#But then you see them again and you are bathed in love love love?

[star2fishmeg]

having a bad day and coming home to flowers from Luke

You couldn't have had a worse day. It started with your teacher being in a foul mood, which killed everyone else's with snappy comments and criminal tasks, then someone threw juice over you (accidently and they had apologised but sticky clothing was still awful), you tripped up the stairs on your way to a study room and then another teacher just had to give you the most unhelpful advice on your assignment, leaving you stuck in square one. The worst part, you couldn't even go back to your own apartment because you had no hot water. At some point in the day you called Luke, you couldn't remember when, but you remember sobbing before heading to class and he did his best to console you despite just finishing practice exhausted.

You shuffle through Luke's door, slipping your shoes off sloppily with an overbearing weight on your shoulders, bag feeling heavier than usual.

"I'm home!" you call out, making your way through his place, the kitchen and living room seemingly unused, not even a sign of Jack, "Can we order take-out? I'm not in the mood to cook."

"Sounds good, angel." Luke's voice, mildly distant, responds from his bedroom.

A small, weak smile quirks on your lips for the first time that day and you follow his voice through the hallway, pushing his door open, expecting to see him changing but instead you drop your bag on the floor. Your lip quivers, gaze softening at sight of him standing with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, his smile making your heart warm.

"Oh, Lu." You coo with adoration, closing the door behind you and taking the flowers from his hands, sparks flushing over your skin when your fingers brush as if you weren't used to it. You bring the flowers to your nose, eyes fluttering close as you take a whiff of their scent before looking back up at him with eyes brighter than when you'd walked in. "This...you...you didn't have to; this is so sweet. And you got my favourites!"

He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and chuckles slightly, "Hey, I listen! When you told me you were having a bad day, I wanted to give you something to come home to, I know it's, uh, not much but you've been wanted some and I bought some candles for a bath too...if you're up for it."

Tears slip down your cheeks, but happy tears because you wonder what you did to deserve someone as attentive and thoughtful as Luke. You really had expected just to come home to a hug since he had his own tiring day, but he bought you flowers. Flowers! No one's ever bought you flowers before. On top of that, you knew he tried hard with the candles, they weren't his thing, but he knew you loved them after a long day. He awkwardly stares a little, internal panic arising seeing your tears and he immediately thinks he's missed something.

You lay the bouquet on his dresser and urgently throw yourself into him, arms winding around his middle tight and pressing your ear to his chest. His arms secure around your shoulders, and he places a kiss on your head, smiling warmly. The weight you had been carried lifted from your shoulders, your body feeling light and cosy wrapped up in Luke's arms again.

"I love you. So much. Thank you." You sniff, tilting your head up at his soft eyes, "But you're always the best part of my day."

"I love you more,” his voice is quiet, his hands sneaking underneath your shirt to caress over your waist and back, "sooo...is that a yes to the bath?"

His eyes search yours with a glint in them, desperate to have the evening with just you before Jack bundles in. His palms soothe up to your ribs and hiking your shirt higher up your body with a growing grin pulling onto his lips.

"You're so cheeky, oh my God. Come here, Snoopy." You shake your head with a giggle, rolling your eyes playfully, fingers wrapping in the collar of his hoodie and pulling him down to connect your lips into a sweet kiss.

[pennyold]

warm bath | d.s

Summary: a warm bath with your boyfriend after a long shift in his work.

Warnings: fingering, swearing, nipple play, dirty talk, and dilf!drew

w.c: 618

a/n: I want to cuddle with him. I missed him so badly, and if you want a continuous part of the truck-driver!drew just leave it in my inbox!!

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peace and love, penny ★

I leaned my back against his chest, and his arm covered my chest, bringing me warmth. I rested my head on his shoulder, looked at him, and asked, "Are you tired, darling?" He laughed, looking at me, "No, baby, why?" I shook my head, "It's nothing," I smiled, looking ahead. I felt his breath brush against my neck, and then he kissed it. I let him trace my collarbone, forming a path of wet kisses. I moved under the water, feeling his cock beneath me. He bites my neck and then licks it, whispering some words in my ear: "Are you horny, darling?" I shook my head; I didn't want him to get more tired, so I started rubbing the bath sponge over my legs. "Are you lying?" I shook my head again, and then Drew brushed his fingers over my hard nipples, teasing me. I squirmed and moaned, setting the sponge aside. "No..." I tried to stop him, but he laughed. "Do you want me to stop?" I could never lie to him again, so I shook my head, biting my lip.

He started playing with my sensitive breasts, my period was about to arrive, so my breasts were bigger than usual, and they also hurt a little every time he squeezed them. "Darling..." he pinched my nipples "What's wrong, love?" I whimpered, writhing in his arms, "I'm so sensitive." He kept playing with my boobs, massaging them with soap and bubbles.

I rubbed my thighs, and my pussy was so wet that my skin was slippery, I was so horny that my arousal couldn't mix with the water. "Are you rubbing yourself, darling? So needy, aren’t you?” While I writhed, he released a breath and brought his hand to my center, Drew rubbed my clit, opening my legs for him. "Open ‘em for me, please," I obeyed, feeling the water hitting my pussy and my entrance dilating. "Oh, shit." "That mouth, little girl, be careful." I could see a flash of his hand over my clit, playing with it. Slowly, he slid a finger into my hole, stretching it more than it already was, I moaned, squeezing his thigh. "I'm going to put it in, are you ready?" I nodded. "Words, darling." "Yes, yes, I need… I need you.” "Good baby."

He started rubbing my hole until he slowly pushed the tip of his finger inside me, I squirmed, spreading my legs wide, my entrance ready to receive and suck him in. Drew pumped his middle finger into my hole and the water moved through his hand, controlling it. I moaned and he added a second finger, making me grab his arm. "Fuck," I said as he pinched my nipple and fucked my pussy with his fingers, Drew curved his finger inside me and I felt how close he was to my sweet spot.

I lifted my pelvis to feel his fingers deeper, and he noticed, so he moved them deeper and faster, my pussy started to tighten around them, I moaned and exhaled the breath I was holding, "I'm going to cum, keep going, please," he kissed my neck, “This pretty girl is gonna cum in my fingers, huh?” I nodded desperately, biting my lip.

The water splashed on my face as Drew's movements quickened. I rolled my eyes, feeling my climax approaching, and then I came, squeezing Drew's fingers as I regained my normal breath. "Did you like that, baby?” "Yes, babe,” Drew kissed me on the cheek "I'm glad you like it, I'll always please you whenever you want." I kissed him all over his face, thanking him. After that, we washed up, sat together on the bed, and watched our favorite movie.

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[moodymisty]

I would love to give the primarchs a massage, just the idea of these massive men who are constantly at war turning into puddles under the hands of their lover. And maybe offering to return the favor 😏

Author's note: I feel like sanguinius' wings would ache after long battles <3 Relationships: Sanguinius/Gn!Reader Warnings: None really

"Sigh..."

At first, Sanguinius would reject attention such as this; Insist he didn't need it, and that the gesture was wasted. He didn't want to seem weak or didn't want to be the center of your affection, you couldn't quite tell. Or perhaps it was both. Now so much deeper into your relationship he's much more allowing of such attention, stomach curling as he hunches in relaxation.

Now he allows it, because he knows you enjoy it just as much as he does.

His wings twitch happily as you press against the sore muscles at their base, flying and holding them tense for so long has cause them to become tight and strained. Your gentle hands do wonders in loosening them, along with the warm water of the bath. He's the closest he's yet gotten to euphoria- just peace and happiness. Even if for only a little while.

"They're always so sore..."

You mumble to yourself, feeling the sections where his armor dug into the skin. Sanguinius has plates that wrap around the base of his wings to keep them safe; One cut of a tendon could render him flightless for a period of time.

"I use them quite a bit, love."

He feels you smack his shoulder, the water adding a wet plap to his skin. Your hands slide along his wet skin, droplets sliding downward. His feathers repel most of the water, but he still holds them somewhat out of the water to keep from having to preen them all over again.

"You know what I mean."

Sanguinius chuckles at you, feeling your lips press against the dip between his shoulderblades.

"I do, but it is quite fun to tease you. Perhaps I would stop if you didn't always have such a reaction."

He still can't see your face, but he can hear your disgruntled sigh and chuckles again. He's smiling as well; A real one, one that actually reaches his eyes and makes their lovely color brighter and warmer.

Pushing against his shoulders harder trying to soothe his deeper muscles you feel his body relax more, leaning forward a bit more harshly as he looses tension. His wings twitch a bit more, before he stretches them and feels how much less sore and aching he is already.

"I'm well enough, come back where I can see you."

