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animation practice???

IDK WHAT THIS IS i just zoned out and locked in one day and this came out

breakdances

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Happy new year, lovelies! Just popping in to order my usual strawberry shortcake! Thinking about tangling a hand in Rishen's hair and getting him on his knees, mayhaps with his hands tied so the pretty little thing can only take what's given to him. Dragging his head between his partner's thighs so he can suck them off, tugging on his hair just enough to see him tear up when he's allowed to pull off and get air in his lungs. Maybe he even got edged beforehand, so he's still an inch away from coming on the floor despite the fact that he knows he's going to get used later.

(And hey, if you feel like setting this in the same verse as the villain x hero scenario from a month ago, I would be much obliged. That line about the interrogation chair lives rent free in my head ( •̀ ω •́ )y )

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. . . verse 781 rishen x gn amab reader !! 🍓 : ﹙ hero ˖ spider-moth-mantis hybrid ˖ preppy nerd character ﹚

you manage to get your hero down on his knees and desperate. you just loovveee how pathetic you can get your rival. with teary eyes begging you to use him more

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“C’mon Rishen, pretty baby, suck a little harder.”

The small sentence of encouragement earns a low whine from the pretty boy seated between your thighs, hands tied behind his back, the freedom of touch stripped away. Yet not much attention is paid any more to it other than the feel of your rough hand in his hair and your throbbing dick inside of his mouth.

“What. Is it because you didn’t get what you wanted before baby?” The quiet chuckle followed by a harsh tug to the back of his head, right where his curl end, causes your boyfriend to choke and his dick to twitch.

“pwe- mph— mgnhhhh.” No matter the attempt he tries to beg, it doesn’t take long before you’re getting swallowed down all over again.

His brows are furrowed beautifully, while his soft lips tighten around your shaft and his cheeks puff out just a bit every time you begin to rock your hips up against him.

The way your tip nudges against the silk slit at the back of his throat causes him to choke on both your cum and on his own saliva. Maroon hues rolled back into the back of his skull, while he tries his best to breathe through his nose.

A small rock of your hips is all it takes for him to web all over your cock. Causing you to tug his head upwards to yank it off of you while he swallows cum and silk.

Poor thing is panting so much you only assume his vision is swinging and blurring. So you grab him by his jaw and slowly tilt his head back to look up at you while you stand, his eyes focusing on your dick still. Which you pump until hot streaks of cum paints your boyfriend’s face.

“Y-you, mgnh . . . Please, jus’ want m-more.” Pretty please and doe eyes always got Rishen somewhere when it came to his other two boyfriends, yet with you it just wasn’t always the same. What does he recieve other than a smirk and a nipple tug.

“Lay down. And spread your legs. Solstice, I’m not done.”

Each sensation of their own crashes into his abdomen like the high tides of the sea when the moon comes around. The light leaving each and every moth bewitched at it’s light and shimmer.

Cum splurts out on the floor as he lays down, moaning out his small whimpers from the cold of the floor and the heavy petting from you.

“Whimpering like a camboy.”

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˖⁺. ﹙ femme fatale spy admiral bf  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . then leave !! 🍒 :  admiral spy ˖ assassin character﹙ verse rishen 1311. ﹚

worried about your boyfriend, you cannot help yourself but fuss at the state he comes home in as usual. and when you speak, his reaction catches you off guard cw: angst hurt comfort, rishen is tired

"I'm so tired of it! Tired of you coming home like this! Tired of seeing this - tired of - tired of —"

"Then leave."

Silence struck the dimly lit apartment. Apart from the spill of red crystalline liquid into a clear glass. The first of many bitter tastes to your beloved's tongue. You've seen this scene play one too many times. Witnessed him shatter. Witnessed him crumble. 

You wonder if this is your fault. You were the one who chose to love the Admiral of Aegis. A man with the world's responsibility toppling over his shoulders. A man who drove himself into the ground for his work. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if his will demanded to cremate him with it. 

An assassin, a director, a leader. What more should you have expected from the one they call heartless?

"Excuse me?"

Rishen's maroon falter at last when you croak. Matching the wine he pours for himself with tired eyes at his kitchen island. Stoic as ever. He trails your form, up and down before popping the cork back into the rim of the bottle. Glass up in his hands that knew nothing but violence and labour — yet held you with such fragility. Such love. 

Love you can't quite pinpoint in his eyes at the moment. 

A low hum leaves him as he gulps down a copious amount of red wine. He turns to lean up against the edge of his black marble counter. Tired gaze fixated on an aimless spot in his kitchen. 

"I said leave, doll." He shrugs, the fabric of his red dress shirt wrinkling around his shoulders. He crosses one black leather loafer over the other and takes another swig. Not even a glance back to you. "If you're so tired."

Another gulp. One that finishes the glass quicker than you would have expected. It's abandoned with a *clink* on the countertop as he reaches back to grip at the edge. Tilt his head forward so that his messy curls flock his face. Perhaps this is his new way of shielding his honesty from you. 

Even so, you see it. The shatter of glass in his tired irises stares at you at last. Fragmented. Exhausted.

"If I am such a terrible, terrible lover. Then leave." His head tilts back, eyeing the ceiling before shutting closed and taking in a deep breath. 

"Go be free. Not with some old man that can't even keep it together."

Your heart squeezes at his self description. Any anger born from worry melts as the silence settles like a thick sheet of ice. You know that tone of his from anywhere. A lilt you rarely hear from a person of his stature. 

Vulnerability. 

With feet padding against the tiles silently, you round the island and settle beside him. You only click your tongue and tuck yourself under his arm. He doesn't stop you, if anything, he leans a bit closer. Another wave of silence. Tensity. 

"Lo siento. . ."

"Why would I leave, Rishen. . ." Your arms find their way around his middle. The drop of his voice nearly has your eyes stinging and so you bury your face into the side of his shirt. You hate seeing him like this. "You really think I'll just walk out? I'm worried about you, idiot."

He gives no response. His fingers littered in rings reaches up to stroke along the back of your scalp and nape. His lips pressed into a thin line. 

"Don't want you to be stuck here with a mess." He mutters. 

And so you pull him down. Press a kiss to the corner of his lips and hug him closer. So that he finally crumbles into you rather than that blasted wine glass. You support his weight and bury your fingers into his brown curls, just the way he likes it. 

"You're my mess," you mumble, smiling at the little stiffle of his breath. He'd never cry in front of you. It doesn't stop you from turning to press a kiss to his temple. "And I love you for it.”

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˖⁺. ﹙ corrupt gods  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . you can't run from me !! 🍒 :  corrupt snake god ˖ siren character﹙ verse 164 talisen. ﹚

you try to run away from the god keeping you, yet he is not very happy at the notion of that, cw: dark themes.

