#afab character

[space-dinosaurs]

they're so pretty <3333

[glorestarz]

YO I’m the free use anon)?) if I did set it to anon anyways. Just wanted to add on to my previous ask because it automatically got sent.

Your writing has me hooked and I thought it’d be cool to send you an ask. If you decide to do it, let loose and do whatever you want with it!

enter— your pretty house husband !!

status: edited + proofread

synopsis: your friends come over for a game night, and you can’t help but want to show him off.

word count: 3k

cw: porn with no plot, AMAB reader, FTM char (AFAB terminology used), established relationship, dom! reader, top!reader, sub!char, bottom!char, free use, exhibitionism, voyeurism, pussy slapping, fingering, praise kink, possessiveness.

note: thank you so much for the request! i hope it met your expectations! 🫶

the living room buzzes with laughter and the clatter of dice as your friends settle in, but your attention keeps drifting to him.

he—your beautiful, obedient boy, your pretty house husband, the perfect display of submission and want—moves through the kitchen with practiced ease: refilling glasses, offering snacks, wiping crumbs from the counter with a gentle, almost absentminded grace that makes your chest tighten and your cock throb.

he’s meticulous, always making sure every glass is full, every snack perfectly arranged, every detail attended to just the way you love. the house sparkles under his care—pillows fluffed, candles lit, the faint scent of his favorite cookies wafting from the kitchen. he anticipates your needs, bringing you your favorite drink before you even ask, checking that you’re comfortable, giving you that sweet, adoring smile that says he lives to please you.

the curve of his ass as he bends over the table is a private invitation, a promise, making you shift in your seat and clench your fists to keep from dragging him into your lap right there.

every time he moves it’s for you, whether he knows it or not—every flick of his wrist, every dimpled smile, every time the hem of his shorts rides up, showing off the soft swell of his thighs and the barest hint of his pussy beneath the fabric.

he tucks stray hair behind his ear, cheeks pink, and his eyes dart to you—always checking, making sure you want for nothing, and always craving your attention.

you do notice—every detail, every shiver, every unconscious arch of his back that presses his ass out for you to admire.

his shirt clings to him just right, outlining the curve of his waist and the soft skin you want to mark up all over again, and you don’t miss how the fabric of his shorts hugs the fullness of his thighs, the hint of wetness darkening the inseam.

he’s so soft, so pretty, and when he fusses over napkins or straightens a stack of games, you know he’s doing it for your praise.

"do you need anything else, love?" he asks quietly, voice gentle and eager as he leans closer. the question is for you, but his eyes flick to your friends, as if hoping they, too, will notice just how attentive he is.

you grin, letting your hand brush his hip. "you're perfect, baby. keep showing off for me."

he blushes deeper, ducking his head as he returns to his tasks, a little smile tugging at his lips.

when he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his lips linger a second too long, and his fingers skim your waist as if asking you to claim him. sometimes he leans in so close you catch the faint sweetness of his skin, the unique scent of him and his soap of choice, and you wonder if your friends can see the flush on his cheeks, the evidence of your teeth on his neck just visible where his collar falls open.

later, as he passes you another drink, one of your friends jokes, "careful, he'll spoil you. wish mine took care of me like that."

you smirk, pulling him gently into your lap for a second. "maybe you should take notes."

he laughs, barely above a whisper, "i like taking care of you."

every time he glances at you, it’s a plea to be seen, to be shown off—your boy, your house husband, your needy little thing.

you adore how he blushes under your gaze, how he soaks up your praise, desperate to be recognized as yours, his ears burning pink when the others tease him about being the perfect host.

you want everyone to see how lucky you are, how much you crave him, how you’d bend him over the kitchen table or the back of the couch at any opportunity—spread him open, mouth on his pussy, tongue buried deep until he’s shaking, sobbing, begging, just to remind him—and everyone else—who he belongs to.

he’s yours. he wants the world to know it, and you’ll never tire of letting him put himself on display.

your friends sometimes complain, half-joking and half-envious, about the way you and he disappear together at gatherings or the not-so-innocent marks he tries to hide the next day.

they tease you for being insatiable, for how you can’t seem to keep your hands off him even when company’s over, for the way you look at him like you’re always moments from dragging him away.

sometimes you catch them rolling their eyes or making snide comments about your lack of self-restraint, but you only feel a surge of pride—why should you hide your desire, your luck, the way he’s yours in every way?

what a useless thing to do.

you want them to see, to know just how thoroughly you adore him, how much he craves your attention and how gladly he gives himself to you.

there’s a part of you that wants to show off, to let everyone witness the way he melts for you, the way you can make him blush and squirm with just a look or a whispered word.

their complaints only make you bolder, eager to prove that what you have with him is something worth envying, worth flaunting, a love and hunger so intense it can’t—and shouldn’t—be hidden.

you want them to imagine what it’s like when you pull him onto your lap and make him ride you, slow and deep, until he’s shaking and sobbing into your shoulder—how his pussy clenches around you, greedy for every inch, how you hold him open and watch him drip all over your cock, gasping as you fuck him through wave after wave of needy pleasure.

you want them to know how he begs for you to fill him up, how he whimpers for your tongue, your fingers, desperate for the stretch and the praise, all the filthy words that make him come undone.

you want them to imagine the nights where you bend him over the kitchen counter or pin him against the wall and fuck him hard without so much as a word, where his cries echo through the house, and you make sure every mark you leave is one he’ll wear with pride the next day.

you want your friends to see, to really understand, how you own him—how he’s yours to tease, yours to ruin, yours to show off however you please. he’s the perfect display, your favorite prize, and you’d let the world watch if it meant they’d know just how beautiful, how desperate, how absolutely wrecked he is for you every single night.

and you notice it—the way your friends shift in their seats, the way their eyes linger, the flush on their cheeks or the subtle bulge in their pants betraying just how much watching turns them on.

sometimes you catch them glancing away, embarrassed to be caught, but you know they’re imagining what it would be like to have him, to see him come undone for them the way he does for you.

their hands sometimes drift to their laps, knuckles pale as they try to discreetly adjust themselves, biting back groans. they're not sneaky with it at all. the gall, really.

you see the hunger in their eyes, the way their lips part, breaths shallow, as they witness the two of you together.

tonight, you can’t help yourself. you'd indulge it.

when the conversation grows loud and everyone is focused on the board, the urge becomes too strong to resist.

you slide your hand around his waist, fingers curling possessively against his soft skin, and tug him gently further into your lap, right there in front of your friends.

at first, he freezes—shocked, flustered, his breath catching as he processes the sudden intimacy.

you steady him with a firm hand on his hip, guiding him to straddle you.

his cheeks burn as your friends notice and laugh, egging you on with teasing whistles and catcalls, their playful jeers mixing with the nervous energy between you.

"damn, get a room!" someone jeers, but you just smirk and hold him tighter.

"nah, i like it here," you say, voice low but clear. "want everyone to see how pretty he is for me."

your hands wander boldly, squeezing his bare thighs as his shorts ride up, the muscles beneath your fingers tensing with each touch.

you press kisses to his neck, lips skimming over flushed skin, and you savor the faint, shivery whimper he lets out.

from where he straddles you, knees bracketing your hips, his back arches, chest rising and falling with fast, shallow breaths.

your friends can’t help but stare; his shirt has ridden up, exposing the soft curve of his waist, the marks you’ve left behind from earlier.

you shift him so he’s facing the room, to his surprise, straddling your lap with his back pressed tight to your chest, every inch of him on display for your friends.

you push his legs wide, planting your hands firmly on his inner thighs, keeping him open.

his shorts barely cover anything now, riding up so high that the soft skin of his inner thighs is completely exposed, and you let your friends catch every trembling breath, every flush across his cheeks.

"what're you doing?" he whines.

you whisper in his ear, low and teasing, letting everyone else hear: "let them look, baby. you're perfect like this."

with a slow, deliberate motion, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pull them down over his hips, letting them slide to mid-thigh.

the room falls silent as you expose him—soft, pretty, dripping for you—his thighs spread wide and nothing left to hide.

the flush on his face deepens, lips parted as he sucks in a shaky breath, eyes darting between your friends and your hand.

for a moment, you pause, letting the anticipation build, then you take his hand and guide it between his own thighs, urging him to spread himself open for the audience.

far from shrinking away in shame, instead, with trembling fingers, he obeys, like you knew he would, pulling himself wide, revealing his slick, needy entrance to everyone watching, his breath coming in fast, shuddering gasps as he shows off the most intimate part of himself.

the soft pink folds part easily under his fingers, glistening with arousal, the delicate rim fluttering each time he breathes or you whisper in his ear.

his entrance is flushed and swollen, slick with need, the inner walls pulsing and glossy in the light—so wet you can see the sheen of it catching on his knuckles.

it’s a beautiful, obscene sight: the way his hole clenches and relaxes, shiny and inviting, on full display for everyone in the room.

you keep a possessive arm wrapped around his waist, whispering filthy encouragement into his ear while your other hand joins his, rolling your thumb over the sensitive, wet seam and angling his hips so the room has a perfect view of how ready he is for you.

letting your friends witness every detail, you murmur, "show them how much you love this, baby. let them see you inside."

each time he spreads himself wider, exposing the flutter of his entrance and the shine of arousal, your pride grows.

every breath he takes is visible, chest fluttering, his body straining to stay still despite the attention.

your friends watch, rapt and silent, as you make a show of it—of how easily he gives in to you, how much he trusts you.

"look at him," you murmur to the room. “all mine. just for me to play with."

your fingers trace over the slickness between his legs, and you feel his whole body shiver in your arms.

nothing to hide—your pretty house husband, shuddering as you let your palm cup his heat, thumb circling, pressing just enough to make him choke on a gasp. it was this strange feeling that everyone was looking at him, which was uncomfortable.

perhaps because there were so many people whose attention were only on him. it rivaled nothing else. even deep breaths didn't clear his clogged chest, so he tried taking a big breath to expand his lungs. but there was still a sticky feeling as if his alveoli weren't fully expanding.

nothing comes out.

his head falls back against your shoulder, eyes fluttering, mouth open as you whisper, "that's it, let them see how perfect you are for me."

you can feel how wet he is for you, slick and needy, and you let your fingers slip lower, teasing at his entrance with slow, deliberate strokes.

the anticipation makes him tremble, thighs quivering as you slide one finger inside.

his walls flutter around you, every pulse a silent plea for more, and you relish the hungry, jealous looks you draw from the crowd.

he clings to your arm, hips rolling up to meet your hand, desperate for more, his breath coming in short, whimpering gasps, head dropping back against your shoulder as he surrenders to your touch.

you add a second finger, slowly stretching him open, feeling his body tense and then yield, the lewd, wet sound of your fingers working him echoing through the charged silence.

his rim clenches, fluttering at the intrusion, as you curl your fingers just right, searching for that sensitive spot inside.

your thumb circles his clit with teasing, featherlight strokes, coaxing out shivers and broken cries, his voice growing hoarse with need.

your onlookers watch, transfixed, as you work him open for everyone to see—the way his thighs quake, the way his body arches, the way he bites his lip to keep from begging aloud. unable to look away from the way he squirms and gasps, from the lewd, sounds filling the room, from the way you stretch him wide and make him beg, knowing they’re hard and aching just from watching.

you take pride in how you can make your crowd of friends so desperate, so jealous, so turned on they can barely sit still, all because he’s yours to ruin and flaunt. too bad for them.

