#nude and basking under heat lamps

[me-uglypretty]

She doesn't stay

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha stays for the night, but never for the day or long enough for you to know she's real.

Warning: 18+ (General), lil fluff, very angst, kinda cheating, implied smut || Word count: 1640

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Her nude body engulf under a silky layer of blanket, slowly peeling away from her body when she shifts in her sleep—Natasha sleeping so peacefully unaware, ivory skin of her back expose to your shimmering eyes and drinking in the view of her. Your arm propped, supporting your body as your lean inversely to widen the scenery of her.

It’s different here, surrounded by pale walls who has remember the vivid sound of you and her, the breath that draws at every tinge of pleasure and when you shut your eyes close, colours combust from darkness. The humming of an old bulb you haven’t change which constantly haul your entire self from submerging into ripples of daydreams.

But your thoughts were of her—while fingers mindlessly draw a path along her spine, feeling her bristly skin beneath the pad of your fingers, remembering the tales behind each jagged scar. You wish to thread your heart with hers, to heal those wicked tales behind each scar so you lay your head on the pillow and allow your body closer to her.

I love you. I will do everything for you.

Confessions tumbles over musing thoughts. Soft kisses smoothen on the nape of her neck, the first, second, then your hand unhesitatingly rest on the curve of her waist. Firmly grasping the bare skin beneath your hand, a satisfied sight leaves from the supposedly asleep body.

Your thumb caresses her skin, drowning in warmth and furthering away from the room’s cold temperature. A sense of familiarity washes over, erupting your chest of emotions that renders a smile on your face. It widens as seconds pass, and when you bask in the moment, fully submerge in the bliss of Natasha. Just her. Someone close to your body, equally nude and baring no fear—despite the old bulb’s humming, reminding you of life outside your heavenly fair.

Natasha repositions herself to face you, “Go to sleep…” she mumbled sleepily, cheeks crimson and soon, soundly snores can be heard from the sleeping beauty.

However, your hand faintly trails a path to Natasha’s abdomen, her muscles flex beneath your touch, her chest brushing against yours, and the subtle intake of breath felt surreal to you. There’s a warmth like cosiness that seamlessly fills your chest—and if she, Natasha, was the sole lamp casting her warmth across a gloomy room  then you were the very moth to happily fly into her space, even if the direct contact with her fiery glare would burn you to ashes.

And yet, you immerse yourself into a wordless exchange. Lips forming a firm line of a smile, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and hands religiously treasuring her body, the skin of which you touched and fuel your heart while ensuring your affectionate caress wouldn’t wake her from a serene slumber.

You wish she knew of countless mornings after—where you wake hours before her, observing her and memorising every detail of her, the quirks of her lips and grumbles you couldn’t understand, how her body seems to subdue from her often alert state. A vast difference from Natasha climbing over your body—her mouth swearing over a short nap which never pass the minutes mark, lasting for hours and she wakes with a confident smile—and Natasha parading the street under scrutinising eyes.

They would never know when uncomfortable clothes fell messily on the ground and what cases your body was her hands greedily feeding into her hunger, and you easily falling into her hasty touch. Never would they uncover the truth of how you rather lay in bed with her, trading heat and comfort than dwell in the morning’s chill, how your heart beats father when legs brushes against another and sends shivers on your skin.

You crave to witness her auburn hair sprawled on chalky pillow, feel the wisp of hair tickling your skin, and your fingers freely tracing her skin.

Everything they would never know or near an understanding.

The gentle tone and touch of yours on hers. Always ensuring her needs were meet and she never fails to know that she, Natasha, deserves every notion of pleasure and joy. Admiring her from afar or near, as if a glass threatening to fall and break to unfixable pieces, but you know enough to care for her as though, you promised to protect her from ever falling apart.

“You are everything,” you murmured, head leaning closer, then parting her hair away to kiss the nape of her neck. It follows with another soft kiss, and you baptise yourself in a moment so small.

“I think,” you hushed her from talking over you as you praise the alluring hues leading you into an undefined depth. “Your eyes are the most beautiful colours in the universe,” and your hands rest on her shoulder.

Natasha smiles in response, bodies swaying to the music fading in the background—unaware of such songs when it’s you and her, engulf in each other’s embrace.

"You're beautiful,” Natasha’s index finger trails along your jaw and she felt your intense gaze on her.

The hour so pure beneath lilac sky, an eventful evening of fine dining and sounds of conversations that you didn’t care to know—all erupt into nothing from the sound of steps coming closer, and she inches herself away from the proximity.

An unexpected guest and equally, a branded touch of pure agony as he steps into your sight and hers. “Babe, let’s get out of here. The party’s dying,” his icy blue eyes differs from the warmth swirling in hers and he laughs.

The distance between you and her expands as he joins her, and she walks towards him. You felt sick to witness her body melting into his embrace and you were there, merely existing as they venture into a night far better than yours.

A ringing wakes you from your thoughts. Your body dissolve further into her before reluctantly detaching yourself from her, the blanket slips from your bare body and chills rises on your skin. The ringing continues, you listen carefully and glances at the discarded clothes. Natasha’s dark jeans caught your attention by the evident blinking emitting from the back pocket.

You answered her phone without sparing a glance at the screen, but your eyes do admire her sleeping form on the bed.

"Hello?" you answered softly, turning around and walking out of your room.

“Natasha! Where are you? I’ve been waiting for an hour, baby.”

Just as loud and quick, the bliss flourishing in your chest seemingly dissolved into nothing. The smile on your face cease to exist as you hear his heavy breathing on the other line. It doesn’t stop. The one-sided conversation carries on, you cringed by the taunting voice of him invading what peace you once felt.

“I can’t hear you! I’ll just meet you back home yeah? Bye!”

He doesn’t notice the difference or care to stay, longing to hear her voice and realise it wasn’t her—just someone else, another body and it didn’t matter. A heat invades your chest next, fuelling of anger and sorrow, the pain trying to cut off your chance of air and you wanted to scream.

But you couldn’t utter those aching words, only leaving your hands to pick up an abandoned shirt and pulling it over your head. Only to climb on the bed, hand grazing her cheek and grasping her jaw. Her skin warm, flowing of blood and you wanted more of her than a vessel of life you know.

“Nat…” you softly kiss her forehead. “Nat?” you mumbled between kisses from her cheeks to her nose and you catch a glimpse of her smile.

Natasha’s eyes flutter open and you are met with green hues, a heavenly colour to lure you into her and you couldn’t stop the gnawing in your heart. Don’t say a word. Pretend. It’s okay. It’s okay.

“There was a call, he’s meeting you back home.”

Laughter would had left your mouth by the sheer look of shock on her face and how her mouth seems to quiver, anticipating for your cries or yells to ruin the tranquil ambience. But you don’t, you never do—and you watch her nod, carefully removing herself from a bed taint of you and her, how it wasn’t hard for your heart to fall for her as you watch her flaunt nude body in the middle of your room.

Natasha is simply art and you can’t touch art without ruining it. But you touch her like your life depend on every grace of skin, and you swear on every touch to be gentle as the calming sea because a single mistake would wake a storm and ruin a beautifully crafted vessel. You could only treat art with love, never daring to hurt her or treat her in cruel ways. Natasha meant more, means more, and she deserves to be appreciated for all that she is—more than another body to lust on.

“I’ll call you later,” Natasha uttered those words with such ease and press a kiss to your cheek with the same teasing smile on her lips. Always there before she leaves your room and house while your head hangs low.

She doesn’t leave forever, but she doesn’t stay either. A night or two, those precious moments engraved in your heart forever and it wrecks your beating heart more as you smile the same forceful grin as any other day.

“Okay.”

You meet her gaze as she stares before nodding her head and walking out the room. The extra sways of her hips don’t ease the ache in your chest or that growing need between your legs. Natasha’s fully aware of your attention which doesn’t deflate from her and you wondered if she knows how your heart begs for her too.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine

[hangovercurse]

Masterpiece

You and Colson have always had an unspoken agreement about what your relationship is, but one night might change everything.

Request: Hi, thank you for your imagines, love, they're incredible! I had an idea. Maybe when him and reader are getting close he gives a tour of his tattoos to them, cause the reader is very curious?