“so,” a tall, slender figure leans back on tanned arms. the never-setting sun cast upon copper and pearl jewellery alike — reflecting on the water where long, silk robes float. 

“my darling thought it was a good idea to try and escape. . . well, if you could call that pitiful attempt an escape, that is.” copper eyes find yours as the rhytaari tilts his head back from the glimmering sun — the dusky backlight setting a shadow upon his serene face. the calm before the storm. 

with but a swipe of his finger, your body is tugged across the shore and through the waters. it all happened so fast, barely enough to allow for any reaction other than a yelp from you. all you felt was a large cold hand snatching your wrist and holding your form that fell forward — forearms on his lap. 

a look of ice is upon talisen's face, and yet it somehow still seems serene. as he leans forward your legs submerged in the water feel a stir and you bite back a whimper. eyes locking, breaths bating, you await the catastrophe. 

yet all that comes is a tender stroke to the side of your face and a soft kiss. one that has you quivering yet melting into your rhytaari lover. 

gentle, like a light breeze through a calm stream. 

perhaps you overreacted.

perhaps. . .

a sharp pain etches your scalp when strong fingers abruptly snatch your hair. your head is pushed closer and is forcefully tilted so that he kisses your lips with a newfound hunger. a certain control. a claim — reminder, that you are his. 

talisen gives a squeeze to your wrists yet not a single care to your whimpers once his tongue pushes into your mouth and he wretches your head closer.

"mine," is all he glowers. 

after minutes of heated, possessive kissing — the copper rhytaari parts, yet snatches your jaw instead. his tight grip holds your face, delicate fingers squishing into your cheeks as he remains but a breath away from you. slitted pupils pouring a thousand promises and threats into your glossing eyes.

“if you ever pull that stunt again. . .” his voice lulls, enchanting as ever yet with a venomous undertone nonetheless. like a poisonous honey as his thumb rubs at your cheek. 

“I will simply have to take worse measures. and we wouldn't want that. would we, baobei?”

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Due to the situation in America, I've decided to make a discord server with PDFs of the banned books.

Nosferatu's library is divided into categories based on authors, with each book having its own channel and each author having a discussion forum for you to talk about the books and the authors.

There is also a general chat, a channel where I update all the books I intend to add, and a channel to recommend more books to add.

Fuck Trump. Stay strong. Don't let the fascists win.

Edit: No, I will not be using a different platform or way to do this. I'm not asking for advice on what to use instead of Discord. If you know a better way, do it yourself. I will gladly share the PDFs with you. Otherwise, I'll stick to my method.

Edit 2: Link renewed, should work again.

Edit 3: Server is going through a massive structure re-work. For now, I am unfortunately unable to take book requests. Please hold on.

Edit 4: Server re-work is mostly done. We're working through as many important books and files as we can. We still don't take book requests for now, but we've managed to obtain a lot of CDC documents, history and safety resources (i love you willow).

Edit 5: We've reached 1000 people in the server!! Game recommendations have been added, as well as a bunch of history and safety resources. We're working on adding Native American resources and Religious Resources. Our researchers team is growing. Starting tomorrow, I will personally work on narrating audiobooks of the books we have. There's currently 800+ files on the server. Thank you to everyone who helped. Book recommendations have been re-opened.

FINAL EDIT:

The Library now has its own sideblog, @the-nosferatu-library. Please go there for any library-related things.

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“𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓” miguel o’hara x m!reader

# male reader, bottom reader, professor!miguel o’hara, jealous au, college au, professor/student au, lip biting, gay, smut, ass eating (m!reader receiving), biting/hickys (m!reader receiving), spanish words, swearing, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding

a/n: this is my first ever one-shot fic which is 1.9k hope this doesn’t flop and this is my valentine’s day gift to all my miguel o’hara stans out there

Miguel never felt jealous until he encountered you in one of the courses he taught. He was always fixated on you, envisioning scenarios where you would plead him to intimately fuck you right there at the table, in front of everyone, to assert to whom you belong to. His jealousy arose when a new student joined his lecture late into the semester and sat beside you, observing the budding closeness between you and Miles.

You were uncertain about Miguel's feelings as he always wore a serious expression during his lectures. It was clear that you both had to keep your relationship discreet to avoid any implications on his job or accusations of favoritism. To maintain professionalism, you decided to keep your distance and interact with classmates, like Miles, who you quickly bonded with. Occasionally, Miguel would give you an odd stare, hinting to stay away from Miles. This new expression was unlike his usual demeanor, leaving you puzzled.

After class concluded, as students were exiting the classroom, you heard Miguel specifically request to speak with you privately by calling out, "Mr. (last name), may I have a moment of your time?" Miguel's demeanor was solemn and intense, with his gaze fixed on Miles, who lingered near the entrance door.

"Sorry, Professor, but could we discuss this at a later time or perhaps via email? I'm running late for my next lecture," you said, maintaining a professional tone in the presence of Miles.

"This is not open for debate. I need to speak with you now. Is that clear?" Miguel snapped, causing tension in the room. Despite Miles' attempts to calm the situation, Miguel's agitation only seemed to escalate. Observing Miguel's reaction, you felt uneasy but decided it was best for Miles to leave the classroom for the moment.

"Miles, go ahead. I'll catch up with you later. Just text me if you need assistance with the lecture," you assured Miles, urging him to go before he missed his next class. As the door closed, you found yourself being pulled towards the professor's desk, feeling the pressure on your wrist causing discomfort. You winced, noting the strength of Miguel's grip, as he led you to the table to address whatever was bothering him.

When he released your wrist, you gently rubbed it and winced at the lingering pain. Your face contorted in a scowl, but when you glanced up at Miguel, you saw his intense gaze filled with anger. Before you could question his sudden hostility, he enclosed both sides, blocking any escape route with his powerful arms. His intimidating stare both frightened and enraged you as he moved in closer, eliminating any remaining space between you. His eyes, initially fixed on yours, drifted down to your lips as he leaned in and kissed you.

You were powerless as Miguel took control of your lips, savoring every flavor. His actions were primal, his tongue exploring your mouth with a mix of licking and sucking, engaging in a battle for dominance that thrilled him. Eventually, he shifted his attention to your lips, continuing his sensual assault while simultaneously slipping a hand under your shirt to tease and play with your nipples, eliciting a pleasurable response from you. Observing your arousal, Miguel relished in the knowledge that he was the cause, enjoying the taste of your lips as he gently nibbled and tugged on them. Despite your evident excitement, he chose to halt his actions, not wanting to escalate the situation further.

As Miguel departed, leaving you yearning, you sensed an uncharacteristic teasing in his absence. "Why not reach out to Miles for more pleasure?" Miguel's words hinted at a hint of jealousy, implying a sense of betrayal with someone you had just met. After a brief moment of pondering, you realized that the typically stoic professor was indeed jealous.

