#that sounds so odd HAHAHAHA

[inkykeiji]

so anyway i desperately need a voxsicle immediately

i wonder what flavour he is (*ﾉωﾉ)

[thebestsetter]

He was born to be by your side. It was his greatest desire, what he was meant to do. It's like being next to you came naturally to him, and he can't even remember how his life was before he met you. But what he can remember are the days you both spent together. Ridiculous conversations that, somehow, made so much sense to the both of you. So random, but yet holding so much meaning.

You were both laughing so hard. Walking by the shore, hand in hand. The sunset painting the sky with red and orange. Beautiful. So, so beautiful.

"When we grow up, we'll have a house by the beach" you said, swinging your arms together

"Says who?"

"Says me!"

He grabs your sun hat and puts it on his head, earning a small "Hey!" from you.

"And then we'll buy a cotton candy machine and make lots of cotton candies." He completes your thought while taking the final bite of his popsickle. You clean the side of his mouth (which was all smudged from the cold treat) and smile.

"Yeah, we can do that too."

You used to talk about your future a lot. More than the average couple, actually. Sometimes, you both reunited at your favorite cafeteria just to talk about life. How it was gonna be. How was gonna be your life together.

"A caramello cappucino with apple pie and a mint and chocolate milkshake, please" you said, and just hearing his typical order coming out of your mouth made him smile. Somehow, knowing you memorized his order made him happier than he could put into words.

After he paid (of course, he can't let you pay for your snacks. What kind of man would he be?) you both went to sit on a table right beside a window (you always loved looking out a window while talking, and he knew that. He knew you like the back of his hand). And like you couldn't handle the sound of silence, you started talking (and he'd never complain about it: he loved hearing you talk)

"We can have 3 kids, how about that?"

"I don't like odd numbers. Why not 4?"

"4 is too much" you said, sticking your tongue out and frowning your eyebrows (you looked so cute) "We can have 2, if the problem is odd numbers"

"2 is too little" he argued, and then sighed jokingly "Okay, fine, we can have 3"

You smiled, taking a sip from your milkshake

"Maybe after the third one, we can consider having a fourth, if you'd like"

And you knew he wanted to. Of course he did. He wanted to form a big, happy family with you. He wanted his future to be by your side. He couldn't picture a future without you. Which is why it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all.

"What's your favorite color? Mines yellow"

It hurts. He hates this. He hates this shit so freaking much. His heart feels like it's breaking, and his lungs are gasping for air. He can't look at his date without feelong absolutely sick, like he could literally throw up at the very moment. He can't help but think of you. How you were already talking about how many kids you'd like, and now he's back on the "knowing each other stage". It was so strange not seeing you.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me"

He can't spend a single minute here anymore. He's on the verge of dying, he's sure. And as if his body already knows exactly what makes him feel better, his feet take him to your house without him realizing.

His hand hovers upon the door, ready to knock on it. Life without you is meaningless. He needs you. He loves you. He loves you so fucking much.

"HHAHAHA Stop it!! Love, I swear, tickle me one more time and I will... HAHAHAHA"

He lowers his hand and walks away.

He loves you, that's why he's letting you go. He needs to let you go for your own good. You need to get over him (even though he's sure he'll never get over you)

He can't do this to you. Not when your new boyfriend treats you so well. Not when he fucked everything up. Not when he was the reason why you two broke up. He doesn't deserve you. He always knew you were too good for him. But now, he's doing you this favour to repay you for all the times you helped him. He's not going to disturb you.

Well, back to the talking stage, it seems.

GOJO SATORU, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, CHOSO KAMO, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, TSUKISHIMA KEI, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, KUROO TETSURO, TODOROKI SHOTO, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shota (kinda???), SHINSOU HITOSHI, RIN ITOSHI, SAE ITOSHI, BACHIRA MEGURU, Chigiri Hyoma, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, REO MIKAGE + any character you think fits this!!

~ A/N: not proofread!!

[novasdarling]

I feel like this is an unhinged idea but Mahito with a breeding kink + actually getting reader pregnant with some monster baby

Hahahaha I like your thinking my dear.

Give Me

TW: Suicide Mention, Noncon, Forced Relationship, Baby trapping, Abortion mention, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, Female Reader.

The sun was setting. Watching as the sky became darker and darker, as the night rolled in, and the day left. Watching as your safety was being ripped from you for another time. It wouldn't be long till he came. It never was. After all, he came every night like clocked work. Once the moon was bright and visible. He was there, Mahito. Ready to indulge in whatever sick fantasy or curiosity he had that night. Whatever his dead, twisted heart wanted at that moment, he got.

Mahito took pleasure in playing with you. Contorting you any way he wanted, making you do things you had never imagined were possible. Then in the morning when he left, he would leave you in your room begging for death. Pleading with whatever god there was to have mercy on you and end it all, but death would be a mercy from a monster like Mahito and no god seemed like it wanted to get in his way. At one point you had toyed with the idea of giving yourself the so-called mercy you prayed for. Pausing every time you held a knife. Imagining if you were brave enough to plunge it into your chest. To rid yourself of his grip by any means. Yet, you knew death wouldn't stop Mahito from having his fun with you. He made that clear. All it would do would make it challenging for him, but he would still continue.

There was no escape from this hell, neither in life nor death and as you heard the floorboards creak behind you. You recognised all that was granted to you was a monetary relief during the day. A few hours to recuperate and heal your wounds the best you could before it was stripped of you once again. A moment of relief that was now over as the daylight disappeared.

All there could be done now was to wait. Wait for him to come again. There was no see in running. He'd always find you, that much he had proved, but the wait wouldn't be long. The air was getting colder, dropping rapidly. A sign he was near. It was moving around you, engulfing your body as you sat looking out the window. The cold was creeping along your skin. Clawing its way up slowly. Taking its time to leave a trail of goosebumps along your arms until it reached your shoulders. The cold changed to pressure. Laying its weight wherever it had touched you. Sinking you into your seat. Forcing you lower, to fight back against it. The weight was taking a shape, and second by second, it was becoming easier to tell it was him. His hands and body were on you.

"My favourite part of the day."

It was no more than a whisper. Right by in your ear, you could feel his breath. Yet, somehow his voice sounded so distant. He wasn't fully there yet. He was still lingering in the air. Making his way to you slowly. Playing with you. Scaring you before he even got there. You were his favourite. One he would take care of so he could resume having his fun with as long as your feeble mortal body could hold on. After all, all humans died eventually. Mahito just hoped it would not be from the enjoyment you two had.

"The bed."

Abruptly the weight was gone, and the chill had left as well. Mahito wasn't with you now. Which meant he was waiting for you elsewhere. Waiting for you to follow his order and pursue him like a puppy. Like a good toy, he had called you that many times. A good toy follows orders and then gets rewarded.

There was still a part of you that said no, wanting to resist and stay seated or run, but the part that odd part that knew his anger knew no bounds would always follow his orders. Even if you wanted to die, there was still a strong part that wanted to self-preserve.

The bed he had said. The bedroom. He wanted you there. You knew what he wanted. Knew what the bedroom meant. Mahito had figured out sex a few months ago. Figured out what it was and why it occurred. Stating he was curious about it. Wanted to learn. Forced you to show him, and who were you to refuse the curse? To say no to him when he could so easily kill you and everyone you ever cared about, no wasn't an option.

Night after night he would come. Sex was still on his mind, even weeks later. Trying new positions, new technics. Him telling you where he heard it from, where he had seen it. One time he had claimed he learned this position from a couple he had watched before he killed them. Things got worse when he discovered porn. He learned even more. Forcing you to try everything with him. Every position. Trying to make you sound the same as the pornstars. It got even worse when he learned what a female orgasm was. Deciding to abuse it. Making you overstimulated every time. He was having fun while you were in tears. Mahito tended to share with you what his new desire was. being upfront and having no shame, forcing you into any role he saw fit, but this time was different. He was quiet about his true intentions. Not letting you know the truth. He kept silent about his new interest, instead playing it out without your knowledge. You always assumed since he was a curse, something not living, he couldn't force a child on you. That he was shooting blanks. So it didn't matter he was fucking you raw. That a child from a curse was impossible. After all, curses are made not born. That he was just having fun fucking you and filling you with his useless cum.

Making your way to him, your mind still toyed with the question of why had sex stuck. Though all you could really do was endure what he wanted to try this time and hope this fascination drifted away sooner rather than later.

You could hope, after all. That was all you had, hope when it came to Mahito. He always got his way, so who were you to make it harder? If you followed along with his wishes, it would be better. He would sometimes even reward your good behaviour by holding off on a visit or two.

Even as you dragged your feet, you were still were met by him eventually. Seeing his full form sitting on your bed. You knew what to do, following the same routine as the last couple of months. For you to strip and meet him is what he was waiting for. If he had his fun, perhaps it would be an early night. They were rare, but they were given. Though as you stripped, your might was racing. This little interest of his, sex, hadn't disappeared as soon as the others.

Your sweater came off.

Why was it still lingering? It had been months?

Your shirt followed.

Why was he so interested in having sex.? In fucking you every night until the morning light came up?

Then your braw followed.

The worst part was that he insisted on fucking you raw. At least he wasn't living. His cum was all for show, right?

Your pyjama pants came off.

His interest in seeing if he could turn you into something and bring you back had only lasted a few weeks, a month tops.

Then your underwear.

You were now bare in front of him. Standing there as your mind kept asking questions, unable to find answers.

"Come here."

Following his order, your mind still raced with questions, with distractions. As he caressed your body. Stroking and squeezing you. Especially relishing in squeezing your ass, chest and thighs. Laughing when you winced as he got too aggressive. Pain was funny to him. He laughed when you cried that he was being mean. Smiled when you told him the bruises that littered your body was from him. Got excited when you begged him to fuck you softer cause your body just couldn't take it. Human pain was funny.

It wasn't long until you were laying under him, you tried to black out his image. His face, the way the lines ran all along it and his body. The way he grinned at you when he knew you were scared. The worse part was his voice. Talking, commanding. Telling you how much he wanted you today while you were busy. He would describe your day, letting you know he had been watching from the shadows. That he was always there with you. You needed to block him out and shutting your eyes would allow you to get rid of one of your senses that were filled by him.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He had stopped fucking you. "Look at me."

Mahito wanted you to watch. To see his face as he fucked you. As he used your body any way he wanted. Look into his eyes as he filled you over and over. He wanted his toy to be present, to not ignore him or his actions. Looking into his eyes as he had his way with you. Fucked you until daybreak, until you were dripping with his cum. Unable to hold anymore.

This night was like the others, except he had a new position. The mating press. You were shocked he hadn't learned of this one sooner, yet, thankful at the same time. Mahito had you pressed in that position most of the night. Whining every time he finished. Only to continue again and again. His word began to slur as the hours drifted on. Not making as much sense as earlier. However, you could still catch a few orders and words here and there. Some of his words haunted you though.

"I'm going to breed you."

It stuck with you, simply because it made you think. At first, you assumed it was just him repeating words from porn like the others, but then you realized. When was the last time you had your period? Did you have one this month? You couldn't remember. Your body went stiff, realizing what was transpiring. You were late, who knows how long. You had spent so much time simply trying to survive Mahito, you never stopped to realize why you hadn't bled yet. All you could do now was lay there, lay there in fear and continue to let all those questions from before. Find their answers.

As the night turned to day and Mahito disappeared. You ran to your calendar, you had tracked your cycle. Searching through the months, looking for the last of the red boxes. Not this month, not last, no they only appeared three months ago. Three months you had missed your period. Three fucking months.

You raced to the store, hoping that if you were a regular pregnancy test would answer your question. Would this cursed creature even make a pregnancy test be positive? Would any test be able to read if you were or not? Once you got home you found the answer. It was yes, the test could pick up on the creature growing inside of you. It was positive. Mahito had done the impossible.

All you had were questions when it came to Mahito, this only added to them. He never made sense, never explaining his actions fully, but at least before you knew what was happening. This was unexpected. Could you get rid of it? Would an abortion work on this?

Looking at yourself in the mirror. Staring at yourself, analyzing your body. It was mad, but you still lifted your shirt. Gazing at your stomach. Running your hands along it. You couldn't be, this had to be a bad dream. No god, if there were any, could hate you so much.

"Fascinating."

Mahito has sprung into view in the mirror. Standing behind you, in the door frame. He was gazing at your stomach. Looking over it again and again as he stood there.

"What the hell did you do?"

You were scared now, fearing the worse. The way he looked at you was terrifying. As if you were a wonder of the world. Just something to be analyzed and examined. A look he had never given you before.

"I wanted to know if it was true."

You were just his little science experiment. His school project to be tested on. You weren't a person to him, just something for him to use. If that hadn't set in before. It had now. You wanted to scream at him, cuss at him, hit him. Anything to get your anger out, but what use would that be? He had gotten you this time and there was no way out from him. Not that he now knew.

Mahito made his way to you. That same smile never left his face, instead only getting wider. He was behind you know, holding your form against him. Resting his hands on your stomach.

"It's finally taken."

"Mahito...Please tell me-tell me i-it isn't-"

"Oh, sweetie, it is. You're carrying my seed." He was nuzzling his head into your shoulder as he whispered. Kissing in between words. As if you two were a happy couple with thrilling news.

Mahito had gotten you pregnant. He had fucked some fucked up thing into you. He was going to force you to carry this thing to term, to birth it. Would it even be human? Or even resemble anything like you?

"W-what is i-it?" You were holding back tears.

"Hmm... I'm not sure, but I'm looking forward to seeing it." He saw the fear in your eyes. "It's okay if this one isn't to your liking. We now know we can always make more."

He was planning more. Planning to fuck more fucked up creatures into you. Make you something to bread him as many monsters as he pleases.

"I don't want this."

It was a whisper, but you knew he heard. Refusing to look at him in the mirror. Instead staring at his hands on your belly.

"Hmmm, that's sad because I do. I want to see you grow big. Like those women I see. Barley able to walk properly. Not fitting into anything anymore. Yeah, I want to see you like that." His hands began to rub your stomach as he held onto you. "I want you as mine like any other man could have you and if that means fucking you until you give me a whole army of monsters." Mahito leant in more, kissing your cheek before continuing. "Then I happily will."

[moonlightazriel]

Chapter 18: Never forget you /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Y/N attend one last event before she returns to her home permanently.

Word Count: 3,6K

Warnings: SMUT and angst...

Notes: This chapter was hard to write heheeh and in my head they're dancing to Por Una Cabeza at that scene hahahaha

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Y/N sighed, her hand high in the air, unsure if she should knock on his door or not. It was almost a week since they defeated Mantyx, Azriel’s injuries took longer to heal this time, and despite wanting to see him the second they departed, she gave space for him and his family.

She wanted to see him, feeding on the crumbles of information that Nesta gave her everyday. The oldest Archeron, alongside Elain, tried to convince her to go see him sooner, but she didn’t want to bother, and some alone time was what she needed after opening her heart like that for him.

50 years had passed since she allowed a male to have a hold of her heart and now she was scared, she had given it to him without even noticing, she was his but they couldn’t stay together, would life always be so unfair to her? She had to go back and keep Asterin’s legacy, she would do her duty. 

“He’s been asking for you every day.” A voice startled her and she turned to see Cassian leaning on the wall behind her, his eyes scanning her up and down. “Why’d you never come?” 

“He needed time to heal.” She shyly replied, like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't.

“He needed you.” Cassian simply said and she felt her heart squeeze in her chest, guilty spreading like poison and making her guts twist. “Don’t make him wait any longer.” He tipped his chin in the direction of the door and she nodded, raising her hand and knocking three times. 

At the sound of Azriel’s raspy voice allowing her in, she stepped inside, being greeted by a wave of his shadows eagerly assessing her, travelling up and down her body, leaving goosebumps in their trace. She giggled at the feeling, her eyes meeting him as she did it.

“I thought you had left without saying goodbye.” He joked but she could see the pain reflected in his hazel orbs. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you needed space.” Azriel patted the empty spot by his side and she quickly sat, basking in the smell of him that filled her senses, warmth irradiated from his body and she almost melted in it, she had missed him. 

