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Ohohohoho on the topic of Yandere Arcana, I really just want some good old Nadia mommy kink

Ohohoho~ Fuck YES! Headcanons for the arcana mummy!

nsfw, Nadia gets right to the sexual part of the kink! But like... soft!

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-Nadia definitely has a mommy kink, absolutely! She’s a very, very soft mummy: she loves relaxing with her baby somewhere quiet and peaceful on the rare break she takes from her numerous duties and constant overly undepth planning for Vesuvia’s infrastructure and economic prosperity (and her darlings... everything)

-Whenever Nadia feels a tension headache coming on, she likes to try and stave it away by relaxing with her darling. She always takes you to the same place each time she feels this way- its almost like a designated playroom. She prefers to keep her bedroom tastes with you a secret- so the room itself is actually quite sparse, only a wooden chest containing your outfits, and a smaller box buried underneath the layers of silk and soft linen inside the rooms main feature: a massive alcove that catches sunlight from the massive floor to ceiling windows.

-Nadia really appreciates taking a moment to dote and cuddle her little one in the massive, silk adorned alcove while sunlight streams in, and a light breeze cools the sunny room. It not only helps her relax from her own duties but (she feels) helps you relax! At least, it could.

-Having her little one be well behaved for mummy by lying down on the sheets and cuddling up, making cute little noises, and not trying to stand up again- mummy already bought you some very cute booties (that have blunt spikes in the soles- not enough to break the skin so long as you don’t try putting your full weight on either of your feet), but if she needs to put you in a thigh spreader she will!

-Nadia almost likes the look of the wooden spreader between your thighs, the underwear shaped gear cradling your cute behind! But you often complained that your legs and behind were sore afterwards from the stiff wood making sitting after a long time painful, let alone how sore your legs seemed to get from spreading right at the joint of your pelvis. You cant even walk hours after using it!

-But little ones as small as you don’t need to walk anywhere anyways! You just need mummy to stroke your hair, kiss your face, and play with you. What do you want to play with, little one? Mummy’s got soft plushies or a cute rattle that shows coloured beads when you shake it! Or maybe you’d like mummy to play with you in a different way...

-She could gently finger your entrance, and stroke your most sensitive part until you cum! Or mummy could tease your chest, give little licks and nibbles on your thighs before sucking and bobbing her head up at you without stopping until the sheets are soaked in sweat from how many times you’ve cum, your mind practically shattered from such strong re-enforcement that you are mummys little one, and make such adorable baby babble! That’s much more becoming of her little one: making squeaky-pitched whimpers and gasping noises, wiggling your hips, and babbling out for your mummy while making grabby hands for her.

-Of course, with her darling little one making grabby hands and begging for mummy, Nadia will have to oblige her spoiled baby! You’re so cute, wanting to hug mummy after playtime! Gently shushing you, Nadia will press your face into her chest as she coo’s at you (maybe even praising you for being a good baby if you hug her tighter or suckle her chest), shushing you from your overstimulation into a comfortable sleep as the two of you continue to bask in the warm sunlight and comfortable breeze of the alcove.

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deep-dox · 4 years ago

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I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter nine.

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really

Tags: @dopeyouth @theymakemegayer @save-me-the-last-dance @poppysmc (If anyone want to be tagged in, just tell me)

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so… i’m sorry fo the grammar errors. I also installed recently Grammary, so… hope its worth it.

CHAPTERS

Chapter eight

ONE-SHOTS

Just a dance (Zoey x MC)

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“Zoey, please… Can we just talk about this?”

Beck asked, sounding tired but worried while sitting in the common room. Their eyes glued to the other girl passing back and forth inside the kitchen, pretending to be alright as she made some tea to herself. Even Pepes knew something was off, that little ugly face looked at her with those sad cute eyes as if he was grounded because of something he didn’t understand.

"Talk about what exactly?“ Zoey stopped for a second to look at them, she was pissed, the tension over her shoulders was like concrete. "About how you always manage to take my warnings and toss them in the trash? The way you keep going on and playing with fire over and over again despite my attempts to keep you safe? Whatever Beck, is your life.”

They closed their eyes for a second, breathing deep. This problem started the moment Zoey saw Poppy in the room with Beck a few moments ago, and while the Queen B left almost immediately after that because of some business back at the shelter, Beck could feel their roommate’s disagreement so thick and still in the air that they could almost cut it with a knife.

