#donna x valerius

[bottomvalerius]

Guy with autism whose special interest is their wife -> their wife

This post grabbed me by the throat and I needed to draw my silly guys (gnc)

[consul-valerius]

“The consul will see you in just a—“

*loud, discordant moaning*

“—moment.”

Truly head empty, I just needed to do something dumb and horny with Donna :3

[consul-valerius]

“You look so cute when you’re trying to play cool.” // “Buh—Be quiet and don’t stop—!”

LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN!!! Tumblr may nuke this again BUT Now im fueled by spite to post this LOL Getting back into the smut generating mood; I’ve been cranking away at Kinktober for months now (lol life just worked out that way huh), but have done little digitally for a bit. Valerius gave me loads of trouble, but I think I’m content with this for now :3

[consul-valerius]

“You’re much too good to me, beloved.”

“And you’re much too pretty for your own good, darling.”

no thoughts, I just needed to draw Valerius pretty and whoreish like god intended 😌😌😌😌 I had a lot of fun messy around with the shading here, and I’m particularly proud of his face here (I’m pretty bad at drawing Valerius despite being a Valerius stan, so a win is a win LMFAO)

Lovingly renders your gilded nipples 😤😤😤

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E2 valdonna pleek 🙏

Kissy Kissy Prompts💖

When your partner is in a silly goofy mood, which means you get magic upside down kisses 😌💕 difhgfdh thank you, this was very fun to do 😭💕

[consul-valerius]

*narrator voice* Their attitude did not, in fact, last

Sometimes I need a disciplinarian Valerius to add some variety in my life LMFAOO and I’ve been looking at A LOT of vintage porn these days and feeling very very inspired 😌 so I could not resist this foot rope bondage pose, and considering Valerius has a totally canon foot fetish, I thought it would be fun to torture Don Don a bit lmfao (it’s good for their health!!!!!)

Full pic undercut; MINORS DNI🔪 🔪 🔪 content warning for um feet, implied spanking/punishment :3c

In all honesty, they prefer getting their feet tortured by a crop as opposed to being made to wear high heels LMAO and they know Valerius will kiss them better when he’s done 😌💕 he attack then he kiss kiss

[consul-valerius]

Apprenticember Day Two: Idiots in Love

Who is their LI? What’s their relationship like?

Not surprising at all, Donna's main love interest is..... Valerius !✨ The snobbiest, prettiest bitch in Vesuvia lmao Donna was always designed to be a Valerius main, and while some other ships take over my brain, they will always be the end result for me lol

I write both Donna and Valerius as being poly, and they have a very open relationship. Diverging a bit from the game in some ways, Donna knew Valerius prior to the game's events and had been in a relationship with him for a few years prior (don't ask me specifics on timelines--I don't know besties LOL). They initially began dating when Valerius (poorly) disguised himself as a commoner and happened on Donna by chance. Sparks erupted during a very intense palm reading, and what was supposed to be a casual fling eventually evolved into a long-term and serious relationship for them.

They both grew A LOT together pre-plague; Donna really helped break down a lot of Valerius's archaic views and motivated him to be more active in his work, and Valerius really pushed Donna to think of themself and their needs first and fight for things they want in their life. While they outwardly seem to be very opposite of one another, they've always been very dedicated to one another and pulling out the best in one another.

Donna brings a sense of spontaneity and excitement to Valerius's life while Valerius brings a calming, reassuring presence to theirs :') They definitely have their moments, and they've had to trial and error their communication skills A LOT, but at the end of the day, they're it for each other lol

A lot of this does wind up getting nuked due to Donna's death; both their memories and Valerius's memories of them are gone when they are resurrected. That means they wind up redoing most of their relationship during the game's events and after. They like to joke that they were ~fated~ due to them repeating their relationship twice essentially lol and they also eventually settle down and have one notorious problem child too ;P

