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of Neteyam's lips, his heart began pounding in his chest. The profound understanding of Lai'ra's feelings, shared through the depths of their connection, stirred something primal within him. His gaze traced the contours of her body, each curve and line bathed in the moonlight's tender embrace. The ethereal glow intensified the desire burning within him, urging him to bridge the gap between their souls with the passionate language of touch.

Lai'ra's lips curved into a tantalizing smirk as she locked eyes with Neteyam, her own thoughts and desires intertwining with his. Understanding the profound connection they shared, she let her instincts guide her as she gracefully crawled atop him. Straddling his waist, bathed in the moonlight's gentle glow, she radiated an irresistible allure as her hand glided along Neteyam's cheek, her touch gentle and tender. Her thumb traced the outline of his soft, full lips, savoring the sensation of his warmth beneath her fingertips. Neteyam's lips parted ever so slightly as Lai'ra's touch sent tingles coursing through his skin, awakening a heightened sensitivity to her presence. In a tender gesture, he gently took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. With a trail of soft kisses, he caressed her palm, each touch conveying a language of devotion and affection that words could not express.

The atmosphere thickened with an intoxicating mix of arousal and anticipation. Neteyam's eyes bore into Lai'ra's with a smoldering intensity, his gaze filled with a raw seduction that could set the world ablaze. In a bold and daring move, he sensually took her index finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it with deliberate slowness. The act was a provocative invitation, a promise of the pleasure that awaited them. Neteyam's lips curled into a wicked grin as he continued his tantalizing play. Taking another one of Lai'ra's fingers into his mouth, he lavished it with his tongue, coating them both in a glistening sheen of wetness. With a firm yet tender grip, he guided her hand to her own core, urging her to touch herself. Lai'ra's breath hitched as her fingertips explored the slickness of her arousal. Neteyam's gaze intensified, his eyes drilling into Lai'ra with a fierce hunger as he watched her pleasuring herself on top of him. His breath became ragged, each inhale a desperate attempt to savor her intoxicating scent. His own arousal throbbing in response to the erotic display before him. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice laced with a mixture of need and adoration. "You're so beautiful, love. You're driving me fucking insane." His chest heaved with anticipation as his eyes flickered from her hand to her eyes. Lai'ra's lips curled into a sinful smile as she bit down on her lower lip. With each movement of her fingers, she felt her clit pulsate with an uncontrollable urgency, her essence dripping onto him as a soft whimper escaped her lips. The sight of Neteyam watching her, his eyes filled with unbridled lust, only intensified her own pleasure.

Lai'ra's movements grew more deliberate and sensual as she slowly ground her wet core against Neteyam's throbbing length. She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a devilish spark. With a seductive smile, she took Neteyam's hand in hers, guiding it to his hard cock, urging him to stroke himself in tandem with her movements. As Neteyam began to stroke himself, his eyes narrowed with a primal hunger, his lips curled into a wicked smile as each stroke elicited a series of subtle twitches and quivers. "You're going to fucking kill me." He let out in a breathless groan as his jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving Lai'ra's. Neteyam's focus intensified, his movements becoming more fervent as he stroked himself. A lustful smile curled on his lips as his hand connected with Lai'ra's breast in a firm, commanding smack that sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her moan of pleasure mingled with his own breathless groans.

Neteyam's growl reverberated through the air, a deep, animalistic sound that echoed his overwhelming desire. His strokes faltered as his hand trembled with impatience and need. "I can't fucking hold back anymore," he rasped, his voice thick with urgency and hunger. "I need to feel your tight, wet pussy squeezing around me."

With a surge of raw power, Neteyam's grip tightened around Lai'ra's hips, lifting her effortlessly and slamming her down onto the bed with a force that made the very foundations of the Marui tremble. A primal growl tore from his throat as he thrusted, burying his cock deep inside her with an overwhelming force. Lai'ra's voice erupted in a primal scream of pleasure, her inhibitions shattered as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. "Oh fuck! Neteyam!" Her words, laced with urgency and a hunger for more, echoed throughout the village. The bed shook beneath them as Neteyam's powerful thrusts rocked Lai'ra's body, the force of his movements electrifying her senses. She gasped, a mix of pleasure and surrender escaping her parted lips, as he drove himself deeper and deeper, claiming her with an insatiable hunger. Neteyam's voice, rough and dripping with lust, matched the intensity of their connection. "That's it, my love," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Scream my name. Let the whole world know who you belong to." Lai'ra's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that stirred the depths of Neteyam's soul. Each sultry sound that escaped her parted lips ignited a primal desire within him, a hunger that could only be satiated by her. The way she clenched around him, her walls pulsating with every thrust, sent waves of euphoria coursing through his veins. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin created a delicious melody that resonated in the air as the wet, intoxicating sounds filled the room.