"Why are you so mad about it, anyway?“ Beck asked, feeling a bit upset. "I get that you don’t like her and all, but…”

"I don’t trust her, Beck.“ She replied sharply. "She’s mean, she’s selfish, she’s a spoiled brat who is not up to something good and you’re falling into her web. She’s gonna use you the moment she has the chance and throw you aside when she’s tired!”

Something inside Beck snapped at that. Yes, they definitely did understand where that came from, for all they knew, Poppy made Zoey’s life hell since day one, treating her badly constantly. Even Beck was once a victim of the blonde’s anger and resentment during their first months in Belvoire, so much so that Beck thought she was naturally mean and a complete bitch. But, somehow, they had a chance that maybe nobody had before, to get to know her, and slowly they began to see that- maybe she wasn’t a born-bitch, maybe she didn’t know another way. Maybe she wasn’t taught better. Something on their chest knew that, deep down, Poppy wasn’t that bad at all.

"How-how can you know that?!“ Beck said, standing on their feet. They didn’t like a bit the way Zoey was talking about the strawberry blonde. She wasn’t there every single time Poppy showed them how much she cared about them, how kind and attentive she could be every time they were alone, and Beck was tired of all these misjudgments. "She can be mean and cruel sometimes, but it doesn’t mean she has something planned to hurt me! I like her, a lot. And I think she likes me too. Why can’t you be happy for me just this time?”

To their surprise, Zoey scoffed sarcastically, as if she couldn’t believe exactly that.

"How can you be so naive, Beck? Do you think someone like Poppy is into someone like…"

She stopped abruptly, realizing how bad it might sound.

"Like me?“ Beck asked suddenly, feeling hurt. All the times they heard people say shit like that, every single mockery and awful stares came back to their memory, making their chest hurt. The way Zoey looked at them broke Beck a little more.

"Beck… I didn’t mean it like that…”

And they knew, Zoey would never say something to hurt them about being trans, but Beck couldn’t help but feel a hit in the stomach. They latched their fists and looked down, clenching his jaw, waiting for her to speak before they let all their anger out.

"What I meant to say is… “ Zoey walked towards them, stopping until both were face to face. "She has been awful to you all this time and suddenly, one day to another she treats you right? You are different from her… In a good way, you’re kind, talented, and down to earth. I’m just afraid you’ll fall into her claws and come to be like her, or worse… That she’d hurt you badly…”

"I don’t need your protection, Zoey" Beck said, feeling tired of being treated like some fragile being who needs to be protected. “I need you to trust me. Poppy has made some mistakes… But I know she cares about me. I know it! I can feel it every time we’re together…”

Zoey remained silent as if she was processing every word Beck said. In the meantime, Pepes jumped over their legs asking to be held, Beck took him carefully in their arms and snuggled him against them trying not to hurt their rib as they felt him curl up with a whimper.

"I know, Pepes… Poppy’s a whole different person to you too.“

Just at that moment, Zoey rested her arms around Beck, hugging them by the hips.

"Beck, you know this goodie-Poppy better than anyone else on campus at least, so tell me… What do you think she feels about you?”

"I think she wants me,“ Beck said, petting Pepes’ head softly. That wasn’t even a question to think about, it only took them a minute to bring back all the moments together, every time Beck could feel Poppy’s concern and protective side… Zoey had a point, but Beck decided to bet on Poppy’s good side no matter what. "She really wants me, Zoey. She has proven that to me in her way.”

"Ok, next question. The real question. The one that matters.“ Beck could feel her taking a deep breath as if she were preparing herself to hear something she didn’t want to listen to. "How do you feel about her?

"I…” Beck thought about all those moments together, how that caramel eyes made them shiver, every time Poppy managed to take their breath away, her touch, her smile, gosh, even their fights, and that thunder-like personality she had… “I want to be with her. She really makes me feel something special, Zoey. This thing between us is challenging, thrilling, and keeps me on my toes but it can be a good thing… I truly like her.”

For a moment, Beck noticed Zoey’s face fall for a second, defeated; but then, she pulled on a smile.

"Well, if you trust her… I can trust her as well.“

Beck couldn’t really believe that. Was she serious?

"Do you really mean that?”

"Why wouldn’t I?“ Zoey simply said. "I may still be skeptical of Poppy behavior, but I trust you, Beck. You’re a one of a kind.” Zoey sat down on the couch, slinging her feet up on the coffee table.

