#PRECISELY YESSS

[tangledinink]

Every now and then, as a long-time Mythology Nerd, I find myself wondering which of the Gemini twins is which. Which twin is Castor; confident, scrappy, crawled out of the afterlife through brotherly love - and which one is Pollux; loyal, strong, persistent enough to gain a favour from Zeus and split his immortality with his brother.

And I don't know if the myth is even relevant to the AU at all, but the fact that they're both Gemini - both being Castor and Pollux, both fiercely loyal and protective, both so dedicated to each other's well-being that they forsake their own - absolutely shatters my little nerd heart constantly. I love them? I'm going to cry? They deserve the world?

Like... They're both little gremlin children and they both care about each other so so much and they'd both make a deal with God for the other in a heartbeat.

And that just??? Means so much to me. And I love this AU so very much.

Anyway this has been the Mythology Nerd Hour, thank you for hosting my TED talk.

Hiccups. Points. YEAH. YES. EXACTLY,,, I LOVE THIS THIS IS A GOOD TAKE,,,

[pixlokita]

For the discord 😔

[toucheholland23]

Mer AU doodles!

[hoshigray]

Can you write a choso x reader, where the reader is a switch and choso is one as well? But the concept is they are both fighting for dominance, until someone yields? 😇😇😇

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: pfft, this is lowkey funny but cool

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso x switch! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - implied relationship - prone bone + amazon positions - kissing - pet names (baby, darling, honey, sweetie) - multiple orgasms - .

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

What do you get when you put two switches in a room?

“—Ohooo, fuhuuck, Chosooo!”

“Hnnm! Yeah, you like that, baby?” 

Well, let’s look and find out shall we? 

You and your boyfriend are both switches — that’s a fact known to both of you. Whether either you or him are dom-leaning or sub-leaning depends on the day and mood. There have been days at the beginning of your relationship when you’d both lie on the bed, sitting naked and looking into each other and thinking…Well, who’s making the first move?

Not to say that you both being switches is a bad thing. Oh, no; quite the opposite. You both wouldn’t have it any other way, the dynamic keeps you both on your toes, and the sex is as amazing as ever! Don’t believe it? Observe.

You lay flat on your stomach, your legs caged between Choso’s as he drills his cock from behind. You moan with every thrust, his pelvis smacking your ass so that the skin makes a vulgar sound, and you chew your lips as the curve of his dick scrapes your walls to the point of unimaginable pleasure. 

“Hooohshiit, yesss, right thereee…!” Your brows furrow as he goes at a slow pace, the sensation of his length being pulled out and pushed into your entrance has you twitching onto him. Fuck, it felt so good! “Ohh yess, more…faster, go faster!”

He kisses your nape as his hips continue the slow cadence, and you squeeze at the sensual feel of his pillowy lips on your sweaty skin. He speaks to your ear, “What was that, sweetie? Tell me what you want?”

“Mmmm…Give me more, faster..!”

He chuckles. “Ask again.” Your smile grows broader.

“Pleaseee, go faster; I wanna cum…!”

“You gotta tell me why, princess,” The black-haired man nibbles on the helix of your ear, earning a sob leaving your puffy lips. “And who are you talking to.”

Oh, you loved it when his dominant side corrects you, unable to contain your devilish snicker; he sounds so hot. “Please, Chos—Ohhh!” He sneaks a harsh rut into your cunt, you shriek as he blows on your ear. “Fuck…Please go faster for me, honey; I’m so close, wanna wring you out...Nnaah!” 

“Good job,” you can hear the smirk on his lips, enough to throw you off when he suddenly pounds you with an erratic rhythm.

You howl out loud. The noises you make fly out with every thrust of his shaft, and your head pounds harder with every precise jab to your sensitive, velvety texture. Yes, yessss!! And he doesn’t stop when your climb comes crashing down with your crescendo having you grip the sheets.

Holy shit — the way your walls clamp onto his long member as he stirs your guts is utterly dangerous. Your eyes meet the roof of your head with his tip grazing your hyperacute walls and slurred “thank you”s leave your mouth in a haze when he removes himself from your messy wetness.

“There you go, princess,” he kisses your nape again, loving the way you shudder beneath him. “You feel like helping me out here?”

The fog in your brain clears on command, and you peer to him. “Thought you’d never ask.” 

You swiftly switch positions without Choso’s knowledge, surprising the man by maneuvering him onto his back. Wide brown eyes observe you pick his legs up and bend them towards him, his erect cock standing tall before you grasp onto it. Then, you lead the tip to your entrance, your boyfriend hitching his breath at the contact and purring with the insertion. 

“Fuuck,” Choso bites his lip, watching and sensing you take in his shaft inch by inch, almost choking on his saliva when you grind your hips down his base. God, you knew how to drive him crazy. And the way you were looking at him with such a sweet yet sexy smile had the heat on his face flourish to his ears. 

“Oh, don’t look away, Chocho darling,” you use the nickname that makes the shade of his cheeks grow pinker. “How else will I know if I’m making you feel good or not, hmm?” 

He chortles, “You always know how to make me feel good…Ahhh!” Choso throws his head back once you start rocking your hips, your hands hold his ankles to keep his legs lifted, propelling your waist in an up-and-down motion that has you both moaning a storm. 

This position was always one of your favorites; as much as you enjoy being roughed and dominated over, you could never get tired of taking the reins once in a while, particularly when your boyfriend is groaning and wailing at your movement, riding his shaft as your ass smacks onto his balls; it makes the shiver crawl up your spine. And you can tell he’s enjoying it, too. 

“Oh, Chosoo~,” you draw out his name while you give him his legs to hold, bending further to have your face closer to his. “You’re moaning like crazy, why don’t you tell me how good you feel?”

“—Hnngh, gaah!” Oh, poor Choso, his raven brows screwed together with his mouth agape, and he hisses at the voluntary clench of the walls of your slit. “Hoolyshit, baby, you’re makin’ my mind go crazy…Keep rocking like th—Ahh!”

“Oh yeah? You like it when I go like this?” Quick bounces on his pelvis have Choso humming so cutely for your ears. “No? How about this?” Your hips then go slow yet harsh, slamming your ass down to his aching balls and grinding your hips that have him cry out your name.

“Ohh, fuck! Y/n, princess, sto—Mmmph!” Jesus Christ, you’re clamping onto him with such a grip as if you want him to lose his control. 

And that’s precisely what you want. “Gonna cum, honey?” You kiss his forehead, “Don’t hold back; I wanna hear you cry for me—Eeeee!!”

Before you could process it, Choso had flipped you to your back without your awareness. You shriek at your man putting his cock back inside you while placing your legs on his shoulders. And when his hips go at a sporadic beat, your eyes roll up with a head thrown back at the accurate jabs of his dick. 

“Ohhoo! Nngh!! W-Wait, this isn’t fair!” The snap of his hips instantly counters your complaints, the new position and Choso’s added weight caging you into submission.  “It was my turn…Mmm!” But your protests fall on deaf ears, the black-headed man pounding into you so rashly that you can barely keep your screams to yourself. Because, goddamn, it felt too fucking good!

You and Choso being switches isn’t a bad thing. Sure, it can be hard to pick which side to stay on. But, for the most part, it’s one hell of a fun ride!

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[dailydoseofsluttythoughts]

♡ Not Finished ♡

"You cryin' doll?" He teased, smirking at the streaks of mascara you were leaving behind as you pressed your face harder into the couch cushion. He'd worry about the stains later. For now it's all about you.

He's been pounding your sweet little pussy non-stop for the last 15 minutes. He'd gotten tired of playing his video game and finally turned his concentration to you.

Nothing about this man is small either. Not his devotion to you, nor the size of his cock. He sets a pace that is down right brutal. With the only sound leaving your mouth being screams of pleasure, timed precisely with his harsh thrusts.

"S'too b-big" you stuttered out, tiny hands gripping the blanket you had been cuddling up with whilst you watched Aoi play Fallout. He loved the game but he loved you more. He'd seen you squirming out of the corner of his eye the whole time.

"Seen you take toys bigger than this baby, so yer' gonna take what I give you. Or are you not my good little girl?" His question had your eyes popping open as you shook your head side-to-side, smearing more mascara along the couch. "No, m' a good girl, I can take it!" You proclaimed, the only thought in your head is to take his cock as well as you can.

Aoi shifted his position and placed one of his knees on the couch while his other leg stayed put. The angle forced his cock to ram up against that sweet spongey spot that damn near made your vision go white. "Fuck, right there baby, right fucking there, don't stop"

Your screeching did nothing but spur him on more, his hips drilling into you harder with each deep stroke. His girth was filling you up more satisfyingly than any toy you've played with.

This wasn't normal Aoi behavior either. Normally he was gentle and patient, but sometimes, if he was pent up enough, you would end up like this. Face down ass up, and letting him take you for whatever he wanted.

His right hand rose into the air and came crashing down on your ass check, jiggling the soft flesh and leaving a pleasant sting where it had made contact.

"Tha's it baby girl, such a good slut f'me, taking my cock so well, without any prep too. I'll be sure to give you a nice big reward after this" He uttered out, in between thrusts. Chasing his own release as well as yours becoming his next goal.

His thrusts were sporadic and rough as he gripped the flesh of your waist tighter, bringing your ass back to meet the slap of his thighs.

"Aoi, m'gunna cum, keep going, keep going.." He was knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Your mouth just repeating those words like it's your own personal mantra.

"Oh yeah? Make a mess for me baby" His voice deepened slightly, a trait you had come to love, and you could tell he was close to his orgasm.

"fffuuck, Yesss" sheer bliss consumed your body, and the pounding of his cock never ceased as waves of pleasure rolled over your body. Aoi's hand came down to rub quick back and forth motions on your swollen, puffy clit, sending you deeper into your release, as a clear, sticky liquid gushed out of your cunt. This pushed him into the throws of his own release.

Thick, hot spurts of cum roped into your pussy as his thrusting slowed to a stop. Heavy breathing was all that you could hear before he slowly pulled his softening dick out of your abused hole.

Aoi flipped you over onto the dryest part of the couch and walked out of the room to the kitchen. He returned with a glass of ice water and a warm towel.

Getting on his knees in front of you he carefully wiped the remnants of your spend off of your thighs, and legs before softly dabbing your aching pussy.

"Thank you Aoi" Even though your head was cloudy and you could barley form a thought, your first instinct was to thank him.

"Hell'r you thanking me for, jus' doin' ma job" He replied, clapping his hands softly to replace one of the ice cubes in ur drink for a straw, knowing you can't bring yourself to lift the cup for that long.

"Did I... Did I take it too far?" He asked, not realy knowing if he wanted to know the answer.

"Of course not baby, that was amazing" You smiled softly as you spoke.

"Oh okay, good.. But you know what that means, right?"

"What?"

"Means I'm not finished with you" He smirked.

And that's a wrap for my first post‼️‼️hope y'all had fun reading bc I had fun writing😋

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello! Really love your work! No worries if you don’t get to this one!

I was just wondering if you could do GP! Donna accidentally getting reader pregnant but thinking it can’t be hers. Accuses reader of cheating and yells at her to leave. Then a few years later hasn’t heard from reader at all since. Is forced to attend one of the village festivals with the lords and Miranda only to see reader also there in the crowd with a little kid that looks exactly like Donna.

Thanks! And have a nice day!

Yesss!!! Thank your for your support, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Years

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, a bit of smut, Minors DNI, slightly dark themes, slightly dark Donna, jealousy, angst

Word count: 7,184

Summary: You just want her to understand...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Like most mornings, only the panting, the moans and the creaking of the old bed were your companions. It was a morning of passion, of love, one of many others.

Your life was already threatening to be dangerously boring. You were tired of the suitors your parents offered you. According to them, and many of their friends, you were the most beautiful girl in the village.

Nonsense in your opinion. What does being beautiful have to do with forcing you to marry an idiot?

In one of those interviews with a perfect boy for you, you escaped through a window comically, taking refuge in the forest, a bad idea, because a blizzard fell upon you without mercy. Luckily, you survived.

 Luckily you met the only person you truly loved, the Lord, the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

She saved your life, offering you refuge in her old house. You, with no other options, accepted. Despite the fear the Lords and Mother Miranda generated in you, you had never had the opportunity to discover for yourself what one of them was like when it came to conversation, or maintaining any kind of contact. Sick, disturbed, monstrous... You had heard so many things and you didn’t know what to expect.

None of that seemed to coincide precisely with your opinion. Yes, she was an isolated, sick woman, whose body and face changed when she was adopted by Mother Miranda but... You could not avoid that, after just a conversation, many more came and suddenly you felt that you no longer wanted to return to your old home.

Love flooded your life, a sincere, authentic love, the one you had been looking for years. It could not go better. You didn’t want it to go better. After a year, your life was right where you wanted it to be.

And so, you let yourself be carried away by passion, letting Donna capture your lips while her hips danced along with her erection inside of you. You loved that burning passion, that desire to love and be loved.

“Faster, Donna,” you asked moaning; gripping the sheets tightly to vent yourself, to let out somewhere that pleasure you were feeling. She laughed pleased by your request and complied without wasting a second, grabbing your hips, moving your body.

But a strange dizziness interrupted that pleasurable morning sex session. Your face paled and the sensations caused by her thrusts suddenly became clouded. It was a subtle change and the brunette, of course, didn’t notice, losing that harmonious rhythm and growling after one last thrust, pulling out of you and covering your back with her release.

You both caught your breath, but Lady Beneviento's face told you she had indeed noticed that change.

“Hey, tesoro, are you okay?” the lady asked, leaning to your ear and looking at you with concern.

