#my fanics

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Orc boyfriend head canons

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of war, mentions of hunting, brief mention of blood.

Minors Don't Interact!

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Big scary orc boyfriend whose taken down dire wolves with his bare hands terrified by a little mouse. His tiny human lover has to catch the mouse and put it outside while he freaks out.

He'll give you all the kisses in the world after that praising you for being so brave.

May or may not give thanks by burying his face between your legs for a few hours.

He likes bring you back his trophys of war and hunting, he knows he doesn't have anything to prove but he still likes showing off to you.

Loves rubbing his tusks against you while cuddling in bed. Heart eyes and smitten if you kiss his tusks.

Would die on the spot if he saw you wearing only pelts from animals he killed. Run back to that bed or else your getting railed on the closest surface he can find.

Is ok with doing you in front of all his friends but if your not comfortable with it he won't push the topic at all. He respects your choices

Will try to take you hunting though, mostly so he can show off but it's also a bonding experience for him.

Likes picking you up and puting you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes with his hand on your ass. He'll walk around your home and even outside if you let him.

He thinks putting a bear pelt down in front of the fire place with a couple of bottles of mead is the most romantic thing in the world and will pull this move any time he feels romantical or if you need a night of pampering.

He also thinks battling side to side covered in your enemy's blood is just as romantic.

Lord this man is bad at reading, he's more a himbo type. Sit on his lap and read out loud to him he will absolutely love it. His arms will wrap around you holding you close as you read to him. Better yet let him use your lap as a pillow while you read to him.

If you have hair long enough please let him brush and braid it he loves it. Do the same to him he finds it intimate and rather romantic.

Oh boy oh boy ask him about his scars and his tattoos, he'll spend hours telling you about them in great details.

In his mind your alredy married but if you explain to him you want a wedding he will be more than happy to listen to how you would want it and try to get as close to that as possible. He's going to go all out for the wedding sex too.

He has a tattoo in honor of you. May have more than one.

Would be so happy if you got a tattoo that had to do with him but wouldn't be disappointed if you didn't.

If you have any pets he treats them like their your children.

Will bread you in hopes of having your kids even if it's impossible for number of reason's. Still fun to pretend.

[duskandcobalt]

DRESS

Elain buys a dress with the sole intention of getting Azriel to take it off of her. Antics ensue. Things get slutty.

Based on Taylor Swift's 'Dress'. 6.1k words?? lmao

The second instalment in my Inspired by Music One-Shot Series :)

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Shameless smut, baby babyyyy! (18+ pls)

Taylor Swift, I'm so sorry I used your song to write about Elain and Azriel getting down and dirty but that's just how life goes.

Elain knew her plan had worked when those hazel eyes surreptitiously slid over her body for the fifth time that night.

No one else would’ve noticed the way Azriel drank her in, his eyes lingering for only a couple beats before his attention was back on the conversation at hand. But Elain noticed each and every time - felt the heat of  his gaze seep through her, warming her very blood. She could almost feel the way his hands would trace over her curves if they were alone in this room, if he could lay her out on this table and take her the way she so desperately craved.

They were always careful - allowed themselves polite niceties and friendly smiles so as to maintain some level of normalcy but that was it, that was all they’d let their friends and family see. 

The heated glances, the stolen touches when no one else was paying attention - that was just for them. The time they had begun spending away from the others, in his room or hers, shrouded in his shadows to mask sounds and scent - that too, was theirs alone. 

But tonight, there was something different in the air between them. Something more intense. 

This was dangerous territory and Elain was walking a very, very fine line. 

…

It all started a week ago when she’d gone shopping with Nesta and had stumbled upon a dress. Elain had circled back to it three times as she paced the shop floor, tracing her finger over the delicate fabric before Nesta was at her side. “Just try it on, for Cauldron’s sake.”

“You don’t think it’s too… much ?” Elain questioned, nose wrinkling as she turned to face her older sister. 

“I think you could pull it off.” Nesta shrugged, pulling it from the rack and handing it to Elain. Before Elain could argue back, the shopkeeper seemingly appeared from thin air to lead her towards a fitting room at the back of the small store. 

Elain blushed as she turned towards the mirror and took in her reflection. 

The dress was stunning, different to what she usually wore but it somehow still felt like her. It wasn’t anything that would raise eyebrows in the Night Court but it was certainly something that she never would’ve even considered wearing as a human. Would’ve thought it to be entirely too scandalous. 

The sleeves were crafted from a delicate lace that clung to her arms, the corset of the top scooped much lower than she was used to and the way it was structured pushed her breasts right up, supporting them in a way that made her cleavage appear rounder and firmer than she’d ever thought possible. The bodice underneath the cups of the corset was sheer and fabricated from the same lace as the sleeves, hinting at the skin of her rib cage, the small of her waist. From there, the skirt of the dress fell all the way to the floor. The exquisite silk was cut close to her body and draped across her hips in a way that highlighted her generous, soft curves. 

The cherry on top, the reason it had caught her eye in the first place, was that the garment just so happened to be the exact shade of the siphons that graced her lover’s body.

It was this last factor, coupled with the image of those siphoned hands undoing the laces at the back of the corset, that had her swallowing her nerves and walking out of the store with a new gown in hand.

She hung it carefully in her wardrobe and every single time she looked at it for that entire week, every time she touched the cobalt blue fabric,  Elain saw his face. Imagined how her Shadowsinger would react to seeing her in it. Over the days, those little daydreams formulated into a full blown plan in her head for exactly how she wanted the night to end when she wore it to family dinner that weekend.

What Elain failed to remember, however, is that when he saw her, they wouldn’t be alone. So while her sisters and friends all complimented her new dress, all she got that night when Azriel walked in the house and finally got his first glimpse of her, was a slight widening of his eyes and the quickest flash of his perfect teeth as they raked over his bottom lip. 

It wasn’t quite what she’d imagined but it was enough to ignite a spark in her. 

To make her brazen. 

To make her want to play. 

Elain squared her shoulders and enacted her plan - made sure to walk slowly and swish her hips a little more than usual. Made sure her backside just barely brushed against his finely tailored black slacks  as she passed between him and Cassian on her way to her seat. She strategically sat across from him, purposefully stood and leaned over the table to reach for a dish - presenting him with a clear view down the top of her new dress.

