#and it earns him trust value

[acopytopy]

Headcanon that Lin Ling had perfect balance as Nice and now as the Commoner, he trips all over the place and falls down the stairs. Like looney tunes style

[ghostlypawn]

my #unfortunate trait is that i like how mel/langdon has an undercurrent of toxicity to them 😔

[silkythewriter]

Vox and alastor with an undeserving to be in hell reader!

Warnings!:non!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!;I THINK TUMBLER ACTUALLY HATES ME (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)(｡•́︿•̀｡)it keeps not letting me edit my drafts, it’s happened like 3 times already this week alone!,…BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA I REALLY HOPE YOY ENJOY!!!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: alastor and Vox x reader WHOs I. Hell for a minor sin/crime

❤️Written by silkythewriter do not steal or repost any other platform please! <3❤️

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“Each time I find myself

Flat on my face

I pick myself up and get back in the race!”

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

When you first admitted what you did that counted as a “sin” he was flabbergasted! He thought they must’ve made a mistake. All be it one that was in favor since he got to be damned with you. But still!

Out of every monster known to man kind one who’ve committed acts that are despicable. You, one who can barely hurt a damn fly get sent with them?

At first he thought you were genuinely just joking. And he actually laughed! Like audible chuckled before waiting for the actual reason, which never came, and he soon realized you were being serious!

He always questioned why you use to refuse to kill, or at least scare people into respect. But then you explained how you refused to be like the rest of the sinners.

He utterly dumb founded you made it this far without spilling a bit of blood, at least for survival!

He becomes more overprotective as if he wasn’t before, good luck with that!

Cause now he knows your rules, he knows you won’t budge. Nothing would get you to change your mind. So he made sure to keep eyes on you 24/7, you may be nice, but the other sinners in this damned place definitely aren’t. And he knows that from experience

Would neither confirm or deny he put a small tracker in an item you carry every where.

This man has enemy’s as you’ve seen, demons, overlords, rival company’s, it’s a headache an a half for him. Not that he hates protecting you and your values! No never!, but the nerve of the people who think they even have a chance to lay a hand on you.

Gives you the lastest phone from his series, and yes he will text you and blow up ur phone up if he can see you through cameras around the city.

Even if you put it on silent he wouldn’t put behind himself to over load it and just show up on your phone screen.

Sometimes he’s just so confused how you can be so nice, or at worst passive to those who are poking at you. He thinks your a saint, even if you aren’t, an maybe you have a short temper still the way you hold yourself form blowing up is astonishing!

Sometimes he jokes about how if you were to go to Charlie you would be redeemed in a day. And at night sometimes he thinks about it and it scares him to know there’s a possibility for you to go where he will probably never be able to follow you too

He loves you to the depths and the crooks of hell, and he’ll be damned again if he lets anyone hurt you. He sees you as a small soft light in the red cover world, and he will do anything before anyone can put out that light.

He makes sure to keep a good distance between you and Val, a BIG distance.

He’s always on the edge about people around you, how can’t he? He can’t trust all these “disgusting and repulsive” sinners in hell around you. The thought alone cringes him out and stresses him.

He knows to some degree he isn’t exactly better then them sin wise, but he makes sure to do his best for you while infornt of you, he cares about his image, and wouldn’t be afraid to scare someone into discipline. BUT he will tone it down, just for you ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥

He has you under wraps, from the public eye in this case. As much as he’s one to show off his earnings, he loves you a little to much and knows well people will use you as a advantage. He loves to show off but you something just for him behind close doors for now before he can work something out

NOW if the public were to already know, he show off by showing how untouchable you were, demons knew better to approach you seeing as how fast he is to get rid of those stupid enough to try something.

Overall he respects your morals of not wanting to stoop as low as other sinners. But it dose make him more protective of you, your like a rare gem. There’s only a handful of people like you, and even then the numbers decrees daily, so he dose his most to make sure you safe and happy <3

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!🎙️✨Alastor✨🎙️!

Like Vix he humors it at first! Playing around with it before Laughing with his usual staticky voice as he stared at you with his unnerving smile. You guys quite literally stared at each other for a hot minute waiting for the other to say something.

It took you clearing your throat for him to realize you weren’t just trying to get a chuckle outta him.

And for the first time since you met him you caught a hint of confusion, making you explain that it was genuinely what you did.

He quite literally burst out laughing, you, someone who probably did something everyone did once is in this horrid place stuck with the horrid monsters ever! Just for that single act alone.

He will admit he found it a bit amusing how you refused to kill or lay a hand on anyone. Refusing to stoop to other people’s levels. Now that for him is pure gold of entreatment! He’s seen people like you, say the same exact thing then crumble when backed I to a Corner.

But for the first time, for all the decades he’s been damned here, he’s seen you stick to what you’ve stated. You were very much quite a spectacle!

Now finding new amusement, he decided to protect you, cause someone like you were sure to be a one time experience. Aside from loving you of course

Now with your name being accosted with him alone is a shield in if its self. Barely any one approached you, aside from those playing with their afterlives of course.

If you ever feel a looming shadow or presence it’s most likely one of his shadows. Like Vox he is gonna have his eyes on you almost always

Although he loves you he will play around to get a reaction out of you. All for the fun of it!, he knows you cringe when he talks about his cannibalism tendencies he just loves seeing your cute little face scrunch up!

Even though with all of that he is a gentleman and will make sure no one is to bother you.

He’s quite impressed you made it this far without getting killed, I mean of course you have him but if you arrived to hell and didn’t met him immediately he’d be quite impressed and surprised one you both do meet

He indulges himself in the horrible aspects of hell, with no remorse or shame what so ever either. So although he dose respect your wishes he won’t stop or calm down his tendencies.. （；へ：）but on the bright side he’ll make sure your far away or he goes off to other part of the city and do whatever he wishes. But your likely to see on the news either way… (￣▽￣💧

He dose enjoy the more civil and nice talks he has with you though! He finds it nice to take a break from all the crude talk on the street from other sinners and have a nice conversation!

Great listener let me tell you, he’ll happily sit there as you explain your day away! He honestly enjoys hearing you genuinely happy!, although his a chatter box himself but he enjoys listening to you more then anyone or anything else!

Watches you be nice to the most repulsive, and rude demon like it’s nothing. Even when disrespected you find a way to calm down the situation and nicely at that. Of course the demon doesn’t live long once their out of your sight, but still! He’s pleasantly surprised.

He finds it rather weird that your nice just for the sake of being nice but still it’s definitely a nice refresher from all the horrible people down in hell!

You catch his eye rather quickly with how you stick out from others (in a good way! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) and his eyes end up on you, you mainly have all his attention almost always if he isn’t off doing something!, your his light just live Vox he’ll make sure you’ll shine bright as ever and won’t go out.

Not everyone can catch it but in some rare moments he’ll be seen just staring at you as you happily talk away to Charlie. And for the smallest second you can see his unnerving smile turn into a soft smirk, eyes only on you and his mind filled with only you. This happens on the regular, it’s just he’s quick to cover up so no one sees!

Overall he loves you, even with some differences between your views he’ll still do his best to make you comfortable. Aside from teasing you here and there! But other then that he’ll protect you, your one of kind. And he loves having things no one else can.

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AHHHH HELLOOOOO OH GORSH I MADE IT JUST IN TIME THIS TOOK SO LOBG TO DO CAUSE I KEPT HAVING TO DELETE AND REWRITE ON A NEW DRAFT AUGHHH I HOPE TUMBLR FIXES THIS BUG, BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!\(^ヮ^)/’

[poguehearted77]

Wild Child

summary: after being sent away to boarding school for being a wild child you're finally back and celebrating your return in the only way you see fit.

smut: pool party, ragers, drug use (alcohol, vapes n weed), size kink, Rafe is cocky, mentions of old flings, manhandling, hot tubs, they do it on her parents' bed, rough sex, step-mom slander, reader is such a flirt n a tease, curvy reader, dom! rafe, bratty! reader, skinny dipping, mentions of body shots, choking, spanking (like once).

The morning sun was ascending high into the sky when you finally managed to get yourself out of your king-sized bed, fit for someone of your status and your parents' financial standing.

Your socked feet took padded steps towards your window where you overlooked the hills of figure eight. This was the first time you'd looked out your bedroom window in years. With a deep inhale a soft smile etched its way across your lips. You were finally home, and you had the house all to yourself. Or so you thought.

Your ears pick up on muffled indistinct chatter that managed to travel from the kitchen, down the halls up the elaborate staircase and into your room. Quickly, you headed for the source of the voices and were disappointed to see your dad and his wife plaything, Maria, conversing over coffee at the kitchen island.

"I thought you said the Jet leaves at dawn? What are you guys still doing here?" You try not to sound too curious, arms crossing naturally with your inquiry. With a clearing of his throat, your dad speaks up, "You only just came back two nights ago. Maria and I just don't think it's the right time to leave you alone for the weekend."

You scoff, "Why? You still don't trust me after what happened last time? Get over it, I'm twenty-one now, you can trust me." As you walked over to the fridge for a glass of water, you heard a muted exchange of ideas behind you.

"You can't expect us to forget about all the damage you caused. We still haven't found anyone to repair my crystal vases." You take a long sip, trying to swallow your toxic thoughts with the water.

She thinks she can just waltz up and down the house with that huge ring on her finger and think that her opinion carries any value to you.

You took a deep breath and plastered on a fake smile, pitching your voice to become as sweet as honey.

"I can never apologize enough for what I did back then, but how will I ever earn your trust if you don't give me the chance." Your doe eyes land on your father, specifically his weakened composure.

You're about to break him, you can see it.

He exhales, all the air escaping through his nostrils.

Broken.

He glances down at his watch, "Fine, but if you throw another party so help me god Y/n you'll never see grass again." You play it cool, thanking him with a simple hug and completely disregarding Maria before you make your way back upstairs.

It's as though a weight had been lifted off your chest. You needed them out of the house, you'd been planning this party since you got back and made sure all the guests knew to keep it on the down low, just until they were gone.

The hours fly by, and you hardly keep track of time as you and some of your long-time friends set up the house for the party that you shouldn't be hosting, but you're Y/n Sinclair. Parties are your thing.

