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Can I get a spicy scene with Zane....please 🙏

Of course.....WARNING OF NSFW

BEWARE: KNIFE PLAY/BLOOD TW

Zane bowed his head, your eyes opened, and he just gazed at you for a long breathless minute, frozen, stuck in a moment, in a forbidden thought, and then, with the lift of your chin, Zane bridged the distance with a sweet kiss.

But the sweetness didn't last long, the gentleness swiftly turning passionate and ravenous, sighs vibrating from both your chests and your bodies immediately scorching despite the fact that you felt his frigid body against yours. When you both drew apart, you felt his fingers slip beneath your shirt straps and slid it off your shoulders. "Get this off," he said frantically, and you quickly stripped for him.

Zane raised your head up and kissed you again before rolling to his side, and you followed, your long legs entwining with Zane's, and Zane tasted his own blood on your lips. Zane swiped a smear over your lower lip before pressing his own lips on the small cut on the left side of your throat.

Zane began to suck on your collarbone gradually, muttering wonderful compliments in your ear and splattering lip-shaped blood all over your body. You felt your body sink into the mattress as the whispers continued like a prayer.

When Zane moved his head, your sight was drawn to the location of the knife. However, with the first aid supplies and emergency kit on hand, however you could immediately feel your body recovering, like a warm coat aura pouring over you, the sting gone. However, Zane was still on top of you, refusing to let you go

..........and you were okay with that.

CAN I CAN GET A NSFW SCENE WITH MY MALE MC AND OWEN! PLEASE?!

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You frowned at your bandaged chest as you lay in bed. Owen was above you as he cleaned the bandages.

"I'm bored!" You groaned. 

Owen snorted. "A warrior has to live with his actions, even if he gets his arse kicked."

You cracked your neck again, lying back down in your bed. "I am still bored."

Owen sat down on your bed, looking at you. "Okay, what do you want to do to pass the time?"

Your eyes roamed up Owen's tight shirt. "I can think of a few things to do..." You touched Owen's muscle, and the redhead just shook his head. "No way, lad; you already hurt, and we both know how rough I can get."

You pouted. "Fine, then I just have to have other methods to entertain myself."

Owen frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" 

You shrugged and gave the red head a smirk. "It doesn't take two to tango, you know? I can always indulge in some self-pleasure.

Owen's head snapped towards you, and his eyes narrowed. "You can't be serious."

You stared into his blue depths. "Deadly." 

Owen growled as he leaned forward and kissed you. "Stop being a brat." He nibbled on your lip, and you shuttered.

You whispered in his ear. "Come on, Owen. Wear me out, and you don't have to worry about any self-indulgence."

You knew it would kill Owen not to touch you as you touched yourself, and as he was your guard for the night, it would be mighty hard to ignore the moans coming from one's boyfriend, who was right in front of you. Putting on a show.

You sighed ever so softly when Owen leaned down again to kiss a path from your jaw to your neck.

Easing his way down your collarbone had to be the most time you have ever spent holding your breath. Your mouth was slightly opening, like you were going to speak, but you were being betrayed by your own voice to let out a keening whine. The hairs on the back of Owen's’ neck stood up as that beautiful noise went straight to his cock. He grounded his hips just a little, trying to make you produce that enticing noise again.

The moment of no return has passed for both of you. It was all too hot. Owen's touch was so scorching you had to remember to breath to keep from melting. Owen pushed his hips up and you clamped your hands around his waist. With every naughty slide of Owen's hips over you, you felt yourself becoming harder. Before he met you, Owen had no experience at all. The redhead had only ever done this once before he met you, and it was kept a secret at the time, but with you.....Owen lost all self-control. As he stared at you, Owen wanted nothing more than to see you scream. Owen followed his intuition. lowering his defenses more and more. Everything you did seemed very so natural. So real.

“Fuck, MC.” Owen whispered as he searched for another kiss. You just responded by grabbing at his arse. Pushing and pulling the body above you in this desperate rhythm that had you both gasping into each other’s open mouths.

“Can I try something?” Owen pulled away just enough for you to look into his sky, blue eyes full of trust and love. “Please?” He asked with a mocking tone and a smirk.

You were too busy to consider or care to respond. Even though you loathed the moment Owen moved away from you, you merely nodded. You watched Owen crawl down on his hands and knees, a moan rising in the back of your throat at the intense desire for contact. You looked at the Owens's silhouette  created by the moonlight. Owen gave you a sloppy smile that made your legs feel like jell-o because he was so intoxicated with love.

