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Our Marriage Bed

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 5k

Synopsis: Azriel is slowly going insane wanting you, having difficulty differentiating between dreams and wakefulness. One night his dream carries over and he tries to get it on with you.

Warnings: Slightly darker sexual themes. Unclear beginning/end of wakefulness. Light choking, rough sex. Azzy being mean.

a/n: dedicated to my darling @tadpolesonalgae. Can be read alone, but part 2 to Company of Phantoms

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Azriel couldn’t recall the last time in his five centuries he felt this much raw contentment. He was sitting in your room, waiting. Since that night you’d invited him to share your bed, a door had been opened. A friendship, he supposed, though friendship was a pathetic encapsulation for the trove of feelings he kept barely buried beneath the surface. The more nights he spent with you, the more the lines blurred between the boundaries of this arrangement. As did the boundaries of his sanity, but who was he to complain when he got to sleep in your arms night after night?

He basked in your space, illuminated by a warm glow. Your scent lingered in the sheets. Your books spilling secrets of your intellect on the shelves. Your music taste contained in the Symphonia on your dresser. Little pockets of you for Azriel to satiate himself with.

Azriel caught himself nodding off on the bed when the doorknob turned, and he straightened. Wordlessly, you walked right to him, a privilege he was yet to grow accustomed to. “Y/N,” he breathed as you sat right before him. You brought your hand to his chest, running it down his sternum, catching the skip in his heart. Azriel felt his last dregs of tiredness dissipate. Were you about to kiss him?

“Y/N—”

“Azriel,” you purred like a song.

He couldn’t breathe as your lips grazed his cheek, trailing to the corner of his mouth.

“Azriel.”

“Yes.”

“I have to tell you something.” Again, that dreamy drawl. He swallowed, waiting. But you only moved to trail your lips to his other cheek, shifting closer so your breasts pressed against his chest. Traced your mouth to his ear, letting your breath fan across his ear. There, you only whispered, Azriel.

Azriel.

“Azriel?”

Azriel snapped awake.

Fuck.

You stood next to him—next to the armchair, where he’d—

He looked around. Not in your bed. His cheeks heated. You hadn’t been—touching him, hadn’t tried to—

“Sorry for taking so long,” you spoke softly. Not in that echoey chant.

“That’s okay,” he said. Just a dream.

You only smiled sweetly at him. “Did you want to sleep here again, baby?”

Baby. God, you were killing him.

Azriel only nodded. You bit your lip apprehensively. How you managed to call him pet names and sleep next to him but still blush at the suggestion had him huffing a laugh. He reached out, gently clasping your forearms, tugging you down. You gasped, bracing your hands on his chest, landing into his lap. Azriel bit back his twin surprise at his brazenness, but when you leaned closer, he relaxed into the indulgence.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you wrapped yours around his shoulders. Azriel buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. “Missed you,” he mumbled.

“I missed you too, Azzy.”

Azriel knew he was growing too reliant on you—could feel his discipline crumbling more each day he got to have you while not quite having you.

You gently pulled your arms back over his shoulders to leverage yourself off his chest, and Azriel loosened his grip around your waist, happy to lazily hold you. He watched you expectantly. You cocked your head to the side, and Azriel copied you, making you laugh.

“Let’s go to bed,” you said. “You already fell asleep.”

Azriel shook his head. “I wasn’t.”

You rolled your eyes, hauling off his lap. “I saw you, Az.”

He stood, letting you pull him to bed. “I saw you,” he murmured. You’d touched his chest the same way then, too. In dream and wake.

You gave a confused laugh, shaking your head, pulling the sheets back with one hand while he held your other. The words marriage bed crossed his mind before he suppressed the thought.

Once you’d both settled in, Azriel reached for your hand beneath the sheets, feeling his drowsiness return. He focused on the sensation of your gentle strokes across his hand. “What was it that you wanted to tell me?”

“Hm?”

“You said you had to tell me something,” he muttered.

“No, baby, I don’t think I did.”

He wasn’t sure why you’d change your mind so quickly. He knew he was asking too much of you, but he could not bear to pull back. “Can I touch you?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

Azriel snaked his arm beneath your shoulders, hauling you to his chest. “This okay?”

“Yes, honey,” you breathed, eyes closed. “Take whatever you want.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Mhm.”

“Now I can’t sleep without you,” he whispered, stroking down your arms.

You only huffed a sleepy laugh.

“Look what you’ve done to me.”

“Sorry, Azzy,” you mumbled. He could feel your soft smile against his collarbones.

Azriel savoured your warmth, pressing you even tighter against him. It was never enough. He always wanted more of you.

You twitched in your sleep, prompting him to soothe down your arms. But instead of settling down, you suddenly pushed your body more firmly against his. Azriel’s mind quieted fully when you extended a leg across his hips. He itched to trace the soft skin of your thighs. But it felt—it was too much, wasn’t it?

You’d told him to take what he wanted—invited him to share your bed each night, but surely, he shouldn’t—

You sighed in your sleep, a pretty sound. But you were suddenly moving again. Tracing a hand up and down his chest. Up to his throat, dragging your fingernails gently down the column, bringing Azriel fully into alertness again.

The leg thrown across his middle stretched further forward as you slowly dragged yourself atop him. He braced his hands on your hips as you seated yourself on his lap Were you—was this—

“Y/N?” he whispered.

“Azriel,” you sighed.

“Yes?” he breathed. He’d take anything you gave. He’d been right about earlier—you’d wanted him.

“I have to tell you something,” you whispered.

Your knees bracketed either side of his waist, pressing your hips more firmly to his own. Balancing your hands on his lower abdomen, Azriel’s breath hitched.

You ground down against him. Once, then stilled. It was enough for Azriel to feel blood coursing where your bodies met. Then, again. A delicate drag of your core against him. He couldn’t help the glide of his hands from your hips to your thighs, where the fabric of your nightgown had exposed them for his pleasure.

He clasped the underside of your thighs, revelled in the movement as you dragged yourself a third time against his growing hardness. Azriel groaned.

You were straddling him perfectly. You fit perfectly. He remained still, watching to see what you’d do next—prayed there’d be a next.

Lust clouded his brain, making it hard to lay still beneath you as you stared down at him. He wanted nothing more than to grind you against him again, to bury himself inside you.

You only stroked your hands up his torso as you bent over him languidly, arching onto his torso to pepper kisses along his jaw. Your breasts pressed firmly against him. When you moved your hips against his again, kissing his neck, he turned to whisper in your ear. “You’ll give me what I want?”

“Yes, Azriel.”

He let himself grind up against you. “Anything I want?”

“Anything,” you breathed. He could hear the smile on your lips. When you made him groan again, you giggled, a wicked sound. You kissed your way to his mouth, but before reaching his lips, you lifted off his chest, returning to your previous straddle. You smiled down at the panting mess you’d made of him. “I wanted to tell you something,” you murmured airily.

Right.

“Tell me, pretty girl,” he rasped, stroking up and down your thighs.

You leaned back down, and against his lips, you whispered. “Azriel.”

“Yes.”

“Azriel.”

“Yes.”

“I want you to make me your bride.”

Azriel wholly stilled.

You only grazed your lips against his. “Make me your bride.”

He couldn’t breathe.

“Azriel.”

Azriel.

“Azriel?”

He blinked.

You’d moved off his lap, still hovering over him, a hand on his chest. The air was suddenly colder, seemingly darker than a moment ago.

How did you get off him so fast?

Too far away.

He was still panting, but you were taking him in with a calmer reception. Azriel sat up to meet you where you were, hands immediately going to your waist, tugging you firmly to his chest. You gasped, bracing your hands against his shoulders.

He kissed the smooth warmth of your neck, felt your pulse quicken beneath his lips.

“Azriel,” you breathed. He only grunted in response. You wanted him, and that was all he wanted. He thoroughly enjoyed the high-pitched tone he put in your voice. “Azzy.”

“Yes.” He kept kissing your neck, making his way to your shoulders, your collarbones.

“Did—did you have another nightmare?”

“No, baby, I didn’t,” he spoke against your skin. Even softer than it was a moment ago. Warmer, somehow. He continued his path, memorizing the hitch in your breath.

“Azzy,” you spoke again, stroking gently down his arms. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you what you asked for.”

You said nothing but didn’t stop your gentle caress down his arms.

“You said I can take what I want,” he ground out.

“Yes, honey, but—”

“I want to give you what you asked for,” he said.

“And what’s that?”

Azriel lifted onto his knees, caging your body. He turned you, guiding you to lay beneath him. You looked so beautiful, hair fanned out on the pillow, staring up at him. “To make you my bride,” he said, voice guttural. He braced his hands on either side of your head, and you widened your legs for him to cushion himself against you.

Again, you said nothing, so he leaned forward.

You quickly rested your hands tenderly against his face, stroking his cheekbones. But when he leaned down to kiss you, you turned your head to the side. He kissed your cheeks, trailing closer to your mouth. “You want to be my bride, pretty girl?”

When he raised his head to look at you, your eyes had fallen shut, brows pinching. Your lips parted as you breathed harder. You were being oddly quiet.

Azriel waited a beat. “Say you want me.”

Your eyes shot open, meeting his gaze again.

“You want to be my bride,” he breathed.

You slowly retracted your hands from his face. He watched your throat work a delicate swallow, your eyes searching his as he waited. “Is that—what I wanted to tell you?” you spoke gently. Not that wicked reverberation.

Azriel stilled.

Oh.

There was—no, there was no way. It’d been so clear.

He’d felt you. Felt how much you wanted him.

God, he was going crazy.

“…yes,” he whispered. It was what you wanted, what he wanted, you’d said it so clearly, he’d been awake, he was sure—

“Azzy,” you spoke again with that devastating gentleness.

“Y/N,” he rasped. He didn’t like the desperate edge in his voice.

