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12 Types of Music Which Makes You Sleep All Night!

Are you tired of tossing and turning all night long, counting sheep until the early hours of the morning? You are the 1 in 3, According to CDC. In 2022, American Sleep Apnea Association (ASAA) estimated Sleep-related issues to impact 50 to 70 million Americans of all ages and socioeconomic backgrounds. The most prevalent sleep conditions include narcolepsy, sleep apnea, restless legs syndrome, and insomnia. Have you ever considered using music as a tool to help you nod off? Studies have shown that listening to certain types of music before bed can help relax the mind and body, promoting deeper and more restful sleep. So let’s start exploring the 12 types of music which makes you sleep all night.

From the calming effects of white noise to the sleep-promoting benefits of classical music, we will dive into the different types of music that can help you get a good night’s sleep. So, whether you are struggling with insomnia or just looking for a new way to improve your sleep, read on to find out how music can help you fall asleep.

1. Classic Music for Sleep

Studies have shown that classical music, especially pieces composed by Mozart and Beethoven, can have a calming effect and help with sleep.

Here are some examples of classical music that can help you fall asleep:

“Clair de Lune” by Claude Debussy

“Moonlight Sonata” by Ludwig van Beethoven

“Canon in D Major” by Johann Pachelbel

“The Four Seasons: Spring” by Antonio Vivaldi

“Nocturnes” by Frédéric Chopin

“Lullaby for String Orchestra” by Johannes Brahms

“Swan Lake Suite” by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

“Reverie” by Gabriel Fauré

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream” by Felix Mendelssohn

“The Planets: Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity” by Gustav Holst

2. Sounds of Nature Relaxing Music

Studies have found that the sounds of nature can be relaxing and help to create a peaceful environment for sleep.

Ocean Waves: The sound of gently crashing waves can be calming and soothing, helping to reduce stress and promote relaxation.

Rain: The sound of rainfall can create a peaceful and calming atmosphere, making it easier to fall asleep.

Thunderstorms: For some people, the sound of thunder and lightning can be relaxing and help them fall asleep faster.

Forest Sounds: The sounds of nature, such as birds chirping, leaves rustling, and streams flowing, can create a peaceful and calming environment.

Fireplace: The crackling sound of a fire can create a warm and cozy atmosphere, making it easier to fall asleep.

Waterfall: The sound of a waterfall can create a peaceful and calming atmosphere, helping to reduce stress and promote relaxation.

Wind Chimes: The soft and soothing sound of wind chimes can help to calm the mind and promote relaxation.

Crickets: The sound of crickets chirping can create a peaceful and calming atmosphere, making it easier to fall asleep.

3. Sleep Music White Noise

White noise is a constant, neutral sound that serves as a way to induce relaxation and better sleep by blocking out any other sounds that may cause a disturbance, such as the noise from traffic, barking dogs, or snoring.

Examples of White noise :

Fan noise: The sound of a fan running can create a consistent and soothing background noise that can help mask other sounds and promote relaxation and sleep.

Rainstorm noise: The sound of rainfall, whether it be gentle or heavy, can create a calming and peaceful background noise that can help mask other sounds and promote sleep.

Static TV/Radio noise: Static TV and Radio noise are often used as a form of white noise to help people sleep.

You can try other noises like Pink noise which is a little deeper than White noise, Red noise, or brown noise little deeper than pink and white noise (Ex: Thunder or Strong Waterfalls).

4. Ambient Music to Sleep

Ambient music is a genre of music that is characterized by its calming, repetitive, and atmospheric qualities. This type of music can help individuals fall asleep by promoting relaxation, reducing stress, and creating a calming atmosphere.

Here are a few examples of ambient music that can be used to promote sleep:

Brian Eno’s “Music for Airports”: This album is considered one of the pioneers of ambient music and is known for its calming, atmospheric soundscapes.

Steve Roach’s “Structures from Silence”: This album features long, slow-moving pieces that are designed to promote relaxation and calm the mind.

Harold Budd’s “The Pearl”: This album features soft, atmospheric soundscapes that are designed to promote relaxation and sleep.

Ludovico Einaudi’s “Divenire”: This album features soft, piano-based pieces that are designed to promote relaxation and sleep.

William Basinski’s “The Disintegration Loops”: This album features repetitive, slow-moving pieces that are designed to promote relaxation and sleep.

5. Sleep Music Binaural Beats

Binaural beats are a type of music that uses specific sound frequencies to alter the brain waves and promote relaxation. that involves listening to two different frequencies in each ear, to promote relaxation and sleep. Here are a few examples of binaural beats for sleep:

Delta waves: Delta waves are the slowest frequency of binaural beats and are associated with deep sleep. Listening to delta wave binaural beats can help individuals relax and fall into a deep sleep more easily.

Theta waves: Theta waves are associated with light sleep and meditation. Listening to theta wave binaural beats can help individuals relax and calm their minds, making it easier to fall asleep.

Gamma waves: Gamma waves are associated with alertness and cognitive function. However, listening to gamma wave binaural beats can also help to relax the mind and promote sleep.

Alpha waves: Alpha waves are associated with relaxation and a calm mind. Listening to alpha wave binaural beats can help to calm the mind and promote relaxation, making it easier to fall asleep.

6. Yoga and Meditation Music

Yoga and meditation music can help promote sleep by creating a calming and relaxing atmosphere. The slow and repetitive sounds, combined with guided breathing and relaxation techniques, can help individuals calm their minds and ease into a restful sleep.

Here are a few examples of yoga and meditation music that can be used to promote sleep:

“Deep Sleep Music Academy”: This album features soft and calming music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep.

“Meditation for Sleep”: This album features guided meditations and soft music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep.

“Yoga Nidra for Sleep”: This album features guided yoga nidra meditations and soft music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep.

“Relaxing Music for Sleep”: This album features soft and calming music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep.

“Sleep Soundly”: This album features guided meditations and soft music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep.

7. Reiki Music for Sleep

Reiki music is specifically designed to balance the energy in the body and promote relaxation, making it ideal for sleep.

This music is often slow, calming, and repetitive, making it a great choice for promoting sleep.

Here are a few examples of Reiki music that can be used to promote sleep:

“Reiki Sleep Music”: This album features soft and calming music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep.

“Reiki Healing Sleep Music”: This album features soft and repetitive music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep.

“Reiki for Deep Sleep”: This album features guided Reiki meditations and soft music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep.

“Reiki Relaxation Music”: This album features soft and calming music that is designed to help individuals relax and fall asleep.

“Reiki Healing Sounds”: This album features soft and repetitive music that is designed to help individuals fall asleep and be relaxed.

8. Instrumental Music to Sleep

Soft instrumental music, such as piano, flute, or guitar music, can be calming and help to create a peaceful environment for sleep.

9. Sounds of Silence for Sleep

For some people, complete silence can be the best background for sleep, allowing them to focus on their breathing and relax. This is also called Black noise.

10. Tai Chi Music for Sleep

What is Tai Chi? Tai Chi is a traditional Chinese system of exercise and movement meditation. The gentle, slow movements facilitated by deep breathing make it a great way to reduce stress and tension while improving overall balance and flexibility.

It’s a type of martial art but has become more popular for its health benefits, such as increased circulation, improved posture, enhanced joint stability, and better balance.

Taichi music is often designed to reflect these principles. The slow and repetitive rhythm of tai chi music can help slow down the heart rate and reduce anxiety, making it easier to fall asleep.

11. Slow and Soft Rock Sleep Music

Some people find that slow and soft rock music can be calming and help them fall asleep.

Soft rock music that features slow tempos, gentle instrumentation, and soothing vocals can be a good choice for bedtime music. The repetitive and consistent rhythm of slow and soft rock music can help create a peaceful and calming atmosphere, making it easier to fall asleep.

Here are some examples of slow and soft rock music that can help promote sleep:

“Every Breath You Take” by The Police

“Wonderwall” by Oasis

“Something” by The Beatles

“Everybody Hurts” by R.E.M.

“Patience” by Guns N’ Roses

“Black” by Pearl Jam

“Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac

“Come As You Are” by Nirvana

“The Sound of Silence” by Simon & Garfunkel

“Breathe Me” by Sia

12. Soft Jazz Music for Sleeping

Some people find that soft jazz music, with its relaxed and smooth melodies, can be calming and help them fall asleep.

Soft jazz music can be a great choice for promoting sleep, as it is often slow and relaxing. Jazz music is known for its smooth and melodic sound, and the soft and gentle instrumental arrangements can create a calming and peaceful atmosphere, making it easier to fall asleep.

Here are some examples of soft jazz music that can help promote sleep:

“Take Five” by Dave Brubeck

“Dream a Little Dream of Me” by Louis Armstrong

“Round Midnight” by Thelonious Monk

“Misty” by Erroll Garner

“In a Sentimental Mood” by Duke Ellington

“Body and Soul” by Coleman Hawkins

“Stella by Starlight” by Nat King Cole

“My Funny Valentine” by Chet Baker

“Blue in Green” by Miles Davis

“Moon River” by Henry Mancini

It’s important to remember that everyone’s sleep needs and preferences are different, so it may take some experimentation to find the type of music that works best for you.

Additionally, you can try listening to playlists specifically curated for sleep or relaxation, as these can be a great resource for finding music that works for you.

There is plenty of sleep kinds of music available online, especially on Youtube, try different types of music to find what works best for you.

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Day One: Baths + Group sex +Orgasm Denial + Food Play (The Courtiers x Donna)

Day one for the @the-midsummer-masquerade; AO3 link here // Masterlist here

Donatello and Valerius are side-tracked by Vesuvia's finest courtiers who they have no concept of time nor consequences.

Content warnings (other than the day's themes): monster/human relationships, tentacles, group sex, bondage, spanking, choking, verbal humiliation/general foul language, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, oral play, food play, cucking

W/C: 5515 because I apparently have no fucking chill

A/N: We are starting this week off with a very loud bang aka a proper courtegy 😤😤😤 lots of banter, rough sex, and bullying of Valerius ahead

MINORS DNI OR I TAKE YA LUNCH MONEY🤺🤺🤺

Volta was the last person Valerius expected to see dragging his Donatello down a winding palace hallway, and yet there she was, politely but urgently tugging along a sheepish Donna. Blinking, Valerius tilted his head, some part of him wondering if he had eaten something bad today or if this was some trick or illusion. Donna should have been with him getting ready in the private rooms Nadia had procured for them . The masquerade was still some time away, but already the palace was bursting with frantic staff, each one hellbent on ensuring all of the evening’s plans was up to the Countess’s high standards. Donna should have been frantically making sure they were up to Nadia’s high standards. With him , not Volta of all people.