"Could that be why you've been behaving unusually today? You know Miles-" Your sentence was interrupted by Miguel slamming his hands on the table and leaning in towards you. "Do not mention his name; it will only worsen my anger," Miguel interjected, his frustration evident from the bulging veins on his forehead.

"Remember, Miguel, you did express the desire to keep our relationship discreet in public. I have no acquaintance with Miles and would never flirt in front of you, as that would be deemed unfaithful, a behavior I do not condone. Do you truly believe I am capable of betraying your trust for someone I have no romantic interest in?"

You attempted to reassure him that there was no romantic involvement between you and Miles. However, every time Miles was brought up in conversation, he would become visibly agitated and might even act impulsively.

"Why’d you give that cabron your number? The only man’s number who should be on your phone is mine," he questioned possessively.

Refusing to entertain his jealous outburst, you calmly responded, "Please stop with the jealousy act. There is nothing going on between us. I only shared my number with him because a certain professor is a hard-ass with the assignments."

Prodding his chest lightly for emphasis, you issued one final warning, making it clear that you were no longer willing to entertain his irrational behavior.

“You know what tonight I’ll be sleeping in my dorm room. Have fun jerking off to the thought of me.” Despite your efforts to break free Miguel remained firmly in your space.

The expression on Miguel's face changed immediately after your comment, clearly upsetting him. Before you could respond, he abruptly turned you around and shoved you down onto the table. As you lay there, you felt his hands exploring your clothed ass. Suddenly, you noticed the fabric of your jeans tearing and felt a cool breeze on your exposed ass.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Miguel roughly spread your ass and began exploring your most intimate area with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You were unable to utter a word to stop him, enchanted by the pleasure of his touch. As his tongue delved deeper, a moan escaped your lips, only to be met by Miguel's intense gaze. Your moans of pleasure grew louder as he continued his exploration, igniting a mutual excitement between you. Your right leg brushed against his growing bulge, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Miguel continued to pleasure you with his tongue, causing you to let out louder moans. You tried to stifle your sounds, but Miguel caught your hands and restrained them. "I want to hear you," he insisted, his voice deep and husky as he explored every inch of your hole.

You allowed Miguel to put aside the recent argument and focused on the sensation of his tongue exploring your body. The thought of him taking you right then and there consumed you, regardless of who might hear. Your mind raced with fantasies of how he could fuck you, but lost in the moment, you realized his tongue had stopped its motion.

"Why did you stop? It felt so good," you lamented.

Miguel's expression revealed a sly smile, relishing in the fact that you still desired him. He teased the idea of stopping, hinting at your behavior being inappropriate for a professor-student dynamic.

Despite his words, he couldn't resist your allure, wanting you to surrender and plead for more. "Maybe we should end this here. You're acting quite slutty. Do you have any sense of decency for your professor?" Miguel leaned in, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Miguel attempted to walk away, but you quickly grasped his forearm, locking eyes with him, and pleaded, "Please don't go. I need you."

Your words had the desired effect on Miguel, who seized your shirt collar and forcefully turned you on your back. As his hands explored your clothed chest, he tore off your shirt, leaving you naked sprawled on his desk. "This is how I want you, begging me for more," Miguel's deep voice resonated, eliciting a submissive response from you, causing goosebumps to form on your skin as you felt utterly vulnerable.

You watched as Miguel touched the bulge in his pants and began to tease it. "Is this what you wanted?" he taunted, but you remained fixated on his bulge, yearning to release his thick cock. "You can't even speak. You're completely hypnotized, acting like the dirty little slut that you are," Miguel sneered.

As Miguel unzipped his pants, the unmistakable sound caught your attention. You listened to the rustling of his hands as he revealed his erect cock, playfully teasing the entrance of your eager hole. Your soft whimper only fueled Miguel's arousal, as he observed, "You seem very eager. Do you crave this cock inside you?"

In that moment, all you could manage was a nod, consumed by the anticipation of his cock teasing your eager entrance. "Alright, precioso, I'll satisfy your hunger," Miguel murmured, spitting on his member before thrusting forcefully into you. Despite the initial discomfort, your cries were a blend of pleasure and pain. Miguel's actions were not gentle, fueled by lingering jealousy, but you welcomed it, accustomed to his size.

You felt Miguel's cock exploring and stretching your insides, his grunting moans turning you on. Deeper inside, he hit your sweet spot, making you moan even louder. "Miguel, please, keep hitting that spot," you begged. Excited, he continued to please you.

His movements quickened, his balls slapping against your ass. As Miguel picked up the pace, your moans grew louder, both of you enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. He was determined to be the only man to make you feel this good. Thrusting harder, the desk shook under his powerful movements. You tried to hold on to the edge of the desk, but Miguel lowered his body to match yours, wrapping your arms around him.

Miguel kissed you aggressively, his tongue dominating yours as his moans grew feral. "Tell me, whose ass is this?" he demanded. You struggled to speak, but gazing into his handsome face, you managed to reply, "It's yours, papi."

With forceful thrusts, Miguel made you feel pain mixed with pleasure, pulling out and plunging back in. Tears filled your eyes, but you welcomed the sensations. Pushed to the edge of the desk, your legs were lifted above your face as Miguel towered over you.

Miguel lifted your legs in the air, bracing himself on the table to maintain balance. He inserted his shaft into your backside, moving rhythmically against you. The weight of the position made your stomach feel heavy, yet you were too lost in passion to protest. Sweat coated your body from the intense experience, with droplets trickling down your face and lips, tasting salty and sweet.

"Amor, I'm close," Miguel murmured, his voice barely audible as he gazed into your eyes with a mixture of intensity and desire. His thrusts slowed briefly before quickening again.

"I'm almost there too," you replied, meeting his pace. Miguel embraced you tightly, his movements becoming deeper and faster. As he pressed into you, a moan escaped your lips, his arms enveloping your waist. Your bodies entwined, shifting under his weight until your back was against the desk. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and filled with longing, as he plunged deeper within you. Your hands gripped the table's edge, ready to climax. Miguel nuzzled your neck, delivering soft kisses that turned more intense, almost biting.

Miguel's deep grunts signaled his impending release. Holding onto him, his final thrust brought both of you to a climax, his body shuddering as he released inside you. You felt a surge of pleasure between your bodies, a mix of ecstasy and satisfaction.

Afterward, Miguel wiped himself clean with your torn shirt, collected you new clothes from his cabinet, and left you alone in the room. "Clean up and go to class," he instructed, his tone stern as he exited.

You dressed in the fresh clothes he left behind, muttering about his behavior. "What a dick."

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Yandere Best Friend

Male Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader A night out with your friends proves challenging for your best friend, leaving him to try and prove to you why he’s better.