“Baby,” you said, that enduring softness both soothing and hurting. He let himself stay where he was, resting on your frame, basking in your softness, knowing it would soon end. You searched his eyes, the restless pleading in them broke your heart.

He closed his eyes, bracing himself. Shit. He’d put his hands on your body, lay between your parted legs. Tried to kiss you.

Asked you to be his bride.

“I’m sorry.” He began moving off you, even as you rose with him. “I didn’t—I just thought—”

“Azzy, it’s okay,” you soothed. He sat on the edge of the bed, and you followed as he exhaled deeply. “Your dreams—it’s not your fault. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

Azriel shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t tell what’s real anymore.”

You cooed, wrapping your arms around his bicep. “It’s okay, honey. We’ll figure it out. I think you just need to rest.” You tugged, trying to pull him back to the pillows.

Azriel met your gaze again. “You still want me here?”

You frowned. “Of course I do.”

He searched your eyes for hesitation. Surely, he should leave, should keep himself from you. But you looked so lovely, beckoning him to sleep. No echoes, no siren mirth. Just honest eyes.

If he were better, if he were saner, he’d get up and leave. Would never risk your comfort—your body—in the state he was in. He was shocked at his inclination to stay.

He rose, let you pull the sheets back for him, and lay beside you. He knew shame would meet him in the daylight. He didn’t even want to think about what he’d revealed to you. He closed his eyes, and when you curled your body against his arm, he let himself savour it with every selfish drop of blood in him.

Perhaps this would be the last night he got this gift. He was perfectly content with not sleeping, lest he miss the feeling of sharing your bed this final time. Lest he fall back into his mania.

Azriel decided he’d choose in the morning whether this could carry on. For now, he’d lay next to you. Restless and haunted.

Baiting love and baiting sanity.

“Azzy, c’mere,” you murmured. You stood with your back to him in an open field, staring at something on the ground. Azriel approached you, took your extended hand to stand beside you.

Before the both of you lay a large square plot in the earth.

A grave.

Azriel turned to face you. Your eyes were cloudy, but you smiled up at him. “Our marriage bed.”

Azriel shot awake.

He’d let his feelings turn into something decaying and poisonous. Still, he didn’t know if he could muster the strength to walk away from you.

He turned in the dimness of the morning to see you and halted.

You were gone.

Dread pooled in his stomach, ice tightened his shoulders.

You’d left.

He shouldn’t be surprised, yet he remained frozen, aching. He let his head fall into his hands.

He’d scared you away. Surely.

He’d…he’d make sure you were okay, and then… that would be it. He’d withdraw.

Azriel got ready haphazardly, scrubbing his face in the sink, throwing on yesterday’s clothing. He raced downstairs, running immediately into Cassian, making him stumble.

“Mother’s tits, Az. What’s the matter?”

“Y/N. Have you seen her?”

Cassian was immediately alert. “Why? Is she alright?”

“She’s fine,” Rhys cut in, emerging from the kitchen.

“Where is she?” Azriel demanded, taking a step towards the High Lord.

Rhys surveyed him, and Azriel didn’t like the placating look on his face. “She went to run an errand. Nothing to worry about.”

“What errand, Rhys?”

Rhys stepped closer and placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. Had you told Rhys what’d happened the night before? “Az, maybe you should… ease up.”

“Ease up?”

“Yeah. Take a breath. She’s okay. I’d never let anything happen to her.”

“You keep hogging her all to yourself, Az,” Cassian joked. “We had to send her away.”

Azriel ignored Cassian’s attempt at lightening the mood. “Why’s she away, Rhys?”

“She needed to do something.”

“And she… asked you for help?” That shouldn’t have stung as much as it did.

“I just happened to be awake,” Rhys said gently.

Azriel was stunned silent for a beat as his brothers took him in.

“C’mon Az. Let’s go work off the stress in the ring. It’s been a while,” Cassian offered. Azriel still held Rhys’s assessing gaze. Like he could see straight into Azriel’s weary soul. He broke his gaze to meet Cassian’s. His brothers must think he was truly losing it.

“Okay, Cass.”

Rhys nodded in approval, satisfied. “She’ll be back soon.”

“Azriel,” you called.

You shifted, bracing yourself on his frame where he lay, somewhere cold and final. Azriel immediately supported you as you put more of your weight on him. He didn’t dare move as you leaned down to kiss his cheeks.

It was dark—you must’ve come to bed. He gently grasped your forearms where they were braced on his chest, lest you slip away again. “Where’ve you been?”

“I left.”

“Why?” his voice faltered.

“You didn’t make me yours,” you murmured.

“But I want to,” he tried rising, but you pushed him back down into the cold beneath.

You met his hazy gaze. “If this is how it’ll be, you’ll only find me in our marriage bed.”

His heart dropped to his stomach. No.

“Yes.

In the companion plot you’d dug to rot in the ground together. “It’s not safe there.”

“Here,” you corrected, kissing his eyelids. Though your eyes were unkind, you only peppered kisses along his jaw. “You don’t listen, Azriel.”

He focused on receiving your affection, ignoring the sharp discomfort inching up his spine. Stone digging into his flesh.

“Azriel. Are you listening?” As you shifted, dirt collected on his legs.

“I am,” he closed his eyes, smelling the musk of the earth.

“Azriel.”

“Yes.”

Azriel.

“Azriel,” you spoke. Gently this time.

Kindly.

He opened his eyes.

You leaned over him not in a tomb but in his bed. It was indeed dark, but there was no finality to be found here. Not when he met your gaze, filled with concern and gentleness. No punishing scowls nor reprimand. No asphyxiation imposed on his ribcage.

“Y/N,” he rose immediately. He’d spent the day searching for you. After sparring, he’d taken off, searched the River House. The city. Asked around for you to no avail.

He’d returned to the House of Wind as the sun set, defeated. He didn’t think sleep would find him in your absence. “I’m sorry,” he began. “I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just—my dreams, they’ve been—” disturbing. Uncanny— “they—I don’t know when they start, or if I’m awake—”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off with the softness in your tone he ached for. You placed a soothing hand on his arm. “After—um, last night, I asked Rhys if I could talk to Madja.”

Oh.

“I know you spent a while having sleepless nights,” you continued. “I thought—maybe the unsettling dreams you’ve been having are a result. So I had Madja make a tonic to help.” You held up a vial full of sloshing liquid.

“A sleeping aid?”

“Not exactly,” you shook your head. “This is to give you dreamless sleep. So you can have an easier time differentiating.”

Azriel was speechless. “Thank you,” he managed.

You nodded, offering a soft smile.

Which meant— “You’re not angry with me?” he asked.

A frown pulled your brows together. “No, love, I’m not angry. I came back to the Town House after Madja finished, but you were gone.”

Oh.

“I—I didn’t know if you—I was looking for you,” he said.

“So was I,” you murmured. “When you didn’t come back to the Town House all day, I asked Mor to winnow me here.” The silence was heavy as you both sat with the clarity. There was much to address. You averted your gaze, crossing your arms.

“What is it?” Azriel asked softly.

You found his eyes with an openness that had him holding his breath. “Last night, you mentioned—you wanted me to, um—”

“It won’t happen again,” he cut in.

You shook your head. “It’s not that, I—Azriel,” you paused, voice softening even further. “You dream of marrying me?”

Azriel was rendered speechless again, but he could do nothing but nod truthfully.

You blushed but uncrossed your arms, peering shyly. “Well. I can’t say I’m entirely opposed to the notion.”

Azriel couldn’t help his smile. His relief. “Yeah?” he spoke softly, itching to reach for you.

You nodded. “I mean we should take it slow, but I’m glad—I’m glad you also—” you gestured back and forth between your bodies. “I—it’s good, Azriel,” you stammered.

He stared intently at you, searching your eyes for doubt. Finding none. He swallowed. “I can do slow.” He’d crawl on shattered glass should you ask, let alone take slow ungratefully.

Your smile deepened, and if it was possible, so did Azriel’s affection for you. You shifted closer to him, reaching for his hand, winding your fingers together. “It’s late, Azzy.”

He narrowed his eyes playfully, happy to let you take the lead.

“Wanna give that tonic a try?” you smiled sweetly.

Azriel chuckled. “Is that taking it slow?”

You laughed. “If you got other things in mind, I won’t object.”

He opened his arms to you, and you smiled, shifting forward, sitting before him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him sweetly. Azriel sank back into the headboard, urging you further forward. You broke away to crawl into his lap. Azriel pulled you firmly against him by your thighs, enjoying your gasp against his mouth.

Azriel tried not to let his urgency show, but it was difficult to hold back when you pressed your body so deliciously against him. He’d dreamt of your warmth against him so frequently that this felt familiar rather than uncharted. It felt correct.

So when his hardness pressed against you, he only broke off from your mouth to see what you wanted next with no apologies tumbling from his lips.

You gazed at him, wide-eyed and wanting, but didn’t remove yourself. He forced his hands to settle on your legs despite the need to pull you onto him. You bit your lip apprehensively; with your grip on his shoulders, you dragged your core against his. Azriel’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head, his head falling back against the headboard in relief.

You seized the opportunity, bending forward to kiss his jaw. He gripped your hips, guiding your movement against him, relishing the gasp you let out in your shared pleasure.

He began pulling at the laces of your gown, helping you out of it. You paused only to bare yourself, and he followed suit, tugging off his shirt.

He wanted to taste you, to mark you, to sink inside you and have his way with you. When you returned to his lap in only your skin, he didn’t know where to begin.

Azriel traced down your front, kneading your breasts, drawing more of your pretty moans, making him dizzy with need. He’d take his time another time, he decided, needing to be inside you. Needing you to be ready for that. His hands wandered down the softness of your torso, and you leaned back in his lap to watch as one of his hands braced itself on your thigh, holding it further open, the other touching you where you needed it.

