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Cauldron-born
Pairing: Azriel x fem reader
Word Count: 1.7K
Summary: When an unexplainable energy pulls the Inner Circle to barge into the Day court, they're all shocked at what they find. But it's Azriel who can't help wonder if his dreams have finally been answered.
Part 2
âI hadnât meant to hide this from you Rhysand,â Helionâs usual warm tone was replaced with something sterner, bolderâ unwavering.
A breeze pulled on your skirt, the floaty material rippling under the wind. It was always warm in Day, but now, with the appearance of uninvited guests, there was a coldness in the air you hadnât experienced before.
A bite that pulled at your skin raising goosebumps across your arms.
You guessed this reaction wasnât a rare occurrence when facing the Night Courts Inner Circle.
Helion shifted his weight, his body stood in front of yours in a protective manner. A nervousness emitted from his energy, an emotion that actually seemed strange to even be associated with him.Â
Helion wasnât the nervous type. Charming and flirtatious, bold and defiantâ not nervous.
Helion pushed his shoulders back, his stance flexing against the shadowy group that had just arrived.Â
They had shaken him.Â
Perhaps you were naive to think these people wouldnât, naive to believe you could live your life quietly. Slip through the cracks. Go unnoticed. No you were not destined for that, as much as your dear friend may have wanted that for you.
So if a quiet life was not meant to be, then you would at least claim it as yours.Â
With a light step you moved from behind Helion to his side, coming into full view of the group who had appeared unannounced in the courtyard. Your hand came to Helionâs gently, giving him a soft squeeze and light smile that stretched to your eyes.
How they had gotten through Day Courts shields didnât come as a surprise really. Helion had divulged how powerful the High Lord of the Night Court was. That if he really wanted to take them all down, then Helion suspected in that unrelenting pit of power Rhys probably could.
But despite this power, Rhys had never ravaged control over the land. Helion was fond of Rhys and his family, they were allies. Perhaps he would even consider them friendly.
And yet Helion hadnât told them about you.
Energies and rhythms rippling from their bodies, all with their own melody of colours unique to them floated toward you. Your eyes scanned over their features quickly, reading their expressions, the tight lines their faces made before one look pulled you to a hasty stop.
A hazel lock held you tightly as a males gaze ensnared you.Â
Golden rays broke through a midnight blue aura, trapping you in a moment that seemed to expand and retract all at once. He was the most beautiful male youâd ever laid eyes on, and it took every ounce of will power to pull your gaze from his.
There was a simmering at the pit of your stomach, something familiar and warm, and you swore you could hear singingâ
âShe is like us.â A girl from the back of the crowd spoke, beautiful and sweet. Elain, you assumed. Her aura, one that resembled sunlight radiating in golden flicks. If you hadnât known who she was youâd had assumed she was a Day court resident from her glow alone.
Elain stepped forward, another girl stepping beside her as if theyâd both been pulled by the same magnetic pulse to the front of the group.
This girl. This girl was Nesta. You were sure of it. That silver flickering aura licked at her skin, an energy so similar and yet so different to her sisters.
âHm..no not exactly like usâŠâ Elain seemed to mutter, more to herself than anyone else. Her eyes scanning you as she tried to get a read, try and decipher what had pulled her here in the first place.Â
Why you had pulled them here.
âSomething other.â Nesta spoke.
You donât think sheâd actually intended for it to sound so venomous, but the words had snapped like poison. You noticed how for a split second there was a softeness in her energy. Whether she was regretful of her tone or not, you had flinched at the word.
Other.
Hm. Perhaps that was the best way to describe you.
Elain glanced at her sister, her face not changing as she digested Nestaâs words. There was a shuffling behind them, only slight and small. Would barely be noticeable if it wasnât so hard for you not to notice.
Him.
His scarred fingers twitched at his sides, shadows swirling around them as they peered over those giant black membranes that were drawn in at his back. A tattoo creeped up the side of his neck, peeking through his shirt as you followed up to his jaw. Black leatherâs covered his body, blue siphons shimmering under the setting sun. You tried so hard not to let your eyes wander back, but as though you had no control you gaze landed on his again.Â
Only to find he was already staring.
Azriel.
Helion had mentioned him to you before and you recalled how you had rolled the name a few times in your mouth. The name feeling so foreign and familiar all at once.
âNot cauldron-made, no not quite.â Elain had turned her attention back to you.
You had stepped forward now, stepped out from the shadow of Helion.
Stepped out to face what you had been avoiding.Â
âYou are Cauldron-born.âÂ
â”
âWould you like to join us for some tea?â Your response had been after Elainâs heavy statement.
Your words coming out in a flurry to cut through the heaviness in the air. Despite being outside it felt stifling. Several eyes piercing into you. You could almost hear the way they were trying to decipher youâ breakdown what Elain had said.Â
You hadnât allowed them the time. Quickly offering them tea, as you glanced at the small set up you and Helion had come to the courtyard to enjoy.
It was only a matter of moments before more furniture was erected and began the awkward silence while the piping pot of tea began to simmer to a cool.
Your hands were scrunched up in your skirt, fists full of fabric on your lap being an obvious tell of unease to those who knew what to look for. A strained smile was forced to your lips, expression light and brows arched in apprehension as you watched the uninvited guests silently take sips of tea.Â
With a quick sideways glance you gave Helion a nervous smile, your lips wobbling as you took a sharp inhale. Helion responded with a gentle pat of your head, his large hand coming to ruffle your hair while a lazy smiled adorned his lips.
His energy finally shifting to one you recognised more, warm and teasing. He was relaxed again. Whatever shock the inner circle had originally caused, Helion now seemed...somewhat nonchalant.
That should have been reassuring, but the tension in your muscles didn't want to relax.
âThis is y/n,â Helion finally spoke, addressing the people who had barged into his court.Â
At the revelation of a name, the inner circle cast their attention solely on you.Â
âThese are my friends y/n, Iâve told you about them already. We had anticipated your arrival at some point,â he continued giving a knowing look to Rhys.
Your eyes scanned the expressions of the five people in front of you.Â
Rhys, Amren, Nesta, Elain and of course Azriel. Not the whole inner circle, no there were members missing. But Helion had done such a great job at explaining them to you, that it really wasnât difficult to figure out who was who.
âItâs l-lovely to meet you all,â you managed out, voice falling softer than you had hoped. Your own eyes gently moving across them all before flitting to the shadowy presence that remained stood behind the Night Courts High Lord.Â
Azriel.
Spymaster and Shadowsinger of the Night Court.
You couldnât seem to stop yourself from looking, among all the noise he sung the sweetest. His energy, amongst those swirling smoke coloured tendrils was the most beautiful display you had ever seen. Not the most powerful by any means, Rhysand and Helionâs outshone his aura in many ways but his was the most enticingâ at least to you.
Composure wasnât something Azriel usually lacked, but after hearing the softness of your voice fill the warm evening air he had to collect himself entirely.
From the moment heâd set his eyes on you, he couldnât ignore the feeling in the depths of his chest. Maybe if you hadnât been the cause of it, heâd have assumed there was something wrong with his heart.Â
Azriel noticed the way your fingers nervously picked at your skirt, fists tight with the material as you sat up straight beside Helion. As if your posture would bring a confidence you were clearly lacking.Â
He could sense it, your unease, nervousness. Picked up on it before even his shadows could whisper it to him.
Nervous, nervous, nervous.
He blinked them away. He already knew.Â
Pretty.Â
Another whispered. He already knew that too.
Pretty was putting it plainly though. You were breathtaking.Â
Azriel wanted to reassure you. Comfort the anxiety he could tell you were drowning in. It was such a strange sensation, to feel this connection so deeply with someone heâd never met before, that Azriel couldnât help but question why.
Azriel allowed himself to consider that perhaps something heâd been dreaming of for so long was finally his.Â
That feeling, the ache in his chest you causedâ was almost painfully lovely. He swore this was exactly how his brothers had described it to him.
Azriel found himself allowing the smallest curve spread to the edge of his lips, a gentle, secret smile. Just for you.
A smile that softened your own forced expression to something more relaxed and genuine.Â
For a moment it felt as though it was just you two. The noise and vibrations of everyone else seemed to fade. An embrace of cobalt and hazel filling you with a warmth that felt so familiar.
âBut Elain is correct. Y/n is cauldron-born.â Helionâs voice broke the trance you both seemed to be in.
Your nervousness from before simmering hotter.
âIt cannot be,â Amren declared, disbelief tinging her tone as her gaze pierced into you.
âYou think I lie?â Helion challenged.Â
âHow do you know for sure?â Rhys pressed back, an uncertainty in his tone.
âBecause I know you all feel it too,â Helionâs voice was deep, a gleam in his eye as he turned to you proudly.
âShe is the Motherâs daughter.âÂ
A statement. Even more bold than Elainâs settled a silence across the courtyard. This time it wasnât stifling, their energy shifting to something of awe, admiration and then devotion.
In one quick movement a figure dropped to their knees. Head pressing to the cool stone ground.
Amren had bowed before your feet.Â
And Amren bowed to no one.
a/n: Okay I know this a whole lot more of elusive-ness and I'm sorry, I just thought sharing this little bit more is better than nothing at all. I wanted to flesh this first out properly so here's the full part one! I've been so swamped with work and inspiration struck this evening so I quickly wrote this in my notes. I promise I will eventually finish it, even if it's just little updates here and there. I'm hoping maybe 2 more parts, so it'll be a nice little mini-series!
I also took it upon myself to try and tag everyone who commented and reblogged because you all seemed very invested so didn't want you to miss this installment even if it is tiny<3
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[Itâs considered good etiquette to ask a man about his wifeâs wellbeing. Except if the man in question is Dracule Mihawk.]
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Garp hates having to call Mihawk, mainly because of the warlord's attitude. Used to the usual "yes, sir!" of the Marines, a man with his own will and agenda is not something he entirely knows how to navigate. Especially since both of them know that the World Government needs the warlords more than they need the bureaucracy. And that doesn't exactly help in exercising power.
His attempts at diplomacy have burst into flames each time and today isn't going to be much different:
"Howâs the missus?" Garp asks in the nicest tone he can force although he's aware that Mihawk knows how much the vice admiral hates asking for Dracule's assistance.
Mihawk only scoffs. "Are you calling just to spoil my mood or is there another reason for your impertinence?"
"I was just trying to-"
"Don't," he cuts him off in a stern voice. "If you have business with me, speak fast. If you're interested in my wife, I know where you live, Garp. I'd suggest losing your unwelcome nosiness before you lose something else."
Little did Garp know at the time but his little question was possibly the worst strategy he could think of. Dracule Mihawk is not like most men and the mere mention of his wife by acquaintances only enrages him. Work and private life do not ever mix. And he'll be damned if someone tries to breach that, even in the form of a courtesy. Therefore, the rest of the call was filled with openly insulting answers that were bold even for Mihawk. A veiled threat or two also found their way into their rather tense conversation.
You know he's done with Garp when he lets out a frustrated grunt. Sometimes you wonder if this grumpy, forever dissatisfied version of him is the only side of Mihawk his acquaintances know. Maybe he really is two men in the form of one.
He's sitting at his desk, thinking about something and not bothering to get up for now. Considering the fact that his hat is lying on the table and not on his head, Mihawk is probably not planning on going out anytime soon. Then again, judging by his spoiled mood, his homestay is a blessing for the first poor sods that would cross his path.
In slow steps, you stroll to his side, letting your hand brush through his hair. He doesn't say anything, only leans his head further towards you. The thing about Mihawk is that he loved to reject and decline but he never does so to you. No, in your case it's the opposite - he revels in allowing you whatever you want.
