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OMGG IT WORTH THE WAITINGGG UR MORNINGSTART FIC WAS PEAK- I WAS STILL KICKING MY FEET JDVDHGVRD 😭

(thank you soooo much omggg i love ur writing. pls stay hydrated 🥹🫶🏻💖)

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Hehehe! Oh I'm happy and glad I could make you so happy with this 💕

(Promises on my love for Night Watch to write more and more~)

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~ ~ "Wolf in Sheep's Skin" ~ ~

Ship: MorningStar!Ithaqua x Opsession!(Simp)Reader Notice -> Opsession (! Warning !) Request from: anonymous --------------------------------

So delicate, so beautiful. The white of her visible wrapped in gloom. Her black perfect and her red flattering. Being the king's one, sweetest sheep meant so much. For those other, abandoned black sheep.

So many stares, so many eyes directed mainly at her. On her beauty, on her fidelity and loyalty to her one, beloved. It is he who has chosen her, it is she who will become his queen. She is the one who will sit beside him on the throne. Come to think of it, she would have preferred his lap, but it not was ethical and polite enough to tempt the king in front of the people in such a noticeable and blasphemous manner for such a pure being, which she was.

Queen (Name) MorningStar. Doesn't that sound great?

The clock had already struck midnight. The ball on the occasion of the annual celebration of the liberation of the kingdom from the wicked paws of the former king continued in a good, elegant and quite danceable atmosphere. King Helel spoke to the highest nobility, those who had his favour, his trust. It was just a pity that there had to be so many debauched women among them.

In times such as these, many nobles and highly placed families only dreamed that their daughters could marry such a highly placed person as the King himself would be. Each dressed in a beautiful gown, ornate red, black or gold. Thinking and dreaming of being singled out for praise from the ruler. However, these colours were nothing compared to who King Helel would most like to see them on. Others might have such gowns, waists painfully compressed in ornate corsets. The necklines modestly naughtily, poorly covered. However, he was not attracted to it, for his mind and heart had long since been occupied, his one and only. His lamb, clad in black and red, whom every day and night he longed to see on his bed, in the rich silks of an immaculate bedroom. To wake up beside her and fall asleep with her in his arms as she hummed softly by his ear, stroking his head, playing with his soft long hair.

Her body, so soft, so delicate. The slightest touch of his left a mark. A symbol of his ownership, his possession. (Name) was his alone. He would do anything for her, even if it was to burn the whole cursed kingdom to ashes that the wind would blow away in a few hours.

Yet he hid so much from her, so many of his mind-sick desires of what he could do to her. To love her beyond the limits of common sense. However, he didn't want to hurt her. Not the woman who kept him sane, for whom he sacrifices himself so much by suppressing the monster inside him, who, day by day, wanted out more and more.

- My King, is the King enjoying himself? You have not danced with any of the willing girls even once. Is everything all right my King? - An elderly woman asked. A noblewoman, mother of three beautiful daughters who stood by her side. Desiring the attention, the attentions of their ruler. After all, at every ball, ceremony. The first dance, and that still with the King himself, was an extremely coveted experience for every young maiden.

- Thank you for your concern, Miss Feralled. But please don't bother with me. My first dance of this year's ball will not escape at all. - Helel said. Only for a moment looking into the face of the older woman. Immediately noticing the gazes of her three daughters on himself.

It didn't take words for him to already know what they wanted. However, he didn't want it with any of them. His gaze wandered around the room, searching for her. His future queen. His sheep like a shepherd lost in the thick of a lush clearing, looking for his one white sheep.

Until he finally found her. Come to think of it, he noticed immediately that she was nervous. Ohh my (Name)...who dared to jerk your nerves? What has happened? He thought, moving from his seat. Come on immediately stopped.

- King, I do not dare to question your resolve, but would not the King wish to capture one of my daughters for his first dance of this ball? - The older woman asked again. Stopping the King, herself clearly desperate to give her daughters away to someone so highly placed.

- Forgive me Madam, but no matter how beautiful they may be, none will be as beautiful as my wife.... - Threw Helel quickly, then disappearing into the crowd of people as quickly as possible. He heard these sighs of pure of disappointment and disbelief. After all, what wife? He gave no verdict or anything about it, no word about the girl he wanted and loved. And this was purely out of her own free will, she was the one who wanted to remain secret, but why? He didn't know that either. Though he cared little that they would now whisper. About his supposed wife. Some will believe, others will think it is a lie. But let them think what they want. No one will stand on his head as long as he is not stupid and empty.

It didn't take long for him to grab his forearm. Receiving a rather surprising reaction from her. When she jerked at him, she didn't notice it was him.

- Let me go you- H-Helel? - She quickly lowered her voice, though not fast enough to avoid receiving a slight surprised look from Helel. Even despite his ornate mask, she could still sense his eyes on her.

