#Songbird 🎵

[makerspacesystem]

Last round (for now we have a couple we need to add): OoT Link, Dark Link, Songbird, Little Nina, and Susie

[mochiwrites]

I'm gonna regret asking this later but in songbird with Mumbo(father in denial) and Scar (also a dad) does this make Grian like a dilf magnet or smth 🤨

-🎵(sorry if this isn't funny)

W H E E Z E

HELP???

oh my god it does, doesn’t it. sb!grian dilf magnet confirmed??? he really does attract the depressed dilfs and he doesn’t even have to try very hard. he smiles at them and says they’re kind and boom. their kids adore him too

I need sb!grian in a shirt that says “Official Dilf Magnet” on it, oh mY GOD

[butchford]

One of the most whimsical pleasures of being a blogger is having sick & fun tags for your friends.

[darkbloodmoon]

Ur my neighbor. I should talk to people more

dw about it!

what mutual am i?

[miss-atomic-blog]

🎵 I've got my mind on you 🎵

More bug art. Another one based on Songbird! From pt. 5

We love a forlorn man we just do.

Process video on tiktok

[flordoipe]

Songbird 🌺🌼🌸🌷⚘️🌹🐦‍⬛

dreaming big as you wish ຶཽཉ ̮͡ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ཉ ̮͡ ✧ ꫶⃨ ू🍋‍🟩🍏🦜🎵؞ؖ ̳̳̳̳̳̳̳̳̳ᩘ 𑣿

[pupsmailbox]

MUSIC ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abby. ace. adagio. adam. adria. adrian. adriane. aero. alex. alice. angus. ann. anthony. ari. aria. ariane. ariette. avril. axl. bill. billie. billy. bohemia. bon. brad. brian. bruce. cade. cadence. cadentia. cantrelle. charlie. cher. chester. chordelle. chordette. chordiene. chrissie. christine. cliff. crescenette. crescenne. cresciene. danny. dave. david. dolce. dolcette. dolciene. dolciette. don. doremi. duff. dusty. eddie. ensemblette. enslette. eric. fleetwood. florance. floyd. forte. frank. freddie. geddy. geezer. gene. george. ginger. glenn. grace. gregg. halen. harmonette. harmonie. harmony. harp. hayley. helena. iggy. izzy. jack. jimi. jimmy. joe. john. keith. krist. kurt. larry. liam. lindsey. lyric. lyrical. mac. malcolm. maynard. medley. meliene. melodie. melodiette. melody. micheal. mick. mitch. muse. musette. musine. nancy. neal. neil. nick. nicko. nicky. noel. note. notesie. notesy. octavia. orchestrae. orchestraette. orchestraine. ozzy. paul. pear. pete. peter. phil. randy. rick. ringo. robert. roger. ronnie. rosa. rose. sabbath. serj. sonata. sonette. songbird. songesse. songette. songstress. sonia. sonnet. steve. steven. stevie. symphonia. symponiette. thom. tim. tom. tony. treble. viola. violette. violiene. zack. zeppelin.

PRONOUNS ⌇　aero/aero. band/band. base/base. beat/beat. black/black. blink/blink. chili/chili. crash/crash. cream/cream. cure/cure. door/door. dor/doremi. dru/drum. drum/drum. eagle/eagle. electric/electric. flu/flute. flute/flute. for/forte. forte/forte. guitar/guitar. gun/gun. har/harp. heart/heart. hot/hot. iron/iron. jam/jam. journey/journey. jump/jump. ke/key. kiss/kiss. la/lala. loud/loud. ly/lyric. machine/machine. maiden/maiden. mel/melody. metal/metal. mu/muse. mu/music. muse/muse. music/music. nirvana/nirvana. no/note. noe/note. note/note. oasis/oasis. oct/octave. pearl/pearl. pepper/pepper. perform/perform. pi/piano. pia/piano. piano/piano. pink/pink. queen/queen. radio/radio. rage/rage. red/red. reverb/reverb. rhy/rhythm. riff/riff. rock/rock. rose/rose. rush/rush. scorpion/scorpion. scream/scream. shred/shred. sing/sing. soe/song. soe/sonnet. sol/sola. song/song. spike/spike. stone/stone. string/string. stud/stud. tempo/tempo. tre/treble. treble/treble. trumpet/trumpet. tu/tune. tuba/tuba. tune/tune. vio/violin. vocal/vocal. yell/yell. 🎤. 🎧. 🎵. 🎶. 🎷. 🎸. 🎹. 🎻. 🎼. 💥. 📹. 🔊. 🔋. 🔌. 🗯️. 🤘. 🥁. 🧑🏻‍🎤.