the air is thick with the scent of his arousal, and you take pride in just how much he responds to you, even with watching eyes.

when you find it, his thighs shake, hips bucking uncontrollably as you press down just right, forcing a helpless cry from his lips, nails digging into your arm as you thrust into him, slow and deep, showing everyone the way he falls apart for you.

you can feel him squeezing around your fingers, his body fluttering as you keep up the relentless rhythm—fingers scissoring, stretching him wider, making it impossible for him to hide just how much he loves being filled and put on display.

wet, squelching sounds fill the room, obscene and shameless as you piston your fingers in and out, your palm pressed tight against his mound, grinding against his swollen clit. his attempt to steady his breathing was futile. scraping the inner walls recklessly and thrusting rapidly into the unsuspecting mucosa of his insides, had made him practically forget when to breathe.

then, cruelly, you pull your hand back just enough to let it hover over his pussy, letting the suspense build as he trembles in your lap.

you bring it down with a sharp, deliberate slap, the sound a wet crack that echoes through the room.

the sting makes him gasp, his whole body jolting—hips bucking, thighs quaking, his pussy clenching and gushing fresh slick as the sensation ripples through every nerve.

he whimpers, legs spreading wider without even thinking, as you rub your hand over the reddening skin, feeling the heat and the way he pulses against your palm.

you slap him again, harder this time, and watch as his pussy grows even slicker, the tender flesh flushed deep pink, glistening with arousal and shining in the light.

each smack sends fresh waves of pleasure and humiliation through his trembling body—he arches, moans, his entrance fluttering and leaking, coating your fingers as you tease him between slaps.

his abs tense, back arching, eyes squeezed shut as he rides out the sting and the praise, his body begging for more even as he squirms in your lap.

your friends watch, transfixed and silent, as you alternate between spanking and fondling, showing off how easily he melts for you, how much he loves the attention, the roughness, the ache.

his whimpers turn shameless, louder, as you murmur filthy praise in his ear and slap him again, letting everyone see the way he gushes for you—slick streaming out, his thighs shaking, desperate and needy, lost in the sensation.

the next slap lands perfectly, and this time his whole body jerks—his pussy tightening and fluttering around your fingers before he suddenly goes still, every muscle tensed.

the impact resonated and there’s a split second of breathlessness, before he lets out a broken moan as he gushes hard against you, his milky cum burst forth from him, release soaking your hand, the evidence of his pleasure on full display for everyone to see.

you hold him tight, whispering encouragement as he trembles and rides out the aftershocks, completely undone by the sting and the praise, lost in the bliss of being shown off and claimed so openly.

one of your friends finally breaks the tension, voice low and admiring: "god, he's really well trained, isn't he?"

another pipes up, laughing gently, "you've got him so obedient—look at how he just takes it, all pretty and eager."

someone else whistles, adding, "wish mine listened like that. he's perfect for you."

don’t you know it well.

their compliments wash over both of you, fueling your pride and making your house husband squirm in your lap, his face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.

you catch his eye and grin, letting him bask in the praise. you should do this more often.

[l1tw1ck]

WICKKKK did u see the new invincible season?? Mark got a nice looking beard, hes getting hotter 🙏😋 anyway been craving some sub ftm mark contentt, any idea for thirst/drabbles for free use! Mark grayson?? Please and thank you :33

Tired?

Sub!Bottom!FTM Mark x Dom!Top!Male Reader

CW: AFAB Language, Free Use, Public Sex, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Squirting

🕯️: I haven't started it yet but it's on my list! also spreading more mark daddy kink agenda :3c

Mark slams his fist against the brick wall, catching his breath after winning a difficult battle. You swooped in to help him out but he was already a little beaten up by that point so now he's here, trying to recover his strength while completely oblivious to your intentions. "Tired?" You ask, placing your hands on his waist. He whimpers. Does it matter? He's your property, fatigue isn't a concern. You're the one who'll be flying him home anyway.

"A little.." He bends over a bit as you quickly gain access to his underwear so you can pull it down.

You slide two fingers up his folds, he's already soaking wet. "But always ready for daddy, huh?"

"Mhmm~" He presses his cheek against the wall, already reaching that floaty state of submission. The state where he forgets which way is left and which is right. "..can just put it in, feels better when you stretch me out with your dick~"

"I was going to anyway."