- Come with me (Name), we need to talk. - He said calmly, however, not giving you too much to talk about before he pulled (Name) into the hallway. With each step, you moved further and further away from the ballroom and the crowd of people enjoying themselves. Entering a balcony terrace, one of many, come this one overlooking the royal gardens.

- My lamb...who dared to upset you? - He asked, his gaze wandering over her body. She was dressed in a beautiful obsidian black gown with gold lace stitched around her waist gently compressed by a corset he had commissioned a royal seamstress to sew for her. Her shoulders gently uncovered, her bust gently visible. Her neck adorned with rich and most expensive jewels, the same as those of his bonnet, come at her as a beautiful necklace.

He was looking for inconvenience, injury and uncleanliness. It was as if he was afraid someone had touched her and he wasn't around. That thought. The thought of someone touching her in even the most delicate way. It stirred the heat in him. The anger and fury that boiled inside him.

- Helel, darling I'm not upset...let's go back to the ball - She tried to defend herself. Though she knew that her future husband knew her all too well not to catch that. He himself used lies constantly, he was good at it. And yet he was always just honest with her.

- Bollocks. You lie my lamb, your eyes, your mouth...your posture and the blood staining your cheek, say otherwise. - He said with seriousness, reaching up to touch her cheek. The blood stain staining his beloved's cheek, made him furrow his brow in the anger he felt. And as soon as she tried to grab his wrist faster to stop him, after her eyes widened. It was he who caught her.

His long slender fingers, clad in the rough but in their own way pleasant material of the glove came into contact with the skin of her tiny wrist. Which he entwined like a snake, holding it in his grasp. (Name) gasped at the movement, looking down at his hand on her wrist, and the fact that he was trapping her between himself and the marble railing didn't help. So that she didn't feel her whole body ignite in that certain needy way.

It was then that he gently touched her cheek, and instant relief enveloped him. The blood was not hers, the wound was not hers, but why the scarlet on her person?

- Will you explain yourself my dearest? Why the scarlet put on your precious skin? - He asked, tilting his head to the side to watch her carefully. She, on the other hand, averted her gaze, unwilling to say what acts she had gone to. No matter how sure she was that her King would get it out of her anyway.

- Who did you stab dearest? - He asked directly, with a slight smile appearing more and more. Watching her reactions, her one moment relaxed and the next tense body and wide eyes.

- I didn't kill anyone, I- Ahh! - Her explanation interrupted by her own squeak as he picked her up and seated her on the wall, holding one of both her legs in his strong grasp. His fingers lightly dug into her delicate but oh-so-tempting thigh skin below behind her knee, causing him to lift her leg at the level of his hip. Now only her dress covered what only he should be able to see in their bedroom. However, apart from that just at her thigh, the buckled leather belt with the dagger secured remained. As her skin and there gently stained in the blood of this or that which the blade of her dagger had caught.

- My lamb changes a predatory wolf, hm?~ Ohh darling, when you said you'd even kill someone for me I didn't think such a fragile beloved would go to such sinful acts... - His smile grew with every word as he only noticed it much more now. That tiny hidden monster in her innocent and lovely nature. Someone who would kill for another person instead of burning.

Her gaze, previously so innocent and so covered in ignorance of her own actions. But now enveloped in a kind of pride, a confidence that what she had done was right. Even if against the rules of heaven after death.

- I have no regrets, no one or no one will speak of you as their own in front of me. - She replied in the end. And seeing his smile she smiled too. Again in that innocent way of hers which is now dangerous.

- My one and only, my dearest one began to flatter what I was hiding from you. I did not think that you too, my lamb, would follow in the footsteps of your shepherd. From the bloody path to the crossroads of your greatest sinful desires... - He whispered, leaning over her. As she reached with her free hand for his mask, which was now the only barrier in the midst of their promised first dance.

- It's okay (Name), your king, your shepherd will cleanse you of the wicked blood, the victim of your sweet obsession ~ -

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Once again, from the bottom of my heart I want to apologise to this certain person for waiting so long for her order. I APOLOGISE! T wT I've had a lot going on at my place over the time and I hope you're not offended or angry with me for making you wait so long for this.... Thank you for reading!

[sharkysharkk]

Hey my bunnies! I really apologize for my inactivity and in general stagnation with orders for one-shots. I can honestly say that just as I have been struggling with my health for the fourth week only that week after numerous failed diagnoses and prescribing me those damn medications. It was only that week that I found out I was going through whooping cough.

(Literally the only damn thing I have not been vaccinated against for personal reasons.)

Once again, I apologize for my absence and stasis, and I want to apologize even more to the folks who placed orders for one-shots with me. BUT it's okay! I haven't forgotten anything, everything is in the making the only thing is I have to focus a little more on recovery now.

