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cera-writes · 4 months

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Hello! You’re friendly neighbourhood request stalker here, just having another little moment of self inserted love.

Gambit strikes me as someone who would be an absolute nerd. I see him as a secret Star Wars fan or Trekkie. Reader is a mutant who lives in the mansion - maybe a teacher rather than an X-Man? Halloween rolls around, big mansion party and of course reader is big into costumes and cosplay.

Everyone has to dress up and no-one tells anyone about their costume until the big reveal at the party.

She does the Leia. /That/ Princess Leia. And he just spends the whole night with an uncomfortable nerd boner, torn between talking excitedly about the movies and just being his usual flirty lusty self? Maybe even a flustered fanboy? NSFW or SFW, I’ll leave that to you.

I’m gonna go sit in the corner and squee to myself.

A/N: yes yes yes!! I was listening to this song while writing this and I wanna imagine it playing it in the background of the party... 🤣 Pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x F!Reader Tags: fluff, sweet sexy fluff, making out, sexual innuendos, teasing, flirting, reader gives Remy a constant boner

"Then show me, Scoundrel."

The X-Mansion buzzed with an energy that rivalled Danger Room training. Tonight wasn't about honing mutant abilities, it was about unleashing inner demons – the good kind, fueled by fruity cocktails and booming music. Professor Xavier had thrown a rare costume party, and the place was a kaleidoscope of capes, masks, and questionable fashion choices.

You, however, were channelling a very specific kind of fantasy. Standing by the punch bowl, you were the epitome of Rebel Princess badassery. You'd raided Storm's wardrobe for a flowing white drape, leaving enough strategically placed gaps to make even the stoic Ororo blush. The pièce de résistance, though, was a leather belt Professor X had unearthed from a forgotten box of "mutant memorabilia." It did wonders for accentuating your curves. You'd even fashioned your hair into a pair of space buns, completing the look.

You were scanning the room, feeling a thrill at the envious stares from Rogue and the appreciative nods from Beast, when a familiar drawl sliced through the music.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone wandered straight outta Jabba's Palace."

Remy Lebeau, ever the charmer, stood before you, his trademark grin plastered across his face. He was a dead ringer for Indiana Jones, complete with a Traveller hat and a leather jacket that wouldn't look out of place on one of the members of his former Thief Guild.

"Just call me Princess," you countered, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Up close, his eyes sparkled with an amusement that sent a shiver down your spine. Remy was, in fact, all hot and bothered at the mere sight of you. He was fangirling so hard, flustered by the sight of you wearing that costume.

"Princess, huh? Think you can handle a scoundrel like me?" His voice was a low rumble, sending another delicious jolt through you.

You leaned in, close enough for him to feel the warmth of your breath on his ear. "Try me, Gambit."

The way his name rolled off your tongue, laced with a deliberate challenge, had a visible effect on him. A flicker of heat replaced the amusement in his eyes.

"Careful, cher," he murmured, his voice husky. "You might jus' get more than you bargained for."

The music shifted to a slow, seductive melody. Remy held out a hand, the invitation clear. A mischievous grin spread across your face as you bit your bottom lip. "Take the lead, scoundrel."

He took your hand, the touch sending a spark igniting between you. As you glided onto the makeshift dance floor, you couldn't help but brush your hand against his chest, the worn leather cool against your skin. He inhaled sharply, the movement pulling the fabric of his jacket taut across his impressive physique.

You danced with him, slow and close, the playful banter escalating with each stolen glance, each lingering touch. He twirled you, the white drape billowing around you like a cloud, and for a moment, you could almost believe you were dancing with Han Solo under a Tatooine sunset.

When the song ended, Remy leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek. "Let's get outta here, Princess. I know a place with a much better view of the stars."

A shiver snaked down your spine at his suggestion, a delicious mix of excitement and apprehension. The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the heat building between you. Remy's hand slipped around your waist, his touch sending a jolt through you that had nothing to do with his mutant power.

He led you away from the mansion, the party lights fading behind you like dying stars. The silence was thick with unspoken desire, broken only by the soft crunch of gravel beneath your feet. He stopped suddenly, pulling you against a large oak tree, the moonlight filtering through the leaves casting an ethereal glow on his face.

His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now smoldering with a different kind of intensity. A single gloved finger grazed your cheek, sending shivers down your exposed skin. "You know, cher," he murmured, his voice a low caress, "this princess needs a little less…" he trailed off, his hand gliding down your arm, lingering on the exposed sliver of skin above your elbow. His eyes followed the traces of his fingers dancing along your skin, causing goosebumps to form as you bit back a whimper.

Your breath hitched as he slowly unfastened the clasp on the leather belt Professor X had unearthed. It felt symbolic, a shedding of inhibitions, a slow reveal that mirrored the growing tension between you. The white fabric parted further, revealing a hint of smooth skin and the enticing curve of your hip.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. "And a scoundrel," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, "needs a little more…" his breath tickled your earlobe as he trailed a finger down the exposed skin of your back, sending a jolt straight to your core. He had you practically squirming.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then show me, scoundrel," you breathed, your voice laced with lust and a newfound confidence. The playful banter had morphed into something far more primal, a delicious urgency hanging in the air.

Remy chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated through you. He captured your lips in a kiss, a slow burn that quickly escalated into a heated exploration. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he explored the exposed skin of your arms and back. You responded in kind, your fingers tracing the contours of his chest, relishing the feeling of his worn leather jacket beneath your fingertips. He hitched one of your legs up, pinning you against the tree and him.

The kiss became a desperate battle for dominance, a delicious push and pull that left you breathless. He finally pulled away, his eyes half lidded, a red glow in the moonlight.

The crimson glow in his eyes sent a tremor straight down to your core, a primal counterpoint to the heat that had already taken root in your belly. His touch, a slow, deliberate graze against your exposed skin, was pure, unadulterated fire. The playful princess facade had melted away, replaced by a woman yearning for something raw, something untamed.

"Patience, cher," he murmured against your lips, his voice a husky rasp as he thumbed your bottom lip. The restraint in his tone was a delicious torture, a dam holding back a flood of desire. He trailed a finger down the exposed skin of your neck, sending goosebumps erupting in their wake.

"This night isn't over yet. We can take it slow under the disco ball, or..." He paused, his eyes flickering with a devilish glint, "we can rewrite this lil' fairytale of ours under the moonlight, with a little less fabric and a lot more…" He didn't need to finish the sentence.

The suggestive leer in his eyes spoke volumes.

A/N: Lemme know if ya'll want a part two to this! I really enjoyed writing this one! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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A Gentlemen's Bond [Female.Reader x Loki/Bucky/Steve]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Set a time after A Gentlemen's Agreement, you and Loki decide to open up your bedroom. And who better to join you? Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Foursome. Smut. FMMM. Includes buttsmut. Cumplay. Consent is sexy. Dirty talk. (w/c 3.7k)

“Make no mistake gentlemen, she is mine,” Loki uttered. The words tripped menacingly from his tongue. He placed a languishing kiss on the curve of your neck to make his point, a soft whimper from your lips making him smirk against the crescent. The men in front of you groaned in unison.

You knelt in front of him on the bed. His bed. The only place your fantasies shall be fulfilled. He had been emphatic about that. “You are but guests here,” he murmured in the loaded, sensual voice usually reserved for when you were alone. The god knelt behind you, upright on his knees. The rippled carving of his firm stomach pressed against your shoulder-blades as he massaged your breasts. Calloused thumb-tips tugged achingly slowly at hard nipples. You whimpered as his hands slid down your waist, steadying one against your hip while the other made lazy circles on your clit. “Rentals, if you will,” he sniffed. At the barb, Rogers and Barnes stiffened. Their tops had been stripped, but the buckles of their belts remained politely fastened. Bucky shuffled, popping his hip with his thumbs tucked inside the waist of his jeans. You saw the flash of deeply muscled lines grooves come into view. Saliva welled in your mouth. Loki chuckled. “I meant no offence,” he purred, dipping his chin to nuzzle your collarbone. “But gentlemen, if our latest bond and its stipulations are to be upheld, then we must be crystal clear on who makes the rules.” Your eyes rose from the bulge of Loki’s flexing forearm as he stroked possessively between your legs, only his thumb visible grazing your mound. They slid from Bucky to Steve, the unmistakeable hunger in their stares making you dizzy. Heavy breaths made their chests rise and fall, broad shoulders shifting as each tried to make themselves bigger. More enticing. Like beasts, you thought with a smile. Ready to mate. “Me,” you said suddenly, biting your lip. Loki growled under his breath in approval. “I make the rules,” you finished.

“Yes, my darling” Loki said, letting his dark gaze wander upwards on the two super-soldiers straining against their trousers, waiting to be unleashed. “You do.” His fingertips cupped against your clit, pushing up. You hissed with pleasure as Steve groaned a long, shaking sigh. “Run through the rules again, I jus’ wanna...jus’ wanna be sure,” he grunted, fingers now drawn irrevocably to the polished sheen of his buckle.

“It is quite simple,” Loki breathed, the warmth of his skin fading as he drew up behind you. His knees sank into the mattress on either side of your hips. Your lover’s fingers massaged your neck, your eyelids fluttering closed on the sight of the soldiers looking sheepish as they fumbled with their heavy buckles. Loki’s voice was hard. Commanding. Fucking hot.

