Hey Anon! It took a while but here we go! More flamboyant boyfriend for the soul!
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"Oh darlinggg!" The distant singsong voice of your boyfriend carries through the halls. "I have acquired what you sought after!"
You're currently relaxing in a canopy hammock in the garden. You meant to go inside earlier but the tiny garden fairies kept bringing you berries and flower petals and acorn caps and you didn't have the heart to walk away when they were so earnest.
"I'm in the garden, my love!' You call out.
"Oh, someone is in a good mood." He steps into the garden, his robes swirling around him.
You sit up and look up at him. "Sorry. I'm not very fun to be around, am I? I'm always sort of sad."
"Believe it or not, I too have such days. When I'm insufferable I would hope you could extend the same patience to me, yes?"
"Always." You give him your hand, expecting his usual kiss.
He does take your hand in his, but he passes it by in favor of leaning down to press his mouth to yours. You melt against him. After a few moments, he pulls away with a hum. "It's a pity I am so diabolically busy today, otherwise I would join you here, and our love could water this garden."
"That sounds..." You laugh, unable to finish the sentence.
He joins you on the hammock, reaching out to touch the petals in your lap. "What are these?"
"The garden fairies were giving me things. There were berries too, I ate those."
"Ah, they must believe you're a deity of gardens."
"The deity of–are you joking with me?"
"Not at all. I imagine all larger beings are gods to them," your boyfriend says. "We are so big we can eclipse their entire world. There is power in that."
Just then, a garden fairy comes flying up from the grass, its wings buzzing valiantly as it carries a berry almost twice its size. Your boyfriend accepts the offering, raising the berry to his mouth. Juice bursts on his fingertips and you stare as he licks it off. He smiles coyly, tucking his hair behind his ear in such an exaggerated bashful manner that you snort and shove him with your foot.
"Oh, I nearly forgot. The cat," he says.
"Huh?"
That's all you manage to get out before he makes a beckoning gesture and something comes bounding out of the house and across the grass, leaping on top of both of you. You splutter under the assault of a faceful of fur. When you find your way out of all that fluff, you discover you have a giant snow-colored werecat sprawled in your lap, purring up a storm.
"This is the nearest thing to a cat I could find for you," your boyfriend says, and you belatedly remember telling him about the cats on earth, and how you missed the one you used to have as a child.
"This is... Way bigger than an Earth cat," you say when you finally manage to find your voice.
The werecat pushes his head into your palm and you run your hand through his fur, mesmerized by how soft it is.
"Do you have a name?"
"Not unless you wish to bestow me with one, Mistress," the werecat chirps, pretty green eyes locked adoringly on you.
"Mistress? Hey! What did you tell this poor guy?" You demand to your boyfriend, who looks tickled.
"Well, he volunteered to come," he says. "I wager he will enjoy life here far more than with his colony."
"Yes," the werecat purrs.
You flounder for something to say. While a werecat is a lot, you're fascinated with him already. "Well... He's not sleeping on our bed."
"Is that not common of Earth cats?" Your boyfriend says mischievously.
"I will behave myself," the werecat adds in a deep rumble.
You rub his ears. "I'm sure you will. Excuse me a moment."
You climb out of the hammock but your boyfriend is faster, always one step ahead as you chase him around the garden. You finally catch up to him and knock him to the ground. The ground is as soft as a cloud as you tumble down, no doubt thanks to his magic. You're the one to initiate the kiss this time, and your boyfriend lets out a sigh of contentment and pulls you close.
"Oh, how I love you," he breathes against your lips.
You smile and tuck your face into his neck. One of these days, you'll find the courage to say it back.
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When you regained consciousness, it was to a strange figure hunched over you, their large body shielding you from the rain. Mud streaked your face and hands and it took a moment for you to remember you had fallen on the path back to the village and slid down the hill. It took an even longer moment of squinting in the dark to realize who the person was: the village outcast.
The elders told frightening tales about him to the children. As the stories went, he was strong enough to uproot a tree, with fangs and claws that could rend a person in two and a horrible temper that made him thirst for blood. He lived with the old witch as a boy and stayed in that ramshackle cottage even now that she had died.
You screamed as you struggled to sit up in the soft mud, fearing for your life. He held up his hands placatingly. His skin looked discolored, twisted, and cracked like tree bark in a sudden flash of lightning.