"Macy, you let the people in, kay? I'm gonna go get changed." The sun was beginning to set and the music was already blasting, vibrating over the marble floors of the house. Every lyric was punctuated with a shaking of the speakers that could be felt even outside.

The neighbours hated to see you coming.

You know your dad's jet was en route to Fiji and he wouldn't be able to reach you until he landed which wasn't for another six hours at minimum but by then the damage will be long done and far too late to stop.

You make your way up the stairs, the bass thumping through the house and vibrating beneath your feet. As you step into your room, your reflection catches your eye, excitement sparking in your gaze.

With a quick flick of your wrist, you reach for the strappy black and red two-piece, slipping it on, the cool fabric hugging every curve just right. Each strap crisscrosses elegantly, bold yet balanced, making you smile at how perfectly it all came together.

Next, you grab the sheer cover-up, wrapping it loosely around your waist so it drapes with a hint of movement, a playful edge that sways with you. You run your fingers through your curls, scrunching them gently to bring out their bounce, each coil framing your face in soft waves. Reaching for your lip gloss, you swipe it carefully over your lips, catching the light with a glossy shine.

One last look, and you’re ready, your heart beating in rhythm with the music below. The speakers are already blaring, the energy practically calling you back down. You step out with a final tousle of your curls, ready to join the night.

The energy crackles through the backyard as you make your way to the top of the outdoor staircase. The sun has slipped beneath the horizon, casting a dusky glow over the massive pool below, illuminated by floating lights that shimmer across the water.

The bar is buzzing with people grabbing drinks, and in the corner, the foam pit is already filling up, laughter and splashes mixing with the heavy beat of the music.

A neon sign hangs across from the bar, glowing boldly against the evening sky: The Queen of Kildare is Back. You grin, amused at the sight of it knowing it was 100% Macy's doing, and take a step down. Conversations hush, replaced by the roaring blast of excitement as heads turn your way. Hundreds of people, from familiar faces to those you only vaguely recognize from your past in Figure Eight, pause and look up, anticipation brimming in their eyes.

As you descend, your cover-up billows behind you, revealing the bold lines of your black and red two-piece. The crowd’s reaction is instant, erupting into cheers, whistles, and applause that echo across the yard.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n" They chant and you laugh. Every step closer to the party, you feel the atmosphere thicken, charged with that infectious blend of excitement and admiration. By the time you reach the bottom, someone’s already handing you a drink, while friends rush over to pull you in for hugs and greetings, their voices nearly drowned out by the music and shouts.

"Y/n Sinclair, s'Been a while."

There's a voice all too familiar addressing you from behind, prompting you to pivot to come face to face with a much taller Rafe than your brain could recall.

"Rafe Cameron. Long time no see." He goes in for the hug, your arms reaching over his broadened shoulders while his longer ones wrap around your waist before pulling back. He not so subtly checked you out, his tongue darting out over his lips briefly as he took you in and you did the same.

The buzzed hair sharpens his features, you think. Making his eyes seem darker, more intense, as they focus on you. His open linen shirt falls loosely over his frame, giving glimpses of his toned chest and the subtle gleam of a thin chain resting against his skin.

The shirt flutters with the breeze, barely hanging on his shoulders, hinting at the strong lines of his arms and drawing your eyes down to his relaxed, dark swim trunks.

He’s saying something, leaning slightly toward you, and his voice cuts smoothly through the bass of the party. Your eyes wander back up to his face, catching the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as if he knows he’s caught your attention.

"You look good, too good. How long's it been?" It's hard for you to think with the heat of his gaze on you, but you don't falter, never surrendering to this never-ending game between the two of you.

"About 3 years." He hums, the way he looks at you, casual yet purposeful, makes your pulse quicken, and suddenly, every sound around you fades, leaving only the warmth of his presence and the way he looks right at you, but you remind yourself to focus.

Rafe looks around the scene, eyes lingering over the wet t-shirt contest and then the game of chicken being held in the pool while others lounged on the various floaties or indulged in ungodly amounts of alcohol at the bar. As he does so, the pungent scent of weed drafts across your nostrils.

"Your old man know you're hostin' tonight?" You had to laugh, "Oh please, like he would ever let me have any kind of fun while he's in town. He and the skank are in Fiji."

The slight smirk that etches over his perfect lips taunts you. "So the house is yours?" He leans in, a little closer, closing the gap between you. "Until he comes back and banishes me again," You place a confident hand against his chest, pushing him away, "But for now, I'm here to party, and you should be too."

With that said you walk away from him, letting your hips sway with seduction radiating with each step. Rafe lets his thumb and fingers stroke over his jaw, feeling the weight of the pressure you'd just applied.

God, it was good to have you back.

The party raged on, slowly approaching its peak, body shots were going on at the bar, girls were doing lines in the bathrooms and the guys had insisted on a drunk game of volleyball in the pool.

Rafe took a break from the events of the party and watched from the sidelines on the couch, taking another hit of the vape that someone had passed to him, he's not sure he can remember who, and it wasn't relevant anyway.

The only person he had his sights set on is you. Watching you have the time of your life with your friends on the platform in the middle of the pool. Your little group, clearly intoxicated danced carefree while you'd begun to put your hands on the ground and throw your ass in circles.

Rafe choked, sitting up, some smoke coming through his nostrils at the interrupted airflow. He leaves his shirt behind on the couch with the abandoned vape, just as he heads for the pool topped hands him a beer which Rafe accepts before he gets in.

Maintaining a straight face as his body acclimatizes to the cool water he's almost immediately swarmed and roped into a round of whatever the current pool game was.

His icy gaze looks up to the center of the pool where you once were but are now nowhere to be found. "Looking for someone?" Your voice was mocking and he was grinning before he even turned around.

"I am actually." With little ripples in the water, he steps towards you maintaining a respectful distance that was driving you insane. "I was looking for someone to join me at the bar," He puts on a convincing facade but you roll your eyes, feigning innocence.

"Let me know if you find her," He slowly steps towards you and step back, "Don't play dumb with me, Y/n." Your plush lips form a gut-wrenching pout, "What do you mean?" Another step forward, another one back. The cycle repeats itself until he has you backed up against the edge of the pool.

Rafe’s hands find your waist, and before you can react, he’s lifting you effortlessly, placing you on the edge of the pool. You're reeling at the slutty display of his sheer strength.

Your legs dangle, brushing against his chest, and he steps closer, slotting himself right between them. His hands rest on either side of you, his arms framing you in as he looks up with that sly grin, every bit as teasing as you are.

“Always out here playin' games, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low, a quiet rasp just for you. “Gotta say, I respect it—always sticking it to your old man, doing your own thing.” He leans in, his gaze drifting down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Not many people around here have the guts for that.”

You scoff lightly, though your heart skips as his gaze lingers on you, intense and challenging. “Oh, please,” you tease, rolling your eyes. “Since when do you care about any of this?”

A quiet laugh slips from him as his fingers trace slow, deliberate circles along your thigh. “You think I haven’t been paying attention to you all these years?” he murmurs, leaning closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“You might’ve been gone a while, but don't think I forgot all those nights we had our fun.” His words hang heavy between you as he pulls back slightly. Now his hand rests on your waist, his voice dropping lower.

He tilts his head, studying you with that familiar glint of mischief. “Now that you're back, I think we should relive some of our traditions, for old time's sake,” he says, leaning in until his lips brush against your jaw, light and teasing, close enough to make your pulse race. He pauses, his thumb skimming your cheek, his lips hovering just above yours, waiting. “But don’t act like you don’t want this as much as I do.”

Before you can snap back, his mouth claims yours, the kiss charged with all the years of pent-up tension and that all-too-familiar heat. His hands slide up to cradle your face as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer. The kiss deepens, and when he finally pulls back just enough to catch his breath, he watches you with a smug, knowing grin.

“There it is,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your lips, his thumb tracing your jaw as if memorizing every inch. “That look you get right before we make a mess of things. I knew it—you missed this just as much as I did.”

If only someone could recount how the two of found yourselves stumbling up the stairs towards your room, your soaked sheer cover-up left forgotten somewhere in the house after Rafe pulled it off of your frame.

"Shit-- Rafe," your teeth dug into the flesh of your bottom lip as you reached to open your bedroom door, horrified to see two other people had monopolized it. They hadn't even noticed the door was opened so you quickly closed it.

"What the fuck, I thought everyone knew my room was off limits." With a quick scan, you noticed items were hanging off almost all the guest rooms in the hall letting others know the room was occupied.

"Shit, there's nowhere else to go in here?" You think quickly on your feet before rushing off to get something before returning with a key in your grip.

Rafe pulls you close with a smirk as you clutch the key to your father’s room, the gleam in your eyes daring him to follow. “Breaking all the rules tonight, aren’t we?” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with approval. His hand slips around your waist as you unlock the door, both of you glancing down the hall to be sure no one’s watching.

You twist the handle and push open the door, and his hand slides down to squeeze your hip, pulling you against him. “I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he whispers against your ear, his lips grazing your skin, sending a thrill down your spine.

Once inside, you barely have a chance to lock the door before he has you pressed up against it. His lips are on yours, urgent and fierce, his hands roaming over your body with possessive ease. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he breathes between kisses, his fingers tracing the bare skin of your waist as he lifts your top, letting it fall to the floor. “Thought I’d forgotten?” you tease.

Rafe just about growls, dipping down to kiss along your collarbone, his hands sliding lower as he backs you towards the bed. His fingers hook under the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them down with a smirk that sends heat rushing through you.

Your heart races as you feel the cool, forbidden sheets beneath you, the thrill of defying every rule and having Rafe look at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted. His hands slide up your thighs, lips trailing down your neck as he leans over you. “You know,” he murmurs, voice heavy with desire as he takes in the sight of you sprawled out before him, “I always knew you were trouble. Guess that’s why I can’t stay away.”

With a smirk, he leans in, his lips brushing over yours as his hands explore, both of you savouring the thrill of being tangled up in each other once again.

"Look at these perfect fuckin' tits." He curses, big hands cupping your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his index and thumb. Your back arches slightly with a gasp, chest pressing up into him and he laughs.

"Still so sensitive here, angel? Some things never change." He reminisces and you roll your eyes, "Fuck off, Rafe." With the blink of an eye, his much larger frame was caging you in from above, his bulging biceps giving him an erotic juxtaposition in comparison to your head.

