SluttySunflower

School may beat me but I will beat my meat regardless 😩

[astrazero]

My revamp of Male with Arms Up-Stretched by William Etty , 1828

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Astra Zero revamp of Male N*de, with Arms Up-Stretched by William Etty , 1828…

Also getting close to finishing Vol.3 of my Dark Vintage books! I’m hoping to have it done by January

[magiturge]

i got bored and doodled a bunnies?

[s-ghost-r]

Price is the first to notice it.

Ghost is not what the captain would call a gentle man. Everything about him carries weight. His presence, his stare, his skills, his callsign, his reputation. But most of all, his voice. Price has heard Ghost in all sorts of situations, from enemy interrogations to dropping some of the most driest sarcasm to ever grace his comms.

Ghost's voice, like the rest of him, is rough. Like the sound comes from mortar-blasted boulders grinding against each other in his chest and not vocal chords. When Ghost speaks, everything sounds like an ultimatum.

But that's what happens in the military. Show him a man surrounded by other soldiers that doesn't develop some obnoxiously loud, deep vocal affect and Price will eat his hat.

Which is why, when you, the new medic transfer on base, are tasked with administering this year's flu jabs he notices it almost immediately.

"Sleeve up, please, Lieutenant," you tell him. Ghost is sat in the little plastic chair in front of you with his arm fully exposed before you finish.

"Busy day, yeah?" Price nearly chokes when Ghost asks you that.

It wasn't just the fact that he was making conversation, but it was the sound of him. If Price wasn't looking directly at him when he said it, he would have thought there was someone hidden behind his Lt.

But no. It was him, speaking without prompt to you in a tone of voice that Price didn't even think the man was physically capable of.

The boulders in his chest are silent. His voice having moved from them up to some higher register. Like the years of chain smoking and yelling over weapons fire is an inconvenience for once. Ghost even clears his throat when you turn away from him for a moment. Subdued. Soft.

Ghost. Soft. Hell has frozen over.

"It always is," you reply oblivious to the anomaly in front of you, a little smile on your face as you swipe Ghost's bicep with a little disinfectant wipe.

Price watches how Ghost never takes his eyes off of you as you do your work with the same fascination as watching a dog wearing pants walk on its hind legs.

It quickly becomes apparent that this is not an isolated case.

One morning some time later has Ghost walking with him to his office going over upcoming itineraries. Both of them have their minds on the looming, still unconfirmed, deployment. When you turn the corner into the hallway with a stack of files in your hand, Price swears he sees the lights brighten a little bit just from how Ghost perks up.

"Mornin', ma'am." And all of the sudden his hardened veteran, skull mask wearing, second in command is gone and replaced by two meters of tender puppy-dog eyes and velvety voice. He's pretty sure if Ghost had a tail it'd be wagging.

"Good morning, Lieutenant. How many times do I have to tell you you don't have to call me that?"

"At least one more," Ghost all but purrs.

Price feels like he's witnessing something that should be behind an age verification.

You roll your eyes and pat his shoulder as you pass, disappearing down the hallway without a glance behind you. If you did, you would've seen how Ghost's head turned to watch you go.

The other time occurred when you weren't even around to hear it.

It was classified as a training incident only because of its proximity to the grounds. Very little surprises Price anymore, so he didn't bat an eye when he saw a soldier drive up in a humvee, get out, and then just dumbly watch the vehicle creep backwards, gaining speed until it crashed into a nearby prefab.

The car was fine, of course, but those inside the prefab when it made contact weren't so lucky, especially anyone in the falling radius of the shelves and full crates held inside. It was nothing short of a miracle that no one got flattened.

The soldier responsible was getting torn a new one while someone else called for medical support, just to make sure no one was dying or anything. The worst Price could see from here was some bumps and bruises, someone holding a hand to their bleeding head.

"What is it now?" Price asked as he stepped up beside Ghost who lingered from a distance.

"Bloody idiot kept it in neutral, not park," Ghost tells him, arms crossed. "Didn't use the—" The moment you pop into view, medic bag in tow, Ghost's voice shifts like a switch had been flipped and all of the sudden that rolling thunder tone is gone like it was never there to begin with, "—parking brake. Hopefully it won't be a mistake made twice."

