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fieldofdaisiies · 6 months

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Just a Little Bit Of Your Heart pt. III

ship: Azriel x Reader type: angst word count: 3,1k warnings: talk about childhood trauma, birth summary: the day has come..... fic masterlist

She is so small. So fragile. But so full of life and joy. And she is so strong.

Around him time stands still. There is just Azriel and the tiny little babe. She is so much smaller than he ever imagined a baby to be, so much smaller than a normal child at birth is. So much smaller than Nyx was.

She is wrapped in a soft, pink blanket that seems far too large for her fragile figure. Her skin is nearly translucent and her eyes are tightly shut. And Gods, there is her tiny little nose, and the little pouted mouth. She got that from you, Azriel is sure about that.

He can't look away, eyes trailing over the little life in his arms. And Cauldron! His arms, his hands, his whole body seems too big to be holding such a tiny, little, fragile being. He is scared he might crush her if he makes one wrong move.

And then there are her wings, peeking out from behind the blanket, folded in brhind her small frame.

She is beautiful, just like her mother. The biggest tiny wonder he has ever seen in his entire life.

The shadowsinger feels an overwhelming sense of responsibility and vulnerability. He is a father now. This tiny being is truly his child — your child. She depends on you, on him, will need him, and he will protect her with his whole life. Until his last day.

With absolute care, she is lying on Azriel's bare chest, skin to skin, the warmth of his body providing her with comfort and love. He can feel her heart beating against his.

A tiny little fighter, Azriel thinks, who wanted to see the world and would let nothing stop her.

A fine dusting of raven hair covers her small head and and Azriel lets his finger, which seems huge compared to her tiny hands, dance over her head. It is so soft, and a tear slips out of his eye.

Her breaths are shallow, like delicate whispers and Azriel finds himself marvelling at the miracle in his arms. This is his daughter! His flesh and blood. He created this wonder. With you.

Tears fill his eyes as he looks down at the baby cradled against him. His emotions just like the tears pour out of him, and he starts to cry.

No tears of sadness, but of sheer happiness over the life in his hands.

He doesn't know about your state yet, does not know how you are doing. Madja had only told him that the birth went well, but you lost a lot of blood. He hasn’t been allowed inside yet, and so Azriel and the little baby are alone, waiting for you.

But still he allows himself to be happy in this moment. He holds onto the kernel of hope taking root in his chest. The kernel of hope that tells him you are fine. That you will meet your little baby.

He can't wait to introduce her to you, see the look on your face when he tells you that your baby is a girl. And that she is fit and alive.

His burning tears fall onto the baby's head. He has never felt like this before. Not once in his life. He feels an enormous amount of responsibility and so do his shadows, swirling around him, gently brushing over the little baby's head, and her tiny hands.

"Keep her safe," Azriel whispers to them. "Protect her, like you protected me." They listen to his command, gently resting atop her, stroking her skin.

Azriel never wants to look away from her again. She's so small, so incredibly small. He can't help but compare her to the size of his scarred hand which looks ginormous next to her (not to mention what it looks like next to her tiny hand).

He knows there will come a day where he has to explain the scars to her, and he will do so. He will tell her everything, and most importantly protect her from everything. Nothing will ever happen to her. She will have the best childhood any child could ever hope for. He will be the kind of father he has never had, the kind of father every child deserves.

His heart aches with the desire to protect her from all harm, to shield her from the brutality and harshness of life. And he knows that until his last breath he will do so, keeping her safe forever.

And not only her. Also you. He will be the best…male for you. The kind of male you deserve. There is a future, a bright one, for the two of you, he knows this. It is no lie that he loves you, and that not only because you now have a child together.

He loves you and has loved you since the first night you've been intimate. He's just never thought about the possibility of meeting you again. But he had always had hope. For no other reason had he followed the beckons to meet him. The letter had arrived and his heart had started to flutter, his chest warmed and something had tugged at his ribcage.

You created life that night, but you also lay the foundation for a future. A future together.

Azriel's gaze returns to the tiny bundle in his arms. He becomes acutely aware of every breath, every heartbeat, every tiny movement of her body. He feels the rise and fall of her chest against his.

Azriel can't wait to sing her to sleep — every night if needed, you cuddled to his chest as well.

Sometimes the little bundle mewls a little, but Azriel is quick to sway her the slightest bit and everything is fine again. It is almost like she hums when he traces the tip of his finger over her chubby cheek, and her forehead. She still looks a little crumbled, but that will fade.

Time slips away, and he's not sure how long they stay like this. Minutes, hours, days, it doesn't matter in this very moment he shares with his daughter. His first time holding her.

He had always been so afraid to hold a child. Never seen himself worthy of it. Always thought he was too big, a brute, to hold a little baby. But now that she is here in his arms, it feels so right. He is still netvous and a little scared, but somehow with every breath she takes, she eases his tension.

The shadowsinger is acutely aware of the baby's every movement, her every breath, and little noise. But then…it seems like her tiny mouth searches for food, parting and quivering and then she starts to cry. He doesn't know what to do, has not been provided with a bottle or anything. He tries to sway her but it does not work and—

"Azriel." His head snaps up towards Madja and every ounce of happiness whooshes out of him. She is pale, her eyes a little empty, her clothing stained with deep red blood.

Panic sends an icy shiver throughout his whole body, the worst possible ideas filling his brain. It is only the baby's crying that fetches him back to reality.

He wants to ask Madja for a bottle, but also about you. There is so much to ask, so many thoughts. It becomes overwhelming and Azriel is suddenly very happy he is sitting down, his head starting to feel dizzy.

"She is awake."

The tears start to come anew, filling his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. He almost breaks down when he gets up, the only thing grounding him his little baby. "She is hungry," Azriel expresses, the only thing he can say in this moment of utter happiness.

"Then she needs her mother to feed her," Madja smiles, exhaustion etched upon her features. "Come on, let her meet her baby." Madja takes Azriel by the elbow, knowing he needs this support right now, and guides him into the room where you are waiting for them.

He is gently holding the tiny bundle in his arms when his eyes land on you. The little girl has calmed down, almost like she can sense something tremendous is about to happen — she is going to meet her mother now for the first time, and this might have calmed her. She is silent again, bubbling a little, but no longer crying.

The faelights next to the bed cast a warm and comforting glow upon you. You look exhausted, worn, but there is smile on your face. It is a tired smile, but one full of love and happiness.

Azriel's heart races as he approaches the bed.

"Hey you," he says softly, his voice a mix of tenderness and excitement. "We became parents to a beautiful and fit baby girl."

The smile on your lips widens, your eyes glowing brightly. "Everly," you whisper. "I want to call her Everly." You try to sit up a little, wanting to catch a glimpse of your baby girl.

How is she? What does she look like? What does she smell like? How tiny is she?

There are so many questions and soon you will have all the answers.

Azriel, his eyes aglow like golden strings are woven into the deep brown of chocolate, nods and smiles, nothing but relief and joy flooding his entire being. "It is a beautiful name."

The spymaster carefully climbs onto the bed with you, and kisses the top of your head. "You did it, Y/N. You are so strong, the same fighter as our little girl." Tears cloud his vision.

He leans closer and meets your teary gaze. You draw in a deep inhale and extend a trembling hand towards the baby, your fingers brushing against the tiny fingers of your daughter, over her nose and her cheeks. "She's perfect," your whisper, your voice hoarse and your tears tasting salty on your lips. "And her tiny wings. They look like yours."

Your fingers brush over the tips of them, and you find yourself marvelling at the tiny wonder in Azriel's arms. She is truly perfect! A gift. A miracle.

"Do you want to hold her?"

"Yes," you answer, wanting nothing more than to hold the little bundle in your arms, feel her little heart beat and smell her. Warmth fills your chest, just like an enormous amount of bliss.

You meet his gaze and reach your hands out.

Azriel carefully places the baby your arms, as gently as possible, ensuring the little one is always secure. Your eyes once again fill with tears as you gaze down at…Everly.

It is the name you have chosen a long time ago. If it was a girl, you wanted to name her Everly. It is perfect.

Your fingers tremble as you brush over the dusting dark hair on her small head. "She is so tiny," you whisper and meet Azriel's gaze.

He nods. "Only 800 gramme."

Oh Gods! "She is practically nothing." Your dry lips part and for a moment you turn to look at Azriel, his eyes trained on your baby girl.

"So fragile, I am scared I will break her."

"You won't," you assure him. He lifts his scarred hand and lets it rest beside her head, softly caressing her chubby cheek with his index finger.

You stay like this for a moment- minutes, hours, days, it doesn’t matter. The three of you are together and nothing else matters.

Until, Everly once again starts mewling, her lips bubbling and then a grimace spreads all over her face.

You ask Azriel to get Madja, she has not yet explained so much about how breast feeding works. She comes to help you, helps you put Everly to your breast, and the little baby quickly suckles happily, the sweetest baby noises leaving her.

Azriel watches the two of you in awe, leans in and rests his cheek against your shoulder, his hand moving over Everly, resting on her body. Everly, having wiggled one arm free, wastes no second before curling her tiny little fingers around Azriel's index finger, her fingers barely reaching around.

A tear slips out of the corner of Azriel's eye and he swallows thickly, fighting against the dryness in his throat. He turns his head and presses a soft kiss to your warm and clammy skin.

"Are you scared, Y/N?" The question catches you off guard and startles you.

Your forehead furrows and you shake your head. "About what exactly?"

"How we will—No—" He cuts himself off and finally lifts his gaze to you. "How I will do as a father."

"You will be a great father," you say and mean it. Your expression is sincere — you want him to see the honesty in your statement. Want him to see that he will be a great father.

Silence falls over you for a moment. But then Azriel draws in a deep, ragged breath. "I'm scared," he confesses, his expression clouded with the shadows of the past — of his own upbringing.

You focus on his eyes, concern etched on your features.

He sighs, his gaze dropping to the tiny fingers curled around his. "I'm so scared that I'll become a bad father. Like mine was. What if I turn into him?"

Your heart clenches, and you slide your hand over his, holding it tightly. "You won't be like him. You will be a great father."

He eventually meets your gaze, the weight of his past flashing in his eyes. "I will try my best to not be like him…my childhood…it was awful."

He meets your eyes, the weight of his past haunting the depths of his gaze. "I hope so. But my childhood… it was awful."

You stay quiet, encouraging him to open up about the feelings he has kept locked away behind iron bars in his mind for centuries.

"My stepbrothers," he begins, his voice shaky, "they treated me miserably. I was the outsider, the one who didn't belong. They made me feel like I was a burden, a mistake, the worst person in their life."

Your heart aches for the young boy he once was, trying to survive in a world that wasn't very kind to him. "That is awful," you whisper to him.

"You probably wondered how I got…these wounds." He swallows thickly. "They burned them. My father did nothing, only punished me again and again."

Your heart clenches, the pain so strong and poignant it makes you feel nauseas. You squeeze his hand tighter, feeling a tear slip down your cheek.

"But I don't want to talk about it now. We can talk about it another time." Azriel looks at your daughter, his eyes shimmering with tears. "I want to be better for her. I want her to have a father who loves her unconditionally, who protects her from the world. I want to be the kind of father I've never had."

Tears well up in your eyes as you lean in to kiss his forehead. "And you will be. You will be the best father she could ever hope for. The best father I could have ever dreamed of for my little baby."

He manages a small smile, but his heart continues to feel heavy. "I want her to have all the love she deserves. I want her to feel nothing but happiness."

You nod. "She will get all the love she deserves. We'll surround her with love. She will be so happy, and we will be a great family for her."

He takes a deep breath, his fingers tracing patterns on the baby's blanket. "I want to believe that. I want to be the father she deserves."

"You already are," you insist, your voice unwavering. "Look at her. She's so lucky to have you as her father."

He glances at the sleeping babe, a mixture of awe and trepidation in his eyes. "I never knew I could love someone so much."

A tender smile graces your lips. "I'm very grateful to have you, Azriel. I'm very grateful how everything turned out. How the thing between us…turned out." You swallow and lean your head against his. "I'm…I am so happy we are a family now. That you didn't leave me alone to deal with everything."

"I'm grateful that you allowed me to be part of this journey and that it won't end here. That we will have a future together." He kisses the top of your head and Everly finally stops suckling. You lift her up and let her burp and just a second later she drifts into a peaceful slumber, head resting against your chest. Azriel helps you button up your shirt again and then lies down in bed with you.

You hold your daughter more gently, adjusting your embrace and silence falls over the room. But only for a moment.

Azriel leans in, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. "Remember when you asked me for just a little bit of my heart?"

You nod, index finger tracing an idle circle about the tiny baby's head.

"You have all of it." Azriel smiles, and a single tear rolls down his cheek. "You and Everly have my whole heart. I love you," he murmurs. He wiggles one arm free and curls it around your shoulders, holding you tightly. You relish in the warmth of his body, how solid his chest is and how protected you feel in his arms, in his hold.

Your own cheeks are wet with tears and your chest trembles a little. "I love you. And you have my whole heart as well."

A small sob leaves Azriel, his heart swelling with love and pride. "She has your strength," he says. "I can see it. She is just as strong as you are and will turn into the same amazing female as her mother."

The shadowsinger sniffs. Joy glistens in your eyes. "I can't believe she's finally here. I love her so much, our sweet, little girl. Can you believe she is actually here? In our arms?"

"It is somehow unbelievable…" Azriel sniffs again. "That we created such a beautiful life. That this little wonder is truly our daughter."

Together, you admire your baby, hearts bursting with love and gratitude. You will never be able to thank the Mother enough for the small miracle (actually the large miracle) in your arms.

And somehow…it has all been fate. You and Azriel have probably also been meant to become parents to this little girl. It was destiny. It had to happen exactly like this.

In that quiet room, the world outside fades into insignificance.

As you drift off to sleep, Azriel never stops stroking your arm, his scarred fingers moving up and down, up and down, his other hand placed on the little baby. His shadows accompany him, following the motions of his hand, stroking the baby's head gently and massaging your shoulders, easing the tension from the birth.

"You are my happiness. You are my home," Azriel whispers into the silence of the room. "And my heart is all yours."

