#now this drawings are on my wall yayyy

[nothingbizzare]

My sun and moon

[kroosluvr]

featherman seeker

as usual da cele notes under cut

had to get some food so thsi si late... i lterally gluedm yself to my chair to finish this LMAOAO

all of the not-dialogue is just straight up lines frm featherman seeker LMAOOO just rearranged

this takes place during 3rd semester (see: infiltration log on wall on 4th page, also their winter clothes strewn around akira's room) after drawing it i was rereading like oh u cld prob see this as like post-third semester but nah i intended it to be such BECAUSE

i rock w the canon that sumire has no clue abt akechi's past and black mask and the mental shutdowns and shido and the engine room she doesnt know hes supposed to be dead, that he sacrificed himself, etc. so ofc shes going thru the game like yayyy featherman yay and her sort of naivete Gets thru to goro. i imagine this is like idk a game he played in childhood bc he was a featherman fan but now revisiting it bc sumire wanted to try it, hes like. damn. this kinda. uh. well thats crazy how things line up. so i think it kinda grates at him but sumi's excitement and like. enjoyment! of it kinda helps him also enjoy it more

SO LIKE He knows he's going to die. He knows thats how grey pigeon's story ends. but he's happy here, and now, with the people he loves, so that makes it All right for now. it's a sad story but it's the good ending.

also i forgor how/where/when goro exactly Actualizes back into existence but can u imagine if he spawned right into the winter wonderland of shibuya square like (head in hands) smth so like. isolating abt it. in a crowd of ppl being excited over christmas and hes like what the hell im supposed to be Dead right now.

also "you are not alone" in the first panels very important..... right under hte panel w goro and sumi side by side :') yea

ryuji and ann holding akira back. YEA.

i really like the 3rd slide. the colors mmmm BUT YEAH so its goro/akira fighting/saving sumire, hanging out at jazz jin, last stand against adam kadmon, then goro holding sumi and akira's hands in the snow, then them smiling :') kinda like a procession of memories, or to-be memories or whatever

ANYWAY this is also like part of my whatever canon divergence where the royal trio section of 3rd sem is just longer for no reason . (aka: the thieves take longer to win over to their side, idk maruki gives u a longer time on the deal, etc etcetc.) just more royal trio time :3

sumibun akimeow and gorodog in 4th img... hidden.... also tennis rackets. ALSO THE LITTLE POLAROIDS Important. and all their clothes! i imagine they stay over at leblanc A Lot. akira prob convinces sojiro to Keep morgana at his house LOL and he handles the business and stuff just so they can have their safe haven while they struggle to try and win the thieves back and infiltrate the palace etc . (I kinda have a comic or something in the works for this)

more abt dialogue choices

"it's tough for a tutorial stage" - this means smth. i didnt think this thru 100% ASKJDHASDKJA but its to do w akechi's life and how everything was so fucking difficult for him as a kid when it shouldnt have been.

"is the second phase giving you trouble" - also smth to do w akechi. (As u can see these are all half baked metaphors) smth to do w his 'second life" aka: third semester being Difficult. because now he has sumire and akira and he doesn't want to leave them, so dying the 2nd time is gonna suck real bad.

i like shuakesumi btw

[hoeforhao]

🏷 Kidult ▪︎ Choi Seungcheol Fic ▪︎ pt.3

↷ pairing: dad!seungcheol × fem!reader (feat!jeonghan)

↷ genre: smut with zero to no plot, just a bonus stand alone sort of to the angsty previous parts.

↷ warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!explicit language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving ), mostly fem pleasuring, thigh kink?creampie, breeding kink, biting and marking, slightly bratty seungcheol, lots of name calling. Tell me if i missed any!

↷ summary: what happens when your husband finally caves in to his mistakes and gives you an unforgettable night as an apology.