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsession, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, isolation, manipulation, gaslighting, blood kink, sadism, abduction, afab s/o, dub-con, Nsfw

Nsfw Hc’s

Shu Sakamaki

🎵Shu never brings the topic of sex up and that might just be due to the nature of the relationship you two have, especially if you are held captive against your will. Even if you should be happy though, as happy as you can be, he won’t say a single word. Why? Simply spoken, because he doesn’t want to be the one to ask for it in order to not appear as needy. He’d much rather have you be the one to approach you but in most cases he’s the one who gets the dirty thoughts first. Like the way he opens his blue eyes and lets them trail over your form the moment you turn your back to him, pretending to sleep as soon as you look at him though. Like the way his hands trail under your clothes during hugs or his body rubs against yours when both of you sleep. The signs are definitely there but he never vocally admits that he’s aroused or would love to rip your clothes and ravage your body. He’s just teasing you so that you crumble under the sexual pressure, sometimes you wake up from your sleep to feel his hands on your body. He's just waiting for the moment to catch you trying to get off on your own so he has a reason.

🎵One of his most outstanding traits is his overall laziness but that doesn’t mean by any chances that he’s submissive. Shu is always dominant and ultimately it just means that he lets you do all of the work. It’s cute, seeing you all worked up trying to chase after on orgasm on top of him whilst he’s just leaning back and enjoying the sight. He’s big on teasing and degrading, words such as “bitch in heat” or “needy slut” will be very common names he calls you by. There’s a sadistic spark in humiliating you for fucking your captor but if you dare to slow down and hesitate, his grip on your hip will tighten and he’ll lift you up and down his erect member with ease. Don’t you dare to stop now for him. A lot of bruises and bite marks should be expected in either case, Shu is big on marking you and seeing the damage he’s put your body through. He loves brushing his fingers over the hickies or let his tongue slide over the healing bite marks at random, startling you on purpose. It’s at times so much that you can’t hide it. By the way, if he realizes that you’re too embarrassed to walk around with all his marks, he’ll put even more on you at such obvious places that you can’t hide it anymore.

🎵He uses no tools or ropes and in that aspect he’s quite vanilla. His own strength is enough to overpower his human s/o with ease and they aren’t supposed to feel anything else besides him or receive pleasure from anything or anyone else besides him. At times he’s a bit risky when both of you are in public sometimes, hands trailing up your thighs or tongue and teeth exploring your neck, fingers tugging your top away to expose your shoulders. You’re always terrified when hands grabs your legs and lift you up, carrying you to a slightly more isolated corner with just enough humans passing by that the risk is there and you have to bite your lips to not let any sounds escape when fingers plunge into your heat or his cock rubs against your sensitive walls, making you tremble. Don't worry, Shu would never let anyone see his songbird during such moments and if some random person still walks in on you, he scares the living daylight out of them, his body actually shielding you and if he catches someone throwing as much of a short suggestive glance at you, they land in the next hospital.

