#because he is experiencing material pleasures in the moment

[mearchy]

Maximus is so fun as a character to me for two reasons:

He's a slave to his most selfish desires at his core, and that selfishness allows him to do cold, evil, ruthless things over and over again. And that's not something that he becomes and it's not some crazy plot twist that gets revealed to us, as though his normal personality is a veil. His personality is genuine, it's just driven by the deeper motives that get more revealed throughout the show. And then you start to reinterpret all of his other actions in a different light and go oh.

This set of character traits gives him the funniest ability to repeatedly be like "I will kill people, I will commit violence, because I have strooong values/opinions related to this!" and then somebody gives him some friendly company or, like, a bathrobe. And he's like "ohh :) Nevermind, I would trust you with my life if it meant I could have more of this. Would you like my social security number."

[archiemyback]

OH MY GOODNESS you should do an nsfw alphabet about jann😭, also loved the 24 hour mark fix it was so gooddd !! you can write so well

NSFW ALPHABET W/ JANN MARDENBOROUGH.

warnings: talks of sexual acts, kinks, and other adult things; minors please dni

author: here it is! i tried my best to do this but i never did an nsfw alphabet before so it was interesting. im also glad you enjoyed the fic, i was nervous for it! request anything at any time!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jann will literally hold you in his arms until you come back from your high. he wants to make sure that you’re not going to break, he really thinks you’re so fragile.

once he’s sure you’re safely back in reality, he cleans you off where you need it and brings you water. sometimes he’ll bring you some fruit if you like it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

jann’s favorite body part of himself are his legs because he has to work them out and he uses his strength to lift you up when he needs to.

jann’s favorite body part of you are your lips. he absolutely dies everytime your lips are wrapped around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

jann is such a respectful guy: he will not come anywhere else that isn’t your pussy unless you tell him. he’ll keep it clean and whenever you’re ready, he’ll paint your chest with his spend.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

jann secretly wants you to dress up in your own racer outfit. and honestly, anything you do is hot and sexy to him but especially seeing you with that material wrapped on your body would set him off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

before you, jann had one girlfriend that didn’t last too long but long enough for him to know how to please you. he’s not clumsy at all, in fact, you thought he slept around a lot before getting with him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy or cowgirl. no words, just vibes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

jann takes your pleasure seriously. he wants to make sure you’re comfortable by any means and if he has to crack a little joke to ease your mind then so be it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

jann keeps it neat. he trims it down but doesn’t get rid of all the hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

jann is such a romantic person. one day, don’t be surprised if you walk in the house and see candles and roses aligned on the floor. and in the moment, he wants your eyes on him, he wants you to let yourself go and just enjoy what he’s doing to you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he literally maaturbates to the thought of you being next to him and touching him. he’s so sweet.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

jann has one kink and that’s edging. he doesn’t do it to you all the time but when the moment is right, best believe he is going to edge you for as long as he thinks you can take it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he prefers the comfort of the bed. he’s not into public things like that because he doesn’t want people to catch you and you feel uncomfortable. he’s not opposed to drying semi public but if he can keep it private, he’s fine with that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

going back to what i’ve mentioned before, jann wants you to make sure your pleasure is top priority. he wants to make sure you finish first and everything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that is taboo and on the gross side. no shade to people who like stuff on the more.. extreme side but jann stays away from that. just know, he is not completely vanilla—he can get freaky if needed.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

jann loveeeeeees getting head. he actually thinks you’re a pro but, he does love returning the favor and he puts his all into it. like don’t let him get riled up and get on his knees in front of you, you’ll be weak in the knees.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

when jann fucks, he damn near is desperate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

in the time of your relationship has started, you both have only had one and that was before one of his races because he was so stressed. he claimed the only way to calm his nerves, was fucking you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

like i’ve stated before, jann is all about your pleasure so if you bring something up that has piqued your interest, he’s willing to try it for you. however he still has his boundaries and if he doesn’t like something like that, he’ll let you know.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

since he does exercise, he can go for a few rounds, checking on you and making sure you’re alright and if you need a break. but if you give him that green light to keep going, hold on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

if you owned toys before him, he’ll find a way to use them if needed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

his main kink is edging and he doesn’t edge you much unless he’s in that type of mood. sometimes he’ll just tease for fun.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he. is. SO. vocal. you told him to never hide how you sound because it helps you so much with making sure you make him feel good. jann whimpers when he first enters you and grunts when he’s bouncing you on top of him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

jann intentionally set the fully body mirror in front of a lounge chair in your shared room. everytime you go to check out your outfit, he sits down there and looks you over. he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you to sit right down on his crotch. i don’t make the rules, he did.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8 inches, thick head, one vein on the underside of the length, tip color #F3B6AD. i had to get specific.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

real high because it’s you. he loves you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

jann thinks a guy falling asleep before his girl does is selfish so he stays up and caresses your back, massaging you and kissing all over your face. once he’s sure you’re relaxed and sleep, he’ll hold you and fall asleep.

[melancholic-and-delusional]

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A = Aftercare (How do they treat you after doing it?)

He offers fairly decent aftercare. Most of the time, he takes you to the bathroom to shower or have a hot bath with him. Afterward, he would help you wash the sheets if you guys made a mess on them (very likely) and would cuddle with you. If you aren't too tired, he'll offer you some food or drinks and watch a movie or a TV series, but most of the times he'd just fall asleep with you by his side. If he is exhausted though, he'd just cuddle with you to sleep right away.

B = Body Part (What is their favorite body part and their favorite body part of their partner?)

If you were to ask him what his favorite body part is, he'd have a hard time answering. He doesn't like himself very much, hence the reason why he covers himself in so many bandages. But I do think he does likes some of his features, like his hair or his hands and fingers.

As for you, he loves every part of you, but he especially likes your thighs and your chest (big or small, doesn't matter to him). It's so comforting to cuddle with you while his head is pressed against your chest or in between your thighs. He also loves having your thighs around his head while giving you head or having a hand over your chest.

C = Cum (Anything to do with it. 🤭)

I think he comes an average amount. It's pretty liquid-ish, yet slimy, and has a white but almost clear, colored sperma. It has a slightly sour taste, but for the most part, it barely tastes anything or just has a faint taste of what he ate a while ago.

He likes coming on any part of you. He likes to come in your mouth and watch you swallow or see his seed drip down your chin. He loves seeing you covered in it literally anywhere, especially your chest. But where he loves to come the most is inside you.

D = Dirty Secret (Do they have one?)

He has a thing for your used underwear. He'd steal your it after having sex with you to use for masturbation material later. You'd complain at first, especially if he steals some of your nicest pieces of lingerie, but if you behave nicely, he'd return them a week later (because he wants fresh ones).

E = Experience (How many times have they done the deed in the past? Are they good?)

In my opinion, he's rather experienced. I think he has had hook-ups frequently before, but that was before getting into a serious relationship. Now that he has you, sex is much more special for him than it was before. Of course, he's pretty skilled, and he definitely knows what he's doing. He'd prioritize your pleasure, for sure, and he has a few tricks up his sleeve to make you feel amazing.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

The most intimate positions for him would be some version of missionary or cow girl. As long as he can see your beautiful face and your reactions, he'd be satisfied. Eye contact during sex is important to him. He thinks it's a very special moment he's sharing with you and wants to be connected in any way he can with you. But between missionary and cow girl, he prefers cow girl best. It's because your body is in right in front of him to admire and touch. He loves leaning down on your bed and watching you struggle to keep your composure on his dick. Of course, he helps you ride him, but it's just so fun watching you try to do it yourself from time to time. Oh, and he'd probably be down to 69 once in a while.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious during the act, or do they like to crack jokes?)

He can definitely be very serious and in the moment when he needs to, but he can't go a session without making you laugh at least once. He cracks small jokes that make you giggle, mostly in between rounds.

You'd be huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath as sweat covers your face, and then he makes some dumb out-of-pocket remark that you can't help but chuckle.

H = Hair (Do the carpets match the drapes? How well groomed are they?)

Well, he has brown hair, so the carpet matching the drapes is a given. I do believe that he is quite well groomed and trims it down once every month or two.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they during the moment?)

He can get pretty sweet and romantic during the act. He'd do anything for you, and he wants you to feel comfortable every step of the way, so he is very intimate since the moment calls for it.

J = Jack off (How often do they do it?)

In the past, this was a more frequent habit of his, but now that he's got you, he doesn't do it as often. If he does, however, he's always thinking about you or uses your stolen underwear to help himself (reference to D 🤭).

K = Kink (What kind of kinks and fetishes have they got?)

I'd say he's got a normal set of kinks (besides the underwear one 😇). He likes being praised, definitely. He likes watching you slowly take your clothes off and then proceed to strip him out of his. He also loves to see you wearing his own clothes. The thought of you in his shirt is enough to send him over the edge. He either finds it very cute or very hot, and there's no in between. He also loves it when you attempt to dominate him. It's so adorable looking at you try your best, but if you do succeed, it's still pretty hot to see you act this way.

L = Location (Where do they like to do it?)

Contrary to popular belief, I don't see him as big of an exhibitionist as many people on here say he is. I think he prefers keeping it in the bedroom. It is a very intimate moment that you get to share, and he doesn't want others to see it. The only public place he'd do it at is probably a closet room or some bathroom, and it's still somewhat private. He would only do that if he really needed to, and it would always be a quickie.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

As I've said, he loves seeing you wearing his clothes or a sexy pair of lingerie. He can also get pretty riled up whenever you make some sort of sexual remark. Sometimes, he just wakes up, and you're right next to him, smiling, with your eyes looking at his. How could he possibly resist you?

N = NO (What things do they refuse to do?)

He absolutely hates being degraded. I will die on that hill. He's already got low self-esteem, so why would he want you to 'reaffirm' it. He also hates being referred to as 'daddy'. It makes him feel so uncomfortable. Like, he's not your father, is he? And also piss kink. Need I say more? He is probably willing to try anything else besides those three things.

O = Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? How good are they?)

He loves receiving head from you, and he also likes to return the favor. It gives him such an ego boost seeing you feeling so good because of him. It honestly makes his heart flutter. He's rather good at it, too. His tongue combined with his fingers do wonders, for sure. But as for receiving, you don't disappoint him either. He just adores the sight of you on your knees, taking him in. It honestly makes him so happy that you are willing to do that to pleasure him. It's so nice of you.

P = Pace (How quick do they go?)

This one really depends on the situation. At times, he can be soft, gentle, and passionate, but he's no stranger to going quickly. He'll mostly be considerate of your desires.

Q = Quickie (How often do they do quickies, and does he like them?)

He only does them when he doesn't have time, and he needs to quickly relieve himself. I can't see him doing them frequently. He would much rather have a few hours' worth of sex with you.

R = Risk (Are they willing to experiment? How far would they go?)

As I said before, he'll try almost anything, as long as you're up for it. Of course, he doesn't want to do anything that cause harm to you, so any weapon play is out of the question.

S = Stamina (How long can they last?)

He is pretty energetic, I'd say. He can definitely last up to 10 rounds or even more if he's especially horny (is this too pretentious?).

T = Toy (Do they like to incorporate them into your sex life? How often?)

He is, for sure, a huge fan of them. Not only does he like to use them himself, but he mostly enjoys using them on you. After all, he finds it so fun to tease you and overstimulate you.

U = Unfair (Do they tease you a lot?)

Definitely. One of his favorite things to do.

V = Volume (How loud are they in the bedroom?)

Super loud. No doubt. No questions asked. Loves to moan, groan, whine. Loves to shower you with praises and loves to talk dirty to you. You can't make him shut up, honestly. He's pretty much a slut for you. 😊

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He likes making love to you when he feels sad or frustrated. It just calms him down and makes him feel better. It's so kind of you to be by his side and comfort him while also giving him pleasure.

X = X-ray (What do they look like below the waist?)

(I can't believe I'm going to be describing a dick) Ok, so, it's 5.4 inches (13.7 cm) soft and a solid 6 inches (15.2 cm) hard, average girth, slightly curved to the left and a nice sensitive pink tip. He has a few small veins here and there, but none of them are too prominent.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I think he has a higher-than-average libido. Either that or he has a lower-than-average one, and there's no in between. I'm honestly leaning towards the former one. He can get easily riled up by small things, such as sitting on his lap, wearing his clothes, etc.

Z = ZZZ... (How quickly do they manage to fall asleep after sex?)