Balancing himself on one arm he slinks his palm around the expanse of your throat with a weighted pressure. "Been gone so long you forgot your manners? Mm? That's fine, I'll be sure to fuck some sense back into you."

Your eyes flutter shut at his filthy words as you feel his hand move and begin to work you between your legs. "Your pussy's fuckin' soaked--shit." He hisses, gaze hungry and his body acts on his thoughts faster than you can register.

A particularly loud moan slips from you as you feel his tongue skillfully lap over your folds, splitting you open as the warmth of his tongue protrudes into your core. "Yes, fuck! Please, don't stop Rafe." You moan, one hand reaching down to hold him by the hair and it hits you that he'd shaved it all off.

You let out a frustrated gruff, both hands fisting the sheets while you're forced to feel the vibrations of his sick laugh running through you at your dramatics. Even the tip of his nose had been covered in your slick, your juices running down his chin as he ate you out like a man starved.

He wouldn't be surprised if they could hear you from outside, but he knows everyone is far too high, too drunk or both to hear you. It wasn't long before your legs were beginning to shake and came with his name falling from your lips over and over like a prayer.

Taking deep breaths to recover from debatedly the best orgasm you've ever experienced, Rafe walked over to the far wall, out of sight, doing something you couldn't see before returning.

Without speaking he scoops you up into his arms, bridal style, another shameless display of his strength but it would be a lie to say it didn't drive you crazy. "What-what are you doing?" Your questions are ignored until he approaches the bubbling hot tub.

A wicked smirk curls across his lips as he eases you onto your feet in the warm water, his hands lingering on your waist, keeping you close. He gazes at you with that knowing glint, the steam rising around you both.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, his eyes trailing down your figure, unapologetic. His fingers skim over your sides, sending a shiver through you that’s from anything but the water.

“Are you really just gonna stand there?” you call, feeling the thrill of his attention but wanting to turn the tables, your voice laced with playful challenge.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he chuckles, unfastening his swim trunks and letting them fall to the side with a carefree grin. “I plan on joining you,” he says, slipping into the water and closing the distance between you two with smooth, unhurried steps. You take a hard swallow at his size, you don't remember him being this big.

He was going to destroy you.

You raise an eyebrow, matching his smirk. “Pretty bold of you, Rafe,” you say, your voice teasing as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Just like old times, hmm?”

“Better than old times,” he murmurs, dipping his head so his lips graze your ear, his voice a low rumble. “Because now, nothing is stopping us.” He punctuates his sentence by pressing his body up against your back, elevating you a bit so your torso leans over the edge of the tub, granting him easy access to you.

"Fuck, can't believe your ass got even more fucking perfect since last time." His hand raises and comes back down with a loud spank that pulls a sinful moan from your throat. "Rafe, stop teasing." You whine, arching your back and pressing back against him.

His composure already weekend, he decided to let you get away with it this time before he lined up the swollen head of his thick cock with your entrance, "Better grab onto something." That's the last thing you hear before you're being impaled on his dick, your upper half immediately falls forward, and he stills, giving you a second.

You're breathless, it feels like his cock was taking up all the room in your lungs. Some water had splashed over the ledge but that was the least of your worries. Your mind was hazy and focused on Rafe's grunts that escaped him with every snap of his hips.

"Wish you could see how hot you look right now. The Sinclair wild child knows how to take big dick like a champ." His words run straight through you like electricity, fanning the flames of the burning heat that was beginning to form in your belly.

"Shit--This pussy was fuckin' made for me, y'know that?" You moan at his possessive statement. You can only nod, your body had gone limp long ago as he drilled into you. "R-rafe! I'm-" As if you weren't close enough, his fingers begin to rub over your clit aggressively and you jolt with a shriek.

"Oh- fuck, don't stop! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Please, Rafe." You beg, over and over, arms hanging onto the edge of the tub for dear life as more water splashes around you.

"Wait for me, hold it until I say you can come." You're chewing your lip raw, desperately trying to hold yourself back as he wrecks you from the inside out, his moans getting more frequent, a little more airy and breathless as he tumbled toward his edge of pleasure.

"Cum with me, Angel." Your body spasms as you finish together and he leans his weight against your back, his laboured breathing fanning your ear as you come down from your high.

"Not bad, princess." You couldn't respond and Rafe took note of this, carefully holding you up with one final smug remark, "Hope I didn't wear out the queen of Kildare."

[kissthesunandmoon]

Cellmates by proxy part 2 (Yautja x f reader SMUT MDNI)

Part 1 here!

(After staying with T’orak for exactly 3 weeks and 2 days, the two of you are brought back to his planet, where your new life as his mate begins. Of course, this involves plenty of alone time with him)

Three weeks and 2 days, that’s how long you had been on that ship, you would have been absolutely miserable had it none been for your cellmate, now just your mate.

T’orak had not changed his feelings in the slightest after your heated encounter, you had worried his words were just a spur of the moment, but his affection for you had only seemed to grow since then.

He held you close every night, lulling you to sleep with his plans for when you arrived back on his own planet, some of which soothed you, others ended with you under him panting and moaning once again.

You had grown to care for him in a way that you never would have expected, you were never this quick to fall for anyone, you often joked to him that the two of you must have been meant to be. He never said it out loud, but he felt the exact same way, finding himself ecstatic at the thought of having a life, a home, and maybe even someday, younglings with you.

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The alarms had alerted you to their presence, confirming what he could already sense, his brothers had finally come for him. You heard the onslaught from beyond your doors, and after what felt like hours, they had opened.

Before you had stood three more of his kind, they greeted him, and without time for any formal introduction you had all made your way through the ship, they hadn’t questioned your presence for the time being. After all, unbeknownst to you, you were dripping in his scent.

You had made a stop at what was their storage room in which they kept the belongings of their captives, T’orak collected his mask, armour and weaponry. He had given you one of their weapons and gave you a very quick rundown on how to use it, and use it you did.

With it, you had managed to take down a good number of your captures, and although it wasn’t much compared to T’orak and his brothers, you still felt a little proud of yourself. You had even managed to help one of his fellow warriors in a sticky situation, earning his gratitude.

Finally you had made it away from that dreadful place, as far as you were aware, they had left no survivors. They had however opened all of the other cells before they left, any who had been spared by the Yautjas, would surely face the wrath of their lab rats.

Either way, they weren’t your problem anymore, and for the first time you allowed yourself to relax in his quarters within their ship. You rested, ate and of course eventually you had to be introduced to his fellow crew mates.

They had seemed a little apprehensive at first, although they were impressed that you had held your own during your escape and even aided them. And of course your mate told them of how you had put yourself in harms way to defend him, now that was what did it for them.

It had seemed such a small gesture to you, but to them who valued honour and bravery, your small feat did not go unnoticed. You had looked out for them and of course T’orak, a highly respected member of their clan, and for that you had their thanks.

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Arriving on their home planet on the first day was strange, now you were the alien, but you were met with no hostility, more-so a cautious curiosity. The noble warriors who you had travelled with had the utmost trust and respect from their clan, including their leader, and therefore your presence must have been justified.

They had given a very quick rundown of the events in their tongue to who you had assumed was their leader due to his elaborate get up, his eyes had been on you the majority of the time. They had then introduced him to you, you weren’t sure what had been spoken of you, but whatever he said must have pacified their leader for now as he let you return home with T’orak.

Over the next week you had even been introduced to the females of the clan, who were surprisingly much larger than the males, and yet they were gentle with you. You were sure it was because they viewed you as weak, but you appreciated it nonetheless, you would not want to get on the wrong side of any of these women.

They had even shown you, very proudly, their younglings. Small but strong little males and females, their childish curiosity written all over their faces as they clambered on you, touched your face, played with your hair and chittered in their native language to you. You even felt a twinge of baby fever, wondering if that would ever be in the cards with your mate.

Eventually you had been given a bracelet of some kind for the sake of translation, you could tell that they were still a little unsure of your ever growing presence, but by now your deeds on the creatures ship had reached the ears of many whom had deemed it impressive, at least for a human that was. Their small act of acceptance had truly made you feel at home with them.

It was strange here, but you felt yourself glowing with happiness with each passing day, T’orak was as attentive as ever, even catering to your needs with subtle changes to his home. And oh was home a lovely place to be, since he had officially announced you as his mate your life had been what you would compare to marital bliss; he had doted on you, cared for you and of course - mated you. A lot.

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It was late at night now, your mate had been on a hunt the entire day and you had to admit you were missing his warm presence beside you. Snuggled up in the furs of his bed, keeping your naked form sheltered against the cold, you strained your ears to try to detect any sound of movement from outside your now home.

You let out a sigh, rolling over to face the flickering fire in the corner of his room, he had said he would be back before dark. And yet here it was, dark, and he was not home. You knew you couldn’t fault him for it, even humans ran behind at work, but you were still adapting to the life of the mate of a hunter.

Just as you had felt your eyes growing heavy, the warmth and melody of the fire relaxing you further into the cozy nest, your ears finally picked up something, the sound of the door to your home opening. Then the sound of your mate unloading his gear and the kill of his hunt into the room resembling a kitchen, before finally footsteps echoed throughout the hall leading to the bedroom.

You lay still as the door to his bedroom opened, unable to determine his level of exhaustion, he had only been on a few hunts since your arrival a week prior, but his return home always went one of two ways. Either he would come home too tired to stand, collapse on the bed tucking you into his arms and instantly drifting off - or - he would return to you ravenous, the adrenaline sparking something else within his body.

The bed dipped slightly to accommodate to his weight, yet you still did not move, anticipating what his next move could be. Before you could even look to face him, a large yet gentle hand found your cheek, caressing it softly. You hummed into the feeling, your body stirring slightly out of its relaxed state as you felt him lay down behind you, his chest pressed to your back.

“You’re late” you mumbled quietly, although their was no reprimand to your voice. You felt the rumble within his chest, a low chuckle of sorts at your words, his hand trailing from your face to land on your waist, pulling you back further to him.

“I know I know, I said I would be back before dark. But I am here now, do you think you could find it in your heart to forgive me?” His question had a teasing tone to it, he enjoyed the idea that you missed him, and found it amusing the looks you gave him on the occasion he was late.