🎵​In the mansion he keeps things inside his own chambers because he isn't even half as risky when it comes to his brothers, increasingly more possessive whenever he's home with you. Don't ever try to make him jealous through one of his brothers, not even if they're the ones annoying you and pestering you. Because Shu will make you responsible for it in some way and most of the times that includes sexual punishment where he's unusually aggressive, mouth smothering your skin with bite marks and hickies, harsh words leaving his mouth as his whole body presses you into the ground and his hips grinding against yours leave bruises. To make it even more embarassing for you, chances are that he won't even care to drag you to his own chambers but will instead just throw you down onto the nearest couch or carpet, meaning that technically every other brother could walk in on you two. If you wanted so badly attention from them though, you surely won't mind showing them what a slut you are, isn't he right?

Aizen Sousuke

🌫️​The terrifying thing about Aizen is that you never know what he's thinking whilst he has seemingly no troubles reading you like an open book, one that fascinates and entertains him greatly. He doesn't share his thoughts with you a lot as he enjoys leaving you in the dark, a darling who is somewhat skittish around him yet trusts him blindly is something he enjoys a lot. Both of you have never uttered a word about any sexual interaction and Aizen overall isn't someone who shows his twisted affection through a lot of physical touch. He's just doing what he can do best, playing the long game to force you to seek him out if you want anything from him which includes sex. He has a lot of self-control and composure, is merely watching you to see how long you can go on. Even if you masturbate secretly so he doesn't find out, Sousuke still knows about it at the end of the day. He wouldn't punish you for it though but is instead trying all the time into coaxing you to ask beg him the next time you need some good relief. Lord save you if he ever walks in on you relieving yourself because he'll just stand there and give you a smug and amused look, asking you politely to continue.

🌫️​Arguably the scariest part about Sousuke is that his darling doesn't even have to give consent for the first time, he low-key enjoys dub-con and seeing your face constantly twisting with inner conflict and your pleasure. You have all reasons to despise the man for abducting you, isolating you and manipulating you but if he manages to push you to the point where your most carnal desires still yearn for him and want him, he would feel quite satisfied with himself. Breaking your morales slowly but steadily, corrupting you and noticing your torn feelings turns him on. It can't be helped, he's gaslighting you nearly every day and a mind game with him is a lost game for you from the very beginning, even if he might indulge you in your delusional hope that you still have a chance. His dominant and very manipulative tendencies don't change in the slightest bit in the bedroom either, if at all you might just be more prone and vulnerable due to the very intimate experience, something Aizen expects and abuses to it's fullest.

🌫️​Aizen is a sadist. Not in the way that he wants to see blood or have you crying out in pain but more in the way of enjoying the sight of your tears and making you a blabbering and begging mess who can't even form coherent sentences anymore. He's such an expert in edging you on and on until the denial of your orgasm almost hurts you and you're just pleading him to allow you to come only for him to shortly let you bask in the sensation of almost reaching your peak before tearing it away from you again. Please don't hold it against him, he just really adores seeing you withering with desperation under him, whatever attitude you might normally give him completely gone and replaced with your needy cries. When he finally shows mercy and doesn't pull away as you feel the knot in your stomach about to explode, the pleasure that comes crashing down with such intensity that everything turns white in front of your vision and your mind turns blank for a couple of moments and you don't even notice when he dumps his cum inside of you. He's not wasting his seed anywhere else but inside of you.

🌫️​You're not only going to be marked thoroughly on the inside though, Aizen is going to leave bruises and marks all over your skin and oftentimes you're even forced to wear clothes he chooses for you. I feel like even outside of sex he'd take a liking towards dressing you up prettily, preferably in clothes that really do make you look all innocent in a place like Hueco Mundo. Partially it just draws back to his corruption kink by really reminding himself that he's taken someone who doesn't belong into this world, especially if you are a normal human. Everyone in Hueco Mundo respects and fears him, Sousuke is in control of everything which is why he can do activities with his darling outside of their room. It doesn't happen too often considering that Aizen is fairly possessive and everyone who gets too curious about you will be swiftly removed by him but sometimes you find yourself forced to warm his cock during a meeting with all of the Arrancar. Whilst your captor doesn't even twitch his brows and just continues as if nothing is wrong, you feel like you're about to die whilst hiding your face in his neck. When he occasionally brushes his lips against your neck, you can feel his smile against your skin.