Mark bites down on his lip to muffle his moan. That's right, you get to do whatever you want with him. You lube up your length with his slick and slowly push your way through his entrance. He's as tight as ever.

~~~

You reach around Mark and stuff your fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet. "Do you want everyone to know how much of a cock slut you are?" You harshly pound into him.

"Yesh~ wan' them to shee how guhd~ daddy fucks me~" He's too blissed out to shut up.

"Oh? You want to be a pornstar instead?"

"Mhm~ jus' wanna get fucked all day~" His eyes twitch as his orgasm starts to approach.

"No more hero work? You'd rather be my stress toy?"

He moans, rolling his eyes to the back of his skull as he squirts. "Please–"

"If that's what you want, we can do that." You bury yourself deep inside and come. You wonder if he'll change his mind.

[liquid-void]

Can I ask Steve Rogers x Male Reader?

Steve with a sensitive pussy, aka Steve who squirts a lot?

Captain America has America's pussy!!

18+ Mature content. Bottom Steve Rogers/Captain America. Virgin Steve Rogers. Bottom Character turning Top Sub. Top Male Reader turning Sub Top. Character has a pussy. Reader has a cock. Cunnilingus. Breeding kink. I have no limits tbfr.

“So, you want to have your first time with me because you’re too shy to pay someone else to do it and because you don’t trust anyone on the team aside from me to fuck you stupid, right?”

Steve just nodded hesitantly with his head, his hands still on his back, playing with his thumbs. This was so embarrassing, but he couldn’t keep living as a virgin at 100 years old and more, not when everyone else including Bucky, another fossil just like him, had already their cherry popped. “I didn’t use those exact words for the last part, but for the rest well, ehem, you’re right.”

You hummed as you took in consideration his desperate request, it wasn’t everyday that someone came to you asking you to take their virginity. More specially, it was America’s greatest hero who came to you for this honorific request, there was no fucking way you’d say no to this. “Alright,” you said. “When do you want to do it? Tomorrow? Next week? Whenever you’re ready.”

“I was thinking today. Only if you’re free, of course.” You could see how his pale cheeks turned into a soft pink color, his eyes never meeting yours. His answer was unexpected, but not undesired.

A smirk made its presence known on your lips. “Are you sure?”

Steve didn’t waste time on responding and nodded quickly. “Please.”

You gave him back a short nod. “Alright. Let’s start then.”

Steve was thankful when you left the room so he could change at peace without you observing how he undressed for you. The blonde man could hear his own heart beat, it almost felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He tried to steady his breathing when he got all undressed, his pussy soft and well trimmed for his first time. He sat down on the edge of the bed, legs closed tightly, he wasn’t even sure if he was going to get used to this from now on.

A soft knock on the door was then heard in the room. “Steve, may I come in?”

The hero took a deep breath in before letting it back out slowly. Calm down Steve! “Yes, you can come now.” The door opened slowly and you made your way inside the room, your eyes went immediately on the naked beauty that sat on your bed, so nervous, blushing so adorably under your attention. “Don’t you think you’re a little too covered?”

A chuckle escaped your lips. “Right.” As you walked towards Steve, you removed your shirt, tossing it at the floor of your room, and unzipped your pants. Your eyes examined Steve’s body, the serum and all the workout surely blessed his body very well. Your gaze lowered down a little more, and surely you noticed a little aspect of him, the corner of your lips curled into a gentle smirk. “Ready for me to start?”

“Y-Yes, sure. Go ahead. I’m ready. Yep. Totally ready,” he blurted out as he tried not to stare for too long at your naked torso and the way you looked down on him in a gentle way. He felt so small, but in a strangely good way.

You wanted to throw fists at the air and scream at the top of your lungs from how adorable he looked right now. There was no way Steve was hiding that side from everyone in the team for so long. “Okay, that’s cool. So look, this is what we’re going to do. I’ll caress the top of your body first and kiss your cheeks and shoulders, yeah? Later I’ll kiss your neck, maybe your lips too if you’re okay with it. I’ll caress your hips and slowly push you on the bed, if anything happens, feel free to stop me. Do you have a safe word?”

“A safe word? Uhm, I- I don’t- I haven’t thought about one,” Steve answered shyly, he forgot to think about one.

“Don’t worry, we can stick with colors. Green if everything is fine and we can keep going on, yellow if you need a pause, red if you want to stop.” Steve nodded, yeah that was easier, that can work too. “I’m going to start now, then…” You slowly leaned closer to him and you noticed how he immediately tensed, his eyes never leaving the sight of your lips.

He shuddered when your hands touched the sides of his arms and your lips kissed softly the long of his shoulder, he had to bite his lip so no weird sound would come out from him. Your soft caresses were so gentle, kind and slow, it had him closing his eyes, enjoying your warm touch. Your kisses tickled him, they were small little wet kisses on his pale skin, it felt good. He could feel himself relaxing slowly. Your lips then went on his cheeks and kept giving him kisses as your hands went to his upper back and the back of his neck.

“How is it going so far? Can I proceed with the next step?” you whispered in his ear.

“Y-yeah, sure… go on…”

You gave him one last kiss behind his ear before kissing his plump lips, you were no one to lie, you’ve always wanted a taste of Steve Roger’s lips. You almost smiled in your kiss when you felt Steve kiss you back clumsily.

The caresses then went lower on his body down on his lower back, then his hips, his stomach, up to his chest and back again on his waist. “I’ll lay you down now, what’s the color so far?”

“Green…” You nodded, relieved that you were doing everything right so far. Steve was gently pushed on the mattress of your bed as you now kissed his stomach and your hands moved to his thighs.

You slowly pushed apart Steve’s legs, and he moved his trembling hands away. That’s when you saw his pink pussy slightly wet and throbbing, you could feel your own cock start getting hard under your pants from the sight alone. But before doing anything, you just had to make sure of one last thing. “Steve, what do you want me to do now?”

He blinked twice, a little taken aback from your question. “Uhm, Y/n, honestly I- erm, I trust you so please, do what you think it’s best.”

“Have you ever touched yourself before?”

His mouth opened but no word came out at that right moment, just a short little gasp. “I, well, I tried masturbating before.”

You tilted your head, curious. “How do you like it?”

“Why so many questions all of the sudden?” he laughed nervously. “Y/n, I trust you, I’m pretty sure you know what you’re doing. So please, help me feel… good.”

It was your turn to blush at the sudden come back, but you quickly shook your head and sighed. “Alright then, Captain…” You leaned closer between his legs and kissed his inner thighs with softness and patience, you could feel his feverish gaze on you but decided not to meet his beautiful blue eyes. His skin was surprisingly soft under your touch, and as you got closer to that sweet spot of his, the smell started to make its presence known.

It was sweet, almost addicting even. Your mouth was now centimeters apart from his slightly erected clit, you feel like you won an award with this view, and without wasting a second more, you softly kissed his clit. A gasp came out from him as his legs closed around your head. The sudden reaction took you by surprise, but the pieces of the puzzle quickly assembled together, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the realization. “You’re a sensitive one, aren’t you, Cap’?”

“Y/n… I-” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence as you gave his sensitive clit a kitten lick just to taste the waters, and he bit his lip but a groan was able to come out either way.

You chuckled, loving his reactions. “This is going to be fun.”

“Don’t.. don’t tease me like that…”

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve finished with my little games, we can seriously start now,” you announced before burying your mouth between his pussy lips. Juices gushed out as he clamped harder his legs around your head, though you didn’t mind dying between his thighs.Your tongue started working between his pussy lips, Steve tried so hard to keep those beautiful sounds away from your ears, but he failed miserably when you pushed your tongue a little deeper and your nose bumped under his swollen clit.

"Ahn!" Your cock throbbed under your pants, he sounded so pretty, you slowly started to increase the pace as you licked a little quicker but deeper, taking in the sweet taste of Steve in your tongue. The taste was exquisite, you wouldn't change this for anything in the world.

You knew you'd lose control of yourself if you kept going, but hearing Steve moan and whimper let you know that perhaps losing control over yourself was something that was supposed to happen sooner or later, there was no way of escaping that possible outcome.

So you didn't put much resistance, and started eating him out, your hands holding tightly on Steve's thighs as they trembled and jumped from your tongue in his cunt.

"Y/n- I- Y/n! Hmmph!" You gave another small kiss on his swollen clit before giving it a short suck. Hands were quickly found on the back of your head, pulling on your hair as Steve arched his back. "Y/n! Y/n wait- wait!" he whimpered, alarmed as he felt something rushing to come out, he never felt that way before. You tried to pull back but Steve's thighs kept you trapped in place, in fact, they even pushed your head a little deeper on his cunt. "A-ah! Ah! Something is -" Steve wasn't able to finish his sentence, his mouth wide open in a silent scream as a torrent of fluids hit your face.

Steve's legs gave up, letting you pull back with a wide grin plastered over your face.

You swiped the remnants of Steve's special "thank you" gift with the back of your hand.

"Sweet."

Steve was panting, eyes wide.

Why did that feel so... So... So fucking good?

"Are you okay, Steve?"

"I ... I don't even know. It's weird but like, like... Weird good," he responded, still trying to process what just happened.

"No shit, darling, squirting definitely feels good, from the look on your pretty face."

Steve swallowed dry, he still felt unsatisfied, for a strange reason, and you were able to read it from the look in his eyes.

"What's the color, Steve?"

His blue eyes went to stare at you, he was hesitant, but something in him was telling him he wanted more.

"Green."

You were sitting on the bed right behind Steve, he was laying on his back against your chest, your hands held his thighs wide open before slowly moving one of them higher and higher towards his throbbing wet pussy. It sent a shiver down Steve’s spine and his legs started to tremble as his eyes followed your hand approaching his sensitive clit.

“Ah!” he moaned when the tip of your fingers finally touched his eager clit. “Y/n…” he whined when they started rubbing the sensitive nub.

The pace was slow at first, yet it was enough for Steve to whimper at the pleasant sensation. You then started to quicken up the pace on his clit and Steve arched his back as he released a soft gasp, his right hand gripping your wrist while the other gripping the sheets under both of you. 

“Y/n! Y/n! fuck-!”

“That’s it darling, accept the sensation,” you whispered in his ear, your fingers starting to get wet due to how soaked Steve’s pussy had become.

“It feels- nghhh! It feels good- so so ghhhoooood…” his moans were turning you on  even more and more and your fingers just went faster on his sensitive, swollen clit. “Y/N!!” Steve was losing his mind, his body was shaking from the stimulation, his mouth hanging open as obscene sounds poured out from his lips, his eyes were lost, staring at the void. He was lost in the pleasurable sensation, and he was loving it. “More! Y/-n please…! Ah! Ahn! Ah!” Steve’s moans got louder as he shut his eyes close while his pussy shot another load of squirt.

You were in awe. “Another one? Impressive!” You palmed his pussy and more smaller shots of squirt came out from Steve’s puffy, soaked wet pussy.

“Guuuhh… haahh…”  Incomplete. Steve felt incomplete. He wasn’t satisfied yet, that bothering sensation in him wanting to come out was still there, he needed more. Just a little more. “More…”

Your eyes went to meet his feverish gaze, his lustful gaze, and you knew he was drunk in that addictive sensation. “But you just-” Steve tightened his grip on your hand and forced it closer to his pussy.

“Please Y/n… I need more. Just a little more…” he pleaded in almost a mumble. “Fingers… Put your fingers in me.” Steve proceeded to push his pussy lips apart with his fingers. You swallowed hard.

“Okay, but remember the co-”

“It’s green. It’s still green, very green,” he blurted out immediately, and you could swear it almost sounded like a sob. “Please Y/n, I need your fingers now…”

You decided to follow his pace now, and while your free hand went to rub his sensitive clit, your other hand went to push two fingers inside him very slowly. Steve brought his own hand to his mouth and bit on it, fuck, that was just what he needed.

“Fuck yeesss,” he gasped as your fingers started pushing deeper inside his eager cunt, he couldn’t help it anymore, his hips started rocking back and forward, seeking more of that pleasurable stimulation. “Deeper. Y/n deeper…faster…” And as if his words were orders, you obeyed and increased the pacing, scissoring him and stretching him good. “Ah! Oh fuck! Oh-!”

His cunt was drenched, warm, tight, it felt so good around your fingers and you had to admit it, it was driving you crazy. Without even noticing, Steve was already a sobbing and moaning mess, unconsciously you started finger-fucking him so fast and deep that it had him holding by a thread his little sanity that was left.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck Y/n! Y/n plea- ah ah! Ahn! So g- aaahn so fucking ghh-ood!” he sobbed, his mouth wide open as he slurred out nonsense and incoherent babbling, his mind was foggy with pleasure. “More more more babe m-nghhh!!” Another load of squirt came out from him in loads, yet you didn’t stop fingering him.

“Good, very good, darling,” you praised. You pulled out your fingers when no juice kept coming out, but Steve took your wrist once more and brought it to his mouth, sucking clean your soaked fingers. “Steve.. fuck…”

Steve tilted his head back, meeting your soft gaze. “Y/n, I- I need more,” he sobbed. “I wanna cum so bad, it’s bothering me, I wanna cum. I wanna cum so fucking hard.”