Frowning, Valerius quickly trailed after them, glancing nervously at his pocket watch. There was still time. But not enough for whatever those lot had planned.

***

The consul was shocked as Volta led the way to one of the palace’s baths; truly, she was full of surprises it seemed. He could hear Donna laughing with her, allowing her to drag them along. Part of it was endearing, hearing their laugh. Another part was aggravating—they had things to do! Since when were they so irresponsible? That was… Well, it wasn’t his job , but it wasn’t like Donna to promote such bad behavior either.

“Donatello!”

He couldn’t deny the small rush it gave him to see them jump at their name being called. He had seen them instantly wilt when Nadia would utter it; he could get used to them doing so with him.

“Valerius? What are you… Volta , did you lie to me?”

It was the procurator’s turn to turn into a sheepish mess, frantically fluttering her hands as Donna crossed their arms. Valerius quickly stepped to their side, wrapping his arm around their shoulder.

“Yes, Procurator, please explain what you are doing with my partner of all people.”

“Oh! Oh! Volta didn’t want to lie, Donna! But you see… You see, brutish Vulgora did not want Valerius to join our games!” Valerius felt his entire face ignite, anger and jealousy stinging his ears. Donna deflated at that, pouting down at the frazzled woman. “It was Vlastomil who insisted that Volta lie! Oh, but Volta is so so sorry! She does not like lying to her most beloved friend, Donatello!”

“For the last time,” Donna sighed, suddenly raising their voice so that they could be heard in the next room over. It was then that Valerius noted the faint sounds of a commotion in the baths; splashing and shouting, for the most part. “Valerius is my lover . You do not get to lie and exclude him just so you can all… Do whatever it is you want to do to me. Either he comes or I’m leaving. Got it, Vulgora ?”

“What? Valerius is here? What the fu—Volta!” Volta tugged at her hair as they could all hear Vulgora bellowing from the baths. Valerius was too hung up on the word “lover” to even properly react; his heart was racing as he fiddled with his braid. Donna nudged their hip into him, trying to remain in control of the situation.

“Volta tried! Valerius is too weaselly!”

“ Weaselly—?” Valerius's face could not become redder if he tried.

“You’re a big ol’ coward sending Volta to do your dirty work, Vulgora!” Donna shouted over him, a smug grin on their face as they heard the tell-tale sound of Vulgora slapping out of the bath. “You wana fuck me, then you gotta put some effort in. That goes for you too, old man!”

Valerius hugged Donna closer to himself; gods, they could be so vulgar with their language, and it always made him… feel things, things he didn’t want to think too hard about.

“Since when does fucking you involve effort , little bug?” Vulgora pounded around the corner, fully nude and dripping with water and suds. Volta and Donna both seemed unphased; Valerius kept his face turned, his eyes focusing on the wall and not on their bulging biceps or glistening gut or thick, thick thighs that could easily do irreparable damage to him if they— “Oh this is the worst, Valerius is already popping a boner. At least Donna puts up some sort of chase.”

“P-Popping a—I am not , how dare you—”

“Oh, hush. If dealing with your prissy attitude is what I need to get my dick wet, then I’m all for it.”

“Your dick’s already wet,” Donna teased, tilting their chin up at them. Vulgora stood roughly the same height as them, though they were much girthier than Donna was. Still, provoking a fight with them was always fun; perhaps Sam had rubbed off a bit too much on them? “I can dry it off for you though.”

“Oh, you wana go already—?”

“Is Donatello here? I’m getting bored , and Valdemar is the worst possible company!” Vlastomil’s nasally voice suddenly cut into the conversation; the small group thought they could hear a faint giggle too, undoubtedly Valdemar.

“You idiot, they’re here with Valerius ! We established this like… five minutes ago that our dear Volta fucked up!”

“Volta did no such thing! The consul is a weasel!”

“Stop saying that! All of you stop insulting me this instant! ”

“Or what , pretty boy? Gonna have Donna beat me up for you?”

“Oh my stars, can we just go into the bath already before the night is over ?”

Donna didn’t wait for anyone else’s approval; they were already stripping off their day clothes as they stomped to the bath, kicking off their shoes as they marched away. Valerius let his complaints die in his throat; they didn’t have time for this, and yet now that he knew he wasn’t invited to… well, whatever this was, he wasn’t going to leave now. He followed after them, sticking his nose up in the air as he politely stepped out of his heels and placed them aside. Vulgora growled, easily flinging Volta over their shoulder as she giggled, her frantic mood subsiding.

“Donna is always much better with the consul anyway, dear Vulgora!”

“Little Volta, I do not want to hear it from you.”

***

As expected, Vlastomil was already bathing while Valdemar sat on the edge of the bath, kicking the water at him as he whined. They were both wearing sheer, black robes; Valdemar’s usual headwraps were swapped for a more appropriate bonnet. Donna bit the insides of their cheeks, resisting the urge to make a comment about it.

Vlastomil instantly perked up at their arrival, very interested in their unabashed nudity.

“ This is the shindig you all were begging me to come to?” Donna laughed, slowly dipping their toe into the steaming water. It was hot , much hotter than how they normally would want it. But then again, they shouldn’t have been surprised by this group . “I can watch Valdemar upset people any time of the day.”

“The missing component was you, wormlet,” Vlastomil quickly swept over to them, cutting through the water with ease as Donna sank into the bath. They sat themself down on the wall’s built-in seat, smirking up at him. He was much taller than them, taller than all of them actually, and they enjoyed that about him immensely. Valerius huffed, still clothed, as he watched Donna eye the praetor up and down with little shame. “Though I would have loved it if we didn’t have a… sour grape in our mix.”

“Sour grape? Really? Your immaturity speaks volumes , praetor.”

“See, this is exactly why we don’t want you here, sour grape ,” Vulgora butted in, pushing past Valerius as they submerged themself back into the steaming water next to Donna. Valerius squawked, nearly toppling over with the force of their shove. As Volta straightened him out, Valdemar giggled, scooting closer to Donna and the others on the edge of the bath.

“Volta is sorry, Valerius.” Volta smoothed down Valerius’s arm as he seethed. “They will all be calmed soon enough with the help of your Donna.” His face heated up as she slowly began undressing, fully at ease with her motions as she stripped. Once nude, she had stepped aside to an alcove and retrieved two robes and a hefty basket full of different fruits at her hip. Only Valerius was clothed as he awkwardly stood outside of the circle, too many conflicting thoughts buzzing in his head.

“I am about… hmm… Two seconds away from leaving?” Donna piped up, reclining back on their elbows as they glared up at Vlastomil. He squirmed under their stare, his cheeks igniting. “Insulting my lover does nothing if you want to get me going.”

“Y-You misunderstand me, Donatello—”

“Oh right, it’s insulting you that gets you off, right?” Vulgora cut in, easily looping their large arm around Donna’s neck. Donna’s confidence was momentarily thrown as they sputtered, digging their nails into the meat of Vulgora’s arms as they flexed, choking them. “How could we forget?”

“I know you guys— ah !—aren’t the brightest bunch, I get it—” Before Donna could finish, Vulgora began strangling them properly, cutting off any more of their words. Valdemar leaned forward, their interest growing as Donna’s face turned redder, their hair suddenly igniting into a similar hue as Vlastomil stepped between their legs.

“How curious,” Valdemar finally spoke, reclining forward on their arm. “If you black out, does your hair also lose all color? I would love to see it.”

“ That won’t be happening,” Valerius interjected, leaning down over them. They turned their nose up at him, rolling their eyes.

“Oh, lighten up, sour grape,” Vulgora drawled, finally releasing Donna as Vlastomil pet through their hair. They were swooning, trying to heave in more air. The heat of the water made it harder to breathe, their heart hammering in their ears. Still, a wide smile was already on Donna’s face as they spread their legs wider under the water, subtly stroking themself on Vlastomil's thigh. “Everyone here is having fun but you. And you wonder why we don’t want you here?”

Valerius pouted, his cheeks stinging. Volta tugged at his shirt sleeve, sheepishly offering him a robe. Rolling his eyes, he turned before beginning to strip.

“Aw, no show for us, consul?” Vlastomil called out to him as he changed his and Donna’s positions; he sat and balanced them on his lap, facing Donna towards himself. Vulgora moved to stand behind them, keeping their hands close to their neck as they dragged their teeth over Donna's shoulders. It was clear that Donna was trying to hold back their moaning—and was failing. Valdemar had taken a strand of Donna’s hair, noting every subtle color shift as Vlastomil bounced them in his lap. “So sorry that annoying ex-count isn’t here. Perhaps then you would feel more motivated, hmm?”

“ You—! ” Valerius whipped around, pointing an accusatory finger at the man before he bit down on his tongue. Gods, Donna looked so good like that, clearly blissful as Vulgora nipped their neck, Vlastomil’s large, thin hands cupping under their breasts. Their head lolled to the side as Vulgora once again began to choke them, this time much slower, methodical even. Valdemar was looking back at him, a wicked gleam to their eyes as they grinned up at him. Huffing, Valerius shook his hair out from its braid, glaring at the group as Volta sat back down at the bath’s edge next to Valdemar. She watched the trio intently, an obvious blush on her face.

Seeing as all the attention was on Donna, Valerius quickly stripped off and folded the rest of his clothing. Only Valdemar was staring at him, and he chose to ignore their burning stare.

“You’re erect already.”

“I’m aware.”

“Tell me, does seeing your lover getting fondled by your coworkers turn you on?” Valdemar seemed to have choked on the word “lover,” which would have been funnier if Valerius wasn’t being engulfed by a wave of shame. “Would it be more alluring if it was a group of say strangers? Or does knowing the parties give it a certain… edge?”

“You… It isn’t—”

“You didn’t want Valerius here to kill the mood, yet you all have Doctor Sex Ed narrating for us in the dryest way possible?” Donna suddenly cut in, their voice hoarse and a bit shaky. Valdemar’s head snapped to them, their mouth a thin line. Valerius giggled, always elated at how quickly his Donna would come to his defense. He flipped his hair over his shoulder as he stepped to join Volta’s side, glaring over her shoulder at the quaestor.