As long as you're by his side, he falls asleep quickly.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, and it didn't seem OOC. As always, you are free to leave me a request.

[ikeromantic]

His Touch

How the IkePri guys show affection through touches . . . headcanon ofc.

Chevalier

His touch is sure and possessive. There is a false confidence in his rough handling. He knows he lacks practice and a gentle hand, but this does not deter him. He will learn you until his touch is the only thing you crave. Until his hands memorize the map of your body, and his lips have claimed every peak and valley.

Clavis

Playful, progressive, experimental . . . Clavis' touch is all that and more. You are the material and the result, a means and an end. He loves to toy with you, his touches carnal and teasing. Adventurous. There is never a dull moment. And the more he tries, the more he wants to try. He will push the boundaries of pleasure and find new ways to make you sigh or scream.

Nokto

He touches you with practised hands. A man that calculates the value and impact of every touch. Nokto knows you in ways you do not know yourself. Despite the depth and breadth of his knowledge, love is new to him. And so, even with all his experience, he is often surprised. Not by your reaction, but his own.

Luke

His touch is unpracticed but confident. A simple certainty, both gentle and protective. Though his size makes him sometimes cautious, he trusts himself with you. He is encompassing in his affection, and even the lightest caress will often lead to being hugged, lifted, held. He wants to hold you close, all of you to all of him.

Leon

His touch is passionate and sweet. A burst of fire that warms without burning. He values every brush of his skin against yours. Holding hands under the table, letting his knee rest against your leg, a kiss on the cheek in passing. Leon is unreserved in his affection and it shows in the way he reaches for you.

Jin

Jin's touch is the essence of adoration and desire. Though he is an experienced lover, his previous encounters were practical, a pleasurable transaction. In short, nothing like the love he shares with you. This shows in the intimacy he shares. From his possessive arm around your waist to the less-than-chaste kiss goodbye before he goes about his business. If he could, he would never let go.

Yves

His touch is that of an artist with his most valued treasure. Gentle yet desperate, eager to hold and love. You are his favorite thing. He wants to show you off, his arm linked in yours, a partner. He wants to treat you with gifts and treats, his touch joyful and creative. He wants to be the only one you see, greedy and wracked with desire.

Licht

He touches you with a sense of awe. You are the unexpected future. A world he did not believe existed for him. He lives in you, through you, beside you. His touch is almost worshipful. When you are with him, anything is possible. His touch is a fevered need to know you are there. That you will always be there. And to remind you that he is still here, because of you.

Sariel

His touch is the devil's. Wicked and wonderful, a lover with experience. Disciplined and cool, he keeps his passionate side well hidden in public view. From the outside, it would be easy to dismiss the brush of a kiss to your cheek, the hand on your back, the momentary press of his side to yours. But these are all promises of more, when the moment is right. In private, he is still disciplined but far from cool. His love is a flame that burns and warms.

Rio

There is only one word for his touch. Devotion. All of him is yours. Every touch is a surrender to you, and a claim. What you take, you give. He wants to be everything for you. A caretaker. Protector. Friend. Lover. Confidant. His hand on your shoulder, his lips to your ear, his eyes always on you.

Keith

Keith's touch is cautious, at times reserved. You are a precious creature, a wonder that he is only beginning to explore. Even after years together, there is a sense of wonder in him at every kiss and embrace. He is exultant and protective, his fingers twined with yours. His kisses always begin gently, but may not end that way. His touch is kind, unpracticed, authentic and genuine and overflowing with love.

Wicked Keith

His touch is playful, taunting you with unexpected sensations. The sharp nip of his teeth, the caress of his tongue instead of a chaste kiss. He thrills with your reactions, and always seeks some new way to excite you. His hands are possessive, and whenever possible, he will hold onto you. He is fierce and wild, a proud creature that has claimed you for his own, and this shows in everything he does - from the way his hand settles around your shoulders to the press of his lips to yours.

Silvio

Silvio is a practiced lover, a man of wealth and experience. His touch is an adventure, an exploration of you. You are his discovery, a strange and lovely creature that passed his careful defenses and now that you are within the walls of his heart, he will never let you go. While his words are sometimes brash, his touch never is. He is a thoughtful lover, an affectionate friend. His hand rests on the small of your back, or holds your hand as if you were a delicate flower he is afraid he might crush. His kiss is like the ocean, calm upon the surface and churning with deep currents beneath.

Gilbert

His touch is that of the conqueror, one that revels in the delight of what he unexpectedly won. Possessive, an arrogance that belies the desperation and uncertainty beneath. A lonely creature that has found you, and will never let you go. You are both the entertainment and the entertained. In possessing you, he is possessed. His touch is needy, hungry, and eager, though he would never admit it. His kisses are fevered passion hidden behind a calculating veneer.

[anantaru]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 — 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

✦ kinktober day 24 — biting/marking feat. dainsleif : childe : xiao : tighnari x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: biting/marking

✦ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐅

"strip." the ring around dainsleif's voice was dominating, greedy, as you obeyed him without a thought wasted, pulling the straps of your dress down which resulted in your breasts slightly spilling out from past its fabric, exposing them to his needy eyes. Dainsleif moved towards you, lifting your chin with his index finger before taking you in for a kiss.

once breaking his lips off yours, his hands began to roam over your body before nestling his head in the nook of your neck, tracing the sensitive skin with his warm tongue. You tossed your head back at every flick of his wet muscle, enveloping your arms around his body to have him closer to you. You could notice how his teeth grazed over your exposed flesh, the slight pressure dainsleif added on his movements were giving you trouble breathing, eyes scrunching shut.

"your scent is addicting, you know that?" you suddenly let out a small gasp as he bit down on your neck, it stung a little, in a way the pressure he put behind was almost enough to draw blood yet dainsleif pulled away almost instantly, blowing cold air on the small pulsating area. He upped his pace again, leaving your body quivering and shaking, your hands tangling into his hair so he wouldn't move his lips away from you ever again.

✦ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

childe's fingers traced over your body before you felt him pull you down the bed, having you lay comfortably on the soft sheets in the dimly lid room. The mattress was shifting upon him crawling over towards you, his body weight on top of your figure. "you can make things so difficult for me sometimes, you know that?" he whispered into your ear cheekily.

ajax continued to place small pecks on your cheeks, chin and jaw before going down your neck, licking all the way to your collarbone. A small surprised yelp fell from your throat as you felt childe suck down on your skin in combination with roaming his warm hands over your body. He haltered his movements on top of your clothed cunt, rubbing your folds over your damp panties. Your spine arched into his experienced touches, attempting to grind your hips upwards to meet his fingers yet in the end unable to do so because of his bodyweight caging you in.

the lingering chorus of his sucking and biting was making you shiver, watching him with half lidded eyes. "I'm not done yet." he muttered, his digits grazing over your clothed clit before hooking his fingers past the flimsy material, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds apart in an instant as he went back and forth. Childe's mind was running crazy, biting down on your collarbone yet again, his fingers and lips getting you closer to your goal.

✦ 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

at first, it was more an accident than anything else. Xiao was fucking you for hours, faint layer of sweat visible right above his brow bone as he continued to rut himself into your tight cunt. The only reason he decided to sink his teeth into your neck was to muffle his own moans and not embarrass himself in front of you but the moment he did it, not to mention the moment he realized how wet and riled up you got from merely a bite, was turning it difficult for xiao to not do it again.

your body shuddered as you felt his sharp teeth on you again, only hovering over you but practically waiting to dig themselves right back into your skin. Xiao darted his tongue out to lick at the spot— before moving forward, biting down and slowly letting go again, only to tighten his next bite a bit more. At this point you were a whining mess, pressing your fingernails into his back as you tossed your head back, crying out from unbelievable pleasure. "do that again." you panted, your whole face growing hot with a sensation building deep inside your gut. Xiao enjoyed this as much as you did, attentive to every expression you showed him while you're gasping for air, closing your eyes to concentrate on the added passion forming in your body.

✦ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

tighnari's fingers trace over the tingling spot on your thighs before easing his mouth back, leaving wet kisses along your flesh. He's slowly showing his teeth to you, a smirk prancing over his feature before he placed them on your leg, closing the gap. He didn't move, nor add any more pressure, rather did he clutch on that one spot until he was able to coax out a reaction from you.

your body was shaking, desperately, tighnari's spit spreading on your thighs as he lapped it up again. He didn't dare closing his eyes, knowing full on well you always gave him something to watch, whether it was your cute pouting lips or your lewd expression that was yearning for something else.

you could feel a growl vibrate in his throat, he was losing himself more each and every minute. Tighnari was way too good at this game, being a master at it, always knowing how to drive you over the edge with simple moves like that, his smirk wide and clear for your eyes to see. His teeth pressed down on your naturally soft thighs again, demonstrating his control over you when you yet again, moaned at the sharp pleasure that threw your whole body in awe. "perfect." tighnari muttered through harsh panting, "you're perfect."

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[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

Fic Rec: 'Desired' by @spoolofblack

So um, I rarely ever do this because I don't usually find the time to read fanfic much now; but I saw this fic on AO3 that sent me sprinting to Daemon Hornytown:

'Desired' by spoolofblack

Summary: "Let me tell you something about the world, little princess," he breathes, stroking your hair. "When you have seen all that I have by now, when you have sampled the world’s greatest luxuries, ascended to the highest of powers, experienced the thrill of victory in battle, traveled to exotic lands, bled your coffers dry from drinking and fucking to fill the chasm that grows wider and wider in your chest every day, it soon all begins to bore you. When so little is denied of you, material wealth, and pleasurable company, and conquests sate you less and less with each passing second. But now," he says, brushing the bridge of his nose against your forehead, " Hells , I would forsake it all to live a quiet life, even a simple one, just so that I might never be parted from you for even a moment longer." ************************************************************** You are the eldest of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’s children. Both fearful and fiery, you are fiercely protective of your little brothers and share a deep bond with your dragon, Gaelithox. Your life is forever changed when Laena Velaryon’s demise calls your family to Driftmark, reuniting you with your twice-widowed uncle, Daemon Targaryen. The events that follow change the course of Westerosi history.

The lovely writer is at 6 of 10 projected chapters currently, and I am LIVING for the prose, the characterisation, the SEKSINESS! Basically, what I'm saying is that you should DEFINITELY READ IT K THANKS!

This is an extremely hard-working writer, guys! They're learning High Valyrian, their add-ins are all clearly researched and their attention to detail is stunning! Seriously, this is a work you cannot miss.

[kennysboxergf]

Niko nsfw alphabet pls

Alphabet ~ Niko Omilana

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Niko LOVES kisses. He would clean you up (doesn’t like the mess) and then kisses and kisses. He doesn’t seem like one to tire off and fall asleep so he would probably talk to you about anything in the dark, twirling your hair around his finger as he presses gentle kisses to your face.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Niko loves his hands. He loves how large they are because of his height. He grabs onto anything and everything he can on you with them. 

He loves your boobs. Obviously. He strikes me as a very tit person. He also probably loves your hair, loves twirling it, feeling it, pulling it, you name it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He loves to see his cum on (and in) you but hates the feeling of it after he’s come down from the post sex drive so he’ll stumble around trying to find anything to clean it up.

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

He’s quite submissive when it comes to it. He loves when you’re on top telling him what to do. He’s also probably quite an exhibitionist. Doing it in risky places where people could find you and kick you out probably turns him on more. (I get this from all the prank videos. How does he have the courage to do all that?)

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

He probably has had a few partners before so he’s not inexperienced but he still likes discovering new things that are specific only to you.

F = Favorite position 

Cowgirl. Omggg he loves to see the way he’s pleasing you. You face twisted in pleasure and your tits bouncing in front of him? GET HIM IN THERE.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

Goofy as fuck, r u kidding me? He’s cracking jokes as he’s entering you and at some points you want to just kick him out and sort yourself out but then he laughs, apologises and then fucks you good so it’s all good right.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

It’s clean but it’s not silky smooth down there. Pretty well manscaped but there is still hair. He takes care of himself, girl it’s alright.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Niko is very intimate, always trying to be right next to you, whispering affirmations into your ears (or you whispering them into his). His full attention is on you making air eyes touching all the right places and that you’re having fun. 

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He would text you telling you how much he needs you. It would be up to you if you wanted to send him any material for his activities but whenever he would jerk off he would be thinking of you. Imagining it was your hand on his cock, imagining that you were there whispering sweet nothings to you. 

