#You know I have no selfcontrol

[erineas]

AYo-

YOU MEAN THESE?

Skull design by @desktopdinosaur

Forest god au by @llamagoddessofficial

[chatonmagique]

I'm discussing neurodiversity with a friend and she actually suspects she has adhd. I might have all the experience of adhd but who am I to judge right? But the thing is.. she has such strong qualities in area's that are challenging for people with adhd. And I feel like her definition of disorder because she is so balanced and organized in everything she does is on a whole different level. Like she is used to following through in her calculated choices and sticks to her habits more then almost any person I've known and it really sticks out to her when she doesn't. And her definition of I might have adhd is "I've always been dreamy and get distracted by my own thoughts when I'm supposed to be paying attention when someone is talking" Which IS a hallmark of adhd. But I can't feel help but feel.. misunderstood? Because I feel like she underestimates what it means to actually live with adhd. And it's such a fundamental aspects of my life that I know she'd be damn good in masking and overcompensating most adhd symptoms if she had it. I feel a little stupid for letting me bother it, but it still does? Maybe more because she is a close friend of mine.

[ttrashlord]

⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚⋆Headcanons of Arcane men kissing reader and how to they kiss (no gender specific) ⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆

Pairing:Steb x reader,Viktor x reader,Ekko x reader

STEB

It depends on the situation,if you two are in public (let's say in a date) he is sweet,tender,but nothing more than that.

If things start to get heated he will slowly apart and say something like: "not here hon' "or " let me save this moment for later"

If you're alone,in his or your house,that's different story.

He is selfcontroled...usually.

Your kisses start slow,tender,sweet,but the more he gets of you,the more he WANTS of you.

If you're on his lap,and start a whole make out session,oh boi,lets get ready to the MOST tender boyfriend you ever met (maybe besides Viktor)

He won't just slip his hand on your body (he's not a beast) he is asking for permission,and i mean this,for ANYTHING ALWAYS.

I have this headcanons where he instead of normal teeth he has sharp teeth,like sharks and kirishima

He won't do the thing where the person bites the other one's lip and pull (or any bite in general) because of this.

VIKTOR

Viktor is a goddamn problem,because you just don't know what to expect.

Imagine that you're on his lab (for our sanity jayce is gone early) and you're reading something in your chair,suddenly,hands appear on your shoulders,turns you around and BOOM,a heated,needy kiss from your boyfriend.

How did this even happen??

Dont complain pls i beg u

Just a few moments before,he was giving you pecks on the neck and cheeks,and now this??

(I mean,if i was you i will definetly not complain)

So when viktor is like this:

You want to rest in your bed and receive sweet love from your sweet boyfriend? Check

You want a whole make out session with no oxygen in your lungs? Check

You want It,you got It.

EKKO

(We all saw the scene with jinx but listen to me)

He is just into pda,(don't disrespect me on this one)

He will show It to you if:

1-is jealous,like,SUPER jealous

2you start the pda

He doesn't have a problem,like a said before,he likes It,but doesn't like to start It

But if you're in private oh oh oh boi pray to be saved from his love.

He cant get just enough of you.

He doesn't give two fucks about starting slow,he knows what he wants,and he wants It NOW

he is the type to try new things just to know your reaction.

Bites,caressing,tongue,the knee,Who said that?

But anyways,if you are in a bad mood or just need to be reminded how much he loves you,a slow,Deep kiss and a lots of pecks in your whole face will be given.

But yeah,you get the idea of how he usually is.

A/N-it's strange that i post like 4 post in a day?

Thank you so much for reading this!

I'll be doing so much more,about...you know...things

But i'll Focus more on arcane and fandoms that i know

I'll like to Focus more on steb because this poor baby deserves much more love ;(

See y next post ;) 🫰

[ssentimentals]

make a move {choi seungcheol}

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

prompt: 'i've never done this before' + 'i just want to please you' ((this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here)

warnings: nsfw (minors, i'm looking at all of you, skip this work!), cheollie is whipped (duh, when have i ever written anything different), i'm striking again with a confident and forthcoming reader in here, fingering, handjob

seungcheol takes it slow. it's a miracle that you even agreed to be his girlfriend in the first place and he is not about to fuck it all up by rushing and making mistakes. he's a perfect gentleman, he prides himself in having a great selfcontrol and he's also absolutely terrified of messing up this chance of being with you, so. he takes it slow. his kisses never stray away from your lips and his hands are yet to map out every curve of your body cause he keeps them positioned strategically at your waist at all times. in those two months of dating he never stayed over at your place and never indicated that he wants to move things further, never pushed. all in all seungcheol is a perfect picture of someone who takes. it. slow. he's also a perfect picture of someone who's on the brink of losing his goddamn mind.

cause you don't exactly make it easy for him. part of seungcheol thinks that you're doing this on purpose, but another part doesn't want to believe in it. you can't be testing him on purpose, right? all those breathy sighs into the kiss, your fingers that caress his torso and then drop too low right next to his belt, you sitting on his lap and wiggling to get comfortable - you can't be that cruel, right? on any day he'd never think of you as anything less of an angel, but right now he is not sure. your simple 'help me pick an outfit for tonight's party' request sounded very innocent, but you closing the door and starting to undress right in front of him? sinful. devilish. seungcheol is losing his mind.

'i just need to freshen up,' you gesture towards the bathroom, taking off your hoodie. 'you can sit wherever, i'll take a quick shower and then we can choose, yeah? i want us to match!'

soft smile graces his features as he stares at your excited face. your desire to wear matching clothes is too cute and he is always ready to indulge you. 'sure babe, whatever you want.'

you smile, sending him a kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. seungcheol decidedly doesn't think of your state of nakedness right behind that door and turns around, getting himself comfortable on your bed. in truth, he doesn't really know how to...move forward. and the worst part is not like you asked him to take it slow. no, he decided so himself but lately seungcheol had a hard time remembering the reasons behind this decision. he'd wait for you as long as needed if you asked so, but when you didn't he is a bit at loss. his hands itch to explore your body, his lips long to kiss you all over and he doesn't know how to breach this subject. the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable but the more he thinks about it, the more thought of talking it out with you seems to be logical.

'babe, where's my phone?'

'right over he- oh!' seungcheol turns his head so quickly, he hears a loud crack of his neck. image of you wrapped only in a towel will not leave his mind anytime soon. 'sorry! sorry. um, i didn't mean to look, honestly. your phone is-' he reaches out and hands it to you, still turned around, '-here, yeah it's here.'

there's a silence and then he hears soft chuckle. 'cheollie, if i didn't want you to look, i would have wore clothes before going out.'

'right-right,' seungcheol lets out automatically before meaning behind your words fully sinks in. when it does, he whips his head back, staring at you dumbfounded. 'what?'

you smile at his confused face, stepping closer. 'you heard me, seungcheol. or i can repeat the whole walking out thing again if you want.'

silence. seungcheol is not sure how he is supposed to react. his brain shuts down for few seconds, taking few more seconds to restart but this time when he's silent is enough to make you feel insecure. he sees how smile slips up from your face, getting replaced with downward quirk of your lips and frown. he hates that but before his tongue can remember how words work, you mutter: 'hey, i didn't want to pressure, i was just kidding, sorry-'

'no-no!' seungcheol rushes out to say, fumbling with his words as he shots up from the bed to stand close to you. you look so fragile with your shoulders hunched and looking like he might reject you, which honestly is never an option and he needs to make it clear as a day to you. 'please don't apologise, i just blanked out on you in a moment.'

you look up to check whether thats true or not and then smile, raising your eyebrow in a flirtatious way. 'should i take it for a compliment that you blanked out seeing me half naked?'

seungcheol huffs, stepping a bit closer. his hands fall automatically on your hips and he smiles as you instantly sway closer. 'i didn't want to impose,' he explains, carefully choosing his words. 'you and i, we...we are taking it slow, so. i'm kind of-' seungcheol shakes his head, tightening his grip on your hips. it's hard to find words when you're smelling so good and your skin is still moist and- 'at loss, i guess.'

you chew on your bottom lip, thinking. 'why exactly are we taking it slow, cheollie? is this what you want? if that's what you want then of course i will respect. but if it's for my sake then i don't really care, to be honest. but if you don't want me-'

seungcheol roughly pulls you close, inhales floral scent of your shampoo and breathes out, trying to put words into sentences. he doesn't want to hear the end of your sentence, can't bear the thought of you feeling like this; he wants to be romantic, wants to sweep you off your feet, but only raw honesty is on his tongue when he whispers: 'i want you. so much. always, all the time.' when he opens his eyes, he makes eye contact with you, wanting you to know that he is not joking around. 'never doubt that, never.'

your eyes glaze over and you lick your lips nervously; this little action makes him swallow loudly. 'then...' you place your hands on his belt, looking up. 'make a move, cheol.'

a permission. a verbal one, when you're fully in your right mind - once seungcheol registers that, he has to take a deep breath. in a second he's overwhelmed with all of the options: where he can touch, kiss, seeing you naked, the positions - his fingers start to shake a little from realization that he is free to do it all. he doesn't know what to choose first simply because he wants to everything at once, immediately, god he waited so patiently-

'i've never done this before,' he hears you whisper. 'i mean-never been this forward.'

he hums, drawing soothing circles on your hips. your towel is really getting in the way and he gets bold enough to tug on it, letting the fabric fall down. it gets a hitch in breath from you and growing smirk from him in return. 'you being this forward,' he whispers, closing in so he's practically whispering in your mouth, 'is very, very sexy.'

in truth it does thing to him that are hard to explain, because whole blood rushes away from his brain and moves lower, making it hard to keep his composure. you're finally in his arms in the way that he wanted and to have you fully naked and him fully clothes is really too much for him to handle. you glance at him with a small smirk of your own, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. your chest presses to his and seungcheol locks his arms around you, fighting off his growing desire to throw you on the bed and have his way with you.

'you find me sexy?' you ask and he is so far gone, you really don't even have to try and be seductive, every move of yours captures his heart in a deadlock. 'what else?'

oh, this is a fantastic question, one that seungcheol is ready to answer even if you wake him up in the middle of the night. he leans in, starting to press kisses at each part of your face as he speaks: 'i find you sexy, yes. and absolutely irressistible, and stunning. so, so stunning. you're unreal.'

your giggle when he kisses up your neck makes him smile and he lets you go just to shrug off his jacket. 'i am real,' you assure him, not so subtly tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. then you suddenly look up, serious. 'what do you want to do?'

another brilliant question. seungcheol gathers you back in his arms once he took off his t-shirt. 'i just want to please you.'

and that's really it. in the bottom of it all is just his immense desire to please you, make you feel good. seungcheol is ready to make this his lifelong purpose, he hopes you are ready for it. at his reply your eyes twinkle and you lean in, brushing your lips over his ear: 'green light on everything, cheol.'

it's a mess from then on. one minute you two are standing in a hug and then he's between your legs, leaving kisses all over inside of your thighs while his fingers gently pry you open. if seungcheol could choose, he'd gladly die right here and now. in between your legs, getting to touch your body, hearing those sinful sounds leave your mouth - that's a good way to go. his own arousal pushes at his jeans in an uncomfortable manner, but it doesn't matter for him now. he is completely lost in your world, can spend hours right in this position, massaging supple and soft flesh of your thighs, pushing his fingers again and again in your velvety heat, leaving his little marks all over you. everything about you is addictive: your body, your taste, your sounds. he wants to memorize everything now, but realization that this is not his last time has him reeling this desire back; god, just the knowledge of him having so much time with you in the future has his knees buckling.

