#M4M

[stabofhunger]

why can't i be mlm the way cis men are mlm sob..

[de-deux]

I want to workout 😜

[realfullnameunavailable]

König loves touching you, but not out of sexual need, but because he adores you.

König x Male!Reader, Fluff, Slight NSFW at the end. Minors, ageless accounts DNI. I am not responsible for what you see on the internet.

That's just how König was. You were a treasure he wanted to explore further, learn about, and keep as close as humanly possible. He wanted your body against his, to feel your velvety skin under his rough fingertips and mold the curves of your body in his palms, memorizing every scar, freckle, mole, and dip that decorated your figure. He could spend hours counting the freckles on your back when you lay together in bed, caressing your shoulder blades and running his blunt nails against the curve of your spine, feeling you breathing slower as you relaxed in his touch.

When you were hanging out the laundry, he would hold you close, digging the pads of his fingers into the dips of your hips, feeling the bone there, and drawing mindless circles on the area with his chin resting on your shoulder, listening to you ramble about your day with the softest smile gracing his lips. He just loved you so much. You were the light that shone in his once-dark life, making everything seem pink again.

But sometimes, König could be a little too touchy. For example, if you woke up earlier, leaving him alone in your shared bed while you made coffee, he'd sneak behind you and rest his palms on your chest, giving you a tight squeeze and mumbling, "Why're you up so early...?" against your shoulder, trailing soft, feather-like kisses on the thin skin of your neck, sneaking one hand underneath your shirt to rest on your pectoral muscle, giving the tight muscle a loving squeeze, and getting a groan from you.

If the two of you lay on the couch and you were engrossed in your phone or television, not paying him attention, he'd sneak his hands under your shirt, pulling you closer until your back was pressed firmly against his chest. He'd nuzzle his nose in the back of your neck, caress your stomach, moving his hand up to your belly button and between your pectorals, and then back down, feeling your abdominal muscles contract and relax with his touch. He'd move his thumb down the trail of hairs under your belly button that directed his hand to his sweet treat, sneaking his fingers under the waistband of your boxer briefs.

But he wouldn't do more. He'd just touch you - taking pleasure in the smooth texture of your skin, resting his palm on your crotch, not trying to arouse you, but wanting to feel you. Feel your warmth radiating onto his hand, listen to your breath catch in your throat as you are unsure of his intentions. His free hand would move up to squeeze your pec, taking in a breath of your scent, murmuring nonsense against your skin.

Your phone was long lost on the couch. Your hand moved up to rest on his on your chest, humming as he caressed you. "König?" you whispered, wanting to understand his intentions, but he merely hummed, giving your inner thigh a firm squeeze, feeling your muscles tense and relax in his palm.

He'd kiss you, touch you, caress you, knowing you would leave whatever you were doing and pay your full attention to him.

He just loved you so much. He wouldn't do anything you didn't agree to, but he would touch you, feel you, because you were his treasure - the light that made everything in his life better. The person who made him understand that he could be human with you, not just a machine on the field.

[ekkolocationz]

"Imagine men kissing, ew..." DUDE STOP SAYING IMAGINE THAT IM GONNA NUT!!!

[justdavina]

Legs, Legs, Legs darling's!! I just LOVE hot,sexy legs that go all the way up too..... her mini skirt!

[b00tyliciousbabe]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙

oddballs and eggnog

goofybf! x THICC male reader

summary: love me a nerdy man that’s got a lil spice to him. plus a lil xmas lore!

notes: HI BEAUTIFULS! merry xmas to those who celebrate. it’s been a while fr, my bad dawgs uni work has been ploughing my ass so violently im reconsidering if a degree is even for me. but as a masochistic bottom, i had to channel my energy elsewhere; thus, this fic is just me showing the variety of my tastes as the true indecisive femboy that i am. show me a cute guy and i will plan my whole life with him. i need to get a grip.