“From their constant worry and not even letting me lift a fork, maybe. But never from you.” His scarred hand slides over the soft fabric of the blankets that covered him, finding their resting spot on top of hers.

“I didn’t realise you wanted me here.” She admitted and Azriel laughed a little.

“After you just told me you loved me? There’s no other place that I would rather be than by your side.” She felt the blood heating her cheeks and Azriel marvelled at the sight of her odd blush, blue suited her so well. “Did you really mean it?” 

He had to ask, he had to know. Despite understanding that she needed time to face her feelings towards him, an insecure part of him wondered if he had imagined it, if she wasn’t saying out of pity, he had sunken in those thoughts everyday, but seeing her right now, made all of his worries vanish. 

“Of course I mean it.” She spoke so quickly, like thinking otherwise was such an outrageous thought. “You have my heart.”

“Then I'll gladly keep it.” He said and pulled her to lean on his chest, she rested her head above his heart, hearing the soft beats of it, trying to focus on anything else other than the sound of her heart breaking even further. 

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After visiting him for the first time, she couldn't find it in herself to be away from him. As he got better, they strolled through the gardens, sparred in the training ring in the House of Wind and sat together by the Rainbow. 

But as much as she wanted to stay in his arms forever, there was a gnawing feeling in her gut, telling her that she was failing and that she didn't belong there. That he would eventually get sick of her and she would be alone again, those thoughts coming late at night when she couldn't sleep, her eyes scanning his soft features, trying to commit everything to memory while she still could. 

Every night she would pretend to be asleep, trying to keep her frantic thoughts calm, but to no avail. As Nesta had mastered the art of opening the gate in Ramiel, the day of her departure was getting closer, making her uneasy. 

There was still one more thing that she needed to do before going back, and that was to attend the coronation of Eris. As soon as the Vanserras went back to their court, Eris finally gathered the courage to challenge his father, the old fae had lost everything to his son, and was exiled to Mother knows where, so he could never harm anyone again. 

The invite included the whole inner circle of Rhysand, and Lucien made it extra clear that he wanted her there, and Y/N couldn't say no to him, she could never say no to him. So a day after the celebrations, they would all gather one last time, to say their goodbyes to her. 

She didn't know if she would ever find a way back, the thought of leaving everything behind was something she tried not thinking about often, cuz it hurt her deeply. Never seeing Azriel again, not being able to join the Valkyries in training, not learning from Elain as she had promised she would. All of those things chirped away bits of her heart, and she would never recover them. She would miss this place. 

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The winds of the Autumn Court carried a soft smell of leaves and maple. The soft hustling of the trees mixed with the melody the band was playing made the whole atmosphere feel warm and magical. 

The guests dressed in orange and earthy tones, she wore a terracotta dress, with a tight corset and a flowy tulle skirt. Her hair was pinned away from her face with silver accessories in the shape of leaves and little makeup painted her face. 

Y/N gripped Azriel's arm tighter as a cold breeze made her shiver, his hazel eyes turning towards her to check if she was okay, she gave him a big smile, one he would guard in his heart forever, she looked beautiful like that, with the faelights making her skin glow. 

Something in his chest sparked with life when he saw her approaching him back at the Night Court as they got ready to leave. Since he woke up after the battle against Mantyx, it was like something was missing from his mind, blurry moments where he couldn't remember for sure what had happened and he was still trying to get those memories back. 

They sat beside Nesta and Cassian, Rhys and Feyre were among the other High Lords and Elain sat with Lucien in the part reserved for family only. A priest had introduced Eris, the male walking in the corridor towards his throne. He knelt in front of the priest, professing his vows of putting the people first and being the best High Lord he could for his Court. 

The guests stood and bowed their heads towards the male as the crown rested atop his head and he sat on his throne, a proud smile gracing his features as he thanked everyone for coming and gave them a speech. 

Eris crossed the corridor again, each row of guests followed him outside where a feast was waiting for them. Around the whole Court, similar feasts were being held so everyone could celebrate the coronation as one. 

“Who would've thought that the Autumn Court could be so nice?” Nesta spoke, sipping on her  champagne. 

“With that fucker away to the confines of hell, it's certainly a decent place now.” Cassian replied, lifting his glass in a toast. “To never having to deal with Beron again.”

The four of them raised their glasses and giggled as it touched, the glasses clinking together. Food started to be served and they started to eat.

“Do you think we can dance after?” Azriel shyly asked and Y/N turned to him, those beautiful eyes looking at him with curiosity. 

“Yeah, of course.” She replied and saw how he blushed. 

“After I saw you with Lucien at the Hewn City, I knew I had to learn how to dance with you.” He told her and winked towards Nesta who had a grin on her face as she silently watched their exchange.

“You learned how to dance for me?” She breathed out and Azriel nodded. 

She didn't even give him time to think, dropping her fork and removing the napkin from her lap, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the dancefloor. 

His hand circled her waist and the other grabbed hers, and as a more slow, passionate rhythm started to play, they danced along with it. The violin guided their movements, their eyes never leaving each other as they moved around. Their feet slid along the floor as Azriel spun her around. It was like the rest of the party didn't exist and they were the only two in the world. 

For someone as tall and strong as Azriel, his movements were like a river, and he moved graciously around, Nesta certainly had done a very great job in teaching him. The other couple soon joined them as Nesta couldn't hold herself back any longer, the only two couples on the dancefloor as the other guests watched. 

His grip on her was firm as he guided them. The four of them doing their moves, Nesta's and Y/N’s skirts brushing as the females spun really close but never touching, not ruining the other's dance. The song came to an end, and Azriel was panting as he leaned over her arched form, like a bow ready to snap. Her scent filled his nose and messed with his head.

His nose slowly slid along her exposed neck and she shivered at the touch. It took everything in him to remember they weren't alone as he helped her to her feet and the guests applauded them, some getting up to join the dance as a new song started. 

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She took a deep breath, holding her hair in a bun atop her head, her back against the railing as she eyed the stars.

“Do you really have to leave?” Lucien asked as he sipped from a cup of whiskey. The two had sneaked out while Elain danced with Azriel and Nesta. 

She looked down on the balcony, those tiny figures dancing in the distance. And she turned back to her friend and the concerned filling his gaze.

“I have to…” Lucien nodded his head in understanding.

“I will miss you.” The male said, pulling her towards him for a tight hug. She wrapped him in her arms, feeling the tears clouding her vision as she felt his warmth, his golden heart thrumming against her chest. 

“You have no idea how I'm glad we met, I'll miss you too, Luci.” The male smiled at the nickname. 

“Me too, witchling, me too.” The balcony door opened and a smiling Elain entered followed by Azriel. Her hands smoothed over the fabric of her dress and she looked at Y/N, her kind brown eyes filled with sadness. 

“We'll leave you two alone.” She said, grabbing Lucien by the arm and dragging the male with her.

“Are you feeling better?” Azriel asked and she nodded. 

“I just needed some fresh air.” The male nodded, joining her against the stones that formed the balcony. “You put up quite a show down there.” She smiled at him.

“Did you enjoy my dancing skills?” He leaned towards her, his hands caging her hips against the balcony. 

“Very much.” Her breath got caught in her throat as his lips started to kiss the skin of her neck, sucking and biting gently. 

“How much?” He asked against her neck and she shivered. 

“To the point that all I could think was riding you right in the middle of the dancefloor.” Azriel grinned with that and stood again to look at her. 

“Then hold on tight.” He warned and she held the collar of his attire, the Shadowsinger just told Rhys that they would leave and winnowed them back to his room in the House of Wind. 

Her mouth was on his in a second, exploring hungrily as her hands roamed around, removing the coat and bursting the buttons out of their confinement to expose his chest to her. 

His shadows went to work, unlacing the corset that held her dress in place, eagerly working to strip her out of it as quickly as they could. Their tongues clashed against each other, making it hard to breathe as they fought for dominance. 

Her iron claws sliding up and down his abs, making him twitch with anticipation. As soon as her dress pooled at her feet, she stepped out of it. Her kisses trailing down to his neck and down his body, until she was kneeling at eye level with his crotch, her hands working to remove his belt and pants. 

Azriel shivered as he stood, her velvety mouth wrapped around his cock as it spring free from his breeches. He closed his eyes as he felt her taking him inch by inch, until she couldn't fit it anymore. Bobbing her head and cupping his balls, making him groan as pleasure builded up on his body. 

She licked the vein on the side, her tongue playing with the slip of his tip as she masturbated the rest with her hand. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as she took him again, fastening her movements until Azriel was a moaning mess, his hand clutched tightly to her scalp, guiding her movements until his cock twitched, hot jets of cum down her throat, she licked him clean, releasing it with a loud pop.

Azriel cupped her cheek, as she batted her lashes at him. He helped her up again, pulling her in for a kiss, feeling his taste on her tongue. He wanted to taste her so bad, but she pushed him to the bed. She removed her pants, her glorious breasts already exposed as she wore no bra underneath the dress. And as she sank down on him, taking him in her warm cunt, Azriel swore he had reached paradise. 

He sat as she rode him, his mouth attached to her breasts, switching from one to the other as he sucked and played with her hard nipples. Her arms caged him against her as she threw her head back in pleasure, feeling her orgasm building in her belly. 

She rolled her hips, angling her body so he would hit deeper inside her. Her lips were open and she moaned loudly, feeling Azriel hit her g spot every damn time, she was so stuffed of his cock that she could die there and she would do it happily. 

“I love you.” She said in between heavy breaths, Azriel looked at her, his heart beating fast in his chest..

“Say it again.” He demanded and she more than happily obligated. 

“I love you, Azriel.” The male lost his composure. 

He pushed his thumb into her mouth and she wrapped her tongue around it, wetting it for him. Azriel slid a hand in between them, finding her bundle of nerves on the apex of her thighs, rubbing circles until she couldn't hold any longer, her movements becoming sloppy as she came with a loud cry of his name. 

Azriel held her fragile body, snapping his hips up until he was spilling inside her, his hot cum dripping from her cunt and on his thighs, making her pant and wince as her sensitive walls tried to go back to normal. 

That night, they loved each other until the sun rose, lost In each other's body until they couldn't even lift a finger, tiredness weighing their bodies down as they laid to finally sleep. 

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It was midday when they woke up, getting lost in each other again as they showered. Azriel silently helped her into her leathers, strapping her cloak and her sword for her as she adjusted her hair in a braid. 

The whole family waited for them, and as they sat to have a meal together, she could feel the sadness lingering around, she didn't want to leave but she had to, and by the looks of it, none of them wanted her to go back to. If things weren't so complicated.

Azriel didn't say a thing as he sat behind her on Meraxes, the wyvern silently flying towards Ramiel where the rest of them would winnow. She watched Velaris, the beautiful city getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared from her sight. She would miss it so much. 

Meraxes landed on the side of the mountain, his claws digging on the stone like they did on their first time at the House of Wind, that felt like a distant memory now. 

“I hate having to do it.” Nesta said as they approached. She held the wyrd keys in between trembling fingers, she didn't want to see her friend leave but no one would force her to stay. 

“It's what she decided, Nes.” Feyre said. 

“As the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court we thank you for helping us to get rid of a great threat for us. Your name will never be forgotten. As your friends, we will miss you.” Rhysand said, pulling her for a hug, being joined by Feyre. 

“You're strong and you have a great heart, never forget that.” Feyre whispered in her ear and she felt the tears getting harder to contain. 

“We're going to miss you in training.” Gwyn said and Emerie embraced the two females.

“Thank you for sharing what you knew with us, you would be a great Valkyrie.” The Illyrian female said and Y/N hugged them tightly. 

“It's going to be weird not buying him sheeps every day. Be safe out there.” Cassian said, pulling her for a hug as well. Tears now streamed freely on her face. 

“I never got the chance to teach you how to garden.” Elain said sadly, wiping her tears from her brown eyes. “Thank you for putting some sense in me, I couldn't be happier and with the right person.”

“Take care of him, Elain.” She held the middle Archeron sister's hand. 

“I promise.” The female said, and as in true Night Court style, the two felt their skin prick and Y/N looked at Elain's arm, where a fox carrying a rose in its mouth appeared, a matching one on herself, sealing their promise. 

“You still can stay with us, I'm sure Jurian and Vassa don't mind.” Lucien said, holding her so tight that she couldn't breath. 

“Tell them that I'll miss them too. Be happy Lucien, don't let anyone take anything from you ever again.” Lucien nodded.

“Never.” She smiled at him and he kissed her forehead. 

Nesta inserted the key into the slit, energising the gate with her power. A light appeared, like a beacon in the darkness. She had shown them what Erilea looked like, so Nesta kept that in mind and as Y/N looked up, she could see a bright sunny day on the other side. 

“If you ever need us, I will get you back.” Nesta said, pulling her for one last hug, she hated this, she wished they could have convinced her to stay. 

“Thank you Nes, you're a true friend.” She wiped the female's tears and Nesta laughed in between her cry. She loved Y/N.

The female lastly approached a quiet Azriel, he dreaded this moment but he would never do anything to make her unhappy, so he pulled her for a hug. Cupping her face in between his hands, he would never forget her. His shadows caressed her cheek and she giggled. 

“I love you, thank you for loving me too.” She said and he leaned his forehead against hers, kissing her passionately before he let her go.

“Even though this was all the time we had, I'm glad we had it at all. I love you, Y/N Blackbeak, and I always will.” And then she knew, she could never love anyone ever again because her heart would be here, with him, as long as she lived. 

He watched her climb Meraxes, flying towards the gap in the world. His head started to pound as the memories from that day with Mantyx filled his head, the missing pieces from the puzzle he was trying to complete. Clear as the day on the other side, he remembered. 

Mantyx said he would break the bond, the bond that tied the two together for the rest of their lives, and it was in pure agony that Azriel watched his mate disappear in that gate, his knees collapsing on the floor as he sobbed. 

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As Y/N fell through the worlds, once again landing upside down, she groaned, feeling her empty chest and that bond alongside her soul. She looked around, for some reason she was sent to Terrasen, Orynth glowing in the distance. 

And as she took in the sight of that familiar place, breathed the air of her own world, she wished that Azriel had been selfish enough to beg her to stay.

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Jake Kim x Fem! Reader Oneshot 🔞 || Birthday Gift 🎁

Dedicated to: @hanaa-ogk (Happy early birthday! ❤️)

NSFW: Sexual content including nudity, groping, grinding, penetration, praising, breeding kink, etc.

Scenario: Jake Kim invited you to come over to his place to celebrate your birthday. Little did you know, he actually had something BIG planned for you…

It’s that time of the year again, and it always seems to get old. The more you age, the lesser you tend to get excited for your birthday, acting like it’s no big deal.

However, your perspective changed from just one text message.

Your family held a small birthday party for you, which began in the morning and lasted all the way to the evening. Eating your favorite foods, to blowing out the usual birthday cake, to taking pictures and posting them on Facebook became the yearly norm for you. At least now, everyone is either knocked out on the couch or had gone off to work for the night, leaving you to be the only one who’s still awake in the house.

You were about to head into your room to sleep early for today, until you suddenly heard a notification ping from your phone. Reaching into your pocket for your phone to see what the notification was about, you turned it on to see that it was from none other than your beloved boyfriend, Jake Kim. Involuntarily, your heart began to beat rapidly from the sight of his name on your phone screen.

You scurried over to your room in a rush, then immediately shut the door behind you. Crashing onto your bed with your back landing on your soft mattress, you read his text message with your heart still anxiously pattering away.

“Happy birthday to the prettiest girl in the whole wide world!! 🥳❤️ I hope you had a fun time today with your family. It would’ve been better if I had joined, but you refused to even let me go. 😔”

Giggling at his text message, your fingers quickly tapped away breezily.

“Thank you, my love. 😘 As much as I really missed you today, I didn’t want you to go through all of the embarrassing questions that my parents would have asked you, and force you to have to take pictures with us. I think you’ve already suffered enough. 😅”

“It’s fine! I’m a big boy, I can handle whatever question they throw at me. 😤💪🏽”

“I don’t know, that doesn’t sound so reassuring to me. You would’ve regretted coming over if you did went… 😬”

“Hahahaha!! Since you said that you missed me today, then… How about you come over to my place?”