You shuddered, thighs instinctively shifting to close, but he resisted. He stroked up and down your folds, spreading your slick. When he continued his teasing, you impatiently grasped his wrist, setting him where you wanted. He thumbed at your clit, massaging circles into it, causing your back to arch.

His touch was gentle but skilled, pulling an orgasm from you before you could truly sit with the pleasure. Your legs shook, chest heaving, but before you could worry about the haste of it, Azriel was unbuckling his pants, freeing himself.

Through the haze of your pleasure, your jaw fell slack at the size of him. You met his gaze, nervous suddenly. He only gauged you. “You can do it,” he rasped.

You swallowed, nodding. He seemed inclined to sit back and watch you take him, making no move to rise. Perhaps this was his way of making it less intimidating, you thought.

Azriel’s intentions were in fact less benevolent. With you finally at his mercy, falling apart in his lap and baring yourself to him after all his wanting and waiting, he was suddenly overcome with the need to feel the labour of this coupling. Not in the carnal sense—beyond the pleasure, he needed this to be stamped into your body.

He loved you, but right now he wanted you to work for your pleasure like you’d made him work for his devotion, his sanity. His patience and worry. That you asked Rhys for help this morning instead of him. That you made him lose his grip on his control so viscerally.

So he said, “Take what you want.”

You rose on shaky legs, hands braced sweetly on his shoulders as you guided yourself closer to him, legs spread on either side of his hips. You reached down, lining him up and began sinking.

At the immediate pinch between your brows, Azriel knew it hurt you, that the stretch was difficult. Yet you were trying to take it for him. You were so tight around him, so snug it had him heaving. “Good girl,” he muttered and felt you sink a little easier at that. You whimpered.

When you were halfway down on him, you paused, panting softly, meeting his gaze. The innocent pleading in them had Azriel nearly breaking his resolve. He thumbed at your clit again, moving his grip from your thighs to your hips to ease you down. When you finally sank all the way, you were shaking enough for Azriel to let up, to lean forward and kiss you. He was struggling to remain still in the wake of your vice grip, to keep himself from fucking you, but he knew you needed the reprieve.

He kissed you for as long as you needed, continued to massage pleasure back into you as you adjusted in his lap. When you finally relaxed against him, he sat back against the headboard to watch you move. With your hands still on his shoulders, you began hauling yourself up and down onto him, wincing each time he bottomed out. You felt so good around him that he could barely breathe.

You still struggled to ride him. The sheer size of him making it difficult to rise fully, and your legs were close to giving out. “Azzy,” you whimpered, pouting at him terribly.

Oh.

His sweet, lovely girl. “Aww,” he couldn’t help but coo. He frowned in disbelief at his own cruelty, making you take him all on your own like that. “I’m sorry, angel.” He gripped your thighs around your ass, taking over. You gasped as he began guiding your body up and down his length with an ease that stole your breath again. He hauled you up and let you sink down at a relaxed pace, seeing how closely you teetered on the edge of pain and pleasure. “So good for me, right baby?”

“Mhm,” your eyes were falling shut, the pleasure drawing your brows together in a concentrated pinch as you let him fuck you onto him. You relaxed further into his hold, winding your hips forward and back, and he began moving faster.

One of his hands shifted to your throat, gripping it gently but firmly, making your eyes flash to his. “Say you’re mine,” he spoke lowly.

Your hand wrapped around his wrist lovingly. “I’m yours, Azzy.” He could tell you were close again from the breathy pitch.

“My bride,” he corrected.

You gasped, shifting forward as he hit a spot deep inside that had your rhythm stuttering. “Your bride,” you panted.

“That’s fucking right,” he said, shifting forward so you fell back into the bed. With your legs open, he returned his grip to your throat and plunged inside you again, making you moan. He fucked you more firmly despite the slide of your tight entrance making it nearly difficult. You gripped his wrist with both your hands now, and when your nails dug into his skin, he knew you’d fall apart.

You gasped, mouth agape and soundless as you shuddered through your climax, clamping your legs around his tightly until they fell open again as the pleasure coiled and released. He pulled out to give you a moment to catch your breath, knowing he was being rough.

Though every bone in his body ached to cover you like a shadow, to press his skin on yours and only let up when you needed to breathe, to kiss you and show you he loved you, he rose to witness the sight of you.

Bare and spread for him.

If not for the threat of potentially scaring you off, he’d have tied your wrists to each bedpost and kept you here. All his for all time. To claim and fuck as he pleased.

You were breathing hard, shifting restlessly on the bed, waiting for him to bury himself in you. It seemed you and Azriel kept returning to the act of burial, whether earthly or bodily.

“Azriel,” you breathed, grounding him. He grasped your knees where they lay on either side of him and gently plied them further apart, bending them up to allow him to look at your swollen sex. You blushed when you realized what he was doing, turning to bury your head in the pillow, but Azriel couldn’t tear his eyes away, admiring the gleam. What he did to your body. Your slick was spilling out of you. He ran his fingers through it. You flinched, still sensitive from release, but he didn’t let up, pushing his fingers into you—just needing to feel you. Your thighs shook as he did.

Azriel was harder than marble and needed to be inside you again.

He lined himself up, and before you had the chance to truly catch your breath, he was plunging again. You gasped, hands finding his chest. Azriel pushed inside, relishing the tight fit. He leaned over you, snaking his arms beneath your back. He rested his weight on his forearms where they pressed between your body and the mattress. His hands found their place on your shoulders, gripping them tightly from beneath. The position allowed him to use your frame to haul you onto his length as he pleased.

He fucked you harder than before, and there was nothing you could do but take it, mouth gaping and brows pinching at the overwhelming control he held. At the ecstasy he thrust into your body that made your head spin. At the utter power contained in his body, the ease with which he moved over you and inside you. You were encompassed by the mass of him, all corded muscles pressing into your torso and thick arms beneath you. You gripped his neck, scratching his skin, listening to the sharp slap of his hips against yours.

He was in your womb, so deep that there was a bite of pain with each thrust, but it was him and you wanted every part of him. The pleasure was so overwhelming that you stopped breathing, body tense as you tried to acclimate to it once again. Azriel rested his forehead on yours, lips brushing against yours. Not kissing you, just breathing against your mouth. You let out a choked whimper. “That’s it,” he growled. “Good girl. You can take it.” You heaved air into your lungs again, surrendering to the hold he had on you, physically and whatever tugged you to him beyond. Surrendered to the pleasure, no longer resisting it even as it stunned every nerve ending.

You relaxed, rode the waves, drowned in them. “Good fucking girl,” he breathed again, feeling the shift to pliability in your body. On a baser level, he understood that you were yielding to him. You were safe with him, and you were his. The urgency in his thrusts calmed, but he shifted his hold, and wrapped his arms around your waist, slotting himself against you. He buried his face in your neck, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

Still soft in his arms, still taking him.

He felt his release cresting but didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want this to end. Your thighs were shaking around his waist. “I’m coming inside you,” he breathed into your hair, making you whimper again.

“Please, please,” you panted. He knew you were nearing your release as well, knew you likely couldn’t take more given how thorough he’d been with you. Azriel reverted to hurried movements, memorizing how he dragged against your walls. How warm and tight you were, still clamping down on him like iron, impossibly tighter as he dragged you closer. Your breathing halted again as release tore through you. You cried out, writhing against him.

The pulsating suction of your climax massaged him inside you, making him shudder. He plunged himself into you, putting all his weight into it, fucking you so deep into the mattress as your tightness crested his pleasure.

He finally stopped moving, releasing his seed deep inside you. It was the longest and hardest he’d ever come, leaving him shaking above you, panting.

You soothed shaky hands down his back, and Azriel finally eased his weight off you. Remaining buried inside you, he shifted his arms to bracket your frame, raising to look at you.

Beneath him, your eyes were droopy but bright as you watched him back. That he found sincere trust in them, that there was softness after all he’d done to you only made his chest ache. You truly did give yourself to him. “I—I don’t want to pull out,” he admitted lowly, voice hoarse.

You stroked his cheeks, hands still unsteady. “Then don’t,” you whispered. Azriel snuck an arm beneath your waist again, this time guiding you to lay on top of him as he turned to rest on his back, careful to keep himself tucked inside you. You gasped, sensitive and overstimulated, but took it patiently as he settled himself into the bed, settlling yourself against his chest. He stroked down your form against him, soothed the tremors in your arms and legs.

Whatever part of him existed before that could bear to be without you was dead. Perhaps this is the burial he’d been haunted by night after night. His immortality rebirthed with his consummated bride. He pulled the sheets over your bodies, kissing the crown of your head.

He’d learn to be with you less intensely, to want you more sanely. But not tonight—tonight, he was finally going to rest in peace, buried with you, buried inside you.

His bride in your marriage bed.

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Hi!!

I just wanted to ask some advice from one butch to another.

I recently got my dream job of being a warden on a nature reserve (and i love it!), while interacting with people there I get called a young man very often (i am 18 lol) and it gives me euphoria to know im masculine enough to even pass as a man. I've also had some volunteers ask if I was a man or not (despite my feminine name).

But recently I got called a "lady" outside while out with my mother. It drove me INSANE I cried alot.

Don't get me wrong I do identify as a woman but I hate being seen as a lady.

I've even thought about using he/him pronouns recently and changing my name but i'm too scared to as most people won't understand bc im still a lesbian.

Is this strange?

ps love u and ur blog lots xx

This is an easy answer because I was 18 once and looked enough like a teenage boy that I got "hey sport" and "hey young man" all the time, especially when in my work clothes. I worked for The Mayor's Youth Corp in Iowa City in the summers of my 15th and 16th year. Mom and Dad let me get a work permit AND bought me a used Datsun Pickup so I could drive myself the 20 miles there and back each day.