↷ part: 3/4 pt.1, pt.2, pt.4

↷ w.c: 2.3k (how can just smut be this long lord)

↷ author's note: last part finally lord yayyy!!! after much procrastination it's here at last. I suck at writing smut and specially breeding kink, so pls bear with me♡

Permanent taglist : @feat-sun @joonsytip @dinonuguaegi

If your two day old self saw you now squished under seungcheol's bulk figure, his veiny hard length pumping restlessly around your soft pink walls while his head rested in the crook of your neck,his sweaty forehead rubbing against your collarbones and his small wet stubby nose grazing against the back of your earlobes.....she would've definitely thought it's a severe case of fever dreams!

"You're my wife y/n and even...even more the bane of my existence, you...you can look at me as long....as long as you want baby" cheol's mouth reverbed against the length of your jaw, imprinting his very own mastered piece of red and purple marks onto any exposed face of your honey skin.

"Cheollie" your gentle dovish coo brings out cheol from the nest of your shoulders and instead lands his dewy melon eyes onto your sultry cat ones.

His ears were refusing to believe what was entitled upon them.....you called him 'cheollie', the very name you used to call him everytime before he fucked up the things with you, the one you cried out while holding onto his hands with your entire life as you gave birth to the daylight of his life, and that exact same name you used to moan under him while he pumped his juices deep inside your womb.

"Can, you, keep, on, calling, me, that, throughout, the, entire, night, today, pls, love?" with each word leaving his mouth, his lips left a following kiss on your face, the last one landing on your forehead.

"You don't know how much I've missed hearing you call me Cheollie, how I've missed your little giggles these days, your cresent smile, those round cheeks pooffing up whenever you become sulky - my second adorable child!" Seungcheol's hands now traveling up your waist through over your dress, the cold metal rings drawing in a sensation you forgot you even had the ability to feel, and finally resting on the bow that was the only lock to the mystical city beneath.

"But most of all, you know what I missed?" bringing up his face from the enchanting sweat of your skin, his eyes now bore their venom into yours, hands still wrapped around your torso. "The taste of this pretty little body of yours"

Even before you could flash him with the red of your cheeks, cheol's hands shift from your back to your hips, landing a tight squeeze on the right one to let you know what your next step is going to be; and as an absolutely obedient wife you quickly catch onto his signals and push up a little to wrap your thighs around his tiny midriff.

Seungcheol walks back with you clutched onto his body like a koala, lips never leaving yours swollen ones as his legs finally hit the footboard of the queen bed.

Twirling on his feet and placing you down upon the satin sheets, oh so carefully as his you were the one last piece of Lorenzo's sculptures; something he can never afford to even tolerate a scratch on; cheol dropped himself on his knees against the velvety red rugs, hands now fixated onto your bare thighs.

"A man is said to be the lucky when his lady has thighs as thick as the towers on a monument" his lips now land onto the soft jiggly mass of your upper legs, hands slowly creeping up towards the boundaries of your panties. "And me? I'm the luckiest to have these supple smooth brawns all to myself"

"Che...cheol ahh fu-" a sharp sting grazes the heat of your skin as seungcheol bites down onto a small mound of your inner things.

"What did I say darling? Didn't i tell you to call me Cheollie, huh? Do you want that slutty cunt of yours to go unattended tonight then princess!" his words make the awaiting river in your pussy finally run free down its source.

"S-sorry cheollie, but ple..please touch me already, I can't take it anymore" your own lewd words were ringing in your ears, making those rosy cheeks become rosier by the time.

"Touch where baby? I need clear words" cheol's mouth is now dangerously close to your throbbing core, while your thighs are left stained with all shades of purple and blue.

"At...at my...ummm...you know" it wasn't your first time having sex with him after childbirth, but it was definitely the first time of him catering to your pleasures and edging you to the brink, which thus made you swallow your words down your throat again.

"Hmm?" another attack from seungcheol finds its targets on you, but this time along the linen of your already wet panties, as his teeth sharply grazed against your clothed clit.

"Fuck it! I need you to touch my pussy please cheollie, it's literally aching at this point!!!" you were never a woman of prolonged patience and that showed up quite well when you brought one of your hands from the sheets to pull onto cheol's freshly smoothed locks....the other staying back to support your arched up back onto the bed.