In some continuities, their endgame also involves Nadia! They both care for and adore her as much as she does with them, and their lives are already very intermingled (both pre and post-game events). Donna also is very close (very VERY close hint hint lol) with a few other LIs & courtiers (will expand later) and they are no stranger to smooching another OC lmao

TL;DR: They're queer, they're poly, and they just want to settle down and keep their family together lmao :'))

[consul-valerius]

“See what happens when you swallow your pride and ask for help, consul? Now we have such a pretty platter to use 🖤”

this one is truly an exercise in visual storytelling lmao and solidified that Val & Sam’s cheesy ship name would be something like “Whiskey & Wine” ;P but day 2 of Donna getting got, this time with implied rich bastards off camera lmfao

Full undercut for one NB nipple, more explicit bondage, and French nails most definitely done by Valerius lmfao Minors DNI 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

I’ve been looking for an excuse to do a novelty pearl ball gag, and now just. Felt like the time to do it I guess LMAOO anyway happy Sunday and Halloween-eve, I may have something else up my sleeve this weekend depending on how my brain works 👀👀😌😌

[bottomvalerius]

donna: what's wrong, honey? you haven't touched your peepswine

valerius: (audibly sobbing)

IM SCREAMING LMFAO

they're just looking at him and breathing heavy as fuck like this:

He would try to smell it and instantly run away from them dihfgifdhg

[consul-valerius]

To Fuck Around is Human; To Find Out is Divine (1/4)

It just wasn’t fair ; it wasn’t fair that Sam always got what he wanted, and Valerius always ended up like this . And it wasn’t fair that he loved ending up like this—it just made Sam cheekier, more boastful. […]“Pretty soon you’re going to be thanking me, boy,” Sam whispered in a low growl. These next words were for Valerius and only Valerius. The attention alone had him on cloud nine—how pathetic . “You can cry and pout all you want—you and I both know how this story ends: with you begging daddy for more .”

Valerius attempts to dominate The Duke of Pearl Isles, which goes just as well as was expected. But with his spouse's help, can he for once turn the tables on him? Or will all three fall back into their usual roles?

Rating: 18+ minors DNI or I’m gonna eat your homework

WC: 5728 (im sorry…… my brain exploded)

Characters and relationships: Valerius, Sam, Lucio, brief DonDon, and two nameless OCs; primary Valerius/Sam but background Sam/Lucio and Valucio (and obvious ValDonna)

Content warnings: established Dom/Sub dynamics; non-consensual/dubiously-consensual spankings (did I just make up a word lol); punishments; light bondage; humiliation & degradation; daddy dom, Valerius’s canon foot fetish

A/N: its whack a doodle time. It is whack a doodle. Time. LOL I got my dick back in force and now I’m going to just dedicate time to doing self indulgent smut of these three LMFAO I can’t say there’s NO plot, but this is just a silly little blip in time for them that is vaguely post-game/whatever AU the tales take place in :’)

Preview undercut—full fic linked in the title✨

“Enlighten me, consul,” Sam was practically growling now, teasing a strand of Valerius’s bangs between two gloved fingers. “Seeing as you are suddenly the expert on discipline , what’s the proper way to teach a man like me some manners?”

Sam was clearly baiting him; everyone knew it, most of all Valerius. But he was giving him an out too: if he apologized, tail between his legs, Sam would let it all go. If it was really pretty, maybe he would even invite Valerius onto his lap next—he would have Valerius do something extra special to apologize.

On his lap next to Lucio—Lucio, whose eyes were glued to every move Valerius made, those eyes moving quickly to capture every breath, every small shudder. Valerius sucked in air through his nose, bracing himself to apologize. He wasn’t sure why he had looked to Lucio—normally he could turn to Donna for some visual reassurance.

Instead, Lucio quirked his brow at him, a wicked smile on his face as he tilted his chin up at Valerius.

You don’t have the balls.

“Well, obviously a spanking would be in order.”

Valerius tried not to jump at the ruckus he had caused. The two women tried to stifle their chuckles; Lucio chose to laugh and giggle openly, even so much as to kick his legs too. Sam’s eyes snapped to him for a moment before zeroing in on Valerius. Before Valerius could take the words back, Sam was laughing next, loud and hysterical.