Sorry again bunnies you my 😣😭😔

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*sittin' cutely waiting for you to come back* hey pookie... It had been a while now... I miss u and waiting for your itha fic every single day.. 😔 (don't need to response for this tho <3)

So sorry for such a late reply! T oT

Your one-shot is in the process of so about 50% finished. Unfortunately, daily life at my place is doing its job, plus I am fighting bronchitis for the second week. I promise you my sweetie that I will try to write your order as soon as possible. ❤

Rest assured I haven't forgotten <3 sorry again for the delayed reply T oT 🌹🌹🌹

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Hiii! I rlly love your morningstar!ithaqua, i hope to see more of your ithaqua upcoming fics so... I appeared here to request! :)))

How do you think about a scenario of morningstar!ithaqua x simp!reader? :>> like, after they got in relationship he found out the reader was a little obsessing with him just like he is to them or even more than him

Pls feel free to skip this request if you weren't comfortable 'm sorry ;-;

Oh my~ It will be a pleasure to realize the writing of this. I also apologize for the delayed TwT response. ❤❤❤

Relax! I'm not uncomfortable. Sooner I have a little on my mind and I would ask you to be patient with the anticipation of this idea. But he promises to implement it! ^_^ ~

And also glad you like it, it means a lot to me! (✿ ♥‿♥)

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With pure pleasure my foxy ~ 😇

Angel's Whispers of Hell --> 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙭 𝙉𝘽!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

(I am not the author of this masterpiece ! ) Ship: Ithaqua(Helel Morningstar) x NB!Reader Notice -> Fluff/Spicy( ! Warning ! ) Request from: anonymous

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Whisper. That's all you could get out of yourself. A wronged being, through the pride and envy of human hearts in a hemorrhage of darkness bathed. An innocent angel, the purest of the pure trapped in a world of filth and filth. The sin and debauchery of the human mind.

But yet he was not alone. There was someone who rescued the angel, at a moment when hope was beginning to die more and more to the ends of the fragile line of the human mind.

His heart was flooded with sin, there was already so much blood on his hands. The hostility in his voice was overthrowing those who disobeyed him. Those who dared to dare to harm his precious angel. His light in the midst of the darkness of his broken mind. He was not sane, in his mind so many evil deeds. He tortured people, including his own brother. However, no matter how many times you saw this evil in his human heart, in your case, the demon from inside hell itself always disappeared whenever it was about you.

He loved you with all of himself, with all of his heart and body kindled to his feelings for you, he didn't want to hurt you he knew how much freedom was valued for an angel. But what was he supposed to do? He was not of sound mind, his possessiveness was however understood by you. As time went on there were days when he locked you in your room. Only to return after a few hours, pulling your body, fragile, into his arms, telling you how much he loved you and valued your presence with him. Promising so many times that he will never hurt you. He will not abandon you. He even whispered this in your ear. However, you knew that no matter how much he promised you, he was still lying.

Helel Morningstar. The man who stole Angel's heart. A mortal in love with an angel, and an angel in love with a mortal.

He was not God, Angel or any superhuman being. He could have died, you knew that. His lifeline was as fragile as any other… . So fragile and short relative to an immortal being.

★★★★

Standing at the large window, you gazed at the beauty of the white as snow disc of the shining moon. Clad in just a thin white nightgown that reached to the beginnings of your knees, given to you by your lover, a hero in your eyes and a murderer and even a tyrant in the eyes of others. Helel loved to see you in your his clothes all the more with your daily evening grooming, when you always waited for him after leaving the bathroom.

The sweet smell of warm honey, blended with the scent of his distinctive but delicate perfume.

The light of the moon disc reflected in the darkened room, illuminated only by candles. Falling into your beautiful (Eyes Color) eyes. Deep in color like the night, but as beautiful as the rising early morning. However, what was there? Drop by drop. Slowly wrapping her slightly pale, but warm and plump cheeks. The salty liquid ran slowly down your cheeks as tears spontaneously spewed out of you like a mantra of thoughts flooding your head. Your mind.

It hurt. A feeling that tormented you every time the light of the sun set behind the darkness of the earthen border.

-It hurts… - You whispered after a while, staring off into the distance of your own thoughts, which, however, were interrupted after a while by two strong arms entwining your waist and belly from behind.

Helel had only just emerged from the bathroom, and already seeing you in this state felt like the inside of his broken heart. Warmed only to you, something struck him.

-My angel, my precious (Name). Who made your eyes swim in the light of such a beautiful moon…? - He whispered directly into your ear. Causing your body to shiver no small amount.

His breath was so hot, just like his body warmed from the heat of the water and the flames warming the bedroom room. He smelled the same as he did every time, the scent of his pleasant perfume enveloping your nose making me squint my eyes slightly, tilting my head back in a feeling of innocent pleasure. However, I did not speak in response, remaining silent for the moments he clung his body to yours. Providing you with comfort and security in his strong arms. After all, he was the one who carried the great halberd effortlessly as his most precious weapon.