“Oh? Is the little duckling upset the attention wasn’t on them for once?” Valdemar leaned closer to Donna, pulling their hair harder. They yelped, shifting on Vlastomil’s lap. They felt the ridges of his erection pushing up against them; they shivered, hissing as Valdemar yanked their hair again. “Okay, we can play this game; I love games. Tell me, then: does screwing older men do something special to you? Is there a certain thrill to being on the lap of someone not twice but possibly thrice your age?”

“Oh fuck off , Valdemar—”

“They do have a point, wormlet,” Vlastomil purred, licking up the water on Donna’s breasts, flicking his tongue over their nipple. They gasped, crying out as Vulgora squeezed the meat of their hips, digging their nails into their skin. “I’ve met that horrid man you called a lover before. He’s a bit old for you, no?”

“Like this little slut cares about any of that,” Vulgora huffed into Donna’s neck. “They don’t care about age or how someone looks—if they can get a quick fuck, they’ll take it .”

Donna all but screamed as Vulgora bit down on their throat; their hands shot to Vlastomil’s shoulders, their nails digging into him as he laughed into their tits. Their head was swimming; they thought they could feel their heartbeat down south, their entire body on fire and yearning . Gods, they hated when these assholes were right , and yet they couldn’t even form a retort to anything they had said.

Valerius was silent, his eyes wide as he watched them all. Volta was eyeing him up curiously as she bit into a pear. His erection looked painful , and yet he wasn’t touching himself at all, instead digging his own nails into his thighs to the point that she feared they would be bruised. Donna was shrieking and gasping as Vulgora and Vlastomil toyed with them, each biting and pinching every tender spot on them. Valdemar prodded them the entire time, their back to Volta and Valerius as they happily taunted the poor scribe.

“Volta cannot tell if you are enjoying yourself or are upset, consul,” Volta whispered, a strange air of glee tinging her words. This snapped Valerius back to reality. He had been so consumed with his own thoughts, he had forgotten he was even there to begin with. Bashful, he tried to hide his erection with the robe.

“I… I am fine, I just…”

“You seem faint. Here, have this,” Volta plucked out a cherry from the basket, offering it up for Valerius to take. However, she pulled it away from him when he tried to reach for it with his hand. Stunned, he blinked at the woman as she only smiled at him.

Oh ?

Lowering his glare, Valerius leaned forward, opening his mouth as he inched closer. Volta’s smile grew wider as she pulled the cherry away again, just as he was about to make contact with his lips. He huffed, his original annoyance now replaced with something else . Since when had Volta ever been… this coy ? Normally, she was just a feeble little thing, but this sudden switch was not unwelcomed at all. For a brief moment, Valerius wondered if it was all a ruse, if this was finally her moment to let her mask slip.

“What’s wrong, Consul? Volta is just trying to help.”

Volta all but squealed as Valerius lurched forward, practically fumbling into her lap as he caught the cherry into his mouth, making a point of sucking on her fingers as he pulled back with an audible pop. She giggled, nudging the basket closer as she settled neatly into his lap instead; she was shorter than Donna and much lither; it was like she was barely there. Still, he shuddered as she rubbed her ass against his skin. His hands landed on the small of her back, keeping her close as she fished out another fruit to taunt him with.

“You… You knew I was going to follow you. You knew from the beginning, didn’t you?”

“Volta doesn’t know what you are talking about, sour grape . Here!” Volta shushed him by pushing a rather fat grape between Valerius’s pursed lips. “Much better. Have another.” Valerius squirmed as he was practically force-fed different fruits. Juice and pulp tickled his chin and cheeks as Volta giggled. He all but melted when she licked the growing mess away, humming as she did. Any time he tried speaking up, she would silence him again, wiggling her hips as he struggled to swallow. “The consul should be happy he gets to sample this food—Volta does not like to share.”

As Valerius struggled to grasp exactly what was happening to him, Donna was struggling to swallow down Vlastomil’s absurdly long tongue. He licked their lips and mouth with little care, moaning as Donna whined and pretended to try to inch away from his mouth. Vulgora was steadily pumping their cock against Donna’s ass, keeping an arm around Donna’s neck to hold them in place. They would flex their muscles at random, cackling at the way Donna would choke and sputter.

“P-Ple ase , I cah… can’t breathe!”

“I do not understand why you feel the need to declare the obvious,” Valdemar mused, resting their chin in the palm of their hand as they studied the scene intently. “Besides, we all know erotic asphyxiation is one of your many fetishes.”

“Who’s the one… the one declaring the obvious?” Donna slurred, shoving Vlastomil’s face away just to glare at Valdemar. Valdemar glared back, pouting for a moment before their expression turned neutral.

Donna didn’t like that.

In an instant, Valdemar slipped into the water, going under the water as Donna struggled in Vlastomil’s and Vulgora’s embraces. However, there was nothing to be done; in an instant, Valdemar was on them, easily pulling them away and under with them. Valerius tried to turn his attention back to them, panic ringing alarm bells in his head. However, Volta, kept him seated, putting all her weight down on him as she pinched his face in her small hand, cooing down at him.

As quickly as they pulled Donna under, Valdemar released them, hooking their arms behind their back as Valdemar allowed them the liberty to catch their breath.

“You have tried my patience far too much, duckling. My original theory was that you were a “service sub,” but it’s clear you’re nothing more than a sniveling brat .”

“Wow… You went to school to learn that or something? Studying up to impress everyone at the masquerade? That's cute.”

“I see you will never learn how to pick your battles. But you will find I am a strict teacher.”

“I thought you were a physician— fuck !” Donna screeched as their hair was pulled again, their head snapping back. Vulgora and Vlastomil had sunk down into the water, grinning ear to ear as they watched as tendril after tendril writhed from Valdemar’s back. Valdemar kept Donna’s head pulled back, forcing them to look into their eyes.

“Any more foolish remarks?” It was barely a whisper, Valdemar’s icy tone cutting through the heat of the water. Donna blinked up at them, their thoughts whirling.

“… So you’re not a physician or a teacher—you’re a squid?”

Valerius erupted in laughter, nearly choking on a peach slice as Volta giggled. Valdemar hissed , yanking on Donna’s hair one last time before they seized the smaller scribe with a cluster of slick tentacles. Donna gasped, wriggling as they were easily hefted out of the water. Shit . Valdemar tightened each tentacle around their arms, legs, and waist until it was near bruising. They pondered, briefly, how Valerius would explain to Nadia that they had been hate-fucked by a steaming tentacle demon before the night even started? Perhaps they should script something now, just to make sure she wouldn’t think too lowly of them—

“Hold on there, Valdemar,” Vlastomil interjected, rising up from the water. Donna nearly wept, a smile tugging on their lips. “The horrid little Pontifex and I were not finished there.”

“Geez… my knight in shining armor.” Donna groaned, though their words held less weight to it. They whimpered as Valdemar struck their thigh with a thinner tendril with a wet thwack.

“Well your real hero is a coward,” Vulgora sneered, rolling their eyes before glaring sharply at Valerius. He was too preoccupied keeping Volta balanced in his lap as she kissed and nipped his lips and cheeks. Donna slumped forward, already too exhausted to put up any more of a fight.

“What are you both proposing, then?” Valdemar sighed as they kept Donna suspended in the air. Idly, as if bored, they forced Donna’s legs open, keeping their hands pulled behind their back. There was an added layer of humiliation knowing Valdemar felt almost nothing from this display; meanwhile, Donna could hardly breathe at being exposed like this, at feeling all those eyes glued to their sex.

“Lower them a bit,” Vlastomil continued, threading his long fingers together. Shrugging, Valdemar used more tendrils to bend and bind Donna’s legs, dipping them so only their knees were submerged in the water. Donna whined, gritting their teeth as the three courtiers enclosed them. Now their ass was on fully display, and the rising heat of the water was making it harder and harder to think clearly. They could only focus on those eyes, gods all those eyes, and those smiles all on them.

“I take it that, ah… sorry , is a bit too late, huh, V?”

“ Very late, duckling. But I suspect you’ll enjoy this anyway—actually, it will be quite intriguing to watch you reach orgasm over such torture.”

Volta perked up, turning her head back to look at the scene behind her, finally allowing Valerius to wheeze and catch his breath.

“ Gods, woman, you are insatiable —”

“Your beloved is about to be thoroughly debauched, consul,” Volta said so flatly that Valerius hardly registered it. But hearing his Donna screech as Vulgora laid a rather heavy slap to their ass brought him back to reality.

“Donatello—!”

“Is perfectly fine! But let us join them, quickly now, before all the fun is over!”

Volta easily shimmied off of Valerius’s lap and into the bath; she glanced back at him to grin before sweeping over to peer from behind Vulgora’s back. Valerius hissed as he submerged himself in the hot water, quickly sloshing to the scene at hand.

Donna was gritting their teeth as Vulgora delivered another harsh slap to their ass. They could hardly focus on the shooting sting as their breasts were again being fondled by Vlastomil, a lecherous smile on his face as their face twisted between pain and pleasure.

“Tell me, Donna, does it hurt more when Vulgora spanks you now that your skin is wet? I have heard it stings more this way.”

“F-Feels… like a little mosquito bit— Ow! ”

“Feels like a what?”

“ Fuck you !”

“Language, wormlet. You’ll make Valerius faint.” Vlastomil cooed, voice oozing with a tingling sweetness. Donna groaned, shutting their eyes as another strike was dealt, this time harder and at the very seat of their rear. They were too focused on bracing themself for the next slap that they didn't notice the way the skin around Vlastomil’s arms shifted, at the new, creeping appendages looming closer to their mouth. Valerius opened his mouth to speak (or more likely insult the demon), but one of Valdemar’s own tentacles slapped across his lips, silencing him.

“Tut tut, Consul,” Valdemar cooed, wagging a finger at Valerius. All too easily, several tentacles reached for him next, easily dragging him to their side. Valerius screeched into the inky mass over his lips, wriggling in their slick embrace. “Your role in this is to watch , nothing more and nothing less.”

Whimpering, Valerius tried one final time to break free before slumping his shoulders in defeat. Satisfied, Valdemar hefted him out of the water next, mindlessly running each of their tendrils over every inch of Valerius’s body, paying no mind to the way he whined and struggled.