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meiieiri · 10 months

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LITTLE NYMPH OF HIS HEART — GETO SUGURU

❁—SYNOPSIS: in which suguru meets his newborn daughter.

a/n: my writer’s block has me in such a horrible chokehold that this took me an hour to write. also, fuck why isn't this real UGH (⇀‸↼‶)⊃

only an hour and twelve minutes old and she’s already crushing his heart into irreparable smithereens. and she isn’t even doing anything.

she doesn’t have to, really, she could just sleep soundly, and maybe let out a tiny little coo now and then, and her father would weep a million tears to flood the entire earth and plunge it into the realm of archaic legends maybe even more mythical than that of the ancient underwater city of atlantis.

suguru sniffles, holding the little bundle closer to his bare chest when she yawns and shifts ever so slightly, favoring the warmth of her father’s skin. so this is what the doctors meant when they said that the first skin-to-skin contact with his newborn was going to be an emotional affair, he downplayed it as some gross exaggeration and even refused the roll of tissues the nurses had been offering him.

and what a huge blunder that was.

“look at her,” he brings a calloused thumb to stroke her rosy cheek, fearing that the weight of his entire hand would overwhelm the little girl. no, his little girl — your newborn daughter.

“it’s like she knows she’s a heartbreaker,” he turns to look at you, his eyes glossy with joyful tears. “just like you.”

you could only let out a quiet tearful laugh, your voice absolutely shredded and strained from the harrowing ordeal of bringing your most precious one into the world.

“or you,” you retort, leaning your head back against the many pillows that suguru had the nurses bring in. “just how many nurses did you have to wink at for these?” you joked, gesturing to the pillows, and the many comforts such as hot compresses and ice chips sitting atop your hospital bedside table.

suguru rolls his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. he turns his attention to the little girl who, seemingly having heard her parents’ voices, feels a little left out leading her to create a slight fuss in her dad’s arms, hiccuping once.

“oh,” suguru coos, consoling her by tickling the soft skin of her feet. “it’s okay, mama’s just being mean.”

despite his words though, he slowly stands up and carefully joins you on the bed, instinctively wrapping an arm around you to tuck you into his side, his heartbeat on the high line knowing that both his girls were safe in his arms, where the both of you rightfully belonged.

“but you’re gonna love her anyway. i know i do,” he reassures his daughter, stroking her little tuft of obsidian black hair, his first gift to her, as if the newborn had the intellectual capacity to understand a single word that comes out of his mouth.

you indulge him anyway, leaving him to his sweet ramblings, preferring not to say anything that could sully this moment of pure unadulterated bliss, a mere passing second in the vast expanse of the turbulent life you and suguru will have to lead as protectors of those who are vulnerable to the demonic forces that lurk in the world’s many back-alleys where even the purest sunlight could not reach. suguru’s soul had been so tormented by the abyssal darkness that slowly consumed him owed to the many cursed spirits he’s had to exorcise that he had long believed himself to be damned, forsaken by the heavens.

but now, how could he still find the nerve to hold on to that pessimistic and borderline cynical belief as he cradles the little nymph of his heart in his arms?

suddenly, a thought hits you and you sit up to stare down at your daughter who was contentedly and happily gurgling away as suguru pokes the tip of her nose.

“akari,” you whisper, testing out the feel of your daughter’s would be name on your lips — the faithful companion that will walk with her for life, a sacred gift that will outlive you and her father. suguru’s eyes widen, awe-struck at the notion of you wanting to name your daughter after the brilliant morning sun, the same one that had greeted her the minute she came into this world.

“akari,” suguru’s voice wobbles. overwhelmed by the rush of emotions, he shifts to press a loving kiss on the crown of your head before bringing akari’s little hand to his lips, softly kissing her minuscule fingers in pure adoration. “heaven’s light.”

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Weak Princess

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Daddy! Five Hargreeves X Age Regressed! Naive! f!Reader

Summary: Five's desire to have you goes back to his childhood years. Over the years, this protective instinct turns into a darker, more obsessive desire. On top of that, you being so naive only makes things worse.

Warnings: Smut, DUB-CON & NON-CON, +18, yandere, dark, obsessive, possessive, controlling, stalking, manipulating, abusing, lying, kidnapped reader, male & female receiving, daddy-kink, praise kink, hinted somnophilia & hand job, punishments, male dominance, (forced) age regressed & isolated reader, naive & innocent reader, taking advantage of the reader, step-sibling relationship, sexual assault, drugged reader, bottle-feeding, pet names, smacking on the butt, hair pulling, shower sex, oral sex (both receiving), forcing to blow job, slapping face with cock, cumming in mouth, forcing to drink cum, drinking cum, slightly chocking, hinted dacryphilia (?), unprotected sex, drunk sex, drunk Five, cumming inside, loss of virginity, slight blood (virginity), dirty talk (?), grammatical mistakes, possible missed warnings

A/N: Five's a grown-up & didn't stuck in the future. This fiction focuses on flashbacks & past.

It was difficult for you to make sense of life. Understanding life and taking care of yourself. You never knew why you were like this and you constantly watched others to take care of you. First different nannies and then your new mom. Dad said that there was a problem with you and kept your interaction with people very limited. You hardly ever played with your siblings and you saw very little of them. You barely even left your room because dad didn't let you, as you had somehow hurt yourself everytime. Seeing how upset you were, mom got dad's permission and took you to your siblings from time to time, promising to keep you completely safe. Unfortunately, you didn't grow up together enough to get to know each other and establish closeness. But that didn't stop Five from developing an instinct for you that would later become a huge obsession.

You knew that the fact that you were so vulnerable, in need of protection and care was something that attract Five's attention from the very first moment. His eyes were on you, always. Even though you barely saw him, you could tell at a glance how polar opposite he was. You tried to get him out of your mind, but you couldn't stop comparing yourself to him. You wondered if he was comparing too, if he thought how different you were. You wished so much that the meaning of his stares, which were always on you, would be good. If you knew he was staring at you because he hated you, you'd probably cry and never be able to go out again because he was great in your eyes.

He's always been the powerful boy in every way. He neither cared nor obeyed what others said. With his rebelliousness and self-confidence, he's always been the most different person in the room and the scariest person to you. You could tell he was proud of the way he was. He was satisfied with the little smile that appeared on his face when they recognized his intelligence and superiority and saw him as a leader. You could see that being weak was something he had never experienced. On the other hand, seeing how much of a 'coward' girl you were compared to him made you shy away from him. You were afraid that he wouldn't like you, break your heart, or embarrass you. You never could've guessed what a boy like him might think of a girl like you. He looked at you all the time, he was always around whenever you were allowed to go out. You thought he was belittling you. But you were wrong.

One day you walked through the mansion to find your siblings without mom seeing you. You felt bad for running away from her, but you wanted to take care of yourself. After using the stairs, you saw Five and froze in panic. You were so scared because you thought he was going to be mad at you and tell you to go. You wanted to go back without him seeing you, but you met his eyes. Out of breath, you took a step back and lost your balance. You could've been seriously injured if you had fallen down those stairs. Maybe you could have died. But Five, catching your falling body, held you tight and jumped back to where he was. He knealed on the floor, leaned your body against his shoulder, and gripped your chin. His gaze was firm. His brows were furrowed and it was clear that he wasn't satisfied. "What are you doing on the stairs all alone?"

You tried to get up but he didn't let you. His hold around your body was firm, and his demeanor showed that he certainly didn't want you to do the opposite of what he wanted. He squeezed your chin a little and forced you to answer. His voice was calm, but definitely serious. "Why are you alone?"

"I wanted to find my siblings." Your eyes filled with tears and your voice trembled. He definitely scared you. He tightened his arm and shook his head when you wanted to get out of his hold. He took a deep breath and looked down at you disapprovingly.

"Without mom?"

You didn't know how to respond and started to cry. Were you too sensitive or was he too harsh? Why didn't he let you go, why did he push you so hard? Did he hate you that much? He watched you cry for a short while without doing anything, and then he let go of your chin and hugged you. He... hugged you. You couldn't believe he hugged you. You felt that he was hesitating but he was gentle as he hugged you. He patted your head, slowly pulling your hair near your ear. His hot breath tickled you and made you tremble. "You can't walk around alone. Something very bad could happen to you."

You felt so helpless, and sad. He was right, what were you thinking? If he hadn't saved you... You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, couldn't measure your acts. You didn't notice your tears soaking his uniform as you lay your head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry." You burst into tears, therefore he teleported you to his room. He even carried you to his bed and let you sleep there. Your thoughts about Five had changed that day. You saw that he actually cared about you when he carefully put you in his bed, sat next to you and caressed your cheek. He even apologized for being harsh on you. Then, he gave you a long warning that you shouldn't go anywhere without mom, or him. He said you shouldn't be afraid of him and you should always tell him when you need or want something.

"I know I'm scaring you, I've been aware of this for a long time. You're so timid that I couldn't help but try to understand you from afar. A mysterious, shy and rather fragile girl who rarely leaves her room. Like an angel hiding or being protected from the evil world. You're just so... whatever. To be honest, I thought it was impossible to talk to you. I don't know why, probably this sounds so stupid right now. I don't know how to explain. For that, you must see yourself through my eyes. The feelings you give me are quite... different. But I just want you to know that I've always wanted to be close to you."

He constantly checked on you to make sure he had your attention as he spoke. He cupped your cheeks and brought his face closer to yours, he tilted his head to ask if you understood, or he repeated himself several times when he thought you didn't understand. That was the day you broke the wall between you and him. Five, once looking at you from afar, said that you shouldn't leave his side no matter what. He even told that he wanted to protect you. It was comforting to learn that he actually kept protective rather than bad thoughts about you. "I'm going to talk to dad. It's time for me to take charge of you. As if I really care if he says no."

"But don't you have more important things to do? Like saving the world?" You grabbed his wrist as he caressed your cheek with his thumb and looked at him with an almost sad expression. He smiled but somehow managed to seem scary. Oh, he was very bossy, he had that dominant energy and you felt overwhelmed by the effect he had on you. Even if it was dad, he had an attitude that could confront anyone with his stubbornness and fearlessness.

"I want to spend time with you. We never got a chance to get to know each other, don't you think?"

You nodded and kept staring at him. "What if he says no?"

Smiling, he leaned closer to your face and whispered. "Then I have no choice but to kidnap you."

Of course he calmed you down by patting your head as you gasped in surprise and looked at him with horror. It was just a joke, you don't need to be afraid.

After that day, Five was always with you instead of watching you from afar. He talked to you, more like asking questions, but it was okay. He asked if you felt dizzy or thirsty, if you were afraid or bored, if were you hurt, if you needed something or wanted something... He was being a little obsessed. You saw that Five wasn't the cruel person you thought to be, but you never thought that he'd be someone who would constantly worry about you and question you for that. You weren't sure what to think. Everything was already very difficult for you. But whenever you felt uneasy about his behaviors and wanted go, he restrained himself. He made you think you were exaggerating every time. Although he scared you sometimes, him protecting you from dad was something that always made your heart tremble.

One day, dad said you had no power, but a weakness that keeps you behind. You can't take care of yourself, you always believe in everyone, you're scared of everything instantly and many more things. "You weren't born a superhero, you were born a super weak!", that's what he told you in front of all your siblings, Pogo, and mom after you run out of your room to attend your siblings' training.

Some of your siblings looked at the ground, some at you. None of them stood up to dad or followed you as you ran crying into your room. Or that they didn't comfort you when you left your room in the weeks that followed. Except Five. When you met his eyes after dad's cruel words, you saw him pressing his lips together. He clenched his fist and shook his head. You heard him yelling at dad as you left there in shame, unable to stand to be in front of anyone any longer. Five's words were bold, truly he was fearless.

Then, when you thought no one would come after you, he suddenly appeared in front of you and grabbed your arms when you jumped with fear. You were excited by those weird feelings in your heart as he tilted his head to make eye contact. When you tried to turn your head, he grabbed your cheek and forced you to look at him. You almost saw his hidden feelings when you looked into his eyes. It was all written there. His eyebrows were raised and his mouth was separated. His expression was full of sadness and pity. He seemed to really need to know that you was and would be okay, or at least you felt like it. "Don't listen to him. You know what a bad man he is. You're so special. No, super special."

The first time you were allowed out of your room in weeks after that, you went to your siblings again. Yes, you were offended, but you were also alone. There were no other people around to see. You watched their training like always and when they took a break, Five jumped next to you. "How's my little sister doing?" He spoke loudly and put his arm around your shoulder. He looked like he wanted everyone to hear him. He wanted them to know that he was taking care of you or that you were somehow close to him.

Years passed and everyone went their own way. You, on the other hand, were so lucky to have Five take you with him. The first thing he did was buying a house that he knew would be completely safe for you. Then he decorated your rooms in your taste. Maybe with a little extra safety measures. No pointy furniture, no pointed items, mirrors and windows are impossible to break...

You were strictly forbidden to go out and supposed to stay in your 'playroom' when he wasn't there. He said this room was good for your mind. He told you that you were much more sensitive because you were much more navie than other people for some reason. That's why you had to be protected with high safety measures. And it was his job to protect you. Protecting you, even from yourself, was his top priority. Deep down you thought it was wrong. He wasn't supposed to be like this. But Five never let you argue otherwise. In early days, he was softer with you, showed more tolerance. But as time passed, you felt that his hold on you was getting tighter. He controlled you more than before and even started punishing you. Your first punishment was because you left your playroom and go to the kitchen, and he never allowed you to go there. It was a big no-no place. He was mad, gripping your arm and causing you to whimper in pain. He pushed you into the bed and pinned your arms above your head.

Five got a lot tougher with you as time went on, but it was the first time he had a physical reaction on you. A real physical reaction of his anger. You've never forgotten the way he snapped "What the hell do you think you're doing!". Then he grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bed. He gave you ten hard smacks on each cheek of your butt. You were so scared of him that day, and from that day on, you kept being scared, no matter how much he tried to soothe you. You wanted to get away from him, you wanted to run away from him. By the time you realized how much Five wanted to control you, how much he wanted to possess you, it was too late. A time traveler, ruthless and fetal. There was no escape from him. And he had changed a lot. Of course, you didn't expect him to stay the same as he was years ago. He had grown into a much more dominant man.

The first time, when you moved into your house, he just wanted you to be in your playroom until he was home, including at noon. Later, he let you into the bedroom when he decided you need a daily nap. You could only enter the bedroom at bedtime and nap time because otherwise you would be confused and disrupt your sleep patterns.

