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I feel like if you gave the Mournival one of those cactus toys that repeat what you say, they would be occupied for like good five hours.

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More of this energy.

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The Dark Tongue, from the Realm of Chaos book 2.

The official language of Chaos in Warhammer.

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Merci! Pardon my ADHD that I didn't ask your permission in advance. I somehow got so fascinated by your ideas, I jsut hyperfocused on writing.

Seems like you're not angry with me, so I guess all is ok) I also tried to handle the source w/respect and care.

LORGAR NSFW ALPHABET

Tags: @incrediblethirst, @iluminatka16, @absynthe-mind

i live with the ideas of virgin church boy Lorgar with high libido don't blame me

A = Aftercare

Lorgar is tenderness embodied after sex. He’ll wrap your body in silks, murmur praise as if reciting sacred scripture, and hold you close as if your breath sustains him. He thanks you. Truly. As if your shared passion was a gift from the divine.

B = Body Part

Your eyes. They’re the windows to your belief, your devotion, your shame. He watches them closely when you fall apart for him, seeking salvation in every flutter.

C = Cum

Messy. He’s embarrassed about it at first, how much he gives, how warm it is, how needy he sounds when he finishes, but part of him also delights in it. Watching it drip out of you leaves him flushed and wordless.

D = Dirty Secret

He’s written psalms about you. Explicit ones. Poetry blending religious fervor and graphic lust. They're hidden among his scriptures and if you ever find them? He’ll go red, then bend you over the altar in penance.

E = Experience

Theoretical genius, practical virgin. He’s read forbidden texts. He’s fantasized endlessly. He knows what should happen. But when it comes to actually doing it? He’s hesitant, flushed, reverent and wildly eager to learn.

F = Favorite Position

Missionary, at least at first. He needs to see your face, kiss you constantly, and stay wrapped around you like he’s afraid the moment will end too soon. Later, once he’s more confident? Cowgirl. Nothing drives him mad like watching you take control while he melts beneath you.

G = Goofy

Not naturally goofy, but adorably awkward. Gets flustered when you undress, stammers if you tease him. Might gasp and apologize mid-thrust for being too rough when he’s barely begun. You’ll have to coax him into confidence.

H = Hair

Soft, fine, a silken trail that leads down from a narrow waist. You stroke your fingers through it and he shudders like you’ve whispered blasphemy in his ear. He probably tried to remove it before your first time, ritual cleansing and all.

I = Intimacy

Off the charts. Every moment is sacred. He wants to touch you, hold you, worship you. He kisses between thrusts, clutches your hand when he cums, buries his face in your neck and breathes like you’re his salvation.

J = Jack off

More often than he’ll ever admit. Always guilty afterward. He’ll cry, mutter apologies to the God-Emperor, then do it again that night while moaning your name this time.

K = Kink

Worship kink. He wants to praise every inch of your body, tell you you’re divine.

Blasphemy kink. The very act of desire excites him because it feels forbidden. Sex in sacred spaces? Dangerous... and thrilling.

Begging kink. Either direction, he’s wrecked by hearing you plead, but will also whimper and beg to finish if you tease him.

L = Location

Private, soft, candlelit rooms until the urge overwhelms him. Then? He’ll fuck you in his sermon chamber, behind curtains, on ceremonial altars, panting apologies with every thrust.

M = Motivation

Any kindness from you. A touch on the shoulder. Your voice calling his name softly. You smile and his cock twitches in his robes, he excuses himself to go pray. Or jack off. Or both.

N = No

He won’t share. Not ever. The thought of anyone else touching you, seeing you, makes his chest ache and his vision blur. Polyamory, open relationships, even playful flirting with others? It wounds him. You’re his devotion, his sacred bond. He needs to be your only altar.

O = Oral

Giving. Obsessed. You’re like a sacrament. He’ll stay between your thighs forever, moaning into you like prayer.

P = Pace

Nervous and slow the first few times. He wants to memorize everything. But once he finds his rhythm, he gets desperate, gripping your hips, stammering apologies while pounding into you harder than he meant to.

Q = Quickie

He tells himself he shouldn’t. It’s not respectful. It’s not proper. But you pin him to the wall and whisper something filthy, and he’s huffing against your neck, rutting into you with frantic devotion in less than a minute.