Donna was not better off; they could hardly speak, hardly think , as Vulgora shifted their tactics to running their thick fingers between their lips, laughing as they rubbed angry circles at their clit as Volta too eagerly scratched her sharp nails over their flushed ass. Despite wanting to scream, they could only let out muffled groans as Vlastomil roughly fucked their mouth with both of his slimy tendrils, using his actual hands to grope and pinch their breasts. Donna refused to think of the word “wormy,” though that would be a better description; they kept their eyes shut tight as they were filled on both ends, stray tears coating their lashes as they moaned helplessly. This was quite the humiliating defeat, and the night hadn't even started.

“Look at you, wriggling like a little worm for me,” Vlastomil breathed out, punctuating his sentence by twisting both of their nipples. Donna screeched around his tendrils, trembling as Vulgora pressed their fingers deeper between their lips. “I don’t see why you put up such a struggle every time. Your bratty attitude is easily thwarted.”

“Emphasis on easy , bug,” Vulgora spat, giving Donna’s ass another hard slap before they bit down on one of their cheeks. Donna screamed again, thrashing as Valdemar tightened their tentacles around them; Donna could feel them pulsating over their skin, the sensation clouding their thoughts more and sending an even more aggressive tingle between their legs.

It didn’t take long before Vulgora was slipping two of their thick fingers inside of them; Donna arched back into them, wincing at the fullness. Volta moved to stand behind Vulgora, reaching for their erection and cooing private praises to them as they roughly fingered Donna. Donna moaned loudly around the tendrils in their mouth, their eyes shut tight as they subconsciously rocked with the rhythm Vulgora had set. They couldn’t see that Vlastomil was touching himself now too, keeping one hand to Donna’s throat as he fucked their mouth.

“Look at that, consul,” Valdemar drawled, pulling Valerius closer to their side. He twisted away from them, his face flushed. “See how your little lover so readily gives themself to us? I must know, in as much detail as you can muster, what about this turns you on? Do you wish to be Donna right now? Or do you wish you were in Vlastomil’s place, or even Vulgora’s? Or is it something else entirely?”

As they spoke, they removed the tentacle from Valerius’s mouth. He sputtered and spit out the residue it left on his lips, gritting his teeth as more tendrils slipped between his legs, tightening around the base of his erection. Gods, it hurt, but he knew already Valdemar would never let him finish. They had made that extremely clear.

“I don’t… have to… answer you .”

“You two are made for one another, truly.” Clicking their tongue, Valdemar bent Valerius forward. They closed their eyes as if they were contemplating something as they used their tentacles to spank his ass ruthlessly; perhaps they were savoring the screeches he had let out, the wonderful noises of pain they were so eager for. Or perhaps they were thinking of something else entirely—it was hard to say.

“ Stop it! No! ”

“You can make it stop very easily.”

“I don’t… I can’t— Ow! Ow!— answer you!” Valerius sounded near tears as he kicked his legs, the conflicting feelings of being spanked mixing with those slick tendrils wrapping around the head of his cock. Stars, what a tease.

“You don’t know what you want? How curious. And entirely unbelievable.”

“ You’re unbelievable— Ack! ”

Valdemar only giggled, bouncing Valerius a bit in the air as they struck out at him over and over. His shouting mixed with Donna’s muffled moans and cries; that they could savor, that’s what made any of this tolerable: sweet humiliation and even sweeter pain. They would prefer something a little less human , but they could always indulge in more fun distractions later.

“Your torture is completely self-imposed,” Valdemar yawned as they stretched out their neck. “Just answer my question, and it stops.”

“It’s both! It’s neither, I— gods , what more do you wa-ant from me?”

“So it is the fantasy, then? Your imagination runs wild seeing your lover all beaten and groped? You both envy them and wish to hurt them—is that it?”

Valerius let out a pathetic sob, kicking his legs once again as he could only shake his head. Gods, he just wanted to cum, he really just needed to cum.

“That slut is never going to answer you, Valdemar,” Vulgora finally piped up, their voice huskier as Volta stroked them under the water. “Just like this slut can’t say anything either, even if their mouth wasn’t being fucked.”

“Ooh, and what a lovely mouth it is, ” Vlastomil panted, twisting his tendrils between Donna’s waiting lips. Their tongue swirled between the two of them, drool dripping from their bottom lip as they groaned around them. Their eyes were glazed over, the roots of their hair beginning to swirl with a mix of colors; they were gone, everyone could tell, and they loved every moment of it.

It didn’t take much else for the trio to each reach their climaxes; Vulgora came first with a loud shout as they dug their teeth back into Donna’s ass; Volta squeezed them under the water, giggling as she watched their spent mix in with the water. Vlastomil was close behind them, hissing in Donna’s face as they moaned into his. He withdrew his tendrils from their mouth, slowly shifting into a form that was more human.

Valerius watched on, his eyes half-lidded, as he watched Donna writhed and whimpered, crying as Vulgora curled their fingers, finally, just where they needed them. Fuck, he wanted to be them so badly. Or maybe it was the opposite? Gods, he would never be able to answer.

“More, please, more !” They babbled, the colors in their hair growing more and more abstract and blurred. Valdemar slid their own tentacles all over their body, squeezing their breasts, their thighs, their neck. It was all too much; all those eyes on them, that ruthless pace Vulgora had set, the musky taste still in their mouth. They came with a loud, shrill scream, their toes curling and legs stiffening.

All at once, Valdemar withdrew their tentacles, a wide, satisfied smile on their face. Both Donna and Valerius were dropped unceremoniously into the water; Valerius, despite how fuzzy his own head was, quickly joined their side, taking them in his arms as he looked over their neck and face.

“Pretty boy to save the day,” Vulgora chuckled, sitting back near the wall of the bath with Volta in their lap. Vlastomil was close behind, nearly completely submerged into the water, too content to speak anymore.

Valerius only glared at them; he could barely think of a good enough insult to utter. Only Valdemar hung close to them both, peering over Valerius’s shoulder as Donna easily settled into his arms. They grabbed a piece of their hair in a swift motion before Valerius could stop them.

“How curious. Next time we play, I must have them unconscious. I wonder if the body will still respond this way if the mind is not aware?”

“You… You are impossible.”

Valdemar tilted their head, their smile still wide on their face as they blinked at Valerius. Donna only swatted their hand away, grunting something intelligible to them.

“I may be impossible,” Valdemar stared as they ran their fingers through Valerius’s hair next. He shuddered; their fingers, despite the heat of the water, were icy cold. “But you two are late.”

Valdemar laughed at Valerius’s grave expression; he looked even paler, his expression falling.

“I… What?”

“While Donna was screaming, I heard a clock chime. The masquerade will be happening very soon. It’s lovely to see you two have so much free time this year. You are always welcome to spend it with us , your fellow courtiers, Valerius.”

But Valerius was already dragging Donna away, cursing all of them as he practically was pushing them out of the water. Donna could only follow him blindly, their body heavy and eyelids heavier.

“This is not over!” He shouted back to them, trying to keep his voice sturdy and angry. His only response was a collection of laughter; it followed him as he bolted out the door, Donna’s wet feet slapping behind him.

#bottom writes #lemon #vesuviaafterdark #midsummer mask 2022 #the arcana courtiers #fan apprentice donna #donna x valerius #donna x the courtiers #i would apologize for the length but this is truly just. what my brain has been producing this year dsifhgfdgh

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scorchieart · 2 years

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A Midsummer Night's Scream | AO3

Genre: Angst & Fluff (& an attempt at romance)

Warnings: War, Blood, Death, Guns, Night terrors, Spoilers for Chevalier's route

Characters: Chevalier Michel x F!Reader

Summary: Under the sweltering summer heat, truth and fiction meld to a uniformity Chevalier cannot help to pick apart on his own

Word Count: ~3000

A/N: My gift for the Seasons of Love Exchange 2022 for the awesome @ikehoe. Mondo thanks to @aquagirl1978 for setting this whole thing up and helping me pick apart Chevalier's brain.

Just a heads up that I am still very amateurish when it comes to writing reader insert, romance, angst, action... basically this whole thing is a giant melting pot of stuff I tossed in from the back of the pantry. Hoping this experiment turns out a success, or at least enough to entertain.

**FINAL reminder to check those content warnings before proceeding. Nothing's super explicit, but things get dicey right out of the gate (but then it gets better, I promise!)

The red tinge of sunset bathed the land in an ethereal glow so mesmerizing it almost completely masked the splotches of blood scattered across the earth. Slain bodies clad in hefty uniforms of either red or black dotted the wasteland, but Chevalier steered through them all the same. Their colors all melted into a singular crimson under the blazing sky anyway. A sea of humans resting after a long day’s struggle. Side by side, united in death.

Chevalier ran his gloved fingers over the length of his sword, taking in his surroundings as he flicked the gory remains onto a nearby rock. Though he stood in the valley connecting a pair of adjacent hills, the receding summer sun still baked the air around him, overloading his sight with refracting waves wherever they bounced off a sizzling surface. The burning metal of the blade between his fingers. The blinding armor of a fallen soldier by his feet. The scorching stones that congregated the stage he stood upon. He shut his stinging eyes and swallowed breath after breath like the sky was a running stream, willing himself not to succumb to heatstroke. At least he had the foresight to wear cooling white and the fortune to be born with fair hair. No doubt his adversary would be having a more difficult time in this climate, he thought.

When he’d finally taken his fill of the imaginary water, he attempted to focus his vision again by zeroing in on the closest thing to him; the deceased soldier. Now that the horizon nearly succeeded consuming the sun, he could make out the details of the armor without needing to shield his eyes. A charred cloak loosely swaddled the heavily dented breastplate barely managing to restrain the mass of singed limbs so obviously bent out of proportion. Streaks of blood trailed the side of the hill behind the body, and Chevalier wondered whether it was the fire or the fall that did the man in. More probably the latter, he rationed as he sheathed his marginally-cleaned sword and bent down to get a closer look.

The sun-baked helmet seared through his gloves as he lifted it off the man’s head, and though it was badly bloodied and bruised, Chevalier still recognized the face that stared back at him. A prominent Rhodolitian nobleman, a supposed supporter of his faction no less, brandishing the Obsidianite seal on the clasp that barely kept his cloak connected to his armor.

He lowered the helmet to the ground and studied the man more intently. A lord from the east, he was what one would classify as barely beyond the stage of youth, recently married and with a child on the way. Chevalier had only spoken with him on a handful of occasions, always in the company of balls or galas, though he never missed the lingering revulsion that clouded the man’s aura when he remarked about the state of affairs or scowled when the princes’ backs were turned.