Price registers the words in his subconscious, but most of his attention is still on the fact that you had Ghost switching up mid sentence. And you weren't even within earshot. Just the fact that you were in his eyesight had Ghost lowering his voice, lightening his pitch.

He watches you flit around, grabbing the bleeding person and setting them down to start cleaning them up. All of his attention on you. Price is pretty sure that an ant wouldn't be able to crawl within 50 feet of you without Ghost knowing.

Part of Price wants to nip this in the bud, take Ghost aside and tell him to drop it. All of them know what being in this task force means. Having a distraction like this has a higher chance of being a hindrance than a benefit. If there ever comes a time where any of the 141 are in a situation where his sacrifice is non-negotiable, there cannot be hesitation. All of them know this.

But when the captain looks over at Ghost, he doesn't think about sacrifice. He doesn't see a muzzled war dog whose leash is held in Price's firm grip.

For the first time in a long time, Price recalls a young man with dark brown eyes that had seen too much too young, hair so blond it’s almost white, and the strongest sense of loyalty he's ever seen in a fellow soldier.

Price would never describe Ghost as a gentle man. Never a sweet man. But he starts to think that maybe Simon is.

part two

[softaestluv]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who keeps all his relationships casual.

You should be his dream, really, you two go at it for hours with no strings attached. Except everytime you hop up from his bed before he’s even gotten the chance to lay down next to you with his cum still in your cunt an ugly feeling settles in his chest.

When you moan another man’s name during sex and you think it’s funny laughing out an apology, but all he sees is red. Thinking of another man when he’s got his cock buried to the hilt in his your cunt.

When you ask him if the two of you can start using condoms because you’re sleeping with other men and he swears he draws blood from how harshly he digs his fingers into his palm.

When you see him at the bar with his arm around another girl and you just smile and give him a thumbs up like you’re happy he’s taking another girl home, but he almost knocks the guy out he sees you with.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley who can’t seem to keep this relationship casual when you do it so well.

[rawme-price]

Imagine alpha!ghost being the only one in your pack available to help you with your heat, right?

You have to take a break from blockers eventually, and it just so happens that ghost is the only one not on a mission, nest-trapped with a sprained wrist.

You...well, you think what anyone would think looking at ghost.

Giant of a guy, even by alpha standards, scent always a bit sour. You've never known ghost to be anything but rough, even in his pack affection. He scrubs a wrist into your neck instead of scenting properly, doesn't hesitate to scruff even gaz, or snap his teeth at price.

You expect pain, definitely. The sting of fangs across your skin and a knot forced too soon. An efficient heat, comfort not the focus.

Instead, you get...this.

"C'mon, lovie, it's okay." Ghost rumbles, deep and alpha-confident in the nest. You can't suppress the whine his rumble draws out, tucking closer to his neck. Ghosts scent is thick and warm, more intense than you've smelt before, nose pressed right against the glands.

One hand guides your hips over his cock, not controlling but supporting the movements you make. Allows you to set the pace with a shudder. You wonder if he's this nice with gaz or price, if he lets them cuddle up and ride until they beg for a knot. The thought of your packmates makes you whine more, and two thick arms wrap around to trap you against his body.

"Mmh, alright then? Had enough?" Ghost hums, not exactly to you, cloudy as you are. He holds you still and works his hips into you, rubbing all along the places that make you melt and purr. Ghosts own scent turns honey-sweet at the sound, and not long after he gives you your first knot of many.

Your heat is syrup melting into your mind. Ghost makes it sweet and warm, makes it so damn nice you mourn going back to the rough love he prefers. How an alpha like him can find any sort of softness is beyond you.

Still, you might have to switch out your blockers for more frequent breaks if this is what you're getting.

[ateazure]

"and the universe said i love you."

[eyestrain-addict]

[rawme-price]

Imagine younger Secretary!reader who absolutely does not interact with the 141.

they have a weird thing about keeping all their documents to themselves that you can't be arsed to deal with. Honestly you prefer to spend your time around your colleagues, letting the 141 float around base as nothing more than a talking point.

"Okay, okay. Fuck, marry, kill." Your office neighbor begins with a smirk, absently stabbing at the shitty salads the mess serves "sergeant Garrick, lieutenant Riley, and Captain Price."

"Hhmmmm..." You make a show of really pondering the question, it's fun to play these silly games with the only other civilian on base who doesn't have ten years on you "kill price, payback for the tea. Fuck garrick, I mean....have you seen the guy? And marry Riley."