I was a volunteer with the Corp of Engineers youth from 14 to 16 and Dad knew I was super excited about this job. Mom was not thrilled that I wanted to cut my hair but my "grand mullet" was really hot under the hard hat in the summer heat of Iowa. (in the 1980's boys and girls had the short in front long and permed in back look) We compromised and I cut the sides really short. (photo of my me at 16 in my uniform for reference)

Using "he" would never have occurred to me because "EWWW Boys". This is not to say, however, that I hated being mistaken for a boy, on the contrary, it felt good. When someone thought I was a young man it meant they treated me as such. They didn't talk down to me, I knew they assumed I was capable and willing to get dirty. I knew unconsiously that along with the mistaken identity came many perks. This was nothing I analyzed but little girls see very early on the difference in treatment they recieve from their brothers, male cousins and neighborhood boys. This difference leads us to become negotiators to control our circumstances and not entittled to treatment based on our skills and actual personalies.

When an adult recognized me as a boy, even for a second at first glance, I knew I didn't have to prove myself. They, for an instant, assigned to me words like "strong, capable, demanding etc". No negotations required.

When someone realized I was a girl they literally had a change in their face. They smiled at me, softened their voice. When I was called "young lady" or "Miss" it always seemed to be backed my the worst assumptions (in my mind anyway). Lady is steeped in all kinds of traits I didnt want assigned to me. "quiet, weak, likes to dress pretty"OR "motherly, submissive, meek" Nothing good in my teen brain, that is for sure. Lady felt so OLD, so married to a man and reliant on him for survival, so polyster pants and ugly flats and scratchy blouses with a flower imprint. NONE of these things are inherent to being a woman or even socially forced on us but that is not how things work sometimes. Words that describe people get stereotypes and myths and traits attached to them all the time. Woman and girl are no different.

I can tell you, the best feeling in the world when I was in that job was when my supervisor, who damn well knew I was a young woman, trusted me with all the same tasks as the boys. Who valued my opinions and abilities equally to the young men. He took time to teach me what I didn't know, just like with them and didn't assume I couldn't or didn't want to learn things on the job. He didn't shame ANYONE for not being strong enough or for getting tired or needing a break.

Don't let the assumptions of others force you into another box of conformity. You don't need a boys name or to use any pronouns you don't feel connected to just to please others. In fact, none of that effort will change perceptions of those around you. I can promise that one day being called Lady will just be another word that you can hear and know it does not change your personality or your interests or control the hope you have for your future. What does waste a lot of time and energy is trying to adjust things in your life to fit incorrect or snap assumptions about you as a person. You can never control the thoughts of those around you but what you can do is stop worrying about it and enjoy YOU.

You have a job you love and are sure to thrive in. You are solid in your sexuality and love of women, you are in a unique position to possibly change the perceptions of others when they think of "young women". Your interactions with the public are sure to effect the assumpions of at least some people when they think of young women and their roles in our society.

Congratulations on your new career and I bet you rock that uniform.

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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Unspoken Rules

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst with spice and a tiny bit of comfort

Words: 3.4k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, top!Wanda, bottom!reader, praise, strap-on use (W), kinda beefy Wanda (not sure).

Summary: Wanda had been paying you late night visits for a couple months now, and despite there being no verbal agreement, you knew feelings had no place in the relationship. Despite that, feelings had begun to surface within you and you tried to suppress them until one night you can’t help but blurt out the truth.

A/n: okay so timeline wise i would say this is set between age of Ultron and Civil War however you can play around with it as you wish! For future fics I’ll try to tinker them so it works well with timelines but for my first Wanda fic I hope this will do! Also please let me know if there are errors haven’t really proofread it well <3

Unbeknownst to the team you and Wanda had been seeing each other for close to six months, though ‘seeing’ wasn’t the best way of putting it. What started as a one-night stand had now become a full-fledged, sex crazed, lustful, non-committal relationship. The key words being non-committal.

Though you knew you wanted more than just quick fucks and sneaking around, it seemed fairly clear the same could not be said for Wanda. After losing so many people, letting anyone into her heart was an absolute and definite no. So, you settled. It wasn’t your proudest moment, but the way she made you feel during those nights she’d quietly enter your room was unlike anything you’d ever known. She knew your body in a way no one else had come to know it, pinpointing each pleasure point and utilizing them till you were utterly spent almost every time.

Though you could never tell her, you relished the comfortability that exuded from every interaction the two of you shared. The only kicker being it was fleeting, and you’d be forced time after time to watch as she snuck back out of your room without so much as a word, or you’d wake up to an empty bed. None of that mattered, the unspoken rules were simple, feelings had no place in what the two of you were doing.

Judging by the lack of sleep you were enduring due to Wanda’s absence; it would seem you did indeed care a lot more than you wanted and the unspoken rule was now tarnished and swept to one side. The truth was she had become your weakness, one too many times your thoughts had been clouded on missions when Wanda was in a compromising position. Yes, it was stupid to doubt her abilities, but your heart would stop whenever she went quiet over comms, driving you insane. The anguish you felt when she’d come back injured was incomparable, it tore at your heartstrings not to be able to run over and tend to her wounds.

Whether the same was applicable to Wanda remained unknown.

It was early in the morning, the sun cascaded in through the curtains of your room, another reminder you hadn’t slept all night. Soft faint chirps could be heard from out the window and though, to some, they were comforting, they only added to the clutter headache that was forming and vibrating along your temples. It had been almost a week since Wanda had last visited you in the dead of night, and you were coming to realise just how reliant you’d become on her to lull you to sleep.

It had been around the three-month marker she’d begun staying with you after your endeavors, by morning the hands that held you tight would be gone, and with them, her. You told yourself it was more than before, and that had to be enough, that this wasn’t a relationship, you didn’t do the things couples did, so on the first night she stayed with you, you kicked yourself for assuming the outcome would be anything other than what it was.

Sleep didn’t seem like it was on the table, the bedsheets clung to your chest, and though they provided warmth it was nothing compared to that of another body. All you wanted to do was go to Wanda, but you knew better. The previous few nights you’d longed to hear the creaking sound of your door, light footsteps making their way to your bed and soft fingers exploring every inch of your body. It was never the other way, she was in control, another unspoken rule.

Wanda chose where, she chose when, and no matter how hard you wanted or tried to say no, the primal need for her would always win over. The reality was you’d never stop letting it win, giving yourself over to her in any way she wanted time and time again. There it was again, that unyielding yearning for her, it controlled everything you did, overshadowing all rational and logical thoughts.

You were lost so in your own thoughts that you’d failed to hear the light footsteps that padded towards you on the bed.

“Hey.” She whispered.

Raising your head and sitting up, your gaze landed on sage green orbs peering down at you. They seemed empty and hollow, the dark rings that tinted her under eyes indicated you weren’t the only one battling sleep.

“Hey.” You replied with a soft, timid smile lining your lips.

She bent over and connected your lips for mere seconds, you’d barely had time to kiss back before Wanda’s lips trailed down your jawline and came to your neck. Lightly she began sucking on the skin, immediately your body responded, letting her push you backwards until your head once again made contact with soft pillows.

Some nights were slow and passionate, others were fast, and hunger filled, this however, was different. The kisses were filled with sorrow, and sadness, it was as though they were almost painful. Unspoken words were being translated into feather light pecks, deciphering them became harder and harder with each passing moment. Butterflies flittered around low in your stomach, your hands became clammy, demanding to roam free and feel Wanda’s bare skin.

She took her time peppering light kisses all over your neck before slowly pulling down the bedsheets and sliding a hand under your shirt, though her hand never strayed higher than your waist.

Giving into desire, you brought your hands up and slowly ran your fingers through auburn hair, your fingertips lightly grazing over her scalp. The hand on your waist still hadn’t moved, even when she hoisted herself on top of you.

She dragged her lips back to yours, her tongue dangerously edged out and slipped through the part in your lips, which you readily allowed and accommodated for. Her tongue met yours and the two muscles swirled around each other engaging in a reunion dance that sent embers of heat down to your core.

This was all so different, and you couldn’t understand why. You knew she used you for your body and in some ways, you did the same, but from the moment she placed her lips on yours something told you this encounter was leading to a kind of intimacy the two of you had yet to share.

Trying to refocus, you poured all your attention to the hand that was finally moving from your waist. Fingertips lightly grazed over your left nipple, tracing slow circles around the shaded area of your areola, under her soft touch you melted like an ice cube on a summer's day. As the kiss continued the air surrounding you both began to fill with a sense of urgency you weren’t used to. Her tongue moved feverishly in your mouth, she started pulling you up until you were both sat upright, and she could easily remove your baggy t-shirt before pushing back down on the bed.

Lips began contrasting the skin over your collarbone with shades of light purple as Wanda began sucking a particular spot, she knew had an effect on you all too well, then delicately nursing the area with light kisses that had your stomach in knots. There was no more denying it, this was different, it was caring, each light kiss held meaning, held some semblance of love. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d lose the willpower the moment things got any more heated than they already were, and you needed answers.

Unspoken rules be damned, something was transpiring within this morning visit and you had to know what it was.

“Wait.” You breathed out, resting your hands on her shoulders and applying light pressure to push her away.

The moment her lips left your skin you felt the absence of them crashing down on you, the intimate bubble surrounding the two of you burst when she stared down at you, her eyes held so much confusion but were littered with a vast array of underlying emotions you were helplessly trying to pinpoint.

The silence was deafening, shallow breaths filled the four walls of your room but no words came from either of you. Instead, Wanda stared down at you studying your face, evidently trying to figure out what was going on, a small pout formed on her lips whilst her brow contrastingly furrowed. But her eyes, they were blazing down on you, silently demanding answers.

“Wanda, what’s going on?” You asked, you hadn’t meant to, really you hadn’t, but every syllable was laced with concern.

Her eyes flickered for a second, sadness washed over her face and all her features dropped. Her emotions betrayed her only for a split second before her mask resurfaced and fell into place. She rolled off you and stood by the side of the bed. Her change in demeanor had caught you off guard, the weight of her walking away only dawning on you as she’d almost reached the door.