The banged armor glinted dully in the final traces of sundown, and Chevalier scowled at his own bloodied reflection in the rough metal. While he wore red as a coat of victory, there existed a non-zero possibility that this man’s rouge wove into its fibers. Such was the consequence of betrayal. The man placed his lot and lost his life on the bet. It was the natural order for the weak to be conquered and the strong to rise atop their ashes and pave the way for the future. But what order lay for a future destined to repeat its past?

Then he heard it. The metallic click registered in his brain before the scuttle of boots scratching the dirt. A sound so new and unfamiliar, yet still echoing the call of a thousand dying screams yet to release.

Sword redrawn and back on his feet, Chevalier faced his assailant with renewed focus. Staring back at him from behind the shaky gun’s barrel were the raging eyes of Lord Flandre, all pointed squarely at his chest. Before Chevalier could even think to speak, a second click reverberated behind him. Keeping his sword pointed at Flandre, he shifted his stance to catch sight of the second gunman clad head-to-toe in ethereal black. His single vermilion eye, practically radiating hostility in the low light, smoothly traveled up Chevalier’s cornered figure before catching his gaze with an amused wink. Chevalier countered with a seething leer before returning to the panting Flandre.

Outmatched in number, weaponry, and stamina. By all accounts, Chevalier should surrender and face his fate like a gentleman. But Chevalier was never one to ascribe to such frivolous notions as propriety.

The less stable of the two, Flandre was sure to crack and shoot first. Chevalier swapped his blade between targets, primed his knees, and narrowed his eyes on Flandre’s quivering fingers.

“Look me in the eye, you beast!” Flandre bellowed, pulling the trigger, and it was as though he ignited a second fire in Chevalier’s limbs.

Bang!

In an instant, Chevalier dropped his sword, grabbed the forgotten helmet, and sprinted up the bloodstained hill. The incline steepened the higher he went, but he sucked in breath after breath, ignoring his screaming legs, and pushed forward until he heard the second gunshot.

Bang!

This was the moment. Following the line of the final ray of sun, he dug his boot into a rocky inlet and pivoted his entire body, swinging his arm with the momentum and launching the helmet in the direction of the incoming bullet. The metal whistled as wind swished through its various openings, but Chevalier tuned his ears to catch the one sound he’d been waiting for.

Clink!

Bullseye. Chevalier exhaled and reverted his attention to descending the hill safely. The newfound chill of twilight began to temper his heaving lungs and racing mind, but as much as he wanted to ascertain whether the deed was done, he didn’t dare take his eyes off the jutting rocks threatening to trip him down the slope. If his calculations were correct (and when were they not?) the second bullet would ricochet off the helmet and change trajectory towards Flandre. And if the first bullet didn’t do the other guy in, then a rocketing helmet to the cranium surely would.

Darkness enveloped the terrain by the time he skidded back down to the helmetless soldier, but he heard no noise other than the shifting pebbles that accompanied him on his descent. Blinking through the inky blackness, Chevalier retrieved his sword then cautiously made his way towards the more dangerous of the men. When his boot struck what he presumed to be a leg, he nudged it several times to confirm it was no longer alive.

Such a shame, another two lives tossed in the lot then spat out like the rest. And one of them a prince, no less. He relaxed his sword arm and crouched solemnly by the head. The cool embrace of moonlight crept up the desolate landscape, and Chevalier wanted to look upon the anguished face that plagued his waking and sleeping nightmares in full view. But instead of bubbling with the warm rush of victory, Chevalier’s veins froze when the moon revealed not the lifeless visage of the first prince of Obsidian, but of you.

It wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be. You weren’t supposed to be anywhere near the battlefield. You were back at the palace reading books and sipping tea, just how he left you. Not lying in the middle of nowhere with a terminal wound blooming on your forehead. You were supposed to be safe. Safe with the princes. Safe with his brothers. Safe with…

“This is… all your fault…”

Chevalier automatically jumped to his feet and extended his arm, pointing his sword at the now twitching second body. He’d watched countless dying men in his years to recognize the futility of speech following a fatal blow. But even the raspiness of a bullet to the throat couldn’t mask the voice he’d imprinted over a lifetime.

Moonbeams glistened off the fresh stream of red trickling down Clavis’s paling lips as he struggled to sit up, staring golden daggers into his brother’s vacant eyes.

“All your fault!” he screeched, and at once Chevalier felt the light of the moon taking weight, enclosing upon him and suspending his still-sore limbs, pinning them against his frame and contracting tighter and tighter. He tried to break free, to rip his arms away and reach both of them, one of them, either of them, but his thrashing only accomplished his sword slipping from his grasp and a splitting pain pounding in his skull, growing and growing until all he could see was endless white and hear an ear-splitting scream he couldn’t pin to a source.

As quickly as the squeezing began, it ended. Chevalier’s arms vibrated with the floatiness of surfacing from the saltiest ocean, drenched and stinging, as he breathed deeply in and out his nose and scanned his surroundings. Night shrouded his vision again but he couldn’t spot the moon. He tried shifting his legs when he realized he was sitting now, on something lusciously soft. He lowered his still-shaking hand only to discover it clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword. Didn’t he drop it? He swiveled his head to his other hand and found the whites of his knuckles clutched in the fingers of another. Your fingers.

The next breaths released easier than the firsts, and he could finally make out the familiar scent of his room. Just a dream, he thought. He rested the sword beside him on the bed and leaned over you, brushing his slowly steadying fingers through your hair. A nightmare, but nonetheless a dream. He looped a clump around his finger and tucked it behind your ear, the motion that never failed to make you giggle, your soft snores filling his senses and calming the last of his heaving breaths. But just when he thought he was about to puff out the last of them, it caught in his throat at the sight of the red bump poking from underneath your fringe.

No. No. It was all a dream. You never got hurt. He never hurt you. You were safe and sound here at the palace, reading books and drinking tea with…

Clavis.

Chevalier meticulously pried his fingers from yours and kicked the covers off. Now out of bed, he could see the measly moonlight shining through the high windows. It paled in comparison to that in his dream (was it really just a dream?), but he still easily maneuvered his way around his desk and chairs to the closet following his mind map. That was one memory he could trust, at least.

He peeled his nightclothes off his sweaty form and quickly dressed himself, mind running abuzz with all the locations he might find his marauding brother. He didn’t recall giving Clavis any instructions before retiring for the night, but on the other hand he certainly might have, so it was anyone’s guess where the third prince could be prancing at this hour. In the faction office catching up on work. In the garden laying his daily trap quota. On the grounds patrolling for trespassers so Chevalier could get some sleep.

Chevalier fastened his belt and slipped his boots on impatiently. He nearly clawed the door off its hinges, but stopped himself when he felt off balance. Pawing at his side, he turned back to the bed where he remembered he left his sword. He grumbled under his breath and restarted the process of weaving his way through the maze, but tripped and fell on his knees when his foot caught in something.

Chevalier’s icy glare bore holes in the guilty chair that caused his fall, but he didn’t dare make a move lest you were on the verge of waking. Instead, he counted the seconds raking through his brain to determine the origin of the condemned piece of furniture. It wasn’t one of the usual staples of his room. Did Clavis leave it in the way as a prank? No, that would be too tame for his standards. Or was that just what he’d want him to think?

He pressed his fist to his temple as his mind swirled with conflicting thoughts battling to dominate his psyche. What was that chair doing here? Where was Clavis? What was he up to? Did he actually bring the chair? What was that chair doing here? Was Clavis hurt? How did you get hurt? Did you trip on the chair, too? What was that wretched chair doing here?

“My King?” you yawned, stirring. Chevalier stayed silent as a mouse while you patted his side of the bed, hoping you’d succumb to sleepiness and give up soon. But then he remembered the unsheathed blade sitting precariously close to your roaming fingers and leapt to retrieve it, making you sit up in alarm. He avoided your bewildered gaze as he secured the sword to his belt and marched back to the door.

“Ch-Chevalier?” you called hesitantly.

“Go back to sleep,” he commanded. His voice came out gravelly, but whether that was due to the summer heat or lack of use he wasn’t sure.

“But… where are you going?”

“To see Clavis,” he almost barked. So many questions, why couldn’t you just let him do what he needed to? Why couldn’t you just trust him and stay put where he knows you’ll be safe? Far away from any stray bullets or blades or out-of-control flying helmets.

But of course, you were never one to keep quiet when your perspectives differed. It was why he chose you to stand by his side, after all. You were eloquent and firm, able to see through the haze in those rare moments his mind clouded. And right now, you were the lighthouse on his aimless voyage through the thickest fog.

“But Clavis is in Obsidian for the merger negotiations.”

Chevalier stalled his footsteps and dissected what you’d said. The words flurried around his skull, wiping away the chattering lies and unveiling the truth. You were right, Clavis left with Yves last week bound for Obsidian following the adoption of the four-way peace treaty. At the same time, the twins traveled to Benitoite and Jin accompanied Luke to Jade. A triad of delegations comprised of princes from both factions; a testament to Rhodolite’s commitment to cooperation and to the magnitude of this historic alliance. An alliance Chevalier devised long before the dawn of his reign and executed seconds after the title left the Belle’s lips. An alliance sentencing his brothers to the whims of three nations usurped by their smallest neighbor overnight.

The pounding in his skull returned, and Chevalier raised a hand to his temple to quench it. But this time, the pain erupted from a source of realization. The mysterious chair was a gift he’d given you when you’d officially moved into his room. The bump on your forehead came from when you and Leon baked him a “Chin up, King!” cake and you’d tried reaching for a bowl from a high shelf. And the fallen soldier from his dream was merely a character from a romance novel he’d read a few nights prior. The novel where the protagonist’s heartbroken younger brother was lured to turn on his family before tragically losing his life to fratricide. The novel with the colorful life-like illustrations that managed to burn into his consciousness as believably as reality. The novel that you recommended he read to calm down after the princes’ departures.

Chevalier involuntarily jerked his free hand when he felt yours curling around his fingers. He hadn’t noticed you slipping out of bed and crossing up to him, and though a tinge of fear flashed across your eyes you kept your stance and reached again. This time, Chevalier didn’t shy away as he allowed you to pull him toward the bed. He didn’t resist when you unclasped his scabbard and set it on the table. He didn’t protest when you rid him of his heavy white coat and pressed his shoulders to sit. He didn’t argue when you pointed at his gloves and boots then climbed back to your side of the bed. And he didn’t complain when you cupped his head and rested it squarely over your heart, tucking him back under the covers and combing your fingers through his hair as he leveled his breathing and nuzzled closer.

