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I really like Shilo as a character because I can't tell if he's really manipulative on purpose or if he's just a Guy who's dominating people on accident because it's part of his nature
#shilo bathory#prince shilo#jrwi shilo#the suckening#jrwi#just roll with it#bizly plays him in a way it coulf be either#and i love it#i think he probably thinks people just do things he wants them to do cause hes the prince#eg the first time at club crepuscule where he flat out said “i didnt know i was doing that”#but for all we know he could be lying#Like a liar would#i like to think its a healthy mix of both
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breedable
pairing: husband!san x reader
cw: explicit (18+), raging breeding-kink, unprotected sex (no condom, yes other contraceptives), needy/whiny!san, cuteness/sexiness aggression (^^look AT THOSE ADORABLE PICS), not dub-con because you're not actually forcing san to have a child - its just a fantasy and san respects the responsible day dreaming -- oh, and this is NOT beta-read.
wc: 1.6k
note: reverse breeding kink turns my mind into a slushie
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you have a special type of aggression when it comes to your husband.
while there's the usual cuteness aggression that makes you want to pinch his cheeks and tickle him until he's a giggling mess -- or the alternative "awe-infused-aggression," that makes you want to crawl all over him and worship his body (because he's built like a god) -- this special aggression is a mix of the two.
you call it the "i-need-to-pass-on-his-genes-with-mine" or the breeding-aggression. you see his perfect, docile face -- the cute way his brows scrunch together whenever he's feeling too much, the way his chiseled abs clench as he holds himself back -- and it sets a fire in your horny soul.
typically, when one describes a breeding kink, it involves someone wanting to impregnate the other person in an act of love and possession. of course, the other person is wholeheartedly egging them on because they, too, want to carry their baby.
in this case, however, you work hard to fuck him to get you pregnant.
you may wonder, "is that not exactly the same thing as a normal breeding kink?," which will be responded with a, "no, because san is a smart boy and he doesn't want a child at the moment -- that is, not until you're both done achieving your dreams and settled into a family-friendly environment."
san is the sensible one in the relationship, while you play the role of a feral cat in heat. he always insists on a condom or some birth control while you immediately embrace your inner horny demon and cannot go a week without begging him to fill you up like a boston cream donut.
you often think he's just playing the role of the timid damsel, begging for mercy before getting thoroughly ravished because he always ends up giving in.
at first, this obsession started with an accidental and harmless mistake.
you forgot to get condoms.
neither of you realized it until you stuck your hand into the bedside drawer, only to come up empty handed.
san, the sweetheart he is, offered to run to the store to get some. but before he could leave, you pulled him back and convinced him that one time without it wouldn't hurt. you can always take the morning after pill. right?
and you thought that was that.
but once you saw the way his cute lashes fluttered as he entered you, eyes shiny from how lost he was in the pleasure -- maybe something clicked for you. maybe.
and maybe, when you felt how his body shivered, finally feeling your warmth without any barriers, and how his cock throbbed within you, you knew this would turn into an addiction.
a dangerous one.
then when he came inside, painting your walls in his warmth before pulling out to reveal his sloppy mess, your brain chemistry became altered in a way that would change the course of desires for the rest of your life.
and then, pushing his love back in so affectionately with his fingers, eyes glazed over in awe and hunger, you knew something changed within him as well -- as much as he'd deny it. he already started to get hard again from seeing how he dripped from your perfect cunt.
and so, after that fateful night, you tried to hold back, knowing that taking the morning-after pill often wasn't healthy (and, of course, you and san weren't ready for kids yet).
this didn't stop you from imagining how his cum would feel if there wasn't a barrier between you every time you fucked. or how pretty he'd be as your baby daddy, claiming you as his own as he gives you the perfect little family.
ok, and fine, maybe you 'forgot' to buy condoms a few more times after that. and maybe you made it a habit to make him cum a few times before fucking him so he'd be a little less attentive to the missing condoms just so you can feel him gushing out of you once more.
but that's neither here nor there.
...
ok, so, maybe it was here.
and there.
here, in the house -- on the couch during movie night, on the bed in the morning, on the kitchen counter when you saw him in that cute little frilly apron he borrowed from you, in the shower when he got back from the gym.
and there, outside the house -- messily in the car(s), in a tight dressing room, spontaneously in a lake, in a utility closet at his work (don't ask) -- so you had to find a sustainable solution quickly.
it finally got to the point where you made a doctor's appointment to get on birth control because you knew you wouldn't be able to hold yourself back anymore. the pull-out method wasn't going to work for long, and you knew san was struggling to deny your whiny begs to be filled.
now, you can say whatever you want and he'll be the obedient husband that he is.
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"cum in me, sannie..." you whisper in his ear, rolling your hips and perfectly arching your back so you can press your hot body against his. "don't you want to make me a mommy?"
you admire how his cute face scrunches up as you speed up on top of him. he's flushed a pretty scarlet, from his chiseled chest to his cheeks -- a product of your merciless teasing and edging from earlier in the evening.
"b-baby," he meets your motions smoothly, eyes squeezed shut as his body struggles to bear with the sensations of your soft heat wrapped around him. "fuck, i-i'm..."
"...you're...?" you ask, mockingly. you lightly rake your nails against the back of his neck. the action never fails to make him shiver and buck against you. you let out a short gasp as the feeling of him suddenly fully thrusting into you nearly knocks the air out of you. he's hitting that sweet sweet spot inside of you now -- and it's making you almost as delirious as the man under you.
"p-please..."
"c'mon, hubby, i wanna feel it dripping out of me," you sigh dreamily. your lips barely brush over his neck as you speak, "then you can shove it back in and make sure it keeps, right~"
"yes, yes, anything--" he mumbles, head tilted back in ecstasy. his large hands grip around your waist, guiding your body like a glorified cock sleeve, up and down his cock just right. you swear you're starting to see white spots in your vision as he continues to use your body.
you love it when he's like this. tunnel visioned and desperate to reach that explosive feeling of stuffing you full of his cum. your eyes roll back as he continues to nudge against that soft spot inside of you.
"u-uh, san..." a familiar and addictive exhilarating heat blooms from your core and proliferates through every nerve in your body before you even realize it. you bite your lip to keep you from drooling as your body starts to shake in his hold.
the shockwave of pleasure makes you clench around him, making you impossibly tight around him as he continues to thrust into you.
"fuck," he groans at the feeling of you fluttering around him. he struggles to keep up his pace as he gives into his pleasure. you can feel his abs clench against you as his hips begin to stutter to meet yours. "take it, baby. i need you to t-take it all for me."
"give it to me. i need it."
he pulls your body down and gives one last punishing snap of his hips to press himself deep inside of you as he finishes with a broken moan.
as he cums inside of you, his body trembles, overwhelmed by his orgasm, the press of your perfect body against his, the heated air surrounding the two of you, and the panted breath leaving your precious lips.
his arms wrap around you, holding you close, as he nuzzles his face against your neck, pressing soft and sweet kisses to your sticky skin.
as you both start to calm down, san lifts his face from the crook of your neck to look up at you.
"baby?" he gently brushes some hair from your face so he can get a good look at your flushed expression, "i think i'm ready." he has such a cute little smile on his face as he stares up at you with adoring eyes.
"ready?" you ask, still trying to come down from the pleasure infused fog that has settled over your mind.
"i think we should start baby-making, for real."
a silence sits in between you as you stare at him in disbelief. you weren't expecting your sensible and responsible husband to suddenly propose such a life altering idea to you.
you're suddenly pulled out from your warm post-orgasm deliriousness.
"...san. are you sure?"
he looks down at your connected bodies, at your baby-less stomach and the sticky mess that's now dripping onto his thighs. and then you feel him twitch inside of you.
oh.
"i-- yeah."
not convincing.
(at least not in the state you're in)
"yeah, no." you shake your head, fully aware of his wandering thoughts. "let's talk about this when we're fully clothed, okay."
who knew you'd be promoted to be the sensible one?
#san x reader#san x you#san smut#ateez x reader#ateez x you#ateez smut#choi san x reader#san choi x reader#choi san smut#san choi smut#san ateez x reader#san ateez smut#husband!san
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i have so many thoughts on the squid entity and i cannot share them with either of my Thoughts People so. skip the tags if you are avoiding endgame spoilers.
#type: thoughts#i saw a post about morally gray characters and like#it's a very complex Guy. but from#tav: aria#'s pov it's both less complex and more complex#and im chewing on their dynamic again#she feels responsible for how everything ends. she can't stand him. he's familiar and almost comforting by the end. the silence is deafenin#she tried to kill it. it manipulated and lied to her at every opportunity. she mabipulated and lied back. it held a whole ass person captiv#for an indefinite amount of time.#like this is not a healthy dynamic. but she has so much regret about how things end#AND THEY WERE BOTH BEING MANIPULATED BY THE BRAIN.#<- critical To Her. bc the brain brought them to the end. thru him. so how much of a victim was he. in her mind she drove him back to the#brain in the end out of his own complete lack of options. to the one thing he wanted to escape. and In Her Mind#she did so by Not Being Willing to sacrifice#ch: orpheus#when presented with impossible odds. she looked for alternatives she *tried*#but when#ch: the emperor#is the one she has to sacrifice when facing impossible odds (the wrath of a would-be god vs the wrath of a would-be god)#it's 'i have to'. BEFORE SHE EVEN KNOWS HOW MUCH LYING ITS BEEN DOING.#(which Actually made her trust it less than she ends up trusting it but#anyway.)#i think its genuinely top five regrets from the entire adventure. its moonrise/yanna/him. shes a little messed up#tav: beithir#playing the role of her ansur it makes everything so much more complicated for her#bc in my canon. when it reacts negatively to Bronze Dragon Bestie it loses some Points.#and then when she finds out *why*. its a very mixed bag. bc on the one hand how could you ever but on the other#i know Exactly how. and that horrifies her.#bg3 spoilers#woetp: fiddlehead soup
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Heyyyyy gator, idk if you're an invincible show only but if you know anything about him I'd love some Sinister Mark x reader HCs he's my favorite freak (iykyk)
Sinister Mark Grayson x male reader
Headcanons
I love sinister Mark, hes a fuckass weirdo. I wanna keep him in my pocket in a jar so i can shake him. Cannibalism as a metaphor for love? No. Actual cannibalism as a symbol of love. All the alt Marks matter so much to me, I wanna love them all...
TW for blood, mentions of cannibalism, sinister Mark stuff.
I honestly do not think you could have anything like a healthy relationship with Sinister Mark. Either, you are his pet that he tortures and owns, not loves. Or you are just as strong as him, or stronger, and you are both monsters.
That, or its one of those situations where you are stronger than him, chill, and keep him in check like someone with a muzzled dog. All “he don't bite” after Mark just ripped someone in half.
I think this version of Mark would struggle to outright love somebody. Being so morbid also means you have some disconnect with your emotions, especially healthy ones.
It might just start out as possession and obsession. He would see you and decide you are interesting, his property. Or you are someone strong enough to be his rival, or to pose a challenge, so he wouldn't leave you alone.
Maybe, it can evolve into love, but it would still be a very twisted and uncomfortable version of love.
Sinister Mark is the type of guy who would hurt you, sometimes on accident, sometimes not. If things don't go his way, it wouldn't be beyond him to harm you, or try.
If you are someone stronger than him, then he would still try, since trying to overpower you is something that intrigues him.
I couldn't see sinister Mark being soft and caring the same way normal Mark is. He might have his moments where he just wants to be held or would even kiss you and pet your hair. But they are rare and far between. Especially after the whole stranded situation.
If he survives the whole invincible war arc, and comes back to you in some way, then he would be even more cracked than you are used too.
I don't really think a guy like him can go to therapy, so the closest he can get is you, and major part of him doesn't want to appear weak in front of you, which results in him being even more unpredictable.
If you are stronger then him, or just as strong as him anyways, you might need to actually beat some sense into him. You can't get him to be like normal Mark, never, but you can at least get him to calm down a little and listen.
This is also just a headcanon I have for all versions of Mark, but I think one of the greatest ways to calm him is to pull him against your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat.
I don't believe that Viltrumites purr like I do kryptonians. And I don't think the heart has any special meaning amongst their people. I just think Mark likes to know you are alive and has memorized how your heart sounds.
Did you guys know some people have a kink for heart beats? Yeah. I think this Mark has that, and not just yours. I can see him being a lil freak, ripping peoples beating hearts out because it gets him hot and bothered.
Sinister mark would use murder and cannibalism as foreplay. If you eat people too, then he's panting and running (flying?) in circles like an excited puppy. He would try to lick your mouth and face, to lap up all the blood and gore mixed with your spit.
Lord have mercy if you have a healing factor that can keep up with him. I think Mark would go crazy, dopey wild and feral smile on his face as he almost starts salivating.
If it hurts too much, then he's sure there's some kinda drugs that will keep you comfortable so he can take chunks out of you, but keep you aware through it.
If you have neither of these, I still think this Marks treats your blood and other bodily fluids like ambrosia. Imagine just cutting your finger so he can lick and suck at it when he's behaved himself.
It just ends up pavloving him to be extra sensitive to the smell of your blood. Like, he would end up able to pick your blood out of hundreds of samples because he's just printed it onto his brain.
Hes a freak, and I love him. Dating him would be miserable unless you match his freak, or you keep him as a pet.
#male reader#invincible#mark grayson#sinister mark#capevincible#i am not calling him that...#evil mark grayson#alternate invincible#invincible x male reader#invincible x reader#invincible imagine#invincible headcanon#mark grayson x male reader#mark grayson x reader#mark grayson imagine#mark grayson headcanon#sinister mark x male reader#sinister mark x reader#sinister mark imagine#sinister mark headcanon
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Can I get a headless horsemen!reader thats one of the killer's with the other in forsaken? Please and thank you!🙏😔
OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A GENIUS IDEA WHAAAATTTTT
oh this will be FUNN🤤🤤
im deadass half asleep writing this so there are gonna be some typos but ion care and i will NOT be rereading 🤞💔
defo OOC,, coughs loudly
enjoy mwah
Forsaken Killers × Headless Horseman!Reader
1×1×1×1。𖦹°‧
Well he was,, quite shocked to see you here.
She HAS met you once, before you got stuck in this living hell, it was during halloween when you were haunting some robloxians, it was just a quick pass by and you probably didnt even notice them,,
You're probably one of the only 'people' that she has even a bit respect for, after all, you are the infamous legend that makes robloxians shiver.
He tried talking to you once, although after hearing your voice, basically thundering, she stammered a bit before giving up and saying that they have something to do, some kind of cheap excuse not to embarras himself further. NOBODY needs to know that he stuttered. She will rip any witnesses to shreds.
He likes spectating you, watching your gameplay as you server-wipe with incredible speed,
She hopes that somehow you DID notice him and think of them too,,,, you just keep spinning around in her head
John Doe
Hes,,,, confused, (as always)
He has also met you before, he just doesnt remember.
Sometimes when he looks at you, his memories go back a little bit, small glimpses of his past coming back to him.
Hes one of the only robloxians that arent scared of you, its pretty hard for him to be scared when he cant proxess emotions properly
Most of the time he just,, stares. and thats pretty much it. He stares and stares, his gaze completely blank.
You cant really tell what hes thinking about, you can only guess,,
forsaken!Jason𓌏་༘࿐
Well, hes seen you a few times
You guys are both one of the more 'popular' horror mascots when it comes to halloween, so there was no need for introduction when you arrived once again.
You guys,, didnt talk a lot,, but still got along pretty well
Silent nods of acknowledgement and pats on the back for a server wipe mostly.
it was a pretty healthy 'relationship', if you can call it that.