[theplottdump]

[ 𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙆 ]

Max: That mutt is an insidious cheater I tell you- three flushes in one night? And without opposable thumbs? It's positively ridiculous. Not to mention outlandishly improbable. (🎵)

[ 𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙆 ]

Max: No matter- I will make back what small fortune lost next week at the gala.

Max: Then I will tunnel into the vaults under her gaudy estate and take back what is rightfully mine twice over. 𝘏𝘈𝘏.

Max: How does that sound my little songbird?

[ 𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙆 ]

Another near miss, this time a fingers length away from her pretty little head - another pleading cry for help from a throat hoarse from screaming. Stifled by the walls of The Presidential Suite, located on the top floor of the Starlight Casino.

Walls thick and soundproof from years of protecting the privacy of cutthroat dealings, political assassinations, and secret trysts. 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴.

Kitty: Whiskey. Rocks. With a little stir. Max: Finally, some decent service around here. Kitty: I just know what you like darling.

Kitty: And you've had such a long and tiresome evening, I think a bit of a nightcap is in order. Max: You continue to delight me my dear.

Kitty: Flattery like that will get you 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

Now, drink up.

Kitty: My darling what say you and I retire for the night- it's been such a long day and I believe our little bird has grown weary from all her singing.

She leaned forward and purred into his ear, attempting to pull his focus away.

Kitty: Besides, I can think of several much better games for us to play. 𝗖𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? Max: I suppose you're right. What good is a bird with no song left in her? It ain't natural.

Kitty: Wonderful. I'll slip into something more comfortable and be right- Max: Hold on a second my dear. We're not quite done here yet.

Max: Bird with no song left ought to be put down, don't you think? Natural order of things. Waitress: No- 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!

Max: Don't be shy now Kitty Kat.

𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻.

[districtholland]

Final scene music callback/parallel between Mockingjay Part 1 (2014) and The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)

🎵 — "Victory" from Mockingjay Part 1 & "Snow Lands on Top" from The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (both arranged and scored by James Newton Howard)

[yourdarlingness]

✦　Classical Musical ~ themed　NPT

╰　DAY 2 of @rumblepumm ' s event !

NAMES ︙　adagio . adriane . adria . adrian . aria . ariane . ariette . ari . sonata . sonia . sonnet / sonette . crescenne . crescenette . cresciene . dolce . dolciene . dolc(i)ette . ensemblette / enslette . chordelle . chordiene . chordette . cadence . cade . melody . melodie . meliene . melodiette . harmony . harmonie . harmonette . symphonia . symponiette . orchestraine . orchestrae(tte) . cadentia . lyric . note . notesy . notesie . doremi . viola . violette . violiene . harp . songbird

PRNS ︙　mu / music . la / lala . mu / muse . soe / song . pia / piano . tu / tune . noe / note . soe / sonnet . doe / dor / doremi . sol / sola . ke / key . vi / vio / violin . har / harp . 🎹 . 🎧 . 🎵 . 🎶 . 🎼 . 🎻

TITLES ︙　the conductor of music . the orchestrator . the lover of music . prn who appreciates the classics . the classical beauty . the mastermind behind the lyrics . prn who orchestrated masterpieces . the greatest musician . prns timeless pieces/music . the maestro of the orchestra . the songbird . the song of the [x] . the [x]'s melody . prns beautiful symphony . the maiden of melody/harmony/symphony . the composer of masterpieces . prn who sings lullabies . the [x]'s sweet songs

dolce — Italian musical term ; to play softly or with a light touch

[x] can be replaced with any nouns or terms you prefer

The angel's melody

The song of the zombie

The vampire's sweet songs

[mrazzoholic]

The music world has lost a legendary songbird 😞 R.I.P Miss Angela Bofil 🎵🌹🌹🕊️

[mochiwrites]