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring your blurred vision you wedged yourself between Wanda and the door preventing her from leaving.

“Please.”

It was there and then you realised just how small and meek you were, practically begging her to stay, bare chested and in only your underwear, tears threatened to fall as your reflection of submission mocked you in the mirror. You didn’t want it this way, you didn’t want to give in this easily, you didn’t want to need her. You’d tried to fight it over the last few sleepless nights but with the reminder of what it felt like to have her lips on yours it was too painful having it ripped away. Your heart was telling you to give in whilst your mind begged you to reveal the truth.

“I have feelings Wanda.”

Emerald confliction stared you dead on and if it wasn’t already enough being physically exposed, you felt emotionally naked, your body was on fire, your face flushed, whilst her eyes continued to bore down on you.

“I know.”

Her body came crashing onto yours, forcing your back to collide with the door and making a loud thud. Wanda’s hands resting on the bare skin of your waist sent chills down your spine, her lips claimed yours, and you swear you could feel all the emotions seep from her and flow into the kiss. Tears that were formed from shame ran down your cheeks, now tears of relief. The kiss was slow and gentle, nothing like all the previous kisses the two of you had shared. It lasted a few minutes before Wanda pulled back and rested her head to yours.

“You knew?” You whispered, too scared to re-open the topic of discussion.

“I’ve known for a while, just give me time to work it all out, there’s so much I don’t know right now and what we have, I don't want it to stop.” she breathlessly said against your lips.

You laced your finger through thick auburn waves once more, holding her close, not wanting her lips to stray far from yours ever again.

“Okay.”

With that you pulled her back in for a searing kiss that was filled with all the hope you could barely keep contained. You knew it was too much to ask of Wanda to utter the same words you’d said to her, to outwardly admit she too may be harboring feelings, so settling for this seemed a good alternative. She merely needed time, and you would readily give her it.

Her tongued swept the length of your bottom lip and suddenly you were greeted with the feeling of her bare skin against your own, her nipples lightly brushed against your own and sent a pang of heat directly between your legs. The irony of needing time and Wanda making light work of it caused you to smirk into the kiss. Though, the smirk was quickly wiped off your face when you felt something hard press against the thin material of your panties, causing you to quietly whimper.

Wisps of red danced around you before fading into nothing, what was strapped to Wanda though, was most definitely not nothing. When you pulled back to stare at the full size of the strap your jaw dropped working out how exactly you were going remain quiet. Taking a few moments to gawk at the false cock you admired the wearer, letting your eyes wander all over her body, toned stomach, perky breast, lust filled eyes and finally settling on her soft puffy pink lips.

Wanda guided your hands so that they were wrapped around her neck and pulled you in for a tender sweet kiss, most likely as a feeble attempt to distract you. Her hands descended your body, one gripped your waist whilst the other settled on the back of your thigh, which she then swept up to curl around her hip. The strap prodded at your entrance causing you to realise your underwear had mysteriously vanished, but you were too overtaken by waves of desire pulsing through your body to care.

She pushed the tip into you, the size of it already stretching you out and causing your breath to hitch. She waited for a brief second until you gave her a small nod, then began sliding further in until half her cock disappeared into you, deliciously filling your throbbing canal with her girth. The strap steadily slithered all the way out to the tip then back in, each time going in deeper until the full eight inches were inside. Becoming aware that the team were just on the other side of the door Wanda parted her lips to swallow every small moan that was free falling from your mouth.

“Oh shit, you’re so big.” You mumbled into her mouth.

Once she knew you could take her full length, she tightened her grip on your waist, pushing you harder against the wall as she started pumping in and out at a slow and controlled pace; meanwhile her tongue invaded your mouth. The slow fuck was both erotic and torturous, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it that way, each thrust filled you with a sense of joy and sent fire coursing through your veins that was unlike anything you’d ever known, only she could do this to you, Wanda was the only one you’d let do this to you.

“You’re taking me so well baby.” She husked before shoving her tongue back into your mouth.

She had been thrusting into you for several long minutes, the pace still excruciatingly slow and left you all but sobbing. Tension began growing in your lower stomach, your body on fire; keeping her speed at a minimal she increased the power of her pumps, your insatiable appetite still wasn’t being fed. It had been minutes of torture and you wanted, no, needed your release.

“Harder.” You begged against her lips.

Almost on command and with no fight Wanda jerked her hips with more vigour, the harness practically smacking into your cunt, the strap hit that special spot deep inside you with each motion. If it wasn’t for her hand holding you firmly up and against the wall you would have collapsed from the sheer power building up within your core. Small whimpers left your mouth and went barrelling into Wanda’s. Your back rubbed against the wall and you weren’t sure how much more friction you could take before the pain overshadowed the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Unable to control your own body, your head fell back against the door and Wanda was quick to take full advantage of this. Her head slowly descended to your neck when she set about teething, licking, and kissing your pulse point. When her hand moved from your waist to cup your breast you lost all composure and a loud moan rippled through the room, without Wanda holding you as firmly, you began bouncing along to the rhythm she was setting, your back now on fire against the wall.

You moved a hand that was previously holstered around Wanda’s neck to nestle in her hair and pulled her away so she could stare directly into your eyes whilst she continued to fuck you.

“Fuck me on the bed.” you said looking directly into Wanda’s hunger crazed eyes, “please.”

Bringing her head back up so she was level with you once again, she removed her hand from your breast and moved it to the back of your other thigh, mirroring her previous actions she pulled your leg to wrap around her waist and held you firm. Somehow the strap burrowed impossibly deeper inside you causing you to let out a shaky breath and a small cry.

Each step towards the bed caused slight movement within you and you had to wedge your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from making any sounds. You landed softly on your back, hands came to your wrists and pinned you down as pistoning hips drove all eight inches hard and fast into you, working you into a frenzy. You moved as one with Wanda who was forcefully fucking into you, hips ground down in rhythm as the hard silicone moved flawlessly against your g-spot, offering new bats of euphoria to cascade over your whole being.

When you looked up into her eyes the intensity and fire held within them sent you barrelling over the edge. You struggled and thrashed against the hands holding you down, desperate to touch the bare skin of the woman who was taking you to new heights. Wanda’s hips were more frantic, the harness positioned against her clit perfectly so that every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure running through her body, she released your hands, and placed them either side of your head, to evenly hold her own weight. She buried her face into your glistening neck, sinking her teeth into salty flesh in an attempt to muffle her groans but ripping yet another whimper from you. Your hand buried itself in fiery locks and the other fell to Wanda’s ass, helping her in her jagged ministrations.

The tension in your lower abdomen was at an all-time high, and you felt your walls tighten around her false cock, feeling her completely and entirely filling you. You half groaned, half screamed when she kept up her fast pace, your whole body tensed and your back arched as you finally found your release.

Wanda kept sloppily pumping into you, chasing her own orgasm, leading your whole body to shake. Your head flew back, repeatedly hitting the mattress, you were helpless as Wanda was amping you up into a second orgasm. The team be damned there was no way you could be quiet, sounds of your wet sex were drowned out by cries of pleasure from both you and Wanda.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You sobbed, tears of pleasure stung in your eyes and your fingernails dug into her skin leaving behind five crescent marks.

“Cum with me.”

After a mere few seconds of rapid and hard jerks Wanda bit down harder on your neck containing a loud groan within her throat, you tried to do the same however you weren’t as successful, but none of that mattered, not when you both were enthralled in a pool of passion.

“Now.”

And you did as instructed, you relaxed and let your second orgasm take place, leaving you paralysed. You let your legs fall from Wanda’s waist and bounce down on the bed as you tried to control your breathing. Wanda slumped down next to you, both staring up at the ceiling, panting breathlessly from the events that had left you both speechless and utterly spent. Quiet and carefully, you inched closer to Wanda, testing the waters you placed your head to her moving chest and tried to relax.

You lay in bed dreading the thought of Wanda leaving, your head rested on her chest as she ran her fingers delicately through your hair, the act of affection was all too bittersweet knowing it was momentary. Despite the pit that had taken place in your stomach, the soft slow brushes of her fingertips along your scalp lulled you, your eyelids soon grew heavy, and sleep claimed you.

When you woke up a few hours later, sadness began to set in, as it usually did, however a voice nagged in your head reminding you that this time was different. And it would seem that small voice may have been right. The arm that remained looped around your waist and the sleeping body pressed against your back confirmed that.

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pop-punklouis · 2 years

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i’ll write a more in-depth post later but:

written all over your face: a mixture between grunge-rock and pop-punk. the guitars were absolutely insane. such a fast heat. you guys are not ready for this song in particular. she’s the main character of this era 1000% pop punk princess

face the music: think early 2000s pop punk. very similar to written all over your face, but much more condensed. the bridge was phenomenal. a chanting “WHOA WHOA WHOA” that is definitely a crowd moment. we were racing around each other during that part. reminiscent of reliant k, cartel, jimmy eat world.

Saturday: A sadder track. it’s one of the best ballads he’s ever written. his vocals were incredible. the bridge of saturdays has such a soaring quality to it, and it builds to his high vocal moment.

all this time: very tame impala 2015 very fuzzy synths. very driving down the highway at night. it’s just a steady alt-club hit.

the departure of sound from walls when it comes to FITF is insane like i know he said it was different, but it truly feels like FITF is it’s own animal. it feels entirely louis. it just exudes such a punkier edge both in sound and in feel. this is his record

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morethanwonderful · 1 year

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Also feeling insane about how Tom and Shiv both want to go back to the points in their relationship where each of them had power over the other.

Tom goes to Shiv on the stairs of her dead father's home and reminds her of when she was vulnerable and fell in love with and relied on him. He hearkens back to a time in their relationship where she was going through a hard time and he supported her, because that's what he wants again. Being the rock supporting Shiv through a storm gives him irreplaceable power there, even if he's nothing but good to her in the process.