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex (nothing explicit but it’s there), a lot of touching

A/N: I had to do so much research for this, I’ve spent the last 48 hours staring at pictures of his chest. I know I didn’t include all of his tattoos, but he hasn’t talked about some of them or even shown them all that much.

Word Count: 3744

The only sounds in the room were your heavy breaths, mixing with his. You took a moment to compose yourself, the adrenaline still running through your body, before sitting up, bringing the comforter with you to cover your bare chest.

You scanned the room, looking for where your clothes had ended up in Colson’s mad rush to undress you. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Colson asked, his eyes wandering your body.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. You turned to look at him, a small smile playing on your face. “Careful there, someone’ll think you have feelings.”

He chuckled, reaching out to grab your waist and pulling you back down to the bed. You laid in his arms, head resting against his chest. “You should stay tonight.” He mumbled, fingers running up and down your arm.

You hummed, “Are you asking me to stay?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, and he swore he almost fell in love right then and there.

You had never stayed the night before, you always just went to his house, fucked, and then left. Staying the night seemed too personal for what you were doing, two lonely souls finding solace in the dark but too afraid to face each other in the light.

“Will you stay the night?” He asked, fighting the urge to press a small kiss to your nose. You nodded, shifting so you were cuddled further into him, your left hand tracing the 1990 tattoo that spread across the left side of his chest.

His skin felt like it was on fire underneath your touch. “If you keep doing that, we’re not gonna be sleeping anytime soon.” He looked down at you, a smirk on his face. You let out a small laugh through your nose, dropping your hand to lay on his chest.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, “I just think they’re really pretty.”

“I think you’re really pretty.” You rolled your eyes, but a smile found its way to your lips. “Lemme show you all of them.” He sat up, pulling you with him. He reached over and flipped on the lamp beside his bed before pointing to the Est. 1990 tattoo that you had been tracing. “This one is pretty self-explanatory.” You giggled lightly.

“The raven I got done to cover up an older tattoo a while ago. I wanted something that would change the way everything looked.” You reached up, about to trace the dagger that went through the raven, before pulling your hand away. Colson smiled, grabbing your hand gently and pulling it up to his chest, silently asking you to trace the ink.

“Why the dagger?” Your voice was soft, but sincere.

He chuckled; you felt his chest move under your hand. “Thought it looked cool. I don’t know, the whole point of the raven was to be a change, so I guess it kinda represents killing an older version of me.”

You nodded, your hand moving down to the hourglass that rested below the claws. “That one just kind of looked cool. And it’s a reminder that we’re all living on limited time, so we should make the most of it.” You bit your lip, smiling at the thoughtfulness he put into all of them.

“And the spider?” You giggled, tracing his nipple and making him flinch.

He grabbed your hand, a tight-lipped smile on his face. “It goes with the bus.” He moved your hand to the red double decker bus beside the spider web. “Have I ever told you about the time I got hit by a bus in Manchester?”

Your eyes went wide, looking up at him with concern. He laughed, “It was like, 8 years ago. Don’t worry.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes dramatically, “I wasn’t worried.”

He laughed before continuing, “I got hit by this bus while crossing the street looking for weed at like 7 am. The windshield shattered like a fucking spiderweb; it was crazy. And then I just got back up.” You traced the stick figure that was flying off the bus.

“Sometimes I wonder how you’re still alive.” You joked, your voice still quiet.

He watched you intently, taking in the movement of your fingers around his rib cage. “I do too.”

“I mean, I’m happy you’re still alive, its just a little crazy.”

“Careful there, someone’ll think you have feelings.” He echoed a joke you made earlier. You pushed on his chest lightly, smiling. “This one,” he moved your hand to sit just under his armpit, “is the final scene from The Giving Tree."

“That was my favorite book as a kid.” You mumbled; your attention fully focused on the tattoo that you missed Colson’s adoring smile. “Why’d you get it?”

He was quiet for a moment, and you looked up to catch his pale blue eyes. “At one point in my life, it felt like I was giving away every part of me. I felt like the tree, I still do sometimes.”

You nodded, still holding his gaze. You leaned down and pressed a small kiss to the tattoo. This was the most intimate thing you and Colson have ever done, even more so than sex. He was opening up parts of himself to you, something you both had tried to avoid until now.

You looked back at the ink, smiling as your eye caught the tattoo on the underside of his right arm. “Jessica Rabbit, really?” You giggled.

He chuckled, raising his arm to show you the full tattoo. “She’s hot, what can I say?” You rolled your eyes. “You’ve never seen a cartoon character and thought, “damn, he’s sexy as hell”?”

You shook your head, holding back a laugh. “I wouldn’t get him tattooed on me.” He pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around you. “I wanna keep talking about your tattoos.” You whined, looking up at him.

“I was trying to enjoy the moment, but okay.” He made a face at you and you giggled, leaning into his chest and resting there for a few moments, basking in his presence. You had been scared of moments like these with Colson, and you knew he was too. After Megan, he’d had issues trusting anyone, not that you blame him. But then he’d found you, and you had trust issues of your own, so naturally you two attracted each other while simultaneously keeping each other at arm’s length. But now the distance was closing ever so slightly.

You leaned off Colson, suddenly aware of the change occurring. “I gotta pee.” You mumbled, climbing off the bed, and walking to the en suite bathroom.

“Your ass looks cute.” He called after you, and you blushed when you remembered you were still nude. You took your time in the bathroom, sorting through your thoughts and reminding yourself that you and Colson only existed after 9pm.

When you walked back into the room, you grabbed your panties and pulled them up your legs, then threw Colson’s shirt over your bare chest. He groaned, “you just wanna cover everything up, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes and climbed back into his bed. He was leaning against the headboard, so you moved to do the same, but he grabbed you and pulled you so you were straddling his lap, facing his chest. His left hand grasped your right, pressing a soft kiss to its top before moving it to his right arm.

“This one reminds me how to get home, literally.” He rested your hand on his 71 North tattoo, “but it’s also a reminder to stay grounded. Always remember where I come from, you know?”

You nodded, tracing each letter and number. “Same thing for the 216 East.”

“What about the compass star?” You whispered, hand moving down to his elbow to trace the seven-pointed star.

“I was gonna get there, don’t rush me.” He joked, pulling his right arm across his chest so you could see the ink better. “It has an E at all the points, because all roads lead back to Cleveland, which is East.”

“That was really cheesy.” You giggled, looking up to his face. He rolled his eyes, his right hand grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. He pulled both your hands up and out, forcing you closer to him. Your faces were close, too close. You were worried he was going to kiss you, and more worried that you were gonna let him. He seemed to realize what he was about to do moments before your lips touched and pulled away, letting your hands go.

You looked down, both of you pretending that didn’t just almost happen. “What does this one say?” You whispered, pointing to the text on his right forearm.

He looked where you were pointing, and smiled sadly. “RIP B. Arnold. I got it after my grandma died. She was probably one of the best people I’ve ever known. She was so open and unjudgmental. She was really special.”

You frowned, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea…” You trailed off, still running your eyes over the letters.

“It’s okay, I got this done a long time ago.” His voice was soft, his eyes watching your face as you studied his painted skin. “But thank you.”

You were quiet for a long time, eyes moving over the other tattoos on his right arm before wandering back to his chest. Your pointer finger ran over the Locals Only tattoo and the Anarchy symbol on his stomach, before moving lower to the “Almost Famous” letters. “If you go any lower I’m gonna get way too distracted to tell you about the rest.” He joked, but you knew he was a little serious.

“That’s the second time you’ve threatened to have sex with me and not followed through. It’s almost like you don’t even want to anymore.” You teased, hands running back up to his chest and resting on his shoulders.

He raised an eyebrow at you, as if you challenged him. “Do you want a tour of my tattoos or not?” You nodded, a laugh falling from your lips. Colson shook his head lightly, looking down at your body in his shirt. “You are something else.” He mumbled under his breath. You were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to hear it, so you pretended you didn’t. You also pretended your heart didn’t flutter at the words.

You moved back from him, eyes scanning his rib cage. “What about this one?” You asked, pointing at the portrait of a man holding a sign that read “Keep your coins, I want change.” You traced it, smiling, “I like it.”