R = Risk

Terrified of it. Aroused by it. He’ll gasp at the thought of getting caught, beg you not to but then moan louder than anyone should and dig his nails into your back when you keep going anyway.

S = Stamina

At first? One and done, blushes, apologizes, begs to try again in a few minutes. But he’s a Primarch. Once he gets used to it, he can go all night, trembling and panting, still hard even after you cum twice.

T = Toys

Owns none, but his curiosity burns in silence. When you bring out a toy, he flinches, then watches with wide, dilated eyes. If you guide his hand while using it on you, he’ll come in his pant.

U = Unfair

You’re the unfair one. Tease him and he folds. Whisper in his ear? Stroke his cock once and stop? He’ll beg, red eyed and gasping. He doesn’t even know how to tease you back, yet.

V = Volume

So vocal. Whimpers, moans, high pitched cries, “Oh—please—I—” He doesn’t even realize how loud he is until after, when you tease him for it. And then he hides in your chest like a wreck.

W = Wild card

He tried to write a hymn about you. With poetic metaphors describing your body, your moans, how you "parted like a sacred veil", it got so obscene he had to burn the parchment in shame. But he kept a copy. Somewhere.

X = X-ray

Elegant, flushed dark, and thick for his slim frame. Pretty, almost too sensitive, he twitches at the barest touch. Leaks a lot. His hips buck involuntarily when you even breathe on it.

Y = Yearning

Dangerously high. His libido burns beneath that calm exterior. He dreams of you nightly, stains his sheets, and wakes whispering your name like a confession.

Z = Zzz

Clings. Doesn’t sleep right unless you're in his arms. Might murmur verses or your name in his sleep. Once he’s finally rested, he’s the warmest, most affectionate blanket you’ve ever had.

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Well, I wrote a fic, inspired by Lorgar's NSFW alphabet)

Song of Nile

"You don’t drink," she observed. "You don’t speak. What do you want?" You, his traitorous heart thundered. "Conversation," he said. Her laugh was low, rich as the wine she sipped. "Men come to me for many things. Yet, they rarely come for words alone." "Then let me be the first."

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LORGAR NSFW ALPHABET

Tags: @incrediblethirst, @iluminatka16, @absynthe-mind

i live with the ideas of virgin church boy Lorgar with high libido don't blame me

A = Aftercare

Lorgar is tenderness embodied after sex. He’ll wrap your body in silks, murmur praise as if reciting sacred scripture, and hold you close as if your breath sustains him. He thanks you. Truly. As if your shared passion was a gift from the divine.

B = Body Part

Your eyes. They’re the windows to your belief, your devotion, your shame. He watches them closely when you fall apart for him, seeking salvation in every flutter.

C = Cum

Messy. He’s embarrassed about it at first, how much he gives, how warm it is, how needy he sounds when he finishes, but part of him also delights in it. Watching it drip out of you leaves him flushed and wordless.

D = Dirty Secret

He’s written psalms about you. Explicit ones. Poetry blending religious fervor and graphic lust. They're hidden among his scriptures and if you ever find them? He’ll go red, then bend you over the altar in penance.

E = Experience

Theoretical genius, practical virgin. He’s read forbidden texts. He’s fantasized endlessly. He knows what should happen. But when it comes to actually doing it? He’s hesitant, flushed, reverent and wildly eager to learn.

F = Favorite Position

Missionary, at least at first. He needs to see your face, kiss you constantly, and stay wrapped around you like he’s afraid the moment will end too soon. Later, once he’s more confident? Cowgirl. Nothing drives him mad like watching you take control while he melts beneath you.

G = Goofy

Not naturally goofy, but adorably awkward. Gets flustered when you undress, stammers if you tease him. Might gasp and apologize mid-thrust for being too rough when he’s barely begun. You’ll have to coax him into confidence.

H = Hair

Soft, fine, a silken trail that leads down from a narrow waist. You stroke your fingers through it and he shudders like you’ve whispered blasphemy in his ear. He probably tried to remove it before your first time, ritual cleansing and all.

I = Intimacy

Off the charts. Every moment is sacred. He wants to touch you, hold you, worship you. He kisses between thrusts, clutches your hand when he cums, buries his face in your neck and breathes like you’re his salvation.

J = Jack off

More often than he’ll ever admit. Always guilty afterward. He’ll cry, mutter apologies to the God-Emperor, then do it again that night while moaning your name this time.