-(Name), speak to me angel ~ - He mussed your earlobe with his lips.

He teased you lightly wanting to comfort you in this way too. Not wanting to see your face weeping.

-It hurts Helel…your lies hurt me so much… - You don't even know why you whispered as when he did so directly into your ear as he tucked you in.

Your words startled him slightly as he tightened his grip on your waist in a slight way. Resting his chin on your shoulder as he bent down slightly to you so that he could even look slightly at your pretty face in this way.

-My angel, what are you talking about now? What lies…? What is the matter? - He asked, but at the moment without a smile.

-An angel in love with a mortal…a mortal in love with an angel…Helel you are hurting me, hurting me, and more than any other people around me… - You whispered through the tears now again increasingly pouring out of your eyes like invisible rain outside the window.

The pain was nothing more than a reflex. Fear of rejection, but in this case, however, not the kind at which your other half simply abandons you for another. This fear was of inexorable death, which, relative to the King, was getting closer to knocking on that door.

After all, he was not immortal, and death was the only thing that could separate them. God's judgment, with such a sinful soul, Helel deserved hell. A place from which you would not be able to save him. Not if you were the purest of the purest angels in the heavenly world.

-Falling in love with you, is for me like a cage from which I am unable to escape… not without breaking my heart, which beats only for you…. - You whispered, after a while closing your eyelids. Letting more, maybe even the last tears slowly fall from your eyelids.

However, that didn't happen, being held back by a certain hand that was large compared to you, which brushed away the salty tears and wrapped around your right cheek leaving a pleasant and warm trace, which after a moment of understanding you simply snuggled into.

-Let me clear your mind my angel, love you with all of myself. With your body and mind. Let me… - He whispered, when after a while his hand from your cheek headed slowly downward. Only to land on your petite and delicate neck.

He wrapped his light embrace around it fully. Just as easily, however, it brought out the sweet, sound of your shuddering breath. When the angel's eyelids themselves lightly fluttered like angel wings hidden behind magic.

-Let me write sin on your body…and death will not even separate us. Hell does not frighten me, as long as I have you with me, my sweet angelic treasure…. ~ - He muttered in a half whisper into your ear. Only to receive in response again your slightly trembling breath.

He took those quiet gasps as a response as well. As he turned you to face him, resting your feather-light body against the cool, smooth glass of the large window. Pressing his slightly chapped by years and conditions lips to yours. So soft and tender, sweet and warm. Only starting a beautiful dance of sweet passion and the very beginnings of pleasure.

He dominated every path, on every road he stole your breath. He devoured you, but this time not with his eyes piercing in mirth and desire, but with his touch. Bit by bit, minute by minute, he felt you warm up more and more and your ever-beating heart began to beat more and more. Louder and clearer. And this was solely due to him.

He pulled away from your lips after one long moment, ending only for that moment the sweet and sinful dance between you, but beginning another. When in one swift moment his hands caught your thighs, pulling your shirt up exposing you fully to him at the ass. Your ass was clearly visible against his strong hands as soon as he lifted you up. Leaning you against the glass at the moment imprisoning you between it and his strong body.

Only to steal your speech again the moment he kissed you again. However, this time briefly as his lips found the trail leading to your neck. While doing so, he entangled his long and deft fingers in your hair from the side of your occiput. Pulling you unexpectedly by the hair to make you tilt your head back. Exposing himself fully with his neck that was as clean as untouched parchment, which after just a moment was drenched in many kisses, bites but also traces of his lipstick.

He had planned it, canny as a fox. He didn't wash off his lipstick after the bath, but that was to be expected after how much he loved to leave those maroon-dark marks on your body.

-H-Helel…~ Wait…we can't…. m-mmm!~ - He didn't let you finish when his wolf-like sharp fangs pierced your delicate skin at the side of your neck.

-Shh..~ I will not let my angel suffer because of me, hell will be ours when we are together forever…~ - His voice like a whisper echoed in your head as you repeated like a mantra his words even through the whisper escaping from your lips.

The whispers of the Angel, like a prayer directed toward your side. The sin flooded into your arms, bathed, however, in the pure pleasure and sweetness of the touch of his mortal lover.

Even death..will not separate us…A-Ah?! - The sweetness of your scream was like a serenade to the ears of the man who led you. As his hands wandered under your nightgown just after he wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing himself with his taut crotch against your naked innocent region.