originally, i canonically wrote this character with ginger hair (y’all know i fold for redheads), but the more i kept writing, the clearer it became to me that dark brown hair/black aligned with my OWN understanding of him. it’s all fiction anyways so feel free to adapt body types as you see fit. enjoy my lovelies 🎀

album rec: flo - access all areas. these girlies have my heart. been following them since about 2022 and they are genuinely my fave artists, cannot wait for flo world domination.

you guys had mutual acquaintances for a couple years, but it wasn’t until the two of you got to university that your friendship really blossomed. the engineering student didn’t have the best luck when it came to relationships; in fact, people would only toy with his emotions when they wanted something from him, so he learnt to put up a wall of cynicism.

these barriers he had fortified for his own protection made him quite a reserved guy. never cruel or nasty. just quiet. sure, he wasn’t a complete loner, he had a few VERY close bros who he’d let in, but it was clear that in this silence, he was safe.

he’s super handsy, whether that means pulling you on his lap, be it at parties or when he’s gaming, or placing his hands in your back pocket when y’all walk to class, he just wants to hold you. probably got something to do with the fact that he needs to make sure you’re real and not the angel he believes you to be. you love your needy bf and his craving for physical touch.

this is kinda juxtaposed by how flustered he gets by your words. the minute you whisper in his ear, he could cum in his jeans on the spot. he gets so red when you compliment him which makes him squeeze you tighter.

he wasn’t a virgin before meeting you, he’d had a few hookups but nothing sexual with someone he genuinely cared about. as a result, it made sense why he was very nervous when it came to your first time together.

to relax him, you decided to give him a blowjob to ease the tension and allow him to cum quick in the first round so he’d last longer during anal. sat back on the edge of his bed, he wore a vest and baggy joggers, awaiting your fingers to unleash his raging boner. you knelt down and flashed a comforting smile to him, which he failed to mirror perfectly.

‘we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready to. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.’ you said concerned, stroking his abs, clear to you that he was stressing.

‘nah baby, i want this so bad. it’s just gotta be really special because you’re really special to me.’ he said gripping your chin.

‘i love you, y/n. like a lot.’

‘i know that you weirdo, i love you too, you mean so much to me.’

‘now, lemme show you how much.’ you said coyly, to which he was more than happy to oblige.

when i tell you, your man eats so well that his cum is literally like milk. the typa white, thick, pearly cum that you would swallow every drop of, because it truly is just disrespectful not to. the first time he came was a surprise for the two of you. he didn’t realise how much he loved seeing his cum all over your face, decorating your juicy, wet lips. the head you gave him was so good, he napped for 2 hours straight after you drained him. but that deffo changed him for the better.

his hobbies include boxing and gaming. he’s such a nerd he makes his own demo projects, playing with his classmates. you always chastise him for not making his hobby a lucrative endeavour - your boy’s got a talent and he doesn’t seem to know it. equally, he loves his legos and comics just as much as he enjoys coding, making you the prettiest bouquet of lego flowers for your first date. after spending some time walking, he took you back to his place and y’all spent the entire night binging his favourite marvel and dc films.

one time it was his birthday and you thought it be a good idea to make a short graphic novel of the journey of your relationship - ending steamily with you pregnant.

‘baby, i love this so much! who knew how sexy you’d look with a baby bump?’ ‘anything can happen in the multiverse’ you laugh, as he kissed your jaw.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight.’

as we have established, he’s far from experienced. he holds your hand through missionary always because it makes him feel safe. makes so many jokes during it as a way to deflect. lowkey loves being choked. you took the lead most of the time before, using him as a pole and ride the shit out of him.

but, that night he ploughed you with a sense of purpose, so deep and mercilessly that your insides were moulded into an incubator for any hypothetical foetus he would soon impregnate you with. after, he laid curled up next to you, caressing the belly that he had now filled with

‘i hate biology sometimes,’ he says breathlessly. ’you’d look so good with our lil baby growing inside your belly.’

your boyfriend is the goofiest mf ever; playing practical jokes on all his friends and fulfilling his role as your comedian. definitely one of your favourite characteristics of his.