K = Kink

Worship kink. He wants to praise every inch of your body, tell you you’re divine.

Blasphemy kink. The very act of desire excites him because it feels forbidden. Sex in sacred spaces? Dangerous... and thrilling.

Begging kink. Either direction, he’s wrecked by hearing you plead, but will also whimper and beg to finish if you tease him.

L = Location

Private, soft, candlelit rooms until the urge overwhelms him. Then? He’ll fuck you in his sermon chamber, behind curtains, on ceremonial altars, panting apologies with every thrust.

M = Motivation

Any kindness from you. A touch on the shoulder. Your voice calling his name softly. You smile and his cock twitches in his robes, he excuses himself to go pray. Or jack off. Or both.

N = No

He won’t share. Not ever. The thought of anyone else touching you, seeing you, makes his chest ache and his vision blur. Polyamory, open relationships, even playful flirting with others? It wounds him. You’re his devotion, his sacred bond. He needs to be your only altar.

O = Oral

Giving. Obsessed. You’re like a sacrament. He’ll stay between your thighs forever, moaning into you like prayer.

P = Pace

Nervous and slow the first few times. He wants to memorize everything. But once he finds his rhythm, he gets desperate, gripping your hips, stammering apologies while pounding into you harder than he meant to.

Q = Quickie

He tells himself he shouldn’t. It’s not respectful. It’s not proper. But you pin him to the wall and whisper something filthy, and he’s huffing against your neck, rutting into you with frantic devotion in less than a minute.

R = Risk

Terrified of it. Aroused by it. He’ll gasp at the thought of getting caught, beg you not to but then moan louder than anyone should and dig his nails into your back when you keep going anyway.

S = Stamina

At first? One and done, blushes, apologizes, begs to try again in a few minutes. But he’s a Primarch. Once he gets used to it, he can go all night, trembling and panting, still hard even after you cum twice.

T = Toys

Owns none, but his curiosity burns in silence. When you bring out a toy, he flinches, then watches with wide, dilated eyes. If you guide his hand while using it on you, he’ll come in his pant.

U = Unfair

You’re the unfair one. Tease him and he folds. Whisper in his ear? Stroke his cock once and stop? He’ll beg, red eyed and gasping. He doesn’t even know how to tease you back, yet.

V = Volume

So vocal. Whimpers, moans, high pitched cries, “Oh—please—I—” He doesn’t even realize how loud he is until after, when you tease him for it. And then he hides in your chest like a wreck.

W = Wild card

He tried to write a hymn about you. With poetic metaphors describing your body, your moans, how you "parted like a sacred veil", it got so obscene he had to burn the parchment in shame. But he kept a copy. Somewhere.

X = X-ray

Elegant, flushed dark, and thick for his slim frame. Pretty, almost too sensitive, he twitches at the barest touch. Leaks a lot. His hips buck involuntarily when you even breathe on it.

Y = Yearning

Dangerously high. His libido burns beneath that calm exterior. He dreams of you nightly, stains his sheets, and wakes whispering your name like a confession.

Z = Zzz

Clings. Doesn’t sleep right unless you're in his arms. Might murmur verses or your name in his sleep. Once he’s finally rested, he’s the warmest, most affectionate blanket you’ve ever had.

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Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Relationships: Felicia/Silco (Arcane: League of Legends) Characters: Felicia (Arcane: League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Star-crossed, Idiots in Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pre-canon Series: Part 2 of Arcane: Felicia & Silco Summary:

Silco loves Felicia, but Felicia loves Vander, and Vander is like a brother to Silco and he tells Silco to take Felicia home, and Felicia holds Silco's arm just a little bit too tight, and her eyes are a little bit too soft... But is Silco imagining it? Or does Felicia really-really love Vander?

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Fandom: Sinners (2025) Relationships: Remmick/his wife Characters: Remmick (Sinners 2025) Additional Tags: Trickster Remmick, Idiots in Love, Star-crossed, Tragedy, Drama, Dark Series: Part 2 of Sinners: Remmick Summary:

For a man who never wanted to marry her in the first place, he was all to broken when she was gone.