“Hmm” you pretended to ponder aloud, his teasing tone mimicked in your own. “I don’t know if you deserve my forgiveness” you mused turning slightly to look at him, the familiar glint of mischief in your eyes that he had grown to love even when you two had been in captivity together.

“Oh I see now, so are you saying my mate…” he leaned forward so that his mouth was next to your ear, the breath of his low spoken words grazing at your neck “that I would have to earn it?” His hand at your waist tightened at that, rocking you backwards into him slightly.

Not that you were surprised, you had played this little cat and mouse game plenty during the month of knowing him, he liked to tease, and you liked to encourage it. Playing along you grinned “I mean you could try, but it will take a lot to make up for this, you have completely betrayed my trust, I am utterly heartbroken” you replied in an exaggerated, mock hurt tone “I’m afraid you won’t win me over that easily”.

That familiar clicking purr rumbled through him and into you, “Mhm, we shall see about that” and before you could even muster up a reply, you felt his weight shift slightly, his hand leaving your waist to travel down your stomach. You shuddered at the feeling of his enticingly rough fingers, looks like he isn’t tired after all.

Biting back a gasp, you felt his fingers slide between your legs, immediately finding the wetness gathering there. He tutted at you from behind, his fingers running through the wetness of your folds “You won’t be easily won over hmm? Your body betrays you my love”. You couldn’t find it in you to quip back at him, instead you leaned into his touch, delicate circles running over your clit.

Over the past few weeks, he had prided himself on learning your body inside and out, and he was a fast learner. He knew how to make you come undone, but most importantly he knew how to get you impossibly close, just on the tip of the edge but unable to fall without his steady push, resulting in you having to ask, sometimes even beg him to give you what he knew you needed.

It seemed that’s exactly what he was doing now, the pressure of his fingers on you was delectable, but not enough, he was going to paw at you until you couldn’t take it anymore. And you were soon getting there, moans spilled from your tongue, but they were high pitched like a whine, he was absolutely torturing you in the best way.

You felt your hips rock to match the rhythm of his fingers, you could hear the wetness throughout the room, and you could hear his response to it. Soft growls met your ears, and soon he decided that this would not situate him either.

You felt his fingers leave you eliciting a whimper, until he shifted so that he was sat further down the bed, turning you to be flat on your back. You knew exactly what was coming, he pushed your knees to your chest, spreading them slightly before admiring the arousal dripping from you, from his doing.

Since he had tasted you that first time on the ship, it appeared that he could not get enough, he would find any excuse to have his mouth on you at any point during the day, and somehow he got better at it every time.

Your fingers interlaced with the furs of his bed and with one look of approval from you, he practically dove down to you, immediately lapping you up like a man starved. You closed your eyes at the feeling, every part of your body suddenly on fire from the feeling of his tongue.

His hands kept your thighs in place as his tongue devoured you, paying special attention to your clit that made your back arch, your legs shake and pulled sounds from deep within your chest. You squirmed beneath him, hips rocking into his greedy mouth, his mandibles ticking at the skin of your thighs.

He licked every inch of you, only stopping to compliment your “sweet pussy”, his insatiable tongue shifting between swirling circles on your clit, to slipping inside of you to taste you further.

Soon you found pleas cascading from your mouth, begging for him not to stop, as if he ever would anyway. He growled at the feeling of you, the taste of you and of course the sound of you. He would do this all day if you let him, he wished you would let him. And finally with one final flick of his tongue, your body was overcome by that familiar white hot feeling of your orgasm.

He continued his work with his tongue as always, until you were desperately trying to move away from the overwhelming sensations.

He sat up to look at you, your chest heaving, body still trembling and fingers intertwined with the furs on his bed, your knuckles practically white from how hard you gripped. He licked all the way up your body, until he reached your neck and gave you a firm nip with his teeth, marking you for anyone to see.

“Tell me hmm? Do you still need some, convincing?” He purred into your neck as he licked the area in which his teeth had sunken in to your soft flesh, there was a playful cockiness to his tone. Almost slightly mocking.

Oh, so that’s how he’s going to play? Game on.

You were absolutely wrecked after that, but as always that feeling of needing him swirled in the pit of your stomach, a twinge of a teasing stubbornness ran through you as you fought against your smile “Well I would say a little more persuasion would work in your favour” you croaked slightly, your voice strained from your excessive moaning “But of course I understand if you don’t have it in you”

He practically shot up from the crook of your neck, his narrowed eyes meeting yours. Those teasing words were brave even for you, but as he stared into your eyes, searching for any sign of submission, instead he found a glint something else, surely you knew here that you were practically challenging him. Oh. So that’s how you were going to be.

He shook his head slightly with an amused rumbling chuckle, “Fine then, have it your way.” And with that his hands gripped your waist again, flipping you on to your stomach with a sharp gasp for you. He had been so gentle with you when you had first met, worried he might break you with your fragile body and delicate nature.

But now he knew you better, his man-handling didn’t frighten you, it turned you on. He reached his hand under you giving your belly a firm tap, you knew what that meant; hips up, legs open. Of course, you obeyed, propping yourself up onto your elbows and knees feeling him shift himself behind you.

He planted a strong hand on your back to hold you in place, you liked that too, him having complete control of your body. He would never take advantage of that control and you knew that, it’s funny, despite his huge stature and predatory nature, you had never felt safer with anyone handling your body.

The sting of the stretch snapped you from your thoughts, eyes scrunching shut as you focused on your breathing easing yourself into the feeling. Despite the fact he was aching for you, as always he waited until you were ready, holding himself still and fighting against his urges to rock himself further into you.

After what felt like an eternity he felt you relax around him, moving your hips backwards until your ass was flush against his pelvis. A low drawn out moan escaped you as you did, and so he began to move. Slowly at first, agonising rolls of his hips into you, your breath hitching every time you felt his tip brush against that sweet spot deep inside you. Then when your moans became slightly higher pitched and more urgent, he quickened his pace.

Soon he was slamming into you with his hands on your waist, you still knew he was holding back, he would have likely bruised your insides had he used his full power. He felt you squeezing his cock and he growled at the feeling, you continued to moan and whimper, murmuring his name and practically begging him to ruin you.

Then just as your legs began to shake, there was a knock at your front door, your whole body froze up as you lifted your head. It was one of the males your mate had been hunting with, you heard him yell something to your mate through the door, but even if you could understand their language, your heartbeat drumming in your ears would have denied you his words anyway.

You went to push yourself up, expecting T’orak to stop to tend to whatever matter had brought his fellow comrade to the door. Instead, you felt a heavy hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you down further so instead of being on your elbows, your chest was completely flat against his bed. He continued moving into you.

You shot a glance at him behind you, before whispering “What are you doing?! He’ll hear us” it was hard to keep your voice down and even harder to keep your moans at bay.

You felt him lean down to brush his mouth against your ear, giving it a teasing lick as he did “So what if he does? Sex is no secret in my culture, I am simply enjoying the presence of my mate, after all I am still to earn your forgiveness for my lack of punctuality am I not?” his tone was playful as ever, slightly strained as he continued fucking you, pushing himself even deeper.

Your hopes that his friend would simply leave were shattered when another knock echoed through your home, your mate let out another amused purr into your ear seeing that you were now focused solely on holding in your moans. Sure by now the whole clan would have known what you and T’orak got up to, you always bore his mark after all, but that didn’t mean you wanted them to hear you.

As if reading your mind, your mate accommodated to you, while also torturing you further. He leaned down so his chest was against your back, never once slowing his hips, the new angle had you seeing stars and feeling light-headed. Just as you feared your moans would slip out, he brought his strong hand to press against your mouth, catching your sweet sounds. Then, to add insult to injury, he brought his other hand under you, sliding down your stomach to your clit, rubbing slow circles into you.

You couldn’t hold back now, your moans high pitched and frantic spilling into his hand, you could feel every inch of him inside you, his fingers on your clit, his tongue and breath against your neck. It was all too much and yet so, so good. You felt your eyes scrunch closed once again, your whole body limp between the bed and him while he fucked himself into you tirelessly. The slight upwards angle of his hips making him brush against you over and over again, right there.

You couldn’t warn him if you wanted to, suddenly you didn’t care how loud you were or who heard you, your whole body trembled and finally you came hard, shuddering around him. He let out a loud groan, your own high edging him towards his own. The knocking had stopped now, his brother either having grown tired of waiting, or catching on to what was happening within your home.

With one last snap of his hips, T’orak bit down on the nap of your neck before you felt him tremble, his cock twitching as he came inside you. He held you there for a moment, filling you up before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you both to fall on your sides, not even bothering to pull himself out of you.

You lay there with him panting, your skin laced in sweat, his tongue soothing the fresh mark on your neck. You felt yourself relax once again, you let out a short breathless laugh, “I think it’s safe to say you are forgiven” your hand reaching back to give an affectionate tug on his dreads.

But just as you readied yourself for the thought of a well earned night sleep, you felt a hand lift one of your thighs as he pushed himself slightly further into you once again, still impossibly hard inside of you. “Hmm, I don’t think I have earned your forgiveness my love” he whispered into your ear before snapping his hips forward once again, “Yet.”

(I’m sorry that this took longer to come out than the others, but I found myself getting too invested in their love story and it ended up being far too long which is why I asked about making this a series. So I decided to trim this down a bit and will continue writing more in different parts, I personally think that reader and T’orak deserve an adorable youngling in the near future ;).I also tried shortening the paragraphs to ease strain on the eyes after a very helpful comment was left on a previous post about this being a potential issue. As always let me know what you think, hope you enjoyed!)