You got on your knees and nodded, kissing her slowly, thanking her for the pleasure you had felt.

“You, you haven't had an orgasm,” the brunette said, confused by your lack of movements, scared because she hadn't known how to please you as she thought she should.

“Oh, well, I'm, I'm a bit... Dizzy,” you said in a sincere tone, running a hand over her shoulder and getting out of bed. Donna looked at you strangely, gently grabbing your wrist.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked with a shining eye, disappointed. You smiled, rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“No, Donna, you didn't hurt me,” you said softly, approaching her again, kissing her to calm her fears. “You were great, as always,” you whispered, caressing her cheek and moving away again.

The lady nodded, obviously not entirely convinced by your words.

“I think I need a shower,” you sighed, stretching and grabbing some clothes.

“Can I go with you?” she asked, getting up with you and grabbing your waist.

You winked at her.

“Sure you can, honey.”

You thought some water cleaning the sweat off your body would be enough to clear your head, but that wasn't your day. The dizziness was still there. Maybe you were hungry.

“Donna, where are the chocolate muffins?” you asked, rummaging through the kitchen, already dressed and with supposedly renewed energy.

“In the top drawer,” the brunette answered, boiling coffee like every morning. You sighed, hands on your waist.

“Mm, no, this is empty,” you joked with a mischievous smile.

“No? Wow,” Donna murmured, taking a quick look.

“Well, nevermind. I was planning on going shopping in the village after breakfast,” you commented, closing the drawer and leaning on the counter.

The old coffee pot trembled in the Lord’s pale hands.

“Why?” she asked with a frown, breathing heavily. “Can't you wait for the Duke to come?”

Of course, you loved Donna, with all your soul, but you couldn't help that certain aspects of her personality bothered you. The jealousy and her possessive behavior were those things you hated, but endured.

“Donna, it's the chocolate muffins,” you said childishly, tilting your head with pleading eyes. “I can't wait for the fat guy to come and…” you stopped talking when dizziness shook your insides again.

“What's wrong, tesoro?” Donna asked, resting a hand on your shoulder with a worried face.

“Nothing, nothing,” you said, waving your hand, overwhelmed by overprotection. “I, I told you I'm a bit dizzy.”

“Maybe coffee isn't the best,” the brunette murmured, looking at the coffee pot while you fought against your stomach. “Shall I make you some tea?”

“Great, thanks, Donna,” you said gratefully, running a hand over your sweaty forehead. “See?, I need some fresh air.”

“(Y/N)…” she protested again, putting water to boil.

“I won't be long, I promise…”

After having breakfast and insisting to Donna to stop seeing the idea of ​​going out as something dangerous, you prepared to approach the village. The cold air calmed your dizziness, but that feeling of not wanting to hold anything in your stomach was still present. You just hoped you wouldn't run into your parents…

“(Y/N), I'm glad to see you,” Roberto the baker, said. He was one of your best childhood friends. He was kind, friendly, and very handsome, certainly. All the girls in the village were after him.

“Hi Rob, how are you?” you asked, leaning on the counter with a tired sigh. He smiled and shrugged.

“I can’t complain,” he said with that usual cheerfulness. You sighed again with a nostalgic smile. “Those muffins?”

“Bingo,” you said, putting a finger to your nose playfully as the young man picked up a bag of those precious sweets and placed them in front of you.

“Maybe you could take the recipe to Lady Beneviento. They said she’s a great cook,” your friend said, helping you put the muffins in a bag. You shook your head playfully, leaving some lei on the counter.

“No, no way,” you said with a sinister look, winking at him “If I do, I won't be able to come see you again.”

“Oh, no, these are on the house,” he said, rejecting your money, as almost always. You nodded amused with a wide smile.

“Th…” you said, before your stomach twisted again, almost making you lose your balance.

Roberto came out from the counter to quickly catch you before you fell to the floor, sitting you delicately on a chair.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” he asked worriedly, studying your paler than usual features. “Do you want a glass of water?”

“Okay, thanks,” you said, wiping the cold sweat off your neck.

You drank that water slowly, with your worried friend crouched in front of you.

“You don't look well,” the baker commented, studying your trembling. You, handing back the now empty glass, nodded your head in agreement.

“I guess I don’t…” you murmured, closing your eyes to relax. “I've been dizzy and exhausted for almost a month now.”

He nodded understandingly.

“I see,” he whispered, scratching the back of his neck.

“It's like everything I eat wants to come out suddenly, plus, I'm in a… Bad mood and I can't stop falling asleep during the day,” you explained in a calm voice. You knew that if Donna found out about your problems, she would turn into an overprotective psychopath, and that was the last thing you needed at that moment.

“Wow, you're a mess, huh?” he joked, giving you a nudge. You gave him a furious, but amused look.

“Yes, mess is the word,” you said in a hoarse whisper, shaking your head, noticing how little by little, the dizziness gave you a break again.

“It's funny, my wife got exactly the same when she was pregnant,” he commented indifferently, helping you to get up.

You froze, the dizziness returned to your stomach, but it was different. No, you hadn't thought about it, in no way you wanted to think that night when Donna hadn't been able to control herself had those consequences. It was something you ignored on purpose.

“Um, I... Thanks, Rob,” you said nervously, grabbing the bag and quickly leaving the bakery.

No, it couldn't be. It would be too much of a coincidence for a simple accident to lead to this. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible, right?

But Roberto was right and if you had stopped to think about the symptoms, maybe you would have been able to notice sooner. You definitely didn't want to notice. Scared by that remote possibility, you decided to spend the money you had left on a quick visit to the Duke. The test was cheap, what was always expensive was his silence.

You couldn't let Donna find out, especially if it turned out to be a false alarm.

“You took a while,” Donna commented, opening the door before you got close enough.

Not wanting to argue about her jealousy, you rolled your eyes with a calm smile.

“I've been talking to a friend,” you said. You were so nervous that you didn't even think it was a wrong answer, but you had bigger worries than an absurd fight of jealousy.

“A friend? What friend?” she asked, stopping your walk with a hand on your shoulder, turning your body slowly, with an inquisitive look.

You rolled your eyes and put on a cocky pose, blinking repeatedly in a mocking manner, rummaging through the bag of muffins.

“Donna, eat a muffin and shut up,” you said amused, taking one of the buns and pressing it against the brunette's mouth, who took it with a frown as you walked away from her.

“Wait, where are you going?” she said, comically with her mouth full.

“I'm going to the bathroom, do you want to come with me too?” you said a bit furious.

Donna shook her head and stood still, leaving you alone, fortunately.

“Did you bring something to me, silly?” that annoying doll Angie asked, jumping around you, delaying that important test.

“Yes, here, leave it in the kitchen,” you said, leaving the bag in the small arms of the puppet, who became unstable.

“Hey! Do you think I'm your servant?” Angie protested. Donna watched you from afar, in case the doll went too far with the insults again.

You sighed tired and overwhelmed by your symptoms, you turned around, giving the finger to the puppet, who backed away offended.

“Gods...” you sighed, when that test confirmed the suspicions you had been keeping away from. Yes, you were pregnant. You had to control your anxiety, your nerves, your desire to scream.

No, you were definitely not ready to be a mother. It was something you wanted to do, but not right then.

“Damn it, Donna, I told you to back off,” you said to yourself, remembering the night that had been this turning point in your life, and would be forever. “Oh, shit... What am I going to tell her?”

Of course, the idea of ​​starting a family was something foreign to your relationship. Donna never seemed to suggest something like that, or even mention it. Not knowing if she wanted to have children or not was a problem for you

How would she react? Should you really tell her?

The second question was absurd. It wouldn't do you any good to lie and avoid the conversation. It wouldn't take long for her to realize that a little Beneviento was growing in your belly.

You took some time to meditate on your options, to rehearse conversations that always went wrong. An unexpected change was the last thing you wanted, but after thinking about it for a few hours, the idea started to sound good in your head. The question was this: how would it sound in hers?

“Mm, hey, what is this?” you asked during dinner, your dizziness calm and your thoughts more organized.

You wanted conversation. You wanted the perfect occasion to communicate the news.

“Pasta cacio e pepe,” the lady in black answered, with a triumphant smile.

You looked at your plate and nodded in an amused manner.

“Sure, sure,” you joked, shrugging.

Donna laughed and shook her head, picking up the bottle of wine and tilting it over your glass, something you prevented by putting your hand on it.

“No, thank you,” you said in a soft voice.

“Don't you want some wine?” she asked with her eyebrow raised, but leaving the bottle back on the table, without insisting. You shook your head with a grimace of disgust.

“No, I don't feel like it,” you answered, dismissing it with a gesture of your hand.

“Water, then,” she said, picking up a jug and filling your glass with a tender smile.

She might have her flaws, but Donna was sweet, tender, romantic. Nothing could make you stop loving her, nothing.

“Thank you, darling,” you said in a mischievous whisper, raising your glass before drinking from it. The lady laughed again with a slight blush on her cheeks.

“I see you’re feeling better than this morning,” she commented, looking at you over her plate, bringing back to your mind what should be the main topic of that conversation.

You, having finished your delicious dinner, nodded, wiping yourself with your napkin.

“Yes, much better,” you murmured, hiding the trembling of your hands under the table. “You… How was your day?”

“What question is that?” the lady said, with an amused voice. “You have been with me almost all the time, well, you have slept with me almost all the time.”

“Yes, well, I was sleepy,” you said, shaking your head, letting the smile disappear from your face.

“You are so beautiful when you sleep…” she commented, with that tender, melodic voice, the one that made your heart beat faster.

But this time the tachycardia didn’t come from Lady Beneviento's compliments.

“More than when I am awake?” you asked in a dark voice, leaning over the table seductively.

Donna took a sip from her wine glass and put on a confused but amused expression.

“That's a difficult question, (Y/N),” she said in a whisper, caressing your trembling hand on the table and looking at you strangely.

“Can you two stop being cheesy for at least a second?” Angie protested, causing you to separate, thus blurring that perfect occasion for your confession. “How disgusting.”

“Angie…” you said annoyed, clenching your teeth.

“I'm going to pick this up,” Donna said, getting up from the table.

You couldn't let her go, you couldn't lie, hide the truth. She had to know, she was the love of your life.

“Wait, Donna,” you said, getting up hastily too, approaching her, who looked at you with an innocent smile. “I have, I have something to tell you.”

“I'm listening, (Y/N),” she murmured, nodding, studying your nervous tremors.

“I… Well, I… I, I don't know how to tell you but… Donna, I…” you stammered, being reassured by the brunette's hands, which took yours.

“Calm down, amore mio, you know you can tell me anything,” she said in a soft voice, without showing a single sign of concern. That was what you were looking for. There couldn't be a better time.

“I just don't, I don't know how… How…” you said trembling, comforted by a warm hug.

Your lips trembled and your body seemed to want to faint.

“Shhh, relax, I'm here with you,” she whispered, gently rocking your body.

It was now or never.

“Donna, I'm pregnant,” you said, squeezing your eyes tightly.

Silence was the worst answer.

“What?” the lady asked, pulling away from your embrace with a frightened look, shaking her head. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” you said, searching for the test in your pocket and handing it to her slowly.

She snatched it from you abruptly, breathing heavily and looking at the result over and over again with a sinister smile.

“Is this some kind of a joke?” she asked annoyed, giving you back the test. You trembled, tears beginning to moisten your eyes.

“How can I joke about this?” you asked ironically.

She shook her head, her gaze fixed on the floor, blinking erratically and confused.

“No, no, it can't be…” she murmured, passing a hand over her forehead, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Of course it can be,” you said, a bit desperate, cupping her face in your hands so she could look at your eyes, so she could hear the truth of your words. “Donna, we’re, we're going to have a baby.”

“No, no, that, that's not true,” she said nervously, with a sinister look. “You're, you're talking nonsense.”

“It's not nonsense,” you said in a low voice, with a tear running down your cheek, not believing that so unlike her reaction. “The test doesn't lie, honey.”

“And you? Do you lie, (Y/N)?” she asked abruptly, grabbing your shoulders tightly, digging her nails into your clothes.

“What? Of course I don’t!” you shrieked, breaking free from her grip. “Stop, you're hurting me.”

“Are you asking me to stop? How dare you show up with that test and make me believe that I've gotten you pregnant?” she asked, with darkness in her gaze, with rage in her red eye, shining with a tear that ran down her pale face.

“For Gods’ sake, Donna, are you not able to understand?” you said desperately, trying to reason with the lady, without success, as her movements were increasingly nervous. “It's yours.”

“No, it's not mine,” she denied, with a voice that matched her gaze. “It can't be mine.”

“No?” you asked nervously, with a cold sweat running down your neck.

“It's not mine!” she shouted furiously, destroying the test with her hands, kicking the floor in anger.

“Of course it's yours! Have you gone crazy?” you said nervously and scared.

“What do you intend, (Y/N)? Do you want to make me believe that the fruit of your deception is mine? How dare you…” she hissed, grabbing you by the collar of your dress.

“What deception? Let, let me go,” you protested, grabbing her wrists so they wouldn't put pressure on your neck. “I, I don't know what you're talking about.”

Her face changed from anger to a sardonic smile, not lodging her grip on your clothes.

“Now I understand… That's why you go to the village so much, right? To fuck your lover…” Donna said with a broken, sinister voice, shaking you roughly.

“No, no…” you said, with serious difficulties to be able to speak clearly, horrified by her reaction. “Don’t, don't say that, you, you're the only person with whom…”

“Taci!” she shrieked, coming closer, with a threatening posture, with that eye shining angrily.