“She and I are bound. She is mine, as I am hers. She is under my protection. This is an invitation. An interlude, do not think it more,” he announced regally, squeezing your shoulders. He might be naked, but from the unwavering strength of his words he may as well have been in full Asgardian battle armour. The men in front of you nodded reverently. You could see the pulse points in their necks thumping. Beneath the tight material of their cotton slacks and dark jeans, snaking muscle stretched thick and tight against their hips. So hard. They were so fucking hard. Loki continued, as their stares smouldered. “If she tells you to stop, and you do not immediately desist?” he said, warning licking at the timbre of his voice like flame. “Before you can finish the next thrust, lick, or wander of an unwelcome hand, you will feel the edge of my dagger slice across your throat. Understood?”

You watched the men cast a glance towards one another, before they gave a nod of solidarity. “Still fair,” Bucky husked, stepping out of his jeans and kicking them to the corner in a crumpled heap. Steve was already folding his, turning to place them neatly on the wing-back chair by the door. “Whatever the lady wants, and nothing more, as agreed in the bond,” the blonde placated as he faced you and Loki with a lowering of his chin. You could feel the god bristle with power behind you. “We just really wanna fuck you babe,” Bucky growled with a smile, his chin tucked to his chest. “Respectfully,” Steve added, throwing his friend a scowl as the winter soldier’s jaw bobbed playfully side to side in mock scepticism. You smirked, feeling Loki lower to your ear. “You’re sure?” he murmured. The long tendrils of his hair wound through your fingers as you tilted your chin to face him. “Yes. But it’s always you. You know that, right?” The words filled the tiny space between your lips before Loki pressed his mouth to yours. His furiously hard cock was swollen snug against your spine. “Always,” he moaned quietly into your mouth. In slow tandem, you swung your gazes to meet the two sets of blue eyes already drunk with lust at the foot of the bed. “May we?” Steve said softly, gesturing to the empty side of mattress on your left with an arch of an eyebrow. You nodded, feeling the tingle of Loki’s breath on your cheek as his hands slid down your biceps. “Positions, gentlemen” he purred formally, “as discussed.” You had left the arrangements of the details of this debauched affair to your lover, a role that he was more than happy to fill. Once again, the idea of the three of them sharing conspiratorial conversations in the locker rooms filled your mind. It was foreplay. You squirmed on the bed, thighs splayed open as the gusset of your panties dragged wet. Or did they book a meeting room, you thought with a thrill.

The mattress sagged on either side, Steve and Bucky descending. Their stares crawled covetously over your curves as Loki loomed above like an archangel; sculpted from marble by Michelangelo himself. The brunette soldier leant forward, his metal palm spread against the sheets as his parted lips met yours. You sighed into his touch, running your fingers over his temple and combing back the long strands while his tongue danced in your mouth. He didn't taste like whisky this time, you noticed. The digits ran down his neck, feeling every tense of the ferocious muscle hiding beneath his skin. Loki’s cupped fingers massaged your clit, waves of pleasure building while his low, ragged breaths ghosted your ear.

Your fingers grazed down Bucky’s back, feeling raised trails and valleys of scar tissue. Bucky shivered, breaking from your lips. A strand of saliva hung between you before you turned, immediately meeting the mouth of the blonde soldier waiting impatiently to your right. The taste of his teammate was still strong on your tongue as you kissed him in a rising waft of ginger from his skin, melting together with your back still pressed to Loki’s chest.

Suddenly Loki pulled you back, letting Barnes slip your calves from beneath you. The brunette pushed your knees apart, thighs falling open. “Fuck, girl” he rasped, running a hand through messy, curtained hair with a sigh, “that’s fuckin’ pretty.” Your head lay against Loki’s lap, his violently hard cock pressed against your ear. You could feel the blood thumping through his veins, every pump throbbing against the angle of your jaw. The god lowered a lingering kiss to your lips, his tongue melting inside your mouth while Bucky’s began to run flat licks against your little cunt. Your pretty cunt. The moans from his throat were different from those you were accustomed to from Loki. Half-formed words lingered on heavy breaths that retained the thick accent slopping against his worship. You moaned like a whore as another set of lips fastened to a nipple, soft fingers toying and pinching the other. Your eyelids fluttered open, the sight of a muss of blonde hair latched to your chest while a chestnut crown rose between your splayed legs. It felt strange. Naughty. And it felt fucking good. Bucky’s thumbs dug into your hips, a shock of metal making you buck into him as cool steel became warmth. Loki’s voice bubbled in the air like liquid silver, the sound making it all feel like a lucid dream. “That’s my girl. Let them service you, pleasure you,” it said slowly. Your fingers wound in the short strands of Steve’s hair, the other grasping a tuft of Bucky’s, urging him deeper. They moaned in unison against your heated skin. The sound was transcendent. “Let them worship you, as I do,” Loki hummed as he watched in rapture, cock twitching against your cheek. “Just for tonight.” The cacophony of sighs dashed against your body like waves on rocks, wearing away any insecurities you ever had with each muted groan of pleasure. The coil winding inside you began to tremble and tighten. Your eyes refocused to Loki’s jaw set above your widening stare. His lips were parted, his whole body smouldering with arousal. Eyes fixed on you, writhing beneath him under the soldiers’ charms. “L-Loki, I’m gonna co-” you panted, seeking his approval in a moment of doubt. His knuckles trailed over the lines of your jaw, over the tight skin as the veins in your neck strained. Your head pressed heavy against his thighs, his fingers steadying beneath your chin as he held you in place. And still, his darkened eyes were fixed on you. “Come for them, sweet. Let them hear how beautiful you sound as you tumble over the edge,” he cooed in sultry tones, loud enough for the men to hear. Bucky suckled your clit with a wet growl, alternating wide licks that started deep in your core to the tip. The captain’s fingers tightened around your nipple, his tongue a soothing balm against the pulling sucks on the other. And with a shudder, you came. Your thighs tightened against Barnes’ head, a hand clawing down Steve’s muscled back as you shook the room with your cries of each of their names. A gush of arousal flooded the winter soldier’s outstretched tongue.

“Lie down, our good girl.” The command made chills run over your skin like the breeze from a fan. You felt Loki shift behind you, his huge frame filling your blurred vision as Steve and Bucky parted like the sea. He was so fucking beautiful, and he was all yours. Completely un-phased. The winter soldier pulled your ankles, sliding your ass to rest on the bed’s edge. Loki gracefully slotted himself crouched between your wet thighs, as you mewled his name. He chuckled, dragging his achingly turgid cock tight in his fist against your slit. “Are you happy?” he murmured solemnly. You nodded with a sex-drunk smile. “Then, gentleman,” Loki purred, casting a knowing glance to each side in turn, “positions.” The head of the god’s cock pressed inside your channel, dipping in and out as you arched up into him. Begging for more. Loki tutted playfully. He was crouching between your spread legs, hovering. “Patience, darling. We must wait for our guest.” On cue, you felt something cool and thick slather between your cheeks. Your hips bucked upwards, caught by Loki’s waiting palms. Relax, his eyes said. And so you did. A solitary ragged moan of anticipation dragged the air behind Loki’s triangular chest. Bucky. You looked up, Steve’s hardened features coming into view. The angles of his cheekbones had sharpened, pupils blown wide. He lowered, kissing you upside down as Barnes fingers played with your ass. Suddenly you felt something wide and hot nudge against your back entrance, testing you. Teasing you. “Yes,” you groaned in between Steve’s ravenous kisses, “fuck-k, yes Buck.” With a guttural moan, he edged inside; stilling as your fingers wrapped around Loki’s forearms. “More,” you gasped, pulling. Bucky obliged. Inch by inch, he filled you until his hips hit the curve of your cheeks with a gentle slap.

For a few moments, there was silence.

Each of the men held their breath, three sets of smouldering eyes drinking in the sight of the woman strewn in ecstasy beneath them. Their woman. If just for one night. “Loki, please,” you whined, thrusting up to catch his cock. All you wanted was to be filled and fucked and filled and fucked again. Loki chuckled, watching as your eyes lowered between your legs at the sight of him sinking slowly inside. The vein that had pulsed against your cheek was hard and thick along his shaft as it disappeared. Inch by goddam inch. The noise that strangled from your throat was inhuman. How appropriate, you mused; before your whole body was set alight with pleasure. Loki rocked in and out your slit, the gentle motion of his ass clenching and unclenching making your eyes roll back. How, you wondered in amazement, as Steve’s tongue massaged your own, his unfettered moans filling your throat; how is this actually happening?

The captain had taken over control of your breasts, his dexterous fingers flipping and pinching your nipples. Each wave was timed, the slow gyration of Loki and Barnes making your legs tremble. Loki slipped his forearms under your knees, hoisting you higher, his cock delving deeper. Bucky gasped gruffly, his girth sinking deeper in your ass. “H-holy shit, man” he stuttered, metal fingers steadying on Loki’s shoulder, “Shit, b-baby...you feel so fuckin’ good I swear to god.” That accent was syrup, dripping from his parted lips as he fucked you slowly. Carefully. As if you might break. And hell, maybe you would. Another climax blossomed like fire on a struck match, taking you surprise as you clenched around the furious lust filling you.

You couldn’t recall whose name you cried. Tonight, it didn’t matter. The men groaned like farmyard beasts, Bucky’s hips beginning to shudder and jolt against soft curves of flesh. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, the slap of his balls against your skin growing louder. Loki slowed the gyration of his hips, the tip of his manhood massaging your g-spot as Barnes roared behind him.