"Seriously?" You get in response, an accusatory fork pointed at you "not garrick? He's like...perfect husband material. Is this some weird kink of yours?"

"You wear a dog collar." You point out smugly, dodging the kick aimed at your shins, then add "lieutenant riley probably makes crazy money, plus I bet he has a huge dick. I fuck him all i want and use his credit card, that's a win."

You pause, take a bite of your home-packed meal "besides, the whole edgy 'I'm a living weapon and will kill you' getup is kinda cute."

Your table mate grumbles, but accepts. You two move on from the 141 easily, it's not like you even know them, and instead start gossiping about which mechanic on base has probably killed a guy.

Had you taken the chance to look around you like any trained soldier would, you'd have noticed a dark figure in the corner. Two peircing brown eyes locked onto you from behind a skull mask.

[kittykittyneowmeow69]

Babyshark ; what if they met before?

Emma thinking it’s embarrassing that she’s still a virgin, she just wants to get it over just to lose the tag, her friend always tells her that she doesn’t need to find mr. Right just mr. Right now ,so she gathers up all the courage she has, and goes out with her, drinks a sugary girly drink or two and falls into the lap of the most intimidating man at the bar.

She gives him a fake name, likes how reluctant he is to take her home but even more reluctant to leave her. she gives him her pretty doe eyes and she’d like to think it’s all an act,and it’s not like she’s totally overcome with how he shields her in the booth,the way his biceps or almost bigger than her thighs, his palm warm and heavy on her bare thigh covering the span of it, how he speaks to her in a low quipped manner which makes her feel all fluttery and goey, she’d like to think that things are totally in her control because she’s not Emma Nolan tonight.

He tells her he’ll call her a uber, tells her she needs go home, but somehow leads her to his car, nice car, black leather seats with a hand on her lower back, buckles her in, and she looks at him, his sharp profile, and feels anxiety bubbling inside—god, now that she’s sobering up, she’s totally out of her wit.

The feeling of being totally out of place is exasperated when they reach his penthouse —the kind she’s only seen in movies, sparse modern furniture, floor to ceiling windows—he’s grown man, and she’s just a girl in her cheap little h&m dress and beaded bracelets on her wrist, and he’ll know how inexperienced she is , and that will be mortifying (and she doesn’t even want to think about how he’ll fit like in) , so when he wanders of somewhere in his ginormous apartment she makes a run for it.

Because she’s just not ready yet, and it’s not like she’ll ever see him again right?

Except, it’s her third day in the PTMC, and she’s standing to next Dana who one moment is complaining about something the next craning her neck and looking up, and talking to a certain Dr. Park , and Emma’s eyes shift to thick forearms then shoulders in navy scrubs , then a sharp angular face and oh god, it’s him.

She takes a deep breath hoping he doesn’t recognise her, hoping he doesn’t even look at her because she’s overcome with the feeling of wanting to run away, but when his gaze turns to her it immediately pins her in place. He stills, and there isn’t even a shadow of doubt in his glower that he doesn’t recognise her, scrutinising her a beat too long, to the point all the chatter in the nursing station quiets.

“Our new Student RN Emma Nolan” Dana interrupts, raising her eyebrows and shielding Emma behind her, he scoffs then, looks down and shakes his head, before gliding away—

“Provided she doesn’t run away”

[num-1-yearner]

gonna write this eventually but hear me out:

König gets you pregnant. It's an accident after one too many drinks and a cocky comment from the Austrian that leads into some "hate" sex.

When you first find out about the pregnancy, you go to your higher ups and you get moved from field duty to office work...In Germany.

You're glad for the location change, as König had always pissed you off, especially now that you're pregnant. (You keep the baby for plot reasons idk) You don't tell him. Instead, he comes to work one day to find you and all traces of you gone from the base. He had brought flowers, intending to ask you out.

Turns out, the whole 'enemies' thing was one sided. Kömig had thought he was flirting. But anyway.

You move to Germany and begin renting a nice little place from a kind older woman. Her accent is a little different than the other people you meet in the country but you think nothing of it. She mentions she has a son in the military that she wants you to meet when he gets back.

So, one day, a very pregnant reader stumbles into their kind old land ladies house to find said old lady cooing over König.