C00lkidd.✶ ⋆ (PLANTONIC!!)
he thinks youre REALLY cool,,
although, he was a bit scared at first
Mostly because his dad, on halloween night, used to tell him stories about you, that you punish bad kids for staying up past their bedtime or something along these lines,,
Youre not so scary tho!!1! (in his eyes)
Definetly gives you his drawing from time to time, mostly starring you and Daredevil(your horse)
Wether you accept them or deny them is your choice (He will be really sad and walk away with a frown for the rest of the day if you dont take them,,)
He annoys you from time to time, but youre just used to it, so you just go along with it,,
Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ
Jesus,, this guy,,
The first killer to come up to you, and the one with the balls to even do it.
He immediately starts asking some random questions about you, about your head and how that hole in your neck (where your head is supposed to be) works, i think you know where hes trying to get with this,,
A nuisance to you, is what he is. His flirty remarks and empty promises on what he will do once you all get out of here. Its all just to get under your skin (at least from your point of view)
He does it mostly to piss you off, and for the love of the game. But a part of him has to admit that you are quite attractive (at least from what HE finds attractive,,,,)
He just thinks youre playing hard to get, and you think hes just annoying. Pretty much it.
Mafioso🂱⚔
Well, hes quite scared of you.
No thats not true,, hes not scared of anything! Maybe just a little bit,, wary of you,,
He has given you some nasty looks (mostly on accident,) and when you turn to look at him, he quickly turns away from embarrasment.
Pretty mixed signals,,
He told his men multiple times to watch out if they are next to you, probably cause hes worried about them. AND hes heard a lot of diffrent things about you from multiple legends,
After a while, when he sees you as a bit,, less,, of a threat he tries talking to you. And aside from the way you talk mostly in fancy, old words (similar to Dusekkar) you were quite nice, enjoyable company, even.
Maybe youre not so bad after all
erm,, hi!!1!
*gets booed and thrown with tomatoes
owh,,,,.. ow,, owguys,, guys,, cut it out guys,,,,ouch,,,,,,,
#forsaken x reader#1x1x1x1#1x1x1x1 x reader#john doe#john doe forsaken#john doe x reader#mafioso#mafioso forsaken#mafioso x reader#noli#noli x reader#noli forsaken#jason forsaken#forsaken jason#coolkidd#c00lkidd#c00lkid#coolkid forsaken#coolkidd forsaken
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First of all, hello
What is Atom's love language?
I like the fingers referring to the characters' love language, It's very interesting.
(I apologize if something is not understood, English is not my native language)
Greetings from Mexico 🇲🇽, take care of yourself, eat and drink water in a healthy way please ^^
//RUBS HANDS THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME HERE IT IS 💜
This is about the most ✨self-indulgent✨ I can get with one of my characters because Atom is just about the BIGGEST simp there is among the cast. Here you go:
•┈••♡❤ Atom's Love Language(s) ❤♡••┈•
When you're on the receiving end; Mixed 🫴🎁💖
The thing with Atom is that it is entirely committed to returning the favor you did for them so long ago, like they said, "their kind answer action in spades."
And if that means providing every single whim your human heart desired, this could translate to offering both gifts and acts of service.
It is devoting it's entire being to that task (literally!) while you're staying on that ship.
I wish I could wax poetry here but it wants to be your vacuum cleaner, your Ford Cortina, your coffee pot, your leccy meter, your portable heater, your setting lotion. //lyr
You name it, Atom will become it!!
Nothing makes it happier than to pamper you like they strongly believe you should be for being their silver lining in darkness, their luna nova.
If Atom had the vocabulary to gush about you I would add words of affirmation here too. Alas, they only have themselves to give and hope you understand just how devoted they were to you for the rest of their life without saying it outright.
They just really really really love you, okay?
When it's on the receiving end; Physical Touch 🫂💕
Boy, where do I start! Touchstarved lads you're in for a treat.
It can't can't can't get the feeling of your gloves enclosing it so gently all those months ago out of its mindddd.
They wish to replicate that feeling by touching you anytime they can. Absolutely fascinated with your hands, in complete awe these were the ones that brought it to safety. They are nuzzling against your palms as we speak!
It's fully aware most humans get the ick when it comes to touching worms so while they wish they could touch you directly, most of the time it'll stay inside the suit.
It can sense touch from any part of the suit, so their helmet, gloves, boots, soles even, anywhere really.
They go bonkers for a headpat, go insane for a little peck on the glass of their helm. Hug them and they might implode.
If you're touch-averse, it'll try to respect it but they're gonna be vibrating from restrained effort the entire time sorry.
To the point if they're desperate, they'll just end up with tunnel vision on your presence at all times since they can feel through the ship, hyperfixating on the weight of your boots against the metal grating if they have to, literally worshipping you at your feet.
Overall their favorite activity is cuddling for sure and if you reciprocate, you'll find that they are very compact and huggable, 10/10.
In my deranged moments I've always wondered what it's like to hug the Michelin man and I think hugging Atom will feel similar.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
#astronought vn#atom ask#did you know the michelin mascot has a name and his name is bibendum#how did we get here i was yapping about atom#i think atom possessed me for a second#anyways#did you KNOW this CAN OF WORMS loves YOU
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𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
(astrology observations)


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🖼️: Moon in the 8th house has a lot of deep meanings behind it and the sad part is that sometimes it can cause pain/suffering but it comes with its good things as well if you have your moon at 8° or 20° you can feel the same
🖼️:Water Moon + Fire Sun combo in your chart gives a vibe of both short temper + chill temper, is like a mix between a spicy and sour seasonings
🖼️: Ascendant at 4°, 16° 28° degrees have the cutest face expressions (Cancer Energy), like when they smile or make a specific face
🖼️: Ascendant at 10°, 22° degrees can give you a beautiful looking face and in general your body too, so many people out where look stunning with those degrees on the ascendant
🖼️:Those with Jupiter in the sign of Cancer/4th house can feel the most lucky when they think about their family or creating their own families, it gives them an excitement energy
🖼️: Most people will argue about this but Venus in Scorpio is tricky as hell with the relationships because Venus is in detriment, Scorpio Venus may not know how to act when they're in love or in a relationship
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🖼️: Sagittarius Risings will 100% wanna look for someone who is very communicative with them, and someone who can express their feelings in a relationship (Gemini in the 7th house)
🖼️:Moon in Capricorn/Moon in the 10th house natives can be the ones who have a hard time with telling their true feelings, most of them are close people and don't want to get hurt
🖼️: Lilith asteroid (1181) aspecting Mercury gets excited about hearing other people's voice, like some voice can turn them up just by hearing them
🖼️: Saturn in the 10th house feels like a dad who is constantly watching over you, because Saturn feels at home here is a healthy placements for Saturn and let's say Saturn transforms into a dad figure
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🖼️: Chiron in Aries/ at 1°, 13°, 25° degrees can struggle with their anger issues or having a hard time to calm themselves sometimes having a hard time to focus on themselves too and tends to forget about things that make them happy
🖼️: Taurus in the 4th house/Venus in the 4th house > They don't express their sensuality often but when they do people get stunned by it. Most natives with this energy make people to feel safe and at home/peace
🖼️: Most Taurus Risings i know have such cute voices and I think is because they have Gemini and cancer rulling their 2nd and 3rd houses (The combo of air + water makes this energy). Definitely they got the physical touch love sign with their Scorpio in the 7th house
🖼️: When it comes to the past I think South Node in the 9th/12th and 8th house makes the native to wonder a lot of about it or to have a lot of questions towards their past lives
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🖼️: Natives with 5th house empty usually don't want kids, until there is some love asteroid like, for example i have asteroid Aphrodite (1388) in this house but overall my house is empty (no planets just asteroids) and I don't want or wish kids
🖼️: I think Air Risings and Air Moons are the most social people out there because of their open communicative aura/social skills/ they're pretty ambient in their energy as well and they have a good humour tho
🖼️: Sun in the 1st house natives makes the native to be so determined and focused towards their life, they're so ambitious and powerful and their energy overall is just amazing
🖼️: Neptune aspecting Pluto or Uranus makes the native so spiritual, like is amazing they're getting more wise with their age and more mature
🖼️: Neptune in the 12th house has a surreal needy of getting closer with other people's feelings/like they want to know your soul first and before all
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🖼️: Pisces/Cancer and Virgo placements especially Moon are vey underatted when it comes to being clingy and clinginess, they're so clingy but they don't show it at first
🖼️: Virgo Risings have a very dirty way of talking because of their Scorpio in the 3rd house, they're so so so dirty in talking (when angry they may cuss a lot)
🖼️: Taurus Lilith is so so touchy and needy but they dont usually show it...like they will give you some signs or indications but most of these natives are just hidden sensualists
🖼️: Be careful if you have Lilith in Cancer or Lilith in the 4th house or at Cancer Degrees because you can "absorb" in a way the negative things from your mother, and the meaning of this placement is to NOT be like your mother (you know what I mean like in toxic ways or tendencies)
🖼️: You will never know what is going through the mind of the Uranus in the 1st house, they are thinking at multiple things at once and often can get distracted
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🖼️: Groom asteroid in your 9th house can indicate having a foreign spouse (if you are attracted to men) if you are attracted to women check Briede asteroid
Asteroids Codes: 5129, 19029
🖼️: Groom 5129 in the 12th house can indicate soulmates or twin flames, maybe even a karmic partner, someone's who's very passionate and sensitive
🖼️: Mercury aspecting Neptune or Mars (Or having those planets in the same house) makes the native "sharp mind - sharp tongue", they are extremely intelligent but can also fool people
🖼️: Jupiter aspecting Venus (all aspects) are so beautiful, when Jupiter aspects Venus it expands your beauty/charm/love to everyone and puts you in the spotlight
🖼️: Jupiter aspecting the Ascendant are the most underrated when it comes to beauty in Astrology, Jupiter literally is blessing you when is touching the ascendant
🖼️: Scorpio/Aquarius/Pisces/ Risings are having 2 ruler planets that can influence their lives, check your both ruler planets when you have one of these 3 risings. Look for Mars and Pluto for Scorpio/Look for Jupiter and Neptune with Pisces/Look for Saturn and Uranus with Aquarius 💅🏼


✨ With all the love, bless you all! ✨
✨ From the past, present or future ✨
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The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Final Part
Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk X FemReader
Healthy mix of Angst and Fluff.
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Buggy
Dee woke up first, feeling the scratching of wood on his face. Sitting up quickly he saw they were in a cell- more accurately the brig of a ship. Sitting up quickly he felt his head throbbing in discomfort, he saw Bee also knocked out and shook him hard.
"Get up-" He hissed, smacking Bee across the cheek which snapped him away.
"What the h-" Dee slammed his hand against his brothers lips quickly. Bee noticing were they were and rubbing the side of his head. Dee carefully removing his hand-
"We have to be quiet..."
"Do you remeber what happened?" Bee questioned, Dee shaking his head. It was all too fuzzy for him to remeber.
"Doesnt matter.. we just gotta get out of here" Bee nodded at this and both kids stood up, Dee deciding to climb to the top of the cell greatful he had been in the crowsnest for a while and learned how to climb the mast.
"Hey this ship is old enough, I think if we push in this plank will pop up and we can try and shimmy our way up"
Bee followed his twins lead and climbed up next to him- Both beginning to push on the plank and pry it from its position. Dee greatful they were both skinny kids slipped his way through the open planking the dim space before pulling Bee up behind him. Once in they looked around.
They stared in awe- realizing this is must have been were they were stashing the treasure- it was small just big enough for the twins to stand with an inch of head space above them.
Bee grabbed some gold coins and shoved them into his pocket with a greedy smile. However Dee eyes went to a series of 3 boxes nearly stuck in a corner, kneeling down as he grabbed one and cracked it open seeing some odd looking fruit.
"Did you find food?" Bee said appearing like the Imp he was and peering down at it- it was boxes of fruit. Both boys groaned at the sight, You forced them to eat fruit most the time since they didn't really have a taste for healthy. Bee picked up the first one he saw and held it with one hand and frowned-
"That's it? Just some old fruit? They don't even have chocolate?" He grumbled figuring better tasting stuff was more valuable.
"Just shut up and eat it- We don't know if we will get food again" Dee argued back, Grabbing one from the box as well. Insync the two took a bite of their respective fruits and shivered in disgust as they tasted it. Bee barely able to swallow the first bite and quickly chucked it at a wall-
"What the hell was that!?" He yelled, Dee chewing his own in disgust before his eyes widened as he covered his brothers mouth. But it was far too late. Heavy footsteps quickly marched above them and both boys hit as the secret hatch above them opened- they saw a large pale man frowning as he looked at his secret treasures, he had a big purple fur coat, a wide brim hat that matched, way too small of eyes that made him look squashed like a pug. As he looked around clearly keeping an eye on his treasure Dee unfortunately was not keeping an eye on Bee who had grabbed a gold Dagger from the collection of goods and stabbed the captians hand. The large man yelled and jumped back-
Just like with all things- It seemed improve was Bee's go to!
Like two little rabbits both boys rushed out of the hiding hole and rushed out the Captian's Quarters while the blinged out Captian yelled and yanked the knife from his hand.
Dee and Bee ran through the halls of the ship, This wasn't like their dad's so it was difficult to navigate. However as if luck was on their side they rushed to the Main Deck- there they saw the ship and crew-
It was like they got flash banged by glitter- All the crew mates were wearing sequence in some way while the ship looked like someone had dunked it in cheap glitter and rhinestones.
"Did we get kidnapped by literally the lamest pirates?-" Bee questioned as the crew looked at the twins in shock.
"The hostages are escaping!!!" A crewmate yelled as all hell broke loose, The boys scrambled and darted in different directions. Dodging and lacing through the grown men at best they could- the boys were quite literally running laps around these idiots and having them knock into each other-
"Enough!!" What was assumed was the first mate held a gun up and fired directly at Dee clearly not caring about keeping a hostage for ransom anymore.
Dee stood in shock as the bullet came right at him- Before silence. Bee stood there in shock as Dee slowly looked down, There sat the bullet perfectly stuck to his chest. Carefully he pulled it off him and dropped it to the ground. Shocked just as much as the Crew members.
"THEY MUST HAVE EATEN A DEVIL FRUIT! THROW THEM OVERBOARD!!"
The Crew yelled before the grown men all charged at the boys- Dee picking up an oar and ready to defend himself. Till the oar didn't come off his hands- he started to wave it around wildly to get it off, Hitting the men in the process of doing so.
"Sorry!!" He yelled as he tried to kick off the oar from his hands but it smacked a guy in his teeth and landed perfectly back in his grasp sticking once again. His feet sticking to the ground as he bent backwards as a guy jumped at him and jumped into the sea around them.
"I-Im sorry!-" Dee cried as he spun around and the oar stuck to him swung and smacked another pirate inbetween the legs.
The oar finally unsticking from his hands and falling to the floor with a unflattering thud.
He looked to hear cackling as he watched Bee have the damn time of his life- He bounced like a spring everywhere, going incredibly fast as he punched different crewmates with the force of the abilities.
It seemed everytime Bee swung a wave of force would come out of him sending men flying at kicks and punches. He laughed loudly at this and looked on at the destruction he was causing.
Once all the crew mates were knocked out the hard steps and laughter from the Lower Deck caught their attention. The massive Captian clapping in praise as he walked up to the Main Deck.