Lai'ra's desire surged through her, fueling her dominance as she took control. With a tight grip on Neteyam's throat, she unleashed her power, riding him with a commanding force. Neteyam's eyes widened as Lai'ra took control, riding him with an intensity that left him breathless. "My turn." Lai'ra hissed with an intoxicating blend of dominance and desire, her voice dripping with command. She leaned down, her lips teasingly grazing his earlobe, sending an electric jolt straight to his core. Neteyam's eyes rolled back, his body trembling with anticipation, as her words sank deep into his being. He surrendered to her completely, his hands gripping her ass with unyielding force, eager to fulfill her every desire. "Yes. Ugh fuck... it's your cock, Lai'ra. Do whatever you want," he groaned, his voice laced with a mix of pleasure and surrender.

Lai'ra took control of the rhythm, her movements becoming a symphony of passion and power. She rode him with an intensity that bordered on the edge of primal, each grind and bounce fueling their mutual pleasure. The arch of her back accentuated her curves, showcasing her alluring form as she moved with a relentless determination. Her nails dug into his chest, leaving trails of desire in their wake, while her eyes locked onto his with a fiery gaze, igniting a primal connection between them. Every sensual gyration sent waves of pleasure coursing through Neteyam's veins, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of her tightness, warmth, and the raw power of her movements. His voice escaped in broken gasps. "Fuck, Lai'ra... Oh my god, baby! Just like that... Fuck.. Keep fucking me just like that." He grunted as he bit his lip, his jaw clenching, his grip on her hips tightening, guiding her movements as he relished in the sensation of being utterly claimed by her. Neteyam's senses spinned into a dizzying frenzy as his eyes rolled back, lost in the depths of his own pleasure as his thrusts met Lai'ra's motions with urgency.

Lai'ra's voice pierced through the haze of pleasure as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his, "Yeah baby, mmm, that's it." Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she whispered. "Give me that fucking tongue." Neteyam's hunger grew with every passing moment, his need for her escalating to new heights. With a primal growl, he leaned up, capturing Lai'ra's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced and tangled, their mouths claiming and devouring each other with unbridled desire.

With an effortless display of strength, Neteyam hoisted Lai'ra up and slammed her against the wall, his chest pressed against her back. Lai'ra's body trembled against the wall as Neteyam's powerful grip held her in place, his lips trailing a fiery path down her neck. The heat of his breath against her skin sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her, eliciting soft moans from her lips. His voice, low and sultry, caressed her ear with a possessive intensity as his hands made their way around her body, groping her breast tightly and wrapping around her throat. "You're all mine, Lai'ra."

Neteyam's desire surged to new heights as he sank his fangs into the soft flesh of Lai'ra's neck, marking her as his own. A mixture of pleasure and pain washed over her as she yelped, her body reacting to the carnal act of claiming. Neteyam's hands held her tightly, his touch possessive and demanding. His words dripped with a dark, seductive intensity as he whispered into her ear, conveying his intent to explore every inch of her body. "I'm going to claim you in every way imaginable, leaving no part untouched." His voice carried an edge, reflecting his insatiable hunger and desire for her. A sharp smack on her ass followed by a possessive squeeze, demonstrated his dominance as his fingers dug into her supple flesh. "Yes... I want to feel you. I want it all, Neteyam." she groaned, her voice laced with need. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she braced herself for what was to come.