“Can’t you understand it? There is no lover, the baby is yours,” you said, grabbing her wrists when her hands finally let your dress go.

“It's not mine,” she growled angrily, clenching her fists on either side of her hips. “I always finish out of you…”

“That's not true,” you said, gaining a bit of firmness, changing your innocent voice. “Do you remember the night of the candles?”

“It was an accident,” she said, in her defense, without the hatred leaving her voice.

“You are… Ugh!” you protested, jumping angrily on the floor. “Are you so fucking crazy that you won't even admit that it was your fault? You didn't want to get away, Donna, you were out of control!” you accused the brunette.

You never blamed her for that, but at that moment the rage spoke for you.

She shook her head unpleasantly, with an expression of disgust, of hatred, hatred towards you.

“You're not going to cheat on me, (Y/N),” she hissed in a dark voice. “That child is not mine, and you know it.”

“It's yours, you freaking nutcase!” you screamed angrily, making your words bounce off the walls.

“Insult me ​​again, come on…” she whispered threateningly, grabbing you again by the collar of your dress, with her knuckles white from the pressure. You, already deep in tears, shook your head. “I shouldn't be surprised about you treating me like this. You were able to cheat on me, after all.”

“I didn't cheat on you!” you screamed among sobs, fighting against her grip, which threatened to tear your clothes. “Donna, I love you.”

“Liar!” she screamed furiously. “You've never loved me…”

“Donna, please…” you begged, at your lowest point. “It's your baby, our baby, you, you can't…”

“You've cheated on me, (Y/N), you've betrayed me…” she whispered, loosening the strength of her hand, with tears slowly running down her cheek.

“Donna, no, please, listen to me…” you said again, with your voice already broken, broken by crying. “It's your baby. It's your child, my love… I've always been loyal to you, always… Please, come to your senses, darling, please…”

“Shut up,” she interrupted you, shaking you roughly. “Sei una cagna”

Desperation made you growl, break free from the brunette's grip with a furious gasp and, with all your strength, slap the lady hard, who looked away due to the blow.

“You hit my Donna, you bitch!” Angie protested, hitting your shins. You were not paying attention to her.

The lady in black remained motionless, with one hand where yours had hit, with a serene gaze and nervous breathing, looking at you darkly.

“Gods, I'm, I'm sorry, Donna, I…” you said, regretful for your anger, for the slap you had given to the one you said was the love of your life. “For, forgive me, I didn't mean to…”

“Get out of my house,” she whispered, without looking you in the eyes, ignoring your attempts to grab her shoulders. You looked at her horrified.

“What? No…” you said in a soft, incredulous tone, shaking your head, broken from pain.

“I said…” Donna hissed, pushing you unpleasantly, almost making you lose your balance. “…Get out of my house.”

“You can't do this to me,” you sobbed, shaking your head. “Donna, please… You can't throw me out with your baby in my belly.”

“That's not my baby!” she shouted, with a psychotic look that made you back away. “I don't want to see you ever again. I want you to disappear from my life… You and that bastard.”

“Donna, please…” you begged, putting your hands together.

“Porca puttana! Get out! Get out, get out!” she yelled completely enraged, hitting the table, the chairs, roaring angrily. “Get out!”

Scared, unable to reason with her, you decided to run out of the estate, crying inconsolably, fleeing from what was your house, your home. You loved Donna, you really did, but you couldn't make her understand the reality. If you stayed, you could suffer a horrible fate, just like your baby.

It was the last time you saw her.

4 years later…

“What about the little bear? What does he prefer, honey or flowers?” you asked tenderly while bathing a little girl.

“Mm,” the girl said, with a hand on her chin, looking at the ceiling to better think about her answer. “Honey!”

“Honey? Wow, he's quite a glutton,” you said amused, washing the girl's black hair, an unmistakable one.

“But he doesn't eat sweets until he's finished his vegetables,” the girl said, jumping up and down in the tub. You looked at her proudly, rinsing her hair.

“Wow, what a polite bear…” you joked, picking up your daughter in your arms and wrapping her in a towel.

“Yes,” little Katia said, bringing her hand to her mouth, a hand you moved away so you could see her face better, a pale face, bright eyes, unmistakable features.

Four years after that argument, after Donna kicked you out of her house on the pretext that you had cheated on her, there you were, with your daughter, little Katia, at your parents' house.

You hadn't heard from the lady in black, and you didn't want to either. Even after all that time, you still loved her, you would always love her. And the situation couldn't be worse, because her daughter, her damn daughter, was like a living portrait of Lady Beneviento. She was identical to her: her hair, her face, even her smile.

How could you stop thinking about Donna if you had a little one living with you? How could she think that you had cheated on her? If only she had trusted you... She could have seen for herself how wrong she was.

At least your parents took you in, helped you with the pregnancy and didn't ask questions, because they knew the answer. Katia's birth was a source of joy for your family but, as the girl grew, the pressure on your shoulders did too.

“Mom…” the little girl murmured, protesting the tugging on her hair when you were combing it.

“What, honey?”

“Grandpa says I don't have a father…” the girl commented, causing you to clench your teeth.

“Grandpa says a lot of nonsense,” you said, sighing, tying your daughter's black hair into a small ponytail, highlighting her resemblance to the lady in black.

“So… I have a father?” she asked innocently. You closed your eyes, preventing the tears from reminding you of that horrible night.

“Well, not exactly, honey, you have another mother,” you explained, not wanting to hide the truth from little Katia. She would eventually find out, she was a very smart girl for being so young.

“Have I? That's great, and where is she?” Katia said excitedly, jumping with joy on the floor of the small bathroom.

“You know what? I think it's not the time to talk about these things... Do you smell that?” you said, diverting the conversation and pretending to smell something in an exaggerated way.

“Mmm, Grandma's stew!” she shouted happily, exiting the bathroom with a clumsy step.

“Run, honey, or Grandpa will eat it all,” you said amused, taking some time to wipe your tears before facing a tense dinner with your parents, another one.

“Well?” your father said, eating dinner almost in silence.

You looked up, narrowing your eyes.

“Have you found a boy to marry?” the man asked, sipping wine disinterestedly.

“Igor…” your mother sighed, helping her granddaughter to eat her delicious soup.

“Stop defending her, Oksana, that girl needs a father,” the man protested, glancing sideways at his granddaughter, who was playing quietly with her grandmother.

“She has a mother,” you murmured, playing with the spoon on your plate, nervous about the accusations of your father, who laughed mockingly.

“Don't make me laugh…” he said, rolling his eyes. “Those are the values ​​I've taught you, (Y/N)?”

“Igor,” your mother protested again, tired of her husband's attitude towards you.

You had a lot to thank your mother for.

“Sure, I guess I should let my daughter be impregnated by a Lord and then we have to take care of it, right?” your father said unpleasantly.

“Enough!” your mother shouted, her hands shaking, scaring poor Katia, who politely remained silent. “Don’t talk like that in front of the girl.”

Your father laughed, shaking his head.

“You were always too naive, (Y/N),” the man murmured. “Look, the concubine of nutcase Beneviento, your life is awesome.”

“Shut up!” you shouted, hitting the table with your fists. “You have no idea, father…”

“Enough, both of you,” your mother intervened. “You should be ashamed, what an example you set for Katia.”

“Tell it to him, mother,” you said, drinking a glass of water.

“I'm just telling you, (Y/N), that I'm not going to let my daughter to be a single mother, so you better get used to the idea of ​​getting married,” he said, in a softer tone, reassuring Katia with a caress on her cheek.

“I'm not going to do it,” you said in a childish way, staying faithful, always faithful to Donna.

“Can't we have a quiet dinner for once?” the woman said, shaking her head, sighing desperately.

“Tell it to him”

“Tell it to her”

“You're like children...” the woman murmured, wiping your daughter's face. Katia looked at you expectantly. Fortunately, she didn't seem to understand anything.

“Today is the harvest festival in the village,” she said, changing her expression, trying to ignore those eternal discussions.

“Festival...” your father said, amused, looking away from you.

“Why don't you take Katia? I'm sure she'll have fun,” your mother said.

You sighed, thinking about the idea, and nodded. Anywhere was better than being in that house.

“Yes, good idea.”

“Yes, yes!” your daughter said, being picked up by you.

“Give a kiss to them and get your coat,” you said, giving one last furious look to your father, who conveyed disappointment with his dark eyes.

Luckily, the cool night air cleared your mind. The harvest festival was a party, one of the few in that village, of course, to thank the Black Gods for their eternal mercy.

“I see little Katia is excited,” your friend Roberto commented, walking next to you and his daughters, who were playing with yours.

“This is much better than her grandfather giving moral lessons to her,” you said, joking. Your friend laughed amused.

“I guess so,” he commented, as the people of the village walked quickly towards the square. “Oh, wow, it's Mother Miranda's speech.”

“How exciting,” you said disinterestedly.

You weren't stupid. You knew who would be there with the priestess. You had been running away from her for four years, you didn't want to falter, you didn't want to see her, because you would throw yourself into her arms.

“We'll wait for you by the pancakes store.”

“Come on, mom, let's go see the bird woman,” your daughter said, taking your hand and pulling you towards the crowd.

“I think Katia doesn't feel like staying here…” your friend said, amused.

“Yes, it seems that way…” you sighed, controlling the speed of your daughter, who ran excitedly towards the middle of the square. “Hey, hey, here, stay here.”

“But mom…” the girl protested. “I can't see anything here.”

“Come on, I'll carry you up,” you said, picking up the girl and putting her on your shoulders.

Well, Katia could see and you would go unnoticed. It seemed like a good plan until a drunk villager tripped over you, forcing you to move one row ahead, to be completely exposed.

“Watch out, idiot,” you muttered, looking ahead to check that your suspicions were true.

“Look mom: it's Mother Miranda… How pretty she is…” the girl sighed, pointing indiscreetly at the four Lords, who remained seated behind the priestess.

“Honey, don't point your finger that way,” you said nervously when your eyes met Donna Beneviento's veiled face, making your heart almost stop. “Donna...”

Luckily, she didn't seem to see you, she seemed distracted controlling the nervous Angie.

Miranda gave her speech, a very boring one, which didn't interest you. Your eyes wandered to the lady in black, your mind wandered to all the happy memories, those memories truncated by her insecurities.

But you weren't the most subtle girl in the village either. The lady's head turned quickly to you. You couldn't see it, but you knew she was looking at you, you knew it. You could feel how her gaze stabbed your heart.

Her impression was so strong that she even got up from the chair, stopped by her sister, Lady Dimitrescu.

“Honey, come on, let's go home, huh?” you said nervously, turning around and avoiding people. You had seen her, she had seen you.

“But, mom!” the girl protested, twisting on your shoulders. You, growling at her disobedience, lowered her to the ground with a strict mother's face.

“Don't protest, Katia, obey,” you said nervously, looking around constantly. “We're going to say goodbye to Roberto, okay?”

The girl growled but obeyed with her arms crossed.

Your nerves were on edge and the feeling of overwhelm penetrated your movements. You wanted to get out of there.

“Why don't you come to my house tomorrow? We're going to have a barbecue,” your friend said, after giving you a goodbye hug.

“Is Irina cooking?” you asked amused, not realizing that your daughter had let your hand go.

“Gods, no,” he answered. “Run, she's getting away from you,” he said, pointing at your daughter, who was running behind some bushes.

“Damn it... See you,” you said hurriedly, running after your daughter, who had gotten lost in the darkness. “Katia! Come back here!”

You chased the girl through those bushes, and when you didn't find her, you started to get very nervous.

“Katia!” you shouted scared, desperate. “Katia!”

“Why honey?” a shrill voice asked, near a clearing dimly lit by a streetlight.

You, scared, followed that voice.

“Because mom says that bears like honey,” your daughter's voice soothed you, making you close your eyes.

“Is that what your mom says?” the strange voice asked, one you didn't take long to recognize, Angie.

“Yes, my mom knows a lot of things. She's very smart, and very good,” Katia said, sitting on the ground next to the doll.

“Katia, Gods…” you interrupted, lifting your daughter.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” the doll said, with a mocking tone. You narrowed your eyes and hugged your daughter tightly.

“Don't go close to her, Angie,” you threatened, stepping back.

“Is this how you greet me after all this time? How rude,” the doll protested, moving comically making your daughter laugh in your arms.

“Come on, Katia,” you said nervously, turning around to leave that place as quickly as possible.

“I want to play with Angie, mom,” the girl said, moving until you had no choice but to drop her to the ground, running towards the puppet.

“No, wait,” you said nervously, scared.

“(Y/N),” a dark voice sounded behind you, a melodic, soft voice, that made you freeze in place and turn slowly. Donna. “It's been a long time.”

“Donna,” you sighed, upset by her presence, with your heart screaming for you to kiss her. You couldn't do it, she threw you out, she rejected you, she rejected her baby.

“I've been trying to talk to you for four years,” she said, getting a little closer while you, out of the corner of your eye, watched as Angie played with your daughter innocently.

“Haven't you thought that maybe I don't want to talk to you? Katia, come on,” you said furiously, with accumulated resentment, but without any change in your feelings. With a quick movement, you grabbed your daughter and tried to run away, but it was impossible.

“Wait, please…” the lady said, stopping you again. She didn't need to cast a spell on you, to make you hallucinate. No, just her voice was enough to make your body behave that way.

“Hello,” your daughter said, looking curiously at the lady, who looked at her, breathing with difficulty. “What's your name?”

“Katia,” you protested at the girl's innocent attitude.

“My, my name is Donna,” the doll maker said, with a broken voice, almost in a whisper.