Raising an eyebrow at his sudden invitation, you questioned him curiously.

“Like… right now? 😳”

“Yeah, right now. I actually have a present waiting for you. If you want to come and pick it up, then you’re going to have to come over and get it yourself. 😎”

You thought about it for a minute until you’ve reached your conclusion.

“Ok, fine. I’ll come over to get it. Geez, you’re lucky that I love you so much. I’m even sacrificing the amount of sleep that I could’ve had right now! 😫”

“Oh, don’t worry love. You’ll get as much sleep as you want eventually. 😏”

Reading that last message caused you to furrow your eyebrows in pure confusion.

“What? Wdym by that? 🤨”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, so just go straight to my room when you get here. I’ll be waiting~”

That was odd. You noticed how he completely ignored that last message that you sent him, but you decided to let it go. After all, you haven’t seen Jake for quite a while now. The thought of coming over to his place made your stomach churn in excitement. You decided to change into your best clothes because of your birthday, but that really wasn’t the main reason why. Wearing a red velvet thigh-lengthed satin dress and black strapped leather heels, you wanted to look pretty in front of your boyfriend and you wanted to impress him.

Before leaving, you left a note on the dinner table saying that you’ll be at Jake’s house for the remainder of the evening. You even took a few slices of your red velvet birthday cake with you, since you knew how much he loved red velvet cake too. That was one of the things that you both have in common. Your love for red velvet cake.

Luckily, Jake’s home wasn’t that far from yours since it was only a ten-minute walk from your house. The two of you lived nearby, so it was common for him to visit you often. Recently though, he’s been busy with his crew, Big Deal, so he couldn’t come over as frequently as he used to. Times were much simpler back then, but you understand the circumstances that he’s been in. Overall, you’re just thankful that you still get to see him and that he still manages to get home in one piece.

Finally, you’ve arrived in front of his doorstep. Like he mentioned in his text, you let yourself in without having to knock on his front door. When you entered his home, you didn’t forget to close and lock the door behind you. Calling out to him from the front door, you said aloud, “Jake, I’m here! I brought some birthday cake for you, so I’ll put it in the fridge first!” It was a while ago since you’ve been in his house again. Taking in the scent of his house, it really did smell like him. It felt nostalgic, walking around in his house again while remembering the little things that you’ve barely noticed within it. Like the pictures hanging on the walls and the furniture placed in certain parts of each room.

You went straight to the kitchen to put the plastic container of cake in his refrigerator. It was an easy task to do, which barely took any of your valuable time. Now heading back towards the front door, you began to creep up the stairs towards his room. With every creaking step, your heart started to pulsate loudly, booming audibly through your chest and in your ears. You didn’t know why, but the ringing in your ears invoked the rising tension of nervousness from within the pit of your stomach, feeling butterflies flutter. You felt your throat become parched, gulping dryly from the built up anticipation.

At last, you’ve reached the final step on top of the staircase. Navigating your way through the dark corridor, the clacking of your heels on the wooden floorboards only made your presence known from outside of his room. At the end of the hallway, you stopped right in front of Jake’s room. You were about to reach for the door knob to open it, but you hesitated. Hovering your hand over it, you closed your eyes then took a deep breath. What is there to be nervous about? It’s just Jake. Was it because you haven’t seen him in forever, that now, it felt awkward to suddenly show up in front of him? It was frustrating how your nerves currently dictated the way you acted.

No. You won’t let the awkwardness ruin your meeting with him. You’ve been looking forward to this day for so long, and now, you finally got what you wanted. You’ve been longing to see him, to touch him, and to hold him in your arms for as long as you can. You’re going to go in there, and show him how much you’ve missed him. Clearly, it’s now or never.

Mustering up the courage to enter his room, your hand instantly went for the door knob. As you twisted it, you barged into his room without any signs of hesitation anymore. While walking into his room happily, you enthusiastically pronounced, “Jake! I’m he- re…”

What in the…?

All of a sudden, your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. Behind you, a small gust of wind from the door shutting sent a slight shiver down your spine, which didn’t help your current case at all. What was it, that really caused you to become immobilized in such a paralyzed state? Right in front of you, was Jake Kim sitting on the side of his bed, smiling at you with such delight that it made your heart leap a few times. “Hey, (Y/N). You’re finally here!” However, your heart didn’t seem to relax, not one bit. Why? It’s because, your boyfriend… wasn’t wearing anything at all. He was completely naked.

It was hard for you to conjure up what to say, when it’s hard to focus only on his face and not his junk. Stammering, you asked, “W-where’s the p-present th-that you… m-mentioned…?” Jake grinned proudly from ear to ear saying, “Love, don’t you get it? I AM, your present.” Still trying to comprehend what he meant by that, you answered in a weak, “W-what…?” He chuckled before leaning a bit back, to reposition himself more comfortably on his bed. Placing his hand near one of his sides on the bed, his other hand motioned you to come closer to him. “Come here, my sweet Babygirl.”

Gulping, you slowly walked towards him cautiously. Jake tilted his head up towards you, gazing into your eyes, as he held both of your hands in his. “My favorite birthday girl looks so beautiful. You’re so breathtaking, wearing such a fancy dress with these heels on. My goddess is making me want to act up. But sadly, I can’t do that right now. It’s your special day of course, so that’s why I’m allowing you to do anything to my body. You can do whatever you want, it’s my treat.” With a teasing smirk, he gave you a flirtatious wink which made you blush heatedly.

You responded in disorganized babbles. “B-but… h-how c-can I… Um… W-where d-do I… e-even…” He laughed at how you were struggling to get the right words out of your mouth. “If you need help, then you don’t have to worry with that pretty little head of yours. Here, I’ll gladly guide you…” Your heart continued to thump wildly, as your breathing was starting to hitch in agitation.

He took one of your hands and brought it onto his lips, kissing the back of your hand affectionately while glancing straight into your eyes. His eye contact on you didn’t once relieve your agitation. Commenting in almost an inaudible whisper with his lips pressed onto your hand, he said while admiring it, “You have such a beautiful hand, (Y/N). With long dainty fingers like these, they make me want to do this to them…” Jake then brought your index finger onto his lips, kissing it until he began to suck on it seductively. The temperature on your face was rising while witnessing a rare event that’s unfolding in front of you.

It was rare to see Jake so provocative, as if some sort of sex demon had possessed him. Often times, you regarded him as an angel, almost too good for someone to be as perfect as a heavenly being. His heart was big enough to fit every person that he knew in it, to care for them. Gentle and kind. His mind was so sharp, that he can cut someone with his own righteousness. A selfless, justice-seeking hero. But most importantly, his personality was so precious to you, that Jake became the most favorable treasure that you've ever cherished in your heart. A man whose whole character was made out of the finest mineral of gold.

That may be what you've interpreted from him ever since you met Jake Kim. However, you can't seem to wrap your head around this rare side of him. Another personality of his, that was unfamiliar to you. So alluring, so tempting, and yet, so bold. His large brawny hand played with your fingers, while his mouth gave them each his sweet attention. Kissing them, licking them, and sucking on them made you even more tense than before. He groaned every time his lips made contact with one of your digits, coating each one with his saliva, claiming them as his own. Noticing that you've been standing in front of him for an awfully indefinite amount of time, he stopped and encouraged you to hither closer to him, making himself more accessible to you. "Come on baby, I know you're itching to use me. No need to be so scared…" The way his free hand slid up the side of your hip and snaked onto your ass from behind, sent a warm feeling of exhilaration throughout your body. Your heat quivered from his smooth touches, which brought about the crossing of your legs. He caught onto your resistance from him, scolding you in a chastising manner. "Ah, ah, ah. Don't hide it. I want your body to be honest with me. If you hide it, then how are you going to properly use your gift now?" Jake sets your hand down gently onto your side, then placed both of his hands onto your thick thighs. With a strong grip on both, he pulled your legs apart to force you to spread for him. You gasped at how assertive he was with you, not knowing how to even react to him for being so intimidating. Eyeing the speedy travels of his hands onto your hips, he clasped the side of your hips then pulled you onto his lap to sit on his own manhood. Startled, your hands immediately held onto his shoulders in search of support to balance yourself while your legs hung on both sides of his bent knees.

From underneath your dress, you could make out the sensation of his massive thickness pressed onto the thin cloth of your underwear, twitching from the contact of the outline of your puffy folds. And you thought Jake wouldn't notice the drenched patch on your underwear? He angled his head down to see you squirming, only from the slight friction of his hard length on your veiled private. The scent of your juices permeating through your wet panties onto his solid structure caused him to groan in arousal. With a playful reverberation on the back of his throat, he cooed, "Baby, I know you felt it too. Now, tell me. What do you want me to do? You know I won't do anything, unless you give me an order." From behind your frame, his hand dragged along your exposed back in a beguiling slither, taking a lock of your hair and twirling it around his finger in a frivolous form. You were at your wits' end, huffing in sexual frustration due to how Jake was luring you into his trap. Birthday present or not, it was just an excuse for you and him to sink into your deepest desires.

If he wants you to take initiative, then so be it. Shyly, you whispered, "P-please… t-touch me…" Jake raised an eyebrow, displaying a superficial expression of cluelessness. "Touch you? What do you mean?" Biting your bottom lip, you looked at him innocently with those crystal irises of yours. "T-touch m-me… here…" You lifted your dress from beneath you, to unveil the soaked spot of your white laced panties dribbling onto his phallus. Jake then grinned in perception, pretending that he finally grasped the concept of what you were advising him to do. "Ah, you meant down there…" He whistled, marveling at the sight of how your cunt's fluids were now accumulating a pool of your transparent sap onto his girth, down to the base of where his protuberant balls were. "Would you look at that? You're already wet, princess. You want me to touch you here…?" You observed as his hand drew closer to your aching core. His fingers brushed delicately against the soppy fabric of your warmth, eliciting a moan through your glossy lips.

Jake's smile was nothing more than a display of entertainment. He continued to rub on that irresistible spot where your clit was located at, irking you to clench onto his shoulders more steadily. Your dark eyelashes fluttered in elation, as you mewled out to him in hushed tones. "Hngh, Jake… Oh, Jake~" Casually, he removed his hand from your condensation. Your needy eyes bore into his own with a desperate plea asking, "Jake, please… Why…?" He merely replied, "My lovely girl, I'm only going to suggest what's best for you, but you're going to have to tell me yourself. I'm your slave for today, so you make the choices here. Do you want me to help remove these for you?" Both his index finger and thumb snatched onto the hem of your intricately white underwear. You nodded, but then Jake didn't budge. Sighing, he laughed at your adorable sheepishness. "You're supposed to communicate to me, love. Remember? I only follow orders."

Faltering, you instructed him by commanding, "P-please… Help m-me… R-remove my… P-panties for me…" With a proud grin, he replied with, "Of course, princess." His hands carefully strung them off you, through one leg at a time. He meticulously helped you out by directing you to rest your knees onto his bed for only a brief period. It didn't take long for him to slide each side off each leg, now exposing your slit for him to view. Your bloated creases are currently touching his veiny package, giving him a small taste of how wet your cunt is from its exterior. Jake can now visibly see your swollen red bud, inflamed in all of its nerves, aching to be touched once again. His eyes focused back onto yours, asking with a hint of hope to resuming his servicing, "Would you like for me to continue, birthday girl?" You responded in a timid, "Yes, please…", before he started working his fingers onto your clit again.

The sensation of his experienced digits was very pleasurable to you, earning moans of bliss while Jake gave you the best fingering that a girl could ever ask for. Your facial expression grew into twisted titillation, arms swarming around his neck and sighing into his ear sinfully crying out, "Ahhh… Jake, i-it… f-feels… mmph- good…" He turned his head to take a glimpse at how teary your eyes have turned, due to his fingers flicking your clit, applying pressure that collected an even louder moan out of you. "Does it feel good, my love? Am I satisfying you, how you wanted?" Unstable as your sanity was, you answered him back nodding, "Yes, i-it's… so g-good… Hah… P-please, m-more… I w-want it… Ahhh… i-inside…" Clinging onto him with your arms around his neck, you rocked your hips onto his hand, indicating that you needed more attention to your breathing core. The vibration of your vagina contracted repeatedly inside of you, as if begging for him to be the one to satiate you in that region.

He was a bit awestricken at how needy you've become, especially when it was only from his hand. Snickering, he said, "With pleasure, my love." His digits teased your entrance first, touching to feel how soaked your heat had become from the treatment he was giving you on your clit. Your whines was what sent Jake into slight sadism. How ironic, to witness a slave actually enjoying feeding into your sensual distress. "Jake, please…" Chuckling to himself at your despair, he confessed, "I'm sorry baby, I couldn't help myself. You're cute whenever you beg for me like that." Subsequently, Jake plunged a finger deep into you with one slick. He didn't have any trouble inserting it, since your body fluids acted as the lube he really needed. Over and over again, he prodded them in and out of you, fascinated by the erotic sounds he was making while stirring up your insides. You wriggled under his touch actively. Head pointed up towards the ceiling, eyes rolling back into your head, mouth drooling from the corners of your lips, and larynx emitting the most lewdest of noises, became the pinnacle vision that Jake had ever laid eyes on. This phenomena that he was witnessing sounded like music to his ears.

"Mmmnnn… Jake, r-right th-there…" Your broken voice lit something inside of Jake, that he hadn't felt in forever. How long has it been since he had touched you, and pleased you like this? He couldn't recall, but he was familiar with the incredible sounds that you were making. It was thrilling to say the least, but there was more to it that Jake could describe. Just seeing his girl go mad due to his own touches, really grew on him. Being that special someone to witness this obscene side of you was one of the unique aspects of your relationship that he had fallen to. This became his addiction. His guilty pleasure. His sinful calling. It was torture having to stay away from you for a while to take care of some crew related business. When times were rough, he wanted to hold you in his arms, and never let you go. But, oh, how he missed pleasuring you and making you go weak in the sheets…

Jabbing another finger into you, you wailed in euphoric discords. His fingers curled at that deep angle, that caused you to throw your head back in symphonic rapture. You were panting, tears trickling down the sides of your rosy cheeks from the heat and the carnality. The sound of your voice became hoarse, from all of the moaning you were broadcasting in his room, which ricochet off of the sturdy walls. These noises became one of the main sounds that hypnotized Jake to do more for you. Jake whispered into your ear, whetting you on with his sexy voice. "Do you hear it, (Y/N)? Do you hear how dirty these sounds are? Mmmm… you sound like you're having way too much fun with this. Did you miss it? Me, giving you my attention?" You were unable to respond to him, too engrossed in the intensity of the reverence that he's generously granting you. "My poor girl, you must be lonely. Not having to have your kind boyfriend to give you what you needed. That's alright, sweetheart. I'm here now to give you what you want…" When his fingers punctured your g-spot harder, the opening of your jaw slacked, vocalizing a louder response of contentment from you. Your elastic walls have been coiling around his fingers, leaving a cold shudder to bolt right through your entire body. His sweet-talking left a rich impression to your ears, that it so happened to turn you on even more. Chuckling in satisfaction, he implied, "There you go. There's the sound that I love to hear. Let it all out, (Y/N). You know how much I love hearing your gorgeous voice. God, you're still so tight. Let's loosen you up, okay? See, you're even sucking up my fingers down here…" Whimpering, you didn't know how much you could take it. You're so close to orgasming, that Jake was doing so well, working you up to your peak. In fragmented sobs, you moaned his name steamily. "Ja- ahhh… -aaake… Jaaa- uhn… -ake…" Keen to your dejected squeals, he pressed attentively, "What is it, baby? Tell me." With your body trembling, your eyes stared into his on impulse, warning him, "I-I… hah… I-I'm… c-close…" Jake responded heedlessly, "Oh, are you now? That's good. Go on then, love. Cum for me." The movement of his pointers got rougher by the minute. Your pussy began to resonate around him, clenching in and out around his feelers while your heart raced like it was going to burst. He sensed his fingers being swallowed up by your gash, soothing you through your overstimulation. "Ease into it… That's it, good girl~" Chanting in libidinous prayer, you begged in between sobs, "Jake… hic- P-please… don't… s-stop…" Leaning his face closer to the side of your face, he kissed one of your saturated cheeks, alleviating you of the knot that was building up in your stomach. "Don't worry my precious girl, I won't." Cascades of shimmering tears escaped from your long lashes then down your cheeks, where his lips were still pressed onto one of them. With one final cry, your body convulsed and climaxed onto his hand, showering your own discharge that has now gotten all over his lap, including his dick.