"You're hurt," he said, pointing at your foot.
You stood and almost fell over again, throwing yourself to the side when he attempted to brace you. Without another word you struggled up the hill and fled, limping the entire way home. You felt sorry for yourself that night, especially since you had forgotten your basket in your haste. However, when you hobbled outside the next morning to feed the chickens, you found your basket on your doorstep, filled with mushrooms and nuts, damp from the early morning dew.
Vi does get to fuck the annoying in relation to that brat post. And she loves doing it because she gets to shred Jinx apart until she's raw and bare. Until she's shed all her walls and can't form that bratty persona of hers. Because it is a persona she wears for the world but Vi gets to strip her out of it just for them. She knows who she is and she'll climb over and break through every single wall to get to her even if it's through herself.
NSFW - short
Also hrgh. Vi manhandling Jinx who is not delicate, not at all, with her hidden strength of muscle and sinew. But Vi has always been stronger and always will be. It's understood by both of them at this point but Jinx makes sure to test Vi and make her work for it. And honestly it's fun.
Laying Jinx over her lap, 3 fingers in her mouth and 3 in her pretty, dripping cunt. Vi's thumb resting over and pressing just barely into her ass, giving her leverage for the other three fingers to thrust deeper. Jinx being an absolute moaning little mess, desperately scrabbling at the arm in front of her face trying to hold on to anything she can as she gets her world absolutely rocked.
Jinx finally breaking away to that softer version of herself because she can trust Vi. It's just the two of them finally. She'll do whatever Vi wants her to do now, even if that's telling Vi when she asks exactly what she really wants. What she wants is for Vi to love her, show her she loves her and to push her harder. Fold her in half and keep going even further until she's suffocating in Vi.
It's a summer day in Gotham, one of those days where the sidewalk is hot enough to fry an egg and you pray for a breeze to blow a cloud over your head for some blessed shade. They don't have AC in their apartment, so he's outside with no shirt on and his pants rolled up past his knees. His mom had handed him a sandwich and sent him out with ruffle of her hand in his curls and a warning "don't get sunburnt!" He'd picked the layers of the ham and cheese sandwich apart, eating the slice of cheese first, then the cold pieces of ham, and now all he's left with is the bread. He's nibbled down one slice to the corner, not so much hungry as he is bored, but too hot and sweaty to go find anything else more interesting to do. He's kicked his shoes off, a pair of cheap foam flip-flops that are bound to fall apart any day now, the thong threatening to pop out of the hole in the sole from use. He tries not to move his feet too much; the ground is hot where his feet haven't already shaded it, and he finds himself wishing for rain, a reversal of the week before when it rained three days in a row and he was trapped in the apartment, bored the whole time. Maybe later he’ll go back up to the apartment and get some of the dollar bills he has hidden under his dresser and walk down the street to the corner store and buy a box of popsicles, and spend the rest of the afternoon staining his tongue in a rainbow of colors, but right now the thought of walking up through the heatbox of a stairwell sounds like too much work, so he’ll stay here and pick at his bread, at least until the pigeons spot him and come to beg for his crumbs.
Leonard O'Neal had always been notably short--for a man, that is. That did not prevent him from becoming an attorney and it did not prevent him from marrying a tall and beautiful woman. But Leonard carried a secret. He secretly preferred to be a woman named Laura. And when his wife discovered that secret, she did something unexpected and extraordinary. She happily encouraged her spouse to be Laura more and more, until at last there was no Leonard at all, only the lovely Laura--who happened to be just the perfect height, for a girl. And that was just the beginning of a process of total transformation and transition, with some unexpected and yet delightful consequences.
Mod opinion: I haven't heard of this story before and I probably won't read it myself, but I always support tall beautiful women supporting their short girlfriends :)
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Something something John Price taking a vacation in Las Vegas.
A pretty thing in a tight, too-short dress walks up to John at a casino. Butters him up and gives him her number. He calls and she tells him her rates. He's a little bummed out that she only approached him because he looked like easy money and not a good lay. But he appreciates a smart girl.
Still ends up in her room, cash in an envelope. She counts it out while he washes up. He gave her enough for the whole night.
The sex is great, not something she expected from a guy his age. They they lie in bed and exchange stories.
She gives him the story of how she got here, why she's working the job.
"...and that's how I ended up here."