BRINGING THE DILF THING BACK BECAUSE I DONT THINK MUMBO WOULD KNOW WHAT IT MEANS SINCE HE DOESNT HAVE A PHONE AND PROBABLY DOESNT HAVE ANY CONNECTION TO THE INTERNET

Idk how connected Scar is with the internet and modern times but it would also be really funny if he doesnt know either

Grian can just show up in a "DILF Magnet" shirt and idk if any of them would ask lol

mybe they'll ask and he'd just shrug

-🎵

DKCKDKFKDKCKFKD

scar is definitely more connected than mumbo is, considering he has tubbo

but it’d be funny if scar thinks he knows what it means. mumbo is fully confused and scar is over here like “dilf…. Oh! that means ‘dad is loving fishing’, right????” and grian thinks it’s better to not explain it to either of them. let scar think it’s about dads and fishing

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Songbird

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, Dom!Terzo, jealousy, facefucking, hair pulling, tiny tiny bit of angst at the end

No real plot, Terzo walks in on Reader singing one of Secondo's songs and he must remind her who she belongs to.

Word Count: 2.0k

Terzo strolls back to his chambers, sneaking away early from a meeting; surely, you weren't there anymore, but a man could hope. You were becoming more than the usual plaything in his eyes. Maybe he would just be forced to summon you out of whatever task you were in the middle of...

His scheming comes to a halt when he presses his ear to the door, listening to the beautiful lilt of your voice.

"...progeny of beast of woe 🎶

And I am the son who comes into the daughters of men 🎵

Destroying all and make them want it again..."

Without a sound, he sneaks in and spots you dusting some of his things on the fireplace mantle. He quickly glues himself to you with hands on your hips and a kiss to the nape of your neck.

"AH!!" The duster you'd had in your hand falls to the floor; luckily it hadn't been one of his pictures or a vase. "Terzo! You scared me..." your protest isn't very strong as you melt back into the feeling of him; his cologne quiet strong today.

"What have I told you about cleaning, gattina?" he mumbles into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly with his fingertips digging into you a little bit.

"Well... I know it's not my job, but I feel like I should leave your place better than I found it," you explain.

"Sì, and you always do. You put your Papa in an exceptional mood every time you visit," he compliments you.

It's absolutely intoxicating getting showered in affection by this man. His hands know just where to touch to get the reaction he wants from you. His lips press the softest kisses to your temple, your cheek, your neck, turning you to putty in his hands. And again... the cologne. You can always tell when he's nearby, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter madly.

Softly Terzo asks, "So you like mio fratello's songs more than mine? You don't like my album, sì?"

"Hmm?" you're pulled from your trance, "No, Terzo, that song was just stuck in my head!"

"Mio fratello was stuck in your head?"

"No-"

"That simply won't do, Sorella," he clicks his tongue at you, "we will have to change this. I should be the only Papa in your pretty little head..." He spins you around to face him, putting his hands firmly on your hips again, "I'll make my songbird sing for me and me alone."

It was a promise that sent heat straight to your core as his scowling eyes bore into you. Biting your lip as you stare up at him, you fight back a whimper at the way his demeanor has affected you.

"Not so noisy, now, eh, little songbird?" He brushes his gloved knuckles across your soft cheek. "However fair and pure... 🎶 You crave the wand," he sings before his lips tug into a devious grin.

"Papa," you whisper, leaning your head back to kiss him.

"Ah, ah, ah..." he stops you with a thumb pressed tight against your bottom lip. "We'll have to put that mouth of yours to good use before I should even think of forgiving you."

With that, your knees find the floor and your gentle hands caress his thighs through his nice black dress pants.

"Mmm... So eager to please, so responsive to her Papa..." Terzo lifts your chin to look up at him as he unbuttons his trousers.

Nuzzling against the fabric at his crotch, you beat him to the zipper, pulling it down with your teeth. He lets out a groan of anticipation at that move, his cock, already heavy with lust, falling from behind the cloth. Eager to please, just as he said, you don't keep him waiting as you leave a slow trail of open mouthed kisses from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip.