So intimidating and combative, yet soft and looking for intimacy. Truly, two men with the face of one.
"My mother used to say that each grey hair is one thing we worry about," you say quietly. "At this rate, love, your whole head will be white by noon."
"Your mother also says that milk goes sour because gnomes piss in it," he retorts. Yes, your mother and her strange folk beliefs... She's probably the only person Mihawk can force himself to be nice to despite his dislike.
His response earns a hearty laugh from you. Clear as day, you can see his posture relax as he listens to the music of your happiness. If he even thinks about the possibility of Garp or any other of his acquaintances hearing it, he might just get furious again.
"Well, nobody's perfect," you say between chuckles.
Then, Mihawk gently grabs your hand and lowers it to his face. With softness and passion that hardly befits a man of his infamy, he kisses the inside of your hand. "You seem to be doing so effortlessly."
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Asteroid Nymph (875)
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
1st House or Aries: Your beauty doesnât fade because itâs rooted in a bold authenticity that only grows stronger over time. You age with grace, yet retain that striking energy that leaves others captivated, as if the years only deepen your allure. You never fail to captivate when you step into a room and your beauty will only continue to bless you as you grow older.
2nd House or Taurus: Your beauty is deeply rooted, grounded in a serene, natural essence. Agelessness flows from the way you embody sensuality with ease. You carry a Venusian glow that makes people see you as eternally youthful, yet richly mature. The calm, luxurious way you carry yourself gives the impression of a classic beauty that never fades.
3rd House or Gemini: Youthfulness is your trademark, and your beauty feels forever playful and fresh. The lighthearted, curious energy you bring to each interaction keeps your appearance vibrant, as though untouched by time. Your mind, wit, and animated expression are what captivate people, giving you a charm that never seems to age and always feels new.
4th House or Cancer: You radiate a soft, nurturing beauty that others find eternally comforting. People see you as someone whose warmth and emotional depth create a unique allure. This ageless quality comes from your ability to make others feel at home in your presence. Your beauty deepens like a vintage treasure, gaining richness with time but remaining timeless.
5th House or Leo: You shine with a captivating, sunlit beauty that refuses to dim. Your natural charisma is ageless, and your presence lights up any space like a work of art. The joy and creativity you carry with you radiate through your appearance, making people see you as endlessly vibrant and youthful, as though you were designed to remain dazzling at any age.
6th House or Virgo: You possess a graceful beauty that others find quietly stunning. Your refinement and attention to detail keep your appearance fresh and elegant as the years pass. Agelessness is in the way you carry yourself with simplicity and care, making people notice the enduring purity and calm of your presence.
7th House or Libra: Your beauty feels balanced, harmonious, and effortlessly captivating. With Libraâs influence, you embody an ideal of beauty that transcends age. People are drawn to your charm and grace, perceiving you as someone whose allure only grows with time. This placement brings a classic, even ethereal quality to your presence, like a timeless muse.
8th House or Scorpio: Mystery and intensity define your ageless beauty. You have a magnetic, almost hypnotic allure that people are drawn to without fully understanding why. This placement ensures your beauty has an eternal quality, as though itâs woven with hidden depths. The years only add layers of intrigue, making others feel that youâre a rare, unchanging force of nature.
9th House or Sagittarius: Your beauty is adventurous and boundless, untouched by age. Thereâs a spirited openness to your appearance that feels timeless, as if life itself has blessed you with an enduring vitality. Your love for exploration and freedom shows in your eyes, giving you an ageless sparkle that captivates others, like a wanderer forever young.
10th House or Capricorn: You possess a dignified beauty that matures like fine wine. Capricorn brings a sense of structure and strength to your allure, making it only grow more refined as time goes on. Others see you as someone who commands respect through sheer presence, and your age only deepens the power of your beauty, like a figure from a legend.
11th House or Aquarius: Your beauty is as unique and ageless as you are. Thereâs an unearthly, free-spirited quality to you that defies conventional aging. People see you as someone whoâs always ahead of the curve, untouched by time, with an appearance that remains as fresh as your ideas. Your beauty is captivating because itâs truly one-of-a-kind, timeless in its originality.
12th House or Pisces: Your beauty has an ethereal, dream-like quality that feels eternal. You seem to exist in a space beyond time, with an allure that is both soft and mysterious. Others feel drawn to the otherworldly aura you project, sensing a beauty that is not bound to age or even reality. You embody the timeless beauty of a dream or a myth, forever enchanting.
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Mars in the Houses [Solar Return]
1st House
Mars in the 1st house of your Solar Return chart energizes your entire year. Youâre likely to feel more assertive, confident, and eager to take the lead. This placement encourages you to pursue your goals with determination, but be mindful of impulsiveness or aggression in your interactions.
2nd House
With Mars in the 2nd house, your focus shifts to financial matters and personal values. You may feel driven to increase your income or acquire possessions, often with a competitive edge. This year encourages assertiveness in managing resources, but watch out for spending impulsively.
3rd House
Mars in the 3rd house boosts your communication skills and mental energy. Youâre likely to engage in lively debates, pursue learning with vigor, and take short trips or engage in community activities. This placement can create a fast-paced environment, so be mindful of impatience or conflict in conversations.
4th House
With Mars in the 4th house, your home and family life take on greater importance. You may feel motivated to make changes to your living situation, renovate, or deal with family dynamics. This placement can bring both initiative and tension to your domestic environment, so strive for balance.
5th House
Mars in the 5th house ignites your creative passions and romantic pursuits. Youâre likely to take bold steps in expressing yourself, whether through art, hobbies, or love affairs. This year encourages fun and excitement, but be cautious of risk-taking behavior or competitive attitudes in love.
6th House
With Mars in the 6th house, your work and health become central themes. You may feel driven to take on new tasks, improve your routines, or focus on fitness goals. This placement enhances productivity but can also lead to stress or conflicts at work, so prioritize balance and self-care.
7th House
Mars in the 7th house brings energy and assertiveness to your relationships and partnerships. Youâre likely to take the lead in forming connections, but this can also lead to conflicts or power struggles. This year encourages you to assert your needs in relationships while striving for harmony.
8th House
With Mars in the 8th house, youâre drawn to deep transformations and intense experiences. You may feel compelled to explore issues of power, control, or shared resources. This placement can bring a strong drive for change but may also stir up hidden tensions or desires.
9th House
Mars in the 9th house fuels your desire for adventure and exploration. You may pursue travel, higher education, or philosophical debates with passion. This year encourages expanding your horizons and challenging your beliefs, but be aware of becoming too forceful in your opinions or actions.
10th House
With Mars in the 10th house, your career and public life take center stage. Youâre likely to pursue professional goals with ambition and determination, seeking recognition or leadership roles. This placement can lead to significant achievements but may also bring conflicts with authority figures.
11th House
Mars in the 11th house energizes your social life and involvement in groups or causes. You may take an active role in friendships or community efforts, driven by shared goals. This year encourages collaboration and networking, but be mindful of potential clashes with others in group settings.
12th House
With Mars in the 12th house, your energy may turn inward, focusing on subconscious drives or spiritual pursuits. You may feel compelled to confront hidden fears or work behind the scenes on important projects. This placement encourages introspection and healing, but watch out for repressed anger or frustration.
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private party âĄ
†summary: It's too goddamn hot out, so Doflamingo surrenders his strength to join you in the pool. (18+)
†pairing: donquixote doflamingo x afab!reader
†word count: 2.5k
†warnings: dom!doffy, pool sex, belly bulge, exhibitionism, getting caught, degradation, established relationship (kinda), fem reader
†notes: i am so normal about the doffy pool scene where baby 5 is introduced. i barely ever think about it i swear.... also this is my softest doffy fic and he's still SO unhinged >:3
NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu
Dressrosaâs famously perfect weather had been overtaken by a mid-summer heat wave, and today was brutal. The sweltering sun turned the air hazy with heat. Not a single cloud stained the bright blue sky to provide shade from its burning rays. Staying outside for more than ten minutes was a daunting task. Nearly every member of the Donquixote Family was staying cool inside the spacious castle with its doors closed and curtains drawn.
Fortunately, the palace courtyard was an oasis.
An oversized pink flamingo float bounced against the side of the oval-shaped pool as you swam laps straight down the middle, keeping most of your body underwater. The scent of sunscreen and chlorine filled the air. Your lover (for lack of a better word) reclined on a padded couch, sipping a yellowish-pink tropical cocktail decorated with a paper parasol. His signature pink coat had obviously been discarded, but so had every item of clothing besides a tiny pair of shorts. Tan lines had no place on his godly figure.
The king of Dressrosa unashamedly admired you as he sunbathed. Even behind his sunglasses, you felt his lusty gaze trained on the way your body moved â and your skimpy little crimson bikini. You intentionally put on a show for him, arching your back as you dove underwater and making sure your tiny bottoms were pulled a bit too tight against your ass.Â
Both of you were completely alone. Doflamingo had even sent away the servants who periodically refilled his drink and brought out poolside snacks. You werenât entirely sure why he chose to keep the pool after he became king â the only ones who really used it were you and the women who hung around Señor Pink. The Familyâs Devil Fruit users safely stayed dry on the surrounding lounge chairs, and Dellinger hated chlorine. Doflamingo did love his pool parties, though.
Getting lonely and bored, you swam to the edge of the pool, emerging near Doflamingoâs feet and wiping water out of your eyes. The blonde placed your own drink on the ground in front of you.Â
âYou jealous?â You grinned cheekily, sipping the chilled liquid through a neon pink straw. âIt must suck to not be able to swim, especially on a day like today. The water is soooo refreshing.â
Doflamingo chuckled at your boldness. âIâll live.â
âIâve never even seen you go in.â He was certainly good at keeping you company while you swam, though, and his flamingo float was ideal for cuddling (and less appropriate activities). âYou wonât drown in a few feet of water.â
âWater takes away my powers, baby.â
âBoooo.â You splashed a small wave onto his hairy legs. âYou can be without your strings for five minutes. Get in here.â
If anyone else did that to him, he wouldâve forced them on their knees and made them beg for mercy. Luckily, he found your bratty playfulness more amusing than irritating. Certainly better than an overly passive, demure lover. And the pool did look nice, beautifully shimmering under the relentless sun. It was even more tempting now that cool droplets of water ran down his calves. Â
To your surprise, your lover sighed exaggeratedly but actually stood from the couch, stripping down to his underwear and revealing his half-hard clothed bulge. As you excitedly went to grab a blow-up beach ball on the other side of the pool, you couldâve sworn you felt something tugging at the strap tying the bikini around your neck.
Doflamingo kept a cautious hand on the railing as he strolled down the pool steps, hissing in relief at the cold water. Strength be damned, this felt incredible. He kneeled down and reclined backwards to submerge his enormous body, though he kept his head above water, and soaked off the undignified layer of sticky sweat coating his skin. Thank fuck his throne birthright wasnât on some desolate winter island.Â
You trotted back over to him while tossing the ball in your hands. âDoffy, I think my top is coming undone. Can you fix it?âÂ
Innocently turning your back to him and holding your hair away from your neck. He grabbed the thin red strings pitifully slipping out of their knot, but instead of tying them, the blonde let them fall past your shoulders. Before you could react, his big hands forced their way under your bikini cups to openly grope your tits.Â
âIsnât this what you wanted, pet?â He giggled maniacally as he tugged at your nipples. Being on his knees evened out your height difference a bit, so he curled his giant body over yours, his hard abs pressed flush against your back. Kneading your breasts with no gentleness, squeezing them like stress balls. âGetting all wet for me? Teasing me with this pathetic excuse for a bathing suit?â
You bit your lip â he wasnât wrong, but you did want to play volleyball with him first. The ball fell from your hands and sadly floated away.Â
Doflamingo pulled off your top and carelessly tossed it aside. âThis tiny thing leaves nothing to the imagination, itâs fucking disgusting. I want you to wear it every day.â He pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder then bit down as he harshly twisted your peaked nipples. âBut just for me.â
âP-Please, DoffyâŠâ You wiggled your hips, squirming against him.