“Hello, Donna, my name is Katia,” your daughter said, extending her small hand towards her, who shook it gently, her chest heaving. “You wear very strange clothes.”

“Katia,” you said, interrupting your daughter again

After four years, you could hear that shy laugh again, the sweet and addictive laugh of Donna Beneviento.

“I'm in a hurry, Donna,” you said passively, trying to run away again.

“She, she looks like me…” the lady in black commented, in a desperate attempt to stop you again. You nodded without her seeing you, suppressing a sob.

“She looks just like you,” you said in a low voice, turning slowly again.

“So, this, this girl is…” she stammered, putting a hand under her veil to cover her mouth in shock. “She's my daughter…”

“You realize now, right? Four years after kicking me out of your house,” you said, letting the resentment speak for you again.

“(Y/N), I…” she murmured, reaching out to touch you, something you stopped with a furious gasp.

“Don't come closer, Donna,” you said through clenched teeth, with your daughter looking at you confused, lowering herself to the ground. “Stand behind me, Katia.”

The girl obeyed, scared, poking her head out from your dress.

“I, I already knew it before, but, when I saw her, I…” the lady murmured, approaching you again, making you back away.

“Did you know? You accused me of having deceived you, you said that baby wasn't yours,” you growled furiously.

“I, I know… I, I wasn't thinking clearly, I…”

“You've never thought clearly,” you hissed, your eyes shining with your tears.

“Lady Donna, are you my mother?” the girl asked timidly.

You closed your eyes, passing a hand over your forehead and sighing.

It was inevitable, you were at a dead end and your principles could not be lost in resentment. When you held little Katia in your arms for the first time, you swore to never lie to her.

“Yes, honey, she is your mother,” you whispered, looking at the lady in black, who shifted in place as the girl came out from behind your legs, walking slowly towards her.

Donna crouched down to be at the little girl's level, looking up at you, as if she were asking for your permission.

You nodded, letting a tear run down your cheek.

“Hi, mommy,” the little girl said, greeting the lady innocently, scared by that black veil.

“Hi, tesoro,” answered Donna, extending her hand towards her, which the girl took hesitantly. “Can I give you a hug?”

The girl nodded with her other hand on her mouth, as she always did when she got nervous. But, without thinking, she threw herself into the arms of the brunette, who lifted her in the air, sobbing, holding her tightly against her chest.

“Uhg, take that off, you're going to give her nightmares,” you said resignedly, walking towards Donna and taking her black veil, revealing her face to the girl who looked at it in surprise.

Curious, the girl, in her mother's arms, moved her hands to Donna’s face, caressing it innocently, running her hands over her scar.

Donna's smile was... It was the most beautiful and sincere one you had ever seen.

“You have black hair, like me,” the amused little girl said, excited to meet her mother, to meet her after those horrible four years. The little girl's tenderness took its toll on your body, which squeezed the black veil tightly.

“Yes,” said Donna, fixing the little girl's hair, observing each of her features. “Che bella sei, mm?”

“Mommy speaks weird,” Katia said with a frown.

You, with a fearful step, approached a little closer.

“It's not weird, Katia, it's Italian,” you explained, rubbing the back of your daughter, who seemed very comfortable with Donna, too comfortable.

“Wow…” she said, impressed, as always, by everything.

“Do you want to learn, tesoro? I can teach you,” the lady in black said, without losing that smile.

“Yes, yes,” the toddler said with an excited smile.

The lady's expression faded with an air of sadness, lowering her back to the ground.

“Well, I guess that won't be possible,” she murmured with a sob, unable to look you in the eyes. “Thank you, (Y/N), for letting me to meet her.”

You shook your head, your throat sore from your repressed crying.

“Why do you make everything so difficult, Donna?” you asked, handing her back the black cloth, which she slowly picked up.

“Calm down, (Y/N), I, I don't expect you to forgive me, I know you don't, I can't be forgiven,” she said.

“Uhhh, come Katia, before they do something cheesy again,” Angie said, pulling your daughter away from you. “Do you like rock paper scissors?”

“Yes, I play with Grandpa!” the girl shouted, following the puppet.

You sighed, not trusting Angie, as was logical.

“You kicked me out of your house, Donna. You accused me of having cheated on you. You left me alone while I was pregnant with your daughter. You're right, you have no forgiveness,” you said, crossing your arms, keeping your composure.

“I know… I, I don't want to annoy you, I just…” she stammered, with her face broken by regret. “I just, I just want to be able to, to be able to see my daughter from time to time, that's all I ask. If, if the other person agrees.”

“What? What other person?” you asked confused, with a mocking laugh.

“I'm not stupid, (Y/N), I know, there's surely someone in your life who, who deserves your love much more than me,” Donna said, lowering her head, sobbing nervously.

“There's no one in my life, Donna,” you said in a serious voice. The lady opened her mouth to say something, but didn't, letting you speak. “You still don't understand, do you? There has never been, there will never be anyone in my life other than you.”

“But, but, (Y/N)… You, you can't keep loving me. Not after what I did to you,” she said, revealing your own confession, the truth that still lived in your heart.

“That's your problem, Donna. You take too many things for granted,” you sighed, fixing your hair.

“I still love you,” she said quietly, slowly approaching, taking one of your hands in hers by surprise. You allowed it. “If I could change things, make it so you had never left, I would…”

You couldn't take it anymore, you had to do it. Your body moved, your hands caressed her cheek while your lips landed on hers slowly at first, desperately later.

“(Y/N)…” she sighed, painfully moving away from you.

“No matter how hard I try, I can't stop loving you,” you sighed, resting your head on her chest, letting her trembling arms hold you close to her.

“I’m begging you, amore mio, come back to me, please…I , I can't live without you…” she sobbed, hugging you desperately, almost hurting you. “Please, let's be a family, the three of us, please…”

“A family…”you sighed, sinking into the black fabric of her dress, into her lavender perfume. “Sounds, sounds good, doesn't it?”

“Mom…” a childish voice interrupted your hug. Katia tugged curiously at your dress. “I'm cold, shall we go home?”

You and Donna looked at the girl and then at each other, kissing passionately for a brief moment, finding forgiveness, reconciliation, hope that you had fixed what seemed broken.

“Yes, honey, let's go home, the four of us...”

[gaysindistress]

Limits of a Fae Heart - five

Pairings: Azriel x Reader Summary: With war looming over their heads, the Inner Circle is desperate for a solution. The one they found comes in the form of a resurrected female who’s fated to not only their Shadowsinger but once to their enemy as well. Word count: 3.4k Warnings: reader is AFAB, mentions of the female body/parts, cursing, sexual content (p in v), spitting but it's hot, choking, slight dom/sub vibes, I'm actually awful at tagging things but there's smut. for the love of all things holy, do not read if you are a minor. One | two | three | four | six

taglist: @dr4g0ngirl @isa1b2h3 @sidthedollface2

Cassian has made it known several times that the tension between Azriel and I is getting on his nerves. He’s not so casually told us to get a room many times since the morning he interrupted us. It’s truly only been a couple of days but with just the three of us to keep each other company, we’re all starting to go a little mad. 

Then again watching an abandoned camp for days on end because your high lord said so would do that to anyone.

By the fourth day of watching and edging closer to the camp with absolutely nothing to show for it, Cassian approaches me as I’m sitting by the fire, trying to warm my stiff body. He plops himself down next to me and lets out a dramatic sigh as he leans back on his hands. I don’t spare him a glance and he lets out another sigh. I look over at him to see him already giving me a playful but annoyed look. 

“Yesss?” I ask as I stick my hands closer to the flames.

“When are we going to be done with this boring stake out? The camp has been abandoned for close to a week now and unless I’m blind, there’s no reason for us to be here anymore.”

“If you’re asking to go home, just ask.”

“Fine, can I go home? You and Azzie boy can stay here and stare lustfully at each other all you want but I would like to go home and have a proper bath.”

Right on cue, Azzie Boy materializes out of a pocket of shadows and glances between the two of us. A hint of jealous shots down the bond as he takes in how close Cassian and I are. It quickly disappears as Cassian scoots over with a loud huff. 

“Well what’s your answer?” he demands lightheartedly and an arched brow.

Azriel narrows his eyes at his brother and sits across from us, the flames illuminating every inch of his sun kissed face. 

“I planned on going into the camp tomorrow and if I found nothing, then we could leave but I think Azriel and I can handle it ourselves,” I say looking from Cassian to Azriel, who’s already staring at me. He was probably wondering what Cassian was referring to but realization relaxes his face and he nods in agreement. 

Cassian claps his hands together, “Alright it’s settled then. Don’t kill each other and I’ll see you two tomorrow!”

It’s almost pitiful how excited he is to return to Velaris but it’s even more pathetic how quickly he’s on his feet and flying away. 

Azriel leans back against the fallen tree that lays behind him and props one leg up as his shadows drop an apple into his awaiting palm. He’s purposely staying silent; baiting me to initiate conversation and toying with me by pulling out his beloved Truth Teller and using it to carve the red fruit with impressive precision.

His shadows dance around me meanwhile a few brave and handsy ones find their way under my sweater and undershirt and nuzzle against my bare skin. I gasp at their snuggly behavior and go to shake them out when his voice stops me. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

“What does that mean?”

He chuckles as he eats a piece of apple off of the truth teller. “They don’t like when you push them away. Puts them on edge and then they don’t listen to anyone.”

I don’t heed his warning and shake them out anyways, causing them to let out a sound akin to a growl. They immediately find their way back under my clothes and practically mold themselves to my body so I can’t get rid of them so easily again. 

“Told you.”

“By the cauldron,” I groan as I attempt to swat them away, “tell them to leave me alone. They’re freezing.”

He stops his carving and looks at me curiously, tilting his head to the side slightly as his hazel eyes rake over me. “And why would I do that? They’re perfectly fine where they’re at.”

I send him an annoyed glare before I climb to my feet and walk towards the tent for another night of restlessness.

“Where are you going, sweet girl?”

“What have I said about calling me that?”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with an intense gaze and an almost feral smirk.

“And where does it look like I’m going? To bed obviously,” I say in a clipped tone and gesture to the tent. 

“No you’re going to lay there and flop around until the crack of dawn. Come here.” The shadows imprinted onto me do their singer’s bidding and push me back towards him. 

“Excuse me!”

He cuts off what was inevitably going to be a tepid attempt at a lecture from me. “Enough of that. Come sit next to me.”

With the shadows wrapped tightly around me and pulling at me, I don’t exactly have a choice but follow their lead. They finally ease up when I’m sitting beside him, almost shoulder to shoulder and he offers me a slice of apple. 

“What’s that look for?” he asks when I look between him and the slice with a scrunched up expression.

“When did you become so commanding?”

“You have a problem with it?”

I roll my eyes at the way his plump lips are turned up in a smile and are parted to show off his perfect teeth. “I have a problem with males who think they can tell me what to do. You of all people should know that doesn’t go over well with me.”

“Maybe but I’m not just any other male now am I?”

“Yes you are.”

I go to take the slice but he pulls it away, clicking his tongue at me. “Open your mouth, pretty girl,” he murmurs to me and I know it’s a challenge designed to test my resolve.

The nickname and his low timbre sets something ablaze in me and I know I stand no chance in beating my him. His win comes in the form of my lips parting to allow the sticky sweet slice to greet my awaiting tongue. He tracks my every movement, intently watching as its juice wets my lips and my tongue cleans it up.

“It’s my job to anticipate people’s next move but you?” Azriel says with a shake of his head and goes back to carving pieces out of his half eaten apple. “Just when I think I have you figured out, you do the exact opposite of what I expected. It should frustrate me but it doesn’t. Why do you think that is, sweet girl?”

“Maybe you’re bad at your job,” jumps out with my breathy voice and he blinks at me with an arched brow. “Perhaps it’s for the better if you find a new profession or stop treating me like one of your targets. You’ll stop disappointing yourself that way.”

“Now I never said that it was disappointing.” he chides and grabs my chin when I try to look away from his soul blazing gaze, “It keeps me on my toes, never really knowing what you’re going to do.” 

“You really are like every other male; needing to be challenged but not enough to make you feel lesser. You all have this need to control.” I whisper and let my gaze fall to his lips briefly, “I’ve already told you and quite frankly shown you that I’m not one to fall in line because a pretty face told me to.”

He searches my face for a hint of humor as he holds me in place. Testing me, he leans into me and when I think he’s going to kiss me, I let my eyes flutter closed only for him to draw back. From beneath my lashes, I see a feral smirk break across his face. 

“You think I have a pretty face?”

“That’s what you took from that?”

“Answer the question.”

“You’re infuriating beautiful and I hate looking at…”

Azriel silences me with a hungry kiss, our hands desperately searching for something to hold onto as our tongues collide against each other and drink in the other’s sweet taste. His lips are soft as they slide against my own while his hands feel jagged tangling into my hair. Cold metal presses into my scalp and I can’t say that I’m surprised he didn’t drop his beloved truth teller when he launched himself at me.

My hands find their place on his chest and the nape of his neck, slowly making their way into his mess of dark waves. The soft noises that rumble through his chest when I tug at his hair emboldened me and I sharply pull, forcing him to let me lead.

He does for a moment. That is until he is shadows that are still wound around me, something I forgot about, trace over the raised lines of my hidden wings. A whimper falls from me and Azriel hungrily laps it up using his shadows to drag me into his lap. My arms wind around his neck while letting out a surprised noise when I feel his confined cock against me. We break away and that’s when I realize my breathing is so heavy that I’m almost panting but Azriel is no better. He tilts his head up again to playful nip at my bottom lip, trapping it between his teeth before letting it go and kissing the red mark on it.