He would probably also be moaning really loud especially if he knows he’s alone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE. My man loves being affirmed and loves affirming you too. Always a little “you’re doing so good” or a “oh my god that feels heavenly” or just an especially loud moan from you when he does something different is enough to get him going even harder.

He would probably also be into a little orgasm denial (to you or to himself) he loves waiting when he knows it’s going to be even better when he finally gets to cum. He also loves seeing how desperate you get when you don’t get to cum, he loves that he drives you to that point.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

This man would start going at it anywhere, bathrooms, cars but he does like the comfort of his own room (or yours) where he knows where everything is. He would probably also do it in the other boy’s rooms (with your consent) to fuck witth them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Give him a wink and trail your finger up his arm, he would be very easily turned on. Bend over in front of him once and suddenly you’re fucking in the kitchen. He truly is attracted to you.

Especially when you lay a hand on his thigh (maybe trail up higher a little), he is SENSITIVE so he would abandon everything if you did that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

I think he’s pretty game for anything but he doesn’t strike me as a big degrading guy. He would get to call you, someone he adores in every space, anything bad so I think he would stay away from that.

Unless it’s something you really want, then he might experiment with it after (thoroughly) understanding what you gain from it. Like I said he’s pretty game.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Man loves both, he loves to eat you out knowing how much he’s pleasing you, not caring how much he can breathe. He keeps going after you’ve cum because he loves the taste of you so much.

He lives it when you’re down there too, your lips on his cock, licking at his tip and veins? He would be in shambles.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He would start off slow and then build up to a ravenous pace as the tension in the room builds. Fast and rough for most of the night but he makes sure not to hurt you.

Sometimes though he’s down and he just wants to love you so he’s slow and sensual, kissing you and telling you how much he loves you as he slowly thrusts into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Quickies are an option and you two do have quickies very often in bar bathrooms and cars but he likes taking care of you after so it’s not preferred. It does happen a lot but doesn’t mean it’s preferred. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

As long as it isn’t affecting no one physically (like no condoms), he loves risks. He wants to know all the ways to please you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He is definitely never fucking satisfied. The two of you have just finished and he’s lying there on the bed panting and he turns his head to look at you and has the audacity to say “round two” to your face. You do end up having another round but this man does not rest.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

It’s a meh on the toys. You have some but they rarely come out and they’re mostly for him because he doesn’t think he needs any to please you. (And the toys are probably only like rings so he can contain himself)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you but you’re nothing less than him. The two of you make it a game to rile each other up and he's very easily worked up. But he does love to tease, making you whine and moan in need before he indulges you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Just like he is around friends he’s very loud in bed. Moaning like you don’t even have neighbours. He doesn’t contain any sounds, he would whimper and whine into your ears. You have definitely gotten a few complaints over the course of your relationship but he responds with just getting louder the next night.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves the foreplay of when you two are just grinding on each other. He loves how it kind of stretches it out so he can enjoy every second of it with you.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

My man is packing with a capital P. I’d say 7-9 inches? Nothing fucking crazy (I once did see someone say 12 inches in this spot and I genuinely 😨) but he is long. Not very thick but he can work with the length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Niko’s sex drive is really high. He wants you all the time. It is crazy. And as soon as you give him the slightest of signals that you’re up for it too he jumps on the opportunity.

Z = ZZZ ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very. He loves to go for multiple rounds. But after he’s mostly satisfied he still lays awake for a while talking to you so he does take some time to doze off.

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There it is! Not sure if I’m confident on all of these but it’s here. I loved doing this so please request more with other members and maybe the sfw one? (Please this is turning into the horniest place ever with all these smut requests 😭)

anyways as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

[dottcre]

material hunt gone wrong

contains : sex pollen, little d/s dynamic for most of the fic, sub!dottore, gn!reader, porn with very little plot, dry humping, desperation, crying, begging

a/n — i tried writing the plot before everything happened, and i couldn’t come up with anything because i was too busy thinking about dick, so you can come up the plot by yourself. this is also the last nsfw fic i’ll write before the fapbruary event!

You were absolutely captivated by the flower, its huge petals and gorgeous reddish colour. The closer you got to it, the sweeter it smelled, and the more you felt the need to touch it. Everything about it screamed “danger”, yet you were stuck in a trance, and your body had moved on its own.

“Hey! Don’t!” Zandik yelled out, but it was too late. Your hand had come into contact with the strange looking flower, causing it to eject a cloud of pollen, suffocating the both of you. You tried to hold your breath, and so did he, but the sickeningly sweet scent of it lingered in the air as the pollen formed a thin layer on your clothes and skin. Coughing, you brushed it off as carefully as you could, making sure to not come in contact with the grains as you did so. He mirrored your actions, shaking himself off with a scowl on his face.

“What is wrong with you? Do you just touch every strange thing you see in the wild?” He let his polite facade slip as he lashed out at you.

“There was something off about it! I couldn’t stop myself!” You tried to argue, but Zandik was way beyond listening to you. He was muttering to himself furiously, still attempting to get the fine dust out of his hair. A dull, burning heat started creeping up on you, and you started to feel breathless. Was the pollen poisonous? You glanced at the blue haired man to see if he were experiencing the same symptoms as you. He was kneeling by the river, scooping handfuls of water and splashing it on his face, which was dark red. He seemed to be breathing harshly as well, a frustrated expression on his face.

You should’ve consulted your Akasha Terminal regarding the plant, yet you stumbled over to where Zandik was. You sat uncomfortably close to him, close enough that you could feel his shoulder against yours and smell the light floral scent in his hair. Had it always smelled so good? His skin was glistening slightly, and you didn’t know if it was from the water or from sweat. None of you moved away from the other, and only then did you notice that he’d stopped muttering to himself. For some reason, you don’t think he’s looked more attractive than he did at that moment.

“Zandik,” you called out, and he didn’t turn to look at you. Even from the side, you could see that his pupils were dilated. “There’s still some pollen in your hair.” Your movements were sluggish, reaching up to fluff the pollen out of his hair. He let out a huff when the tips of your finger ghosted along the side of his face, his breathing growing more ragged as he finally turned around, only to glare at you.

“This is your fucking fault,” he spat, gritting his teeth, and you didn’t need to look down to know that he was hard. You weren’t any better yourself, mind fuzzy with arousal. It was hot, and it was burning you up. Your mind wasn’t your own as you lunged forward, kissing him messily as your hands scrambled to undo his belt. Zandik didn’t hesitate, hands gripping your sides to grind you down on him. You gave up with the belt, choosing instead to push him over onto the grass, pinning him down by his shoulders.

He grunted in response, but it quickly faded into a string of moans as you started rolling your hips against his, throwing your head back as you finally felt the much-needed stimulation. Your movements were erratic, desperate, and so were his. His deep groans turned into whines and cries as he grew closer to his end. His dick was throbbing with every grind and he swore it felt like he was about to pass out.

His orgasm hit him like a truck as he came, pleasure searing through his veins. You leaned forward, absorbing his noises hungrily as you kissed him. A few more thrusts later, your hips stuttered and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling the almost-embarrassing sound you let out as you came.

It didn’t take you long to realise that Zandik was still hard, and you were still absurdly turned on yourself. “More,” he growled, and you then noticed he was tearing up. “Fuck, more.” This time he whimpered, and you didn’t have time to respond before you began thrusting your hips forward again, the both of you crying out at the overstimulation.

You were sensitive, extremely so, but he was even worse, choking out moans as a thin line of drool formed on the corner of his lips. He was beyond overstimulated, yet he demanded for more.

His cries of “More! Please! More!” rang out into the forest, and for the whole afternoon, you obliged, fucking him till his throat was raw and his brains were a puddle in his head.

[kit-williams]

Beauty in the eye

Yandere Emperor's Children

This could be seen as an OC but I'm doing my best with this x reader (please someone tell me if it's working) ((or would it better to switch to you vs she))

tw: Yandere, nudity? body horror? dubious consent? Its slannesh time again, Emperor's children ((Also please let me know if I miss some I'm trying my best to warn ya'll ))

The moans that drifted around the room. The white marble against the gold filigree and royal purple fabrics. As men, women, and everything in between experienced the ecstasy of Slannesh. Palion Hiss ran his tongue against the exposed spine of one of his devotees. Their moans and shrieks of pain fluttered about his gallery as he was searching for a new piece.

Oh how bored he was with all the smooth shapes... the only thing that could stimulate his eyes were the way the silken fabrics would pool and wrinkle... the pulsing bloody forms of peeled flesh. The way thrown paint would chaotically splatter against the wall. It's all because he had gotten a new muse.

He tossed the devotee to the side ignoring the shriek of pain and the way they thrashed in agony. His eyes roamed over the undressed shapes before his muse walked in. Covered in a dark blue robe with a hood and wearing a white porcelain mask. He painted the red lips and applied the delicate blush.

He could see her eyes dart over the sea of bodies and shy away as one thrashing body gets too close. White gloves cover her hands... every inch of skin covered... he knew her feet were bare but the length of the robes.... hid it all from their eyes. Palion bit his bottom lip watching her eyes shy away from the more lurid acts going on in his gallery. It made his tongue tie knots on itself with how shy she would be.

She walked closer to his throne as she held a tray with food for him and drugs. Hmm he's sure he ordered that ages ago... no wonder he was bored he had been out of his muse's light for so long. How he watches, clawed fingers just idly playing with his long silver locks, her move closer and waits. He'd have to train her more... doesn't she realize that she can just walk up to him climb into his lap even he wants her to be his muse. A jerk of his chin as his eyes flick over to a cacophony of sounds for a moment as her voice is nearly drowned out by it. "Forgive my delay my lord... I was... um kept."

Palion felt his jaw tense. Did someone touch something that was his?! She was his muse, would one of his brothers dare even touch her. "Explain now." He said far too gruffly as he watched the tray start to shake.

"I had... I had to take the long way back. I don't know who they were but... they just were harassing me and trying to pull off my mask." Her meek voice sings to him of fear and shame.

"One of my brothers?" He sees her hesitate, his tongue rolls the drug laced food inside of his mouth. His muse experiences far many more luxuries than any of these drugged out devotees or playthings and one such luxury is her being allowed to hesitate, "Pretty little muse... you'll be safe with me. You just have to only move your head yes or no..." He watched her slowly nod. His hand gently grabbed her chin as he placed a chaste kiss on the porcelain forehead leaving a ghost of purple lipstick on the smooth material. "I'll take care of it... and of course you."

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Perfect bodies move all around you. Perfect breasts... waists that are attractive... muscles that run over the body... literally everyone in this room is a work of art. All in the throws of pleasure or pain. Perfect flesh being flayed from a body... the perfect face of pleasure as someone else is fucked dumb... even the ones you think have overdosed lay there looking perfect.

Your skin itches and buzzes as you feel so out of place... you're horribly imperfect as you stand besides Master Palion's throne as he eats and drinks with a bored look on his face. He looks so perfect... everything is perfect. You rapidly blink away the tears as you look down at the floor. You're still upset about earlier... about someone trying to touch your mask... trying to see your face. You're too ugly to be here!

"My muse?" You heard Palion's voice as your head snaps up in worry. Did you breathe too loudly? Did you let out a sad whimper? You can't stop the tremor of fear as he looks at you concerned. He has been a good master but he is in the depths of the Prince's embrace... you're use to masters like that being unpredictable... its how you had gotten disfigured.

"Master?" You whisper softly.

"EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!" He suddenly snarls slamming his hands on the marble arms of the throne and you bow as you go to scurry off but he points at you muttering, "Stay."

It's quiet... saved for the dripping of blood and wine as you follow that perfect stride of his. The way his silver hair sways back and forth like a silken furred tail. You hate it here. You hate having Slanneshi masters... it makes you feel so hideous.

You whimper as your feet leave the bare marble floors and you find yourself sinking into a sea of plushness. Yet you know the bed is firm just you have your own little plush space on his bed. You hear the lock of the door as you roll over and hide your face into a pillow.

"My muse. Look at me." You shake your head at that request. You can picture his worried face... he's too pretty to look upset its why you can't look at him. "Why not?"