Only the material of his thin clothes separated you. So did the depths of hell just after his death in a deal with his beloved angel, who surrendered his innocence to the deadly hands of the sin of lust itself.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

I really apologize to that certain person who asked me for this one-shot. TwT took me a long time for which I am very sorry, but however, life and responsibilities do their job. <3

[sharkysharkk]

Angel's Whispers of Hell --> 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙭 𝙉𝘽!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

(I am not the author of this masterpiece ! ) Ship: Ithaqua(Helel Morningstar) x NB!Reader Notice -> Fluff/Spicy( ! Warning ! ) Request from: anonymous

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Whisper. That's all you could get out of yourself. A wronged being, through the pride and envy of human hearts in a hemorrhage of darkness bathed. An innocent angel, the purest of the pure trapped in a world of filth and filth. The sin and debauchery of the human mind.

But yet he was not alone. There was someone who rescued the angel, at a moment when hope was beginning to die more and more to the ends of the fragile line of the human mind.

His heart was flooded with sin, there was already so much blood on his hands. The hostility in his voice was overthrowing those who disobeyed him. Those who dared to dare to harm his precious angel. His light in the midst of the darkness of his broken mind. He was not sane, in his mind so many evil deeds. He tortured people, including his own brother. However, no matter how many times you saw this evil in his human heart, in your case, the demon from inside hell itself always disappeared whenever it was about you.

He loved you with all of himself, with all of his heart and body kindled to his feelings for you, he didn't want to hurt you he knew how much freedom was valued for an angel. But what was he supposed to do? He was not of sound mind, his possessiveness was however understood by you. As time went on there were days when he locked you in your room. Only to return after a few hours, pulling your body, fragile, into his arms, telling you how much he loved you and valued your presence with him. Promising so many times that he will never hurt you. He will not abandon you. He even whispered this in your ear. However, you knew that no matter how much he promised you, he was still lying.

Helel Morningstar. The man who stole Angel's heart. A mortal in love with an angel, and an angel in love with a mortal.

He was not God, Angel or any superhuman being. He could have died, you knew that. His lifeline was as fragile as any other… . So fragile and short relative to an immortal being.

★★★★

Standing at the large window, you gazed at the beauty of the white as snow disc of the shining moon. Clad in just a thin white nightgown that reached to the beginnings of your knees, given to you by your lover, a hero in your eyes and a murderer and even a tyrant in the eyes of others. Helel loved to see you in your his clothes all the more with your daily evening grooming, when you always waited for him after leaving the bathroom.

The sweet smell of warm honey, blended with the scent of his distinctive but delicate perfume.

The light of the moon disc reflected in the darkened room, illuminated only by candles. Falling into your beautiful (Eyes Color) eyes. Deep in color like the night, but as beautiful as the rising early morning. However, what was there? Drop by drop. Slowly wrapping her slightly pale, but warm and plump cheeks. The salty liquid ran slowly down your cheeks as tears spontaneously spewed out of you like a mantra of thoughts flooding your head. Your mind.

It hurt. A feeling that tormented you every time the light of the sun set behind the darkness of the earthen border.

-It hurts… - You whispered after a while, staring off into the distance of your own thoughts, which, however, were interrupted after a while by two strong arms entwining your waist and belly from behind.

Helel had only just emerged from the bathroom, and already seeing you in this state felt like the inside of his broken heart. Warmed only to you, something struck him.

-My angel, my precious (Name). Who made your eyes swim in the light of such a beautiful moon…? - He whispered directly into your ear. Causing your body to shiver no small amount.

His breath was so hot, just like his body warmed from the heat of the water and the flames warming the bedroom room. He smelled the same as he did every time, the scent of his pleasant perfume enveloping your nose making me squint my eyes slightly, tilting my head back in a feeling of innocent pleasure. However, I did not speak in response, remaining silent for the moments he clung his body to yours. Providing you with comfort and security in his strong arms. After all, he was the one who carried the great halberd effortlessly as his most precious weapon.

-(Name), speak to me angel ~ - He mussed your earlobe with his lips.

He teased you lightly wanting to comfort you in this way too. Not wanting to see your face weeping.

-It hurts Helel…your lies hurt me so much… - You don't even know why you whispered as when he did so directly into your ear as he tucked you in.

Your words startled him slightly as he tightened his grip on your waist in a slight way. Resting his chin on your shoulder as he bent down slightly to you so that he could even look slightly at your pretty face in this way.

-My angel, what are you talking about now? What lies…? What is the matter? - He asked, but at the moment without a smile.

-An angel in love with a mortal…a mortal in love with an angel…Helel you are hurting me, hurting me, and more than any other people around me… - You whispered through the tears now again increasingly pouring out of your eyes like invisible rain outside the window.

The pain was nothing more than a reflex. Fear of rejection, but in this case, however, not the kind at which your other half simply abandons you for another. This fear was of inexorable death, which, relative to the King, was getting closer to knocking on that door.

After all, he was not immortal, and death was the only thing that could separate them. God's judgment, with such a sinful soul, Helel deserved hell. A place from which you would not be able to save him. Not if you were the purest of the purest angels in the heavenly world.