Meanwhile, when they had the divorce talk in 4x1, one of the reasons that Shiv cut things off so quickly was that she wanted Tom to reach out and ask for her. If she said "it's over" and Tom tried to fight for her, then it would have been him begging her and her making the decision. It would have given her power over him again.

But I think Shiv recognizes Tom's ploy at the wake, and she pushes him away rather than fall on him, and Tom doesn't let himself beg when she tells him it's over. Tom wants to be her rock again and Shiv wants to be in control of someone subservient, but Tom's sick of subservience and Shiv refuses to be weak or reliant on him. So they're both just grasping at what the other one won't let them have.

#they loved each other but also Tom misses his anchor to the roy family and shiv misses her loyal little meat puppet #but those dynamics have collapsed and there cannot be a relationship without them #they're so madness inducing #I think the bit about 'Shiv stays cold because she wants Tom to fight for her' came originally from a Snook interview #definitely an interview with someone #but god it's so true it makes so much sense #succession spoilers #succession #tomshiv #failmarriage #tom wambsgans #shiv roy #tom wambsgans my beloved #siobhan roy #shiv roy my beloved #english major hours #successionposting #failmarriage tag

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In Last Life, Joel didn’t have any real allies.

It wasn’t entirely his fault, I suppose, becoming the Boggieman on his second session, losing four lives trying to get a kill, and managing to make an enemy out of everyone in the process. However, Scar was also the Boggieman, and he didn’t die once. Most people didn’t die trying to get a kill. Still, it’s hard not to feel a little bad for him. His start was promising, too. Partnered with Scar on magical mountain with five lives. However, three poor attempts at murder and one risky gamble with Tango put him as a red in his second session, guaranteeing that he was alone.

And then what became of him? When Joel didn’t have any allies, he really tried to keep himself entertained. He’s not very good at setting traps, but with nobody to stop him (or nobody to help him) he runs around for two whole sessions attempting to get a kill. And he sort of loses his mind? Getting more and more desperate to the point to screaming, giggling(?), And even saying at one point “going a bit mad, going a bit mental.” In a high pitched singsong voice.

And when he finally got one, Grian, and took him down to red life, Joel said “…now I have a friend”. And then he got another one, Cleo. The pure joy you can hear in his voice when he gets both of these is honestly adorable. But he is so desperate for blood. (And you could say that it’s because he was red, but I don’t think so. Because he’s been red other times, and he wasn’t this insane.) and he worked tirelessly, failing over and over again, until he found a friend. And then, like I’ve said, they were inseparable, dying screaming each others names.

Because when Joel was alone, without any allies, he immediately lost his mind. And he worked tirelessly to force an alliance through bloodshed.

In Double Life, Pearl didn’t have any real allies.

This sounds almost impossible. She was soul-bound to Scott, but they were not allied. It was simply decided that she was not wanted, and so she was cast away. She wasn’t even allies with Martyn, who was also cast away from his soulmate. Instead, she was forced in to a tower alone.

And then what became of her? Well, Pearl made her own ally, her own soulmate. A wolf, Tilly. And then Tilly dies and she gets another Tilly. She was alone, but she manages to make the best of her situation, finding a way to torture the soulmate who abandoned her with powdered snow. She makes a habit of stealing “as a joke”, which eventually gets her killed. (Side note, Joel actually killed them both times. Good for him ig).

She doesn’t face her soulmate until the fifth session, but it was more out of necessity and “safety in numbers” (Along with Cleo and Martyn). But their alliance is uneasy and very on-and-off. Still, Pearl does very well on her own, managing to keep herself sane with just her dogs. The only time she kills (aside from the end) anyone is when her true soulmate, Tilly, is killed in the final session and she gets revenge. And she takes on Martyn and Cleo with just her wolves as a final battle. And she still wins. And Pearl emerges from Double life victorious.

(I’m ignoring Scott’s self-sacrifice)

Because when Pearl was alone, she was entirely self-reliant and managed to get a victory.

In Secret Life, Scar and Lizzie didn’t have any real allies.

I’ve already posted about this, so I will keep it shorter. But Lizzie and Scar both had no allies.

Lizzie kicked Cleo out of her area at the very start. Cleo built a horrible oak platform over her cherry blossom one and Lizzie “evicted” her. And then she never managed to make another ally. She taunted Grian for not having friends (instead of offering to join him or something) and seemed relatively content alone until her task requires the whole server to cooperate and she couldn’t get anyone to listen to her. Nobody came to her party (which to be fair, was probably because they were already suspicious of her trying to get them to go to The End) and she was killed by Jimmy when trying to cheer herself up. She went around trying desperately to do her red tasks. And then she died first, alone in the void, attempting to kill Scott.

Because when Lizzie was alone, she did so poorly she broke Jimmy’s Canary Curse.

But Scar, well, Scar was evil. He usually is. He didn’t make any allies in Last Life either, and he was fine. But Scar was different because he at some point decided not to be evil. But he had to. The Secret Keeper forced him to. And he would tell himself “I’m going to make friends today” and then would instead need to be ‘disliked by a majority of people on the server’ or ‘do the opposite of whatever anyone tells you’. But he built a reputation as a general nuisance instead of a threat. And so in the finale, he managed to join up with multiple alliances and nobody stopped him, because he was seen as harmless. And he stuck with an alliance he was never a part of until it had fallen to pieces and he and Pearl were the only ones left in it. And he didn’t kill her, instead using her to take out Gem. And then they were the only ones left. And then he did kill her. Finishing his final task.

Because when Scar was alone, he managed to scam and villain his way in to victory.

Well?

Maybe you’ve noticed something. Two people, Lizzie and Joel, did very poorly. And they sort of went crazy. While SL Scar and Pearl both won, despite their lack of friendships and alliances.

And the difference between the two groups, is that the people who did poorly…? Honestly I’m not sure. I think it may just be that the people who went crazy tried to go on a murderous rampage/ just were generally unpleasant and were seen as threats because of it. But then, SL Scar was the same way? Maybe it’s just because he’d built a reputation, but Joel and Lizzie had both only played one season before their nonsense. Or maybe it’s just because some people aren’t meant to be that alone.

Maybe we’ll never know.

*(I specified SL Scar because Last Life Scar also had no allies but I didn’t want to write about him twice. And SL Scar balanced out my 2/2 thing)

#traffic life #joel smallishbeans #lizzie ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #smallishbeans #last life #double life #secret life #this is not coherent I’m so sorry #and I overlooked a lot for my narrative #this is not canon compliant this is me telling a story #and I’m ignoring Scott bc I’m mad at him and his dumbass self sacrifice shtick #(but it’s not an attack on the real Scott just the character he plays)#anyway it’s 11pm so this is insane but I always make good on my word (she is not being honest)

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exactly one person asked and I don’t care about the rest of y’all’s opinions so. I think duck team is probably the naddpod crew most ready for full polyculedom for a lot of reasons, but one of the major ones is that in this campaign our whole cast of characters are both self sufficient and extremely susceptible to approval and validation, as discussed in my previous post about all naddpod parties being outsiders! and this means that all of them could very much use the love and acceptance of a group polycule and are in fact already full speed ahead into it (see sol and Calder fully ready to murder a bot for not calling Callie a 10), but at the same time are not so reliant on it that it prevents them from taking risks within their relationships. also: they’ve all struck a specific combination that makes them very good at sharing each other, since they’re so ready and willing with the reassurances and aren’t so reliant on each other that they would see other partners as a threat. all that being said I should clarify: this does not mean a duck team polycule would be drama free. a duck team polycule would be non stop overblown drama and they would all love every single minute of it bc they’re insane and that’s why I NEED them to all start dating. do you see my vision here

#naddpod #ba2mia #also. feels like we’ve established the strength of individual duos much earlier this campaign as well #they all just fit together in such a fun way idk idk #ba2umia

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Check Yes Juliet

PART 2 of The Only Exception

This is part 2 of the previous work named First Date (the real ones will find the pattern) so technically that was CH1 :)

All the tags from that are valid for this part as well, Yuna is my OC that's barely described so feel free to imagine her however you'd like

part 1 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

pairing: Keisuke Baji x OC (reader)

wc: 4.7k ishtags: smut, fluff, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise, fingering, baji is a simp, cum eating (kind of), they are very horny for each other, unprotected sex (they've taken some precautions okay I don't normally condone not wrapping it up)

Songs referenced or listened to while writing this chapter:

Empty With You - The Used

Crushcrushcrush - Paramore

I Don’t Wanna Be In Love - Good Charlotte

Be My Escape - Reliant K

Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings

Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore

Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

MDNI!!!!! 18+ only!

“Honey, what I’m hearing is that you had a romantic and passionate night with this man and you didn’t even get his last name?” Mai was shaking her head at me after hearing a rough report of my shenanigans with Keisuke last night. I stared ahead and kept picturing his soft, blissful expression lying on my bed, trapped by my thighs, me sitting on his cock, his hair pooling over my pillows that still held his scent and mine mixed together.

Why can’t I stop thinking about him?

Mai stood up and walked to the side of the bed, noting my ripped-up panties on the floor, her eyebrow raised,

“And when did this happen?” I put the cup of coffee still steaming on the nightstand, catching a glimpse of the photo I had taken of him post-orgasm. She noticed it as well, picking it up to inspect it.

“He wanted me to keep the fishnets on so he ripped these off before going down on me.” Leaning back on the headboard, I took a moment to assess how sore my limbs felt, my insides still felt raw and aching. I lifted my hand to touch my neck where he scraped my skin with his teeth and left little bruises, that was going to need covering up before work.

She wasn’t wrong, but at the same time she was.

She smirked at me, waving the photo around, “I didn’t realise you were so down bad for this guy, why would you take a photo of him lying, what I’m assuming is naked, on your bed?”