“That’s one of Banksy’s works. The political street artist?” You nodded your head, letting Colson know that you had heard of them. “I thought it was really smart and I like what it means a lot.”

You smiled up at him, admiring the way he lit up when he talked about issues that are important to him. “I like it, too.” Your hand moved up, finding the cursive name a few inches above. You were hesitant to trace it, knowing it bordered on the line of too personal.

“That one’s got a pretty obvious meaning.” He chuckled, seeing where your attention was focused. You smiled, nodding. “You should meet her one day.” He said without thinking.

Your eyes snapped up to his, and you could see the wheels turning in his brain as he realized what he said, “or not, if you don’t- I mean, you don’t have- never mind. Forget I said anything.”

You found his stuttering endearing. “If we ever get to that point, I’d love to meet her.” You whispered, trying to hide the smile that nipped at your lips. Stop it. The voice in your head screamed. This would never work out. You’re just going to get hurt.

Your hand rested on his upper arm, where he had an image of a building with an eye above it. “1984, huh?” You asked, the smile breaking through.

Colson couldn’t help the way he looked at you, stars in his eyes. “You’re one of the only people to ever get it without me telling them.”

“I didn’t expect you to be an Orwell kind of guy.” You chuckled, tracing the eye with your thumb. “It’s really good. I love the cracks in the building and all the shading. It’s beautiful.” Your voice held so much awe, Colson had to stop himself from grabbing your face and kissing you until your lips bled.

He hadn’t felt like this since, well since Megan. And that scared him like hell considering how messed up he was after she left. He’d been afraid to let anyone else in after that, which is why he was so grateful he found you. You were in the same position, you wanted someone to fill the space in your bed but nothing more. But as he spent more time with you, Colson realized he was starting to want more than that.

“I really liked the idea of the people versus this big overbearing power. Like I wanna believe that people still have a say in their lives, that I still have control over my life. Even when it feels like I don’t.” Despite all the stupid shit he did, Colson was incredibly intelligent, and it showed in moments like this.

“That’s amazing.” You breathed, still tracing the cracks in the bricks. A small blush made its way to his cheeks, and he turned his head away from you to hid it.

You flipped his arm to look at the inside, finding the words “Kiss the sky” in black ink. You leaned down, pressing a light kiss to the words. Colson’s head snapped towards you at the sensation, a small chuckle leaving his lips when he realized what tattoo you were kissing. “Cute.” He commented.

You smiled, lips traveling down his arm to the black heart. “Let me guess, you got this one to represent your cold, black heart.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes as he frowned, playfully.

“You’re so mean.” He whispered, biting his lip. “I did, actually, but you make it sound lame. I wanted to say something about the industry with it, how cold it made me.”

You nodded, smiling. “That’s not lame.” You paused, considering your next words. “Do you really feel like that? Like your soul is so dark and cold that there’s no more color inside?”

He studied you, the way you slowly traced the outline of the anatomical heart. “Sometimes, but then I look at Casie or Slim, or any of the people who I love, and who love me, and it gets a little easier.”

“You’re lucky,” you whispered, “to have so many people who love you. People that can pull you out of your head.”

You sighed, moving your attention from the tattoo, and shaking yourself out of your thoughts. His hand reached for your jaw, trying to hold your face but you moved away, looking at his rose tattoo. “This one’s pretty cool.”

He had to lean forward to see which one you were focused on. “I got that one after Bloom. It’s all about becoming a flower from a bud.”

“Yeah, it’s really good.” You sighed, moving your hand up to a red line near his heart, a tattoo of a cut. “What’s this one?”

He threw his head backwards, a laugh leaving his lips. “It’s so stupid now. I got it because I felt like someone ripped my heart out a few years ago. I thought it was really smart at the time but I ended up getting over it and now I’m left with this stupid tattoo.”

You giggled, “I don’t think its that stupid.” Emphasizing the word “that.”

“Here,” he sat up, moving you off his lap and leaning forward so you could see his back, “this is a cool one.”

You had seen the tattoos on his back a few times, but you’d never really gotten to study it. “This is beautiful.” You murmured, reaching out to touch it gently. He flinched under your soft touch, goosebumps forming on his skin. “Sorry.” You whispered, removing your hand.

“It’s okay, your hand’s just cold.” He chuckled. “It’s Dali’s Temptation of Saint Anthony.” He started, and your hand went back to wandering his back. “A lot of people interpret it differently, but I like the idea that the man with the cross is repenting for his sins. Reminds me that we always have a chance to become better people. We can always repent.”

You took in his words, not saying anything. You traced the cross in the figure’s hand, a small smile on your face. “And then, the MGK, of course.”

You rolled your eyes, “Only you would get your own initials tattooed across your back.” You chuckled, jokingly. “It’s really well done.” You reached up and rubbed his shoulders, squeezing gently. “Someone’s tense.” You whispered, feeling the stiffness of his shoulders.

He groaned as you gently massaged his shoulders, moving to sit behind him with your knees on either side of his waist. He leaned his head back onto your shoulders, looking up at you. “You are too good to me.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your neck.

You chuckled, leaning down to graze his lips, “I’m not doing this for free.” You mumbled, connecting your lips in a hot, needy kiss. He shifted so that he could twist his upper body to face you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. You moaned into his mouth, hands moving up to his neck and pulling him closer to you.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “I thought you wanted to see the rest of my tattoos?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes pushing him away from you and moving back to his left side, sitting with your legs tucked under you. “I do, but I can’t help that I’m in your bed and you look fuckable right now.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his neck, just below his ear.

“Let me finish the tour and then maybe I can help you with that.” He rubbed your bare thigh as you sucked on his neck, leaving a mark.

You whined when your lips left his skin, a pout on your face. “What’s this one, then?” You asked, hand tracing the two X’s on his ear.

“It’s part of the MGK brand. C’mon, you should know this.” He laughed, obviously messing with you. “I don’t know it just kind of became our symbol after 19XX was created. It’s the family.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to the black ink. “Cute.”

He blew air out of his nose, hands moving to the sheets that were covering his lower half. You raised an eyebrow at him, tilting your head. “I have two more that I wanna show you on my legs, get your mind out of the gutter.” You giggled as he pushed the fabric to the side, exposing his right leg.

You noticed the obvious tattoo, the marijuana leaf on his right knee. “That one’s really creative.” You said sarcastically. He chuckled, watching you trace the words around it. “Into the woods I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” You read the tattoo out loud, biting your lip to hide the grin on your face.

“John Muir. I thought it was really meaningful. I keep digging my own holes in order to crawl out of the ones I’m already in. But I think it’s made me know myself better.” You looked up at him, your eyes shining bright. His eyes met yours briefly, and then flittered away, cheeks turning pink.

“Okay, last one. It’s not nearly as cool as some of the other ones, but I think you’ll appreciate it.” He pulled his knee towards his chest, angling the limb so you could see the tattoo on the inside of his ankle. It was two stick figures, one with a mohawk.

You smiled, “Radiohead but make it Colson Baker.” You mumbled, shaking your head with a giggle.

He nodded, “I was fucked up when I got this one.” He laughed, “But it’s kinda grown on me.”

“I was expecting some big lead up to like, the final tattoo that was gonna be so special. Instead, you give me two stick figures and the word punk on your ankle.” You chuckled, seeing the small pout on his face. “I’m kidding.” You laughed, moving to sit on his lap again, your hand resting on his chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered, hands running over his chest, “for showing me all these.”

“I’ve never really explained all of them to anyone before. Like people can see them and I’ve talked about some of them in interviews, but nothing like this before.” His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

You looked down, biting your lip. “Why’d you show me?”

He bent his head down to catch your eyes, nose rubbing against yours. “Cause I wanted you to know.” You smiled, meeting his gaze. Your hand reached to the back of his neck, pulling him enough that his lips crashed into yours.

You were expecting the kiss to be sloppy, hungry, but instead it was unlike any kiss you’d ever shared with him. It was sweet, soft, and oddly personal. It said all the things Colson was too scared to speak.

You pulled away, confusion lingering behind your eyes. What does he mean? What do I mean? What are we doing?

His eyes seemed to hold all the answers. I’m terrified to want you, but I can’t stop myself.