She knew he had picked up on the game she was playing but she also knew how fiercely competitive Azriel could be. So stubborn that he refused to give her any more than those split second searing gazes that were driving her crazy. Gazes that had her pining for more, desperate for his attention. 

She’d have to play dirty to get the reaction she wanted. 

… 

All rational thought evaded her as she decided to push him further.

Elain held back a grin as she slid a foot out of her slipper, sinking lower into her chair feigning being so full that she couldn’t possibly sit upright any longer. She extended her leg until her toes found their target… and then she watched, utterly delighted, as Azriel froze at the slow drag of her bare foot up his calf. 

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t dare look at her, as she continued moving up, her foot grazing his knee, traveling higher and higher up his muscled thigh until she pressed gently against the front of his trousers. The corner of her mouth curved up when she felt just how efficiently her plan tonight had worked because despite his cool demeanor, every hard inch of him strained against the expensive fabric of his pants.

Before she could make her next move, two things happened in rapid succession.

First, Azriel’s hand wrapped firmly around her foot, his thumb pressing hard into the arch of it. 

A half a second later, the unmistakable scent of his arousal flooded the dining room. His control on his shadows seemingly faltering enough that they no longer concealed his scent. 

“What the fuck , man?” Cassian groaned, setting down the forkful of mashed potatoes that had been halfway to his mouth. He turned to face the Shadowsinger, a scowl on his face. 

“The food isn’t that good, Azriel.” Mor added, chuckling behind her wine glass. 

Every eye was on Azriel - everyone waiting for an explanation, pure amusement written on each of their beautiful faces. Everyone except Rhysand, whose eyes were fixed on Elain instead. 

She quickly wiped the smirk off her face and willed her cheeks not to brighten, schooling her expression into one of indifference as she looked away from her brother-in-law. She couldn’t give him reason to suspect anything was going on between herself and Azriel, not when she knew very well that he was the reason they’d been sneaking around in the first place.  It was all very hard to do when she was still keenly aware of Azriel’s hand wrapped around her foot, his thumb now tracing the sensitive arch. He knew how ticklish she was.

“You’re one to talk, Cassian. Do you want me to tell everyone what was going on in the dining room at the House of Wind during Nesta’s probation period?” Azriel rolled his eyes, no hint of what was going on under the table in his expression. No hint of embarrassment or shame anywhere to be seen as he cracked a joke.

A distraction tactic… and a very effective one at that. Laughter filled the room.

“Leave me out of this.” Nesta cut in, eyes glimmering as she peaked at Cassian who was looking back at her, a sly grin replacing his scowl as they both recalled whatever had happened at the House of Wind. 

Based on the way their scents were now mixing with Azriel’s, Elain wasn’t sure she wanted to know. 

“Oh my god.” Feyre chimed in from the head of the table once the scent of Nesta and Cassian floated over to her. Her head fell into her hands. “What the hell is going on tonight?!” 

Every eye previously on Azriel turned to Feyre, all of them giving her the same look - one that conveyed that she should be the last to complain. 

How many times had they all been subjected to the scent of her and Rhys over the past few years? 

“Okay, okay.” She blushed, immediately catching on.  “Forget I said anything.” 

That was the distraction needed for Rhys to finally look away from Elain, his inquisitive gaze softening as he gave Feyre a cunning smile. 

“This isn’t the first time someone’s gotten worked up at dinner and it won’t be the last.” Amren said finally, twisting a ruby ring around her finger. “Let’s just all say a prayer for whichever of his many secret lovers is on Azriel’s mind tonight. Mother only knows what he has in store for them.” “My money’s on that female from Day Court - she couldn’t take her eyes off of  him the last time we were there.” Cassian spoke up, pure mischief in his eyes. 

“I bet it’s one of the priestesses from training. I’ve heard the things they say about him when they think I’m not listening.” Mor argued.

“Oh!” Nesta exclaimed. “Cass mentioned something about two friends that look like twins in Winter Court… or maybe there were actually twins… are you partial to taking two people to bed at once, Az?”

Elain considered throwing a fork at her sister.

On and on it went, every one chiming in on which secret lover was the object of Azriel’s desire tonight along with speculations about what exactly he’d be doing to them.

Elain burned with jealousy, trying hard not to picture all of these mystery females that her male was supposedly seeing. But while she sat with the smallest hint of a frown on her lips, Azriel was smiling and laughing as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

Asshole. 

Elain pulled her foot out of his grasp, slid it back into her shoe and then abruptly stood and made her way to the kitchen. She’d heard enough.

She was midway through angrily wiping down the kitchen benchtop when a shadow twisted up her arm, floating along her shoulder before caressing her ear. 

Jealous, my love?

Elain huffed, scrubbing the already spotless benchtop with even more fervor. 

She tries to ignore the message from the mischievous little shadow but then it leaves her ear, trails down her throat and drifts across her breasts. 

She brushes it away, her scalp tingling at that phantom touch. “Tell your master his presence is required in my room after dinner.” 

… 

Elain stares at the door of her bedroom for what feels like hours waiting for the handle to twist, waiting for the object of her jealousy, the object of her desire, to walk in. In reality, it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes since everyone had either left the house or gone off to their own rooms. She’s just about to surrender herself to the fact that maybe he wouldn’t come, that she’d done all of this for nothing, when a mass of shadows slides under her door and stops in a cloud just two small steps away from her feet. 

One shadow escapes from the huddle, trailing up her body just as before until it’s by her ear. 

Come.

She knew immediately what she was being asked to do and a shiver of excitement coursed through her even as she hesitated. She’d only done this once before, Truth Teller firmly in her grasp as Azriel’s shadows carried her to put an end to the King of Hybern. 

Elain took a deep breath, steeling herself before she stepped forward into the gathering of shadows. 

Icy air drew chills from her body as her stomach plunged, the sensation of falling through space overtaking her as everything went black. She supposed this would’ve been terrifying if she didn’t trust him so innately. 

She fell for just a few moments before her slippered feet landed on a plush rug. The darkness faded, the shadows leaving her to slip back to the Spymaster that was standing across the room from her. 

Elain didn’t look at him for longer than it took to acknowledge that he was in fact there before her eyes scanned her new location. 

The room was just a bit smaller than her own bedchamber - the view from the window to the left of her hinted that they were on the third or fourth floor of a building overlooking the river.