"The Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam Fruit- Fitting you two would stumble upon it! One makes you Just sticky enough that nothing on the outside can harm you just stick, while the Bam Bam fruit lets you double your natural abilties every time you hit it twice"
The Captian bellowed as he stared down at the two boys- Pulling off his coat with a laugh revealing the many gold chains on his body and heavy rings on his fingers.
"Behold a true devil fruit! The Bling Bling Fruit!" He yelled as he clapped his hands and his whole body turned into glittering gold before punching the ground hard shattering thay part of the deck, The boys jumped out of the way of the impact.
"Too bad it won't keep you from being crusted to death!!" He yelled as he began to jump and use himself as a human Canonball- The boys barely dodging the attacks, the few times Bee tried to make a hit the mental just hurt his hands and made him jump away.
The Blinged out Captian continue to terrorize the boys, as well as landing blows on them that they barely were able to escape.
The Captian laughed loudly as the two boys were just trying a means to escape at this point, The older man hitting Dee who flung overboard barely able to stick to the side of the ship to keep from hitting the water.
"DANNY!" Bee called out as he rushed to pull his brother up. As he did so he saw the Captian power up and jump ready to crush to two under his weight.
"BLING BLING CRUSSH- OOF!-" He cried out as a Special Muggy Ball suddently smacked into his back exploding and propelled him into the ocean past the two kids. Both boys frozen as they saw The Big Top ship came into View, Buggy at the front as massive hooks came to the side of the blinged out ship and pulled it close.
"DAD!!!" Both boys cried out, Buggy and You rushing from the Big Top to the smaller pirate ship quickly and towards the twins. Buggy using his Chop Chop abilities to grab both twins from so close to the rails and pull them close.
"Oh thank Heavens you're alright!!" You cried out as you kissed their faces, tears rushing down your cheeks as you held them both close.
"How did you find us?" Bee fried out, As you smoothed your hand over his and Dee's face.
"You don't make your ship shiny cause you turn into a sailing Lighthouse thay anyone can track-" Buggy pointed out as he gestured to the glittery ship.
"Are you two hurt? Oh my goodness is that a busted lip!?" You cried as you looked at Dee's face.
"We are okay, we did most of the damage anyway! And the bullets didn't hurt me!"
"Yeah We were beating them all up too! And fought the whole crew with our awesome abilties!!" Bee yelled excitedly.
Buggy froze at this like a record scratch, staring at his sons with the most deadpan stare he could possibly muster as his eye twitched.
"Boys- Please elaborate on what the hell you mean by that?-" He asked as he put one of each hand on his shoulder and kneeled down to their eyelevel.
Bee grinned widely at this as he giggled excitedly, before snacking Dee and his hand sticking to his brothers face. Dee glared at this and yanked him off him aggressively before kicking his brother in the shin- making Bee cry out and hop on one leg, of course after that second jump he shot through the air.
Buggy giving his signature scream in shock before his hands flew out and grabbed Bee quickly before he flew into the ocean.
"YOU TWO ATE DEVIL FRUITS?!" He screamed out as he brought back bee carefully and proceeded to grill them on finding out how and why-
"Yeah the Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam fruit!!" Boy boys said in unison.
They ate a devil fruit- both ate a devil fruit... you turned away and felt your body stagger a bit as the words that Buggy was screaming in panic about to the twins was mumbled on you-
Both of them... Cursed to never swim... while you're out on sea... and both of them are pre-teen boys that don't listen...
You didn't remeber your face smashing into the main deck due to you fainting- However you sure as hell felt it when next thing you know Buggy is fanning your face and holding you in his lap in panic. Your boys standing around you as well and a few crewmates with a wet rag for you and a first aid kit.
"Buggy... please tell me your genes did not win and have not one...but both our twins eat a devil fruit"
You whimper out, Buggy wincing at your words a little and nodding that unfortunately it was true-
"Oh dear Gods..." You sigh- almost ready to faint again.
"Mommy I promise we won't cause any trouble" You heard Bee said, his voice softer then normal as he was clearly worried. Dee nodding in agreement as he too looked worried that you were mad at them.
"I know my loves- I... it's just very dangerous"
You say softly, Sitting up with the help of Biggy who rubs your back in comfort. Dee and Bee stand there nervous for a moment, before Dee whispers to his brother who grins and reach into his baggy pants pockets.
"Here Mommy! I have just the thing to show we will be okay- TAHA!" He yelled out as he pulled out two large handfuls of treasure.
Both you and Buggy's jaw drops at the sight. "Where did you get that!?" You yell and Dee smiles at this.
"On that ship we escaped" He said proudly, Buggy started in saying to bring it to the treasure room but the boys refused. Saying it was theirs and they would hide it in the best spot! Running from the both of you laughing as they plotted their treasure spot.
"I suppose a Pirates life is for them" You said with a tired chuckle, staring at the two as they ran away to the lower deck. Buggy helped you stand fully this time, not bothering to chase the kids for their nice lump of treasure.
"They will be amazing pirates for sure- and great men"
Feeling a arm around your waist, glancing up with a raised brow to see Buggy wide grin.
"You know, I haven't gotten that much time with the boys especially in those important younger years. I did miss so much and wish I got to experience those baby years as a Dad"
You slowly raised your brow as your eyes narrowed at the man who continued to grin with mischief in his eyes.
"What if we-"
You sent him a glare that made him smile nervously.
"Hell Fucking No-"
Shanks
It had been about 6 months since Shanks had returned into Vivians life. It had been slow going but getting there. The two had days were it was just them together and you could see that spark in Vivian's eye slowly coming back as her and Shanks hung out more-
Today was one of those days, Both having returned from a day out boating and having a picnic.
"Hey Mommy! We're home!" Vivian yelled put holding the empty picnic basket in her arms as Shanks smiled at you.
"Hey you two, How was today's boating adventure?" You ask, Smirking at the proud smile on Shanks face as Vivian began to mindlessly chatter about how much fun she had with Shanks. The man was clearly doing everything in his power to make it up to Vivian.
"I'm glad you two had fun"
As you speak this a wash off a odd feeling it you- You lean against the countertop, feeling lighthearted and dizzy. Assuming you had first thought you may have over worked yourself or not had enough water.
"(Y/N)?.." You hear Shanks call out to you as you felt odd. Closing your eyes as you staggered and fell being barely caught by a panic Shanks who called your name but the words warping before you feel unconscious.
When the doctor had arrived he had done every test imaginable and came out with grim results. An illness that couldn't be cursed and only be drawn out- he did everything he could in terms of medication however you all knew it was grim. Vivian took the news worse then anyone, insisting that you could improve if she did more. You and Shanks both having to slow her down and keep her from having a breakdown at that.
It had been a month since your diagnosis and you knew you were rapidly falling apart. Your legs being the first thing that went- you lips starting to get a sickly shade of blue and pain coursing through your form at all times. Vivian having decided to try and become a sort of care taker for you despite Shanks being there who helped you daily, she was desperate in wanting you to get better and it broke your heart to see-
"It's okay Mommy, you'll get better. Just takes time"
Laying in bed you watch Vivican fuss with your blankets talking about keeping you warm so you could get better. However you knew you wouldn't... your time was approaching and there wasn't anything to be done.
"Vi.. could you do me a favor and run to the market to get my favorite icecream?" You ask softly, watching her nod and run downstairs to do as you asked. Leaving you and Shanks alone, there was a few moments of silence before you sighed.
"Shanks... when I'm gone please take Vivian with you... she can't be alone" Shanks opened his mouth, most likely yo protest you dying but you held a hand up calmly.
"I know what will be happening to me... and in truth, I don't want to suffer either.. which is the second thing I need to ask of you-"
You saw his eyes water at this, bowing his head at the words. You knew you were asking too much of him- But he was the only one you trusted now and needed his help.
"What do you want done?..." He asked softly, his voice barely over a whisper.
"First... I want to have a nice dinner with all of you- And I want to tuck Vivian in... after she goes to bed.. me and you share one final drink together"
You say calmly, reaching over to grab the bottle of pain pills the doctor had given you. Holding the bottle out to him, his resolve cracking at this as tears rolled down his cheeks. Clutching the bottle hard and nodding.
"Okay... I can do that... And after?" He spoke between tears and trying to control his emotions. Tears running down your own cheeks at this point.
"Cremation.. and my ashes spread in the sea... the most beautiful place you can think of"
Shanks nodded at this tears running down his cheeks as he slipped the bottle into his jacket pocket for later.
When Vivian got back she was met with a surprising display, both her parents in the kitchen cooking. You seated on one of the chairs slowly and carefully cutting up ingredients while her father was stood adding it to different pots and mixing it with a spoon.
"Ah Vi, Thank you for the ice cream love. Wanna help us make dinner?"
Vivian smiled widely at this and nodded. It turned into a wonderful time together, the family making a wonderful curry dinner that was filled with laughter and nice stories- You and Shanks talking about your guys dating in the past, Vivian felt like she was in cloud nine. You were smiling and cheerful while Shanks was attentive and kind.
Once having your fill and eating the ice cream together Vivian watched you and Shanks together. After the family time Shanks carried you upstairs to Vivian's room were you read to her, kissing her forehead and tucking her in to the best of your abilities.
That evening once Vivian was put to bed Shanks laid you back in your own, careful in his task as he tucked you in with his hand and added several pillows to make you comforble.
Once laid out he grabbed two bottles of Rum. With shaking hands he added the crushed up pain pills in one and mixed it calmly before handing it to you.
Tears rolling down both of your guys cheeks as you both sat there together. Shanks leaned over and gently kisses your lips, sniffling as tears rushed down his cheek.
"I want to say I love you (Y/N)... and you have blessed me with not only your presence but our beautiful daughter.."
You smile at his kind words, returning the kiss and caressing his cheek.
"I love you too Shanks, you are a wonderful man who made me a Mother to a beautiful daughter.. I know you'll take wonderful care of her"
Holding your bottle up you both cheers and take the first sip of many, At this you two drink that night and for the final time.
When day rose, you were gone. Vivian had been woken up by the sound of the doctor talking, rushing out to see him and Shanks talking calmly his face red from crying. She rushed to him and peered into your room were a white sheet covered your form. Her eyes widening and her body running cold at the sight- She didn't even hear the words from Shanks as he laid a hand on her shoulder.
She stepped forward and he followed silently behind as she took a seat on the bed and touched the outline of your hand. Tears running down her cheeks as she looked on at your covered form, her hand hesitating in wanting to lift the shroud but stopped herself. Instead looking at Shanks who was silently crying while standing there.
"W-Was she in pain?" She asked, Shanks shook his head no at this. Vi nodded softly at this, before standing up from her seat and stepping towards Shanks and pressed her face against him- slowly her sobs began to fill the room as she wrapped her arms around his leg and cried. Shanks placing a hand on her head as he let her, she needed to cry.
The next few days had been a blur, Vivian had said her final goodbyes to you, crying by your side before the doctor took your body to he cremated. Shanks took control, he had organized the memorial, picked up the ashes to bring with him on his journey to sea and been with Vivian every step of the way. Vivian keeping the rights to the house and bakery when she wished to return, as well as packing up her room to be set onto his ship.
It was so much going on and all too quickly, yet it seemed like he was watching it in slow motion. Watching how Vivian looked out at sea or held the apron you always wore, it was hard for her yet she seemed to understand and accept it as well.
"Vivian.. are you ready?" Shanks called out, Stepping into her empty room as he crew took the last few boxes to his ship. She was standing there looking out the window holding your apron. Snapping from her thoughts she looked at him and nodded, folding the apron and putting it in her suitcase before following Shanks silently.
Once to the ship Vivian hesitated for a while, standing there as she watched the ship bustle to set sail as quickly as possible. She turned to look at the island, holding her suitcase still as the wind picked up through her red hair.
Vivian stood there, tears running down her cheeks as she looked out at what had once been her home with you.. her life that she knew with you was gone.
Feeling a hand on her back she looked up to see Shanks, looking as glum as her as he looked down at her. No words would be a comfort to her, they both knew that... but ironically they would only have each other from now on and the memories of you to keep them floating.
Mihawk
It was like clash of the titans in your home- Ever since you and Mihawk's tumble on the couch.
Mihawk and Alucare seemed to be constantly and silently fighting with each other. While they claimed it was training you were pretty sure Alucare taking a razor to the back of Mihawk's head was not apart of training or the need for Mihawk to quite literally toss his son to the other side of the island as punishment.
However it seemed in some way they were getting along- mainly when the two did real training in the orchard by your home. Since Alucare had a interest in blades Mihaek had taken up to training him- even procuring a curved sword he called a kilij to train him with. Alucare had taken up to this training well and had been getting better everyday. It had genuinely turned into a rather picturesque family envirment for the past few months much to your delight.
Today was just the same, Alucare and Mihawk up at dawn to train- Then silently fighting with each other, you cleaned up from breakfast and right on cue Mihawk walked in having let Alucare leave for school taking a seat at the dining room table.
You two shared a small conversation with each other as Mihawk unwined, you pausing however to take a break.
You rubbed your lower back in mild discomfort, you didn't notice Mihawk's gaze on you. How his eyes lingered on your form as you moved through the house.
"Dinner? Sure we can have dinner together next week, sounds like fun- Oh before I forget let me get you some tea-"
"Let me" You heard him say, and stand up quickly. Gesturing for you to take a seat quickly as he went to make the tea.
"It's okay Mih-"
"You're back hurts. It's more then acceptable to make my own tea and for you to rest.. You shouldn't work yourself so hard" Mihawk says calmly and surprises you by how he just took over the kitchen and sets down a cup of lavender tea, you raised a brow at this since he normally drank black.
"It's just mild back pain-" You pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him. Something was clearly up.
"Let's go to the doctors... if you are uncomfortable it's safer" He insisted as he took a seat and sipped his own tea ignoring your hard stares.
"...You know something don't you?-" You point out adding some honey to the lavender tea. But he stays quiet and continued to sip his tea.
At first you refuses to go to the doctors, hoping to prybit out of Mihawk what he was hiding- However the man just kept pestering you to go. It only took a few hours of his nagging for you to decide to go.
A few hours passing and Alucare returned, Clearly having decided to skip classes again to just return home. Walking in cautiously to see Mihawk in the kitchen and you nowhere to be found.
"Where is mom?" Alucare asked as he saw Mihawk quickly chopping vegetables-
"She will be returning shortly-" was all he said, but Alucare knew that tone. The old man was up to something.
The door slammed open and both men turned in surprise looking like two startled black cats with their fur raised- You were never one to flare your temper but oh boy did you look pissed. Holding a paper in your hand and glaring hard at Mihawk.
"You knew!!" You yelled pointing at him, Alucare stepping to the side out of the line of fire. Mihawk lowered the cooking knife and turned to look at you as you stomped forward.
"What did the doctor say?" He asked calmly, a almost playful tone on his face as you tossed the paper directly to his chest which he caught and began reading through carefully.
"You knew you got me pregnant again! You knew this whole damn time didn't you!!" You yelled, Alucare jaw dropping at the news and clearly now wanting to leave the room.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" He said calmly as he read through the paper, a smirk on his face as he read through it. You snatch the doctors paper from his hands that indicated you were in the early stages of pregnancy.
"You knew!- You ass!" You blush flustered as you hold the papers. Mihawk staring at you blankly and shrugging slightly like he didn't know what you were talking about- You placed your hand on your hips and narrowed your gaze.
"Damn it Mihawk we are both too old for a baby! Besides I can't fit a newborn in this house its-"
"Come move in with me" Mihawk said, this surprised you and Alucare together over how serious Mihawk seemed about this.
"I have missed the birth of one of my children already.. as well as you being forced to raise him on his own- I will not allow it a second time... I want both of you to move in with me" He explained, Gesturing to both of you with his hands. An air of silence followed.