-Falling in love with you, is for me like a cage from which I am unable to escape… not without breaking my heart, which beats only for you…. - You whispered, after a while closing your eyelids. Letting more, maybe even the last tears slowly fall from your eyelids.

However, that didn't happen, being held back by a certain hand that was large compared to you, which brushed away the salty tears and wrapped around your right cheek leaving a pleasant and warm trace, which after a moment of understanding you simply snuggled into.

-Let me clear your mind my angel, love you with all of myself. With your body and mind. Let me… - He whispered, when after a while his hand from your cheek headed slowly downward. Only to land on your petite and delicate neck.

He wrapped his light embrace around it fully. Just as easily, however, it brought out the sweet, sound of your shuddering breath. When the angel's eyelids themselves lightly fluttered like angel wings hidden behind magic.

-Let me write sin on your body…and death will not even separate us. Hell does not frighten me, as long as I have you with me, my sweet angelic treasure…. ~ - He muttered in a half whisper into your ear. Only to receive in response again your slightly trembling breath.

He took those quiet gasps as a response as well. As he turned you to face him, resting your feather-light body against the cool, smooth glass of the large window. Pressing his slightly chapped by years and conditions lips to yours. So soft and tender, sweet and warm. Only starting a beautiful dance of sweet passion and the very beginnings of pleasure.

He dominated every path, on every road he stole your breath. He devoured you, but this time not with his eyes piercing in mirth and desire, but with his touch. Bit by bit, minute by minute, he felt you warm up more and more and your ever-beating heart began to beat more and more. Louder and clearer. And this was solely due to him.

He pulled away from your lips after one long moment, ending only for that moment the sweet and sinful dance between you, but beginning another. When in one swift moment his hands caught your thighs, pulling your shirt up exposing you fully to him at the ass. Your ass was clearly visible against his strong hands as soon as he lifted you up. Leaning you against the glass at the moment imprisoning you between it and his strong body.

Only to steal your speech again the moment he kissed you again. However, this time briefly as his lips found the trail leading to your neck. While doing so, he entangled his long and deft fingers in your hair from the side of your occiput. Pulling you unexpectedly by the hair to make you tilt your head back. Exposing himself fully with his neck that was as clean as untouched parchment, which after just a moment was drenched in many kisses, bites but also traces of his lipstick.

He had planned it, canny as a fox. He didn't wash off his lipstick after the bath, but that was to be expected after how much he loved to leave those maroon-dark marks on your body.

-H-Helel…~ Wait…we can't…. m-mmm!~ - He didn't let you finish when his wolf-like sharp fangs pierced your delicate skin at the side of your neck.

-Shh..~ I will not let my angel suffer because of me, hell will be ours when we are together forever…~ - His voice like a whisper echoed in your head as you repeated like a mantra his words even through the whisper escaping from your lips.

The whispers of the Angel, like a prayer directed toward your side. The sin flooded into your arms, bathed, however, in the pure pleasure and sweetness of the touch of his mortal lover.

Even death..will not separate us…A-Ah?! - The sweetness of your scream was like a serenade to the ears of the man who led you. As his hands wandered under your nightgown just after he wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing himself with his taut crotch against your naked innocent region.

Only the material of his thin clothes separated you. So did the depths of hell just after his death in a deal with his beloved angel, who surrendered his innocence to the deadly hands of the sin of lust itself.

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I really apologize to that certain person who asked me for this one-shot. TwT took me a long time for which I am very sorry, but however, life and responsibilities do their job. <3

[sharkysharkk]

Literally being around her during the Philosopher's Stone run, I experienced it more than she did !!!!!!

I FELT LIKE DOING A FLIP OUT THE WINDOW XD

@zuruthekitsune 👆

HE ATE MY MONEY... 250 PULLS.... (YES I CHANGED LANGUAGE TO GET SOME LUCK BUT NUH UH) 😭😭

[sharkysharkk]

Commission

My friend's pets <3

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[sharkysharkk]

𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖. 𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕪, 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟.

𝔸 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕪.

THIS IS MY PROJECT!

The world I'm creating, the universe I'm refining. It's such a small dream of mine.

Maybe someday when I find free time and there are people willing to learn about my world, I will put more posts about it.

If you are curious, boldly ask!

[sharkysharkk]

Hi, itʼs me again! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o I did not expect such a quick response, for which I thank you! *^__^*

And I'm looking forward to it! (○｀ 3′○)

So I am taking my brain cells to work ~ 😄😄😏

[sharkysharkk]

Hi! o((>ω< ))o I liked your one shot and would like to ask if you could write a one shot with Helel? Reader can be any gender so that you would be comfortable \^o^/ And if it could be more you know.... spicy? (>///﹏///<)

Welcome (^///^) I'm very glad that you liked my one shot 🥰 And also I'd love to receive your request and try to make it appear as soon as possible! 🤗

Thank you for your time my bunny ~

[sharkysharkk]

He looks so handsome~

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[sharkysharkk]

Thank you to all the wonderful people who today made me smile so hard! 🩵🩷🩵🩷

The army of Ithaqua has taken over the server!