“And just who would be able to do that to me, hm?”

This was bad. This was bad, and Valerius needed to stop.

“Oh, I can name quite a few I’ve seen firsthand tanning your hide—”

Sam was going to kill him. He was digging his own grave.

“My spouse, of course, being one of them.”

But how could he stop when Lucio looked so thrilled? Looked so impressed by him , not Sam, not even Nadia.

Sam’s eyes widened; it only made his forced smile all the scarier.

“Ah, I see ,” Sam chuckled, his voice too sweet. “Gonna run and tell on me like you always do? Gonna go tell mommy that daddy’s being a big ol’ meanie?”

Valerius felt his stomach drop, his face instantly igniting. Damn him . Damn him for saying that in front of those women—they would get the wrong idea, that he was really into all of that. Really, it was for Donna. And for Sam. And it made him happy to make them happy, it wasn’t that he was into it—

“Does it look like I’m running ? Are your eyes just as bad as your decorum?”

Sam sucked in a breath, practically hissing as he tilted his head down at Valerius. Valerius swallowed, his eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh? You gonna do it then, Valerius?” Sam took another step forward. Valerius took a step back. “You gonna put me in my place?”

Valerius felt like his brain was turning off, that he could will his soul from his body at this very moment. Lucio’s small giggle broke him out of his stupor.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“And you simply just never felt the urge? With how ill-mannered and barbaric I am, you’ve just always so happened to let me throw you over my knee?”

“I said if I wanted to—”

“Seems like you wana now.”

“Well, perhaps I do “wan-ah” —!”

“ Perfect!I”

[bottomvalerius]

actually thinking of subs showing love for their doms (even the brats):

an incomplete list of things Donna loves about Sam (some of which he will never know lmao)✨✨:

First and foremost his HANDS—his hands are their favorite body part on him including his ass lmao They like playing with them, kissing them, licking them, nibbling em, etc etc etc

How raspy his voice is—they know it’s the T & life long smoker combo, and they cannot deny it short circuits his brain (especially when he whispers)

His ability to get and maintain anyone’s attention; they were often attached to his hip at different parties and would just be zooted and nonverbal watching their man shmooze with anyone and everyone (they also admire this in Valerius)

Slightly related, but the man can TALK and they love how he tells stories. I think the reason why Donna holds so many of Sam’s secrets so close to them is partially the way he tells stories from his childhood and what a rare treat it is when he does—they would never divulge that to anyone because they were special moments just between themself and Sam

Sam is honestly the only partner to not even bat an eye at any of Donna’s deranged sexual fantasies LMAO for someone who grew up thinking they were Too Much in everything they do, having an older partner be not at all phased and instead very encouraging of them and their kink was like vital to their brain LMAO

They really really really like how he smells, even when he’s smelly lmfao

While they adore the sadist in him, they also really love the nurturer in him too. Not everyone gets to see that genuine side of Sam that goes beyond aftercare, and it’s why Donna was even so down bad for him (and still is lmao)

This is post-game specifically but Sam is just really good with kids and it makes them fucking feral seeing how sweet he is with Damien lmfao

THAT BEING SAID what they really love about Sam and a common theme that always comes up in my fics with them is that Sam is not afraid of hurting Donna exactly how they need it. He knows his own body and strength better than the average person, and he’s put in the work into knowing all of Donna’s hard limits. They won’t ever say it to his face, but truly no one hurts Donna like Sam does, and that’s a massive compliment coming from them lmao

(To get sentimental: for a character whose entire life was shrouded with pain and fear, Sam really has carved out a space for Donna to experience these sensations in a place that is safe and sacred for them and that they have complete control of. They would objectively be much more fucked up if they didn’t have kink and they wouldn’t be so versed in it if it wasn’t for peepaw and that’s something they’re eternally grateful for lmao but sshhh don’t tell him, that’ll inflate his ego way too much LMFAO)

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https://growaglow.tumblr.com/post/697110754853257216

<3

EHEHEHE YEEESS

I feel like I try so hard not to make Valerius just Wine Man that I neglect to really cash in on cozy vibes like this with him and Don Don lmfao :3c

[consul-valerius]

"Let's see a smile,, huh, baby?"