The lingering stimulation of your jubilation resulted you to produce bodily tremors. Panting while trying to catch your breath on how explosively gratifying his fingering game was, Jake rewarded you with a tender kiss on your forehead. "You did so well, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." Exhausted, your voice wavered saying, "Th-thank… you…" He rest his dry hand on the top of your head and patted your head gently with care, smiling dotingly at you. "You're very welcome, love. I love treating you, in any way possible. Even when we're both alone together, like how we are right now." He playfully winked at you, drawing his fluid-covered hand closer to his mouth, licking his own hand clean from your vaginal discharge. This naughtiness of his spurred you to blush before letting out a diverted giggle after he was done cleaning himself up. You kissed him back on his cheek, treasuring his sincerity towards you.

His fingers trailed down the sides of your hair, stroking a lock from your head, bringing it onto his lips to kiss it. “My beloved birthday girl, we have a long way to go. What else do you want me to do, besides me satisfying you with my fingers?” Without having to think about it, you answered straightaway with, “Help me strip.” Jake was somewhat surprised at your forwardness, that he had to laugh. “You now getting used to ordering me around, princess?” The red flush on your cheeks returned, as you shook your head in denial. “N-no, I was just-” Jake interrupted to console you. “Babe, I’m kidding. No need to stress, alright? It’s your special day, so I’m happy to serve you as best as I can. Here, let me help you with your dress.” 

Jake gently stripped you by starting at the dress’s spaghetti straps. On the left, he grabbed onto it and nudged it off to the side. “Ok, can you slip out of it from here?” You nodded with an affirmative, “Yeah.”, pulling your own arm out to be set free from the strap’s restriction. He did the same for the opposite one, and right when both straps have been removed, he held your dress from the sides then gave you a request. “Can you hold your arms up, like you’re reaching for the stars?” As silly as his instruction may sound, you obeyed him, surveying how he pulled your dress off in one vertical sweep. 

After doing so, your body became half naked, with your private out in the open and your chest still concealed underneath a pretty white strapless underwire bra. Jake’s eyes narrowed in desire at the visibility of how well the bra fit your breasts so perfectly. The only words that he could muster were, “My Angel…”, which sent your heart on a mile run and the rest of your body in a scorching frenzy, that you could’ve sworn that your entire face had turned into a delectable cherry. Jake is currently dealing with a self-restraint conflict in his head. The urge to snatch it off of you in one go tempted him greatly, but he knew he had to behave himself for tonight. Resisting the desire to rip the bra off of you, Jake confronted you by asking straightforwardly. “Will you let me remove it for you?” Nodding, you gave him permission to do so. 

Automatically, he tossed your dress at the end of the bed while his hands seized the strap from behind you to unclip your bra. Fiddling with it impatiently, Jake cursed under his breath saying, “Why are these things so hard to put on and take off?” At least he was aware of one of the struggles that women have to go through. You laughed at him struggling to unclasp your bra from behind. Agreeing with him, you jostled, “That’s what ‘being a woman’ is all about, Jake.” Jake clicked his tongue in frustration, still trying to unlatch your bra from behind. “Now, I feel for all of you women. The struggle IS real. Why can’t society just… free the breasts instead?” You continued to laugh at his unintentional jokes, loving how he suddenly turned into an advocate for women because of your bra. An unexpected click was heard from behind you, as Jake cheered in victory. “Aha! I finally got it off!” When he got your bra off, he chucked it at the same spot where your dress was located at. Giggling in pride for your boyfriend’s achievement, you jested, “Good boy, Jakey! Do you want head pats?” You reached your hand over to the top of his head to pet his head, smoothing your fingers through his soft dark hair. 

Jake leaned his head closer to you to give you access to his head, while he crooned in a receptive fashion. “That feels nice…“, he opined in glee. Smiling, you asked, “Really?” He nodded in response. “Yeah, it does. But…” He grabbed onto the hand that was petting him, by the wrist, then transferred it onto his drenched cock that was covered in your juices. Whispering into your ear, he uttered, “It would feel a lot better if this was inside you. Wouldn’t you agree?” Your face lit up in a glowing panic, unable to say a single word but a startled cheep. It was like you flipped his switch somehow, and you didn’t know how. It was WAY too sudden. The bashfulness on your face was an adorable state for him to witness, which influenced him to tease you further. Feeling his breath on your ear, he proceeded to whisper sweet nothings for you to get off on. “It’s yours, baby. Do anything you want to it, and to me. Tell me what you really want. Make me follow your orders, for tonight…” You felt both of his hefty arms fastened around your waist. With you still sitting on top of his lap, the built up arousal within you started to rise bit by bit. Your breathing became shakier than usual, as your flustered body felt the rush of heat coursing through your heaving lungs. 

Whatever he was doing was working, and he knew that for a fact. He’s doing all this on purpose, making it unbearable for you to withstand his teasing and his seduction. When was he ever a sucker for words like that? All this sweet-talking was making you squirm and scoot yourself closer onto his wet balls, as if pleading him to help you relieve yourself from your sexual rut. The beating of your heat became torturous. It was magnifying to even be drawn to him in the first place, but the way he was provoking you indirectly without having to caress your sensitive spots or to graze even the slightest millimeter of your skin was harrowing. Easing into your breaking point further, Jake chuckled, asking with an impish smile on his mug. “Am I turning you on, princess? I can feel your kitty twitching on my crotch…” You were at your limit. Instinctively, you propped your arms over his shoulder, returning your arms around his neck where they rightfully belong. As you began to move your hips back and forth, you straddled his groin, showing him how much you needed him right now. “Jake, I need you…” The instance when you stared at him with your puppy-dog eyes, and the whining that can be heard from the back of your uvula, stirred up something inside of Jake that it affected how his cock acted. When he looked down at his crotch, he saw his own prick twinging on his stomach, standing up on end. His tip was swollen in a hint of red, aching for some attention. The veins on the sides of his prong were bulging, clearly from the blood flowing onto his scorching dick. The self restraint that he had to endure was painful to him, that he couldn’t do anything but to wait for your instructions on when or how he should act. The discipline that he had to go through was driving his mental state onto the edge. 

Still trying to patiently restrain himself, he sneered in impatience still trying to maintain his character. Questioning in a stern tone, he asked, “Need me for what?” You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration too, but your profile was more expressive and obvious than his was. The both of you wanted each other badly, yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He had to rely on you to make the first move. At that moment, your words sprung out of your mouth like they were dying to be heard, since they were trapped in the back of your throat. There was no room for guilt, or shamefulness anymore. Your desire for him was enough for you to communicate to him about how much you needed his skin on yours. “I need you to make love to me, Jake. Please, I can’t wait anymore! I want you to touch me, to run your hands all over my body… And I need you inside of me, and I want you to do anything and everything to me!! Just… show me how much you love me…” Jake’s eyes widened at your boldness, as he felt a pang in his chest, relieved to have his silent prayers heard in the back of his mind. Smirking, he asked while loosening his grip on your waist by retracting one of his hands to cup your face with care. His facial expression softened, gazing straight into your eyes with such sympathy. “My babygirl… Are you sure that you want me to do ‘anything and everything’ to you?  I might not be able to hold myself back if I do.” You glanced back at him, nodding. Sighing, he smiled adoringly at you, thinking of how his birthday plan for you had completely gone down the drain. So much for self restraint. 

The corner of his mouth slightly curved upward, as his lips grew into a mischievous smile. “You better not regret giving me power, (Y/N).” Jake didn’t hesitate to recoil his arm back around your waist. Now standing up on both of his feet, he hoisted you up with him, forcing you to intuitively cling onto his body tightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck firmly than before while your legs did the same around his waist, looking like you were trying to grapple him. He turned around to face the bed, crawling deeper into it with you hugging him fixedly. From far away, the scene could easily be compared to a picture of a big parental koala carrying a baby koala on its chest. As Jake rearranged a few pillows in a stack against his bed board, he crashed his back onto them, acting like he was leaning into a couch. As his grip around you released onto both of his sides on the mattress, his eyes shifted towards your figure beneath him, still hugging him ever so securely. 

You tilted your head up to take a glimpse at him, and you caught him staring at you. Curiously, you asked, “What’s wrong, Jake?” He tittered to himself, shaking his head airily, emphasizing that it was nothing serious. “I just realized how small you looked under me. You’re really an adorable girl…” he placed his hand on the back of your head and pressed you close onto his chest, stroking your head in a comforting manner. You sighed into him, bounding your own body against him with such peace. Altering the way you were sitting, you unlocked your legs from around his waist then folded your knees on both of his sides to sit flatly on his lap. After getting yourself comfortable, your cheek became mushed up onto one of his hard pecs, leaving you to murmur softly, “I missed you, Jake. I really did.” 

Jake withdrew himself from you for a bit, sloping his head downwards to look into your eyes amorously, cherishing your words. He was relieved to hear those words of affirmation, which recovered him from the sense of loneliness and guilt that had built up inside him while he was off fulfilling his leadership obligations. He was glad to know that your love for him didn’t waver, while he was absent from your side. Staring back into your eyes, he smiled sincerely. “I missed you too, beautiful. I’m sorry that I’ve been busy recently. I realized that being apart from you, really took its toll on me. It drove me insane, being unable to see you for so long. Honestly, there hasn’t been a single day without you, that I didn’t think of you. Because…” When his voice trailed off into silence, your head tilted to the side attentively. His face had this calculated expression, as he tried to ponder for the right words to express how he felt. Your curiosity got to you, pressing him a bit more for him to continue onward with his explanation. “Because…?” Eventually, his eyebrows furrowed in a serious demeanor. With eyes that sparked with resolution, he grasped one of your hands that was raveled around his neck, then brought the back of your hand onto his lips. “…Because I love you so much, (Y/N). You mean everything to me, that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I had lost you.” Those words made your worries fade away into nothingness. Burying your last remaining desolation that was once there, to willfully decay on its own.

How can he be so confident and sure about his feelings for you, like that? While Jake was away, you didn’t think that he’d have the time of day to even think of you or miss you since you assumed that he’d be immersed in his duties as a crew leader of Big Deal. Who knew that guys who held a lot of responsibilities, such as Jake, would be longing to see their significant other with such yearning? It really did put you to shame, doubting him and thinking all this time that his passion for you must’ve diminished since he’s been too busy as of late. Believing that he didn’t need you by his side anymore, just because he’s been occupied by another matter. The regret that you had for doubting him once, raised a heavy sensation in your chest. Your breathing became shaky, and as Jake noticed this, he placed his hand on your back in concern. Worry swept over his profile, when he asked, “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” All of a sudden, he felt his heart split right when he saw tears cascading from your dewey eyes.  His eyes expanded in shock due to your unexpected sobbing. Panicked and discomfited, questions flooded in his mind, mostly pertaining to how and why you started crying. Frantically, he probed, “Why baby, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?? Did I say something that might’ve upset you???” Jake sat up to straighten his posture against the tower of pillows behind him. The upper half of his body bent forward to hold your face with both of his hands. Tilting your face up to take a closer look at you, his eyes dimmed in sorrow when your strained red eyes made contact with his. 

Sniffling, you mustered a, “I-I’m… hic- ...s-sorry, Jake… f-for d-doubting you… sniff- …a-and f-f-or think- ugh… -ing that y-you don’t… l-love me a-any… more…”  Jake’s thumbs brushed over the creases of your eyes, wiping your tears away from your swollen eyes. He kissed your cheek before he released your face, transitioning his arms to confine around you until they have enveloped your weak shell, pulling you closer onto him. His hand on your back soothed you, rubbing you from behind while hushing you. By kissing your forehead and by displaying how much he loves you, he comforted you with his compassionate gestures, as he lulled, “Shhh… It’s ok, love. I understand where you’re coming from, and I forgive you. I’m really sorry that I made you feel that way. I shouldn’t have left you for so long, unattended and alone. It pains me to see you cry, and I want to make it up to you.  Please, let me redeem myself. Not only as your boyfriend, but as your lover. I want you to be proud, and to believe that I’ll love you no matter what we’re going through. I assure you that whatever obstacle we have to tackle on our own, we won’t be separated. Whether it’s through thick and thin…” Jake pried himself for only a second, eyeing you with a strong sense of devotion. “I’ll keep protecting you, supporting you, and cherishing you, even if it means that I can still love you forever. There’s no way that I’ll give up on you. You’re the only one who can love me and understand me for who I really am, and that is already enough for me to want to keep you close to me.” 

Rubbing your own eyes from the leftover residue of your tears, a confident smile bloomed on your face, as you inquired, “Jake… Tell me, what did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?” His eyes closed, holding his own chin in a curious fashion as if trying to ponder for the actual answer that’s buried deep within his mind. “Hmmm… Was it your beauty? Your kindness? Your hospitality? I’m not quite sure. But actually, I’m a HUNDRED PERCENT certain, that it must’ve been the way you caught my big ol’ ass from a mile away. Oh yeah, that’s definitely it! I know for a fact, that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of it. Love at first sight, am I right?” He opened one of his eyes, then gave you a cheeky grin. Laughing at his absurd theory, you struck his chest with a light smack, snapping at him humorously by saying, “As if my eyes would look for it in the first place! You’re giving your butt too much credit, here!”  Your rebuttal made him laugh back at you, leading to you and him debating for about five minutes on what really was up with his butt. As the two of you teased each other and joked around, your laughs eventually died down, resulting the both of you to look at each other gaily. Jake’s mouth arched into a praiseful beam, ultimately proclaiming, “I love you, (Y/N).” A shade of scarlet engulfed your cheeks, inciting an enthused thumping from your heart. You smiled, glowing in all of your beauty when you responded gingerly, “I love you too, Jake Kim.” The approach to your response, concerning how you emphasized his name had somehow pulled at his heartstrings. It was of course, on purpose. Confirming that the message was meant for the only “Jake Kim” in your life. The Jake Kim who holds a special place in your heart.

Repeating inside his head as if rewinding that sweet moment that happened not to long ago, he delved himself into a deep burning passion for you. Closing the gap between one another, his lips gently merged with yours, holding you in his arms even more snuggly than ever before. Your arms braced around his neck, while you kissed him dearly. His tongue slipped in between your sugary lips, coaxing your tongue to dance passionately with his. Your hands glided up the nape of his neck and through his soft somber hair, moaning into his mouth like a thirst deprived woman. Jake’s senses were starting to slip away from him, when all he can see, breathe, and taste is you. The movement of his tongue in your mouth grew rougher by the minute, which resulted in you to adjust to his pace. His groans and your moans, including the heavy breathing that was shared among both pairs of ears, caused you two to become feral for each other. His hands began to roam greedily throughout your body, caressing and groping every inch that could possibly make you squeal even louder. His hands found your soft doughy breasts, kneading and fondling them. On both hands, he used the flats of his thumbs to play with your areola by swirling them lightly around them, until he could hear those addictive whimpers of yours. Next he decided to rub your nipples back and forth, stimulating such a wonderful reaction from you, by making it harder for you to kiss him back feverishly. The “Mmmm”’s and the “Ahhhh”’s that increased in volume from his experienced handling really did influenced his private to convert into one delicious erection. Even though he was highly turned on by you, he’s still such a cruel Tease King, enjoying every moment he could get for you to struggle to return the same amount of love he was erotically giving you. Could you even keep up with him now, even during the current state that you’re in? 

Unaware of your own actions, he felt you instigating friction onto his stiff member, which earned a few grunts from him while he played with your breasts with his hands and your mouth with his twisted tongue. Jake was aware of how well his skills were in bed. He couldn’t wait to get in between your legs and bed you so good, to the point that he can hear your needy cries once more. However his conscience told him otherwise, thinking in the back of his head, that your own bliss comes first. Watching you grinding your aroused heat onto him, he smirked, already coming up with the best way to tease you. “Look at you, my pretty baby is moving her hips on her own. Do you want to put it in yourself? It’s your call, (Y/N). I know you gave me the right to do ‘anything and everything’ to you, but I’m passing the torch back to you once again. Right now, it’s all about you, since it’s your birthday after all.” 