Yandere!Best Friend and you, Oblivious!Reader, are quite the pair. Honestly, everyone around you two can see just how obsessed he is with you. He doesn’t even bother to hide it, knowing you won’t realize what’s happening anyway.

Yan!Best Friend who, without fail, anytime sees you talking to a guy (no matter how platonic and friendly) will sneak up behind you, drawing you back tightly into his chest and give your cheek a wet kiss hello.

Though his eyes never leave the man before you, his deadly gaze screaming ‘Yeah, that’s right. They’re already taken.’ Meanwhile you didn’t think a thing of it. You knew he just found you too irresistible not to give a sweet lil smooch.

Yan!Best Friend who hates going out because isn’t it just so much better when it’s only you and him anyway? All cozied up together in his apartment with his three deadbolt locks. But the minute you tell him you’re going out to a bar with your friends, he’s suddenly a social butterfly, insisting he come with you. ‘Only wanna make sure you’ll be safe, baby.’

And when the table you all sit at is one chair short, his lap is conveniently right there for you to slide into. Given there’s not possibly another option (according to him) you do so happily.

Yan!Best Friend who quickly remembers all of the many reasons he’s slowly been distancing you from all your other friends. Hanging out with them is practically torture for him.

He spends the whole time sulking and pouting at the fact that he has to share you. His patience thinning every time you laugh at one of their jokes. He’s hung out with your friends plenty of times before. They’re not funny. Not funnier than him, anyway.

And when he gently grips your chin between his fingers and brings your attention back on him, all your friends send him these knowing glares that just get on his nerves. But you just look at him expectantly, your innocent self waiting for him to speak.

He’s not one to let you down so he leans in close, whispering a silly little joke just between you two that sends you into a fit of giggles. It eases the tensions in his shoulders and makes him think your friends might get out of this unscathed. He wouldn’t want you sad after all.

Yan!Best Friend who helps you as you stumble out of the bar with the rest of the group. When your friend offers to drive you home cause your place is on the way, his hands squeeze your hips, unwilling to let you go. ‘No, no, I can take care of them just fine.’ He doesn’t bother to hide the possessiveness in his tone.

He waits in a silent standoff between him and your friend until you break the tension by launching yourself at him. Placing a sloppy kiss to his cheek— because it’s ok, best friends kiss when it’s you and him— and begging for him to take you home. Your friend just sighs, telling you to text them when you get home so they know you’re ok before heading to their taxi.

Oh, it’ll be ok. He’ll make sure by turning your phone off the second he can slip it out of your palm. Softly telling you that he just doesn’t want you to drop it.

Yan!Best Friend who just can’t seem to keep his hands to himself as you two stumble into his apartment. Where it’s safe. His hands run all over your smooth silky skin and when you ask what he’s doing he murmurs softly in your ear, ‘Don’t want cha to fall now, do we, darling?’

You know he’s just taking care of you as he helps you to his bed. You whine and whimper about how you ache all over. An appreciative sigh leaving you as he slips off your shoes and runs his hands along your legs. Massaging out the aches, that’s all. When he crawls into bed with you, you nuzzle in closer and he’s right there to mold your body perfectly to his.

You can’t blame him for cuddling you in return when he continues to massage and caress your body. One hand traveling down your spine while the other wraps around your leg, hooking it over his waist as his fingers tease your inner thigh. Inching higher and higher. Whispering soothing sweet nothings in your ear.

‘Hold on tight honey, I’m here. I’ll make you feel alllll better…’

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flowers for a little someone ♡ valentines special callahan ( detective oc ) x bttm m reader

NSFW⠀ⓘ⠀you're on house arrest but in his house , alastair (oc) mention , choking , degradation , phone call interruption , i wanted to make this freaky for valentines . . . so slightly cringey

Walking into his office on Valentines day was like if a mortuary celebrated Halloween; completely out of place for what they did. Red banners were haphazardly thrown over the walls and windows. The decorations had little to no cohesion, just oddly placed in the hopes it represented Valentines enough for people to notice and move on.

Callahan pushed through and ducked underneath ribbons and lace dangling from the ceiling to get to his office. It was a reserved space just for him—previously a small library room—in an attempt to persuade him to stay with the agency.

Sinking down on his slightly worn office chair, Callahan sighed, circling his temples with his index finger as he tried to soothe the oncoming headache. Seeing all the hearts and blindingly vibrant decorations made his head reel more than it already was. Red was a harsh, headache-inducing color, though he didn't particularly mind the soft pink elements of the cupid posters and occasional lace.

Before he could get up to brew himself a morning cup of black coffee, three sharp knocks were delivered to the door of his office. Callahan didn't even move and the man was already walking inside.

“Flowers for you sir,” A man with platinum dyed hair with a dark undercut and silver rimmed glasses chimed in with a bundle of roses in his right arm. He pushed his glasses up his nose bridge before striding over to Callahan's table and placing them down on the wood.

“From who...?” Callahan eyed the officer with a narrowed look.

“Not sure. A blonde lady if I saw correctly,” Alastair shrugged, reaching over to flip the card attached to the bouquet towards Callahan's prying eyes. It had a woman he's never heard the name of before neatly scribbled on it.

“Right,” Callahan curtly nodded, glaring down at the bunch of roses carefully placed together by a commissioned florist. The petals had a sultry red color, encased with black paper to deepen the natural tint of the flower. Tulips would've been better, or perhaps peonies in a gentle pastel.

“It's fitting,” Alastair smiles, “It's all dark and brooding—just like you.” He's waving his hands around like he's physically picturing and comparing Callahan with the roses. When he doesn't reply, Alastair flashes a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck as he speaks up for the silence, “No? Too much? Okay.” He backs up to the door and slips out without further conversation.

Callahan stares back down at the flowers; he had no use for it, though one thought stopped him from chucking the roses out into the trash.

Walking out of his office, he spotted Alastair again, casually chatting with a co-worker of his with a cup of milky coffee in his palms. With everyone in the building, Alastair was the one man who would drop his work in a futile attempt to impress his superior. And Callahan planned to use that.

“I'm taking my break early today, if anyone needs me, don't call; I won't pick up.”

Callahan had to brace himself for a second, pushing the door of his home open before scanning the open area for any signs of the little thief he had locked down in house arrest. He found you calmly nestled within the fortress of the pillows and blankets you'd pulled from his closets, on the couch with a cheesy 2000's Valentines movie playing.

He had to suppress the urge to call out 'I'm home,' since it was instinct to do so when someone else was home. You weren't meant to be his roommate let alone a friend. You were a criminal he'd swore to keep his eyes on.

His footsteps were heavy—a sign that he had come home if you couldn't hear the door unlock—as he loomed over the back of the couch, staring down at the crown of your head.