âNeedy slut.â Laughing giddily, he licked across your teeth then plunged the wet muscle into your mouth. Pineapple juice and expensive white rum lingered on his tongue. One hand cradled your jaw to keep your lips locked as the other trailed down your tummy underwater, slipping under the waistband of your bottoms.Â
Doflamingo teasingly caressed your mound then harshly pinched your clit, then tugged at the sensitive nub. âThatâs for splashing me earlier.â
âShit, Iâll splash you again,â you chuckled, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.
âYouâre such a damn masochist, making me get creative with my punishments.â You nearly folded in half when his long fingers ran through your slit, but his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright. His free hand went back to caressing your tits. The blonde giggled in delight when he felt the slick between your legs â you were so responsive, so easy. âThis doesnât feel like pool water. Youâre all worked up from a little kiss?â
âYouâre all worked up from watching me swim, pervert.â Grinding your ass against his massive bulge to emphasize your point.
The blonde slapped your tit and you jerked against his tight hold. âItâs a good thing your bratty mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock, since youâre starting to piss me off.â
Maybe your alcohol-induced cheekiness had reached its limit. Doflamingoâs infatuation with you made him no less terrifying.Â
He wasnât in the mood for long and drawn-out foreplay, though he normally adored seeing you break and beg for his cock with tears in your eyes. But your tiny cunt couldnât even take his tip without loosening it up first. Being blessed with a perfect body, godlike height, and a monster cock was such a curse.
Resting his chin in the crook of your neck, the blonde observed the way his nimble fingers expertly moved inside you. His string abilities were gone but he still worked his puppeteering magic inside you, scissoring your wet walls apart and prodding at your sensitive spot. The adorably wanton whines falling from your lips made his dick twitch.Â
Once he decided you were ready, he easily flipped you around to face him and sat down on the pool steps with you in his lap. Doflamingo freed his heavy cock, letting it spring up and bounce against his abdomen underwater. Instead of taking off your bikini bottoms, he simply pushed them to the side to expose your cunt.
âIâve never fucked in a pool before,â the blonde chuckled, grabbing underneath your thighs and easily manhandling you into position. Even with his strength drained away, he was still much stronger than the average person â those sculpted muscles werenât just for show. âYou better feel grateful, darling. I hardly have any âfirst timeâs left.â
The thick tip of his cock forced its way inside, then a harsh thrust made your eyes roll back into your head. Water resistance made the movement less intense than he intended, but several inches of his massive length were snugly inside your pussy. He continued pulling you down until a pretty bulge protruded from your stomach, though he still wasnât fully sheathed in you. Doflamingo sighed in relief and reclined back on his forearms, submerged in the turquoise water up to his pecs. âGo on, please your king.â
You braced your palms right above his flashy gold nipple piercings, found your footing, then started riding his dick at a slow pace, feeling every vein and ridge drag against your inner walls. The water rippled and lightly splashed around you with every movement.Â
Doflamingo traced the outline of your lips, and you batted your eyelashes coquettishly as you sucked his finger into your mouth. Definitely a mistake â you pulled away with a scrunched up face and tried to spit out the overpowering taste of chlorine. He cackled and shoved two digits all the way down your throat, twisting them around to hear you gag.Â
The king was in paradise. Summer sun beating down on his face, cool water coating his tanned skin, and his favorite toy bouncing on his cock. He was getting bored with the slow grinding of your hips against his pelvis, but he was too relaxed to do anything about it. Getting out of the pool and back into the unbearable heat was the last thing on his mind.Â
Doflamingo grabbed the meat of your ass to abruptly take over control of your movements. He bobbed you up and down, admiring the way your tits jiggled before leaning forward to suck a nipple into his mouth. Fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, gripping tighter when he abused your tits even more.
He rubbed the outline of his cock in your stomach then pressed down on it. You bit back a debauched moan. An angry vein popped in his forehead before he grabbed your cheeks and squeezed meanly. âDonât hide your cute noises from me.â
âS-sorry â mmmh!â You choked on your own spit when he suddenly slammed balls deep into you, his gigantic cock molding your insides to take him perfectly.Â
The sound of a door opening echoed throughout the courtyard. You froze and anxiously sought out the source. Diamante emerged into the sunlight, his red eye makeup smudged by sweat and using his hand to fan himself. You leaned forward against Doflamingo to cover your breasts, not wanting to ignite his possessive nature, but made no other move. The blonde didnât even flinch.
Diamante squinted in confusion. Sun-sparkled water blurred and distorted your lower halves, but what you were doing was incredibly obvious. âDoffy, why the hell are you in the pool?â
His boss was buried in your guts and that was what he was concerned about?Â
Doflamingo grinned. âThe water actually feels great. You should try it â oh, but not now. Iâm a little busy.â The blonde jerked his hips harshly up into you, making you keen. Pink sunglass lenses stayed trained on his friend in an almost challenging way. âWhat do you want?â
The elite officer just huffed, making you believe that this probably wasnât the first time he saw Doflamingo like this. An odd pang of jealousy struck you at the thought. He never caught you.
âItâs nothing serious, just find me when youâre done.â He snickered as he stepped back inside, calling over his shoulder, âIâll keep Dellinger and Sugar away from here. Have fun.â
When the door slammed shut, Doflamingo pressed his lips to your ear and whispered, âI felt your pussy get tighter when he looked at us. You filthy whore. You like being watched? Or do you like being owned by me?â He sounded ecstatic. âIâll fuck you on camera and broadcast it to the entire country if that makes you happy.â
A shiver ran down your spine. âThatâs t-terrible.â
âNo, itâs a fucking good idea. Then everyoneâll know who the prettiest girl in Dressrosa belongs to.â His surprisingly sweet comment was punctuated by his hips bucking into you, shoving the head of his cock insistently against your cervix.Â
Doflamingo flexed his thighs and began using you like a fleshlight, setting a fast and rough pace while letting out incredibly erotic groans. His tanned skin looked irresistible, so you leaned forward to mouth along his thick neck and then kiss him passionately. Doflamingo eagerly reciprocated, rewarding you by pressing his thumb against your clit to rub circles against it.Â
âMy perfect little toy,â he panted between kisses, a long string of saliva hanging off the tip of his lengthy tongue. âSuch a good girl, so eager to serve me. I couldnât ask for anything more.âÂ
Something about the intense heat or the negative effects of water seemed to bring out his more romantic side â though there was nothing romantic about the way his dick bullied its way inside you. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, feeling your cunt throb around him.Â
âDoffy, âm so close, p-please let meâŠâÂ
Beautiful eyes peeked out from under his sunglasses â lust-blown, predatory, and crazed. âCum for me, pet.â
Lips slammed against yours as the building pressure inside you exploded. Your cunt gushed and soaked his cock in your juices, stars flashing behind your eyes. Doflamingo obsessively swallowed your moans, rubbing your clit through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He rutted his hips like a feral dog before he felt his balls tighten. Thick ropes of cum sprayed deep inside your walls and filled you to the brim. Through hazy eyes, you noticed how divine he looked at his peak â damp blonde hair sticking to his forehead and sun reflecting off water droplets coating his skin. Head thrown back in bliss, plush lips parted and letting out a heavenly, whorish moan.
Breathless and giddy laughter snapped you out of your trance. âWhatcha looking at, baby?â His cock was softening, but you felt it twitch from narcissistic delight.
You shook your head to clear your mind, dipped your hands in the pool, then ran your damp fingers through his hair. He instantly relaxed into your touch, sighing contentedly. âI told you itâs refreshing.âÂ
âAnd you were fucking right. Maybe I should use the pool more â itâs not like anyone is stupid enough to attack me in my own palace.â Strong, scarred arms wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed you tightly against him. Doflamingo hummed happily, then released you and nodded towards the couch. A grin never left his face and his shaded eyes never left yours. âBe nice and grab our drinks, then get right back here. Our private pool party isnât over.â
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Of thorns and blooms - Lewis Hamilton
request: "Can I request a Journalist reader, who lewis has his eye on and she interviews him and smexy antics ensue after the gathering. She wears a light up floral crown which lewis finds so cute and when they they celebrate an anniversary, he gives her an actual crown." - @omgsuperstarg
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Fashion Journalist! Reader!
wordcount: +3K
a/n: It took me sooo long to get the tone to this one right, but I hope it was worth the wait.
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
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Y/n adjusted her dress for the hundredth time as she waited for the next person she would interview, the humidity in the air boiling them all in the enclosed paradise the famous steps of the MET. The buzz of the Gala was like a living entity. And tonight, she wasn't just a fashion journalist, she was a guest, courtesy of a hand-delivered invitation from Anna Wintour herself.
A small proud smile played on her lips. It had been a long road, from the early days working in college fashion blogs to the owner of her own digital media platform. She had conquered every step on the ladder the had envisaged for her career, and the MET Gala was the cherry on top.
Her gaze swept the red carpet, catching a flash of black that snagged on her breath. Lewis.
They'd met a few times before, most notably for his iconic Vanity Fair cover in 2022. Shot in pink, in none other than Valentino, it had been a bold choice, and she had made it justice in the interview. I was a peek into the soul of a man who rarely had let himself be seen that way. It was raw, honest, and had garnered her more praise than any piece she'd ever written.
On the human level there had also been something else, a connection beyond the professional aura, but it had remained just that â a spark.
Over the years, they'd stayed in loose contact. She would congratulate him on a good race, he would message whenever he read one of her articles, a selfie once, holding her printed fashion annual he'd found at an airport in Dubai.
It felt like a secret language, a shared appreciation in their vastly different worlds.
And that night, he lookedâŠuntouchable.
A vision in a custom Burberry creation. Although not far from the usual black, his overcoat was anything but ordinary, adorned with hand-embroidered floral motifs that shimmered under the camera flashes, the thorns in his necklace a powerful statement. Heritage and resilience.
As Lewis neared her corner of the press pen, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes scanned the crowd, and when they landed on her, a flicker shone within them. He diverted his path slightly, heading straight for her.
"Y/n!" he boomed, his voice surprisingly warm for someone who always tried to maintain his stoicism.
"Sir Lewis Hamilton" she replied, offering a professional smile. "Looking sharp."
He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You clean up nice yourself, Voltaire."
"Voltaire?" she raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes.
âYour floral crown. You quoted Voltaire on gardens being the only art that imitated nature in your preview of the met" He gestured towards her head, where a crown of intricately woven white flowers sat, each petal tipped with tiny LED lights that cast a soft glow. "It looks incredible by the way."
Her smile widened. "Maria Grazia Chiuri and I had a blast designing this piece. We wanted to honor the history of the floral crown, worn for centuries, but with a modern twist."
Lewis leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You always manage to find the hidden meaning, don't you?"
She met his gaze, the intensity surely not lost to her. "Fashion is all about meaning, Lewis. It's a language, a way to express ourselves." His gaze holding on to hers as she continued âYour statement in this Burberry. It's a powerful oneâ
He tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes, but just as he was about to answer back a microphone was thrust in front of them. A reporter, eager to get a quote looking impatient.
"Mr. Hamilton," the reporter began, "your outfit is quiteâŠunexpected. Can you tell us the inspiration behind it?"