"I'm so hideous master! Why do you let me look at you!" You finally start to sob. The bed moves as you try to hide your face more but he calls you his little doll for a reason. He pulls your gloves off delicately... your flesh trembling under his touch as he rubs your left hand. You slap his perfect chest and try to get out of his grip. The blessed and damned mask on your face makes getting oxygen in for your temper tantrum hard. Your robes are the next thing to go.

His hands move over your left side no mater how hard you try to slap his hands away as you shriek at him to stop. You sob as he moans and kisses your ruined flesh. His long forked dark purple tongue works its way into the spider web patterning of your burned flesh. You can feel his hard cock against you and being the brat that you feel like right now you kick it hard.

He moans in rapturous delight as the heel of your foot dug into the sensitive flesh. "My beloved muse... let me see your face!" He moans as you just sob and cover your eyes not being able to handle the way he looks at you. You cry more as he crawls over you, rutting against you, "Mmmm feel what you do to me. Let me see your face my muse! I know you've locked away your beauty... I am but a groveling mortal unable to handle basking in your grace all the time... but please let me just gaze upon your beauty. Let my muse grace me with her smile... let her grace me with her beauty!" He sings to you as you sniffle under him.

When you gently press against his chest he moves back watching with such reverence as you sit up and just gently touch your mask. "I can't... I'm so hideous." You sob out.

"Then let me take it off of you my goddess. " He all but moans out as you sit there and nod. The manic reverent look in his eyes makes you squirm as he pulls the mask away. The entire left side of your face... acid and flames burnt your skin... most of your left arm... your left breast... lucky for you your leg was spared but you have been burnt. Your left eyelid droops slightly as you look at the perfect angel... you run a hand over the bald spots on the left half of your scalp and the sad patches of hair that try to grow through the ruined skin.

You avert your gaze feeling embarrassed at the way he goes to touch himself... lewdly moaning as he pleasures himself to you simply sitting there. It doesn't take too long before you feel warmth spray against your skin as he paints patches of your skin white. "Stop... please stop." You sob.

"Why?"

"I'm hideous."

"If you think that... " He says pushing you onto your back as he looms over you and his eyes glow a purplish-pink from this angle. "It means I haven't worshiped you enough recently. Oh my poor little muse no wonder you weren't having fun at the party or trying to distract me. I can tell you're feeling self conscious. Let me worship you. Not anyone gets my cum little muse. And I have so much to give you. So... will you let me worship you?"

You feel your breath shutter at the intensity of his gaze just like the first time you two met... you whimper softly, "Yes." You say and wrap your arms around his neck as he greedily goes for a kiss... and the hours- no days blend together as he worships you.

[dovahkinniez]

Can you do a NSFW alphabet for Cicero? I love your writing 💕

` 𖤓 . . . NSFW ALPHABET: CICERO.

Thank you very very much!!

Remember as always, most likely not proofread so if any mistakes please make a note of it and I will change it. :p

18+ only. Sexual content ahead, minors dni!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You've seen how well he takes care of the Night Mother. Don't expect any less for his beloved listener. He will worship the ground you walk on, kisses along your skin, gently washing you, he does your hair how you like it, he even has special creams and lotions made (by himself) for you, which he uses during these types of times of intimacy. He's so devoted and sweet.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: his hands. They're very talent in more ways than one and his longer fingers are quite useful. If you get what I'm saying. ;)

Yours: everything. Your body, your voice, the way you breathe. Literally everything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lol. He's a dirty bastard, just like when it comes to blood, he likes it messy. The clean up job after sex is seen as a job. He loves to prove to you how you make him feel, and he does. Very well.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's stolen items of yours over time, even way before you two were a thing. You realised you were missing underwear more and more, Cicero loves to quickly swipe them when you aren't looking and uses them as material to pleasure himself with. As I said, he's been doing this for ages now. So he won't tell you because then you'll realise how long.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I'd say half n half. He's not had sex with a village full of people but he definitely has more than two on his body count. He has quirks and a unique way of showing love sexually so 'do they know what they're doing' is down to you and if you like the way he does it. But he does, he's a devoted pleaser - with an abstract form of love.

(Does that even make sense??)

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Any is fair game, as long as you're comfortable he's good to go. He does like missionary because he likes to have his hands and lips all over you, he's also a biter and a choker so he likes access to your neck and chest.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Goofy in his own way. He's weird, we know this. His version of dirty talk isn't the usual but it's still so good. I think because of his unserious nature this man can shock you with his ability to use his jester-ish ways in a sexual context in an actual sexy way.

(I seriously don't know how to word this any other way)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don't see him as a hairy person at all. I see Cicero to have very sparse hair, his skin is always silky smooth. So even if he wanted the carpet to match the drapes he doesn't have a lot of luck in that area.

As for you, this man believes you are a literal god(dess), he doesn't give a flying fuck. As long as he can touch and please you, he doesn't care.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Yes and no. He's fun. He's not too romantic but he's fun! He likes to bite, grab, squeeze, have you as close to him as possible. He's definitely a spitter too, he finds that intimate.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yeah, a lot. He's always ready for you. Hence why he steals your items a lot. If he can't have you, he'll just think of you instead. He's definitely a frustrated masturbator, he's needy and needs more, so he often asks you to help him because his imagination alone doesn't always replicate reality, obviously.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blood: we saw this coming. He loves it. Whether it's yours, his, someone else's. He doesn't care. Lick it off him, he's harder than dragon bones. Definitely the type to consume each others as a sign of devotion too.

Knife: once again. We knew. He's always so gentle because he doesn't want to scar you. No, he couldn't do that to you. Its his job to protect you from real damage do he'd never be the one to do it. But he does like to especially hold it to your throat as he fucks you from behind, telling you that you're his. And his only.

Body worship: will literally go from head to toe, kisses, licks, bites. The lot. His hands all over you. Spending time to literally worshipping your body. He loves giving you full body massages, hearing you groan out as his hands works on your skin literally makes him sick with lust.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. This man is feral. He'd fuck you in front of the whole tavern if you'd let him. He has no shame. But he loves to do it in the bath, he loves the wet skin to skin contact.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Show him your ass and he's on his knees ready. That's all. That explains it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing where he really hurts you, as I mentioned. Against what others believe, all because of what he's like with others, he treats you completely different.

To him you're like porcelain and he'd do anything to protect you, even from himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Call me disgusting because he's the type to say, 'a period stops nothing but a sentence' type. If he wants to eat it he will. LMFAO. but in general, he loves it both ways. Loves to go for hours down on you, rubbing himself against the mattress to try and gain friction as he works his mouth on you.

He loves to push your head down, he loves to hear you gargle and choke on him. He doesn't last long when you do it, he whines and his legs shake because he's very sensitive.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Cicero.. slow? No. He's fast, he's rough but he's loving. The type to press kisses all over you as he literally fucks you into the mattress.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Lol I think he'd love them. Fooling around when you probably shouldn't be. It's like a game to him. See who can make who cum first, see if you get caught this time. He finds it fun.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's down to experiment everything. He's a curious person and is willing to give anything a go.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lots. He lasts not soo long. As I said, he's sensitive but he can go quite a few rounds. He's a bundle of nerves and excitement so he recovers faster than most.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I think, yeah, he'd have them, to use on you and himself. It's all about pleasure and if he can amplify that pleasure for you both, he will.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very. In a cruel way too. He will leave you hanging all day to finish what he started in the morning just to say he's too tired on a night to then have his hands playing with you as you try and sleep. He loves to ignore you as you hint until you're literally begging. But when you turn the tables he's a little whiny bitch.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's loud, he moans and whines and groans and grunts. Everything. Especially when you suck him off. He cant contain it, you don't want him too either. He's definitely had to stuff something in his mouth before to shut him up.

W = Wild Card

He'd watch Nazir fuck you if you and he were both willing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Around 7 (maybe +) inches and pretty thin, pink too xoxo. He's one of those skinny guys with the third leg that shocks you when you first see it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Its high, a real dirty mf.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep much so no, it'd take him awhile to go sleep after.

[merrivia]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damen stops and checks for what Laurent wants:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So why do people think this then?

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

Which still is all categorically not rape.

So again, where does this come from?

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

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

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

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

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

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

[enigmatist17]

Part 1 - AU where Angel comes to help Spike after he escapes from the Initiative

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Buffy and Riley didn't notice as Cordelia slowly closed her phone and stood, one hand nervously swiping some imaginary strands of hair from her eyes.

"Cordelia? Is something the matter?" Wesley asks, currently bouncing back and forth between research texts with Giles.

"Um...Riley, is it?" Buffy and Riley look up from their conversation, the soldier a bit confused by the woman he'd only met a few days ago looking at him with concern? Disgust?

"Yes ma'am, how can I help?"

"You uh, wow you're really just like cardboard." Cordelia shook her head, and pressed on before he could express his offense. "So fun fact, Angel's coming, and you need to stick close to Buffy because he's totally going to rip your throat out if you piss him off." She finished with a grin, the room going silent as everyone stared at Cordelia and Riley.

"On a level of general irritation to dealing with Wolfram, how angry are we talking?" Wesley asked suspiciously as Giles headed for his defense stores.

"Like Doyle... like Doyle angry." Cordelia gripped her phone for a moment as her voice trembled before shaking her head. "Says he wants to talk, but you know how temperamental he can be."

"You're being nicer than usual."

"You got here fast." Wesley swallows thickly, the sight of Angel practically materializing in Giles' kitchen making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. "Is Sp-"

"Yes." The answer is more a growl than an actual response, and his eyes scan the room before fixating on Riley.

"We are talking, right?" Buffy had moved between the two men, and for a moment the two lock eyes before Angel shrugs, crossing his arms.

"You know Hos- the guy who escaped?" Riley bit his tongue, watching eyes colder than anything he'd ever experienced in training lock onto him.

"What did you do to him."

"Me? Nothing." Riley winced as he stumbled over his words, extremely uncomfortable that the vampire could probably hear the beating of his heart increasing as those eyes just stared.

"You should tell him." Buffy's voice is light, but both men are well aware that she's stamping down as much of her frustration as possible, so Angel slowly uncrosses his arms.

"Buffy I can't just tell one of them-"

"What can't you tell little old me?" Angel's lip twitched in a barely repressed snarl, and before Riley could move for the pistol strapped to his thigh, someone loudly cleared their throat.

"As much as I am loving this whole macho manly man dick measuring contest, we need to play nice now." Cordelia gives her brightest smile as all eyes shoot to her, and Angel to everyone's chagrin looks embarrassed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as Giles barely hides his chuckle with a forced cough.

"Man, I need some popcorn." All eyes turn toward the now open door as Xander walks in, freezing in place with Willow curiously peeking from behind his shoulder.

"Hey guys, welcome to the shit show." The two finished entering Giles' home as Riley sits back down with Buffy, constantly looking toward the far corner of the room, where Angel had joined Wesley to quietly murmur about something.

"Nice to see Deadboy hasn't really changed." Xander, helpful as ever quipped, earning an annoyed look from the vampire in question. "But Cordy, you look..."

"Amazing? I know." The brunette smiled, and despite their rocky departure, it's not long before she draws him to the couch to catch him up on everything she's done in L.A.

"H-Hi Angel, hi Wesley." Turning to his left, Angel is surprised to see Willow standing near his side, trying to look at the book they were rifling through.

"Hello Willow." The aspiring witch gave a smile, and her hands fiddle with a small pouch.

"Pleasure to see you again." The former Watcher gave a small bow and looked at what was in her hands. "May we help you with something?"

"I uh, I can help you." Willow held out the pouch, and Angel carefully accepted it with a raised eyebrow. "I um, I read up about vampires who get hurt, o-or starved, because that's what Spike is like right now? So, I found these different herbs and stuff, a-and if you mix it in the blood you give him, it should help accelerate his healing."

"You did this for him?" Angel is surprised as he opens it, seeing varying bags filled with dried powders labeled for a feeding schedule.

"I may not like him, n-not that it's like a bad thing, but no one deserves to be starved, you know?"

"...thank you, this is very sweet of you." Angel's praise was soft, making Willow blush a little bit, and he gently reached out to squeeze her shoulder.

"L-Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

"Will do." He nodded, and Willow wandered off to join Xander on the couch.

"She's still such a lovely girl." Wesley hummed, glancing down at his books.

"That she is." Angel shook the bag before closing it back up, stowing it in his breast pocket for later. "Was Cordy really worried that I was going to hurt the kid?"