He managed to turn around and push you against the bed, you didn’t put up resistance, that side of Steve had you painfully hard under your pants. Steve’s hands pushed down your pants clumsily but was able to pull them down enough for your cock to jump free out of its restraints. The hero’s hand wrapped around the thick shaft and gave them some few pumps. 

“So… big. And hard,” he mumbled, his eyes lost on your throbbing cock.

“Steve, are you sure you want to do it?” you asked, trying to keep the little control you had left in you, his hand felt so good around you, how would it feel inside him?

Steve took you by surprise when he leaned down towards you and kissed your lips sloppily, before pulling back panting. “Yes. Please Y/n, take me.” He straddled you without wasting time and your hands went to hold him by the waist, you knew he was impatient. Steve guided your cock towards his entrance and slowly started to push the head of your cock inside, the pressure had him biting his lip, what a delightful sensation.

The cockhead went it, and Steve yelped, fuck he felt so stretched already.

“Slowly darling, take it slowly, take your time.” Your hands caressed the side of his hips, fuck he felt so tight. “You’re doing so good, very good,” you praised him and you knew he liked it from the way his pussy clenched around you.

Steve slowly started to push in more of your length, a mantra chanting in his head.

More, more, more, I want more, just a little more.

“I can’t take it anymore, Y/n…” You raised an eyebrow, in confusion but a strangled moan came out from you as Steve pushed what was left of your cock right inside him in one shot.

“Fuck!” both of you moaned in unison.

Steve’s hands went to your chest to support himself, preventing him from completely collapsing all over you.

“You feel so damn good, Steve, you’re driving me crazy…” you whined, your cock throbbing inside him, provoking some whimpers coming out from Steve’s sweet mouth.

“So good… It feels so good, Y/n. So full.” His hips started rocking on your cock and you grip on his hips tightened.

you grip on his hips tightened.

“Steve, please.” You whined, but Steve was completely lost, his feverish gaze locked on your lustful eyes as his hips increased the pace. The way your cock hit every spot inside him, it had him seeing universes and galaxies.

“I’m gonna ride this cock forevaah.. nghh! ah!” he slurred out. “Not gonna.. hmmmph! Stop… till you make me pregnant!”

You bit your lip tightly, the world around you was spiraling, why did it feel so good? Why fucking Steve made you lose your mind unlike with the other experiences? Your hips moved on their own, meeting his hips.

“Gonna breed you, Steve. Gonna make you carry my- fuuuuck!”

He was bouncing on your cock, hungry for more. You felt how you were getting close so fast, Steve was clenching around you on purpose. Everytime you tried to pull out his cunt sucked you back in, not letting you go.

Steve hid his face on the crook of your neck, kissing the skin with soft kisses. “Give it to me. Give it to me please Y/n, I need it…!”

It didn’t take much more for you to finally come undone at the same time as Steve, the blonde man bit on your shoulder as he came on your cock while you groaned as you felt your load shooting inside Steve’s warm pussy.

Only the short breaths of you two could be now heard in your room, your bed sheets were now soaked, completely ruined by your activities.

You gently pushed Steve on the mattress as you pulled out your cock. He had fallen asleep, no surprises, for his first time this session was pretty intense. When he woke up, you were going to bring him a large glass of water, but for now, you were going to take a nap by his side as well. Super soldiers sure have quite a large libido.

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Writing this while playing the new Tron: Ares theme songs was just a blast.

Anyways, folks y'all can request me characters that aren't in my playlist for this month (October).

[pierce-the-sinners]

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°FTM Loser/gooner sub bot mark grayson! × mean! top dom male reader°

!Warning! Very mild stalking (from mark), degradation, scent kink (?) unprotected sex, creampie, implied mpreg(?), squirting, wedgie, creaming

Author's note;

- 2.4K words

- very rush AND Not beta read we die like my will to live 🙏 (feel free to lmk if theres any mistake)

- English is not my first language so expect some horrendous grammar error lol

- I haven't written in a while, so im incredibly rusty, last fic i did was back in mesapotamian time

Saving people is an everyday thing for Mark, there wasn't anything new. Kaiju monster? Defeat them. Debris falling? Swoop in and save the civilians. None of the civilians ever gave him something to write home about or stayed in the back of his mind long enough to be a problem.

Until he met you.

It wasn't anything special; he just had swept you off your feet when the debris was falling, but your presence alone was enough to make him crazy. As soon as he placed you in safety, when you left the warmth of his hand, he felt empty. His hand almost chased after you when you left his grasp but he had to stop himself from making a scene. You had no idea the essence you had engraved in his mind, Mark could only tell himself to ‘calm down’ when he could smell your cologne in his palm. He had to rush home as soon as possible.

He landed straight in front of his house and hurried upstairs, ignoring Debbie's call asking “whats wrong, Mark?" Mark could only exclaim “I'm fine! I just need to do something!”

As soon as he got to lock the door behind him, he had undressed himself off his suit in immaculate speed, except his gloves. The only one that has your scent and cologne stuck to. Mark laid down comfortably on his bed, he was inexperienced with sex overall. He wasn't that good of a kisser either, masturbation might be his only strong suit. After all, he's able to rub his cunt at any speed he wishes, his fingers are average size. Good enough to make him cum from time to time.

His boxer was already soaked. He was surprised it didn't bleed through his suit. He slips his left hand inside his underwear, too shy to even undress properly, letting out a silent “mmh- mm” when his fingers start rubbing his nub. He had to be mindful of his sounds, he didn't want to be caught again. Mark starts sniffing and basking in the faint scent of you on his right gloves. “Ahh..” he moaned softly when he could feel more juices coming out from between his folds. He let out a whimper when he felt that sharp tingly feeling in his cunt. He rubbed himself faster, started imagining your presence- if you're here in his room, watching him. 

“Such a fucking loser” you said

Mark moaned louder, his thighs squished together.

“You're pathetic.” You spoke, tone laced with venom, at least that's how Mark imagined you'd say it. His middle finger trying to probe himself open when- he creamed all over the sheet.

‘That was embarrassing’ he thought. He at least took 5 minutes before cumming and even so he had to pull out some sort of videos to watch but the thought of you and your scent had made him cum in no time. The idea made Mark squeeze his thigh together again. “.. im such a fucking loser..”

But the acknowledgement didn't stop him one bit.

The thought and the idea that you might one day catch him, with all his perverted doings, it was enough to be his masturbation material.

3 months. He couldn't get you out of his head. He couldn't stop rubbing himself. It was most embarrassing during the lecture, how he had to excuse himself and head to the bathroom at least once to finger himself, imagining you. The glove he had worn that day never left his bagpack, he had to bring it, just basking in the musk of it soaked his boxer. William had questioned him a few times “why do you keep going to the bathroom, dude?” , and Mark couldn't even give an honest answer. How does he say he's jerking off in a public bathroom to a guy he doesn't even know to his best friend? 

Mark had patrolled the city more often than he should, the same place he had saved you that day, over and over again. Just for a slight chance that you might show up. It was much to Cecil's dismay, something about “causing anxiety in civilians”. It was obsessive really, there's even conspiratorial article about how apparently there's something the government is not telling the public after seeing THE invincible flying around nonstop

So patrolling was out of the picture for a while. His glove no longer held your scent, even when he refused to wear and wash them, fearing that it might disappear too soon. Mark tried to find another way, asking William about it, trying his best to describe you to the best of his ability. He even went on random social media, typing what he guessed your name would be and scroll for hours.

Perhaps that day, the stars and planets had aligned just for him.

He spotted you at the college's party. 

 It was his golden opportunity. Seeing you on the dancefloor, he didn't know how fast he had headed for the door, how fast he flew to go back home to grab.. something. Something he's too embarrassed to keep with at his dorm so it remained in his closet - locked. Then he went back to the party, incredibly fast that you seemingly haven't moved an inch from the dance floor 

He made his way through the dancing crowd, people grinding against one another. He couldn't careless, he was after you but his hope shattered when he saw somebody else now grinding against you. Some guy's ass grinding against your crotch and you drunkily thrusting too.

His body moved on itself. He pushed the guy you were grinding on to some other person and try his best to replace, hoping you wouldn't notice the difference or comment on it

“Woah” you mumbled, eyes heavy, but you were conscious enough to feel a big plump ass that's rubbing against your dick, eagerly might you add.  “haven't seen you around before” you said trying to strike a conversation after seeing Mark's pathetic face. “yeah but I have.. seen you around,” Mark said, trying to keep his tone indifferent. He was gonna get you one way or another. “Is that supposed to be romantic?” you retorted, truth be told you didn't want to be mean but you can see how desperately he's grinding on you, ‘this guy really needs to get laid’ is all you could think of. Mark let out an awkward chuckle, he didn't know how else to respond. How can he say that he's been trying to reach you so you can fuck his brains out? The dance felt stiff more or less. You smirk and hold his hip in place, “so.. you've been eyeing me?” You asked. He tried stifling his moan with the back of his palm when he felt the shape of your length. Mark faces you, his hand clenching your shirt. ‘God i must look like so desperate right now’, the thought ran wild in Mark's mind.

“Would you want to fuck me less if I said yes?” 

Mark asked, his eyes narrowing. You chuckled, he's odd but you find yourself appreciating his honesty. “Well I'm gonna need more drinks to even consider,” you insulted him, just to see if he would squirm and maybe give up. Or is he that desperate? You got your answer when you could hear a low whimper from him. Mark bit his lips, his eyes glistening just slightly.

“Please.. I can't stop thinking about you,”

You slip a sock onto the doorknob and kick the door close behind you. Mark eagerly lay on the bed on all four, shaking his hip, “hurry..” he begged. He was waiting for this moment, he had dreamed of this. You traced your hand over him, his figure, his childbearing hip. Then you pull off his pants and reveal the gift he had for you. Something Mark was so shy about that he couldn't bring it to his dorm and had to fly to his house to change.

You licked your lips. 

It was a lacy black panties with little bows that fit him so perfectly. 

"Look at that, did you stole from your mom or something?" You bit your lip as you tucked on his panties, hard. Mark moaned out loud when he felt the fabric stretch between his folds. Juices began gushing out of his eager cunt, who knows a wedgie could feel this good? You flipped him on his back before climbing on top of him, Mark bit his lip, a look of anticipation was all over his face. He tried squeezing his thigh shut suddenly growing shy when he could feel his juices overflowing and running down his thigh but you had placed both your hands to keep them open.

You slipped your hand inside his panties, feeling the wetness in between your fingers. Mark had tilted his head back when he felt the heaven sent that is your hand. “Ahh-! Please..” 

It was enough to make you rock hard when he looked at you with the most puppy eyes you've seen. You lean down, biting on the string of his panties and pulling it down slowly, you bare your teeth clearly so he can see the show you've put on just for him. You earned a whimper from him but then his thigh shut between your face, squeezing your face. It took you by surprise but before you could properly process it, you felt him squirting all over your face. It was tangy- a bit sweet and salty.

“I'm so sorry! I.. im sorry i was too excited and i..” mark stuttered as he hurried to wipe the residue on your face. You held his wrist and made him watch as you lick it off your lips.

You pushed him back before unbelting your pants and finally freeing your member. It was rock hard and begging for mark at that point. Mark gulped down his saliva when he finally saw your member. Sure he has spent countless nights imagining this moment but nothing could prepare him for the real thing. It was an understatement to say he was impressed since he was practically drooling. “I've been really good” he said when he saw you lubing yourself. Hoping that it might please you, instead it makes you want to bully him more.  “Have you?” You questioned with a smirk as you tapped your cock lightly against his thigh. He nods vigorously. Then when you finally probe your tip in between his folds, “mmgh- yes..!” mark cums the second time that night. His legs were slightly shaken as he creamed against your tip. You couldn't help but let out a scoff. Mark covered his face with the back of his palm, he was too embarrassed to say anything. Only letting out soft breathy moans. You were getting impatient yourself, you slowly rock your hip and pushing your cock inside his tight heat. 

“Yes-!~ please please please”

Mark begged as his eyes rolled back, even when your cock barely inside, his toes were already curled. You let out a groan when your dick is fully inside and finally able to bottom out. 

“M’ so full.. “ mark uttered under his breath, “yeah and fucking tight too” you said and give Mark's thigh a squeeze before finally moving. 

“Faster~! Faster, faster! More!” The moan mark left aloud was beyond pornographic. At this point you might not get your fix from watching and reading porn anymore. his nails digging in your back, with his power he could have accidentally torn your shirt to shreds but mark seem to be conscious enough to hold back. When you finally found his g-spot, Mark let out a guttural moan as he came again. His juices flowing down your shaft and lubing it up. Your hips move faster than before as you were close to your own climax “inside~! Please inside, i wanna get fucking pregnant!”, you obeyed and finished inside him with a guttural moan of your own. “Mmh fuck yeah..” 