Lapping at the slit, you look up at him, already losing his composure as he takes off his gloves to tangle those digits in your hair. He lets out another groan, sounding more like a growl as you take his length in your mouth, working at a relaxed pace, but making sure to flatten your tongue against the underside just the way he likes.

"S-sì, ...sss much better use of your mouth than- than for singing Secondo's s-songs," he stutters out, eyes screwed shut. Terzo would never admit it, but he's capable of being turned into putty in the palm of someone's hand too.

When you hollow out your cheeks, putting that exquisite pressure around his favorite appendage, he can't help but buck his hips, lunging forward to brace himself with one hand against the mantle behind you. Relaxing your throat to prepare for the onslaught, you take it well when he bucks again, one hand still firmly planted in your hair to keep you in place.

It takes some effort not to gag the first couple of times he hits the back of your throat, but you dig your nails into his thighs and let him have his way with you. When your nose tickles against his well groomed pelvis, your lover lets out a loud, "Ah! Sorella... Satanas, la mia dea lasciva..." as he continues to fuck into your face.

Letting out something like a whine around his length, Terzo recognizes your need for him, and he did promise to make you sing after all...

Albeit reluctant to pull out of your sinfully skilled mouth, he does, and he immediately pulls you up from your spot on the floor, helping you right yourself and swiping the tears from your cheeks. "You are okay, bella mia?" He's such a gentleman to check on you.

Your heart swells a little as you place your hand over his that cups your cheek; you give a small nod and he gives you a quick peck before it's back on again. With some force, he pulls you across the living room, sitting you on the arm of the chair he likes to read in. Gripping the skirt of your habit, he pulls it up and over your head, revealing nothing underneath.

"Mmm, Sorella..." He looks you over like a meal he's about to devour, as he kicks off his own pants and works on the buttons of his shirt. "You should dress like this always," he gives you a wink.

Letting out a giggle, you softly reply, "I didn't have any clean undies here."

"We'll have to change that," he smiles warmly, disposing of the last articles of his outfit, "although you won't need them when I'm around." His hands slip into place on your sides, and it feels electric feeling his skin on yours. Almost carefully, he kisses you, tasting traces of himself on your tongue. He moves so delicately, ghosting over your breasts, pinching at your nipples, it drives you crazy.

You're well aware of what he's capable of and you want more. Hooking a leg around his, you try to pull him closer to you, and he obliges, but not without breaking your kiss. Desperately, you wrap your arms around his neck, fingertips tracing over the lovebites left from the night before. "Please, Papa," you beg.

He chuckles darkly and places a hand on the top of your thigh. "I'm not quite sure you've learned your lesson, mia cattiva ragazza..." That hand moves to find your core, one finger starting to circle your bud. "You're not still thinking of Papa Secondo, are you, cara mia?"

"No, Papa. I wasn't- hnghhh..." you breathe out, "I promise, I wasn't thinking of anyone but you!"

"Then why would you sing for him," he slips two fingers past your folds up into your sweet spot, "and not for me?"

Letting out a gasp, you grip onto his shoulders as he curls his digits over and over again. "I-I wasn't, Papa... Please..."

"Ahhh, but you were-"

"Papa," you say with some urgency, "Terzo, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. Make me sing- Make me 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 for you, just- please."

He straightens up, fingers slipping out of you. "Only for me, sì?" he asks, popping the slicked up fingers into his mouth.

"Only you, Papa," you look up at him, both sets of eyes equally blown wide with lust, and you practically shaking with need.

"Show me, then, my songbird," he commands, pulling you up off the chair and flipping you around; in an instant, he's behind you, propping your knee up on the arm of the chair and slicking himself up in your folds. Instinctively, you arch your back and brace your hands on the back of the piece of furniture.