It was too well kept to be a room in an inn. Perhaps an apartment?

The space was sparse - a large simple bed covered in soft white linen, a tall mirror, an armchair, and a wardrobe were the only pieces of furniture. There were no decorative items, nothing to hint that anyone actually occupied the space. 

When Elain finally gave in and looked at Azriel, he was staring right back at her. She knew he would be - her skin may as well have been on fire with the way she was burning under his gaze.

“Is this where you bring all your lovers?” She broke the silence. She kept her voice steady, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing a single ounce of what she actually felt. Even the way she stood, completely relaxed, feigned indifference. 

Azriel chuckled, slowly crossing the room until he stood inches from her. “Just the one.” 

She swallowed, her heart thumping in her chest. He was so close and the way he was looking at her…  all she wanted was to touch him. But she couldn’t give in. Not yet. She refused to make it so easy for him.

“What game is this, Elain?” She could feel the bass of his voice in her bones. Both hated and loved the way her world stopped whenever he said her name like that.

Elain couldn’t take it. Two more seconds of this searing eye contact and she wouldn’t be able to hold back. Wouldn’t be able to stop from falling to her knees and reaching for his belt. 

“Where are we?” She ignored his question. 

“Investment property.” Azriel shrugged as if it was nothing, as if he had more important things to discuss. “In between tenants at the moment so I thought we could take advantage.” 

The mischievous look he gave her while his thumb grazed his lower lip made her head spin.

She tore her gaze away from those lips and turned away from him, found the mirror across the bed and walked towards it. Watched through the reflection the way his eyes shamelessly fell to her backside. 

“Do you like my dress?” She skimmed her hands innocently down the sheer corset covering her waist, over the swell of her hips. 

She knew his weaknesses - knew that he had a particular soft spot for the generous curves of her thighs, her ass. 

“I think you know I do.” Azriel’s eyes darkened as they followed the path her fingers traced over her body.  She’s sure he marks the slight tremble in her hands. The physical manifestation of her anticipation.

“Do I? You never said anything… even Cassian said I looked ravishing.” Elain smirks at the flash of jealousy that appears on his face for a split second at the mention of his brother’s name.

“I thought you felt just how much I liked your dress when you pulled your little stunt at dinner.” He gives her a pointed look before his eyes slowly rake over her. He takes his time surveying every little detail, something he didn’t have the leisure of doing before. 

Azriel steps forward until he’s right behind her, placing his hands on her hips, over her own hands. He leans down until his lips are at her ear. “You are devastating, Elain. Absolutely, devastatingly beautiful.”

Elain’s eyes flutter shut as she leans back into him until her head falls gently against his chest, breathing deeply as she tries to remember what her plan had been. 

“I bought it for you, you know.” The words leave her in a whisper as his lips ghost over her neck.

“Is that so?” He straightens, resting his chin on the top of her head. 

“It’s the same colour as your siphons.” Elain pulls her hands from under his to trace the glowing cobalt siphons strapped to his wrists. 

“And when I tried it on, I pictured your siphons… your hands…” Her fingers delicately run over the raised scars on his hands. Scars that he once couldn’t bear to look at until she came along and called them beautiful. “I thought of how much I wanted you to take this dress off of me at the end of the night.”

Elain hears him groan. Feels the way that groan rumbles through his chest. Relishes in the way his cock hardens against her lower back when he presses his hips against her. 

She bites down on her lower lip, holding back a moan of her own at the feeling.

“Take it off me, Azriel.”

Elain thought he’d make quick work of getting her out of the dress once those words had left her lips but she should’ve known better. Should’ve known this little game between them wasn’t anywhere near over. 

Azriel’s hands move at a glacial pace.

They drift from her hips up to her waist, fingertips skimming over the sheer lace of the corset, over the sensitive skin of her ribcage 

She shivers as his thumb brushes over a spot right in between her ribs, on her sternum. Over the dark violet mark on her otherwise pale skin. 

“I could see this the entire night which means everyone else could too.” Azriel remarks, his eyes still on hers.

She’d been aware of this - that this secret mark was visible even through her dress. The visual evidence of exactly where his lips and tongue had been a week ago on display for all to see. It should’ve been gone by now, with her quick healing skin. But Elain had taken to pressing her own fingers against the mark each night since, pain fading into pleasure as she recalled just how she’d come by it in the first place. She wanted that indentation of him on her skin forever. 

“Seems like you were determined to take all sorts of risks tonight.” He whispers into her hair as his hands continue to travel up until they’re over the cups of the corset. One finger traces where the structured silk neckline meets the tender skin of her breasts before his large fingers splay over her, squeezing gently. His thumbs drag over peaked nipples and then his hands are gone from her entirely - leaving her heavy and aching. 

She opens her mouth to protest when he takes half a step back but then his hands are back on her. One hand caressing the back of her neck before moving down the bare skin at the top of her spine. The other hand finds its home on the curve of her backside where he squeezes. Hard.

Then finally, finally , his hands meet at the small of her back, where the ribbons of her corset had been tied into a neat bow. 

Azriel’s head dips down - his lips settle at the junction of her jaw and neck as he tugs on the ribbon, undoes the bow. 

He does it all with careful attention, delicately uncrossing and pulling ribbon from grommets, his fingertips and knuckles leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever they graze her bare back. 

“Let’s see what’s underneath this dress, shall we?” He mutters against her jaw, his eyes once again meeting hers. 

He says it like it’s the first time. As if he’s never seen her undressed before. As if he hasn’t studied every part of her body in intimate detail time and time again. 

Azriel pulls the sides of the corset apart, runs his hands up her back to meet where the sleeves start at the very corner of her shoulders and then he slowly pulls them down her arms. Elain’s breath hitches. The sensation of cool air hitting her overheated skin with each bit of her that he reveals is almost too much to bear. 

When he helps her slip her arms out of the sleeves, when the top of the dress falls to her waist, her breasts dropping back to their natural position - no longer held up by the structured boning - she glances at him. The slightest bit of insecurity settles in her stomach at the difference between how her breasts had looked a second ago to how they look now. Without the corset they settle into a bell shape, the roundness of them more evident at the bottom of her breasts than the top.