[pricegouge]

cw: being detained, power imbalance, sexual/physical assault MDNI

but what if you were a highborn lady of some sort being held ransom in a foreign land? your station ensures you are still treated well, some dignity left to you in that you're not actually kept in a cell for the crimes of your father. instead you're allowed to roam the grounds, always kept under the watchful eye of the household guard.

they scare you, cruel in ways you didn't know men could be cruel, always pawing at you, testing the limits of what their lord will allow. your virginity still has value, but that doesn't mean they can't strip you when they beat you, let the whole court see your shame if they feel like it.

you hate them, each worse than the last. sirs garrick and mactavish with their deceptively handsome and trusting faces. sir price with his open contempt for the lord's wishes, constantly skirting direct orders just to get you alone, have you crying when he takes you over his knee while he growls about the sin of your blood.

and then there's the ghost. all you ever dare to call him, improper as it is. he scares you the most. big and mean and hateful, with dark eyes set deep behind the hollow sockets of the broken, disfigured skull sewn into his hood. some said it had belonged to his own father, that he'd killed the man himself and wore the evidence of his patricide with pride.

he never bothers to hide his open contempt for the world - for you - either. he leers and snarls by turns, a stray dog unused to court decorum. still, he's shown you some twisted version of relative mercy. there are times you feel almost safe with him, his general hatred and disgust with himself keeping you at least safe from the more unseemly behavior the others subject you to.

though you're not completely naive to the ways of men. not anymore, at least. you know the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, the way it curls heavy and warm around the nape of your neck when you've turned away from him. you think about it when the lord informs you you're to be rather abruptly wed one day, insinuates that one of his loyal guard has earned themselves a reward. you spend your days leading up to the ceremony in an anxious crawl, dreading the sight of the man you know will have asked for you - the only one who seems to have enough decorum to care about the impropriety of it, though that's not what you would have assumed kept him in check if you weren't actively being fitted for a dress, one which had to cost far more than any of the others would have bothered to spend on the likes of you.

but then the day comes and it's not your silent admirer who stands before you, sir john looming instead, feral as a circus bear who'd slipped its chains, and you can't help but regret all the misplaced fear and anxiety you'd been holding for the ghost might frighten you but he'd never hurt you and this one -

this one had barely even started to hurt you

[itertarot]

Random information about your future husband:

Pick an image:

PILE 1:

Your future husband is very likely to be of an air or water sign. There's a lot of air energy in this reading, especially Aquarius and Libra. He is someone with excellent judgment. People may often seek his opinion to evaluate situations and give a verdict on who is right. He takes the time necessary to analyze all sides of a situation before making a decision. He would make an excellent judge or even a lawyer, and he might have a strong interest in social causes. Your future husband is a very attractive person, someone who catches eyes wherever he goes and may be seen as the ideal romantic partner. He is incredibly romantic and loves showing affection. He wants to demonstrate his love through acts of service and gifts, and for some of you, he may even show his love through cooking. In this case, I can clearly see you coming home to find him with a cake or meal already prepared for you.

PILE 2:

Your future husband is not someone easily accessible, he often appears disinterested in almost everyone who tries to capture his attention. He is a highly logical person, which may make him seem cold and distant to others. He has a neutral or expressionless face, making it very hard to tell what he’s thinking or feeling. Your future husband focuses all his energy on creation, dedicating himself to his work, which might have earned him a higher position. He protects himself emotionally to avoid getting hurt and tries to keep people at a distance as much as possible. However, when you come into his life, you will discover his tender and gentle side. Despite being indifferent to most, he will be very affectionate with you, which might surprise you or those who are used to seeing him as robotic.

For some, there may be a connection to Las Vegas.

For some honeymoon in Las Vagas, for others in Italy.

He might even be a bartender, or you will have a significant memory involving coffee, like offering you coffee at work or something.

A few in this pile will like cassinos.

PILE 3:

Here, my pile 3, you are shown as a very grounded woman with strong earth energy. You nurture and care for what is yours, valuing stability and tranquility. You radiate a serene energy and have the ability to build a solid and abundant foundation for your life, possibly even creating generational wealth for some of you. Your future husband, on the other hand, exudes strong fire energy, he’s full of action, determination, and ambition. He goes after what he wants and is fiercely driven to achieve his goals. The two of you complement each other perfectly, balancing each other's strengths and weaknesses to create harmony. For example, if you are very introverted and struggle with communication, his strong social skills will open doors for both of you. In this pile, this relationship will blossom after a difficult period. Someone may initially be closed off to love due to past heartbreaks and will need time to heal. However, when you meet this person, your heart will smile again, filled with hope, optimism, and, most importantly, trust. You will complete each other beautifully. This is a love meant to last a lifetime.

[yoichiin]

the ultimate guide for winning over blue lock men!

a true and trusted manual for winning over the soccer player of your dreams! just follow these simple instructions and your favorite blue lock member will be all over you! (results not tested, use at your own risk.)

includes isagi, bachira, rin, and reo. gn!reader. gratuitous itoshi brothers angst. probably ooc. second person pov.

isagi yoichi is an easy man to win over once you break through the initial barrier. he’s the type to isolate himself from the crowd, not because he necessarily wants to but because he doesn’t feel like he fits in most places. yoichi has learned how to put on a mask to follow the leader, per the japanese way. take the time to reach out and show genuine interest in his likes! his loner persona will come off quick.

it’s best not to come off too forward with yoichi. while it might earn a cute blush on his face, showing your interest so early and boldly might scare him off. it’s all in the little things! a shy touch here or a couple sweet compliments will get him, slowly but surely!

there’s a little more work you need to do to win over sweet meguru. you need to interest him. stand out in some way that’ll get his attention. it helps if you’re also a kind of outcast because it gives you a ground to relate. meguru likes new, intriguing, and exciting, but it’s still best to stay true to yourself. the initial interest is important, but meguru values authenticity.

the biggest thing is getting his trust, as well as keeping it. meguru has a hard time keeping friends because of his personality, but he also can’t change himself. it’s not enough to say his “weirdness” doesn’t matter to you, you should embrace it wholeheartedly. as long as he knows you not just accept him but value him, he’ll do the same in return.

itoshi rin is undoubtedly the hardest one to win over. you’ll have to be persistent! he won’t fall for some hard-to-get nonsense or chase you down in the beginning. you need to be the one to seek him out. as aggressive and emotionless as he may act, his true intent seeps through easily. look into those signs and find what he’s trying to say beyond his words. itoshi rin is cold but he isn’t made of steel. deep down, there’s a kid in him wondering who left his older brother in spain and the man that’s taken his place. 

rin is sensitive, kind, and pure. it’s just a matter of inching it out of the cocoon he’s put himself in. you can’t fix him; that’s something he has to confront himself. but if you can provide a safe space that’ll resemble the peace he felt years ago, it might make it easier.

mikage reo has seen them all: admirers, socialites, modern royalty, and so on. he has to deal with people vying for his attention every day, so you’ve got tough competition. if you really want to win him over, you need to stand out. let him know that you’re different, that you see him beyond the money and status. you don’t have to impress him with anything fancy, just give him something genuine. 

billionaire heir reo might seem unreachable, but that’s what everyone wants you to think. you know there’s more to that “prince charming”, and you’re going to pull it out of him if it’s that’s the last thing you do.

fin.

idea taken from vvallent1ne, who did with genshin characters! check them out!

[theambitiouswoman]

Lesson for the guys: True respect and admiration from a woman can’t be forced or demanded—it’s earned. When a man leads with integrity, kindness, and strength, a woman will naturally feel safe, valued, and respected, creating a bond that feels right and genuine. If a man wants loyalty and devotion, he must embody the qualities that make him deserving of that trust. Respect isn’t something to command; it’s something to inspire through actions that show he values her as much as he values himself.

[globalrebrand]

How long do you think it would take the reader to actually fall in love with Capitano because they're in an arranged marriage? And the other way around

Starting with Capitano!

Capitano will always uphold the values of marriage and will be a model husband. He is an a generous yet pragmatic provider. Capitano will not spoil you, but he will ensure what you have is more than adequate for your needs. However, above all, Capitano is honest and loyal, he will never lie or attempt to deceive you.

At first this ideal husband behavior is more so because he respects the institution of marriage very highly and not necessarily because of who you are, though Capitano makes an effort to get to know you. He questions you about your habits and hobbies and after a while will think about how to cater to them.

Capitano actually has rather high expectations of his spouse. I imagine Capitano was pushed to marry due to his status and position, so he will want a partner who is independent, intelligent and dutiful. He will expect the same level of respect in the union that he is giving to you. The irony is that while he picked these characteristics to get a lover who will not disturb him, Capitano is deeply attracted to diligent, mindful and clever individuals. So as the reader demonstrates these traits, Capitano begins to fall in love with them, but due to their independent nature they aren't be the most receptive to the ways in which Capitano shows love, namely by being over protective and insisting on doing everything together. He's home so seldom that what little free time he has he would prefer to spend with his spouse. This becomes especially apparent the longer you two are together.

As detailed above, Capitano possesses many admirable traits which on paper make him easy to fall for, however this ignores his blunt, keen and sometimes prideful nature which depending on who you are, could rub you the wrong way at first.

He is an acute observer even without you detailing the quotidian goings on of your daily life, Capitano will start to notice and comment. He isn't necessarily critiquing, just seeing and noting. He will casually tell you about yourself which can be incredibly jarring at first, especially if you're unused to being seen by the people in your life. However...when it comes to himself, he doesn't freely offer information which can be frustrating. He wants to expose all of your inner workings, but is very selective when divulging his own. He begins to share more freely when you earn his trust, which builds slower than his actual affections for you. Capitano will come to love you before he fully trusts you. It's just the nature of the fatui that make him so suspicious and not necessarily you. He wants to trust you but years in his position have made it difficult for him to lower his guard.

Basically, Capitano appreciates a partner who is brave, self-sufficent and above all loyal. Devote yourself to him and Capitano will find his feelings changing rather soon into your union. Ultimately it takes maybe 2-3 months for Capitano to fall for the reader.

The reader in A Lady's Secret is incredibly independent and self-sufficient young woman from a modest background who knows what she wants and doesn't require Capitano's support. She is principled, hardworking, and doesn't meddle in Capitano's affairs. In fact she develops a pretty well rounded life outside of their marriage. She has season tickets to the ballet, successfully convinces Capitano to let her have two dogs (large thick furred beasts who can easily takedown wolves) and walks them around the forest to visit their distant neighbors when the winds aren't too cold.

The reader does these activities alone because she assumes that Capitano wouldn't want to join her but when he quietly questions why she doesn't invite him she starts to incorporate him into these activities. Not all of them. Capitano has no interest in visiting the neighbors, but he can be convinced to attend a quiet night at the ballet and walk the dogs in the forest. And the reader while initially worried she'd find that his company dulled her experiences, is delighted to realize that she actually prefers his accompaniment.