Neteyam's dominance surged as he forcefully turned Lai'ra around, her back pressed firmly against the wall. With a commanding grip, he pinned her arms above her head, his fingers wrapping around her delicate wrists with possessive strength. The sheer force of his grip on her wrists above her head sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, as she felt the raw power of his possession. Their eyes locked, their connection unyielding as he positioned himself, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder. With a deliberate slowness, he pushed himself inside her, savoring the tightness of her ass and heat that enveloped him. A sharp gasp escaped Lai'ra's lips, the new sensation sent a surge of euphoria, blurring her vision, accompanied by a slight discomfort. Neteyam's face contorted in a combination of pleasure and concentration, his eyes locked on Lai'ra's as he pushed deeper inside her. His thrusts were slow and gentle at first, not wanting to hurt her but the more she relaxed the deeper and harder he went. Beads of glistening sweat formed on Neteyam's brow as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed his being. With each powerful thrust, his breath came in a series of gasps and moans, punctuating the air with raw desire. His eyes, dilated with a feral hunger, held Lai'ra's gaze with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

Neteyam's grip on Lai'ra's wrists loosened, his hands sliding down her arms until they found their place under her thighs. His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her up effortlessly, the strength in his arms evident as he held her weight with ease. Her legs wrapped around his waist as Lai'ra's arm wrapped around Neteyam's broad shoulders, her hand resting on the back of his head, pulling him in closer. Her other hand delicately cradled his face, her fingertips tracing the contours of his strong jawline. With an unyielding grip on her bottom, Neteyam unleashed his ravenous movements, driving his cock into her ass with a fierce determination. Lai'ra's body arched in exquisite surrender, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Oh... fuck. Fuck!" She moaned breathily. Neteyam watched her, his mouth hanging open as deep moans escaped him. A smile tugged at his lips as her eyes met his again. "God, look at you. Taking me so," He gasped, his voice a husky whisper, as his eyes fluttered in pleasure, "So well. Such a good girl for me. Oh fuck, Lai'ra." He groaned, a small whimper leaving his lips as he clenched his jaw, his cock twitching inside of her as he fought against his release. The sound's coming from him only made Lai'ra's mind reel with euphoria, all her senses heightened to a level beyond comprehension as their Kuru's stayed laced together.

Neteyam and Lai'ra shifted positions, their bodies moving with fluid grace. Lai'ra positioned herself on all fours on the bed, her back arched enticingly as she presented herself to Neteyam. Time seemed to slow as Neteyam's breath hitched, his eyes drinking in the breathtaking vision of Lai'ra on all fours, her body an irresistible temptation. He moved towards her with deliberate steps, his fingertips tracing a tantalizing path up her spine, sending electric currents of anticipation through her. With a masterful touch, his hand alternated between a teasing slap and a gentle caress on her swollen clit, driving Lai'ra wild. His voice dripped with a seductive edge as he whispered, "So ready for me, huh?" Withdrawing his hand, he gripped his pulsating length, using its head to circle her clit in teasing strokes, her slickness coating him deliciously. Lai'ra gasped, "Please, Neteyam. Ugh.." She bit her lip, her brows furrowing up, pleading, as she turned her head to look at him. His head tilted to the side as he looked down at her, his eyes smoldered as a wicked smirk crept up on his face.

Then, he entered her with a torturous slowness, savoring every inch of her as he claimed her body. Leaning down, his chest pressed firmly against her back, his lips brushed against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. The powerful beat of his heart pulsed through his body, a testament to the passion and intensity of their connection. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each inward plunge filling her completely, his length exploring the depths of her being. The sound of Neteyam's voice, laced with desire and command, reached Lai'ra's ears as he maintained his slow and deep thrusts. "I love hearing you moan my name," he growled, his words punctuated by the powerful rhythm of his hips. "Love seeing you come undone for me, begging me for more." Each syllable dripped with a potent mixture of dominance and adoration.

Lai'ra's long lashes swept against her flushed cheeks as her eyelids involuntarily fluttered shut, surrendering herself to the consuming sensations that rippled through her body. Uncontrollable moans spilled from her parted lips, harmonized with the rhythm of Neteyam's powerful thrusts, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoed in the air around them. With an alluring smirk, Neteyam sat up, his fingers tangling in her hair, establishing a possessive hold. His other hand, both tender and firm, cradled her jaw, tilting her head back to expose her vulnerability, while his amber eyes pierced into her soul. "Eyes on me, love," he commanded, his voice resonating with a potent blend of dominance and longing. "On me, while I fuck you senseless. While I push you over the edge."