his sleeper build is INSANE. he might appear tall and lanky, but he is far from it. bench pressing more than 100 kilos with one arm - the brudda is basically superman. he’s what you’d get if clark kent had ginger hair, and was a huge weirdo.

though he cannot dance to save his life. he used to be very awkward and shy, but the minute them clothes are off and you two are in the sheets? stroke game is giving pornstar baby girl lemme tell you! ever since your first time, it’s like you awaken the sexual drive in him that’s been missing all his life. this, paired for his complete adoration for you makes him a lethal weapon in bed - quite literally, your man casually packs an 8 inch pussy destroyer with veins that massage and pummel your gummy walls so well.

after this moment he became the BIGGEST TEASE. slapping his dick all over your face. as you chase his dick like a good puppy, he giggles at how desperate you are. ‘sweet Jesus you feel good’. ‘holy shit’. ‘don’t act like you don’t love it.’ painting hickeys all over your neck . he loves when ppl ask you because of how flustered you get, makes him want to mark you more. he’s no longer shy to the world and he thanks you everyday for that. living to call you princess - in both a mocking and endearing tone, he loved toying with your nipples because you’re his lil doll. in cowgirl he will play with them whilst jerking you off to get you to cum all over his abs. and! he LOVES eating ass - like almost obsessively, as if he’s high of your pussy.

he smells so good. so good. you always act like a bitch in heat whenever he steps out of the shower with a towel skimpily wrapped around his adonis belt.

your bf loves playing with his cum and using his dick as a paintbrush to decorate your belly, butt, and face. ‘my masterpiece’ + ‘my muse’ he professes. somehow managing to entrance you to always stroke his dick during makeout sessions. he brings his hands to play with your hair, knowing that his dick is in extremely good hands with you - literally. always pulling you off of his dick because he is really sensitive and ur mouth is a fucking weapon, but will show you that he’s the boss and could leave you bedridden for a couple days after a good fuck.

things he would say drunk off of eggnog:

‘i would die a happy man beneath those beautiful cheeks of yours’

‘put ur hole on my North Pole.’

‘ay, you Don’t get to call me handsome unless you’re gonna HANDsome of those fat cheeks of yours to my lap.’

‘come on, I’ve been a good boy, Santa says gimme some of that pussy you know I love so much.’

‘that ass of yours, come here lemme unwrap it.’

this man has you written into his destiny. he always dreamed of raising a son and dressing him up in the flyest outfits and with you, that desire became reality. you too truly are a match made in heaven.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙

taglist:

@ghostking4m

@gayaristocrat

@lysanderplume

@acoustickitten

[boothillzvhs]

·˚ [featuring] !! ' jing yuan x ftm reader !

cw — :: !! bottom!ftm!reader. top!Jing yuan omegaverse, alpha!Jing yuan, and omega!ftm reader, knotting, Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for reader !! ::

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not proofread so, i'm sorry for any spelling mistakes !!

"(nammmeeee)" Jing yuan pouted, "hm??" you replied, your eyes still glued to the book you were reading, as Jing yuan moved towards you, sitting on the floor next to you, "I'm sooooooo bored" he groaned, "you've been reading that book all day" he tugged on the book, yanking it out your hands "pay attention to me..please??", you looked at him.

"ok, ok, I'm sorry" you said, finally getting up from your seat, "Jin-" you were cut off by him kissing you, "I've been waiting for you all day.." you felt him grind his cock on your stomach.

he picked you up, walking to your shared bedroom "I don't think I'll be able to hold back anymore...you smell so good.."

once you got to the bedroom, he dropped you down on the bed, ripping off your pants "those were my favorite pants...." you frowned, "ill buy you new ones" he then took your boxers off, your cunt glistening with slick.

he moved down, until he was face to face with your pussy, "ah..your already so wet for me, my love..you smell Devine.." he licked your hole, "mmh..hah.." you whimpered as he ate you out.

"this is driving me crazy, you smell too good..." his cock throbbing with Impatience, he then sat up, picked you up, then placed you in-between his legs, pushing his fingering into you "ugh..mghh!!" "you're so tight~" feeling his fingers going in and out of you, shutting your eyes as you felt tears swelling up in them.