They definitely butted heads in the beginning when Capitano demanded that she inform him every time she left the house. She wasn't too keen on her whereabouts being surveilled, as she was used to coming and going as she pleased. Initially he was more flexible about these things but as he began to get attached he assigned her a personal body guard which had her really annoyed with him. This led to an argument where she called "smothering" and he called her "stubborn."

The difficult part for the reader early on is that she's intensely attracted to Capitano so she starts the sexual part of their relationship right away, but her feelings for him are slower to crystalize and Capitano uses this to his advantage. When you're still arguing with him about a security detail, he'll be withholding until you agree to his terms.

For someone as independent as the reader she struggles with Capitano's desire for control over her. He's not possessive per se but he is very very over protective and unfortunately due to his position he has every right to be. She just resents that she doesn't quite feel like his equal when he frets over her like this.

However, as she comes to appreciate his company, she is more permissive of Capitano's particular brand of affection which is demonstrated through ensuring her safety. Once the reader learns to appreciate Capitano's brand of care she falls for him. He is a supportive partner and an excellent listener. He is stoic and gruff but she knows from his actions that he cares for her deeply. I would say it takes the reader about 5-7 months to reciprocate his feelings in earnest.

[rayroseu]

You know what's sick as hell about the design of the Briar Senates??? It's that their design mirrors the weapon of the Draconias 😭✨

I know they're getting flak rn bcs they feel like "boomers who's against any progress because they value toxic tradition" but i don't really think they're like... entirely evil lol or the root of every bad thing that happened in Malleus'/Lilia's life (though im side eyeing them as one of the perpetrators still lol)

Tbh, removing them would also cause more harm (just some social issues inside the fae society tbh) than good imo, (I know many ppl say this bcs they think removing the Senates would make it possible for the peace between human and faes, but the thing is, the Senates aren't the only group that thinks this way, almost the entirety of Briar Valley does lol so forcibly removing them now would only come off as "Malleus forcing "human ideals" on the faes just because he has spent 4 years with the humans"(plus is the understanding between humans and faes truly achieved if you try to silence one group(even if that group is kinda disagreeable with anything human related lol), plus realistically the faes would trust their fellow faes first rather than some humans,

so for me, Briar Senates doesn't give off the vibe of toxic old people who drags others down in their toxic practices (while that can be an accurate description i feel like it generalizes too much about their behaviour), rather than that, Briar Senates feels more like thorns, like thorns that surrounds Briar Valley, they're not exactly harmful unless you go against them, but ultimately they're still protection for Briar Valley.

Which makes it fitting that their design has a similarity with the Draconia's weapon, they're the thorns that protects the Draconias, even if it means sheltering them.

And, tbh, if the Senates other job is to ensure Draconias lives, they're kinda doing a "decent job"??? If we can assume through Maleficia's (and Malleus' case), since we didnt hear about her leaving the Senate's side, she managed to survive for so long, unlike Meleanor😭 Also could explain why they're so enraged when Lilia arrived with the news that Meleanor died and why they hated the weak bcs what would weakness could protect JJDSJD Kinda wish their hatred against Lilia wasnt that he was a weak bat fae, but rather they doubled down on the fact he failed protecting Meleanor, imagine if Gen. Lilia wasnt as great in magic as the fae nobles were, yet he still managed to earn a position beside the Princess, all that hard work only to fail at the most crucial time, it wouldve make sense in the Senates' side to say, "Meleanor shouldnt have appointed him" (because "he's weak from the start")

oh additionally, this is just my assumption, bcs I felt like the way the Senates recoiled when Lilia hatched the egg was kinda... random?? so this is my made up reason lol Remember, the Senates were adamant that Maleficia should only be the one to hatch the egg because she's a Draconia, but Lilia did it and he's not a Draconia, What if because Lilia hatched the egg, it also affected the development of Malleus?? Like maybe for instance, it affected Malleus' lifespan, maybe he still lives more than one thousand years but he won't live for another thousand years like a pure Draconia because he's been hatched by Lilia as opposed to who they wanted it to be, which is Maleficia, OF COURSE Lilia hatching the egg is heaps better than Malleus dying before being born, but this is just my auto thoughts regarding the random hate reaction the Senates did when Lilia hatched Malleus lol

Interestingly, the placement of the stone of Draconia against the thorns (of the Senates) can also be hinted at their relationship with them??? In Meleanor's case, her stone is on top of the thorns, which may indicate that she's not under the Senate's commands or that its just telling she just lived distantly from the Senates, most importantly her stone is bigger than the thorns which may tell the fact that the Senates worships her because she's powerful and greater than them, and she's not someone who can be trapped/ordered around within the Senates. But, tragically, in Malleus' case, his stone is under the thorns, like its telling that he's under the Senates protection at all cost and his stone is little compared to Meleanor's because he's still young.

I also have a theory that the Senates are part of Briar Valley's land, like its been canonically said that they're the dead faes of Briarland, which makes think that their death is similar to the death of Conall from Maleficent 2, when Conall was buried, his body literally morphed to the land, which makes me think this is how the Senates used to be buried, when they die, they become one with the land, that's why you can't just remove them, when they are literally the Lands of Briar Valley,,,, get it lol

Though this is making me think that if this is the case then Maleficia's city,,, if the Senate's presence are the strongest there bcs that's where they're nearly buried, does that mean around Black Scale Castle is just lowkey a graveyard.... Is that why Halloween is special for Briar Valley bcs they have close ties/respect for the dead and Halloween is essentially about honoring the dead 😭✨

Off topic, but maybe the thorns part of the Draconia's staff may also tell about their age. Notice how Meleanor's staff has 3 twists which may tell that she's atleast 300~ years old, (if each twists signifies a century), while Malleus' staff only has one twist on its thorns which is accurate considering he's only 178 years old (one century).

If this is true, I'm kinda curious about Maleficia's staff... does that mean hers will be convered in thorns (she needs at least 7 twists (7 centuries~ and more) there on her staff 😭✨)

[sylus-doll]

Synopsis: There is more than meets the eye about Sylus's wealth. Despite working so hard to build his empire, Onychinus, the money doesn't truly matter to him. You, do.

Warnings: Talk of Sylus's dirty money, mentions of blood and corpses.

Author's note: Are you normal or do you also constantly think about whether Sylus built up this life of crime because it's what he knew and did with MC in their past life. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. <3

Sylus's wealth is... Unfathomable. Not to him, but to an ordinary person's eyes. He doubts that anyone could truly calculate just how much value he has in his base alone. Beyond that, he still has other properties, armories, multiple business ventures that all earn him more than Sylus himself could bother to count. Money is a frivolous matter for him— a person could steal from him twice a day and it would not make a dent in his bank. To insinuate that he is poor is a direct insult to him.

Most, if not all, of his money is earned through underhanded methods. Sylus is no fool. He understands that this is considered blood money, and he will not deny it. An arms dealer cannot do business without arming themself and using it whenever necessary. It is messy and dirty and even if he tries to claw his way out, he would fail from being far too deep in the pools of blood left in the wake of his destruction. Yet he still sits on his throne of corpses and sin; an unyielding sovereign.

Although... Can you really blame him for it? Conquering worlds and garnering these riches are all he knows. An instinct of his draconic nature which had followed him from the previous life to this one. Sylus hoards because he must have everything deemed worthy of being a part of his treasure and he will not accept anything less than desirable. This just so happens to apply to you, as well. For all his greed, he is generous for you. Why wouldn't he be, if everything he has done is all for you?

Sylus has all the material pleasure one could ever want or need for because it is all he had known before and with you. He reminisces about the days when you two were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. What you had was an era of justified vengeance and desperate survival. During which he lived to provide for you all your heart's desire. Even tempting you towards more— indulgence of hedonism dripping off his tongue for you to simply take what you want if you were told that you cannot have it.

In this life, where he does not appear to be a fiend or monster, he chooses to be. Sylus builds a new empire on blood and bones to recreate what you once had. Things that you would— should— be familiar with. He'd continue this road of greed and he will hold out his arm for you to hold if this was what you wanted again. Sword and shield; made for each other and incomplete when one is missing. You will face the war of life as kindred spirits.

Or at least, that was what he had hoped for. But Lady Luck never picked his side from the beginning, did she? No deity ever did. Carmine eyes bore into your own ones. His, donned a mask of anger. Yours are bereft of the blaze he once knew. You did not remember him, and his heart is pierced a thousand times worse than the gunshot imitating a phantom of a claymore. Both of you are anguished for different reasons more intertwined than you'd realize.

This is fine, he thinks. A miscalculation, a new obstacle, nothing new to Sylus. He should have anticipated this at the very least. Took precautionary measures, made contingency plans. In hindsight, his greed and desire to be with you again had momentarily blinded him. If rebuilding from the ground up is what he must do, he'll labor for years to earn your trust. He'll learn what put out the fire and caused your eyes to be so dull; he'll destroy it. After all, Sylus is a relentless conqueror. This time, however, he will let you choose when your heart wants him as its sovereign.

[wilwheaton]

Mr. Trump has shown a character unworthy of the responsibilities of the presidency. He has demonstrated an utter lack of respect for the Constitution, the rule of law and the American people. Instead of a cogent vision for the country’s future, Mr. Trump is animated by a thirst for political power: to use the levers of government to advance his interests, satisfy his impulses and exact retribution against those who he thinks have wronged him. He is, quite simply, unfit to lead. The Democrats are rightly engaged in their own debate about whether President Biden is the right person to carry the party’s nomination into the election, given widespread concerns among voters about his age-related fitness. This debate is so intense because of legitimate concerns that Mr. Trump may present a danger to the country, its strength, security and national character — and that a compelling Democratic alternative is the only thing that would prevent his return to power. It is a national tragedy that the Republicans have failed to have a similar debate about the manifest moral and temperamental unfitness of their standard-bearer, instead setting aside their longstanding values, closing ranks and choosing to overlook what those who worked most closely with the former president have described as his systematic dishonesty, corruption, cruelty and incompetence. That task now falls to the American people. We urge voters to see the dangers of a second Trump term clearly and to reject it. The stakes and significance of the presidency demand a person who has essential qualities and values to earn our trust, and on each one, Donald Trump fails.

Donald Trump Is Unfit for a Second Term

[pigeonpeach]

Yandere sex shit

Cw: fem reader, pregnancy risk, degradation, dubious consent for some, somnophillia, breeding, women with dicks, might be mildly misogynistic in arlecchino’s but idk if it really counts as that.