"Well, yes?" Wesley coughed, avoiding his gaze. "Angel, may I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." Angel leaned against the closest wall with his arms crossed.

"You hate Spike, don't you?" Wesley began cautiously, heart thudding in his chest as he kept his gaze away. "You're quite upset with his state however, helping him despite the fact he nearly tried to kill you, so I must ask...why?"

"Hate is not the word I'd use." Angel sighed, closing his eyes briefly as Wesley watched without a word. "As much as he's done a lot to cause pain and irritation, Spike is family, the blood we share supersedes everything. I can't explain it in ways you'd understand, but he's a childe of mine, and I just...have to help."

"I'd say I understand, but for the most part I don't." The former Watcher winced as he scrambled for the right words. "You know I follow where you lead."

"I know, and I really can't thank you both for leaving everything to come with." Angel gave him a small smile, missing the look of surprise from Buffy across the room.

"Speaking of Mr. Hair dye, what are we going to do with him?" Cordelia asked, the conversation with Xander and Willow having trailed off as both men looked over. "I mean, I don't think we can exactly leave him here, not with the government doing all their...wait, what are you doing anyways?" Cordelia looked behind her, Riley once again squirming in discomfort.

"We -" He glanced over at Buffy, who just squeezed his hand. "I can't disclose government information to civilians."

"We don't need a whole dossier." Angel crossed his arms, his words twinged with a growl that had everyone sitting up a but straighter. "What. Do. You. People. Do."

"Learn about the enemy." Riley's response is terse, and he's trained his gaze on the floor.

The silence could cut through steel.

"By any means necessary, right?" Willow crossed her arms as Giles did the same. "That's horrible."

"I just help keep the peace."

"By hunting down demons for capture." Angel filled in the blanks, rather unimpressed.

"...that's the crux of it."

The silence dominates once more.

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The sounds of the shower alert Angel Spike is once again awake when he returns shortly before dawn, the older drawing curtains closed to make sure the main area was kept from the sun. His jacket is slung over the back of the couch, the torn duster carefully spread over the coffee table and cleaned at the least, judging by some blood-soaked gauze tossed to the side. Angel scoops up the trash and tosses it before going to the half-emptied duffle from earlier, pulling out the several types of sewing kits and varying thread he'd scooped up earlier to place them beside the familiar jacket.

"Reckon I can fix it."

"Most likely." There's a small grunt of acknowledgment as Spike retreats back into the bedroom, Angel moving to get himself a mug and Spike two of blood. The powder Willow had given him mixed in with ease, and by the time Spike returned with clothes that shouldn't have been loose, Angel is offering his mug.

"Cheers." Spike raised in before his face changed with a slight wince, looking down at the blood in hesitation before bringing the cup to his lips and taking a large sip. Whatever reservations there could have faded when Spike chugs, reaching for the second mug before he has enough time to set down the first.

"Ease up, I'm not cleaning up vomit." Angel rolls his eyes when the other gives a grumpy growl, but slows down as his grandsire scoops up the empty mug and takes it to the sink.

"Dunno what's in this, tastes bloody amazin'." The smaller man hums, one hand snatching Angel's jacket and draping it over himself like a blanket.

"Healing powder, though I don't think it tastes like anything." Spike grumbles something he can't quite hear, but a quick peek shows that the other keeps drinking. "Do you need more?"

"No, likely going to be sick if I do." Spike is lying, he could drink for days, but his stomach decides it doesn't want to listen as it roils at the first decent meal in ages. "Bloody soldiers."

"I met one, dating Buffy of all people." Angel tries to not sound irritated, but Spike giggles. "He hasn't said much. Yet."

"You'll make him sing, peaches." Spike sets the mostly drained cup on the coffee table before tucking his legs underneath the coat.

He's so bloody tired.

"I know I will." Angel isn't much warmer than he is, Spike's mind supplies, but it feels like the arm that magically appears around his shoulder is as warm as the sun. "You need to rest."

"Can't, not for long." Spike mumbles, rubbing his cheek against Angel's shirt unconsciously. "They'll find me..."

"No, they won't." The pompous voice is so soft, so gentle, and Spike wonders what he's done to deserve it. "You can rest, I'll be on the lookout."

"You can't lookout for shit." Spike tries to keep his eyes open, but the task is herculean.

"I'll get by." There is the soft voice again, and now a hand is running through his curly hair. "Sleep."

For once, Spike listens.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Candy Coated [Chapter Five] Happy People [Buddha]

A/n: I apologize that this chapter took forever to put out. I've been juggling stories, so please be patient with me. I'm not going to abandon this. The artwork above was drawn by Somanoko on AO3. You can imagine the reader however you like; this is their version of the reader gifted to me.

Tag list: @useless-potatho, @tojibreedingme, @quinloki, @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova, @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee, @lawlietliet, @69your-best-night-mare69

Warning(s): conflicted emotions, female reader, beanboozled jelly beans.

No Minors Allowed!!

It's a strange sight to behold, witnessing rain in the God Realms. Not because rain is uncommon but because it's something you don't expect to see, not in a place like this; a place sometimes rumored to be flawless. 

Standing inside the temple, looking out at the village, you raise an arm just outside the boundaries of the roof. Cool rain pours onto your skin, inciting goosebumps. You stand there for a moment, enough to reminisce about your former home, then you saunter out into it. Despite how dreary it is, something about the rain soothes you this afternoon.

Is this how I feel? Or how Shaka feels? 

For a week since the unexpected trip to the ghostland, you have experienced a few unexpected emotions swirling around in your body; tranquility, happiness, fondness; the latter you are sure spawns from you. 

It's strange. You are sure the tether is to blame and since these emotions have arisen, you have felt a bit frightened at how much of yourself is being taken over by them. How much of you is left? And is Buddha experiencing the same thing? You honestly have no clue. 

An unexpected light suddenly catches your attention just out of reach. It almost appears to be materializing out of nowhere. Then a flash so bright forces you to cover your eyes. You groan in pain, having to take a minute to rub them before your vision clears, revealing two familiar faces you weren't expecting to see so soon.

"You almost blinded me," you utter. 

Is that flash necessary?

Göll quickly apologizes, but Brunhilde is quick to change the subject. 

"We came to speak to the Buddha about something," Brunhilde answered. "It's an urgent matter."

You hum in response. 

"I think he went somewhere this morning. I haven't seen him all day, but Jataka might know where he went."

"He irritates me. Of course, he isn't around when you need to speak with him. I even told him I'd be coming by soon and to stay here," Brunhilde rambles in annoyance as she taps her foot. 

You wonder what sort of urgent matter she needs to speak to him about. It can't be about the red cord or else she'd include you. 

Though I wonder. 

"Has there been any luck finding Yue-Lao?"

"Unfortunately no," Göll answers. "He doesn't want to be found for some reason. None of the other Chinese deities have even seen him."

You hum. It's strange, but unfortunately, there's nothing you can do. The Valkyries at this point are the only hope you have unless you ask Buddha for help. 

With a deep sigh, you fake a smile. It's disappointing but you understand. 

"I'm sure Shaka will be back soon. We should probably go inside to wait for him."

Brunhilde raises a curious brow but says nothing in response. She and Göll walk with you to the main room where Jataka is waiting. 

"Brunhilde… Göll… It is a pleasure to see you both," he greets with a sincere smile. "Siddhartha went to see a friend, but he should be back soon. If you are busy I can tell him to head over to the arena when he comes back." 

"We'll wait," Brunhilde states. 

Jataka nods in response. 

"I will go get snacks."

Who is this friend that Buddha went to see? You reckon that it's none of your business. 

It doesn't take too long for the easygoing God to return, as his brother had stated. You are sitting on the floor with Göll sharing a treat with her when he leisurely walks him, carrying two packages beneath his arm. His curious eyes look you over, taking in your soaked appearance before he grins; a bar of what appears to be rolled candy rests between his lips. 

"Just in time."

You raise a curious brow, but he doesn't answer. Buddha merely hands you the packages, and before you can question what is inside them, Brunhilde interrupts. 

"I need to speak with you about something urgent."

"I've been here, more or less. I haven't done anything," Buddha remarks. 

Brunhilde sighs in response. 

He's right, but his tone makes him sound guilty. You do not doubt that the Valkyrie has her suspicions. 

"It's about the upcoming meeting."

The meeting? What sort of meeting? You want to know more, but Jataka clears his throat as if to say it's not a good idea. 

"It is best we let them talk in private. Come. We can rest in your room."

"Göll will sit with you," Brunhilde orders. 

The young Valkyrie pouts, but doesn't argue with her. 

You stand and motion for the two to follow you, escorting them to your room. At least you have a moment to see what the two packages Buddha had given to you contain. 

Excitedly you rip into the first one, a squishy package that feels like it has clothes in it. You are in awe that you are right, but more excited that the three outfits inside are beautiful, made of soft cotton that reminds you of the style from Buddha's time. 

"Did he have these made for me?" 

"He did," Jataka answers. "I hope you do not mind. He wanted to give you something more comfortable to wander around in."

You don't mind at all. With a smile, you lay out the clothes on your bed, setting aside one to change into once you are done. The second package contains the candy you asked for a week ago, sealed in a vibrate-colored square box. 

"What is that?" Göll asks in curiosity. 

"It's a game from my time," you answer. "I wanted to show it to Shaka. And maybe play it. The more the merrier." 

Jataka smiles.

"You are thoughtful. Thank you."

Göll nods in agreement.

Both leave shortly after to allow you a chance to change. You do so, hanging up your modern clothes to air dry, then you meet with Göll and Jataka in the hallway, a bit nervous about your new appearance. 

"This look suits you," the ashen-haired male states. 

You are thankful. Perhaps Buddha will like it too. Walking back to the Main Hall, you allow Göll to peek inside. She motions you and Jataka to where Buddha is standing alone. 

"Are we interrupting?" Jataka asks. 

"Where is Hilde?" Göll asks shortly after.

Buddha yawns. 

"She went back already. Bu-chan has a way with words. She's going to need that confidence."

You raise a brow. This must be regarding the meeting. Or perhaps Brunhilde scolded the God. You snort imagining her giving him a piece of her mind, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by the said man. 

"I see the clothes fit. It suits you."

Your face heats up. It's funny. Jataka had said the same thing but coming from Buddha, you are on cloud nine. 

He notices the box in your arms and raises a brow. 

"What's that?"

"The game came in," you answer. "Do you want to play?"

The God nods in reply and sits down. You rest beside him, opening the box as Göll and Jataka do the same. 

You are impressed with how accurate the game is to the original. The square board reminds you of the one used in the game Twister but has an image of a chibi Buddha in the center with the spinner attached to it; around him are the images of ten multicolored jelly beans. The candy in question is inside a small rectangular box that you quickly open. 

"So, how does this work?" Göll asks.

You grin.

"It's simple. You just flick the spinner in the middle and whatever jelly bean it lands on is the one you choose from and eat. There are two variants to each bean." 

"It sounds like there is a catch. Why would there be two?" Jataka asks, raising his brow. 

Buddha snorts and picks up the square board. 

"You ask too many questions. It's just a game."

"Then close your eyes when making a choice," Jataka retorts. 

You raise a brow. Why would he need to do this? As far as you know each bean is identical to its counterpart. 

"I can guide you if you like."

Buddha grins and holds up the board, flicking the spinner with his finger. Around and around it goes, eventually landing on a white bean splashed with yellow. 

You quell the need to groan. 

Waiting for him to close his eyes, you find the bean that matches the one the spinner chose, then you gently open his hand, placing the bean in his palm. Your face turns red in embarrassment as you find the warmth of his skin soothing, so much so, that you frown when he lifts his hand to his mouth and pops in the candy. 

A moment later, his jaw tightens, and his nose wrinkles in disgust.

"W-what's happening?" Göll asks in fear.

"I think he just ate a rotten egg-flavored jelly bean," you answer in pity. "I'm so sorry."

Buddha swallows hard and opens his eyes. 

"Who does this to candy? It's so salty."

"Treats like this are big in my time. Confectioners make them extremely hot, sour, and even with gross flavors," you answer, cracking a grin. 

You take it that he isn't a fan. It's a fun learning experience, regardless. Turning your eyes to Göll, you gesture toward the game, witnessing her tense up. 

"Me? I don't want to go next."

"There's a 50/50 chance you get a good flavor," you point out.