'seungcheol,' you keen at the of the third finger and he smiles, when you try to close your legs together.

he wants to see your face and he moves higher, trailing kisses wherever he can reach, stopping at your collarbones. you're breathing heavily and he slips down to give all of his attention to your chest, smirking at you groaning. he speeds up his fingers and his jaw slackens in awe when you start moving along, chasing your high with a loud whine, grabbing his bicep for support. 'fuck- yes, c'mon, use me, use my fingers, take what you want, love,' he lets out, eyes fixed on the way your hips move.

'oh my god,' your nails dig painfully into his skin. 'i'm- seungcheol, i need-'

seungcheol moves down swiftly, knowing exactly what you need. his lips close around the nub and he sucks in time with his fingers, making you cry out. your legs shake when you climax and whole body grows taut for few seconds before relaxing, sagging back into the bed. cheol works you through it, his lips and fingers serve a constant pressure in the right places, stopping only when you tug weakly at his hair. he grins, leaning down to lap up at your juices. your skin is glowing with light sheen of sweat and he wonders will you be disgusted or not if he licks it off.

'feeling okay?' he asks quietly, moving up until he's facing you.

your eyes focus on him after few moments and you smile, nodding. your hand reaches out to his belt and he catches it, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. 'what about you?' you ask, frowning.

'i'll take care of it,' he says. 'you are tired and don't even argue about it.'

you pout but don't argue - you are tired. this day has been dreadful and after an orgasm all you wanna do is just roll over and fall asleep. however, leaving him high and dry is not what you want, so you stubbornly reach out for his jeans, ignoring his groan of protest. 'handjob?' you ask, looking up at your boyfriend. 'blowjob?'

seungcheol curses under his breath; how can someone look so cute when these kind of words leave their mouth? he sighs, pulling you in and whispering into your hair: 'handjob.'

honestly, he's so pent up that even few strokes from you will do it but he tries to hold on, not wanting to leave a bad impression. so he grits his teeth and tries to think unsexy thoughts when you caress his shaft slowly before picking up your speed. he's trying to be quiet but you lean on and start kissing him and oh, he is a weak, weak man. seungcheol moans loudly into your mouth when you apply more pressure and pants openly as his stomach tightens from all the feelings. 'let go,' you whisper - command? - into his ear and he follows your order easily like it's the most natural thing in the world. you swallow up all his sounds with a kiss and his midn blissfully drifts in and out until he comes back to reality, when you reach out behind him for a tissue.

'shower?' you ask, looking at him with a warm smile.

'and a nap,' seungcheol nods. 'want me to go first and fix the temperature?'

seungcheol wants nothing more than to lay here and fall asleep with you, but he knows how you hate sweat and how you hate cold water and having to wait for it to warm up, so his want will hav to wait. you nod gratefully, smiling at how well he knows you. 'yes please.'

'how polite,' cheol snickers but stands up, tucking his jeans away and rushing to the bathroom. he stands there for a while, waiting for water to warm up and then grabs two new towels before calling you in. 'all is ready, your highness, please do come in.'

your laugh makes his heart beat louder in his chest and he sighs in satisfaction when you drop a kiss at his forehead before going in. this evening turned out to be something else and he's never been more glad of it.

a/n: so.many.feelings in this smut, this got out of control when i started writing it. let me know what you think - nini

tagging @prpldahy

[luciaintheskyainthi]

You absolutely need to know something. I already send you one ask some weeks ago, so I hope you are not bothered by this or something...

You, and ECM, ruined my already fully planned fanfic.

It was supposed to be a Peter Parker x Dick Grayson story. I had the plot planned, chapters already written...

And then you came along (accusingly)!

After reading your terrible (again, I am absolutely in love) story, I can't write Dick and Peter anymore.

Jason was supposed to be a good friend of Peter's and Dick's grumpy brother, but nothing more. But now. Now I write scenes between these two idiots and like I have no selfcontrol they start flirting with each other, have moments together and argghh, are way too cute. And then Dick comes in and I try it, I really try, but the whole time I just want to press Jason and Peter together like two Barbies and have them kiss.

You just have to know how I make a fool of myself and completely throw this basically finished story out the window because I can't help but write these two as flirty, emotional catastrophes since EMC.

I love your story for that and I think you should know the impact it has

(Also, the last chapters are messing with my fragile, little heart. It crumpled up like paper and got put in a blender. The breakup arc is hurting me, ma'am)

HI! Really sorry if I've not responded to an ask! I hoard them like dragons and appreciate all asks, so never fear! I actually could have sworn I responded (because I recognise your name! But it's not in my inbox ) but just spent ten minutes hunting and couldn't find it as a post, so sorry! 😭

Genuinely it PAINS me to hear that ECM has ruined your SpideyWing fic!!!! All you've got me thinking/feeling is thissssss

Just that soundclip on loop 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Brothers in Spideyhood, let us hang our heads for a moment of silence at the havoc we've caused 😭

OF COURSE you know what you SHOULD do is post those lovely chapters ANYWAY and forcibly delete Jason from the narrative (my shaylaaaaaa) so Peter can't be tempted away 🫣🫣🫣 Send him to Hong Kong instead of Cass lol

[toythrob]

Hii, I really liked your blog and I want to start edging myself. But I don’t have much selfcontrol. So can you tell me how to ruin my orgasms if I come? I want to totally break the pleasure as punishment

Good girl. You know that you have to ruin it if you cum when you’re not supposed to.

I just want you to take your hands away and remove all stimulation as soon as you feel like you’re about to cum. Spread your legs and feel your body tense…clenching and throbbing, yearning for your touch while your orgasm fades away.

[midnight--sadness]

gihun having triplets is so 🫠🥴 inho fucked him real good that night huh (🎵 I'm gonna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes, you get it, babe.) well actually, he's balls deep inside that gihussy every other day but i guess the other night he went crazy go nuts.

gihun is going to get the best doctors, nurses, and nannies in the world because having triplets is a herculean task. his body would look fantastic though 🥴 gihun already has nice looking tits but now they're even bigger, tummy and hips got chubbier too, ass and thighs are softer and jigglier. i salute inho's selfcontrol when seeing a fertile goddess like gihun jolting thiccly everywhere 🫡

getting pregnant with triplets naturally at 50 yrs old by a 48 yr old man is crazy work... gihun the fertile goddess that you are!! 🫶

gihun gaining weight from his pregnancy and inho always having his hands on him is so on brand. he needs to see every change in gihun's body and know that inho is the reason for said change 😌

[writinginatree]

Loss

Relationship(s): John Wick & daughter!reader, Helen Wick & daughter!reader, John Wick/Helen Wick

Summary: After John and his daughter Y/N retire from the killing business, the girl starts having brutal nightmares about Helen dying, because now that she got a mom she's scared to lose her again. And then she does lose her. But not the way she thought.

Warnings: Nightmares, mentions of canon-typical violence, terminal illness and hospitals, (canonical) character death, grief, implied selective mutism.

John is woken up by a scream, and immediately reaches for a gun which isn't there. No deadly weapons in the house (except, of course, for the ones hidden away hopefully forever under the basement floor) — that's something they had agreed on when they moved into the place. Baba Yaga is no more, that life is behind him, and while Helen knows and accepts his past, she would certainly not have been thrilled if he'd continued to sleep with a gun under his pillow as had been his habit for many years. He didn't want to, anyway. Doing so would be paranoid. It would make him feel like he was inviting his old life to come back and haunt him.

So, no gun. But now, jumping out of bed to follow the scream to his daughter's room, he's wishing he had one.

He throws the door open with so much force it slams against the wall, and storms in. He flicks on the light, but the yellow glow doesn't reveal any intruders like he expected. The room is empty, save for Y/N, who is sitting up in bed now.

No need for a gun after all. Thank God.

John takes a deep breath and forces his racing heart to calm down as he walks to the bed and sits down next to his crying daughter. "Hey, what's wrong? You were screaming."

Helen appears in the doorway too now, and instead of answering, Y/N jumps up and throws herself into her stepmother's arms. Helen makes a surprised sound, but quickly wraps her arms around the girl and holds her close.

"I dreamed you died," she says after a few seconds, her voice shaky and muffled by Helen's shirt.

John hasn't seen her this upset in years, not since she was a very small child. Growing up in the criminal underworld made her tough, and while she occasionally gets nightmares, none of them ever affected her like this before.

He's not sure how to handle it, but luckily Helen seems to have everything under control.

She leads the crying girl back to the bed, still holding her close, and sits down close beside John with Y/N on her lap. His heart grows warm with adoration at how easily she's taking to the role of a mother, the way she's always so concerned for the girl and cares for her like she was her own.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Helen says. "I'm here, honey. We're both here."

"I k-know. I know it— it's stupid, 'm sorry."

Y/N is forcing back her tears and smiles up at her mother, but she can fool neither her nor John. It's obvious she's shaken by the dream a lot more than she wants to admit, which in turn unsettles John. As far as he's aware this is the first time a nightmare has actually affected her. She gets them sometimes, of course — how could she not, growing up surrounded by so much death and violence? — but they've never bothered her.

"It's not stupid. Not at all. I know nightmares can feel very real sometimes. Do you want to tell us about it?"

"I dunno. I think we were in the city somewhere, but it was all d-dark and there were all these people hiding in the shadows. And then one of them came and shot you and— and I was too slow to do anything."

She starts crying again as she's talking, and John wraps his arms around both her and Helen, who's still holding her on her lap. He knows words can't make her feel better right now; he can only shush her and rub her back as he waits for her to calm down.

She does soon enough, after all she has the selfcontrol of a killer.

She lifts her head from the crook of Helen's neck and turns to look up at John, her eyes so big and innocent you'd never guess the horror's they've seen, wiping the tears from her cheeks and sniffling. "Sorry. I'm fine, really. I guess 'm just scared that we haven't actually made it out and that someone's gonna hurt mom."

Her arms tighten around Helen's waist as she says it; John doubts she's even aware of the action.

He nods. "I get that. But that's not going to happen. We're safe. It was just a dream."

Y/N sniffles again and moves closer to him, while still holding on to Helen at the same time. "I know. I just never had a nightmare that felt like this before."

John nods again. Her bad dreams he knows about are usually about people she killed or watched die. Things she already dealt with when awake, nothing out of the ordinary for her, which he can only suppose to be the reason these dreams never seem to bother her. Dreaming about losing her newly acquired mother, on the other hand, is understandably worse. As far as he knows she's never had nightmares about anyone killing — or trying to kill — him or herself. Probably because she thinks he's invincible. Plenty of people have tried to kill him before, but all of them failed. With Helen it's different. God knows he understands why Y/N is scared someone would try and hurt her. She's not a trained killer like them. She's vulnerable. And losing her would kill them both.

