some snippets related to this (sculptor max)
Max finished sealing the sculpture, swiping off some excess from the arch of Daniel's foot. Max couldn't bring himself to step back and take in the whole of him. He stayed, kneeling at Daniel's feet, for a long time. He'd put so much of himself into sculpting Daniel; at some point, he'd started talking to Daniel as if he was a real person. Telling him about his day and the people he'd seen at the market and, in his weakest moments, how much he wished Daniel could speak back to him.
He'd spent too much time on Daniel. Neglecting his commissions for weeks. Max knew it was bad for his business but something had called him to Daniel - even when he was still just a solid block of imported marble. Max closed his eyes, bowing his head until his forehead rested just slightly on the bend of one of Daniel's knees. He would have to sell Daniel to make up for the loss of business. The thought cut Max to his core. He couldn't let go of Daniel.
Max didn't know how long he stayed there, trying to reconcile himself to giving Daniel up. Max took a deep breath, maybe if he could just get up and look at Daniel, he'd find something that he didn't like and could convince himself that Daniel wasn't the best thing he'd ever done, that Daniel wasn't perfect. He went to push himself to his feet, still reluctant to open his eyes, when he felt something touch his head. Something that felt like a hand, pushing his hair back from his forehead, tilting his head back.
Max's eyes snapped open, instantly locking onto warm, bright, brown eyes. Real eyes.
"Incantato, Max." Daniel smiled at him with teeth that Max had not carved.
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Max couldn't stop staring at the inexplicable parts of Daniel. As if every part of Daniel was not now inexplicable. But it was his eyes, his teeth, the laugh-line wrinkle that had appeared by his right eye, the whorls of his fingerprints, that made Max feel the most insane. Daniel wasn't just walking, talking stone. He was. Real. A whole person. An angel maybe? Max didn't know.
All he knew was that Daniel was walking around his workshop, naked, picking up the little bits and bobs and tools that were laying around. He paused at the small basket on one of Max's worktables. He plucked a peach out and ran his fingers delicately over the fuzz. He looked over his shoulder, holding it up for Max's inspection. "Is this what you told me about? The fruit you were excited to find at the market yesterday?"
Max nodded, still unable to say anything to Daniel. Daniel had heard him yesterday.
Daniel smiled again - he did that a lot - and took a bite.
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Daniel was examining himself in Max's small looking glass. He reached up to stroke along the bridge of his nose. He turned slightly, raising an eyebrow at Max. "You really had to make my nose like this?"
"I made it like that because I think noses like yours are, of course, beautiful." Max replied, feeling a little defensive.
Daniel blushed - blushed! - then recovered. Max couldn't believe that this was his life; that Daniel could blush now. Now that he was real.
Daniel lazily waved a hand around, gesturing to the other contents of Max's workshop, before pointing his finger downwards. "Did you think this was also beautiful?" Daniel asked, smirking slightly. "I notice your other work is not quite so well endowed."
Max flushed so deeply he knew that his entire face and neck were bright pink.
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Daniel pushed inside Max, stretching him and making him gasp, wet with want. Daniel bent to speak directly in Max's ear, "Does it feel like you hoped? Fill you up just like you imagined?" Daniel ground his hips, pressing against Max's prostate and stealing the "yes" from his lips before he could get it out. Daniel didn't wait for Max to recover his words before he began thrusting, sinking deep into Max each time. Max couldn't help the almost constant string of moans coming from him. Daniel reached up to cup Max's face, wiping away tears Max didn't even know he'd shed. "Fuck, Max, you feel so good. Maybe you were the one made for me."
Max scrabbled at Daniel's back, his neck, trying to pull him closer. His hand's caught in Daniel's curls; luscious and soft and not reminiscent of the stone they had been less than a week ago. This time, Max managed to get out the words, "Yes, Daniel, yes. Just for you."
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Kinktober Day 21 <3
Kita x masturbation
Warnings: NSFW, fem reader
Words: ~900
Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day
Kita groans and his head falls back while his hand steadily pumps his hard cock. There is only one thought on his mind, and that is you.