With a relentless surge of passion, Neteyam plunged into Lai'ra, his movements powerful and unyielding. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through their entwined bodies, igniting a fiery symphony of sensations. The bed beneath them quivered in response to their fervent connection. Lai'ra's voice shattered the air, her scream of pleasure mingling with the echoes of their unbridled desire. "Neteyam!" she cried out, her voice an intoxicating blend of raw need and primal longing, a testament to the depths of their shared passion.

Neteyam's voice was a feral growl as he unleashed his desires. "Yeah, baby," he grunted, his jaw clenched with concentration. "Take that fucking cock. Ugh, so deep in that fucking pussy. God, you feel so fucking good." The room reverberated with the wet squelching noises growing in intensity with each forceful thrust. Lai'ra's body quivered, her inner heat pooling in her belly, aching for Neteyam's insatiable thrusts. His precise aim repeatedly struck her sweet spot, causing her to scream out, "Oh, Neteyam! You're going to make me come! Fuck!"

Neteyam's gaze intensified as he drew her closer, their bodies intimately entwined, as he unleashed a seductive question. His voice, laced with a mixture of dominance and anticipation, murmured, "Yeah? You going to come all over my thick cock, Lai'ra? Is that what you crave? Tell me." Lai'ra's eyes bore into Neteyam's with a captivating blend of longing and urgency. Her brows furrowed with a look of longing and vulnerability as her breath hitched in her throat, her voice filled with aching desire and an unmistakable plea. "Yes, yes, Neteyam! I need to come. Please, make me come!"

Neteyam leaned down, capturing Lai'ra's lips in a passionate kiss, their mouths melding together in a fervent exchange. His whispered words against her lips, commanded her. "Be a good fucking girl and come for me." Lai'ra's eyes locked onto Neteyam's with an intense, almost desperate gaze as her climax enveloped her, seizing her body in a powerful grip. Her pupils dilated, her irises glistening as her body convulsed in a breathtaking display of pleasure. As Lai'ra's inner walls clenched tightly around Neteyam's throbbing length, a deep, guttural moan escaped his lips. The sensation was nothing short of electric, a pulsating tightness that enveloped him, gripping him with an intense and pleasurable force.

With an urgency fueled by their rising passion, Neteyam groaned, his voice laced with desperation. "Fuck, fuck!" he exclaimed, his primal sounds echoing through the room. In a swift and fluid motion, he withdrew from Lai'ra and flipped her over, positioning himself to enter her again. His own release was building within him, the climax of their shared ecstasy imminent.

As he drove himself into her once more, a shudder of pleasure coursing through his body, he leaned in close, his hand pressing against the wall for support. His other hand found its place on Lai'ra's breast, squeezing it with a furious need. With a voice heavy with desire, he whispered, "One more time, love. Let me take you there once more." With an urgent fervor, Neteyam's hips moved in a relentless rhythm, driving into Lai'ra with a raw and passionate force. Every thrust was purposeful and determined. His muscles tensed and flexed with each powerful movement, his body instinctively seeking the ultimate release. His breath came in ragged gasps, mingling with the sounds of their skin colliding and their shared moans. Each thrust propelled him deeper into the depths of pleasure, the intensity building with every plunge. His movements were urgent, driven by a need to consume her completely, to lose himself in the intoxicating sensations they were creating together.

As he rocked into her, his body melding with hers, his senses heightened, amplifying every sensation. The tightening grip on her breast conveyed his need, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as he reveled in the texture and warmth beneath his touch. The urgency in his motions mirrored the building intensity of his climax, the need to experience that final moment of release with Lai'ra consuming his every thought.

Lai'ra's core throbbed with an insatiable hunger, aching for more of Neteyam's passionate thrusts. The intensity of their connection surged through her, mingling with the heat of their bodies and the urgency in their movements. Every nerve ending was alive, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins. The sensation of his weight above her, his body pressing against hers, fueled the fire that burned within her. Her skin tingled with anticipation, her senses heightened as she surrendered to the raw intensity of their union.