"That's like my girl, so horny for her man's touch!" seungcheol's hands finally find the hem of your panties, pulling them down your knees meanwhile prepping his fingers to dive right into cunt.

Teasing your sloppy folds with the tip of his slightly outgrown nails, driving you literally nuts from the painful pleasure running throughout the entire length of your sweet petals, the grip on seungcheol's hair getting tighter with every

You were brought out of the lecherous utopia with the sudden contact of a pair of soft silken lips onto the wet ones of yours. To your utter disbelief, cheol was now sucking down on your cunt, something he has done only once, on your wedding night.

"Cheol....Cheollie, what are you-" a finger coated in your slick lands on your ever so talkative pair of crescent flesh.

"Ssshh y/n! You don't know how much I've craved to have the taste of your juices on my tongue!" seungcheol was a secret master of giving oral and now you were brought to acquaint that fact as his tongue worked wonders on your clit, flicking it like it was some piece of food particle stuck in his mouth. With his every suck onto your pussy, your grip of cheol's hair kept tightening to the near extent of pulling the roots out of his scalp.....but he was too drowned in your wetness to even pay heed to his own pain.

"Cheollie I...I am nea...shit" you flooded up his face cavities with your warm discharge, completely unannounced. As cheol slowly brought up his face from the home of your pussy, your eyes got hooked onto the absolute beauty infront of you.

Your husband's face painted finely with your white secretes , a proud smirk creeping up his cum stained lips seeing how insane he's already driven you just with his mouth alone, your skin glowing like a firefly from witnessing your slick is dripping down his chin down to his lap.

"That spawn of devil bestfriend of yours can surely bring a smile on your lips, but bet he can ever see this pleasure stricken face of yours!!! It's only mine to view and only mine to keep. My pretty little slut, aren't you love?!" cheol finally gets up from the floor only to throw himself onto you, his lips entwining with yours for the umpteenth time. But this time there was a kick to the usual hungry approach.

He bites onto your lips, forcing them open just so that he can make you taste your own sweet nectar on your tongue, realise how heavenly your insides taste, why he was driven crazy to devour your cunt you after two years.

"You know even the flowers would wither away from jealousy if they get to know that their honey is nothing compared to yours" seungcheol's hands now playing with the bow of your dress, lips never leaving yours. "But alas they'll never. Cuz I'll be the only one to know how sweet my lady tastes"

"Cheollie I feel empty...i want it now please". From the moment cheol layed down his entire weight on you, you could feel his strained bulge against your stomach, hands finding an excuse to palm them at least once. So as to fuel in your cravings, you tug onto the back of his head to pull him up from your lips and fix his gaze onto your pleading kitten eyes.

"Want what baby?" seungcheol absolutely knew what he was doing, pushing you towards the edge of the cliff only to hear you begging for him or more appropriately his dick . How could you even think that he didn't notice your hand ghosting over the tent in his pants.

"This? Is this what my princess wants?" he takes your hands in his and brings them towards his crotch to finally rest them on this clothed dick.

"Y-yes please. Can't wait" you whimper under him, hands impatiently rubbing circles on his hardness until they're swished away by his, just so that he could finally bring out his aching length to the spotlight.

"This desperate for me honey? Guess I've no other options than to mend to my sweet wife's needs" the smug visible wide on his face as cheol lines up his dick infront of your hole, hands traveling up your torso to undo the bow of the dress and let it fall aside freely; your tanned glazed body now completely bare to his eyes.

"Ready love?" how you wish you could capture the exact moment cheol's eyes turned from all teasing to so soft, asking for your consent to go in, and then turning hungry again when you give an ok nod at him.

Even after being almost moulded into the shape of his cock, your pussy still clenched like shit around his length, as if trying to suck out the last drop of life from his genitals.

"Taking me in so well baby, so fuckin tight" cheol groans between thrusts, feeling your walls close up onto his dick ; hands now playing with your breasts, kneading the supple flesh like a dough with occasional twists of your nipple between his fingers. "Fucked by me so many times yet still not perfectly framed for my cock"

"Guess I've to now leave my dick curved hole into your womb for you to harbor it easy from the next time, or" his eyes light up at the sudden mischievous thought. "Or even better, fill you up with a child so that my imprint is left in there forever, so that i can see you now enjoying your lost childhood with two of my seedlings, so that we can finally change Hana's name after making her an older sister, what say love?"