You shake your head despite him being unable to see it, though he can probably hear the shifting of your body in the water.

"I'll be done in a bit," You say, feeling the brush of his feathers against your arm as you push towards the base of his wing. He lets it droop a bit, the tips of some feathers dipping into the warm water.

"I should do your hair after this..." You mumble to yourself, an action which has Sanguinius turning around to snatch you off the step you're on, pulling you to sit on his lip.

"I wasn't done!"

You quickly complain, grumbling discontent as Sanguinius leans down and nuzzles his face into your neck. He hums happily, and you can feel him relax as he breathes in your scent and feels the thrum of your heart in your artery.

"Shush, you. I can wash my hair later. Let me just enjoy you for awhile."

[sai-int]

Is it too much to ask for a dd/lg headcannon or Drabble with the 141 boys? Maybe even including others like graves, konig, Keegan, Alejandro and Rudy?

(Can I be 🍇 anon?)

never too much! you're actually the first person to claim an emoji! I hope this is okay doll ♡

cw : 18+ MDNI , dd/lg dynamics , this is so long, im sorry price, simon, johnny, kyle, könig, keegan, alejandro, rudy, graves

price – the definition of a firm but fair daddy. he’s got rules, and he expects you to follow them, but he’s not cruel about it. he’s patient, steady, always knows what you need—even when you don't. his presence alone is enough to make you feel safe, grounded. but he’s also stern when he needs to be.

"feet up, love. that's it. let me take care of you." he says, kneeling in front of you after a long day, pulling off your shoes and rubbing slow, firm circles into your sore arches. he takes care of you without hesitation, without asking. knows when you need a bath drawn, knows when you need to be pulled into his lap and held until your breathing evens out.

but if you brat? you’re bent over his lap, skirt flipped up, his hand smoothing over your skin before landing a sharp smack. "i warned you, didn’t I?" he’s got a low tolerance for brattiness but an endless amount of patience when it comes to taking care of you. calls you his girl, sweetheart, maybe even baby when he’s feeling soft. he’s got a warm, protective presence, safe but still in control. nothing gets past him. if you try to pout your way out of trouble, he just smirks, presses a kiss to your forehead, and hums a low, "nice try, love."

simon – quiet, intense, and possessive. he’s not big on pet names—mostly calls you love—but the way he looks at you? like he owns you, like he’d burn the world down for you? that’s where the power is.  he doesn’t have to say much, doesn’t need a long list of rules or punishments. all it takes is a look, the weight of his stare heavy enough to make you squirm. he doesn’t like bratting, doesn’t like games. when he tells you to do something, he expects you to listen.

"listen, come here, love." simple, direct. his voice is low, steady. when you hesitate, just for a moment, his head tilts. the mask makes it impossible to read his expression, but you know what’s coming.

"really gonna make me ask again, are you?"

and when you finally move, slipping between his legs, he rewards you with rare praise, making it feel that much better.

"that’s m'good girl."

johnny – playful, teasing, and so good with praise. he loves winding you up, watching you get all pouty just so he can break you down and build you back up again. his favorite thing in the world is turning your "no, I'd never" into "please, johnny, more."

"dinnae be shy, princess," he grins, leaning in, voice warm with amusement. "say it for me. tell me what y’need."

he’s big on physical affection, always touching, always holding, always making sure you feel how much he adores you. he’s the type to pick you up and spin you around just to hear you squeal, to kiss you breathless in the middle of the street just because he can.

his hands are always everywhere, his voice a steady stream of praise. "look at ye. so fuckin’ sweet for me. always are."

but when it’s time to be serious? he knows how to handle you. lets you push him just enough before he’s got you pinned against the nearest surface, smirking as he presses against your backside as you get shy, "thought you were a big girl, hm? what happened to all that attitude?"

or maybe you'll laugh, not taking him seriously, "think yer bein’ funny, aye?" his fingers trail up your thigh, the pads of them making dimples in your skin as he leans in. "let’s see how much ye'll be laughin' when a’m done wi' ye."

kyle – softer, more nurturing. he’s the type to tuck you into his side, stroke your hair, kiss your forehead and call you his sweet girl. loves taking care of you, making sure you feel safe and cherished. he’s the kind of daddy that knows exactly when to pull you into his lap and murmur, "what’s goin’ on, baby?" he doesn’t scold when you brat—he just guides, gently steering you back to where you need to be.

"i know, sweetheart. just need some attention, don’t you?" he coos, thumb tracing slow lines along your lower lip. "c’mere. let me take care of you, yeah?"

but he’s not a pushover. when you really push? he just sighs, shaking his head, the disappointment gets you the most.

"you know better than that, love. you wanna try again?"

könig – gentle but possessive. he knows how big he is, how easily he could overpower you at a moments notice, but that’s not what he wants. he cherishes you, treats you like something delicate, something precious. calls you mäuschen, liebling, mein süßes mädchen.

his hands are massive—capable of destruction, yet impossibly soft when they touch you. he holds you like you’re special, something his. he takes so much pride in you. his voice is low, rumbled with that thick austrian accent as he murmurs, "mein liebling, so brave… so sweet for me."

he adores caring for you. brushing your hair every night, wrapping you in his arms, tracing gentle patterns on your skin as he murmurs praises. but he watches you, reads you, because he knows when you’re acting out watches

"you are just testing my patience, mäuschen. do not disappoint me."

it’s not a threat, it’s a warning. his grip is firm, but never harsh, just a reminder of his strength. when you finally give in, whisper out a soft "i’m sorry, daddy" he's too weak to stay upset, immidiately praising you.

"awh, that’s my baby. knew you would come back to me." his lips press to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you tight. because you’re his, and he never lets what’s his go.

keegan – commanding but patient. he doesn’t say much, doesn’t need to. you and him communicate almost telepathically, always intune with eachother. when he looks at you, when he tilts his head just so, eyes sharp beneath that black face paint, it’s enough.

"pet." his voice is low, even, a quiet command. "come here."

you hesitate, just for a second, testing him, pushing. but all it takes is that subtle shift in his posture, that almost-imperceptible narrowing of his eyes, for you to realize exactly what you’ve done.

"you know better."

he doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t punish you outright. no—he waits, lets the silence stretch until you’re squirming. he wants you to break on your own, to realize that disobeying him was never going to end in your favor.

"be good for me." his hand finds your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. his touch is firm, his thumb grazing your bottom lip, watching the way you react.

and when you finally, finally submit? he smirks, barely there, nodding once as his thumb brushes over your cheek.

"that’s my girl."

alejandro – soooo teasing, full of warmth. calls you mi amor, bebita, princesa. he spoils you rotten, but he expects your obedience in return. loves watching you melt under his praise.

"mírate, baby" he murmurs, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "tan hermosa cuando eres buena para mí." 

he lives to take care of you. always checking in, making sure you ate or what not. "estás bien, mi amor?" his hands smoothing over your back, pulling you into his chest. when you’ve had a long day, when you’re feeling small, he tucks you into his lap, cradles your face, murmurs soft praises in spanish, low and soothing in your ear.

"always so good, mi princesa."

rudy – soft but firm. calls you mi corazón , muñequita. he’s the kind of man who lets you brat, lets you think you’re getting away with it, all build letting it until he finally decides to correct you.

"are you done, muñeca?" voice calm, measured.

he doesn’t scold, doesn’t get angry. just waits. waits for you to realize that he’s not going to entertain your attitude. that he’s not going to play your game.

and when you calm down? he just smiles, welcoming you back to him with open arms. pulling you into his lap and cradling your face in his hands. because rudy doesn’t break. he just waits for you to come back to him.

graves – cocky and dominant, and always in control. he has that easy southern charm, the kind that makes you feel safe, wanted, but also makes it crystal clear that he’s in charge. calls you darlin’, sugar, his little thing. thrives on obedience, but he loves breaking you in, watching you go from stubborn and defiant to soft and needy under his touch.

"you’re makin’ this real difficult for yourself, sugar."

his voice is always calm, never rushed. he knows he’s going to get his way. when you brat, when you cross your arms and huff at him, he just sighs, shakes his head, tilts his chin down slightly so he’s looking at you, sharp blue eyes cutting through your attitude like a knife.

"can act tough all you want, sweets, but we both know how this ends."

his punishments aren’t harsh, they’re calculated. never does anything in the heat of the moment. he waits, makes you squirm, makes you realize that pushing him was a bad idea.

but when you’re good? fuck, does he reward you.

"now that’s what I like, darlin’," he murmurs, kitten licking at your clit. "my sweet girl, doin’ exactly what she’s told. ain't so hard, hmm?"

he’s big on ownership. likes having his hands on you, his arm draped over your shoulders, fingers ghosting against your neck. not because he doesn’t trust you, he just likes reminding you who you belong to.