The soldier’s other hand flew to Loki’s shoulder, both squeezing in painful passion. The dark god's head fell back with a hiss as he filled you to the hilt, hair strewn in messy tendrils across his damp forehead while Bucky came behind him with a shuddering litter of curses. Every buck of your hips made sure he sank deeper, rolling with each dying syllable. Loki tilted forward as the brunette’s heavy breaths filled the air. His forehead pressed between your ringmaster's shoulder-blades, hands sliding reluctantly from the thick ropes of muscle on which they rested. “Fuck,” was all James Barnes could muster, as his cock slid gently from your ass. Loki didn’t slow his gyration as there was a changing of the guard behind your head.

Your prince's moans slipped through gritted teeth, half lidded eyes observing every searching twitch of your hands. Every crease in your forehead. Every gasp of his name.

A light sting clapped your ass, immediately massaging deep in the cheeks. You cried out, back leaving the mattress. “Careful!” Loki spat, throwing a dangerous glance over his shoulder. Out the corner of your eye, you lovingly noted the flash of emerald seidr melt from his palm. “Sorry,” Steve murmured, rubbing the surely pinked skin in apology. You squirmed with pleasure, feeling the raw stubble from Bucky’s jaw scratch over your cheek as Loki moved in shallow, pulsing thrusts. The winter soldier pressed your breasts together, beginning to palm them in circles as Steve’s cock nudged against your back entrance, still slippery with cum. A finger ran around the pucker, collecting the neglected white ropes before sucking it clean. The sound he made was filth as he edged inside, a slurping squelch of seed squeezing around his girth making his knees buckle. His fingertips sank into your flesh, pulling you onto him again and again. Carefully. Slowly. “Steve...J-James...Loki,” you mewled, making the men chuckle in unison. You could feel orgasm bubbling in your centre, wound tight and bursting with adrenaline and cum and cock. Bucky lowered his mouth to yours, sweat from his cheeks moistening your own. “You sound real fuckin’ cute when you say our names babe,” Bucky growled, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Y-yeah. Hell-yeah,” Steve gasped through staggered breaths; every pump of his hips into your ass making his eyes roll back. His face was flushed with desire, tongue darting against his bottom lip as he desperately fought to contain what you were sure were the worst curses he would ever utter. Every muscle in your body tightened as you came, the feral roars from Loki and Steve sheathed inside you making you shudder as Bucky held your shoulders fast to the bed. Stars blossomed beneath your eyelids, the erotic music of their adoration making your head spin. Steve came first, pulling your ass flush to his hips as he tumbled into ecstasy with a strangled cry of your name. He was shaking, sweaty palms not knowing where to steady himself before he slumped against Loki’s back. On cue, Loki raised your calves higher, his gentle thrusts turning with a glint in his eye. They narrowed, smouldering down at you with utter devotion as another clench of his ass sent him to the hilt. “My perfect little fox,” he grunted, voice thick with desire, dripping like wax. “End me.” Your fingers gripped the bedsheets as you felt Steve slip from your ass, hearing him stumble against the wall. Clenching around Loki’s cock, you bucked up into him with all the force you could muster. Wrung dry, spent, utterly fucked out – there was always more. For him, there was always more. Loki’s hands gripped your wrists, pushing your hands upwards against Bucky’s chest as his face buried in the sweaty crescent of your neck. He came hard, a violent juddering of his hips accompanying silence before his wet, thunderous exhale of pleasure. His breaths were heavy as he sat up, running a hand through his hair with a grin. As perfect as he ever was, but with a pink tinge in his cheeks. He stood, walking over the bed with a smile as he watched you writhe. Empty and missing them.

“Wait man, didn’t you blow?” Bucky said sceptically. He motioned to the thick cock still proudly bobbing between Loki’s thighs with no sign of abatement. The god chucked, throwing you a knowing smirk. You cleared your throat, still panting. “He’s different-” you mumbled, running your eyes hungrily down your full-time lover’s achingly hot body and back to his face. “Which is a good thing too, since this one is never sated,” Loki purred, as the men switched positions again. “Well goddam,” Bucky muttered, impressed. Your hand grasped out to thin air, searching for someone, anyone, to fill it. On cue, Bucky spread his thighs beside you, your fingers wrapping gratefully around his semi. Steve’s face scrunched, any jealousy washed away with a proceeding squeeze of his fist around his spent manhood. The final milk dripped against your ass. "Ya done big guy?" Bucky teased, a smile tugging his dimples as the captain's resolve settled back on his face. "Nossir," Steve growled, licking his lips as determined eyes roamed up your legs. In a flash, he began working wet kisses up your calves, your thighs, grunts filling the air once again. Bucky's manhood was growing tentatively in your loose fist, wanking him slowly as Loki's thighs settled on either side of your head.

“Jeez man, she tastes so good,” Steve moaned muffled against your slit. Bucky groaned in appreciation while your hand slipped up and down his length. The pace was erratic, squeezing hard and jolting with every circle of Rogers eager tongue around your clit.

“I think that might be me, your tasting,” Loki hummed, knuckles white as he stroked himself slowly above your head. You could see every straining vein on his shaft from below, the wet head tapping tantalisingly on your cheek, on your lips with every squeeze of his hand. Conducting the men like a choir. Just out of reach. “Both of you?" Steve slurred happily to himself, lost in the elixir of arousal between your legs. Fingers worked through Steve’s hair, looping back to clutch more as every messy kiss against your pussy sent you higher. Your back arched, tongue stretching upwards. You managed to lap the smooth, hot tip of Loki’s cock while he watched Rogers busy himself between your open thighs. His hand never ceased pleasuring himself, smouldering with primal need as mischievous glint you hadn’t seen before sparked in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Loki groaned, letting your lips wrap loosely around the leaking head. You sucked against his foreskin, pulling it gently between your lips. “Say his name, darling” Loki teased, voice like sea foam melting into sand, “tell the captain how good he’s making you feel. He’ll like that.” You moaned Steve’s name, filthy praise like a chant as your hips rocked against his mouth. The blonde’s fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your thighs, enthusiastic pants and the crease in his brow betraying his basest desires. Praise kink, you thought smugly; before stars burst again beneath your closed eyelids. Feeling the brush of Loki’s cock against your cheek beneath the flurry of his fist, you came with a rush of garbled curses. Sweetness flooded against the captain’s tongue as he trailed languishing licks, orgasm fading like breath on a mirror. Loki’s stomach muscles clenched, a roar filling the room as he came over your face. Hot splatter coated your lips, rolling in slow, thick trails of ambrosia over your chin, your jaw, down the curve of your neck. Bucky whined. The mattress dipped as Steve’s palms edged forwards, his body rising like goliath between your shaking legs. His mouth glistened with sex and sweat, eyes fierce and dark as hell. That stare traced every decadent rivulet of Loki’s mess before his gaze rose to its owner. “Do it,” Loki commanded slowly, smiling as he continued to stroke himself. A final drop squeezed out, landing with a filthy splat on your chin. Steve shivered, lowering his sweat damp face your shoulder. He licked upwards, growing braver as he followed the trail of Loki’s cum with dirty groans that shook through your chest. Eventually, Steve’s mouth covered yours, alternating between claiming your kiss and licking the remnants of god-seed from your cupids bow. His tongue tasted like Loki. The sensation made you clench around air. “Good boy,” Loki hummed, running his fingers through Steve’s hair as he buried himself in your neck. There was a pause, the scent of animalism thick in the air. “But now, gentlemen, it is time for you to depart.” Steve looked up with wide eyes. You heard Bucky grunt in annoyance. “You know the rules, gentlemen,” Loki continued. You could hear the smirk in his voice. “I think the lady has taken what she needs, don’t you?” The words registered in a haze. You nodded, smiling happily as your head lay nestled between the god’s comforting thighs. “Thanks boys,” you mumbled, slurred while you waved a hand that fell immediately back to the bed. The mattress shifted as bodies rose. You heard the low clunk of metal and shifting of fabric dragging against body hair as deft, familiar fingertips danced up your thigh. A tender kiss was placed on the centre of your mound as the door clicked shut. Alone again. “Happy Anniversary,” Loki breathed, seductive and hot against the tremble. Your let out a spent sigh, lost in the gentle motion of his soft kisses and pretty words. Outside, you could hear the slap of palms on shoulders as the soldiers left in measured silence. “It’s always you, Loki,” you purred again, blissfully winding fingers through his damp curls as he kissed closer to your centre. With a tingle of his magic, you felt yourself cleansed, the sex and sweat of the others dissipated. You craned down with difficulty, seeing feigned confusion etched across his forehead. “Well, yes” he purred, widening your legs with a sultry wink. “Which is why we’ve saved the best for last.”

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yandere-wishes · 7 months

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Who are your fav authors on here, why and what are your fav fics from them?

Anon, I don't think you're aware of the beast you've just unleashed!

So strap in cause this is going to be long.

Right off the bat, we have, @thefudge. I'm trying so hard not to sound like a deranged fangirl right now. But trust me when I say that I am OBSESSED with every single thing they write! I have read their fics SO SO many times and It's impossible to pick a single favorite one. So here are my top 5

Waiting for the barbarians

Within you is everything I am

I won't be these clothes I burn

His little dead wife

god complex

Honestly, guys go check out their work they have so many stories spanning countless fandoms. They're literally the ones that got me into Star Wars in the first place! @thefudge I SWEAR I'm not a crazy fangirl, I just really love your writing and works!!