There’s no disappointment in Azriel’s expression, however -  nothing but clear want and need as his thumbs trace the heavy curve of her lower breasts before coming up to run around and over her rosy nipples. 

When his hands leave her breasts to travel down, to push her dress off completely, she stops him. Turns in his arms and places a hand on his chest, walks him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. Azriel takes her cue, sits down with his legs spread and reaches to pull her in between them. She evades his grasp.

“Elain.” The warning tone in his voice makes her core clench.

Elain fumbles to keep a grasp on the confidence she needs to proceed with the next part of her plan for the night instead of just giving in and letting him have his way with her. She’s pushing his patience but losing her own in the process. 

“Azriel.” She sings his name, taunting him. “Did you really think I’d just let you have me so easily? After I had to listen to everyone talk about all your lovers? All the things you’ve done with them?” 

Elain takes in a shaky breath as her fingers clutch the fabric still settled at her waist, easing it down around her hips. 

“Maybe I should’ve told them about all the things we do. All the things you do to sweet, innocent Elain when we’re alone.” She watches him closely as her dress falls to the floor in a heap. “Maybe I should’ve told them just how much sweet, innocent Elain wanted you to bend her over the table and take her right then and there.” 

Azriel's eyes darken at her words, his pupils completely blown. But his eyes aren’t on her face anymore. They aren’t on her breasts. No… they’re focused solely on the small scrap of satin covering her sex. The underwear that’s the exact same shade of blue as her dress, as his siphons. Except for the slightly darker patch of blue right in between her thighs, where the proof of her arousal has dampened the delicate fabric.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Azriel chokes out, his hands ball into his fists on his lap as if it’s taking every ounce of his strength to not touch her. 

“What?” Elain bites her lip as she toys with the tiny little peach coloured bow on the waistband of her cobalt underwear. “You said you wanted to see what was under my dress… don’t you like your surprise?”

“If I’d known those were hiding under there, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from fucking you on that dining table…  whether anyone was there to see or not.” Azriel presses his palms into his thighs. “Come here.” 

“Not yet, Az.” She shakes her head even if it kills her to do so. 

“Haven’t you drawn this out long enough?” Azriel stands, walks to her, but stops just a couple feet short. “ Come . Here .” 

Elain laughs. 

He's still not getting it. Still not backing down. 

“I should really make you beg.” She raises an eyebrow, spelling out exactly what she wants before turning and walking back towards the mirror. 

Just as before, his eyes fall to her ass. At how little of it her underwear covers.

Elain stops in front of the mirror and carefully undoes her hair. It cascades down her back, so long that the ends stop just a few inches above the small of her back. She trails a hand down her body, over that mark on her sternum,  in between her legs. Azriel goes rigid as he watches two of her fingers trace over the wet patch of satin. 

Elain’s eyes flutter shut. “I should really make you watch as I make myself come.”  

When she opens her eyes again,  Azriel isn’t where she left him. He’s directly behind her. Wings flared out to their full wingspan. And he’s on his knees. 

“What are you - ?” Elain turns quickly to face him, looking down at him as Azriel looks up at her through his long, dark lashes.

His eyes glimmer with challenge even as he’s kneeling before her. 

“You told me to beg.” He says simply, voice dark. “I’m begging.” 

Elain whimpers as Azriel’s hands trace up her legs until they find their place high on the back of her thighs. “Let me taste you, Elain.”

Her hands land in his hair, clutching the strands as he bows lower and places a kiss just above each of her knees. “Please let me taste you.” 

He kisses higher, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. 

“Please let me make you come on my tongue.” His breath is hot, directly over where she’s ready and waiting for him.

She can barely stand still any longer. All she wants is his mouth on her. 

“Do it.”

The words are barely out of her mouth when Azriel’s tongue presses flat to her center, over her underwear. The slide of his tongue over the fabric creates the most sensational friction that her knees threaten to buckle.

Hours… Days…  How long has she been imagining this very moment? 

Azriel pulls her towards him to keep her upright, fingers digging into the back of her thighs so hard that she knows there’ll be marks left when he’s done. The thought of that makes her smile. 

He makes no move to take her underwear off, only pushes the satin to the side before his mouth is directly on her. His nose brushes her clit, his tongue is at her entrance, and Elain is lost to the world. 

Azriel is well practiced in getting what he wants out of her and the anticipation that’s been building all evening, all week, has heightened every single touch. Long, languid swipes of his tongue, a finger stroking that specific spot inside her with just the right pressure, and a gentle run of his teeth over her clit is all it takes before she’s falling apart quicker than either of them would’ve thought possible. 

His mouth stays on her throughout it all, his tongue deep inside her as he takes everything she’s willing to give him. Her hands pull at his hair, his scalp tingles. He wants to live here, between her thighs forever. Every bit of him is consumed by the feel, the smell, the taste of her.

Azriel catches her when her knees actually do give out and she’s unable to hold herself up any longer. He pulls her down to him, wraps her in his arms, strokes her hair. Then once she’s finally caught her breath, when she looks up at him with that blissful expression, he gives her a look that has her heart pounding all over again.

“Hands and knees.” He demands, pulling away from her to stand up. “Face the mirror.”

Elain stares at him for a second before doing exactly as he asked. Shifts shakily until she’s on all fours.

“Did you think I’d let you…” Azriel trails off for a second, momentarily distracted by the view in front of him. He unbuttons his shirt and slips it off his shoulders before continuing. “Did you really think you could tease me all night long and get away with it?”

She looks at him over her shoulder. Takes in the glorious sight of him. All his golden skin and dark tattoos and the occasional scar. She presses her thighs together at the sight of him removing his belt, his trousers. Her mouth waters when his fingers wrap around his cock. 

He walks around her, fist sliding down his length over and over again, until he’s standing in between her and the mirror. His other hand grasps her chin, tilts her face up to look at him. 

“Open.” He keeps his hand on her jaw as she obeys, her lips parting to let him guide himself into her waiting mouth. 

Azriel bites back a moan as she takes his cock. He goes slow at first, pulling out and going back in another inch deeper each time until she’s taking the full length of him in one go. When he pulls out the next time, he pauses for just a second to gather her hair in a fist at the nape of her neck, and then he’s back in her mouth, her nose bumping against his lower stomach with each thrust of him into her mouth and down  her throat. 