“Enjoy.” He tossed the bouquet of roses onto your blanketed lap carelessly, watching as you bring it up into your hands to get a better look at it. There's a strange feeling in his gut seeing you appreciate something he's brought home, like a cat hauling a dead rat onto its owner's porch. He'd only play it off as accomplishment to giving something a better use. Nothing more than that.

“It's pretty.” He can hear the smile in your voice and it pushes him to roll his eyes. “Thought you didn't like red roses though.” You tilt your head back to look at him, but you're met with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl to his face.

“I don't. That's why I gave them to you,” he scoffed, circling the couch before taking a seat a few pillows away from you.

“Why'd you come home so early?” You turn your attention away from the movie to him, gauging his reaction.

The question struck him like lightning, and his whole body tensed up. There was no other reason why he came home early than to give you the flowers, to see your facial expression change from the most insignificant gesture—in his eyes.

“You ask too many questions, brat,” He sighed, relaxing his body into the comfort of the couch as he spread his arms across the back, just shy of reaching you. His gaze is fixed straight before a slight rustling catches his attention.

From the corner of his eyes, he can see you look up at him, then back down to the roses, then back up again to flutter your eyelashes. His eyebrows knit together as he tries to decipher your looks before it dawns on him.

“Fuck, fine, I'll let it slide just 'cause its Valentines day.” He groans as he snatches the bouquet from your hands and treads toward his bedroom door, expecting you to follow him.

Callahan's got you laying flat on your stomach while he's standing on the edge of the bed between your parted legs. Both of your clothes discarded onto the floor, rumpled from the rough handling. He leans over your body to reach over the neglected bouquet to the side of you on his bed.

Callahan's fingers hook under the perfectly tied ribbon, undoing it with a simple movement. The flowers fall apart on his bed, scattering as the ribbon holding them together comes undone.

His palm slides under your chin, lifting your head up as he folds the red satin over your nape and around to the front column of your throat. His hands are surprisingly experienced with tying a bow, securing it just above your Adam's apple.

“This romantic enough for you?” He bites out, fingers curling along the ribbon at the back of your neck before he tugs at it. It strains against your neck, forcing your head to tilt back.

“You've got rose petals, a nice house to stay in, a pretty ribbon around your neck, and a fucking great guy to take care of you.” It's a sarcastic jab at himself, knowing how he's defying all his moral codes just for you—and it doesn't feel wrong at all.

He holds you there, observing how you just take it with no complaints, and that scarily turns him on more than he'd want to admit.

Callahan finally releases you, letting you catch your breath for about one good second before he's stuffing himself into you, sliding his thick ridge past that tight ring of muscle. He groans like he's restraining himself from liking it as his hand instinctively grips the ribbon—not pulling it yet.

He's holding you like he's gripping a saddle, and he plans to ride out his high for tonight.

He leans over your back just slightly to drag himself—even if just a centimetre more—deeper as he pushes until his own body slaps against yours. Callahan can feel you fluttering around him, stretching and adapting to his girth as he gently rocks himself forward to speed up the process.

When he assumes you've adapted enough, Callahan pulls out just enough that his tip is still keeping your hole stretched and open for him. He leans back to get a good view of your body connecting with his, gripping and groping the plush flesh of the back of your thighs before he spits on his dick and shoves it back into you.

The sudden intrusion has you yelping into the pillow, nails clawing at his pure white sheets, threatening to rake scratch marks all over them.

He pounds into you, the slick sound of lube and his spit mixing together while he's fucking an imprint into your walls. You feel every thick vein pulsing with need and it makes your legs tremble with each thrust.

“Don't act like you haven't been sleeping around like this before I caught you,” he grunted, giving you a sharp tug to the band around your neck. “But shit if those bastards aren't lucky,” you can't pick up what he's muttering under his breath from the obscene sound of wet slapping and creaking.

You'd protest if you're teeth weren't clamped down around the fluff of Callahan's pillow. The constant slide of his girth dragging along your walls makes you squirm like its ticklish.

Your neck is lightly throbbing from the pressure of the ribbon, but it's in a way that's sickly enjoyable. Not to mention your own cock is rubbing against Callahan's sheets, adding to the mind-numbing stimulation.

“You're quiet today. Where's that mouthy boy I know?” He says it as if he's gently cooing to a dog or a pet, but to you, its a sardonic mock. Callahan grips the satin like a rein, jerking your head up to let all those filthy noises spill from your lips.

His balls draw heavy with the burden of pleasure seeing you arched so much alike to a cat. One hand grips the spot where your waist meets you hips, and he digs his fingers deep enough for crescents to form. With the way you're whining out in esctasy, it tells him that he's found your prostate, and he's actively bumping it every time he thrusts.

There's a sharp vibrating sound that comes from Callahan's phone on the night stand and his screen lights up blue with the words 'Glasses police officer' on it. Callahan mentally curses out that son of a bitch, especially since he was explicit when asking him not to call.

“What?” He growls out into the phone, slotting it between his ear and a hiked up shoulder as he continues to roll his hips back and forth into you. He hears your whine and how you're turning your head to look back at him but he just pushes your face back down, not wanting to deal with your dejected look because he's diverting the tiniest bit of attention away from you.

“When are you coming back to work? You've got a few important paperwork you need to fill out,” Alastair's voice was like nails on a chalkboard right now, especially when that static sound coming from his phone was drowning out your cute moans.

“Do you think doing this will make me want to come back?”

“No... But sir I—”

Callahan's mind is pulled away from the phone call for a minute as he discries the small trembling of your torso, and how eagerly you're pushing back against him like you're trying to encourage him deeper.

“He's about to cum,” He voices his thoughts shamelessly to the officer on the other line, “I'm not coming back 'till tomorrow.”

There's an air of silence from Alastair's part before he speaks up with a flustered and almost out of breath voice, “He's– Who? What—?”

Before anymore questions were thrown at Callahan, he hangs up and tosses his phone to a random corner of the bed, turning his full attention to you. More so to the slight jolting movements you're doing and the breathless and elonged moan you're sobbing into the pillow.

“Jesus christ,” He draws out; the sharp shock of his orgasm comes without warning from watching you lose yourself, and he's overbrimming you with his pleasure. No matter how hard you're squirming or twitching, Callahan holds you down with his hands, pushing down at your neck and the base of your spine, keeping you still as he pumps his generation into you.

Callahan pushes his hair back as he lets out a content sigh—as content as he could physically make himself sound.

“Who was that?” Your voice was so small and hoarse it almost made Callahan feel bad for making you scream your lungs out. Almost.

“Just go to sleep, I don't need your jealous whining,” he huffed, carefully taking off the ribbon from your neck and absent-mindedly rubbing your neck to soothe the pain he inflicted out of instinct.