They sit in silence for a couple of minutes, John and Helen holding their daughter tightly to give her all the comfort they can.

Eventually Helen leaves the room to make a cup of warm milk with honey to help Y/N fall back asleep, and the way she looks after her, like she fears she'll never return, doesn't escape John. He brushes a hand over her hair and takes one of hers with the other.

"No one will hurt her," he promises. "We've left that life behind. And even if anyone tried — we wouldn't let them get her, would we?"

"No!"

"Exactly. So you don't need to worry, okay?"

His daughter nods, but the fear lingers behind her eyes all the same. John can't think of anything he could say to truly reassure her — not when he secretly shares her fears, not when he has no idea what life will bring — so he just pulls her into his arms and keeps stroking her hair until Helen comes back with the milk.

The next three nights Y/N sleeps undisturbed by nightmares, holding on tight to a stuffed animal Helen gifted her a while ago, and John is almost convinced it won't happen again, that it was a one-time occurrence caused by something triggering her unspoken fears, but then the next night she appears in their bedroom with tears streaming down her face, shaking him awake.

It's 2:41 and John doesn't have to ask why she's awake. She's shaking like a leaf, sobbing as quietly as she can, and he knows this dream was even worse than the last one.

He wordlessly pulls her into a hug with one arm, reaching to turn on the lamp on his nightstand with the other. If it wakes Helen up, then so be it. He'd rather let her sleep, but on the other hand, if the nightmare was about her again Y/N might calm down faster if Helen is awake to help comfort her.

Y/N is sobbing into his shirt, close to hyperventilating, and he's just thinking he'll have to wake Helen because all his efforts of soothing the girl are fruitless, when she starts to stir on her own.

Unlike John with his killer instincts she's not instantly wide awake, and sleepily asks what's wrong. She answers her own question a second later, when her tired mind catches up with the sight of the crying girl before her. "Another nightmare?"

"Yeah. She hasn't said about what yet."

He doubts she could speak even if she wanted to; she's too busy trying to get air into her lungs between sobs.

Helen nods and wastes no time sitting up in bed and scooting over to him and Y/N. She takes the girl's hand into her own and holds it tight to let her know she's there.

Just as John hoped it seems to help, because a few minutes and many soothing words from her parents later, Y/N has finally calmed down enough to turn in her father's arms and reach for Helen. He's almost sure the dream must have been about her again, that feeling her mother's warm skin against her own helps Y/N because it's proof she's alive and well — better proof than just seeing her sleeping form beside him.

"Better?" Helen asks, and Y/N nods, leaning her head back against John's chest and closing her eyes, while a few last tears run down her cheeks. She goes to say something, but doesn't bring out more than a whimper.

John hugs her tighter. "Shh, it's okay. Take your time. You can tell us when you're ready."

He takes the glass of water he has on his bedside table and hands it to her, steadying her shaking hand with his own as she raises it to her lips so she doesn't spill it.

After she drank, she hides her face against him again, and after a moment she says, "I dreamed Viggo wanted you to come back and kill for him, and when you didn't want to he tortured mom to death to make me do it instead."

"Oh, baby. You know I'd never let something like that happen, don't you?" John asks, and hugs her even tighter.

He feels her nod, the wetness of her tears smearing on his neck.

Her breathing is finally back to normal; she's calming down for real, even if the tears are still flowing. John carefully lies down, bringing Y/N with him and laying her close beside him so she rests between him and Helen, her face still buried in the crook of his neck. He doesn't have the heart to send her back to her own bed.

Helen lies back down too, hugging the girl from behind, and with the comfort of both her parents' warm bodies beside her, Y/N eventually manages to fall asleep again.

Meanwhile John lies awake, listens to her and Helen's soft breathing, and worries.

The nightmares never stop. They don't come regularly, but every so often John and Helen are woken up by screams from Y/N's room, or by the girl padding into their room in the dark hours after midnight. The dreams are never quite the same, but all are about Helen dying a brutal death at the hands of people from John's former field of work. The years go by and the nightmares occur less and less often. Sometimes there's months between them, as Y/N finally starts to believe they've truly left the past behind, that she won't lose her mother.

And then Helen gets sick.

Disaster creeps up on them slowly. At first it doesn't seem like anything serious, and they don't tell Y/N, thinking there's no need to unnecessarily worry her. Helen goes to the doctor for regular checkups to make sure it's not getting worse, and it isn't.

Until suddenly it is, and she collapses out of nowhere.

Y/N holds it together surprisingly well at first, too occupied with trying to help to have a meltdown. She stays calm when Helen collapses, stays calm all the way to the hospital. The only sign of distress she lets on is the way she's clutching Helen's hand so tight her own knuckles are turning white.

But the second her mother is out of her sight, wheeled away on a stretcher for throughout examination, she breaks down sobbing in John's arms. He tells her it'll be fine, the doctors will help her. Helen is going to be okay.

She has to be okay, he tells himself, because what would they do without her?

Y/N isn't reassured, even if she does calm down after a while.

When the doctor comes back with a bad diagnosis and a worse prognosis she turns to John and silently cries into his chest.

But when they finally let them go see Helen in the hospital room they've given her, she puts on a brave face for her mother and only lets a single tear fall.

That night she doesn't sleep at all, and neither does John. After the nurses more or less throw them out because visiting hours are over, they drive home in silence; once there, Y/N wordlessly curls up in her parents' bed with her face buried in Helen's pajama shirt she fished out of the laundry basket, and refuses to move or speak. She doesn't acknowledge John lying down next to her, only keeps staring at the wall with empty eyes. When he tells her she should try to get some sleep and starts singing a lullaby she just shakes her head and pushes away his hand stroking her hair.

Then she starts crying again, and so does he.

They visit Helen at the hospital every day, spend as much time there as the hospital staff will allow, and watch as she gets weaker with every day that goes by, until it gets to the point that Helen tells him not to let Y/N see her like that.

It only takes a breakdown in the hallway and John telling her she's breaking the girl's heart to change her mind, and when Y/N finally gets her daily hug from her mom that day, she spends almost half an hour crying in her arms.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just don't want you to remember me like this when I'm gone," Helen tells her, trying to explain she was hoping to ease the heartbreak and not make it even more painful, but Y/N only grows more upset.

"Don't say that; you're not gonna die! You can't. We need you, mom! We need you!"

Helen only presses her tighter against herself and stays silent. The way she looks at John has him fighting back tears of his own. She knows she will die, nothing can change that. She tells him so much without uttering a single word; all her love for him and his daughter, her regret that she has to leave them, certainty that they will be fine when she's gone.

He wants to believe it, but he can't.

When Helen eventually slips into a coma and the only thing keeping her alive are the machines she's hooked up to, all hope is gone. As bad a state as Helen was in, there was still that tiny sliver of irrational hope that she would get better somehow. Reality sets in like a slap to the face. She's not going to wake back up, isn't going to survive. If they turn off the life support she'll be gone forever.

Somehow Y/N, who has been insisting that Helen will be okay, that she isn't allowed to leave them, accepts faster than him that this really is the end. Though 'accepting' in this case means crying for two days straight and refusing to speak.

They visit Helen anyway, watch over her lifeless body and hold her limp hands. She looks so calm, like she's just sleeping and all they'd have to do to get her back is shake her hard enough. Y/N tried it, when Helen first fell into the coma. It was useless, of course. But while she finally accepts that they have to let her go, John is paralyzed with fear at the thought of turning off the life support and letting her go. He knows she's practically dead already, but turning off the only thing keeping her body alive feels like killing her.

But life has to go on, for his daughter's sake, if not for his own, so he finally brings himself to do it.

The funeral is hell. Neither John nor Y/N cry; they've cried endless tears before it and they will cry more later, but neither of them are comfortable breaking down in front of the strangers that are Helen's extended family. John thinks the dark circles under Y/N's bloodshot eyes speak more than loud enough to make up for her lack of words or tears.

When Helen was admitted to hospital, Y/N started to talk less and less, until eventually she hardly spoke at all. Now that Helen is dead, she's down to a handful of words a day — if John can get her to say anything at all, that is. Truth be told he doesn't feel like talking either, but he has to try and hold it together so he can hold Y/N together. Before Helen came he was the only family she had — not counting the ruska roma, because their idea of family had nothing to do with love or care — so she's never experienced the loss of a loved one, and it's taking an obvious toll on her.

She copes by withdrawing into herself. Sometimes she comes to John and cries in his arms, but more often she wants to be alone. It worries John, but he doesn't know what to do about it. It's not like he can force her to let him be there for her.

After the funeral, when the house is filled with people she doesn't know, she sticks to his side for a little while, holding his hand as she follows him around like a smaller shadow. Eventually she gets tired and settles into a corner of the living room, while John stares out the window and reminisces.

Little more than five years, that's all the time the universe granted him with Helen. It wasn't long enough, that's all he can think. Not nearly long enough. And there's no one he can blame for her loss, so naturally he blames himself. He could have protected her from any outside harm, could have fought off anyone trying to hurt her, but he couldn't do anything to save her from the illness turning her own body against her. He could blame the doctors, but he knows they tried everything they could. Maybe this is retribution for everything he's done, all the people he killed...

His daughter's voice yelling, "I said don't touch me!" rips him out of his thoughts, and he turns away from the window just in time to see her slap away the arm of a woman trying to hug her. A younger cousin or something of Helen's, he thinks, but he's not sure. He hardly knows most of the people who came for the funeral.

Y/N dashes up the stairs to hide in her room.

The woman shakes her head with a pitiful expression, and he hears someone mutter, "Poor thing."

He feels eyes boring into him, and knows an apology for his daughter's behavior is expected, but he can't bring himself to give it. She's done nothing wrong. This grief she has to deal with is new to her, and she doesn't want the comfort of strangers. She hardly even accepts his comfort when he offers it.

When she still hasn't come back down twenty minutes later, he goes to her room with the intention to ask her if she won't please come back down, but when he finds her not in her own room but in a corner of the bedroom, curled up on the floor and sobbing into one of Helen's shirts, with the teddy she got from her clutched to her chest, he knows there's no use.

He approaches her carefully, like one would a hurt animal, and sits next to her with enough space that she won't feel cornered. "Hey honey. What are you doing on the ground?"

She looks up at him but doesn't answer. Of course he doesn't really need an answer, it's obvious enough what she's doing. Just another failed attempt to get her to talk again.

"You wanna stay up here till everyone's left?"

She nods.

"Okay. Do you want me to stay with you?"

This time she shakes her head, and John can't tell if it's because she wants to be alone or because she knows he should be downstairs with his late wife's relatives.

He sighs. "Alright. If you need anything send me a text then I'll come, okay?"