She smiled up at him, manicured hand on his broad chest. His heart aches a little, always the hero. Always the one to save the damsel in distress.
"I can take you away from all of this..."
He cups her face. She laughs, a sound that makes his stomach do flips.
She goes on about how she doesn't need saving, and how she's too demanding and a list of other things he tunes out. In his mind he hears something different, 'you can't afford me, know your limits'.
They keep in touch. As desperate as it is, he pays her fee so he can talk to her. He sends gifts and she shows them off selling them off and buying a dupe afterwards.
He thinks she's so sweet (he pays her to be), she's down to earth (she's too lazy to make up a persona), she's perfect for him (he is convinced she doesn't know how bad she needs him).
So he waits. He's a patient man. All he needs to be is the reliable man he always is. Always be there for her. And she'll figure it out eventually. She's a smart girl.
And when she's ready to settle down, live comfortably with someone to line her pockets, she turns to him.
Of course he's ready for her, leaving the military soon after meeting her to build up a company that makes more money than he knows what to do with. And when she walks to the baggage claim in London he's there with open arms, black card in hand. She takes the card first, of course, smiling when she sees her name etched on it.
She's wearing his favorite perfume, in his favorite dress, whispering soft words when they hug.
The wedding is something grand, everything she ever dreamed of he made a reality.
And when they honeymoon in Bora Bora, she runs to show him a shell she finds in her skimpy bikini, he smiles.
@rememberwren's Sperm donor!Johnny and Husband!Ghost has been stuck in my head for far too long. So here's a quick unedited little thing I wrote for it!
You forgot exactly what you were nervous about. Then again, you usually forget everything when your husband is between your legs.
“Gotta warm you up properly.”
He said earlier to Johnny and you, his large hand rubbing your thigh just a touch too high and making your face hot.
You're not sure how much “warming up” you needed; he's been at it for God knows how long, and you're dizzy and pretty sure you can't feel your toes anymore. He can be so mean sometimes when he's like this, biting your thighs when you try to push his head away, smiling at how you whimper.
“You know, I'm starting to think you like it when I do that.”
As overstimulated as you are, you whine when he pulls away. You swear you can see the hearts in his eyes when he looks down at you. Gets you right in the heart.
When he rolls out of bed and walks to the door you suddenly remember why your stomach was in knots earlier; you're about to sleep with his subordinate. No, that's not the right word. Brother in arms? Best friend? Their relationship always seemed more complex than words could describe. There's a soft knock on the door and you look up to see your husband walk in with Johnny in tow.
Johnny's knees nearly give in at the sight of your body tangled up in the sheets, breathing hard, and skin glistening.
“Prettiest thing I've ever seen.”
He smiles while unbuckling his pants. Simon hums in agreement and sits next to you, running his fingers up your arm and neck to caress your face. The look in his eyes could melt you right then and there, grounding and reassuring. Everything is going to be alright; it always has been and always will be.
Your eyes shoot back to Johnny, who's crawling over you slowly. You bite back a groan when Simon coos a good girl as you open your legs more, inviting Johnny to settle between them. The difference between your husband's face and the man hovering over you is night and day; Simon all soft and enamored, Johnny all fervid and lustful.
“Ye ready?”
Johnny's voice is almost as shaky as his hands, not nervous but almost deliriously aroused. You never had wandering eyes; it seems like it's wrong to even look at him now, but you don't want this to feel unnatural; you want to enjoy this. So you scan his body, toned chest falling and rising fast, strong arms caging you in, blue eyes so intense you have to look away.
“Uh-huh.”
You reply quietly, bucking your hips against his, your most sensitive parts rubbing against his. The gasp you share makes you both chuckle, easing the tension. You run your hands up his arms and wrap them around his neck. When you pull him closer, he follows eagerly, burying his face against the crook of your neck, stubble tickling you.
“Dinnae have to do this if you don't want to, hen.”
“No, I want to.”
Your voice, smaller than you want it to be, makes Johnny's eyes soften. You look over to Simon, he cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow slightly, checking in. You just nod and he nods back. You keep your eyes on Simon while addressing Johnny,
“Ready.”
There's a pause, a shift, and then. You groan and roll your eyes back when he slides in, still facing Simon who blinks fast. Johnny breathes like the air was knocked out of him,
“Jesus…fuck…”
He curses to himself, face still buried at your neck, slowly moving his hips forward until his pelvis meets yours. You whine as he nips your neck and yelp when he punches his hips forward from the sounds you make. Your husband leans over and palms the back of his neck, talking in a low, serious tone that makes you tighten up,
“Johnny.”