"ain’t nobody else gonna take care of you like I do, sugar. you know that, don’t you?"

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 7 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇uhm Raphael does stuff

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The moon cast a faint silver glow over the palace, illuminating the dark hallways as y/n crept silently through them. Her heart raced, Adonis clutched tightly to her chest as she made her way toward the servants’ exit. Every shadow felt like it was watching her, every faint sound echoing louder than it should. “Just a little further,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. She kissed Adonis’s forehead, the baby giggling softly, oblivious to the danger. As she reached the doorway, a harsh voice sliced through the air behind her.

“Going somewhere?”

She froze, her blood turning to ice. She slowly turned, only to see two guards standing there, their expressions cold and unyielding. “Take her,” one of them ordered, and before she could react, they grabbed her roughly. Adonis started crying as they tore him from her arms, her screams echoing through the hallway. “Let him go! Don’t touch him!” She fought desperately, kicking and thrashing, but the guards were too strong. They dragged her through the halls, her bare feet scraping against the cold marble floor.

When they reached Raphael’s chambers, the doors were flung open, and she was shoved inside with such force that she fell to the ground, scraping her palms. Adonis’s cries grew louder as one of the guards handed him to Raphael, who stood near the balcony with a calm yet dangerous expression. She scrambled to her feet, her voice cracking. “Raphael, please! Don’t hurt him—he’s just a baby!” Raphael turned to her, cradling Adonis in his arms as if the child were his own. He smiled down at the infant, who now giggled innocently, unaware of the tension in the room.

“You disappoint me, y/n,” Raphael said softly, his tone eerily calm. “I give you everything—a life of luxury, a place by my side—and yet, you still try to run.”

Her chest heaved with panic as she stepped closer, her hands outstretched. “Please, just let us go. This isn’t right, Raphael. You’re hurting us.”

He chuckled, though his eyes were anything but amused. “Hurting you? No, my dear. I’m protecting you. But you need to learn obedience.”Before she could reply, Raphael turned and stepped toward the balcony. Her heart stopped as she watched him hold Adonis out over the edge, his small body dangling precariously above the void.

“NO!” She screamed, running toward him, but the guards blocked her path. “Raphael, stop! He’s just a baby!” Adonis giggled, blissfully unaware of the danger, reaching for the stars above.

Raphael glanced back at her, his expression still calm but his eyes cold. “If you try something like that again, love, there will be consequences. Adonis will be no more.”

“You’re bluffing,” she spat, her voice trembling but defiant. “You wouldn’t—”

Her words died in her throat as Raphael’s grip on Adonis loosened, just slightly. The infant slipped an inch, his tiny arms flailing, and her world shattered in that moment. “NO! STOP!” she screamed, falling to her knees. “I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt him!”

Raphael smirked, satisfied, and pulled Adonis back into his arms. He kissed the baby’s forehead as if nothing had happened, then gestured for the guards to let her go. She crawled to him, tears streaming down her face as she reached for Adonis. But Raphael held the baby out of her reach, leaning down to pat her head as though she were a disobedient pet. “That’s better,” he murmured. “Now, be a good wife, love. Do as I say, and your son will stay safe.”

She stared up at him, her body trembling with rage and despair. She wanted to fight, to scream, to tear him apart. But the image of Adonis dangling over that balcony burned in her mind, silencing her rebellion.

She had to do it, for Adonis

Raphael carried a now sleeping Adonis over to the ornate crib nestled against the wall, the soft glow of the moonlight bathing the room in silver. He gently laid the baby down, pulling the silk blanket over him with a tenderness that made her stomach churn. She stood frozen, still trembling from what had just happened, her arms wrapped protectively around herself.

“He’s safe, see?” Raphael turned to her, his smile serene, as though he hadn’t just dangled her child over a balcony. “But safety comes at a price, my little birdie.”

She glared at him, her breath shallow and uneven. “What do you mean by that?” Raphael strode to a nearby chest, his movements calm and deliberate, and opened it. He pulled out a delicate but sturdy gold chain, its links glittering in the faint light. The sight of it sent a chill down her spine.

She backed up instinctively, her wrists flying to her chest. “No. No, you can’t—”

“Oh, but I can.” Raphael stepped closer, the chain dangling in his hand as if it were a gift instead of a shackle. “You’ve proven to me, my sweet little birdie, that you can’t be trusted to stay in your cage. This is just… insurance.”

Her back hit the wall, and she shook her head violently. “You can’t treat me like this! I’m not an animal, Raphael!”

He tilted his head, feigning disappointment, and sighed. “You leave me no choice, love. You tried to fly away, and I can’t have that. Not when you belong to me.” In a swift motion, he grabbed her wrists. She struggled, thrashing against his grip, but he was too strong. With practiced ease, he wrapped the chain around her wrists, fastening it securely but not tightly enough to bruise.

“There,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her tear streaked face. “Now my little birdie won’t fly away again.”

She stared down at her chained wrists, her chest heaving with fury and humiliation. “I hate you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Raphael leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered back, “You can hate me all you want, little birdie. But you’ll sing for me soon enough.” He stepped back, admiring his work as though she were some gilded statue, and then gestured to the crib. “Now, sit. Watch over our son. Be the mother he needs and the wife I deserve. And remember…”

He let the threat hang in the air, his eyes darting briefly to the balcony. She swallowed hard, sinking to her knees beside Adonis’s crib. Her heart ached as she cradled her chained hands, the weight of the gold pressing down on her soul. Raphael smiled at her submission, then walked to his desk as if nothing had happened. For him, this was just another day of playing god over her life. But for her, it was another reminder of her gilded cage, the one she could never escape.

——

Raphael stood by the open window, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed out at the horizon. The sky was painted in dark, swirling grays, the unmistakable signs of a storm brewing over the sea. He inhaled deeply, savoring the salty air as a faint smile tugged at his lips. Pandora sat on the bed, her wrists still shackled by the golden chains, watching him with narrowed eyes. Her heart felt heavy with every second of silence that passed. Finally, Raphael turned, his expression a mix of smug satisfaction and mock concern. “Y/n,” he said softly, almost pityingly, “I have some… unfortunate news.”

She straightened, her stomach churning with dread. “What now?”

He strolled toward her, his boots clicking softly against the marble floor. “It seems your precious husband, King Telemachus, may no longer be gracing this world with his presence.”

Her breath hitched. She stared at him, her pulse pounding in her ears. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice shaking.

Raphael crouched in front of her, his golden eyes meeting hers as he reached out to gently lift her chin. “Word reached me that Telemachus was sailing this way, no doubt with some grand army to rescue his beloved wife and child.” His smile grew darker. “But the sea has other plans, my little birdie. A terrible storm is brewing out there, and I heard… well, let’s just say it’s unlikely his fleet made it through unscathed.”

Her lips parted, and she shook her head in disbelief. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Raphael raised an eyebrow, his tone almost playful. “I’m simply passing along what I’ve been told. The storm out there is vicious. The kind that swallows even the strongest ships. If Telemachus and his men were caught in it…” He trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

“No,” she whispered, tears pricking at her eyes. She couldn’t believe it. Telemachus was strong, resourceful—he couldn’t be gone. He just couldn’t.

Raphael stood, towering over her as he crossed his arms. “It’s tragic, really. I almost feel bad for the man. Sailing all this way, fighting the gods and the elements… only to meet his end before even setting foot on Skiaphos.”

“You’re wrong,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered. “He’s alive. He’ll come for me. For Adonis.”

Raphael leaned down, his face inches from hers, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “You keep clinging to that hope, y/n. But if the storm didn’t take him, my soldiers will. Either way, you’re mine now. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for everyone.” She turned her face away, her tears falling silently as Raphael straightened and walked back to the window, watching the storm roll in with a satisfied grin. For him, the storm was a sign of his victory. For her, it was a reminder of her helplessness, and the faint, flickering hope that somehow, against all odds, Telemachus would still find a way to reach her.

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[lazysoulwriter]

No In-Between - Paul Mescal.

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, casting golden hues over the wooden floor and the mess of pillows and blankets scattered around. You lay on your back, arms stretched above your head, staring at the ceiling with a lazy smile. Paul was beside you, propped up on one elbow, tracing slow patterns over the fabric of your oversized hoodie—his hoodie, really, but you had stolen it so long ago that it was basically yours now.

“What are you thinking about?” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar Irish lilt that always made your stomach flutter.

You turned your head to look at him, the golden light catching in his eyes, making them look impossibly warm. “Nothing important,” you replied, but the truth was, your mind had been a whirlwind of thoughts about him. About you. About this strange, wonderful thing that had been happening between you both.