She brought it closer to my face, “This guy pushed you into the wall, but all you talk about is how he was gentle with you? What am I missing?”

I completely forgave him for that shove in the hallway of the club, he seemed genuinely sorry and like a completely different person than I had assumed he would be. No matter how insanely hot he was, he was also kind. And very giving. I smiled to myself, this morning I had the most satisfying gentle sex I’d ever had. None of my boyfriends had ever been that good. And he hadn’t complained about putting a condom on, which shouldn’t ever be as commendable as it was.

Mai reached to have a look at my bruised neck and collarbone, visibly annoyed, “We need to tone this down before work. Come on, I’ll make breakfast and try to cover up your nasty hickeys.” I could just drag myself after her into the kitchen.

How was she so chirpy and energetic? She stayed up until at least 5:30 in the morning, and the party was on until 5.

“Mai, did you sleep at all last night?”

“Sleep is for the weak. I’m so beyond tired that a whole new wave of energy has taken over. I may drop halfway through the shift though so you need to step up for me, okay?”

“Of course, I’m taking over the schedule duty as well.”

We worked at a cinema not too far from our apartment and, although Mai normally handled the theatre schedule, I had to make sure she could at least get some easier jobs, considering she helped me get my sexual frustrations out last night and therefore sacrificed her sleep.

Half an hour later, with my neck covered in four layers of concealer and colour corrector, we made our way to our work, completely unprepared to handle groups of screaming children and their disinterested parents.

“You smell different, is that some new perfume?” She broke through my thoughts.

“I think it might be his scent, I assume that’s his shampoo because his hair smelled so divine.”

“Damn, Kakashi really is That Guy , isn’t he?”

With a playful shove, she started towards the only store room that had chairs for us to sit on, and I took a pen to try and figure out how to tackle today.

“It’s Keisuke.”

“Whatever.”

Saturday nights were for the girls. After work and a shower, Hana and her girlfriend showed up at our apartment for a weekly pizza night. By the time it was my turn to catch them up on your week, everyone had already had their turn and normally my updates had always consisted of a very short summary of where I was with my research papers, how much I hated my Contemporary English professor, and what songs I was hyper fixating on. This time all I wanted to talk about was Keisuke. I had never got so hung up on real people, so this was a very interesting topic to all of them.

“So as all of you may know, I brought a guy home last night,” I picked up another slice of pizza, “and now he’s basically all I can think about, it pains me to confess, but I sniffed the pillow he slept on several times today.”

“Simp!” Asami fake-coughed into her hand, giving me a devilish grin to which I responded with a stuck-out tongue.

“I didn’t even get much of a look at him when he pushed me into a wall last night, but then I completely embarrassed myself in front of him and realised he’s actually so gorgeous and hot I wouldn’t have minded if he was some sort of serial killer as long as he put his hands on me.”

Mai pretended to vomit at that, Hana and Asami just chuckled at my dramatics.

“Listen, I’m not one to obsess over guys this much, but something about him really drew me in and I was so stupid that I didn’t ask for his last name. Or his number!” I dropped my head into my hands and groaned, “Why didn’t I get his fucking number?”

Hana piped up, “Didn’t you say he worked at Pet Zone? You can always go find him there and ask him.”

“Don’t you think that might come off as a bit creepy,” Asami asked, “I mean if the roles were reversed, I’d definitely think it was some creepy guy who didn’t understand the concept of a one-night stand.”

“Asami, you think every guy is creepy and should be avoided at all costs,” quipped Mai.

Asami just shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

Hana reached out to get her glass, “By what you told us happened, he seemed to be really into you and maybe didn’t think you would want to continue seeing him. Just a thought, though.”

I was becoming more and more hopeful, “What if I just interpreted it wrong, though? What if I’m misremembering it because that was how I wanted things to happen?”

“I can always come with you to the shop and get some stuff for Kisu.” Hana and Asami had adopted a beautiful orange cat that was a menace to society, but I loved her so much that I regularly bought her Dreamies.

“You don’t think it would be painfully obvious? I don’t even know when his shifts are, he’s got university as well as work.” I felt myself whine a bit too much now.

Mai decided to finish this conversation by calming me down with a big hug and some reassurance.

“Babe, if Keito’s not there we’ll come again and again until we find him and you ask him out. If it takes us a month, then so be it, but you’re overthinking this. The way he kissed you on his way out didn’t look like he didn’t want to see you again.”

“Thank you, love. And his name is Keisuke.”

“I don’t think it is,” she winked at me.

“I know what I screamed last night, my darling, and it’s definitely Keisuke.”

“I feel like it’s becoming a bit and I don’t want to stop it, so deal with it.” Mai ruffled my hair and went back to her glass of wine.

After a couple of hours, all of us went to bed, Mai had given Asami and Hana her own room so she shared with me. I lay my head on Keisuke’s…I mean, my pillow that Keisuke slept on and inhaled deeply. The scent was fading, I really needed to find him again.

Mai was deeply snoring while I lay with my eyes half-closed playing with his hair tie on my wrist.

The next day Asami made her way to visit her parents, slightly regretting not going with us to the city centre. Mai, Hana, and I, as per usual, spent way too much time in the bookstore, gently caressing the spines of our favourite books, laughing at ridiculous covers, and making highly ambitious reading lists that we were never going to follow. The trip was a success as I managed to walk out with only two new books and three complimentary bookmarks.

Now, with a significantly lighter step, we went into a few clothes shops and there I realised I needed to get more underwear. Mentally cursing Keisuke for ripping the most comfortable pair, I picked out two new comfy pairs of panties and one lacy pair that I didn’t even know the occasion for. It just called to me, black lace with a red bow on the back seemed right up my alley.

With a sigh, we went on to our final stop of the day, Pet Zone. This was it, all my hopes and dreams were riding on the good outcome of this situation. A gentle pat on the shoulder from Hana made me snap out of it, I patted my face to sober myself up and stepped inside.

The best thing about any pet shop is the fact that owners come in with their dogs and let them roam around the shop, so when I walked in and got greeted by three dogs at the same time, the only worry that was left on my mind was making sure I gave each of them an equal amount of attention.

Hana and Mai went to the cat aisle to browse while I was left barely five steps into the store, wishing I had three hands to give all of these good dogs love at the same time.

“Uhm, hey there,” a muffled voice reached me. I looked up to see a slightly winded Keisuke with a hand over his mouth, trying to finish chewing his food.

“Hey, take your time, man” I tried to sound like this interaction hadn’t been on my mind for a whole day.

“Sorry,” he swallowed, “I saw you on the security camera and ran back in before properly finishing my lunch.”

Was this guy for real? He cut his lunch break short because I walked into the shop? Was I hearing this correctly?

“Oh you really didn’t have to do that,” why did I sound so shy? This man had been inside of me two nights ago and now I was shy ?

“I was worried I’d miss you, what brings you here?” He still sounded a bit winded.

“Hana needs some stuff for her cat and we were out with her shopping so we just stopped by,” I motioned toward where Hana and Mai were playing with cat toys.

“Got anything interesting?” He pointed at my bookstore haul.

“Just some books I’m probably never going to get around to reading, but I needed a dopamine hit after feeling so down,” crap, that sounded a bit too desperate.

“What happened?”

Sigh , “Well I thought you might not want to see me again…after that night.”

“W-What? I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore and that was why you didn’t ask for my phone number!” He started getting flustered.

“I thought you didn’t ask for my number because you weren’t interested,” I confessed, “are you telling me this all could’ve been avoided had both of us stopped overthinking for a damn minute?”

He started laughing, causing me to join him, oh my days he was so beautiful.

“I was rushing so much I didn’t grab my phone,” he passed me a piece of paper with the shop logo and address, and a pen to write my number down. I finished the note with a little black heart and gave it back to him, his face visibly more relaxed now.

“And just so you know, you owe me a new pair of underwear,” I said in a lower tone, “don’t think I forgot.”

“I don’t think I can forget anything from that night,” he picked up my hand and played with his hair tie that was still on my wrist. I blushed and started to take it off to give it back to him, but he pushed it back on.

“Keep it. I took something of yours as well,” he lowered his head to my cheek and placed a gentle kiss. I tried to mentally remember if I noticed anything missing yesterday, but to no avail. I looked at him with a question, but he just grinned back at me.

“You’ll see, I guess you’re gonna have to meet me again to get it back, that is, if I feel generous.”

With that, he walked back to finish his break, and I was left to locate my friends and report on the situation.

“What a weirdo, what did he take? Probably your underwear or something creepy.” Hana scrunched up her nose in distaste.

“I don’t think so, I’d notice if any were missing because I had to get new ones already. Also, I don’t think he had the time to do that, since if he wasn’t inside of me, he was next to me.”

Mai patted me on the shoulder with pride. “See, I told you it would work out, and you got yourself all worked up about him.”

“I mean, he is pretty, in a girlish kind of way,” Hana said, looking back at the store.

“I need him in my bed again.” I felt my insides twirling, longing to be full of him again.

“Damn, I don’t remember you being this horny with any of your exes.” Mai playfully pushed me forward.

“What can I say, six orgasms in a night can do that to a girl.”

“Rookie numbers,” Hana scoffed, making Mai and me laugh a bit too loud.

By the time Mai and I got home and unloaded everything we bought, I’d gotten a message from an unknown number that just said “What’s your favourite colour?”

Yuna, 14:12

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

So I know what colour heart to put next to your name in my contacts c;

Yuna, 14:13

Keisuke?

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

Well I hope you don’t have someone else that would ask you these things haha c:

Yuna, 14:14

oh thank the stars, you never know what weirdos there are out there. gotta be careful.

and i’m good with blue or black

Keisuke, 14:14

Got it ;)

Yuna🖤💙, 14:15

what do you want me to put you as?

I broke out in laughter and Mai came into my room to check what was going on. I just shook my head and showed her the screen.