“Eyes on me.” His hand taps her cheek the second her eyelids start to close. Elain forces them back open, eyebrows pulling together as she focuses on breathing through her nose, on relaxing her throat enough to take him the way she knows he likes.

Elain loves this. Loves when he fucks her mouth like this. She loves knowing her voice will have a little rasp to it tomorrow because of it, because of him. 

He keeps going until tears are running down her face, doesn’t stop until her nails press firmly into his thigh. 

“Want you in me.” She gasps when he withdraws from her, gulping down air as she looks up at him. 

Azriel nods, lets go of her hair and wipes the tears from under her eyes. He’s made an absolute mess of her.

Elain lowers her upper body to the rug, arches her back  - presents herself to him. Wordlessly telling him how she wants him.

He settles behind her, adjusts her underwear until he can see where she’s unbelievably wet for him. So wet that her inner thighs are glistening with her arousal. He holds her open with one hand, drags his cock along her - the very tip of him bumping her clit once - before he lines himself up at her entrance. 

Azriel fucks her cunt the same way he fucked her mouth. Slowly. Gives her one excruciating inch at a time until she’s stretched enough to take him completely. When he’s inside her fully for the first time, he lowers his body over hers. His back is pressed tight against hers, his lips are against her ear. “I’ve missed you.”

Elain is so overwhelmed from the fullness of him seated so deep inside her coupled with the heaviness of his body on top of hers that she almost weeps at the sincerity of his words. 

I’ve missed you. 

Not “I’ve missed being in you.”

Not “I’ve missed fucking you. ”

But “I’ve missed you.”

“I always miss you.” She replies, lets him hear the sincerity in her voice, too. 

Azriel grips her throat, lifts her head up as he thrusts into her slow but precise. His hand is still around her throat when their eyes meet in the mirror. His chin is hooked on her shoulder. “Watch… watch as I fuck you. See how pretty you look when you take my cock.”

He picks up his pace, the sound of his hips hitting her ass echoes around the room louder and louder with each punishing thrust. Elain tries to hold back the noises that are coming out of her as he angles up, hitting that spot in her that he memorised long ago. 

“Let it out, my love.” His teeth close around her earlobe. “There’s no one to hear you here. Just me.” 

She’ll never get enough of him. Never tire of having him inside her. Each time is euphoric, the feeling of him stretching her, that blissful first few seconds of sweet pain as her body adjusts to the size of him before pure pleasure takes over. She can’t imagine ever going without this, without him. 

“Azriel.” She whispers his name at first, fighting to keep her eyes open and on him. She doesn’t want to miss a moment either. “Azriel, Azriel, Azriel! ”

His name leaves her lips louder each time, the volume of her voice matching the intensity with which he takes her. She can see clearly how it’s affecting him, can see how close he is to finishing. 

The image of them moving together, of him fucking her, has her right on the edge too. 

“With me.” She begs. “Come with me. Come in me. Please.” 

Her knees are burning, the friction of the rug underneath her taking its toll. The burn of it mimics the burn in her core. The release that’s just within her reach.

One more hard thrust is all it takes.

“Azriel.” She breathes as she comes apart. His grip on her throat tightens slightly and her eyes roll back at the lightheadedness that threatens to consume her as she pulses frantically around him.

“You’re the only one, Elain.” He mutters into her shoulder as he comes. His eyes are still fixed on her face as he fills her. “This is all for you.” 

When he pulls out of her, when his hand drops from around her neck, when she feels him drip out of her and down her thighs, Elain whimpers at the emptiness she feels.

She’s barely aware of him sliding her underwear off of her and gathering her in his arms. Only vaguely hears the praise he’s whispering in her ear as he stands up, still holding her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He carries her into an adjoining bathing chamber, helps her into the bath that’s already waiting for them. 

Azriel leans down over the tub, kisses her for the first time that night - for the first time in a week. It’s slow and sweet… almost chaste. The complete opposite of what they just did. Elain savours it, let’s it bring her back to this realm, reacquaints herself with the feel of his lips soft against hers.

“I’ll get us some wine.” He kisses the very corner of her mouth and then disappears for just a minute before he’s back with a bottle and two glasses. He hands her a glass as he climbs in and settles into the water to face her. 

…

Two glasses of Rhys’ good faerie wine is all it takes before Elain is tipsy- wine spilling out of her glass and into the water as Azriel plants kisses all over her face. He can’t keep her hands off of her under the water, grasping and groping her hips, her thighs, her ass. If they keep on like this, there’s no chance she’d be making it home before the sun is up. 

She plants a hand on his chest, playfully pushes him away. She can’t stop giggling. 

“What’s so funny?” He smirks. 

“Just…” She giggles as she blushes, suddenly shy. “Everyone thinks they know us, but they have no idea how… imagine if they had any idea we…” 

“ Fuck? ” Azriel says it for her with a conspiratorial tone, lightly mocking her inability to get the word out herself. His hands grip her tighter as he pulls her on top of him. He draws his knees up and she gasps as the movement shifts her forward, over the hard length of him. “They’d probably think I corrupted you. If they only knew all the filthy things in that head of yours.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Elain coyly downs the rest of her wine, sets the glass down on the floor next to Azriel’s. 

One more time,  she tells herself.

Her hands move under the surface of the water, positioning him where she needs him before she lowers herself down. “I’m leaving after this.”

“Whatever you say, my love.” Azriel replies before his lips close around her breast.

[toadshusbandry]

We have a small pond in the backyard and it's that time of year when frogs/toads defrost and decide to hang out everywhere.

I took a couple shot for every amphibian lover. Some of them are blurry. I was 100% leaning over the water with my phone hoping my core strenght was enough to not send me sleeping with the fishes.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being the oldest sibling among the Todoroki siblings, family.

Imagine being the oldest, as well as the older twin sibling of Touya, who possess greater fire flames than your so-called father. You, on the other hand, possess greater ice cold than your mother. And yet, despite the capabilities, your father could only see Touya. Maybe because ice could never beat fire, he never took interest of you.

Imagine the feeling of relief within yourself upon it wasn't you who was suffering, it wasn't you who was suffering and being brainwashed under the guidance of your father when it comes to making thr next number one hero that might surpasses All Might. And yet, as that feeling of relief grew stronger. The small flame of regret and guilt starts to spark deep inside your heart whenever you would hear your twin, Touya cries at night.