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My wife described Abaddon in The Talon of Horus as “in his Hunter S Thompson era and, well…

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Fandom: Sinners (2025) Characters: Remmick (Sinners 2025) Additional Tags: Vampire Turning, Drama, Mysticism, Mentions of Myth & Folklore Summary:

The night when Remmick lost everything: his family, his lands, his dignity and his mortality.

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Thank you for this great compliment 🥹 I had such powerful hyperfixation on Norse mythology I once even read the Eddas. And all of the Andersen tales that ever existed, bc I also like fairy-tales!

Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Vikings, Fairy Tale Style, Curses, References to Norse Religion & Lore Summary:

Jarl Harald Finehair is cursed with ‘no mortal woman could ever love him’. So he swears an oath, laughing bitterly at his own fate: he’ll only marry a woman who can beat him, the perfect swimmer, in a swimming race.

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Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Vikings, Fairy Tale Style, Curses, References to Norse Religion & Lore Summary:

Jarl Harald Finehair is cursed with 'no mortal woman could ever love him'. So he swears an oath, laughing bitterly at his own fate: he'll only marry a woman who can beat him, the perfect swimmer, in a swimming race.

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Can we get horus nsfw alphabet? plss😣 👉👈

[W]HORUS NSFW ALPHABET

Tags: @incrediblethirst, @iluminatka16, @absynthe-mind

FINALLY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST HEHEHEHEHE I LOVE THIS MAN WHORR

A = Aftercare Masterful. Horus is all about spoiling you, warm towels, soft kisses, and making sure you’re cradled in his arms. He’ll feed you fruit afterward if you let him, stroke your back, and murmur sweet, sleepy praise. He’s attentive, doting, and makes you feel like royalty.

B = Body part Your stomach and thighs. He loves watching your belly tighten under his touch, your legs shake. He kisses the inside of your thighs like a slow warning.

C = Cum There’s a lot. Thick, hot, and it just keeps coming. Horus is obsessed with filling you. Not just once, he’ll breed you until your stomach’s bulging with it, and still mutter, “One more, love. Just one more.” He loves watching it leak out, then stuffing it back in with his fingers.

D = Dirty secret He’s fucked your pillow more than once when you were away on campaign. He talked to it too, sweet nothings, soft moans, like you were really there. If you ever found out, he’d laugh… but only because he’s imagining doing it while you watch.

E = Experience Extremely. He’s had lovers from Terra to the edges of the galaxy, in every configuration imaginable. But he says you’re different, and he means it. He might’ve been with hundreds before you, but he learns you like it’s his first time loving anyone.

F = Favorite position Missionary with full body contact, he wants to look you in the eye when he wrecks you. But he also adores you on your knees, presenting yourself, hands braced while he grips your hips and praises your obedience.

G = Goofy Surprisingly, yes. Horus is smooth as hell, but he loves making you laugh. During sex, he’ll say something utterly filthy in the most ridiculous tone just to make you choke on a giggle. He calls your moans “music of the spheres.” And he means it.

H = Hair Smooth chest, well-groomed. His pubic hair is dark, thick, and deliberately kept neat. He enjoys grooming you too if you let him, he’ll shave you with maddening patience and a kiss to every inch afterward.

I = Intimacy Deep and suffocating. When Horus loves, he loves with his whole being. He’ll gaze into your eyes like you're a miracle, touch you like you're porcelain, and say the filthiest things in the softest voice. He wants to ruin you and worship you all at once.

J = Jack off Not often, unless he’s away from you. And when he does? It’s over your scent, your used clothes, something that makes him feel you. His hand isn’t enough, not really.

K = Kink

Breeding. Deeply. Often. Without mercy.

Praise & Worship. Both giving and receiving. He’ll worship your body like you’re divine. But he needs to hear “good boy” in that voice.

Size kink. He’ll pin you down, show you how much bigger he is, stretch you out slowly.

Cockwarming. Having you sit on him while he works, staying inside for hours

L = Location Anywhere private with a view. His war room, overlooking battlefields. His private ship quarters. A secluded throne with you in his lap, riding him lazily while he drinks wine and watches stars burn.

M = Motivation Your voice. Your surrender. You asking. The way you cling to him, trust him, adore him. That’s what sets him off, not just sex, but the knowledge that you belong to him, and you want to.

N = No He doesn’t like cold rejection or emotional distance. He can handle physical roughness, but if you pull away emotionally, he shuts down.