You held your tongue just so he wouldn't notice he was doing it.

a / n ; hopefully this wasn't too freaky . . . m'not good at hard-core stuff T T , divider credits –> @/roseraris

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Kinktober 5: Gangbang

Male reader x Gojo,Geto,Nanami,Choso ; modern setting to give this any sense of happening i guess Summary: You guys did something, oh no horny now you fuck this is kinktober, you get fucked by beefy men be happy

It was supposed to me a normal evening. A simple night spend with friends, you all where close after all. You were so sure that you would win that little bet and could make your fun with Gojo. But now you were set in the middle of the poker table, mini skirt not hiding your stiff cock or that round ass. Some oversized shirt thrown on hanging of your frame.

They played out now who got to start and in which order this all would play out. They kept caressing your thigh and ass cooing softly and reassuring you. I light squeeze here a playfull clap on the ass here. It was intense, their eyes on him driving him crazy.

They put (Y/n) in a mini dress, ass spilling out and his dripping cock not hidden in any way. Soon it was decided, Nanami got up and pulled (Y/n) close rubbing his hip. "Baby~~ Relax for us. Gonna prep you for this evening, just like you deserve."

Nanami picked him up and took him with the others to the bedroom. The mattress dipped under their combined weight. The mini dress the only clothing on (Y/n) body making it easy access. Nanami moved down his body and parted his legs.

"Just like that Babe show me where you need me."

(Y/n) parted his legs apart, hole on display for Nanami, cock twitching against his stomach. "Please need you"

All of them cooed and soon those hands are back on (Y/n). Caressing and comforting while Nanami got to work.

Slow stripes at first, grapping the supple flesh and pulling it apart, stretching it. Nanami kissed his thighs and soon entered his whole with his tongue.

(Y/n) moaned and arched his back a bit off the bed.

"Nanami~"

"That´s it baby. Be a good boy and relax for us. Dont want to hurt such a precious Boy."

Nanami continued his ministrations, tongue going in and out, stretching (Y/n)´s hole open and feeling the man relax under his ministrations. His cock slowly starting to ooz with precum and his head becoming more dizzy.

"I think he is ready" Gojo pouted, getting impation for his turn next.

"If he hurts no one will have fun today." Nanami glared. Tho he cant deny his own arousal already showing in his dress pants. He switches from his tongue to 3 of his fingers stretching and scissoring (Y/n) open.

"Nanami...m ready...please i want too~"

"You hear our pretty prince. Shouldnt deny him." Geto smirked as (Y/n)´s head rested on his lap. He may be last but that doesnt mean he cant support their prince.

Nanami scoffes and swiftly gets his pants off, taking the lube and lathering a generious amount on his cock and (Y/n)´s ass. He lines himself up and slowly pushes in. A whimper falling from his lips as his cockhead pops in. Matching (Y/n)´s needy noises.

After he stilled for a moment and bottom out, Nanami starts to thrust. Slapping sounds filling the room and all of other man transfixed on (Y/n)´s pretty sounds, his face and how well he takes Nanami´s cock.

"That´s it. Our boy is so good. Loves to please us right?", Geto pets his cheek as he keeps his head steady in his lap, watching him drool.

Gojo was basically drooling too watching Nanami fuck (Y/n). Choso as the most reserved was simply rubbing soothing circles into their mans side and chest.

"He is doing so well. Our perfect prince" Choso purred, a look of adoration.

Nanami having picked up pace, grips (Y/n)´s hips and starts to go deeper, faster and harder.

"Take the first load of the night, my little prince!" Nanamis hips stutter and he empties his load with a low groan into the tight ass.

The moment he pulls out and arranges his clothes again, Gojo is already dick out and rubbing him against the ass. Watching Nanamis cum drip out and slides his dick through it.

"Finally my turn", Gojo doesnt waist time shoving his dick into (Y/n), whimpering and whining just like his prince.

"Fuck...youre so hot. So tight. Could stay inside you forever"

He starts off instantly with deep hard thrusts.

"Baby, just like that, you are so perfect:" They both whine in unision as Gojo fucks (Y/n). Erattic slapping as they both chase their high, the others not getting a word in, not that they dont enjoy watching them both come undone.

It doesnt take long, with how needy Gojo is, to cum into (Y/n) ass as well. Adding a second load.

"Fuck, need that, thank you Baby boy" Gojo presses kisses to (Y/n) face and lays down next to him, rubbing his puffy nipples through the skimpy dress.

Choso already having prepared himself is now gently pushing into (Y/n) barely making any sound, hyper focused on his princes face, making sure it doesnt get to much. Once he is fully inside him he cups his face, ignoreing Gojos and Getos shit eating grin.

"You are so perfect for us my Prince"

Choso presses soft kisses to his lips as he starts with gently and carefull thrusts. Making sure to hit that sweet spot.

He knows he found it when he got rewarded with that sweet sounds he cherishes so much.

"Thats it baby, let yourself fall. I have you"

He picks up pace when he has the angle and starts to feel his own orgasm approaching. He gets faster and off beat right before and then spills the 3rd load into (Y/n) ass.

"There we go Baby. So fucking perfect."

He presses kisses to his back while pulling out, and gives (Y/n)´s ass a quick squeeze before sitting down to the side.

Geto smirks and pulls the still dazed man up into his lap, so he is ontop of him.

"Now Baby time for you to work a bit for that final load."

Geto rubs (Y/n)´s lower belly and grips his hips guiding him down on himself. The man writhes in overstimulation and whines

"Shh my prince dont worry. Just enjoy your ride."

And soon again (Y/n) was bouncing on Geto´s cock with abadonment.

"That´s it chase your pleasure, my Dear"

And soon enough he came again and slumped against Geto´s chest. With a smirk he gripped his hips tightly and fucked up into him.

"Need to make sure i fill you up to Prince. Can´t leave you empty in any way."

(Y/n) moaned and sobbed, dick bouncing soft and spend with every thrust.

"Geto...can´t....AHHH Wait!"

But already Geto filled the poor men for the fourth time this evening and when he came down from his high all men praised and cooed at their precious treasure they enjoy to share so much.

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Caretaker turned Whumper

Whumpee tearfully watched as the guards pulled Caretaker up from cuddling with them on the floor.

"We can cuddle more when I'm back", Caretaker promised as they were led to the door, "everything is alright."

Whumpee nodded and faked a smile.

The door closed behind Caretaker and the guards. Whumpee was alone again.

They huddled into the corner of the room still wrapped in the blanket Caretaker had comforted them with earlier.

"They promised not to hurt you as long as I did what was asked of me. I'm going to do it because I-I need to keep you safe", Caretaker had profusely promised multiple times, "as long as you are safe, t-that is all that matters. Just behave and don't get yourself into trouble while I'm away."

Whumpee was never told what Caretaker had to do to ensure their safety. They didn't dare ask either.

Whumpee jumped when the door opened.