“Yeah, LT?”
“Ease up.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Johnny places a soft kiss where he bit you. It's all so…overwhelmingly intimate. Another man on top of you, grinding at just the right angle, hitting the right spots, all while your husband watches, instructing him. Simon pulls his hand away from Johnny's neck and shifts on the bed, sitting right next to you. Your eyes go wide when you turn to see him palming his erection. Oh. This is okay. This situation is more than okay. Simon fucking loves this. Johnny too. Guess you should throw away any reservations or doubts you had and just embrace this moment. Enjoy it to the fullest.
Johnny pulls back, face slightly flushed, panting softly,
“She's so wet, Simon. Just so soft and perfect. Prettiest thing I ever saw...”
You soak in the compliments but tune him out eventually, your attention drifting down to where Johnny slides in and out of you. It's a dreamy sight, really; you look so good together, it kind of reminds you how wonderful you and Simon look together.
“Looks real nice, doesn't it? Taking me so well, hen.”
Johnny presses his forehead against yours, looking down while you hum in agreement. It's quiet for a moment, save for the occasional pant and moan or slick sounds from between your legs. A rough hand holds your left and another, larger hand grabs your right. It's all so sweaty, so sticky and sweet. So dazed, you barely register the first kiss Johnny plants on your lips. The second one makes your eyes shoot open, staring right at his annoyingly long, brown lashes until he pulls back and opens his eyes, blindingly blue. Your face gets hot, and you pull your hand to your face, your husband's fingers still intertwined with them. He extends his pointer finger to caress your cheek and you turn your face to look up at him. He's so gentle right now like he knows that's what you need from him.
A smile plays on his face when you open your mouth and slide his finger into your mouth, sucking softly, rolling your eyes back, and moaning softly. You love giving him a show. Love making him melt in your mouth. He nods over to Johnny, whose jaw is slack, breathing hard. When you look at him, it's quite the sight: blue eyes wide and wild, mouth hanging open, and you can see his pulse right underneath his jawline beating wildly. Just fucking delectable. You pull your face away from Simon's hand and smile up at Johnny who groans and chuckles,
“Christ, LT.”
“Focus, Johnny. Ain't done yet.”
There's something feral that flashes in Johnny's eyes, hungry. Eager to please. You or Simon, you're not too sure. But he hooks an arm under your knees and hikes your leg up as far as it'll go, digging into you until you're a whimpering mess under him. His whole body pressed up against you, pinning you down. His mouth pressed right up against your ear, replacing every thought you had with his voice.
“Right there? Huh? God, tight cunt right here…C'mon... Tell me how good it is…Tell me.”
He repeats the last phrase until you're mindlessly praising him, telling him what he wants to hear. What he needs to hear. You can feel him smile against the skin right under your ear before pressing tender kisses there.
You're pressed chest to sweaty, hairy chest when you wrap your arms around him tighter, embracing him. All traces of guilt scraped away with Simon's breathy praise. You move one hand around until it rests on your husband's big thigh, and he tenses up under your touch.
“C'mon love, give Johnny something real nice. He's been such a trooper, yeah?”
You nod into Johnny's shoulder, breathless.
“Uh-huh,”
It hits you hard and fast. Almost unexpectedly. Hearing a small moan escape Simon always sent you over the edge, though, always a rare moment when he lets himself relax and be vulnerable.
Spasming and moaning under Johnny had his hips moving frantically, desperate for his own release. Biting his shoulder had him crashing right into it, digging deep into you until his hips still. He crushed you under his weight, licking the sweat off your neck. Simon pushed his head away though.
“Don't forget, she's my wife Johnny.
His voice isn't harsh, it's almost soft. His large frame leans down and presses a tender kiss against your lips. Then another. And another. All while singing velvety praises between each one. For a moment, you forget about the other man in the room lying right on top of you. Until he pulls away, sliding out of you. Almost makes you whine til he starts pressing his lips against your sternum and stomach. Head in the clouds, you feel like you're floating. Suspended in this moment of pure bliss.
“You got one more in you?”
Simon asks. Before you can answer, Johnny responds eagerly.