Characters included: Diluc, Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Yelan, and Pantalone

“I can’t stop…” his voice was like a growl almost. You raised your head, your body felt sore as you took in the scenery and the position you had been forced in. You were on your side, leg hitched onto his shoulder.Diluc must’ve come home late while you were already asleep. The fact your nightgown had been hitched, your panties pushed aside, and your womb had been filled was enough to incriminate him yes. But it wasn’t like you could leave this olace anyways. As his pace resumed the chains on your hands clanked slightly. You hated how you still had to be chained to this day. You had been so good and yet his staff still doesn’t trust you. Or is it their way of offering you as a sacrifice to him, leaving you defenseless so he can have his way. Although initially you were numb to all pleasure, your mind sleepy snd still processing everything. You suddenly gasped as you felt him knock against your g-spot. Your arms thrashed, the chains clanked and jingled.

“You feel like so good.” He commented,”Haah… fuck If you squeeze me like that… oh… fuck.. shit I’m going to cum.” Your eyes widened as you looked down. Unable to communicate your concerns as you realized you had no form of birth control here. Nor was he wearing a condom. But it felt so good you didn’t want to stop deep down. The previous rounds sloshed inside yourself as you couldn’t help but spread your legs s little more. Your sensibility actively fucked out of you.

You just had to hope you weren’t ovulating

“Please~~~!” You whined. The vibrations of the toy inside had been edging you for so long now. Each time you would get close to release Arlecchino would pull it out making you squirm desperately. You had tried to escape recently, growing a bit paranoid after being here for so long against your will. But after what must’ve been hours of orgasm denial the torture session’ had turned you into what you would later regret. But currently you were dumb and horny and really just wanted to cum already.

“You haven’t earned it. Disobedient wives to be don’t try to escape in the middle of then night now do they? You’re a bad little fiancé and therefore you need be punished until you’re absolutely sorry.” She growled into your ear. You whined as she pulled it out once more.

“N-no no I’ll be good i promise! I promise I’ll be good!” You whined desperately. Your hips chased the toy to no avail. You heard her belt unbuckling. You looked down to see a rather impressive cock. You were to out of it to think about how she wasn’t reaching for a condom or any form of protection.

“You promise? As if that has any value.” She smacked your face with her cock. “Don’t just stare at it, be a good little whore for me and I’ll consider letting you cum.” You gulped but quickly pressed your lips to it as she quickly forced it in. Your sounds of surprise were muffled as she quickly settled her own pace.

“A useless little whore. Am i the first to defile this little mouth? Will I be the first to deflower you?~” she grasped your hair like a leash. Forcing you up and down until suddenly pulling out.

“W-wha-“ you whined as she suddenly flipped you over.

“I need to know how pure my beloved little fiancé is.” She responded with immediately sinking her cock into your pussy. You whined as you felt absolutely heavenly. Squirming as she established a brutal pace. “You’re tight, even after all that foreplay… fuck… i need to defile you, make you my whore and only mine. I’ll turn your body into my little cumdump!” You gagged from the ferocity of her thrusts. You tried to say something but it came out in stutters and mumbles. She seemed to understand it somehow. “You’re going to cum? Good. I want to feel you cum on my cock again and again until I fill your womb with my seed.”

“The Iudex is… currently in heat.. miss please do consider your position on your marital responsibilities!” The maids pleaded with you. The Iudex, the hydro dragon was currently in heat but hadn’t the heart to make you accompany him during it. You turned your head away. You could care less if your captor was suffering, it hardly would be as painful ad you felt just being here. “Please its been absolutely torrential rains!” The maids pleads ment nothing.

“I don’t care. Now where is that tea I ordered?” Normally you would be polite and respectful of service workers. But considering who they were working for and what their intentions were you really couldn’t give s fuck if you made them cry. What you didn’t know was in that tea they begrudgingly brought out was a aphrodisiac.

“My love… they said you weren’t feeling well…” His hands traced over your face. You didn’t really know where he came from just that he emerged from hiding to help you. You were certain those maids had some role in your current predicament, but also you were too horny to care. Your body felt firey and hot and you needed him more than ever. He opened his mouth to lick at your sweat as his hands reached down below your nightgown.

“Just… get it over with..” you whined, trying to maintain some defiance. It was humiliating sure but… oh you couldn’t help but fall apart as his finger entered inside. His cold hands making you clamp onto him tightly.

“So.. warm.. fuck.. you’re fertile too.. i can taste it in your sweat.” He purred. “I won’t be able to control myself. Please pardon me.”

“Ne-neu-neuvillette!” You whined as he slammed every inch of his cock into your sopping wet little cunt. His hands pinning you down as you squirmed mindlessly. All resistance long drawn out as you had been fingered through three orgasms until now. You were practically his little bitch now. Unable to think straight.

“You’re so tight for me… fuck I can’t… i need to breed you my love.” You gasped at his words but couldn’t respond as he started to fuck you at a brutal and unrelenting pace. His cock dragging against your insides only to slam back in. “So good for me. So good…” his whines turned you on more than you would like. But who could blame you when his cock was just so thick and reached all the right places, his voice bordered on a purr as you were held in a mating press unable to stop or resist as his cock bulldozed any thoughts out of your head. The aphrodisiac making you into a fine slut.

“Cum inside! Please!” You begged instinctively. Your body wishing to be fertilized and impregnated beyond your senses. You needed him in this moment more than anything.

“Fuck… can’t.. stop… ugh!” He groaned loudly as he came, his seed flooding your womb as you whined in release. He paused briefly before resuming his pace. “I’m going go knock you up, maybe then you’ll finally be a obedient little slut for me”

“You’re such a bad liar you know. I wonder what your god would think if she saw one of her top soldiers bouncing like this.” Yelan was simply smarter than you, a simple Fatui agent. But you really couldn’t resist. Her charisma was irresistible. Her voice itself was aphrodisiac that made you buck your hips.

Pantalone would no doubt be utterly disgusted if he saw you now. Although he’d likely be more disgusted that you were bottoming than your sexual orientation. But the chances of you ever returning now were low. You had a feeling this encounter would leave you in her grasp forever based on that possessive stare she held. “Fuck… you’re such a good slut. I don’t know how you haven’t been taken by that harbinger yet, although he already doesn’t have good tastes in fashion, he must’ve been blind to your true potential~”

“N-noooo… ah~”

“No? You aren’t a good slut? I beg to differ. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun interrogating any of the other agents before. You certainly are a catch.” She purred. You tensed up at the idea that your colleagues may have similarly found themselves in your position. “Don’t worry, you’re the first I’ve done this too. I just couldn’t resist the way your uniform looked on you. You’re always so well dressed. Maybe I should steal your clothes and send you back to him nude?”

“N-no!” You gasped, blushing more than you should’ve. She winced as you clenched on her.

“I’m only teasing now. I have absolutely no intentions of letting you go back at all.” She grinned like a cat as she suddenly held your hips down, forcing you to feel her deep inside. You flinched and squirmed. Desperately trying to get off or finish. “Look me in my eyes now.” You hesitated before eventually obliging. Your hands bound tightly in some artistic pattern behind, your legs sore and exhausted. You were used to the point of exhaustion, a normal sensation but not in the sexual sense. You thought if you could break your restraints now and gain some freedom you could make a escape now, you would just have to cover your torn tights that left your cunt exposed- “I know what you’re thinking. You’ve already tried to break those restraints and you haven’t succeeded yet. Why would you even want to go back anyways?” Her hands pushed your thighs so you were on your back, legs in the air, you tried to kick at her with what little sense and strength you had. But she grabbed it with amusement.

“I’m not letting you leave. I think of all those nick-knacks I’ve taken from that harbinger you’ve certainly been my favorite. I don’t care what he tries, you are going to be mine. Even if I have to melt your mind myself. I’ll happily train you to be a good little slut~”.

“I-i didn’t mean anything sir I was just trying to be polite to her!” You whined. You were simply his secretary. Used to handling and recieving guest when he was busy. Apparently Signora had a bone to pick with the Regrator, some drama you weren’t aware of and she decided to… make him jealous? You hadn’t even known of his feelings. Despite his smile he is hardly expressive minus when he’s angry. What were you supposed to do other than abide by her advances! She was a harbinger afterall!

“I don’t care about that. I don’t care if that manual didn’t specify or told you what. You are mine.” Pantalone was certainly pissed now. His eyes revealing a unnatural and omitting a possessive aura. You felt like a mouse in the clutches of a cat. You hadn’t even been stripped yet as he had simply thrown you onto his desk. He towered above you as his hand trailed up your skirt, which was now pushed up to expose you. “You are my secretary. And I swear if I have to lock you up in some room in my mansion I will gladly do so. I don’t care if some harbinger catches your fancy or whatever prior commitments you have. You will henceforth be considered mine both in mind and body.”

“I-I didn’t know that you considered me in su-AH!” You squeaked as he tore your tights. Those tights weren’t the fragile type either, special made and lined with thicker fabrics to help insulate in the typical blizzards you would encounter leaving the office.

“It doesn’t matter now…. You’re practically leaking right now. You tremble and shake but your body is as ripe as a peach. I wonder if you’ve dreamed of this scenario before…” his voice grew more assertive. “Or maybe you were thinking of that woman instead. Hoping she’d be the one to see this perhaps?”

“N-no! No sir!” You shivered. Your legs trembled as you were utterly lost on where to go from here. You couldn’t escape and you hadn’t ever fucked your boss before so this was a quite the adjustment. A shiver ran up your spine as you suddenly felt his lips latch onto your dripping cunt. Your hand reached to cover your face from embarrassment. Trying to stay still as if it wasn’t already to late. What made you even more embarrassed was the sounds he was making. The sensations and pleasure you felt was in your veins but the sounds of wet smacks and slurping could be heard potentially out of his office. You knew they hadn’t finished soundproofing it. Anyone passing by would hear it. Your hand suddenly was tugged away.

“Don’t muffle your sounds now. You were oh so chatty just a few seconds ago. So go on, scream, cry, beg I don’t care. The louder you are, then the better other people will hear you.”