Friendship had always been the foundation. From childhood, you and Paul had been inseparable. The media loved to romanticize your relationship, painting you as the ever-present best friend, the girl always by his side at premieres, at interviews, in candid paparazzi shots of him grabbing coffee or going for a run. You had laughed about it so many times, scrolling through online articles where people speculated about your status.

For the longest time, you had denied that there was anything more. It had been easy to, back then. But somewhere along the way, the lines had blurred. A drunken kiss at a party had turned into stolen moments behind closed doors. Touches that lingered too long, glances that spoke of something deeper. You weren’t just friends anymore, and you weren’t entirely lovers either. It was something in between. Something you didn’t have a name for.

But you knew, deep down, that it was love. It had always been love.

Paul sighed, rolling onto his back, mirroring your position. His hand found yours between the folds of the blanket, fingers lazily playing with yours. “You’re quiet today,” he observed.

You smiled, turning your head toward him again. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you considered whether to say it. It was a joke, really. A casual, offhand remark that could be shrugged off if necessary. But the words burned on your tongue, demanding to be spoken.

“If it were up to you,” you began, your voice light, teasing, “we’d be dating already.”

For a second, silence stretched between you. You almost regretted saying it, your body tensing as you prepared to laugh it off. But then Paul exhaled a quiet chuckle, shifting onto his side to face you fully.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “We would.”

Your breath hitched. You had expected deflection, teasing, maybe even an awkward change of subject. But he had said it so naturally, so easily, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You swallowed, your fingers still intertwined with his. “Oh.”

Paul smiled, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand. “Surprised?”

“A little,” you admitted. “I mean, I didn’t think—I didn’t know you actually wanted that.”

He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Are you serious? Christ, I thought I was being obvious.”

Your brows furrowed, your mind racing through the past few months. The way he kissed you like you were something precious. The way he touched you as if memorizing every inch of you. The way he looked at you, like he was seeing his whole world in front of him.

It had been obvious. You had just been too afraid to believe it.

“So...” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. “What now?”

Paul shifted closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin with the gentlest touch. “That depends,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “Do you want it too?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

A slow, breathtaking smile spread across his lips, and before you could say anything else, he was kissing you. It wasn’t hurried or frantic; it was soft, deep, full of the unspoken feelings that had been simmering between you for so long. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m tired of pretending.”

You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers tightening around his. “Me too.”

Paul grinned, pressing another kiss to your lips, and in that moment, you knew. There had never been an in-between. There had only ever been this, pulling you toward each other all along.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Planting

A/N: it's been a hot minute, but not dead! I hope you enjoy this. This is the first fic centered on darsas in the husbandry verse!

Link to darsas' husbandry fic collection page

Summary: You give your bonded death guard, Darsas, a little gift.

Warnings: none, ask me to tag if something bothers you.

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

You find Darsas. As he so often is, arms deep in your garden, softly humming to himself, the bioluminescent stripes on his armor gently glowing and flashing in tempo to the song that he is singing.

He pauses in his singing, his armored gauntlets dirty from the rich, dark soil that you'd purchased for him to supplement the clay-filled soil that your home was built on. He's never removed his armor in your presence - and from what research you've done on Chaos Marines, he likely can't. But you can tell that he's smiling at you as you approach.

There is a soft buzz, as usual, as he speaks “Good morning, my flower. Did you sleep well?”

It is mid-morning, with the sun warm and high in the sky, with the occasional fluffy white cloud skating by, as a gentle breeze stirs through the immaculate garden that Darsas lovingly tends to.

There are flowers and bushes of every description (except for roses. For some reason, Darsas hates roses, despite their thorns not being enough to pierce his armored gauntlets) and the saplings he has just finished planting promises to grow into beautiful dwarf apple trees. Alongside them he has planted mint, chives, coriander and lavender. Several fennel bulbs lay on the ground next to him, waiting and ready to be planted.

You smile up at your kneeling marine - even at half his height, he's still so large… But he is a gentle giant. You smile and kiss his helmet before answering “I did sleep well, Dar. I've also got you a gift.” Your hands are behind your back, hiding the long green-stemmed, multi-white flowered plant with bright yellow stamen.

Darsas let's out a curious trill, his glowing green eyes brightening a little “A gift for me? Oh, you spoil me, my radiant blossom!” He shakes the dirt from his gauntlets and turns, still on his knees as he gathers you up in a tight but gentle hug. You hear the soft click of his lower helmet opening as he presses happy kisses to your cheeks and lips, a happy purr rumbling from his chest.

You giggle at his eagerness and kiss him back - his lips larger and more scarred, but as always, almost feverishly warm as you do so. “I love you too, my handsome garden bug.” You hum, leaning into his touch.

His purr only intensifies as his form curls around yours. His voice is ragged and nearly worshipful as he slides into a language you do not understand, pressing more kisses to your cheeks and neck.

You're happy to let him cover you in kisses, kissing him whenever his lips find yours. You gently prompt him as the chamomile plant in your hands grows heavy “Would you like to see your gift, Darsas?”

He pulls away just far enough to nod, content to hold you close and purr. His bioluminescent stripes glow bright when you bring out the chamomile plant “Thank you, my beloved. I will plant this in a place of pride and care.”

You smile adoringly at your sweet Death Guard as he gives you one last quick cuddle before he starts to pick a good spot for the chamomile to grow. Why your neighbors are so nervous of your large, friendly love bug you'll never know. Then again… Chaos Marines don't have the best reputation, and Darsas, bless him, hates bathing and is on the more obviously mutated end of the spectrum.

[mommyownsmee]

Id just love to go to town with you, in a short skirt with no panties. So you can always check if im wet, if not you’ll just start rubbing and fucking me until i cum, no matter where and no matter who’s watching. Mommy wouldn’t care a bit

The city pulses around us, electric with life. Neon signs flicker above storefronts, bathing the sidewalks in shifting hues of red, blue, and gold. The scent of street food lingers—grilled meat sizzling on open flames, the buttery sweetness of pastries fresh from the oven, a faint wisp of something smoky from a distant bonfire. The air is crisp, the kind of autumn night that carries a sharp bite, but even that does nothing to cool the heat simmering between us.

You walk ahead of me just slightly, leading me through the shifting crowd, but every step you take is deliberate. That skirt—the one you knew would drive me insane—is barely more than a whisper of fabric, fluttering against the tops of your thighs with every movement. Your bare legs catch the glow of passing headlights, skin illuminated in flashes of warmth and shadow. You know exactly what you’re doing, and I know exactly what you’re waiting for.

The crosswalk signal blinks red, halting us at the curb, and I take the opportunity to step closer, pressing in just behind you. The night air swirls around us, but all I feel is the warmth radiating from your body, the anticipation thrumming beneath your skin like a live wire.

My hand ghosts over the small of your back, tracing down, slipping lower, skimming over the hem of your skirt. It would be so easy—so fucking easy—to lift it just slightly, to remind you of exactly what you left yourself open for tonight.

You inhale sharply.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” I murmur, my voice low, smooth, meant only for you, meant to slip beneath your skin and settle deep. “Are you wet for me already, sweetheart?”

You don’t answer—not with words. But I feel the way your thighs clench, the way your breath catches for just a second, how your fingers tighten around the strap of your purse like you need something to hold onto.

The light turns green.

I let you go—just for a moment, just long enough for you to take a shaky step forward, as if you actually think I’m done with you.

You don’t make it two steps before my hand is on you again, sliding beneath your skirt, fingers dragging up the inside of your bare thigh. The crowd moves around us, bodies brushing past in waves, conversations buzzing in the air, but you?

You go rigid, body locking up as my fingers brush higher, teasing over your heat.

“Spread your legs for me.”

It’s not a question.

You hesitate, your body taut with the thrill of it, the risk, the knowledge that at any moment, someone could look over and see exactly how fucking desperate you are for me.

I chuckle darkly. “Don’t make me ask again.”

A soft, shuddering breath escapes you as you shift your weight, just enough to give me access, just enough for my fingers to slip where I want them.

And fuck, you’re soaked.

I hum approvingly, dragging my fingers over you, slow and teasing. “Mmm… such a good little slut for me,” I murmur, my voice nothing but silk and heat. “Walking around like this, bare under your skirt, knowing I’d check. Did you get wet just thinking about it?”

You let out a quiet, broken sound—somewhere between a whimper and a plea.

I grin.

“You love being this desperate, don’t you?”

You nod quickly, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, struggling to keep from making a noise.

The street is crowded, but no one is paying us any attention. Cars pass, groups of friends laugh and stumble over sidewalks, costumed couples pose for pictures near a decorated storefront.