"haa..ah..!" you gasped, as he picked up the pace, this tip of his fingers hitting your g-spot, over and over again, your body twitched "s-top..!" you tried to push his hand away, "ngh! uungh..!" you cried out, but, he pulled his fingers out of you, "look" he said before you opened your eyes, "you're so tight my fingers went numb" he grinned.

"its all wet" he laughed, "you're just begging me to fuck you, huh?" Jing yuan's cock twitched, before he lifted you up and lined himself up against your hole, before he even slipped his cock into you, you were already drooling with a dazed expression.

jing yuan thrusted into you, causing you to gasp out, "it hurts..! jing!!" you cried, as he prodded at your cervix, trying to push pass it, "ow! n-no st-op!!! y-you cant!! ugghh...!!"

"you feel so good..." he kissed your cheek, before slamming back into you, his tip hitting your cervix over, and over again.

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how long has it been?? it feels like you and jing yuan have been going at it for days already, you couldnt even form a coherent thought, you were just a crying mess, at this point , "my love, whats wrong?" he grinned, "its only 5:00...remember~ we still have all day" you couldnt even understand what he was saying, he then switched the position, resting his body weight on top of you.

"you're too he-heavy..!" he was going so deep that your leg was starting to cramp ! You couldnt take it anymore.. "uunghh...!!" your toes curled, and you tried to move away !! but he just pulled you right back !! "ah, ah.. where ya' think you're goin..." he caged you with his arms, "too...! d-eep.... hnngh...!!" you tightened around him.

he flipped you onto your back, a bulge noticeable in your tummy, he grabbed your hand and pressed it down on the bulge, causing you to tighten around he so hard that he couldn't even move.. "hey..." he cooed "its okay, calm down.." he spoke, but you weren't listening, "hey, hey, i said relax..." he kissed you, causing you to calm down, "atta' boy" he contined to ram himself into you.

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you guys have been going at it all day now... it was 12:00 am when you first started, and now its 9:00 pm.. and you're barely conscious !!

"uuughh.....!" this felt like you 30th time cumming... ! "please....n-nomore..." you slurred on your words, and you tried to crawl away, but he just dragged you back onto him, "you keep saying that...but your body says otherwise.." he slammed into you.

"i...can't.....hah...mgh..!!" He slapped your ass, "shh...i know you want it...stop trying to..get away..." he grinded into you, as you scratched at his back, "Do you feel me?.. you feel my tip hitting your insides.. feels so good right?" You couldn't even answer if you wanted too, opening your mouth only led to more choked out cries spilling out of your mouth.

"fuck...i'm close again.." he whimpered, he pushes his hips forward, hitting that bundle of nerves that makes you arch your back, making you see stars.

"nnngh...." he moaned, as he knotted you, it hurt, but fuck it felt good, he kissed your neck, you started to feel yourself fall asleep, "lets just stay like this..." he said, your eyelids started to get heavier.

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(you beat jing yuans ass for getting you pregnant)

[de-deux]

My God 😍🤤 He his Everything 👀

[boothillzvhs]

Tojix ftm reader toji fuckin ya with his gun:3

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“mmh…..tojiiii..!” you moaned when tojis gun touched your sensitive spot “good boy…” toji groaned in your ear “you close…?” You nodded “yesh…~ m’ so closeee..~” toji chuckled in your ear “isn’t that to bad..” toji put his finger on the trigger

‘click!’

You nearly passed out…..toji laughs.. “did you really, HAH, think I put ammo in it?” He chuckles when you hit him on his chest, he takes the gun out slowly “t-toji..Why..are you takin it out..was so close.. ~” you whispered as he took the gun out “sorry babes, I gotta neglect this tiny tight wet cunt, I want to see you scream on my dick~” toji whispers in your ear "w-what..?" he pulled out his hot dick and displayed it in between your soft plush thighs. “D-daddy..’hiccup’..” “shshsh…it’s ok baby, be patient~” he said to you, sliding his cock into you slowly, watching your hole let it sink in.