You leaned back into him, kissing him softly. His hands hesitantly ran up your sides before moving to your cheeks, cradling your face in his hands. “Let’s get to sleep.” You whispered after separating, a smile on our face. You gave his lips a quick peck before climbing off of him.

He turned the lamp beside him off, encasing you in darkness. You laid down on the bed, facing away from him. Moments later he settled down, facing your back. He reached out and pulled your hip so that you were facing him. You got the hint and flipped over fully, a grin on your lips. Silently, he pulled you closer to him, holding you tightly as you drifted off to sleep for the first time together.

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk angst #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker fluff #colson baker angst

[theworldbrewery]

some inns at the edge of the world:

Bed, Bask, and Beyond: made entirely of thick frosted glass; it’s damp and muggy inside, full of tropical plants, with heat lamps hanging from the ceiling. staffed entirely by lizardfolk and yuan-ti. you swear you hear live mice skittering around but the bartender hisses and you mind your own business. 

Emerald Bay Inn and Resort: a stereotypical tropical hotel with spa, hiking tours, a private (nude?) beach, drinks served in a coconut husk, etc. located in the frozen tundra. penguins huddle for warmth near the sauna.

The Thrifty Shifter: a rickety-looking tavern run by three doppelgangers: Joe, Moe, and Bobo. Joe is eager to please, offering all the inn’s amenities and discounts–but he seems sleazy. Moe is a buffoonish fellow, endearing if a little exasperating. Bobo is clearly running the inn as a front for the Fantasy Mafia.

Briggs, Briggs, and Bridger: run by a polyamorous triad: Briggs and Briggs are an orc and a dwarf, respectively, while Bridger is an elf. their bed and breakfast hosts drag shows every other Friday night and their crepes are to die for.

The Nestled Trollhouse: tucked under a woodland bridge, the Nestled Trollhouse is run by one exhausted, overworked troll named Greg. His true passion is baking, and he is always trying out new chocolate-chip cookie recipes. Tastings are free of charge. They’re usually burnt. 

Inn & Out: has a Fantasy Yelp page, everyone is talking about it, and the food is incredible–like, five Fantasy Michelin Stars–but it’s so popular it’s always booked solid. they have an open reservation for the honeymoon suite in eight months.

Wyrd Sisters Hotel and Casino: founded by a trio of witches five centuries ago, but you’re pretty sure no one with magical power actually runs the place anymore. the desk clerk offers to read your palm while you wait for the bellhop but she always predicts “big winnings in your future.” Each room is decorated with a different Major Arcana card motif. 

(as always you can steal any of these and modify them however you like for your own campaign!)

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #rpgs #taverns #inns

[mskinkyafro]

At Last (Aubrey x MC) NSFW

A/N: This is my first NSFW fic. I’m actually embarrassed and scared. If this is trash I apologize in advance because I have no history with writing smut, but I felt like trying for once. This was inspired by this latest chapter, when it gets to the part where MC is talking with June that it introduces that MC can not only read thoughts but get the images a person thinks. Now I imagine/assume MC gets like clips or shots of images as if she can see it through her eyes or she was thinking off these things vividly herself. Which lead me to write this bad boy. I just wanted some action between these two so here’s my attempt at writing it lol.

Summary: Feeling down, Viola goes to Aubrey’s place to watch a movie where things heat up and their intimate relationship is taken to the next level.

Rating: NSFW 18+ Very smutty, if not into smut avoid this fic.

Note: Apparently Ellen can be either fired or suspended depending on the choice you choose with Alec. In my game she is suspended. Once again, this is my first time writing smut and posting it. I’m sorry if its trash, go easy on me lol.

*Thoughts of Viola are italicized and those of Aubrey’s are bold and italicized with parenthesis.

PB owns the rights to these characters, I’m just borrowing them.

Tagging : @cora-nova @rain18rain @lady-dianelewis @hellomynameisdevi

In the pitch-black dark bedroom except for the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock laid Viola wide awake in bed. Despite her pep talk with Jaime and cuddle session with her sassy kitten Fauna and precious puppy Underoos, she couldn’t help but still feel awful about what happened to Ellen. Apart of herself doesn’t feel remorse over Alec’s decision because that choice was partially sealed by Ellen’s unprofessional behavior earlier that day, but the other side of herself didn’t want her rise to lead anchor to be the result of Ellen’s suspension.

In addition, no matter how hard she tries to brush them aside, Ellen’s ominous parting words echoes in the back of her mind. She sighs to herself as she rubs her hand over her face through her curly blonde tresses in frustration. She turns her head to look at her alarm clock.

“Man it’s 11:00 pm but I cannot go to sleep. Ugh!” she says.

She fumbles through her sheets as she sits up and turns on her bed lamp and the room is flooded with light as she pulls the covers off her chest. After sifting through the sheets and grabbing her cell phone Viola unlocks it and begins to scroll. As she does she notices a missed text from Aubrey. She smiles immediately seeing his name pop up on her screen. Without even hesitating she dials and the line begins to ring. She presses the speaker and awaits for an answer. It rings and rings and begins to worry.

“This is a bad idea. He’s probably asleep already.”

Right as she moves her finger to end the call, a persistent beep cuts through and as she presses to answer the facetime icon. Soon she’s on her phone she’s met with the image of Aubrey standing few feet away from the phone screen with a small towel wrapped around his waist. With her view of him angled up she sees his built figure, her eyes fixated on his smooth lean chest and four pack abs. His skin is slightly damp besides the droplets that slide from his thighs down to his calves. She watches as he moves out of the frame for a moment and calls out.

“Just one second!”

 She feels her pulse quicken as she sees his towel once on his hips thrown back in view landing on his bed. Her cheeks tinge red realizing this man she’s crazy about is standing nude as day a few steps away from her prying eyes. As he walks back into frame again with pajama pants on to reach for his towel, she notices his hair clearly wet pressed against his forehead. His hand runs through it to push back his rogue curl before throwing the towel around his neck and picking up the phone so his torso and up shows.

“Hello? Viola?” he says softly, his voice breathless.

His voice seemed distant as her eyes were glued to his figure, her eyes followed each waterdrop that trailed his body.

“Sorry Viola. You caught me as I got out the shower. Viola...you okay?

She subconsciously bites her thick lips as these words fell out her mouth involuntarily.

“You’re so fine….I mean I am! I’m fine! I am fine.

She shakes her head and coughs lightly, her eyes avoid his due to her embarrassment. She glances up and notices Aubrey neck flush red as his hand scratches the back of his head.

“Hehe. Thank you by the way. You’re not so bad either. By the way eherm... you do noticed that you’re umm…” he speaks nervously.

Viola with a confused expression watches as his eyes leave her face and trail down her body.

“That I’m what…” Viola voice trails off as she looks down and realize her cleavage heavily showing as she sits in her lacy powder blue bra. She forgot she was too tired earlier to remove it.

“Oh shit! I didn’t but--”

“No! It’s my fault I didn’t mean to stare--”  both Aubrey and Viola speak at the same time. There words trampling on the other’s.

Then Viola raises her hand to stop him and speaks .

“It’s fine. I mean I guess it’s payback for me earlier ogling you.”

“Well no complaints from me.

“Is that so?” Viola smiles.

“Scouts honor. Aubrey smiles softly. The two let a comfortable silence fall between them as they shoot each other shy glances. Aubrey coughs lightly.

“Ahem. Anyway not that this isn’t a lovely surprise but what brings you to call me at this time at night?’

Viola toys with a part of her comforter, her eyes stray away from the phone as she speaks.

”I was unable to sleep and I noticed your text from earlier...I’m sorry. I know it’s late and--”

“Hey don’t apologize. I love talking to you. I wouldn’t mind even if it was 3:ooam. Your voice is something that I’ll never tire of.”

Viola feels her cheeks flush.

“You’re too sweet. How is it whenever I’m feeling down you make me smile?”

“I’d love to say but I can’t give all my secrets away.”

“I suppose you’re right.” she says between giggles.

“I have an idea. Since you’re up why don’t you swing by my place and we’ll watch a movie. Your choice.”

“I don’t want to impose. I’m already making enough trouble by keeping you awake.”