“We’ll write to him first thing in the morning. Promise,” you whispered.

Chevalier closed his eyes and hummed in agreement.

“And you don’t have any meetings tomorrow, correct? Let’s take the day off.”

Chevalier nodded, catching a loose ribbon from your nightdress and twiddling it in his fingers.

“The weather’s been lovely as of late. We could take a stroll through the garden and have a picnic under the summer blossoms. Or we could head into town and visit the new café that opened up. Licht told me they make wonderful cream puffs. And we could invite Leon to come along, too—”

Chevalier grunted and you laughed into his hair, disrupting the work you put into smoothing down his bedhead. “Alright, alright. We’ll bring some back for him, then.”

You continued listing caboodles of summer activities into his scalp, pausing only to hear his wordless opinions before recommending something new. Eventually his responses ceased and you looked down at his sleeping form with a smile. Brushing his sweaty fringe back, you pressed your forehead against his, filling his thoughts with warm wishes and good dreams for the king who deserved nothing less.

Tagging: @atelieredux @queengiuliettafirstlady @violettduchess @ikemen-prince-gift-exchange

#ikemen prince #ikepri #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #seasons of love gift exchange #scorchie writes #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: war #tw: guns #tw: night terrors

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Day One: Food Play [Midsummer Masquerade 2022]

@the-midsummer-masquerade

Featuring my Palace Librarian!Lyra and @amuseoffire‘s OC, Bakri.

If it weren’t for the other Palace Guards hauling away the drunk, Lyra wouldn’t have known that Bakri was a guard-for-hire. He blended well with the scantily-clad crowd: the shiny decoration over his shoulders, the gleam of his buttons, and his domino mask . . .

He was, in a word, handsome.

In thanks, Lyra grabbed a bowl full of cherries. When she offered it to him, Bakri gave her an amused smile in turn. The young butch directed her toward a secluded enough space. Through an inconspicuous entry and behind a gauzy curtain, a table and two four-legged chairs awaited.

He’d meet her there in a few minutes.

Finding a small paring knife, Lyra starts to halve the cherries. While busy discarding the pits into a small rubbish bin, the librarian didn’t notice Bakri peer in a while later.

Lyra starts at the knocking of the curtained entryway. Upon seeing Bakri however, she relaxes. She beckoned him to sit across from her.

Before she can pass him the bowl of halved cherries, Bakri takes one that remained on the cutting board. Making eye contact with her, he bites into it.

Lyra’s mouth hangs open. Her eyes are locked on the tiny streams of juice dripping from Bakri’s lips. The librarian flushes pink when the corners of those lips quirk upward. Bakri’s tongue peeks out, swiping over the skin of his chin.

Oh . . . oh those eyes. Lyra felt like he was undressing her with just his gaze!

“So . . .” Bakri drawls, making Lyra squirm, “what brings you to the Midsummer Masquerade?”

A/N: Thanks go to skye for letting me borrow Bakri for this prompt. While not as explicit as other pieces I’ve seen/read, I hope you guys enjoyed looking at the moodboard and reading this!

#The Arcana #vesuviaafterdark #fan apprentice #magicianapprenticelyra #landsofnayir #Palace Librarian Lyra #OCs #OC x OC #citrus scale #citrus implied #moodboard

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gigslist · 3 years

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Monsterpalooza Horror Convention 2022

MONSTERPALOOZA – June 3, 2022 – June 5, 2022. Pasadena, CA

The Monsterpalooza Horror Convention is multigenre; focusing on horror, creatures and make-up work. The convention takes place every Spring at the Pasadena Convention Center. A smaller offshoot convention, “Son of Monsterpalooza” is held at the Marriot Burbank Convention Center and Hotel in the Fall.

Be sure to make plans to join the tens of thousands of fans who attend both conventions to see horror celebrities and others from the film industry. Both conventions also highlight presentations, panels and workshops. The spring Monsterpalooza event features a museum. Displays of screen-used props, masks, life-size figures and movie creatures from participating Hollywood FX studios and artists are featured. The workshops focus on the craft; makeup demonstrations and creature effects. The emphasis is on classic horror. Featuring characters from B Movies of Hollywood’s Golden Age. Over the years, Monsterpalooza has hosted famous actors and industry personalities, including Robert Englund, Kane Hodder, Jennifer Tilly, George Romero, Martin Landau, James Remar, Sonny Chiba, and Linda Blair.

Director Guillermo del Toro summed it up on his Twitter that Monsterpalooza is “the monster convention I dreamt could be possible as a kid”.[6] Brian Collins from Birth. Movies. Death. calls it the “best horror convention of all”.

At Son of Monsterpalooza, in addition to a selection of incredible artists, the convention floor features creatures coming to life right before your very eyes. Live makeup demos by award winning makeup artists; many of which are responsible for bringing your favorite characters from film, television and haunted attractions to life, will be a real highlight of your visit.

Experience special exhibits showcasing original creations from top film and independent artists. Be sure to sit in on special presentations in the Son of Monsterpalooza Theatre for hours of panels featuring your favorite film stars, directors and artists

Enter the Son of Monsterpalooza COSTUME CONTEST for a chance to win cash prizes. Plus much more all weekend!!

Son of Monsterpalooza features some of Hollywood’s biggest talents and independent artists selling their creations; in most cases only be found at this convention. Exhibitors sell products, such as one of a kind masks, hyper-realistic sculptures, costumes, props, collectibles, toys, model kits, makeup, supplies,m prosthetics, celebrity autographs, DVD’s, apparel, and much more!

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Pasadena Convention Center 300 E Green StPasadena, CA 91101 MQY 8-10, 2020

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The Marriott Burbank Convention Center & Hotel 2500 N. Hollywoodway, Burbank, CA 91505

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5 Things We Know About Flying This Summer If the start of spring break is any indication — when an average of more than a million fliers a day passed through security at U.S. airports — domestic summer travel is poised to pop. Airlines have been expanding their route networks, especially in vacation destinations, as competition for leisure travelers heats up. Leisure travelers are expected to lead the recovery as business travel continues to lag. Here are five things we know about flying this summer. The skies will be busier, the planes fuller According to the airline industry group Airlines for America, passenger volume on U.S. carriers was down 53 percent in mid-March compared to pre-Covid-19 levels, but up from the darkest days of the pandemic, when it bottomed out below 90 percent. With the soft bounce, only Delta Air Lines has continued to block middle seats through April. It would not comment on an extension. (Alaska Airlines is keeping middle seats open in its Premium Class through May 31). “My expectation is that Delta is going to get rid of the blocked middle seat policy,” said Henry Harteveldt, president of the travel consultancy Atmosphere Research Group, citing continuing vaccinations for building traveler confidence and competition from other airlines. “Delta realizes it will have to compete more on price than in the past.” Though the average plane in recent weeks has been about 64 percent full, summer is looking busier. The airfare app Hopper found searches for domestic travel rose nearly 60 percent for summer travel since Feb. 20, comparable to searches in Jan. 2020, before the pandemic. Helane Becker, an airline analyst at the investment bank Cowen, forecast domestic leisure travel this summer to grow to within five percent of prepandemic levels, while business and international travel will remain 80 to 90 percent off. “People are sick of this paradise prison in their homes,” Ms. Becker said. “I think we’ll see what I call a jailbreak this summer.” Higher airfares are headed into low-cost headwinds With more people traveling, airfares will go up, according to Peter Belobaba, who researches the global airline industry at Massachusetts Institute of Technology. But travelers can expect prices to yo-yo as airlines carefully manage seat pricing. “It’s difficult to get a cheap fare to Honolulu on a Friday, but it’s pretty easy to get a low fare to Boise on a Tuesday morning,” he said. Hopper predicts summer airfares to increase by about 12 percent in May, but to stay low, with the average domestic round-trip flight estimated to top out around $257 in midsummer, compared to about $230 now. But without business travelers who tend to spend more and fly more, airlines will lack the power to raise fares significantly. The trade organization Global Business Travel Association doesn’t expect a full business travel recovery before 2025. The expansion of low-cost carriers during the pandemic is likely to keep prices down. “Leisure low-cost carriers will be back to 2019 levels this summer, maybe even a little bit higher,” said Savanthi Syth, an airline analyst at Raymond James & Associates. Southwest Airlines plans to begin service to Myrtle Beach, S.C., this summer, one of 17 destinations it has added or announced in the pandemic, including Palm Springs, Calif., and Bozeman, Mont. Spirit Airlines is adding St. Louis, Mo., and Milwaukee. Shortly after Feb. 23, when Spirit announced it would serve Louisville, Ky., a Hopper survey found competing fares from Louisville to Las Vegas went from $330 to $225 round-trip. “By the end of the year, there will likely be six budget airlines battling for travelers,” Mr. Harteveldt said, citing two low-cost carriers, Breeze Airways and Avelo Airlines, expected to launch this year. “The more low-fare airlines, the more low-fare seats available to the public, not just on these airlines, but on carriers that compete with them.” Flexible terms will tighten, as voucher dates loosen During the pandemic, most airlines eliminated their cancellation and change fees (though Southwest never charged them), but the rules are changing for some of the cheapest fares. By April, basic economy tickets at American and Delta will become nonrefundable and nonchangeable, as they were before the pandemic. United said it hasn’t decided whether to extend the waiver on basic fares past March 31. Beginning April 1, JetBlue passengers buying the carrier’s basic fare will be subject to change and cancellation fees. Ultra-low-cost carriers are also ditching waivers. Spirit is suspending fees on tickets booked only through the end of March. After March 31, change fees at Frontier Airlines will range from zero to $59, depending on when a ticket is changed. Many travelers who had to cancel their plans since the pandemic have received vouchers for use on future flights that normally expire after a year. A study by TripActions, a business travel management company, found that 55 percent of vouchers for unused tickets will expire in 2021, and 45 percent in 2022. The fight for refunds from pandemic-related cancellations continues. This month, Consumer Reports and U.S. Public Interest Research Group sent a letter to 10 airlines demanding refunds if requested — citing the nearly 90,000 refund complaints received by the U.S. Department of Transportation in 2020, representing 87 percent of all complaints about airlines — and an extension of voucher expirations to the end of 2022. While several airlines have extended the expiration dates through 2021 or 2022, it’s important to read the fine print on the form of credit issued by an airline as terms vary. “Even in extending vouchers, airlines are trying to do anything they can to engender good will among travelers, but also to try to hold onto travelers’ money,” said Scott Keyes, the founder of Scott’s Cheap Flights. Passengers will still be masking between bites Move over, Biscoff cookies. Chicken wraps and Coca-Cola are poised to make a comeback. During the pandemic, many airlines reduced or eliminated food service, but this summer, Frontier Airlines plans to resume food sales. United said it will adjust its policies in the coming weeks. Southwest plans to add soft drinks in addition to cups of water with its snacks. Delta implemented a new touchless paying system on March 16 for onboard sales, currently limited to earbuds, but expected to expand to food and drink. “This is one of the biggest gripes passengers have about flying right now,” Mr. Harteveldt said, noting that in many airports, concessions remain closed, making it hard for travelers to bring their own food on board. “If health considerations are improving to where restaurants can reopen and if industry-funded research shows airplanes are one of the cleanest and safest places to be, and you layer in vaccinations, I think airlines have no choice than to plan to resume cabin service.” Most observers say the protocols airlines put in place to make the public feel safe about flying again — especially deep cleaning and mask mandates — will continue. Airlines had mask mandates before the Biden administration’s executive order went into effect Feb. 1. Implementing the order, the Transportation Security Administration requires masks in airports and on planes until May 11. A T.S.A. spokeswoman said it was too soon to say what will happen after that date, but given airline support, masks are likely to be required going forward. “Airlines for America carriers have been requiring face-coverings for all passengers and customer-facing employees since last April, and this policy will remain in place for the duration of the pandemic,” wrote Katherine Estep, a spokeswoman for group, in an email. A recent J.D. Power survey of more than 1,500 travelers in airports found 58 percent said requiring masks was the most important safety measure for airports to adopt; 42 percent said they would likely continue mask-wearing and social distancing through 2021 and beyond. Even if you can eat in the air, don’t expect to remove the masks for prolonged periods. “Masks must be worn between bites and sips,” United says on its website. There will be easier access to the great outdoors The lack of international and business travel has scrambled the airline route map. Flights to international business destinations like London and Frankfurt were trimmed in favor of more flights to vacation destinations, particularly in Florida and Mountain States like Montana. Comparing March 2021 to March 2019, nearly all states saw declines in scheduled flights. Only traffic to South Dakota and Montana grew. Most carriers are announcing new service to leisure destinations in time for summer and in many cases are offering convenient point-to-point service, modeled on low-cost carriers, rather than routing fliers through hubs. There are new flights to Honolulu from Austin, Texas, coming in April on Hawaiian Airlines. With partners JetBlue and Alaska, American is adding 10 routes from Austin. Southwest plans to extend its original winter service to Telluride and Steamboat Springs, Colo., through the summer. JetBlue recently added Miami and Key West, Fla., and Allegiant is new to Key West, Jackson, Wyo., and Portland, Ore. While the trend may be rural, bargains remain in cities. “U.S. cities are very affordable this summer, and appear poised to make a comeback,” wrote Mel Dohmen, a spokeswoman at the online travel agency Orbitz in an email, noting flights to Chicago, New York City, San Francisco, Los Angeles and Seattle are all cheaper this July compared to July 2019. Source link Orbem News #flying #summer