With drool dropping down the side of your mouth, you kept rubbing against his phallus while babbling, “Ugh~ I-I want t-to… Ahhh~ P-put i-it in… So b-badly… P-please, l-let me… do it…” Chuckling at your selfish request, he shrugged casually like he didn’t think too seriously of it when he answered, “Go ahead, you’re already being so desperate that you’re basically already begging to do anything to get my cock inside of you.” Jake suddenly raised his pelvis onto your slick folds, rubbing himself onto you slowly in a torturous fashion. He caught you by surprise, moaning in response while gazing at him, who now had lust clouded over his eyes. Not only did his movements fuel your arousal, but it also fed his too. His goal really was to make your pussy starve for his meat. To crave the desperate need to be satiated, giving your poor cunt that was clenching on nothing, to be filled with his whole entire length. 

He laughed lowly at your reactions, mewling at how his dick grated against your sensitive nerves underneath you. “You’re a needy little girl, aren’t you? Haha, so spoiled~ I can tell by the look on your face, that you’ve been dying to feel me again, huh? Don’t worry, I won’t steal the spotlight from you. Here, go and put it in for me~” Finally giving you mercy, he stopped his friction against you. Your whole body trembled from the residual feeling of his private leaving your entrance. Positioning yourself to hover over his erection, Jake eyed you meticulously. He wouldn’t dare miss such a phenomenal sight to behold. Holding onto the end of his hardened rod near his balls, you elevated yourself about an inch above his entire length. Using his tip, you brought yourself down onto his shaft and probed it onto your entrance, smearing his oozing pre-cum onto your moistened self. The sounds that manifested from your naughty privates scraping each other brought about groans from both of you, leaving you to sigh minimally and Jake to transfer his hands firmly onto your thighs that were resting beside his hips. Fastening your grip onto his staff, you slowly lowered yourself down onto his stiffness until you felt him finally spreading your tractable insides out in one slippery swoop. Jake groaned loudly in response, with your warm juicy pussy cocooning around his rod, sensing every inch of him being hugged tightly within you. Simultaneously, you let out a noisy whimper when he finally bottomed out once you felt his tip bump onto your cervix. Both of you stared deeply into each other’s eyes, now fully aware that at this point, there’s no turning back. 

Jake’s intense gaze slowly lowered until they were fixated at the sight of both of your bodies now connected as one. In a husky voice, he respired with great infatuation, “Now THAT, is a beautiful sight to see.” He chuckled in between his own speech of admiration. “Go on, (Y/N). Ride me to your heart’s content. I’m all yours for the night anyways, and I’m here to satisfy my girl generously for her birthday.” His breath grew even thicker than usual, now feeling the heat of your snug hole reverberating along with his own cock twitching inside you, as if eagerly signaling you to begin moving. With a slight pant, you nodded softly as your cheeks became rosier. You positioned your hands onto his beautifully sculpted abs, then began to bounce slowly. With every rock of your hips, you moaned, feeling his rigidity scraping your insides as it repeatedly hit your good spot. Jake watched in awe as you dribbled your hips over and over again, onto his thick shaft. His breathing hitched in reaction to your moaning and your needy movements, which forced him to moan with you in rapture. The way his hands glided from your thighs all the way up to your hips to hold you in such a secure grip while you ride him, made you bite your bottom lip in bliss. A sexy moan escaped Jake’s lips when he coaxed in a provocatively soothing manner. “That’s right, (Y/N). Use me. Right now, you deserve all of the attention on you. Mmm… that’s it, gorgeous. You really are beautiful (Y/N), when you bounce on my cock like that. Even your eyes says it all too.” His hands then began caressing your sides, which sent shivers down your spine as you continued to use your boyfriend for you own pleasure. You became so sensitive to his touches. No matter how light he was touching you, it really sent tingles down your entire body. 

While watching you cry out in ecstasy, Jake couldn’t help but find your sweet satisfaction to be deeply intoxicating. The way you were desperately crashing your own hips down onto his groin while you moaned euphorically was such a wondrous sight to behold. Not only were you moving yourself on your own accord, but the way you were passionately gazing down at him as if your pleasure was his pleasure as well, made him feel prouder than ever. He let out an amused chuckle as he asked suggestively with a slight hint of mischief. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, princess? Do you want me to help you out?” You were unable to control your thought processing, since you were losing your senses to the feeling of pure pleasure. While mewling in contentment, you vigorously nodded. Your mind was too caught up in bliss, that you couldn’t wrap your head around what Jake was about to do. Without hesitation, Jake instinctively bent his knees while his feet laid fixedly on the bed. After that, he held you by your hips once again until he began to move rhythmically with you, thrusting himself into you from below you. His hips bucked every time he raised himself to collide with your body much more forcefully. You were simply caught off guard by his sudden movements that you threw your head back and let out a loud moan. Satisfied by your reaction, he smirked slightly, enjoying the way he was giving you a boost to your enjoyment. “Does that feel better than before, baby? Do you want me to go faster?” You whined in a needy fashion before crying out in a shaky voice, “Y-yes… pleeease, J-Jake… faster~!!” Those words were enough to drive Jake to the edge as he began to rut himself into you faster, like you implied him to. He clutched your sides a bit tighter than before, pulling you down onto him to meet with his thrusts. A loud cry emitted from your mouth as you slammed your hips continuously, as the both of you went at each other with passionate grinds and movements. You exclaimed through sinful moans to him saying, “J-Jake, you… Ahhh~ feel so… Mmmm~! Good in-… s-side me~!!!” While breathing intensely, Jake grinned proudly due to the way he was making you extremely good at this very moment. “Oh, really? Am I making you feel that good, princess? You know, we’re just getting started, right?” His eyes glowed in lustful passion towards you. “I plan to give you all of me tonight on your special day, so I’ll be very generous to you…” One of his hands slid down to your front as he began to play with your clit while the both of your bodies continued to crash against one another, flicking your bundle of nerves with ease. Swishing his hand over it back and forth made you lose your senses further, which influenced you to clench your insides even more around him. Jake let out a gruntled moan, as he felt your vice grip around his solidity lock onto him. “You like that, don’t you (Y/N)? I can tell from the way you tightened around me, just now. You’re such a naughty girl, baby.”  His teasing didn’t help your case at all, as you continued to moan in carnality for him. “Just say the word, and I’ll take you there. That’s a promise, love. I’ll do it, just for you and only for you. So tell me… what would you like me to do for you?” His sensual invitation caused your body to tremble, in which you mumbled incoherently. “P-please, mmm~!! M-make me…”  

Jake’s smirk widened as he continued to tease you until he was satisfied with your answer. “What was that, my love? I couldn’t quite hear you. Speak up, and make it clear for your boyfriend to hear.” Jake continued to play with your clit, which directed you to arch your back and for your eyes to roll back into your head out of pleasure. Your breaths were hotter than ever, as you struggled to keep your voice from becoming unevenly inaudible to comprehend. “J-… Ahhh~!! -ake, please… m-make me… hah… c-cum~!!!” With your body twitching and your voice trembling every time he was pleasing your sensitive spots, Jake loved seeing this side of you even more. The desperation, the vulnerability, and the way he was making you all feeble for him gets him even more excited by the minute. He wants to keep on loving you like this, until you couldn’t think twice about him ever leaving you again. The knot inside both of you was clearly building up more and more, and that was a sign for Jake to step up his game. Finally giving you mercy from all of his teasing, his eyes narrowed much more seriously when he gave a low and affirmative suggestion, “Then, let me help you out until the end.” 

The grasp on your hip with his opposite hand grew more fixed, as his actions began to speed up. Both of his hips and his hand on your aching bud exponentially incremented in speed which caused your jaw to fall widely open, vocalizing one of the most satisfyingly loud moans of pleasure that Jake has ever heard from you in his life. It was natural for him to smirk a bit, in which your glorious cries and whimpers left a very positive impression on him as they boosted his ego. “Am I giving you what you wanted? You know how much you deserved this. It’s my treat after all, for my most precious girl in the whole wide world.” His smirk widened, as he watched you fall deeper into blissful madness. Your bounces were becoming sloppier than ever, jutting yourself harder onto him while he jabs his entire length deep within you from the bottom. From the rising tension within you, you could feel how close you were in tasting that sweet elated peak of yours. 

The jargon that was intermingled with your mewls of delectation was all gibberish. They would have sounded childish, like some sort of nonsensical gobbledegook that a mere baby would be babbling about, if a third party were to witness such a passionate and intimate scene between you and your boyfriend. However, your blathers of indistinguishable words gave Jake the satisfaction that he was doing his job well. So well, that it was all music to his ears. The way you sucked his cock in like a strong vacuum sent him into a spiral of lustful passion and desire. All of Jake’s pent up sexual frustration that he had to conceal and keep all to himself while he was away from you, was finally being put to work into giving you what you deserved. It was complete paradise for the both of you, and you both truly needed this.

“Mmm… goddamn, baby. You really know how to tighten up on me, don’t you? I can tell, that you’re very close.” Jake’s lips concaved upward into more of a mischievous grin, obviously entertained by the way you were giving it your all on him as well. The way you were hammering yourself deeply onto his girth while making sure you were getting every inch of pleasure for yourself, made this all worthwhile. At that moment, Jake believed that this event was really worth waiting for, and he wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world if he get to view something as great of a sight as this. Your intense pants, your loud symphonic moans, and your face that was scrunched up in immense pleasure delivered quivers down Jake’s body. Although, it wasn’t long until you were about to reach your orgasm. The more you felt that wave of pleasure rising within your stomach, the more you felt your heart racing by the minute and the more you sensed your body shaking in extreme decadence. Everything felt so overwhelming to you, that you were about to explode any second. “J-… aaake~!! I-I’m feel l-like… I-I’m going t-to… burst~!!!” Jake noticed the shakiness both in your voice and your body, as he continued to hold you by the hips potently. While still jamming his love-stick into you, he moaned in between his uneven respirations. “It’s alright, my love. Just let it all out, for me.” His encouraging instantly made you let go of all your inhibitions and tensions from your body. With one final cry of delightful pleasure, you gave his cock a powerful clench as you climaxed all over your boyfriend’s rod. Your body contracted around him, which influenced Jake to emit a loud groan and release all of his warm load into you, spraying deep within your private until you were filled to the very depths. Your body twitched due to the lingering feeling of pleasure still residing inside of you, as you sat there with his dick warming your cave, all nice and snug.

Fatigued as you were, you slowly removed yourself from Jake, as his prong sprung out from you in a messy plop. As Jake observed your every action while trying to catch his breath, he watched as his translucent seed came trickling down in between your thighs and down your legs. He chuckled triumphantly at such a marvelous sight, as he breathed out in satisfaction, “Whew, you’re so breathtaking, (Y/N). You really know how to make a guy go crazy for you.” While praising you, you collapsed beside him onto the bed and rested one of your arms on his lean chest while the other was propped against the tower of pillows below Jake’s head. You caressed his hair soothingly in an adoring fashion, displaying your signs of appreciation for the wonderful birthday gift he just gave you. He tilted his head down to smile lovingly at you, as he leaned in to give you an affectionate kiss on your forehead while stroking your hair. “You were so passionate, love. You really missed me that badly, huh? And plus, I forgot how adorable your O-face was. I really did miss seeing that.” Your eyes widened a bit at that last part that he mentioned, which led you to blush in embarrassment. Jake noticed your embarrassed expression, which made him laugh. Oh, you were just too cute for him to handle. “Don’t be embarrassed, love. After all…” Jake gently grasped your chin then tilted your head up smoothly to look into your eyes with a seductive smile. “I’m the only one who can see such a beautiful face like that.” His flirtatious words caused your heart to skip a beat, which only made your flushed cheeks to grow even rosier than before. You were lost in a helpless daze over him as he gazed into your eyes with love. How can such a perfect man be your boyfriend? You were just that lucky. 

“Now, now, (Y/N). The night is still young, so we got all the time in the world to make your birthday even better…” All of a sudden, you felt his broad hand slid in between your thighs, as he began to tease you out and caress your sweet spot again. You gasped, as he began playing with your clit again, which caused you to moan again. “Mmm~” You couldn’t hold back your moans at all, as Jake slowly stroked you with his thick fingers that were now penetrating you once more. Jake grinned sexily at how he was playing with your squelching insides that were still sensitive from your last orgasm. Your legs quivered in response, as he cooed into your ear silkily, “Tell me, babygirl… do you want more of my services? I’m being very generous with you since it’s your birthday, so I want to spoil you all night long. Like I said earlier, I’ll be your slave for tonight. So be honest with me… what do you want me to do for you now?” There was no end to your soft moans as he kept on teasing you. The way his fingers slipped in and out of you, and the delivery of his words that laid out his irresistible invitation made your head spin heatedly. 

Teetering with euphoria, you said unsteadily, “P-please, J-Jake… K-keep… pleasing me…” Jake smiled with gratitude when he heard your reply. He confidently answered back by saying, “With pleasure, princess. Don’t worry, I’ll make all of this worth your while. I won’t let this time that we have together go to waste…” With that, he removed his slick fingers from in between your thighs then sat up straight on the bed. Your eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity, as you watched him make his way in front of you. The both of you were now looking directly at each other face-to-face, but the caricature he had was unlike before. This time, his face was filled with determination. He slid his bulky yet veiny arms underneath your thighs, grappling both of your legs steadily. With one forceful sweep, he pulled your body closer to him which produced a startled yelp out of you. When he looked down at your face, your heart was thumping wildly due to how he was staring straight at you. The Jake that was soft, was no longer there. Instead, he was replaced by a more domineering Jake. A Jake that was filled with the ambition to only please you, his one and only girl. His eyes shined down onto yours with a glint of zealous sex drive, which clearly turned you on inside and out. Your body warmth escalated in temperature, as the sexual tension between the two of you heightened. However, his gaze was so intense, that you became extremely bashful towards him. Your eyebrows knitted in agitation as your eyes focused on him with a hint of concern. You couldn’t handle the incredible intimidation from him any longer and you were at your wits' end. 

As a result, you averted your eyes away from him for only a second until you heard this man suddenly asked in a husky yet profound voice, “Where are you looking at, (Y/N)?” Straightaway, his buff arms pinned on both sides of your head. Lowering himself down closer to your face, you felt his warm breath on your face as his visage portrayed one of sternness. When he whispered in a hushed yet coarse voice, you could visibly see his Adam’s apple bobbing to the vibrations of his low tone when he said, “Keep your eyes on me, princess. I’m not finished with your gifting yet.” In a heartbeat, your eyes returned to focus on his eyes once more. Without warning, his hands slithered down to the back of your knees and clasped onto those joints, which made him sit back up on the bed to straighten his posture by puffing out his expansive chest out and flexing his jacked abs. Instantaneously, he held you strongly before he forcibly pushed your legs back until your thighs met at the level of your head, your toes to point up towards the ceiling and your ass hang up in the air. But what was embarrassing about this position to the point that it prompted your face to mask in scarlet, was that your gaping hole that was glistening with all your vaginal salivation, was spread out for Jake to see. Such a selfish display, was perfect in his eyes. To see his girl at such an arousing stance all for himself really triggered his urges for you. This feeling of excitement that Jake had can be compared to seeing Disneyland’s castle for the first time, but in a much more erotic setting. 

The usual teasing smile of his returned upon his lips when he lowly whispered in admiration, “You’re so pretty from this angle, (Y/N).” You peered back at him with a tint of crimson upon your cheeks. Your cute feeble countenance ignited something in Jake, which produced a heavy sigh from him before he started to position himself properly. He was now crouching over your sacred entryway, while his hands were holding your thighs down, just the way he purposely arranged them. Jake resumed to leer at you with a serious gleam, which was currently masquerading his softness towards you. The thought that he was the only one who had access to such an extravagant scenery below him, made this man’s sexuality grow even stronger. 