Imagine you get along really well with your siblings and respect... Somehow, still respect your parents. After all, you were young. You don't have that much age gap with your young siblings. Everything was just fine until Shoto was born and Touya started getting burns.

Imagine, unlike any other nights were Touya cried on Natsu's shoulder. Nothing was the night, where he cried on his bed of your shared room with him. "Touya." You called him as you heard a sniff. "You know.." You turn to your side to face his bed. "You don't have to do what Father wants you to do." Imagine the moment of silence after that. "It's okay to do what you want."

Imagine the way you stare at the burning forest right in front of you. You way you stood there on the ground unmoving. Unable to hear the cry of agony of your mother, the worried and urgent voice of your father, the wails of your younger siblings as you have then tucked right behind you to shield them away from the burning flames. "You should have taken me with you."

Imagine the day that Touya died. Was the day you lost your emotions. The truth is, the day that Touya died, half of you died alongside him. He was your twin, your other half. And now that he's gone. You don't know what to feel. Anger? Sadness? Regret? Guilt? What's the point of feeling anything. As days went by, slowly, your heart was turning cold, locking the small flame inside enough to keep your heart functioning and alive.

"It's okay." Looking away at the only remaining part of your twin brother, you look down at your little brother. "It's okay to be sad." "I'm not sad, Shoto." You knew it wasn't something that you should say specially at the death of your own twin, but it can't be helped. You're not sad. You aren't feeling anything at all. Still, as your little brother kept pulling your shirt down, you squat at his level. He was so small. "What is it?"

Imagine the way little Shoto warps his arms around your neck. You just kneel there with both of your knees touching the cold, hard floor. All wide eyes as you felt his small hands patting you at the back. Unconsciously, you hug him back.

Imagine, nothing was the same as it was ever since your twin dead. Not even too long before that, your father has put his interest into Shoto. So, as you stood at one of the hallways watching your father drag Shoto around into the traing hall. You just stood there unmoving and emotionless. "Father." You spoke. "Someone's at the phone for emergency." You added, looking at him directly in the eye.

Imagine you were never the one to make conversation with your father. Not because he doesn’t want to, and vice versa, it's just that the two of you were never close enough. And yet strangely, whenever the two of you talk, one could easily understand what the other was saying. You don't hate your father, but you don't like him, let alone love him either. You just simply don't care about him. Touya's flame was the one that killed him. At the same time, you could say that those flames were much stronger and full of... Full of something... And that, your father was to blame.

"You okay?" You kneel in front of your youngest sibling who has tears in his eyes. "Stand up, let's get you cleaned up." Eversince Touya died, you never smile, let alone cry or anything, you just remained emotionless. And yet to Shoto, you were looking at him with a concerned face as you held up a hand towards him, at least to him. "Do you want some soba? I only have cold soba though."

Imagine, you never liked your mother, nor do you hate her. She was just somewhere in between. She had her shortcomings, not that you could blame her or something. You never knew her circumstances, nor did you try to find out. After all, she was a good mom for all? of you. You never really felt something after Touya died. With a frozen (like literally) heart. You're cold and aloof. Well, not until that day.

"What happened?!" You spoke as you dash inside the kitchen. There, as you witness the scene across you, your emotionless face crumbled into fit of urgency and madness. Looking back and forth between you, the oldest and Shoto, the youngest. You watch your mother cries of realization and distress as you stand there in shock at the scene. Then you laugh. You laugh as your mother tries to cool down the burn as Shoto looks at you with tears rolling down his cheeks in pain. "God fucking dammit, this family." Waking towards Shoto, you grabbed him away from your mother, gently. "I'm taking him to the hospital, Rei." "(First)-" "Don't... Please don't say another word. I'm trying my best to be calm right now, Rei."

"How is he?" "Asleep." You replied. "Good, watch out for him from now on." "No." You glare at him, in return, he looks at you with a surprise look on his face. "Im leaving. I'm leaving this shitty household." "What?" "I said I'm leaving. You, Rei. You drive me insane." You spoke with a bitter smile on your face. "I tried my best to understand, no. I try my best to ignore and pretend everything was fine after Touya's death. I wasn't the only one who lost someone. Fuyumi, Natsu and Shoto lost their older brother, I lost my twin. Rei lost her son, and you lost your tool."

"I know you aren't the only one to blame, heck. I even blamed myself on why he reached that point." "Shoto's just five. That's going to leave a scar." You start to look down. You were young, it wasn't that long that you lost your twin. And now you have to witness this. "But you're not going to stop, right? You're still gonna continue how you're doing things now, right?" You look at him dead in the eyes once again. You hate the fact that you have the same eyes as him. "Im leaving." "And where are you going?" He frown. "I don't know. I'm just 13, I can't do anything on my own yet. So send me to one of the house branches away from the main house. I don't want to see you nor Rei anymore... At least not now." "That's no way to call your mother." "Heh? That goes the same for you, Enji Todoroki. And please, do remove my name from the family tree once I became an adult."

Imagine being just a mere 13 years old when you find yourself giving up and leaving your family, if you do consider them as your family. Well, of course you do. Although Enji never took interest of you, he still gives you enough guidance when you were just a newbie with your quirk. And Rei, she always took care of you and many different ways. Touya, he was your other half, your gentle little brother, who you once shared a dream of becoming a hero. Fuyumi and Natsu, they were cute little kids, it's such a shame that you can't bring them with you. And Shoto, he was your light that pulled you away from the dark.

Imagine as you make your way out of the house, carrying your luggage with you, you look back. Shoto was still at the hospital, Natsu and Fuyumi was at school. And Rei, your mother was sent into a ward, Enji, your father, on the other hand, was at the agency. "Let's go, Young Master." Looking at the old chauffeur, you gave him a gentle smile. "(First name) is fine."

Imagine, not too long after that. You met someone who was too fast for his own good. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it wasn't. But for now, thats all.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

[kit27x]

My Shadow Follows me (Ch 6)

Zhanshi making noodles and talking with Pigsy.

Pisgy concerned, but hey five stars.

My favorite drawing and the first one done. You can tell I had a lot of fun with this one. Always great to draw Mac even if he their in spirit.