@yandere-romanticaa goes without saying, I've been a HUGE fan of Ana's since literally forever. She was actually one of the Yandere blogs that inspired me to start writing on Tumblr. Again I can't pick just one of her works I love so here's a top 5 list

Wanna Be yours

Yandere! William Moriarty

Yandere! Miguel O'hara

Yandere! Nikolai #1 and #2

Yandere! Dazai comparisons

She writes for so many fandoms and updates very frequently. She's also such an amazing and fun person so hearing her stories is always a treat!! Love you lots bestie!!

@fragileheartbeats is another amazing author I love her frigid aesthetic and how it adds a layer of etherealness to all her stories. Her scenarios are magical and written in such a way they evoke such sweet feelings. Honestly reading her stories makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket with hot chocolate watching as the snow silently falls outside.

Cute little things that melt their hearts (jjk)

White Swan (jjk)

How it feels to be loved by them (jjk)

First kiss (jjk)

When they become dads (jjk)

These five are my TOP FAV works from her they're honestly so well-written and utterly adorable!! Guys I'm not kidding go follow her, she is literally my wify!!

@irresistible-revolution

I'm new to their work. BUT "A Coffin Made of Glass" is so beautifully written. It's dead dove yet so utterly bewitching. It takes place in the space between famous Star Wars scenes and gives a more in-depth view of the character's actions and sentiments.

@spacexseven, omg where do I even begin? Okay, so they just have such a natural way with words. Their stories flow SO smoothly it's honestly astonishing! They've written two Childe fics, "Broken Vows" and "Mandatory Obligations" that I'm wholly obsessed with. The dialogue they write also feels so natural and forthcoming, it's absolutely enticing!!

@rrairey another author whose work I've recently gotten into!! If you're a Sukuna fan then her blog is the place to go.

Love

Sukuna vs Plushie (a literal BANGER!!)

Gojo vs Plushie

Trust

Bracelet

Seriously, go check out her work!! The way she writes dialogue between the characters and the reader is so utterly perfect. It makes you feel as if you are right there saying those exact words. The scenarios (although) fictional feel so real thanks to her wonderful writing style.

@dear-yandere needs no introduction, she's a staple in the yandere community. Her stories always blend love and creepiness to a perfect extent. Can I take a moment to just appreciate how poetic and GORGEOUS all her stories are?? Like seriously!! "Almost god" is my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME!! And don't even get me started on "Cry for Me"!!

This turned out long I don't think anyone was expecting an essay. To be honest I consume more fanfics than published books nowadays so I guess it's a given to have such a long list.

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So, Ramattra huh? :3c

Ok so um. He’s completely taken over my mind for the past month 😭 I’m in love with this man

Usually I’m a sucker for the villains who are evil mostly for the sake of being evil or aggressive monster types but he’s like… morally gray complex? My (personal opinion) least favorite thing about supposedly morally grey characters is when they’re basically just evil except they go “oh but my backstory,” >:/ But here you can see why, there’s a lot of injustices towards omnics in the overwatch universe and you can see why he’s fighting so hard to make a change, even through any means necessary.

I’ve only started playing recently and every time I play as him I just find every little thing he does attractive orz the way he moves is so determined and confident, the way his hand strains when he’s shooting his primary fire/raising his shield… his scarf makes him look so majestic when he runs… his hair, gives him this effect that makes him look elegant? I want to tie his hair back for him huhuguhghuh

And oh my god don’t get me started on his nemesis form I’m dead 💀 He turns into this huge beast of a robot with big arms?? And his voice gets an extra.. filter to it that makes him sound scarier and growlier? I used to not like how his original arms were still visible, but now it’s yet another thing why I love him uhghehgfg he looks so confident with his arms crossed while he’s pummeling his enemies into submission and his cable hair flowing in the wind liks swoosh… and things get ramped up when he’s doing his annihilation ultimate, he can just run into the enemy team and suck their life force(?) Also this is a meta reason but I think it’s hot when he ults and the team scatters away from him 😳

and ough HIS VOICE AUGH HIS VOICE!! He always sounds so controlled and collected, and when he’s in nemesis form it’s like his restrained rage gets unleashed, phew… ngl I’ve been rewatching “Ramattra Voice Line” videos so much jkdshfnejf I love all versions of his ult line, whether its “SUFFER, AS I HAVE!” or “Rip them to pieces,”, or even the april fools line bc I just think he’s silly and dramatic in that one 🥺

I also watch a lot of his interactions, because despite his (understandable) hatred for humans, he’s respectful and polite to a lot of the other overwatch heroes. I imagine it’d be easy to write him as someone who dislikes all humans, but he shows appreciation to humans he thinks are kind and helpful to omnics, even if they might not like him. Even to humans he isn’t a fan of his conversations are still polite and reserved, or at the very least, he’s passive aggressive- but he never gets into a “grr I hate all of you” thing that Reaper has (lol)

His conversation with Venture especially makes me soft… he sounds encouraging to a human who wants to go to the Shambali monastery.

And of course his interactions with Bastion and Zenyatta are soft and gentle because omnics and knowing Zenyatta from the monastery.

I just- what if I’m his favorite person? What if I’m his exception to his hatred for humans? What if he was contrasted by a soft human? What if he says “Only you,” to his human? What if the hands he used for violence were also used to gently hold a delicate human he loves? uhuguhguhuhgufdgdfhgjdfhgd

I’m being self indulgent here and I say I wanna kiss Null Sector’s leader !!!! I want him to press his forehead to mine!! I want him to dink his mouth on my cheek and I do the same on his cool faceplate! I want him to cradle me with his nemesis hands! I want to hold his face when his faceplate gets cracked and his handsome, intense eye is visible and looking at me like I’m his treasure! ARGHRGHRG

#i have so many scenarios in my head #some ive already rwritten #but like. i dont feel like theyre post-able jfknfd #bc its snippets from whole stories in my head #or just very rambly #and they dont have an intro or anything #i am just very Down Bad for this man #ask #overwatch #ramattra #me: chooses to play as ram #ramattra: we will have peace at any cost.#me: 😳

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Wildcats (Part XXIV)

XXIV. O Children

MASTERLIST

Summary: As your relationship with Daryl clicks into place, you have to make sure that your other relationships do too.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, heavy kissing, touch starved reader & Daryl, nudity, body worship, NAKED PEOPLE AHHH, smut, a bit of awkwardness, talk about contraceptives (afterday pill), a bit of a breeding kink, unprotected sex (which I don’t encourage), might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: I’m giving Carl a bit of Sasha’s plotline from season 5. Also, now that Daryl got to "that point" with reader, THERE'S NO STOPPING HIM! jajajaja I unleashed the beast.

Having Daryl’s hot body right stuck to you is the first thing you felt when you came to your senses again, him caressing your naked leg was the second

“Mornin’”, he greeted huskily, “We have time to make up for”, he purred, kissing your temple, you only smiled, accommodating yourself more on top of him

“Mmmm what have I unleashed upon the world?”, you teased him

“C’mon”, he grunted with a smirk, grabbing one of your legs and passing it over him, making you straddle him, yet your torso was stuck to him.

His fingers slipped to your pussy, who was already wet for him, you breathed heavily, biting your lips to stifle a moan

“I wanna hear ya”, he said lovingly, teasing you open for him. You moaned into his ear, hiding your face from him. He chuckled darkly, and you raised your head only when you felt his cock in your entrance, your mouth open in a silent moan, and then a quiet pan when he finally bottomed out inside of you.

“Fuck Daryl”, you whimpered, “you feel so fucking good”, you said as you layed your head on his chest, you granned onto him for dear life, as he started pounding into you from under you. it was slow and sensual, allowing you to feel all of him, the thick vein along his shaft and every shape.

The sun was barely shining on the horizon, and you two have had your feelings. He stayed inside of you, and you on top of him, until you heard footsteps and activity on the main floor of the house. You had to start your day, and the only thing you wanted to do.

With apathetic wince you disconnected from him, hissing as you were a bit overstimulated as you stood up

“Need to go to the infirmary”, you said with a knowing look, feeling his cum dripping a bit in between your legs.

“Need me to go with ya?”, he asked, you shook your head

“It’s fine”, you whispered, “but what I do need, is for you to wrap it up from now on”, you warned he only smiled.

“Course”, he muttered, you leaned in for a kiss, and he stood up too. He wrapped his arms around you. And he whispered in your ear a request a bit filthy and so hot it made you almost faint.

You were having breakfast with Rick, Michonne, Carl and Judith. Daryl was sort of an early bird, which you were conflicted about, because you weren’t, and had already left to fix his bike to go on another run.

“What can I help around today?”, you asked Rick, wanted to keep your hands busy

“Someone’s energetic”, he said, cradling into Judith, “you could help set up the garden you promised”

“Not a garden… a greenhouse”, you explained.

“Well… that”, he said with a smile, “or you could help Carol in the kitchen, see if she needs help”, you’d rather shot yourself in the knee with a shotgun

“Greenhouse it is!”, you said with an apologetic smile, and went away to do just that. You didn’t realize Carol was within earshot, even though you didn’t say the shotgun thing out loud.

You found Beth and Maggie right there, they were making progress but had trouble with the wooden frame for the big “lid”, the nice man, Tobin, came down to help with that, while they prepared the soil. They chose a place where they laid the foundation for a house that never came to be, so there was a cement frame, with grass and nice soil in the middle, the plan is to set up “lids” above it, supporting themselves on the cement, so it's nice and warm in the soil, and you coil grow things all year long, the tarp allowing it to keep the heat.