"In... your... dreams."

no thoughts, just..... Sam x Valerius hate fucking LMAO it's very funny because I originally was like "Sam would never just fuck valerius" but I am very weak, and they're both my bastard men, soooooo 🥱🤗💕💕💕

full (censored) undercut :3 p vanilla for Sam standards, just a very friendly embrace lmao

this ship is: Donna Approved™️✨

[consul-valerius]

Kinktober Poll-a-thon: Mindfuckery

Not quite hypno--I already have a different idea for pure hypnotism. But any magical/whatever influence to get into another character's head in purely kinky ways lmfao This one, I am mainly struggling not to fall into the same pattern as normal, but ya know... if it ain't broke lol

I so far have no other Devil shenanigans on the roster, but I am doing a Devil!Nadia x Demon!Val fic, so at the very least, she will be making an appearance lol

[consul-valerius]

Tell Me I Missed You

In which Donna struggles to sort out their own feelings while Sam tries to read a poorly written letter. Prompt sent in by @foxfirefallout of "(Holding hands so the other can't run away) seems like it would be on point for any of your gremlins…" and I added in "‘not wanting to let go’ hugs" This turned into a companion piece to To Be Seen; To be Heard and takes place sometime after the events of that

Pairing: Sam x Donna; mentioned Donna x Valerius and overall implied Sam x Donna x Valerius

Rating: Light T for brief mentions of past D/S dynamics

Word Count: 1.9 k whoops

Warnings: Mentions of dom/sub dynamics and Donna doing the worst thing you can do to a glasses wearer

A/N: listen....... they're my favorite toxic couple and sometimes I can use any excuse to write them dumb and pining....

It wasn’t often Sam wore his glasses. Even in private, he would rather squint than put them on. Sometimes, though, it could not be avoided, which Donna was sure annoyed him to no end. One of his partners (Donna could not recall their name) wrote to him in the smallest, most jammed cursive they had ever seen. Sam loathed it, but he hadn’t the heart (or the patience) to show them any better.

So here he was, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, parchment pulled close to his face. Those garnet eyes were comically large with them on, his lips parted and silently sounding out each word, his brows furrowed. Donna watched him from their seat, peeking their nose out from their book. It was a rather depraved text that Donna and Valerius had failed to purchase on their own. Sam knew the anonymous author (of course he knew them) and easily secured them a copy. He had invited them both to his estate to exchange it, but Valerius could not get out of attending some inane gala. 

So here was Donna, sitting with their ex… whatever, alone for the first time in ages.

Sam was, surprisingly, on his best behavior. They had tea, had a few playful arguments, and then he had taken them to his study. The door, notably, was left ajar, which left Donna feeling oddly disappointed. After handing the book off to them, Sam turned away entirely, citing he still had “work” to do before the evening was done. When it seemed like Donna was turning to leave, though, he stopped them, inviting them to stay and read at their leisure. 

He had pursed his lips towards a plush love seat situated in front of the fireplace. Donna recognized it almost immediately: Sam had tossed them over his knees many times in that seat.

Sitting in it without him felt… strange. Strange and wrong. Like an unspoken rule was being broken.

So where was their punishment?

Shaking their head, Donna brought their attention back to their book. Not yet. This was meant to be a test for Sam, not for them. Sam was the one with a neverending appetite, the one with no self-control, the one who needed simple rules and limitations. No kissing. No threats of punishment. No grabbing them by the waist, you know, the way that drives them crazy. No touching their neck too, for that matter. No dom-voice—no, don’t play dumb, you know the one. No calling them by their full name—ever, regardless of the tone of voice. Not yet, not now, just wait, can’t you wait? Who cares that he was sitting there so casually like this was normal, like you hadn't sworn you would never see him again, like you hadn’t been dreaming of him and wishing you hadn’t? Like this wasn’t affecting him as much as it was affecting you—

Unceremoniously, Donna slammed the book shut. 