[wepsi]

Ballet stretches with Belphie (smut)

Art by me like it here

Smut: choking, fellatio, cunnilingus, potential voyurism, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, marking

female reader

You've been doing ballet with Belphie for a little bit now, you had no previous experience but anything to spend time with this cute demon you would be willing to do, especially something with so much touching. To your disappointment there has only been some tension, fleeting glances and blushes you've been giving each other, but you're not going to complain like you don't fall harder for him every time your eyes meet.

You arrived at the studio and see that Belphie is already there, he does not notice your arrival, so you take advantage of that and watch him dance. Today he was wearing a tight white t-shirt slightly soaked with sweat, black shorts that are deliciously short, and none of his usual leg warmers instead showing off his muscular legs. He was dancing so elegantly, with precise control over every move. Today he is in his demon form as well, with his tail adding extra balance and fluttering around him. Half way through a twirl he notices your probably drooling face and awkwardly come to a halt and smile for you to come join him.

"I came a little early to relax after having to deal with the others, come on, I'll help you do your stretches, you don't want to hurt yourself dancing without doing them first." He comes to the dance studio to get away from his brothers, and it's the second most relaxing thing for him besides sleeping.You must admit being in this room dancing with him is quite peaceful and relaxing except for your heart beating out of your chest.

You come in the room and start doing stretches, and since he already did his, Belphie helps you with yours. You haven't been doing ballet with him for that long so you're not quite as flexible as you would like to be. doing a split and only being a frustrating few inches from touching the ground, you try pushing down despite the pain. Belphie chuckles at your effort, and put his hands on your hips to stop you from pushing yourself too hard and gently pushing you down a tiny bit bouncing you a little back and forth. Unlike the other times he doesn't take his hands off, instead he stares into your eyes, the tension immediately became suffocatingly thick. You both were at a stand still seeing if the other would do something first, finally he moves his hand away, but instead pushing a piece of hair behind your ear and leans even closer, eyes filled with anticipation. Maybe he's seeing if you felt the same. Of course you did, but being turned down after misreading the situation is the worst. Despite that, you cautiously close the gap between you two and gave him a peck on the lips. This was the confirmation he needed, and he hungrily leaned into the kiss, deepening it.

You both put all the pent up frustrations from the tension for months into this kiss, you felt dizzy but in heaven at the same time. Belphie, never pulling away from the kiss, gently re situated your legs from the stretch to straddling his lap which you unconsciously grinded a few times after he set you there. Belphie grabbed your ass and moved you to grind on his growing erection which earned a moan from you into his mouth, which only drove him crazier. You pulled away from the kiss panting for air, and cupped his face in your hands, the look in his eyes had a bit of feral he's probably desperately trying to hold back. He leaned down to kiss your neck which made you shiver at the touch, working his way up to your ear he gave it a nibble and whispered seductively only two words, "Can I?"

You knew what he was talking about, despite what your heart wanted you croaked out, " What if someone sees?" Belphie pulls away from your neck and looks at your lips then back to your eyes, a cocky grin on his face, "Let them, I want them to see just how much I can please you." Seeing the scowl of disapproval on your face he playfully rolls his eyes, " Don't worry, this is a room I permanently rented no one will come here... please, I need you now." He doesn't even need to use that puppy eyed look, you were already soaked down there. You gulped and nervously nodded your head, excited and a little afraid of what is going to happen to you.

Belphie leans back in to gently kiss you, moving both his hands from your ass to the small of your back, working his way past your chest and to your face. Then changing route moving his hands from your face to the front of your chest, fondling them for a bit then making it down to your shaky thighs. As his hands reach it's destination he peppers kisses down the same route, taking your shirt off when he gets to your chests. Giving your already aroused nipples a gentle bite he hurriedly marks kissing down your stomach and stopping in front of your crotch, now kneeling between your legs. He glances at you again quickly as he pulls down your tights to make sure your were still ok with all this. When he looks down and see your soaked underwear he looks back with that cocky grin again, "Did you want me as bad as I wanted you? Damn I should've approached your earlier, I'll make sure to make up for all the lost time." Pulling your underwear down and the strings of slickness made him so hard it hurts, he pulled them all the way down and threw them to who knows where, there is a more important thing to him right now, making sure you confuse devildom with heaven.

Putting your legs over his shoulder he immediately went to work, demons are stronger in general so of course their tongue is as well, after licking it from hole to clit and back and forth, teasing it oh so perfectly you can feel that all the tension earlier is driving you quickly to a orgasm. Little did you know Belphie is spelling his name on your slit with his tongue, marking you as his. Just as you are getting close he plunges two fingers in which slides in easily but still makes you gasp, and immediately triggers you to cum, he pumps his fingers and continuously works his tongue letting you ride out this massive orgasm.

He finally pulls his fingers out while you fall limp to the floor. pulling your chin up to face him Belphie grins at you and sticks those two fingers out, "Lick them clean." You knew Belphie had another side to him and seeing it now only turned you on more, you immediately sat up to lick his fingers while looking up at him with all the love and affection in the world, you knew that there is no way he can resit that look. As if you read his mind you tugged on his pants which he couldn't get off quicker. You gasp at his length, though it isn't the biggest in devildom it's bigger than any human will ever be. You were half nervous half excited to take something so big, but right now it is painfully waiting to be loved on.

You went to work applying everything you know, focusing on the tip, and using your hands for everything that didn't fit in your mouth. The moans and grunts of Belphie that he doesn't even try to hide and the deep shade of red on his face while he looked down at you made you crave him intensely. As if he couldn't wait a second longer he pulls it out with a pop and push you down on your back, and pulling one of your legs up and pushing it against your chest. This position exposes you completely but he was too strong for you to wiggle close, he chuckles and bites your calf, " I told you that being flexible will come in handy one day." You eeped and hid your blushing face under your hands. Belphie smirks and taps his length on your clit a few times and line it up with the clearly exposed entrance and it slipped in a little too easy, earning a eyebrow raise from Belphie as you feel him twitch in you. "I'm going to move now ok?"