I hear myself whine at the loss of his lips and heated touch but I can’t find it in myself to care. I’m slipping into the abyss of lust that is between us and pulling tight at our bond and it feels absolutely amazing. 

He’s growing cockier by the minute much to my dismay. “If you’re this flushed after a few kisses, I can’t imagine how you’d look after I’m done with you.”

With a flash of silver in the fire light, the truth teller is safely tucked away again and both of his hands come to grip my hips. He dips his head to plant wet kisses across my jaw and whispers against the supple skin of my neck, “but tell me, pretty girl, do you want that?”

Words feel pointless, coiled in my throat and morph into something else while they come out in the form of broken whines. 

“Come on, beautiful, use your words.”

I quietly mumble “yes” and let out a high pitched whine when he sucks a bruise over my pulse. He mumbles something like “good girl” as his shadows engulf us and my back hits the cold mat of my bed roll with him slotted between my legs. 

Azriel continues his attack on my neck and I lean my head to the side to grant him more access but not without teasing him. “Couldn’t walk ten feet?”

He runs his tongue up the column of my neck. “Are you complaining?” he shots back with a bold flick of his tongue of my ear lobe before taking it between his lips, sucking and nibbling on it. 

“N..no,” I try to say as my body shudders when he starts to roll his hips into mine. 

I vaguely hear his voice but I’m too caught up in the feeling of his clothed cock pressing into my core. A forceful grip on my jaw drags my attention to the male above me; his wings are flared behind him while his shadows dance around the room and curl against the both of us. Those gorgeous dark waves fall around his sculptured face and he gazes down at me with those hooded hazel eyes. 

“Keep talking to me, sweet girl. I want to hear you no matter what, understand?

I barely nod and it’s not good enough for him. He squeezes my cheeks and doubles down on his original question, “I said ‘keep talking’. I need you to tell me that you understand. That you’ll stop me if it gets to be too much.”

“Yes! Gods, yes Azriel I understand!” I moan out, already running out of patience as I arch my back and roll my hips into his, matching his pace as best as I can. 

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers before continuing his trail of blazing kisses down my neck.

I go to drag my hands down his neck but his shadows are quick to grab them and pin them above my head. He chuckles at my frustration and feeble attempts to pull my hands free as he sits back on his hunches.

With only the fire light from outside to illuminate the tent, Azriel looks like a god above me. The power that radiates off of him commands the flames to perfectly bathe every inch of his taunt and towering body. His blue siphons shimmer in the dim light, reflecting my own pathetic state back at me. If I could I would’ve turned over so I wouldn’t have to see the satisfaction on his face as he gazes down at me completely at his mercy. He makes a disapproving sound as he gently takes a leg in his hand, caressing my thigh and calf before stopping at my boots.

“You’re not going shy on me now are you, beautiful?” He murmurs against my ankle, kissing each inch he reveals as he tugs off my boot.

“Fuck you,” I choke out when more shadows join in. They replace his warm touch when he’s moved on, kneading where his hands once were and licking at the places his kisses have grown cold. Being so thoroughly surrounded by him is intoxicating and I find myself going dumb before he’s even touched me.

“Already doing that, sweetheart.”

Gods this fucking male.

Azriel repeats his actions with my other leg and moves to my pants next. We watch each other with half lidded eyes as he takes his time unlacing them and deliberately brushes his long fingers against the bare skin at my waist. When he starts the painstakingly slow motion of pulling them down my thighs, the damned shadows crawl up my torso. They drag his sweater and my thin long sleeve up my body, helping me to pull it off before tugging my bra down to shamelessly play with my breasts, groping and kneading at the tender skin.

The Shadowsinger’s eyes are blown wide, leaving only black in the place of the golden hazel as he watches them play with me. A long sinful moan is pulled from me when the shadows tug at my nipples and it seems to snap him back to reality. He pulls my pants off completely and inhales sharply when he sees the rapidly growing wet spot on my underwear. His eyes flutter closed as the scent of my arousal invades his nostrils and when they open, a fire is blazing in them. He looks devastatingly handsome staring at that spot like it’s the first glimpse of water he’s seen after weeks in the desert. 

“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” he mumbles more to himself while he slides his hands up to my knees and lowers himself to lay on his stomach before me. Another pair of shadows wrap around my thighs, preventing them from closing when he lightly runs his fingers over my clothed core. I writhe and struggle against my restraints with a loud huff, halting the male between my legs. 

 “Talk to me, sweet girl,” he asks in an affectionate tone, searching my face as he rests his head against the inside of my thigh. The same soothing sensation strokes at our bond and my face flushes even more as I search for the words. “What do you want?”

Light kisses are littered on my thigh as I stutter, “more… I need more.”

“More what?” he asks, forcing me to say exactly what I want. As he speaks he les his warm and wet tongue drag across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “More what?” he asks again with a mischievous smirk taunt on his bitten lips as he licks directly over my covered slit.

“Touch me more, Az please.” It feels terribly pathetic to beg him and I’d cover my face if the shadows weren’t tightening their hold on my wrists. 

My mate immediately drags his thick tongue over the thin fabric covering my core and mouthes at me through it. He circles my hole before flicking the tip of his tongue over my clit. Desperate please build in my chest while my brain turns to mush having him so close to where I need him but just out of reach. It’s beyond frustrating and he knows it, smirking and chuckling at me in my disheveled and starving state.

Whimpers and whines grow into loud pleas and sinfully wanton moans as he works his tongue over the soaked fabric. After about the fourth time he nearly touches my clit, I start to realize that my wordless begging isn’t going to spur him into removing the offending piece of clothing. He wants words but I won’t let myself beg again just yet.

So I try the bond, sending every ounce of lust and desire that I have down to him. His only reaction is a slight quiver of his wings and an airy chuckle against my core. 

“Nice try, sweetheart but that wasn’t what i told you to do. Remind me, what did I tell you?”

He’s completely stopped using his tongue and has moved to dragging his fingers up and down my slit.

I throw my head back with a growl at the loss of stimulation. My heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest and I squeeze my eyes shut, willing it to calm down so I can think straight. The shadows are quicker than me and stop any thinking I may have done with another harsh pinch to each nipple.

“Until you can tell me exactly what you need, I’m perfectly happy to keep bringing you to the edge over and over again.”

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath. “Fuck me with your tongue, fingers, I don’t care. Just fucking get on with it already, Az.” 

“Now was that so hard?”

I go to snap at him however I’m cut short by him kissing the juncture of my thigh before he pulls my underwear to the side and lightly laps at my soaked folds. He starts slow, kitten licking and teasing me to gauge my reactions. With the shadows around my thighs, I don’t have a lot of range but I’m able to move my hips against his face enough to get some relief.

Azriel takes pity on me and his tongue, wide and rough, finds my clit the moment he licks a decisive strip up my core. His mouth becomes glued to me as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. That feeling in my lower stomach grows tighter when he sucks on my clit and pulls back to blow on it. Throwing my head back, moans fall unhindered and my hips start to move wildly against his mouth.

More shadows find their way around me, caressing and kneading everywhere they can touch. Some tangle into my hair, pulling at the strands while others grope my ass only adding to the bliss that is Azriel’s expert tongue working me into oblivion. 

He brings a hand up to let his fingers circle my hole, collecting my wetness before plunging two fingers in. He smirks against me after my hips falter and he slips his free arm under me, holding my hips up so he can bury his face into me even further. I whine and mewl as Azriel circles my clit and flicks it in time to the come hither motion he’s making with his fingers inside me.

“Az…Az, oh gods, I’m gonna..gonna cum,” I cry out. His shadows double down on their groping and massaging while he doesn’t let up eating me out like a man starved. He watches my orgasm crash over me through half lidded eyes and I try as best as I can to keep eye contact however my own eyes feel heavier than ever before. 

Azriel whispers words of reassurances and praises against my heated skin as he kisses his way back up to me. The shadows around my thighs loosen and draw light circles where their bruising grip once was. The ones on my wrists relax and caress the sore muscles from being held above my head.

“You did so well, sweet girl. So good for me,” he mumbles between labored breaths that mirror mine. I nod in agreement, cupping his face and pulling him down for a much slower kiss than before.

“So perfect, made for me…taking everything I give you,” he mutters against my lips. His wings shake out above us and mine feel like they’re about to do the same when one of the shadows dances over where they’re melding into my body.

He lets his body settle against me, once again letting his hips press into mine but now it’s unbearable. Im still sensitive and the feeling of his leather covered cock against me drags broken sobs from my chest. Like the teasing male he is, Azriel shushes me against my lips as one of his hands finds my thigh and urges my leg over his hip. With my leg around his waist, he moves us at a pace that makes us both moan into our kiss. He drops his hand next to my head while the other comes to rest on my throat, tilting my head back when he pulls away and drags his thumb over my puffy bottom lip.

“Such a pretty mouth,” he growls, staring lustfully at the way that my tongue swirls around the tip of his thumb. I suck at it and he pushes between my lips, allowing me to work it with my tongue like I would his cock. His eyes darken when I release it with a pop and a string of saliva connects us.

A heavy weight constricts my chest and pushes all of the air out of breath thanks to the tsunami of burning desire that Azriel sends to me. “Open up, sweet girl.” 

With our hips grinding slowing down and moving into a lazy, occasional jolt of pleasure, I obey. Without being told, I rest my tongue on my bottom lip, a silent agreement to what he’s about to do.

Azriel’s cock twitches against me as he spits into my mouth and I swallow it with a satisfied smirk. He curses under his breath and his cock twitches again.

And this is when we find ourselves in a rather unfortunate situation; he’s fully clothed while I’m bare save for my bra that’s been pulled under my breasts.

My pawing at his chest gives him the hint and he leans back to quickly rid himself of his leathers while his shadows keep me entertained. They flick and pinch at my pebbled nipples while sneaking down to rub me through my underwear.

The moment his clothes are off, I push myself up and climb into his lap to wrap myself around him. I kiss him like he’s the air that I need and he matches me in pace and passion.

Droplets of sweat race down his broad tattooed chest and his hair is messy and tangled. His arms, perfect matches to his chest, broad, muscular and tattooed are wrapped around me, keeping me in place as he ruts into me. He rocks his aching cock against my barely covered puffy and oversensitive clit while we devour one and other. His breath hitches in his throat when I grind down on him and my nails scrap against the base of his wings. 

“Do…do that again,” he whimpers into our kiss and I happily oblige.

I start with lightly dragging my nails against the base again before moving up the ridge of his wings. The barely there touch is enough to make him groan out and break our kiss to throw his head back in pleasure. I take my chance to assault his neck with my own kisses and bites when I repeat the motions to his wings. His hips stutter under me as my delicate touch combined with the hardness of his aching cock become too overwhelming.

Azriel groans out, frustrated that there’s still a layer of thin fabric separating us and seconds later, I feel the cold tip of the truth teller slice through my underwear. His shadows remove them from between us while he holds my hips in a bruising grip to rub my wetness against him. Back and forth, he drags the head of his cock through my folds, stealing desperate moans from my swollen lips. 

“Az,” I whine as I feel his thick tip catch against my clit, “please Az.”

He coos to me as if he’s being sweet as he continues to torture me. “Please what, sweet girl?”

“Fuck me Azriel,” comes out in broken sobs when he lines himself up and snaps his hips up, fully sheathing his thick cock in my warm heat. He waits for me to adjust to his size, only moving when I wiggle against him. He sets a brutal pace, fucking up into me in calculated and determined thrusts. The near painful hold he had on me is grounding as he pumps his dick into me and I cry out as pleasure starts to build into a second orgasm.

He pulls out only to guide me lay on my side to the bed roll and drags me against his chest, slipping in from behind. Wrapping one heavily tattooed muscular arm around my neck, he lets the other come to wrap around my middle and play with my puffy clit. The corded muscles are flexing as he holds me in place against him, ensuring that I have no choice but to take his thick cock. 

“I want everyone in Velaris to hear you,” he grunts against my ear as he sets a cruel pace from behind me. Downright sinful sounds fall from my permanently open mouth and his own beautiful sounds fill my ears when my core throbs and clenches around him.

“You can be louder, pretty girl,” he urges me while tightening his already unyielding grip around my neck. My hands sink into his arm, leaving red marks in their wake as I cry out, body trembling and writhing against him.

I tilt my head back to rest against his shoulder as we continue to move against each other. His cock drags against my walls in a painful way and my eyes flutter shut from the white hot pleasure it brings me. I’m pulsing around him and pleading with him to come with me. 

“Shush, pretty girl. Let me take care of you. Come for me, beautiful. I know you need to,” his breath feels like an inferno in my ear and I involuntarily moan at his praise. I know I can’t possibly be seen as anything other than a mess; tears streak my face and sweat collects in my hairline but none of that stops Azriel, my mate, from praising every inch of me. 

The last sharp thrust and caress of his tongue against my neck are what push me over the edge as my hands dig into his arm. His own release is almost upon him as his thrusts falter and he goes to pull out but my hand darts behind me and grips his hip.

“Come…with me.”

A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest, “you want me to come in you, pretty girl? You want me to mark you with my cum? Make it so every male who ever comes near you smells me? Is that what you want?”

“Yes, gods yes yes…please…come with me…please come in me.”

My begging sparks him to snap his hips even harder than before as he works us through our orgasms together. Both sweet and humiliating words continue to pour from his mouth between his kisses as he alternates between licking and biting at my lips. His arm loosens around my neck and shifts to cup my shoulder instead while the other grasps my hip.