Spontaneously, his large phallus was angled onto your throbbing core correctly, in preparation of the second round that you’re about to receive from him. Jake began to apply friction onto your saturated gash by using his thick veiny member, lubing up his dick with the juices that accumulated from your heat. A few needy whines were roused from your mouth because of his humping, affecting the way your legs quaked. Jake continued to tease your exterior until he could hear your heated breaths getting denser and could feel your folds getting puffier in arousal, along with the wetness that came with it. At last, after the torturous yet stimulating fondling with his length, he gave a satisfied hum before directing the head of his cock at your beating entrance. Your body shivered in anticipation as your eyes fixated up at his pleasure stick. 

Desperate as you now were to feel the pleasure of his phallic package again, you whimpered urgently, “Please Jake, put it inside me already. I need you, badly!” The corner of Jake’s mouth tilted upward into a diverted smirk as he asked temptingly, “How badly do you want it, princess? Let me know how much you want me. I won’t start until you tell me exactly what you want.” His face inched closer to yours while his hands were still stationed down on your thighs, as he bent forward to look deeply into your eyes, awaiting for your answer. Your eyes that were clouded in desire, glanced back at him when you squeaked in sensual distress, “Jake, pleeeeese, I want to feel you inside of me! I need your touch, your warmth, and your love. So… please…?” You gave him the signature teary puppy-dog eyes that always managed to sway his heart. Jake admitted in his head that you were indeed, too adorable to resist. You were his soft spot, after all. He sighed hopelessly, as he gave you a faint smile of defeat. “You never fail to amaze me, (Y/N). My girl… my love…” 

Involuntarily, Jake’s dick eventually started to sink downwards into your warm fluid insides, which earned a contented moan from the both of you when he entered inside you. Once you felt all of him reach its maximum occupancy, you heard and felt his prominent balls smacked right where your ass hole was. A grunt spewed from his mouth, as he gritted his teeth, feeing how tight you really were. How was it even possible that you were still so tight after rearranging your guts for the first time in forever. Jake let out a chuckle before he said suggestively, “I might have to loosen you up a bit more, my love. You’re just too fucking tight for me~” 

He didn’t hesitate to get a head start, as he began to plunge his dick hard, right from the get-go. In a matter of seconds, you were left in an uncontrollable frenzy of bliss. You were expecting Jake to start out slow and ease his way gradually up the ladder. But oh, were you wrong. Pounding away at your insides, you clung onto his brawny arms desperately, as you felt his heartfelt intensity. Noisy moans started to broadcast from among the walls of his room once again, as you cried in ecstasy. You were unable to form any words to describe how amazing this overwhelming feeling was, from Jake’s care. Actually, “care” isn’t the right word to identify what this was. It’s an ironic term to even match such a gentle word with an intense action of love-making… Or, better yet, “screwing”.

The volume of your moans fluctuated according to how rough he was pounding into you to fit your needs. It was obvious that Jake’s attitude changed during that span of his transition when he sat across from you face-to-face on the bed. But why? Why was he acting so roughly with you all of a sudden? It was like his mind and his self was all out of proportions. Jake gave a few grunts as he continued to hold you at such an embarrassing position. “You know, that confession that you told me earlier about you doubting me while I was away? It had been replaying in my head… Over… And over, again.” When he stated the words ‘over and over’, your body shuddered at the way he slammed himself into you with each powerful thrust for every word that he emphasized, promoting you to scream and squirm in pleasure. “Agh, Jake~!!!” You moaned his name out loud, holding onto his arms desperately for dear life. 

Jake’s face, along with his pulchritudinous body, was dripping with sweat as he rammed his hips onto your entrance during his hard sexual rut for you. “Do I have to show you how much I love you, for you to not doubt me ever again?” Your wavering mind was on the brink of breaking due to his powerful thrusts, which caused your mind to go blank as if it was put on reset repeatedly. “Mmmph~! P-please… I-I’m… s-s-… Ugh~!! …sorry, Jake~!!!” Struggling to keep yourself together with your wails, Jake bent his knees further as his feet stamped against the mattress fiercely as he shoved his boner consecutively, ensuring that he gets most of his size into you. The violent sounds of his balls smacking against your other hole made your head spin and your body heat up in fervor. The vociferous and weak expressions of your cries for him was driving Jake insane. He was powerfully emotional during this fierce process. Just hearing you moan loudly and your fingernails clawing onto his arms was impactful to him, that your own pleasure was what made him forgive you for your unintentional claw marks. They were evident proof, that he was the one who could love you like this severely, and proof that he was the one who could please you like no other man could. He’ll even carry those scars proudly on public display, because he is a man who’s willing to show how romanticized and how devoted he is for you.

“Ahhh~! J-Jake~!! Y-you’re… Mmmm~ m-making me… go i-insane~!!!” Jake grinned proudly at the way he was fulfilling your needs. Your legs pushed back, your exhaustedly pleasured-out face, and your sounds that resonated from your throat and your squelching vagina was what really pleased him the most. Oh, if only he can do this all the time. If only, he can see and feel this explicitly intimate activity with you all day and all night long, he’d be the happiest man in the world. If that were the case, he’d be eager to wife you up for himself to love and cherish. And to have a kid with you, would be such a fantasy that he’d be willing to make it happen. Envisioning you by his side forever, and to have you as his beloved wife, raising such beautiful children as an amazing mother got his heart fluttering. That was Jake’s ultimate dream. You’d definitely be the best wife he’ll ever have, and with that, he’d guarantee it to be true. He tilted his head down to view your delicate frame, losing your mind to how sinfully good this felt. 

The idea of breeding you was metaphorically a border to Jake. It was wrong of him to think of such a selfish fantasy. Yet, the dream of watching it all come to life felt so damn good. As he brought his face closer to you he whispered in a husky tone, “(Y/N), have you ever thought of being my wife?” You were caught by surprise from his unexpected question, which led you to take a glimpse at his eyes that were full of heartfelt emotions. In all honesty, there was never an instance that could have passed without you getting to freely daydream about having such a future with Jake. The thought of living a comfortable life with a kind loving man such as Jake, never failed to make your heart skip a beat. As a response, you nodded strenuously as you told him in between your mewls, “Ahhnn~ Y-yes Jake, I… Hah~ A-always thought o-of… being y-your… wife…” Jake’s eyes expanded in astonishment, because of your honest answer. “If that’s true, then…” His palms that were grappling your thighs in place squeezed, as he lowered himself even more to you. His movements became less intense and more controlled, as soft sighs were induced from his light actions. While going slow, Jake whispered once more in his warm breath asking, “Have you ever thought of having kids with me?” The way his eyes softened at the mention of possibly having children with you made your heart patter dearly for him. Your lips curved into an enamored smile and your eyes twinkled with love for him when you admitted, “Yes, Jake, I have. I’ve… always wanted to have a baby with you.” 

Jake’s eyes lit up, as his whole face became animated with pure joy and life, like a child who had been granted the gift of candy. However, this was no mere “candy” to him. This was his everything. The smile on his handsome face expanded from ear to ear like never before. He was so thrilled and happy to have such a wonderful girl, like you. “I’m so lucky to have you, (Y/N).” He stopped moving for a minute, as he bent forward to give you an impassioned kiss. Your lips locked with his, as you felt the excessive amount of love and adoration he had for you, putting this great combination into one passionate kiss. His supple lips that was grazing against yours fluidly, his tongue that was intertwining with yours so naturally, and the small moans of passion that was exchanged between the two of you was the definition of harmony between two lovers. Your arms surrounded his body as you brought him closer to you. Your hands trailed from his muscularly tatted back, up to his nape and his feathery hair. 

When Jake’s lips calmly drifted from yours, he then asked in a caring manner, “I know that you’ve been taking birth control, but… Would you like to start now? I’ll understand if you don’t want to rush things. I know that raising a baby would be a big responsibility, so I’ll of course, do my part to raise our kid. Either way, I’ll accept any decision you give me.” Your boyfriend is such a sweetheart. The baby fever was currently high among the two of you, and you intend to keep it that way. Jake being the father of your future child will surely be a blessing and a vision that you’d want to stick around to see for yourself until the end of your happy days with him. With a coral shine upon your adorably flushed cheeks, you gave a comforting smile when you announced to him in approval. “Yes, I’d like that. I’d be happy to have your baby, Jake.” Jake’s heart pounded like crazy as he, himself, had eyes glowing with amour and cheeks flushed in red. He clasped his hand over his lips while blushing madly, as his eyes did a double-take. Clearly, he was taken aback from your words, which made him shy for a short period. Even his member solidified inside of you, which gained a small whimper from you. Your words obviously turned him on so much, that it caused him to pop a boner.

Jake’s head pointed up towards the ceiling, laughing heartily. At the same time, his cute bashfulness remained on his face as he transferred his hand from his lips, over to his eyes in embarrassment. “Sorry, (Y/N). I’m such an animal, aren’t I?” He removed his hand from his eyes then smirked slightly before his lips softened to a smile once more, proudly declaring to you, “I promise that I’ll love you, cherish you, and I’ll protect you with my life. I’ll do everything that I can to see you smile, and make you happy. I’ll even do that for our future kid too. I’ll be the best dad that our baby will ever have, and we’ll be the best parents in the whole wide world. Nothing and no one is going to change that. So…” His attractive smile widened, replaying your words in his head of much you wanted his baby. “If that’s really what you want, then… Consider this, the greatest gift that you’ll ever receive from me. I hope you’ll cherish this as much as I would.” 

Jake didn’t waste time, as his speed immediately augmented back to such a fast degree, that he was clearly pounding into you with all the love and might he could give you at that moment as if his life depended on it. Each bareback stroke that bumped your g-spot sent your body into an unrestrained wonderland. The dirty sounds your heat was making and the naughty sighs of pleasure that was emanating from both areas at once was what kept Jake going, as he beat it up like there’s no tomorrow. As he held your thighs down even further, your legs twitched in bliss which made Jake smirk at the way he was indulging himself into you as hard as he wanted. This was all for the sake of his blessed “gift” for you. The screams of pleasure that were spouted were screams of delight to Jake’s ears. They were melodic to him. Sweet, sensual, and spicy. He snickered cheekily at your reactions to his powerful banging as he started to tease you. “You love it when I’m all passionate for you, huh? Yeah, I can tell. My pretty girl is all hot and squishy inside…” His knees bent even more and his feet clamped onto the bed more stably, while he rearranged the placement of his hands. Both of his hands skimmed your legs upward as he now held you by the ankles. He continued to bore his cock into you like a beast, earning plentiful cries of jubilation from you. Your body wriggled in endless ecstasy, throwing your head back in blissful rhapsody to the beat of his core diving into you over and over again. 

Through the discords of your own enjoyment, Jake commented mischievously, “You’re so slippery babe, and you’re even watering down there like a fountain. Heh, I want to hear you say it again. Do you really want my baby that much?” Through the impenetrable rocking of his hips, you whined eagerly, “Yesss~! I want your baby, Jake~!! Hngh-… Please, give it to me… Mmm-… More~!!! I want it all inside of me~!!!!” Your begging only fueled Jake’s arousal even more. As if, throwing more coal into the blazing fire. You were indeed, setting his fiery love ablaze. “Oh wow, you really want me to give you a baby that badly, huh? Alright…” His movements became fiercer than ever as he violently pounded away aggressively. You rasped in shock at how overstimulating his thrusting became, which made you question yourself. How was it even possible that he could keep going like this? Was that not his maximum potential? As Jake’s hands were still gripping you by the ankles, he ribbed you onwards by saying, “Do you hear the baby-making noises even more, princess? You know how much it turns me on, whenever you get all sexed out like this. And do you know what this means, if I put a baby inside of you?” Your eyes peered up at him with confusion, not knowing what he was implying. He chuckled at your cluelessness when he continued to explain, “If I put a baby inside of you, then that means I get to claim you for myself… Permanently. Mmmm… fuck…” Jake groaned with a bit of obscenities that made him hornier than before, just thinking about it as he articulated further. “You can call me a ‘bad boy’ for thinking such things, love, but I’m also a guy. I have fantasies too. But this, ohhh… this REALLY takes the cake to a whole other level…” 

Jake’s energy hasn’t wavered one bit, as he continued to dominate you with full passion, causing you to spew sobs of euphoria during his vivid daydreaming. “I’m sorry princess, but I have to confess something to you… I put you in this breeding position because of my own selfish thoughts. I wanted to see how good you’d look like this. But, God, you really do look hot. Mmm… just the thought of you with my baby inside of you is driving me insane right now… I’ll be the first and only guy to do this to you. Just imagining you with my kid, gets me so excited. My girl, pregnant, because of me and how much I love her. Doesn’t that turn you on too, (Y/N)?” 

Consequently, his enthusiasm got the best of him as he gradually increased his speed of prodding his dick into you. You writhed in delight, while Jake admired how you were loving the pleasure he was giving you. “I’ll be witnessing you with a round pregnant belly. Oh, you’ll look very cute and sexy as a pregnant woman. I just know it… And the idea of me permanently marking you, and connecting you with me forever because of our baby’s creation, makes me very happy. I will be the proudest man ever and I’ll make you mine… All mine…” Your heart was beating faster and faster, while your muscle contractions on his member compressed around him progressively. In addition to your heart rate increasing and your insides squeezing him, your entire body was starting to squirm the more you felt that you were reaching towards your pinnacle pleasure. 

You warned Jake by whining in cacophony as you called out to him, “Jake, I-I’m… going to… cum~!!!” Jake grinned spiritedly, as he went full on beast mode, going at his fastest velocity yet. He panted while bulling towards his own climax by saying, “Go ahead baby, cum for me again. I’m about to fill you up nicely, so take it like a good girl, okay? I’ll make you the greatest mom ever. Now, here’s my real gift to you…” With one forceful push deep inside of you, Jake gave one huge ejaculation, coating your vaginal walls with all of his milky spunk. You expelled a loud cry of titillation, leaving your body to vibrate hard when you came and squirted all over his cock and balls. The warm sensation of Jake pumping his seed into you felt so pleasant, gushing out every drop of sperm for you to be fertilized nicely. He carefully set your legs down onto the bed and his thick dick limped out of you with a satisfying clammy sound. A grunt was liberated from his sexy lips and as he looked down, he watched your pussy twitched as your second helping of his thick discharge came rolling out of your fucked hole. His demeanor was so proud while watching his jizz flow out of you, as if saying, “Yeah, I sure as hell did that.”

Jake smirked as he fell onto the bed tiredly then rolled onto his side to face you and give you a tender kiss on the cheek. With his hand propped on the side of his head as if posing provocatively, he beamed at you cheerfully. “So love, how was our second time? Was it even better than the first?” You turned your head to face him properly then nodded while smiling serenely. “It was, and I loved every second of it.” Jake grinned as he expressed his gratitude with one big hug. His built arms swarmed around your form, as he pulled you close to him once more. He placed his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair soothingly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now, you don’t ever have to worry about me leaving you, because I won’t. Our kid’s existence will be living proof of how much I truly love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/N). Together… we’ll be one happy family…” 

Jake planted a gentle kiss on your head, which made you sigh peacefully. Just feeling the warmth of his arms cradling you, including the warmth from his entire body, felt like you were floating on a fluffy cloud. His kind and warm soul touched your heart, which spurred you to bury your  own face onto his tough chest. You could tell that Jake too, wanted this moment to last forever. The fashion of how he was holding you so tightly in his embrace made you hug him back as well, never wanting to let go. You hummed blithely, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence until…

“Oh, Jake. I have a gift for you too.” 

You withdrew yourself from his chest to glance up into his eyes with glee. “Hm? A gift, for me?” Jake’s demeanor sparked in excitement. You nodded happily, as you replied back with, “Of course! How could I not forget to give my boyfriend a gift back, for celebrating my birthday with me?” He gave a sly smirk as he noted, “Yeah, right… ‘Celebrating’ was what we did.” He gave a frisky wink, which made you laugh at his joke. “Well, you DID give me a wonderful gift. So, I had to pay you back in return. It’s waiting for you in the fridge.” Jake raised an eyebrow, curious about what could this “gift” possibly be. However, the word “fridge” was what caught his attention. He thought about it for a moment, knowing that you hinted that his gift was food. Now, what is a special food that only comes on birthdays? Hm… You giggled at him, knowing that he was currently putting the pieces together in his head. 