You didn't know how long you had been thrusting in and out of him, but you feel your cum flowing out of his cunt, you had finished inside of him maybe thrice? Your legs were cramping already so you had to pull out, much to Mark's dismay. He whimpered when your tip finally left his fucked out pussy. “Mm, we can't be done yet..” Mark tugged your hand

“You sure have some crazy stamina,” you mumbled before plopping down next to him on the bed. “My legs are cramping, seriously” you groaned, your hand lightly massaging your leg. Mark didn't want to take that as an answer so in the end he climbed on top of you instead.“hey- you sure?” you asked, you seriously didn't want him to hurt himself in the process. Mark nodded and placed his legs on either side. His fucked out pussy on display and your cum slowly dribbling out of him. “I want to carry your babies..” he said, the face he's making is one of lust. He's obviously too drunk in his own horniness and you didn't seem to care all that much. “You're such a brainless slut” you commented. He grabbed both your hand and places them on his waist

 “only for you.”

When he finally sinks down on your cock, your leftover cum from inside him gushes out like a fountain. Mark didn't care- he was too busy chasing his own pleasure. Lifting himself up and down and bouncing on your dick like a man possessed. “Fuck-! Yes right there!! You better put a baby in me-!”, he moaned. You were groaning, your hips unable to stay still and keep chasing after his pussy all the same. “Please~! Again~ I want it inside~!!” Mark came for nth time, anticipating your cum just made him so wet. When you did cummed in him once again, he was beyond delighted, his toes curling and his eyes rolling back. Finally, he fell to your side. His face was a mess, and his mind completely broke. He couldn't even close his legs properly causing your cum to dribble and pour out of him. 

Your legs are still cramping after all that, but on the other hand.. you got a perfect fit of a cumdump.

[narcissistshandler]

some afab! reo mikage, please 🙏

　⸸ .ᐟ Y O U   S H O U L D   S E E   Y O U R S E L F   R I G H T   N O W

「 pairing 」 male reader x mikage reo 「 content 」 your pretty boyfriend riding you, reverse cowgirl style 「 tags 」 amab!reader, top!reader, afab!reo, established relationship, vaginal sex, reverse cowgirl, clitoris/heat/cunt/pussy among others used to describe Reo's genitalia, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, cumming inside

a/n I hope you like it 👀🔥 (that was funn /not yet edited

"YOU'RE a fucking vision," you say, fingers digging into Reo's soft thighs, just there, feeling the muscles tense and tighten as Reo catches his breath. Your other hand is splayed over his tailbone, above the curve of his ass, the skin heated and sweaty beneath your touch. "Jesus Christ, you don’t even know what you do to me."

Reo whimpers, hands braced on the bed between your legs, leaning forward to give you a perfect view of the heat between his thighs, the purple strands falling in front of his face. You can't see Reo's expression in his current position, his back to you, sitting on your lap, which is a shame, because you love to see his eyes roll back in his skull and his teeth sink into his lips when he cums.

But this was also a spectacle.

The soft folds flushed with blood pooling there, a pale pink peeking through the inner lips, glistening with moisture. You watch hungrily as his entrance tightens, a long, slick string dripping from it and straight onto your cock. He's so damn wet...

Reo reaches behind himself to grab his own ass, his tight little anus, his pussy wet as a river, all spread out before your eyes. "You still with me? I need to hear you." You ask, lining up your cock once more with his entrance.

The tremors of orgasm still coursed through his body, and he was a sensitive little thing, but Reo was insatiable, always eager for whatever you wanted to give him. Never able to get enough of your cock thrusting inside him. "Yes. Yes. Don’t stop," he sighs, his voice warm and sweet as honey. "Give it to me."

You concede. Rubbing the thick head against the heated, wet folds, before pushing against his entrance. Reo does all the rest of the work: descending on you, sweet core enveloping your member to the base, until he is once again fully seated on you. He makes the most beautiful sound when you're all inside him, filling him until there's no space left, straining through his tight walls.

"I can’t stop, don't wanna... You fill me so perfectly— I need— [name], n-need more, not enough, don't stop, don't stop," He's a chatty mess even as he continues to stumble over his words, nails digging into your skin.

"Look at you. So desperate. So gorgeous. All flushed and wet on my lap. That’s it, just like that—fuck, you’re dripping for me. You love this, don’t you? Dirty boy." You encourage, all the words just spilling out of you because how could you not talk nonstop when you had the most beautiful boy ever taking your dick like the cheapest whore?

And Reo, despite how his pussy convulses around you from the sensitivity, squeezing you with every rise and fall, still moves like a pro, as if he had done it a million times. As if he was born for this moment, to ride you until exhaustion.

He rests his hands on your thighs for better control and any remaining control seems to go out the window when he starts moving in earnest. Wet sound echoing off the walls each time his ass meets your groin, dripping wet around your cock, slick sliding down your heavy balls.

His hips always shake when he goes too deep and you get close enough to his cervix to be delicious and just a little uncomfortable. "I'm going to cum," he warns, without even missing a beat, moving up and down hard, with intention, you know he's actually going to come again just from that. "Fuck, [name]—baby—baby— so full—I can feel you so deep—" he stutters, the legs wedged on either side of your hips shaking with the effort.

He doesn't have time to finish before his cunt clenches and spasms hard around you, drenching you entire lower body and the mattress beneath you.

Reo makes a humiliating sound of embarrassment, but he's so erotic that you don't feel disgusted for even a second. You'd get down on your knees and drink straight from the fountain right now if you could, if Reo wasn't using one of his hands for what you didn't need to see to know was rubbing his pulsing clit.

He loses his rhythm now, panting as he uses the last of his strength to ride out his orgasm while continuing to spurt heat in smaller amounts around your cock.

You run your hands up his thighs, slowly moving up the sides until you grab his hips, and then, you grit your teeth as you slam into him. Sinking your thick cock into the velvet grip of his tight, tense pussy. Reo arches his back under your touch as if shocked, babbling a mess of begging and your name as he tortures his poor clit past the point of pain.

(You want to reach around his waist and replace his hand with yours, rub the mound of sensitive nerves with force, spank that pink bud, just to see if it makes him cry. But content for now to continue pulling him back to meet each of your thrusts.)

Sweat pooling at the base of his spine and slowly trickling down his shiny skin, flush rising from his ears, spreading down the side of his face, muscles contracting and relaxing with each thrust; boiling insides accepting well every deep thrust and every jet of sperm you pour into it, filling him up, claiming him as your own, pushing and pushing to make sure not a drop was wasted.

He's fucking delicious.

Pornographic.

None of the humiliation from his body's unexpected reaction stops him from reaching ecstasy on your cock again and again, squirting, trembling, losing any ability to reason. Reduced to just a warm hole for you to use. And too content with this fate to worry.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hi nini! Apologiew if I will sound nonsensical, I am just too nervous lol

So, I would like to ask yn × mydei, in which the reader is a warrior who has come back from some battle, they come back in like a middle of the night, only to find out that Mydei is awake

Mydei would be a cuntboy (idk how else to say it apologies TvT) and then Mydei would be like "i will take good care of you", and the actual sex starts of very gentle but gets a bit rough at the end

I wish you a wonderful day, and please, do not overwork yourself just in case there will be like, a LOT of asks

Bye byeee <33

Dom!gn!reader x sub!cuntboy!mydei

Warning: warrior!reader x crown prince!Mydei (Au), Mydei has a cunt, vaginal penetration (I use dick/cock but can be read as strap), nipple play, clitoral stimulation, cervix play (?), hair pulling (mydei g.), riding, slightly rough, marking (hickeys), biting, scratching (mydei g.), self indulgent, could include porn logic, dacryphilia, cusses, groping, tongue kisses, Mydei’s implied to be a virgin

Word count: 5.9k

Nini!rant: I just realised I’ve only written for a male character with a cunt like twice or smth— such a shame

Anniversary event 2025

It was in the dead of the night, the moon hanging high in the sky. It’s light falling onto the earth like a soothing blanket, its voice a lullaby, lulling any troubled souls into a peaceful sleep. Yet in the quiet castle, where only a single candle continued to burn, there was someone refusing the moon’s cradles, pacing around his room in unease. The person in question was none other than the crown prince of castrum kremnos, mydeimos— also known as the fiercest warrior in his homeland.

As the only royal heir, he had to shoulder many responsibilities. Leading his country, being their general, caring for its people… it’s understandable that he’d waver under the pressure from time to time. Though in truth, none of that was the real reason for his sleepless nights. It was the on-going war that was dragging on longer than expected which troubled him— no, that didn’t quite fit the boiling mix of dread neither. He was worried about one of— if not —his greatest solder, his personal guard, and his vice general, who was still fighting on the frontlines to complete the orders given them. To bring victory to their god.

Was this truly the right thing? Dying honourably, this endless bloodshed, this strife they call divine and worship with blind faith. If anything, he only wishes for the war to end soon, and for you to return to him safely. Due to the circumstances, he had to send you out on this dangerous mission without him despite his heavy heart. That was the ugly truth on why he was still awake at this hour, because he is worried, and because he feels guilty. Time truly is a cruel thing. Slipping through one’s fingers when it’s peaceful and passing torturously slow when in times of uncertainty.

Nevertheless, one of his duties includes taking care of himself, since he’d cause needless concerns from his retainers otherwise. They were particularly sensitive when it came to him, since he was an only child, so if his health were to deteriorate…. Yea no, he didn’t even want to think of all the nagging he’ll have to endure. He will also be less efficient tomorrow if he were to stay up all night, which will affect his work. Right, going crazy like this won’t help the war end any sooner, he should instead find other solutions.

With that being said, the blond haired men blowed the candle out, and laid down onto his soft mattress. If he wanted long enough, surely his mind will rest by it’s own accord. That’s when soft footsteps echoed outside his room, it’s sound weirdly familiar to his ears. It was followed by muffled whispers and clothes rattling, before it went completely still again. Was it just a passing servants? At this hour? Then footsteps, again, but this time different ones that faded into the background.

Did the guards standing outside his door change shifts? But it wasn’t time for their rotation yet. Mydei gulped quietly, his sharp eyes pinned to the door. In case this wasn’t a regular ‘guard change’… there weren’t many who could dismiss the guards of the crown prince, so he just needed to narrow the list down to that. Or perhaps the guard was working with an outsider and— A loud creak snapped him out of his train of thoughts, and he was bracing himself for whoever was behind the door. He didn’t worry too much about fighting the person off, since he had trust in his abilities.

In the end, he decided to pretend he was still in deep slumber, so that he could tackle whoever was bothering him at the right moment. So he pulled the blanket over himself, closing his eyes and listening carefully to the sounds they made. Judging by how light their steps were, this person was quite skilled in avoiding noise. Alright, this is close enough now, time to make his move—

“Ah… your highness?” Your eyes widened once you noticed he wasn’t sleeping. You didn’t even pull away when he grabbed your wrist, instead an apology came tumbling out instinctively, “my apologies, prince mydeimos, I wasn’t aware you were still awake.” In that moment, Mydei was glad the room was dark, because the expression he made must have looked undeniably stupid. “You…! Wait, what’s the situation at the battlefield…!?” He changed from grabbing your wrist to clinging to your upper arms with both hands, shaking you slightly. His grip turned almost painful as he demanded answers with a hardened tone, “are you hurt? When did you come back? Why haven’t you told me anything!”

You winced a little at the sting, there will definitely be indents of his nails visible later on. Yet your voice was gentle as you calmed him down patiently, reassuring him, “your highness, everything’s fine. The opposing force has agreed to attend peace negotiations and I’ve come to deliver the news.” With a tenderness he haven’t felt in so long, you kneeled down and took his hands in yours, pressing your forehead against the back of his palms, “I’m not hurt or anything, you really don’t need to worry over me, my prince.”

He sighed a breath of relief, his brows easing from the previously furrowed state, but not entirely. A slight frown remained, and he scoffed, “…why are you addressing me like that, you know we are way past such honourifics.” You glanced up at him, tilting your head back as you smiled, “yes, mydeimos. I’m sorry I couldn’t send word in advance, I was just so eager to get back to you with the good news as soon as possible.” Hearing that made the prince smile gently, and he stood up from his bed to relight the candles again, pulling your hands off him in the process.

Seeing that, you immediately followed his steps and said, “ah— no need for that, I’ll leave now, sorry for disturbing your sleep.” Though he didn’t pay your words any mind. And soon enough, a small flame ignited from behind him once more, its warm light caressing the outlines of his body, flickering and projecting shadows onto his features. “You’ve done well, y/n. You worked hard. I’ll hold a banquet in your honour and reward you accordingly.” Such a hard working man, isn’t he? Already putting more workload upon himself when there was no need for that.