Weeks later, he sat you on his lap and started asking how you were. It was more like a questioning ritual in which he questioned you in the evening, making sure that everything was alright. He kept asking you throughout the day if you were okay, but when he sat you on his lap, he gave you a general questioning about everything. It was more about what you did. He wanted to know everything he hadn't witnessed. He said it was a brainstorm when it bothered you and you tried to avoid him. It was important to strengthen your memory.

Then he started dressing you. You wore what he wanted, not what you wanted. He said that although the choice of clothes may seem simple, it was actually very important for your physical health, so you can't do it on your own. Just trust him, daddy knows best. Yes, it sounded off when he first called himself daddy. But he said that he actually had that title from the very beginning, just a title that your sensitive little mind can't comprehend in a minute, that's why he didn't tell you anything about it before. It would scare you if he did.

"A daddy always takes care of his baby. You don't need anyone while I'm around, especially that man. He wasn't your dad. But I can be your daddy, you just need to let me."

He didn't seem to be asking for permission though. He was just getting you used to it. He even started scolding you when you didn't call him daddy. He often held your chin and looked directly into your eyes or smacked your butt randomly.

So you learned eventually. You loved that he took care of you. Actually, you felt like you needed it. You saw that he was quite pleased with dealing every single detail. So when he told you to call him daddy, you did. And you soon got used to it. For this reason, he gave you your first chores: You had to take off his clothes every time he came home. Not all of them, just the jackets of his black suite, his tie, belt and watch. He said doing these things was one of the best thanks you can give to your daddy.

But someday he asked you to take off his shirt, too. You hesitated at first and gave him a confused look. "But you will be half naked."

“I know, little lady.” You froze as you kept your hands on the buttons on his collar and put your hands on his shoulders instead. You stared at him, highly confused. He smiled and gave you a small smack on the butt, making you jump. "Don't keep daddy waiting."

You slowly unbuttoned it with a whimper that escaped your mouth. Your hands were shaking and you tilted your head to avoid eye contact, but you could feel his gaze on you. He grabbed your chin and lifted your head. "Look at me."

Tears filled your eyes as you unbuttoned it by looking at him. His smile, hidden behind his intense gaze, was crushing you. He loved to lead you, no matter what. He enjoyed seeing you melt under him. He loved that you obeyed him.

He told you to look at him when he's naked. He asked you to look at his body and touch it. You didn't understand why he wanted something like that. Of course you raised your voice and asked questions, but not in an angry way, in a confused way.

"You must stop being shy around me. Touch this body and know it, feel it. I'm not a stranger, it is yours. I am yours, just as you are mine. So touch me and don't be afraid to look at me. Soon we will meet our needs. It can't wait forever."

You didn't understand what he meant by needs, but you did as he said. You touched his body with your shaky hands and brought it over his muscles. It was a very difficult and different experience for you. Being close to a body, touching it... It was something you had never experienced. But you thought it was important for the intimacy of the two of you, you had to be physically close in order for you to be close. You didn't know anything because you had no friends or no one to teach you, but you trusted Five.

When he thought it was enough, he kissed your cheek and let you go. But he called you during the shower. You asked several times if he was sure it would be okay to get in. You thought he would be in his clothes, or at least with a towel. You screamed when you saw him naked and turned around.

"It's okay, baby. Take your clothes off and come here. Daddy needs you so bad."

When you refused to go and stayed where you were, he raised his voice. It scared you. "I won't ask you again."

You had no choice but to obey. You took off your clothes and left your underwear, but he warned. "Including your cute little panties and bra."

Your cheeks burned and you hesitated, but you didn't want to make him mad. You lowered your head and were about to slowly pull your panties off when he warned you again. He took your breath away. "Look at me."

And you looked at him. Your eyes were on his firm face but seeing other parts of his body even blurred made you panic. You begged him, hoping he'd have mercy. Your voice was very shaky. A small, frightened voice compared to his clear, harsh one. "I- I'm scared. Please I-"

"No need to be scared, princess. I'm not gonna hurt you. I only want to love your beautiful body. Daddies often need to touch their little princesses. This isn't a bad thing."

You didn't want him to break his soft side, so you took off your panties and bra, in front of his crushing gaze. Covering your breasts with one arm and your pussy with your one hand, you walked over to him and turned your head to a place where you had completely taken him out of sight. He already saw your private parts, but you still wanted to cover them. "Daddy, why do you need me naked?" Your voice sounded like ready to cry.

"Look at me." His voice was hoarse. There was no room for protest in his tone, you could feel it. You turned your head to avoid testing him even more. You must have looked a little too high that you could see the shower ceiling in detail.

He grabbed your cheeks and caressed them. "You're so cute." Then he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

Your first kiss. This was your first kiss.

Your first kiss was with Five, naked, in the shower. You couldn't believe it.

When you tried to push him, he pinned you against the wall and pressed himself against you. He didn't care that you wanted to go as he bit and sucked your lips. He pinned your hands above your head with one hand and grapped your waist with the other. He kissed you like that for minutes. He grabbed your breasts and kneaded, cupped your pussy and rubbed. The sobs you gave in his mouth didn't affect him. It actually affected him differently because as your whimpers increased, his kisses and rubbings became more intense.

Later he turned your face to the wall and pulled your butt towards him. "Please don't!"

He gripped your butt tightly and kneaded it pretty hard as he leaned against you. He moaned into your ear after he kissed your neck. "You have no idea how long I needed you."

You screamed when something hard rubbed up and down in your pussy. It parted your lips and rubbed with pressure. "What's happening?"

"It's me baby, look what you do to me. Now I want you to trust me and press your legs tightly. All right, little princess? Can you do that?"

He squeezed your nipple. Trust him, trust daddy, he knows best. You slowly closed your legs and squeezed him. "More." His throbbing made you squirm. He must have liked it that he pressed himself hard against you. You had no idea why he wanted such a thing, what he was going to do.

"Now I want you to lay your back againts me and wrap your arms around my neck. Understood?"

"Daddy please..." You begged but he smack your butt.

"Understood?" He grit his teeth.

"Uh-huh." You whispered with fear.

This time he smack your butt much harder. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, rubbing his lips on yours. "Bad girl."

He didn't pull his lips and forced you to talk like that. Your lips tickled. "I'm sorry daddy, please, I'm so sorry." He moved away from you a little and looked at your face with a stern expression. You corrected yourself, hoping he would forgive you. "Understood, daddy."

"This was the last time you tried me. Next time I won't warn you and I'll tear your little pussy apart, understood?"

"Yes daddy." You cried more the moment he let go of your hair and pulled away from your face. Your body trembled and you couldn't breathe. You were so scared of him that you couldn't stop crying. You felt dizzy, like you were going to pass out.

He leaned your back against himself. He grabbed your chin and turned it towards him, trying to comfort you. "I hate making you cry. But you have to learn to listen to me. I love you so much, don't forget that, okay?"

"Okay daddy." You sniffed. He gently guided you to wrap your arms around his neck. Then he caressed your waist and breasts. Slowly moving himself between your legs and rubbing your pussy, he looked at his tip sticking out from between your legs.

"Now close your eyes and focus on your sweet little pussy."

As he said, you closed your eyes and tried to focus. What you felt was so weird, so different. It was something you've never experienced before. Feeling the hard and rather scary part of him between your legs, rubbing your pussy with pressure, was beyond anything you've ever felt. The way he caressed your arms, the way he brought his face to your cheek and gave his warm breath on you, the growls that escaped his mouth, and the way his hands kneaded your body, all gave you weird feelings. You didn't know what he was doing to your body. Your pussy was burning, begging for something to happen, but you didn't know what. You threw your head back and moaned.

"Good girl." He held your neck and kissed your lips. The pleasure he gave you left you so vulnerable. The slippery sounds that came out as he moved filled your ears. "So wet, I can feel you clenching. Such a good girl."

He grabbed your hips from both sides and pressed it tightly against himself. "Focus and stay put." He slammed into your butt as he pushed himself forward, filling the area with clap sounds. Your moans broke into shaky pieces and echoed from all sides. You arched your back even more and focused on the rapidly increasing sensation.

"Yeah! Yeah, good girl." He was out of breath. You weren't the only one with good feelings. You thought he'd lost his mind as he dipped his fingers in in your skin. "Such a good girl."

"Why do I feel-"

"Cum for me."

You screamed as he let go of your hips and squeezed your breasts painfully. He immediately softened his grip and apologized over and over in a whisper, but his hold was still firm. He was hitting you so hard and fast that it burned from the contact between your butt and legs. Your growing feelings were no longer stoppable, you were close to giving whatever he asked of you. Very close. Your legs closed even more, your body strained. Your lips parted even more as you arched your back as hard as you could, you started to shake as something exploded inside. Your moans were loud. Five kissed you over and over again saying what a good girl you were. He never stopped saying how wonderful your clenches you sent around him.

"Get on your knees."

Even if he was the one who gave you the order, as soon as he said he grabbed your arms and turned you towards him. He placed a hard kiss on your lips, then pressed you to the floor. Face-to-face with his cock made you jump back in fear, but he held you steady. "Take it in your mouth."

"Daddy..." You were still trembling slightly and your eyes were closing because of the sensitivity between your legs.

He grabbed your hair and slapped you on the cheek with his cock. He slapped you on both cheeks a few more times, then rubbed it on your face and pressed it to your lips. "Believe me, I'll hurt you if I do. Don't test my patience, babygirl."

You nodded immediately and apologized. You let out a whinper as your trembling hands touched him, which you thought Five liked because he patted your head. You wrapped both of your hands around him and slowly took the tip into your mouth. You didn't know what to do, or why you were doing it. But you had to. You were his good girl.

When you took him in your mouth, he threw his head back and moaned loudly. The hand holding your hair tightened and pushed you a little towards him. "Suck it. I wanna feel that warm little tongue of yours."

You did as he said but you were too slow and gentle for fear of hurting him. You panicked when he pressed your head against him. You let go of your hands holding him and leaned against his legs. You tried to pull yourself back but he was moving your head back and forth. You hit his legs in panic, coughed a little and sobbed breathlessly before he pulled you back. You were so miserable, frightened, small and shaky.

"I'm so sorry." After giving you a few more seconds to catch your breath, he pushed himself and kept abusing your mouth. "I'm so close baby, just hold on."

You closed your teary eyes and begged it to end as soon as possible. He held your head tightly as he started throbbing in your mouth and warned you. "Hold your breath, babygirl. I know you can take me." And then he poured himself into your mouth. It was too much, you thought you would choke, and it was salty. You didn't know how long you could hold your breath and you hit his legs. But he held you steady and throbbing out more cum. His moans echoed throughout the shower. You hit his legs more, couldn't take it anymore. You had to drink some of his cum as he held your head a little more still. When he finally pulled you back, he immediately covered your mouth. "Swallow."

You swallowed quickly in hopes of catching your breath, and you coughed wildly when he took his hand away from your mouth. You put your hands on the floor and sobbed as you cried. Without waiting too long, he took you in his arms and carried you to the bathtub. He prepared warm water after he put you in it and said what a good girl you were that day as he gently washed you. "I'm so proud of you. You satisfied your daddy so, so well. I knew my beautiful little princess would take me that well."

After washing you, he took you to bed and dressed you in your favorite color. Your skirt was too short and you had no panties on yet. You sighed as you waited for him to put your panties on you. Your body was still shaking from what you had just experienced. He stopped when he was about to put on the panties, he threw it over your head. He lifted your legs and bent them towards you. He knealed before the bed and kissed your sensitive spot softly, then licked all over your pussy. "You're like a candy."

He moved his tongue very slowly. He let his hot breath burn your pussy as he licked and grabbed your breast. He was slow, pressing specifically on your sensitive spot and not forgetting to lick your slit. Then he started to suck the most sensitive part of your poor little pussy mercilessly. You screamed and writhed on the bed and asked him to stop, but he brought the hand that was holding your breast to your neck and held you fixed. Crying, you grabbed his wrist and crushed under his strong tongue blows. He didn't leave you, he never broke contact with you. Her growls vibrated and you arched your back as he savored your pussy. It was about to happen again. You were about to experience that feeling again.

He pulled his hand away from your neck and pulled you closer by your legs to fit his position better. You pushed your hips to his face and moaned shakily as the vibration filled your entire body. The sounds he made while drinking your juice were so dirty, so shameless. It was his physical way to say that you were delicious when he ripped you apart with his mouth.

After the first sexual activity you experienced, Five's physical interaction to you highly increased. Sitting on his lap, he cupped your pussy and kneaded your breasts, waking you by licking or rubbing your pussy while you were asleep, asking you to hand job him...

He told you many times what a good girl you were and gave you several rewards. Coloring books, toys, dolls, cute clothes, jewelry and much more. "My rule is actually very simple. Be my good little princess and I'll make you very happy."

You did whatever he said to prove you were a good girl. Even when he wants to bottle-feed you. He basically wanted to be in control of everything about you because you were too naive to do and figure anything out on your own. So he picked you up, rested your head on his shoulder, and brought the bottle to your lips. "You'll make daddy so proud if you drink it all."

You started to feel very different as time went on. Weaker, more scared and more needy than ever before. It's like you've been out of your mind since he started bottle-feeding you. When you tried to explain it to him, he silenced you and patted your head. "My little baby's dreaming again. Don't be afraid, princess. I'll protect you. Just do as I say." And what he said was staying in your playroom all the time, playing, feeding from the bottle, taking a nap, sitting on his lap, taking him in your mouth... It was like you were being deliberately held back when you could move forward.

And you noticed something. Five would never leave you even if you wanted to. He constantly told you how much you were in danger and how much you needed him, "You need me, you can't survive without me". But in time, you saw that there were different reasons behind it. His obsession with you. His desire to possess you. He thought he owned you.

You were already weak when you wanted to escape. It wasn't the kind of weakness you felt before, it was the kind of weakness that made you want to sit on his lap and sleep. Or the kind that made you want to cry when he patted your head and told you what a good girl you were. Your muscles were also very weak. You had trouble walking, so you were usually sitting all the time. You could only ask Five to walk you around. Even speaking was hard.

After he had you completely in his claws, you paid attention to the red flags and tried to crawl out of the room. You were extremely late, there wasn't even a little chance to run. But you had to try. You had a hard time trying to open the door, you were about to make it. But he jumped behind you and looked at you with his arms put together on his chest. He tilted his head and threw one leg forward, a questioning expression on his face. "What is my princess up to?"