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Day 6: Overstimulation & Dirty Talk (Valerius x Donna)

The lovers take a much-needed moment for themselves. Unbeknownst to Donna, Valerius is still full of surprises this evening.

Fic includes (other than the prompts): magical tentacle dicks, anal sex, vaginal sex (with a human cock lol), outdoors sex, a whole lotta love and tenderness, Donna being forced to accept compliments about themself

W/C: 3.5 k

A/N: Bottomvalerius??? writing top Valerius???? it's more likely than you think. this is as vanilla as it gets (if you count tentacle riding vanilla), but this is also probably my favorite thing I've written for this entire event :') What better way to make up from an argument than having loud sex outdoors?? The full fic is undercut this time and will be posted to AO3 later!

MINORS DNI OR I TAKE YA LUNCH MONEY🤺🤺🤺

Valerius sighed, cracking his back before taking another long sip of his wine. He was sitting on the edge of one of the garden’s fountains, his hair blowing softly in the night’s cool air. Most of the party had turned inside with the late hour; only a few clusters of people and couples were spread out, most smoking and touching and laughing and moaning. Inside, he knew, was on fire, the late hour and flowing drinks only encouraging everyone’s fantasies to come to life even more vividly.

Admittedly, Valerius felt a sense of dread at the thought of going in for another round of excitement. He was getting old, he mused; he was no longer the young man who ran from room to room at every party he went to, greedy and happy to be tossed from stranger to stranger. He longed for a long, tender embrace, for a quiet space to rest. That, he knew, would revitalize him.

“Darling?”

Gods, he wondered how Donna always came to him when he needed them most. He was sure it was witchcraft—there was no other explanation as to how they seemed to materialize out of thin air in front of him. Had he truly been so lost in thought that he didn’t see them?

“Donatello…” Valerius winced at the strain in his tone; he knew he would have no voice by tomorrow. “I was just about to go look for you.”

“You and I had the same idea it seems,” they laughed; they, too, sounded so tired. He could see fresh marks on their neck and wrists; they were having fun, a lot of it, too. Were those... suction marks on his legs? It wasn't like he could judge. He was sure he looked just as roughed up; Tasya and Nadia had put him through the wringer. “It’s so lovely out here, though.”

“It is…” Valerius paused to yawn, trying to stifle it with his hand. Donna laughed as they pushed his bangs from his face.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk. That’ll wake us up.”

For once, Valerius removed his shoes as they two linked arms. Donna carried them for him, keeping them slung over their shoulder as they rested their head on his. He breathed in the smell of their hair deeply; they were sweaty, yes, but he could still smell the perfume they knew he liked on their skin. They must have freshened up before looking for him.

“I really am sorry about earlier,” Donna finally whispered as they both made some distance between the other guests. “I should have… I shouldn’t have said all of that. It was selfish of me.”

“Selfish?”

“I know you don’t like it when I talk like that.” Valerius frowned; they were trying to keep their tone light, playful even, but they refused to look at him, “I should have been more considerate of your headspace. I didn’t want you to start the night so upset like that.”

“Donatello.”

Donna blinked as both of their arms were suddenly being held; Valerius turned them so they had to look up to him. So his dominant streak was not yet over, it seemed.

“I’m not upset that you said things that… well, that upset me.” Or perhaps not; Valerius was struggling to express himself properly, and it was clear on his face he was growing more flustered. Still, Donna said nothing, instead nodding their head, encouraging him to continue. “What I mean is… What upsets me is that you talk so poorly about yourself. What upsets me is that you still think so lowly of yourself, that you think you’re something I need to be… ashamed of? Like you’re some accessory for me.”

“It’s not that, I—”

“But it is that. We’re not just a matching pair, you’re not just… just entertainment. And I’m so sorry you feel that way, that I or anyone has ever made you feel that way—”

“Valerius, please, you don’t—”

“Do you know I love you, Donna?”

Donna had stopped breathing for a moment, their mouth agape as they blinked up at Valerius with wide eyes. His hands had slowly trailed from their arms up to their cheeks; he held their face, his entire body trembling, his bottom lip quivering as he softly pulled them closer. They needed to grip his arms to keep their balance.

“Valerius, of course, I love you so much—”

“But you know that I love you, yes? You feel it, don’t you?”

“Of course I do… Of course, I do.” Donna’s voice broke as they crumbled into Valerius’s waiting arms. He held them closer to himself by their waist; their hands easily weaved around his neck as they buried their face into his chest. “I’m so sorry if I made you think—”

“No more apologizing. Just… just follow me.”

Donna sniffled as Valerius held their hand, quickly leading them to an abandoned gazebo. It was deep enough into the gardens that the roar of the party was a mere whisper in the wind. Donna shivered as they stepped up the stone steps; Valerius pulled them closer, his body warm and inviting.

Easily, as if second nature, the two pulled one another in for a kiss; their mouths moved on their own accord as they weaved their fingers through one another’s hair. Over and over, they brought their lips together, tilting their heads this way and that as they moaned lightly.

“I will show you my love,” Valerius breathed it on their lips; Donna let out a small moan in response, their eyelids fluttering. “I will show you exactly how I feel. Do you want me to? Do you want me?”

All at once, their hair erupted into a vivid pink.

“Yes, gods, yes. Always.”

Donna was practically dragging Valerius to the floor with them; they no longer minded the chill of the stone, of the gardens. They only cared about Valerius, only cared about the slight tremor to his lovely hands as he stroked their face. They only cared about his quivering lower lip, that mouth that always seemed to be a permanent pout. They kissed him again, unable to stop themself from kissing those lips over and over. He laid them on their back so gingerly, as if they would break into pieces if he wasn’t careful.

He was so different from all the others. So different than Sam with his brutish, welcomed roughness. So different than Nadia and her methodical, intoxicating precision. So different than even Asra and his trained, thoughtful reverence. There was always an awkwardness in what Valerius did, a level of boyish uncertainty; it was jarring for a man so beautiful to be so insecure. Perhaps, and this thought made Donna freeze, he thought the same thing about them? Questioned the same thing as their own hands trembled, as they stuttered over their words of praise, of love, as if he would disappear into the night air.

“I love you,” they breathed out again, like it was a prayer, as Valerius brought his warm lips to their neck. They arched up into him, tilting their head back as they clung to him. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Donna, look at me—I need you to look at me, please.”

“I’m here, beloved,” Donna whispered, looking back down and bringing their foreheads together. They held Valerius’s face in their smaller hands as he worked off their panties. They spread their legs for him without needing to be asked, grinding their hips to his. Welcoming him.“I’m right here.”

“You are so beautiful, Donna. Every day I find something new to admire about you. It’s maddening, really.”

“Like you’re one to talk—”

“We’re not talking about me,” Valerius almost shouted, his tone suddenly scathing. He quickly kissed both of Donna’s cheeks, gently shushing them as he stroked their hair. “I’m talking about you. Let me talk about you.”

Donna could only nod their head as they bit down on their lip, snuffing out whatever protest was on their tongue. Valerius smiled, kissing them once more on their lips before pulling away. He almost bent down again when Donna reached for him, but he remained kneeling above them.

“Can you… I mean, I would like to ride you. If you would like to… do the thing you can do.”

Donna couldn’t help but laugh, their resolve finally breaking. Surprisingly, Valerius laughed with them, his shaky seriousness dissolving. He used to be so insecure in these moments, so unused to happy laughter and not laughter pointed at his expense.