"Mihawk- I couldn't just mooch off of you, I mean what would they think if just a random person moved into your home? I-I wou-" You were cut off again with a raised hand.
"You wouldnt be mooching off of me, you will be my wife and if anyone who dares come to my island has an issue with you as my wife they will learn quickly not to-"
Pause. Wife? Your eyebrows raised at hearing this, your cheeks feeling far too warm and chest fluttering.
Alucare looking slightly surprised by this as well.
"Wife? Since when have you married my mother?-" Alucare demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I planned on asking next week, however things have changed with the arrival of your sibling. So I'm asking now" He said bluntly.
That's when it clicked, thay dinner that Mihawk had asked you to join him at- That ment he was most likely going to propose then to you and ask you anyway to be his wife-
You covered your mouth in shock at this revolution. Mihawk smiled calmly at this, as he stepped closer to you. Alucare scrunched his face up in disgust at being caught in this sort of emotional situation.
"...If you're still interested I'd prefer to ask now. The ring order won't be ready till tommorow however..." Mihawk admitted as he placed his hands on your hips. Tears welling up in your eyes and you nodded.
"Yes, I will marry you-" You whisper out, Hugging the man you were so close to castrating just moments ago. Mihawk returning the gesture calmly as his hand settled on your waist.
"We will be moved out by the end of this week, it will be a bit of a sail to my Island so I will make sure everything is safe for the journey" He stated calmly, Alucare looking ready to barf at this point.
"I get no say in this do I-" Alucare asked as he stared at both of you.
"No."
"No-"
And that was that.
It seemed Mihawk really did manage to do as said, by the weeks end he had purchased a larger ship since he didn't think the Hitsugibune sea craft he usually used would carry you all comforbly and keep you safe. So he purchased a larger sea vessel, hiring also some local men to pack up the house and load everything onto the ship- Since your house was tiny it didn't take long.
Mihawk hadn't let you lift a finger- when you offered to help move things or even to cook lunch to bring on the journey he had refused and took the task himself. Alucare had also been weirdly okay with this all, he hadn't made a lot of friends in school so he wasnt attached to that- He'd explored all of the island and neighboring islands as well so he didn't care about the area-
Just like Mihawk had said, by the end of the week the small family was ready to depart- everything had been packed, enough food for up to 6 people to last a year instead of 3 as well as every supply imaginable.
You held Mihawk's had as he escorted you on the ship- still helicopering you. One hand on your lower back as he lead you on board.
"Mihawk Dear I'm not made of glass" You giggle softly, seeing the rather focused look on his eyes as he made sure you were fine while on board.
"I'm aware, but I wish for your safety only Darling" He says softly, Making you blush deeply and turn away in surprise. Alucare followed behind and rolled his eyed at the flirting between his parents.
Alucare looked at the island he had called home for the last time, feeling the tug of the small ship as it pulled from the docks ready to set sail.
This was the start of a new life.. and while he would never say it- he was excited for whatever was to come.
Author Note:
WOW! This sure has been one hell of a journey! I'm so glad that all of you have enjoyed these stories and have given me the chance to write for so many of you! These series has gifted me my first 800+ followers to my page and I couldn't be happier!
As a way to celebrate and yelp organize these stories I have organized them and put them on AO3! That and with some extra stories to go with them! They are also separated into individual stories as well!
Twice as Difficult Buggy x Reader and Twins
Memories that Wait Shanks x Reader and Vivian
Copy and Paste Mihawk x Reader and Alucare
Thank you all again and I hope to see you all soon!
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i’ve always loved the piastri sis lore because the sibling dynamic is so healthy but just to switch it up a little bit in the tiny verstappen!sis universe i can imagine her skipping out on the WDC celebrations with max and be with charles instead and max is a little mad at her at qatar until kelly knocks sense into him 🥰
verstappen!sister was one of the first f1 fics i ever posted 🥺🥺 its kinda heartwarming that you guys still remember it and want to read more about them! it was nice to take a dip into that little world agai, i hope you like this!
READ VERSTAPPEN!YN HERE
The neon lights of Las Vegas blurred through as you rushed through the paddock, your heart torn between two directions. Behind you, the thunderous celebration at Red Bull's garage continued – your brother Max had just sealed his fourth world championship. Any other day, you'd be right there, spraying champagne and screaming until your voice gave out.
But right now, all you could think about was Charles.
You found him in the Ferrari cooldown room, still in his race suit, head in his hands. He looked up when you entered, those green eyes stormy with frustration.
"Mon coeur," he whispered, and despite his evident pain, his lips curved into a small smile at the sight of you. "You're here."
You crossed the room quickly, wrapping your arms around him. He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply. "Of course I'm here. Always."
"I had it," he mumbled against your skin. "I had the pace, the position... everything. Then they called me in at the worst possible moment—" His voice cracked slightly.
You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I know, baby. I watched the whole thing."
Charles pulled back slightly, cupping your face with both hands. "You should be celebrating with Max, though. It's his championship. I don't want to take you away from that."
"You're not taking me anywhere," you said firmly, pressing your forehead to his. "I choose to be here."
He kissed you softly, gratefully. "Je t'aime. What did I do to deserve you?"
"Existed," you smiled against his lips. "Come on, let's get you out of here."
As you were leaving the cooldown room, hand in hand with Charles, you nearly collided with Max in the corridor. Your brother was still in his race suit, championship cap askew, smelling of champagne and victory.
"YN?" His voice was smaller than usual. "Where were you? Everyone was asking... we were all celebrating and you just disappeared."
Guilt twisted in your stomach. "Max, I'm so sorry, I—"
"She was with me," Charles said quietly, squeezing your hand.
Max's face fell slightly, though he tried to hide it. "Oh." He looked between you both, jaw working like he was trying to find the right words. "I thought... it's the championship, YN. Our fourth championship."
"I know," you said, stepping forward to hug him tightly. "And I'm so, so proud of you. You were incredible out there. But Charles needed me."
Max returned the hug, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders. When he pulled back, his expression was complicated – hurt mixed with resignation.
"Sure, whatever. Stay with your boyfriend." He shook his head, jaw clenched. "It's fine. Not like it's my fourth world championship or anything."
The sarcasm in his voice cut deep. Before you could respond, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you and Charles standing in the corridor.
The next morning, you found Max in the hotel gym, pounding away at a treadmill despite probably being hungover from the celebrations. You knew your brother well enough to recognize when he was working out his frustrations physically.
"Max," you called out softly.
He didn't look at you, just kept running. "Shouldn't you be with Charles?"
"Can we talk? Please?"
He jabbed at the treadmill controls, slowing to a stop. When he finally turned to face you, his expression was guarded. "About what? About how you ditched your own brother's championship celebration to comfort your boyfriend? Because he finished P4?" He grabbed his towel, wiping his face roughly. "Real nice, sister."
"That's not fair and you know it."
"Kelly already gave me the whole speech last night, you know," he said, "Something about 'understanding love' and 'being supportive' and how she'd do the same for me."
"And?"
"And I told her she's supposed to be on my side," he said, but there was less heat in his voice than before. "She just laughed at me."
You sat down on a nearby bench, and after a moment, he joined you. "I'm still mad," he admitted. "And it's still weird as hell that my sister is dating Charles bloody Leclerc of all people."
"Could be worse," you tried. "Could've been Lewis."
"Don't even joke about that," he groaned, but you caught the tiny smile he tried to hide. His face turned serious again. "Kelly made some good points though. About how she'd choose to be with me if I was struggling after a race, even if it meant missing something important. Still doesn't mean I like it."
"I really am sorry about disappearing like that."
"I wanted my sister there," Max's voice cracked slightly. "You've been there for every important moment in my career. Every single one. Until yesterday. It's like ever since you started dating him, I'm losing my little sister bit by bit."
"You're not losing me, Max. You're my brother, nothing will ever change that. But Charles...I love him."
Max was quiet for a long moment. "You really love him that much? It's that serious?"
"Yeah," you whispered. "It is."
He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "I still don't like it. And I'm still mad about yesterday." He paused, then added grudgingly, "But I guess I need to get used to sharing you. Just... don't disappear on me like that again, okay? I had to listen to Helmut asking if you were sick or something. Do you know how awkward it was explaining that my sister was too busy consoling a Ferrari driver to celebrate with us?"
"Did you actually tell him that?"
"No, I told him you had a headache. You're welcome, by the way." He paused. "But seriously, YN. I get that you love him or whatever—" he made a face at the words, "—but you're still my sister."
"And you're still my annoying big brother," you leaned against his shoulder. "So... fourth championship, huh? Getting a bit boring now, isn't it?"
"Never," he grinned, then added more seriously, "Would've been better with you there though."
"I'll make it up to you. Plus, there's still family dinner tonight."
"Yeah, about that..." Max's expression turned mischievous. "I might have told Mom to make that really spicy Indonesian dish Charles couldn't handle last time."
"Max!"
"What? If he's going to be family, he needs to build up his tolerance," he said innocently. "Besides, it's payback for making me miss my sister at my championship celebration."
"You're impossible."
"Yeah, but I'm a four-time world champion impossible brother," he smirked, pulling you into a headlock like when you were kids. "And don't you forget it."
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Feel free to ignore this ask if it makes you uncomfortable. I've gone through all your posts of Belos/Philip and I really like the way you draw and write him. In the process I have also begun to think of him in a more lighthearted characteristic, with ideas of my own about him. However during most of my time as an owl house fan I've held great dislike towards him because of his actions as a villain, and now I find it hard to reconcile my predisposed idea of him as an evil emperor with my newfound perspective of seeing him as a funny weirdo grandpa.
I really want to be able to enjoy and maybe even create something out of my newfound liking for Philip, but it just isn't working and I would hope you could provide some insight or advice. I would like to be clear I don't think you are amoral in any way for characterizing Philip the way you do, I'm just trying to get to the same wavelength you are.
I was going to answer this ask the moment I received it, but this question turned out to be more complicated than I initially thought, so I spent a few days thinking about it
You see, the attitude I developed toward Philip is the result of several events that happened to align perfectly. It’s a pretty personal story, but in short: I watched the first season of TOH spontaneously, and I didn’t feel anything toward Belos until he showed his face and started talking about how he missed home. That was the moment I started liking him because he reminded me of Goodwin
Then the third season happened, which traumatized me with its treatment of Philip. I went to read fanfics and met two girls who shared my opinion about Philip and the ending, and who later became my gfs and co-writers. We bonded over our hatred for the original show, and by throwing ideas at each other about aus and stories, we fed our shared hyperfixation. It started to feel like we understood this character better than anyone else, which makes sense because, due to the huge number of plot holes, unanswered questions in the series, and moments we simply disagreed with, Philip became about 70% our own oc in our hands. And because of the colossal amount of effort and attention we poured into him, our feelings toward him became almost parental
In the end, it all became this nuclear mix of sympathy, immense effort to refine and rework the character, personal trauma that turned Philip into my fav. And now I’m sitting here, trying to figure out how to condense this vision into a few takes...
I’ll try! Sorry for all the rambling - I’m finally getting to the point
So, here are some subjective takes on why Philip has "funny weirdo grandpa potential"! remember that this isn’t about canon Philip (because he’s an asshole) and doesn’t imply any romanticization of toxic relationships, proship, or other crap. We’re talking about those qualities of Philip that, in an alternate universe, could’ve been the foundation for interesting and healthy interactions with other characters!
1. Philip enjoys spending time with kids
It just so happened that in the show, the people Philip spends the most time with and genuinely enjoys talking to are kids - Hunter, Luz, and the Collector. Collie was Philip’s companion longer than all the grimwalkers combined. Hunter is, roughly speaking, the result of an attempt to cope with his trauma. And with Luz, Philip feels a kinship bc they’re both from Human Realm. The mere fact that all the emotionally significant people in Philip’s life are kids gives me a huge foundation to develop their relationships as a found family

2. A sneaky little cookie
Philip is a smart and sneaky cookie - he was smart enough to deceive the entire Boiling Isles, and he fools the kids more than once or twice. In my ideal world, where only ponies live, he could use his intelligence for harmless mischief - be a trickster who plays pranks on the kids, but in a friendly way! That’s what he does in Hamayun and Shadow House aus

3. The desire to be loved and to love, or found family therapy
Continuing the theme of emotional connection with kids, Ludwig has a wonderful drabble called "Golden Family," where none of the grimwalkers betray Philip, but he just couldn’t stop at one golden head. He kept making more until there were about a hundred fluffy golden heads in the castle! And these grimwalkers, with their genuine love and desire for their uncle’s attention, became a form of therapy for Philip. As a child, he wished Caleb would pay more attention to him, and now he sublimates that into caring for his nephews. This therapy ultimately softens his personality and erases his hatred for witches!
In "The Axe" (I feel like a scholar citing my own works and those of my colleagues), Philip creates Hunter because, despite Caleb being nearby, Philip isn’t satisfied with his company - the idealized image he built in his head during their separation shattered against the real Caleb, who was cold and bitter toward him. Philip needed unconditional love. He needed someone to love and live for. And he created Hunter so he wouldn’t hang himself in his own workshop (not so "funny weirdo grandpa" moment, yet very impactful)
4. Philip values family
Just appreciate the fact that Philip went through literal hell (a world full of creatures he was told horror stories about as a child) to find his brother?? Isn’t that selfless??? Isn’t that a story about love and the importance of family??? Yes, it ended badly, BUT SOMEWHERE IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE, PHILIP COULD’VE SACRIFICED HIS OWN LIFE FOR HIS FAMILY, U KNOW?
5. He’s just cool. All kids (me (even if I’m not a kid)) want a cool grandpa like that
Have you seen how Hunter looks at Philip? I just want the same thing, but without the toxicity - I’m not a big fan of spicy food, thanks
As you can see, my point is - Philip has a ton of qualities that, under different circumstances, could’ve made him that "weird but nice grandpa." Yes, some of them developed because of trauma, BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN. This whole text can be summed up as: "Philip could’ve been a funny weirdo grandpa if his life hadn’t gone to shit". he could have been a good person.. he could have been a hero. it's just- something went really wrong at some point
I really hope I managed to answer your question - thanks for asking it! I had a lot of fun thinking about this topic and responding to it >< good luck with your art and ideas!!✨💕
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demon snow!



yn cookie with an ability like kyouka from bsd, how would and ancients and beasts react?
I only did the beasts that have been released (seen in the story) so far. I haven't finished watching bsd, so i used most of my sources from wiki! since cellphones don't exist in crk (that I know of) the inanimate object that is used to control her ability is not described as anything else but an "object." stupid tumblr also deleted all of my work, so I redid this. i didn't proofread, it's just straight brain to paper (digital paper maybe) i also didn't know if you wanted them grouped together so I did them all separately this is why this ask took forever. you can take this as romantic or not!
LOWER CASE INTENDED!
context (from wiki) : her ability, demon Snow (夜叉白雪, Yasha Shirayuki), materializes demon snow, a ruthless sword-wielding phantom that only follows orders coming from her mobile phone, which allowed Akutagawa to control her ability in the past.