Though a celebration would surely excite the solders, which is why you didn’t decline and replied, “I’m truly blessed to serve such a wonderful master.” Alright… now the candle has been lit, with you two still alone in his bedroom and the moon at the peak. This meant he wasn’t planning on sleeping anytime soon. You felt a little guilty, since you didn’t want to be the reason he has dark circles the next day, but you couldn’t deny that you missed him dearly as well. To see his face and hear his voice once again after such a long time really put your heart at ease.

“No, I’m the one who’s grateful. You had to risk your life at the frontlines because I was held back in the palace.” Mydei sounded bitter when he spit out those words, his eyes darting to the ground. “Your highness…” you mumbled, noticing how his fingers twitched in your grasp, he really was a kind and just soul. Then he followed his statement up with, “In return, you deserve to rest, and I shall take care of you personally.”

…What.

P-personally…..?

“Mydeimos—!!” “just Mydei is fine.” You tried to argue, yet he immediately interrupted you. His earlier words were such a shock you frankly didn’t care about propriety anymore, so you said, “Mydei, what do you mean take care…? I’m not hurt, I don’t need anyone to attend to me. Above all not by my superior, you can’t do that.” A light chuckle escaped your dry throat, this was your poor attempt to laugh it off as a bad joke. Until his expression remained unchanged and steady, much like his voice as he spoke, “I meant it. I’ll take care of you. So just lay back and let me handle it, it’s an order.”

Suddenly, he pushed you down onto his double bed, catching you off guard. Titans, everything’s moving so fast now. You barely had any time to react before he straddled your lap and stripped the last few layers of his pyjamas. “W-wait… your hi- I mean, Mydei… you, what are you doing..!” You squeezed your eyes shut as soon as he took his shirt off, unsure of what to do in this kind of situation. This was way too unexpected, you needed a moment to process what just happened…!

He was unbothered by your comments and continued what he was doing until he was fully undressed, the sounds of clothes rustling echoing in your ears. That alone send goosebumps down your spine, since you blocked your eyesight and as result had heightened your other senses. In addition, he also leaned closer to you and whispered into your ear, “your crown prince’s presenting himself to you, yet you won’t even take a look?”

His breath was hot and slightly shaky, tickling your skin. You could practically feel the uncertainty and hesitation in every step, this was surely new to him as well. If you keep this up, he might get frustrated with you, you didn’t want any bad blood between you two. But then… well… one look wouldnt hurt anyway, right…? You won’t even look down, only past his frame and straight at that dull wall! That is why you opened your eyes by a fraction, hoping to not overstep while appeasing him.

At least, that was the plan, which immediately backfired the moment you saw his firm and toned chest. Without want to, as if you were hypnotised, your eyes wandered downwards and rested on the spot between his legs. Your pupils shrunk, mouth parted as if you were about to comment before a hand was thrown over your face. It covered your lips mostly, and did little to obstacle your view, so you were able to look between his fingertips and see his shy expression.

Cheeks flushed and gaze averted, shoulders hunched over by just a fraction while his red marks flared up. It glowed crimson, it’s light soft as it reflected in his clear, golden eyes before it calmed down and went back to normal. Ah, seems like he was quite flustered, this was your clue to not ask nor poke why he owned a female reproductive organ. Though now that you’ve calmed down and are looking at that blonde prince— at his body, in such proximity, you couldn’t deny he was build really nicely. Not just his muscles that are used to being viewed due to his daring clothing style, but also his curves and the rest of the beautiful sculpture carved by the gods themselves.

“Mydei… are you sure about this?” You muttered, your voice muffled greatly by his palms. He nodded slowly as he retracted his hand, so you took a few deep breaths and mumbled, “then, promise you won’t force yourself to do anything.” This was an easy request to fulfil, so he agreed again. It’s been like this for as long as he remembered. You giving in to his most ridiculous requests in exchange for him to take care of himself some more— basically a win-win situation for him.

This time though… it seems you wanted this to happen as well, he could sense it by the way you eyed him up and down. He furrowed his brows at the tingly feeling of your gaze raking over his body, taking in every tiniest detail. Was that truly that interesting? You sure were taking your time admiring every inch, as if you were visiting a gallery. On top of that, you placed your hands atop his thighs, causing those exact places to heat up like crazy, with adrenaline pulsing through in a way he normally only knew in battles.

Now that both of you came to an understanding… it doesn’t take a genius to guess what happened next. You followed his example and stripped bare not long after, ready to serve your hardworking and handsome ‘master’ to the best of your abilities. Still laying on the bed, propping yourself up by your elbows, while he’s hovering over you. His fingers plunged into his own hole, preparing himself for your cock. The way he stretched himself out, scissoring his fingers… his slick dripping down his firm inner thighs and landing on top of your dick was quite the sight of behold.

Never would you have dared to imagined the crown prince of this nation doing something so intimate, not even in your wildest dreams. Yet here you are, watching that same person finger himself open to accommodate you inside him. You couldn’t tear your eyes from him. It was almost shameful how glued to him— to his every little movements —you were. Heck, you felt perverted. But what were you supposed to do when he was quivering on top of you, holding back his groans to the point they sound like muffled whimpers, while his shiny golden eyes slowly became clouded by lust?

You were itching to touch him as well, to feel his soft skin under your fingertips and to hear him moan out in pleasure at your hands. Would that be too much to ask for? Stepping out of line to that degree? His heavy pants was what brought you back to reality, especially as soon as he sat back down, settling his weight on your thighs. Mydei’s knees bracketed your hips, your dick now rested right in front of his heat. This was.. quite erotic now, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure where to look at— in all honesty, your differences in status still made you a little uncomfortable.

This was the moment where he grabbed your wrists out of nowhere and pressed your palms firmly against his soft pecs, a slight frown on his beautiful face. “I’m taking care of you, so you should do whatever you want. Don’t hold back.” That’s what he said, it’s not easy to get over old habits in the blink of an eye, you’ll have to get used to this first. Even so his chest was amazing… so tender to the touch and so… erm… voluptuous.

You decided to give them a squeeze, giving in to your intrusive desires. The prince didn’t seem to mind you fondling them, so you tried to not overthink as your mind finally began focusing itself on him only. On his flesh, his expressions, and every single shiver that courses down his spine. His expression was unreadable, yet his crimson marks glowed faintly, exposing the embarrassment he tried to hide. Then, a sudden sharp groan reached your ears, and both of you froze.

He couldn’t believe he was capable of making such a humiliating noise just from having his flesh kneaded with, and he quickly turned his head to the side to avoid eye contact. Don’t mind him, he simply needed a moment before meeting your face again. You on the other hand was speechless, surprised, amazed, and most importantly aroused at how cute that reaction was. Is this truly your powerful, stern and thoughtful future emperor? Currently trembling and leaking while perched up on your lap…?

Seeing your dumb expression was the last straw for the male. Like a poor attempt to distract you from that shameful accident, he immediately grabbed your cock and lined it up to his entrance, speeding up the process with singleminded determination. You watched him carefully, fingers finding his nipples while he sunk down onto your length, taking you inch by inch. First the head, then the shaft… slowly easing it into his willing body.

Your eyes were glued to the display below— just like a pervert — but who could blame you? The sight was simply too erotic, you couldn’t help it! On the other hand, Mydei was quite shaken due to the added friction of your hands toying with his surprisingly sensitive nipples. It was enough to make his breath hitch audibly, his grip slipping on your thighs as gravity slammed him down in one thrust. His folds parting around the intrusion, his insides forced to make way for the sudden deep penetration.

“Ah- d-damn it… hNghhh..! Ah-ahh…♡” His eyes were ripped wide open in ecstasy, the sensation akin to a lighting strike coursing through his body, causing a temporary limp to his muscles. It was like he forgot how to use his body, a sharp groan escaping despite his clenched teeth, “nghhh… w-wait… one second.” Beads of sweat have formed on his forehead and he closed his eyes again, his nerves were all focusing on that burning heat in his lower abdomen, the pressure that was resting in his tight cavity.

He didn’t want to make it too obvious that he was inexperienced, even more so since he was the one who roped his dearest general into this. Despite the initial pain, it also felt quite good. To have something other than his own fingers rubbing against the wet flesh inside… ah, he enjoyed it, he really did. So it wasn’t a surprise when he began grinding down some more, rolling his hips slightly to get used to the feeling.

Those bright red marks of his flared up again, and the next thing he felt was your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face. You leaned closer to him with a worried look and whispered, “hey, take it slow, alright? You are clamping down so much, relax first, we have all night.” His own palms instinctively reached up to grab your forearms, and he nodded with a faint blush. To think he’s touching you so intimately, your bodies twisting like a sin. A temptation he has already fallen prey to. Can you hear the pounding of his heart? Hopefully not, otherwise he might end up giving you all his firsts.

After you were certain he calmed down from all those impulse-driven actions, you let your arms fall downwards, all the way to his hips. Once there, you held him gently, as if concerned this basically immortal man might break if you were too rough. Such an irony, he thought, you were way too soft with him. Yet he didn’t detest the soft caresses, the almost reverent way you’d touch him. It felt comforting, soothing his deepest uncertainties and turning the lingering discomfort into a growing heat nestled in his lower abdomen.

“I… I’m fine now, no need to cradle me.” Mydei said, his expression back to the usual. One wouldnt even be able to tell he used to be aggravated just now. You smiled back at him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, your breath ghosting over his collarbones, “I’m your subject, mydeimos. Of course you’d be my top priority.” He didn’t really like the sound of that. It felt like you were just obeying his whims when he wanted more than servitude. His tone came out more aggressive than he wanted as he snarled, “shut up and hold me tighter.”

As if to get his point across, he lifted his weight until only the tip remained inside his cunt, before sinking down and taking all of it back inside him. His squishy walls rippled and clenched around the shape that was currently forcing him to stretch and adapt. He couldn’t bite back the sounds anymore and could only watch as they stumbled out of him involuntarily, filling the room with lewd moans alongside the squelching noises. These were due to how much slick was leaking out of him, pooling at the base, sticking to his flesh like shame.

“Nghh… ah, haaah~” a low rumble erupted from his throat, his movements wavering once he noticed your admiring glances. Changing from the thrusts to circling motions, rolling his hips back and forth. This was his fault, he should have settled for a position where he wouldn’t have to meet your eyes. Now he couldn’t help but get flustered unless he closed his eyes. Though by now, you’ve also come to understand he felt uncomfortable with your gazes, which is why you decided to shift your attention onto pleasuring him instead.

Resuming where you left off, you held him at around his sternum and pressed your thumbs against his hardened buds. A sharp hiss slipped from his lips, which encouraged you to be bolder. You tried all kinds of things in hopes of finding out what kind of stimulation he enjoyed the most. Circling around the sensitive nerve bundles, scratching them directly with your nails, or even twisting and tugging slightly. The more you did it, the better you understood his body. The conclusion? Your crown prince was truly a sensitive man, reacting so strongly to even the lightest touches~

“Ahngg, hmmM..! S-stop that…? Why are you… so obsessed with a man’s chest— hNngh..! ♥︎” He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers this time as he yanked your palm off of him. When you looked up, you were met with the sight of him hiding his face behind his other free hand, his hips grinding down to take you even deeper. It was quite difficult to do without using his hands, but he managed.

That’s when a sudden mean streak hit you, and you really wanted to see him be more flustered, more messy. To tease him until he gushed and shuddered on top of you, to see his normally watertight composure falter… it’d be so adorable that shouldn’t be something a loyal servant wishes for, right?

Whatever, self-control be damned. You latched your lips around the nipple you didn’t have access to anymore, wanting to see what happens. The still unrestrained hand continued its playful touches, rubbing the nub in tight and firm circles, your tongue licking at the other one. The prince threw his head back with a deep arch of his spine, the sensation too much to bear. A full-body shudder traveling through every blood-vessel he had. His tongue lolled out without permission and his voice followed in a lewd way, “ahhh-mNhnmmGh..!! ♡ s-stop— no, n-no, don’t…?! H-HKS…!♡♥︎”