She nods again. With another sigh John leans down to press a kiss to her forehead, and leaves her be, making sure his phone is in his pocket and on vibrate as he heads back to the living room.

He's glad when everyone has finally left, and quickly starts tidying up. He never knew just how tiring funerals can be, and can't wait to just sit down and mourn his wife in peace. Maybe cuddle with Y/N a little; he really shouldn't let her hide away all by herself so much.

The doorbell rings.

When he opens, a delivery person hands him a pet carrier. He mechanically signs for it, too exhausted to question who sent it, or why. Taking it into the living room he grabs the envelope laying on top and takes out the card inside.

He opens it, and tears spring to his eyes when he recognizes Helen's handwriting.

'John,' the card reads, 'I'm sorry I can't be there for the both of you. I know you'll need something to help you bring back Y/N's smile, something for her to love. So let her start with this, because your car doesn't count. Don't let her bury away her feelings for fear of more pain. And don't you do it, either. Take care of each other. I love you, John. This illness has loomed over us for a long time, and now that I have found my peace, find yours. Until that day, your best friend, Helen.'

John presses the card to his face and cries. He thinks there's a faint trace of Helen's favorite perfume on the paper, but that's probably just his imagination.

When he calms down he sees there's a second card, addressed to Y/N, and he puts it aside for her to read later.

Finally he turns his attention to the puppy. It has lain down in the box, seemingly resigned to whatever fate awaits it, and looks up at him with its big dark eyes when John reaches out to open the carrier. He gently takes the tiny dog in his hands and lifts it from the crate, holding it up in front of him so he can look at the name tag on the collar it's wearing.

Daisy. Of course. It's so typically Helen he almost starts crying again.

After taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from his face he calls for Y/N.

She takes her time, and John is about to call her again when she finally shuffles into the room, a big fluffy blanket wrapped around her shoulders trailing on the floor behind her, her eyes red from crying.

When she sees the dog she freezes. "What—?"

"It's a gift from Helen. I guess she wanted to make sure we don't get too lonely without her. Come here."

Once she sat down beside him, John moves the dog to Y/N's lap.

"Her name's Daisy."

She stares at the puppy with wide eyes, then back at John. Her bottom lip is trembling when she asks, "Did mom name her that?"

"Yeah."

Finally Y/N starts petting her, bringing her hand to the puppy's head so slowly and carefully like she's scared she'll break her.

She smiles at Daisy when she nuzzles against her hand. It's small, hardly more than the hint of a smile, she's crying again, the circles under her eyes are darker than ever against her pasty skin, and her lips are chapped and dry from crying so much, but none of that matters, because for the first time in what feels like an eternity she's smiling. A small smile, but real.

When her eyes shift to him, John realizes he's crying again too, except these are tears of relief, because it's been too long since he's seen a sincere smile on his daughter's face.

He pulls her into a hug, careful not to squeeze the dog, who's now licking Y/N's face. Apparently her tears taste good, because Daisy just keeps licking them, and Y/N giggles. She giggles. Just for a second, then she starts sobbing all the harder, but the sound is music to John's ears all the same.

Daisy starts whining, probably confused because being held by a sobbing girl isn't something she's experienced in her short life so far.

John waits, hopes for a reaction from Y/N, who has been apathetic to the world around her for too long, hopes the dog will draw her out of her shell.

He's not disappointed.

She draws back from the hug a little so she can lift Daisy and press her face into her fur, whispering something too quiet for John to hear. Whatever it is she said, it seems Daisy understands. She stops whining, and licks Y/N's face again.

When she sets her down on her lap, the dog turns and stands on her hind legs to try and lick John's face too.

He leans back to try and escape the wet dog kisses. "Hey, no. Don't do that."

Daisy stays stubborn, so he gently pushes her back toward his daughter, who seems to enjoy getting dog slobber all over her face.

When John goes to bed, Y/N is already curled up on it with Daisy, both of them sleepy-eyed and barely awake. He looks pointedly at the blanket he laid out for the dog beside the bed, but doesn't scold them. He's glad how quickly Daisy won the girl's heart, and doesn't want to disturb their peaceful cuddling session. If Y/N wants the dog to sleep in bed, then the dog will sleep in bed. He admittedly doesn't actually mind the idea himself, even if he's pretty sure dogs aren't supposed to be sleeping in their owners' beds.

He gets into bed and Y/N snuggles against his side, soon falling asleep.

She's lying on her back, her head turned toward him, Daisy on her chest. The hand that isn't holding the sleeping dog is balled into his shirt, like even in her dreams she's afraid she'll lose him, too, if she lets go. Despite that, she's doing a lot better than just a day before.

The past weeks, ever since Helen was admitted to hospital, she cried herself to sleep every night, sometimes in his and Helen's bed, sometimes in her own, and John knows it's the dog that helped her fall asleep peacefully tonight. He silently thanks Helen for being so foresightful, for knowing them so well, knowing what they'd need. The loss of her still hurts more than any physical pain he's ever been in, but he's starting to believe that maybe it doesn't have to destroy him. Maybe they can get through this. It won't be easy, but maybe they can continue to live this peaceful normal life even without Helen. That's why she sent them Daisy to guide their way. So they don't tumble back into darkness without her.

He silently promises her he'll do his best to keep Y/N and Daisy happy and safe, and maybe, with time, even be happy again himself. He knows that's what she'd want.

[steamyjokers]

bojance asks, you say? 👀 say no more!

what do you think their initial dynamic looked like? were bo(jan)² already hooking up before Nace joined the band? did jance get together and then invite Bojan as a third when he seemed to show a little too much interest in them both? or did bonace hook up once and maybe Jan walked in on them and wanted in on the fun?

orrrrr did it happen with all three of them simultaneously when they discovered there was something there between all of them?

Bo(jan) was definitely the first of them to start smth,They started to explore their sexuality together when the were teenagers,although both of them had girlfriends (and boyfriends) over the years they always stayed close and helped distracting eachother when needed,Jan was Bojans first in many ways,first guy to kiss,first guy he was really interested in ,first time ,first one to fall in love with…..

Bojan immediately sparked Jans interest when he met him the first time Jan has always known that he might like guys in a -more-than-friendly- way and Bojan fit perfectly into his type;short ,skinny, plump lips (nice ass) and his extroverted personality complemented Jan perfectly. They always were close but no one ever made a step into the relationship territory until….

Jance(really ,not just glances while playing on stage) met the first time after Jan had discovered Naces facebook account and contacted him,a bassist (who seemed to have a kind of gay vibe) is from the same region as you and is (about) the same age ? Jackpot! Jan had intended for the meet-up to be solely about musical exchange but it turned out differently ,they’ve ended up snogging in a McDonalds restroom.But you know it was just innocent snogging, but when 1 and a half years later ,Martin announced them to leave the band ,and Bojan pulled up with Nace ,both of them immediately got very close with eachother and ended up continuing their snogging session on Naces couch and after having a blunt together Jan showed Nace how well he was on his knees,(praying Jan Peteh style).

They don’t really label the thing they have but they love eachother very much

Bonace started to bloom during the songwriting process of „Carpe Diem“(although Nace already thought Bojan was cute when he met him the first time on a gig when Bojan was 17 and Nace 21…Bojan shoot him glances the entire evening and flirted with him in the backstage but since Bojan looked very young,Nace was not really outed then and he didn’t like the way he looked ,Nace pretended to be oblivious.When they met again on a show a few years later Bojan flirted with Nace and even invited him for a drink in a close by bar,well the one drink quickly turned into more and Nace ended up spotting and arguing his ex-partners new boyfriend.The guy was the exact opposite of Nace and he couldn’t believe how they would choose someone like him.Instead of throwing fists(The guy was thin as. A stick and he didn’t want to get in trouble with the legal forces) in his Haze, Nace pulled down his pants and showed the new guy his weapon ( poor guy now is banned from the bar ( I bet the barkeeper was just jealous ))! Bojan watched it all and was impressed by(( Naces size ) his selfcontrol) Naces talent .So two years later when Martin quit and Ẑare came up with some examples for someone new ,,Bojan immediately recognised the Name and the guy) when they got to Hamburg one night after many takes and some deeptalk in their shared room Bojan got very clingy and cuddled up to Nace and they watched some F.R.I.E.N.D.S , that night they fell asleep cuddled up together and the next day Bojan finished the lyrics. Bojan gets very horny after finishing a song and Nace showed Bojan Jans way of praying (which of course Bojan knew very well).Bojan loved being thrown around by a big puppybear like Nace so he enjoyed himself until….

…..Jan had heard some noises from the room Bojan and Nace shared, funny how two guys he’d already fucked shared a room together but according to the noise he heard they fucked eachother now.Or Nace fucked Bojan,of course he got horny after finishing these masterpiece of lyrics,and as Jan knew his boy,he always liked to get manhandled by someone bigger and stonger than him, and especially with that thing Nace had between his legs (Jan had felt it inside himself already plenty of times) Bojan would be a whimpering dripping mess in no time.jan had reached the room and opened the door, the Sight was delicious; Nace,still wearing his shirt and pants at his ankles ,had lifted Bojan on the little table in their room and drove his dick into the small guys hungry hole,Jan noticed how at this sight his pants started to tighten and he made himself noticed by coughing. Bojan who just had his eyes locked and his head thrown back in pleasure looked up in fear only to find Jan standing by the closed door with his pants tented and a partly excusing partly smug grin on his face.Nace turned his head around and looked at the person who had put him in a similar position a few days earlier. „Can i join your celebration ceremony ?“

[errethebunny]

Finished Liam's route, so you know what that means...

Liam nsfw headcanons!

*Minors stay away

*Most of these were based off of my impression after finishing his route, it may contain spoilers.

- I feel like he's really adaptable. If you want to sub or dom, he's into it either way.

- No matter what, he will strive to make you feel the best you've ever felt in your life.

- However, he's pretty desperate most of the time.

- Simple touches can easily make him melt and want to pound you at the same time. Little to no selfcontrol.

- You could be just kissing his cheeks in a minute, and before you even understand what happened, he's fucking you against your dresser.

- His pace is pretty fast. Even when he tries to hold back for you.

- If you want to dom him, you better tie him up, because he will definitely be a squirming mess.

- Also, he'd probably cry if you degraded him in any way. Would never degrade you either.

- Huge praise kink. NEEDS to hear you say you need him, how much you love him and his cock.

- Speaking of needing him, he loves it when you use him to get off. Whether it happens on his hand, his thigh or his cock, it's up to you.

- Likes to sneak you in his rehearsals for... moral support, if you know what I mean.

- Tom and the others absolutely know what you guys do, (it's hard not to tbh) but they don't say anything because they can see how happy you make Liam.

- All that said, I feel like as much as Liam loves to have sex with you, his favorite part is when both of you are recovering from your orgasms, your hands playing with his hair, his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat faster thanks to him.

[coffeeandbatboys]

I'm completely new here but could you do one with selfcontrol by Laura branigan. If not the uptown girl both with howzer. If that's possible

Welcome! Sorry this took so long 😅

Warnings: fluff. Howzer is adorable. Mentions of alcohol. Family problems.