You looked at him with a fearful expression. Before you could explain himself, he picked you up and jumped into the bedroom. "You know, I've always wanted to taste deep inside your little pussy, but I thought you weren't ready for it yet. And I didn't want to rush it. Every moment with you is too precious for me to rush. But I think you're ready now, don't you think?"

He threw you on the bed and loosened his tie. His hair was falling into his eyes, and the sleeves of his white shirt were folded. The veins on his hands were reaching up to his arms. He didn't unbutton his black vest, but unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt. He took off his tie and leaned you, tying your wrists. You apologized crying but he didn't listen to you. "You're a very naughty princess."

He sat on the bed and laid you facedown on his knee. He pulled your tiny skirt up to your waist and kneaded your cheeks, which exposed from the sides of your little panties. You screamed to his quick smack. "Were you trying to escape?"

"No!" You begged and he just hit harder.

"Liar." He smacked you on each cheek twenty times, very hard, and laid you on the bed. Your butt was burning and your throat was sore from crying. The smell of alcohol on him filled your lungs as he kissed you. He wasn't completely drunk, but he was definitely more impulsive. You didn't have the strength to protest as he took off your clothes. You could only cry and apologize.

When you were naked, he took off his top and unbuttoned his pants. He hit your pussy with his hard cock a few times and fixed himself in your entrance. "You actually deserve me to fuck you like that. Dry and totally unprepared. No foreplay, no eating you out and putting you in the mood. Just me and my pleasure."

He pushed himself a little and listened to your painful sobs. He wasn't even inside yet. "What am I going to do with you huh? You deserve a good punishment, but I don't want your first time to be like this."

He gave a nervous laugh and pinched your cheeks. He leaned closer to your pursed lips and looked into your watery eyes. "Brat. You're so lucky that I love you."

The smell of alcohol was intense. He kissed your lips, then stepped back and cupped your breasts. He tortured your nipples with his tongue, sucked and made you scream. You didn't know how long he played with your breasts, but when he finally let go, your nipples were super sensitive. He gripped your legs aggressively and buried his head in your pussy. Tongue thrusts pointed straight at your sensitive spot. He was so intense that the feelings you didn't want started pouring into your body quickly. He lifted his head, put his hand there and rubbed it. "Already wet. You're a needy little baby and yet you're trying to escape from me."

He placed your legs on his shoulders and rubbed the tip of his cock against your slippery pussy. "I think this foreplay is more than enough for a naughty and liar princess like you."

You grabbed his shoulders as he pushed himself and begged him to stop. He was slow but you thought he wasn't slow enough. You were so scared, and it hurt so much the more he got inside. You sobbed pathetically as your walls clenched like crazy around him. "P-please don't!"

He threw his head back and moaned. "I can't believe I've delayed this feeling for so long." You could feel something dripping on the bed while he was moving at a slow pace. Probably blood?

"It hurts, I'm so scared daddy!"

Five kept moving and smacked you in the butt. "You should take your punishment like a good little girl."

Your grip was too small for his cock. You could actually feel your grip moving around him as he went in and out. Your cries were music to his ears, he didn't hear your beggings. He just moaned and watched how your breasts bounced with each his thrust. After a while he turned you around and pressed your face against the bed, lifting your butt. That's when he fucked you really hard. Clapping sounds filled the entire room, your skin burned so bad and Five's constant smacks didn't help your cries. Your voice was now rather low, like a pathetic whisper. A whisper that satisfied Five. He smacked your butt for perhaps the hundredth time and pulled your hair. He gave his drunk breath to your neck. "Who do you belong to?"

"To you, daddy."

"I'll paint your tight little walls with my hot cum, so maybe you'll know better who you belong to."

He let go of your hair and buried his fingers to your skin. He was so hard and fast that your moans were cut and you gasped. When he gave his final thrust, you listened his growls. You could feel him throbbing inside you, slowly pushing himself a few more times and grabbing your hair again, bringing his face towards you. He rubbed his teeth and licked your neck, placing watery kisses. After licking your cheek, he blew his hot breath and spoke breathlessly into your ear. "My naughty princess needs much stricter rules from now on."

There was no escape from him. You couldn't help but wonder if you'd have a life where you didn't end with him. Maybe there was a way to prevent his obsession from developing. Maybe he would leave you alone. But deep inside you knew, no matter what, he would still find you and get you.

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Can you make pretty please write some yandere thragg headcannons

Sure can! (Also some minor spoilers with a like more mild spoiler that's in an image so like, it's censored but poorly so, yeah just a warning!)

- first and foremost to give some very minor future spoilers, there is something you have to understand: even by Viltrumite standards Thragg is considered Way Too Hardcore and there are men like Conquest who are even worse, more shortsighted, and bloodthirstier than him. There ARE Viltrumites who think their society is way too unfeeling and heartless and they DO want to love and be normal and have loving families but this is a... a society with an ancient culture with traditions that are being upheld by force that keep the general Viltrumite populace living in misery and Thragg is a huge enforcer of this unhappy lifestyle. Like shit in one of the newest episodes of Invincible a bunch of Viltrumites rocked up to Mark and beat the absolute shit out of him and Kregg (eyepatch guy) was like "yeah you survived getting the shit beat out of you which proves you're strong and worthy of your viltrumire heritage, so I'm drafting you into the Viltrum army, do what we say or we'll beat the shit out of you" AND THATS ONE OF THE GOOD VILTRUMITES. Like literally Viltrum society is terrifying and once you start learning the lengths with which they enforce their beliefs and rules you'll see why Nolan was like, trying to force Mark to be like him; you resist and they DEMOLISH YOU. Nolan was and still is TERRIFIED of Viltrum and rightfully so

- a yandere thragg is quite literally a character who does not know affection or how to display or receive it in any way whatsoever because his entrenchment in the "traditional viltrumite mindset" and his own greed for power and absolute control makes him incredibly impersonal. Like I'm serious even with the like magical yandere cooties that make him finally understand what love or obsession is, he will literally have to learn the ropes of caring for you as another person and this is a man who has been taught empathy and kindness make you weak so like. Yeah. Like we're talking about a guy who at some point is gonna watch his hybrid children literally splatter as he throws them, literally throws them, at enemies too strong for them and then blames his kids for not being stronger, like. Thragg is a monster and there's no ifs ands or buts about it

-the most romantic this man can come up with is walking straight up to you and telling you "I want to mate" to your face and having gifts made for you from planets he's conquered or things he's killed and that's the best he's got. He doesn't understand the more emotional psychological side of love but he at least understands that sex is something mates do and that it's a bonding experience between you and him and it's a physical pleasure, vulnerability thing. Mated animals have sex and human mates have sex so the two of you are going to have sex alright? He also won't admit it but like. Holding you after sex or letting you rest against him afterwards is the closest you'll get to cuddling because like. He's not gonna ask to cuddle with you just for the sake of cuddling. And even if he ever wanted to (the desire grows with time lol), he would just sit down beside you and pull you into his lap, he wouldn't ask your permission

-like seriously you'll be in bed and it's like 2 am and you'll be woken up by him suddenly rolling you over without any sort of warning, "i want to mate" and that's just. It. You get to lie there as he folds you like a pretzel

-this man fucks just to cum and I think the only way he could be a good lover is if he's big with stamina and you'll reach orgasm through sheer overstimulation and time dedicated because, you want me to believe this man knows foreplay? You think Thragg can eat ass? Please. I feel like in the depths of. Yandereness he would develop a taste for giving oral but like I'm, I'm pretty positive you would be the first ever person he's done that to

- thragg showing affection is like. You're taken along with him to where he works and you walk into the room and he's just absolutely soaked in blood and there's some sort of creature being dismantled in front of him and he turns to you, "this creature has a carapace that can be crafted into fine armor. does its color please you" "y-yes?" "Very well. We shall have a matching set ready by the evening and then we shall mate" "o-ok... thank you Grand Regent" "begone, this area is not safe for you, return to the central hall and await my return" "ok, sure, yeah... I mean, yes Grand Regent"

- yes, even as his mate you'll be calling him his title all the time, although I imagine once he starts really "softening up" he'll demand you call him his name or even "husband" and not doing so and using his title on purpose in defiance will anger him

-absolutely convinced I shit you not that Viltrumites have a duality of "their photos/shrines of you have you either looking as soft and harmless and helpless as possible or they have entire collages of you looking absolutely pissed or doing violent shit" and I'm convinced Thragg would find you being angry hot. Idk. I feel like it's entirely contextual. You give HIM too much lip, he may have to physically punish you, but maybe you get furious at someone else and start tearing into them, even wanting to fight? Obviously depending on context he'll encourage you to tear that person to shreds

- I'm stuck on whether he's a "will watch you get your ass beaten because he wants you to toughen up/fight your own fights" or "if anyone scratches you they're paste" kind of guys. Like can you imagine some, tenured centuries old Viltrumite manages to just absolute piss you off and you're yelling and screaming and swinging on them (maybe you're a human, hybrid, Viltrumite yourself, whatever) and they're just. Forced to stand there and take it. Because the SECOND they so much as GRAB YOU, there's the Grand Regent to absolutely beat their ass. You could almost kill them and Thragg is like goading you on but if they BRUISE YOU like, that's it, it's so one-sided

-I'm just saying, like. Nolan literally used Mark to tear apart an entire subway car of people and was casually offing humans left and right because his status as an almost immortal alien has made him kind of indifferent to other forms of life so like. What the fuck would Thragg do to a Reader who just got their powers and didn't want to work for the Empire or be part of it or even be around him. You cannot convince me this man wouldn't kill so many people directly in front of you. Or even just as a human yourself. Imagine him just tearing through tons of other people because he's trying to scare you onto line. I mean. Nolan was literally ripping people's heads and faces off and tearing out chunks of their body with their bare hands. These people casually break each other's bones and CAN SURVIVE DISEMBOWLING EACH OTHER like. You cannot tell me Thragg wouldn't just literally tear a human in half right in front of you like a kid with a butterfly.

- Thragg is absolutely on that "goes from being extremely distant and nonverbal to all but spending every second of the day with you and gets agitated if you're in a different room for too long" yandere pipeline. This man goes from not knowing how to properly hold a conversation with you to Oh My God If You Don't Sit In My Lap During My War Council Meeting I Will Be SUCH A Bitch About It

Can we like. Can we like talk about THIS

Did he like. Did HE decide this. Is this a Thraxan custom without his input amd this is just a thing the monarch gets. I mean. Comic readers know this man gets MAD pussy for the sake of breeding but like. Is this HIS harem. Did HE build this. Did he tell them to dress like this or is this a Thraxan tradition and he's just like so unbothered by the ass and tiddies. Is this just so people can tell these are His Designated Hoes. Like. Is he secretly being horny on main and pretending he's not a perv or was this done for him and he's just like meh. Yandere Thragg who absolutely HAS to dress you up in custom Viltrum wear or armor or cloaks that match his own, like literally him decking you in armor or like a nicely padded flightsuit is like his version of, giving you lingerie or publicly marking you idk. Like is seeing you covered in sweat and blood just as hot as a normal person would find like, nudes. Lmao

- LASTLY I'm sorry long post. I know I said something conflicting earlier in a different context but. Oh my gosh this man would be THE WORST but also dedicated yandere father. Oh my fucking god. Helicopter parent. Let's just say if you're shooting the shots, you can impregnate as many creatures as you want but if you're the one capable of being pregnant he doesn't want to let you do SHIT because he doesn't want his baby carrying inferior spawn or having a risky pregnancy. Like seriously you could be his son and fucking like as many fucked up weird looking aliens and impregnating all the chicks you want and Thragg doesn't care, and as his daughter it's "father when will I be allowed to date, I came of age over a century ago" "quiet, I have yet to find a suitable mate for you, just continue being obedient and accompany me on this mission" "yes father...."

I can't even imagine like. Being his kid and being powerless, or like temporarily powerless. You have one of those manhwa level neglected childhoods and you grow into a depressed husk and suddenly your powers appear and you're naturally gifted and like above average in everything and Thragg wants to suddenly bond with you and you just look right through him like you wouldn't care if he suddenly dropped dead right in front of you. Someone disrespected you and you just take it because you still remember running up to your father as a child and being shoved away amd he literally doesn't even understand why you have no respect for yourself so he then tries to smother you to make up for lost time

Idk. I'm caught between multiple ideas because I like the idea of Thragg going "oh so you're fragile and powerless? You're literally never leaving my side ever again, if something wants to harm you they'll have to kill me first" and this extends to you just having no life of your own. Maybe he forces you to be a clerk or something for him, papers and desk work and whatnot, something that keeps you safe and close and if you get so much as a sniffle there's an entire array of royal doctors to treat you

That being said, daughter, son, wife, husband, partner, whatever, you're not getting away from this guy. The only things capable of hurting him are essentially alien technology, Viltrumite strength, being a species stronger than a Viltrumite, magic, like... he's invulnerable, he's invincible, he's way too strong, way too fast, and way too mean. He'll keep you on your toes and he'll casually pop heads in front of you like it's talking about the weather if it keeps you in line. If he wants you to be his soldier, you'll be his soldier. If he wants you to be his personal guard, you will be. His mate? No objections need be considered. He's always taken what he wants - that's how he was raised and what his society encourages - and that means acquiring you and absorbing you into his life is no different

#yandere x reader #yandere invincible #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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v4mphour · 1 year

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nsfw alphabet - roronoa zoro

content warnings: afab gn reader (no pronouns used,) lots and lots of kinks (breeding, blood, etc.) masturbation, oral sex, general nsfw content.

18+ mdni

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The most aftercare you’ll get from Zoro is laying down naked with him while drinking sake together, with a few kisses on the forehead from him of course. He’s not very vulnerable at all, but he doesn’t mind sharing sweet moments like that with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, definitely your ass or thighs. He loves giving backshots so he can grip and slap your ass with his huge, calloused hands.

On him, though, probably his arms, chest, and abs. He loves flexing for you and getting you all worked up for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He only ever wants his cum inside you, stuffed deep inside your hole, dripping out. He craves it, and he loves watching his cum leak out of you. Although, if you’re sucking him off or giving him a handjob, he doesn’t mind cumming on your face and watching you lick it off your lips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves being objectified by you, when you stare at his muscled body, your legs pressed together, your face hot, he loves it. Will invite you to watch him workout just so he can take note of the way you get visibly flustered at the sight of his sweaty, toned body.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He didn’t have much experience before you, to your surprise. He mostly goes by what he knows how to do and what his instincts tell him to do; play rough. He’s almost animalistic in the way he handles you, even during your first time together, it all just came to him naturally, his mind telling him to just go feral and he gives in.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press, definitely his preferred position, he loves being able to see the faces you make when he fucks hard into you, his full balls slapping against your ass with each deep thrust he makes. He loves seeing your breasts bounce, too, and even more, he loves grabbing them while he fucks you, playing with your nipples to get you closer to your peak.