“It’s not a problem at all. I was already up. And Viola, you’re worth the trouble.”

“Aubrey…” she whispers softly. She watches as he smiles back shyly.

“Did I mention I have kettle corn?”

“ You had me hello...but I’ll even drive faster because you have kettle corn.”

“A woman after my heart, but don’t ever say I promoted reckless driving.”

“Promise. I’ll see you in 15 minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

It isn’t long before Viola finds herself standing outside Aubrey’s door. She didn’t bother with her appearance since it was so late and a simple cozy night in so; she tossed on her ratted gray shorts and white over-sized sweater that hangs off her shoulders with her hair tied up in a messy bun. She pushes a few curled strands away from her eyes. She quickly types on the phone her arrival and a few seconds later Aubrey opens the door beckoning her to come.

As she enters and he closes the door behind her she notices he had a t-shirt on and his hair askew from a quick dry from a towel. She sits down on the couch and tucks her feet under her legs as he sits down beside her.

“I see you put a shirt on.” she says with a smirk on her face.

Aubrey smiles shyly as he reaches for the remote and turns on the popular streaming services, CinemaNet.

“So did you.”

“Only because I didn’t want to be arrested for public indecency and I really wanted kettle corn.”

His arms moves to wrap around her body and she leans into his touch, sitting closer.

“Is that the only reason you’re here? Just using me for my special popcorn” he teases.

Laying her head on his chest while her finger moves in a small circular patterns as she teases back.

“Of course not. How can I miss out on a movie of my choice....and also hanging with a very caring and handsome guy.”

“Good answer. So what do you want to watch?”

“Is Pretty Woman okay? It’s my favorite.”

Aubrey hits the remote and begins to play the movie pulling her even tighter in his arms. Viola feels all her anxious energy evaporate as she feels Aubrey’s taut muscles squeeze her in a comforting way.

“Pretty Woman for a pretty woman…” He says as he grins down at her before continuing.

“...Well now that I have you where I want you, want to tell me what’s bothering you?”

With her eyes still closed, basking in his warmth she slowly speaks.

“I don’t know if you heard but right now in your arms, you’re holding Northbridge’s newest leading anchor.”

Aubrey sits up at an angling which moves Viola as well.

“Oh my gosh! Viola that’s amazing! Isn’t this what you always wanted?”

“It was--is...it’s complicated.”

Viola removes herself from Aubrey’s arms and sits up. He follows suit and places his hand on her back and rubs soothingly.

“After Ellen and I’s fiasco on the air, she was suspended and I got promoted. I’m ecstatic but it still feels undeserving to elevate because her downfall. I mean just being junior reporter has been a dream come true. I expected in a few years time I’d be a leading anchor, but  I didn’t expect it so soon nor this way.”

Aubrey leans forward so that his hand reaches under her chin to move her face to look at him.

“Viola listen, you are the most kindest, funniest, wittiest, most intelligent woman, and beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Everything you’ve accomplished is because you worked so hard and so long for. It’s unfortunate what happened with Ellen, but her attitude was eventually going to circle back to bite her. That’s something Ellen will have to realize and be better about and nothing to do with you.

His hand drops from her chin and runs adoringly along her cheek.

“You deserve this. And just know I’m always on your side.”

Viola with her hand grabs Aubrey’s that’s resting on her cheek and leans forward to kiss him on the lips. Soon the kiss grows from soft to insistent before she breaks away.

“Thank you. I feel much better now.”

“Good. Now should we join Vivian & Edward?”

“We shall.”

Settling in their previous cuddle position and snacking on popcorn, they watch the film. Most of the movie passes before Viola props herself in Aubrey’s arms when her favorite scene begins.

“This my absolute favorite part of the movie.”

“Really? A sex scene? ” He questions.

Viola rolls her eyes and faces him.

“It’s more than just any sex scene. It’s the moment they made love for the first time. Ohhh, the passion and chemistry is just undeniable!  You can feel the nervousness Vivian had as she dared to press her lips to Edwards, to silently and secretly admit that she’s fallen in love. And for him we can feel his desire and longingness of wanting her fully. Not just her body, but having her complete trust intimately. Plus in this scene they’re finally able give their hearts and souls to each other, at least for a moment let one another have this love instead of reason why it wouldn’t work for both of them.The simplicity of their love was something I always admired.” She finishes saying as she stared back at the on-screen couple.

“I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

“I’ve always dreamed of finding a love that was surreal, like it was magic.”

They haven’t taken their relationship to the next level yet, it’s been make-out sessions and some heavy petting here and there but never sex. Not that Viola didn’t want to and thanks to her abilities, she’s aware Aubrey feels the same. It just never seemed to be the right time, but she hopes sooner or later that would change.

Viola snuggles deeper into his chest and couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused as the love scene came to a close especially being pressed up against Aubrey. Just being surrounded by his sandalwood scent, the way his breath ghosted over her skin, and enjoying how his fingertips glided over her hands was enough to drive her wild.  Most of the night she didn’t receive any of his thoughts until this moment when a soft spoken voice almost inaudible is heard.

(“God I forgot how erotic that scene is, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to watch this. All I can think of is…”)

Before she could even prepare she was hit with what seem like a barrel of images. The first one was of him delicately biting on her neck as his hands massaged her breasts, his fingers pinching softly at her nipples.  She was mesmerized by the images that seemed to play like a movie in her head as she watched his mouth trail slowly over her dark skin, her head was thrown back and her face was etched with ecstasy. Then it quickly shifted to their figures only illuminated by the moonlight that flooded through his window rolling on top of the other, grinding slowly with their hands gnawing at the other’s skin in desperation, and the final one was her only wearing her bra from earlier. 

Viola could vividly see herself seductively kissing down his chest reaching his nether region, leaving him a stuttering mess with his hips bucking upward to where the imaginary Viola disappeared. Viola raises her hand to her chest to calm her heartbeat that seemed to thump erratically. As she does Aubrey voice rings clear in her mind.

(“Oh jeez I need to calm down...I need to think unsexy thoughts before Viola notices my urm my latest project. Okay think umm...Alec making out with an Emu! Okay, I don’t know why that immediately came to mind but it’s working.”)

Viola feels him maneuver around so that she’s no longer directly in between his legs but rest beside his thighs. Suddenly feeling daring, with her eyes trained on the screen Viola let’s her hand rub up and down Aubrey’s thigh. Everytime she reaches close to his lap she squeezes briefly before continuing the pattern.  

She can hear his breathing slow down and his breaths come out heavier. She smirks to herself knowing she has the affect on him. Next she lets her hand wander up under his shirt caressing his abs. Almost like a bullet his thoughts come at her.

(“Holy shit! This feels so...is she doing this on purpose? She is! I saw that smirk! If she continues at this rate I don’t know if I can hold back. I  really should say something.”)

Viola tears her eyes from the screen and throws a sultry look at Aubrey and asks him with feign innocence as she hears a small groan escape his lips.

“Is everything okay Aubrey?”

She notices his blue eyes darken with desire and the way he licks his lips as he stops her hand, trapping it between the crossroad of his abs and his bottom half.

“I think you already know the answer to that Viola.”

She grins deviously at him and positions herself  so her body is pressed against his, her lips reaching to whisper in his ears as she slips her hand out his grasp to sink lower beneath his pants to slowly palm his growing erection, stroking it painstakingly slow.

“So you don’t mind if we stop watching the movie? I found something much more interesting for us to do, that is if you want to.”

She pulls away to the side of him and bites down on her lips suggestively  as sits on her knees  and continues to stroke him through his pants, her eyes focused at her task at hand.  She stops stroking briefly and pulls his dick out of his pants. Viola lets her fingers trail alongside the thick base of his cock to the tip before lubing her hand with spit. She then delicately squeezes his pulsing shaft. Her hand goes up and down smoothly before letting it slide further to fondle his balls gently. Aubrey stares at her and nods weakly, unable to answer at the moment because of the pleasure and throws his head back into the couch. The only sounds that leave his mouth were muttered expletives and moans. More of this thoughts coming at her lightning fast.

(Holy fuck...I can’t believe she’s--That we’re about to--Fuck, this feels amazing! It’s better than I imagined...I feel so dizzy. Viola is just stunning...so incredibly sexy.)