“Oh? Did all that waiting set your expectations too high then?” Sam wasn’t even looking at them, his eyes still focused on the letter. 

“No, I just… think I should wait for Valerius to read with me.”

Donna was on their feet, their arms behind their back as they took long, exaggerated steps behind Sam’s chair. They heard the letter in his hands crumble slightly, though he still didn’t look back at them. 

“Are you leaving then?”

“Did I say I was?”

To prove their point, Donna placed their chin on Sam’s shoulder. He did not startle but instead rested his head closer to theirs.

Still, he did not look at them.

“Help an old man, then,” Sam said, pointing towards a scribbled word. “Does this say ‘sobbing’ or ‘throbbing?’”

“Hmm,” Donna leaned closer, placing their hands on Sam’s upper arms. “Does it matter? Both work in the context of you.”

“The context of me,” Sam laughed, shaking his head. “Whatever do you mean by that?”

Donna only shrugged, playing innocent. When Sam still didn’t move to look at them, they pouted. When he didn’t look at them pouting, they stuck out their tongue. When he still didn’t look at them, they got desperate. 

“Oi, I’m not done—”

So they would make him look.

“Have your eyes gotten worse?” Donna whistled, placing Sam’s glasses in front of their face. “You know doctors say if you don’t wear them that your eyes get worse?”

“Doctors, bah!” Sam snorted, slamming the letter down, his back still to them. “More like a stupid business strategy. Wear them more, break them, buy new ones. Now give them here, Mouse, before you do just that.” 

“Such a conspiracy theorist,” Donna mused, turning their own back to Sam as they placed the glasses properly on their face. “Do you break them often, then?”

“Donna.”

They began stepping away, a wide smile on their face.

“Sounds like a you problem, and you just don’t want to own it.”

They moved to walk away, keeping their eyes off Sam. They blinked owlishly at the room, everything distorted and dizzying. If they heard Sam rise from his seat, they acted like they didn’t. 

“Give it here.” “I’m just trying to see things like you do. Or how you try to. Man, these are str—”

Donna gasped as Sam suddenly grabbed their hand, tugging them backward and stopping them in their tracks. His hand was much larger and warmer than theirs—he always made fun of their cold hands. Donna blamed the glasses for nearly swooning as Sam linked their fingers together. 

And then he was yanking them backward with a barely contained force, easily catching them at the waist as they stumbled backward.

Strike one.

“Sam—”

“Donatello.”

Strike two.

“Give them to me. Now.”

And then that stupid voice—strike three. 

Donna’s world was spinning, literally. Sam spun them around to face him all while keeping a firm grip on their hand and waist. Once they were made to look up at him, Sam easily snatched his glasses back. Donna could only stare up at him as he slid them into his shirt pocket, their brows furrowed and cheeks flushed. 

“My hand—”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, I—” Sam tightened his grip—hurting them. “Big!”

“What’s wrong? Did you think I would just let you do as you pleased?”

To emphasize his point, Sam squeezed them harder, pulling them closer by the waist. Donna whined, stomping down their foot in annoyance. 

“Well,” Sam prodded, arching an eyebrow. Strike… four? “Did you?”

“No, obviously—”

“So obviously you wanted this—”

“So what if I did?”

And then suddenly all they could smell was Sam. Leftover cigarettes, lingering woody cologne, whatever made Sam Sam—it filled up their senses as their head was forced to rest on Sam’s broad chest. They barely registered how their arms linked around his waist as he pulled them closer to himself. Barely registered those large hands between their shoulders, holding them in place.

They were hugging. This was… new.

“Big?”

“Forgive me, just this once. Just a little bit.”