“I’m here!”, you said with a soft smile, “reporting for duty!”, they both smiled at you

“Nice, we are starting with the tomatoes”, Maggie said, as she had already turned the dirt around so it was nice and mushy, ready to plant.

“Yeah you know, don’t get your hopes up, I killed a cactus once”, you said, and Maggie giggled

“How did you manage that?”, she asked

“Death by drowning”, you said, her and Beth giggled. “Beth I thought you were gonna work in the infirmary”, you said, “Denise seems nice, nicer than Pete, that’s for sure”

“She is training herself before she can train someone else”, she said apologetically, you nodded

“Makes sense”, you mumbled, you grabbed a shovel

“Hey, your shoulder”, chided Maggie, offering you a small package of seeds, you begrudgingly took it, so you in half an hour were knees deep in dirt, planting. Oh gods you missed her so, so much.

Yeah this was not your favorite duty at all, you remembered with a soft smile how your mom was an excellent gardener, and farmer too, she could grow anything, from flowers to berries.

“Hey”, called Maggie softly, squeezing your shoulder, “where’d you go?”, you asked kindly

“I was just thinking about my mom”, you whispered, “and how hard she tried to teach these things, didn’t work”. You laughed humorlessly

“You miss her?”, she asked

“Every day”, you whispered, “I think the worst part is that I will never know… what happened”, you said finally. “I’ll never be able to grieve properly”, she looked at you sadly, caressing your shoulder, you wiped your tears before they descended your cheeks and smiled, “cultivating isn’t like cooking right? we are not going to have a “Like water for chocolate” situation?”, you laughed. She laughed back

“Nope, I actually think farming is therapeutic, it's what this is for”, she said.

You got a new sense of purpose from that little talk, you smiled, you were farming, you were building something, you were here, you planned on being here for a long time…

“I’m pregnant”, Maggie said with a wide smile, you gasped, raising your head to look at her, at first not really believing her, but then she smiled so widely you had nothing to do but to hug her tightly

“I’m so happy for you both!”, you said, happy tears already jumping to your eyes

“It’s very new, only Glenn and Beth know”, she says with a dreamy smile and eyes

“You should have told me a bit sooner! I could have grabbed some things”, you explained, she only smiled and nodded

“You brought back prenatal vitamins, that’s enough for now”, she said and you chuckled in relief. “I thought you could use some… hope”, she said

“We all could”, you said with a wide smile, you couldn’t help but hug her again.

Oh! a baby! another baby, the future!

You still had that silly smile on your face when you were called for lunch. Daryl was nowhere to be spotted, but Carol was serving the gardening tem, a chicken that looked delicious. You saw her grab a plate with each hand, and then trade them to make sure you got one in particular, you found it odd because she had to pass one arm over the other to make sure.

“Thanks Carol”, you said with a soft smile, “need some help?”

“No, it’s fine”, she said with a smile that creeped you out a bit.

You dug in when you made sure everybody was seated, oh gods, Carol was a great cook, she might actually.

You actually saw stars in your next bite, as a sharp pain erupted in your mouth. you tried to be as discreetly as you could when you took out of your mouth a piece of chicken bone

A sharpened piece of chicken bone

“Is everything good dear?”, you looked ahead and you saw Carol, with the same creepy smile, looking back at you

“Everything is perfect, the chicken is great, you should teach me how to make it sometime”, you said, feeling the tangy flavor of blood inside your mouth.

“I heard you prefer gardening”, she said, unbothered. Well, shit.

“Chicken’s great Carol”, said Daryl by her side, oblivious to everything going on between the two of you, he kissed her on the cheek, surprising everybody.

You finished your plate until it was clean, and then you helped clean everything until there was no sign of a lunch for 15 happening in the house. You didn’t even look at Carol the rest of the afternoon.

People started leaving after you assured him you were fine by cleaning up by yourself, but you were actually surprised when Daryl came back, sitting on the stool on the other side of the kitchen bar, smiling at you as you finished drying some utensils. Maggie was called to a meeting with Deanna, so your gardening was postponed until tomorrow.

You felt the small wound from the chicken bone on the left side of your upper gums, near your hard palate. the metallic taste still lingering in your mouth, it wasn’t deep, it didn’t hurt anymore, but still. .

“How’s that you dun wanna’ spend time with Carol?”, he asked, that took you by surprise, dropping your wooden spoon.

“What?”, you asked him, this certainly took you by surprise, “who blabbed?”, he looked at you, asking you for answers, he looked discouraged, is this because of what you said to Rick this afternoon?, “is not that I don’t want to hang out with her, is just that I prefer to garden than to cook”, lies

“Ya love to cook”, he said, “ya hate to garden, ya killed a cactus”

“Just trying to gain more skills”, you tried, but sounded like a question

“Look”, he said, he looked like he was about to chide you, you had never seen him like that, “I want ya to spend some time w’her”, he said, he looked all serious

“Why?”, you asked, in your face there was panic

“S’important ta me”, he said, you took a long breath… Your first impression of Carol was that she seemed… badass, she had just taken down Terminus, single handedly, she was covered in dirt and walker blood… then when you got to meet her, you didn’t like her, she didn’t like you, too judgemental, she got this “Yeah I’ve been through stuff so that made me like this deal with it”, thing going on. And then when you got to Alexandria you were just point blank scared of her… she was pretending to be this whole other thing so good you didn’t even know she was pretending or not. But she was so important in Daryl's life. “Hey, where'd ya go?”, he asked, he was sitting there, hoping to gather two important women in his life

“Daryl, I understand it's important to you”, you said slowly, “but I have the feeling she doesn’t like me, therefore she also look like the kind of person who doesn't want to be bothered by people she doesn’t like”

“She gets it”, he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world, “she gets its important to me too”

“Why do I feel like this is some sort of test?”, you asked, concerned. You really didn't want to do this. You were awkward around other people, it's a wonder you made Maggie and Rosita your friends… Let alone being forced to bond with someone else.

“Ya got nothin’ to worry ‘bout”, he said simply, but with hope in his beautiful eyes

“Alright”, you said, smiling softly, “if I get an opening, I’ll use it”, you offered, and he seemed pleased because of it. He nodded, standing up, he surrounded the kitchen bar and kissed you on the cheek, he gave your hips a squeeze

“M’gonna go with Beth in a run”

“Beth?”, you asked him, he chuckled

“Yeah, Denise asked us to get some meds in a spot she saw, she wants to go”, you smiled at him, he never took you out there again, but you were “injured” so, you shook your head with a smile.

“Be safe”, you said with a soft smile, he leaned in and kissed you

“See ya’ tonight”, he said teasingly, you smiled back at him

“See ya”, you said. With a shaky breath. This is the only thing Daryl has asked you, and you wanted to please him, although his request seemed a bit childish, and no matter what he said, he did seem like he was testing you… Hell, what? if Carol decided she didn’t like you? What if you decide you didn’t like her? What if you go from dislike to HATE? what then?

You could live with it, she met Daryl way before you, they were friends, but could they both? Would she get rid of you?

You were pondering, really pondering, so lost in your own thoughts that when you finally adjusted your eyesight through the window, you actually saw Carl, climbing over the wall.

“Gods”, you murmured, you ran, actually ran, grabbed your ax and Pentagon gun with a silencer and ran after him. After Reg, Deanna let you carry inside the walls. You climbed the wall right behind him.

You didn’t even know how you managed to drop from the wall on the other side, but you did. It took you time to track him, but eventually you did found his tracks, you had a good visual memory and you had seen Daryl track a bunch of times, he actually tried to give you tips.

You found ultimately dead walkers in his trail, leading you straight to him, until you finally saw him ahead between the trees, taking down another walker

“Hey! Carl!”, you called, drawing the attention of another walker who was near, you grabbed your ax and with a single swing you took him down… but… you pulled a muscle making you wince, oh c’mon! It was a single blow!

“Get back to Alexandria”, he commanded. You deadass laughed

“Excuse me?”, you mocked, “you do not command me”, he looked at you over his shoulder with a look that made you tremble, it was like resentment.

“You take orders from everyone else”, he said simply, “what’s one more?”, that actually made your mouth open with indignation

“Alright”, you chuckled, “I get the whole… “adolescence” thing, but you are crossing a line dude”, you said, not knowing if you should take this seriously. He relaxed his stance, you saw regret in his features, he turned around and kept walking

“Join me then”, you did, you could use the walk, your knees still resentful from your farming, you caught onto him, starting walking right by his side.

“What are you doing out here?”, you asked calmly, as you had advanced at least a kilometer.

“Taking down walkers”, he said simply, “like you used to do, remember?”, you did, you had told him about “the exterminators Inc” and the mission you had.

“It’s dangerous”, you said, “to come out here, alone”

“I have a gun, and a knife”, he said matter of factly.

“Well, but they sneak up quite easily”, you explained simply, “and they tend to horde up”

“I'll take down those too”, he said. You understood it.

You see, the way you saw walkers is that they are some sort of monster, they are no longer humans, their souls, essence or whatever made them who they were is not there anymore. You still cringe every time you see one freshly turned, too human for your taste, but the rest? where a threat and you had to eliminate it. And it did make you feel better when you eliminated one, because it meant there was one least threat in the world.