Your cheeks heat up at his comment. The sheer sight of you carrying his second child, birthing again and giving Hana a sibling just instantly feels you up with pure delight and content.

Your shy little smile and that dreamy expression on your face was enough fuel for cheol to start pumping into you at his maximum pace, putting the bed at a risk of collapsing down under the intense action.

"Gonna look as heavenly as the dawn angel with my child swelling in your belly and as sultry as the night siren with my cum filling up your dirty little hole" maybe it was his words or his high thrusts that you were now close to your second orgasm of the night.

"Am gonna cum cheollie" you look up at him with the most endearing eyes one can ever witness, even in such a lewd position.

"Cum for me baby, cum on my cock, show me how good your husband makes you feel" he picks up his pace again anticipating his own climax soon.

"F..fu-fuck ahh" and with that one last thrust both of you come undone on the cream satin sheets, the thought of paying for the damages next morning never bothering the two as seungcheol was a literal walking atm.

Seungcheol's eyes stay fixed onto your legs at the sight of his cum filling up your gole to the brim and leaking down your marked up thighs. He pushes himself in you for the last few times, making sure to nestle his precious seeds deep inside your womb.

"Couldn't let even a drop of it go to waste, right?" his face paints itself with a victorious smirk as he finally pulls out of you and plops down on the bed by your side ; arms locking you in his embrace as tight as possible while his sweat stained forehead rests on the crater of your shoulders.

"Y-you won't change back again na cheollie?" the post sex doubts hit you and you're now curled up like a ball along his abs, hands gripping onto his with your entire life.

"I know I've fucked up bad y/n and no words of assurance can heal it so soon, but please let me show you through actions now, that how much both of you mean to me. You two are the literal gems of my life love, my most beautiful princesses." cheol gently releases his palms from your hold and places them on the back of your head instead, circling soft gentle pats onto your silky cascades, like a parent comforting their child.

His eyes feebly shoot up to see why you aren't replying, only to find you snoring like a kid in his warmth.

"My cute little kiddo. I will give my everything to protect this family y/n" and with that he places a soft kiss on your forehead before drifting off to his own slumber.

[mewtwobootleg]

Yayyy more arts with my ocs on my wall for me to admire!!!💕

The pretty arts belong to @mewnamewtwo and @dragonscozyteatimemrex!! (Ty for drawing them btw :D)

Now I can meditate uwu

[zooblenation]

IM FINALLY MAKING OC LORE POST YALL BETTER HYPE ME UP. Starting with explaining the premise of the main antagonist in my story, Pandemonium. Once you know his whole thing My others characters will make much more sense. heres an ref of him for newcomers

Anyways into the lore mines.

Trickster God of Mischief, Deception, and Illusions. It oversees all mortal affairs concerning these domains. Pandemonium was created for the purpose of spreading entertainment and surprise to mortals. However, he quickly grew bored of this task and sought to create entertainment only for himself, rather than for the mortals he was created for.

He began to make deals with mortals, or as he calls them, “Stories.” He would prey on mortals in vulnerable situations, promising them solutions. But the deals were always rigged. Through illusions and lies, he set them up in ways where the deal maker was bound to fail.

He called these deals stories, because of the effort he put into each one. He was creating storylines. Pandemoniums goal isn’t how many people he can trick, but how grand he could do it. In some situations it even lead to him creating Entire Illusioned worlds for the deal maker to be tricked in. (This will be a bit clearer once i explain the premise of some of the deals hes already made..)