You’re trembling beneath my touch, caught between wanting more and knowing that we’re not nearly hidden enough for what I plan to do to you.

I drag my fingers over you again, pressing just enough to make your hips jerk slightly. Your breath stutters, and you grab onto my wrist—not to stop me, no, you wouldn’t dare—but as if grounding yourself, as if holding onto control that you already lost the moment we left the house.

“Think you can cum for me right here?” I ask, my voice dark with amusement. “Or should I keep teasing you until you’re begging?”

You let out a desperate little whimper, your thighs trembling, your fingers gripping my arm so tightly I almost feel bad for you.

Almost.

“Answer me, sweetheart,” I coo, my fingers pressing just a little harder, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you. “Do you want to cum?”

You nod frantically, barely whispering, “Please.”

I lean in close, my lips brushing against your jaw, my voice a velvet whisper in your ear.

“Then take it.”

The hum of the city fades. The crowd moves around us, oblivious, unaware of just how fucking wrecked you are for me in this moment.

The hum of the city surrounds us—the distant chatter of people passing by, the soft clink of glasses from a nearby café, the low hum of jazz drifting from an open window. The warm glow of streetlights flickers against your skin, painting you in golden hues, making you look even more irresistible.

But you’re not thinking about any of that, are you?

No. You’re thinking about my hand, the one teasing at the hem of your skirt, barely brushing your inner thigh, so light, so deliberate. You’re thinking about how reckless you were, walking out of the house without panties, knowing exactly what you were inviting.

I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my voice smooth, commanding. “You wanted to be bold, baby. So take it.”

Your body shudders slightly, torn between pressing into my touch and holding still like a good girl. I don’t give you the satisfaction yet—not until I’ve had my fun.

The café beside us is packed with people. Friends laughing over their drinks, couples leaning close, murmuring sweet nothings, the occasional distracted soul scrolling through their phone. They have no idea how weak you are under my touch, how I have you trembling in the middle of it all, barely keeping yourself together.

“Hold still,” I murmur, my lips just barely grazing your skin. “Unless you want them to know how desperate you are for me.”

You tense, your thighs squeezing together instinctively, but I click my tongue, slipping an arm around your waist, keeping you exactly where I want you. “No, no, sweetheart,” I chide, the amusement thick in my voice. “You wanted to play. So be good for me.”

I watch you struggle, your chest rising and falling a little too quickly, your fingers gripping the strap of your purse, your breath coming in short, shaky exhales.

“You’re blushing,” I tease, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your neck. “Are you feeling shy now?”

You shake your head, but I know better. I see the way your hands tremble slightly, the way your body reacts to every tiny movement I make.

I smirk. “Mm, I think you like this. The thrill of it. The way you never know when I’ll touch you next.”

You exhale sharply, and I let my fingers drift higher—just a whisper of a touch, enough to have you squirming, enough to remind you exactly who you belong to.

The world moves around us, unaware. The streetlights flicker, the night deepens, and still, you’re here, helpless under my hands, waiting, aching, desperate for whatever I decide to give you next.

I lean in, lips just below your ear, my voice a low whisper. “Tell me,” I purr. “Do you want me to stop?”

You barely manage to shake your head, your voice soft, breathless. “No, Mommy.”

I smirk, pressing a kiss just beneath your jaw, my grip tightening around your waist. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Then behave.”

And just like that, I pull away.

My hands slip back into my coat pocket, my expression unreadable, as if nothing had ever happened. The heat of my touch lingers, ghosting over your skin, leaving you on edge, your breath unsteady, your body still thrumming with need.

You stand frozen for a second, trying to compose yourself, frustration flashing in your eyes, but I only smile.

“Let’s go,” I say smoothly, already turning toward the next shop window, acting as if I haven’t just ruined you in the middle of the street.

You hesitate, still catching up, but then you follow, your steps quick, eager, falling right back into place beside me.

I chuckle under my breath.

The night is far from over.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Rayna's Sister Remembers The First Timeline ♡

(remember this is in the other country so all references to the royal family are a different one then the one we know and love.)

Your first life hadn't been a very happy one, the illegitimate child of a duke kept for reasons you couldn't even understand. They kept you in the annex while the real heir to the duke, your older legitimate sister Rayna was allowed to shine, which in turn led to a lo of jealously and resentment towards her on your part. In fact your whole childhood you'd resented her and in turn it seemed like she hardly paid you any attention at all. You were sure when she took the title of duke from your mother she would most certainly exile you from the household or execute you for being a drain on resources. You were absolutely sure that's what would have happened until at 22 years old you awakened as a mage, a painful process. She'd been away training on the day it happened which you considered a blessing because you were sure if your mother or her had been at the house that day they would have stopped anyone from coming to help you. It was a mana explosion, your body was too weak to handle the drain your magic was having on you and you needed to bind yourself to a knight who could help share your burden. Even with the duke and heir being away from the manor though, it still took two hours for anyone to bother stepping in leaving you to burn up in the meantime until the knight captain finally stepped up and allowed you to bind to her saving you from a painful death.

You vaguely remember how angry both of them had looked when they returned home, just barely being able to stand and hold yourself together long enough for your mother to announce you had to marry the knight you'd bonded to in order to prevent a scandal and Rayna stomping off to her own personal study mumbling something about finding a way to break a mage bond. You were sure she was furious a knight who showed such promise was now stuck with her illegitimate sister. You passed out for weeks after that and had been unable to participate in the planning of your own wedding, your body struggling to recover from the wounds your own mana had inflicted on you and it didn't help your knight wasn't keen on remaining close to you to speed the healing process, only coming in once a day in order to stop your mana from going haywire without them again. You think someone else had been coming in to treat your wounds and bathe you every day but you'd been unable to open your eyes fully to see who it was who'd taken pity on you. When you finally did come to everything was set in motion and all you had to do was get the wedding dress they'd picked for you altered. It was a heavy thing, you were sure you'd be able to walk in it with how your leg had been fucked up by your own magic but you didn't protest. They'd gone for this to cover all the ugly scars along your body most likely. The veil too was thick to keep anyone from gasping in horror when they saw you walking down the aisle. You were just happy they didn't try to put make up on your facial wounds, they would have surely gotten infected if they had.

So despite having just barely regained conscious, with a leg that ached in agony with the slightest pressure put on it, you walked down the aisle in a thick sweaty wedding dress, in a room full of nobles you saw you as a disgrace and a family who could hardly even look at you on your wedding day. The royal family had attended your wedding and the princess made snide remarks about your parentage the entire time meanwhile your knight lamented being forced to be with you in the corner with the fellow members of their squad. At the end of the day you returned to your dusty little annex bedroom without your now spouse even by your side and that was how your life was daily for the next three years until your sister took the title of duke. That came with a few changes, number one your knight wasn't allowed to just leave the manor like they had before, it looked bad on the duke's family if they left you all by yourself so your knight was forced to actually spend more time with you to stabilize your mana. The bigger change though, something that made you resent your sister more than you ever had thought possible, her engagement to the princess of your country. The same princess who delighted in mocking you for being a bastard child for years at the point and harassed you your whole wedding day. You had known Rayna must have not care for you in the slightest but this felt like she just needed to get in own final betrayal, one last stab in the gut to drive it home that you weren't wanted in your own house. An engagement with the royal family did bring prestige to your house though and that seemed to be all that mattered. You also found out Rayna had still been searching for ways to break the bond you had with your knight something which ate at you. You and her both knew breaking the bond usually meant death for the mage actually in the bond but she still was looking for ways anyways. It was the final nail in the coffin of your relationship and after that you decided it would be best if you never spoke a word out loud to her again.

So you didn't, you didn't utter a word to anyone for five years, didn't even use the magic you'd been given because that would mean you'd need to be stabilized more often and although your spouse was supposed to remain at your side, they were often still nowhere to be found. A mage was a special resource in your kingdom but you were just allowing your gift to just waste away. Then on a winter day you found yourself with no choice but to use it to light the fireplace in your annex bedroom, Rayna had assigned you a maid but you couldn't waste that maids time, despite knowing your spouse wasn't anywhere near you. It was that or freeze to death but it had been what ultimately took your life as you began to trash around and fever. You remember a maid had come to check on you and ran to get Rayna who'd mobilized the entire house knights to try to find your spouse. You think she'd grabbed your hand in your final moments but you'd been too out of it and a day after trying to light a fire in your bedroom, you died. You don't remember much of your death but you know you had to of died considering you were now here, two months before your magic burst trying your best to turn things around so maybe this time you wouldn't have such a shitty fate.