“mmhgn… T—tojiii” “that’s my name sweetie~” he cooed in your ear “is it t’much for the sweet boy?~” he whispered “movee…pleasee…” you said with heart shaped pupils.

“Do you really want it..~?” He teased your heat with his cock “please! Tojiii….~” you cried out, taking his hand in yours and rubbing it on your clit “s—see…~ it’s sho..wet~” he chuckles at your words “you’re such a virgin~” he laughs “o—only…didit…once~” you slurred on your words

“I bet I can do it better” he grinned “ehhh..toj-mmggh!!~” your eyes rolled back, he thrusted into you so hard, it hurt but felt so good, “t—toji!! It’s bleeding…!~” you cried “you're a virgin, honey, that’s why it’s bleeding” he kissed the tears that were once on your cheek, he kept bouncing you on his cock “nng….i…needa..pee~!” You moaned “go, piss yourself” “b—but!” he hugged you from behind, still bouncing you on his lap “Nnhh~!…t—toji!!” You squirted on his cock, a reddish, clear liquid coming out your pussy.

He grabbed one of you boobs, it looked so tiny in his hand “hey…I still havent came yet, sweetie” oh boy.. By the end he going to make you look 5 months pregnant with all that cum in your tummy (｡•́︿•̀｡)

[de-deux]

The only right way to wear cut off shorts 🫠😘

[lackablazeical]

Call this reclaiming media for my own agenda (a gay one)

[boothillzvhs]

|| anon: satosugu x drunk male reader who is shorter by 20cm ||

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“satoru? Suguru” you yelled out drunkly “name?! Were have you been” suguru said in worry while holding you chubby cheeks, which made you giggle “I’m sho tired….” you snuggled into sugurus chest, satoru look at you trying to figure out what to do “baby..? Are you drunk” satoru said in a soft tone “w-whattt, noooo” you tryed to lie but you just suck at lying “cmon let’s get you to the shower.. you smell like artificial fruit and vodka” suguru chuckled before picking you up “satoru come on” suguru beckoned him

~the bathroom

“Cmon baby, let go and get in the water” suguru struggled to make you let go “noo… your so warm” your cock twitched “I missed your smell” you mumbled “cmon, there extra bubbles” “get in with me…” you said to both of them “*hiccup* pleaseeee…?” You looked up at them with puppy eyes, which made both of their cocks twitch “if you insist satoru said before stripping him and suguru “yay” you said drunkly.

you snuggled in to satorus chest while moaning a mess “mph!.. nnhg….” You eyes had hearts in them, suguru was to busy stroking your poor little cock, while satoru was getting your hole ready. “Satoruuuu…! — sho gwoodd” your eyes rolled back, as soon your were about to cum, suguru pulled away! “Huh *sniff*” you looked back, suguru got closer and whispered something in your ear “only good boys get to cum.. not sluts” he said before smacking your ass “mph!!~ — s-suguru, p-please I’m so close” you moaned, trying to get suguru to let you cum, but it didn’t work.

You were slowly getting crushed by shame, you were getting fucked by your two best friends, you were knocked out of your daydreaming when suguru smacked you ass, hard “stop daydreaming, slut” he said in a rude tone “suguru..cut him some slack, I’d be embarrassed if I was getting fucked by my best friends” satoru cooed, while playing with your hair, slowly finger fucking you “mph — haah~..” you let out your cute little noices into satorus chest.

“hgnh!!!~” oops… you came all over satorus tummy, suguru looks at you “I’don’t think you fuckin heard right, slut.” Suguru says in a mean tone, before he can say anything “I—I’m sorry!” You hid your face in satorus chest “pff—it’s alright” satoru truly tried his best not to laugh, you looked up at satoru “please— do any thing..” suguru and satoru snapped.