He enjoys backshots as well, loves watching your ass bounce against his pelvis while he hits from behind. Also enjoys making you ride him occasionally, most of the time he prefers to be on top though.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Zoro is the exact opposite of goofy. He’s very serious generally, especially in bed; he’ll give an occasional mean chuckle with a smirk just to be mean to you when he forces his cock inside your cunt or down your throat, though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I headcanon Zoro as being much hairier than he’s portrayed as in canon, so I like to imagine he has a bit of a bush down there. He trims it (sometimes.) It’s green but a bit darker than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He does not make an effort to make sex a super intimate or romantic thing, but he can be very romantic in the way he talks to you during the act. Expect lots of sweet pet names, lots of “i love you,” while he’s buried deep inside you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Zoro doesn’t have a super high sex drive, or he didn’t until he met you. The moment his desire for you clicked in his mind, he was off to his quarters and was in his room fucking his fist to the thought of you all night, which surprised him, a lot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. He didn’t think he’d ever want a family, but since he’s been with you, the thought of a couple brats running around isn’t so bad. The urge is overwhelming when he’s deep inside you and all he can think about is stuffing you full of his cum until it’s dripping out of your cunt, and he’s sure he’s fucked you full of his babies.

Blood, pain, biting, anything like that is very very appealing to him. He’s rough and almost primal during sex, and this just adds to that. Loves biting you and licking the blood off as it trickles from your skin, also loves when you do that to him.

Sweat. A bit strange, yes, but he loves the smell of his partner’s sweat. He’d love to have you join him for a workout and lick the sweat off your hot and exhausted body after you’re thoroughly worked. He wouldn’t mind if you did the same for him, either.

Bondage and blindfolding. He loves having you a bit restrained, that gives him all the more power over you. He’ll often use his bandana to tie your wrists behind your back or above your head while he’s thrusting deep into your abused cunt, either that or he'll blindfold you with it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’ll do it anywhere and anytime as long as you’re up for it too. He doesn’t mind a bit of risk, so fucking you in a fitting room of a shop you two have stopped at during a trip to a village, or anywhere public but still somewhat discreet, is fine for him. He prefers doing it in a bedroom, though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hearing and seeing you beg for him. Sometimes, if you’ll come to him, desperate and needy for him to fuck you while he’s working out or resting, he’ll purposely tease you for as long as he can until he gives in, just cause it gets him so hard.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t have any absolute turn offs, he’s very open to most things. One thing he won’t do, though, is use his swords on you during sex. He likes a bit of bladeplay, just not with his own swords; they’re very sacred to him and he’d rather not use them for something like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving and receiving. When he gives, he’s rough, typical for him. He’ll lap at your cunt until you’re screaming and crying, overstimulated and shaking, with your slick dripping down his chin. He gets a bit lost in your taste, and he’ll eat you out for as long as he wants to. When you go down on him, he’s the same; rough. He loves fucking your face, watching the way you cry when you take him down your throat, loves the sense of power that gives him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Soft and slow does not exist to Zoro (most of the time,) he’s brutal and unforgiving with the way he fucks you. Once he’s inside you, he’s going at it, hard and mean. He loves watching the faces you make, hearing the sounds that come from you when he goes fast inside you, never letting up. On the very rare occasion where he’s really tired or has just woken up and needs some quick relief, he’ll do some lazy sex with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Won’t do quickies very often, unless you two are in public and he feels he can go for a quick relief in a far off spot away from people. Other than that, though, he prefers to do multiple rounds, to really satisfy himself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Zoro is pretty much down for anything, open to try new things, not many limits on him in terms of experimentation.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Zoro has absolutely incredible stamina. The man could go for hours if he wants to. He’s big, muscular, and he doesn’t give out easy. Be prepared for long nights of him fucking you into the mattress for hours, cause he isn’t stopping anytime soon.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Zoro prefers not to use toys, he’d rather just go in raw and make you feel good himself, nothing else needed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He thinks it’s fun to tease his partner, get a rise out of you and make you beg for him. He doesn’t like when you tease him, though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Zoro is surprisingly vocal. Will let out grunts and groans as he’s fucking you, and he’s a dirty talker too; degrading you and growling to you, telling you how good you’re taking him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Zoro doesn't come off as a very flirty type initially when you meet him, but once you get to know him better, he’s surprisingly quite a tease. He doesn’t even realize it, really, he just says the right things to make you blush all the time.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is most definitely packing. About 8 inches hard; long, thick, and heavy. Slightly darker than his already tan skin, tip is quite a bit darker too. A few veins going up the bottom and sides, from his tip to the middle. Definitely uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It depends honestly, but on a typical basis, he’ll only really fuck a few times a week. If he’s feeling extra needy, though, he’ll fuck you once everyday.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is Zoro we’re talking about, the man who when he’s not drinking or working out, he’s sleeping. He’s out as soon as he lays down next to you and his head hits the pillow. Loves when you lay your head on him and curl up next to him to take a nap after he’s done fucking you.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro smut #one piece smut

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kyaroscuro · 17 days

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Fairytale Love

A fairytale love represents an unrealistic love in which people might fall in love at first sight or expect to live happily ever after. It's real though? That perfectly defines your relationship with Hyunjae.

pairing : boyfriend!hyunjae x gn!reader genre : established relationship, fluff, childhood bestfriends to lovers, proposal warnings : a bit suggestive? bc hyunjae is a menace but reader is as well, one curse word notes : it started from learning that hyunjae drives a mercedes (which is kinda hot to me) to just being whipped over the man! it's really all cute and i love it very much. enjoy!! words count : 2365

To say that today was an important day is an understatement. You have gone from childhood best friends to lovers to finally celebrating your fifth anniversary as a couple. It’s only fair that after spending your entire childhood together you now plan to grow old together.

Hyunjae is nothing but wild and mischievous and that’s what you like about him. The way he used to tease you in high school because he got better grades than you. Or the way he made fun of you at parties because you’re lightweight. Despite being the jokester, he’s always there for you. Sure, he scored higher on your last exam, but that’s only because you stayed up all night studying together. And whenever you got drunk at a party, he always made sure you got home safely, tucked into your bed with a kiss and a glass of water on the bedside table. He was always the sweetest. Not just to you, but especially with you. And you remember having the best time of your life with him. Sneaking out at night to go to the convenience store. Going to art exhibitions and laughing at how you could do the same, but still being in awe of the talent people have to create such works. Taking the silliest and cutest pictures together, trying all those trends like the couple picture where he had to pick you up only to fail miserably and laughing until you cried. The insecurities? The nights spent comforting each other and crying in each other’s arms from deadlines, exhaustion or heartbreak.

You can’t quite remember the moment you fell in love with him? Maybe it’s because you’ve always been in love with him, you just didn’t think your feelings were romantic until Eric called you out on it. You’ve been jealous before.

When you were 14, he came home with chocolates for valentine’s day and you were so pissed off that he accepted them. Shouldn’t he only accept your chocolates? It wasn’t fair! But on white day, he wrote you a sweet little letter, asking you to go on a picnic with him. Dressed in your prettiest outfit (maybe you wanted to look pretty for him, too, to impress him) you went to the meeting place to find him waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers, your favourite food and, of course, homemade chocolates. You weren’t so angry anymore.

You vaguely remember him telling you about his first kiss when he was 17. He had this huge crush on someone in his class and, as his best friend, you encouraged him to asked them out. When he called you later that night, you could feel the smile in his voice and that alone made your heart sink. But you eventually got over it when you started dating Sunwoo a few months later. Sunwoo was a breath of fresh air, he made you feel alive. You don’t regret dating him and you were really in love with him, you just happened to drift away when you couldn’t escape your feelings for Hyunjae. You’re still good friends and Hyunjae tends to be overprotective when you’re with him. Later in your relationship, Hyunjae told you that he was jealous of Sunwoo because he got all your firsts and saw you at your most vulnerable.

At 21, you were both single and not ready to get involved in another disastrous relationship. Hyunjae had started working as a banker, while your work at the dance studio took up all your time. Nevertheless, you decided to move in together, for the sake of convenience, friendship and bills. That’s when you met Eric and when things started to move.

“Sweetie, you don’t move in with your childhood bestie just because the rent is expensive and it’s close to your respective jobs,” he has said one Wednesday afternoon in between your dance classes.

“Doesn’t he need to pick you up every day too? Man, all he wants to do is show off his Mercedes and his girlfriend?” you would have slapped him for that.

“Really, think about it for more than two seconds. I know you’re in a kind of routine because you’ve known him all your life, but he’s more than your childhood friend, try to think of him as a man”

“I have seen the way he looks at you, I can tell he sees you as a person he wants to cherish and spend his life with, not as his friend. But again, if I’m wrong you can blame me for putting it in your head, and if I’m not… no need to thank me”

“You think so?” you replied after a while.

“You’ll still be best friends, it doesn’t change anything. I’m just saying he might want to kiss you too”

And true enough, you came home earlier that day, deep in your thought, not expecting to see his shoes at the door.

“Y-you’re home already?” he greeted you, stuttering. “You told me you had classes till 7”

“I gave them to Eric, wanted to think about something. But how come YOU’re already home?”

“Are you okay hon?”

Honey. Who calls their best friend a pet name? Isn’t it misleading?

“I’m fine, don’t worry. What have you been doing, it smells so good,” you said with a smile

“Oh, just dinner for us. Surprise, I guess?”

You were struck by the romantic setting of your apartment. Rose petals scattered on the table with a huge bouquet in the middle, dimly lit candles adding to the atmosphere and a gentle, relaxing breeze coming from the open balcony.

“I wanted my confession to be special,” he chuckles “but now that you’re here, I know that anything would have been fine since it’s you and me. And I want it to stay that way for a long time. I love you and if you allow me, I would like to be your partner”

“Idiot, we’re both idiots” you cried. “I’m yours Hyunjae, I always have been. I love you so much more”

Your first kiss was a little awkward but that’s ok because you’ve got a lifetime of kissing to do. You may have ruined his surprise, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, everything about you is spontaneous and beautiful, and this day was no different. In the end, you still can’t believe Eric was right.

So now, five years later, you’re getting ready to spend your anniversary in a fancy restaurant. You’ve travelled a long way to get here. And you wanted to make it even more memorable by proposing. Double check of your outfit : stunning make-up and hair, jewellery on top and accessories to match. The ring in your bag. Now all you have to do is look pretty and wait for your gorgeous boyfriend to arrive in his hot suit driving his even hotter Mercedes. You’re not one to brag about your possessions or hotness, but Hyunjae’s driving has always been a sight to behold. His habit of putting his left hand on your thigh, driving with the windows down and one hand on the wheel make you melt. Maybe you can just brag about that once in a while.

You hear the roar of his Mercedes engine from afar and you smile, knowing that soon he will come to the front door of your newly bought house and say “I’m home, love”. Then he will kiss you and ask you about your day. If he is tired, he will hug you a little tighter and longer, and if he has missed you a little too much, he will kiss you urgently even before taking off his shoes. You’re so used to the life you’ve built that you want your future to be exactly the same. With him. And children.

“I’m home, love!” There he goes.

“Finally! I missed you so much, I couldn’t stop thinking about being with you after you left”

The blush on his cheeks was even pinker than yours. And that has to do with the fact that you consumed your love this morning, as soon as you woke up.

“Baby, you don’t want to turn me on when our reservation is in half an hour, do you?”

“Oh, we did worse in less than thirty minutes when we were at my sister’s wedding,” you smirk

“Yes, we did, and I intend to take my time with you tonight. Let’s go hon”

After locking the door, he takes your hand in his to lead you to the passenger seat. Never one to disappoint a gentleman, he opens the door for you and makes sure you’re safely inside before closing it.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Mhhhh several times already, but go on, I don’t mind hearing it again”

The restaurant is about fifteen minutes from home, which gives you plenty of time to discuss trivial matters such as how has been work for him, whether his colleagues are being annoying again, whether his workload is ok and when he might take time off for holidays (implicitly, your honeymoon). You had more freedom at the dance academy, so you never had any problems arranging schedules. Like today, you took the day off to be ready on time and do some work around the house. But Hyunjae always insisted that you could do whatever you wanted, he was the first to believe in you when no one else would and when you opened the academy, he was the proudest man alive. And yes, he helped with the funding. The two of you complement each other perfectly.

“A reservation for two under the name of Lee Jaehyun”

“This way” the waitress leads you to a table overlooking the sea, which you swear has been decorated in the same way as Hyunjae’s first dinner for you after his confession.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” you don’t know if you said it to the waitress or to Hyunjae but you are in awe. Everything is perfect and you’re here with the love of your life to write a new page in your book.

“Have I told you how hot you are? I think it’s a crime to look so hot, even when you’re driving, I’m only human, you know? “

“I don’t think you ever have, but please tell me more often and maybe I’ll drive you more often if you like it so much”

“I like you,” you stick your tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes.

You eat in relative silence, if not for some jokes thrown haphazardly and quiet laughter as answers. You enjoy each other’s presence, bathing in the soft atmosphere given by the restaurant’s lights. You’re drawn to the sea; it looks calm and soothing, so you tell Hyunjae in between bites that you want to go there when you’re done eating. And this anniversary date couldn’t be more perfect. From starter to dessert everything was delicious, the kind of meal that satisfies the heart and mind. When you’re ready to leave, the waitress comes over to thank you. She also tells you how beautiful you are together; you radiate love and it’s hard not to notice how much you love each other. She wishes you all the best and you feel touched by her gesture. Hyunjae seems to feel the same way, as he bows one last time with a smile before taking you out.

“I can’t believe people see us like this,” he says once you’ve reached the beach

“Me neither, we’re so hopelessly in love with each other that we live in our own world and…”

“And people are happy to witness our happiness.”

“I think that is the greatest compliment anyone had ever paid me,” he nods and agrees

“Not even when I told you I loved your voice this morning?” you recall your morning escapade.