And along the way found 🌹MorningStar🌹

[sharkysharkk]

𝕄𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕪 ~ - Ithaqua x Reader

This is my first written request! I apologize in advance for all grammatical and other errors. English is not my national language.

Ship: Ithaqua x Reader

Request from: zuruthekitsune

Notice -> Anxiety/fluff

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Lakeside village.

One of a number of fairly large maps used to play in duo mode. The map ranked first in terms of its size, followed closely by the smaller Moon River Park, the second largest map among the three. Just behind it is the smallest Eversleeping Town, perhaps the most mysterious and shrouded in a fog of uncertainty, with its once-accessible school and corridors of unkempt streets. What happened there that the Baron has blocked off those places? No one knows yet, and is unlikely to find out anytime soon.

Today's match, the biggest stress and fear among all the other new survivors just took place on one of these three maps. The village by the lake, it was today's map drawn as if on a wheel of fortune by the drawing system, including the survivors. And also the hunter.

Emily, the only doctor in residence.

Helen, a seemingly blind maiden with a stick for assurance, yet smart enough that even despite her blindness, repairing the cipher machine was no problem for her.

Norton, on the surface a rather quiet guy seeming to be an observer, yet coming from the veteran class in residence. One of a few of the best chairmen of the hunter, as well as rescuers of his friends from the chairs.

Well, and last what a new acquisition of the residence. (Y.N). A freshman whose life in of the hunter can only be saved by a plea to god not to become the first of the hunter target. A young girl, equipped only with her not too large but old bass flute, which itself, despite its age and her father's former use of it, continued to sound as beautiful as before. However, what's the use to her of a flute if she wouldn't be able to play it while running?

Melody would only lose her charm and enchantment more with each step through breathlessness. After all, the girl was of frail stature, she wouldn't have a chance to last too long with constant running.

Even more so under stress and anxiety, let alone the pain inflicted on her by an unmerciful hunter.

The girl's luck, however, was to wake up by the shed, which she even ran into immediately. Just to hope that the hunter wouldn't think someone might be in the shed right now, much less notice her. The flute player's skills, were not at all easy. By playing her flute, she was able to accelerate her process of deciphering the machine, including giving that acceleration to other members of her team through the sound of the melody coming out of the instrument. With the only risk, of being detected by a hunter.

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My fingers moved across the keys of the old typewriter in a calm but focused manner. Who would have thought that cipher machines, would be so much like those old typewriters used by journalists, newspapers and also banks and writers. However, the difference was that this typewriter was attached to a strange box as well as an offshoot metal pole with a light bulb at the top, the light of which became brighter and brighter the closer you got to finishing deciphering it.

However, my attention, directed at the machine, did not last too long, as soon as a bell sounded across the map, suggesting that the hunter had caught the first person. Only after a brief shock from the rapidly spreading sound did I manage to look at the watch on my wrist. On it were four gray dots, but however, this time one from the prospector was a slowly charging red dot. In one small moment, I felt quite a shock and fear pass through my whole body. Norton was hard to catch. The man was quite canny and clever, his run in with the hunter always lasting until the very end of the match, or at least until the last two machines were left, but not just four of five. His fall came as a shock to me and the lack of knowledge regarding who the hunter was made the adrenaline in my veins began to flow twice as fast as before. Don't get me wrong in spite of everything I was feeling considerable stress. However, the knowledge that we had Norton on the team only calmed me down slightly. After all, I was still only a freshman in the middle, the whole brutal game.

After only less than a moment, the watch on my wrist, gave off another quiet vibration. In doing so, it showed my location along with that of the Prospector, who was now sitting in the chair. I was the closest… and that made really scared at the moment. However, leaving Norton could only have a bad effect on the outcome of the match. So, after not a long moment, I left the machine just after giving her the percentage of finish on the watch.

Norton was sitting in a chair just near the gate by the shed, but what really bothered me was the lack of a hunter beside him. No beating heart. Nothing. Silence, in the midst of the Prospector shallow breaths.

-Norton! - I called out to him quietly, approaching him quickly, but nevertheless remaining vigilant. After all, a hunter could always come back if he wanted to.

-(Y.N)…? No. (Y.N), leave me. Get away from here - Whispered Norton. This time no longer looking at one blind spot. And at me. However, despite his objections, I released him from the chair anyway. Only to catch the poor Prospector, who was not quite limping. He was out of breath again because of his asthma.

-(Y.N)..ugh. It doesn't make sense, leave me…. run away from here, he will only come here -

-Norton I will not leave you. We can't give up - I didn't listen to him, not even knowing why Norton so suddenly went from being a confident man to completely giving up.