~in the bedroom

“Nnh—mph” you let out pretty little cries when suguru sucked you cock, on the now damp bed, while satoru was fucking you “I—I can feel you in my tummy…satoru” you moaned, satoru then shoved his fingers in your mouth “*gag*” you gripped satorus hand, but felt a harsh slap on your cheek, which made you tear up “I’m sho sworry” you whined, suguru groans and your cock which made shiver go down your spine when you felt the Vibrations on your cock.

suguru then pressed your cocks together and started to rub them together, “wait!! F—ffuck….!~” you whimpered, the knot in your stomach was about to bust “pleasepleaseplease!!” You pleaded “please, what?” Suguru cooed in your ear teasingly “please I need to cum…~” you looked at at him, and wrapped your arms around his neck “hmm… satoru what do you think” “I don’t know…but I’m about to cum” satoru whined “fuck.. me too” “mph— m’cumming!!~” you moaned, suguru and satoru following after “fuck baby, you alright?..” suguru said in a softer tone then before “mhm..” you tryed to keep your eyes open but you were to tired, expect a noice complaint for the neighbors!

[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus x Reader

Note: this is a gift for my Thaddeus lovers‼️🌚 This will be the last update for the time being, I'll be back soon. Love you all💋

*Inspired by chapter 59*

Cw: slow burn,nsfw,mdom,mdni

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Steamy Lesson

The cold breeze envelopes you into the timeless nights of Kowloon Hell as your mind races back to the events that led you here.

It all began on that island—an isolated stretch of land where the D-rankers were gathered for testing. The mission was simple: survive or be slaughtered. But it was there, between the chaos and bloodshed, that you and Thaddeus crossed paths.

It was on that island that you asked Thaddeus to be your teacher. Watching him fight stirred something deep within you—his combat skills were both terrifying and mesmerizing, leaving you in awe while also sending a chill of fear through your veins.

You glance around. The training area is secluded, hidden beneath the shadow of a ruined building. The growing darkness of dusk makes the atmosphere unsettling.

The name of this city, after all, is spot on. It does look quite like hell.

"Are you ready, little one?" And there he is, with his annoying little smirk.

You couldn't stand him. How could you?

He's an asshole pretending to be a goody two-shoes. You can't wrap your head around the fact that everyone finds him fun to be around.

He's just a little brat, walking around like the world belongs to him.

That smile of his, the one that always lingers on his lips, as if he's holding some secret he refuses to share, makes your blood boil. It's as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, teasing you as if he finds your irritation amusing, as if your every reaction were a game to him.

You hated how effortlessly he seemed to get under your skin. It's maddening. If only he'd stop dragging you into his twisted games. But no, he's always there—the more you try to ignore him, the more it feels like he's just waiting to prove you wrong.

And now that you've spent even more time together, as if it were possible, Thaddeus seemed even more irritating. The tension between you two is palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air, charging every movement, every breath. The training sessions were a constant reminder of the fine line between hate and desire.

Several weeks had passed since your first lesson together. You remembered his words:

"I won't be a gentle teacher," Thaddeus said. "I will push all your limits. You'll learn discipline and perseverance."

And it was very much the truth. He did, in fact, break all your boundaries and limits—not that it was a bad thing. He's a good teacher; he just has a very unique and questionable way of teaching.

But it was worth it. You made great progress.

"Today you'll fight me," Thaddeus snapped you out of your thoughts, throwing some bands at you to wrap around your hands. "Should we make a bet, doll face?" His languid smile threw you off. You were startled by this sudden change of behavior; his eyes sparked with mischievousness.

"What kind of bet?" you asked cautiously. It was obvious that this was just another one of his twisted mind games, where he is the only one to take pleasure from ruining others.

"If I win," Thaddeus continued, his voice dripping with amusement, "you'll have to follow my orders for the next week. No questions, no complaints."

Your mind racing as you weighed your options. Thaddeus wasn't the type to lose, and the thought of being under his orders unsettled you. But then again, you had no intention of letting any weakness show

"And if I win?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing tension.

Thaddeus’s grin widened, a glint of something darker in his eyes. "If you win, I'll leave you alone for the same amount of time. No games, no tricks, just peace."