Uptown Girl (Howzer x Royalty!Reader)

The first time you laid eyes on Howzer, you fell. Literally. You’d tripped, but his strong arms caught you before you hit the ground.

Despite his scars he was an absolutely stunning man. Though your family had noticed your longing gazes towards the captain, they didn’t approve, saying that you should choose someone of better social standing.

You, of course, defied their wishes.

Howzer adored you with all of his heart, loving you deep into the night when no one would know.

And that’s why you’re currently sneaking out of the family estate to meet your love.

You’ve been able to pull off a secret relationship by having him around as a ‘bodyguard’ of sorts. Your parents think that you’re still in the ‘crush’ stage, blissfully unaware of the full-fledged romance behind closed doors.

You round the corner of your neighbor’s wall and slam straight into Howzer himself. Your eyes go wide with panic until you register the scars and love-drunk smile.

���Good evening Mesh’la.” He whispers and you surge forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“Very good evening,” you answer, your lips still brushing against his.

He takes your arm as the two of you walk in the moonslight.

“How was your day?” You ask, leaning against his broad shoulder. He smiles softly.

“Uneventful, at least. We didn’t have to turn anyone in today.”

Something has been unsettled inside you ever since the new empire was announced. You feel bad for Howzer as his men are starting to question their orders and being punished for doing so.

“And how about you, ner Cyar’ika?” His question brings you back to the present.

“Ah yes. Another day of sitting around, being waited on and doing nothing. I’m sick of it and I want out.”

A deep laugh rumbles through his chest. “You’ll always be royalty to me. Whether you denounce it or not.”

You smile and sigh. “You’re sweet.”

You hadn’t noticed where the two of you had been walking until the flicker of lanterns caught your eye. A blanket was spread out underneath a tree, with a bottle of champagne, two glasses and some mouthwatering food sat carefully atop it.

You stop and gasp, looking up at your lover.

“Howzer….I-“

“You deserve only the best, Cyar’ika. I know it’s not perfect but I hope that you’ll keep me around for a little while longer.” He says, a small chuckle falling from his lips with the last few words.

Your eyes well up a little. “Howzer it is perfect! And of course I’m keeping you around no matter what.” You smack his chest playfully, earning another chuckle.

The rest of the night is absolutely beautiful. At the end, as your eyelids begin to grow heavy, you’re resting in his arms as he talks softly about the constellations above Ryloth.

You might get reamed put by your family tomorrow, but you’re a grown adult.

Nobody can keep you from the love of your life.

[scullyblues]

i don't believe a word that D says not more than I do G and while I don't think they share children I'm sure they lied about being involved in the past, G's book is almost an admission they were together in 2013 she has no selfcontrol really and neither does he hard to believe with all that sexual tension and their lack of selfcontrol nothing ever happened

You know what's more incredible? That Gillian's fans claim that G and D have never had sex, lol it's very obvious that they're still fucking, just saying.

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

Question for Magnifico and Myrah, what are your favorite pet names for each other???

Oh, we do have quite a few! But the ones I use most are: Mi vida, which is spanish and means my life. Mi amor, mi corazon - my love and my heart, honey, darling, tesoro - treasure, amor de mi vida - love of my life, mi amor eterno - my eternal love ... hermoso or guapo- handsome ... mi todo-my everything .... precioso-precious, amor de mi alma - love of my soul-

*pulls her into his arms to kiss her* Not possible to pick favourites!

*chuckles* just the ones you use most!

Everything! *kisses her neck*

Focus! Mi amor, focus!

I can't! Not after you went down all those names!

I replied to the question. *turns around and holds is face with both hands* Now, your turn.

What was the question again?

*laughs* Magnifico!

You cannot expect me to look into your eyes and function right! I forget things!

Nicknames, my love! Nicknames! Your turn!

M'fhíorghrà (meer-grah) My mothertongue, irish gaelic. It means, my true love.

Go on. *smiles*

My beloved, my darling, beat of my heart, light of my life ... everything you said above! *wraps her back into an embrace*

*giggles* Forgive my .... *tries to escape* Husband ... he's ... 😆 *clears throat* cuddly today!

No no no! You stay here! You're not going anywhere!

We just left our room, we need to-

Yeah, very questionable choice, really. Why did we?

- compose ourselves!

Says who?

Says us standing at the patio to our front court, facing the person who questioned us and about twenty others watching?

We were about to have breakfast anyway! *leans in to whisper something in her ear*

You see the queen blush and swallow.

Not fair!

*starts smirking* Make it fair.

Hey! Before you two drop your brains on the floor, how bout leaving back inside? The question is answered, the people of Rosas had their first daily sight of their rulers flirting with each other ....

I know the boundries outside of my palace walls, furball. Thank you. And we have selfcontrol.

*narrows eyes* Uhm hm. You sure bout that?

Yes. *picks up his wife, poker faced*

*squeaks in surprise*

That's why we're returning back. *turns* Thank you very much for the question! *carries the queen away*

*sighs* Well, nothing to see anymore! Come on guys, clear the courtyard! Chop-chop! Thank you! 🐈‍⬛

[somnus-lucis-caelum]

Somnus had expected a lot. But not this. Aerith comandeered him around - and as the healer in charge, she had every right to that. Still.

Somnus took little issue with stripping down. To his toga and those folded down, of course. Not his pants – because there were none. And he would not yet strip down to his loincloth in front of the entire lazaret tent. He could already feel the Lucian soldiers’ looks and grins on him before the spectacle even started.

It took all of his selfcontrol not to yelp at suddenly being sprayed with fresh water that’s he simply pulled from thin air. He could not humiliate himself any more, so Somnus tried to endure this, only turning his head away a little.

The look he gave Aerith afterwards was a little bit of the ‘oh really?’ kind, though there was a grin blooming around that. He took the actions in stride. He knew she only acted logical to lower the infection risk on the cut.

Inhaling a little when the healing water soaked cloth touched his wound, Somnus watched Aerith doing her work. She was acting like a professional. She was… invaluable in what she had done for everyone around here.

There was little miracle as to why Jacob wanted her so badly. A healer like her… she could turn tides in wars. Did she even realize that…?

Her uttered words made Somnus smile a little softer, as he laid his fingers against her jawline to make her look at him.

“Please do not.”, he requested her to hold onto this fight, “Do not treat me better than our soldiers.”

It was a fine and political line. Of course, he was her husband. But Somnus also prided himself in being a warrior and being granted different, better treatment than his soldiers, many of whom were way worse wounded than he was…. It would reflect badly on him and they would begrudge him that.

“Besides… I consider it a wedding gift. It will be a good scar. And neither is it the first, nor the last I will have.”

That grin was a little smug, but Somnus did not want her to worry about this. It was just a cut. Nothing serious. And her healing water would minimize any lasting effects. He had full trust in that.

“… you should rest yourself. You treated everyone now. I know your father wants me to bring you to his tent… apparently we will share this one tonight. Gilgamesh will join, too. So, I hope you and your maid like it cozy with a bunch of paranoid men.”

Aerith was pulled from her thoughts at such a forward uttering of her name. There were few among them who referred to her on a first-name basis, and she was distracted enough to not immediately register it had been a familiar voice.

She looked to Somnus in mild surprise. Though her expression softened — she had cleaned up from their struggle, and he still wore it plain. He wasn't precious about any of it but it did kick up the unpleasant memories.

"It's the least I can do." she replied, feeling as though all of this trouble was because of her. Realistically, no, the blame was solely on King Jacob. But everyone here... they had risked life and limb for her. It wasn't a good feeling.

Somnus grinned and pulled at his clothes. A small gasp was pulled from her — she saw that cut immediately, and he was bowing like it wasn't such a big deal. He barely even got to straighten up again before her hands were on him. Clean cloths became dirty ones as she washed around the wound with a crease in her brow.

"You should have come sooner... doesn't it hurt?" she asked, shooting him a look of concern before she looked him up and down. No. This wouldn't do. He was a walking infection risk like this.

"This way. Strip down to your pants." she ordered, so matter-of-factly it might come as a surprise. It had simply been a line that repeated often enough that it felt second nature after that long night.

There was little privacy, but he wasn't ushered along so no one could see. Oh no. It was so no one else would wear the spell he was about to experience. "For the healing water to work, you have to keep the area clean. You can't pull your dirtied clothes back on." She had spent a lot of effort making that small basin of healing water too. She couldn't afford to waste it away to carelessness.

Aerith grimaced a little before she knocked back a small flask. Another mana tonic. She was on her sixth, and her stomach was rioting. If she had to down one more she was going to hurl. "Ouh." she had a small, audible complaint, but shook it off as she collected her stave. The real star of this tent.

"Maybe close your eyes." she offered, then channelled her magic into a steady water spell. It wasn't a gentle flow, but it wasn't assaulting either. Somewhere inbetween. Somnus was watered down the same as countless other soldiers had been though there were a few more glances thrown his way, a few more grins too, especially from Lucian soldiers.

It was over as quickly as it began, and while Somnus wiped down his face or shook some of the excess from his hair, Aerith busied herself at the precious little basin that had been mostly emptied. She only dared to touch with clean hands as she soaked a cloth through and approached her thoroughly-washed husband again.

That cloth was pressed to his side firmly, held there in the same manner, allowing the water time to work some of its magic. "... sorry." she almost whispered. "I forgot to warn you about the sting."

Her eyes lowered. The cloth bloomed with a little fresh blood, but nothing too concerning. The water was already at work. "You don't know how much I'm fighting myself to not simply heal you." she then uttered between them.

[catthecoder]

do you know that moment when you realise that you seriously underestimated a scope of a project? yeah, that’s me right - literally the second line in the plan says short story and yet, i’m 3.5k words in one of the chapters and i still have almost all of the scenes to write (and to think i wanted to fit 7 chapters into 40k words... what a fool i have been)

[mysinsforventi]

How much can you handle, wife of the anemo archon?~

(Please don't repost, use, take my fanfic or my edited picture anywhere!! )

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Venti x f. reader

dom! Venti x sub! f. reader

(reader isn't traveller!! )

+18   (minors DNI!!)

Warnings: 

smut, this is pure PORN/FILTH, cursing, shapeshifting, sizekink, public sex, shower sex, object fucking? (showerhead), creampie, soft breeding kink?, overstimulation, anal sex, double penetration, multiple orgasm, squirting, fingering, oral female, handjob, hickeys, vision abuse, god-complex, power abuse, stomatch bugle, nipple play,spanking, riding, full nelson, dirty talk, enganged, possesive venti, crying reader (from pleasure), dom! venti, (let me know if I forgot something!~ )

About:

After just geting freshly engaged with your boyfriend venti, you asked him to finally not hold back anymore. Knowing him he always told you how dangerous the love of an archon could be! Yet you wanted to see and know all of him! Will venti give in? Will you be able to handle it? Will you still love him afterwards? What could he be hiding from you?

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(I don't know what this is! I got very carried away! I'll go to hell for this!!  