— ANCIENTS
White Lily —
"Really? That's... terrifying— wait not to degrade you I think it's neat!"
she was terrified at first, after learning about your ability she felt guilty knowing you couldn't control this winter beast in you, instead it was controlled by a phantom that wouldn't listen to you. this poor cookie over thought everything.
she immediately (although patiently) asked you for more information, to see if she could do anything to make sure this ability wouldn't harm your dough or cookies–a–like that are near you during transformation.
white lily noted everything she could discover about your ability, although she was terrified at the possible outcomes she was also intrigued with what it could do. this phantom would only listen to that object you hold around, and it made her paranoid considering somebody could steal it and use your ability for bad. she started working around ways to make it safer for you with the information you provided and the things she could find in every nook and cranny of the library.
at the end, when she's done all she could do she'll just help you maintain a healthy relationship with your ability, and even though she kind of shivers watching it destroy everything in the battle field there's always a glint of amazement in her eyes.
her reaction is a mix of confusion, curiosity and fear. know she just wants the best for you, and she's also trying her best for you! if you need help you can ask white lily, she'll find a way.
Golden Cheese —
"Wait really? That's pretty cool, what can it do?"
she found it badass, and didn't look more into it. golden cheese is a god herself with godly abilities, so abilities aren't new to her she won't be that curious, I don't see her as the type to do much/serious research other than a few random questions.
golden cheese is eager to battle the phantom though, it didn't seem like a cookie like everyone else. it would be a fun experience! only if you want to though, maybe it could get out of control and she knows that's unsafe for both you and her.
her reaction is like "OH COOL!" a few 5 year old questions and then she doesn't look into it much, unless you want to talk about your ability or you want her to talk about it.
Dark Cacao —
"That's quite a dangerous ability, are you able to control it properly?"
the answer to that is no, the phantom won't listen to you, anyway dark cacao isn't really concerned about what you can do but what it can do to you.
you cannot underestimate anybody, nor can you be too comfortable around companions, and he's had bad memories with curses and swords, so he is kind of stiff when you mention it. there's this random part of him sometimes that wonders if the phantom will act up and slice him with a sword.
dark cacao observes the object that controls the phantom, wondering its importance, considering there are multiple of rare objects the phantom could've chosen why this one?
he's pretty chill, but if you tell him that the object got lost or got stolen, all hell will break loose and he'll order his subjects to turn his kingdom upside down, backwards, reversed, whatever just to find it.
his reaction is more of a "I see..." thing, he gets flash backs of war since he's old. he'll be concerned for your wellbeing, but if you're alright he'll be okay. even if companions are not to always be trusted, he wants to make sure his companions (you) are safe too!
Hollyberry —
"Ooh, that's amazing!"
hollyberrys eyes shine like never before, full of curiosity and contagious amounts of excitement.
after seeing the phantom fight in your frail cookie body, she deems you and the phantom as a worthy opponent and, like golden cheese, asks for a battle. she won't pressure you, but she also won't admit defeat. that won't be the last time you hear her asking for a battle, and if you accept win, or lose, hollyberry is giddy after and before the battle.
she wants to see its full potential, but makes sure you're safe too. hollyberry would take you on expeditions with her to various places to see how this snow demon fights, with her fighting along side you.
hollyberry would also ask to see the object that controls it, but becareful she may be high and mighty but she's not slow and steady she might drop it! she'll be looking at it for a while, like she's seeing all the stories it's been through, through one glance.
hollyberry is definitely the one that reacts the most enthusiastic, she's always up for a new adventure and she sees this as an opportunity to learn more about her pal! (you)
Pure Vanilla —
"Fascinating, I've heard of this ability but never seen such in person."
considering pure vanilla is all–knowing he's already seen a bunch of cookies with strange abilities, he's seen yours in one of those library books from back when he was still young!
he knows alot, but not all. there are times where the phantom just straight up controls you to communicate with this guy, I don't know why, but pure vanilla seems to have that nature.
if you're having struggles, like white lily cookie, pure vanilla wants to help you to the best of his abilities. he's known for guiding cookies to the right path, and this doesn't exclude you, even if cookies mark you as dangerous.
he'll tell you all he knows, and make sure the thing that controls it is safe—also this ability is yours, not his, and if you can handle it then he will only support your decisions!
like for example, he will not stop the phantom from attacking enemies, but only shield and tell the allies to back off or becareful around it.
like everyone else, as long as you're okay it's not much of a problem. the phantom doesn't seem hostile to cookies who haven't angered it, so he focuses on the host (you) and make sure you haven't irritated it lately.
his reaction is most the most chill of the bunch, but he does get concerned once in a while when it breaks loose.
— BEASTS
Shadow Milk —
"What can you do for me?"
beasts are evil, this is no surprise to anyone. Shadow Milk wouldn't cause harm on YOU specifically but the things around you. Beasts had live long enough to know alot, so he knew already about what your ability can do.
he's not afraid of the snow demon, but knows others can be, and uses it to scare little cookies playing. "there's this scary cookie with a monster inside of them! they're gonna eat you!"
you're gonna have to stop him before fairy tales of a scary snow demon start popping up, it's his way of teasing you since he has no peace with anybody.
do NOT show him the object that controls it, once you blink he's already taken that and hid it somewhere you won't see. Shadow Milk is very sneaky.
he'd steal the object that the phantom follows orders from, and has let it break free and cause alot of accidents. ones you've felt guilty for, but he won't kill anyone, only fires and house destruction.
unlike pure vanilla, he would not have a nice relationship with that phantom. he'd probably make fun of it by stealing its sword, and/or fight it depending if it would hurt you or not he doesn't want his old pal dying on him! he'd probably be a trigger for it to come out, and if it does come out he'd plan scripts as if he was doing one of his carnival performances.
when you tell him to stop he freaks out, and either stops being all smiley and scare the living crumbs off of you or he cries out and tells you to stop being cruel and let the him have fun. either way he won't stop, but will subtly make his pranks less damaging.
the only time he'd shut up is when he's observing the phantom fight, there's a glint of admire, he likes destruction no matter what type.
his reaction was more of him realising the power you hold, and what he can do with it! (100 crimes would be committed if you don't make/set boundaries.)
Mystic Flour —
" ... "
mystic flour is closed off, and she barely speaks on your ability unless you guys are really close. it may seem like she doesn't care, but trust me she's really intrigued just not to the extent of the others.
she's neutral about the whole thing, and wouldn't use you for bad or let it break free for the joy of wanting it to destroy things. infact she finds it pretty annoying when she just wants peace and quiet.
mystic flour sees the phantom as greedy, and won't listen to any sob backstory of why it controls you. if you show her the object she'll look at it for 5 seconds and then give it back. maybe she knows too much.
fighting or communicating with it is not her forte, she prefers hiding away. she won't listen to the phantom if it begs for a fight, but if YOU specifically ask her for a battle she'll hesitate, but give in.
her reaction is empty, it seems not even that unique demon snow ability of yours can make her care enough to move away.
Burning Spice —
"At last, you're not boring like the other dough!"
you've captured this beasts attention! burning spice wants to destroy the phantom, he would definitely want to fight it. actually, not a want, he WILL fight it no matter what you say.
each fight with you/demon snow entertains him, because you/it can catch up with his speed and be as ruthless as him. he does remember you're but a frail cookie made from dough, and only ever fights it once it's out and you seem healthy/fired up to fight. this is not a boundary (although that would be nice) it's him preventing you from dying so he won't get bored.
he secretly admires it's strength, but always makes degrading remarks to it. "weak!", "I can do better", "I will destroy you!"
speaking of destroy he will destroy the object that controls it unless you never let him hold that thing. it's impulsive behavior and he has no self-control if it doesn't harm him, himself.
his reaction is terrifying, not for him, but for you!
Silent salt and Eternal Sugar aren't here...
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Facing the Consequences Part 5
Mistakes Were Made, and now its time for you to start Facing the Consequences. Emotions run high as your involvement with each of the men is revealed, because casual was never something that would last. This is gonna be messy, but it will end in a healthy (poly!) place!
CONTENT NOTES FOR ALL PARTS: 18+ MDNI. LaDs men x MC (you), Casual Sex, Pre-relationship, Complicated Feelings All Around. Smut & Angst. Smut with Feelings. No use of Y/N. Possibly ooc bc I'm still getting back into fanfic. Oral f&m receiving, p in v, unprotected sex bc its fiction, creampies, softdom!Xavier, brattamer!Zayne, brattyswitch!Rafayel, switch!Sylus, dom!Caleb brattyswitch!MC, but it's all fluid imo. light bond*ge, sp*nking, size difference, overstimulation, improper use of evol, semi-public sex. Nicknames used in all parts: canon nicknames as well as bunny, princess, love, & darling. F reader. MC is described as being curvy and strong with some fuller titties bc I love titties. Will eventually have MMF+. Unedited. You get this raw (just like our Lads!)
*this part is extra girthy (around 7k words) because I had to deal with all of the loose ends. Smut takes place near the end if you're just lookin' to shine the pearl. Also looooooots of edging in this one.
Zayne | Sylus | Zayne & Caleb | Xavier | Rafayel (this part)
You trained regularly. You were flexible. Almost every day you eliminated wanderers. However, none of that mattered in this situation. You ached. You were pretty sure your pelvis was bruised, and you looked like you got in a fight with a particularly toothy wanderer and lost. Bruises, bite marks, and scratches lined your body. You couldn't keep track of who left which mark, but you knew Xavier left the most in his jealousy. You winced as you took in the state of yourself in your mirror, watching the visible limp as you approached the counter. There was absolutely no way you could see Rafayel like this.
You were going to tell him about the others, of course. He deserved to know. However, you barely survived the nights you spent with Rafayel at the best of times. He liked to fuck until you nearly passed out, somehow always ending up looming over you and in control. It was worse when he got jealous, which happened any time you as much as smiled at someone who wasn't him. It was never overbearing, but you felt it in the way his grip tightened on your waist, how he seemed to put himself between you and the other person. As if he forgot that you were meant to be his bodyguard. Most often he waited until you were back at his studio, but on occasion he tucked you into a shadowed corner with one hand over your mouth and the other on your hip.
You were already bruised, struggled to walk or sit, and on top of all of that, you still needed to have an uncomfortable, emotional discussion with Xavier. Caleb, too. The sheer thought of adding Rafayel's drama to the mix right now made you dizzy. You adored your fishie, but you also knew your limits.
Not to mention, Xavier was still asleep in your bed. Knowing him, he'd likely be knocked out for another day, at least. He seemed somewhat accepting of the situation, but he wouldn't handle waking up to you gone very well. Especially not if he knew you were with another man.
You ordered your favorite food for delivery, making sure to get enough for both you and Xavier. He was always starving after he woke up. With your food ordered, you hopped into the shower to ease your tired muscles.
You were sore in places you didn't think you could be sore. A dull but deep ache permeated through your abdomen and pelvis. Your pussy needed a break, and you swore to yourself you would take one. No matter how big and beautiful Xavier's eyes were when he woke up. You wondered if they made coochie ice packs, and if you could get one. It turned out that taking three big dicks in the same night came with consequences you weren't prepared for. How shocking.
You eventually pulled yourself out of the hot water and dressed in loose sleep shorts and a thin tank top that didn't cinch anywhere. Xavier snored from your bedroom, and mumbled something about you being too far away. Gods, he was so cute. Too cute. However, you knew if you got back in bed next to him, you would be the first thing he ate once he woke up. Your body couldn't take that right now, so you grabbed your laptop and slipped into the living room.
Unfortunately, you did have to get your reports done. At least you could do so without wearing real pants while on your couch. You pulled out your phone and replied to your texts. Canceling plans never sat right with you, but you knew your body physically couldn't take Rafayel's stamina at this point. Aside from that, your emotions were all over the place, and Rafayel was sensitive to your moods. You didn't want to worry him, so you replied to him first.
You cringed when you replied to Caleb. How he left last night didn't sit quite right with you, but you also didn't want to push it just yet. If everything else went to shit, at least you had Zayne and Sylus in your corner.
Two hours later, you'd eaten, finished half of your reports, and your body was slightly less tender. Xavier still snored occasionally from your bedroom, the sound almost soothing. Domestic in a way you didn't want to get too attached to if he decided he couldn't tolerate sharing you.
You checked your phone for the nth time. Sylus would remain asleep for several more hours, and who the fuck knew what Caleb's schedule was like. Rafayel hadn't said anything, but you weren't sure if he simply hadn't woken up yet, or if he was lost in his paintings. You fully expected a pouty-faced selfie to arrive in your inbox, and the longer you went without a reply the more nervous you became.
Another three hours passed, and you still had no replies. Your reports were finally done, though. You stood up, and this time, it didn't hurt. You still limped a little bit, but it seemed the worst of the consequences passed. Taking the time to stretch, you released more of the tension locked in your body. You peered into your bedroom, and Xavier hadn't moved since you left bed.
Taking advantage of your lack of soreness and time at home, you tidied up your apartment to distract yourself from the growing anxiety. You ended up back on the couch not too long after you left it, unable to focus on the tasks when there was still so much left unsaid.
The door to your apartment clicked open, and your heart leaped in your throat when amethyst hair peeked through the door. Marks littered your neck, your chest, your thighs. All of which were exposed. Xavier was sleeping in your bed. Can Rafayel smell him with his weird fucking fish nose?
You threw a blanket around your shoulders and tucked yourself in as fast as possible to hide the marks from Rafayel. He smiled brightly as he stepped in through the door. Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, and Sylus all had access to your place, and you had access to theirs. It was usually fine, but this was anything but fine.
"Heya cutie," Rafayel said as he stepped inside. He tilted his head when he took in your face. "What's wrong? Is the pain that bad?"
"What?" You blinked, processing the fact that you had two exceptionally jealous men in your apartment. Your brain caught up, and you schooled your features back to normal. "It's better now than it was this morning, but I'm still tender."
He set down the bag slung over his shoulder and took out a bottle of expensive massage oil. "Good thing I came when I did, then. Since you're so sore, I thought I'd come by and put my magic hands to use."
He waggled his eyebrows and you giggled despite the tense situation. You made room for him on the couch, and he sat down beside you with his arms open. You stayed still.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm still really tender, I don't think a massage will help. Not even one done by your magic hands," you said softly.
"Fine, no massage, then. How about you lay on me and tell me what happened?" he asked. "I thought you were having a reunion dinner or something last night. Did a protofield open up in the lobby or something?"
You laid your head on his shoulder to avoid meeting his eyes. "Dinner went great, but my work partner needed some assistance on his way back to Linkon. I was close enough to help out. We both got pretty banged up. He probably should've gone to the hospital, but he's stubborn."
As if on cue, Xavier snored from your bedroom. Rafayel stiffened under you and you coughed around the tension. "I helped him and he passed out right after."
"Uh-huh," Rafayel said. "Your work partner is the pale blonde guy, right? The one who glared daggers at me from his balcony that time I dropped you off?"
"Yeah. That's the one," you said. "He's sweet but protective, you know?"
"Will you protect me if he comes out glaring at me, cutie?" Rafayel lifted your face up to meet his eyes. A soft pout played across his features.
"Of course," you said.
"Come closer," Rafayel said. "I haven't seen you in almost a week. It's unfair that you're so far away."
Helpless to deny him when he made those sad eyes at you, you climbed up into his lap, wrapping around him with the blanket.
"Are you cold? I can warm you up, you don't need the blanket."
You swallowed hard as his large hands settled on your waist. "N-no. I'm not cold, I'm just covered in bruises. Seeing them will make you worry, and I don't need another lecture about 'remembering to dodge'."
"I see," Rafayel hummed. "Is that all?"
You wanted to tell Rafayel about the others. You needed to. But right now, with Xavier in the other room and the storm of emotions battling under your breast, wasn't the right time. "Yeah. That's all."
Rafayel ripped the blanket off your body with a casual flick of his wrist. Before you caught up, it was halfway across the room. He smiled as he took you in. He traced his fingers along the bruises along your thighs, then the marks along your neck. "You're a terrible liar, cutie."