You'd made rules for yourself, things you wanted to make amends for before you died to your magic burst this time. First, you'd stay away from people when your burst happened this time, you didn't want to ruin anyone's promising career so when the day came you'd go hid in the woods where no one was sure to find you. It was better that way. You'd stop yourself from resenting your sister this time, it wasn't her fault you were a smudge on the house and though you'd spent your final years hating her to no end she'd tried her best to find your spouse and had stayed there as you took your final breaths. She could have let you die lonely but in your final day your bedroom was filled with people begging you to hold on because they would surely find your spouse though the servants were more worried what would happen to them if you died because they neglected to keep your spouse from leaving the manor. Perhaps if you had spent more time trying to understand her when you were younger, your relationship wouldn't have became as strained as it was. You wanted to not die with hate in your heart this time. Your mother was a bit trickier to reconcile with but you didn't want to die a useless bastard child so your goal with her was to leave behind knowledge that would benefit the duke's house so they could live prosperous after your death. As for the servants, it couldn't have been easy for them to be assigned to a neglect illegitimate child, you wanted to be nicer to them. With those things in mind you set about your goal of living life to the fullest for your remaining two months. Things were a bit… actually much different this time.

The first change you noticed was in Rayna, during the time you had come back to Rayna was out at the capital of your country and was not supposed to return for a week but the day you'd come back to she'd also returned home rather quickly. You would have simply believed you'd misremembered the day she was supposed to return but your mother had even commented on how she arrived really quickly. Something about her was off too, she'd smiled widely and hugged you on her return before setting you down when she saw the confusion on your face. It had been the only time in your memory Rayna had ever smiled at you or hugged you. Baffling. From then on she was attached to you like glue, making it impossible for you to make amends with the other people on your list you had been wanting to talk to. You'd think she'd remember your past life but that was impossible because if she had surely she would have gone to propose to the princess, her fiancé in the last life. Perhaps it had been your own changes that had disturbed things though, you'd been friendly to her when you saw her came in so perhaps the hug was her being excited you'd decide not to harbor a grudge against her anymore. Then a month later she'd challenged your mother to a duel for the dukedom and won. Maybe spending time with you had given her the rest she needed to usurp your mother, something you'd known she'd wanted for a very long time even without your interference. After she won though you were moved out of the annex. In your past life you remained in the annex even after she became duke for your own protection considering the princess hated you and your spouse also had a reason to want you gone. The annex was tightly guarded with only her personal guards to try to keep you and your spouse inside though it didn't stop them from eventually sneaking out and leaving you alone somehow.

You liked your new room well enough though you had protested at first because it was right next to Rayna's room and was much too big and nice for a bastard child. rayna had insisted though, said it was your taste. You weren't sure how she knew your taste but she was right, it was exactly to your liking and the bed had been the most comfortable thing you'd ever laid on, even more comfortable than the mattress she'd given you in your annex in the last life. Your last month was quite honestly filled with joy and so when you snuck out to the forest to let yourself die on the final day, you had no regrets. You'd made up with Rayna, something you never thought possible before and while you hadn't made up with your mother, who was off traveling after being defeated you'd crossed the other two things off your list. Walking towards your death in the forest didn't feel so bad anymore. You went far in, not stopping walking until you were forced to, doubling over in pain with the mana burst finally began. You'd expected to be there for hours considering in the first life it took two hours for anyone to help and you'd still been alive at that point. That's not what happened though, half an hour in and you'd heard a horse fast approaching with Rayna shouting your name, grabbing onto you tightly and searing her face, and body, when she finally found you on the ground. You'd tried to stop it, you couldn't ruin her life by having her bind to you when you'd just barely gotten on positive terms but she'd forced it anyways, your mana beginning to flow into her binding her to you. Most knights didn't stand close to the mage when they did it, it was a process not requiring touch, they just had to accept your mana into their body. Your past spouse hadn't wanted to get hurt so they stood far away but Rayna held onto your tightly until the bond was completed and the burst ended. You almost felt as though you should yell at her, she ruined herself trying to help you, but you'd fallen asleep too quickly.

Rayna herself had been in a panic that night when she couldn't find you, your burst was supposed to begin and this time she wanted to be there to make sure he was the knight bonded to you. She'd spent the whole of your last life trying to figure out how to transfer the bond from your knight to her instead without finding any luck which was why she'd gotten engaged to that disgusting princess to begin with. There was a rumor the royals knew but even that was a dead end. She'd been so close to figuring it out when she'd been told you were dying because your spouse was nowhere to be found. It pissed her off, they'd been blessed enough to have you for a wife yet even on your wedding day they complained and now they'd left you to fend for yourself. At that point you'd long stopped speaking to her and while hearing your voice would have normally been joyous to her, hearing you cry out in pain for hours a you slowly withered away had been agony. You were fevering hard and eventually even the staff had to back up to not get hurt by your unstable mana. She stayed though, she burned up with you and when you finally stopped breathing she ended it all, not wanting to live in a world without her sister, her one true love anymore. It was nothing short of a miracle for her to go back in time to before the bond had happened. She'd rushed home immediately not even carrying that at this point in the timeline your relationship wasn't amicable. She'd been a fool in the past hiding her love in a misguided effort to protect you, first hiding so your mother wouldn't hurt you then hiding so the princess wouldn't hurt you, now though she was strong enough to never have to hide her feelings again. You were a bit of a foolish little sister too though, trying to go into the forest when you were so fragile. You probably hadn't have known you were going to burst, otherwise why would you have gone somewhere hidden from people? Either way that didn't matter, now you were her partner and this time at your wedding it would be an occasion you could remember fondly. It would be hard for her to keep her hands of you while she waited impatiently for your wedding night.

[beatrixst0nehill]

"So, for everybody wondering where I got to..... surprise! Yes, that video circulating of me waddling out of a buffet in my hometown in a huge dress that still couldn't cover my ass all the way, sweating, panting, puke all over the front of my dress. That was 100% me, congrats to everyone who guessed right! I know you guys really loved my content. I of course loved my community and buying cute outfits to show off for you. My transition was going great and you all were so supportive of me. I was lucky I got to start transitioning so young, so I got the perfect, sexy body of my dreams by 19 and just had to show it off to the world! Then, well....... I got a bit carried away.

I was plugging away, making my content, and people kept telling me how sexy I was, they complimented my ass especially. Lots of guys and a few girls asked me if I'd consider getting bigger on purpose. I didn't really know how to respond. I'd ask them if they really wanted to see me with a fatter ass. They were all crazy about it. That's who in some of my last videos you see me struggle to put stuff on. I looked up weight gain tips and was bombarded in my algorithm with feederism content. Step by step guides on how to go from thin, to massively fat, and a lot of them were guides made by trans girls who looked so enthusiastic to get morbidly obese. I never saw anything like it, these curvy, busty, healthy girls who could barely control their erections as they gleefully detailed how they planned to grow too fat to walk in just a couple years, how they fantasized about becoming a total slob, gushing about how amazing it would feel to get their first heart attack.

My cock was so fucking hard, but I was only three inches. I wanted a bigger cock like the girls in these videos, but I wasn't even thinking about my fashion vlog. I asked a doctor to prescribe me stuff to increase my penis size but not detrans me, like a lot of girls who ask for this stuff. Soon, I had a seven-inch cock but I couldn't tuck it anymore, it became impossible to hide, and I was pushing 200lbs from just a couple months of my new diet. I was too embarrassed to post more content, quietly inundating my feed with weight gain content, almost getting hypnotized by it. I started to mindlessly eat and eat and eat! Sure, I wound up with an almost footlong cock, but now I'm way too fat to enjoy it. I've completely let myself go. I guess I feel like I have to finally be honest about what I've done to myself, so I'll be posting again, and updating my OF.... Hope you don't mind seeing your trans fashionista heart throb sitting naked in her own piss and shit, gorge herself on fast food for hours, cumming like a perverted gooner just from overeating.