When a deal is broken or failed, Pandemonium turns them into his puppets. (puppets are always dressed in clown/jester attire, no matter the previous aesthetic. mortals are his court jesters lmfao)

how his puppets curse works:

He stores their souls in mind prisons, the mind prisons reflect the person and their traumas. There is a “window” to the eyes in all of them, so the puppeted person can still see through their own eyes. (If you try to close your eyes in the mind prison to look away, you start seeing out of your Actual Eyes. There is No Escape.) Puppets are still capable of feeling pain inflicted to their bodies. Pandemonium thrives off pain, and torments his puppets to no end. What are they gonna do it about it. Say something? The puppets can still talk to an extent, but he filters out and silences anything he Doesn’t Want to hear, so a lot of mortals just give up on trying. They are just toys to him now. And toys can always be put back together no matter how many times you break them.

other random stuff:

Pandemonium has a storage room for all his puppets when he’s not playing with them. Its a long, infinite (aka you could just keep going Up or Down forever.) cylinder shaped room. Along the walls are stairs that twist and turn and quite frankly Don’t Make Sense. In the hollow center of this room, cabinet’s float. There is a cabinet for each puppet, and they r personalized to the mortal. Some of the puppets who have been long forgotten have probably been floating around in this room for years. Yayyy.

I have a small drawing but erm its a bit old and i never finished it. all those boxes r suppose to be cabinets lmfao

erm i tried to compress this as much as possible so there are details left out but. i think this is a pretty good summary.. if u have any questions/something is confusing. Bink bink.

[pinkies-blogs-blog]

Mini storytime for age regressors:

Cg: baby what are you doing? did you draw on the walls?

Little: oopsies dada m no attention.

Cg: aww I didn't know my little princess wanted attention you could've said so.

Little: m jus a babie dada.

Cg: oops I totally forgot you are regressed.

Cg: well how about we get you chocolate milk in your sippy cup and your paci hm?

Littles: yayyy thankies dada mhm m wants :)

Cg: hehe okay precious girl.

Cg: dada is not mad at you just surprised you've written on the wall.

Littles: m sowwy.

Cg: no no it's okay my beautiful princess.

Little: *snuggles him*

Cg: awee okay now let's go watch bluey 🥺

The end 🎀❤️

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

21 questions tag !

thanks so much for tagging me @deakyfordays ily wifey thank u for thinking of me :') <3

rules: answer 21 questions then tag 21 people you’d like to get to know better

nicknames: uhhh well my family calls me Eby because when my little bro was v little he couldn't pronounce Emily (my real name, and the name of approx. half of all other white girls lol), so I was Ayee and then Eby

zodiac sign: scorpio but I have no clue what that means I'm supposed to be like

height: 5'7

hogwarts house: I was a ravenclaw when I took the test like 5 years ago, and i made a massive fuckin ravenclaw crest poster (book not film colours!!1!) for my bedroom wall, HOWEVER I feel like I'm probably a hufflepuff now but I'm too scared to retake the test. that poster took weeks :/

last thing i googled: the chords for one of the pieces i study for my music gcse which is in 2 days aaaAAA

fave musicians: Queen duh their music owns my soul and literally changed my life.... i also really like Muse, imo they're producing some of the best music atm ((I always pull this but they formed at my school skkskdk !!!)) my god i want to go to one of their live shows SO FUCKING BAD!! THAT SHIT'S CRAZY look it up they have a giant robot alien

song stuck in your head: the star wars theme lmao it's another one of the pieces i study for my GCSE which I'm "revising" for rn

following: 55 lmao i cant deal with too much going on. if I follow u it's bc I think ur *really cool* (disclaimer! you're all really cool I'm just a lazy bitch)

followers: 629 !!!! I'd like to thank each and every one of you for putting up with me. I hope you're all having a lovely day!!

do you get asks: not until recently, but now I do and its literally the highlight of my day!! I love you all so much

amount of sleep: 9 hrs usually except last night when I was a Dumb Bitch and stayed up until the early hours of the morning trying to draw john deacon's eyes in detail from several painfully blurry pics, anyway more about that later!! ;)

lucky number: 69 ;;;) no im joking it's 420 (it's 3 but shh that's too boring)

what are you wearing: a red shirt which used to be my aunt's and jeans which used to be my mum's, I have Style (if u asked me yesterday I could have said my new yellow deaky-inspired shorts and queen tee shirt dammit)

dream job: making guitars babeyyy!!!