“You did so well, sweet girl. So proud of you, took me so well,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into my neck while our highs start to come down and our breathing slows. Finally our bond feels content; overjoyed that we are together and basking in the raw affection we have for each other.

I know that there is a part of it that won’t be satisfied until we accept it, until I accept him and offer him a meal that I made just for him. 

My heart skips a beat when that thought crosses my mind however this time it’s out of panic. What if’s and past traumas flash in my mind, no doubt flooding the bond with seemingly unwarranted anxiety. 

I try to pull away from Azriel but he holds me as he whispers softly from behind me, “Stay with me, my sweet girl. You’re crashing and you need affection right now. Let me help you through it.”

Panic sinks its talons into me even further, causing my heart to race, my breathing to grow too fast, the feeling of slipping into thick water without a way out to overcome. Tears spring from my eyes again and his voice sounds muffled even though it’s right next to me. 

“Breath with me.” His chest rises and falls against my back and my body falls into sync with it. The bond fills me with nothing but adoration and pure contentment, pushing away the crashing low I had begun to slip into.

“Good, just follow my breathing, just like that. You did so well, I’m so proud of you. Keep breathing with me and let me take care of you, beautiful. Let me give you the affection you need.”

For the first time ever in my life possibly, I feel safe. I feel safe in the arms of this mysterious Shadowsinger. I feel protected, cared for, and loved by Azriel, my mate.

[bigboysfalldeep]

The soccer stud—Marco

Since I can remember, I have always loved watching soccer. There was just something about pretty—sometimes bulky—men wearing skin-tight shirts, thin shorts, long socks, and those damn boots—especially in the rain with white gear. I was so happy when I got the job as an equipment manager for the local club.

I not only got to watch these handsome men play, but I was responsible for their sweaty, dirty, tight gear—a dream come true. It got even better when I met Marco, one of the club's star players. He was always so eager to play and to do what was best for the team, and most importantly to me, he looked so good wearing that black and yellow gear.

I knew I needed him to be mine and to obey me completely. That's when my other interest came into play: hypnosis, or conditioning, to be more precise.

It was just so much fun to play with a man's mind, especially the pretty ones—athletes—and men in uniform were the most exciting.

The training was about to begin in around 10 minutes. Most players were already on the pitch, waiting for the trainer. I prepared the equipment beforehand, so I could stroll through the stadium's tunnels, looking for my special one, Marco.

As I made my way toward my little office, I noticed that the locker room door was only ajar. That was interesting. I opened the door to find him standing in front of his locker, his back turned to me. Fuck, he looked so good wearing his gear; his ass especially looked fine in these black shorts.

Marco took a huge sip from his water bottle before he turned around. At first, he flinched, but once he realized it was me, he sighed.

"You scared me, dude." He chuckled while I smiled warmly.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to." I kept smiling when I noticed he was holding one of my special water bottles.

I filled these bottles with water—no ordinary water, a special mixture of herbs, and a low dose of drugs—to put people at ease and calm them down. I told him that those would boost his abilities to train and play in general. He was really into that idea.

"I hope you like it." I motioned for the bottle in his hand. Marco's eyes shifted between mine and the bottle before he smiled shyly.

"It's really good." He licked his lips, savoring the taste lingering inside his mouth.

It felt like he had had multiple drinks today already. He seemed to need more time to think and form coherent thoughts.

"Very good." I nodded, but I needed to check something else. "Did you manage to give my playlist a go? You know, the one I created for your gym sessions?"

Marco closed his eyes for a second, thinking about my question, before he bit his lower lip. "It's a good playlist." He said this, looking at me with his eyes barely open.

"Good." I nodded again. "Then this might work out."

Taking a deep breath, I placed a hand on his shoulder, touching his jersey. Touching him through it made me so happy.

He leaned into my gentle touch just enough to still keep eye contact with me.

When I started to stroke him, his collarbone, and further to his neck, he started to purr quietly while looking at me so happily.

"Very good boy." I growled. "You've been drinking a lot and enjoying the playlist, haven't you?"

Marco kept smiling, enjoying my soft strokes. "Yesss." He purred, and subconsciously, he started to stroke his own chest through his tight jersey.

"Listen. We don't have much time." I gently pulled him into me to whisper into his ear.

"You did so good, Marco." I breathed into his ear, causing him to let out a low guttural moan.

Both of us took several deep breaths.

Marco, because his week-long conditioning was slowly taking over. All those songs are intertwined with hidden messages, just barely noticeable when you know they're in there, telling him to obey and to do anything for his one true owner.

Me, on the other hand? I couldn't believe how well it was working! I was holding this beautiful soccer boy so close to my body—the feeling of his gear on my skin, the faint scent of him in my nose, and the staggering excitement building up inside my stomach—fucking good.

"I want you; I need you to be mine." My voice broke once at the simple thought of owning him and using him however I desired.

At the same time, I keep stroking his neck and collarbone while using my other hand to stroke his firm chest and tummy.

I always enjoyed the feeling of the jersey's fabric on my skin, so it made me so hard so fast, but touching him through the thin shirt made it even better. 

It was easy to tell that his body was reacting purely on instinct: his muscles tensed quickly and his breathing quickened slightly.

Marco's mind was working overtime, just to be flooded with the easiest command right now: listen and obey.

"You would like it to be owned, wouldn't you?" I whispered into his ear, causing him to moan in agreement with his barely hearable voice.

"Good boy." I kept stroking his tummy before I gave in to my curiosity.

While he melted more and more into me, I let my hand run even further down his body to feel his body through his tight shorts. It felt amazing: he was so hard, so big that I needed to confirm his size by looking down as well. His length was tenting visibly, straining the fabric of his shorts.

I made sure to make the most of this moment. I let my hands emcompass his entire form, from his thick pecs to his abs, back, ass, and thighs. It felt so good, and he was enjoying it as much as I was, for sure. Marco kept groaning, grunting, and purring while my hands felt every inch of his body react to the slightest touch.

I took another deep breath to regain my composure.

"Listen. Just keep drinking your water, keep working out with my playlist, and soon you will be ready." I said, running my hand up and down his ever-growing shaft.

He enjoyed himself so much, moaning quietly to himself.

"Give me a video call tonight." I steadied his head by his neck, forcing him to look into my eyes. His own were so pretty—unfocused, slightly sleepy—and their usual spark faded away. "At nine."

"Yes." He purred happily once more.

"And make sure to wear that beautiful kit of yours." I stroked his member twice, then went back to his firm chest and soft tummy.

"Mhmmm." He groaned.

"Now, it's time for training." I patted his pecs firmly. "Do your best."

Marco's eyes focused on mine while I was still stroking him. However, he didn't mind it at all.

"I will." He smiled again, and I watched him leave excitedly.

Training went well, but my whole body was just waiting for tonight.

And sure enough, right on time, my phone rang. It was Marco, and my heart started racing—it worked so well.

When I accepted the incoming call, I let out an audible moan, seeing his beautiful face through my screen.

His face was so pretty, and his eyes were searching for mine. Slightly unfocused, yet so vacant. He was wearing his entire kit, shoes, and all.

"Good boy." I said as I started to stroke myself through my shirt—god, this was exciting.

Marco's entire body reacted to my voice, and he started to smile derpily.

"I prepared a video for you, Marco." I shared my screen and opened a video I found years ago. A pretty little spiral to make him go under even further. "Just watch this; it will make you feel so much better."

"Okay." Marco nodded.

While he focused everything on the video, I started a screen recording. I was so excited to see what was actually happening—he should be conditioned to react to the spiral. I love these songs and knew the power of the hidden messages and the conditioning they contain, but the only thing I could do was wait and see.

The more he watched it, the deeper he went. His pretty eyes were glazed; a foggy gray consumed them as they rolled back into his head. Drooling, he got up from his chair so that his crotch was front and center.

And what a sight to behold! His member was even harder and bigger than before. His shorts were barely able to contain him, let alone conceal him.

Marco moaned loudly as he started to jerk off through his shorts. This caused me to do the same. My cock was pressing against my track pants, and I was leaking already—better than I had expected.

"Very good, boy." I growled into the microphone, causing him to groan and moan even louder. Feeling myself grow even bigger, I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.

Marco, on the other hand, wasn't done yet.

His hand slipped inside his tight shorts as he kept jerking off so fast, causing his body to twitch slightly. He touched himself, his ass lovingly as he moaned again, clearly enjoying this so much.

I could tell he was acting merely on conditioning, having experienced something similar before.

This caused me to shoot a load into my pants, widening the already wet patch considerably. I let out a low grunt as he did the same.

Marco's body stopped as he shot load after load into his shorts; much to my amusement, he kept jerking off.

Licking my lips, I watched him pull his sweaty, sticky cock out of his pants to fondle with it. 

He was so thick and so pretty—the perfect man.

As he kept stroking himself, I enjoyed the show. The spiral was still going, spinning and turning, until the video ended.

"You did so well, Marco." I said as he sat back down to look at me through the camera.

"Thank you." He smiled derpily.

"Make sure to keep this kit for me; I want it for myself." I chuckled, but he just purred in response.

"We will see each other on Thursday, okay?"

I watched his eyes focus slightly, and at first, I thought I screwed up. But instead, he smiled and pulled his shorts back up, completely unbothered by his stained clothes, his hard cock, or me talking to him through his phone.

"I hope so." Marco winked teasingly.

Then he ended the call and left me speechless—it couldn't have gone better.

[regularconvexheadcanons]

I have a few I adore

1: Cub when Sculked stayed far away from Scar, afraid of hurting or infecting him. But he also desperately craved Scar to be near him as it was very very lonely. Scar however was more worried for Cub, and told him he didn’t care if he got infected if it meant the other didn’t have to be alone. Kind of reminded Cub of how they got vex possessed one season. Scar refuses to leave his side. It might be unhealthy, but they both can’t help it.

2: Vexes don’t smile showing teeth. It’s a sign of aggression or hunger. Cub and Scar don’t even flash teeth at each other or other hermits. So when in the life series, Cub watched Scar flash his teeth at someone. They’d think it was a sign of friendship, but anyone who knows Vex knows Scar is threatening them.

3: Another I liked is Cub was furious at Grian after Double Life. And refused to be near or talk to him for a long while. Afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself after how Scar came back very clingy and worried Cub would leave him for someone better. Eventually they worked it out, but there is still a bit of tension if the subject is ever brought up.

4: Cub can cook but can’t bake. Scar can bake but can’t cook. So it works out in the end lol.

I’ll think of more later as I have a few.

1: yesss that’s adorable I love it

2: absolutely, that’s so cool, I love it

3: 100% yes. I have a 5-part oneshot all about the fallout after Double Life of Cub and Scar hating Grian for Double Life (and other events because of that)

4: yes. All the yes. And add on my own little headcanon that Cub’s incredibly precise when making food and Scar’s just ✨chaos✨. And to an even bigger extreme when they’re cooking together just to wind the other up. (‘Oh, Scar, how many grains of sugar do I need?’ ‘Just a handful!’)

And now I want to see the chaos of Scar and Zedaph (who I also headcanon as being the messiest cook around) trying to bake something. Take crazy cooking and make it their genuine preferred method.

[xjulixred45x]

EEEEE HEYYY!!! Im so happy ur request are open like omg my day has gotten SO much better!

Can I please get a Yandere Platonic Lucifer x Daughter reader? (Blue exorcist :>) As well as Yanplatonic Mephisto with daughter reader. ( blood-related. maybe with both readers growing up and realising how shitty their father is??)

We need more content with them and I loved your previous headcannon about Lucifer so- THANKSVSGFS.

Headcannons please :>>>

MORE PLATONIC YANDERE!! YESSS! and from Blue Exorcist! Thats a Plus! Deal!

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles/Platonic Yandere Lucifer x Daughter! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings:(here we go) YANDERE BEHAVIOR, PLATONIC YANDERE, kind of infantilization, MENTAL DAMAGE, ISOLATION, Treats of violence, Manipulation, mental issues due all this, Mephisto is a psycho and Lucifer is NOT BETTER, LONG POST, I think is all.

Platonic Yandere Mephisto

He's a very difficult platonic yandere to have because you simply can't take him seriously and he can't take you seriously.

Mephisto is a case in which you know from the beginning that he is a screwed up father, and not in the "trash man" sense but in the sense that he has something wrong in his head and he knows it himself.

He is like the Mad Hatter in several ways. and you are Alice. HIS ALICE.

Don't get me wrong, of course he loves you, you are the Apple of his eyes, although at first he definitely only kept you out of a kind of curiosity to see how you would turn out once you grew up having been raised by him.

Would you be chaotic? His total opposite? A little of both? Maybe like Amaimon? As long as you weren't like Lucifer, he was quite amused by any outcome.

What he didn't expect was growing up to love you very fast. But he was pretty fine with it. Being your "Dad" was interesting for him and he did have fun when he did it.

And precisely although you interacted with him daily while you were growing up, not only did he raise you, but also maids and other services, it is thanks to that that you knew the difference between good parenting and what HE did.

He was not exactly bad at the start, just too chill, too relaxed, he was NOT an authority figure, but more than anything, this am

Although while you were little, there really were no Yandere tendencies other than the standard honestly.

to be somewhat unsettled, that already seemed part of his nature so it went very unnoticed.

That anyone who tried to hurt you would end up DEAD, even just children who pushed you or people who spoke slightly badly to you, was enough.

although honestly you didn't make the connection with your father and this for a long time.

simply because...it was kind of fun growing up with him? Look, the guy is a walking joke, a jester, the older you got, the more he wanted to interact with you, which led to certain pretty nice moments, like amusement parks, having tea, things like that, NORMAL THINGS you enjoy to have with him.