In this moment, Lai'ra's mind was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that swept through her. She felt a surge of love and desire for Neteyam, a deep connection that transcended the physical realm. In the heat of the moment, Lai'ra's hands moved with purpose and passion. They explored the contours of his body, mapping the curves and planes of his skin, as if to imprint his touch upon her senses. With every stroke, every caress, she sought to deepen their connection, to convey her longing and devotion. Her touch was both gentle and demanding, a reflection of the complex emotions coursing through her. As the intensity of their lovemaking reached its peak, Lai'ra's hands expressed a fierce and possessive grip on Neteyam's body. With one hand, she caressed his neck, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. The other, held a firm grip on his waist. Her touch was tender yet commanding, conveying both her love and her need for him.

As the intensity of their movements escalated, the electrifying tension built within their bodies, signaling the imminent climax that awaited them. Lai'ra's inner walls clenched around Neteyam's pulsating length, a primal instinct guiding her body's response. They moved together with synchronized rhythm, each thrust pushing them closer to the pinnacle of pleasure.

Their breaths mingled as they met each other's gaze, their eyes locked. The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable energy that fueled their connection. Neteyam's voice cracked. "Lai'ra... I'm... I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice husky with desire.

Lai'ra's response came in a breathless whisper, her voice laced with urgency and longing. "Neteyam... Let go... with me," she moaned. And then it happened. Waves of ecstasy crashed over them, rippling through their bodies like a tempestuous storm. They found release in unison, their cries of pleasure merging into a harmonious symphony. Lai'ra's body arched, her back bowing with the intensity of her orgasm, while Neteyam's muscles tensed, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and release.

As they reached the peak of their pleasure, a profound and otherworldly connection surged between them. Their linked Kurus intensified the depth of their union. In that climactic moment, they were not just physical beings, but two souls intertwining in a celestial dance. Euphoria flooded their senses, an intoxicating blend of physical ecstasy and a spiritual bond that transcended the boundaries of their mortal bodies. Their Kurus became a conduit for the exchange of emotions, thoughts, and sensations. Every caress, every thrust, carried a profound significance, magnifying the intensity of their pleasure. Lai'ra's scream of complete surrender pierced through the fabric of space and time, resonating with such intensity that it seemed to reverberate throughout the entire universe.

In that sacred moment, they were lost to the world, consumed by the all-encompassing pleasure that coursed through their beings. Time seemed to stand still as their bodies trembled with the aftershocks of their shared climax, their hearts beating in unison, synchronized in the throes of their passion.

As their breaths finally steadied and their bodies basked in the blissful aftermath, Lai'ra whispered softly, her voice filled with a mixture of dedication and tenderness. "Neteyam te Suli Tsyek'itan... I love you," she murmured, her words carrying the weight of a thousand emotions.

Neteyam, his own chest heaving with exertion, met her gaze with a look of adoration and devotion. "And I love you, Lai'ra te Niritx Í'oíma'ite," he replied, his voice a tender declaration of their eternal bond.

As the night embraced them in its velvety darkness, Lai'ra and Neteyam continued their intimate connection, their Kurus locked in a profound display of unity. They reveled in the afterglow of their passionate union, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling as they soaked in the everlasting bond they just sealed. In the hushed silence of their sanctuary, they whispered sweet nothings to each other, their words carrying promises of love, devotion, and a future together. Their intertwined fingers traced delicate patterns on each other's skin, leaving a trail of warmth and comfort in their wake. Time seemed to stand still as they basked in the euphoria of their sacred consummation, cherishing every moment of closeness and intimacy.