I don't really bathe anymore, I hard wipe or clean myself. When I go out I just throw on giant sundresses and don't care if my belly, ass, and cock are hanging out. I'm just too big for clothes..... ironically. When I go out almost no restrooms can fit me, so I literally just go anywhere, pissing myself as I waddle to the nearest buffet or restaurant, or I go at my booth and apologize to the waitress, telling them I'm just too fat to make it to the bathroom anymore. They tell me it's fine, that they'll clean it later, and they serve lots of girls like me that are severely disabled by obesity. Good girls, keep it up, grow as big as you can! I'm not slowing down anytime soon, even though I'm almost 700lbs and I can barely walk. The state is gonna send me caretakers once I'm too fat to walk, hopefully they're cute, maybe they can help jerk off my fat cock, my erections get so painful sometimes it's always a relief when I eat enough to finally orgasm, usually just enough that I wind up puking. But oh well, nothing worth fighting for will be struggle-free! Here's to a very obese new year, and hopefully, fingers crossed, my first heart attack! I'm super jealous of the other girls in my community that have already gotten there's. I just need to get bigger faster! I'm way too skinny, don't you think? ❤️"

[neminomnom]

Arcane characters music taste

Includes: Vi, jinx, Caitlyn, Mel, Maddie, Felicia, Vander, Silco, Sevika, au! Powder, Ekko

This took ages because I kept on rewriting everything and I fumbled on silcos, please forgive me 🙏🙏 ‼️‼️ creds to arcanegifs for the Felicia and Caitlyn gifs ‼️‼️

Violet

-It all depends on the activity she is doing, but in general her music taste is a bit random yet makes sense at the same time

-For example, she has a set playlist for if she’s working out, then it would be mostly songs from rammenstien, fallout boys, twenty one pilots and maybe some iron maiden, her favourite song to listen to when boxing and training is Fear of the dark by Iron maiden.

-But, if she’s doing a more calming activity, you WILL hear Bruno mars, Tyler the creator and Chappell roan blasting through the house, but if someone walks in she will change it immediately to something else.

Jinx

- Any song with lots of energy and is fast paced she loves, if it’s late at night you would find jinx dancing her heart out around her hideout listening to any of the below

-Her playlist can go from evanescence, hole and rare Americans to Ayesha erotica, Lady gaga and ashniko. Jinx has every single album from all of those artists on Vinly and as CD, out of all of them, Fallen by evanescence is her favourite album.

-When she’s trying to create some new inventions or is tired and needs to stay up later, she plays Ashniko religiously to keep her brain stimulated so she can stay awake for longer. Jinx knows all the lyrics to every single song by ashniko and lady gaga.

Caitlyn

-Caitlyn is Marinas number one fan, if Marina has no fans then Caitlyn is dead.

-Of course she lives other artists, like Billie eilish and a bit of mitski here and there, but Caitlyn relates to Marinas songs the most and she loves every single one of them, her favourite song being seventeen, along with that her favourite album by marina is the family jewels (Deluxe)

- Caitlyn probably cried the first time she heard once more to see you again by mitski, and the 30th by Billie eilish, those two songs make her an emotional wreck in the first 5 seconds of listening to them, but she likes listening to the hit me hard and soft album when she’s in the shower.

Mel

-Lana del ray and beyonce until she dies, but also quite likes beabadoobee, not as much as the other two though.

-It may be one of her most popular songs, but Mel adores summertime sadness by Lana del ray, her favourite album being ultravoilence, she probably listens to Lana del ray when she’s in the bath and needs to relax, or when she’s getting ready to go out.

-Mel loves to listen to Beyoncé when she’s painting, it’s her favourite thing to play, her favourite song being Diva and her favourite album being Dangerously in love.

Maddie

-Olivia Rodrigo and Taylor swift all the way

-gets really offended if someone says they doesn’t like Taylor swift, she’s memorized all of the Taylor swift songs but prefers her older songs, out of al log them she loves look what you made me do, she doesn’t have a particular favourite album, she loves them all.

- at any minor convenience, you WILL hear vampire getting played at full blast in her room, she has so much Olivia Rodrigo merchandise nd would have a huge poster in her room of her, finds Olivia so cool.

Felicia

- she’s definitely an avid ABBA, Madonna and Adele fan

-would dance in the kitchen while cooking dinner with powder and vi when they was little while listening to any of these artists, Madonna is her favourite.

- Felicia could listen to Material girl by Madonna for hours and never get bored, she loves that song so much, but she also really likes ABBA, sos is her favourite song by them, her favourite Adele song is probably set fire to the rain.

- But she isn’t picky, will gladly dance around to any song what gets put on and has a good beat to it

Vander

-British dad music

-Queen, the Beatles, Oasis, the artic monkeys and just any old band vander would probably listen to, Oasis is his favourite one and probably would have a whole shops worth of band shirts and hoodies if he could.

-Favourite thing to do is play his favourite songs about 10 minutes before the last drop opens, his favourite song is Lyla by oasis, but he does love any queen song with every bone in his body and will start singing along as loud as he can.

Silco

-Bon jovi, Type O negative, depache mode and ghost.

-Loved ghost and Type O negative a lot more when he was younger, but silco still listens to them, not as much though. Doesn’t really sing along or dance around when listening to music, he just hums instead.

-Favourite song is precious by depache mode, but his favourite album is life is killing me by type O negative, but sometimes he just plays our love by Curtis Harding and jazmine sullivan if he wants to listen to something really familiar.

Sevika

-Metallica, nirvana and korn.

-loves listening to coming undone or seen it all when she’s trying to fix her arm, sevika had a collection of posters from all those bands when she was a teenager, same with shirts, metalllica being her favourite one out of the three.

-all said posters now live in a cardboard box somewhere in a random corner of her flat, she also had all of the Metallica vinyls, but they got lost and damaged. Sevikas favourite albums from all three is master of puppets, life is peachy and In utero

Powder

-Will probably listen to anything on the radio, she isn’t that fussed about music.

-She loves the specials, Tv girl and pink Floyd are probably her top three, the specials is her favourite thing to listen to while getting ready, Tv girl when she feels like she needs a sing and a dance then pink Floyd if she wants to stare at her ceiling and think about life for a good few hours.

-Will in fact listen to everything, will she enjoy it all? Nope, but will still listen to anything if someone else is enjoying it. Powders favourite album is death of a party girl and her favourite song is gangsters by the specials, has so many tv girl references in her room.

Ekko

- Anything with a good beat Ekko will dance along too

-particularly likes Tyler the creator, Bruno mars and Billie eilish, I don’t make up the rules. Ekko has a list of his top five songs in order being: see you again, sticky, just the way you are, apt then number 5 being lunch by billie eilish.

-he knows all of those artists songs word for word with no mistakes, has a morning playlist with all the energetic songs to make him get up, and has an evening one with more calming songs off those artists for when he’s tired and wants to go to sleep. Ekkos favourite albums are st.chroma, hit me hard and soft and 24k magic.

[maretinelli]

NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

DadDaniel Ricciardo X Mom!fem!reader

Summary: When Y/n and Daniel's first daughter is born and everyone's feelings are on edge for having such a sweet and cute little girl like Anne.

Words: 1.9K+

Warnings: Nothing. Just cute, cute, cute. And newborn baby.

Author: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes that may appear in the story. I love, love, love writing about babies.🥹 This could also be part of the universe of "OUR GIRLS" and I will be writing more about them. But you can also read them separately, no problem!

MASTERLIST

The room was silent, lit only by the soft light of the room. The air still carried the energy of what had happened a few hours ago, when Anne had finally arrived into the world after 14 hours of labor. Now, time seemed to slow down as Daniel held the little girl in his arms, completely enchanted. As he walked around the room with the baby in his arms.

Y/n was lying in bed, her muscles still sore and her body exhausted, but nothing could take away the happiness that filled her chest. She watched Daniel with Anne, seeing the sparkle in his eyes as he held his daughter as if she were the most precious thing in the universe.

He stroked the baby's rosy cheek with his thumb, his face plastered with a tender smile. Even asleep, Anne looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling in a delicate rhythm of breathing.

"You have no idea how much I love you already, little girl" Daniel whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought I knew what happiness was, but then you came along and... well, now I know I was wrong."

He blinked a few times, trying to hold back the tears, but he was unsuccessful. One slipped down his face and, before it fell on the baby, he quickly wiped it away.

"Damn, I have to be careful, don't I? Soon you'll be bathing in Daddy's tears."

Y/n let out a weak laugh, joy filling her heart even more. Daniel looked at her with a guilty but tender smile.

"Tell me, love, how is it possible to love such a small person so much?"

Y/n sighed, feeling her eyes well up too. Yes, she was exhausted. Every muscle in her body remembered the effort it had taken to bring Anne into the world. But if she had to go through it all again, she would do it without hesitation, just to have that moment, to feel the warmth of her daughter in her arms and see Daniel completely in love with the baby they had made together.

"I don't know either, but I feel exactly the same way," she murmured, her eyes fixed on Anne. "And I would do it all over again, without thinking twice, just to have her here in our arms again, my love."

Daniel smiles at his wife, stopping his pacing for a moment in the room. But then he looks back at the baby in his arms. Totally enchanted.

"She has as much hair as you do" Y/n commented with a tender smile.

"And her mouth," Daniel countered. "Which means we're going to have problems when she grows up, because that girl is going to be too beautiful."

Y/n laughed, and Daniel approached to steal a quick kiss from his wife before looking back at Anne, still impressed by the little life that was now part of them.