dream trip: I'd looove to go to Japan... it seems so beautiful and different from here and they love john deacon apparently

instruments: piano (and voice sort of), violin, bass (IM GETTING A BASS SOON YAYYY)

languages: English, a bit of Spanish from school (we'll wait to see if i pass my exams before i get too confident about that though)

favorite songs: oh hecc not this question

random fact: luke skywalker's theme is based primarily off the tonic and dominant of Bb major, the strongest notes in the key, and consequently makes frequent use of perfect cadence (V-I), giving it it's strong, heroic sound lmfaoooo

aesthetic: idk at this point. autumn? music? john richard deacon born 19th august 1951? who can say

now as we all know I'm a Pussy and don't tag people but same goes as usual - if you wanna do it consider yourself tagged

[your-highnessmarvel]

California ~ part seven

Summary: She had always wanted a future of power and fulfillment. She’d always imagined she would be a woman of conviction, a woman to choose how her life would lay ahead of her. Yet sometimes, things are arranged for you, and there is nothing to be done but to go gentle into the night.

A/N: Yayyy, I updated successfully! Praise me. Hope you guys enjoy this highly anticipated chapter! Pppplease leave feedback, really, it helps!

Parings: Loki x OC, mentions of Thor x Sif

Word count: 3305 (shit)

Warnings: Smut, language, SLIGHTLY DUBCON SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING, PLEASE DO NOT READ

Banner made by me. Pictures are not mine.

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CALIFORNIA MASTERLIST

“Wife.”

“Husband.”

              The tension was so thick, so present, that Cali could have cut it with a knife. Her fingers were trembling, clutching her gown, her loose hair tickling her bare arms. Her eyes looked at anything but him. She didn’t want to think about what had to happen, what duty called of them. She wanted to close her eyes, to land somewhere where not even Loki’s agile fingers could get to her.

              Her sanity was slipping.

              The coy appearance he had been displaying at the wedding and the banquet hall had vanished. The mask had slipped. He was back to feeling like a storm, a tornado. He was back to making the girl feel as if she was living her very last moments.

              “Don’t be scared,” he said, his voice low. He looked angelic in the dim lighting of their new quarters. His short strands of raven hair were tousled, his eyes alight with a fire only she knew burned for her.

              “I am not,” she answered, voice wavering, bottom lip quivering. She didn’t want him to take her the way she knew he wanted to. Savagely. Like animals. As if she didn’t matter.

              “You’re shaking like a leaf,” he muttered, his tone now disinterested. He moved harshly, making the brunette-his wife- flinch ever the slightest. “Something the matter?”

              Her fear turned to anger, and now she wanted to hurt him. Her teeth clenched, shaking fingers closing into fists, eyes turning burning red with calamity.  He was acting so nonchalant, walking to the dresser and taking off the golden accessories that had been on his armor.

              “I hate you,” she grumbled between clenched teeth. He turned to her, midway from taking off his sleeve jewels, his left eye cocked innocently.

              “Such big words for such a little lady,” he retorted sarcastically. “Or shall I say, princess.”

              You could almost hear the growl leaving her chest. Like an animal, she lunged at him, smacking him right across the cheek. His skin flashed red, eyes closing as he tried to contain his anger, jaw clenched almost painfully.

              She stood there, panting with anger, eyes searching his face for any kind of hurt she could salvage to make herself feel a tiny bit better. But then he turned a burning gaze upon her, filled with loathing, filled with murderous intent. She took one step back, not losing her resolve, but she knew she was done for.

              “These nuptials shall start with a punishment, my love?” he growled, making her heart beat erratically within her chest. She wanted to hit him again, harder, to draw blood, to make him feel just how awfully he was making her. But she knew one time was enough. Her hands balled into fists, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms.

              He took a small step forward, closing the distance between them. “Do I need to teach you how to behave?” he asked, louder, intent on getting an answer.

              “You lay a hand on me and I swear I wi-“

              He grabbed her forearm, effectively interrupting her, making her squeak unintentionally. Her heart bashed against her breastbone, her pulse racing in her veins, breath coming out in short puffs.