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Whether or not this was a healthy way to cope with everything that was going on wasn’t necessarily something that Peter was concerning himself with. He was falling apart. He didn’t know what to hold on to. He felt like a shell of his former self. That didn’t happen when he was around Mary Jane. As soon as he saw her, it was like for a moment, there was a sense of clarity. He could breathe. He needed her and he gave in to that need he had for her. It was hard to resist, especially when she was all he had right now. At least, it felt that way. MJ was the one thing keeping him anchored. She was what was keeping him from diving into this darkness that was looming over him. Because Peter was angry as much as he was sad. MJ was calming that storm within him. The closer he could be to her, the better. And there wasn’t anything closer than this, being this intimate with her. It was selfish, he knew that, but it wasn’t as if Peter was necessarily thinking so clearly right now. In fact, he wasn’t thinking at all. He was feeling. And this felt good. It felt perfect. The way MJ’s felt against him left him as breathless as it did proving some life to him. The way her skin felt pressed onto his was a warmth he didn’t want to part with. She felt perfect and he didn’t want to let go, no matter how inappropriate that may be. That was why he held her as tight as he could and kissed her as much as he could and moved their bodies together as in sync as he could. It was what he selfishly needed. Pulling back from the kiss and opening his eyes, he looked at Mary Jane through his hazy gaze when he heard the way she moaned his name. Their foreheads pressed together, Peter nodding just subtly enough when she voiced that she wanted him to move faster. She was getting just as desperate as he was, he could feel it, but it made him shudder hearing her say it.

His hips collided into Mary Jane’s faster, his face burying into her neck as he kissed her there, but it wasn’t very much longer when the redhead was suddenly pushing Peter on his back, flipping their positions with her now on top of him. A small breathless gasp left his lips, caught off guard, but he wasted no time getting comfortable in this new position. His hands found their way to her waist, where he grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. Licking his lips and catching his breath, he moaned when he felt her warm hand around his very sensitive cock. Just the slightest touch from her and he felt the way it twitched. He had to bite his lower lip to make sure he kept his composure while MJ led the tip towards her entrance. As she slipped down onto him, Peter moaned louder this time. The short time away from being inside her had been sorely missed and his body reacted appropriately to being back inside her. Her walls instantly clenched around him again, squeezing his hard cock while MJ was bounced her hips up and down. Peter knew he was getting too close to his released and his fingers dug harshly into MJ’s skin when certain movements from her made his body twitch. He’d groan and whimper, his cock pulsing inside her desperate to just cum. “Fuck, I’m so close,” he whispered with a slight stutter. The heat pooling at the pit of his stomach was far too overwhelming at this point. The visual of Mary Jane on top of him like this wasn’t helping matters. Each time Peter would open his eyes and look up at her, he was met with her perfect body over him, her breasts defying physics as they bounced along with her thrusts. Beads of sweat rolled down her body, making her nipples harden and causing the freckles that littered her body to glisten under his gaze. He was mesmerized and he couldn’t take it any longer. As he felt that heat threaten to explode, Peter wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her down against him, crashing their lips together into a messy and heated kiss before he had to break it to cry out in a whimpering moan. His orgasm hit him hard, resulting in his body shuddering and his cock twitching with each release inside her. He came and he came until the pure ecstasy finished passing through every inch of his body. Shaky hands still held onto Mary Jane, though, holding her close while he kissed her again, his hips pushing deep into her to make sure she released with him as well.

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His body immediately shuddered at hearing her tell him that she loved him. If he could, he’d ask her to keep saying it, to not stop. Because hearing Mary Jane say those three words to him felt like the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart - from going into this dark place that he didn’t think he could come out of. She was holding him together and she didn’t even realize it. But he held onto those words and held onto the way that she looked at him. It was why Peter didn’t want this moment to end. He wanted to just live in this moment, in this day with Mary Jane. He’d repeat it over and over again if he could. The truth was that once the day came to an end, he’d have to go back to facing the reality of the real world. Go back to living in a world where Gwen Stacy died because of him. Why would he want to go back to that when he could have this? At least for right now, he could have this. All of this with Mary Jane. And each kiss that he placed on her skin and every touch that against her body was charged with this need to just have all of her. They kissed and he was sent to another plane of existence, one where nothing else matter but Mary Jane. His fingers continued to play with her pussy, feeling her getting more and more wet with each touch that he gave her. The redhead was getting more desperate, which was evident with how she had grabbed his wrist to get him moving at a pace that scratched that itch she had. Peter couldn’t help but love whenever she was desperate enough to beg, whether it was verbally or through her actions. He loved making her this desperate, to crave him this much. She was craving him as much as he craved her.