Viola suddenly stops and pulls her hand away. Aubrey’s eyes open wide and he whips his head forward.

“That’s not answer, Mr. Watson. I need a verbal answer…” She  stands up from the couch to peel off her shorts then removes her sweater, leaving herself in her matching lacy powder blue lingerie set. She climbs onto his lap and drapes her arms around his neck.

“Do. you. want. More?”

Before she can register what happens next, Viola feels his arms instinctively wrap around her waist, his hands gripping her hips. He widens his legs so that she lands directly on his growing erection. His hands roam from her hips down to squeezing her ass, smacking each cheek lightly. He begins grinding his cock against Viola’s moist panties. He gruffly whispers as his deep blue eyes bore into Viola’s hazel-green ones, clouded with lust.

“Does this answer your question, Ms. Porchia?”

He reaches with one hand to move her panties to side so that the tip of his cock brushes against her increasing arousal, causing her to moan loudly.

“Seems like the tables have turned Viola. Do you like how I feel against you? Tell me how much you love it, or I will stop.”

Viola tries to gain more friction by moving her hips but Aubrey firmly holds her hips in place. In retaliation of her not answering he slips a single finger inside her, slowly moving it in and out. She tries to bite her tongue but a moan slips out.

“Ohhhhh...mhmmm...Aubrey please…”

She barely can concentrate on the thoughts that flew at her from his ministrations.

( Fuck...the way she moans my name almost sent me over the edge.)

“You’re on the right track, but I need to tell me how it feels. Do you want more? He throws her words spoke earlier back in her face, He inserts another finger inside her, both working even slower, trailing her sensitive nub.

“Mhmmm, Aubrey. God, yes it feels so good! You felt so good, baby. I need more!”

Without anymore prompting, Aubrey picks Viola easily from her thighs and carries her towards his bedroom.  He places her on his bed and steps out his pants leaving him fully exposed. He kneels in front of Viola.

“Let’s get these pesky panties out the way…” he kisses from her inner thighs all the way down her tone legs as he removes her undergarments.

As he travels lower his hands go the opposite direction up Viola’s body to her breasts and fondles them over her bra. Viola feels as if her body is on fire. She never imagined feeling this way with anyone before. She props herself on her elbows briefly so she could remove her bra leaving herself completely nude in front of him.

“You’re breathtaking.” he whispers.

He stands up and leans over to kiss her lips passionately yet softly as his hands knead her large breasts, his fingertips pinching at her nipples. Viola let’s her hands advance as well as one wanders through his blonde hair while the other pays attention to his hard cock that seems to grow every second. They continue to kiss, tongues meeting before Aubrey pulls away to leave tantalizing kisses that seemed to scorch her skin all the way down. From her neck he gently bites, enough to leave marks and pepper light kisses afterwards until her reaches her right breast. His mouth attaches to her nipple and he bites down as he sucks hard causing Viola to cry out. He then moves to her other breast, applying the same pressure. Her arms find themselves tracing his back, her nails digging into his skin. He lets his tongue swirl around her nipple before he travels south her navel where in a moment of clarity Viola says

“Aubrey please...I don’t think I can take much teasing. Just fuck me, I want to feel you.”

He pauses but continues to press kisses until he’s back at her inner thighs.

“Not yet. I want to savor making love to you Viola. I want to taste you.”

Instantly Viola feels her eyes roll in the back of her head and loud moans escape her lips as Aubrey’s tongue dives deep into her soaking pussy. She writhes in pleasure as she feels his mouth working her close to her release. Soon she feels familiar tension in her abdomen build as her fingers bury into his head. With her breath heavy she warns

“I’m so close…”

But he doesn’t stop but continues, his tongue working faster. It didn’t take long before Viola arches her back and feels her legs shake as she cums hard and rides out the wave of pleasure.

Aubrey extracts himself between her legs and presses a hard kiss to her plump lips.

“You taste amazing Viola. I love to make you cum baby, just watching you was the sexiest thing.”

Viola  smiles and feels herself grow even wetter at his words. Despite feeling slightly weak from her orgasm, she manages to flip their positions so that she’s on top. She smiles down and as she gazes at his surprised expression.

“Now it’s my turn to taste you.”

“Viola, you don’t have--”she places her fingers on his lips.

“This moment is about both of us. I want to do this. You know how long I wanted to do this? How many times I’ve imagined having your thick cock in my mouth and swallowing your load?

(I lied. Hearing her talk dirty is the most sexiest thing.)

“Jesus Viola.”

She grins mischievously at him and dives lower until she reaches his dick and presses small kiss on the tip.

“Ohhh fuck…”

She continues to steadily kiss along the base of the shaft the lick her way back to the head before she takes him fully in her mouth. She bobs up and down slowly as she moans. Her tongue swirls all around his dick as she feels his hips buck, forcing his cock down further. She feels the pressure of his hand tangled in her hair that makes her continue to engulf him in her mouth, motivated to go faster and faster.

“Mhhmm Viola, wait I’m close…”

She ignores him and continues to suck more and more in hopes to bring him to the same release he did moments ago. She removes her mouth to catch her breath and suddenly feels a rough tug  on her hair, forcing her away and back up.  She licks some drops of his pre-cum from her lips as she stares deep in his eyes..

His blue eyes are now dark as he heavily breathes

“It felt too good, I almost couldn’t contain myself. I need to feel you.”

He then flips them once more so he’s on top. His body laying on top of hers. His eyes asking her the silent question. She smiles and lovingly runs her hand on his cheek.

“I’m ready.” she says softly.

Aubrey kisses her on the lips sweetly as he spreads her legs open and inserts himself slowly into her. He waits to let her adjust to him and after a couple seconds he begins to enter in and out. Soon both find a rhythm as they make love. Aubrey strokes are deep and long driving Viola crazy. She claws at his bed sheets and writhes from how good it feels, desperate for more.

“You feel amazing. So tight and wet.”

“Good Aubrey, you’re killing me. Go faster baby. Please make love to me harder and faster, I can’t take it anymore.”

He picks up his pace and buries his cock deeper, harder, and faster into her pussy making her moan louder and louder. Viola leans up and bits into his shoulders causing Aubrey to groan and continue to push her to the edge. As she nears her release, he stops and pulls out. Before she can question him, he flips her own her stomach and sets her on her knees.

She feels his body press into her back as he kisses down her shoulder and enters her from behind continuing the same pace as before. His hands reach under to grasp her breasts tightly as he fucks her from behind, the room is filled with the sounds of slick skin slapping and their moans. It doesn’t take long until they both cry out each others name as the both reach the peak. They collapsed onto the bed and hold each other as they bask in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Laying her head on his chest and feeling his fingers toy with her hair, Viola struggles to keep her eyes open. She speaks softly

“That was amazing.”

“It was. Hmm, get some rest, beautiful. We have work tomorrow.”

With her eyes closed she responds

“Okay. Good night.”

Viola feels him press a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight Viola.”

Right before she loses consciousness she hears a final thought before sounds of soft breathing takes over.

(I’m falling for you.)

And in her mind she says

“I am too.”

*Any other Aubrey stans  or readers in general that enjoyed this fic and want a tag, just let me know!

#aubrey watson #wishful thinking fanfiction #choices wishful thinking #choices stories you play #wishful thinking #choices wt #Aubrey Watson x Viola Porchia #I'm scared this is shitty smut #Worked a lot of hours on this fic #Proud of the result regardless #aubrey x mc

[thesinbarnyard]

A Good Pet

Author’s Note: New blog, meet your first porn

Honestly he didn't know what he should have expected. After all the times he had been so deliberately teasing and ignorant to her advances he should have expected it.

But then again he didn't know she wouldn't ask him for it.

He had come home late again-body sore and eyes bleary-when she struck. The house was dark and the lights were all off aside from the few lamps she left on so he could see where he was going. Ignis smiled sadly, he'd been hoping to get home early so he could spend some time with his beloved but unfortunately life-more accurately, the Citadel- had other plans. Turning away from the presumed empty room he proceeded to put away his jacket and take off his shoes when a thick strap of material looped over his head and around his neck. At first he panicked, hands flying up to his neck when a body-a distinctly feminine body-pressed into his back and he froze, eyes widening.