“Shut up,” you laugh and slap him

The two of you walk a little further along the fresh sand until you find a good spot to watch the sun set. It’s getting a bit cooler as it’s early april but Hyunjae’s arms find your shoulders to protect you from the cold breeze. You snuggle into his embrace, looking at his features more than the scenery. He’s really beautiful. And he’s yours. He grins when he feels your eyes on him.

“I know I am a whole landscape worthy of your attention but the sun is about to go down, baby”

You giggle again, so it’s time. Before you can get out of his arms, he puts his jacket over your shoulders and kisses you. Then you see the orange hue of the sky lighting up his beautiful eyes as he gets down on one knee. You gasp. He did not.

“Like I said five years ago, no matter what I’ve planned, no matter what time or situation we’re in, when it’s you and me nothing else matters. The sun is about to set, but my feelings for you are like a flame that that cannot be extinguished and that never stops growing. Maybe it's because of the fire you light in me every moment. I love you and I want to be the only one to love you for the rest of my life, for the rest of yours and for the rest of ours. Would you allow me to be your partner for life ? Would you marry me ?”

He did it. That idiot is smiling at you with bright eyes and a beautiful diamond ring in a velvet box. God you love him more than you’ve ever loved anyone.

“Idiot. I ruined your confession back then and you ruined my proposal today, now we’re even,” you can’t help the smile spreading across your face. “We’re both idiots in love, I love you and I’m still yours, will always be now”

It’s playful, the way you like it. In a way, he’s still your best friend, the best friend you’ll spend your life with. Except now, you kiss him more often, you get intimate and you will have children together. You love him so much, you could be living you own real fairy tale.

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Diamonds

pausing our regularly scheduled program with a luke hemmings blurb bc i love him and his solo music and i'm sad i couldn't go to any of his shows 😔 i'll get back to harry soon, but i'll take inspo wherever i can rn. enjoy!

"The next one we're gonna play for you is one of the most vulnerable songs I've ever written," Luke said, mouth pressed up against the microphone. The shimmer you helped spread over the lids of his eyes practically glowed under the blue lights that lit the stage. You thought he looked ethereal, the very embodiment of the music he was performing tonight.

"When I was putting together the final tracklist for this album," Luke continued, "I was hesitant to add this song because I was afraid that it was too vulnerable, but I was convinced that it was worth sharing, that the emotions and experiences behind this song would reach those who needed to hear it the most.

"The person who convinced me, and played a crucial part of making this record, is here tonight, and to them, I would just like to say thank you. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn't and making me brave enough to truly face my demons. You pulled me out of the deep end when it felt like I was drowning, and I would be a completely different person than I am today without you. I love you. My heart and soul is yours to keep."

Cheers were heard throughout the venue as the opening chords began. As Luke started to sing, you were thankful that you decided to watch the concert from backstage, unable to keep tears from welling in your eyes.

"Cut like diamonds and sink like stones, starve myself 'til I'm skin and bone, I'm so much older than I ever thought I would be."

He said that often. My heart and soul is yours to keep. Yours to keep safe, was what he meant. It had taken him a long time to open up to you and trust your ability to be a good partner, so him saying that his heart was yours was huge. He trusted you that much not to break his heart, to never let him sink back into old habits and bitter thoughts. That level of trust meant everything to you.

In his little speech, Luke thanked you for being the one to convince him to release the song, which was true in a way. He'd been conflicted about the song at first, not ready to share such a dark period of his life so publicly. The song had originally been just a way to express himself, to put everything he'd been through on paper without ever letting it see the light of day.

Luke had shared what the song was about, had opened up to you just what had made him feel that way in the past—toxic relationships, poor decisions that led to even worse habits, hurting the people closest to him, all of his mistakes. He didn't hide any of it from you, and you took all of those misgivings, all of those past mistakes, and showed him that you loved him anyway.

"How far is far? Are we too deep in? How dark is dark? I need to see it."

It wasn't easy at first. When you met, Luke wasn't in a place where he could give himself to anyone emotionally. He believed that he was too damaged to be loved the way he deserved and that he was better off being alone and unhurt than trying to fall in love again and risk being completely ruined by someone he thought he could trust. He had been more closed off than anyone you'd ever met, but all of it just made you want to show him what love without conditions looked like. And he couldn't fathom why. Luke was never rude to you about it. He never snapped at you or pushed you away or treated you badly to make a point, he just truly believed that he wasn't worth your time.

*.*

You were at his house, hanging out as friends. Only this time you surprised him by bringing him flowers.

Luke had been completely dumbfounded, unsure of your intentions. You told him it was just to brighten up his home a little, and because you liked doing nice things for the people you cared about. He didn't question you much further, but the rest of the time you were together, you caught him staring at the bouquet that stood in the vase you'd placed them in. His gaze had been wary and apprehensive each time, and you finally told him the truth.

"I want to take you on a date," you said simply.

Luke seemed surprised, which led to a conversation that was perhaps a step below an argument, but only because you calmly listened to Luke and evaded his tactics to push you away with ease.

"I—I don't deserve you," he finally said, but his voice was heavy with emotion, like he desperately didn't want it to be true.

"Who decides what we do and don't deserve, Luke?" you said to him, resting your hand over his and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. To your surprise, he didn't pull away.

"I'm not good enough for you," he amended.

With a close-lipped smile, you leaned over from your spot on his couch and placed your thumb between his brows, smoothing the furrow there. "I think you think you're a worse person than you are."

You kissed his brow, your touch just enough for him to feel your lips brush his skin. When you pulled back, you tapped his nose with your knuckle. "I won't push you, and I won't try to fix you," you said, because the truth was, you didn't believe he needed fixing. But you knew you weren't going to be able to convince him of that. Not now, anyway. "But I will tell you this: you are a remarkable person, and when you're ready, I'd love to love you one day."

*.*

"I'm on my way out, losing the dream. I feel it crash down, down on me. Caught in the madness, holding on me. Is this the way it will always be?"

It took some time, but Luke eventually believed what you did from the day you met him. You were there to see him through the thick of it, holding his hand when he needed you to and giving him space when he asked. He'd gone off to write for a little while, and when he came back, you could practically see the weight lift from his shoulders. It was as if he'd left his biggest demons at the cabin he'd been staying in.

And now he was at his own solo concert performing the songs that held the deepest secrets of his heart. Luke sang each word with passion and pride, the kind that came from knowing that he'd overcome the darkness that had held him for so long. He wasn't drowning anymore, but he sang his songs so that his fans could see that it was possible to be in a dark place and come out of it.

The song faded to its end, and Luke bowed before the crowd as they cheered. He held his hands together in front of his face, the appreciation written in his features abundantly clear. You watched him survey the crowd with so much pride you thought you were going to burst, but you ended up just shedding a couple more tears instead.

While fans were still cheering and his band was playing chords that would lead into the next song, Luke jogged to the side of the stage where you were standing. You hadn't expected him to come over to you, but when you saw his face, you knew what he needed.

Your arms opened for him just in time as he wrapped himself around you. He held onto you tight, his face buried in your hair as he lifted you off the ground. You held on just as fiercely, hoping it would sufficiently express just how much you loved him.

Time stopped as Luke held you in his arms. He had a whole crowd waiting for him to sing the next song, but neither of you seemed worried about getting him back onstage. When he finally set you back down, you kissed his cheek a couple times before kissing him properly, your hands on either side of his face.

"Okay, okay, no more of that," you said, when he kept trying to follow your lips as you pulled away from him, wanting just one more kiss. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you."

Luke began to turn like he was going to do just as you said, but before he walked away, he spun on his heel and caught you in one last kiss. Satisfied by your tinged cheeks, he grinned and kissed your cheek. "Mean the world to me, darlin.'"

Hearing him say that made you melt every single time, and he knew that. Shoving his shoulder playfully toward the stage, you said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now go be a rockstar, will you? You're keeping everyone waiting. Myself included."

Luke finally turned around for real and did just that.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings oneshot #luke hemmings one shot #luke hemmings angst

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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bro you’re. you’re so cracked. for months bro i’ve looked at you in shock and awe, i could never keep up the way you can man. huge respect for you.

i know you posted it sunday, i saw it when it still had 5 kudos, and i was going to say something but then i got a little shy. my extraverted-ness immediately leaves when i get online. but i am begging you (respectfully) for more of the Jolly n Ghost knifeplay fic. that was fucking fantastic dude. on your A+ game per usual. it’s absolutely fine if you don’t get around to it, no worries.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x male reader

Part 2 to the knifeplay prompt

Headcanons

Hehe im glad you liked my first part to this, you’re making me blush with the compliments. isn’t any blood n stuff in this but I hope you still enjoy :)

- After that night in the practice room, Ghost and you had gotten closer. What you had didn’t have a label, but everyone could tell you both had come to some type of agreement, and it was making you two tolerate one another, even enjoy the others company.

- No one knows what happened, but there ended up being multiple rumours about what two of the teams best and bloodiest soldiers could have gotten up to, especially after the bloody mats were found.

- You had done your best to clean the mats, but there was only so much you could do, especially since you and Ghost had been so busy humping like rabbits and the blood had dried when you were done.

- The time you spent together outside of missions and duties was like the first night for the most part, dangerous, hot, and bloody. Neither of you ever went without a few cuts or bruises, your late-night sparring regularly ending with one of you on all fours as the other held the first down by the back of their neck and went to town.

- That didn’t mean there weren’t short moments of softness, where after you had both been wrung dry of all you had where Ghost and you would lay side by side, even cuddling at times. There were times where Ghost would turn to you and kiss you so softly and carefully, as if you were made of glass and would break if he went any rougher.

- It always made something unfurl like a flower in your chest, basking in his careful touches as he revealed some tiny vulnerable part of him.

- Ghost had been called away on a mission with the main folk, meaning Soap, Gaz and Price, leaving you behind on base with the rookies and alike.

- You knew they could take care of themselves, so you just went about your business, training rookies and helping out where you were needed. Staying close to your callsign you never let the grin drop from your lips, your mood always high and bubbly, though this did not make you weak, many of the other people on base could say this from experience.

- You were in a great mood when the team returned, and as you went to go welcome them back a ruckus caught you attention as they landed. Soap was out first, Price quickly following after, the two of them lugging somebodies limp, bloody body.

- You heart gave a lurch as you recognized that body, it was Ghost. The grin you knew was on your lips tightened as panic filled your being, his hands tightening into fists by your side as medics quickly arrived and carted your partner? Away.

- The other three made their way to the medbay, all looking like they had been dragged to hell and back as they stumbled past you, though they were all standing and conscious, which could not be said about Ghost.

- Price must have seen the look in your eyes as he patted you on the shoulder as he passed you, “he’s alright Jolly, don’t you worry, Ghost is tough” he said to comfort you.

- You knew better than anyone how tough Ghost could be, seeing as you both spent a lot of time ripping each other to bits and putting each other back together afterwards, but it didn’t lessen the painful feeling in your chest.

- You tried to stay yourself during the next few days as Ghost didn’t wake up, but you couldn’t help but be short with people, your anxiety for the Brit growing more and more every day.

- You still had a smile on your face, it was something you had trained into yourself after your violent torture, even if you hid it with your balaclava. But seeing Ghost like that, so cold and still on the medical bed, it was like it ripped open every scar you had on your body and left you freezing.

- You visited Ghost every day, more than once for that matter, always hoping he would be awake to roll his eyes at you and tell you not to worry, maybe even insult you for being such a worrywart, but he didn’t move, not even a twitch.

- It was impossible to sleep at night, the dark bags under your eyes growing day by day even as they were hidden by the black paint you wore around them. You knew it was obvious you weren’t coping well, and it was obvious to others as recruits avoided you like the plague and your friends looked at you with worry.

- Finally, one day when exercising in the bases gym, you overheard a group of people talk about Ghost, and when one of them made a comment about how they hoped he didn’t wake up, something in you seemed to snap.

- Because during those long sleepless nights you had realized what you felt for Ghost wasn’t just some random spark that came with an exciting bed partner, but it was love. You had realized you were so in love with Ghost the idea of losing him was destroying you.

- Your world had bled red and when you came back to yourself it was because you were being held to the ground by Price, Soap, and Gaz. Price was talking to you, but you could make sense of anything he was saying, your eyes stuck on the soldier you had jumped as he was taken out of the gym by his mates.

- You had been benched after that, not allowed to use the gym, or get involved with anything involving planning, training, or the likes. All you could really do was clean, do kitchen duty or sit with Ghost.

- So that’s what you did, you sat with Ghost. Sitting in silence with your hands clenched tight, shoulders tense, and scars burning as if they were brand new. You got little sleep, most of it by Ghosts bedside sitting in those horrible chairs all medical facilities seemed to use, arms crossed over your chest and body ready to spring into action if needed.

- It was evening, not too late but late enough that no one was moving about, and Ghost had been moved into a personal room a while ago as he still didn’t wake up, at least there was the privacy of the room being like that.

- You found yourself by his bedside again, holding his limp hand as he stared down at the white sheets that covered him. All of a sudden, the fabric around your face felt so constricting, and frustration flared in your chest as you reached up and tore it off, balling up the black fabric of your balaclava and throwing it at the floor.

- Your hair was a mess, you know this for a fact, having not washed it since Ghost went into this coma of his, it just didn’t seem important when the man who had wormed his way into your heart was here and not waking up.

- For once you weren’t smiling, a painful frown on your face as you clasped onto Ghosts hand, trying so hard to will him to move, or make a noise, anything. Your eyes blurred as tears gathered in them as scenarios played through your mind for the thousandth time.

- What if he didn’t wake? What if he didn’t return your feelings? What if, what if, what if.

- You had been so consumed by the painful feelings and thoughts that you didn’t notice Ghosts eyes fluttering, slowly opening, or his head turning in your direction as you sat with your head ducked down, trying so hard not to start sobbing.

- “Never thought I’d see the day” a raspy voice said from the bed, your head quickly snapping up and trying in vain to blink away tears, the tears running down your cheeks and leaving wet lines down your face.

- You didn’t know what to say, keeping Ghosts eyes that looked at you softly, he still looked exhausted, but he gripped your hand back when you didn’t react.

- “And here I thought id never see you not smiling, Jolly” he chuckled softly, his voice rough and dry, sounding slightly pained as the chuckling made his body move just a little. You just let out a pain noise at seeing him awake, finally springing to your feet and knocking the chair you were sitting in over.