It sounded alluring .Too good to be true.

A rare opportunity to be free of his manipulation, but something inside you told you it was a trap.

"What’s the catch?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He chuckled softly"No catch, doll. But you'll have to earn it."

The Apostle assumes a combat stance, smirking quietly to himself.

He revels in your reactions; they ignite a dark, dangerous fire within him that he can't quite comprehend. That relentless, stubborn attitude of yours drives him to the edge, making him eager to break you—body and soul—in more ways than one.

"Let's see what you got, doll face," he says mockingly.

This will be interesting, he thinks to himself.

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The air was thick with the scent of sweat and leather, the only sound being the soft, rhythmic thud of your shoes against the ground.

Thaddeus’s eyes gleamed with that familiar playfulness as he took his stance once again.

"You can’t even keep up with the basics," he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement as you struggled to block one of his kicks.

"Still think you’re ready for this?" His gaze pierced right through you.

"Shut up, asshole." With a fierce grunt, you lunged forward, aiming to land a punch.

"Oh~" he chuckled. "You shouldn't run your mouth. I'm your teacher, doll face," he said, dismissing your attempts to hit him.

Thaddeus came closer, positioning himself behind you. You could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Here, let me help you." His lips brushed against your ear, his whisper low and husky, his hands landing on your waist to correct your form.

The heat from his touch seared through your body, as if it burned you. You flinched but didn’t pull away.

"Relax... you're too tense," he murmured, his breath warm and tickling against your ear, giving you goosebumps.

Thaddeus noticed your reaction and smiled to himself, pleased. He relished the power—even if minimal—that he held over you.

He enjoyed toying with your senses—he squeezed your waist, light yet possessing, before letting go.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to acknowledge how his proximity affected you.

"Let's try it again."

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Your body was on fire, every muscle screaming from the relentless pace. You knew Thaddeus was toying with you, deliberately letting you get close enough to think you might land a hit—only to dodge at the last moment. But his movements were smooth, almost predatory. You were both breathing hard, drenched in sweat, but neither of you was willing to admit defeat.

But just as you lunged one last time, your movements faltering for a split second, his hand shot out, catching your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, Thaddeus had you pinned against the wall. As you looked up at him, time seemed to stretch, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

"Looks like I won," his tall figure towering over you, making you feel tiny and vulnerable.

"Get off, weird glasses," you said, trying to sound indifferent, as if you weren't at his mercy.

He leaned in closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nope, I don't think I will."Thaddeus's voice was soft, but the challenge in it was unmistakable. His grip on your wrists tightened, and you could feel his pulse beating against your own, matching the erratic rhythm of your heart.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing for a way to escape his grasp. You tried to shift, to use your body weight to your advantage, but it was futile.

"Let go of me, Thaddeus," you spat, venom lacing your voice, though even you could hear the uncertainty beneath it.

"Tch, tch, tch," he murmured, lowering his head. "I'm the one who won the bet, pretty little thing."

It was the confirmation you’d dreaded: all of this was a trap. He had you exactly where he wanted.

Thaddeus traced a finger slowly down your jawline, then lifted your chin with deliberate tenderness. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You closed your eyes, feeling the light brush of his lips against yours, and for a heartbeat, you wondered if he might kiss you. The mere possibility twisted your stomach.

But no. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours.

Thaddeus, clearly delighted by your reaction, let out a soft chuckle—a mocking, dark sound.

"You're a challenge, doll face," he whispered, his voice low, a dangerous edge to it. "And I like challenges."

His gaze searched yours, seeking something you couldn’t quite name.

Hate? Desire? Hunger?

"I’ll kiss you," he said abruptly.

Your eyes widened at his words. You turned your head, as if the movement could banish the turmoil rising inside you. "No," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You wanted it—and the thought maddened you.

Thaddeus raised an eyebrow, savoring the sight of your flustered expression. "Yes," he said, and before you could protest further, his lips crashed against yours.

This was no gentle kiss. It was rough, hungry, possessive—an expression of all the unspoken tension between you.