"You've been testing my patience, Iggy." Her voice lilted from behind him,"Did you think I would just give myself to you? Hmm?" He nodded stiffly, swallowing hard when she chuckled,"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't just give myself to anyone. I especially don't give myself to men who test me."

She yanked on the leather, basking in the low gurgled moan that slipped from those perfect lips, his hands grasping weakly at the red leash wrapped around his throat. Her hands caressed the stitching,"Hmm, I never would have thought you would be into this kind of thing, dearest. You're such a gentleman that it was definitely a surprise when I found these under your dresser a few days ago." The man's shoulders stiffened, a beet red blush coating his ears and she smiled at the sight,"Aww, don't be so embarrassed, Iggy!" Lips brushed over his sensitive lobe,"It's not like I'm complaining."

Ignis could feel his pants getting tight, his blood pulsing and throbbing through his veins. Face still flushed he reached back, intent on grabbing onto her but she just backed away from him,"K-Kitten, I-"

A hand connected with his backside and he jolted, a surprised yelp torn from his throat as his hands flew to his ass,"For your disobedient behavior you do not get to touch me. Failure to comply will result in your needs being ignored. Now," She pulled the leash until he was bending backwards, a weak groan leaving his throat as his body stretched,"Are you willing to be played with, my pet?"

A small gag was his response as he choked on the leather around his throat. Taking mercy, she let the leash slacken between them slightly, watching with smoldering eyes as he coughed and sputtered. Once he had caught his breath he inhaled sharply when a hand settled on his hip. The man bucked away from her wandering hands but she gripped him tight and pulled him back sharply, tutting calmly as he growled in return.

Ignis was finally done with her little game. Gripping the leash with both hands he threw his weight forward, her body crashing into his as she stumbled into him. Green eyes flashed as he whipped around, the leash chafing his skin as he grabbed the hand that held his toy but he blushed red at what she was wearing. A red velvet corset hugged her curves and accentuated her bust, her sweet cavern hidden away behind black lace panties. New black gloves stretched over her delicate hands and bright red lipstick painted her lips; those lips curled into a smirk at his staring.

She took advantage of his distracted gaze and shoved him up against the closet door, her hand at his throat,"I thought I told you I wouldn't tolerate your disobedient behavior." Her voice was sharp and to the point as her eyes stared into his own, accented sharply by black eyeliner. She raised an eyebrow teasingly when he growled lightly and crossed the ends of the leash rewrapping it around his throat, her gloves creaking as they formed to her hands,"I will ask one more time." She pressed closer,"Are you willing to be played with?"

The tightness around his throat and the smell of fresh leather and cloth sent him into overdrive. His hands gripped at the wall and he struggled against her lithe body, moss green eyes hazily staring into her own. Again she just smiled at him and grinded against his crotch, humming thoughtfully as a needy groan rattled deep in his chest. The more he writhed against her the less he wanted it to stop, his body responding to her tempting offer and bucking against her. His normally spiked up hair fell over his eyes, his glasses fogging from his heated panting and slipping down his nose. When she reached up, perfect nails grazing over his sensitive skin and plucked the frames from his face he groaned softly,"Yes...."

She stroked his cheek,"Hmm? Yes what, my dear~?"

His eyes widened at the feeling of the slick gloves on his skin, shivering under her touch. He swallowed thickly as sweat began to build on his skin,"Yes..Mistress."

Ignis jumped when she ran her hand down his neck,"Good boy." The small, almost unnoticable gasp that left his mouth had her taking her bottom lip between her teeth to avoid smiling. Dropping one end she let the leash fall away from his throat and stepped back, crossing her arms,"Now strip."

He remained against the wall for a few moments, staring her down with lust filled eyes. The sound of leather smacking leather caught his attention, urging him into movement unless he expected a form of punishment. Ignis raised his hands to his mouth, pulling off the gloves with his teeth. Setting them aside he went to work removing his dress shirt, teasingly rubbing the buttons before undoing them one by one. A small simper teased his lips when her eyes raked over his torso as he slipped the item off his shoulders, the fabric bunching at his feet. Rubbing at the buckle he undid his belt and opened the zipper, a distinct bulge rising between the flaps. With a smirk he kicked off his pants, hands caressing the waist band of his deep purple boxers,"Are you sure you want to continue, darling? We wouldn't want you to become overwhelmed, now would we?"

The leash in her hands trembled slightly. Even though she had started this she wasn't fully certain she could handle him, especially with how he was acting now. She'd barely managed to one up him when he was fighting her but now that he was letting her take command she was having second doubts. Hands tensing around the leash she looked him in the eyes. His dirty blonde locks fell from their up-do and framed moss green eyes that were just a ring around a swollen pupil, tearing away from her gaze briefly to flick over her corset and stockings then the leash in her hands and lingering on her lips. His body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat and his chest expanded and contracted with hot, heavy breaths and she could see his hands twitching and fidgeting with the material of his boxers. A devilish smile curled her lips,"I'm fairly certain," She reached behind her back, unhitching the red collar from the belt on her corset and presenting it to him, the tags jangling,"I can handle you."

Excitement flared in his eyes and he was quick to pull down his underwear, biting his lip and moaning softly when his hard on tapped against his stomach. He let the material bunch at his feet and stepped out, standing before her completely nude,"Then by all means," Those perfect lips curved into a smirk,"Handle me. Whatever. Way. You. Wish."

His voice dropped into the same dark, lilted tone he used when he knew she was trying to get his attention and played ignorant as he skillfully danced around the subject. She didn't let him see how badly he was affecting her, instead focusing on opening the collar and wrapping it around his throat. From the corner of her eye she could see him staring down at her lustfully, licking his lips like an animal in heat. Looping a finger through the metal ring she yanked him down into a searing kiss. A deep throaty groan was her response, his hands falling to her waist. She used the distraction to acquire his belt, carefully teasing the leather out of the loops on his pants. Once she had it out and maneuvered into her now free hands she quickly pushed his hands away and wrapped his wrists together with the belt. His brief look of shock had her chuckling,"I told you, you're not allowed to touch me because of your disobedience." The leash she had put away made another appearance as she latched it to his collar,"Any problems with that?"

Ignis smirked,"None at all, darling." The tags on his collar jangled as he gestured to the open living room,"Lead the way, Mistress~."

She simpered and turned away from him, leash in hand. She walked him into the living room and Ignis took notice that the furniture had been moved,"I had time to waste so I took the liberty of moving things around." A gloved hand fiddled with his tags as her smile faded,"You've left me alone for so long..."

He frowned and stroked her cheek,"I'm sorry, darling. You know how important my work is."

His hand was taken away by hers,"It's alright, Iggy. Besides~," The smile returned to her painted lips,"Now we have much more room to play~." Her hands settled on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees and he grinned in return. Leather gloves creaked and stretched as her loving fingers brushed through his hair, upsetting more strands from their place above his head.

He groaned in response to her touches, leaning against her thigh, the stocking rasping against his cheek. One hand removed itself from his head and reached behind him for something but he paid it no mind. Blonde locks fell over his eyes and brushed against her leg as they were disrupted and mussed, his eyes falling shut. He opened them again when she stopped petting him and kneeled to his height,"Yes, Mis-"  

He was cut off as she again laid her lips upon his. The kiss was softer, gentle as they moved against each other. Another of his soft, sinful moans left his throat, and he barely noticed what she was doing beyond kissing him.

That is until he choked on his own tongue and threw his head back.

"I was told you might react like that."

Surprised green eyes glanced at her before looking down. He groaned at the sight of a black ring wrapped around the base of his cock,"I figured I should start your punishment now. You know, for trying to get away from me~?" The pressure around his pulsating cock sent lightning up his spine and he bit his lip to stop himself from moaning outright.

She stood up, her voice lilting from above him,"I also know a little more about you than I first intended." Something was brought into his line of sight and he blushed madly,"Who would have known that the Prince's Advisor would enjoy anal~?"