She whines as she takes the board from Buddha. The spinner lands on a light blue jelly bean. With hesitancy, she picks it up and eats it. Immediately, her face softens. 

"That's so good." 

"It's berry blue if I recall," you mention. 

The back of the box has the flavors on them, but you'd rather be in the dark about some of them. 

When it's Jataka's turn, he doesn't hesitate to flick the spinner, landing on a lime green bean. Placing it into his mouth, he immediately grins. 

"It tastes like a pear." 

What are the odds? You accept the board from him, using it to choose a burnt orange colored bean with specks of red on it. 

"I don't remember this one."

Matching the bean to the board, you toss it into your mouth, chewing. Instantly you regret it, having to cover your mouth to keep from splitting it out. The taste of dry, stale fish invades your taste buds.

"That's dead fish," you utter.

Buddha cracks a grin. 

"That bad, huh?"

You nod. He has no idea. 

For an hour the four of you play until there's only a handful of beans left. You had witnessed Göll eat both a skunk spray-flavored bean and one that was meant to be barf-flavored back to back; the former not only affected her but also the room as the odor hung in the air for a short amount of time. 

The luckiest player was Jataka. You aren't sure how he did it, but somehow he managed only to draw a few of the nasty beans. Both you and Buddha were hit and miss, but you suspected this was because you were drawing for him. 

Once the game comes to an end, Göll leaves. Jataka excuses himself to wash out his mouth, leaving you and Buddha alone in silence; the latter picks through the remaining beans, separating them. 

"What are you doing?"

"Putting together a gift for a special someone," he answers with a grin. 

You aren't sure who he's referring to, but what he's doing isn't a great idea. 

"You know some of those might be bad, right?" 

"I know," Buddha retorts. He glances at you with lily patterns in his eyes, offering you a lime green bean. "Trust me."

You do. Without hesitation, you pop the bean into your mouth, humming as the flavor of juicy pear invades your taste buds.

"There's an important meeting coming up soon. I want you to go with me," Buddha mentions. 

You hum. Is this the meeting that Brunhilde came to talk to him about?

"Are you sure? I mean… I don't want to be a dead weight."

Buddha stops a moment and rests his hand on your shoulder. A soothing warmth consumes you. 

"You aren't dead weight." He smiles and motions toward the pile of beans closest to him. "And you're not going to want to miss out on this."

A genuine smile spreads across your face. You suppose so, but only because he invited you to tag along. 

This happiness. It has to be mine, right? 

This reminds you of home. 

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

🗡️ Clipped Wings: Chapter Five

Clipped Wings: After living a life in seclusion due to an over protective father, you sneak away to experience life as it really is. Slowly building up the woman you always wanted to be, your quiet life is interrupted when you meet a rather elastic boy and his crew. This is just the beginning of trouble and your carefully crafted life starts to crumble around you. The past never really stays in the past, and now it has come knocking. In more ways than one.  

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Clumsy Raw Blow Job Scene, RAW.

To Note: Dracule Mihawk x Reader, NAMED!FemReader, Some physical features have been given (hair & eye color).

Word Count: ~2.4k

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“Is it really that unusual?” You questioned while you slowly walked back to your hotel with Mihawk by your side. You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up walking back with him as company but he had mentioned something about the pirates wanting retribution for you stabbing one of their men. Well, no one had attacked you but you sure had some angry men glaring at you as you ignorantly walked away from the tavern lost in your own thoughts.

“Yes,” Mihawk replied, eyeing your scrunched face. He’d notice that you did that when you were thinking hard about something or confused. There were a great many nuances he’d noticed while sitting in your presence, like the way you controlled your facial expressions but not the emotions within your eyes. Or how your eyes sparkled like polished amethyst when you began talking animatedly about an experience you had. Such an unusual woman. Event the most menial of life events seemed to be incredible to you. To live.

“Hmm, but— surely there are others like me who haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing things like going to a market, or picking out your first blade, or even being on a boat.”

“I fear that you are an enigma, Vee,” Mihawk said, further eyeing your confused face. “And I think I would like solve you.”

“How do you do that when not even I can figure that out?” You questioned, toeing a rock out of your way.

“I have my ways,” You snorted at his words and tone, he was so sure of himself. You actually kind of liked that.

“Tell me when you figure me out, then.” You stated wryly before smirking. “I’d sure like to know why I’ve never been kissed before.” A small giggle poured from your lips and you snuck him a glance. “Of course you’re welcome to change that if you wish, but I digress…”

You continued walking as Mihawk came to a standstill, shocked by your candid words. Did you reallynot know who he was?? You’d been offhandedly flirting with him in such a teasing manner since he’d bought you that glass of wine so clearly you had no idea he was a Warlord or a pirate. You weren’t bothered by the massive sword on his back and you’d already called his eyes beautiful. Enigma indeed. There was an air of innocence caused by your lack of life experiences, but behind your violet eyes was a sophisticated well read woman that knew exactly what she was doing. An incredible combination that piqued Mihawk’s attention in more ways than one.

You had made it only a few paces forwards by the time Mihawk started walking once more. His long legs carried his tall frame to you in seconds and with nothing but a light touch upon your wrist he had you spinning around and pressed up against the wall of a nearby building. Your breath caught in your throat when his face was in yours, your noses touching and the rim of his hat sheltering both your faces from the light of the moon. For a moment you wondered if your words had bothered him. So you parted your lips to tell him that he wasn’t inclined to just because you had said so, but the man had already made up his mind.

Taking your chin in hand, Mihawk pulled it up just enough so that your lips brushed and proceeded to swallow the words you were about to speak. You were caught off guard the moment lips met yours and didn’t know what to do, but that didn’t matter because Mihawk was more than happy to be the one in charge. He expected it to be that way. Pushing his lips against yours, Mihawk urged your lips apart further and swept into your mouth with a seductive tongue. You flushed with a tremble, one hand grappling the wall of the building while the other twitched in his grasp.

Your lips were kissed with the gentleness of the sun just barely touching the horizon of a new day, and tongue drawn into a swirling dance. The surprise within you waned and for a few precious moments you found yourself clumsily kissing back. But those precious seconds were all that you had to experience that gentle kiss for the Warlord was soon turning possessive with your lips, ravaging them with a hunger that you couldn’t quite place but were more than welcome to sate.

There was a sting in your bottom lip and your lips parted wider as you softly moaned. Mihawk nipped at your lip again, finding the noise you made sweet and beautiful, and welcoming more from his lips and tongue. He kissed you deeper now, ensuring to imprint the memory of having one of your firsts. Not just anyone could’ve that honor. Mihawk had every intention of pirating a kiss from your lips that you would never forget.

At this rate you wouldn’t be able to get it out of your mind for weeks.

You’d had the misfortune of wandering into a red light district early on in your travels, so you had seen many explicit things that had made your cheeks flush with embarrassment then. Luckily a few sex workers had hustled your naive person off the streets and into their personal living quarters to ensure that you wouldn’t be taken advantage of. You’d gotten the lecture of the birds and the bees, and had witnessed many sexual actions on accident. But not a kiss like this.

With possession build upon a gentleness that made you truly enjoy kissing someone for the first time. You certainly liked the heat you could keep from his body and especially enjoyed the way his neatly trimmed facial hair scraped your cheeks. Even the grasp upon your wrist was migrating to your palm, pressing into your flesh and pulling your body further against Mihawk’s. You sighed against his warm lips and your eyelashes fluttered. To kiss someone was really quite nice. You were beginning to feel lightheaded and your chest was hurting when your lips finally broke apart.

You stared at Mihawk with wide eyed and labored breaths for several seconds, reveling in his beautiful yellow gaze. How could it be that the intimacy you’d gone your entire life not knowing its comforting and bedeviled touch, was something so sweet and warming you felt like you would wither without?

“Well that’s one unknown down,” You murmured to yourself, your eyebrows scrunching slightly. Mihawk’s own rose at your comment. “Thank you, that is a curiosity that I no longer have to wonder about.”

“I think I am beginning to think you are not nearly as complex as you think yourself to be,” Mihawk spoke, observing your flushed face and swelled lips. Ah to taste them whenever he wished so would be a dream. You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes.

“I am not that simple,” You argued back, nose scrunching. “And I doubt that you can figure me out just by kissing me. It’s a technicality, that doesn’t count as there are many other things my body hasn’t experienced before. You can’t solve a puzzle with only one piece,” You boldly stated before slipping free from his grasp and continuing your way to your hotel room. It wasn’t far, perhaps a few more doors down. A thought popped into your head. “Of course you’re also welcome to change that,” You called with a laugh, digging the hotel key out of your pocket. You had the door to your room halfway open when you got your answer.

Mihawk, tempted by your complete and utter mysteriousness and intrigue, hadn’t taken long to consider your words. He’d already indulged himself in your lips, why not the rest of you? He was a possessive man and liked the idea of having yet another one of your firsts. So following in your footsteps, he easily caught up to you and placed it hand upon your waist. In one smooth push he had you spinning around while stepping into your hotel room and shutting the door behind him. When your world stopped moving, your back was pressed the door. Mihawk was standing in front of you, eyes staring intently into yours.

“Very well little one,” The seductive drawl of the man made a shiver run up your spine and in the back of your mind, a flickering thought resonated: perhaps you had finally gotten yourself into something you might not be able to handle.

Mihawk had gotten you down onto your knees, looking up at him with the most innocent yet devilish eyes he’d ever seen. How could one so untouched look as impish as you? He desired that innocence and planned on ruining it with his own twisted pleasure. He was a decidedly selfish man that liked to live his life the way he saw fit and dining upon such untouched flesh would be an absolute delicacy. But first he wanted to see what that mouth of yours could do for after he had partaken in your lips, they were swelled and further inviting.

Your fingers traced the dip along his pants as you admired the tone of his muscles. Clearly he spent a great time tending to his physical condition. A lingering thought of wanting to trace each line with your finger overtook your conscious. Would the rest of his body look just as refined and cared for? Long fingers lifted your gaze to that of Mihawk, who had his eyebrow raised.

“Distracted already, little bird?” Your cheeks warmed and your lashes fluttered.

“You have very nice muscles,” You blurted out. “And since when am I not allowed to appreciate that?”Amusement flickered through Mihawk’s eyes.

“Since I gave you an order,” The look on his face made a shiver run down your spine, but not a bad one. Your fingers deftly unraveled the belt buckle at his waist and when your fingers brushed finely trimmed hair your body finally caught up to the situation you were in. Heat boiled beneath your skin as Mihawk dragged his fingers along your cheek, ultimately sliding them into your hair. “Your mouth is sharp and quick witted, let’s see if it has any other uses. Pleasure me with it.”

You obediently did as he asked, your fingers pulled his pants down until fingertips brushed neatly trimmed hair. You didn’t pause nor did your eyes stray from his as you stroked warm taut skin. In all honesty, you might have stumbled upon intimate actions on Gliss Island, but you still felt naive and unsure of your actions. That, however, didn’t stop you from lowering your gaze to Mihawk’s cock and gently taking it in hand. You copied the actions of the woman and men you’d seen doing (because you’d been skirted off to a private room by some very concerned sex workers) and felt the fingers in your hair curl.

It was apparent that he was waiting for your mouth, but your hand was soft and touch silken light… and you were clearly fascinated by what your own actions caused. Mihawk drew his thumb along the curve of your jaw while you continued to stroke him, marveling at how his cock reacted to your simple touch. It was rather addicting to have such control. On impulse you leaned down and pressed your lips against the side of the head. A soft sigh departed Mihawk’s lips from the beautiful warmth of your lips and bunched more of your hair within his grasp.

Your lips tantalized the swordsman, running up and down his length with the occasional dart of tongue. You may be inexperienced in many a thing, but you were a rather quick learner with a devilish tongue. Clumsy your tongue may be, but its touch and heat was more than enough to give Mihawk the pleasure he sought. Then you parted your lips and tentatively bobbed your mouth over the tip. This time a beautiful moan slipped passed the man’s lips and you found that you liked that sound very much. So the next time you pushed your head down further, trying to relax your throat from Mihawk’s impressive girth.

“It seems you are a woman of many talents little bird,” Mihawk drew out, fingers clenching around midnight strands and tugging them. The sounds coming from your mouth made your cheeks flush, for it sounded lewd and rather wet. But you didn’t even have the time to take in that when on the next bomb of your head he pushed your head down until you fully took him down your throat. You choked and gagged, your free hand landing on Mihawk’s thigh when your eyes watered. For a moment you thought to pull back and glare, but the sweet and deep moan that graced your ears was hypnotizing.