Lewis straightened his shoulders, slipping back into his professional persona. He launched into a detailed explanation of the Burberry design, his voice smooth and practiced. Y/n listened, captivated by his words and by the way his gaze flickered back to her every few seconds, a silent promise of something.
When the interview ended, the reporter scurried away. Lewis turned back to her; his smile warm. "They only gave me a few minutes," he said with mock disappointment.
"Well," she teased, "perhaps you could tell me the "real" story later," she finished, mirroring his playful tone.
A slow grin spread across Lewis's face. "Perhaps" he replied winking, a gesture that would have sent a lesser woman reeling. "Iâll find you later." He gestured towards the throng of celebrities and socialites milling about.
As Y/n wandered into the museum, she navigated the wave of guests with small talks and greetings alike. Her platform had gained traction over the past months, and her presence was becoming increasingly sought-after. But tonight, the glamor felt secondary as the show stoppers stood behind glasses of exhibitions.
As she stood and admired one of Balmainâs first collections, a familiar figure caught her eye. Lewis, leaning casually against a pillar, a glass of champagne in his hand. He was alone, just observing her, a smile breaking across his face as he saw she had noticed him, he made his way towards her, his movements graceful.
"There you are," a low rumble in his chest. "I thought I'd lost you."
"Hardly," she replied, a playful glint in her eyes.
"So," he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "tell me about this secret language of fashion."
"Where do I even begin?" she laughed, a genuine, carefree sound. "Every stitch, every embellishment, every cut â it all tells a story. A story of who you are, where you come from and how you want to be perceived."
The conversation flowed easily, a back-and-forth about the art of fashion, their contrasting worlds, and the subtle messages woven into every outfit. Lewis, she discovered, was surprisingly well-versed in fashion history, his knowledge going beyond the surface. He spoke of iconic designers, groundbreaking trends, and the evolution of style through the ages, his voice filled with genuine passion as he recounted how he had learned so much from her own words.
"You know," Lewis said, his voice softer now, "you're not like anyone else I've ever met."
" This one is not gonna cut it" she asked, her heart skipping a beat.
"RightâŠ" he said, his gaze locking on hers. "But I meant it though. You look at the story behind people. Thatâs rare."
His words hit her like a sucker punch, laying bare a truth she hadn't dared to public admit. She had always craved for connection with people, and fashion, she had discovered, was her way to reach for those who held their stories and dreams in their eyes and heart.
Heat rose to her cheeks, and she looked away, breaking the intense eye contact. "Perhaps you see the same," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He leaned closer; his breath warm on her ear. "Tell me about your dreams, Y/n. What stories are you trying to tell?"
And then, when she couldnât avoid his gaze on her anymore, when the silence of his question had almost drowned her, a booming voice cut through the air. "Lewis! There you are. We have to get going."
Lewis sighed, pushing himself away from the wall. "Right" he said, a touch of regret in his voice before he turned abruptly to Y/n, as if he had just decided to take a jump "I have a proposition for you."
Intrigued, Y/n raised an eyebrow. "A proposition? Do elaborate, Hamilton."
He leaned in again, close enough for his lips to brush against her ear. âAre you, by any chance, willing to pass on those other after parties and come to mine?â
Y/n seemed to be taken aback, but just like before, when she was about to answer him, he shot her a look âIâll text you the details. Iâd love to know your stories.â Â And with a final lingering look at her, Lewis offered a charming smile. "Until later."
The afterparty held a low-key energy, a contrast to the frenzy of the Met. Y/n found herself at Lewis's expansive New York City apartment, surprised by the choice of venue. It wasn't the club she'd thought of, but a tastefully decorated space that felt more like a home than a celebrity crash pad.
Lewis had introduced her to a motley crew of people. Some of his friends, but mostly, a mix of young, up-and-coming designers, photographers Y/n knew by reputation, and even a couple of journalists she had came across an article or two. The air buzzed with conversations, a refreshing change from the interactions of the Met.
As the night wore on, the crowd thinned. Y/n found herself gravitating towards a corner where Lewis stood, deep in conversation with someone she remembered to have seen at some shooting before.
"That's Kelly," Lewis said, noticing Y/n's approach. "A design prodigy. Just landed a gig with Channel"
Kelly's smile widened as Lewis introduced them. "It's an honor to meet you, Y/n," she said, her voice brimming with excitement. "I've been a huge fan for a while now."
They chatted for a while, the struggles and triumphs of breaking into the fashion world. Looking at the young woman's vibrant energy, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the platform she'd created.
But as Kelly was whisked away by another group, a comfortable silence settled between Y/n and Lewis.
He gestured towards an empty stool beside him. "Mind if I steal you for a bit?"
Y/n accepted the invitation, a playful glint in her eyes. "Only if you answer a question for me first."
"Shoot," he said, taking a swig from his drink.
"This isn't exactly the afterparty I expected," she said, gesturing to the relaxed setting. "Why here?"
Lewis chuckled, a low rumble that made her feel inadequately naĂŻve "Maybe this is the real me," he said. "The part that doesn't crave the constant spotlight."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conversational whisper. "I thought you'd like this kind of party. I like to distance myself from the buzz when I can"
Y/n nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "A safe space."
"Something like that," he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a beat too long.
"So," Lewis began, breaking the building tension "Iâm still waiting to hear about your dreams"
And so, for some ungodly pull, at a rather uncomfortable stool, she opened up to a man she had never really expected to create any kind of connection. Maybe, exactly because she never so that coming, it felt so easy to tell him her most guarded hopes.
She spoke of her platform as a way to democratize fashion, to give a voice to those who felt unseen, unheard. She spoke of empowering individuals to express themselves through who they really were, regardless of social status or bank balance.
As Y/n talked, she noticed Lewis's eyes gleaming with genuine interest. He wasn't just listening politely, he interest genuine, his questions insightful and thought-provoking. And she wondered if it was really that unexpected to find this depth hidden beneath him.
"That's incredible" Lewis said, his voice filled with admiration. âYouâre giving people the tools for them to tell their stories."
"Exactly" Y/n said, a sense of understanding as he smiled with her. "It's about self-expression, about telling the world who you are."
A thoughtful frown etched itself onto Lewis's face as she leaned into the counter. "You know," he said, pausing mid-sentence, "you're quite a puzzle, Y/n."
Y/n raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Me? A puzzle?â
"There's this incredible fire in you" he continued, his voice low and husky, "a passion for giving others a voice. But then there's this⊠" he trailed off, gesturing vaguely.
"What?" she scoffed playfully. "I always thought I such was an open book."
Lewis chuckled; a dark, sexy sound that surely didnât go unnoticed. "You talk about empowering others, yet I get the feeling there's a whole story you haven't shared of where that desire comes from"
Their connection had been simmering throughout the night, unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Now, with Lewis's gaze holding hers captive, it threatened to tip over.
The conversation around them seemed to fade away, swallowed by the growing awareness between them. Y/n felt his unspoken questions echoing in her mind, a challenge she couldn't ignore.
As the night wore on, the guests gradually dwindled. One by one, they bid farewell to Lewis, leaving him and Y/n alone amidst the empty bottles and scattered laughter.
Y/n found her gaze drawn to him again. He stood by the window, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, his profile sharp and captivating. The urge to break the silence, to bridge the growing gap between them, became overwhelming.
She rose from the stool, her movements deliberate, and walked towards him. He turned, his surprise evident in his eyes.
"Everyone's gone, I should go" she said softly, her voice barely a whisper.
"Donât. Please" he replied, his gaze still locked on hers. "Iâd love if you could stay and"
He didn't get to finish his sentence. Y/n cut him off, stopping just inches away from him. The air crackled with electricity, the unspoken desire a tangible force between them.
She glanced at the faint outline of his abdomen in the fabric of his Dior shirt, her fingers tracing invisible circles on the soft fabric. Then, in a bold move, she let her nails lightly scratch across his chest, sending a jolt of heat through him.
Lewis's breath hitched. He pulled her closer by her waist, his eyes burning into hers.
Their lips met in a heated kiss, a clash of urgency and teeth. Lewis's hands roamed freely over her back, his touch numbing her to the surroundings. He was hungry for all of her.
Y/n found herself caught in the current, her own desire rising to meet his. His lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses.
A dark part of her, a voice fueled by the intoxicating aura of him, entertained the idea of becoming just another name on his long list of conquests.
But then, as his hand reached for her thigh, a wave of clarity put an end to the haze. This wasn't a one-night stand she craved. This connection, potent and undeniable, deserved more.
Y/n broke the kiss, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. "Lewis," she whispered, her voice husky.
He stared at her, confusion, concern and desire evident in his eyes.
"Dinner first," she said, a playful smirk gracing her lips. "Then maybe we can explore this mystery you see in me."
A slow smile spread across Lewis's face, the heat in his eyes softening to amusement. "Dinner it is," he agreed, his voice raspy. "But consider this a warning. I don't give up easily."
Sunlight danced across the Aegean Sea, glowing through the large round window of the yacht's cabin. Y/n stood before the vanity, applying a final touch of lipstick, her reflection a picture of contentment.
Five years. Five years since that MET and Lewis's afterparty, a whirlwind that had swept them off their feet and turned their world upside down.
A soft knock at the door startled her. "Come in," she called out, her voice filled with a hint of anticipation.
The door creaked open, and Lewis stepped inside. He was a vision in his crisp white linens, his hair free from the braids.
But it was the velvety box in his hand that held her attention.
"There you are," he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he walked towards her.
Y/n watched him through the mirror, her heart still skipping a beat whenever he was around. He stopped behind her, his warmth radiating through her back.
"What's that?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"A little something for my favorite fashion journalist" he replied, his breath tickling her ear as he leaned close.
He opened the box, inside, nestled on a bed of white satin, lay a breathtaking piece of jewelry â a floral crown crafted from delicate diamonds. Each petal was meticulously designed, some adorned with tiny thorns, others bursting into bloom.
It was both graceful and powerful. And it wasnât quite a necklace, nor quite a tiara. It was a piece of art.
"Lewis," she breathed, her voice filled with awe. "It'sâŠincredible."
He took the crown from the box, his touch gentle as he held it up to the light. "Anne Wintour helped me design it," he admitted, a hint of pride in his voice. "She said it reminded her of your outfit at the Met Gala, all those years ago."
Y/n held her breath as she looked at the jewelry. The floral crown, a memory of their initial spark, now reimagined with diamonds. The strength and beauty of their love that had blossomed despite adversity.
"The thorns," he said, her voice barely a whisper, "they represent the challenges we've faced, the distance, the different worlds..."
"And the flowers," he finished after clasping it to her neck, his voice husky with emotion, "represent our love, always blooming, even in the face of those challenges."
He adjust it to her skin, his touch gentle. "It's meant to be worn by someone who sees the world differently, who tells stories with every thread" he said, his gaze holding hers.
He cupped her hand in his, his eyes brimming with love. "Someone who wears her heart on her sleeve," he continued, his voice low and husky.
She turned and their lips met slowly, a lingering kiss that spoke volumes of their love and shared journey.
"Happy anniversary, Y/n," he whispered, pulling away but not letting go, his eyes shining brighter than any star.
"Happy anniversary, Lewis" she replied, the diamond floral piece catching the sunlight and reflecting a thousand tiny rainbows in their eyes.
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bunny hybrid!yandere x pissed off empress!reader
Imagine a bunny hybrid who's main role in life is to kill for the elites of his burrow. He is set to rule his burrow until it is destabilized, with he and his fellow elites tried for treason.
The poor man, being as beautiful as he was, was spared and gifted to an unprecedentedly young empress.
Everyone knew what he'd done to her, to her family.
"Do you remember me?" she asks as he is presented to her in her throne room.