O = Oral Giving. Addicted. Absolutely gluttonous. Will drag you over his face and growl if you try to move.

P = Pace Fluid. He starts slow and sensual, worshipping every inch, then slams into you like a tidal wave. When he wants to ruin you? He sets a rhythm so precise and so deep it feels like he’s making love to your soul.

Q = Quickie Loves them. Behind banners, in a dark corridor before a speech, on a command throne while no one’s watching. He adores the risk and especially the way you squirm afterward, stuffed full of him and trying to act normal.

R = Risk Absolutely down to experiment. Light bondage? Toys? Public danger? He’ll raise a brow and say, “Convince me.” And if you do? He’ll drag you off and show you what a compliant Warmaster can do.

S = Stamina It’s almost unfair. Primarch stamina plus Warmaster ego equals hours of fucking, repeated orgasms, and still wanting more. He won’t stop until you cry from pleasure or beg for mercy. He’s insatiable, and he trains for it.

T = Toys Oh, yes. Gold-accented. Custom-crafted. He has plugs, vibrators, restraints, silk ropes, some built for you, others for him to use on you. He likes teasing you until you sob, then fucking you with his fingers while whispering, “Good girl.”

U = Unfair He’s the king of teasing. Light touches under the table, licking his fingers after tasting you, whispering filth into your ear while everyone else is in the room. And he’ll smirk when you squirm, pretending nothing’s happening.

V = Volume Loud, raw, shameless. He moans, grunts, whispers praise between gasps. When he comes, he roars like a beast, especially if you’re coming with him. There’s no mystery to it. You’ll know exactly how good you make him feel.

W = Wild card Horus sings to you after sex. Low, husky songs from Cthonia, in a voice that trembles with affection. He strokes your hair and whispers, “Mine, mine, mine,” like a lullaby. And if you fall asleep on his chest? He’ll never sleep more soundly.

X = X-ray Ridiculous. Thick, heavy, veined, long enough to make you see stars. Slight upward curve, flushed darker than the rest of him. The kind of cock you feel in your throat even when it’s in your cunt. Horus is so confident in it because he knows it ruins you.

Y = Yearning Off the charts. He wants you morning, noon, and night. Emotionally, sexually, spiritually, Horus craves you.

Z = Zzz Cuddler. You sleep sprawled across his chest, with one arm slung possessively around your back. He won’t fall asleep until you’re tucked against him, warm and safe. If you try to leave the bed, you’ll find yourself dragged back, half-asleep voice mumbling, “Not without you.”

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LORGAR NSFW ALPHABET

Tags: @incrediblethirst, @iluminatka16, @absynthe-mind

i live with the ideas of virgin church boy Lorgar with high libido don't blame me

A = Aftercare

Lorgar is tenderness embodied after sex. He’ll wrap your body in silks, murmur praise as if reciting sacred scripture, and hold you close as if your breath sustains him. He thanks you. Truly. As if your shared passion was a gift from the divine.

B = Body Part

Your eyes. They’re the windows to your belief, your devotion, your shame. He watches them closely when you fall apart for him, seeking salvation in every flutter.

C = Cum

Messy. He’s embarrassed about it at first, how much he gives, how warm it is, how needy he sounds when he finishes, but part of him also delights in it. Watching it drip out of you leaves him flushed and wordless.

D = Dirty Secret

He’s written psalms about you. Explicit ones. Poetry blending religious fervor and graphic lust. They're hidden among his scriptures and if you ever find them? He’ll go red, then bend you over the altar in penance.

E = Experience

Theoretical genius, practical virgin. He’s read forbidden texts. He’s fantasized endlessly. He knows what should happen. But when it comes to actually doing it? He’s hesitant, flushed, reverent and wildly eager to learn.

F = Favorite Position

Missionary, at least at first. He needs to see your face, kiss you constantly, and stay wrapped around you like he’s afraid the moment will end too soon. Later, once he’s more confident? Cowgirl. Nothing drives him mad like watching you take control while he melts beneath you.

G = Goofy

Not naturally goofy, but adorably awkward. Gets flustered when you undress, stammers if you tease him. Might gasp and apologize mid-thrust for being too rough when he’s barely begun. You’ll have to coax him into confidence.

H = Hair

Soft, fine, a silken trail that leads down from a narrow waist. You stroke your fingers through it and he shudders like you’ve whispered blasphemy in his ear. He probably tried to remove it before your first time, ritual cleansing and all.