He enters you more gingerly than he'd been with your face, but it still leaves you whining and squirming back on him for more. Receiving a small pop on the ass, you let out a squeak, before Terzo grabs your hips and sets a leisurely pace. "Mm, mm- Papa," you moan for him, feeling that delightful stretch.

"Ah, tesoro, sì, sing for me," a smile spreads across Terzo's face as he throws his head back, fucking into you in earnest, "Let everyone know how good your Papa feels inside you!"

Feeling cheeky, and perhaps a glutton for punishment, you throw a look over your shoulder at the antipope, "Give me something to sing about then, Papa."

Terzo's usual scowl returns to his face, this time with a fire in his eyes. You're met with a harsh 𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘒! to the ass followed by the sound of skin slapping skin as he moves harder in and out of you. His fingers wrap around your hair, ponytailing it and wrapping it around his wrist. With a rough tug, he forces you upright until your head nearly rests on his shoulder. "Bold of you to test your Papa while il mio cazzo stuffs your tight cunt full," he growls in your ear. With the change in angle, he rams into your sweet spot with ease, hips snapping at a dangerous tempo.

You try to stifle the high-pitched whine that threatens to spill from you, but your lover takes you by the jaw, forcing your mouth open and stealing your noises of pleasure from you. And he gets exactly what he wants as your moans pour out of you, sounding more and more like screams with every thrust.

As his hand slides down the front of your stomach to find your core, he whispers softly in your ear, a sharp contrast to your loud cries, "Sì, sì, little songbird, you always give your Papa what he wants, even if I must take it from you." His hips stutter as his middle finger starts to circle your clit. "Give your Papa just a little bit more, amore... Vieni per me, per favore. Vieni per me..."

And who are you to deny him? A few more flicks of his wrist and you're howling his name so loud that you just 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 your lover is grinning at the thought of his brother hearing you in the next suite.

Riding you through your orgasm, he chases his own release; he'd staved himself off just to hear how helpless you could become by his hand. You gave yourself over to him like no other ever had, and it makes him want to do the same to you. Terzo presses his body firmly to yours, hips slowing to shallow thrusts as he spills within you. Eyes shut tight, he nuzzles into your shoulder, biting down and grunting through the climax.

Once out of the haze of pleasure, attentively, he checks on you, making sure he hadn't been too rough, too domineering, too careless with your precious body.

"I don't think you're capable of being careless with your lover, Terzo," you giggle, now sitting on his lap in the chair he'd just fucked you against.

"Sì, but one can never be too sure, vero?" He cups your cheek, giving you a soft peck on the opposite side.

"Dolce ragazzo, I never feel more taken care of than when I'm in your arms," you press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

While your aftercare came in the form of shoulder rubs and kisses, his comes in the form of reminding him that he isn't the monster he sees himself as. Yet another type of song he longed to hear from you, always.

[darkbloodmoon]

💌 I miss talking to you bae, I should be more active here

aa im sorry i answer see this before 😭😭

i associate you primarily with c-dramas and the night sky :D

send me a 💌 and i'll tell you what i associate you with

[seaside-writings]

I hope this prompt list brings you inspiration wherever it is needed, and like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙🎵

P.s. Expect more from this soundtrack since "The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes" has some amazing music.

🎙 "There's blood on the side of the mountain," 🎙 "You think I'm gone 'cause I left," 🎙 "But you can't catch me now, no, you can't catch me now," 🎙 "Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don't burn the way you'd expect," 🎙 "There's writing all over the wall," 🎙 "I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere," 🎙 "I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter," 🎙 "There's snow fallin' over the city; you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made," 🎙 "But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground," 🎙 "Bet you thought I'd never do it, thought it'd go over my head," 🎙 "Through wading grass, the months will pass," 🎙 "You'll see my face in every place," 🎙 "I'm comin' like a storm into your town," 🎙 "I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down," 🎙 "There's blood on the side of the mountain; it's turning a new shade of red," 🎙 "Shadows of us are still dancin' in every room and every hall," 🎙 "Yeah, you thought that this was the end,"