She starts trying to set the two of you up because she thinks you'll be cute and her son is a good man and will be a good father.

König's heartbroken, figuring you had taken a lover and his feelings would never be returned but also being a little hopeful because of the dates he mom keeps setting up.

And you're panicking because apparently König isn't THAT evil and he doesn't know the baby is his.

[spookytragedyshark]

Contract Marriage Pt 1

Ghoap x Reader single mom reader, hoping to have part two out before Christmas.

As per usual, just an idea, and writers can take it and run with it. Just let me know where to read your work.

Master list

So maybe looking on Craigslist for a wife was not his most logical decision. Maybe meeting a complete stranger from the internet was not the best idea. Maybe he should have asked for her picture. Maybe he should have told someone where he was going.

But Simon Riley was desperate and running out of time.

"Are you Simon?" He looks up at you, eyes wide, clearly nervous, even with half his face covered by the surgical mask, then nods.

You sit across from him, the little mom and pop dinner seat squeaks. He is stunned because you look nothing like he imagined.

"Do you have some form of proof of your situation?" You cut right to the point. Simon pulls out his military ID, shows his dog tags, and then shows some pictures of Riley.

Then you smile at the pictures. "Oh, he is adorable. Can not believe you gave him the same name as your last name." Within seconds, he is gushing about his good boy.

Once the conversation lulls, you get serious again. "I have a big yard. It is fenced in. You will have to buy the kennel and whatnot. I will take him to vet appointments and text you daily pictures. In exchange, I want health insurance and you to pretend to love me in front of my kid. I also have a prenup to make sure we do not fight over custody of Riley should we divorce."

He finds himself nodding along. He was not even prepared for that risk, but you had. How much had you thought about this?

"How good is your acting, by the way?"

Turns out Simon is a decent, if quiet, actor. Gentle touches here and there, temple kisses, general family time. He was not perfect, but it was enough to get your kiddo believing in love again. Which was all you wanted.

Certainly helps that Kiddo took to both Riley and Simon like one takes to oxygen. Kiddo gushing all about their precious fur baby being retired military.

Simon was a bit confused about why neither of you reacted to his mask or even asked about it but honestly, he was a little scared to ask and then bring attention to it. He was thankful you adopted Riley off the bat, signing a notarized paper giving him visitation with him to buy some time for the wedding.

You had said, "I have to make sure you are a safe person to be around my kid. I may be desperate, but I am not stupid or reckless," while holding up what was clearly a tracker at the end of your first meeting. You are prepared in all the ways Simon is not. Still, it started small, being seen together. Meeting up after you get off work, just so kiddo and the babysitter see him drop you off. Then the dates were you "could not find a babysitter" so the kiddo had to come. Within a few months there was a small ceremony, and he was moving in- right into your shared bedroom.

He realized he might not have thought far enough ahead, but the moment Riley crawls into the bed, he is out cold, waking up to you bringing him homemade breakfast in bed and talking about how exhausted he must have been. Any time he is not working, he is home, Riley by his side, and the kiddo firmly believes in love and all is good in your perfect little worlds, even if they rarely cross.

You expected the bare minimum from Simon. Seemingly, he has set his goal to break every expectation you set. You were pleasantly surprised at him playing with the kiddo and genuinely being interested in your baby's life and achievements. Simon hung the awards and pictures on the fridge as much as you did. You did not expect him to do anything around the house, but one night after the kiddo went to bed, you fell asleep in your chair before doing the dishes and laundry that desperately needed to be done. You woke up to Simon gently trying to tell you to head to bed. Prompt mom panic, only to find the laundry done and folded. You never asked, but he always did something to make your life a little easier while home. Even more, he never asked for anything out of you.

The first argument floored you. He wanted to split the bills, stating he lived there, too. You countered that he was only there when he was not deployed. He was having none of that. Eventually, you compromised to have him pay the less expensive bills. Then Christmas rolled around, and of course, this man decided to spend all the money he saved on bills on you and the kid.

You are not sure what you expected to happen if your kid called him Dad, but it certainly was not this.

He and the kiddo were playing with Riley when you heard it, "Dad, watch this!" It was a slip of the tongue. Kiddo did not even realize he said it. Simon tensed up the same as your exs before they started yelling. Simon, though precious Simon never raised his voice to either of you, and that did not change that day. He had quietly excused himself. Thankfully, it was time for the kiddo to go to bed anyway, and so you found Simon on the back porch smoking tears running down his face and an unopened bottle of whiskey beside him.