I = Intimacy

Off the charts. Every moment is sacred. He wants to touch you, hold you, worship you. He kisses between thrusts, clutches your hand when he cums, buries his face in your neck and breathes like you’re his salvation.

J = Jack off

More often than he’ll ever admit. Always guilty afterward. He’ll cry, mutter apologies to the God-Emperor, then do it again that night while moaning your name this time.

K = Kink

Worship kink. He wants to praise every inch of your body, tell you you’re divine.

Blasphemy kink. The very act of desire excites him because it feels forbidden. Sex in sacred spaces? Dangerous... and thrilling.

Begging kink. Either direction, he’s wrecked by hearing you plead, but will also whimper and beg to finish if you tease him.

L = Location

Private, soft, candlelit rooms until the urge overwhelms him. Then? He’ll fuck you in his sermon chamber, behind curtains, on ceremonial altars, panting apologies with every thrust.

M = Motivation

Any kindness from you. A touch on the shoulder. Your voice calling his name softly. You smile and his cock twitches in his robes, he excuses himself to go pray. Or jack off. Or both.

N = No

He won’t share. Not ever. The thought of anyone else touching you, seeing you, makes his chest ache and his vision blur. Polyamory, open relationships, even playful flirting with others? It wounds him. You’re his devotion, his sacred bond. He needs to be your only altar.

O = Oral

Giving. Obsessed. You’re like a sacrament. He’ll stay between your thighs forever, moaning into you like prayer.

P = Pace

Nervous and slow the first few times. He wants to memorize everything. But once he finds his rhythm, he gets desperate, gripping your hips, stammering apologies while pounding into you harder than he meant to.

Q = Quickie

He tells himself he shouldn’t. It’s not respectful. It’s not proper. But you pin him to the wall and whisper something filthy, and he’s huffing against your neck, rutting into you with frantic devotion in less than a minute.

R = Risk

Terrified of it. Aroused by it. He’ll gasp at the thought of getting caught, beg you not to but then moan louder than anyone should and dig his nails into your back when you keep going anyway.

S = Stamina

At first? One and done, blushes, apologizes, begs to try again in a few minutes. But he’s a Primarch. Once he gets used to it, he can go all night, trembling and panting, still hard even after you cum twice.

T = Toys

Owns none, but his curiosity burns in silence. When you bring out a toy, he flinches, then watches with wide, dilated eyes. If you guide his hand while using it on you, he’ll come in his pant.

U = Unfair

You’re the unfair one. Tease him and he folds. Whisper in his ear? Stroke his cock once and stop? He’ll beg, red eyed and gasping. He doesn’t even know how to tease you back, yet.

V = Volume

So vocal. Whimpers, moans, high pitched cries, “Oh—please—I—” He doesn’t even realize how loud he is until after, when you tease him for it. And then he hides in your chest like a wreck.

W = Wild card

He tried to write a hymn about you. With poetic metaphors describing your body, your moans, how you "parted like a sacred veil", it got so obscene he had to burn the parchment in shame. But he kept a copy. Somewhere.

X = X-ray

Elegant, flushed dark, and thick for his slim frame. Pretty, almost too sensitive, he twitches at the barest touch. Leaks a lot. His hips buck involuntarily when you even breathe on it.

Y = Yearning

Dangerously high. His libido burns beneath that calm exterior. He dreams of you nightly, stains his sheets, and wakes whispering your name like a confession.

Z = Zzz

Clings. Doesn’t sleep right unless you're in his arms. Might murmur verses or your name in his sleep. Once he’s finally rested, he’s the warmest, most affectionate blanket you’ve ever had.

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depending on a fraction, redemption arc is either burning an orphanage for the chaos or for the emperor

“this character should get a redemption arc” in warhammer? in warhammer? explain to me in detail what a redemption arc looks like in warhammer. explain it to me. explain. redemption. warhammer.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Yondu Udonta/Jane Shepard Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Yondu Udonta Additional Tags: Space Western Romance, Dark Domestic Fluff, violence as love language, Requited Love, Resolved Sexual Tension Summary:

Yondu Udonta has the misfortune to save a little girl from the ruins of human colony on a far-off world. Yondu also has the misfortune to keep the girl, who grows up to become the death of his.