"Of course," he says, smiling as ruthlessly as he did that day. Though he is bound in both chains and powerful enchantments, he looks strong. "How's your scar?"
"Bold question." You smile back, but you're sure it doesn't reach your eyes. You force yourself to not touch the healed gash on your collarbone. "You'll learn better."
I've become stronger.
But what happens if the poor bunny is not as cold as he seems?
includes; femdom, revenge, oral (fem receiving), degradation and masochism (yan receiving/being), forced marriage, dubcon, hurt little comfort
âI mustn't give in to temptation, Your Highness⊠To give in to such beastly, masculine instinctsâŠâ
You tear the man down to his knees by his hair. "It's 'Your Majesty' now. You made sure of that.
âAnd I don't care about any of that. You're mine, now. You're in heat, so let loose, according to my command.â
âB-ButâŠâ The man began to plead, covering his growing erection with his hands. âIt's my first time doing this⊠I don't want to be like the other dumb bunnies that hop around the moment they're sent off⊠I'm the next on lineâŠâ
This killer? A prude? A VIRGIN? you think. Laughable. He was surely old enough to not speak like a shy sweetie?
âHow will they know? Come here.â You shove his worried face into your crotch. âLick and suck like a good slut.â
âMmphââ
âThis tongue is mine to use. You're just a tongue now, understand? Tonight, you're just a pussy wiper.â
The terrifying man has tears in his crystal clear eyes.
Why is he so complacent? you wonder.
He his tongue begins to search your tight pussy, lapping at his mess every few seconds. He brings both hands to your hips. He begins to run his chin, fucking his tongue into your eager cunt. You hold his head to steady yourself, stepping in his pathetic cock all the while.
âNng⊠Slut⊠Slut!â you scream out, on the verge of crying. You bounce up and down, crushing his cock and violating his virgin mouth. He grips you tighter, tears now streaming down his murderously beautiful face. You want to hit him, but you settle for degrading him like the bitch he was. You call him a slut, whore, monsterâ You say that he's lower than dirt, lower than nothing.
You want to die on his lips so he could feel what you felt.
âFuck⊠Fuck⊠NngâŠ!â You suffocate him with your lust, choking him with your hedonistic flood.
So rough! he thinks. This confuses him, since he lived for and with extreme roughness and callousness. How was this different? Was it because it was⊠sex? Tonight, it seemed, he found himself numb and dazing out.
âYou like that, slut? You like that?â you pant, snatching his head away. He is silently weeping, puppy dog eyes both begging for more and begging for a break.
âIâm sorry, Your MajestyâŠâ
âFor what?â
âA-About your family⊠I'm truly sorryâŠâ
You fill with pure, unbridled rage. Why would apologize now, of all times?!
What a buzz killer.
âGet me a belt,â you say, stepping away, âone of yours.â
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Total Solar Eclipse in Aries: Predictions
â° my masterlist This eclipse season is highlighting themes of forgiveness, both towards others and towards ourselves. It's time to turn a new leaf, and to take responsibility for mistakes made within the past. Doing this will allow a particular area within your life to transform. In October 2023 it may have felt like you lost something. Whether that was a friend group, a career opportunity, or a romantic relationship depends on your chart. However, because this solar eclipse is conjuncting the North Node, it will feel as though you have gained something. Issues from October 2023 will find a resolution.
General predictions:
ê„ Sudden/unexpected military action.
ê„ The development and discovery of new weapons. (Specifically with bombs and explosives.)
ê„ Veterans speaking out against the country they once served.
ê„ World leaders unexpectedly stepping down from their positions.
- Many world leaders are going to be dealing with extremely poor health which will âeclipseâ their power.
ê„ It's going be a hot summer, and the effects of climate change will become all the more obvious.
ê„ Bad wildfire season.
ê„ An increase in self-immolation as a form of protest.
ê„ An increase in reckless driving, speeding, and road rage.
ê„ An increase in violence against women, and people who are non-binary or transgender .
ê„ Issues regarding gender will become even more polarizing.
- Women across the world will continue to assert their independence and will fight back against outdated standards.
- Women will become more willing to embrace the unknown. Many women will fully commit to the idea of never getting married or having children during this time frame, and they will do so with enthusiasm.
- Some women will choose not to get married or have children as a form of protest
ê„ An increase in narcissistic behavior, as well as an increase in being able to recognize narcissistic behavior.
ê„ Celebrities responding to public criticism with arrogance will witness a downfall.
ê„ The Summer Olympics will be especially entertaining this year. This event will be explosive and dramatic. Some athletes will gain a significant amount of fame during this event.
ê„ LOTS of new music. Artists are going to be pushing the boundaries of genres. Audiences are craving something completely new.
ê„ People are DONE living in fear. This will result in widespread, collective action that will effectively make big changes. More protests, more boycotts, more strikes, more uprisings.
Predictions for your Rising Sign:
Aries âïž
đŠč Explosive relationship issues
đŠč Facing âthe final strawâ
đŠč Reuniting with yourself
đŠč Making a significant change to your physical appearance
đŠč Detaching yourself from others
đŠč Making bold statements that shock people
đŠč A boost in confidence
đŠč Reconnecting with your desires
đŠč Realizing that youâve outgrown people
đŠč Becoming easily frustrated
đŠč Not recognizing the person you were two years ago
đŠč Taking decisive action
đŠč Being forced to defend your beliefs
đŠč Heightened sense of physical energy
đŠč Gaining a sense of control over your impulsivity
Taurus âïž
đŠč Confronting fears of the unknown
đŠč Showcasing a strong sense of perseverance
đŠč Psychic dreams/ uptick in strange dreams
đŠč Reflecting on the past
đŠč Spending time alone
đŠč Receiving some sort of news that shakes you up
đŠč Building trust in your intuition
đŠč Finding yourself zoning out all of time
đŠč Turning towards food, drugs, and alcohol to find comfort
đŠč Intense emotions coming forward
đŠč Facing an uptick in stress and anxiety
đŠč Rumors and lies being spread about you
đŠč Secrets coming to the surface
đŠč Feeling exhausted/needing more time for rest
đŠč Developing a stronger connection to nature
Gemini âïž
đŠč Heightened sense of compassion
đŠč Giving out unsolicited advice
đŠč Networking!
đŠč Joining new social groups
đŠč Finding a sense of belonging
đŠč Engaging in volunteer work
đŠč Developing new goals and dreams
đŠč Interacting with lots of strangers
đŠč Feeling in touch with the future
đŠč Participating in interesting conversations on a daily basis
đŠč Initiating and organizing group activities
đŠč Developing new friendships at a fast pace
đŠč Heightened sense of popularity
đŠč Fearing commitment
đŠč Heightened sense of conversational skills
Cancer âïž
đŠč Stepping into a leadership position
đŠč Learning how to balance your private life with work
đŠč Becoming a stay-at-home parent
đŠč Hard work paying off
đŠč Facing competition within your career
đŠč New responsibilities
đŠč Challenges with authority figures
đŠč Being forced to stand up for yourself
đŠč Setting boundaries within your career
đŠč Your reputation becoming a source of stress
đŠč Becoming someone's caregiver
đŠč Learning how to avoid burnout
đŠč Becoming a source of motivation within your workplace
đŠč Feeling extra sensitive towards criticism
đŠč Working with a family member, or someone who feels like family
Leo âïž
đŠč Being forced to look at the big picture
đŠč Stepping out of the sidelines
đŠč Deciding to expand your mind
đŠč Traveling/ big journeys
đŠč Coming across as overbearing within serious situations
đŠč A change in long term plans/goals
đŠč Becoming a teacher or mentor
đŠč Beliefs being challenged
đŠč Dominating discussions with other people
đŠč Craving adventure
đŠč Gaining a new perspective on life
đŠč New opportunities in education
đŠč Embracing a newfound sense of excitement
đŠč Seeking out recognition
đŠč Gaining wisdom through creative ventures
Virgo âïž
đŠč Joint resources being brought into focus
đŠč Seeking reciprocity within relationships
đŠč Having a realistic approach to intimate relationships
đŠč Realizing you give too much/too little
đŠč The judgements youâve made about other people being challenged
đŠč Making investments
đŠč Burning bridges
đŠč Creating a new budget
đŠč Resentments within relationships being brought to the surface
đŠč Paying off debt
đŠč Confronting your desire for profection
đŠč Close relationships becoming a source of stress
đŠč Healing intimacy and trust issues
đŠč Seeking out deeply emotional connections
đŠč Finally recognizing hidden patterns
Libra âïž
đŠč Showing up more authentically
đŠč Confronting communication issues
đŠč Fixing a misunderstanding from the past
đŠč Being honest about wants and needs
đŠč Asking for help and receiving it
đŠč Developing skills in diplomacy
đŠč Placing your aspirations before a relationship
đŠč Letting go of responsibilities that donât serve you
đŠč Ego and pride creating conflict within relationships
đŠč Starting a collaborative project
đŠč Holding yourself to the promises youâve made
đŠč Receiving some sort of justice
đŠč Healing your fear of being alone
đŠč Seeking out compromise
đŠč Recognizing how indecision has held you back
Scorpio âïž
đŠč Putting your dreams into action
đŠč Experiencing tension within the body
đŠč Confronting control issues
đŠč Your sense of motivation being reawakened
đŠč Implementing new routines
đŠč Prioritizing health
đŠč Finishing projects from the past
đŠč Feeling more energized
đŠč Lack of support from others
đŠč Becoming more organized
đŠč Stress becoming a cause for health issues
đŠč Challenging your own self-criticism
đŠč Developing a greater sense of concentration
đŠč Exploring alternative treatment approaches
đŠč Becoming a workaholic
Sagittarius âïž
đŠč Starting a new hobby or project
đŠč Newfound relationship needs/standards
đŠč Taking relationships risks
đŠč Seeking out pleasure
đŠč Connecting with your inner child
đŠč A spike in creativity
đŠč Having fun with your sense of self expression
đŠč Being able to forgo responsibility
đŠč Joining the dating scene
đŠč Starting a family
đŠč Caught up within daydreams
đŠč Developing a sense of contentment
đŠč Pregnant and ready to give birth (this could be a literal child or a new idea)
đŠč Taking initiative
đŠč Everyday life becomes exciting
Capricorn âïž
đŠč Possible career change
đŠč Starting a garden/buying plants
đŠč Gaining an understanding in generational trauma
đŠč Moving at a slow pace
đŠč New living situations
đŠč Change in family dynamics
đŠč Heightened sense of intuition
đŠč Finding stability
đŠč Tending to unhealed wounds
đŠč Arguments with your parents
đŠč Working remotely
đŠč Reconnecting with your ancestors
đŠč Seeking more time spent alone
đŠč Home renovations
đŠč A death or birth occurring within your family
Aquarius âïž
đŠč Being more active on social media
đŠč Speaking before thinking
đŠč An uptick in the amount of texts/emails you receive
đŠč Overactive mind/imagination
đŠč Attending lots of social engagements
đŠč Oversharing
đŠč Challenging your negative thought patterns
đŠč Creating some sort of content
đŠč Busy schedule
đŠč Buying a new vehicle/changing your commute to work
đŠč Moving into an environment that's more stimulating
đŠč Learning new skills
đŠč Changing the way in which you communicate
đŠč Chasing after the things that make you curious
đŠč Spreading gossip
Pisces âïž
đŠč Financial management
đŠč Your foundations being tested
đŠč A person in need taking advantage of you
đŠč Developing security
đŠč Redefining your values
đŠč Losing or misplacing a valuable object
đŠč Selling your impulsive purchases
đŠč Overcoming insecurities
đŠč Feeling more stubborn
đŠč Strengthening your self-worth
đŠč Building your savings
đŠč Earning money from your artistry
đŠč Cutting back on expenses
đŠč Donating your money to charity
đŠč Turning to spiritual practices to ground yourself
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Pls Ghostface, Wesker, Ji-Woon, and Evan when a fem! Survivor flashes them during a trial as an attempt to distract them from killing her or a teammate? Like flashing her panties or boobs at them. đ«Ł How would they react
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Albert Wesker:
While thereâs no doubt that Wesker is a ruthless, power-hungry individual, his man brain cannot help but submit to the fleshly desires of the world that he so dearly hates. That includes in this very moment, seeing your tits slightly jiggle as you lift your shirt up. If his glasses were off his eyes would be glued to your chest but you can already assume heâd be doing that already behind that grimace plastered on his face.