With all the slick from you last orgasm he slips in and out easily, you guys are looking at each other deep in the eyes full of love and lust, not wanting to look away from each other, catching every moan every groan. You move his hand that isn't holding onto your leg onto your throat, "I know you like this, I don't mind." You can see the beast finally unleash in his eyes, and the grip on your neck gets slightly tighter, but not enough to cut off air completely. He leans down into a feverish kiss and slips his tongue in your mouth, and speeds up getting balls deep into you. The over stimulation of the kiss, the acceleration and the deepness, oh was he so deep and filling you up more than you can ever imagine, you quickly feel the heat in your stomach rising up again. Now both of you are a moaning mess, grabbing onto each other and kissing like your life depended on it. He can feel your walls tightening on him which made his mind blank with filling you as his only purpose in existence "I'm close, cum with me please."

You don't need to be told twice, letting the pleasure wash over you, and feeling something warm fill you up, you swore your eyes probably rolled to the back of your head in that moment. It took him everything not to tighten more on your throat, riding and grinding both of your orgasms out while he left hickies all over your neck. When it was over he flopped down next to you, exhausted from the dancing earlier and all the heart pumping activities.

You know he would fall asleep right there stark naked, but at the moment you're still trying to collect yourself after the best experience in your life.

"You can't sleep here like this, someone might see."

"I already told you no one will come, come here stay with me a little longer."

You rub your neck and all the other bite marks on both of you and scratch marks you left on his back. "These are going to leave marks and bruises."

He turns his head and flashes you a lazy but just as cocky grin.

"Damn I hope so."

Writers note:

Phew, my first smut I hope it is to your liking. If you're confused to why belphie and ballet this is his dance style in the dance battles in game. please leave likes and suggestions if you have any xoxo

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[andyfire122]

Star gazing remebrence

(I was gonna post this on A03 since I'm getting back into the swing of things but my computer issues...eh. Also A03 having issues rn. So Zam belongs to @esthyradler )

Zam just laid down on that hill for a while. Wasn't for any particular reason. The stars looked great that night. Before, the stars just made him miss a lot of things he lost when coming to Earth. Though recently it just brings new meaning.

Not only is Zim alive after all, but Miyuki is here. He probably should be freaking out more, but something about the view tonight was strangely calming.

Zim doesn't even hate me after he found out. Though, I should be worried about Miyuki. I'm just not right now for some reason. Still seems so unreal to find out she is the same one. Well, not the same. I doubt any of us are who we used to be.

It's been a few days since Zim just told him that the teacher who came was the same Miyuki from Irk. Thinking on it, that explains why she is so familiar.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Speaking of the lady herself there was Miyuki. Just standing there looking down from where he was stargazing. Nromally Zam would be a bit startled, considering she's been following him around more. Just tonight his nerves were giving him a welcome break.

He smiles. “Nothing, just enjoying a clear night.”

Stargazing was something he wasn't planning on giving up. No matter what the universe had been throwing at him lat

ely.

"You will be sooner robbed than anything else. Get up before you catch a cold." She scoffs. For a second he could almost see his old friend in that gaze.

Suppose it takes a lot of effort to stay mad like that. If I could change then maybe there is a chance.

Zam just gives a nervous laugh. "Well, not like I have anything interesting on me. Kinda worth it when you look at that." He gestures to the night sky.

As much as humans have polluted the planet, sometimes you get nights like these where the stars are the clearest. Like all his worries could just stay there in the stars.

It is quite clear tonight. I wonder if Zim has done something concerning the pollution?

"Sounds like a waste of time or just a way to not do any work tonight." And still, she sits down right night to him.

Zam just gives her a look before going back to look at the stars. “Yet you sat down with me.”

“Someone has to drag you when you pass out from the cold.” She scoffs but she is also looking at the stars.

Come to think of it, we did do something similar to this when we were Smeets. Guess it's the little things that stay the same. I don't think I mind so much.

Zam smiles softly at this moment. Tomorrow, it will be back to learning what to do about her or just working so she doesn't try to kill him when she finds out. Tonight, just two people sitting down for a breather.

I bet she hasn't had a real break in ages. Well, we can just call this another one of Earth's gifts then.

“Whatever you say, Miyuki.”

[kit-the-gaygent]

Something I've noticed with a lot of batman fanfics (specifically the reader insert ones) is that most of them have a girl/daughter protagonist

Which is fine it's just an odd pattern I've noticed and I've only ever seen it specifically with batman fanfics

[giovannijest]

OH MY GYAT ART AFTER 3 YEARS VINE BOOM ! ! ! anyways anyone wanna talk abt fnf lore for 2 and a half hours In great detail🙏

[pauloarts]

Gem Generation - Steven's Return: Steven's Nighmare and Revege of The Fallen

A espera chegou! As penúltimas cenas fortes de minha fanfic./ The wait has arrived! The penultimate strong scenes of my fanfic.

Cliquem no link/ Click on the link: https://www.instagram.com/p/CyEK6NOAcst/?img_index=1

[aldringaldo]

NOOOO SUNSET WHY THAT'S I'VE HAD ENOUGH DEATH FANFIC LIKE MLP EG DEATH LIKE WALKING DEAD FANFIC THIS FANDOMS NEEDS TO STRAIGHT TO FIRES OF PIT!!! FOR WHAT THEY DID FOR RESPONSIBLE DEATH OF SUNSET SHIMMER!!! >=(

[white-boy-bracket]

showrunner drunk as hell rn. what will the white boys say.

firestar says FUCK the policew

[neptunite-stars]

Hey, just wanted to let you know that Aira is cheering you on! Good luck with whatever work and homework you still need to do :]

He also um doodled in your notes (?) when you weren't looking...

OHHHH THIS MADE MY DAYYYY!!!!!!!!! wahhh tysm aira and daffodil!!! :0c

i finished my homework earlier today thank goodness and i just got back home from work :'D its volunteer work anyway but i had fun :)

hehehe i love that lil doodle. stares at it so hard. and is that just a lil guy in the corner???!!!

[justafterjericho]

Hello my Discworld obsession. I cannot even say I missed you, because you never left, but right now you’re definitely closer and stronger than like two weeks ago. 

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Currently flitting between 5 different things I want to do with absolutely no control over my attention span and have come to a sudden realisation that I am in a less-than-social period. So…. if I disappear off the face of Tumblr or whatever for the foreseeable know that I’m just trying to wrangle myself under control OR am at the whims of my current obsession.

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Kinda want to write gay monster storys? I suck at writing but damn the urge to write about an 8ft werewolf knotting his short boyfriend is strong.