- “Ghost” you choked, eyes welling up with tears again as the iron cold grip that had been on your hard loosened, trying to find words to express just how relieved you were to see him awake, how much you loved him, how much he meant to you, but nothing came out.

- Seeming to notice your dilemma Ghost just huffed a laugh and pulled you close with the grip he had on your hand, and when you were close enough to leant in to press a soft kiss to your lips. His lips were dry and chapped, but kissing him was the best feeling you had ever experienced.

- A wobbly noise left you as you reached up and held onto his face almost desperately, kissing him over and over, your tongues rubbing against one another and getting spit all over your chins.

- Ghost was the one to finally pull back, not giving you enough time to whine at the loss of contact as he pressed his forehead against your own, his hands coming up to comb through your messy hair.

- “Hope you didn’t miss me too much Jolly” he joked, a scoff leaving your lips as he grasped onto his shirt, not wanting to let go any time soon.

- “Don’t you dare do that again Simon” you growled, staring deeply into his eyes, his eyes seeming to grow even softer and fonder as you used his name, his hand coming down to caress your cheek.

- Pecking your lips one last time he just muttered he couldn’t make any promises, to which you let out an annoyed grunt. You stayed like this for a while, not wanting to let go of the other and just needing to feel the others contact and attention.

- The feelings that had been brewing in your chest didn’t seem to be able to be contained anymore as the quiet words of confession fall from your lips, the fear or losing Simon too great, the knowledge that you had almost lost the ability to tell him.

- Simon tensed up but slowly relaxed again, his beautiful eyes looking into your own. Carefully, Simon reached up and pulled off his balaclava, revealing his scarred-up face and blonde hair to you.

- It made the warmth inside you grow even further to see him. He had never been a man of words, but as he pulled you in to kiss you once more, you knew his answer, and it made you want to weep tears of joy.

- You could almost forget you were in a hospital room, on a military base. Being here with Simon was more than enough, to know he loved you back even though he couldn’t say it was enough. This was all you needed, all Simon needed too. To have each other, nothing else mattered.

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isa-ghost · 2 months

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happy early borth use me as a vessel to infodump about your qphil headcanons immediately that’s an order >:D

This too-broad I Just Wanna Hear You Be Abnormal About Your Guy prompting thing is gonna become an inside joke between us I s2g

I think rather than hcs I'm gonna go on a rant about this sTUPID MOTHERFUCKERS WACK ASS BRAIN. YOU ARE YOUR OWN BIGGEST EMOTIONAL DETRIMENT, YKNOW THAT qPHILLIP MINECRAFT? GOD.

This entire thing applies to AMFMN Phil btw

That son of a bitch is such a MESS. He's so deep in his own bullshit he doesn't even see the times he contradicts himself or acts like a hypocrite.

He has to care for everyone (he feels obligated to as the Usually Oldest And Wisest + being constantly put into the paternal/caretaker role) but god forbid anyone takes care of him, even when he needs it most. When people take care of him he feels like he's failed somehow and he gets this not-quite ashamed or embarrassed feeling, but still Distinctly Uncomfortable And Awkward nonetheless.

He's like thousands of years old and has had more life experience to handle stress 100x heavier than "just a scratch" or "feeling a bit sad." He's spent decades just fucking around risking his life in hardcore mode, which puts near-constant strain on a person. Which has definitely warped his perception of what's too much for himself. He has a HUGE problem with being too critical of when something is or isn't Enough to be "worth" letting himself be upset or down for the count for a while. (In AMFMN he's going to be told straight up he Should Have Literally Died with how bad of shape he'll be in and that's the only reason besides his body being in literal physical shambles that he's going to remain bedridden during the recovery arc).

It's so foreign to him between his habitual isolation (hc life), rarely actually being taken down long-term by any threat, and his own evasion of being the one depending on someone that he just. He doesn't know what to do here. It's like putting socks on a dog and watching them try to walk all weird, he's like What The FUCK Is This?? How Do I Navigate This Situation?? He hates it.

Also survivalist brain hates feeling vulnerable in any way in general obviously, so that's another factor. But FUCK MAN sometimes you NEED to, it's HEALTHY even!! You dumb ass motherfucker!! Like yeah he'll cry, but not in like a Go To His Room And Let Himself Break A Little way, in a "these extremely stressful circumstances are actively happening/ongoing and it's overwhelming me so badly that I couldn't hold this back if I tried" way. Case in point: Ender King's initial arrival and how the kids couldn't see anything, or his actual possession and telling Tallulah to flee.

Alternatively if something involves not him but his loved ones, THEN he'll cry. Assuming it's not something he can do anything about (bc then his default reaction is Pissed The Fuck Off and preparing to throw infinite hands). Case in point: the goodbye letters pre-Purgatory.

But generally speaking this idiot is SO BAD at emotional self-care and letting himself be the one looked after for a change, it feeds into a lot of his other flaws (ie: being strong all the time & how he pushes that on Chay). But like. It's not just done out of refusal due to stubbornness.

It's fucking tragic, honestly. He's spent So Long being this way, he just straight up genuinely doesn't know How to be in the reversed role. Like even if he Wanted to be, it's so beyond his comprehension now that he doesn't think he Can. And a shred of why he continues not to just Start is bc he knows deep down that there is SO MUCH shit he's bottled up and buried or ignored over time, esp ever since The Nightmare, that if he let himself stop being a brick wall he'd crumble for so long he doesn't know what he'd be like once he recovered, or if he would even bounce back properly. And he does NOT like the idea of being irreversibly fucked up by properly digesting the trauma and grief and stress he's been through over the last year.

He'd rather truck on and "keep it together for the kids." :)

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Closer Than Flesh - Insights

Jake has hardly any opportunity to react to his changing body. The orgasm that washes through his body is so intense and so enduring Jake can do hardly anything but moan, as his body reforms again, throwing him into yet another life. It is clear to see from the beginning that the new body Jake is getting is much less bulky than Dragoslav's athletic boxer body.

The big calves and biceps Dragoslav had worked so hard on cultivating melt away in seconds, leaving Jake's frame much thinner - and also smoother. While his chest and groin had been shaved before, they become even more smooth by the moment, and his arms and legs follow suit. While his body is still undoubtable male (pronounced by the huge stiff dick Jake still has his hand around), it becomes much slimmer and delicate. It's not weak, at least not compared to Jake's original body, but there are no bulging muscles, enabling him to move elegantly like a dancer.

His skin tone darkens somewhat, giving him a slightly olive tone, which is still a stark contrast to the pale bodies of Marcel and Dragoslav he had been in before. It seems that this skin has been sun-kissed but hardly ever burned. It is free of blemishes or skars, just smooth and beautiful and perfect. On his arms and neck, green ink appears, accentuating the perfect skin even more.

The whole body that forms has a youthful charm to it, but not so youthful to sow any doubts if the body is that of an adult.

All during his transformation, the orgasm from jerking off is still ongoing, making Jake moan loudly. Finally, the world around him returns, forming a cheap apartment around him again: Comparable in wealth to the one Marcel was living in, but decorated entirely different. Although made from cheap materials, there are some vases with flowers around, and everything is clean and tidy.

Jake finds himself sitting on a couch and shooting one bigger spurt of cum, now someone else’s cum, on the coffee table before the orgasm finally subsides.

Skyler, too, is lost in ecstasy. He feels good! Dragoslav's big hand has brought him over the edge quickly, and he had managed to use the stone to get them out just in time.

At the same time, Skyler feels miserable. Vulnerable like he had never felt for the last centuries and violated by what those humans just did to him. Through their flawlessly executed magic ritual, they had taken Skyler's power and transferred it into nothing more than a piece of rock. A stone, adorned with a symbol Skyler hadn't seen for ages now, a symbol he would very much like to forget. Yet, they had somehow found out about the symbol and about who it stands for. It had been ages since Skyler had fought that being, and yet, it still continues to haunt him. Finally, they had released Skyler, after siphoning more than half his essence. It had apparently been luck on his side, that they didn't drain him empty. Those humans had underestimated the full extent of his might, and the stone just could not hold any more of it. So, they finally dismissed Skyler, convinced that what little power remained in him should pose no danger.

The sad part is, that they are right. Less than half his magic remains with him, and Skyler feels as empty and powerless as he has not felt in all of his existence. Back in his home plane, in his palace of twisted flesh in the seventh hell, Skyler is furious. His clawed hand opens and makes a fist continuously as he walks back and forth. His tail twitches uneasily, mirroring his thoughts. He needs to get his power back, but he does not know how. The cultists mentioned other demons whose power had been taken, but Skyler doesn't know who. Hell holds demons uncounted, most of them pitiful and weak. But nobody would admit to losing power - too great was the risk that others would take advantage of that fact. Life in hell is dangerous and cruel. There is just no room for weakness down here.

Still, Skyler is at a loss. He needs help to deal with this situation, that is certain. He does not like it, but of all the demons of hell, there is probably only one that can help him now.

Skyler sits down on his throne. The four men the throne is made of sigh and moan as Skyler sits down on their naked flesh that is twisted and transformed to form his furniture. The two ridiculously large and perpetually erect cocks that form the thrones armrests throb and pulse as Skyler rests his arms on them. Usually, he considers the throne one of his best works among all the palace that is entirely made out of the bodies of foolish men Skyler had transformed for his pleasure. In a way, he is nicer than other demons. He isn't much of a fan of eternal torture or unnecessary cruelty. It is entirely fine for him when his victims are caught in a never ending haze of orgasmic bliss as he repurposes their bodies and souls. Today, however, Skyler can't find joy in all that. Sighing and preparing mentally for the difficult conversation ahead, he booms into the empty throne room:

"Come Forth, Mog'Tol!"

Slowly, Jake's breath slows down again, and he looks around, taking in his surroundings. Bright sunlight comes through the wine red curtains. It is pretty hot here, but his new body seems to be used to the heat: He doesn't find it particularly uncomfortable. Feeling safe enough for the moment, Jake's first impulse is to search for a mirror. He stops in his tracks however shortly after he stands up. He should clean up first. He can't have dried up cum stains on his coffee table after all. So, Jake takes a paper towel and wipes away the generous coating of cum from the surface, before he disposes of the soft piece of paper.

Now that this is taken care of, he quickly finds the bathroom and looks at himself in the spotless mirror. His new body is really handsome! A boyish charm on a well maintained slim body. A piercing in his ear and a few tattoos accentuate the natural beauty of his. His body hair is neatly shaved away, making him smooth and flexible. The only thing that stands out is his large cock, which is a bit out of line. Jake would have expected a more modest equipment and he is puzzled for a moment why the stone's magic decided on such a large python between his legs.

Still, the body is handsome beyond measure. If he could, he definitely would have sex with himself right away. The memory of him being straight fades by the second.

Even though he just rubbed one out, Jake feels himself getting aroused again, simply by admiring his own body. The large cock slowly raising again, as...

Skyler! Right! That's the reason why has such a large penis. It's his dick Skyler! No, that's not right, not his dick, but his... friend? It makes sense, yes. With such a magnificent tool, who wouldn't give it a name and talk to it once in a while.

Back to admiring! He just loves the way his smooth stomach meets his large, erect cock. It's a stark contrast and yet a work of art in itself.

His thoughts are interrupted by the voice of Skyler in his head.

"Holy shit, that's one killer body!"

"I know, right?", Jake grins and gives Skyler a playful stroke, which is immediately answered by a throb of the stiff rod. One thing he especially loves about his body is his near limitless stamina. Others call him insatiable, but that doesn't matter to Jake.

"Damn, my cock is already slick from pre again!" Jake says to himself. "Better give it what it wants."

Skyler wants to object, to a lot of things. To Jake not talking to him but about him. To calling him his cock again. Especially to using 'it' to refer to him. But the touch of his hand feels just so good. A quick jerk certainly won't hurt, right?

Just before Skyler is lost in the pleasure, he suddenly remembers the vision. The throne, made of the warped bodies of four men, entangled in pleasure together for eternity. With every ounce of self-control, he can muster, he says:

"Jake, stop!"

Jake stops, somewhat confused, and asks: "Why?"

It helps Skyler to think clearly that Jake doesn't continue to tease him.

"Because that's what the demon wants! That we lose ourselves like this. It's the demon Jake, it's his influence."

Jake sighs. "But it feels so good. I mean, have you looked at this body? Perhaps we can just..."

"No, Jake! We can't! You need to get dressed and then we need to find out what to do. Remember, we don't have much time. Perhaps only a few hours."

"Fine!", the light and playful voice of Jake's new body sounds disappointed and annoyed, but he takes his hand from his cock.

Slowly, Skyler returns to his flaccid state and doesn't object when Jake puts on a tight fitting pair of silk underwear.

"We also need to talk about what happened earlier." Skyler states, although he is certain that this isn't going to be an easy talk.

"What do you mean? You had a good idea, and we escaped the demon's henchmen." Jake answers, sounding somewhat confused.

Skyler really wishes he could have that discussion face to face with him, but he had to work with what was available.

"That's not what I mean. I meant the way you are behaving lately. You are being rude to me and also, you're acting like a real asshole to be honest. You almost hurt the old lady back then, who didn't do anything!"

Jake stays silent for a while and Skyler would give everything to be able to see his face. Is he angry? Hurt? Did his words reach him? Skyler can't even say if Jake is thinking or playing with his phone.

"Sorry, I guess." Jake's new voice finally answers. "It's a lot for me, with all the magic and demons and bodies."

Skyler feels sorry for Jake, he really does. But he still needs to press his point, as much as it pains him to torture his friend.

"I know, Jake. But you have to stay strong, you have to stay you. Otherwise, I can't see how we are going to get out of it."

There is no answer, but Jake sighs again.

"Alright, let's find out where we are."

Again, unlocking the phone thankfully works and after a short while, Jake shares his first insights.

"Okay. So apparently, we are in Argentina. My name is José, which is a really cool name by the way, and he doesn't appear to be particularly rich, judging from his apartment. Also, do you know the App 'Grindr'? I keep getting notifications from it."

"Ehm yes. It's like Tinder, but for dudes only, if you catch my drift. Only focused even more on sex. Seems like José is pretty gay.", Skyler explains.

"Makes sense. Let me scroll through really quickly. Hmmm. Oh. That's a penis. Okay.", Jake says, clearly distracted.

"Focus, Jake!"

"Right, sorry. So, judging from the last few chats, I am some kind of... gay prostitute? I seem to be willing to sleep with everyone and ask for money in return."