“Of course, my love. Do you want your favorite?”

“You know me so well. It’s—”

“Maddening?”

“... show off.”

Donna laughed again, this time softer, as they moved their fingers between the lips of their sex. Valerius watched with wide eyes as their hair quickly shifted from a deep blush to a dark mauve. A curious, glittery glow emitted from between their thighs before a long, purple tendril emerged, noticeably slick and ribbed and winding upward. Valerius inhaled a deep breath, his own cock rising to attention at just the sight of it. Very quickly, he worked off his own panties, never taking his eyes off of them.

He couldn’t help but smirk as Donna made it wiggle, curling the tip of the tentacle in a mock-wave hello. They were so predictable. Perhaps he knew them as much as they knew him? The thought was terrifying and exhilarating.

“For one, I love that you can do that,” Valerius huffed out as he began to mount them. Donna leaned up on their elbows, subconsciously rubbing Valerius’s arms as he balanced himself above them. “I love that you even got me to admit I would want this.”

“It did take some convincing, didn’t it?”

“Yes, you have that effect on me. I love that too.”

Valerius chuckled as he shook his hair out of his face. Donna linked their hands together as Valerius grabbed the base of their tentacle with his other hand. He positioned them so their tip was already poised for his entrance; he held them there, shuddering as they twitched against him. It sent sparks of pleasure up his spine; he writhed against them.

“Shouldn’t we prepare you—” Donna began but Valerius placed a finger to their lips, shushing them.

“No more talking, at least not from you. You just lie here and let me do everything. Do you trust me?”

Donna nodded quickly, their hair returning to that bright pink color. He could tell that their roots were a darker red; this happened often when they made love like this, equal parts lustful and loving.

“Watch me, Donatello. I’m only so good with you watching me.”

Cupping their face, Valerius slowly lowered himself down the length of their cock. Donna let out a wet cry, their brows knitting together at the pulsing warmth. Valerius hissed, a wide grin on his face at the burn of being filled. While the tip of the tendril was thin, the base of their cock flared out much wider—they knew he liked them long and large.

“Gods, yes, that’s it. It’s perfect—you’re perfect.” Valerius moaned, shutting his eyes as he settled neatly onto their cock, sitting down fully. Donna panted, their hands now resting on his thighs as they struggled not to immediately begin rutting up into him. Valerius laughed, a strained noise. “Look at you. Anyone else would have thrown me onto my back, would have… would have been fucking me like some animal. But not you. Not unless I beg you.”

“Valerius—”

“Shh,” Valerius shushed them again as he began working his hips up and down. Donna could only groan, closing their eyes again. “You see? You’re so sweet, Donna. It drives me crazy—you just grew a tentacle for me to fuck myself with, and you’re concerned about making sure I’m comfortable.” “Of course I am.”

“No, not of course. You think… You think these people all think like you? You think anyone can fuck me like this?”

Donna looked at a loss for words, their eyes scanning everywhere above themself but Valerius. Valerius moved quicker, slapping their skin together as he clutched their shoulders. He felt so full, could feel every twist and rib of their tentacle as they began moving it inside of him, curling it and twisting it. Without needing to be told, they conjured more lube, allowing him to work them in and out of himself easier.

“Do you hear that? Do you hear how good you sound inside of me?”

“Stars, Valerius!”

“I can’t help it. Not with you. Some days, all I want to do is this, ride you until I can’t walk anymore and then fuck you until I can’t think. I want you to use every part of me before I use every part of you.”

Donna gritted their teeth as they tried to twist and grind the tip of their tentacle right where they knew it would make Valerius see stars. They were almost instantly rewarded as he screamed, tilting his head back as a wide smile was splayed on his face.

“Valerius, you’re—”

“Loud? Who cares! I want all of Vesuvia to see me like this, right here with you! Gods, Donna, do you feel it? Do you feel how much I love you, love being with you? Every part of me is pulling you in—every part of me wants you!”

As he shouted, Valerius began to stroke his erection in time with his frantic thrusting. Donna had finally begun rutting into him too; their grip on his thighs was near bruising now, their nails digging into his skin.

“I love your magic. I love your laugh. I love your lips. I love your hair when you just wake up. I love your makeup when you sleep with it on. I love your cock, stars, and I love your pussy too. And your ass, of course, I love that beautiful ass of yours. And your laugh—”

“You said my laugh already—!”

“It’s worth saying twice! Over and over, even.”

“You sound crazy, Valerius—”

“I am crazed, Donna! Isn’t it clear? I’m crazy about you!” Valerius sounded near tears, his voice rising in shrillness and volume. Donna could hardly think of anything to say, their immediate response only being to deflect. Deflect this praise, this unashamed declaration of love. They would do it to him—that had done it to him. But it was so different to receive it, to have to lie there as Valerius laid himself bare to them. “If I need to do this every day, I will. I’ll give myself to you every day, in private or in front of the whole world, if it means showing you how much I love you, how beautiful you are to me.”

“I don’t… I don’t need that, I just need you. Please, hold me, Valerius. Please just hold me, touch me—”

“You’re close, I can feel it. You can finish inside of me. Look at me, look at me while you cum inside of me.” Valerius’s hands quickly cupped Donna’s face, his thumbs rubbing under their eyes, smearing teary makeup away. They were crying out into his hands, their legs twitching, as they pumped into him with a frenzied pace. He rocked with them, meeting their hips with every barely contained thrust. “Cum in me, Donna. Cum in me, please, I need you. I need you too, don’t you see? Don’t you see I’m here too?”

“Yes… Yes, I see you, my love, I see you!”

“My light, my stars, my everything,” Valerius whispered, his own breath hitching as he felt his impending orgasm coming closer and closer to the edge. He refused to touch himself, though, instead holding Donna close as they cried out their climax. “That’s it; I want you to fill me, Donna. I want to be dripping with you.”

Valerius shuddered at the burning wetness inside of him; he hissed, keeping his hips planted down, as he milked out every drop of their orgasm. Donna was nearly delirious, unable to speak as they pushed their face into his hands, absently kissing his palms.

He finally moved off of them, already missing the feeling of fullness, of warmth. He smiled as he felt them leak out of him; how perverse. How lovely. Donna only shivered, groaning as they were once again exposed to the cold. That didn’t last, though; as their tentacle slowly withdrew, Valerius was mounting them again, this time spreading their legs as he knelt between them.

“Valerius…?”

“Everything. I want your everything. Is this okay? Can you handle more?”

“More…? More may kill me…”

“But of course you want it.”

“I want you.”

Despite still reeling from their last orgasm, Donna looped their legs around Valerius’s waist and reached their hands out for him to lean closer. He kept his face close to theirs, dragging his lips over their skin as he positioned his pulsing cock between the wetness of their lips. His head felt hot, so hot against them.

“Keep looking at me, darling. Keep looking at me while I fuck you. I can feel it, feel how much you want me, how much you crave me. Do you feel me, too?”

“Gods, yes. You’re so hard—I feel you twitching.”

“It’s all for you. All of me is for you, Donna.”

Donna cried out as Valerius slowly began to push into them; they dug their legs into his back tighter as they gripped his shoulders for support. He was so slow, so purposeful, with that first plunge inside of them. He wanted them to feel every inch of himself, every throb, every twitch. Their cunt clenched around him instantly; he was right: they craved him, every part of him.

“I won’t ever get tired of this. I won’t ever get tired of making love to you. I’m yours, Donna. I’m all yours. Do you want me?”

As Valerius spoke, he finally began to move his hips once again, rocking into them with growing urgency. He knew he would never last long, but he needed to at least bring them to orgasm a second time. And with them so overstimulated like this, still so cloudy from their last one, he knew he could do it.

“I want you. I want you so bad, Valerius! Fuck, you feel so good inside of me—fucking you, being fucked by you, it doesn’t matter: I want you, I love you.”

“That’s… That’s my line.”

“It’s worth saying… saying twice—Oh! Yes! Right there! Fuck me right there!”

Valerius let out a low growl, moving his hands to brace himself on the ground as he began properly pounding into them. Donna’s legs hung helplessly in the air as he drilled into them with a brutal pace, their sobs of encouragement urging him on more and more.

“You feel it? Do you feel me, Donna?”

“Yes! Gods, yes! I love you, Valerius! I love that you love me, Valerius!”

“Keep saying my name, Donna. Make me yours. Make everyone know I’m yours.”

“Valerius! Oh, Valerius!”

Donna’s frantic cries bled into a shrill scream; arching their back off the ground, they tightened around Valerius as they teetered over the edge once again. Their entire cunt felt electrified, every cell on their body screaming for more, screaming for him. In an instant, Valerius was pulling out of them, shouting as he almost instantly came. His cum coated their stomach as his erection hung from his waist, drooping as the remainder of his orgasm dribbled from the tip.

Donna panted, their eyes glazed over and face on fire and covered in sweat. They could feel their heartbeat in their clit, their chest heaving. Valerius sat above them, never taking his eyes off of them.

“You look so beautiful when you’re ravished.”

“Valerius… if you call me beautiful one more time… they will have to send me away.”

“Oh? As in…?”

“As in I love you so much, but if you keep this up, I’ll be either dead or mad.”

Valerius could only laugh, his voice breaking before he flopped down to Donna’s side. The stone was uncomfortable; in hindsight, he should have chosen a better location. He was sure Donna’s back was aching. Of course, they didn’t show it; they nuzzled close to him, looping their arms together into a warm, sticky embrace.

“That was… wonderful. You were amazing. Like some horny, feral beast,” Donna whispered as they traced patterns into Valerius’s back. He hummed, pressing their cheeks together. “I should write down all of the things you said to torture you with later.”

“It seemed only fair. You can’t be the only horny monster. Sometimes I should be one too.”

“Ha! I’m a monster now? I thought I was beautiful and perfect and et cetera, et cetera.”

Donna blinked as Valerius cupped their face again, his expression serious. Gods, they couldn’t possibly do another round—but if he insisted, then…

“You are a horny monster. And you are beautiful and perfect, et cetera, et cetera.”

“Oh…”

“And don’t you forget it.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Dom, sir.”

The two laughed at that together before falling into a peaceful, dreamy silence. They caught their breaths, allowing the chill of the night to cool down their fervent lovemaking. Perhaps they would quickly wash up before Nadia’s final task for them? The idea seemed very appealing.

“Donatello? Valerius? Is this where my little lambs have gone to?”

Or perhaps not.

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