“You’re beautiful, lad.” Owen worked his way down, speaking against your chest. He caressed your skin with his lips, making you feel heated. Your stomach knotted when Owen's wild hair touched it, ending the kisses he had been giving you. As Owen attempted to undo the buttons on your pants, you reached out and tucked the fiery red hair behind Owen's ear.

You both paused, just holding onto this moment for every bit you could. This wasn't the first time you did this with the redhead, nor would it be your last if Owen had everything to say about it, but this felt more romantic. Not all the dirty talk that you loved, but more sweet, and you were okay with that. The moon was shining out through the window. The look in both your eyes. I'm safe. You're safe. We are safe.

However, Owen was not a very patient man, even if you were hurt, and he started to ease down your jeans. Owen's hands were clumsy and awkward, leaving the fabric to pool at your ankles since you still had your shoes on. You tried to hold back a smile, but found it hard. Owen looked like a little boy at Christmas.

Owen sat back on his heels for a moment before he moved himself so that one of your’ legs was between his. The denim of Owen's black jeans was rough against bare skin, but you loved it all. Leaning down, Owen softly ran his hand up the thin leg he wasn’t currently straddling. You might have seen flaws or saw the newly fresh scars; all Owen saw was a warrior.

Owen gently caressed the expanding erection that tented your pattern underwear by carefully moving his fingers up. Owen felt pleased because of the little whine in the back of your throat, and he teased you by pressing the heel of his hand harder on you. Finding it difficult to keep moving forward when he felt the distinct molds of your cock. Everything about it was at once too much and insufficient.

Owen wanted you to only focus on him. Owen dragged his tongue flat against your’ naval as he hooked a finger into the waistband of your boxers. Pulling them down to join the bundle of fabric at your ankles Eyes cast down, he took your hard cock in his hand to give it a stroke.

Drops of pre-cum beading were at the tip that he bent down to swipe his tongue over. You clenched your jaw so hard that it was starting to ache as you grabbed at one of Owen's shoulders.

Closing your eyes, Owen stroked you a few more times before taking the head into his mouth. I was sucking lightly and hearing your moan just above a whisper. He slowly moved down to see just how far he could manage. It wasn’t much, but the hand clutching at his shoulder and the way you were already trying to buck your hips up were enough reassurance. You desperately tried to keep quiet, but it was just so difficult. One of Owen's hands stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach, while the other held you down on your childhood bed.

All of your’ self-control went to keeping yourself quiet and trying to stay still. You became oddly aware that they were only a few doors down from your aunt. Your protective aunt probably had a loaded shotgun for your demon boyfriend. Despite that, you kept letting small sighs escape, and those little noises went straight to Owen’s own hard cock that was grinding against your leg. The moment Owen stopped midway down your was cock to look up at you behind a curtain of red hair was when you stopped caring about everything around them. With your brows knitted, you moaned loud enough for Owens to smirk. "That's it, lad. Be a good boy."

You could practically feel the smirk as he wrapped his mouth again around your shaft and pressed himself harder down against your leg.

“Fuck, Owen. "You managed to get out between clenched teeth. Pushing back the hair that was blocking your view. The heat was pooling in and radiating through your abdomen when you watched Owen take a hand away to palm over his own bulge.

You took hold of Owen's head and drew him off your cock to give it a firm squeeze at the base as your want and desire grew. If Owen persisted, you were going to finish, and you weren't prepared for it to stop. When you took Owen by the arm and had him lie directly next to the muscular man, his first perplexed expression gave way to one of yearning.

You were working so hard to undo the buttons on Owen's too-tight trousers that you lost every shred of sleepiness you ever had. You adored his tight clothing despite the fact that they drove you crazy, holy sh*t. Owen hooked his fingers to take down his underwear and slacks, and as you began to kiss the sides of his neck fiercely, his stomach fluttered.

“I want to cum together.” Owen buried his hands in your hair as you reached down to massage his throbbing cock and whispered against his ear. He was really smitten with you. It was crazy. Having you in his arms disproved his belief that he would never again have the feeling that the part of him that loved another had passed away before he was even in that grave. Owen gave you a rough kiss in return. You two are trying to jerk each other off so awkwardly that I'm not really sure how to put it into words right now.