"Yeah... That's a prostitute." Skyler agrees.

After a few moments, Skyler suddenly gets an idea, a big idea, an epiphany even.

"Oh wow! I think I just understood something! Have you also wondered how the bodies are chosen?"

"Actually, I thought they were chosen pretty randomly. I couldn't see a pattern yet."

"Well, perhaps the exact body is random, but the general theme is not. I mean, think about it: We desperately needed to find out more about the stone and, boom, all of a sudden, we're in Romania, only two hours’ drive away from the place I found it in. We escape from the demon's goons by jerking off together and find ourselves in the body of a sex crazed sex worker. This really fits together too well! "

"Yes, perhaps you're on to something. The times before when we barely escaped, my body always became stronger than the last, more fighter like. People you wouldn't want to meet after dark. But how does it work?" Jake sounds excited as well.

"It's because the stone..." Skyler is so close to understanding, he can almost feel it. What does he know about the stone? It's a portion of Baelnath's power, sure, but how does that... Oh!

"It's because the stone works with demonic magic! And the difference between human magic and demonic magic is that demonic magic does what you mean, not what you say."

"Neat! That means if we really mean it, we could return to my original body?"

"Our original bodies, but yes, I think so. However, ... I don't think we should yet." Skyler sounds a bit sad as he says so.

"Why not? Now that we know how it works, what is stopping us?"

"The demon. If we return to our old lives, this will not stop the demon from chasing us. If anything, it will make it easier for him. He only needs a few hours to locate us and then he attacks. Even though this is really cruel, I rather have a Marcel or Dragoslav killed than myself. "

" You think the demon killed them? " Jake sounds stunned.

"What else do you think he does to them after we leave the bodies? Invite them for tea?" Skyler could think of more alternatives, thinking back to the palace of the demon. But that is something he doesn't need to share with Jake right now.

"Do you think he has killed me? I mean my original body? Let me check!" Jake says with a hint of panic.

"What are you doing?" Skyler is alarmed. He just hopes Jake doesn't do anything stupid.

"Relax, I'm just googling."

"Okay... This is weird.", he concludes after a while. "We are reported as missing, both of us. Missing, but not dead, which is a plus. I don't know about the Arab guy, but for Marcel and Dragoslav... There is just no record of them."

"So, they haven't been reported as missing?"

"No, and I can't find anything else on them. No Facebook profile, Google yields nothing... It's like they don't even exist!"

"Weird. Try Piotr or Tălmara perhaps."

"Hmmm... Nothing on the town, but there's something on Piotr. According to the translator, he posted on Facebook that he fell and hit his head when he went swimming and that next time someone should better come with him. Oh, he mentions some girl, I think he is hitting on her with that. " Jake reports.

"So, Piotr is still alive, that's a relief."

"Yes, but still no sign of Marcel. It's like..."

"... He doesn't even exist." finishes Skyler. "Creepy. Do you think the stone just creates their lives?"

"That's the only explanation. And it also explains Marcel's poster. He had an erotic poster of a girl in his apartment, but after we watched gay porn together, it changed to a guy."

"Which also makes it easy for the stone to fulfill our wishes when we use it. It doesn't have to find a suitable host body, it 'just' creates a live that fits." Skyler deducts. "But this also means that everything about your new body *could* be related to what we want most, to find out more about Baelnath and defeat him."

"I think that's going a bit far. I don't see how Marcel being a construction worker helped us in any way." Jake sounds sceptic.

"True, not everything is related. But who knows, let's go through José's stuff."

Most of the prostitute's belongings are not really helpful in any way - although the amount of sex toys is simply astonishing. José has a whole wardrobe filled with neatly sorted toys, from fleshlights to butt plugs.

Finally, Jake and Skyler concentrate on José's phone again.

"Perhaps let's go through the contacts." Skyler suggests.

"Alright, who do we have here... I really have a lot of customers as it seems. Francisco Aguilar, Emilio Botezatu, Carlos Gutierrez, Esteban Fernandez, ..." Jake reads.

"Wait. What was that?" Skyler interrupts.

"Esteban Fernandez?" Jake repeats.

"No, the, I think second name. Can you repeat it?"

"Emilio Botezatu?"

"Yes, that one! I've heard that last name before... But I don't remember where."

"You're right, Sky!" Jake is excited. "It's the name the old lady in Tălmara mentioned! Right, you couldn't understand that. It's the name of the family who lived in the house where you found the stone. She said that they made deals with the devil."

"Oh! So, they are related to that 'Binding Circle' from my vision. I don't think that name is a coincidence. Perhaps he is a descendant of that family?"

"Possibly. We should definitely talk to him! Hm, apparently, he is a customer. I don't have a phone number, just a Grindr handle."

"That works, too." Skyler decides. "But be careful, this is a hell of an opportunity. We need to be very subtle and quick, so Baelnath doesn't send his henchmen after us before we learned everything."

Jake smiles. "Well, I know a way for us to get close to him no problem. That's okay for you, pija [dick]?"

Skyler sighs. "Yes, you're probably right. It's the best way to get close to him without raising suspicion. Go for it, gigolo."

And like that, Jake messages Emilio on Grindr. From their history, it's pretty clear that Emilio is a top and has met with José once before, to 'plow his juicy ass', as he put it. It doesn't take too much convincing on Jake's side to arrange another meeting this night, after describing how empty his ass feels and how he misses Emilio’s big prick.

Of course, Jake has absolutely no recollection of any past meeting, but he seems to strike the right note, since Emilio instantly sends him a picture of a rather big bulge tenting some old work jeans. It's not even pretended when Jake comments that he can't wait. Both him and Skyler feel horny enough from the short conversation to yearn towards their meeting tonight.

When the evening finally comes and it's time for Jake to leave the house, he is feeling somewhat nervous. Not only is there the real danger of meeting the demon's men again, and the whole thing could be a well laid trap, but also Jake also feels insecure about the job ahead. He has never taken it up the ass or had sex with a man before (and only once with a woman), so he isn't quite sure what to expect. He just hopes José's instincts or Skyler's experience on that matter will help him.

Emilio's home is a farm house as it seems. Luckily, there are no more workers around, and either Emilio lives alone or has arranged for an empty house. Nevertheless, Jake feels incredibly nervous, as he rings the doorbell.

When Emilio opens the door, Jake sees a rugged, good looking farmer in front of him. Still somewhat sweaty from the day’s work and smelling musky and manly.

"Nice..." comes Skyler's voice in his head, telling Jake at once that the burly man is entirely Jake's type. That will make things a lot easier, he figures.

"Come in!" says Emilio and closes the door behind him.

As soon as Jake entered, he feels a hand from behind on his behind.

"So, you missed me, huh?" Emilio asks with a husky voice and thinly veiled lust.

"Yes, papá!" Jake responds excitedly. He didn't plan on the trailing "daddy", but it seems right given the situation. Good to see that either José or Skyler was in the game as well.

"Then what are you waiting for? Get rid of your clothes and then help me get out of mine!" Emilio grunts.

Jake doesn't hesitate and strips himself naked, almost as if he's doing a striptease. He looks over his shoulder and sees Emilio standing there, already with his pants undone and his large penis sticking out. The cock is nearly the same size as the one Jake is unpacking.

Jake takes a few steps closer and kisses Emilio passionately. Then, he grabs the hard-on and starts stroking it with both hands. It is rock solid, thick, and long. When Emilio groans in pleasure, Jake is happy. This guy knows what he likes. Jake gets on his knees and looks at the member in front of him. Uncut, thick and veiny, and ripe with the unwashed musk of a day’s work in the field. It looks delicious! Jake strokes the cock gently and licks the pre-cum from the tip. He opens his mouth and slurps down all of it, getting the taste of manly salty flavor on his tongue.

"Oh fuck! That's it! Take my cock, puto [Male prostitute]! Suck it!" Emilio growls.

Jake complies, taking the entire shaft in his mouth and sucking greedily. To his amazement, the gag reflexes of José seem nearly non-existent. He swallows the huge penis deeper and deeper until it is completely in his throat. Emilio groans with pleasure and holds onto the back of Jake's head while he fucks the young man's face.

Finally, he pulls Jake off his groin and his wet dick.

"Enough. Turn around!" he says and points to the kitchen counter. Jake obeys happily, bending over the kitchen counter and exposing his well-groomed ass to the other man.

Emilio quickly dives into Jake's ass, his fat prick rubbing against the tight ring of muscles. He grabs his hips and begins to ram in and out, pushing harder and harder.

Jake and Skyler feel incredible. It is one thing to jerk off, but it's an entirely different story to have their ass rammed like that. Almost immediately, Jake's hand finds Skyler's shaft body and begins to jerk, as their minds meld together once more, lost in the pleasure of the strong man behind them plowing their ass.

"I'm gonna cum!" Emilio warns.

"Mmmm, yes! Make my ass yours, papi! Fill it with your seed!" Jake moans.

Emilio feels the young man's ass tense up and moan, and thrusts deep into him. Then, with a cry, Jake can feel the spreading wet warmth of the farmer's seed inside his body.

From a sex worker's perspective, it has been really stupid to not use any protection. But Jake/Skyler is far too busy experiencing an orgasmic high as he comes himself, all over the kitchen counter and himself.

For a short while, neither man says anything, as they are both seeing stars. Finally, Emilio pulls out and grunts. "You can clean yourself up in the bathroom." he offers, which Jake gladly accepts.

It has been a rather short encounter, but still an intense one.

When Jake returns to the living room, Emilio already has a pack of cash ready for him. Jake takes it and is almost about to leave when Skyler interjects: "Dude. Information!"

"Right." Jake mutters under his breath before turning back to Emilio.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question, big guy?" he asks innocently, with his sweetest smile.

Emilio nods and Jake continues. "That last name of yours - it's not from around here, is it?"

"No, you're right. It's from Romania. My great-grandfather came from there."

"Ohhh, Romania", Jake coos. "That's far away! Why did they come here?"

"Heh." laughs Emilio. "If you like to know, it's quite a funny legend actually."

"Oh, please tell me, papi!" Jake reinforces, trying his best to stay in character.

"Okay, so. From what I heard is that my family was pretty important back then in Romania. Rich or influential. In any case, they had weird hobbies. Back then, occult societies were a big thing, but rumor is that my family was doing the real thing. Magic. At least that's what I've been told. They were casting spells and summoning demons and all that. And made magical artifacts. But one day, and that's just the bullshit I was told, they decided to summon an angel instead. And as the story goes, naturally, God struck down every one of them. Except my great-grandfather, wo left everything behind after that."

"That's creepy." Jake comments. "But what happened to all their stuff? The magical artifacts and so on?"

"No idea. My dad tried to find out more about that, since he guessed there was a lot of valuable stuff, but ultimately failed. He said the trail ends in World War 2, when Romania was allied with Nazi Germany. His best guess is that the nazis took everything that looked remotely valuable then."

"What a nice story, papi!", Jake says absent-mindedly and stands up. "I need to go now."

Emilio was a little bit surprised as Jake left so abruptly, but Skyler had other things on his mind and urged Jake to get to privacy.

"What did he say?" Skyler asks, excitedly.

After Jake summarizes the story, Skyler says: "Do you know what that means?"

"No, but I have the feeling you're about to tell me." Jake replies, as he walks down the dark road back towards his home.

"Okay, look. These 'artifacts' he told you about, those are probably other sigil stones. Or like, magic books. In any case, this could be really really valuable. We could get our hands on some magical weapons that we can use against Baelnath!"

Jake was a bit more skeptical but nodded slowly. "IF we get our hands on them. Right now, we don't know anything more than that the items are, perhaps, in Germany. Or were in Germany at some point."

"Yes, but... Oh crap. He's coming." Skyler's voice changes mid-sentence, as a now familiar feeling rushes over him. Surely enough, the road around Jake fills with dark red smoke and he can feel his heart beating faster. It appears the demon himself is making an appearance. Jake clutches the stone tightly, hoping he will have enough luck to escape once more.

Jake looks around uneasily until he sees where the fog becomes denser, and the red skinned demon walks out of it. Surprisingly enough, his body language is different from before. He stops a good distance from Jake and raises his arms.

"Hold on! I want to talk!" The voice that pierces Jake's mind is not friendly - but also not quite as driven by emotions as before.

Jake considers for a moment. He has his hand around the stone in his pocket. He could escape at any moment, and as long as the demon doesn't come closer, he sees no way he could be harmed before using the stone.

"What do you want?" Jake says cautiously. No reaction from Skyler. The penis had probably been overwhelmed by the demon's presence again, he had to do that on his own.

"You are in possession of something I want." says the demon, walking around him in a wide circle, careful not to step closer.

"And since you have proven to be a big nuisance and I really have better things to do with my time than chasing you around the globe, I decided to solve this another way. So, I'm here to offer you a deal. I know you have your hand on the stone already, so I'll make it quick."

Jake feels uneasy. Baelnath is smart, so much is certain. This could very well be a trap, but Jake decides to hear him out anyway.

"You give me the stone, of course, that's still not up for debate. But in return for your cooperation, I will refrain from devouring your soul.", the demon elaborates with a generous voice. "In fact, I will even let you live! And not just any old live. You may become my servant. While that must sound like a bad idea for your oh-so-modern ears, the position comes with certain perks. First, you can chose your body. You can return to your own body, or you can become any man you want. You can be rich, handsome, strong, well-endowed... Everything at once. I am, after all, the master of flesh. But it doesn't stop there. If you do your job well, I will grant you powers and further boons. You can become immortal and wield magic yourself. Isn't that what you mortals are after all the time?"

Jake doesn't know how to react. That is a really bad deal! He doesn't want to be the servant of a demon for all eternity! That is certain. Even though, on second thought, the prospect of being able to choose his body and being free from the pursuit of the demon does sound somewhat tempting. Especially, if the alternative is being caught eventually and being killed.

Perhaps the demon senses his thoughts - or he has his experiences with humans in this situation.

"I don't expect you to answer right away. The offer stands... until the next time we meet. Then you have to decide. Now I suggest making a leave before I lose my patience after all." The last words could be a joke - but Jake isn't so sure about this. Before he finds out the hard way, Jake focuses his thoughts and activates the magic stone in his hand, disappearing from the world yet again.

Unexpected! If you want to re-read the previous chapter, you can find it here. Of course, you can also go to the beginning. The next chapter is available here.

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