Your cheeks burned with shame and you tried to recoil, but Rafayel held you in his lap. Not hard or punishing, just steady. Like he expected you to bolt. Your heart slammed a reckless beat, and you opened and closed your mouth multiple times as you tried to find the words. "Raf, I--"
"Do you remember what I told you about our bond, princess?" he asked, his voice calm.
"It's a mark on our souls," you said. "It lets me breathe underwater. I have to be careful when I ask you for things so I don't accidentally compel you."
"That's right," he said. "What else?"
Your brain was a foggy mess, stuttering between too many emotions. He ran a hand down your back and breathed slowly. Your left hand landed over his heart and you took several deep breaths in time with his. "It also...uh..."
"I feel what you feel," Rafayel said. He covered your hand with his, pushing your palm closer to his chest. "All of my senses are dedicated to perceiving you and you alone. Everything you feel, I sense it, too."
Your eyes widened. "Everything?"
"Everything."
Your jaw hung wide open. You had a sense of Rafayel, too. It was quiet, though. A gentle presence that whispered that he was out there, and safe across whatever distance separated you. You assumed it was the same for him. Oh gods, our souls have been bonded for...oh gods.
"You remember that I'm the Sea God, right? You need to be more careful with your prayers, cutie." Rafayel smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "If you just start calling out to the gods, I'm the one bound to you. So I'm the one who hears them."
You wanted to melt. Maybe die. You weren't sure. Yet, Rafayel held you close. Calm, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. You blinked up at him, dazed. "You knew? This whole time?"
"Obviously," Rafayel said.
"Why didn't you say anything?!"
"I didn't want to ruin your fun or make you uncomfortable by bringing it up before you were ready to talk about it." He rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb. "I didn't realize you forgot the details of our bond."
"I didn't forget, I just didn't realize it worked that way."
"Surprise!"
"I'm confused," you murmured. "If you knew that I was lying, then why did you...?"
"Someone kept me up all night. Do you know how hard it is to fall asleep, or paint, or focus at all when I sense you coming?" Rafayel groaned softly. "Its impossible."
Your cheeks burned fire-hot. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize, cutie. It's far from the worst problem to have. The bigger problem has been your emotions. It's been days, but they're still all over the place. The guilt and anxiety are loud."
"Yeah, they are."
"I sensed you wanted to bring this up with me, so I came over. I didn't realize Sleeping Beauty would still be here," Rafayel wrinkled his nose. "He smells like wanderer dust and come. Not a great combination, if I'm honest."
You hid your face in his neck to stifle your delirious giggle. "I imagine it's not."
Rafayel clutched you against his chest. "Why did you lie if you wanted to tell me?"
"You glare at anyone who looks at me for too long, for starters. You're jealous when I have to leave to go to work."
"I have to share you with enough people already." He nuzzled into your hair with a soft sigh. "I don't want anyone else added into the mix.."
"You aren't upset?" you asked.
"I was at first," he said. "I'd dropped hints for weeks, left the door to my bedroom open countless times, flirted so hard I was certain you knew. Then I felt you come. With it came a whole slew of other emotions, and I knew you weren't alone."
You thought back to your first time with Xavier and your cheeks flushed again. Rafayel sulked for a month straight afterwards, and you had no idea why. "That's why you were so moody?"
"Yeah. I got over it, though. For awhile I thought if I got you into bed with me, you'd eventually cut off everyone else. Then you added another one."
"How did you know?"
"Your feelings are different depending on who you're with. It's a different cocktail for each person." Rafayel rested his forehead against yours. "Over time, I realized how much you care about all of us, and that I couldn't ask you to choose."
All the tension melted out of your body at once as you curled yourself around Rafayel. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, because he got it. You didn't have to explain or fight for what you wanted. It simply was. "You're okay with that? Me not choosing?"
"Yeah," he said. "As long as you're safe and happy."
You nuzzled into his neck to hide your tears. He ran his hands down your back in gentle strokes. He let you cry and offered you comfort through his presence. When your tears eased you pulled back and kissed him softly. "Thank you for understanding, Raf."
He cupped your cheek in his hand and wiped away your tears with his thumb. "I always will. Don't hide things from me, okay cutie? Good, bad, or anything in between, I can take it. I'm not going anywhere."
"I promise, I won't hide things from you ever again."
"Good." He kissed your forehead as he tucked you back against his chest. "Now, get comfortable and let me help ease your muscle pain."
"My insides are what hurt," you murmured.
"I'm not surprised. I promise, I can be a good boy until you aren't sore anymore. Let me help you."
You agreed and got comfortable in his hold. You turned on your favorite reality show while Rafayel slowly rubbed the massage oil into the skin of your lower stomach. He made his way to your thighs, your shoulders, then down your stomach and back to your hips. His hand were deliciously warm from his evol as he worked in the miracle oil. Whatever was in it eased your tight muscles and left you so relaxed you felt more like a puddle than a person.
There was still a little bit of pain when you moved, but you knew if Rafayel put his fingers inside you, no matter how good he tried to be, you'd end up with his cock in you, too. Your pussy needed the break for today, and fuck, maybe tomorrow, too. His presence soothed the worst of your anxiety, though. You figured if he could understand why you couldn't choose, then Caleb and Xavier would eventually come around, too.
Rafayel finished the massage as the sun started to set. In the blur of sensation and drama of your show, you hadn't realized how much time passed.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"So much. Thank you. You're the best fishie," you hummed.
His chest puffed up at the praise, and he wrapped his arms around you. "Your partner sleeps for a long time, right?"
"It really depends. Sometimes its twelve hours, other times its closer to twenty-four. The longest Xavier's ever slept straight was two days." You looked to the bedroom door and sighed. "He's jealous of himself, so let's hope he doesn't wake up while you're here."
"I'm sorry, jealous of himself? How?"
"It's a long story," you said.
"We have at least a few hours. Come on cutie, spill. I need to know how you figured that out."
You explained the whole situation, and Rafayel listened with rapt attention. By the end, Rafayel was trying--and failing--to stifle his chuckles.
"No wonder you were so sore after dealing with that. My poor cutie," Rafayel cooed.
"You helped more than you know," you said as you laid your head on his shoulder.
He hummed softly. "I don't want to leave, but his heart rate is getting faster. I would like to take you out on Friday, and I can only do that if you're in one piece."
"Fair. I promise to take it easy until then."
"You better. Call me if you need anything, okay, princess? I won't be far."
"I will."
Rafayel kissed you on the forehead, your nose, then your lips. He settled you back against the couch with one of your thirty-seven plushies nestled under your head, and tucked you in with the blanket.
"Food will be delivered in an hour. Make sure you eat."
"Yes, sir," you murmured.
He grinned, the expression one of pure mischief. "Good girl. I'll see you on Friday."
You said your goodbyes and the door closed silently behind him. You lounged on your couch for less than five minutes before Xavier opened the bedroom door. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. In nothing but his boxers, he blinked at you several times.
"Morning," you said. "There's food for you in the fridge. I ordered your favorite from the place down the road."
"I thought I heard someone out here with you," he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.
"There was someone here for a little while to check on me after last night," you said. Lying wouldn't serve you at this point, and if Xavier couldn't handle the mention of anyone else, then this arrangement wouldn't work with him.
He stilled and his broad shoulders went tense. After several minutes, he sighed and padded toward you. "Are you alright?"
You pulled the blanket off and lifted the hem of your shirt so he could see the extent of the bruises and teeth marks on your skin. You left your marks on him, too. A giant purple hickey where his neck met his collar bone would remain on his skin for at least a week.
"I'm bruised, but I'll survive," you said.
"How badly does it hurt?" he asked, his expression suddenly worried.
"Xavie, I'm fine." You reached out for him and his hand found yours.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "About last night. I shouldn't have yelled at you, and I shouldn't have been so rough with you."
"You can be rough with me. Do I look like I'm complaining? Is there anything about my face right now that suggests I'm angry?"
"Well, no, but you left bed and I thought..."
"I left bed because I'm weak when it comes to those puppy eyes of yours. If you were all snuggly and asked to fuck me right now? I'd agree even though it hurts to move. That's how weak I am. Forgive me for trying to save my pussy." You pulled him onto the couch beside you, and neither of you could hide your smiles.
"I didn't realize I was that powerful," he hummed.
"Bull. Shit." you said, poking him lightly in the chest. "You know exactly what you do to me, mister."
"Mister? Are we role playing, miss?"
You rolled your eyes as you curled up under his arm. "Behave."
Xavier hummed. "Shouldn't I say the same to you?"
You giggled softly and you embraced how normal it felt between you. Hope flickered in your chest, and you snuggled deeper into his hold. "You said some not-great things last night, you know."
"I know," he murmured. "I'm sorry. There's no excuse for how I spoke to you."
"And?"
"And, I shouldn't have gone on my mission without saying goodbye. Additionally, I was out of line, and I shouldn't have been so judgmental. I'll work on my jealousy, and I won't take it out on you in the future."
"We can talk about your feelings when you have them. You don't need to bottle them up." You pressed a soft kiss to his collar bone.
"I'll do my best. I might need time to calm down if I get like that again," he said.
"As long as you tell me, I can give you that."
"Deal," he hummed.
The rest of the evening was spent locked on your couch eating. Xavier passed out the moment he finished eating. He passed out with his head on your stomach and arms wrapped around you. Unable to move, you eventually fell asleep too.
You awoke several hours later. Night set long ago, and your tv had turned off from disuse. Xavier smiled up at you from his position on your stomach. He slowly sat up and stretched. "I have an appointment in a few hours, and I need to prep a mission report for Jenna."
"Alright," you said. "Do what you need to do, then rest. If I hear you awake tomorrow, I will cause a scene."
Xavier sleepily chuckled. "I promise to get plenty of rest."
You said your goodbyes, and Xavier gathered his things before blinking upstairs to his apartment. Apparently using the door was off the table.
You checked your phone and responded to the texts you got while you were napping.
While you were excited for your plans with Rafayel, Caleb's texts stung. It seemed like he was ignoring you, or otherwise retreating and your stomach sank. Still it meant you'd be in Linkon over the weekend instead of with him, so you made plans to see Sylus on Saturday.
Thursday passed in a haze of relative normalcy. You went to work without as much as a limp. You never enjoyed doing reports, but you were grateful for them this time. Friday rolled around, and as expected, Xavier was still recovering, though he woke up around midday to join you for a sparring session before he went to talk to Jenna. He took the news of you going out tonight about as well as you expected. A flash of jealousy flared in his eyes, but it faded when you promised to spend the night with him on Monday.
Shortly after your shift ended, you were in Rafayel's studio. He led you straight to his bedroom, then to his massive bathroom where his tub sat filled with fragrant bath water. Only candles illuminated the room, and your shoulders immediately relaxed.
"I'm not putting you in your new dress smelling like other humans," Rafayel wrinkled his nose as he led you deeper into the room.
You giggled as you undid the buttons of your uniform. "Yes, how dare I smell like humans when I could smell like you."
"Careful, cutie," Rafayel warned. "I will mark you with my scent."
"Like you weren't going to anyway. I know you, fishie."
Rafayel cocked a brow in silent challenge, and all you could do was giggle. He closed the distance between you in two long strides. He looked down at you, a smirk on his lips. "Is that so?"
You nodded as you stripped out of the last of your clothes. Your cheeks burned under his sapphire-rose eyes, but there was no where else you wanted to be. He stripped slowly, and your eyes followed every twist and flick of his long fingers. He took your hand and led you into the bath.
You melted against his toned chest. The hot, fragrant water soothed every muscle in your body, and you sighed, content. Rafayel pressed several soft kisses into the sensitive skin of your neck. You gasped when his hands cupped your full breasts. He pulled a sharp whine from you when he rolled your nipples between his fingers.
"Rafayel," you said.
"You know me, princess. I have to mark you with my scent, with my teeth. Everyone we see tonight needs to know you're mine."
The possession in his voice made your pussy flutter around nothing, and you leaned into him with a soft moan. He chuckled into your hair. the sound far too amused for your liking, and you pouted up at him.
He kissed the pout away and slowly ran his hands down your chest, your stomach, and finally settled between your thighs. He didn't reach where you needed him though, his fingers simply hovered over your mound. You rocked forward, but he wrapped his legs around yours and pinned them down. His free arm banded around your stomach, pressing you tightly against his chest.
"Nuh-uh, cutie. You don't get to move," Rafayel murmured, his voice low and decadent in your ears. "You made me wait. Teased me with pictures all week long. I felt you come, and you didn't help me, not once. I waited like a good boy, but I didn't get a single ounce of praise. So, right now, I need you to stay still and take what I give you."
You choked on a moan. "I'm sorry, so, sorry. I didn't mean to tease you, I didn't forget, either. I just wanted to wait until I saw you so I could give you a reward for being such a good, patient fishie."
Rafayel hummed. "Really? Last weekend you sent me a picture where you used a toy with your head thrown back in the pose I love so much, and you didn't mean to tease me? The picture you sent me Monday, the one of your soft tits in the bra I brought you wasn't to get me all riled up? What about the one you sent on Tuesday, fresh from the shower where you posed like a goddess?"
"I was just thinking of you," you whined. "It was to help you find inspiration."
"I see, I see. You were trying to help me."
"Yes!"
"I don't buy it, cutie. If you were being honest with me, you would've praised me the moment you got in the car. But you didn't do that, did you?"
You squirmed in his hold, but he held tight, not letting you move. "Rafayel!"
He chuckled, the sound dark and low. "You're so adorable, you know. Pouting and writhing around like this. I can't wait to see how prettily you'll beg for me this time."
Two long fingers curled inside you as he pressed his palm into your clit. You whimpered, throwing your head back with a sharp cry of his name.
"Fuck, you're already so wet for me, princess. Are you still sore from the other day?"
"Not anymore," you said through panted breaths.
"Good," he cooed. "That means I don't have to hold back."
Before you could ask what he meant by that, his fingers picked up speed, curling just right to hit your sweet spot. Your back bowed as you clutched onto his arms. Water sloshed out over the edge of the tub from the force of his movements. Taut muscles flexed under your grip, and his soft lips landed at the back of your neck. He trailed luxurious kisses down your left shoulder, then back to your neck, before dipping down your right. All the while his fingers kept up the rapid pace. Heat coiled low and tight in your stomach, and all you could do was chant his name.
Right before you crested over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you pulsing, gasping, and far to empty. "Rafayel!" Your cry was one of pure frustration. You threw your head back on his shoulder and gave him your most serious pout.
"Look at you. You're so precious, so beautiful, when you look at me like that." He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "You teased me three times, and made me wait an extra day to see you. You got to come what, twenty-six times this week?"
"Maybe?"
"You teased me thirty times, Princess. Should I do the same to you? Keep bringing you to the edge over and over again only to leave you there, aching for a whole day?"
You froze, but your pussy throbbed in time with your racing heartbeat. These games with Rafayel, the push-pull between you, and how he so often brought you so much pleasure it bordered on pain were some of your favorite things about your dynamic with him. He often pushed you, and you him. Everything he did to you, he was willing to take as well. You had your safe word should things get too out of hand, and you knew there was no true malice or offense taken. Your dramatic fishie was playing with you, pushing you into his trap, and you were all too happy to be there.
"No, no, no!" you said, your words rushing together. "I promise, I'll be such a good girl, just please don't tease me like that. Please. I wouldn't be able to take it."