Donna shut their eyes, savoring the feeling of his hands on their back, grabbing and pulling them in. It finally dawned on them that they were doing the same thing, pawing at the fabric of his shirt, trying to do the impossible and get even closer to him. Sam lowered his face, audibly inhaling the smell of their hair. Donna bit down a smile, moving to stand on their tiptoes so he could get closer. 

“You don’t smell the same.”

“You do.”

“I don’t hate it—I like it, actually. It’s more mature.”

“I’m catching up to you, eh?”

There was a brief, awkward silence that fell between them; it was almost palpable. Neither knew quite what to do, quite what to say or what the other wanted, what the other needed. That was new, too.

“Tell me,” Donna whispered into Sam’s chest. “Tell me that I missed you.”

“I can’t tell you to do that,” Sam murmured; they couldn’t tell if he was smiling or frowning. “I can’t tell you to do anything. That’s not my job anymore.”

Donna wasn’t sure why they felt like crying, why their tongue suddenly felt so heavy, their throat so tight. Why that felt like the cruelest thing Sam had ever said to them. 

“What if…” Donna swallowed, their voice breaking. “What if I want it to be?”

“Most would say you’re a fool if you did.”

“Would you say that?”

Donna finally looked up to him, pressing their chin to his chest. Sam’s eyes scanned over their face, looking for something Donna didn’t know. 

“I would be a fool if I did.”

Donna blinked; it was their turn to search his face, to look for something they couldn’t quite name but was hoping to find either way.

“... tell me you missed me.” Donna tried to keep their voice steady, trying to will their eyes to remain dry. He would never take them seriously if they cried—he often never did, often called them a crybaby in moments like these. “Tell me you missed me, and I’ll tell you I missed you too.”

“Isn’t this you already telling me that you missed me? This is a bit convoluted.”

“I don’t know, is it?” Donna cocked their head to the side, raising their eyebrow. “Is it enough for you, leaving it here?”

If Donna didn’t know better, they would say they felt Sam tremble. They pulled him closer, blinking those big brown eyes at him in the way they always did to get what they wanted. 

“I’ve missed you,” Sam finally breathed out like a sigh of relief. “Immensely. To an absurd, childish extent.” 

Every word washed over them, warm yet icy, confusing yet concise. Donna was glad they were being held—they felt close to losing their balance. 

“I’m getting older, and you’re getting younger—that’s a little funny, don’t you thi—”

“Tell me, Donatello. Keep your promises like a mature adult.”

Donna had lost track of all the strikes Sam had acquired by now—this was not fair. Shutting their eyes, they buried their face into his shirt. Sam chuckled, lightly shaking them.

“No, you look at me when you talk to me. Come now, be a grownup, and look at me.”

“Not all adults need to lo—”

“If you keep this up, I’m letting you go.”

Instinctively, Donna pulled Sam closer.

“No, I just… just for a little longer?”

“Hold up your end of the bargain then, Mouse.”

Sighing, Donna craned their neck again to look up at Sam. That smug face, those stupid pointed teeth that always showed when he smiled, those deep eyes, those smile lines, those wrinkles around his eyes, those stupid, long, whispy lashes, those lips that looked so smooth to the touch—

“I’ve missed you,” Donna confessed. “I didn’t know until right now, but I… I’ve missed you. I’ve been missing you, Big.”

And then they were burying their face back into his chest, hiding from their words and unable to ever take them back. They felt Sam’s deep, rumbling laughter against their cheek. They sighed, enjoying too much how it stirred their entire body. They couldn’t help but whine when Sam pat their head, coaxing them to look back up at him.

“Good job.”

“Good job,” Donna mimicked, though they couldn’t deny how their hair was suddenly a bright pink.

“Almost there,” Sam sighed, though he was smiling now. “A brat to the bitter end.”

“Only with you—that’s my job. If you… If you’ll have me.”

“I would be a fool not to.”

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Neeja x Donna and Sam x Valerius are like. Weirdly parallel ships and no I can’t further explain this