Pepes barked happily as if he could understand the massive step Zoey just made, and jumped right to her legs, licking her face as excited as Beck would do it if they were a dog.

"No, stop it! You’re ruining my makeup!“ Zoey laughed while Beck did the same, defiled by the scene. "You are so cute I actually forgive you for chewing on my Valentino pumps, you little monster.” She scooped him up and placed him on her lap before turning her attention back to Beck. “‘Kay, here’s what you’re gonna do about Poppy.”

"Take her on a date?“ Beck asked, resulting in a giggle coming from Zoey’s lips.

"I love when we do this whole telepathy thing.”

"Really? It scares the shit out of me sometimes…“ They said joking around. "Like that one time when…!”

And because of that telepathic bound, Zoey didn’t even let them finish that sentence, waving her hands in Beck’s face while a red color crossed her cheeks.

"Uh-uh-uh… We swore not to talk about it!“

Yep, they both swore that. Sometimes, being roommates was a door to discover a lot of things about the other that may or may not be expected… at all.

"Anyway…” Zoey continued. “You’re going to take Poppy on a date. A real date. We all already know her lifestyle, but it’s time to let her know about yours. To get to know you. And if you’re really willing to trust her… You need to tell her about Bree.” Beck looked away, biting the insides of their cheek. That actually made their heart jump with a little bit of fear. “That’s the only way she’ll be able to find out where her head is at and what your limits are.”

Pepes lunged for Zoey’s fingers, but she snatched them back just in time.

“Not the manicure.” She said angrily, making him off to go to break something maybe. Beck followed him with their eyes, feeling actually amused by the interactions, secretly loving that love-hate relationship Zoey and Pepes had, it was quite funny. “Quit smiling, Beck. It’s not funny.”

“Oh, come on…!”

“Back to Poppy.” She quickly said, avoiding Beck’s jokes about how she would rather have a broken finger than a broken nail. “You have to show her what’s going to happen if she dates Beck, if she wants it or not, is up to her. Just remember one thing: you are totally worth it and priceless. No more underestimating you. Trust me, there’s a ton of ladies who would gladly take her place.”

Zoey smiled at them with a subtle hint Beck couldn’t fully place quite right, but they didn’t read too much into it, their mind was off, planning a lot of ideas for the date. There were a ton of possibilities for hot dates, but almost everything was so New York-ish that Poppy could do them with any person. Zoey was right, they needed to show her their true self, they had to open up to her…

And frankly, that was really scary.

So Beck took a deep breath and started typing on the phone.

Beck:

Hey. Wanna hang out?

Ok, that was it. Beck had to admit it, it was always Poppy, the one who made the plans, he wasn’t fully interested nor ready at the time, like… really, who would ever want to date their bully? But now things had changed and so did the dynamic.

Poison Poppy:

Missing me already?

Beck snorted, but a second message came in.

Poison Poppy:

I’m not surprised, tho

I knew you were obsessed with me. Happens a lot.

Beck:

Take it easy, baby girl. It’s just a walk. Don’t read too much into it.

It was definitely a date, but they refused to let her win this one over; Beck could be as hard to get like her.

Poison Poppy:

Ew, don’t you ever call me like that ever again.

Aren’t you supposed to be resting?

Beck:

Is that a “no”?

Poppy saw the message but then went off-line. That actually scared Beck a little, because even though they knew she was busy at the shelter, their nerves kept on saying she wasn’t as thrilled as them to hang out, maybe they should’ve waited until Poppy told them she wanted a date or something, but again, where was their initiative? They were interested, so they needed it to show her what they wanted. “Relax, you were fine.” Beck said to them, even though their heart was beating fast. The Poppy Min-Sinclair effect. So they spend a little too much time reading the whole conversation, was something they said? There were no signs of anything, it was actually a normal-flirty conversation… right?

Sooner rather than later, the typing sign showed up, alarming Beck. Quickly, they tapped the menu button just to get out of the chat. They definitely did not want her to think they were waiting for her reply… even though they were.

Poison Poppy:

I just don’t want to make something to worsen your rib. I didn’t pay a doctor to go to waste.

Same old Poppy, Imma right?

Beck:

It’s going to be low-key, I promise. Does tomorrow morning works for you?

Poison Poppy:

See you then, tushi face 😉

Beck let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding, as the realization of what was happening hit them loud in their chest. Beck asked the Queen of Belvoire, their old enemy, the one and only Poppy Min-Sinclair for a date. And she said yes.

“Well… here goes nothing….”

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