“Bu-but that’s p-mmmmm!” You bit your lip as a finger suddenly entered. You didn’t even notice the rings had been removed.

“Go on. Let everyone in this building know your mine!” He growled as he began to finger you more aggressively. The tips of his fingers still clothed by his gloves, reached your g-spot making you yelp and squeal. “I’ll make sure you never go unmarked again. You aren’t going to leave this office or my presence until I’m thoroughly satisfied.”

[critifan-666]

People don't hate Catra & Stolas because they're lgbt.

People hate Catra, because the narrative is saying "abuse is ok. Abuse is love. A harmful person who does nothing but harm gets to come out on top and find happiness anyway. She doesn't deserve it. She didn't earn it. But she still gets it! Isn't she good and redeemed now?"

People hate Stolas, because the narrative is saying "abuse is ok. Actually, he never did any of it; he thinks it's love. We think it is, too. And he just, well, gets to have it! Isn't our abuser cute little guy so cute and precious? Oh also, he's redeemed now."

One thing in common: A story changing gears to completely revolve around a villain who "isn't really that bad", or just wanted happiness. Their sad backstory becomes the excuse, and an abused love interest becomes the justification. Which points to something even worse. The ignorance, and possibly even the values, the writer themself holds.

If you're trying to rationalize and turn abuse into something totally positive in fiction, who's to say you don't practice those exact values in your real life? Who's to say this isn't how you actually view queer love and abusers who just happen to be queer? It just gets excused because they had a sad life and want a boyfriend?

To me, all either character says is, "Abuse can't happen to queer people. And if it does, no it doesn't. Now ignore the depictions of a real life abuser and ship the gay ship already." It's the injustice, the betrayal of the viewer's trust, and a lie so many have been convinced is true. It's the depictions of real life abusers we've all run into before.

Catra and Stolas could've been the greatest characters ever, if the writers didn't lie to themselves about who they've written and the very real people they are depicting. Forget the fact that both have nonsense, loveless, chemistryless relationships that only get rooted for out of being LGBT. Sorry but sprinkling on a little gayness won't cover up the fact that they abuse their own partners & then cry about it (when their partners are ever granted the agency to retaliate).

The better version of both stories would be if the writers weren't strangely fixated on making the villain the suddenly flawless, precious main character. If it stuck to it's themes, if it had any sort of message to say other than "queer love".

I mean, who knew abuser x victim was just that revolutionary? All you gotta do is gay-ify it, and now it's basically the greatest cutest relationship ever! Forget that Stolas coerced Blitz then blamed him for not loving him back (and consequently the narrative), forget that Catra hated Adora so much that she'd smile seeing her "girlfriend" dead, forget that both of them should've been killed off like any ol' Disney villain, becaaaaauuuse Gay Saves The Day!

It might be fiction... but it is just so weird, so fascinating, and such a striking pattern to see in modern writing such as this. The need to redeem everyone, to prioritize making real-life abusers the good guy... Many stories push forward some main idea, theme, or message, and fiction clearly impacts reality. Is Helluva Boss, or SPOP, trying to say something good here?

That's all I can wonder.

[mannequinreligi0n]

Spectacle

you’re the demon king’s personal pet - how fun !

pairing: urizen x reader (afab)

wc: 1.5k

warnings: NSFW!! - oral (female receiving), penetration, tentacles

notes: it’s 2am. i don’t know what possessed me to write this . sorry for not posting more, depression sux .

The generals of the war council tried to remain focused as Urizen relayed plans of attack, but every rattle of your leash made their eyes fall back to the crescent-shaped form in Urizen’s lap. Small breaths puffed from your curled body as you snoozed like a house cat, occasionally shifting or stretching out across the demon king. Your special treatment wasn’t lost on the generals, unsure how a mere pet could earn such a right to be doted on by their lord. But even so, any objection or off-handed comment was met with merciless punishment - disrespect was not tolerated in the slightest.

“I seem to bore you,” Urizen rumbles out in a deep, melodic tone, vowels reverberating off the dome overhead the throne room. “Do my words hold such little value to my sworn disciples?”

A chorus of objections stumble out of the generals, harmonies of ‘no, my king’s and ‘forgive me’s, the brute demons pleading for mercy. Urizen’s pairs of eyes flicker around the table with a thoughtful growl, casting judgement. Cutting the council meeting short was not in his best interest, but it was clear by the wandering eyes that little would be accomplished today anyways. Waving his hand, the orbs lighting the table and the outlaid plans are snuffed out, leaving the room in a monochromatic red hue from the living walls.

“Time is not a luxury I have, and you cretin have purloined enough of it. Leave us,” Urizen narrows his eyes at the group, sharp teeth casting long shadows down his jaw. “-and remember my clemency today, as it will be the last time.”

The demons remain frozen in their seats, fear chilling through their spines, until another growl rattles Urizen’s throat. They scurry out of their chairs, filing quickly out the double doors. As soon as they click shut and only the two remain, Urizen lowers his chin to his chest and peers down at you with his main set of eyes. Met with your own awake, albeit sleepy, pair, he lets out a metallic chuckle, a scaly knuckle grazing over your cheek.

“Did I wake you, my little inamorata?”

“No, I was enjoying the show,” you stretch out your weary limbs over the span of his thighs, a small smile gracing your face. With a yawn and jingle of your collar, you sit up on your knees in his lap, your frame nearly a fifth of his.

Urizen hums lowly, the large finger near your face lowering to your collar. A single talon tugs on the binding, admiring the way the leather fits snugly around your delicate throat. Objectively, it was a symbol of servitude, but to him, it was so much more. Ownership, trust, companionship. Even the king of the underworld needed a confidant, a reprieve from the tireless demands of ruling.

“The show?” He chuckles softly, fangs twisting upwards into as much of a grin as he can muster. “Idiocy can be quite entertaining, yes…but you, you are the true spectacle.”

A tendril slithers from behind him, stalking toward your arm. It slides up and around your limb with a gentle squeeze, an uncharacteristic gentleness in the touch. You giggle and squirm a little under the attention, gently tugging away from the root.

“You flatter me, my king,” you answer, meeting the gaze with an eye on his abdomen before flickering up to his face. With a tug, Urizen pulls you to lay back down in his lap, sprawling you out. A second tentacle winds itself slowly up a leg, the smooth stone-like flesh gliding across your skin.

“Shall I flatter you more, little lamb?”

Urizen’s chest shakes with an almost mirthful laugh, watching you try and weasel away from his hold. The tendril around your leg slithers under the cloth of the robe covering you, brushing between the heated folds tucked between your legs. With a shaky sigh, your eyelids flutter as your back arches away from his leg. Taking it as a sign to continue, his tentacle prods the tip at your already excited entrance, feeling you throb at the smallest stimulation. A whimper leaves your mouth and you force your eyes back open enough to lock onto a pair lining his navel.

“Please, my lord..” you murmur quietly, hips jutting toward the tentacle with impatience.

Urizen bows his head to get a better look at you from above, taking in the picture of you begging and writhing for him. Time has made him soft, unable to leave you unfulfilled for too long. Something about how easily you gave into his every whim and need made him feel more revered and powerful than any of his loyal devotees did. Urizen could smite a demon without a single thought, crush a skull with a flick of his wrist - and yet, nothing felt as rewarding as retiring for the day and escaping to his chambers to see you.

The squelching sound of wet flesh invades the throne room as his tentacle pushes into your hole. Slicked with your arousal, the tendril curls into your cunt with repeated pulses, grazing your g-spot in a rhythmic pattern. The other lone tentacle coils around your torso to hold you still, the end of it stuffing itself into your agape mouth to muffle your mewls of pleasure. Drool leaks from the corners of your lips, hips humping into the tentacle, addicted to the feeling of being filled and used.

“Such a distraction you are, and yet, I indulge you…How benevolent of me,” Urizen muses, every eye on him fixated on your defiled form. There was a sense of pride blooming in his chest from how easily you gave into him and his whims. Not a protest to be heard. “How many strings of yours can I pluck until you unravel completely, hm?”

You try to sniff down more air as the tentacle around you tightens and bunts into the back of your throat, making you gag and desperate for air. Despite the minor challenge of breathing, you relent to his ministrations, walls pulsating around the tentacle widening your slit. With a muffled groan, you feel your clit swell and twitch with the threat of orgasm, needing to satiate the frenzied want rampaging through your cells. Urizen, fluent in your body language, knows you’re close and withdraws both tentacles from you, leaving you whining like a beaten dog as your hips rut into the air. A perverse but joyous laugh shakes Urizen, the roots binding around your wrists while two more spring from him and mimic the motions on your legs. Flailing you, he hoists your stretched hole up to his face, your face dangling beneath midair.

“To think I went so long without you…,” Urizen cuts himself off as he licks a long stripe between your legs, the textured, glistening tongue eliciting a shiver and lame moan from you. Your reaction makes him chuckle again and sharp teeth separate further to bring your lower half nearly inside his mouth, the large tongue flattening against your drenched heat. A wave of fear turns your stomach as you dangle before him, getting a good look at the fangs a little too close to your fragile skin. You’d seen him plenty, but it was still sobering to remember how truly terrifying he truly was. Even so, you knew that if Urizen did want to eat you, he wouldn’t have bothered making you come first.

Grooves along his demonic tongue slide up and down your folds, making your clit perk up and throb from the attention. You whimper out his name pathetically, legs twitching against the hold of the tentacles. It’s only half a minute before you give in, cries of pleasure bouncing off the throne room walls and right into Urizen’s ears. He laps up the stream of release from your hole, a steady purr vibrating his chest as the divine nectar coats his tastebuds. An eye near his shoulder catches the sight of tears falling from your face and he recognizes it as your sign of overstimulation. With one more rough kitten lick, he pulls his head back to nibble gently on your inner thigh. Using great restraint, Urizen leaves a faint bite mark on the supple flesh - only enough to barely break the skin and not cause any real harm. He retreats entirely and the tentacles flip you to face him upright, the roots slithering to support your lower and mid section. Panting and wiping tears away with your released hands, you manage to stutter out semi-coherent words.

“Thank-…Thank you, Uri, my king…so gracious..”

“Save your tears, sweet lamb,” The pad of his large thumb brushes away at a wet eye, fangs shining in the dim light of the room into a smile. “,for you will need them when I fill your womb later.”