Another guard came in with a tray of food and set it on the metal table.

"Eat."

The guard turned, and started for the door.

"Th-thankyou", Whumpee cautiously spoke.

The guard turned back to them and huffed.

Whumpee cowarded into the corner as much as they could.

The guard reached for the door after hearing Whumpee's whimpered apology.

Caretaker stood in the viewing room.

Someone was being stripped and tied to Caretaker's work bench.

Caretaker watched through the one-way mirror to make sure the setup was correct.

Whumper came in and stood next to Caretaker.

"How's Whumpee doing this afternoon?", Whumper asked curiously.

Caretaker side glanced Whumper before turning to them.

"What?", Whumper shrugged, "I can't ask how one of my prisoners is doing?"

"I'm trying to figure out if you are being serious or if this is one of your sick games", Caretaker frowned.

"I'm being serious. They looked cold yesterday, that's how they got the extra blanket", Whumper talked nonchalantly, "I asked one of the guards to warm up the room. I don't know if you noticed."

"You were in the room?", Caretaker glared, "with Whumpee?"

"Only to give them a blanket and a head pat. They are so brave", Whumper grinned, "trusting you and all."

Caretaker stepped daringly toward Whumper... fist ready to fight.

"Uh-uh", Whumper warned as they pulled out a remote, "I'd hate to ruin their lunch", Whumper pointed at a screen that had video feed of the room Whumpee and Caretaker were kept in.

Caretaker turned quickly to look, "don't", they warned.

Caretaker saw Whumper press the warning button.

"No", Whumpee's whimpers could be heard on the monitor. They quickly reached and felt the shock collar that was locked around their neck, "please, mercy. I didn't do anything", Whumpee pleaded.

"Please don't", Caretaker turned to Whumper, "I-I'm sorry."

"That's more like it", Whumper smirked, "sorry Whumpee, my finger hit the wrong button", Whumper spoke into a mic that connected to the room.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee shakingly shrunk to the floor, abandoning the tray of food they were just about to eat.

"Please tell them to eat", Caretaker pleaded.

The screen turned off, and Caretaker blinked away tears.

"What? Is the big bad Caretaker crying... for some prisoner", Whumper mocked, "is it from the guilt you feel from what you've done to them that drives you to protect them now? Is it some sort of attempt to repent?"

"No, th-they were the only one who forgave me for what I did", Caretaker admitted. They thought back to that night, "they don't see me as the monster you've made me."

A while ago, Caretaker had acted out against Whumper. As punishment, Caretaker had been locked in a full room. Everyone they had tortured for Whumper was also locked in that room with them. Caretaker had taken refuge against the wall and had buried their head into their lap to hide from the hateful but well-deserved torment they were receiving. They were as much a prisoner as everyone else was, but no one understood that. They were just as evil as Whumper.

"That dirt and blood covered hand reached for your hand", Whumper spoke out loud, "such a touching story. Whumpee sat with you all night, even though you had just tortured them earlier."

Caretaker fought back tears.

"How dangerous for yourself to have something weighing you down like that. You are really stuck. Whatever you do could impact that one", Whumper chuckled, "you've always been good at getting answers for me. That's why I let you keep Whumpee with you as a little pet. I figured that it would keep you in line. Plus, I really didn't have any plans for Whumpee. They would have probably died had you not taken them."

Caretaker frowned, "they're not a pet."

"Whatever you say", Whumper laughed, "good luck with this one by the way", Whumper looked into the interrogation room again, "they're a real piece of work. I'll feed the questions in to them like normal."

"Please let me see Whumpee one more time", Caretaker pleaded, "I'll do what I must as per our agreement. Just please."

Whumper nodded at the person in charge of the screens.

A full image of Whumpee came up again.

Caretaker sniffled.

"Whumpee, Caretaker would like you to eat your meal", Whumper talked into the mic.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee jumped at the sound Whumper's voice.

"I hit the button accidentally. You are not going to be shocked right now", Whumper smiled as Whumpee nervously nodded.

"Now go make me proud", Whumper chuckled.

Caretaker rubbing water on fresh wip markings, which caused the prisoner to writh and gasp on the table. Caretaker dug their fingers into the person's abdomen to signify it was completed.

"It seems you think you've finished?", Whumper questioned over the radio, "you finish when I say."

"Th-they answered your questions", Caretaker looked at the glass, "they can't take anymore. They'll die if we continue."

"Someone will be getting electrocuted", Whumper chuckled, "I'm done with that prisoner. They can die now. You either turn the level up to max on the probes attached to them or I'll shock Whumpee. Do you understand."

Whumper pointed at the person, who then turned on a screen in the room Caretaker was in.

"No Whumpee, please don't make me... I can't take a life... I can't do what you are asking me to do."

"Such a shame", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee grabbed the collar and screamed.

"Whumpee", Caretaker yelled, "please stop."

"This will keep happening. Do what you're told", Whumper ordered, "protect your pet."

"I-I'm sorry", Caretaker hurried to the machine.

"No, no, no", the person pleaded.

Caretaker paused before hitting the button.

Whumpee screamed, "Caretaker help!"

Caretaker to panicked and hit the button.

They shielded themself as the prisoner sparked. The screams matched Whumpee's until both quieted.

"How far did you turn that up?", Whumper laughed, "I think you roasted them."

"I-I don't know, you said turn it up. I can't think straight when someone I love is being electrocuted", Caretaker frowned, "Whumpee?"

"A little shaken up... they're fine", Whumper laughed, "good work today. Someone will be in to get you momentarily."

Caretaker cautiously walked around the table. They couldn't look at the smoking body. They only stared at the monitor.

Whumpee had collapsed on the floor and was gasping for breath.

"Please no more" Whumpee mumbled repeatedly between gasp, "please?"

Caretaker hurried into the room and dropped to the floor by Whumpee.

Whumpee whimpered when they saw Caretaker, then tears started to fall.

"I am so sorry", Caretaker pulled them close, "I wasn't fast enough, and you got hurt. I am so sorry."

Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest.

"I-it hurts", Whumpee cried.

"I know, I'm sorry", Caretaker pulled them even closer and sighed, "I'm sorry for everything."

Whumpee calmed a little now that they were in Caretaker's arms.

"I'm so sorry", Caretaker whispered continually, "I'm so sorry". It was the only thing they could say.

Whumpee jumped when the door opened.

Whumper sauntered in.

Whumpee whimpered and hid their face into Caretaker's chest.

"Aw", Whumper circled them both, "if only they knew."

Caretaker glared up at Whumper.

"I'm a bad Whumpee. Please have mercy", Whumpee pleaded.

Caretaker rubbed their back, "no Whumpee. That was my fault. I-I'll...", Caretaker bit their lip, their glare deepened, "I-I'll make sure it doesn't happen again", Caretaker blinked away tears.