So yeah, you understood the need to eliminate them, even those who were trapped, even those who couldn’t even move anymore, they had to go, all of them.

Now with a smile you went with Carl, there was no way in hell you were going to leave him alone, and you could use the practice, you barely saw walkers in DC.

“This is reckless”, you said, “for how long have you been doing this?”, you asked him

“A couple of days”, he said, “my dad found something out here”

“Something like what?”

“That’s what the meeting is about”, he said, “he found something, bad, and I’ve been trying to figure out what it is”

“Why? He is going to tell us eventually, right?”, you asked him, three walkers were coming your way, you shot the first one and then it was one for each, a swing of your ax and a stab from him, and they were gone.

“You know how things are now”, he said, “everything has to go trough people who isn’t like us, weak people”, he explained

“Carl…”, you called, “that was the deal”, you said, “we promised to make an effort, they invited us in, we follow the rules, that’s it”, you said simply.

“Their rules are bullshit”, he said

“They see it now”, you said, “it had to take some death for it, but they do see it now”

“Is that’s what happening?”, he asked you, angrily, “are we changing them? or are they changing us?”, he asked, and you felt like you were getting to the root of his icy demeanor towards you.

“What do you mean?”, you asked him, as you took down another walker.

“It’s happening to all of us, to dad, to Michonne, to Daryl…”, he said, “To you… this place is making you weak!”, you stopped on your tracks

“Is that what you think?”, you asked him, truly surprised

“I know it is!”. he said

“What do you want from me, Carl? From us?”, you asked him then.

“Where is the woman who shot someone in the head because she was protecting the people she cared about?”, he asked, “who took all those walkers in Atlanta?”

“You are disappointed I haven't shot anyone in the head recently?”, you asked. “what? you want us to go on killing sprees? to make ourselves strong?”, you asked him. You actually couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“It’s only a matter of time until another group, or something worse comes our way!”, he said

“And when the time comes, we’ll fight them!”, you said

“It’s not only that”, he said, “you love being out here, I know you do!”, he said, “now you let Daryl, my dad, anybody telling you to stay inside!”, he said, “all of you think that I don’t notice things, that I’m here concerned about kids stuff, but I see things, I had never seen you so happy like the time I saw you coming back from that trip with Daryl and Aaron, or when you came back from DC”, he said, “and now you are there gardening, talking about cooking, you should be out here, taking down walkers, until there is nothing left”

“There’s a lot of them”, you said, “more than people alive, I’m certain, and even so, I chose to be led by your father, so when he says something, I listen to him”, you said

“Even if it goes against your instincts? about what you want to do?”, he asked. “What about Daryl?”

“Well, my shoulder does hurt like a bitch”, you said simply, “but yeah, I listen, and Daryl…”

“Yeah I saw you with Daryl”, you felt your cheeks heated

“Doing what!?”, you asked, alarmed

“Are you gonna stay locked inside those walls now?”, he said, “for him? Are you gonna be a housewife, cook for them, garden? have Daryl’s babies?”

“Dude!”, you called, that did sounded like a nightmare, “No!”, you said, and then you regretted it, “well… maybe”, you mustered, but that didn’t sound right either. “Not right now”, you said then, even you were confused now. So you shook your head to clear your ideas first, “look Carl, a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and someone who sneaks out and doesn’t listen, is a weak link”, you said strongly, looking at him. He looked regretful of the things he had said.

“I don’t want what happened to my mom, happen to you”, he said, and you frowned.

“What do you mean by that?”, you asked him.

His face of disappointment broke your heart, and you were about to answer, when a soft wind carried… a mix of… ugly things, first was the horrid smell, and then, it was a sound, a haunting sound, hundreds of moans that created a macabre melody.

“What the…?”, you both stood still, and started to run towards it. You have to grab onto Carl because soon the floor just stopped and you were in the edge of a freaking cliff

“For fucks sake”, you whined, it was a huge quarry, filled to the brim with walkers, occupying every single space there was.

“Holy shit”, said Carl, you slapped his hat, as reprimanding him for cussing.

“Well, we found what Rick’s been keeping from us”, you whined.

Could there be a thousand walkers? you truly believed there was, you even saw more of them on the other side, falling and sliding right in.

“Is this tough enough for you?”, you asked him, he only gulped as he looked at the scene.

Yes it was irresponsible, but you went into the possible scaping points, there was two trucks preventing the walkers from getting out with just a tiny crack in which walkers were scaping, ripping themselves in the process, but on the other side, there were also two trucks, one of them, dangerously close to collapse

“We need to get back to Alexandria”, you told Carl, and you were thankful he actually nodded and obeyed you.

You hadn't even realized how far you had come from Alexandria, a couple of miles even, and it got dark as you were coming back. But you weren’t afraid, the night was clear and the moon was lightening the way. You took too long going around the huge quarry and back, that thing was huge.

It was barely afternoon when Daryl and Beth exited the gates on his motorcycle

Denise had given them directions to a palace she believed could hold some medicina, after Daryl determinately said she wasn’t coming, instead he took Beth. It's been a while since they haven’t been together.

Beth never got the chance to become as strong as he knew she could be, and being behind Alexandria’s walls might never give her the chance, so he needed to take every opportunity to teach her, how to improve het

“Here”, he said, helping Beth jumping out of his bike.

“You are… different”, said Beth with a soft smile

“Uh? different how?”, he asked, checking the surroundings for coming walkers or something else

“Softer”, she said, with a smile

“Very funny”, he said, “knife up”, they saw the store Denise told them about, they placed themselves on each side of the door, Daryl leaned in and opened it, it was quiet inside, there was nothing there. But still he went in first.

“I like you both, together”, Beth kept going, “I think it’s sweet”

“Sweet?”, asked Daryl, raising an eyebrow

“Yeah”, she said softly, “I like her”, it was clear, no walkers, but, the space had been closed for so long, the inside was barely breathable.

“Ya’ think she is making’ me soft?”, he asked, frowning

“You ask it as if it was a bad thing”, she offered. She jumped over the counter, and started grabbing the meds, “but I see you smilin’ when nobody’s watching”, Daryl only mumbled an answer, as they started to fill the bags with everything they could get their hands on

“It’s like sayin’ she makes me weak”, he said, doubtful

“No”, she said softly, “Having someone you care about, like Maggie with Glenn, I don’t think it makes you weak, I think it makes you stronger”, she said with a soft smile, “you are never going to know what you are capable of doing for the person you love”

Daryl and Beth returned at sundown, Daryl looked for you immediately, his first stop was the garden, you were not there, then the house, you weren’t there either.

“Hey, have you seen (y/n)?”, he asked Rick, who also looked like he was looking for someone. As Daryl asked him that, he closed his eyes, like he just realized something

“Carl is gone too”, he said, “they are probably together, out there”

“What?”, asked Daryl. “how?”

“Enid told me Carl has been sneaking out”, he said, “I thought it was harmless”

a thousand things passed through Daryl’s mind, because going out there with people, on a mission and a direction was one thing, but sneaking out, with only another person with no known direction or not knowing if you even had supplies with you? was another thing entirely

It was already dark when they could say for sure that Carl and you were not inside Alexandria’s walls. And every minute, they were more worried.

“We can’t look for them in the dark”, said Rick, “we’ll have to hope for the best, they are strong, they know how to handle themselves”, Michonne looked as worried as the rest of the family that Rick gathered, but then, the door opened. And you and Carl entered like nothing was happening

“We were looking for you!”, said Rick, truly alarmed, when he saw you both, “what were you doing out there, uh?”, oh but you were not going to take his or Daryl’s angry looks.

You looked at everybody gathered there

“I’m sorry guys, we walked more than we expected, our way back took us far long than we expected”, after apologies and wishes of good night, only those who slept in the house remained.

“Where were you?”, asked Rick angrily.

“I don’t know Rick”, you said, “is there something you need to tell us?”, you asked him, “something smelly, moany, a thousand strong something?”, then Rick paled, he searched the eyes of Michonne, who also knew

“You went there?”, he asked

“Yes”, you said simply

“Where the hell were you!?”, asked Daryl, oh he looked pissed

“Rick?”, you asked him, he was looking at you with sorry eyes

“How could you not tell us?”, asked Carl

“I was delaying to tell you this, because we deserved a couple of days to relax, and to enjoy”, he said slowly, “but days ago when we went to bury Pete’s body over the bridge up north… Morgan and I found a Quarry… filled with walkers”

“WHAT!?”, asked Daryl, “how many?”

“Uncountable”, you’d venture, “a thousand?”

“Tomorrow we will discuss it with Deanna and the rest”, promised Rick, “let just give them tonight before we have to be in fighting mode again”, he said. You barely nodded

“Sorry for worrying you all”, you said with a soft smile, you playfully ruffled Carl’s hair and then you tried to go to your room, but Daryl grabbed you gently

“Let’s go to mine”, he said huskily, uh, you knew that voice.

You went down to the basement, you thought you were in for something… and as soon as the door closed behind you, he was on you

“Ya’ scare me”, he said, “we didn’t know where ya’ went!”

“I followed Carl, didn’t want to leave him alone, didn’t have the time to warn anybody”, you said calmly, “how did you run with Beth went?”

“This isn’t about me”, he said angrily, “why can’t ya stay put?”

“I’m not some dog”, you said, “this was a special occasion”, you muttered, “Daryl I’m gonna go out there, you know? I know the risks, but you cannot keep me in here”, you muttered. He smirked

“Can’t I?”, he said with a smirk.