Remember what I said about him being the Mad Hatter and you being an Alice? You can bet he made that an official nickname for you and they even played "Alice's Underground Adventures in Wonderland" many times.

This, along with the fact that you couldn't really take him seriously, was what made you ignore its most deplorable aspects for YEARS.

that only got worse as you grew up.

For example, Overprotection was not as bad as in other cases (ahemahemDAUGHTER OF LUCIFERahem) but it was definitely annoying due to the absolute lack of privacy.

If you go to True Cross Academy, the contrast between your upbringing and that of your classmates is much more noticeable (apart from the fact that now you can notice more when someone you mention that you dislike disappears or something like that)

and when you mention it to your father or seek an explanation, you are only dismissed! as if you were a little child making up a story for his parents...

It is around this time that you realize Mephisto's unhealthy tendencies towards you, even when he tries to use the excuse that "that's how demons love" you know that he didn't used to love you like that when you were little....or rather malleable?

something is wrong with your father and you BOTH know it...

which obviously generated arguments where no matter what you said or what argument you used, he would always dismiss it by saying that he was the adult who was thousands of years old and that he had the last word over you.

All this not without first trying to infantilize you as much as possible, without success, luckily.

and it was... sad for you, because now you couldn't ignore these aspects of him anymore and know that THIS was really what he wanted.

He doesn't want a daughter, he wants an ETERNAL BABY...

He likes the idea of infantilization in the sense that it brings back good memories of when you were little, he wants to always have that and that's why he wants you to continue acting like that (if you are a complete demon it is a PLUS because you age more slowly and he can do it more easily).

another clingy one who doesn't respect personal space, although he will at least stop if you yell at him for a minute without breathing. although sometimes he prefers that you pamper him eg his dog form. don't question it. he's crazy

a great pamperer! Before all this happened, you used to love their gifts or at least they made you laugh because of how strange/extravagant/ridiculous they were, but now they just make you feel bought...

In general, the whole situation of seeing how your father is trash IS difficult.

However, it is not advisable to rebel against Mephisto, believe me, he will use his powers against you and it will be FOR THE WORSE.

I don't think he's above using his time manipulation to make the isolation that much more unbearable and distressing, even using his apparent ability to materialize things to make the experience a living hell for you.

He is simply not willing to accept that he is wrong. Yes you accept that it is morally wrong, but isn't that the fun thing?

You can't believe I'm still taking all of this as a game at this point, but not really, at least not entirely. Yes, it amuses him to see you all angry with him, but if you try something in his SERIOUS eyes he will get serious.

and that is honestly terrifying.

are you trying to escape? now the hallway is an endless loop, and time passes UNSUFFERENTLY slow. Again.

talk bad to him? He will laugh in your face, those things honestly don't affect him. He is already happy knowing that you are whole, healthy and safe (he would like you to be happy too, but hey, you can't do everything in life).

hurt him? Good try but no, you literally won't even land a hit on him, he doesn't find it that fun because you could get hurt, but he'll let you do it until you get tired. the baby has to burn energy after all.

hurt you? Yes, no, if necessary he will threaten to rip your arms off to prevent you from hurting yourself in any way or doing something worse, he doesn't mean it but for a moment he was scared by the possibility that you could REALLY do something like that.

Honestly, it was terrifying to see him so serious about something, ABOUT YOU. You almost thought he REALLY mean it if it weren't for the fact that HE TOLD YOU NO, he even scolded you for thinking something like that about him.

If he can't watch you, Amaimon does, and while he's not nearly as clever as your father, he definitely asks too many questions and eats too much.

When he is the one watching, he tries to talk to you casually, as if nothing happened. If not, try to remember old moments from the past, but really? it only makes you feel worse, you already have to deal with his current yandere tendencies and your little consolation is the good memories you have FROM THE PAST.

And now he wants to stain that little comfort you have because of a childish whim...? yeah, fuck off.

At least he has the decency to meet some of your demands, like entertainment or your favorite foods, who knows, maybe he'll let you out again if he's feeling generous one day. until then....

Platonic Yandere Lucifer

He's a suffocating platonic control freak Yandere, I mean, you can see it by how he has the Illuminati.

but you honestly didn't realize how fucked up a dad he was until you were a teenager.

precisely because Lucifer is a very manipulative and overprotective type of Yandere over you, regardless of how you have been conceived, you are the light of his eyes, the person he loves the most and the one he TRULY wants to keep safe.

I can see him having conceived you with some human or demon to see if he could use you for a cure for his condition, but he became almost instantly fond of you.

paternal instinct? He would have laughed unfunnyly before, but now it seemed very real.

But then he realized all the possible future scenarios that could happen to you. What happens if you end up with a weak body? Or with his illness? you wouldn't be able to defend yourself from the outside world.

Thanks to his paranoia, he ends up raising you exclusively in the Illuminati base, in a fairly comfortable but very lonely life, of course, maybe he lets you interact with the children of some members from time to time, but they are all terrified in your presence and have a attitude of total submission. You are Lucifer's daughter after all.

Also thanks to this everyone continued with the lie in which your father lived, everyone agreed with him, someone as precious and important as you should not leave and risk being devoured by the world.

(Can you imagine the members of the Illuminati's being platonic Yanderes for you too? ☠️ it would be the last straw but very much in character).

You lived a life very isolated from the world, but Lucifer tried to be an affectionate and attentive father as much as possible, to be better than what he had.

There were still good moments between the two of you.

Let's say you are a healthy girl, but you know that your father is not healthy, he lives in constant pain and sometimes they can't even get him out of bed.

So when one of those days happens, you sit near him and read him something that you both liked, that's how you used to spend the afternoons when there was nothing else to do. These were moments that you both treasured.

but at the same time he loves you like a demon, not like a human.

and normalizes any unhealthy attitude he has towards you as you grow up, you grew up thinking that all of that was NORMAL.

apart from the fact that he substantiated all these habits with half-truths and using his own love for you against you.

You know he loves you very much, si for him is easy to fool you (in the begging) to believe he would never do something that would hurt you BULLSHIT

Do you remember when he was more expressive when he cornered Yukio? I can see him doing something similar with you, being more emotional and expressive in order to manipulate you and get his point across.

not go out under any circumstances? The world is a screwed up place with wars and death everywhere, he doesn't want you to die, hun, you need to understand him.

not have privacy? Do you have something to hide from your FATHER? The demon who loves you most in the world and who would sacrifice everything and everyone for you? DO YOU HIDE THINGS FROM HIM? Either way it is impossible with the Illuminati's on every corner. Don't even try.

He is a master of emotional manipulation, but it is also partly because he himself is a little delusional, he believes he is right.

If you end his illness, he will be EVEN MORE obsessive and overprotective (is that possible??), I'm talking about CAMERAS IN YOUR ROOM TO "MONITOR YOU", not EVEN having a door as such, but a glass one, and he can STILL see Lucifer SICKER than in canon because it would make many resources meant to cure HIM go to you.

Even if you only have a weak body, at the slightest discomfort Lucifer acts as if you are going to die. it is not a joke. And besides, he would make you very afraid that the outside would only worsen your condition until you ended up like him.

He makes you a hypochondriac, basically.

At the same time, I don't think you'll start seeing your father's giant Red Flags until you start interacting more with the outside world or with people other than him but tolerate them (eg, Shima).

It's JUST THERE that you start to question everything. almost an emotional breakdown, because it means that there is a whole ENTIRE WORLD that you could have seen, A completely different and NEW LIFE but your father took that option away from you.

That same insensitive and seemingly cruel person is the same person who has loved you from the beginning and who believes that he does everything to protect you.

Do you see what I'm going for? He has a lot of control over you, even if you realize what a shitty parent and person he is, he makes you justify it based on your "good experience" being raised by him.

but I honestly don't think you could wake up from the "good dad" (or minimally decent) trance until the incident with Shima and Izumo.

NOW, I can honestly see Lucifer using Mrs. Kamiki as an example of "what would happen" if you were to get out of his sight (aka DISOBEY HIM), I can see Lucifer in general using others as cruel examples of what could happen. or pass you.

punishments never fall on you. but in other people so that you understand that, this is the consequence of your actions, YOU are to blame for this, YOU caused it because after all Lucifer would never harm you...

In this type of scenario, if you don't give up in, what he calls, the "revelde phase", he will simply continue bombarding you with horrible images or alien deaths until he breaks your spirit, but it won't hurt you one bit, you should be grateful for it. knowing what he can do...

(It's like he doesn't understand that not hurting you automatically doesn't make him a better father or more worthy of forgiveness, but hey, he's a Lucifer Yandere).

If he manages to mentally break you or you give up before then, he's the first to go hug you and comfort you in his characteristic clumsy and rigid way, but it's mostly because he doesn't quite know how to express how relieved he is that "you've come to your senses" and that you two can return to "normal"

But in general, Lucifer tries to remain very patient with you. You can insult him, try to hurt him, it doesn't matter, take out your anger however you need, you won't be leaving his sight any time soon.

He tries to make me see things "his way", explain himself, but the truth is you don't listen to him anymore...why should you? after all he doesn't do it when you CLEARLY want to LEAVE.

He would continue to keep you inside the Illuminati base, but he is not above using more drastic isolation methods to avoid an escape scenario (which he may not believe is possible because now you are always accompanied by a member of the CULT Illuminati's to keep an eye on you. or keep you company).

Something that remains is that when he is very sick, whether out of habit, Stockholm syndrome, or pity for him, you go and read him a story, not as happy and lively as before, but in a way it gives him a new sense of hope to Lucifer.

Maybe he can make you love again like before, to have those moments again where both of you were good. He wants to have hope...

the hope that they can fix everything once the plan is put into motion, that he can FIX YOU somehow. be happy again...

but until then, he KNOWS he can't afford to lose you, even if you hate him, if you fear him, it doesn't matter right now. just don't leave him...

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[moonselune]

you’re back!!!! Yesss!!! So remember that one ask you did when tav slapped the book out of the male companion’s hands? Well, I was wondering if we can have that but a Lae’zel x Karlach, but instead of books, Karlach scares Lae’zel with a kiss in public? 🥺���

Oooo have not come across this pairing before but glad I have now x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach x Lae'zel | Catch me if you can

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Lae'zel was never one to be easily surprised. A warrior of the Githyanki, she was always alert, always prepared. Yet Karlach had made it her mission to catch her off guard with surprise kisses, a challenge Lae'zel found increasingly perplexing, irritating - and although she would not admit it, warming.

It started one morning in camp. Lae'zel was sharpening her blade, her focus unwavering as she tended to her dear weapon. She heard the faintest rustle of movement behind her but dismissed it as nothing more than a breeze. Suddenly, warm lips pressed against her cheek, startling her. She turned sharply, her eyes wide with surprise, but Karlach was already dancing away, a mischievous grin on her face.

“How do you keep doing that?” Lae'zel demanded, yelling at from across the camp, her voice a mix of annoyance and admiration.

Karlach laughed, the sound full of warmth and joy and yelled back, “A girl’s got to have her secrets,” she teased, blowing Lae'zel a kiss before dashing off.

From that moment on, it became a game. Karlach would sneak up on Lae'zel at the most unexpected times, pressing quick, affectionate kisses to her lips, cheeks, or neck before darting away. Lae'zel, ever the warrior, would give chase, her heart pounding with both the thrill of the hunt and the warmth of Karlach’s affections.

One evening, Lae'zel was practicing her combat forms, her body moving with fluid precision. She sensed movement out of the corner of her eye and tensed, ready to react, to beat her lover at her own game. But Karlach was faster. She swooped in, capturing Lae'zel’s lips in a swift, passionate kiss before sprinting away with a laugh.

“Lae'zel, you’re getting slower!” Karlach called over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Growling in frustration, Lae'zel took off after her, the chase weaving through the camp. Despite her irritation, she couldn’t help but smile. Karlach’s playfulness was a breath of fresh air, a contrast to the seriousness that often weighed on Lae'zel’s shoulders.

One night, Karlach went for a particularly bold move. Lae'zel was meditating by the fire, her mind focused inward as she sought clarity and peace. She heard the softest whisper of footsteps but couldn’t react in time. Karlach’s lips met hers in a deep, lingering kiss, leaving her breathless. This time, Karlach didn’t pull away immediately, and Lae'zel found herself melting into the embrace.

When they finally parted, Lae'zel’s eyes were half-lidded, her breathing uneven. “You are relentless,” she murmured, her voice husky.

Karlach smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Lae'zel’s face. “Only because I love you,” she whispered, her thumb tracing Lae'zel’s cheek.

Lae'zel’s heart swelled with emotion, a feeling she wasn’t entirely accustomed to. “I will catch you one day,” she vowed, her tone soft but determined.

Karlach chuckled, her eyes sparkling. “I look forward to it.”

The game continued, each day bringing new attempts and near-misses. Karlach’s laughter echoed through the camp, a sound that brought smiles to everyone’s faces. And though Lae'zel often found herself frustrated by her inability to anticipate Karlach’s surprises, she secretly cherished each and every kiss.

One morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, Lae'zel stood at the edge of the camp, her gaze focused on the distant hills. She felt the familiar warmth of lips against her cheek and turned swiftly, catching Karlach’s arm before she could escape.

“Got you,” Lae'zel said triumphantly, pulling Karlach close.

Karlach laughed, her eyes shining with affection. “Took you long enough, babe,”

Lae'zel silenced her with a kiss, pouring all her love and passion into the embrace. When they finally broke apart, Lae'zel rested her forehead against Karlach’s, her eyes soft.

“You are infuriating,” Lae'zel said, though there was no heat in her words.