Well, you did glance up but not to glare. The moment your amethyst eyes caught sight of the exquisite look upon his face. Mihawk’s pretty eyes were gone from view, but his head was tilted back in and the picture of ecstasy was painted ever so beautifully across his features. Pleasure was a stunning experience you were definitely adding to your collection of firsts. Sucking a little harder, the grip on your hair became painful and his hips began bucking up, pushing his cock to the back of your throat every time your head bobbed.

Your mouth was an intense warmth and source of pleasure that toppled Mihawk over the cusp of organ and it washed through his body in an electric twist. A surge of heat flooded your own throat and you almost choked on it as his seed poured down your throat. Not knowing what else to do, you swallowed, feeling that burn carry over to your belly and remain.  You were more than just lightheaded now, now your body throbbed in need and you tumbled backwards.

Falling back onto your rump, Mihawk’s cock slipped from your lips and you heaved in heavy breaths. Your face was flushed and blistered with heat. Your eyes were round and shimmering. And your mind was spinning in circles like a hurricane. Pleasure was so delicious to give. But what did it feel like to receive? Mihawk’s own glimmering gaze was fixated on you with such intensity that you knew you wouldn’t not be leaving this room without finding out. You were an innocent indulgence that he was going to have all to himself for the night, and that pleased him greatly.

Date Published: 10/21/23

Last Edit: 10/21/23

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[maikingsenseofit]

Debunking common anti Maiko arguments - Nightmares and Daydreams

Not much of a preamble here so I’ll basically launch right into it. This is an argument I’ve seen OVER and OVER again, in which in the “Nightmares and Daydreams” episode of Avatar, Mai suggesting that they order servants around shows that “Mai truly does not know Zuko and that he wouldn’t be comforted by ordering servants around.” And this therefore proves that Mai doesn’t fundamentally understand Zuko as a person - so there relationship was superficial and lacked emotional intimacy - and so on and so forth.

I honestly think there isn’t much analysis here. Let’s once again take a look at the CANON material to debunk this claim - similar to how I did it with the whole seashells argument.

There is no doubt that Zuko is experiencing moral and emotional turmoil when he returns to the fire nation. Yes he was exposed to the daily lives of those who are not fire nation royalty. Yes he sees just how much the fire nation impacted their colonies. Yes he’s on his journey to understand why he fundamentally disagrees with his dad.

But let’s not forget that while experiencing this turmoil - he is still shown to enjoy the perks and comforts of being a prince.

Example 1:

Zuko looks at the towels for a moment and takes one. He is seen wiping his forehead before walking out of the room. The two servants bow behind him. - The Official Transcript

Then on the way to Mai’s house - he is offered a ride on the palanquin. At first he shows hesitation, but then he smiles, basking in the attention of being a fire nation prince, and takes the palanquin ride to Mai’s house despite it being 10 steps away - which Mai sees.

Keep in mind that he didn’t have to take the palanquin. No one forced him. He refused offers from the servants for a hot massage. Yet there are some perks and pleasures that come with being royalty - and Zuko enjoys them and finds comfort in them.

Case in point: when Zuko happily obliged to Mai’s request for fruit tarts by asking the servants to make them - which once again Mai sees first hand.

Zuko Tell me, if you could have anything you want right now, what would it be?

Mai Hm ... A big fancy fruit tart, with rose petals on top.

Zuko You know, being a prince and all, I might just be able to make that happen.

Mai [Chuckles.] That would be impressive.

Zuko [To the servants.] Do you think you could find a fresh fruit tart for the lady, with rose petals on top?

Servant Excellent choice, sir.

Once again - Mai is not privy to the extent of the emotional or moral turmoil that Zuko is undergoing. She knows that he is unhappy, confused, and angry at himself when he’s back at the fire nation - but she doesn’t know why. But she is shown to understand what he needs. She is not an Iroh - who can say exactly what he needs to hear or guide him on the right path. She is a teenage girl from another broken home who was never taught what love truly means. She was taught to restrain herself and her emotions. But when Zuko needs comfort the most - she provides it for him by attesting that despite all the things she doesn’t care for - she cares for him. She becomes emotionally vulnerable in front of Azula to comfort Zuko amidst his difficult times. And yes, In this example on The Beach - Zuko is shown to be comforted and cared for her by her words.

Zuko [Close-up.] Because I'm confused. Because I'm not sure I know the difference between right and wrong anymore.

Azula You're pathetic.

Mai [View from behind Zuko.] I know one thing I care about. [Walks up to Zuko. Frontal view.] I care about you. [They kiss.]

Look at what Azula says right before. Mai knows that Zuko suffered constant and endless harassment and abuse from his sister and father. From the creators themselves:

“She’s known Zuko her whole life. She knows his life has been intense” - Bryan and Mike, The Beach Commentary

Yet shes the only one from his old life, other than Iroh, that shows unwavering and unconditional support to him. Like @thethiefandtheairbender said, “Mai gives Zuko a reason to love the home that spurned him.”

So back to the Nightmares and Daydreams episode. Mai’s immediate thought is to cheer Zuko up with something that gave him comfort five minutes before.

When that doesn’t work, we see Mai’s unemotional facade break down. She knows that this is something he has to figure out on his own. Her face shows pure empathy, that he must be going through something very troubling. But she doesn’t force him to stay with her. She gives him space to come to terms with his own emotions. She doesn’t stick by him or force him to cheer up after she sees her methods DIDNT work. She doesn’t get frustrated. She feels empathy for him.

And then antis claim that Mai bringing up the whole war meeting was a way to make light of Zuko’s trauma or that she didn’t want him to ruin their happy mood. Yet they conveniently forget that Mai waited outside for the entire duration of the war meeting for Zuko - and immediately asks him how it went - ensuring that things didn’t transpire the way it did at the last war meeting. For them, it’s impossible to see that what Mai said was a matter of true concern for Zuko’s safety. But her actions prove otherwise.

Zuko chooses to spend the night at Mai’s house. He finds comfort in her company. He’s no stranger to shutting down or shutting people out when he’s experiencing emotional angst or turmoil. He’s done it countless times to Iroh in Ba Sing Se. Instead of being anxious by himself, he chooses to stay with Mai. Because she provides him comfort - no matter how small. And he celebrates the small victories with her too. He turns to Mai immediately when he hears the news that he’s invited to the meeting. They both share a smile - and Mai once again proves the unconditional support she has for the boy who has been constantly spurned by the people that should love him.

And to provide an even more salient counter argument to “Mai shutting down Zuko when he’s trying to explain his “life story to her” - Mai listens to Zuko unwaveringly while he explains how during the meeting, he was the perfect fire nation prince but he wasn’t himself. She doesn’t cut him off out of boredom. She doesn’t shut down his emotions or tells him to feel a way he shouldn’t. After the Beach episode, she learns to listen to him - proving her character development. She’s engaged, she’s listening. She is once again - supporting Zuko throughout his emotional turmoil.

I will never understand the argument that Zuko’s relationship with Mai represents a regression because he wasn’t being himself when he was in the fire nation. Let’s get a couple of things straight. Zuko had to return to the fire nation to truly confirm for himself that he was making the right decision. But the fire nation will always be Zuko’s home. That is why he is coronated as the fire lord at the end. Throughout season 3, Mai experiences Zuko’s good, bad, and ugly. He never once put up a facade around her. She experienced everything - the emotional turmoil, the parts where he pretended to be the perfect prince, the part where he truly loved spending time with her. And not once did she stop loving him - the only thing she did was hold him accountable when he was acting like an ass. Mai was there for Zuko when no one else from his old life was. And if their relationship was a regression - then why did the creators have Mai stand up against Azula and everything she knew her whole life - for Zuko and his mission? That argument would make sense if there was no episode called The Boiling Rock. But rather, the creators did a brilliant job showing Mai and Zuko loving each other BEFORE his redemption and AFTER his redemption. That Love isn’t conditional based on someone’s morality or redeemable actions. That people who have experienced trauma and turbulent upbringings deserve to love and be loved at the end of the day.

MIC DROP!

[wolfsclothing6]

It’s a little late, but here’s a story for Halloween, hope you guys like it. Will try to post some more spooky themed stuff this month!

Alex took a step towards his friend. He watched as their pecs continued to grow bigger and slowly covered with a dense forest of hair. They used to be jet black only minutes ago, but now they were all turning grey and losing their color. He still couldn’t believe it was really happening, but he couldn’t deny it was turning him on like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Seeing the two of them grow more sexy by the minute. He wanted so much to touch him, twist his big, juicy nips and have Carl do the same to him. To smell and taste all that manly sweat covering his body and that massive load he’d just smeared all over his belly and chest. Alex felt his husband’s hand caressing his bulging jockstrap and found himself instinctively thrusting his hips against Carl’s firm palm. The surge of overwhelming, electric pleasure spreading from his groin nearly made him lose it, but at the last moment Alex managed to pull back.

“Fuck… Carl… you have to fight this… this isn’t you, you’ve got to remember! It’s that fucking costume!”

It wasn’t easy to bring himself to stop, all that salt and pepper fur on his hus- no, Carl wasn’t his husband, only a friend, nothing more. He had to remember that. But it was so difficult to keep track of what was real and what was not while looking at him. He wanted so much for the two of them to fuck, like he could have sworn they had fucked so many times before, every single night since the one they met. Alex watched as his friend squeezed out a large, glistening bead of precum onto his finger and gave it a taste, instantly he heard the creaking sound of leather as his cock grew harder and stretched his tight jockstrap to its limit. No, it didn’t just grow harder, Alex knew that it had actually gotten bigger, permanently, so much bigger… a massive, fucking fuckstick… perfect to plow that hairy fucker’s ho-

Suddenly Alex heard the sound of his apartment’s door slamming behind his back and found himself sprinting outside. He knew that if he’d stayed in there even a moment longer he and Carl would have been fucking on the floor like a pair of wild animals by now. He couldn’t bear leaving his friend like this, part because his cock was still painfully throbbing with a nearly uncontrollable need and his whole body was screaming at him to turn back, but also because if it wasn’t for Carl, it would have been him in that apartment, mindlessly jerking off and not remembering who he used to be anymore.

It couldn’t have been more than half an hour ago, they were about to head out to the costume party at their friend’s place. Carl had just came over and was changing in the bathroom while he was flicking through the television channels when suddenly something really odd appeared on one of them. It was some gay fetish porno, two bearded men, dressed from head to toe in leather fucking each other in a sling. Anyone’s normal reaction would be to instantly switch it off in disgust and start wondering how the hell something like that could have ended up being aired on a popular tv station in the middle of the day. However his course of action was much different, Alex didn’t register anything strange going on. It all seemed like a perfectly normal thing to be found on tv and for him to watch. Even more, it seemed like one of his very favourite type of things to watch. Alex wasted no time unzipping his fly and hauling out his erect cock. Within seconds he was so enthralled by the two furry bears going at each other on the screen that he completely failed to notice when the pair of jeans he’d put on under his fake chaps had completely disappeared. Shortly followed by his shirt, and his entire costume slowly transitioning from the cheap looking, synthetic material to real leather, that made him feel like he’d been wearing it for years.

Alex was furiously pumping his cock and tugging on his nips, only seconds away from unloading his balls all over himself when Carl stepped out of the bathroom and screamed. That was enough to pull him back to reality. After sitting completely frozen for what felt like an eternity and taking in what just happened Alex instantly let go off his cock, jumped up and switched off the tv. All while frantically attempting to tuck his erect member back into the skimpy, leather jockstrap that unexpectedly appeared in place of his underwear. In a mixture of shock, confusion and embarrassment Alex didn’t offer Carl even a single word of explanation and simply ran towards his room while simultaneously attempting to strip all that perverted, faggy shit off his body.

However he experienced an even bigger shock when he opened his closet doors and discovered that all of his clothes were gone. Every last thing in there had been replaced by some form of fetish gear, as if he’d never worn anything but that in his life. All the shelves were packed with black leather and rubber. Even the pair of shorts and his shirt that he forgot about and left lying beside his bed were now a black, studded jockstrap and a harness. The bed… that was gone too, and in its place some strange, leather hammock was hanging by the chains from the ceiling. It all felt like some fucked up dream, Alex watched as his whole room was shifting right in front of his eyes. All the college textbooks and fantasy novels vanished off his shelves and in their place he found a massive collection of gay porn movies featuring countless bears and leathermen. Alex turned around expecting to see the poster with a scantily clad girl from one of the video games he’d played recently but instead it was some completely naked, bearded guy.