By this point, his entire face was beet red, his blush reaching all the way to his chest. You didn’t expect him to react this strongly, but titans it was better than what you imagined. “Mydei, I want to take care of you too, can’t i? Won’t you allow me to? Should I really stop?” How shameless, to ask and plead him like that when his nipple was still in your mouth…! The vibrations of your voice were devastatingly pleasant as they rumbled through him, and he couldn’t stop his body from twitching in delight.

God he really wanted to shut your mouth sometimes, no matter how much he adored hearing your voice.

Ah, right, there was something he could do to make you quiet. He was too hesitant to do it earlier, but now he couldn’t care less about any formalities his mind could conjure up with. So he grabbed you by your hair and yanked your face toward his own, smashing your lips together. The kiss was fierce and chaste at the same time, rendering you dumbstruck. It ended just as abruptly as it began, but as soon as you opened your lips to speak again, he kissed you once more, his brows squeezed together as he held his breath.

At first you were a little disoriented, at a loss on what to do. Though now that he’s kissing you for the second time, you decided to go with the flow. You wanted this and he wanted it too, so why should you hold back any longer just because of your differences in status? This was personal, something between no one but you and Mydei— not the general nor the prince of castrum kremnos

It didn’t take long until just kissing alone wasn’t enough anymore and your tongues joined in, sliding against each other, going entirely by instincts rather than technique. His hips didn’t stop moving, still humping your dick, clit all red and swollen while he was getting devoured by you. But now, that also wasn’t enough anymore, so he began bouncing on your lap. Rising and descending in quick intervals, riding you with increasing fever. He yanked your head back to break the kiss because he was choking, panting as he felt oxygen fill his lungs once more.

Mydei bend back slightly, bracing his hands and arms on your legs as he stared down at you, his attitude still screaming royalty. Your upper body followed him, trying to close the distance and thus leaned forward. Your hands gripping his waist, hips, or even his toned ass. Anything, while your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, kissing his throat and savouring his gasps. “Nhmm… not just there… you- urghh… you know what to do.” The male huffed, self-consciousness battled with need, and he still wasn’t sure if he felt liberated or ashamed.

In return, you sucked a hickey into his flesh, adding more red marks as if his tattoos weren’t enough. At the same time, your hands wandered to his upper and lower body respectively, one messing with his nipples again while the other was taunting with his neglected clit. The moment you began flicking and touching it properly, he felt a biting sensation run through him and his hips faltered. He stopped moving temporarily, using his fingers to spread his folds some more, before running them all the way up to his belly button, scoffing, “finally you are doing something.”

You couldn’t argue with that, so you answered ambiguously, “I can do even more from now on if you want.” A flicker of curiosity flashed his expression, and he clicked his tongue as another shiver pooled low in his belly. His hands went up to your shoulders and he flashed you his teeth as he grinned, “don’t get cocky now, I’m still the one taking care of you.” Then, he began using a punishing pace, thrusting your dick in and out of him at a much faster pace than before.

Deep and rough pounds that went from the glans to the shaft, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin scorching any decency you two might have still had to ash. The filthy sounds echoing in this room was drowning out everything else, leaving you two in your own debauched bubble.

“Ah- haaah.. hngh-mmHmm… f-faster, harder..!! Ah, ahng, ahmM!! ♡♥︎♥︎” His moans got louder as well, and he could feel you hitting exactly the places he loved the most. The tip kept slamming against his cervix, sending electricity zapping straight to his brain. He’s been feeling this pressure building inside him for a while now, and he really wanted it to spill over and crash through him.

This explained why his bounces became increasingly enthusiastic yet also sluggish, his legs straining as he tried to find the spot that would make his vision white out. And once he found it, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his fingers quivering as a wave of fresh slick gushed out from around your cock, covering everything in his messy essence. “NGhhHh… f-fuck, ah UghN-mHhn… oOhh, don’t stop, right t-there, ah— hmMghn~~♥︎♡♥︎” He almost came just now— he was so close…!

But it was just short of being enough.., his body gave out the moment he was about to reach his high. The frustration was enough to make him shed tears of fury, and so he tried to force his limbs to work, yet they didn’t listen to him. It would appear he was at the end of his stamina, which means time for you to take over and pleasure him until you get to hear the moans you wanted~ ♡

“How about I take care of the rest? You’ve done enough, Mydei.” You suggested, waiting for his answer. His skin was drenched in a thin layer of sweat, and the brightly hued flush down his neck just darkened in a shade. He wasn’t used to being taken care of, he’s always been independent. Even when traveling to the frontlines, he never made the valets attend to him and insisted on taking care of things by himself. But now… considering the circumstances… he gulped and agreed to your preposition.

This was a chance you couldn’t miss out on. Your handsome and beautiful prince, now underneath you, laying on his back with his spread legs wrapped around your waist and his arms gripping the sheets tightly. Knowing him, he preferred being on the giving end, yet now you managed to have him be the recipient… you wanted to make the best out of it. Should you go gentle? No, you two were past that now, weren’t you? In fact, his previous pace was quite nice, so maybe you should recreate that and simply… go even harder~?

Needless to say, you held him with a deathly grip as you fucked into his wet and greedy cunt, making him take all that you had to give. His ass has become all red from the slapping of skin, the squelching sounds multiplied, and his insides fluttered around your size as he clamped down and howled, “aHHhnNgg- you, nghHhmm, f-fuck fuck aaAh—♥︎♡ HKS..!!!” He clawed at your shoulder blades as those sweet moans spilled out of him like a waterfall. “T-there, just,,, there ♡ keep hitting there.. mhmM, yes, ahnNh~ y-yes… don’t stop, don’t you d-dare stop…♥︎♡♡”

His nails raked down your back, leaving behind red lines where blood surfaced. You barely even noticed those wound, since they were way too insignificant on a body used to wars and battles, especially when you had somehting much more important to focus on. Your hips were basically moving on their own now, rutting into his tight hole while more and more fluids dripped out of him. This wasn’t enough, you wanted more moans, dirtier ones. You wanted to hear him scream your name as his gorgeous body gets defiled by your hand.

“Mydei… you’ll forgive me for being selfish, won’t you? Haah… sorry, I don’t think I can hold back.” Before he could process your warning, your fingers already found his clit and nipples, your lips moving back down to where they were before. Imprinting more of your claim— your marks —onto him. Uncaring of where you place them and if he’ll be able to hide them behind his clothes the next morning. Let the servants stare and murmur, let them whisper and ponder who fucked their prince at the next meeting. It’d be so exhilarating, wouldn’t it?

His back arched into another bow, one hand still digging into your skin while the other began clutching the headboard, the sheets, anything that could anchor him admits this onslaught of pleasure enough to wreck his senses into mush. On top of that, his moans and curses were firing out at a rapid rhythm, his eyes rolling back as sweat and tears mixed on his cheeks. “AhHhhnnGHh~!! Oh you… you bastard, cruel… ahhh… using my weak spots,, hnghH?! m-more, more… don’t s-stop NhhmMm~♥︎♡”

Who would have thought he’d be such a slave to this ecstasy potent enough to limp his senses. His legs wrapped around you with such a powerful coil that anyone else wouldn’t have been able to move. Since you were a warrior, you had less troubles with it. The sound of all those noises coming from him, whether they were moans or lewd background sounds, were all like the finest piece of music to your ears. It automatically made you want to cross the line over and over, to use up every last shred of strength you had to bring him to the highest form of pleasure known to mankind.

And finally, with an animalistic wail that resembled a battle cry, Mydei came all over your cock. A clear, thin thread of fluid squirted out of his urethra in rivulets, spraying everywhere. Onto his own belly, firm inner thighs, or the bed below. Painting the entire room in this debauched play you two had indulged in, the smell of sex and pure lust thick enough to be cut with a blade. “HNGGhHhnMnn~~…?!? ♡♥︎♡ AahHGhh~!!!” His walls twitched around you, fluttering, holding onto the stretch even as you pulled out.

Even after you removed it from his cunt entirely, his entrance still gaped and squeezed around nothing. His marked lit up once, twice, before going quiet, mirroring how he was recovering from his high. His eyes were still glazed over and cloudy, tongue lolling out while saliva dropped down his jaw.

Both of you were out of breath and panting like you just ran a marathon, the exhaustion and fatigue becoming more apparent now that the adrenaline was wearing off. His body dropped back into the soft plush mattress, his face turned to the side to sink into some high-quality pillows. You sat up straight and glanced down at the mess between your two bodies and groaned. This was quite the… sight, to say it lightly. With his body worn out and his cunt sloppy, still so stretched that his hole couldn’t close properly.

Dried, crystallised tear-tracks could be found on his cheeks. You didn’t even notice he cried, or perhaps those weren’t tears? Even then, it’d be single droplets that got squeezed out from the intensity of everything. His hair was plastered onto his forehead, sticking to his sticky body annoyingly so. Small trembles still plagued his frame, yet he was slowly coming down from it, adapting to that mind-numbing climax he just experienced.

His gullet felt dry from all the screaming, and so he cleared his throat with a few coughs. The moment you heard them, you instantly jumped from the bed and looked for some water. Or, at least you would have liked to, if it wasn’t for Mydei who held you back, pulling you atop him.

“Stay, and what I mean with that is— keugh…! Ehem, hmm… The entire night, so dont go anywhere.” His tone was stern and raspy, and his face showing the exact opposite emotions. The slight pout, the way his eyes begged you without meaning to… how was it possible for someone be this adorable? “I’ll stay, but, mydeimos, we need to wash up and change the—” a yawn slipped past, interrupting your own sentence. Today had been a long day, you had to ride on a horse for many hours consecutively, leaving your troops behind, just to bring the good news to your prince.

His eyes rolled as the familiar frown returned, and he snapped at you with a low growl, “we can take care of that later so stop talking.” He’s been telling you to shut up a lot today, huh? How heartless, considering you haven’t conversed in so long! With a lighthearted smile, you teased him, “only with another kiss~” to which he scoffed, “You insolent— I should just send you back to the battlefield.” “You jest, I thought you missed me!”

With that, your playful banter continued on until the moon’s embrace finally pulled both of you into a peaceful slumber. The first one since your separation.

[gojosalpha]

LUUK HERSSEN

WARNINGS:SEXUAL CONTENT, JEALOUSY, DRUG USE KINDA

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“Firstly I’ve told you not to get in situations where you’re in danger.”

Luuk’s eyes shift as he turns his head away from you to make a point.

“I brought results didn’t I..? That should be enough.”

Seeing his stubbornness continue you simply sigh with a cross of your arms. A smile tugging at your lips before you step closer.

“Secondly…don’t make me worry, do you think that because I’m the only one to worry for you my feelings are invalid..?” He hesitates to speak at your words, Your light hearted tone making his eyes soften. Like an invisible chain on a dog..your words when soften tugged on his leash. Just to remind him of who he was owned by. “I remember telling you not to get involved directly…results are useless if you’re not back with them.” Luuk felt his heart throb..eyes staring over the sunset which slightly blinded him.

Had you forced yourself to get closer and stare longer at him. You would’ve noticed the pink tint on his cheeks.

If only you knew how long he had longed for you. Despite your worries affecting you. He couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest knowing you cared for him. From the moment he met you, he’d never would’ve guess that you’d become this dear to him. Not at all. The very moment when he first met you, you were mean, cruel, serious and selfish. How could he fall in love with someone like that? Someone who puts their needs above all else. Even if it includes hurting others involved to do so. But of course eventually he understood, that it was not you who was born that way. The world simply made you to be. Along the way you had managed to gain his respect. Seeing how you were still kind to those who had the fortune of being able to stay around you.

When things had gotten difficult for him, you were always behind him. A patting hand…a way to comfort his hurting heart. It’s not like you were much good with words. Because when you tried, it seemed that you ended up embarrassing yourself. Enough so that for a moment he’d laugh horrendously about it. “Oh cmon…I’m trying to make you feel better here.” His laugh grew louder..clutching at his stomach. Cheeks turning red flush from not being able to catch his breath.

“That was horrible!”

More than respect..you were considered a friend to him now. Someone who he could lean on slightly, to let his troubles slip from mind for a moment while he spent time with you. He found himself noticing you a lot more and as that went on. Luuk understood that just because you were someone dear to him, didn’t mean the same applied to you. The way you teased him with a sly smile, your generous gestures, your silly way of making him feel better weren’t just for him. Those actions belonged to everyone who was lucky enough to be called your friend. That day of realization felt like a stab in the heart for him. So rather than respecting you or considering you a friend, the conclusion in his mind came to be.

He was in love with you.