As you said this very morning, you unleashed something out to the world, something seemed to have snapped inside of Daryl since the very first time you had sex, and now? he had this predatory look on his eyes every time he looked at you.

He grabbed you by the hips and kissed you roughly

He had you naked under him in record time, so quickly it made your head spin, and you were so willing he didn’t even doubt it for a second. You moaned when he entered you.

“I fucking love ya”, he grunted, as he buttoned out inside you

“Love you too”, you whined pitifully, he retreated, just to thrust into you, rougher than he had been fucking you both times

“Don’t ever scare me like that”, oh gods you got wet just by hearing his husky voice. “Did ya’ take that pill?”, you shook your head, you barely could string two sentences together, “Answer me”

“No”, you whined

“Good”, he grunted, thrusting into you, “maybe…”, he thrusted into you roughly, making you moan like a whore, “...I’ll give you a good reason”, another thrust, “to stay home, uh?”

“Oh, Daryl!”, you whined

“I’m gonna knock you up”, he grunted, you have never seen him like this, this primal, fuck, that made you closer to cum that you’d care to admit. You grabbed onto him, while you just took it, you couldn’t think of a moment in which you were as turned on as you were right now. He made you cum easily, and he followed closely, inside you, deep, deep inside you.

He released you, and he dropped on his back beside you

You both were panting, looking at the ceiling, trying to wrap your minds about what just happened

“Are ya’ alright?”, he asked, truly concerned, “was I too rough?”

“No”, you assured him, “no, no it was fucking amazing”, you whispered, as he was used to do by now, he grabbed you and accommodate you by his side.

“Daryl?”, you called

“Uh?”

“You didn’t mean the last part, right?”, you whispered.

“Yeah… didn’t”, he admitted, you sighed with relief

“Because the thought of having kids scares the shit outta me”, you chuckled, “tomorrow I’ll take the pill”, he barely nodded, scooping you up and placing you by his side. He kissed the top of your head. “We really should use those nice pajamas”, you laughed, as this was the second time you slept naked.

“Yeah, we should”, he said, as he fell asleep.

PCN: I don't know what's gotten into me, three days, three chapters, this one was like eighteen pages long in my word... so... well... those few who are reading this, enjoy.

@crazyunsexycool @capricxnt

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house-of-slayterr · 9 months

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beloved <3 what are you Halsin headcanons??

ps do you also like the polymance w Astarion? i wanna know your takes!! <3

Omg ok it’s happening!!! Ahhhh!

Halsin:

Halsin attempts to be a gentle man in his conscious actions. He wants to be soft and cause as little unnecessary harm as possible. That being said, with his size that’s a difficult thing to be. I feel he grows frustrated easy when he accidentally breaks things (or people). But on the flip side, if you unleash his rage, this hardly a way to put a lid on it. He’s a large beast, and as such, it seems so are his emotional states. He is terrifying to the enemy and it’s such a harsh contrast to him off the battle field when he’s safe and happy. It’s something I think sets him aside more than the other companions.

Halsin is also a patient man. It takes a lot of patients and self control to be someone with his gifts. The world is lucky his quicker to compassion than to draw his claws, and bear his teeth. I feel like he’s one to give several warnings.

He’s a very goofey guy. This man has a full belly laugh like good old American Santa Klaus. All of camp can hear it when you make him laugh. The best place to be in the world is with him lying on his back, and you on top of him during a sunset as you try to tell little stories to feel his chest rumble. It lulls you to sleep like a purring cat after awhile, like a sleeping agent for your heart, calming it in all the chaos. (Bear cubs can purr like cats sometimes and it’s adorable)

He’s an old romantic. I feel like this man like to try to play things by the book in his head. He knows what relationships are supposed to look like and sound like and he sounds so stiff when he starts off by using his “script” it works because by the gods does he have that shit down to pretty much a sex science at this point, knowing exactly what to say to get what he wants. But that’s not what draws you in. It’s the potential of getting the spontaneity out of him. Getting him to say things he normally wouldn’t, how he normally wouldn’t. Add people he normally wouldn’t. He’s a very flexible man, he’s happy as long as you’re happy. But his best flirting comes when he’s tried, or angry, or those rare moment he gets jealous. Lord help you if Halsin is jealous and the solution is he can’t just have both of you- good luck walking anytime soon.

He’s very in tune with his emotions. He’s a sensitive guy. I mean he loves ducks for fucks sake. This man is precious. He will treat you as if you are such too. Everyone is small and fragile compared to him. He’ll protect your body, mind, soul and feelings with his life. Defend you with his last breath, do anything just to bring a smile to your face. This man is nothing if not devoted 100% to what he does. He starts to become in touch with your emotions too. Being able to sense them from halfway across camp and always comes running ready to be your Druid in shining armour

Now Astarion is a different beast literally , literally… he is a vampire. I wouldn’t say there’s much in common between vampires and Bears. I’d say other than their insatiable appetites. This spritely little elf is more akin to a cat than a bear.

The dynamic is different apart of course, but if you’re with Halsin first, he’ll notice. He’s not an idiot, far from it actually. He pays close attention to his darling and their needs and wants. Especially when it comes to body language. He wouldn’t exactly be mad you’re attracted to Astarion, he can’t blame you. He’d be more upset the longer he observed this attraction grow and you either said or did nothing about it.

I know I said earlier Halsin is a patient man, but one thing he’s not patient for is watching you “suffer” which might be a dramatic word in this case (Astarion would find it quite fitting, you suffering without his love) he will call you out on this attraction quite quickly and ask as politely and openly as possibly what you want to do about it. It’s no secret the wood elf may also find said vampire attractive.

Astarion would agree too it, not without some fuss at first, calming theatrics of wanting you all to himself but it’s fine to share with some “oaf” as if he too is not attracted to the Druid. Honestly if you keep your sanity during this phase of the relationship, congratulations love, you’ve survived the hardest hardship in all of Baulder’s gate.

But once that awkward phase is over. RIP your legs again. RIP your everything actually. Bestie are you sure you want to do this? A bear and a vampire. In love and obsessed with you… wanting to ravage you body at your earliest convince pretty much multiple times a day when they can? Yeah yeah- you’re totally sane, totally cool, totally normal. The rest of your companions aren’t looking at you like you’re the scariest motherfucker to ever walk this earth. Between the bite marks and the claw marks, and let’s be honest now you’ve probably dislocated a hip at least once- how are you feeling? Truly. That being said, they do go easy on you sometimes and give you a break and let you watch them go at each other , and boy is that a sight. (I’m not drooling, you’re drooling)

It’s the after sex but that’s really what you carve though. The part that makes you feel safe and whole and loved. They wouldn’t dare part from you even if the entire camp was engulfed in flames in that moment. Nothing could pry them from their lovers side. They look at you like you put the moon on the sky, the your he very reason their hearts beat, like you’re the only reason they’re still fighting (probably half the reason they’re still standing, let’s be honest, you’ve saved they’re asses more than enough times and they’re so greatful for that) but it’s these moments that you crave. There simple, full of love and lust and simple honest words and looks and touches. Everything so easy, and feels right.

It would be a moment like this one of your boys would choose to make this arrangement permanent. Perhaps Astarion with an off handed comment. Something about “well maybe we should just wed eternally, I hear honeymoon sex is even better” he would grin like a vampire at a blood bank. And it would be silly, but it would be genuine. Halsin would make him try again and give you something proper later if you asked. Or on the flip side, after a hard battle, Halsin would scoop you both up in his arms kissing you each deeply and say “we ahh like join our hearts as one, so we never fear one it’s like to be apart” and even though the situations not ideal and you may be exhausted and covered and dirt and blood and whatever else, it’s the three of you and that’s what matters.

The sleeping arrangements are simple. It’s always Halsin’s tent. That man in massive. Astarion won’t admit it but he creeps into his tent about halfway through each night, never wanting to start on his arms but always craving them. And you sleep happily on top of him, squishing both your boys as close to you as possible. And they wouldn’t have it any other way. They love you and you love them, it’s plain for all the world to see.

AN: sorry if this is bad, I don’t own the game, all I have to go on is fan fics, behind the scenes, fan info, and watching my friends play the game and info dump about it. If anything is inaccurate I’m so sorry 😭 I tried based on how I view them at least.

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thegnomelord · 7 months

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Maybe somewhere in his (hound) broken mind, there is a glimpse of what he was before that is buried under the torture and conditioning. But who was he really before? Was he truly the tame loyal guard dog that everyone in the task force knew him as? Or did his new owner just… awaken a deep need? Did his new owner unlock the hidden pandora’s box of desires and wants? the desire to bite, the desire to be leashed up like the dog he has always wanted but didn't know to be?

And if that carnal desire was unleashed. I wonder how hard it would be for his previous owner (price) to accept and possibly tame the beast that was uncaged. Will he try to lock the pandora’s box and hide the hell hound? Or will he take the leash and treat him like the dog that he has always wanted to be?