Not just some guy, Alex realized. The man was a fucking legend, hottest fucker that ever lived, he had every last one of his videos on that shelf behind him. Oh, the times he came watching them, or even this poster alone. It might have been just a still picture he had up there for years, but it never failed to get him rock hard. That beefy barrel chest covered with a real jungle of salt and pepper fur, the short, fat cigar sticking out of his goatee, and those massive, juicy nips that he always played around with in his videos. But what made it the hottest for Alex was that hungry, teasing look on his face, especially knowing that in private the man was a complete, cock-hungry bottom. If only he could get him into that sling… they would be fucking for hours.

Alex groaned, feeling his cock starting to throb inside his hand, he wasn’t sure when was it that he’d started jacking off, but he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. Not until he released that massive load that laid there, pent up inside his balls. Feeling that he was close, he licked his lips and looked down on his cock. Instantly, his hand stopped moving and let go of it.

What the fuck… what the fuck was he doing? What the fuck had happened to him? To his cock?! It was so much bigger now and had some huge, metal ring piercing its tip. And his previously smooth and slender body was now filling up with muscles, two big, meaty pecs and a flat, firm gut were growing larger before his eyes and covering with dense, dark hair. Alex could see how his treasure trail was creeping upwards from his crotch, sprouting thicker and spreading in every direction. He barely stifled a moan when his cock throbbed and he realized just how much watching all of that was turning him on.

It was that fucking costume! He didn’t know how, but that had to be it… Even though he took most of it off, it was all back on his body again. Alex wanted to do it again, but he was afraid to move even a muscle. Before he was so horny and so close to cumming, and seeing his body change, grow even hotter, only brought him closer to the edge. There was so much pressure built up inside his cock, it was constantly throbbing on its own and refused to grow even a little softer, even despite the absolute terror he was experiencing. Subconsciously Alex knew that he couldn’t allow himself to cum, no matter how much he wanted to and how good it would have felt, and in only a few moments he was going to find out why.

“Oh god… Alex… please help…”

He heard something between a long, deep moan and a cry for help. It was Carl, was the same thing happening to him too? Alex tried not to think about how turned on he was at the prospect of that and hurried outside of his room. He found his friend lying on the floor with his back against the wall, his hand furiously sliding up and down his enormous, leaking member. Carl was even further gone than him. So big, beefy and muscular, his chest sprouting with tons of salt and pepper fur. Alex ran up here to help, but now he was afraid to step any closer, unsure of what he might do. Especially after seeing his husbear’s bare furry thighs, displayed invitingly like this. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist burying his fuckstick right inside Carl’s needy, sweaty hole. No, that’s not… Alex shook his head, his string of thoughts interrupted by another moan coming from his friend’s mouth.

“I… I can’t stop… my arm… it just won’t… when I saw you in there I got so fucking horny… and now… oh… oh fuck… nooooo… please…”

Alex watched as Carl’s arm suddenly stopped moving and his fingers gripped his cock so impossibly hard its head turned completely purple. And then, before he even knew what was going on, a massive torrent of cum exploded everywhere. It seemed that his cock would never stop unleashing more of the milky ropes of cum against his chest as Carl’s face went from looking terrified to experiencing pure ecstasy. When his orgasm died down, none of that inner struggle had remained. He simply smiled and started rubbing his enormous load into his fur while attempting to lick up that lone strand of cum which shot all the way to his moustache.

The whole scene looked so unbelievably hot that even now as Alex made his way across the city he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to fuck Carl’s mouth and shoot his thick load all over his face. In his head he remembered doing it to him countless times already, but thankfully the further away he was getting from his apartment, the easier it seemed to remember that none of that had ever really happened. His head was clearing up, more of the things were starting to make sense. Or perhaps he was now starting to realize how little of it made any sense really.

How just a day before Halloween one of his friend had texted him about this costume party he never announced before. How he’d said they should get them from this small shop that neither of them had ever heard of, and how they went there without giving it a second thought. And finally how they both thought it was a brilliant idea when its creepy looking owner suggested they should dress up as a pair of muscular leather daddies for the party.

Alex knew that he had to get there quickly, it was already starting to get dark outside. He would have liked to think that this change was only something temporary, something that would be gone in the morning. But after seeing what happened to his place, to his friend, Alex had a feeling that wasn’t very likely. The way Carl began to act, so much of it seemed like the old him, but some parts were definitely changed, moved, and it all added up to him becoming this horny, gay, hypersexual pervert. Alex knew that there was one inside him too, perhaps even kinkier and more intense than the one who resided inside his friend, and he was making his way towards the surface too.

He could already feel his influence. When he first left his apartment Alex was so worried about how people would react once they saw him on the street. His bare, furry chest, his massive package barely contained by that tight jockstrap and his furry asscheeks, completely in the open thanks to his chaps. He was afraid of everyone’s shocked and outraged faces once they saw him strutting through the streets, but he discovered that they only turned him on instead. His new body was so hot, so big and muscular, with tons of fur and a huge, fat dick swinging between his legs, he simply couldn’t resist showing it off. A couple of times Alex nearly forgot himself as he passed by some of the particularly hot looking men and found himself giving his bulging package a squeeze to make sure they didn’t miss it. He could see from their reactions that if he were to follow his instincts and drag them into a nearby dark alley to claim their asses, they wouldn’t resist too much.

But he did. Fueled by the hope that he could somehow stop this and get himself turned back to normal, Alex chased away all of those perverted thoughts the moment they appeared inside his head. Even if it was difficult to remember who was it that he wanted to be turned back into, difficult to think of Carl as anyone other than his husbear who was waiting for him back at home with his needy, furry hole ready to take his cock. Alex still had hope that he could somehow fix all of this and have it be nothing more than just a really fucked up bad dream tomorrow. A hope that came crashing down the moment he finally made it to the shop and saw that it was already closed.

He didn’t have a watch but he knew that he couldn’t have been more than only a couple minutes late. Still, the door was already locked and all the lights inside the shop turned off. For a couple moments Alex stood perfectly still in front of the shop’s large front window and studied his reflection. He looked like he was already in his fifties by now, his beard was completely grey and there was something tattooed on his chest and for the love of god, he couldn’t remember ever looking any different than this. But as much as he was tempted to, he wasn’t going to give up, not yet.

Alex was ready to start banging on the door, maybe even trying to kick it down if needed and if that didn’t work, he could always break the shop’s window and get inside through there. But before he had a chance to start, his attention was diverted by a series of deep, rhythmic moans coming from a nearby alley. Without thinking about it he walked around the corner and saw two short, really old and very fat looking men having sex. One was leaning against the wall and smoking a wooden pipe while receiving a blowjob, its stem was nearly completely obscured by his enormous, luxuriant moustache, entirely white just like the few, scarce short hairs on his balding head. He was the source of all the lustful moans that echoed against the alley’s walls.

It was hard not to get aroused watching him completely losing himself in pleasure. Faint, grey billows of smoke kept on rising from his open mouth and nostrils as his forehead and pudgy cheeks glistened with perspiration. One hand caressing his round, jutting belly while the other rested on the back of his lover’s head. With its front pressed closely against the standing man’s crotch, and the rest covered by both his hand and protruding belly, not much of it was visible to Alex. Other than the crown of white hair on his head and the few, hairy rolls of fat that peeked out above the collar at the back of his neck. However the man’s entire form had to be at least equal if not even bigger in size to his lover. Both of their expensive looking suits appeared to be perfectly tailored to accentuate every curve on their fat bodies.

Alex was completely mesmerized by what he was seeing, so much in fact that before long any thoughts about getting back inside that shop were gone from his mind. He found himself standing in that same spot and gently caressing his own throbbing bulge while fantasizing about the kneeling man’s massive ass.

“Mmmm… enjoying the show my dear?”

Having been noticed didn’t put off Alex at all and only made him grope himself in an even more obvious and lewd manner. The man didn’t seem to mind the attention either, on the contrary, he smiled in a kinky and inviting manner and gestured for Alex to come closer.

“Am I correct to assume that you are here to return your costume my dear?”

Alex gasped, oh god, how could he let himself forget again?! Just a second ago he was practically ready to join the two of them if that was what he asked for. Even now all his memories were so fuzzy, and he couldn’t exactly figure out why the thought of having a wank out in the public seemed to be appalling him out of the sudden but he still remembered about the shop, about there being someone he had to help.

“I’m afraid we are all out of luck my friend. Could you believe that this nasty fellow wouldn’t let us inside the shop even though we got there before he closed it down completely? He simply said that if we wanted to return anything we should show up tomorrow and disappeared into thin air!”

The man paused for a moment and Alex watched as some semblance of confusion appeared on his face, it seemed like he was trying to think of something. Alex could have sworn that his hand rather than caressing the sparse hair on the back of his lover’s head was now desperately trying to shove it away. But as if sensing what was happening the kneeling man began working his cock with such intensity that before he had a chance to do anything he was reduced to moaning and writhing in uncontrollable pleasure. A second later it was as if nothing had ever happened.

“I’m sure you can imagine how upset and disappointed we were. Fortunately my loyal butler William always knows how to cheer me up. I assure you my dear friend, there is no worry that this nimble tongue of his can’t take care of.”

Alex didn’t know what to think, how to react. He was so mentally exhausted from everything that was happening. One moment he knew that there was something wrong going on, but the other everything seemed to be perfectly fine. And what that old man was saying, he saw with his own eyes that it was a lie too, but it still sounded so tempting, and he wanted it all to be over already…

“What do you say my dear? Afterwards you and your friend could join us for the party at our mansion. I assure you, we will have even more fun back there.”

The party? His friend? What was he… Suddenly Alex felt a hand pressing against his chest, it was slowly making its way towards one of his nipples. There was someone behind him. Alex instantly turned around and before his mind even registered what he was seeing, he found his cock uncontrollably shooting out jets of precum right into his jockstrap.

It was Carl, and he was looking even hotter than when he last saw him. Even beefier in all the right places, his broad chest… his massive, muscular arms… And that fur Alex loved so much had grown even thicker. When Carl pulled him into a kiss he couldn’t muster up even a smallest bit of resistance, but it wasn’t like he was planning on doing that anyway. The moment he saw his husbear standing in front of him controlling this overwhelming need to fuck and go wild which he’d been trying to suppress all evening became impossible. Carl was simply too hot and he was way too horny.

He was now hungrily exploring his lover’s body, feeling up his ass and sliding a finger up his wet hole. Twisting his nips while rubbing their throbbing, leaking cocks against each other. Sifting through the dense fur on his husbear’s chest with his fingers while tasting his lips and tonguefucking his mouth. It all, even the musky, masculine smell that filled his nostrils, seemed like things that he was only now experiencing for the very first time even if he knew that they had been together for so many years already.

If he wasn’t being consumed by completely uncontrollable lust that would have alarmed Alex, just like that thought he had when he felt someone swallowing his cock, but now that his mind was overflowing with pleasure that radiated from his crotch and he couldn’t even recall it. Alex always made the cocksuckers work for his load, but resisting this one was impossible. The way he effortlessly swallowed his massive fuckstick whole and worked it with his tongue or sucked on ballsack was something Alex had never experienced before. And the orgasm he was soon experiencing was even more intense than anticipated, if not for his husbear holding him down while his moan died in his throat, he would have undoubtedly collapsed to his knees from the sheer force of it.

Almost a full minute later William was still eagerly swallowing the last drops of cum oozing out of his cock, the load had been so massive it seemed like he’d been saving it for weeks and it certainly felt like it too.

“So what do you say my friends? Will you take me up on my offer? We could all have a truly splendid time, especially once we get to exploring the dungeons with some of the less suspecting guests.”

The old man smiled and unbuttoned his shirt a little, showing off a broad leather harness stretched over his chest. Alex looked at Carl and knew right away that his answer was identical to his.

“Fuck! Sounds fucking hot to me, and after we’re done my huz will have to get a cocksucking lesson from his horny slut right here too.”

Alex said while slapping William in the face with his still half-hard cock. Fuck yeah, this was going to be the best halloween party he’s ever been to.