Well.. please enjoy~ )

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"I'll be by your side now and forever and ever~", venti said while kissing you. The kiss had so much love and meaning to it. Your heart was beating so fast, so many emotions you were feeling while the only thought in you mind was, 'VENTI'. The name of the of the one you loved. The one who just asked you to marry him. Still in soft shock but so incredible happy you felt your eyes tear up a bit.

Venti pulled away and looked at you, a gently smile covering his lips. Caressing your cheek, gently brushing your tears away with his thumb. Looking into his eyes you could tell that he felt the same. Was that what soulmates were? Feeling the same way, thinking quiet a like, sharing many things with each other? If that was the case you would be happy to have venti as your soulmate. But now he would be even more than that.. your husband. Your future husband. That sounded very lovely to say.

"Venven, can I try calling you something else? I'm curious how it will sound?", you ask without a second though, a soft blush forming on your cheeks. Venti's eyes widened a bit at the request but brushes with his hand through your hair, "Everything you call me, will just make me fall for you even more my lovely windblume. So go ahead, try it~", he said with a smile on his face. Now a bit curious himself venti bit his lip. Hopefully it wasn't his real name. Not that he didn't like it but.. it always was so hard to hold himself back when you did. And right now the place you were in wasn't very good to lose control. The bard's self control was usually pretty strong but since days, no weeks, no actually since a month or was it even before?? Well it doesn't matter since when but his selfcontrol was on edge since the thought of making you completly his, for all of time crossed his mind. So now that you were finally his there was only one thing to do.. But not now! Now isn't the time! That was what venti tried to tell himself.

"Are you listening my husband??", you asked confused, waving your hand infront of the bard's face. Was it to forward? Maybe it was to soon to call him that. Oh boy.. Now venti didn't respond for minutes.

"Y-Yes!! Wait.. What did you just call me??", venti asked with a stutter in his voice. "Husband?", you said, looking away, now embarrassed by yourself. Was that to childish??

But before you could give it anymore thought you felt two arms hugging you, cuddling you close to his chest. Slowly realising what just happened you placed both your hands on his back, gently caressing over it. "Ven-", but before you could say anything the god started talking, "I'm sorry windblume.. My heart was just about to burst. I feel so full. Full of your love. So don't say it again. Please? It's to dangerous.. I might lose control~", venti whispered the end next to your ear. A quiet gasp left your lips at his words. Curious what his expression was you wanted to lean back to look at him but his arms held you close to his chest, not leting you move.

"Dont!.. Don't look at me right now.. You might not realise it, but you're in a dangerous situation right now! I don't want to rush things between us. So please..", the god said with a serious voice. What a rare sight..

But what the god didn't know was that his beloved soon-to-be-wife wanted exactly that! You wanted to see all of him. You were long time curious about his sides he had yet to show. Always warning you about it made it only the more tempting for you. Soo maybe you should just not listen to him? Just this once? But first you would try talking to him about it~

"Venti.. you said earlier that we would be forever together right? So I want to see all of you. I want to know everything about you! I'm ready! I'll love you no matter what you will show me! As I accepted your proprosal I was clear in mind and I fully thought this situation through. So please will you trust me?", you asked him while your hands caressed over his back gently. Of course if he said no you would still accept his opinion and quietly wait for him until he was ready. After all you loved him with all your heart, soul and body.

Uff, you should have seen his expression. Mouth agape, a blush covering his whole face, eyes widened. This was such an adorable sight for the usual so cheerfull, teasing bard. After a while venti calmed himself down and softly leaned away, his hands caressing down to your hands, just to hold them in his. Intertwining your fingers with his. Looking at you, with a rater serious but flushed face, "I understand your desire windblume. And I'm very happy you feel that way. But.. I don't want to push you away.. What if it's to much for you?", a sigh left venti's lips.

Without thinking you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Holding his hands to your chest. Kissing him deeply, with so much love you could put into it. After a while you leaned back, panting slightly, "Nothing you say or you do could be 'to much' for me. With each passing day, passing moment I want more of you. I love every part of you. No matter what it is I will accept it and love you with everything I can offer. There is nothing you can do to push me away because I love you way to much to ever back out. I can't live without you by my side venven! Please.. trust me? Please believe in me? I can handle whatever you will show me, my husband!", you responded with a gently whisper against his lips. Hoping he would get the message.

As you looked into venti's eyes you could see a sudden change in them. Did they get darker? No.. now they were glowing?? The same happened to the tips of his hair. A chuckle left the bard, a type of chuckle you didn't know could come from him.

"Oh windblume~ You don't know what you do to me... I hope you know what you just requested from me. Don't complain later okay? I tried to warn you~ But of course my dearest warrior wouldn't be afraid of such a minor thing. If you just knew love...", venti smirked at you, another deeper chuckle leaving his throat.

"But let's not forget where we are. This is a public location. Anyone could just walk by. Not that I would mind~ With you I would do it everywhere~", he looked away, smirking, "since it's your first time seeing me like this I rather would prefer it to be in private. So let's go to your teapot okay?", with that the god looked at you. You on the other hand were still trying to puzzle together what just happened. Where did this person come from and what happened to the sweet bard you knew?? Not that you were complaining, to be completly honest you might were enjoying this a bit to much. Gosh, venti was so hot like this!

"Y-Yes! We should go then!", you said, voice probably giving you away. Pulling out your teapot, just wanting to enter it you felt one arm under your knees. Turning around to ask what's going on but you were cut off. Venti picked you up in his arms, carring you bride-style. A smile appearing on his face, "I told you I'll be good to you. So let me make this day unforgattble for you okay? Let me spoil my soon-to-be-wife today?", he said while entering the teapot.

"Lucky we finally have a room together. Remember when we used to sleep in different rooms? Back then our realtionship was still so innocenct~", the god laughed at the idea while carring you inside the house. "And now it's not?? Besides this is 'our' teapot now, did you forget venven?", you giggled while holding on to him. Having to agree on the 'innocent' part tho. "Of course not?! Do I have to remind you how often we couldn't let our hands from each other mhh?", a sly smirk overcome venti's face as he let you down on the bed. Another giggle escaped you, "But all couples do that? So who is to say we aren't innocent anymore?", you looked up at him, raising one eyebrow. A laugh escaped venti's s body, sometimes you were just to adorable. Maybe the innocent part was you, just you. That he couldn't deny.

"Oh so let's say our realtionship is still "innocent"~ What about the time I fingered you in the library, the other time you seduced me as a maid, the second day in the hot spring as we were in inazuma and of course my favorite hehe.. the one time you were drunk and you told me aaaall about your naughty desires for me windblume~", he ended with a teasing smirk, starting to slowly undo his hat and cape.

A huge red blush covered your entire face, you bit your lips. Fuck! He was right.. this was cleary nowhere near innocent. But you couldn't say that out loud! The brat in you was acting up and you couldn't let him win! "That.. That was all just for starters! No one knows about this! So everyone still thinks we are innocent right??", you smiled with a concerned look in your eyes.

"Come one now! Stop lying to yourself windblume~  Even dvalien complained about how I always smell like you, kaeya knew what he was doing giving me that maid-dress, babara commented on the huge amount of hickeys you left on me on that one day and I'm pretty sure lisa knows about me fingering and making out with you in the libary...but ehh yeah maybe that is still to innocent love~", a chuckle left the bard. Droping down his cape, taking of his shoes before sitting down on the bed next to you.

You also started to take off your shows, slowly taking of your clothes. Just staying in top and your shorts. "LISA WHAT NOW?? How did she find out?? Oh god..", you gasped, hitting your hand against your forhead. This couldn't be.. well.. guess you really had to say goodbye to your last piece of innocence. "Oh and I forgot.. dilluc knows about that one time I fucked you in the tavern on your birthday hehe..", venti looked away, closing his eyes as he was waiting for something.

"WHAT??", you yelled, almost jumping up from the bed, "How?? We were so quiet right?? ", you asked shocked. "Yes, right??!! Ugh.. xiao told him! Remember he walked in on us in the tavern?? Soo dilluc scolded me for dragging you into my 'crimanal-record', he likes to call it that", a growl left venti as he pouted. You just nodded and left your head hanging, "ohh.. soo xiao knows about us too.."

"Yes.. But didn't that heizou-guy ask you for a threesome?? So he knows too hehe~", venti laughed, shaking his head. You looked at venven and nodded, "You're right.. oh god how embarrassing...", you sighed and hit your hand against your forhead again.

All of sudden the god grabbed both of your hands and pinned you to the bed, leaning over you. Whispering between you, as it was a secret no one should know, "See windblume~ We aren't innocenct.. and our realtionship isn't either~ We did so much together. So are you ready to take it one step further? Earlier you begged me to show you a new side of me. So I hope you'll like what you'll see~". There it was again, the glowing in his eyes, the glowing of the tips of his hair. Now even his archon-tattoo on his chest glowed through his shirt. You shallowed and nodded, "Yes I'm ready! I want this! I want all of you~", you whispered back, smiling softly at him.

"Open my braids for me windblume? Will you?", it didn't sound like a question, more so like an order. The bard let your hands free, looking into your eyes. Quickly following his command your helped him undo his braids. Brushing your hands through his now open hair. Not shortly after venti pinned your hands back to the bed. "Now get ready. I wasn't planing on using this card tonight but you begged for it~", he said as he closed his eyes. A huge glow formed over you and all of sudden venti's hair got longer, his form got taller, his chest formed some muscles, he just seemed older? More mature? Of course venti was both of them already. But his form wasn't. And he looked stunning. Like a fairy! A beautiful fairy! Did he just shape-shift for you?? Uff.. lord have mercy.. how were you to survive he could pull such tricks??

After a few minutes venti opened his eyes again, looking down at you with a lustful stare, yet he put on the sweetest smile, "Do you like what you see my wife?~, he asked. You couldn't even bring yourself to answer, to stunned to speak by his new appearance. Even his voice sounded more mature, it did all kind of things to you. Slowly but surley you felt the wetness between your thighs.

"You look so beautiful venven! I just love you more! But how?", you smiled up at him, blush forming on your cheeks. A laugh left the bard, "God's have many abilities, this is just one of the trivial ones. Usually I prefer not to change my appearance! But for you, to suprise you and please you I did it~", venti said while leaning closer, next to your ear, "This is an older form of my appearance, I usually have. Many things have changed. And I don't mean JUST the visible things~ ehe~", another chuckle left the god over you. Chills were running all over your body by the way he whispered these words. Now curious you looked down to his boxers. And a gasp left you. He was right, the bugle looked way bigger than it had ever before.

"See windblume? That's what I meant~ You're so smart. It will fill you up so good~", venti licked over your ear, kissing down to your neck. Leaving some hickeys while gently fondling your breats through your shirt. One finger caressing around your nipples. You couldn't help but moan, pressing your legs together. Nipples hard through your shirt, rubbing against it made you squirm around a lot. But how could you help it? It felt so good!

After a while the bard pulled away from your neck, proud of his masterwork. Whole neck covered by his marks. After all you were his wife now, he was allowed to do that!