He never imagined he could feel something so strong. Anne had just arrived, but she had already changed everything. And he didn't want it to be any different.

And then, Daniel approaches his wife in bed and bends down to hand over his daughter, who was a little restless in his lap, probably hungry again.

"Well...our life changes" He begins, as soon as he makes sure that Y/n had taken Anne in her arms. "How did we live without you all this time?" The pilot asks his daughter, as if she had a good answer. And then the tears of happiness end up falling from Daniel's eyes. "How did me and mommy live without you all these years?"

At that moment, the words filled with emotion hit Y/n hard, and at that moment, tears came violently. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the overwhelming love she felt for that little girl. Or maybe it was the way her husband spoke, completely surrendered to his father's love.

"We were practically nothing without you, daughter" She whispers, smiling at Anne.

Daniel let out a light laugh, shaking his head. He quickly wiped his tears with the back of his hand and looked at Y/n with a goofy smile. "If someone told me I would cry this much after becoming a father, I would never have believed them."

Y/n laughed softly, still feeling the tears flow, but unable to stop herself from smiling. "I think it's going to be like this forever, Danny. Welcome to fatherhood."

The hospital room was delicately decorated, filled with pink balloons, sent by family and friends as soon as they found out that Y/n was on her way to give birth.

Some balloons had messages written in bright letters, such as 'Welcome to the world, Anne!' and 'Congratulations, Mommy and Daddy!', making it clear how much that little girl was loved even before she was born.

On the table next to the bed was a handwritten card from Y/n's parents, congratulating them and mentioning how they were forming a beautiful family. Next to it, a large pink teddy bear lay, a special gift they had sent along.

Anne was already fed and comfortable in Y/n's arms, and now her small, warm body was beginning to relax. His eyes slowly closed, surrendering to peaceful sleep.

Daniel sat in the armchair next to Y/n, watching his daughter with an enchanted smile. His chest filled with an almost surreal pride every time he looked at Anne. It was hard to believe that this little girl was theirs.

"You have no idea how many people are eager to meet you, my girl," Daniel began, leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair as he looked at the baby. "Grandpa and Grandma are already counting down the minutes. Your uncles and aunts too. Lando sent a message saying he wants to teach you how to drive before you even learn how to walk... but, well, he can just sit there and wait."

Y/n let out a low laugh and shook her head. "For God's sake, I hope he's joking," Ella said, still not taking her eyes off Anne.

Daniel smiled and leaned a little closer to his wife and daughter. "And you know, little one, there's a very special place you're going to get to see. The paddock. It's where mommy and daddy spend most of their time... and I can't wait to take you there." He paused, his eyes full of affection, before continuing. "You'll love it, I'm sure. But I'll warn you right now that when you're a baby, they'll carry you everywhere. And if you take after mommy, you'll be the smartest little person on that grid."

Y/n smiled, feeling her heart melt. She could already imagine Daniel holding Anne in the pits, protecting her from the loud noises with a special headset, and the photographers capturing that unforgettable moment.

As if she were hearing everything, Anne, even though she was asleep, opened her tiny mouth in an involuntary smile.

Daniel's eyes widened and he let out a low laugh, pointing at his daughter excitedly. "Look at that! She's already excited to be part of the racing world!" He joked, his eyes shining with happiness.

Y/n laughed, feeling a wave of love run through her body. "You don't miss one, do you, Ricciardo?" She teased, stroking the baby's soft strands of hair.

"Never." He says looking at his wife. Nothing less than a loving and grateful look. Thankful for the sweet and cute little girl they had.

The pilot approaches his wife and places a warm kiss on her forehead. Y/n closes her eyes for a second, feeling the warmth of that kiss and letting herself be enveloped by the peace of that moment.

He then lays his head on his wife's shoulder, both looking at their daughter. "I still can't believe we did this."

Y/n chuckles softly. "We did. And look how perfect she is."

"Yes she is!"

Daniel sighed, still resting his head on Y/n's shoulder, and smiled as he watched Anne sleep so peacefully. "You know what's crazy? I thought I had already lived the best moments of my life... but then you showed up. And then her."

Y/n turned her face slightly to look at him, feeling her heart warm. "You say it like I just appeared out of nowhere."

He chuckled softly, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder. "Well, you kind of came out of nowhere and messed everything up, but in the best way possible."

She rolled her eyes, laughing. "Daniel Ricciardo, always over the top."

The pilot lifted his head and looked at her with a small but affectionate smile. "Not this time. Because honestly, I don't know what I did to deserve you two."

Y/n felt her eyes well up again, but this time it wasn't just emotion, but genuine happiness. "Well, if it's any consolation, I think Anne and I are pretty happy to have you too."

Daniel smiled, leaning down to kiss the tip of his wife's nose before looking back at his daughter. "She doesn't even know how lucky she is to have you as a mommy."

Y/n gently caressed Anne's tiny back, feeling her chest explode with love. "And she has no idea that she has the best father in the world."

Daniel let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "We're going to be those parents who cry every time she has a first, aren't we?"

Y/n laughed, nodding. "Absolutely. The first time she crawls, her first word, the first day of school... and don't get me started on the day she actually drives, because then I can't guarantee you won't freak out."

Daniel's eyes widened, feigning despair. "I don't want to think about it! To me, she'll always be this tiny thing that fits in my arms."

Y/n smiled, squeezing her husband's hand lightly. "Well, we have time until then. For now, we just need to enjoy every second with her."

Daniel agreed, letting himself get lost once again in the sight of his daughter sleeping so peacefully. His heart felt like it was going to explode with love.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Never, in all his years of racing, winning and adrenaline, had he felt anything as intense as that moment. And he knew, with all the certainty in the world, that nothing would surpass the happiness of having his family by his side.

"We'll handle this, won't we?" He whispered with a light laugh, his voice low and soft.

Y/n smiled, feeling the familiarity in that gesture, as if, despite the change Anne had brought to their lives, there was still a great connection between the two.

"Of course. We always manage to get things done, don't we? We're a team."

"A good team," he agreed, looking at her with a slight smile. "But if you need a break, just let me know. We'll share everything... even if it means I stay up at night with her." Daniel made a funny face, winking at Y/n. "I'm great with babies. I've learned, I swear."

Y/n chuckled softly. "I'm starting to believe it, Ricciardo. But I'm going to hold you accountable, okay? I want to see that fatherly talent in action."

"Leave it to me. I'll find some good excuses to do the hard work," the pilot joked, giving her a light nudge.

She looked at him fondly, and for a moment, the weight of everything seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the joy of being together, forming a family. "I love you, Danny." She said it simply, but full of meaning.

"I love you, Y/n"

[paradoxsun]

BKDK Fic Rec- True North- Blinkomatic

I talk a lot about BKDK on here and how disappointed I am in the absolute last chapter, but I really, really want to share a fic with everyone. This fic, to me, is the absolute peak of bkdk. When I was heavily in my bkdk feels and dealing with their separation in the semi final scene and the agony of seeing Izuku be torn apart and stripped of his power after that briefly lived, bright beautiful dream of hero life, this fic gathered me in its arms and held me close. It gave me hug and said, "I understand. I love them too. Let's see them together one last time."

I love this fic. I love it to a point that my words fail me now. I lived its heart for weeks and came out content. It is in my heart, one of the most beautiful, complete, in character fics I have read. Everything from the pacing, the character development, the plot, the set scene- every single sentence, every single word choice, was so carefully set by the author that I weep just thinking of it.

The fic is True North by Blinkomatic [ @blinkomaticz ]. I know most of you find fics by Kudos, Bookmarks or others' Bookmarks, but I'm begging you, genuinely, please, please give this fic a chance. I love it so fucking much and the author deserves so much recognition for the way they have charted out Izuku and Katsuki's relationship over a decade in just 9 chapters. It is also in Bakugo's POV which is such a rare treat and the author has captured his voice to perfection.

It also has amazing art!!

Again, please do check it out. In my heart, this is the epilogue. This is the Midoriya Izuku I recognise and this is the Bakugou Katsuki I loved against my will.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[mycological-mariner]

Love that not even a full week my partner watched The Terror they still cried genuine tears thinking about Jopson’s death to where it affected them so bad they’ve saved like a dozen pictures on their phone and now browses Etsy looking for a plushie because, I quote, “I just need a little Jopson. To hold.”

They want to watch it again this weekend

[wellthatschaotic]

so my work is supposed to offer grooming and training for the ouppies (as well as daycare and boarding) but. we dont have a groomer or trainer yet. i was told we'd get a groomer early 2024. we have not. the main reason i want a groomer is so that we can offer nail trimming services. i love all my kids but some of them have Knife Toes