"Hey," you sit beside him, quiet, waiting, unsure.

He speaks barely above a whisper, "I do not want to be like my father."

He did not have to say more; you understood. Leaning back to look at the stars, you start talking, "My parents do not love each other. Not sure they ever did. They were good parents, but it still left a lasting impression. I believed in love. I kept trying, and yeah, there were lots of foul people who just used that naivety against me. I thought I had found the one when I got pregnant. Guess what, he is not here. You are. You may not love me romantically, but you saved my kid from facing the cruel reality I had to. I do not believe I ever will find love, but I believe there has to be someone out there for my angel. Because of you, they will not fight against that chance. You have been more of a father to them than anyone else. I will not pretend to understand what happened to you, but even if we were to divorce, I would encourage you to see the kiddo. You clearly care for them like a father." With that, you take the whiskey bottle and head inside while Riley joins him on the porch.

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Soap can't get a plane home for the holidays, but Ghost gets two tickets home and a plane ticket from his home airport to Soap's home the day after Christmas. Ghost planted the tickets in Soap's hand, and that was that.

Until Soap saw the house Ghost supposedly lived in. There were little snowmen lining the porch, clearly made by a child. Then there are lights strung up. Soap remembers Simon's old flat. He did not even have pictures on the wall. Soap follows the love of his life into the house, heart slowing every step of the way. He watches Simon shrug off his coat and hang it on a hook with his name above it, then gesture to a guest hook for soap. The boots were nicely lined up, and he slipped on a pair of house shoes like he had done it a thousand times.

Then he followed Ghost into the kitchen, where a Lady was cooking. He felt his heart shatter as Ghost placed a hand on her waist and leaned down, kissing her temple. "Where is Kiddo?" The lady chuckled and turned to look up at Simon. "At ease, soldier. Your mini me is with his paternal grandmother's till Christmas morning." Then she turned to Soap, seemingly startled at his presence. She was beautiful, seemingly glowing with the joy of a woman seeing her husband after a long work trip. Soap felt sick, but he would not dare let it show.

Simon explained that Soap could not get a plane home, and the only available flight would be the day after Christmas. You nodded along and welcomed Soap into the guest bedroom, telling Simon to make sure Soap knew the house rules.

Soap knows he has no right to be this upset, even as he silently cries in the guest bedroom with you and Simon sleeping on the other side of the wall. It was not like he ever told Ghost his feelings. Even still, he thought Simon would have told him that he was getting married. Then again, it was a huge show of faith for Simon to bring Soap into his home. Into a place with his wife and child. Soap found some comfort in that.

Reality is, Simon is just embarrassed by how this all occurred and never told Soap because he was sure he would make fun of him. He also thinks that Soap believing that he is really with you will convince the kid more.

[faustianblank]

Price's Daughter | "His girl built different" | Part 2

Part 1 |

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Ghost spots Price outside the barracks with a clipboard and hears Price talk to himself. "Gotta make sure Y/n's day goes smoothly."

"Smooth." Ghost repeats.

Price: "Aye. Organized. Managed. Stress free."

Ghost: "...You're going to paper her."

Price: "I'm not papering anyone. I'm simply overseeing."

Soap jogs up behind them and peers at the clipboard. "Breakfast delivered to quarters. No PT for today? Laundry prewashed? Sir this is literally pampering."

Price: "No, this is parenting. It's the same thing her mother did..." Then mumbles very quietly, "When I wasn't there..."

Soap: "That's your wee princess, aye?"

Price lifts the clipboard higher like its classified information. "She is and shut it. I don't want to hear that coming out of your mouth."

Time: 0630 AM

Y/n opens her and finds her father standing right there. "Dad!?"

"Morning, love." He says with a grin.

"...Dad. Why are you outside my room at six in the morning."

"Just checking in..." He gestures vaguely down the hall. "Made sure the showers were warm for you, Breakfast's being brought up. You need anything? Towels? Coffee?"

"...Dad." She says slowly. "You know I can walk to the cafeteria. Plus, I wanted to know my way around the base."

"Aye, but there's no reason for you to strain yourself on your first day."