-Freshman, we're playing against the Night's Watch… - As soon as those last two words came out of his mouth, I froze in place as my heart, instead, by itself and not by the presence of the hunter, beat harder.

Night Watch. He was as much a new hunter as I was a survivor, but he managed to build his reputation really fast. A merciless, wily fox. Quick and brutal in his attacks. While at the same time evoking no small amount of goosebumps whenever he used his skills. Norton's words only just awakened my awareness that, after all, no one had yet managed to escape from the Night's Watch. He was like a hunting predator, he will not let his prey escape from him like that without any reason.

I wanted to turn to Norton again, to take him to a safer place anyway, as well as to treat him from the wounds inflicted on him by the Night Watch. Only to be pushed away quite suddenly by him.

-Run! - Norton called out to me. Trying to still get away from me so as not to expose me, as I didn't even realize that our hearts, quite rapidly began to beat.

In an instant, I saw what I really never wanted to see. I never wanted to see one of my team members fall to the ground, stunned by the hunter right above him. Oh it was him, in the flesh. The Night Watch. Hiding behind his devilish mask. Effortlessly wielding a check as well as walking in a slightly slanted position on stilts, oh no one would likely want to accidentally or purposely get stepped on by this hunter.

I don't even know why, but even Norton's shouts directed at me did not reach my head. Just witnessing how the hunter, annoyed by the loud shouts, without mercy pierces the man's leg with his stilts, to then finally look in my direction after silencing him.

A cold sweat doused me from head to toe as soon as those neon glowing blue eyes of his at the mask, bore into my figure as if I were his next victim, which I nevertheless was. However, to my surprise, he did not move towards me.

And only watched me. And Norton just below him bled more and more. Merciless.

Awareness came to me more and more. The knowledge that I was playing against one of the most brutal hunters infused my head with poison, a toxin of fear mixed fear and anxiety. With each successive sending off by the hunter, another member of my team.

The last one was Helen, who clearly through her watch told me not to go near her. So my only salvation was to find a trapdoor, somewhere located right on the map in the field. An underground passage that would keep me safe and my head cool, amidst my increasingly aching lungs. He was chasing me. I knew it. Even though I couldn't see him anywhere near me.

My hope was dying more and more, only to be suddenly hit on the head by the sight of the open flap of the underground passage.

Looking around once more, I finally ran out, with little hope that I could jump into the finally coveted quiet place without the thought that I might be caught right away. Oh, how foolish I was.

-Little lamb I don't want to play anymore?~ - This sudden voice made my head spin. And my heart pounded as a frosty breeze enveloped my frail figure in an embrace. Only for me to be violently pulled away from the only way of escape at the moment.

To just after that I felt male arms catch me from behind, without the slightest problem embracing me and holding me in an iron grip.

-No one has run away from me yet. And you won't be the first, little lamb. - His voice leaked through me like venom, but it did not cause pain, only a shudder.

But this voice was different, completely different from the way he laughed out loud or giggled meanly.

-Let me go! Let me go! - I jerked in his grasp, as if my life depended on it.

Since it depends on this right now, end he may not have knocked me down or hit me, only caught and held me. Just after a while too, easily catching and holding my hands at the wrists. Thanks to which he now gave me a better view as well as a reason not to struggle better in his grasp. The sight of his gloved hands and also the attached iron shiny slightly claws. It made it clear that if I really didn't want to accidentally cut the veins on my wrists, I'd better not jerk.

Even more so the moment one of his hands embraced my waist. Lifting me up easily. In such a way that I wouldn't touch the ground with my feet. And all she saw were his stilts, which themselves were now covered in blood and mud by the conditions that prevailed on this map.

However, now, the position I was in was of little concern to me now. After what words of the hunter spoken directly into my ear.

-Good, clever girl ~ Maybe this time it will be for me that you will play your lovely melody? Hm? - I didn't even realize when the Night Watch pulled off her mask, or just picked it up for herself, when a quiet and low murmur was directed directly to my ear.

And I could have really saved myself from sending to Helena a percentage of faster decoding.

-Did you lose your tongue sheepishly? ~ - He asked again, come this time his voice caused a shudder in my body, completely different and on top of that strange for me.

-Lovely frightened sheep ~ - In an instant he tightened his grip on me.

Only to then turn towards the shed. Pulling away, and me, away from the only way of my escape.

-I want to hear your melody, little one. And no matter how many times you beg me, I will listen to it ~ - And I could have given today's match to someone else after all.

My god...

[sharkysharkk]

Baby gimmie one-shot. I just want to read something with Ithaqua ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) Can be smut, can be fluff, write whatever you want~ ❤️

Okay!

In that case we will see what my fingers ill transfer to my screen. Your request has been saved.

I sincerely ask for your patience ♡´･ᴗ･`♡.