Thaddeus held you with one of his large hands, pinning you in place, while the other slid down to your waist.

Every instinct in your body urged you closer to him.

Thaddeus softly pulls away, his lips brushing gently over your lower lip before he breaks the kiss.

"I knew you wanted this as much as I do," he murmurs, the words lingering in the air between you. A shiver runs through you at his certainty, and it makes you painfully aware of the truth you've been hiding—how much you've pretended not to feel, how much you've denied the pull of his presence.

You meet his gaze, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effects he has over you. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hate you," you snap, the words laced with frustration—anger not just at him, but at the burning, forbidden desire that threatens to unravel you.

Thaddeus's lips curl into a knowing smile, a low chuckle escaping him. He sees right through the mask you’ve so carefully constructed.

"Hate me all you want, doll face. But you’re still here, aren’t you?"

He didn't need you to say it out loud:the kiss has told him everything he needed to know.

This wasn’t just a fleeting game anymore.

"Show me how much you hate me," he says, smirking knowingly. But you don’t have time to respond before his lips meet yours once more.

He lifts you effortlessly, without breaking the kiss—everything about him is too easy, too confident. It feels almost natural to be in his arms, as if this is exactly where you belong.

He sets you down gently on the weathered table, positioning himself between your legs.

A surge of irritation courses through you, and before you can stop it, your teeth sink into his lower lip, biting down with enough force to draw blood. The sharp, metallic taste fills your mouth, but it’s quickly drowned by the heat of his mouth on yours.

Thaddeus hisses, his breath sharp and shallow but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his grip tightens around you, his body pressing closer, his heat seeping into every inch of you. “You have no idea how much I love it when you’re like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and dark...sending a shiver of something you refuse to name spiraling down your spine.

The words vibrate through you, igniting a hunger that you try desperately to suppress. But with each movement, each breath, you feel yourself unraveling further, helpless against the pull of his touch, the ache in your chest that makes it harder and harder to remember why you hate him so much.

With a kiss that mirrors the intensity of his passion, he takes a handful of your hair and tilts your head to expose the soft curve of your neck. He whispers in your ear, his voice low, "You drive me insane," before pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, biting, suckling—marking you.

Thaddeus hums softly to himself, savoring the sight of his marks upon you—so innocent,so delicate. It stirs something primal and visceral within him, a deep, aching hunger that refuses to be ignored.

In the back of his mind, clouded by desire, a thought urges him to stain you further, to make you submit to him. Only to him.

Thaddeus stands over you, breathing heavily.You’ve both crossed a line now. His touch, his words—there's no escaping it.

"You're mine now," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice dark but oddly tender as his gaze softens just enough to make your heart skip.

"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice low, almost a whisper, but heavy with authority.

You hesitate, feeling the weight of his gaze on you; however, your head tells you to follow his instructions to please him.

Slowly, you part your lips, looking up at him as if you were a puppy waiting for its owner's praise.

He smiles, pleased with your obedience, his eyes tracing every subtle movement you make. Then, without warning, he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. A small, almost inaudible whimper escapes your mouth as you take in the thickness of his fingers.

"That's it," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. He begins to move, his fingers deepening inside your mouth. "Yes, good puppy," he praises, his tone dark and laced with dominance, amazed by how effortlessly you submit to him.

His breath quickens, each inhale sharp and shallow, as the heat between you intensifies.

The warmth of your mouth, the sight of your complete submission, and the way your tongue swirls around his fingers—it's almost too much for him to bear.

He pulls his coated fingers from your mouth, bringing them slowly to his lips. His eyes never leave yours, dark with lust and intensity, as he licks them clean, savoring the taste of you.

You almost whine in protest but then,realization hits you.

What the fuck just happened?!

You push him away with all your strengths

The pull between you is undeniable. You're tangled up in his world, in his games.

You turn around facing him once more.

"I hate you," you whisper, but the words feel empty now.He already knows the truth.

And with that awareness you storm out the training area.

The kiss, the tension, the games—this isn't over. Not yet.

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