“And you love me for it,” Karlach replied, her smile radiant.

Lae'zel couldn’t argue with that. She held Karlach close, the two of them standing together as the sun bathed the world in golden light. For once, Lae'zel allowed herself to simply be, savoring the warmth of Karlach’s embrace.

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Hope y'all enjoyed it - Seluney xox

[miyuhpapayuh]

Touch somebody...

“You mind if I lose control a lil bit.,” he speaks above her in a way that leaves her wondering if it was even a question or if he was just preparing her.

“It’s just been so long,” he continues speaking, running his finger down the side of her face. “I don’t know if I can hold back.”

“So don’t,” her fingers hook into his shirt, pulling him closer to her for a juicy kiss, immediately starting him up as he begins pulling at her clothes.

His touches were hasty, leaving her body tingling.

Tugging her panties off her hips, the shine between her thighs caught his eye.

A smirk plays on his lips, exciting her.

“Why don’t you do more than look at it.” She boldly says, pulling him out of his raunchy trance.

Nodding, he flips her over. His left hand grips her hip as his right helps enforce her arch.

“Stay just like that.”

The sound of his clothes hit the floor, before she feels his hand glide its way up her neck. His fingers slightly fanned out, making her anticipate his grip.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” her bottom lip is immediately bitten into as he slides inside of her wetland, eliciting a deep growl from his chest.

“Fuuck,”

His hips fuse with her fat ass with each and every deep thrust. One of her hands covers the one at her neck, the other gripping the sheets for dear life.

Her moans get stuck as he curves to her spot. Her eyes roll back at the feeling.

“Oh shit!”

“Yeah,” he kisses her ear, before leaning over her.

“Yeah,” she moans back.

Both of his hands grip her hips, driving into her madly as she takes every stroke. Both of her hands grip the sheets.

“Fuck!” Her eyes shut tightly.

Without a warning, her orgasm rushes through. Her juices leak down her inner thighs and onto him, making that squelching sound that he loves.

“Gimme anotha’ one.” He groans, his hand finally wraps around her neck. It gave her motivation to answer his request, tossing her ass back on his lap.

“That’s right,” he teases, feeling her tighten around him, once more.

His strokes don’t let up as she wets him up for a third time, their bodies sticky and sweaty, by this time.

“Shit!,” she huffs, desperately trying to catch her breath as the chills running up her spine, his heavy strokes continuously take it all away.

“Oh my god– it feels s-so good!”

Still in his zone, he bottoms out inside of her. Watching her back momentarily lose its arch, his palm firmly recreates the slope.

“Just like that, baby.”

Working into her, his tempo sends her inching up the bed. He’s hot on her tail.

“Where you goin’, huh?” The rasp tangled in his words makes her whole body tremble, as he pulls her back towards him by her neck.

With her back pressed against his heaving chest and his lethal, yet delicious grip on her, she knew she’d be completely spent by the time he was through.

“Nowhere.” She finally answered.

Flipping her onto her back, he hungrily captured her lips in a soul searing kiss, sinking back into her.

A collective groan sounds at the feeling of her warmth engulfing him. His strong hands sit on her thighs, keeping them spread as his strokes start back up.

Her eyes wander between them, becoming mesmerized by the sight of him getting lost inside of her gloss, her bottom lip finds its way back between her teeth.

“You see that shit, babe? Mmm... You feel that shit?” His gaze is directly on her.

“Yesss, I feel it!,” she adds her fingers into the mix, pressing them against her clit. Her eyes begin to roll back.

“Shittt,” she gasps, her walls tug on his shaft as another orgasm hits. Her hands grip his hips as his stroke picks up speed.

Her eyes stare back into his now, stuck in his trance. He leans closer to her. His gold chain dangling above her face.

“Like you like, right?”

She nods frantically, her face scrunching up as he glides over her spot, once again.

“Hittin’ that spot, huh,”

“Mmhm!,” her head finds the pillows as he precisely presses up against her spot. Her body jerks as he pounds into her.

“Just like that,” her eyes roll back, feeling her body tighten up.

“Gimme that shit, babe.”

Her nails scratch at his skin as every stroke brings her closer to the edge.

“Give it to me.” His gaze never leaves her blissful expression as he pulls another orgasm out of her.

“Unh!, fuck…” her hearty moan goes straight to his dick, almost fucking him up. He slows down, hissing as she clings to him.

“Shit,” his heavy breathing sounds as he grinds through her death grip. “Pussy got me ready, babe..”

His mouth finds her jaw, nipping at her flesh as he speeds back up.

Yeah, it's short. I know. Some drafts just never get finished lol.

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[video-hole]

Tell me about Omega hcs this instant 🗣️‼️

YESSS !!!!! like with terzo I'm gonna put nsfw under the cut .. gen stuff up here:

you might have noticed this in one of my terzomega drawings, but the bottom of his "mask" is actually his mouth ^_^ the mask is just his face, and his jaw unhinges if he needs to open his mouth. because of the structure of his face, it's usually not visible while he talks, and can only really be seen if he smiles really wide or opens it wide enough to eat.

not quite a klutz, but prone to hurting himself. mostly because he's a big guy and most buildings outside of the pit are built for your average sized person. constantly shoulder checking walls, knocking his head (or worse, his horns) on too-low doorframes, stubbing his toes and hitting his shins on tables. you'd think he'd get used to his size eventually but alas....

VERY well dressed. you wouldn't guess it because he wears his uniform most of the time, but if there's an occasion where he gets to dress up, you better believe he's dressed to the nines.

a man of few words! doesn't talk much, even to terzo. (not that he doesn't talk to him, but that he tends not to ramble or talk for longer than he needs to get a point across)

better at baking than terzo, worse at cooking. he's better with precise instruction and the looseness of cooking overwhelms him with too many options so his food is either very bland of VERY overspiced/overdone. but god damn that man can make a layered pastry in his sleep

HELLO AGAIN FREAKS. time for horny shit again .

he is HUGE. bigger than even your larger than average human dick. terzo is the only human who can regularly take it, and that's only because he's so used to it and so well prepped by now

loooves when terzo uses both of his genitals at once - which usually ends up being getting his clit rubbed while he sucks his dick, getting jerked off while the two of them frot, or getting fingered while he rides him. :]

nipple piercings !!! very sensitive nipples !!!

VERY long tongue. it gets put to use... often.

goes into rut, not heat. if you ever notice terzo needing a cane for about a week out of every month, well.....

LOVES oral, giving and receiving :3

[luffyvace]

I just need ussop x male reader head cannons I can never find any cus I can definitely see them kissing and then ussop bragging about it as is he wasn’t sweating and race red please 🙏 I love your work it makes me smile at how silly it is smt 💙

I KNOWWWW I never see any usopp x male reader!!! 💥💥

awww that scenario is so cute and true <3

THANK YOU!!! That’s so kind of you to say! Yesss I’m so glad you enjoy my siliness because my writing always has been and always will be ;D 💖💖

Honestly Usopp probably isn’t fazed much about the fact that your a male

he’s educated on lgbtq+ and if you hc him to be apart of them that’s probably why!

So he’s not much flustered or surprised at the fact that he likes a guy just the fact that he likes YOU.

and your!- just!- yoursoepicsoawesomesoincrediblesobreathtakingsostunningsoastoundingsoextrodinaryso-

LIKE YOUR JUST SO COOL!-

i mean I guess he could’ve just said that buuuut

’cool’ is not cool enough of a word to describe you😉

alr that was a terrible dad joke but anyway-

thats not the point! The point is!….it really doesn’t matter your gender he just thinks your phenomenal (pan usopp? I’ll let you decide…)

the strawhats also don’t mind!

now every time I write they’re reactions it’s the same so I’m not doing it all over again- 😆

just a few honorable mentions :)

first off Robin knew it’d happen all along and nami got paid from the bets of it

Sanji doesn’t get the appeal but he knows every man isn’t the same (my boy zoro scarred him) and so is everyone’s preferences. (he supports)

luffy suggests to throw a party (just as an excuse to have one) but it’s not a bad excuse so you guys through one anyway

and yeah that’s all your getting 🥰

usopp tells the strawhats (probably luffy first) that you two are dating

he’s so excited when he does 💗

as soon as you say yes he’s running off to find everyone, (again- luffy first) shouting at the top of his lungs that you two are an item

okay on to your scenario~ 😊

*chuu*~ usopp gives you a little kiss on the lips (for the first time)

his face gets as red as a rose while standing there computing that he singlehandedly just had his first kiss with you and in general

you blinked and he’s already bolted off to go brag to the rest of the crew

specifically sanji, luffy, chopper and franky/brook

why them specifically?

Sanji because he didn’t even get to kiss at least Charlotte + plus he got his first kiss and partner before him

luffy & chopper because those are his loser bsfs

franky and brook? because he’s way younger than them and he got his first kiss before them 😂😂

he basically couldn’t stop boasting about it for a week straight

even then he’ll bring it up every chance he gets

”you may be strong sanji but at least I’ve had my first kiss” 😁☝️

his love languages are physical touch & gift giving (quality time too)

he will never not be shy about physical touch 💗

he just never gets used to it

his affections? (🤗) he lives for every form of physical touch ever from you

kiss on the cheek/forehead/lips/temple/hand, cuddles, linking pinkies/hold hands, footsie, high fives, shoulders/knees touches

you name it he wants it

seriously even the little stuff- generally before you start dating

Because then he’s even more shy/nervous around you

I haven’t mentioned that but he definitely is

he doesn’t know what to not do or how to act

yes those precisely bc he worries he’ll screw smth up by doing smth you don’t like

as far as how to act he simply doesn’t know what to do with himself around you

he becomes very self conscious

I’m sure quite a few peeps do in front of they’re crush ^v^

making you laugh counts as a love language for him

he loves the sound of your laughter. it lets him know he’s making you happy

he’s really worried about being a good boyfriend

so when he’s able to make you laugh he knows he’s doing something right

with quality time it’s all about the fact that he looooves to be around you!

whenever your away?

*goes to find you/asks around about your whereabouts* “hey m/n whatcha doin?” 😋

don’t get me wrong he’s not clingy the man still has hobbies—you know working in the usopp factory n such

But he does like to spend a good portion of his day with his lover 💛 (who doesn’t?)

gift giving is heavily his thing since he can give you his tinctures

you know cuz he likes to make stuff?

especially if your weak

then you can defend yourself

and he won’t have to worry about you <3

even if you are strong he’ll still make you stuff :P

maybe something that can help in battle but since you can handle yourself it likely protain to other things you like

if your strong he 💯 runs to you to protect him when danger comes

”YEAH!! M/N’S GONNA BEAT YOU UP! YOU BETTER NOT MESS WITH US!!”

(he’s saying this as he runs away :3)

if he ever manages to save you he’d be so proud of himself and brag to everyone about it

”yeah!! I saved m/n’s BUTT!” 😼

he keeps retelling the story more dramatic a each time and the only one still buying it is chopper <3

even luffy don’t believe him no more 🗿

If your weak he will protect you with everything he’s got!

even if that ain’t much 💪

which it’s essentially just him telling you to run, stalling, then running away himself

He likely leads the threat to someone who can defeat them and takes the credits 😎

random :)

he is most certainly simping if you have abs

like he would just loooove to watch you work out 😍😍🙏

if you met back in syrup village he probably followed you everywhere

like you were his only friend before the usopp pirates type thing

Btw you were the vice captian of said group

If you’ve known each other for that long it’s likely love and not just a crush by now but you label it ��‍♀️

if not then when you helped save his village he prob developed a crush on you then

how bravely you fought 😍 (even if you were crying like him)

Or maybe he goes to your island and he finds you very cool (even if your not physically strong)

either way he romanticizes how you really are and develops a crush on that idea of you. BUT- dw he DOES genuinely love you ‼️

quick mention on kaya- lets say him, you and kaya were just close friends and they weren’t crushing on each other

you, chopper, usopp and luffy are a group- ain’t no doubt about it c;

y’all are always being silly 😜

If your the mature one of the group your gonna go crazy 🤗🤗 not crazier than nami

Pranks also happen a lot (water bucket on door, stealing stuff, ding dong ditching etc.. little harmless stuff 😚)

overall usopp boyfriend review and rating? 100/100 green flag please date him

Usopp def needs some more content ! Male reader particularly

Hope you enjoy lovely nonny~♡

[squid-seraph]

WHIVER N FRYE!!!! YESSS!!! God Xeno inklings are so great, they’re like little aquatic cats. Wanna pick ‘em up by the scruff of their neck

precisely

[lunarmoves]

You have a point about the shoelaces, I literally wrote in a personal fic of mine where Sun would tie y/n’s shoes for them because they would always tie them uneven and be bothered by it, so Sun started doing it for them cuz you know, he’s a robot, he’s gonna do it precisely and perfectly.

And at first it’s like sure whatever yep, tying laces. Nothing special. But then the closer they get, the more y/n stares down at Sun tying their shoes and wanting it to last longer and looking at him focus on such a task to help them be more comfortable…and Sun notices. And they both got those hearts fluttering and they’re so close together and it’s adorable

YESSS NONNIE U GET IT U GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ive had a one shot sitting in my drafts for like a year about this EXACT thing and i just- GAHH. the closeness that tying one's shoelaces brings!! they are on their knees in front of u or u have your foot propped up on their thigh as they tie the string together. and then double knot it and then give it a little firm tug to make sure it won't come loose!

but ohhhhhhhhhhh oh no!! somehow it has come loose again and the process must repeat over.... and over... and over............................... until BAM! one day they look up while tying ur shoes and ur faces are a tad bit too close together...