"Can I?~", venti asked while softly pulling on your shirt. Waiting for your consent first. You nodded and giggled, "Of course! You don't have to ask venven, I already asked you for it, didn't I?~", a look full of love shined in your eyes, reflecting back in his, to yours again. Venti leaned down to kiss you gently, "I know.. it's just I need to you to confirm it one more time!~".

Taking your shirt of, bra following, throwing it somewhere in the room. Shortly after venti's mouth was already around your nipple, kneading and massaging your breasts with his hands. You threw your head back in the pillow, letting out a moan. Your nipples were always to sensetive. "Archons, I love sucking on them! This is truly my favorite past-time! I could do this forever!", the god sighed in between your tits, looking up at you. His now long hair falling over his broad, strong looking shoulders. With time your panties started to feel uncomfortable, it felt so stick, you swore your juices would start running down your thighs soon...

Luckily your husband knows you well enough. Starting to take off your shorts and panties. Letting up from your nipple, switching to the other and continueing to suck. His other hand gently caressed over your thighs, then in between, up and down.

A whine left your lips, slowly becoming inpatiened, wanting to feel it where you needed it the most. Spreading your legs wide, you felt venti's hand sliding over the slit of your cunt. A moan left him as he felt how ready you were for him. Leaning away once again from your already red nipples, he smirked at you, "You're dripping for me windblume! Do you want my fingers or my tongue first? Tell me~", the god spoke while slowly kissing down, over your stomatch. Geting shy you looked away, pouting,

"Your tongue please? Eat me out venti!", you stated. Looking back at him you got confused. Why was he licking his fingers? The view tho.. It just turned you on more. "To bad that you only get my fingers for now~", the bard smirked, pushing one finger in. Just about to answer you opened your mouth, chocking and closing it again at the sudden feeling of him inside you. This brat...

"Woah.. you're so wet that I just slipped in and i'm really deep already!~ You surely can handle another of my fingers right?~", venti said, still smirking at you. Right after he pushed in another finger. A loud moan left your lips, your legs shaking. Fuck! How is he this deep inside you already? Usually it takes a while- His finger are longer!! Right! You just realised how his form-changing affected his whole body. Oh boy... his cock is about to destroy you.. not that it already did but now?!

All of sudden venti's fingers started moving, in and out. Going faster. "Do you fell this windblume? I'm right at your g-spot! I wonder how fast I can make you cum in this form~", venti whispered licking over your clit, once, twice and another time. Your head was spinning. Damn! This felt soo good you might become dumb just from this. Moaning, squiriming under him while panting his name you came quickly. That was a new record for sure. Leaning back against the pillow you tried to calm down. Yet the god had another idea, sucking on your clit while pulling on your nipples with both of his hands you arched your back from the bed and came again with a scream from your lips.

"Oh windblume~ You really seemed to like this~", venti said with a softer voice, leaning down to kiss you deeply. Not knowing what just happened you kissed back, panting in the kiss. "I didn't believe I ever could make you squirt for me! You always suprise me windblume, ehe~", the god chuckled, kissing you again, "My whole face got wet~", he still chuckled.

Embarrassed you hid your face in your hands. Oh god.. what a mess you must have made! But before you could say anything you felt how venti turned you around, on your stomatch. Gently kneading your ass between his hands, spreading your legs a bit.

"Now I will do what my wife asked from me earlier~", the bard said before leaning in, taking a lick through your still sensetive pussy. Starting to eat you out like you wished before. His tongue felt longer too. Just having it play with your clit made you want to cum. With one thrust venti pushed his tongue into your hole. You moaned, bit your lip. Once again venti moved,

IN

OUT

IN

OUT

FASTER

DEEPER

Tongue flicking against that one spot. Not even seconds later you came again. Moaning his name loudly. Falling back into the pillow, head resting on top of your arms. Venti pulled his tongue out, layed next to you, letting you rest a bit. "You taste amazing as always~ Tell me once you're ready for the next stage! But I warn you.. once we start I might lose control! I won't be gentle anymore! So if you want to back out.. please tell me now!", your husband said with a rather serious face, looking at you, licking his lips clean.

Shaking your head you turned around, sitting up on your knees. Softly kissing him while whispering, "I want this venti! I love you! You don't have to be always gentle with me. I'm not out of glass, I won't break that easy! So don't worry okay? Don't hold back!", you smiled, kissing him deeply again. The god kissed back. Taking off his boxers, making his dick slap up against his stomatch. As you leaned away you looked down and your mouth widened, so did your eyes. How is he THAT huge?? Like.. that was the double size off his normal length! Fuck! How will this fit??

One hand grabbed your wrists, the other turned you around, pushed you down into the matress on all fours. Giving your ass a good spank, "Now it's to late to back out windblume! So take it! Take all of me!", venti growled into your ear. No this wasn't venti! This was barbatos! His cock slowly pressing against your pussy. Grinding it against your clit, up and down. Enjoying how wet and sensetive he got you. His hands both on your ass while pushing the tip of his long cock inside you. A suprised gasp left you, spreading your legs wider. You felt to full, the stretch burnt a bit. Yet you only could think on how amazing it must feel to have him all inside. Venti inched himself slowly into you. Your legs were shaking, you believed you would collapse every second. It felt just so good!

"Halfway in already love~ Just a bit more! You're doing so great windblume~", venti praised you while kissing your back. Leaving another wave of hickeys. A few inches were still standing out and yet your head was spinning, "s-so full venti..", you moaned. The slightest move of any of you and you could cum again. "I- I know... j-just a few inches more o-okay?", venti whispered in your ear, trying to be patiened, to keep his selfcontrol. But with your whining and your tight hole squishing him this wasn't easy at all. Turning your head around to look at him your breats bounced and that made him snap. Fuck it! He thought.

With one hard thrust he was completly inside you. Your ass hitting the skin of his stomatch. "Ohhh~ Fuck!", the god cursed, slowly grinding into you. Just enjoying the feeling of your tightness. Another scream escaped you, feeling like you could break in half any moment. He was so deep. His cock was making you so full. You felt him in your stomatch. And it felt amazing! The grinding was to much, your mouth hanging open, silent moans escaping you. Your sweetspot was right there. Right where his cock was grinding into.

"Y-You feel so good windblume! I never was this deep inside you before. Now I can make all of you mine! Every part of you! I will fuck you now okay? I-I can't hold back-", venti growled, trying to think of the words he wanted to say. A nod from you, a moan and the god was gone. Holding on to your ass he started to thrust inside you, pace fast and hard from the beginning. Staying true to his word. It was rough and hard. Moaning, screaming, clinging onto the sheets, you couldn't do anything else. The only thing that came to your mind was, venti and his cock. All you could feel was pleasure. Balls hitting your still sensetive clit, hands grabing your ass, hard thrusts against your g-spot.

The feeling of barbatos thumb pressing against your other hole made you come back from your thoughts. What was he doing now? Before you could ask his thumb slipped gently inside your ass. Pushing it in and out, circeling his thumb around. At the beginning it felt weird, but instead of complains, moans left your lips. It was to much,"I-I'm going to cuuum v-venven", you moaned in between the loud slaps of his hips hitting your ass. Removing his thumb from your ass while leaning back a bit.

With one swift move barbatos had his hand under your stomatch, pulling you up against him. Your back meeting his chest. Slowing down his pace a bit he answered in a deep, comanding voice, "Then cum for me windblume! Cum all over my cock!". A hand moved down to your clit. Rubbing it, "Think you can squirt again for me?~", a chuckle left the god. Picking up his pace again. Hammering into you. The other hand pressed against your stomatch. Venti bit his lip as he felt himself moving inside you. That was hot. Yet he still desired for more.

"Hold on windblume, I want to test something!", venti said. Stopping his movements completly. Making you whine loudly. A glow appeared. You felt venti's cock geting smaller, his chest becoming softer. Did he return to normal? Why now? You pouted since you were about to cum. This changed as venti started to thrust into you again. Closing your eyes trying once again to focus on your orgasm. Geting close. So close. Until the god stopped again. Another glow appeared behind you.

"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO D-", you turned around, snapping at him before geting cut of by your own scream. His huge length was back. You came so hard that you collapsed forward into venti's arms. Legs shaking, hole clenching. "I knew it, my size difference turns you on doesn't it? Maybe I should use all my sizes next time mhh?~", venti teased, gently laying you back down onto the bed. Resting on your stomatch. While gently thrusting into you, beeing almost there himself. "Are you okay? You came pretty hard? I'm cumming too~", a moan escaped venti. Grabbing your shoulders while pounding into you. Throwing his head back, moaning your name. His cheeks red. A second later you felt his white cum pumping into you. It was a lot. The bard collapsed onto you and kissed your back.

"Soo? How was it? You clearly enjoyed yourself haven't you?~" back was the teasing, usually silly bard. You tried to catch your breath, feeling even more full than before, "I-I loved it venven! We should d-do it again.. soon~", you giggeled with your voice sounding weak.

"Everything for my wife~", venti answered, pulling out of you. His seed sickering out of your hole, over your thighs onto the sheets. Without realsing it venti got this feeling. A feeling to stuff you up again. Not wanting to let his seed leave you. A growl left him before thrusting into you again. Pushing himself all the way back into you. Moaning loudly while pushing you down into the matress. "Aww thank y- AHHH!", you smiled but that was quickly replaced with a choke, shocked face. "V-Venti?", you asked, voice muffled during his push of your head into the matress.

"I-I'm s-sorry.. it's just.. I-I can't control myself anymore! Please let me use you windblume?", he tried to be gently but his voices sounded deep. His eyes, his hair, his tattoos glowed. You nodded, pussy clenching at his words.

A swosh was heard as venti pulled you up onto all fours. From the shadow on your bed you saw wings. Fuck that looked hot! Him fucking you from behind with his wings out. A hard, deep thrust inside of you made you throw your head back. "Tell me!.. Say which cock size of mine you like more?!", a question from your husband. No an order. This sounded like an order. Regardless you were to busy moaning, and trying to think of the right words to say. Forming word, yet alone trying to think of the letters wasn't easy.

Another hard, deep thrust. "Mhh? Won't you answer? Do I have to do everything myself?!", venti sighed with a annoyed voice.

All of sudden you felt a lot less full. Did he change form again? A slap to your ass as the thrust became faster. Another slap as venti pushed your head into matress, pillow to far away from all the movements. "Do you like this size more??", venti asked between hammering into you. Enjoying to hear you short breath, your loud high voice, the wet sounds of your pussy. Your brain wasn't working anymore, "I-I", you tried but ended up whining.

Barbatos pulled you up against his chest once again, kneading your breats. You almost bit your tongue as the cock inside you got bigger again. Walls clenching, making it so tight for him. "Or.. do you like this size more?!", barbatos asked, not changing his pace at all. Waiting for your answer. An answer he wouldn't get because you were to far gone already. Mind in the clouds. Brain fucked out. No one home anymore.