Jake closed his eyes, while trying to concentrate on what this gift could be. The cogs in his brain were laboring and producing steam like a factory that was working heavily on overtime. Finally, you saw the light in his eyes when he opened them up again. He stared into your eyes with pure joy as he breathed enthusiastically, “No way…” You smirked, seeing that he got the correct idea. “That’s right. I believe, that this is the best gift exchange ever. Don’t you agree?” You winked back at him, in which he pulled you even closer to him then gave you a small loving kiss on the lips. “You’re the best girlfriend ever! I can’t believe you brought me that as a gift. You’re too kind and generous, and you really know the way to a man’s heart. That’s why, I love you so much, (Y/N).” You grinned at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Both of your hands gently grabbed onto the sides of his face, as you peered deep into his eyes passionately while announcing back an, “I love you too, Jake. Very much. I promise, I won’t doubt your love ever again, and I’ll always love you and stay by your side forever.” Jake smiled at ease, as he placed his hands over yours, then leaned in to give your forehead a compassionate kiss. “Thank you, (Y/N). Your words really mean a lot to me. But, now…” 

His arms slowly released you, as he turned to scoot himself onto the edge of the bed to sit up. Jake stretched his body by twisting his torso and by flexing his tensed muscles from such a gratifying workout. With a groan, he finally stood up from the bed then rotated himself around to offer you his hand so he could help you out of the bed. “…We got a cake to eat.” You laughed at his keenness, before taking his hand so he can aid you in pulling yourself up from the bed. While you stretched, he handed you back your clothing and your shoes, in which you gave him a small “thanks” with a smile on your face. After dressing up, you noticed that Jake was waiting for you while standing against his door, still naked. You approached him all clothed, then asked curiously, “Um… why aren’t you dressed yet?” He gave you a dignified grin and simply said, “Because it’s your birthday. And besides…” Abruptly, Jake took your hand then opened the door. “…I’ll be leading you down the stairs, and I’ll be giving you a sweet view of my ‘cake’ while we get some cake.” He gave you a flirtatious wink, which made you laugh at how ridiculous your goofball of a boyfriend can be. “You’re hilarious.” 

Jake was about to turn around and lead you out the door like he informed, but then he stopped on his tracks for just a second. He pivoted himself to look back at you once more as he gave you a sincere smile while saying thoughtfully, “Happy birthday, (Y/N). I hope you enjoyed the gift that I gave you today, and I wish that you’ll forever cherish this birthday as one of the greatest birthdays ever. Oh and…” Jake leaned his face close to your ear then whispered, “Don’t forget to get rid of the pills. You won’t be needing them for a while.” Those words sent tingles throughout your body, and when he retracted himself back to stand up properly, he immediately detected the rouge that was spread across your face. He chuckled with pride, loving how he never fails to execute such smoothness when it comes to his favorite birthday girl. As Jake walked out of his room with you hand-in-hand, you grasped the door knob and slowly closed his bedroom door behind you, before heading down the stairs with him to enjoy that scrumptious red velvet birthday cake with him.

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please do the NSFW alphabet for Angel

Hahahaha hell yeahh. btw I'm using the same "template" as @thelonelyshore-if did, dunno if there's any other floating around...

A - Aftercare: He's just gonna start yapping idk. "Soooo how was I? Omg, you made such a weird noise tho, but don't worry, don't worry, it was cute..."

B - Body part: about himself, nothing really. He just doesn't pay that much attention to himself. Also has no preference when it comes to his partner. He prefers the overall picture, doesn't discriminate between any limbs in particular...

C - Cum: Don't... don't cum on him... Or well, his belly or his lower back is okay, it just happens, but don't cover him in it. He doesn't rly love that.

D - Dirty Secret: He's an open book. Whether you want him to be or not. He has nooo "inside thoughts". Or, you know, just thoughts in general (jk I love him I love him)

E - Experience: Angel has an average amount of experience. The odd hookup here and there. Nothing crazy.

F - Favorite position: Doggy, he doesn't care who's on top. Also, he loves being ridden.

G - Goofy (whether they're more serious or playful in the moment): Definitely goofy af.

H - Hair (how well groomed): He doesn't really shave anywhere.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantically): pretty chill and playful. But also kind of needy, depending on the situation.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): He jacks off a lot, actually. Sometimes just because he's bored. That can actually be a hindrance during sex bc he might be too used to his own death grip to come everytime.

K - Kinks: he likes public stuff, risk of getting caught and causing a scandal and so on. Also, he's down for anything MC might wanna try.

L - Location (fav places): anything public that's not super gross. A gas station bathroom won't do.

M - Motivation (what turns them on): Skill. Seeing someone do sth they're really good at makes him want them carnally. You see how that would work out with the MC.

N - No (sth they won't do): eat cum

O - Oral: He prefers being on the receiving end, though he can have lots of fun giving, too, as long as it doesn't end with the partner coming in his mouth. He's not half bad at it either.

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?): fast, but only slightly rough.

Q - Quickie: He's down. Anytime

R - Risks (are they game to experiment?): Absolutely.

S - Stamina (how long do they last?): he can last very long actually, especially given how he doesn't always cums. Once he does tho, it's over.

T - Toys (does he have any? how does he use them?): No toys, only death grip.

U - Unfair (how much does he like to tease?): depends on his mood. If he's feeling particularly sassy, sure, but mostly it isn't really his thing. Unless you count his general playfulness as teasing

V - Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes): he can be silent when it's required, but he enjoys giving words of affirmation and just moaning and stuff while it happens. So more often than not, he's pretty loud.

W - Wild Card (a random headcanon): can't think of any

X - X-ray (what's under his clothes?): nothing of note, really. He's really pretty average, but he doesn't really mind. Most of the time, he doesn't think about his body, but he has no illusions either. He's got a lot of hair and acne on his back that he hates. (It's bad enough on his face...)

Y - Yearning (how high is his sex drive?): pretty high, actually, if you count his masturbation habits.

Z - Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards): not so fast. You have to listen to his full review of your performance first.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas! im asking this anonymously bc digital footprint xxxx (gold star if u guess who it is)

this is majorly embarrassing but. um.

how do u cover/hide hickies? most of my friends are girls, so they've like whacked concealer on me. even my mums joined in with the concealer situation.

the issue is I AM A LAD AND DO NOT OWN CONCEALER. AND IT'S GETTING WARMER SO I CANT WEAR LAYERS AND HOPE FOR THE BEST

ive told my bf that i cant walk around looking like ive lost a fight with a bloody piranha and hes like "oops :3"

pls help cas. im begging. love u.

hahahaha this made me laugh because we've all been there, love.

Welcome to Cas's very basic makeup skills class!

So basically when you want to cover something, you need to color-correct, meaning you need to go to the opposite end of the color wheel. So, you have a red mark on your neck? You need to use (drumroll, please!) GREEN!

I know, it sounds weird. But yeah. Green. If you have pale skin, you need a pale green. If you have darker skin, you need a darker green. So at the pharmacy, you will notice that, strangely enough, there is green concealer available. Now you know why. Pick some up, and put that on the hickey before putting some powder concealer or foundation over top. That should help cut down on the redness a lot.

Trust me. Invest in some green concealer. I am a full-grown adult and I still use it for not only things like that, but the odd zit, random bruises (I bruise so easily), and any other redness that comes up. It's magic.

I'm naming you green anon.

[polkadotjohnson]

Honorable mention - Doctor Fearless

...Or as I like to call him, Faustus D. Fearless. Mwahahahaha!

No, actually his name is John Smith, and he was a horror host on the local tv station in his small town. One day returning home, he is walking around the swamp as always so his shoes won't get wet and a radioactive vampire springs from the swamp and bites him. Seriously, he's green and glowing, what is he if not a radioactive vampire? Anyway, hand over his bleeding neck, Fearless stumbles around in a daze until he reaches a hut deep into the woods, where he promptly crashes against a cauldron and spills all of its content on the ground. From the depths of the hut comes a woman with a pointy hat and starts yelling at him and motioning her hands. He can only make out the words 'love potion', 'buffoon', 'darling vampire' and 'curse'. He leaves the hut in a panic that's at odds with his last name. Finally, he reaches his small apartment, where he plops down on his bed and sleeps for 3 days.

When he wakes up, all he can think about is... conducting experiments, maybe find some (un?)willing vict- subjects and find out what is it that makes them tick. Maybe throw some ticks at them.

He doesn't remember falling asleep in his horror host getup, and pulls the wig off so he can get ready for the activities. Or at least he tries to. The wig won't come off. Strange, since he doesn't glue it, maybe there's a hair clip stuck or something? Oh, well. The fangs, then. ...Nope, not coming off either. Huh.

"What is this?" In shock, he clasps a hand over his mouth. Why did he just speak in his horror host voice? "What is going on?" Again. Properly spooked, he finds his bathroom so he can try to remove the stuck items. The voice thing... maybe he's still in the show's mindset. Yeah, that's it. It's probably better to avoid speaking until he's back to his former, normal self.

Not even the makeup will come off. Then he remembers. The... the witch. Because that's what she was, right? Her words.

"How dare you spill all my love potion, you buffoon! it took me so long to get a sample of my darling vampire's dna, and now you've ruined it! A curse upon you! May you forever be stuck in this dreadful form! Forever! Hahahahahahahah!"

...Oh, well. Whatever.

Experiments.

His noisy neighbors would be the perfect first guinea... subjects. Yes.

He tries every door, but no one answers. It isn't until he's on the lobby that he notices a, well, a notice about the fumigation that's about to take place. In ten minutes. "I must depart, I must escape from this wretched place!"

But the front doors are locked, and there are already men in uniform starting up the process.

"Meow."

He looks in the direction of the sound and finds the only unlocked window, a beautiful tabby cat catching his eye.

"Meow," she repeats, a little impatient.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your whiskers." He climbs out the window, and the cat starts a brisk stride towards the woods. "No, not the witch."

But the cat is going a different direction, up the hills, down the swamp, up more hills, now a bog. And then... there's a mansion!

It's old and falling to pieces, but it's a mansion! There's a plaque beside the front door, but it's too worn out and he can't make out the name. Fr_nk__st__n. Interesting, interesting. The cat insists on him following her, and he explores the mansion, which is obviously abandoned. They reach a basement, and he can feel his eyes sparkling with joy. There are all kinds of electrical devices and gadgets, brains in jars and gizmos and doodads.

"You beautiful cat. From this day on, you shall be called... Princess Carmelia Morgana Bubblegum Fearless. And together, we shall rule the world! Mwah hahahaha!"

"Meow." The cat shrugs, somehow, even though cats are not supposed to shrug, and leaves.

And they live happily ever after.

Oh right, and he's a vampire too. Don't worry about it.

[castlebyersafterdark]

the pet name thing also opens up such interesting thoughts for me about kink or preference, because pet names often begin in childhood, so carrying those over into the bedroom as an adult is always... interesting lol

some also feel much more childhood-ish whereas others (like babe) can be almost anything and for anyone depending on accent, tone of voice, context etc. like babe could be a casual call to a spouse from another room. it could be a fun campy way to address friends. it can be sarcastic. it can be a way to coo over a child. i suppose all pet names have this objectiveness that only gets meaning applied in context. so interesting. personally for me someone would have to say 'angel' or 'sunshine' in a very very unique way ive never heard before to get me to stop hearing it as some kind of gangster who is about to rip me off/murder me hahahaha. like anyone who says 'sunshine' round here is usually catcalling me outside a gas station hahahah

i wanna list pet names and get your opinion vinny

pumpkin

cherub

sunshine

honey / honey bun

babe

baby

angel

sweetheart

sweetie

muffin

darling (different from darlin' lmao)

I really love pet names!! And nicknames and all the familiar little things that make up a friendship and/or relationship. I know what you mean with the childhood to adulthood transition with these names. Not everything needs to be part of a sexual connotation, either, but familiarity would have some bleed over. But you are so right - tone and situation and relationship influence it all.

Different uses have different meaning to different people, thus, before I get into my list - DISCLAIMER: if we disagree on one here because I'm downing it but it's special to you or I love one you (the collective you) hate, no shade! We all have different taste! These are just my opinions, Byler and personal. It's interesting to sometimes evaluate where your fictional ideas and personal experiences overlap or not. That's very human.

pumpkin - I only associate it with a parent to little kids which is fine but personally that's all I envision. cherub - I don't know a situation or setting I've really seen this one?? I don't think I'm into it. It feels a little too silly. sunshine - OK. 😌 This one, I actually could envision Mike using for Will, like in a really sweet way (not Will to Mike because Mike? Sunshine? It would sound sarcastic haha) BUT! While the vision is there - I will personally never HC it or use it causally in a fic. It would feel odd since this is what 💙 so often calls me? So, it's too personal. I really adore it though. It's so soft. Ahh. honey / honey bun - Honey bun is goofy and I think of Pulp Fiction, but I see for Will, more so using hon instead of the full honey. It's a common one to call out to your partner in that from the other room kinda way, or in a casual conversation, asking a question. I use this one, too! babe - Will -> Mike. He wouldn't really use it in a sexy way, but it's casually used pretty commonly. Me? I personally never really call 💙 this in a romantic way because as we've seen here on this blog, everyone is babe or babes hahaha. Use it irl alllll the time. I think it was a pointed choice I made at one point, a tone shift away from trying to "bro out" and use certain language, which was one of those masking things types of things that happen. I'm flirty, I'm kind of silly. Babes feels like me ☺️ baby - Mike -> Will. His faaaaavorite. Will is baby, yes he is, that's his baby. All aspects of daily life. Loves calling Will baby. Casual use for sure, but oh you change the tone in the bedroom and it makes Will melt. Especially when it's whined or moaned while Will is getting him off. angel - Spawned his whole conversation and my personal favorite for Mike -> Will. It's for those soft moments, like just waking up to say good morning when they're sleepy and tangled in bed. It's when Will needs cheering up and being reminded he's so loved, which he needs when he falls into his moods. But it's also when they're in bed together, Will is doing something and Mike wants him to give a little more, push Will a little further. Come on angel, that's it angel in the sweetest breathless voice. sweetheart - I think they'd both use this one on rare moments when the other is really upset about something. It's an uncommon little one off. Reassuring and sweet to dissipate tension and sadness. sweetie - Another one I mostly associate with parents and children. muffin - Can't take it seriously at all!! darling - Adore this for them. Both use it, but not a common one? It's situational. Being all sappy and flattering.

Other's not mentioned: You know they're dipping into fantasy stuff, like calling each other my prince and stuff like that because they are dorkssssss. I personally use doll a lot, I can see Mike using that one too. When Mike's being really flirty or needy he gets hit with kind of a sarcastic loverboy from Will, but he loves hearing despite it being a little tongue in cheek.

[festivalofthe12]

SO this is probably something covered in the manga which I have since entirely forgotten, but. The Juunishi thing is reincarnation, right? As in, whenever the old Horse or Dog or whatever dies, they're soon/immediately after reborn as another new Sohma family baby?

Obviously there are metatextual reasons why the main characters are mostly grouped around the same rough generational range... but if you think of it that way, it makes more sense: in modern days, there's not that much variation in how old people get before they die, so it kinda makes sense that they tend to die and therefore be reborn at within a couple of decades of one another? maybe????? (of course this has been going on for a Long Time and stuff like infant mortality or just death at a young age due to injury/illness used to be much more common but. ignore that. maybe.)

ANYWAY my point is. Could Sohma adults potentially try to game the system and time it such that their kids will be born around about when older Juunishi members die? Thus giving themselves a way better chance of having their kid be one? (For those who would care about that, which we know at least some do.)

Specifically, I'm not sure if we ever got a stated reason for the huge age gap between Yuki and Ayame... but this sure as hell sounds like a plausible one, giving everything we know about Yuki's mum. Like, IDK if she deliberately tried to get the Snake (the Snake, Dog, and Dragon are all very similar in age, so presuming that their previous reincarnations' deaths weren't super sudden, that'd offer better than usual odds of getting at least one) and then realised she could do better, or if she got the Snake but wasn't satisfied and started planning things out for the Big One...