Wesker recovers very quickly as if you flashing him didnât almost give him a hard-on on the middle of a trial. He canât let that distract him from his mission but he fears it already has.. He can already see the mistakes he makes before he even makes them. All he can think about are those breasts and itâs like a virus in his brain. Damn you!
Even he can admit that it was a smart move.. Especially since you made him feel things he hasnât felt in YEARS. At this point arousal is a foreign concept to him. You flashing him was like him getting smacked with 5 semi-trucks of pure arousal. Even when he thinks about getting back at you he canât help but drift his mind back to that magnificent view you gave him. He.. actually respects it. You donât see many people bold enough to show their tits to a random stranger. He views you as a challenge, a worthy foe. And.. a quite attractive one at that.
Ji-Woon Hak:
For a moment that murderous smile was wiped off his face. Heâs had fans flash him before, but having his prey do so? Thatâs quite surprising. Ji-Woon never cared much for romantics, but he didnât have a problem with free eye-candy. Even if it were just for a moment. While it didnât exactly effect him, it did distract him long enough for your teammate to escape. Well done.
Recovers quite quickly though and decides that you are a far more valuable target. As said before, heâs seen tits plenty of times. Being flashed is something that doesnât exactly phase him anymore, though you were a slightly different story. A little surprised, but ultimately not very effective. Cute though..
Sees you as a worthy victim as well. One heâd like to see how else youâd try and defend yourself against him. For his own twisted pleasure he may just keep you alive. Heâll be checking out your behavior in trials to come. Heâd love to see what else you can bring to the table. Though heâs not gonna complain if you flash him again..
Evan Macmillan:
The one out of this bunch that actually gets severely effected by your little distraction. Itâs already difficult having to kill people against his will, having to live with constant pain rippling through his back, shoulders, and arms. It doesnât exactly help when an admittedly hot survivor suddenly flashes their magnificent tits right at him.
He wishes he could get you out of his head but he canât. For the rest of the trial you plague his mind, making it ever more difficult for him to focus and actually hit a damn survivor. In some ways itâs a motivator, making him more brutal for the remainder of the trial. Though at times he gets so distracted that he even steps in one of his traps, causing a bit of an injury he would have to brush off if he were to please the Entity. Heâs no weak man by any means, but itâs definitely been a while since heâs a seen a pair. Itâs.. gonna take him a bit to regain himself. Maybe even give you the sweet gift of forcefully pushing your head down into a bear trap just so he can think of killing again.
Evan may be a very tough, intimidating killer one wouldnât want to willingly approach, but it doesnât mean he doesnât feel lust. Itâs definitely a feeling he hides away, though it quickly erupts into something much more than that when you come around. After that trial he soon does get over it in the sense where heâs not getting constantly distracted during trials. Though he promises to himself that heâll never forget your face. Heâs not after you for the thrill of the hunt. Heâs after you for something much, much more than that.
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đ MAKE YOUR DREAMS NORMAL - 7 WEEKS UNTIL 2025 [GLOW UP SERIES] đ
So youâve tried to change your life a million and one times, but still you fuck up time and time again, still not learning those same lessons. Part of you feels like whatâs the point? Another affirmation, ANOTHER meditation. But the other part...the bigger part of you desperately wants this dream life thatâs so clear in your mind. You see it, you feel it. So why is it so difficult? Why can everyone else have something they desire with so much ease, yet when it comes to you, its like thereâs a wall between you and what's in your heart?Â
And this is because youâve turned your dreams, your vision, into something that is out of reach, itâs on a pedestal above you, and not accessible. Youâve become desperate and needy for your desires, when they actually need to feel normal for you.Â
It needs to feel normal for you to be debt free and in actual abundance. It needs to feel normal for you to look in the mirror and feel like you are the most beautiful and radiant person youâve ever laid eyes on. It needs to feel normal for you to have that once in a lifetime love, normal for to be spending your days building your business that makes your heart burst, normal to live in that ocean view mansion thats been on your Pinterest board since forever...Your dreams need to feel normal.Â
So how do you normalise what is currently not normal? How do you normalise feeling like a CEO of your dream business when you work a job you hate? How do you normalise being married when you are single and live alone? How do you normalise feeling in top health when you have pains in your body? How do you normalise abundance when you are broke and stressed?Â
You start practising the feeling. Youâve heard this a million times, but your mind doesnât know the difference between reality and imagination. So as you practise normalising the feelings of your desires. Youâre training your body and mind what it feels like to have your dreams before the events have happened. I can testify this works. When I lived in London in my shoebox apartment I would visualise daily my balcony and waking up to the ocean, I would visualise morning walks with my dog on the beach.. was I surprised when this become my reality in January, no? I had already primed my mind for my future. And this is what you need to do to move forward, but to accelerate this process these are the stepsâŠ
NOVEMBER 21 DAY CHALLENGE:Â
1] DAILY MEDITATION. I recommend Dr Joe Dispenza mediation each day for the rest of this month. These are POWERFUL & TRANSFORMATIONAL. To learn more about his approach I recommend reading âYou are the Placeboâ and âBecoming Supernaturalâ.Â
2] REPROGRAM SUBCONSCIOUS DAILY. Go on a rampage, speak life into yourself each day and record it on your phone (this needs to be replayed as often as possible daily). You are making a bold statement to your subconscious mind âItâs normal for me to live in the home of my dreams, it feels so natural to wake up to the ocean, I love this life, I love how good it feels to be here, I love the sound of the waves each morning, it makes me feel so at peaceâ etc etc you go into DETAIL. ~You get into the feeling. You record yourself and you play it back, this is the reprogram.Â
3] Act as ifâŠthe 1% method. This is your daily challenge to get into the feeling with action just 1%. Depending on your dreams and goals each day you take action that will put you into the feeling of already having your dream. For example, you go window shopping, PRETENDING to be the woman of your dreams, you try on clothes, you try on lingerie, you go get a coffee in the neighbourhood you wish to live in, you set your alarm at 5am one day because you are getting into CEO energy. You get the picture. Do one thing, just one thing per day, even if its something small, you get yourself into the energy of your desire, this is how you normalise it.Â
These three steps are GUARANTEED to create some ripples in your energy field. Your vibration will change, you will start feeling and seeing shifts over this next month. Stay committed. Stay receptive. Your dreams are possible, once you take action on normalising.
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Cauldron-born.
âI hadnât meant to hide this from you Rhysand,â Helionâs usual warm tone was replaced with something sterner, bolderâ unwavering.
A breeze pulled on your skirt, the floaty material rippling under the wind. It was always warm in Day, but now, with the appearance of uninvited guests, there was a coldness in the air you hadnât experienced before.
A bite that pulled at your skin raising goosebumps across your arms.
You guessed this reaction wasnât a rare occurrence when facing the Night Courts Inner Circle.
Helion shifted his weight, his body stood in front of yours in a protective manner. A nervousness emitted from his energy, an emotion that actually seemed strange to even be associated with him.
Helion wasnât the nervous type. Charming and flirtatious, bold and defiantâ not nervous.
Helion pushed his shoulders back, his stance flexing against the shadowy group that had just arrived.
They had shaken him.
Perhaps you were naive to think these people wouldnât, naive to believe you could live your life quietly. Slip through the cracks. Go unnoticed. No you were not destined for that, as much as your dear friend may have wanted that for you.
So if a quiet life was not meant to be, then you would at least claim it as yours.
With a light step you moved from behind Helion to his side, coming into full view of the group who had appeared unannounced in the courtyard. Your hand came to Helionâs gently, giving him a soft squeeze and light smile that stretched to your eyes.
How they had gotten through Day Courts shields didnât come as a surprise really. Helion had divulged how powerful the High Lord of the Night Court was. That if he really wanted to take them all down, then Helion suspected in that unrelenting pit of power Rhys probably could.
But despite this power, Rhys had never ravaged control over the land. Helion was fond of Rhys and his family, they were allies. Perhaps he would even consider them friendly.
And yet Helion hadnât told them about you.
Energies and rhythms rippled from their bodies, all with their own melody of colours unique to them floating towards you. Your eyes scanned over their features quickly, reading their expressions, the tight lines their faces made before one look pulled you to a hasty stop.
A hazel lock held you tightly as a males gaze ensnared you.
Golden rays broke through a midnight blue aura, trapping you in a moment that seemed to expand and retract all at once. He was the most beautiful male youâd ever laid eyes on, and it took every ounce of will power to pull your gaze from his.
There was a simmering at the pit of your stomach, something familiar and warm, and you swore you could hear singingâ
âShe is like us.â A female from the back of the crowd spoke, beautiful and sweet. Elain, you assumed. Her aura, one that resembled sunlight radiating in golden flicks. If you hadnât known who she was youâd had assumed she was a Day court resident from her glow alone.
Elain stepped forward, another female stepping beside her as if theyâd both been pulled by the same magnetic pulse to the front of the group.
This girl. This girl was Nesta. You were sure of it. That silver flickering aura licked at her skin, an energy so similar and yet so different to her sisters.
âHm..no not exactly like usâŠâ Elain seemed to mutter then, more to herself than anyone else. Her eyes scanning you as she tried to get a read, try and decipher what had pulled her here in the first place.
Why you had pulled them here.
âSomething other.â Nesta spoke.
You donât think sheâd actually intended for it to sound so venomous, but the words had snapped like poison. You noticed how for a split second there was a softeness in her energy. Whether she was regretful of her tone or not, you had flinched at the word.
Other.
Hm. Perhaps that was the best way to describe you.
Elain glanced at her sister, her face not changing as she digested Nestaâs words. There was a shuffling behind them, only slight and small. Would barely be noticeable if it wasnât so hard for you not to notice.
Him.
His scarred fingers twitched at his sides, shadows swirling around them as they peered over those giant black membranes that were drawn in at his back. A tattoo creeped up the side of his neck, peeking through his shirt as you followed up to his jaw. Black leatherâs covered his body, blue siphons shimmering under the setting sun. You tried so hard not to let your eyes wander back, but as though you had no control you gaze landed on his.
Only to find he was already staring.
Azriel.
Helion had mentioned him to you before and you recalled how you had rolled the name a few times in your mouth. The name feeling so foreign and familiar all at once.l that you couldnât help ripple the syllables on your tongue.
âNot cauldron-made, no not quite.â Elain had turned her attention back to you.
You had stepped forward now, stepped out from the shadow of Helion.
Stepped out to face what you had been avoiding.
âYou are Cauldron-born.â
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a/n: little rough draft of a new idea??! maybe?? I literally just came up with it and not really sure where I'm taking it hehe or if I even will. I know it's super vague so if an idea comes to mind when you read this then please share in the comment hehe
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Love Machine.
Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader (smut)
A/N: I got this idea while listening to a song with the same title. This was my first time writing for Leon, I hope it isn't too clunky or too short! I am slowly coming out of my hiatus, so my writing skills are a bit rusty, I need you all to give me a little grace for the next few posts in case they aren't great LOL. Love you all so much, thanks for your support!
Part Two: Here
Wordcount: 2.4K
Tags: sex doll/living sex robot (?), sex toys, oral (fem receiving), reader is called things like "pretty girl", p in v, creampie (but not really because he's a sex doll??), unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play
âWelcome in, can I help you find anything?â
(Y/N) gave the cashier a polite smile and shook her head as she walked past him at the check-out desk, trying to be as non-awkward as possible, especially since she was the only customer in the small store at that time of night. It was an in and out trip, she tried to convince herself of that. She needed something small, just enough to get the job done.Â
Normally, she wouldâve waited until the next day to run an errand like this, but days of stress had left her needy and frustrated, so when her trusty wand finally gave out on her mid-fun, she grabbed her car keys and headed out into the night.Â
Her eyes scanned the wall of toys in the back of the store. Pink and purple covered the shelves, vibrating toys and dildos being her main focus.Â
âMini-vibe, bullet vibe,â she mumbled, squatting down to read the boxes on the lower shelves. âWhatâs even the differenceâ?â
She settled on a purple rabbit vibrator. Its packaging was the least indicative of its contents, and it was on the smaller side. Easy to hide.Â
âWill that be all?â the cashier asked, looking over the box.Â
âYeah, that should be it.â
âYou know,â he said, giving her a wide grin, âI canât say I can suggest this one.â He held the box back out to her, waiting for her to take it. âWeâve gotten a lot of refunded purchases due to it.â
âOh, shit, really?â (Y/N) took the box back, tucking it under her arm. âOkay, uh, I guess I should ask what the best option would be, then?â
The cashier gave a nod and waved her over, lifting the divider between behind the counter and the rest of the store. âCome with me to the back, weâve got all the good stuff tucked away back there.â
She chewed the inside of her cheek, thinking about whether or not to follow him. She didnât immediately catch any red flags in his behavior: he was polite enough, no major creep-vibes. (Y/N) finally walked past the open divider and followed him into the stock room.Â
âSo, over here,â he said, waving his hand over a heavily stocked shelf, âis all the high-powered stuff. These over here have a high-customization level, lingerie over here, and over here ....âÂ
The man continued to go over the âhiddenâ options in the store, but (Y/N)âs eyes traveled over to a large, sheet-covered box.Â
âHey, whatâs that over there?â she asked, pointing at the box.Â
âOh, that? Thatâs new, uhm, probably a little out of your comfort zone, though, heâs a little advanced.â
âHe?â
The cashier sighed and stepped up to the box, gripping the corner of the sheet. âItâsâitâs a long story, but, here, have a look.â
He pulled the sheet down, dropping it to the cement floors of the room.
âWhat the fuck is that?!â
A blond man stood in the plain box, the only adornment on the cardboard being his name in bolded letters: Leon. His eyes were closed, his hands sat idly beside his sides, and his body stood bare before them both.
âHis name is Leon, heâs a prototype for a new line of responsive sex dolls. I mean, most of the bugs are out of the system, heâs not faulty or anything.â
(Y/N) walked up to the box and scratched the cellophane covering, trying to get his attention. âIs he awake? Or on, I guess?â
âNah, he has to be set up, thereâs a manual in the box, I think,â the man replied, bending down to pick the sheet back up to throw over Leonâs box. Just as he began to shake the sheet off, clearing the residual dirt off of it, (Y/N) spoke again.
âHow much for him?â
She mentally smacked herself for asking. There was no doubt he was expensive, hell, he probably wasnât even up for sale.
âYou want him?â He raised his eyebrow, looking the girl up and down, confusion painting his features.
âIâ I donât know, can I have him? How much?â
He crossed his arms for a moment, thinking. âHeâs not for sale, per se, butâ so, listen, okay?â
âYeah?â
âYou can have him for free, okay? But if you arenât satisfied with him, you canât bring him back here, youâre stuck with âem.â He held his hand out expectantly. âDeal?â
âDeal,â she said, taking his hand quickly, giving it a few affirming shakes.
The boxcutter in her hand worked quickly, slicing open the cellophane. (Y/N) bunched up the plastic and threw it to a random corner in her bedroom, turning back to face Leon. She gave him a testing poke, and when he didnât respond she turned that poke into a gentle tapping on the side of his face.
âLeon?â The name felt like acid on her tongue, guilt already creeping through her. âWake up.â
She dropped her hand from his face and guided it further down his chest. The synthetic skin felt real, almost in an uncanny way. He was warm to the touch, not plastic-y and cold like how she assumed other sex dolls felt.Â
âCome on, big boy.â she muttered, pulling Leonâs large, heavy body out of the box and placing him on his feet near her bed. âWhereâs yourâ? Oh, got it.â (Y/N) snatched the instruction manual from the box. The print was foggy, and some words were horribly misspelled, but she flipped through the pages and located the directions page. She read the page to herself quietly. âI am Leon, your AI-powered male sex doll. The setup process of a Leon doll is extremely easy. To turn me on, just set my dial. After that, just sit back and let me love you for a little while!âÂ
(Y/N) walked a small circle around him in search of his âon-switch.â She found it right on the back of his neck, almost hidden by his swoop of blond hair. On the silver dial sat three options: Off, gentle, and rough. A hand rose and ticked the dial to gentle. She stepped away from him quickly after hitting the switch, nervous to see what would happen.
His eyes opened slowly, and a weak blue light beamed from them, scanning outwards before shutting off completely. A grin slowly spread across Leonâs all-too-real features as he powered on.Â
âHey there, pretty girl,â he said, standing still in her room, only moving his head to face her. âLooks like you could use some company.â
âUh, hello.â Her mouth was dry as she spoke, feeling like she made a bad decision the second he had snapped to life.Â
âHm, why donât you come closer to me? I donât bite,â Leon paused before cheekily adding âunless you want me to.â He took her in his arms and let his eyes drift down her body. He eased her shirt over her head and tried to undo the clasps of her bra.
âWhat are you doing?â She tried to pull away but he held her in place.
âYou have all your clothes, but Iâm exposed over here. Thatâs not so fair, is it?â He looked down at his hardened length, ushering her to look down with him.
Her eyes widened a bit. âWhen did you even get hardâ?â
âIâm always hard around pretty girls like you.â He slipped off her bra and groped her breasts with his large, somewhat calloused hands. âLook at these, baby. You have pretty tits, and a pretty face, huh?âÂ
A hum left her throat as she felt his head dip down and take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the bud, latching on to properly suck it after a few teasing moments. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped onto it tightly, whining at the feeling of his mouth popping off of her tit.Â
âBet youâre getting wet from this, arenât you?â His voice was airy and muffled while he spoke. He left open mouthed licks over her pebbled nipples, grazing over them with his tongueâs warmth.
She gave a weak nod in return.
âMm, maybe I should take care of that,â he chuckled lightly and lowered himself to his knees. âGonna let me take these off you?â He tugged at the waistband of her shorts.
âGâhead,â (Y/N) said, feeling her thighs rub against each other impatiently.Â
He pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving her in just her panties. She shuddered at the feeling of his tongue darting across the cotton covering her wet center. Again, Leon laughed a bit at her reaction and licked a heavier stripe against the fabric. When he was rewarded with a gasp from her open mouth, he pulled the panties to the side and pressed his tongue at her slit.
âFâFuck, that feels good,â she whined, hand still messily buried in his hair.Â
Leon kept his eyes on her the whole time, not letting a moment pass where his blue irises werenât piercing hers.Â
His tongue dipped out of her entrance and moved up to her clit. He fidgeted with it, trying to see which motion worked best on her, and settled on a circular movement. The longer he sat slotted between her thighs, her knees thrown over his shoulders, the more frequently he felt her cunt jump from pleasure. He placed his tongue hard on her clit, giving it rough, pressured licks.Â
âAlmost there, Iâm close,â (Y/N) said, feeling a coil form in her stomach. She had felt this with other toys, but by far, Leon was the best at the job. âDonât stop,â she hummed, voice catching in her throat while he moved his head side to side, dragging his mouth sloppily over her cunt.
A string of profanities escaped her mouth when she felt her orgasm hit. A sputtering wave of warmth flushed through her body, her pussy clenching around nothing.Â
âThatâs it, good job,â Leon cooed. He held his hand up to her face expectantly. âSpit.â
Her mind already felt melted, like it couldâve oozed out of her brain at any minute. She mindlessly complied with him, spitting onto his lengthy fingers.
âAhâ! Sâtoo much, Leon.â
âNo, no, you can take it. Iâll be gentle, I know you want another one,â he said with a slightly mocking tone. âGreedy girl needs something to fill her up.â Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he groaned at the feeling of her slick walls still fluttering. âYâhavenât even recovered from the first one, but Iâm gonna give you another one,â he said, curling his fingers, âgonna be twice as strong.â
âFuck, itâs too much,â (Y/N) knew her sobs of pleasure were pathetic sounding, but she couldnât muster anything else up as she tried to push his wrist down and away, not being able to stand the feeling of his two fingers prodding at her most sensitive spot.Â
âDonât fight it,â he warned, ânot when youâre so close. Yeah, I feel you getting all tight on me. Mm, youâre gonna love how it feels, it only gets better from here, pretty girl.âÂ
Leon became more aggressive with his movement, moving his whole arm as his fingers jammed in and out of her. (Y/N) was lost in her ecstasy. Her hands shook and flew aimlessly before taking purchase of Leonâs shoulders and holding onto them, nails digging into the skin.
Her second release, as promised, was much stronger. Her legs clamped around him, her moans came out in long, shaky intervals, and her brain was mush. She couldnât force herself to focus on anything but the cum dripping out of her cunt and down Leonâs fingers and forearm. She screwed her eyes shut, feeling even the dim light of her bedroom to be too much for her now fucked-out, slutty head to handle.Â
She hardly noticed when he had placed on her back in the bed with her legs spread. Not until he guided his cock across her folds, tapping the head of it against her swollen, abused clit.Â
âMore?â she asked, voice breaking and weak. âCanât take it ânymore.â
âCâmon, sweet thing, you can give me one more, canât you? Just one more?â He whispered into her ear, slowly pushing into her, holding himself back.Â
âJusâ one? No more after that?â
âMhm, just one.â Leon bottomed out and stretched her walls with his girth. The tip of his cock gave sweet, shallow kisses to her cervixâs tip, gently pressing into it with each thrust. His hips rocked into her, but he felt his dick being forced out of her walls, pushed out of her heat. âEven after all that, still tight fâme.â He slid back in, rougher this time, trying to keep himself inside. âNeed somethinâ to stretch you out, baby. Good thing yâgot me now.â
His hands were placed under her knees, scooping and holding them apart while he fucked her. He slowly transitioned from fucking and burrying his cock into her, to bringing her body forward, bouncing her on his cock.Â
âLeonââ
âHush, now, youâre okay. Mm,â he wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, âlook at how you take it. Itâs like you were made to be used like this, sweet girl. Maybe youâd be better off as a toy.âÂ
She moaned at this, feeling her cunt twitch at his words.
âYeah? You like that?â Leonâs eyebrow raised at her a bit, teeth barring in smirk. âYou like being a little toy. Beingâ oh, fuck, youâre enjoying this so much. Your pretty little face...â
(Y/N) threw her arms over his neck, pulling him closer to her body. Their chests pressed together, her sweat slick between them both. âGod, Leon, please!â
Leon pressed his mouth on her to quiet her down, swallowing her moans as their tongues and teeth gnashed against each other. He winced as (Y/N) bit down on his lip, choking back her sobs when she clamped down on his cock. Taking this as a sign, Leon emptied his thick, synthetic cum into her.Â
Once he pulled out, a mixture of both of their cum pumped out, gushing and wetting in between her thighs.