Even if you wanted to go all the way tonight, you knew Owen was not going to allow it after your injury. However, you just enjoyed the moment as Owen's rough hands gripped around your dick, which brought you closer to the edge. You tried to hold out. You were trying to make the moment last a little longer, but your love and desire were all over Owen's hand and your own abdomen. You were brokenly moaning into your lover's mouth as you tried to keep moving your hand over Owen's cock.

It didn’t take long. Owen was helpless as he rocked his hips and moaned against your mouth, which kept smothering him with kisses in an attempt to quiet him. He was whispering dirty words like a mantra as you twisted your hand when he reached the tip. Owen's chest was heaving, and his body was freezing up as he came hard between you both. Reducing him to a loud grunt and swearing.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath in post-orgasm bliss. Owen breathed hard against your’ sweaty neck as he lazily stroked his sticky fingers right above the slash in your chest.

"Do you think Aunt Zinnia heard?"

Owen gave a loud chuckle and gave you a sloppy kiss. "Seeing as I'm not dead, lad, I'd say we lucked out of the old bat's reign of terror."

You snuggled up closer to him as he put the covers over you both.

Had some inspiration from the ask "If your okay with spicy asks, How do you think the RO's would react to the MC giving them bedroom eyes from across a room, maybe at a meeting/ party?"

I wanted to expand a little more on Marcel's reaction, so here you go!

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Marcel feels his eyes on him and turns to find you looking at him with that look. That look made him completely forget about the conversation he was having with the person in front of him. 

How could he focus when you were looking at him like that?

With a smile, he politely exited and went over to you, kissing you ever so softly.

"Is there something you need?" Marcel asked, his voice light even if his eyes were full of lust. The lust in his eyes darkened when you gave him a coy smile.

"No, can't I just look at my boyfriend?" You asked too innocently, and Marcel fought the urge to take you into his arms. 

Marcel cursed a little in old Latin and softly held your hand, helping you stand. 

"I…desire you," Marcel whispered in your ear, making you gasp. The silent question was in his eyes, and you answered by pulling him up the stairs into your bedroom.

All Marcel could think about was being with you. To feel you against him. As soon as you entered your bedroom, he surged forward and kissed you deeply and sincerely. You could feel his tongue in your mouth and whispered promises of love on his breath. 

Marcel lowered you onto the bed and climbed on top of you gently. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

"Marcel." You whispered against his mouth, eyes closed, as you enjoyed the sensations. 

Marcel shuddered at the plea and pinned your hands above your head, ever so slowly rolling his hips into your own, making you arch your back in pleasure. Marcel wanted you to feel how desperate he was for you; your moans of pleasure only added to the fire.

Marcel's mouth moved to your ear, whispering in a tender tone. "Open your eyes, love. I want you to look into them." 

Your eyes snapped open when you felt his mouth on your earlobe, biting in a teasing manner, making you arch your back just a little. 

"Good. I'm going to leave you a reminder." Marcel smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose. His breath against your skin was silent permission that you could only smile at. 

"I would love nothing more." You whispered. 

Marcel's eyes lit up before his mouth was moving against your jawline and down your neck, his mouth making a trail to every curve or sensitive skin that he had traveled over so many times before. 

"Please…more," you pleaded, breathless. 

Marcel's only response was a passionate kiss as his right hand traced your chest, traveling downward between your legs. 

"You're excited," Marcel whispered, amusement in his tone. 

All you could do was groan in response while Marcel's lips went back to your neck before his hands were taking off your clothes and, in a flash, his own. 

Marcel's hands wandered, making you beg for some sort of release until Marcel's mouth started going south, kissing the inside of your thigh. 

Before you could even utter some sort of plea, his mouth was on you. 

Marcel knew your body inside and out. You couldn't help but grip his hair, making Marcel moan. The vibrations against your body made you tremble as the pleasure started to build up. 

Your lover didn't stop. His attention was all on you until he felt your steady increase. Knowing you were so close, he sat back a little, making you curse as his mouth left your body until he replaced his mouth with his hand instead. 

The motion caused you to plummet over the edge until you were lying down on the number of blankets and pillows, looking up at the ceiling as Marcel tenderly took care of you, basking in the afterglow of the cool wash rag and his teasing kisses. 

"You should look at me like that more often," Marcel said, kissing your forehead as you felt your eyes close.