"It bordered on almost torture, you know. How hard my cock was when you were busy. Each time you came my cock throbbed, but I couldn't come like that. Not without you. You feel too good, cutie. Nothing compares." Rafayel kissed you and pulled your back flush against him. His cock, thick and pulsing, throbbed at your back and you whimpered. "I'm a benevolent God, though, especially in matters that concern my beloved. I'll edge you fifteen times, half of what you made me suffer. If you behave like a good girl, I'll reward you with something special enough for a true princess. Can you take that, cutie?"
"My god, yes. I'll be so good, promise."
"I see you've finally learned how to address me properly. That's good." Rafayel kissed the top of your head and slipped his fingers back inside you. "Don't hold back those pretty little sounds, princess. Let me hear you."
You let every whimper, whine, and choked moan fall from your lips as he brought you to peak after peak, only to pull away at the last possible moment. Each push toward an orgasm only made the next wave come on faster, and it wasn't long before he barely had to touch you to make your back arch. His fingers moved with expert precision, curling at the perfect angle and applying just the right amount of pressure. Yet, he took them away just as easily, leaving you writhing and panting in his arms.
After you sixth peak slipped out of reach, you sobbed with frustration. Your heart slammed wildly as thick tears slipped down your cheeks. You were begging at this point, some sort of babble of pleases and Rafayel's name. No matter how pretty he found your cries, they weren't enough to move him. Not this time.
"My poor cutie," Rafayel cooed. "You're so pretty when you cry for me."
"Please, please Rafayel, please! I need to come, please!" you begged.
"No." Rafayel's tone was final. He shifted your positions, putting your back against the porcelain tub, and he spread your thighs. He threw your knees over the side, and trailed kisses down your neck, to your breasts, then lower. "I won't let you come just yet, but that doesn't mean I won't reward you for doing such a good job."
With that, Rafayel dipped under the water. He attached his lips to your throbbing clit and he sucked. White light burst behind your eyes, and your scream echoed off the bathroom walls. Still, you managed not to come. Every suck and twirl of his tongue made it feel all the more impossible to hold back. Every nerve in your body went alight, the coil of pleasure so tight in your belly you felt like you were going to explode. Yet, before the wave could crest, Rafayel pulled back, leaving you writhing against the tub as choked cries escaped your lips.
He lifted away from your cunt just enough to lift his eyes from the water. They seemed to almost glow with his pleasure in the candlelight. Rafayel's large hands settled over your hips, and he slipped back under the water, kissing the soft skin of your belly, your inner thighs, anywhere he could reach except for your cunt. You eased back against the tub, your fingers sliding into his wet hair, and his mouth was on you again. This time, he fucked you with his tongue, hitting the perfect spot every time he licked upwards.
Rafayel edged you with his tongue until you reached number 11? 12? You could hardly keep track anymore. Your nipples ached they were so hard, and your pussy hadn't stopped pulsing since number nine. Finally he lifted his face from between your thighs. He barely took a breath before his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and you wrapped yourself around him as you rocked your hips to get his beautiful cock where you needed him.
"I can't take it anymore. Please. I'm sorry I was a tease, I'll promise I'll be good, just please, please, please let me come," you cried.
"Soon, my precious princess. You're so close. You've done such a good job, been such a good girl for me. You can hold out just a little longer, can't you?" Rafayel asked as he nuzzled your cheek. "Only three more, then you can come as much as you want. I promise the reward will be worth it."
You whined, but you really were so close. You didn't want to lose this game. Every touch had you shuddering, every nerve burned with overstimulation and the fire of pure need, but you'd come so far. Giving up now wouldn't be any fun. You blinked the tears from your eyes. "I can hold on a little longer."
"That's my good girl," Rafayel praised. "You're so close to getting what you want. Now work for it."
He flipped you two over. His back rested against the tub and you sat upright in his lap. His hands guided your hips, and suddenly, you were filled with Rafayel's cock. You were so wet he slipped into the base in one solid thrust that punched the air out of your lungs. Your nails dragged down his chest, marking his skin as you bounced up and down his length. He cursed at the feel of your slick heat pulsing around his cock, but he made no move to stop your frantic fucking.
Each roll you pulled back just enough for the head of his cock to hit against your sweet spot, only to sink all the way back down on him. You moved on instinct, your thrusts sloppy and driven by need alone. He filled you so perfectly, hitting every place just right as you rode him, chasing your pleasure with his cock.
Stars burst behind your eyes, and the edge of release came ever-closer, but with inhuman precision, Rafayel stopped you. He lifted you off his cock like you weighed nothing, and you sobbed out of fustration, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as yet another orgasm was ripped away from you. He held you like that until your breathing evened out, then Rafayel slammed you all the way down on his cock.
"You're such a good girl, look at you. I'm so proud of my beautiful princess. I can feel how badly you want to come, but you're being so good. Only a little more, cutie, then I'll give you everything you need."
You made a keening sound, words far too hard to make at this point. You leaned forward, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you bounced your hips with wild abandon. All rhythm was lost, all you focused on was what felt the best. You moved on instinct alone, and you were so, so close you thought the tension would snap if Rafayel as much as breathed against your neck.
As he'd done every time, the moment you got too close he stopped. Your begging was pitiful at this point, broken sobs begging to come. Still, he denied you. You continued on as you were told, clinging to his praise as motivation to be so good, but everything was too intense. Every throb of his cock felt as hot as his fire. The brush of his skin against yours jolted you like electricity, and the only thought in your mind was how badly you wanted to come. You couldn't think, couldn't do anything but chase the elusive pleasure. Your hips stalled, and Rafayel lifted you for the third time.
Before you could protest, he slammed you all the way down on his cock. His firm grip held you in place, and he fucked into you. Hard, deep thrusts that sloshed more water out of the tub and hit every tingling spot inside you.
"I'm so proud of you, you did it, princess!" Rafayel praised, his voice thick with lust. "You can come now, cutie, let go."
You broke with a scream so loud your throat burned. With his permission finally granted, you let go. White light blared behind your eyes and you convulsed on his lap, every muscle in your body rolling with the wave of pleasure that finally broke past the dam within you. Every nerve burned with sensation, and you could do nothing but ride the wave. You gushed around Rafayel's fat cock, and once you started you couldn't stop.
You chanted his name as your orgasm just kept going. Rafayel groaned as he came alongside you. His teeth found your left breast, and he bit down. Hard. His come, slightly cool filled you to the brim and the pleasure kept going.
Your vision blurred and your ears rung as you finally stopped coming. You might've passed out from the sheer intensity. When you blinked your eyes open, you met Rafayel's loving gaze. His fingers traced your cheek.
"There you are, cutie. You okay?"
Words were still too hard to formulate, so you hummed in confirmation.
"I'm so proud of you, you did such a good job. You've more than earned your reward." He kissed the top of your head and clutched you to his chest. "Breathe with me, alright? Nice and slow."
You followed his lead and you slowly came back to yourself. All the while, he murmured loving praises to you. You came back to the moment feeling all warm, fuzzy, and content. Once you were stable, Rafayel led you out of the tub and into the shower. He washed you both off, then wrapped you in a warm, fluffy towel before leading you out into is bedroom.
"We need to get ready, or we'll be late. Are you ready to see your dress?"
"Yes!"
Rafayel had impeccable taste, and every dress he picked out for you was somehow more stunning than the last. This one was no different.
He led you to the box and lifted the lid. The dress within glimmered with a pearlescent sheen under the low light of his bedroom. Blue-purple in color, it seemed to shift depending on how the light hit it.
"It's beautiful," you said. "Thank you, Raf."
"It's going to look even better on you. Why don't I help you put it on?" he asked.
An hour later you checked the visor mirror one last time as Rafayel pulled into the valet parking. The dress hugged your curves and complimented your skin perfectly. It hit just above the knee, and the sweetheart neckline reached out into half-sleeves made of the finest silk. In it, you truly felt like a princess. A necklace of the highest-quality pearls adorned your neck, with matching ones in your ears, and pinned into your hair.
As always, Rafayel's outfit matched yours in color with complimenting materials. His shirt was made from the same fabric, and his suit jacket carried embroidered designs reminiscent of waves in a similar fabric. His jacket and pants leaned more navy blue, but he complimented you beautifully.
Slipping out of the car, he offered you his hand as he helped you out. Arm-in-arm, you made your way into the high-class venue in downtown Linkon. Ornate decorations and stunning lights lit up the building, and you took it all in as he led you inside.
All seemed normal until you locked eyes with Sylus from across the hall. He tilted his head, clearly amused. You froze, and Rafayel stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong, cutie?"
You were going to say 'nothing', but the words died in your throat when you noticed Zayne standing too stiffly in the corner. Your eyes were then drawn to a light flickering in the corner. Xavier stood there, clearly undercover, and clearly not expecting to see you. You turned to face Rafayel, and as you did, your heart stopped. Caleb entered with several other men you didn't recognize, dressed in his most formal uniform.
You were in for it now.
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AAAAAAAAAAHHH this part is done! I'm so sorry for the cliffy but I needed to end it somewhere and this is so juicy. I promise it's going to all be just fine, I just needed a little bit of chaos + an excuse for all five men to be in the same room.
This also gives plenty of options for the 3way that will kick off our next part. I do think it will involve Raf + someone else, but I'll leave who up to you. We all know my preference. 👀
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joao fic with he stays sober at a forge in italian club in milan, so reader can get drunk and he’s trying to take her home because she can’t walk straight but he’s struggling because he knows no italian at all (i also know your italian so thought this would be a good idea)😛
✮ Milano & L'amore - João Felix



joao felix x fem!reader
sy: milan comes with its fun, but also its less appealing moments. tonight’s an example.
a/n: although i hate the abbreviation of the ‘mafia’ and even mentioning it i couldn’t think of anything else as a placeholder so💔 plus this is not proofread idk im tired so sozsoz for any mistakes ..
warnings: portuguese and italian and the use of alcohol
the bartender slides you another shot of tequila across the marble countertop, and you catch it surprisingly easy.
the club is a kaleidoscope of green and pink, the flashing lights sending you into a drunken void.
“another one?” your boyfriend, joão, comes up from behind. his aftershave is overwhelmingly strong, which makes you even more nauseous.
“yes, another one,” you mock, taking a swig.
the liquid burns down your throat, the addictive wave of alcohol scorching into your head. your slumped over the bar, barely sitting upright and the stool is nothing but a flimsy cushion underneath you.
“y/n, i think you’ve had enough for tonight,” joão tries to snatch the drink, but you slide it away.
“i decide when i have enough,” you counter, almost falling backwards but joão’s swift enough to catch you on time.
“really?” he scoffs. “your gonna play this game with me? you know this isn’t healthy.”
with a second gulp of your drink, you slam the glass down onto the table to look up at your sober boyfriend who looks merely amused.
“your always acting like this,” you lazily mumble. “always lecturing me at… parties.”
you mimic him whilst swaying your hands in the air. “no y/n you can’t drink this, don’t do that. come over here, don’t go there.”
joão looks at you with an jovial expression—in the way your still able to form a sentence despite the amount of churning alcohol pitting in your stomach.
“now,” you fist the glass up to his face. “stop being so boring and have some!”
his grin falters, now unimpressed. “i’ll pass.”
“we’re in milan joão!” you lazily squeak, pulling him down by his half unbuttoned shirt, faces now inches apart. “you need to have some fun.”
he pinches his nose. “yeah and you need gum.”
your smile is carefree, joyful. you sling your arms around the nape of his neck, littering sloppy kisses over his tanned skin.
“awh aren’t you the sweetest?” you mistake his comment for a compliment. “i’m so lucky to have you bebê waby.”
joão purses his lips, rolling up his sleeves. “c’mon, enough. we’re going home right now.”
as he tries to lift you up, you vividly protest.
“ey antonio,” you call to the bartender, using the first name that comes to mind. “don’t make him take me away! we’re friends, right?”
the bartender solely spares you a glance, continuing to pour drinks like he’s heard this exact situation play out a hundred times before.
before you can resist further, you’re suddenly lifted off the ground, swung over joão’s shoulder like a misbehaving child.
“joão! put me down this instant, traidor,” you yell, kicking your legs.
joão, clearly, has more strength than you will ever possess, when he doesn’t even phase at the wriggling your doing to try and escape.
“joão! estou faland—serious,” you babble. “this.. não é justo.”
any words that spring to mind, you voice, even if it was a mix of both english and portuguese. you still somewhat have a smidge of conscious left, and you use it to snatch a fresh glass of vodka from a passing waiters tray.
joão catches on, glancing up at you. “y/n, where did you get that from—no!”
your mid-sip, when he forcefully slides it from your grasp and tosses it into a nearby waste bin.
“what’s wine ever done to you?” you slur, poking him in the chest as he finally sets you back down outside the club.
“for starters, that wasn’t wine,” he corrects. “and second of all, it stole my girlfriend from me.”
your eyes widen dramatically. “you have a… girlfriend? oh, so when did you meet her, huh?” you gasp. “you’re using me.”
joão runs a hand down his face. “no, amor, i don’t have another girlfriend.”
there was in fact, no other girl, but obviously you had way too many to drink than he anticipated.
“hmm,” you squint at him like you’re trying to read his mind.
visibly stressed, he runs his fingers through his hair as he pulls out his phone for a taxi. whereas, your too busy playing with the buttons on his shirt to notice.
“joão,” you spout, reaching up to squish his face between your hands. “you’re so… handsome.”
he sighs deeply, gently prying your hands off. “obrigado, amor. now let me find us a taxi, okay?”
but before he can even look up from his phone, you gasp dramatically. “wait. wait. where’s my bag?”
joão’s heart nearly stops. “what?”
you twirl around in circles, patting your sides. “i had a bag. where’s my bag? joão, my bag—”
“anjo, hey look at me,” he says, firmly locking your shoulders down. “you didn’t bring a bag.”
“oh.” you pause. “are you sure?”
“yes, i’m sure,” he groans, raking a hand down his face, almost on the brink of having heart palpitation. “we have more important things to worry about. like getting you home.”
as if the universe is mocking him, not a single car is in sight. the street is presumably quiet, as it is almost 3am and most people are already inside the club or stumbling off in different directions.
the portuguese looks around desperately, until spotting a driver leaning against the streetlamp.
“come on,” he tugs on your hand. “let’s see if he’s free.”
but you, in your drunken wisdom, come to a halt and dig your heels into the ground. “wait.”
joão groans. again. “wait for what y/n?”
you nervously grab onto his wrist with your spare hand, and whisper (noisily). “what if he’s part of the mafia?”
he stares at you, blinking so fast that he hopes you’d snap back into reality. the mafia?
your confident in your conspiracy, staring back with all of the faint seriousness you had left. not that you had much tonight, though.
“y/n,” he erupts flatly. “he’s a taxi driver.”
you hiss. “that’s what they want you to think.”
joão closes his eyes for a long moment, breathing in so deeply like he’s summoning for any patience that god can offer him. then, his nostrils flare determinedly, and without another word, he drags you along.
the driver looks up as you approach “sì?”
“uh.. possiamo eh,” he gestures vaguely. “possiamo.. prendere un taxi?” (can.. we get a taxi?)
“dove vuoi andare?” the driver now turns to face you fully. (where do you want to go?)
joão blanks. well shit. did he really expect a local in milan to be fluent in english? luckily, he briefly understood what he’d said but knowing how to form a response was a new challenge.
“uh.. to our hotel?”
“quale hotel?” the driver gives him a pointed look. (which hotel?)
joão’s mouth opens and closes. of course he knows the name of the hotel. but right now? right now, when you were clinging to his arm and sputtering some nonsense about ‘dangerous italian gangsters’(?). his brain was fried.
for you, this is nothing short of in awe. “awh baby you sound so smart right now.”