Keisuke, 14:15

His Majesty Keisuke, King of My Vagina and Bringer of Infinite Pleasure

“Kids…” she walked away with a smirk against her will.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

i’m leaning towards KeiSUCKe

Keisuke, 14:16

That’s what you’ll be doing later…

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

later?

are we doing something i’m not aware of?

Keisuke, 14:17

Can I come over tonight?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:17

any specific plans or just hanging out?

Keisuke, 14:17

Wherever the night takes us c:

Check yes, Yuna, are you with me?

Rain is falling down on the sidewalk

I won’t go until you come outside

Yuna🖤💙, 14:18

serenading me with We The Kings? a man after my own heart <3

Keisuke, 14:18

Is that a yes?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:19

when can i expect you here?

Keisuke, 14:19

SHE SAID YES!!

Uhhh I mean, I’ll be there around 8, if that’s okay with you? c:

Yuna🖤💙, 14:20

hahaha of course. are you eating anything beforehand? we’re making pancakes..

Keisuke, 14:20

I’m having dinner with my brother after work, but thank you for asking c:

I won’t complain if you save me one to try.

I sent him the address just in case he couldn’t remember where the building is and practically skipped out of the room. Mai was in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea, and waved me over to join her at our dining table.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:21

See you then :)

“Based on your red cheeks and the smile that’s not coming off I’m going to guess the first text conversation went well?”

“He’s coming over tonight. At 8. I need to shower. I need to clean my room.”

“Oh good heavens, please tell me you’ll be in your room and not venture out into the bathroom again,” she rolled her eyes.

“We’ll try to behave. Maybe we won’t even have sex tonight, we’ll watch a film, talk for a bit…”

“...feed him your vagina and feast on his dick, yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Seriously, Mai, this man is making me feel tingly just thinking about seeing him again, but I may actually want something more with him.”

Mai’s expression switched into concern. I knew she wanted what was best for me and to protect me from my own stupid mistakes, but I doubt anyone could have a chance with Keisuke and not jump on it.

“Just don’t obsess over him to the point where you can’t see the real world anymore. That’s all. I get it, he’s hot, but you deserve a 10/10 personality, and not just a 10/10 appearance.”

I kissed her cheek and headed for the bathroom to take a shower and get my shit together.

I changed my outfit for the third time when the doorbell rang. Mai got up from the couch to open and I walked out into the hallway just as Keisuke walked in.

“Hey Kento,” Mai greeted as he simply smirked at her.

“Hello Mina.” His eyes found me and, having taken his shoes off, he joined me in my bedroom.

Just as the door was shutting Mai got her last remark in, “No screaming!”

Keisuke chuckled and turned to me, looking me up and down.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you again, how are you?”

After breaking the kiss for a breathing break he lay back onto the pillow he slept on the other night and looked at me with amusement on his face. I got closer to him, unsure of what exactly to do.

I sat him down and joined him on the bed,

“I haven’t been able to get this stupid smile off my face ever since I walked out of your shop.” He caressed my cheek and I felt myself leaning into his touch when he pulled me closer to him and kissed me, taking my breath away.

“Did you want to put a film on?” He offered. To be completely honest, I wanted him naked, suck his soul out, and have him break me in half, but I may have been rushing into things.

He must have noticed the want in my eyes, because he sat up, closing the distance between us, and held my face before whispering,

“Or maybe we could get this pent-up need out of the way first,” he kissed my lips gently, “and then be at peace for about,” breaking his sentence he bit my bottom lip, “let’s say half an hour before,” this time the kiss was deeper, needier, “enjoying each other a little bit more, hm?”

He rolled me over onto my back and gripped me tight. His hand snaked through my t-shirt to hold my breast, eliciting a desperate moan right into his mouth. His kisses trailed down to my neck, scraping his protruding canines across my skin, with a deft movement he slid my top over my head, leaving my breasts exposed to his hungry eyes.

“It was almost physically painful, thinking that I wouldn’t see you again, that I wouldn’t get to do this.” I gasped when he took my nipple into my mouth, his tongue swirling over it as his teeth nipped it playfully. My hand immediately went to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair to ground me. The hand he didn’t use to hold himself up went between my legs, dipping under my underwear an d directly between my lips already needy for his attention.

When I rolled my hips up into his hand to get more friction he lifted his head up, flashing a devilish grin and licking the tips of his canines, making me slippery wet.

“Why did you even bother putting these on? We don’t need to rip another pair, do we?” If I wasn’t already turned on, that would’ve done it. His voice was low with a raspy tone that made me feel feral for him.

“Keisuke please, I need your tongue”, I whined. With a grin he pulled down my panties and tossed them aside, his fingers still stroking lazily along my folds. I felt my breath hitch every time he passed the clit, desperately trying to raise my hips to meet his touch.

“Patience, gorgeous, we’ll get there. I want to make you a bit needier first.”

Wow, what an asshat.

“Keisuke I’m-ah-I’m begging you, touch me, fuck,” my pleading seemed to work because he immediately dipped his head down and started feasting on my needy pussy. He moaned into my puffy lips, flicking his tongue over and around the clit, making me ascend with pleasure. My hand flew back to his head to grip his hair which dragged out a beautiful moan from his soft lips, now wet with my juices, buried in between my legs. His tongue was desperate, accompanied by his fingers pushing inside of me, curling to rub me just right and make me nearly scream into the dark room.

“Hold me tighter, sweetheart,” he squeezed out in between licks, making my grip tighten and I hoped I didn’t accidentally pull his hair out. Feeling another moan directed into my clit sent me into ecstasy, I could hear my heart thumping and my ears focusing on the sounds of Keisuke lapping up my juices like there was no tomorrow, and with that I came on his skilful tongue,

“K-fuuck Keisuke!” The look on his face was hungry for more, he wiped his face with his own hand and licked the wetness off.

I reached for my drawer to get a condom, but he stopped my hand, grabbing his phone instead and showing me the screen. It was some kind of document, and when I tried to focus on reading it he explained,

“I got tested on Thursday, got the results yesterday,” he pointed at the bottom of the screen, “Completely clean.”

That made things a bit easier and possibly more exciting. “I’m on the pill and haven’t had sex in over a year. Got tested right after…the last time and I’m also clean.”

His smile seemed to grow with every word I said so I dropped the condom and went right to taking off his clothes. When he was naked in front of me, his cock glistening with precum in all his glory, I reached to touch his lean body, admiring the pale skin of his stomach, littered with scars. I felt the sudden urge to kiss every single one of them. He gently pushed me back and grabbed one of my hair bobbles from the nightstand, holding it in his teeth to collect all the hair in a ponytail.

That trick is so hot, I needed his teeth all over me .

He positioned himself in front of my entrance and started teasing his tip over my needy hole and puffy lips.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to feel you on my cock,” he looked down to where we were connected, “to feel your pussy squeeze me and make me weak.”

“What’s the holdup then, Keisuke-fuck- fuck ..ah fuck me already!” He didn’t need another push, he slammed into me, making me cry out, and lowered himself down on top of me to kiss me deeply before pulling almost all the way out and pushing in again.

I was losing myself in him, his slow pants and moans directly into my ear were making it damn difficult to slow down the wave of pleasure that was swallowing me. My nails were leaving marks on his back, only encouraging him to go faster and harder. When I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I bit his lip and came with the most desperate moan.

Keisuke lifted me up and switched positions, sitting up against the headboard and me sitting on his cock. Then I began bouncing myself on him and rolling my hips, his hands firmly on my hips helping me keep pace. I threw my head back and let out a groan while he attacked my collarbone with his teeth.

Still keeping a steady pace, he licked up to my ear,

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking it whole. Such a good girl so full of me. You’re all mine , all mine , just mine to- fuck -to please.” I quickly brought my head back to look at his face. The hunger in his eyes, his forehead sweating and loose strands of hair sticking to him. He looked feral, just like he had said I made him feel, with his distinguished canines. I took it all in.

“All yours?” I managed to squeeze out, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

“All mine. I’m not letting you go fuuck I need you. I need to hear you cum for me again. Say you’re mine.”

Through pants I whined, “I’m yours! I’m- fuck- I’m all yours! Take me how you want me Keisuke! Ah fuck I’m cumming all yours!”

That made him trap my lips in his, swallowing my cry and fucking me through another orgasm. Slowing down slightly to give me some rest he swapped us back to the previous position, this time not leaning over me, but looking down at my naked form, still fucking into me.

“You look so good like this, a hot mess all because of me. Tell me you’re mine.”

I started slurring my words, “‘m all yours, Keisuke. I’m yours. Fuck keep going please…”

My pleasure began to build again, this time threatening to take me fast, almost crossing into overstimulation. My walls began tightening around his cock and his hip movements started getting irregular - he was getting close to finishing.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?” I couldn’t form my words properly anymore, I was so drunk on his cock hitting my cervix with each slam into me.

“ Ah inside please please Keisuke come inside me fuck,” that was the last straw for him, with a final grunt and thrust, he spilt inside of me. Just as I felt his warm sperm coat my insides, I came again, this time unable to take any more friction. He slowly pulled out and lowered himself to take a closer look at my leaking pussy. He smiled at me,

“You look so good with my cum spilling out of you.” With that, he licked my entrance, making me twitch with sensitivity, and hovered over me, kissing me with his sperm still on his tongue, making me taste the mix of both, his cum and mine.

I couldn’t find the strength to reach for wet wipes to clean myself up, but he was already on it as soon as I pointed in their general direction. He cleaned me up, gently trying not to overstimulate me again, and tossed the wipes in the bin. I closed my eyes, completely exhausted, when I felt him climb into bed next to me and gently pull me closer to him. He kissed my sweaty forehead and I could hear him softly whisper, “You’re mine .”

If you've come this far then you may as well rb or like :) Constructive criticism is welcome as I hadn't written anything in YEARS before this so I am rusty af and don't have a beta reader :)

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