And im also wondering what is hound’s past before joining the military:D

Idk mind running and ur writing is amazing mkbvctxekl;cvffve

-:3

Oooh I never thought about it like that lol :Dd I love that this story is just kinda becoming a group effort with ya'll giving me all kinds of ideas. yeah, I bet there are some parts of old Hound that Makarov hadn't managed to kill off, but they're buried deep and suppressed as like an unconscious self preservation method. And I do plan to expand it in the story and show like, old hound coming out when he's in rehab and with the 141

I wanna leave Hound's past up for the reader to decide as he's already turning into more of an OC/SI than I originally indented with the one-shot lol, but I do imagine that some of the dog like mentality does come from Hound just being a very tall and intimidating person that people saw first for his body and didn't bother to learn more about him. He was just some muscle head, to be ordered around when someone needed the heavy lifting done, and promptly left to his own devices.

So Price going that extra mile of learning about Hound, what he liked, disliked, what he aspired to be? Yeah, that earned him Hound's undivided loyalty.

Oh, Oh, how about for angst, that Price was the one that kinda started the dog thing? Like calling Hound a pup or something as a joke that spread because Hound was always next to him and following his orders. And then Makarov got Hound and just decided it would break Price even more if he turned Price's most loyal soldier into his dog.

So it's more of like, everyone told him he was a dog, so it must be true, right? What else are you good for except for snarling and mauling who you're told?

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PAC 18+ 👐🏾A Little Love Letter from your Soulmate & Twin Flame ~ Pick a Pile.

❤️A channeled Message from your future partners. Take what resonates and what doesn't. You can pick more than one pile.

Our time doesn't stop. I just wanna know how you feel about me. You wanna know how I feel about you? I dream about you all the time. I feel that our souls are already married. Can you feel it? I get this shocked feeling when I hold your hand in my dreams. I know your face. Remember that. In our past life, we were hunted down. I don't know why I said that but I guess it was meant to be said. I am your person whether or not you believe it. When you sing in the middle of the night, I can hear you. I love that curve body you got. I will be watching you over from the stars. I have incarnated myself to meet you. Can you believe that now? My sweet love ❤️, Do you remember me? You told me that you remember. How can you forget? You and I are the same. Our soul is the same. I don't like labels. Or you might like labels. You probably consider me a rebel but I’m not I just don't like labels. You and I share the same soul. You know that right? I feel that you run away from me because you're scared. No need to be. I got you. I won't let you fall. Of course, you dream about other dudes, and you think that they are husbands but they are not. I am your fucking husband. You piss me off when you don't believe it. You think I can't hear you, but I do. That shit hurts my feelings when you do. Sometimes I distance myself away from you because you push me away. Not me… You! I raise my voice at you, but I tried to call you, but you didn't answer me. Ugh, shit sucks. We are telepathically connected can you feel that? I know this may scare you but I know your name. I know your name seriously. But I am not going to say it. Look at that 3:33. I like it when you dress up so beautifully. Thank you so much, for taking care of yourself. I am glad you are eating. I feel that we should talk more about our life together. Our future life. I have a good feeling that our love lives here will be perfect. I know you see me as a baby daddy. I know I got kids but at the end of the day. My kids are taken care of. You shouldn't be worrying about our kids. That's right I said it my kids are your kids too. We are a family together. From another life before us, you tried to escape with me. But we were caught, I have dreams about our life before. It was just bad. But the good part is I was with you. No matter if I were send-off to war at that time. See! Our clock is going clockwise. Sing to me, my love. Do you dream about our life too? You are such a brilliant person. When I was a young child I manifest you, I remembered watching fairytale movies with my sibling dreaming that is us on the television. I am your beast and you are my beauty. My heart has been cold 🎿 Can you warm 🔅 it up? I love it when you rough me up in your dreams. My dominance-Matrix. Sorry, I tried to be sexy with my words. Obviously, that didn't work. I am such a geek 🤓. Hey, do you watch Revenge of the Nerds? Booger is my favorite character the way he burps is fucking awesome. Haha 😂. We got something in common. Your dreams are my dreams. I am coming to you. Can I cuddle next to you? I wanna touch your soft skin. That makes me feel so happy. I know you are an aggressive woman. But I don't care! Call me bad names, and tied me down if you have. Unleash the monster out of you. 😉😜. Are you ready for your kiss with me? I wrote you this love letter for you. I know you might not wanna hear this I wanna talk to you. Your other father from your past life is saying sorry for locking you up in that castle. My darling, I want you to be okay. I love you very much. He comes to me in my dreams sometimes. But anyway, please don't be mad at me. I am your husband. I miss your voice, and I miss everything about you. I have a breeding kink. So you are going to carry my kids. That's a guarantee.

Hey, chocolate drip 💧 how are you? I'm sorry 💔 that I wasn't ready. I know I send you the wrong message in your dream. Just know that I love every minute of it. Hanging out with you, and hearing your voice. It sounded sexy to me. That shit turns me on. Woah, do you know how sexy you are? You wake up sexy. I've been feeling drained lately. My energy has been drained. I have my good days and I have my bad days. You're my soulmate. I know you don't like labels but I like it. I've been emotional, and I just wanna cry 😭. I wake up thinking about you. I just needed someone to talk to. I still feel alone. I feel that nobody gets me. I tried to put a smile on my face. I feel that someone is after me, I don't know if it bad way or a good way. Look it's 10:10. I'm glad I'm talking to you. You're my new beginning. My fresh start. I know I wasn't ready. I got scared 😱. I was frightened to meet you. I know I let my fear get in the way between us but not this time. I know this sounds fucking weird but I am glad you are being patient with me💞. I am glad you are not running away from me. I can't believe I daydream about you all the time. What would you be like? What kind of future you and I will have? What our babies would look like? I have so many questions to ask you, my dear. See, when I talk to you, I don't think about my problems ⚠️ like that. Your energy, light, and your whole aura just make me happy. I feel all giggling now. Hahaha 🥹😂. I just wanted to talk to you. So how did you sleep? Did you dream about me? I dreamt about you. You are my divine counterpart. I can hear your sweet voice in my head saying my feelings matter. I haven't been okay. Sorry for bringing the mood down. Who am I to tell you to wait on me? Of course, I want you to go out there and fucking date people. You get it. I didn't say to date someone I said people in general. I don't care if I sound possessive or clingy. But I am clingy to you. Everything on your body is mine. It's like you mindfuck me. In a good way. I am not telling you to wait, but I'm hoping 🙏🏾 that you wait. I am truly praying that you wait. Anyways, good morning to you. Or should I say Grand Rising🔅? I pray 🙏🏾 for you all the time. You know that right every single day I pray for you. I hope you can hear my prayers🙏🏾. Anyways, I love you. I wanna tell you my life story. I mean you know some of it because of what I told the world about and the media. But I still feel shut down. I've been doing a lot of self-work on myself. Like literally been doing shadow work. I have been recognizing a lot of my bullshit, people's fakeness, and my trauma.

Oooh, Hii! Baby. I feel so excited talking to you. It's like you are my energy drink. It's been an honor talking to you. I hope you are having a good day. I remember when I was young I used to draw little hearts ❤️ because I thought about my future wife as a child. So now I'm all grown up. How do you feel about us? How do you feel hearing this story? I have been manifesting you for a very long time. I never thought you exist but you do. Sometimes my friends laugh at me. But do I pay any of those bitches no mind? Hell, the fuck no. They think I'm delusional and you don't exist. You only exist in my head. Hear how that shit sounds. Fucking dumb right? Anyways. Yesterday!! 🤗💯 I hugged you, did you feel it? Our Love is like Disney movies 🎬 but ten times better than any other Disney movies. I've been healing myself. We are going to have a successful life. I love that we are going to be successful. Our connection is fate and we are each other’s destiny. So allow me to introduce myself.

I have a little message to tell you. I just wanna say that I have a huge crush on you. Do You know why I say that? Is because I had a dream about you. I finally saw who you are. Your face is gorgeous. You have the most beautiful face in the world🌸. Can I give you a rose 🌹? I wrote you this letter because I want you to remember that you are something special to me. You are very special. The way how I feel about you. I want you right now. Everything about you brights up my world. I wish that I was right there next to you. Good morning to you. You gave me so much hope. You are such a positive and great human being. You are so caring for the world👐🏾. Baby 👶🏾, are you pregnant? Not yet huh ❔ well you will be soon. I have a breeding kink. I love getting you pregnant. So the way you care for children, makes me feel that you should have kids of your own. I'm glad you are waiting patiently. I love you so much. You are my love. ❤️❤️🌹Will you take my rose? As an honor of my appreciation to you. I appreciate you.

We are each other's perfect match. We are each other's equal. You belong with me forever. See! I said it because you are my favorite person in the world to me. How are you feeling today? Is everything okay, I hope that it is. Because if it isn't, please let me know. I'll put a spell on these fools who are hurting you. I'm not kidding around. I do magic ✨. So again if anyone is bothering you. Just wink 😉 at me. I'll get the message. But anyway enough of that negativity. I hope you are waking up doing yoga. Meditating and just relaxing your mind. I do yoga sometimes. I always meditate because meditation helped me. I was in your shoes before. I was in a dark place but now I realize that I can't fucking seat around and just wait for the universe help me grow. I told myself I want to grow. So I made it my mission to change my life around. Now I feel better. That doesn't mean I don't have bad days but I'm good 🌟. So again, my love I want you to focus on yourself, their problem isn't your problem. Whoever got the drama, don't fucking get involved. That shit pissed me off. So you better begin a new change in your life baby. Anyways that's my message to you. Grow baby, Grow! Not for me, your family, or your friends but for yourself. Have better self-control. Whenever you feel down, angry or sad, or just not in the mood. Go ahead and talk to me🥲. I always talk to you. Listen to my message.

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