âGood job, baby,â he said, stroking her face, grinning at the warmth of her cheek. âYou did so well, getting all cockdrunk for me. To think I was being gentle. Wanna try my rough mode out for size?â He joked, letting his hand grip her hip.Â
âGoodnight, Leon,â she responded, unimpressed at his teasing and tired from what he had done to her. She brought her hand to the back of his neck and turned his dial to âoff.'
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appropiate what's yours.
we know we can manifest our dream lives, have your desires, yadda yadda yadda⊠but can you actually do it? see, the ability to manifest is something we all possess. but the willingness to actually act on that is something that some people may need practice in.
to desire and to decide.
to have a desire is easy. we all do, eventually. nevertheless, to claim a desire as yours and appropriate it as such is a whole other step. it requires you to be bold, decisive and focused on what you want to manifest. if you have no problem demanding and accepting things you want to have to be yours, thatâs 1 good for you and 2 you are free to either skip this post or read along.
all states belong to you.
now, for those who still need a bit of assistance: you need to learn to declare things as yours. it is of importance to become comfortable in your mind and to realise that any desire, any state, and any feeling is accessible to you. they all belong to you and you shall act like it. there is truly nothing embarrassing, haughty or delusional about it.
the only creator of mind.
see, no one's gonna steal your desires from you. no one's going to say "no" and call you out for wanting things without earning or deserving them. in fact, no one could ever get in your way because they donât have the free will to do so. people are just you pushed out, a reflection of your imagination, a physical embodiment of what has once only existed imaginatively. and that means⊠the only person who could possibly interfere with your plans is you. again, nothing and no one outside of you exists.
the mind is limitless.
in case no one has told you, your mind is actually yours! it belongs to you! so USE it. this may come off as a little funny since itâs quite self-explanatory but you are allowed to think the thoughts you desire to think, to feel the feelings you'd like to feel, to decide how your reality should look like according to your personal preference and accept it as such. it's all up to you because your mind is yours. i canât get in there and tell you what to think of. i can't stop you. and i certainly canât tell you "no, this is impossible/unrealistic/illogical to manifest".
don't wish, just be.
donât tell me who you donât want to be. donât tell me what you wish, hope or pray to be. instead, tell me who you are. what is it that you want to have? what is it that you want to experience? how would you want your life to look like? whatever it is that you want â if you know what it is â appropriate it. stop holding yourself back by only desiring things. stop stopping yourself. we all have desires we would want to make a reality, so go further.
it is now yours, only.
take it. itâs yours. you have given it to yourself. itâs done. i cannot take it from you, your sp cannot do it either, nor does anyone have the power to remove anything from you what you have already identified with. if you say itâs yours, baby, then it has no other choice but to be yours âŠ
with love, ella.
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Ascendant in the Solar Return Chart
The Ascendant in your Solar Return chart sets the tone for your year ahead, highlighting the themes and energies you'll encounter. This key placement shapes how you present yourself, initiate new beginnings, and approach the world during this specific year.
Aries
With Aries rising, this year is all about new beginnings and taking bold actions. Youâll feel a surge of confidence and assertiveness, ready to tackle challenges head-on. This is a year to initiate projects, embrace your independence, and lead with courage. Expect dynamic changes and opportunities to assert your individuality.
Taurus
A Taurus Ascendant brings a focus on stability and building solid foundations. This year emphasizes comfort, security, and enjoying the finer things in life. You'll seek to create a sense of peace and contentment in your surroundings. Financial matters and personal values will take center stage, urging you to cultivate patience and persistence.
Gemini
With Gemini rising, communication and versatility are key themes. This year encourages curiosity, learning, and social interactions. Youâll find yourself exploring new ideas, connecting with others, and embracing a more adaptable approach to life. Stay open to new experiences and be prepared for a lively, mentally stimulating year.
Cancer
A Cancer Ascendant brings emotional depth and a focus on home and family. This year, youâll prioritize your emotional well-being and nurturing relationships. Creating a supportive and comforting environment will be important. You'll be more intuitive and sensitive, drawing strength from your inner world and close connections.
Leo
With Leo rising, this year is all about self-expression and shining brightly. Youâll feel a surge of creativity, confidence, and a desire for recognition. This is a time to embrace your passions, take center stage, and lead with your heart. Expect opportunities to showcase your talents and step into the spotlight.
Virgo
A Virgo Ascendant emphasizes practicality and attention to detail. This year, youâll focus on improving your routines, health, and daily responsibilities. Efficiency and organization will be your guiding principles. Youâll seek to refine your skills, serve others, and create a sense of order in your life.
Libra
With Libra rising, relationships and harmony take center stage. This year encourages cooperation, balance, and cultivating meaningful connections. Youâll strive for fairness and seek to create beauty in your surroundings. Social interactions and partnerships will play a crucial role, urging you to find equilibrium in all areas of life.
Scorpio
A Scorpio Ascendant brings intensity and transformation. This year, youâll delve deep into your emotions and seek profound changes. It's a time for releasing old patterns, embracing your inner power, and undergoing personal growth. Expect to uncover hidden truths and experience significant emotional breakthroughs.
Sagittarius
With Sagittarius rising, adventure and expansion are key themes. This year, youâll seek new horizons, knowledge, and experiences that broaden your perspective. Optimism and enthusiasm will guide you. Travel, higher learning, and philosophical pursuits will be highlighted, encouraging you to explore the world and your beliefs.
Capricorn
A Capricorn Ascendant brings a focus on ambition and long-term goals. This year, youâll prioritize discipline, responsibility, and building a strong foundation for your future. Career matters and personal achievements will take center stage. Youâll be determined to reach your objectives and gain recognition for your efforts.
Aquarius
With Aquarius rising, this year emphasizes innovation and individuality. Youâll seek to break free from conventions and embrace your unique path. Friendships, social causes, and visionary ideas will be important. This is a time to explore new technologies, embrace change, and connect with like-minded individuals.
Pisces
A Pisces Ascendant brings a focus on compassion and spirituality. This year, youâll be more in tune with your intuition and inner world. Creativity, empathy, and a desire to help others will guide you. Youâll seek to transcend the material realm and find deeper meaning in your experiences. It's a year for dreaming, healing, and embracing your spiritual journey.
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I live for your wiring everydayđđ Could I please request a Heian-Era Sukuna and reader in an arranged marriage scenario? Something like she wants to give him a kiss but feels shy đđ»đđ»
đ . âź The room was dimly lit, the flicker of candlelight casting long shadows against the ancient stone walls of Sukunaâs grand estate. You sat at the edge of a low table, nervously smoothing out the fabric of your elegant robes, heart racing as you glanced at the towering figure seated across from you. The King of Curses himselfâyour husband.
You hadnât asked for this marriage, but it was necessary. A union forged in power and strategy, a way to keep peace between your clan and his immense, fearsome influence. Sukuna, in all his terrifying glory, had agreed to the arrangement without much thought. It wasnât like him to care about human matters.
But here you were. Bound to him by ceremony, with little idea of how to act around him. Every time you looked at him, your heart fluttered in your chestânot from fear, but from something you hadnât anticipated.
There was something undeniably captivating about him, despite his fierce appearance. His four muscular arms rested lazily at his sides, his crimson eyes glinting with something unreadable as he sat back on his throne-like seat, watching you closely.
He hadnât spoken much since the marriage. Youâd exchanged only brief conversations, and while Sukuna wasnât exactly the talkative type, there was a certain tension in the air that you couldnât ignore. It was like he was waiting for something. Watching you.
And right now, all you wanted to do was give him a kiss.
But the very thought of it made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. How were you supposed to be so bold? You werenât used to thisâwerenât used to him. And yet, every time you looked at his lips, the urge grew stronger.
Sukuna shifted in his seat, and you noticed the way his gaze sharpened, like he could sense your inner turmoil. He was good at thatâpicking up on the smallest of details, even though you tried your best to remain composed.
âWhat is it, woman?â His voice rumbled, low and commanding. âYouâve been sitting there for ages, staring at me like youâve lost your tongue.â
You swallowed hard, your hands fidgeting with the sleeves of your robe. âItâs nothing,â you said quickly, though your voice betrayed youâsoft, hesitant.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. His four arms uncrossed, and he leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming in the dim light. âLying to me, are you?â he murmured, his tone dark, but with a hint of amusement.
Your cheeks burned hotter, and you averted your gaze, heart pounding in your chest. You couldnât exactly tell him the truth, could you? That you were dying to kiss him? The thought seemed ridiculousâhe was Sukuna, the King of Curses. What kind of human bride just leaned over and kissed him?
But your silence was all the answer he needed.
Sukuna let out a low chuckle, a sound that made your stomach twist in knots. âSo, you do want something,â he said, his eyes never leaving yours. âOut with it, then.â
You bit your lip, unsure of how to even begin to explain. The silence stretched, heavy and filled with tension, until finally, you couldnât take it anymore. You stood up abruptly, your legs feeling wobbly as you stepped closer to him, your eyes glued to the floor.
âI⊠I wanted toâŠâ you started, your voice barely above a whisper, âgive you a kiss.â
The words hung in the air, and you braced yourself for some kind of mocking response, expecting Sukuna to laugh at your sudden burst of courage.
But instead, there was a pause. A long, tense pause that made your heart race even faster.
When you finally gathered the courage to look up at him, you saw something unexpected. His crimson eyes were focused on you, but not with the disdain you thought youâd see. Instead, there was a flicker of something elseâcuriosity, perhaps? Amusement? He remained still, his expression unreadable, but his gaze was piercing.
Sukuna leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smirk. âA kiss, hm?â he mused, his voice deep and rich with amusement. âAnd here I thought you were too shy to ask.â
You felt your face flush even more, heat crawling up your neck as his teasing words washed over you. âI justâŠâ You trailed off, suddenly too embarrassed to continue.
But Sukuna wasnât one to let you squirm for long. He leaned forward again, his four arms moving in a languid, graceful motion as he reached out to you. His large handsâstrong and warmâgently grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, lifting you effortlessly until you were perched on his lap.
Your breath hitched as you found yourself face-to-face with him, his towering form making you feel small in comparison. His smirk widened, and you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked down at you, clearly enjoying your flustered state.
âWell?â he said, his voice low and almost⊠playful. âAre you going to kiss me or not?â
Your heart leapt in your chest, and for a moment, you were frozen, unsure of how to respond. But then, with a surge of courage, you leaned forward, pressing a soft, hesitant kiss to his lips.
His lips were warm and surprisingly soft against yours, and for a second, Sukuna didnât move. But then, his arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer as he returned the kissâslow, deliberate, with an intensity that made your head spin. It wasnât harsh or forceful, but it was powerful, like everything Sukuna did.
When you finally pulled back, breathless and a little dazed, Sukuna let out a low chuckle. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he tilted his head slightly, watching you with an almost predatory gaze.
âNot bad for a shy little wife,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. âBut next time, donât make me wait so long.â
You blushed furiously, burying your face in his chest to hide your embarrassment. Sukuna just laughed softly, his arms holding you close as he nuzzled into your hair, his voice a soft rumble against your skin.
âDonât think this means Iâll go easy on you,â he teased, his tone both playful and dangerous. âBut I suppose I can tolerate these kisses.â
Despite the teasing, there was something warm and protective in the way he held you, and you couldnât help but smile to yourself. Maybe this marriage wasnât so terrifying after all .á Öč â ê±
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