Her leather clad hands rolled the dildo between her fingers as he sputtered,"Now, now, don't be so embarrassed. It's not like I didn't enjoy the show~." It was no lie when she said she enjoyed it-his flushed face and bare chest as he slid the toy in and out of himself so easily while on his knees, his other hand gripping and jerking his swollen cock-it was a sight to behold. And when he finished, cum dripping from his hand and splattered on the bedsheets he pulled it out and left himself gaping, caressing his backside as he panted. She let a small blush coat her already red cheeks at the memory and smiled,"You are quite gifted at pleasing yourself, Iggy." A single leather clad digit ran down his flushed cheek,"I wonder how you'll do with an audience~?"

His already red face heated even more and looked away from her. She wanted to watch him please himself? He shuddered at the idea, his shaft straining and pulsating against the cock ring she put on him. Ignis could feel her dark gaze on him as she walked out of his line of sight and sat behind him. He jolted and his cock twitched at the sound of a bottle opening.

"Don't worry about me, dearest. Just pretend I'm not here."

Did she seriously expect that from him?

A thick, wet liquid trickled down his crease, the sudden cold shocking him out of his thoughts. Gloved hands spread his ass cheeks wide, exposing him to the sinful eyes of his lover. Ignis looked over his shoulder meekly, his ears painted a rouge red that darkened when the toy was pressed to his entrance. Moaning weakly he turned away from her, sitting down on his legs until the dildo slowly slid into him. He gasped as the head popped past the tight ring of muscle and slid deep into his twitching entrance. The feeling of being full went straight to his aching cock and boiled low in his stomach as he moaned. The toy remained attached to the floor as he slowly slid up and down, riding his own guilty pleasure in front of his girlfriend.

The black dildo was designed specifically to reach that wonderful little spot hidden deep within his walls, grinding deliciously over his prostate with each motion. With a deep moan he moved faster, setting his hands on the floor between his legs and closing his eyes. If he were honest it was even more dirty than he first thought it would be: a toy that he definitely didn't want her to find buried deep in his ass, the lubricant she used spread over his crease and trickling down his thighs, her eyes boring into his back. It wasn't just dirty, it was absolutely filthy.

Ignis felt a smirk pull at his lips and he looked over his shoulder. His walls clenched around his toy at her smoldering gaze set on his backside as she watched him please himself. Her eyes flicked up to his and he smirked wider, arching his back and slowly sinking down on the dildo in his ass while moaning sinfully, watching her gaze set back onto his spread opening.

A leather clad hand smacked his ass, ignoring his surprised yelp,"I told you to be obedient." She sat up on her knees, pushing him up off of his toy and pulling it off the floor leaving him on his hands and knees, his ass left gaping. She took the toy in hand and rubbed it against his stretched hole, listening to his heavy breathing as she leaned over his shoulder,"Since I can't trust you to do anything without being cocky about it, I'll just do it for you."

There was no waiting on his take on the matter as she shoved it back into him. He openly groaned as she set a brutal pace, slamming the dildo into his ass as her other hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. A strand of thick, sticky pre-cum trickled from the head and over the black glove but neither cared. His hips jolted forward when the head of his toy ground against his prostate, the cold tags jangling against his flushed chest. The feeling of the dildo buried in his ass and her hand working his cock had him teetering on the edge of release, every heartbeat throbbing painfully through his swollen iron and ripping moans from the bottom of his chest. Blonde locks slapped against his face as he threw his head back and prepared for his release, the pressure building up and ready to explode.

The hot coil in his stomach tightened but nothing happened. His eyes snapped open when her voice chuckled in his ear,"You know, this ring is pretty special," The cock ring. The cock ring was preventing his release,"When I got it, the guy told me it was blessed with a special magic," The slick gloves slid over the rubber around his cock,"Apparently there's a version of magic designed specifically for moments like these."

Her searching fingers found something hidden on the ring and an explosion of intense desire built up in his lower stomach. He threw his head back and cried out at the sudden onslaught of dizzying pleasure, his skin tingling under the effects of the cock ring. The dildo slamming into his ass felt much more satisfying then he could remember. He pushed back against it, his head falling down with an agonized whine.

She pulled it out of him with a wet pop and dropped in onto the coffee table,"Nice to see that it works," Her eyes landed on his stretched hole when it clenched at air, drinking in his tortured moan,"But I think that's enough of that." She yanked on the leash, forcing him back on his knees,"I think you deserve a treat for being such a good boy." Her footsteps echoed in the nearly empty room as she moved to stand in front of him. Wrapping the loop in the leash around one delicate wrist the leather gloves gripped the waistband of her lace panties, rubbing the material before they were swiftly pulled off and tossed away. Sinful fingers spread her lower lips, exposing herself to him,"How about some honey to satiate your hunger~?"

Ignis looked up weakly as his release ebbed away painfully, dirty blonde locks sticking to his forehead and cheeks as sweat glistened on his skin. Lust filled green eyes locked onto her dripping cunt, staring hungrily as he licked his lips. Sitting back on his legs he faced her, his jaw slack and chest heaving. Hands digging into the carpet he plunged his tongue deep within her folds, lapping and sucking harshly. A hand clenched a fistful of his ruined hair and he moaned into her shamelessly. Her walls clenched around his tongue as he thrust it in and out, dragging it over her slit before returning to her soaked entrance. Sweet juices coated his lips and dripped down his neck and chin, trickling off the tags on his collar and onto the floor. Her hips ground against his face and he groaned as her slick skin raked over his tongue, the blunt end of his orgasm rearing it's unsatisfying head.

Suddenly she pulled away from him,"G-Good boy," She panted,"You have been really good this time, Ignis. I'm proud of you~." Her words were breathy as she scratched at his scalp,"Do you think you did well enough to earn your release? Hmm?"

He swallowed thickly, cock throbbing against his stomach,"Y-Yes..."

She pulled the leash taught between them,"Yes what, Ignis? Answer me properly."

He whined,"Y-Yes...Mistress.."

A simper pulled at painted lips,"Good boy." She set a hand on his shoulder and pushed him onto his back,"You won't be needing these anymore, now will you?" Her hands were quick to undo the cock ring and slip it off his aching iron. His head fell back onto the carpet with a soft moan of relief, barely noticing that she had also removed his belt from his wrists. She took his hands between her own, kissing the raw skin there with a whispered apology before setting them on her waist,"For being such a good pet I'll make an exception to the no touching rule," Leather hands gripped at his shaft and aligned it with her sheath,"Are you ready for your treat, Ignis dearest?"

The blonde panted hotly as her wet heat seeped into his sensitive skin,"P-Please, Mistress."

And with that she sunk down on him, moaning at his impressive girth stretching her walls. A moan of his own left his perfect lips as she started to ride him slowly, her slick skin clenching and pulsating around his swollen cock. A thin sheen of sweat coated her own skin as she bounced on his cock, her hands against his chest and fingers splayed over the sweltering skin. Leaning forward she rode him harder, caressing the hardened muscle that rippled under her hands with every breath as her walls contracted and released around his iron.

Panting hard she reached down to her clit and rubbed against it,"I-Ignis," She breathed,"I'm going to come." Her painted lips grazed against his,"Come with me, Ignis."

One of his hands buried itself into her hair and pulled her into a searing kiss. With stained lips he pulled away from her sinful mouth and set his chin on her shoulder, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her. She fell against him with a shout as he brutally pounded into her, pushing his hot breath and needy moans into her ears. He felt her body tense against his before her walls clenched around him fiercely and he groaned loudly at the sudden tightness. He held her still above him and thrust past her pulsating release as he chased his own, pulling out and cumming hard on her stomach with a loud groan.

Ignis rubbed the exposed skin on her hips as they came down from their high, holding her gently as she hummed in satisfaction. He placed a kiss on her forehead,"Do you feel better now, darling?"

She smiled softly at the weakness in his words,"Yes, Iggy, I feel much better." Placing a soft kiss on his swollen lips she stood up and offered him a hand,"I think now we should just clean ourselves up and go to sleep. It's pretty late and we're both tired."

Ignis took her hand,"I couldn't agree more." Standing up and removing the collar and leash he set both on the coffee table, trailing after his love as she sauntered off towards the bathroom. After they were showered and dressed they headed off to their shared bedroom.

Where they cuddled until they fell asleep, and in the morning she was still wrapped in Ignis' arms.

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