How your hands always feel so soft and warm around him. How you use just enough pressure to make his eyes roll back, your pace so teasingly slow and yet you both know that he won't last long when you touch him like this. He imagines that it's your hand wrapped around him, that your fingers graze along his tip and catch the sheer drop of precum between them. He clings to the mental image of you, but his hand feels so different compared to yours, it's hard for him to stick to his daydreams of you.
His gaze drops to the pair of red panties next to him, the ones he had sneaked from you at your last encounter. You sent him a text message with a winking emoji after noticing that he kept them, calling him a 'pervert' and telling him to enjoy himself. You demanded that he either returns them cleaned or gets you a new pair though. He quickly made up his mind to buy you a new pair- hell, he would buy the whole store for you if you wanted him to.
He squeezes his cock firmly, a wave of longing coming over him at the thought of you. Kita reaches for the flimsy red fabric, pausing for a second to look at it. His brown eyes are filled with desire when he thinks back about how good you looked wearing them, and memories of how he pulled them down with his teeth fill his mind.
"Y/n," he sighs and closes his eyes for a second before he brings the material down to his cock, almost releasing a whine when the soft fabric meets his sensitive tip. He wraps it around his cock and starts to slowly pump again, the feeling now even more pleasurable when he's imagining that it's you rubbing your panties against him, how warm you would feel, and how good you always smell. The thought about your smell has him hesitating for a second. He pauses his movements and slowly brings your panties to his face, a faint blush coating his cheeks at the thought of how you would tease him for masturbating and using your panties like this.
Kita inhales deeply, your sweet scent filling his nose along with his own, a mixture he's so familiar with. The smell reminds him of all the days he's spent entangled in his bed sheets with you, days full of whispered sweet words and the sound of skin clapping on skin as he thoroughly fucks you and makes sure you're satisfied at all times- something he considers his husband duties that he diligently fulfills every night with great pleasure.
He takes another deep breath and brings the fabric down to his cock, once again setting a slow pace that makes him clench his muscles and his cock twitch in his hand. Kita Shinsuke is a very rational and controlled man, but when it comes to anything that involves you, he finds himself filled with passion and desire that he can't explain with words, and he can feel the effect of it just now.
A soft moan leaves his lips, a deep breath coming from his nose as he increases the pace slowly, savoring every second of the pleasurable feeling. His eyes trail down to his hand, and he sees the way even more precum leaks from his tip, getting soaked up by the panties quickly.
He's close.
He grips his cock harder, slightly bucking his hips into the sensation while he keeps the pace fast and hard, just like he knows you love to be fucked. The thought of your pussy makes him groan and he finds himself so close, so damn close while his hand keeps on pumping himself, the clapping noise echoing through the room loudly. His eyes are closed, his brows furrowed when he thinks about how good you would take him, how you would ride him and make him feel good, and it's the thoughts of your pussy that make him reach his high abruptly. Thick spurts of cum stain the panties when he grabs his cock tightly, his muscles tensed as he groans your name and forgets about everything else but you. Pleasure rushes through his body, a few low grunts leaving his lips and he stops pumping his cock finally when his muscles start to relax again.
He stays in his position for a few more moments, his chest heaving heavily while he slowly calms down and shakes his head. He misses you so badly. Two weeks without you feel like an eternity to him, and he knows for sure that the twins would tease him for how lovesick he acts without you. But the need for you almost consumes him, and he can't wait to finally have you in his arms again, not the slightest bit embarrassed by his feelings.
Kita makes sure to catch all of his cum with your panties, deciding that they look even prettier like this. He ponders on sending you a picture of them, to show you how much he missed you, but he gets interrupted by these thoughts when his phone suddenly starts to ring.
His eyes dart to the small device and he reaches for it to read the name, his lips curling into a fond smile when he accepts the call.
"Hey, angel. I just thought about you."
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Matthew 7:15 (NIV). “Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves.”
Matthew 10:16 (NIV). “I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.”
Proverbs 28:1 (NLT). “The wicked run away when no one is chasing them, but the godly are as bold as lions.”
Deuteronomy 31:6 (CEB). “Be strong! Be fearless! Don’t be afraid and don’t be scared by your enemies, because the LORD your God is the one who marches with you. He won’t let you down, and he won’t abandon you.”
“The enemy likes to hide wolves inside sheep's clothing but that's okay, Jehovah hides lions inside of lambs.” Amen! 🙏🕊🙌
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