“y/n, please.” he feigns.
the driver sighs, patience thinning. “l'indirizzo?”(the address?)
he quickly fumbles for his phone, trying to pull up the hotels location. his hands are full because of your constant swaying against him, always looking to grab his attention.
“joãoo,” you pout, pressing your cheek against his chest. “why is your heartbeat so fast? is it normally this fast?”
“um, no,” he presses his lips into a thin line, still struggling to get the location. you continue to ramble about something else, but ignores you.
after a painful few seconds, he finally grabs the address, showing it to the driver.
the man squints at the screen, then exhales heavily, like he’s deeply regretting taking this job tonight. but he nods. “va bene. venite.” (okay. come)
you snort. “look at you, my multilingual king.”
he helps you into the backseat, making sure you don’t hit your head in the process, before sliding in next to you.
when the engine starts, your head hits his shoulder, he cuddles you closer, his arm around your waist like a crafted seatbelt.
after a few beats of silence, you grumble. “you still love me after all this right?”
joão ushers a breathy laugh, resting his chin atop your head. “more than anything mi vida.”

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How would Enhypen react to you calling them "princess"?
Enha Reaction to Being Called "Princess"
a/n: thank you for the request anon, I hope you enjoy!
warnings: all will be nsfw except for Niki, sub!enha, dom!F!reader, not proofread
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Heeseung:
Heeseung is a princess???
he would LOVE if you called him princess
I think he likes a healthy mix of praise and degradation, but he prefers praise!
Imagine him with his pink hair, staring up at you with his doe eyes, while you fuck him, lean down and whisper in his ear "You look so pretty like this princess" - he'd cum right then and there
Jay:
i'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't think he'd be big into more feminine pet names such as princess
He'd let you use it occasionally, but it wouldn't do a whole lot to him
I think if he was feeling really subby, or if he's slipped in to sub space, he wouldn't mind it - but otherwise, its a no
Jake:
I think Jake really likes petnames, he loves just about anything you call him
I think he'd like being called princess not as much as some others (I think he'd love to be called pup) - but he still loves it
I think it would kinda catch him off guard at first -- Jake was on his knees below you, sucking on your strap while looking up at you with big eyes, "You look so pretty like this princess" you tell him, causing him to pull away and reply with "please call me that again."
Sunghoon:
for Sunghoon I think it really depends on his mood, similar to Jay, but he'd like feminine petnames a lot more
I think he'd be really into wearing cute pink bows or some other cute accessory during sex
the first time you called him princess, his response to the petname was a whimper
I think based on his mood he'd love to be called both prince and princess - sometimes he's feeling more masculine, other times he's feeling more feminine
Sunoo:
Sunoo is THE princess
This man right here would absolutely MELT if you called him princess
similar to Hee, he might just cum as soon as the word left your mouth
Call him princess in the bedroom AND outside of the bedroom (just not around the guys)
he loves loves loves any sort of feminine petnames
Jungwon:
similar to Sunoo and Hee, Jungwon loves when you give him cute petnames
Jungwon would whimper out a "call me that again" as soon as you called him princess
he loves any sort of cute or more feminine name (angel, kitty, princess)
imagine convincing Jungwon to wear lingerie, he'd come out of the bathroom in the cute lacy pink set you picked out for him - he'd be shy, but as soon as you call him princess, he'd melt
Ni-ki:
this is in a SFW scenario, I am aware he is 18, but I am not currently comfortable writing any smut about him
I think in typical teenager fashion he'd stare at you with a "wtf" kind of expression
I think if you continued to call him princess it would grow on him, just as long as you don't call him it around anyone
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Trinket Catapult

You stand on the edge of the rusty balcony, the cool breeze from Zaun brushing against your skin, the chaotic sounds of the city below mingling with the distant hum of Piltover above. The sun dips low, casting a warm golden hue over the familiar, yet haunting, skyline that has been both your playground and your prison. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of memories swirling in your mind.
"Y/N! Look what I made!" Powder's voice rings out, bright and unyielding, cutting through your reverie. The sound of metal clinking fills the air as she bounds into view, a whirlwind of energy with her short blue hair tied in space buns bobbing as she runs.
You turn to see her holding a new contraption, a jumble of gears and wires that she's likely spent the last few days tinkering with. "It's a—"
"A trinket launcher?" you guess, a smile breaking through the somber mood.
"Close! It's a—" She pauses dramatically, her violet-blue eyes sparkling. "—a trinket catapult!"
A laugh escapes your lips, the sound almost foreign after so long. "You're going to put someone's eye out with that thing, you know."
"Pffft! Not if I aim it right!" She grins, her excitement infectious.
But as you watch her, a pang of guilt hits you. You remember the last time you felt this light, this carefree. It was with Violet, your childhood sweetheart. The warmth of her laughter, the sweetness of her smile... it all feels like a distant memory now, overshadowed by that tragic day.
"Y/N?" Powder's voice breaks through your thoughts, concern creeping into her tone. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just... thinking." You bite your lip, glancing toward the sunset, the colors swirling like a painting, chaotic yet beautiful. "It's just... everything reminds me of Vi."
You see Powder's smile falter, just for a moment, before she quickly recovers. "I know. But she wouldn't want you to be sad. She'd want you to be happy."
You nod, your heart heavy. "I know, but it's hard, Powder. I don't think I'll ever truly let her go."
"I understand," she murmurs, fidgeting with the trinket catapult. "But that doesn't mean you can't find happiness again. With someone else."
You turn to her, feeling the weight of her gaze. "And what about you? Don't you miss her?"
"Of course," she replies, her voice low, but there's a determination behind her words. "But I'd do anything for you, Y/N. Even if that means pretending to be her."
You blink, taken aback by her honesty. "Pretending to be Violet?"
"Yeah! I mean, you loved her, right? I could be like her, just for you. I'd wear her clothes, do my hair like hers. Anything."
"Powder, that's—"
"Please!" She steps closer, her eyes pleading. "Just give it a try. For me?"
You shake your head, laughter bubbling up again, mixed with disbelief. "You're serious?"
"Absolutely! I'll do what it takes."
A warmth spreads through your chest at her loyalty. "You're crazy, you know that?"
"Crazy for you!" she chirps, her laughter echoing in the alleyways.
But deep down, you sense a storm brewing. You know it's not just about pretending; it's about the ghosts of the past that still haunt you, and the love that refuses to fade.
Days turn into weeks, and Powder's resolve grows stronger with each passing moment.
She works tirelessly on her projects, each one more ambitious than the last. "Y/N! Look at this!" she exclaims one evening, presenting a mechanical bird that flaps its wings. "I named it Violet!"
You can't help but smile, but there's a lingering sadness that wraps around your heart. "You're going to confuse me."
"Good! Maybe it'll make you realize I'm right here!"
"Right here, pretending to be my dead girlfriend?"
"Not pretending! Just... giving you a reason to smile."
"Powder, this isn't healthy."
"Neither is moping around over someone who's gone!" she snaps back, her voice sharp but her eyes pleading.
The tension hangs heavy between you, and it's clear that the stakes are rising higher. You want to comfort her, to reach out and tell her it's okay, but the weight of your unresolved feelings keeps you rooted in place.
"Let's go to the old hideout," you suggest suddenly, desperate to change the subject. "The one by the river?"
Powder's eyes light up, a smile breaking across her face. "Yeah, Let's go!"
The two of you make your way through the winding streets of Zaun, the air thick with the scents of machinery and the distant sounds of laughter and music. As you reach the hideout, a small shack perched precariously over the rushing water, a wave of nostalgia washes over you.
"Remember the last time we were here?" Powder asks, plopping down on the creaky wooden floor.
You chuckle, recalling the misadventures you had with Vi, Mylo, and Claggor. "How could I forget? We almost got caught by the enforcers!"
"Yeah! And we had to hide in that dumb old barrel." Powder laughs, her eyes sparkling with joy.
"Violet was so mad at you for almost blowing up the barrel with your monkey bombs."
"Hey! They were supposed to be safe!" Powder grins, the memories washing over you both like a warm breeze.
But as laughter fades, the silence settles back in, a heavy blanket of unspoken words. You glance at Powder, who's now fidgeting with her hands, the brightness in her expression dimming. "Do you really think it's possible for me to move on?"
"Of course," she replies, her voice soft but firm. "But you have to let go of the past first. You can't keep holding onto something that's gone."
"I know," you whisper, the weight of her words sinking in. "But it's so hard."
"Then let me help you."
"By pretending to be Violet?"
"By being here for you. I care about you, Y/N. I don't want to lose you, too."
The vulnerability in her voice hits hard, and you feel the walls you've built around your heart begin to crack. "You're... really something, you know that?"
She shrugs, a hint of shyness creeping in. "Just trying to be the best friend I can be."
The moment stretches on, the sound of the river rushing below filling the silence. You can feel the tension between you, a pull that's both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Powder..." you start, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Y/N, can I... can I try something?"
Your heart races as you meet her gaze, uncertainty swirling in your stomach. "What do you mean?"
"Just... close your eyes. Trust me."
You hesitate, but something in her eyes tells you to comply. You nod, shutting your eyes tight as your heart pounds in your chest.
A moment passes, then you feel her warmth next to you. "Okay, open them!"
You do as instructed, and your breath catches in your throat. Powder has transformed herself, her hair styled to mimic Violet's, her clothes a makeshift version of what you remember. It's uncanny, and for a split second, you see a ghost of the girl you lost.
"Powder..."
"See? I can be her! Just for you!"
But as you gaze into her violet-blue eyes, the reality washes over you. This isn't Violet; it's Powder, your loyal and fierce friend, desperately trying to fill a void that can't be filled.
"It's not the same," you whisper, the truth slicing through the air like a knife.
"I know," she replies, her voice trembling. "But... can't you see how much I care?"
You reach out, brushing hair back from the way it was, the way it perfectly was, your heart aching for her. "I care about you too, Powder, but I'm not ready to let go."
"Then let's do this together," she pleads, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "You don't have to do it alone."
The weight of her words settles into your heart, and for the first time, you feel the flicker of hope. "Together?"
"Yeah. I'll be here, no matter what. But you have to promise me that you won't shut me out."
You nod slowly, feeling the warmth of her hand in yours. "I promise."
The resolve between you strengthens as the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. You sit together on the old wooden floor, hand in hand, the ghosts of the past still lingering but no longer suffocating.
"Let's make a new memory, then," you suggest, your voice steadier.
"Like what?" she asks, her eyes brightening.
"Like building something together. Something that isn't a trinket catapult."
Powder laughs, her joy infectious. "I'm in! But only if you help me!"
"Deal."
As you begin to sketch out plans for a new project, you realize that while Violet will always hold a special place in your heart, there's room for new beginnings, new memories, and perhaps, a new kind of love.
And as the stars begin to twinkle overhead, you can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, you're ready to embrace the future with Powder by your side.
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The Hockey Boys Part Two: The Gradual Takeover
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This story has been in the making for a while, and I kind of quit in the middle of it for months. I couldn’t find an ending or the right direction. I hope you all enjoy this version; I think I started over at least two times.
part one here: https://hardwriterdeluxe.tumblr.com/post/727576341242920960/economic-hockey-boys
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Alex’s plan was meticulous, calculated to usurp Max's place both on the team and in the social hierarchy. It began subtly, with Alex hanging around Max more often, always conveniently there to assist or "help" whenever Max needed it. He started emitting a new, strong smell with a musk that seemed to dominate the air around him. The scent was potent, masculine, and it slowly began to take hold in the locker room.

At first, Max didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He was too focused on maintaining his status as captain and the team's star player. But the others started to change in their behavior. They began looking to Alex for guidance, respecting his opinions more and more, while Max found it increasingly difficult to command the same respect.
One evening, after a particularly intense practice, Alex approached Max in the locker room. The space was filled with the pungent scent of sweat and Alex’s overpowering musk. Max was exhausted, sitting on the bench, wiping his face with a towel. Alex, freshly showered but still emanating that musk, sat beside him, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You okay, Max?” Alex asked, his tone laced with a mix of concern and something else—something that made Max uneasy.
“Yeah, just tired,” Max replied, trying to muster his usual confidence.
“Maybe you should take it easy,” Alex suggested, lifting his arm to adjust his jersey, exposing his pit. The musk hit Max like a wave, making him feel dizzy and disoriented. “You’ve been pushing yourself pretty hard.”

Max nodded, unable to shake the feeling of Alex’s dominance growing stronger with each passing day. The musk seemed to cling to him, invading his senses even after he left the locker room.
Over the next few weeks, the transformation began in earnest. Max started to lose weight, his muscular frame slowly wasting away. His once-bulging biceps shrank, his pecs flattened, and his six-pack abs softened into a smooth, slender torso. His legs, once powerful and thick, became thin and frail. His skin lost its healthy tan, turning pale and almost translucent. His face softened, his jawline losing its sharpness and becoming more delicate and androgynous.
The changes weren’t just physical. Max’s confidence waned as he found it harder to assert himself. The team, too, started to notice but couldn’t quite put their finger on what was happening. Alex, on the other hand, grew more robust. His muscles became more defined, his presence more commanding. He had started taking Max's place not just in performance but in the hearts and minds of their teammates.

Max’s clothes began to change as well. His gear, once snug and highlighting his athletic build, became loose and baggy. His jersey, bearing the captain's insignia, was replaced with a simple tracksuit labeled "WATER BOY" on the back. His locker, once prominently positioned among the team's stars, vanished, leaving him with a small, inconspicuous cubby near the entrance.
“Hey, Maxie, can you grab us some water?” one of the players called out one day. Max looked up, realizing with a start that he had been demoted to a mere water boy. The name "Maxie" stuck, a cruel reminder of his new position. His memories of leading the team, of scoring goals and celebrating victories, began to blur, replaced by feelings of awe towards Alex and secret crushes on the more manly players.

The team quickly took advantage of Maxie's new role. They would make fun of him, teasing him mercilessly. "Hey, Maxie the Service Boy, clean out my locker!" they'd jeer, throwing smelly gear at him, the odor overwhelming his senses. The once-proud captain was now an easy target for their taunts, his weakened state making him unable to fight back.
One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, the team decided to play a prank on Maxie. At Alex's suggestion, they locked him into a locker filled with reeking gear, the pungent smell of sweat and musk suffocating him. Maxie banged on the door, pleading to be let out, but the boys just laughed and walked away.
Finally, Alex came to "rescue" him. He opened the locker, a look of mock concern on his face. "Having fun, Maxie?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Maxie stumbled out, his eyes watering from the stench. "Please, Alex, I can't take this anymore," he begged, his voice trembling.
Alex's smirk widened as he grabbed Maxie by the collar and pulled him close. "You'll do whatever I say, won't you, Maxie?" he whispered, his breath hot against Maxie's ear.
Maxie nodded, unable to resist the overpowering musk emanating from Alex's body. Alex pushed him down to the floor, standing over him in nothing but his musky socks, jockstrap, and pits reeking from practice. "Show me how much you appreciate your new role," he commanded.
Maxie, his mind clouded by the intoxicating scent, obeyed without question. He serviced Alex, his actions driven by a mix of submission and a strange, overwhelming desire. Alex watched with satisfaction, knowing that he had completely dominated and owned Maxie, at least within the confines of the locker room.
From that night on, Maxie was Alex’s toy, a secret shared between the two of them. The team continued to win, celebrating their new captain and hero, Alex, while Maxie's presence faded into the background. In the quiet moments, away from prying eyes, Maxie and Alex found solace in each other, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Alex had successfully stolen Max’s life, and in doing so, they had found an unexpected connection that neither had anticipated.

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