“Be honest with me. That face you have on right now..it’s one of a man in love.” You were a perceptive idiot. Of course he was in love..yet you were the only one to not see that it was you who he loved. Shrugging you off with a quick wave of his hand Luuk sighed. “What are you talking about? Has all that stress of searching for your book made you see things?” A low whine is quick to escape you leaning against his shoulder, Your head resting on it. The sun glitters across your golden hues wonderfully. Enough for him to forget about the giant sun in front of him and focus on your eyes only. You had this poor fool wrapped around your finger while being completely unaware of it.

“Maybe it is..which is why I want you to stay at the academy..whoever they are, settle down with them. Enjoy life…be happy.” Luuk’s heart sank in, eyes squinting in not being able to hide his pained expression. “Be happy, I won’t be here all the time to make sure you are.” Your choice of words make panic run through him. Turning in disbelief at what you’re saying..and so easily as well.

“Don’t be ridiculous..what are you even saying.” Say you’re only teasing. Please tell him this is all a big joke..why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye even though you’re not. Don’t laugh it off like the idiot you are..explain to him. Lean on him…just as he leans on you.

“Haha..I guess you’re right. But I’m only saying because life isn’t promised forever you know?” You’re lying and he can tell. Don’t you know this fool knows you like the palm of his hand. You don’t miss the tight grip of his hand against yours. Eyes that look like they’re on the verge of spilling tears. It makes your own go wide..your breath hitching in worry. “L-Luuk.? I’m sorry I didn’t t-.”

“I want to be happy with you.” Luuk whispers..almost pathetically..begging someone who’s sole purpose in life is find some stupid item. Who’s life revolves around this item. Who’s way of truly being satisfied in life is to find this item.

“Can’t I be happy with you..? Can’t I settle and enjoy the rest of my life with you..?”

He doesn’t know why he asked. He already knows the answer is no. When hearing no response his grip on your hand tightens even more. Lifting his head up enough before tilting it slightly to press his lips against your own. He wants to sob when you don’t push him back. Arms clinging around your neck and tugging you much closer towards him.

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From that moment on..he stopped hearing from you. You stopped checking in on him. You stopped caring. If only you could imagine his reaction in finding you again. Wanting to angrily stomp over towards you and demand reason. But when you approach, you didn’t seem to recognize him..were you pretending.? All these years and this is the first thing you did? It made him seethe inside.

“Oh? I didn’t take you for the type to be interested in these?” Luuk chuckles..picking out a book from the top shelves you’re so desperately looking at. Of course he’s lying…he kept these books for your return. They were your prized collection. How could he ever throw them out. But with him leaning down and getting incredibly close, you tensed up. Your cheeks flushing slightly before you laughed the awkwardness off. He paused after that..whatever had been running through his head immediately out the window.

“What’s with you so close huh..? Trying to kiss me?”

His eyes glanced down at you in memory. Where was the confidence..not easily embarrassed you. The one who’d simply get closer to make others aware of you. It was something small but he had caught it almost immediately. Had you lost your memory..? Had something happened to you..is that why you left him all those years ago.? Luuk felt a harsh throb in his heart. You hadn’t abandon him?

“You’d enjoy this one much more than that one. It’s better to understand from here.” He offered a small smile..gloved hand reaching out for you take the book from his hand. While you reached to take it, his grip caught your wrist.

“Just..a question.? May I know your name?”

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“In here this late again? Maybe I should start locking up so you don’t stay up this late.” Luuk’s voice rings you out of your busy mind. A light chuckle leaves his lips while he gently hits you on your head with his clipboard. Even with forgotten memories there’s still traces of the old you in your present self. He remembers the times he’d often had to physically drag you out of this library. “Rest is an important part in being able to retain information. Surely you don’t want to read without understanding..” with an awkward laugh you nod. Bookmarking the book you had before closing it. “I hadn’t realized it was this late. I didn’t mean to be a bother in your library Dr.Herssen.” His sharp eyes flick away so you don’t catch the annoyance he felt at you calling him that.

“Nonsense. It doesn’t bother me at all. But you know..I told you to drop the formalities..isn’t calling me Luuk much easier..?” When directing his gaze back at you once more, he couldn’t contain the glee in them when you tensed up. His heart swelling at your cuteness..the person who’d once have him tensing in embarrassment and jolting being reduced to this. It only made him step closer towards you. The soft tapping of his footsteps seeming to echo loudly in the library. “Am I really not someone you can feel comfortable around.? It’s quite a shame really.” Letting out an awkward laugh you shook your head.

“Of course not! I just have a bit of trouble adapting L-luuk..I don’t wanna make it seem as if I’m disrespectful for already being so informal!” How sweet..just the sweetest ever. With your back against the wall and his hand trapping you from escaping by hovering over your shoulder, how could one not feel awkward.

Your eyes are quick to fall. Finding the ground to be much more interesting. Luuk raised a brow, hand leaning down to slowly tuck a messy strand of hair sticking out, behind your ear. “You know..you looked a lot more comfortable with the president rather than with me…are you two perhaps much closer?” His tongue rolled against the inside of his cheek in anger. Crimson eyes digging into your form in hunger, desire, want..anything to describe how badly it felt to want to be ravished by you once more. “The p-president?! Huh? I mean…I just..well I met her first..but that does-.” He stopped listening when you started explaining. The jealousy burning him from the inside.

His hand soon hooks onto your face with a squeeze. He only just got you back. He’s not about to let you fall in love with another. Letting you go once was a mistake, a mistake he won’t repeat. “You always seem to go to her when something worries you. If you come to me I’ll have no trouble in helping you solve whatever needs be.” Is the expression of this ugly jealousy the same he had back then..? Pathetic, tense, desperate to keep you at hand. What did you think of him then..? What did you think of him now? “Doct-"

“Luuk..” he corrects. Making your mouth close immediately as he interrupts. “Call me Luuk..just Luuk.” His pupils sharpen at the look of worry on your face. You..a powerful being filled of incredible knowledge…scared of him. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. Once he hears you whisper his name so lovingly he’s satisfied. Stepping back, his signature smile on as always before he pulls a piece of candy from his coat. “Good job!”

He doesn’t wait for you to take slowly unwrapping the piece before placing it between your lips. Leaning down enough for his tongue to push the candy inside your own mouth. “You can lean on me. Only on me okay..?” You felt as if you had skipped a few things. What exactly led to this very moment?

To Luuk now being pushed against a couch. The library door now locked? Underneath you he squirmed, hands wrapped around your neck while both your tongues played around with the candy. Passing it back forth, your tongues brushing against each other. He gasped into your mouth as you devoured him, his body arching up against yours in a desperate attempt to get even closer. His hands clutched at your shoulders, fingers digging in slightly when he lost himself in the kiss. Tongue wrapping with yours happily. With every swipe of your tongue he shivered in delight. Once the candy had been sucked by the two of you into a small size, he couldn’t help his teeth latching onto your bottom lip.

Tugging at it before breaking the kiss with a final pop. You weren’t sure why you felt your body burning. Had a simple kiss already made you such a heated mess? Your mind had no room for that now, not when you had this delicious body arching for you in need. Your hot lips nibbling and pecking roughly on his pale neck. Rough grunts leaving your throat when feeling his hands start tugging at your belt. “L-Luuk..just- hold on..something-“ your breath hitched…melting when his clothed cunt grinds on you so wonderfully. What were you about to say? You’re not sure.

Your tongue sticks out with a heavy groan..licking your way down to his already exposed chest. Keeping his shirt press upwards enough to reveal his nipples. Nibbling and latching on to them. So eagerly that he chuckled at the sight. Eyes practically heart shaped. Lifting a gloved hand to gently pet at your head almost as if encouraging you to continue to do whatever you’d like. “S-see..I’m even helping you solve this problem…all you need to do is ask me for help.” Luuk whines..your teeth biting down gently on the fat around the nipple. Your hand firmly comes to cup his chest. Those dangerous eyes of yours…full of heat and desire enough to make him shiver.

“Like my chest..nnh! That m-much?” Luuk whimpers. Eyes slightly lowered in relief when you tugged down his pants along with his underwear. Exposing his throbbing wet cunt, soaked completely and ready to be taken by you once more. Just you. The next part of pulling out your cock was easier. His heart stopping for a moment, glancing up at you with flushed cheeks and a grin. “H-haha..look how much bigger you’ve gotten.” Taking your thick cock with both hands he whined. Slapping your length against his sensitive folds..gently rubbing the two of them together to get your cock drenched with his juices. “Just go in okay..? I wanna feel every inch of you..” he hums.

“R-rougher…just go-! In deeper!” Luuk sobs, tears slipping from his eyes as you have your way with him. But you only stare down at him with a pitiful expression. One that makes him feel horrible…one that makes him feel as if he had forced you to take him. Your hips pick up pace..the fat thickness of your cock stretching him completely. Yet your heart was not in the moment. You weren’t making love to him…you were simply fucking. Focused on only his pleasure…not on your own. He could see you were holding back, it only made this heavily feeling much worse for him. Your pace was slow, yet your girth completely made up for that. Hips slamming down wonderfully on his pussy. Probably leaving it bruised with each motion. The fat of his cunt lips wrapped around you firmly, opening widely before closing with a wet clench when feeling only your tip inside.

The digging of your cock inside of his womb shook him to his core. God he couldn’t help but to admit to coming a little as your hips grind down in a roll. Luuk’s heel arched just as much as his back. Wiggling his hips enough to hopefully get you to violate right on his sweet spot. “B-big.! You’re so ahh! Bigg..!” The bulge poking from his stomach was evidence of that. He doesn’t seem to get much a reaction from you. Luuk feels embarrassed, does he not turn you on? Even if you didn’t see him that way..was he not at least desirable?

Luuk’s daze was pounded out of him. Feeling your cock finally sinking in. His clothes a mess..scattered around the floor. Your teeth leaving deep mark bites all over his body. Already so responsive. So unlike the you from the past. Hips soon picked at their pace…the echoing slaps of his pussy on your cock. From how much his cunt leaked, wet splats landed on his tummy. Your hips which were once controlled now moved freely, nothing compared to the first time you both did it. Your strength, thickness, size have him shaking from pleasure. Even you finally fit your stupidity big cock inside of him fully with one rough thrust.

His eyes go wide. A rough grunt coming from your throat as you bite down on his exposed shoulder. Your hands taking both of his to intertwine them together before pressing them against the couch with a huff. To your shock he clenches aggressively around you. Pussy fluttering around your size. Twitching from coming so easily, at something so silly.

Stomach dipping in from the deep breath he took, eyes glazing with tears. Never in his life had he’d been wetter, this was dream. You making love to him, deep, raw and mostly important with love. He’s sure by now the couch underneath you two is soiled with his juices. But that doesn’t matter now. Your heavy weight presses right up on him.

Your cock sinking all the way into his womb, only pulling out the tip before shamelessly slamming back inside. The echoing in the library ringing back at each filthy tighten of his cunt. Sloppy grinds and thrusts, his pleasure not being the only one which is being chased. Luuk’s thighs violently shake, clasping around your hips and squeezing tight enough to keep you from slipping out more than you need too. At this point back lifting off the couch and clinging onto you by arching up on you. Letting one of his palms escape your grip, with a breathy whine hooking against your neck and letting his weight cling to you.

Nails digging into your skin, enough to leave a trail of red marks down where he scratched.

“Inside…! F-finish inside..p-please!” Luuk gasped his release leaking down your length. Hips shaking and trying their best to keep you from slipping out. His face ruined and pathetic..hopeful for you to just claim him as yours. If this is the one thing he can do to get you to feel closer. To remind himself that even if you reject him..he was once yours.

Though the weak grip of his thighs didn’t seem to do much. Already spent and shaking, you easily pulled out..your hot release spilling all over his chest and stomach. As you two settled in the silence of finally having finished he raised his hands to cover his face. Ashamed of wanting someone this much. Ashamed of the way his heart broke and face twitched in effort to keep his soft cries in.

His watery eyes now looked down at where you two were connected. A ring of white around the base of your cock which was shoved just right to reach his womb. He could feel the splutters of your come dripping inside of him. “I-I’m sorry..I couldn’t, hold it.” You whine, face digging into his shoulder to hide the shame on your face. He doesn’t know how it happened or what made you lose your memories but he doesn’t care anymore. Reaching out a hand to come and gently brush at your head. Now that he had you here, able to teach you to fully understand and appreciate his feelings for you.

He wasn’t going to let you leave his sight.

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A/N: Just wasting my time and money🫩

I might continue to add on though I’m not sure