They were both very stuck. Caretaker had a weakness, and Whumper was going to use it. There was nothing that could be done to stop it, either. The only way to protect Whumpee was to play Whumper's game.

"I'm glad to hear that", Whumper gleefully turned to the door when they heard someone opening it, "oh look, dinner. I'll leave you both to it then."

Caretaker sighed when they watched the guard come in with two trays.

"I need you to eat Whumpee... come along", Caretaker stood and helped the shaking Whumpee up, "I'll help you eat. I'm so sorry."

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Toxic Love

Yandere Male Cherub x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Stalking, magical mind manipulation, religious themes, dub-con, general yandere behavior, smut) Word Count: 1.3k (A long time ago I had written a similar piece to this, but I deleted it because there was a request on another blog, that i had not seen until after I wrote my piece, that looked like it had heavily influenced my fic. Now I have reworked and added smut in celebration of Valentine’s Day. I hope you all enjoy. I apologize for any mistakes I forgot that it was going to be Valentine’s Day until just a few hours ago.) 

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Old money and new money

(Male yandere ceo x newly rich darling)

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He came from a silver spoon, generations of buisness men, tailored suits, and a planned future.

You came spardically from entrepreneurship, creativity, dreams, hard work, and luck.

He was jaded. He had seen what the world was like. He had to prove himself over and over again, sacrafice his happieness to carry on the generational wealth.

You came from humble beginnings, in awe of the world with that hope in your eyes they knew the world would crush soon.

He was cut throat, straight to the point with his intentions with buisness endeavors.

You were laid back, chipper and tended to sugar coat your intentions to please your business partners.

He was a perfectionist, down to the crisp of their clothes and the neatness of their home.

You were chaotic, often a bit sleezy and forgetful about paperwork down to your daily schedule.

No one dared to cross him.

While people tended to step all over you, much to his dismay.

He couldn't blame you. You were a bit inexperienced with this type of life. You were practically a sheep thrown into a wolf's den. It's practically why you clung onto him when he showed you a bit of mercy, taking him as a friend rather than a potential rival. He found annoying at first. You were so stupidly naive. He felt like he had to do everything for you during that meeting when the two of you first met.

You were stumbling on your words during that meeting, introducing yourself. You were in a room full of black suits, and you were the only one wearing a colorful set he couldn't forget. He spoke up, asking you casual questions to help guide you through the introduction more smoothly.

After that, you just didn't leave him alone.

In his head, in all the ads he saw you in, interviews, social media, goddamn it even in his dreams he saw you and that awful smile that haunted him.

You weren't stupid, you were smart, and he was impressed with your work. You were really different from all the other bosses, buisness owners, and corperate CEOs he's met, including himself. You seemed to care about others, tended to do things as ethically as possible.

To him, people were numbers. To you, they were individuals with lives.

You really did stick out like a sore thumb in his life. It's why he wanted to take you in under his wing. He'd teach you a few tricks, of course, over friendly 'business' dinners, which you would probably enjoy.

You were his polar opposite.

And it's why he was so attracted to you.

Stalking you became a religious part of his schedule. Fantasizing about you became so consuming that it caused him to make mistakes in his work, errors he would have never made before. When there were others planning ways to bring you down, he would happily cause a scandal that would tear them to pieces. You had a company harrassing you to sell a part of your company? Within weeks, they went bankrupt. You were stressed with work? He had calculated ways to 'accidentally' bump into you and ask you out for drinks.

You wanted someone gone? Anything for you. Anything. Just name it.

His biggest wet dream was for you to work alongside him as an ally so that he'd have an excuse to visit you anytime. All he wants is to be with you. You were the only warm thing in his cruel world. Through meetings and through hidden eyes, he watched every aspect of your life. Pathetically, he wanted you so god awfully bad.

He's thought about it. Bringing up a contract to you, something for you to benefit from, to help you. Something that would legally bind the two of you together. God, it would be like the two of you were getting married.....

It's a bit shameful to him. The cold cut CEO, cruel with his work, practically on his knees like a dog for the new inexperienced business owner in town. He wanted you to grow your work. He wanted to see you happy. He'd sign any contract from you as long as it meant breathing the same air as you.

It would be perfect. He was from power and money, and you were from humble beginnings with a newly brought up company. His parents would approve of you for sure, marrying another CEO, let alone one that brought themselves up from nothing! You were kind and laid back, someone who would relax him with all his worries while he could be the man to guard off any harm to you.

Maybe one day he'll bring up a business opportunity that you couldn't resist. Maybe one day he'll get you to sign those papers that'll bind you to him for the rest of your life.

Oh, but a man could only dream for now..

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What do you think about harpy Dads who just lost their chicks to hunters and find little reader in a tree and they're just like you're my baby now!!!!

Harpy dads..

Their babies are gone. Every single one. Just like that.

Not a single egg was spared. The nest that his love spent so much time making perfect utterly destroyed.

He can't get Velo to eat. He can't convince him to drink. The only thing he'll do is sit in what remains of their nest holding any pieces of shell they could find no matter how small.

Gale can not bear to watch him waste away like this, maybe the heads of the hunters will bring some comfort.

And so the falcon with his keen eyes is sweeping through the outskirts of the forrest, determined to find a trail. Humans are clumsy, idiotic beasts. They've had to have left some trace behind.

It's there up in a tree that he spots the first one. They aren't very old, barely into adulthood it seems. Not that it matters to him.

A powerful beat of his wings is all it takes for him to land on the same branch they're sitting on, for creatures that act so mighty, humans only take an instant to be fearful of something bigger than them.

Gale wasn't even going to waste a second, raising a taloned hand ready to seek out his retribution, but he blinks and there is no longer a human.

The fluffy down feathers make his breath hitch.

A fledgling. Staring up at him with eyes brimming with tears. As if his heart wasn't broken enough.

He's cooing before he knows it, this time reaching out delicately to hold them.

"By the gods.." they're perfect. They don't fuss at all, simply limp in his arms, a baby. After so much was stolen. A blessing.

He gets home the quickest he ever has, and it still isn't fast enough.

Velo hasn't moved an inch.

"Love? Oh my love.." Gale kneels with the chick cradled in one arm, gently lifting his husband's chin. "Look, won't you, please?"

The smaller harpy's face remains blank, as frozen as he's been since the incident until the fledgling chirps so quietly it's bearly audible.

That does the trick.

He's nearly clawed when his love grabs them from him, Gale doesn't care at all, it's the most he's seen him move willingly in weeks.

Velo clutches them to his chest, shoulders shaking with broken sobs. It's gut-wrenching. Gale drapes himself around them both, taking a shuddering breath. His family. If anyone steps one foot too close, he'll make sure they bleed out into the grass.

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He said get on my level

I got bored lol

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