"Strain myself? Walking?"

Price coughs, looking away like he's been caught or just embarrassed. "You know how these bases are. Slippery floors. Rogue cords. Unstable chairs..."

Y/n rubs her face. "Oh my god."

Location: Mess Hall

Ghost and Gaz stop mid conversation when Price practically guides Y/n into the room like he's escorting a VIP.

Ghost's eyes narrow. "Did he… wake you up himself?"

Y/n sits down, glaring at her orange juice like it betrayed her. "He was waiting outside my door."

Price sets a plate in front of her. Eggs. Toast. Fruit. Balanced like something from a parenting pamphlet.

Y/n stares at it. "…Dad, I'm not hungry enough to eat breakfast."

Price: "You are now."

Y/n: "Since when?"

Price: "Since you're in my unit."

Gaz leans forward and asks, "Why's he treating you like this?"

Y/n shrugs. "He wasn't… really around when I was growing up. Missions. Deployments. He saw pictures, birthdays, the occasional school play when he could make it." She pokes her eggs. "He still thinks I’m the kid who cried when she scraped her knee."

Price hears that. His whole face softens, just a little.

He clears his throat. "Well. I'd like… to make up for lost time." He looks uncharacteristically shy. "If that means making sure you eat properly and get a calm start to the day, then that's what I'll do."

"…Dad." She nudges his arm. "Thanks. Really. I appreciate it."

Price brightens, proud and relieved.

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz exchange looks like oh, this is going to be a thing.

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Part 1 | Part 3?

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@decaffeinatedtimetraveler94 @catnoodle32 @buckybrooklyn @thriving-n-jiving @nyxhiems @notorious-liar @lucienofthelakes @magicwriterinspo @dont-look-at-me-im-shy

[wreegis]

they disgust me

[istralius]

men kissing

[depravedthots]

I hate boys.

They take you on dates, listen to all the yaps only to stop texting back with not a single word.

[sockiepuppetry]

GET FNAF'ED IDIOT

Silly halloween thing 👻

[vushkaa]

Werewolf!Simon finally finding his mate, only for them to be a human. You’re not small by any means, but there’s a fragility to your kind that holds Simon back from leaning into the bond. His muscles strained, jaw tight as he fights against instinct. He wants to squeeze you, crush you in his arms, but humans aren’t built like him. Their bones easily snap, skin as soft as fruit that it bruises at the slightest touch.

Don’t even get him started on courting nips, his molars ache from clenching his jaw and trying not to bite you. Refraining from dragging his canines along your supple flesh.

Oh, how he wants to nuzzle the tip of his nose against your neck and trace the sweet scent. That’s frowned upon in your world though, seen as animalistic. So he takes suppressants to dull the scents around him, yours to be exact. He stands under the cold shower each morning after a run instead of laying in bed with you. The prickling heat of his desires spreading like wildfire.

There are some advantages though. Ones that have him doing away with suppressants. He can sniff out your change in moods, knows exactly when you’ll get a headache as if it’s the musk before a storm. “Sit down, you’ll get a headache,” he mumbles, guiding you into the arm chair and draping a blanket over your lap. Phone pried from your grasp and a warm cup of tea replacing it. A homemade soothing balm massaged on your temples. You call it his wolf radar, going so far as asking him to sniff out rain before you leave the cabin. It always rains he tells you, passing you an umbrella.

You’re like a moth to a flame, hovering round him. Simon can feel the static zap of energy between the minuscule distance. Makes his wolf scratch to the surface, the tight snap of his muscles loosening as he gives in and wraps his arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side. Someone made a comment about how you follow him around like a puppy and he’s more flattered than offended. You are like a pup, learning his ways before he unleashes the wolf, a whole different type of beast animal.

And now he can’t help but see you as a pup, teaching you about shifter cycles and the fundamentals of having a mate. He doesn’t go too deep into the whole, I want to ravish you right now and you have no idea. He’s achingly slow with you, hot make out sessions where you’re the one with his bottom lip between your teeth. Your fingers digging into his bicep as you claw him back to you before he slips out of your grasp.

It looks like someone’s been teaching you a thing or two. Your teeth sinking into his neck, his milky skin heating at the bite. Simon hadn’t even told you about the build up of the mating bite, but maybe he’s going to have to show you now.

[Part two]