Though. the Rat would most DEFINITELY have been a high risk/high reward goal. Because. This time around, at the very least, the Rat and Cat both ended up the same age. :'D

Which, now that sounds like a fanfic idea just waiting to happen... but in practice, IDK if it would've really changed all THAT much? Yuki's mum would almost certainly have just disowned Kyou lmfao (possibly while trying to hide that he was even hers so she wouldn't be associated with the Cat??? no clue how she'd manage that though. I feel like the two options are some other random woman gets him and immediately the curse is revealed [and the main house would find out about that, ofc] or Kyou fjucking dies. I guess she could try to pass him off on a single father????????)

anyway uhh I know less about Kyou's parents. but. his dad doesn't seem the type to NOT send his kid off to Akito, especially if there was something in it for him.

So if this isn't that wacked-out 'the Cat gets weirdly lost for a while because he grows up with a random dude who doesn't even figure out about the curse for several years making it way harder for the Main House to track him (and honestly given that the juunishi transform when they're too weak and babies are Definitionally Defenceless even this doesn't seem all that realistic)' scenario. I guess the main difference would be just that Kyou and Ayame are siblings. Presumably in this case Kyou still gets raised by Kazuma and everyone knows his mum is his mum but she maintains some level of status by having the Snake. And I guess in this world Ayame gets treated more like Yuki because she doesn't have a better option this time round and is desperate to distance herself from the Cat lmao.

That's about as far as I've thought it through hahahaha because in the end this is more of a Kyou-centric thought experiment than Yuki really. But it's still kinda interesting (to me)!!!!!

[gowns]

i had such a weird date this week......... i met up with this person at a bar and i sit down and they start asking me a bunch of questions ... at one point i'm laughing and i'm like "i feel like you're asking me a lot of questions! like i'm on 20/20!" and they're like "yeah i like to ask questions." i'm like ?? ok. at another point i'm like "i feel like i'm talking a lot, i'm sorry" and they're like "no it's fine, continue" and i'm like ok??? this whole time i'm like, what the heck, they're asking a lot of questions but not offering that much information about themselves, that is so odd.

anyway after about an hour of this, which really felt like an interview, there were so many questions and i kept giving answers... and they were smiling at me and encouraging me the whole time, or so it seemed... this person just abruptly gets up and leaves. "goodbye."

and i was like ?????????? wtf? i drove home and it felt so awkward, i texted them "i got home safe, hope you did too" you know like a social nicety kind of a thing

and i got no text back but the next day they said "thanks for coming out, i don't wish to see you again. i can give you feedback."

i was like ??????????? "yeah it's all good, sometimes the vibe is off, but sure i'd like to know"

and they texted back "you were talking so much and i didn't get to talk as much and that bothered me"

???????????

i am still totally perplexed by this hahahaha. they didn't offer any information about themselves, i tried asking a few questions and they would evade, answer shortly, then follow up with a question that necessitated a longer response from me

so odd.... i can only chalk it up to different conversational styles / "the vibe was off." but my partner and best friend think that's too charitable and they sound annoying and passive aggressive hahaha. partner says i dodged a bullet

[earlgreytea68]

Thank you so much for sharing that excerpt from Joe's book; Joe's descriptions of Patrick, and how he came to be a part of the band, are just priceless!

First of all: I adore the fact that Patrick is canonically the manic pixie dream girl that everyone instantly went head-over-heels for on sight. Like, same boys, honestly!

Secondly: It's super interesting to me that Pete hated Patrick's demo tape, and didn't get what Joe saw until Joe actually had them meet (thank you, Joe!); Then again, it does make a ton of sense that someone who communicates so strongly in aesthetics as Pete does, would need the visuals to get the full picture.

A stunning voice goes a long way when looking for the lead singer of a band, but you also need somebody who really stands out in a room, and makes people want to pay attention. When Pete saw this shy kid with the sideburns, wearing an argyle sweater and black shorts to audition for a pop-punk band, he immediately knew this was someone with a lot of unique things to say, and he needed the world to hear all of them. The rest, as they say, is history...

OMG, Patrick *is* the manic pixie dream girl hahahaha amazing

Yeah, you're so right, Pete says all the time that he thinks in visuals. For a guy putting together a band, it's probably true that he just never connects with sound on the level that the rest of the guys do. When he talks about what he brings to the band, it sounds like he feels a bit like the odd guy out in how he thinks about things (and that he's relieved he has Patrick to translate for him). But yeah, remembering that, it makes total sense that Pete listened to a demo and was like, "Eh." But then Pete got the VISUAL and was like, "....oh, wait, hang on a sec, I can work with this FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, like, who do I want to build a band (my life) around? THIS UNBELIEVABLE GUY RIGHT HERE, EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS GUY."

[no-good-dirty-homosuck]

whaaaat? me making a welcome home au? hahahaha. absolutely.

so, it's called the Homeless AU. tl;dr: wally is now homeless and has become a side character. frank replaces him and has julie as their comic relief best friend instead of barnaby for wally.

in the homeless au, the area in the centre of the Neighbourhood where Home would usually be has been replaced with a park. this is where wally spends most of his time, singing for money. wally is ragged and his felt is desaturated and dirty. he looks like your perfect example of a homeless man. his character is played in a couple different ways at once. he's played in a sort of oscar the grouch situation, everyone (including wally himself) is perfectly content with wally living on the streets, and just visiting him from time to time. however, he's also played similarly to nicky from avenue q after he becomes homeless (in the way that it's not uncommon for julie to be walking down the road with frank, see wally, and say "poor thing, i'm so glad i'm not homeless" or things to that effect. 🎶schadenfreude!🎶)

instead of the more romantic episodes revolving around julie and wally as they usually would, they involve frank and julie. this makes frank wildly uncomfortable for a reason they can't quite figure out.

barnaby has become closer to howdy, however, his dynamic with wally is interesting. he certainly seems to miss wally, but he has no interest in trying to be his friend again. the odd quarter in a hat is enough for mr. beagle, it seems.

julie is now the co-protagonist (i forgot the word), and thus, her personality is amplified! she is nearly always bouncing off the walls, she's the only reason frank ever goes on any of their "adventures", and she's often the person to spout ideas when the time comes for brainstorming! however, frank can't help but notice that she seems a little bit shallower than she used to...hm.

howdy and eddie haven't really changed.

now, frank. oh, frank. they (aside from wally) are the most important character in the Homeless AU. just because you removed the house, does not mean you removed Home. Home is still there, and it needs someone to view through. but with wally now being a bit out of its reach, it grabs the closest thing: frank. they are thrown into a mess of self-awareness, omnipotency that scares them. they've never experienced anything like this. and when they try to tell anyone, it never works. barnaby says they're reading too much. eddie tells them it sounds like they need to rest. howdy thinks they're joking. julie zones out every time they bring it up. but wally. wally. sometimes, they're certain that wally is staring at them. sometimes, he gives them a knowing smile that sends chills down their spine. but the moment they blink, he's right back to performing.

they've gotta be losing their mind, right?

k here's some Homeless AU art

plus comedy

[creative-kny-fics]

Hello how r u doing?

Well may I request for lee tengen and ler his three wives

Ok feel free to decline this bc if this is too much

Leafy🍀non

Uhuhuhu! Well, since in my hc I said that his biggest lers are his wives, then~

Lee: Tengen Uzui

Lers: Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma

'How odd. Tengen - Sama hasn't come yet, it's strange'

'Patience, maybe he stayed giving his report to the master'

'Maybe, I hope he'll come back soon. I miss him a lot', Suma stared at the door that opened a little, she thought what it would be, until she saw better outside and there was a lot of wind. She reached over to close the door, then felt a smack..

'Kya!' 'Suma! What the hell is wrong with you!?'

'Something spanked me!'

'Calm down, maybe it was Tengen', it was him, but where was he?

The 3 wives felt a chill, when they turned around they found their husband, needless to say they ran to hug him.

'TENGEN-SAMA!!!'

'Hahahaha! your extravagant husband is back! It smells delicious, what have you cooked?!'

A good lunch and a good talk with his wives, what more could him ask for? He lay on the grass, looking up at the sky, until his wives also lay down on him and hugged him. 'Sounds like you've had a lot of trouble'

'Yes, many lives have been lost. I will definitely go to hell...', again, again! It was always the same!

Him wives were already tired! They were crying because they didn't want him to think that, apparently, they would have to be more insistent, extravagantly of course. 'Okay girls. It seems that Tengen-sama loves to laugh until his stomach hurts. Attack!'

'What? Oh no! Don't you dare!', Uzui, you are in a position where you cannot get out unless your handcuffs get off of you. I think you won't get out of this alive

'Girls, let's talk, shall we?'

'What's happening? Is the great god of festivals ticklish?' Uzui blushed slightly and gave a nervous laugh when he saw his wives approaching wagging their fingers and smiling.

'I think that's not enough! What do you think?'

'Makio is right! It seems you're not even understanding!'

'Hmmm... Uzui-San, tell me, why do you always talk about hell? Did he want us to come to this option?' Hinatsuru smiled and was startled when Tengen tried to pull it away from her exposed armpit.

'STA-STAP-STAHAHAHAHAP!!!! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!! I SWEAR!!!' 'Oh no! You only say it so that we leave you! But it won't work on us!', Makio clawed harder at Uzui's exposed abs, while Suma squeezed his thighs firmly, of course, being careful not to fall because Uzui was kicking like a child.

'I CAHAHAHAN'T BREHEHEHEATHE!! STAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEASE!!' 'How curious, you use continuous breaths to fight. And you can't breathe in this situation?' Makio scoffed, laughing as Uzui blushed deeper and his hair was a mess.

'Okay, let's make a deal. One raspberry each on your abs and we'll leave you!'

'WHAHAHAHAT?! NOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!'

'Then suffer', Uzui shook his head, but apparently the only way was to agree to Hinatsuru's request, he didn't think it would just be an ace up their sleeve. 'FIHIHIHINE!!', the 3 of them stopped, right?

It only served as an excuse to give him a moment to breathe. 'Dohoho it and lehehet me go!'

'Sure... Makio, do you want to do the honors?', Uzui breathed to try to hold on, but... *pbbbbt*

'WAHAHAHIT!! THAT'S NOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!! YOHOHOU-' 'We said that we would each give you a raspberry, but we never said that the other 2 would stand by while we gave you the raspberry', well, I guess she was right.

Uzui endured another torment until his laughter fell silent and only after that did they stop.

'I hope it serves as a lesson Tengen-Sama! Are you going to talk about hell again?' 'Nehehever...'

'Good! Hug!', the 3 wives hugged him, well, let's just hope they are aware that Uzui is going to take revenge on them-

[scham-wcan]

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.” <--- cinwin first date. Who is saying it to whom is your call.

Bonus if you want to have DWR being pests and spying in the background.

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. Its — pretty.”

it got long oops

For all of her bravado and glorious provoking to end her in this pristine situation, Cinder could feel all of the violent heat which made her being sink like a coal in her stomach. Around her lingered the garish garnishing of an upper brow Atlesian rendezvous, and she should have been sick for that and that alone. Instead, she lingered her singular gloved hand stiffly on her glass of mauve wine, fighting to send her solitude golden eye about the setting—even more so did she fear matching the blue eyes before her.

Across from her lingered the staunch and well garbed form of one Winter Schnee, her opposite for the evening. At a double seated table with their names splattered across reservation cards.

A low borne spittle languished from Cinder’s maw as she grunted forth more of her drink into her. “How could I have been so stupid.” She lulled without remorse, purposefully trying to barb her own being with her tone. “How am I sat here, brandishing myself in all the uniform of some…” She finally allowed her eye to swing around onto the Schnee, protesting even further, “Some fictitious ‘welcome party’?” She was quickly met with barks of protest for her outburst from other patrons with a rambunctious hiss, which she quickly met with a snarl. “Oh, plaster your toupee down you snivelling clod.”

Cinder’s reprisal blustered with her retreating into her seat, once she would have smited down such a decrepit protestor, but now she simply brought her glass to her lips and once more lulled the lump of coal in her.

Then, however, did she hear such an odd thing that to her scorched ears sounded like something as utterly captivating as music. But it was no soured violin, no despotic trumpet, instead what she found, was the weird snorting between huffs, all of which were hidden behind a raised gloved hand.

The Schnee… was laughing? Cinder blinked, her expression widening in surprise, the stoic and blistering cold of this—her fellow Maiden—had been shattered without even a smidgen of wine in Winter’s goblet.

Snorting and voluminous laughter fought itself down, as Winter waved her shielding hand. “I’m— HAhaHaha-Sorry, Gods-…” Though if she was giving Cinder time to respond, it passed like malaises for Cinder as she took in the somehow suddenly realized beauty of Winter Schnee before her. “Sorry, I’ve never heard such an outburst against that Colonel, certainly he deserved such but, ahaha-.” Winter forced another row of laughter to stop when she saw her colour of red now matched by Cinder’s expression; though without any noise of amusement from the Fall Maiden.

A coughing sort of fit drew Cinder out of the back of her seat and brought her forth onto the table, elbows and all. “No, sorry, you laughed. I…” Cinder forced her vision aside, now realizing the coal in her had been relit with a hastening of her heart. “I’ve never seen it before. Its — pretty.”

Now the pair of them shared a bleeding colour across their cheeks, small fits of lightning and ash similarly dancing and falling beneath the table.

Whilst a trio of menus, who had seemingly had been watching the exchange with a wary prayer, seemed to jitter, squeak, and almost squawk in excitement. Even more so as throughout the night more small bits gave way to more dialogue, and the sharing of a bottle instead of fearing to touch the fluid.

[blacksupremacy86]

Hypno Toy Box: Big Kid

Big Kid is the name of a new magazine that is about to be launched by yours truly and I just knew who would be prefect.

Zachary Levi arrives on time to the cover and pages photo shoot settling in he picks up a Nintendo controller from a past console.

He starts to play so I leave the room, lock the door watching the magic as it happens and he starts to clue in.

Subconsciously the game is leading him into a path of mutual self discovery and also self destruction.

The minute he makes it to the casual the game takes over sending him on a quest to a thousand forks in the rode.

Each choice he makes guides him to loss of his own self awareness because he lives to play.

He never wants to leave the room ever again this is a game he can never win or lose.

Everything in his life fades to back of him s own meaningless existence the game is all that matters.

Zachary kicks off his shoes starts to relax so deep his body melts into the chair for he is one with the game.

“I’ve never played this game before. What is it? It’s really cool.”

“The spiral academy.”

“What an odd male choice? Hmm!”

“What a minute? Is that static?”

“The machine it’s…its”

“He is under sir.”

“Perfect timing “

“His wife will miss him”

“I don’t give shit! Let’s get him processed”

“Let the inner child out”

“Let him out”

“Must obey the game”

“Yeah man”

“What the hell am I wearing?”

“Old people’s clothes”

“Hey those look good”

“Stupid suit”

“Definitely! Oooh! I love floral”

“Thanks man!”

“Where was I?”

“I about to the beat the pants off of them “

“Hahahahahaha”

“I love it”

“You should play”

“Join me”

“Why not?”

“FUCK!”

We played a bit eventually Zachary stood up stretching for all to see his body pop in the shirt.

“What’s next man?”

“That game was tight”

“How about another?”

“Sure! Whatev”

“It’s called pump and tight”

“That sounds mature”

“Sure is”

“Exclusive “

“Here you go”

“I’ll bring snacks”

“Loads”

“Enough for a lifetime”

“You bet ya”

“Phase 2 commence “

“This game is…is”

“Unreal…I mean the graphics”

“Ahead of it’s time “

I can see him from the bar swipe his cap back a bit with deep intent he plays so serious.

So yes this is like that British show Big Kids from the early 2000s I love it and so do you so don’t lie.

I can see him hyping up his ass propelling up and down the coach in the thrill of his life at the moment.

“Hey man! Hurry up “

“Be right their”

“Fucker”

“Asswipe”

“Dick…hahahaha “

“Such a man child”

“A hug? What’s that for”

“I love you man”

“Me too”

“Strange events”

“We beat this one too”

“One more game”

“Hell yeah!”

“Let’s play”

“Woah! I…I…..I”

The end