"I asked, DO YOU LIKE IT??", the god asked once again, thrusting with force further into you, staying still, just pulling your nipples. Twisting them softly. "YEEES!!! Y-Y- AHH I-", you screamed, tears forming in your eyes. Running down your cheeks, "love it!! Love you!!", you whined, bursting out more tears. Barbatos let out a chuckle and let go of your red nipples, continueing to thrust into you in a fast pace. Hugging you from behind, holding you close, "I love when you scream for me! Your screams make me so hard! My cock is throbbing so much love~", he whispered in your ear. If you could still think straight, you would probably blush so much.

You closed your eyes, just enjoyed the moment. Not expecting it, venti pulled your legs up, holding you in his arms, in a full-nelson position while continueing his fast pace. Hugging his wings around you both. "I'm gonna fill you up! I will pump my cum into you again!", the god groaned against your neck, while leaving kisses here and there. Your eyes rolled in the back of you head, as you came once again. Shaking, squirting all over his cock and the sheeds.

"Wow~ Do I really make you feel this good huh? How cute~", barbatos chuckled. Shortly after he thrustes a few more times and the last one was very deep. Letting out a groan, his seed filling you up once again.

Gently placing you back down on the bed venti kissed you, caressing through your hair. Weakly you kissed back, leaning against his chest. "Are you okay windblume? Let's rest okay?", venti asked, gently laying down with you on the bed. Caressing over your cheek. You smiled and kissed his chest softly, "I'm fine! Just need to catch my breath a bit venven~", you giggeled at his worried face. Lucky your stamina was quiet special. A normal human would probably struggle a lot here.

"Are you sure? We can stop if would like?", your husband asked, looking at you. "Stop? Now? When you still hard?", you giggled, grabbing his cock into your hand and jerking him a bit. A cute whine left venti's lips, "D-Don't worry about that windblume. Let us clean you up first okay?", he said, yet not pushing your hand away.

Your hand felt so good. Venti couldn't get enough of it. Your mouth would feel even better. There were so many things he still wanted to do to you, things he wanted to ask you, things he wanted to try with you. Sometimes he got embarrassed, thinking what a pervert he must be. But it was you.. venti couldn't help himself.

Still moving your hand, geting a bit faster with it you smirked at him. Starting to play  with just the tip you giggeld as he thrusted his hips upwards, in your hand. "S-stop laughing it's not funny!", the bard pouted. Clearly enjoying this. "You're soo adorable venven~", you giggled, kissing his neck while moving your hand faster over the tip. Leaving hickeys like he did to you earlier.

"I want too take you again..", venti whispered, looking away, blush forming on his cheeks.

"Yeah? How do you want me barbatos?", you smirked. Venti snapped his head to you. You did not just! How dare you? You brat! Venti's eyes changed. His whole aura switched. There it is.. What you wanted to see. The side to barbatos that you hadn't met yet. This intimidating side. A dangerous side for sure. "Would you repeat that for me my favorite mortal?", barbatos asked, taking your hand off his cock. You gulped, that really was a intimidating side. The words he spoke alone had so much power to it. The pressure of his eyes on you was almost scary. Yet you leaned forward gently kiss him, "I asked, how do you want to take me lord barbatos?~", you looked him into his eyes, glowing with devinity.

A groan was the only thing heard. "Sit on my lap with your back towards me!", he ordered, pulling you on his lap. Sitting against the headboard of the bed, he let you get into position. "Go ahead! Sit down for your lord!", barbatos said, pointing towards his lap. A blush covered your face as you realised what he meant. Still you carefully sat down, pushing his cock back into your cunt. This angle was almost worse than the nelson one. It all felt tingly and sensetive inside. "Good job! You're taking your lord so well! Now I'll start moving, try not to lose balance or I've to punish you mortal!", the god groaned why already grinding upwards.

It went really well. Keeping your balance wasn't very hard. And now you once again, not knowing for how many times, you were about to come again. That was until barbatos decided to use a little trick of his. Caressing with his hand over your lower stomatch, right where the tip of his cock met your cervix. The anemo symbol appeared on your skin and suddenly you let out a scream, pressing your thighs together, holding on to venti's knees. "W-What is-", you wanted to ask but got cut off during his hand sliding across your nipples. Feeling the same thing you almost collapsed on the matress. Almost losing your balance. It was weird. It felt ticklish, yet like air hitting your sensetive parts over and over again. The pressure was to much! Did he use his powers?

"I gave you a little gift! My favorite mortal deserves just the best after all. My anemo energy is flowing through your body now! It's also another way of marking you as mine~", barbatos smirked, thrusting fast in you. One thrust was so hard that you fell forward, lucky venti's arms catched you. "Ahh... and I was just praising you! Well, that calls for a punishment right?~", this teasing tone of his. You didn't like it. "What are you up to?", you asked, wanting to look at him. Yet his hand grabbed your chin to hold you still, "Look forward!". And so you did like barbatos told you.

A swosh was heard and all off sudden you felt cold, air was hitting your nipples. Infront of you, you saw entire mondstadt at night. Under you, the ground which lead to kathedral of mondstadt.

"How?? Why??", you paniced, face red as it could be. Venti didn't stop at all, kneeling behind you, thrusting his huge cock into you. Amemo energy still flowing in you. "Why? As a punishment of course. Show how sorry you are to the entire mondstadt for disobeying their archon! Go on, moan my name!", barbatos grinned, holding you close while grinding deeply into your walls. About to cum you just looked down at the city and moaned loud, "b-barbatos i'm sorry!!!", with that you came again. Closing your eyes, enjoying the moment you didn't realised venti turning back to his normal form, cumming too. Hugging you close, pressing your breasts together while pushing everything inside your cunt till the last drop.

Opening your eyes again, panting, you saw venti laying close to you, laying in bed, blanket placed over you. "I love you so much windblume! You're truly amazing. Thank you for accepting this side of me!", venti said with a smile on his face, leaning in to kiss you. You smiled, kissed back and whispered, "I love you to venven! All of you! Let's do this again sometime okay?~", you cuddled close to venti. With that you fell asleep. Soon after venti followed you to the land of dreams.

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Bonus:

As venti woke up you were no where to be seen. A yawn left the bard, looking towards the clock. It's still early in the morning, where did you go? Geting out of bed to search for you, just to drag you back to bed to cuddle. It was way to early for him to be up. Seeing light in the bathroom, he walked in, eyes slowly widened as he heard the shower.

Seeing you humming under the shower. Lost in melody. Wasn't that a melody he recently played?  Well but that wasn't the most important thing right now.He could fell his cock geting hard once again. Oh archons, couldn't you just lock the bathroom probably? You didn't even know what you did to him. The way your ass looked so fuckable under the water. He couldn't resist. His tattoos started to glow. With a small smirk he switched his form again, knowing you liked it very much last night. Quietly walking up to you from behind.

Weird. You were cleaning yourself, feeling quiet dirty from all the sweat. Humming a melody of a song that venti had played lately. And suddenly the anemo-mark on your lower stomatch, right above your cunt started to glow. What was that? Did venti gave it to you last night? To be honest, you were so fucked out, that you barely remember anything! You did remember that he switched his form for you, that he showed you a side from him no one ever saw! Which made you so happy. And that it all felt fucking amazing!

A scream left your body and you dropped the showerhead as you felt something tickling inside your body. In your cunt and on your breats. What?? It feels so good.. Next thing you felt was a chest pressing into yours, "Already screaming for me? I'm not even inside you yet~", venti chuckled caressing over your back, hugging you from behind. Another moan left you, legs shaking, leaning against the wall infront of you.

"V-venti.. i-it ahh- what are y-you doi- ahh!!", trying to speak while clinging towards the wall from pleasure didn't work so well.

"Mhh? Me? Weren't you the one seducing me? Leaving the door unlocked, even open, pressing your ass towards me as soon as your felt my presence?~", venti said, giving a spank to your ass while softly kneading it. You yelped, while another moan left you. True! Actually you were hoping for him to come in. But you never expected it to actually happen.

"So you will deal with the consequences! Bend over!", the god ordered while helping to get in position.

ONE FINGER IN

OUT

IN

AND OUT

ANOTHER FINGER IN

OUT

IN

OUT

FASTER

He pushed them into your ass. Stretching you open. Speading up the pace after a while. Enjoying the moans and whines you let out. They even echoed here in the bathroom. How hot you sounded.

At the beginning in felt weird but after seconds it felt soo good. You couldn't help but to push your hips back against his fingers. You wanted more, "v-venti please.. I want you..", you moaned looking back him. His eyes looked at you, and smirked, "You already have me! Say it! Tell me what you want from me?~", the god said. Such a tease! You pouted but gave in, "I want your cock in my ass! P-Please fill my ass up!!", you moaned and hid your face in your hands, leaning against the wall.

Venti removed his fingers and with one thrust he pushed his whole length into your ass. Moaning and pressing you further against the wall. Breats pressing on the cold wall. You almost slipped at the feeling. Yet it didn't hurt at all. The pleasure made your head spin. If venti hadn't such a strong grip on your legs you surely would've fallen over.

"Windblume... now you're completly mine! Everything, every part of you belongs to me~", venti whispered as he started to move inside you. Spreading your ass checks apart, enjoying the view. After a while his pace increased and the thrusts got harder. As your hard nippels moved against up and down with the thrusts against the cold wall you were gone. Drooling out of your mouth.

"You're so tight! I'm about to cum! Cum with me!!!", he groaned. Having an idea. This would make you cum on the spot! Ehe~ Venti grabbed the showerhead and placed in betweenn your thighs, right on your clit. A yelp came from you, pressing your thighs together. A chuckle escaped the bard as he pressed his two fingers into your cunt. Moving his fingers at the same time as his cock. "Look at you! And you still wanted to be innocent yesterday? My lovely windblume, you're such a naughty beeing! You gave all your innocence to me! Now cum!!", barbatos smirked, thrusting hard into you. Letting out a loud groan, cumming himself. Shooting his sees deep inside your ass.

Tears rolling down your face, eyes in the back of your head, babling some non understandble mess while your legs were shaking. You came. Squirted once again. Collapsing into the wall. Starting to whine because of the showerhead hitting your clit. Driving you into overstimulation. Venti removed his fingers just to look at your fucked out, broken face. A devilish smirk appeared on his lips. He didn't know what came over him but he pushed his finger back into your abused cunt. Moving at a quick pace, leting the shower head do it's work.

You shoke your head, trying to show venti you coudln't handle anymore but the only thing that came out were moans, whines, yelps. Nothing helpfull.

"My starlight.. you make me all hard again..", venti whispered while biting your ear gently. With that you came again. Shaking, screaming. But lord barbatos didn't seem to stop! Instead he started to move his cock again. Gently thrusting into your ass.

His eyes glowing,

"After all, you asked for this right? So now you gonna deal with it! You asked for lord barbatos to show you all of him! Now you gonna take all of me?~".

The sun was up, it was lively outside, yet the whole teapot just heard your screams and sinfull actions until the next moon shined.

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(Thank you for reading this!! Hope you enjoyed!~ 💜 )