“I love how wet you get for me,” he whispered hoarsely, leaning his lips against her ear where he tugged it. He ran his middle finger up and down her slick folds before he slipped the tip of his finger between them. A soft, needy cry fell from MJ’s mouth as she reached up and grasped Peter’s shoulders. Pushing his finger farther into her pussy, her body began pulsing around his thick digit, Peter thrusting it in and out deeply. Her inner walls gripped him and his cock throbbed with aching need, knowing just how good it would feel once he entered her. His finger continued working in and out of her as he brushed his thumb over her clit, causing her body to clench around his finger. He was working her until she couldn’t hand it anymore. And although they hadn’t been together like this for a while, Peter had learned MJ’s body well enough. He had committed it to memory after their first night together. There was still a lot more to learn, he was sure, but it wasn’t as if he’d get very many opportunities after this to figure them out. But for now, he was using what he already knew to make sure MJ was feeling absolutely amazing. He used what he knew to make sure that he was driving her closer and closer towards the edge without her diving all the way just yet. He wanted to be inside her when that happened. Not that he only planned to have that happened once. This was going to last until they were too spent to continue. Lifting his head and watching her, he slipped his finger out from between her legs and immediately grabbed himself. Peter stroked the head of his cock up and down the slit of her opening, feeling her core begin to pulse against him. The way her body reacted to him always turned him on. Leaning in to capture her lips in a heated kiss, Peter pulled his body up and gripped her hips as he drove himself into her. She spread herself wider for him, her hips coming up to meet his with Peter groaning at how amazing it felt having his cock deep inside her wet, hot core. They fit like they’d been carved for one another, making it easy as he pulled his hips back and forward, the pace increasing with the need of their passion. Their hips collided faster and harder as the two of them found a rhythm together without needing to speak a word. They just flowed with one another with ease.

She knew that this between the two of them weren’t going to go anywhere past today. He had just lost his girlfriend and Mary Jane was doing nothing more than comforting him. Though there was a part of her that felt guilty because she thought she was taking advantage of him. Here he was at his weakest moment and she was not only sleeping with him, but she was also telling him how much she loved him. Mary Jane was sure that all this was confusing for Peter and all he wanted was to be comforted. She couldn’t even being to imagine what it was like losing someone you loved. Though she had some experience losing a loved one when she decided to stay with Flash in fear of her reputation, it didn’t compare to how Peter lost Gwen. The two of them slipped into perfect harmony as if time was never a thing. How easy it was for Peter to know her body so intimately when they have only ever really slept together twice before this. This had to mean that they were meant to be together right? MJ couldn’t understand how someone so perfect for her couldn’t be made for her, yet here Peter was existing to be just that. He was like punishment for how she treated him in the past. Peter was always going to be just out of reach for her, but for now, he was hers and nothing could change that.

He continued to tease her, his fingers moving inside her pussy and playing with her as if she was an instrument Peter knew so well. Her eyes were shut so tight she was seeing stars as her body writhed underneath him. At this point, all Peter had to do was ask and she would do anything he wanted. “Peter,” she whimpered, looking at him pleadingly in hopes he would provide her with the relief she needed of having him inside her. Gasping and throwing her head back at the initial stretch of him inside her, her walls clenched tightly along his length. Mary Jane’s nails dug into his back as she spread her legs wider to take him in more. Mary Jane wanted as much of him as their bodies would allow because it felt so damn right being connected to him this way. Pulling him in for another kiss to muffle a moan, her hand moved to tangle with the hair on the back of his head to deepen the kiss. Her hips moved in time with his. Pulling away when she needed to breathe, Mary Jane looked at him with need as she pressed their foreheads together. “Peter,” she moaned again, her walls tightening around him as their hips moved in time. She could feel herself aching for more, wanting for him to give her that sweet release she knew only he could ever provide her. “Faster,” she begged, looking up at him. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, MJ wrapped her legs around him and used her weight to push him down so he was on his back. Due to the movement, Peter slipped out of her, causing Mary Jane to whimper at the sudden loss of Peter. Once she was straddling him, MJ looked down at him with a smile. Lifting her hips up and grabbing the base of his cock, she slowly stroked it before aligning him at her entrance. It wasn’t long until she grounded her hips against his, MJ moaning out Peter’s name as he stretched. “Fuck, you’re big,” she mumbled. Mary Jane wasted no time in moving her hips at a much faster pace trying to get the both of them to reach that peak.

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