              “What will you do, huh?” he growled low in his chest, eyes a green torment. But she knew he was taking pleasure in this. He was so close to her that he could have just moved an inch, and he’d be kissing her.

              When she didn’t reply, he threw her out of his grasp, circling her like a predator does to prey. She stood there, frowning, anger flaring from every pore of her being. Her hair had been slightly disheveled in her attempt to harm him, but the rest of her had remained unscathed.

              He, however, was taking his sweet time to undress himself. She could hear the metal of his armored suit. When he came standing before her, he made a show of shrugging off his armor and letting it clang to the floor.

              “What did you think was going to happen?” he asked, voice now back to his nonchalant disguise. The brunette clenched her teeth even harder, nails drawing blood from within her palms. “Did you think you’d slap some sense into me? Or maybe I’d let you smack me around like that for fun?”

              The girl took a step back, turning towards the opened window, arms crossing over her chest.

              “Tell me!” he almost yelled. The young woman jumped, eyes rolling up to the ceiling, trying to cover the tears of anger in them.

              “I just wanted to hurt you!” she yelled back, still not facing him. “Because I hate you!” Her shoulders heaved, tears oh so ready to stain her cheeks. “I hate you so much for the way you make me feel.”

              “You’re angry because I can make you cum when probably no one else in this realm can?” he grumbled, his choice of words making the girl flinch yet again. “That’s okay. Little lady only thinks about herself, yet again.”

              She frowned, turning to him slowly, cautiously. “What?”

              “You never stopped to think about how I feel in all of this?” he asked, gesturing with his hands. He looked different without his armor; less of a warrior and more like a simple man. His green leathers and black wool made him look so mundane. “You don’t care about anything but your little feelings, right? No, no, don’t worry about Loki, who’s been forced to marry Vanir filth in order to please the realms!”

              Anger flared up in her like a fire. “Filth?!” she yelled. “Am I the one who manipulates his way around and lies to everyone he knows? If I’m filth, then wow, Loki, that probably makes you the entire sack of dirt!”

              His hand was clawing at the roots of her brunet mane faster than she could breathe. “You are my wife,” he growled, teeth clenched, “and you will talk to me with respect.”

              With her head titled back forcefully, the tears that had welled in her eyes tickled down onto her temples, disappearing in her hairline. Her mouth hung slightly ajar. “And I don’t deserve yours?” she asked back bitterly.

              He looked her over once, his eyes roaming her exposed neck and down to wear he could clearly view her cleavage. “There’s other things you deserve from me,” he grunted. He loosened his grip, free hand barely skimming along the exposed flesh of her abdomen. She shivered under his touch, her mind playing back all the wonderful and treacherous feelings her body felt while under his very touch. “Don’t you know,” he whispered. “Don’t you know just how good I can make you feel?”

              Slowly, he brought both hands to her cheeks and lay a hard kiss on her mouth. She tried to be repulsed, really, she did. But even just the feel of his mouth on hers had her almost melting.

              And she hated herself for that.

              He broke away from the kiss, his eyes searching hers, a sly smirk on his lips. “My my,” he cooed, “I’ve already made such a mess of you, my darling.”

              He had. Even though she wanted to hurt him so badly, there was such a fine line between love and hate. Just the brush of his fingers and the feel of his lips could make her forget the entire night, the entire part where his mask slipped off and she took a good peek into the darkness that was his soul. Her mind and her body had betrayed one another. Her flesh was already pin prickling with pleasure, her body wanting his, yet her mind was screaming at her uselessly.

              He knew exactly how to play her. After all, he was the master of manipulation. She’d said so herself.

              She wanted to hurt him so bad, but still, she let him walk her backwards until the backs of her knees were skimming the edge of the bed. She was looking down, effectively avoiding the darkness that was his eyes. His hands slithered down to her waist until he slowly turned her around.

              Her back was pressed against his chest, fingers grazing her neck as he pushed her brown locks to one side. “How long I’ve waited for this,” he whispered, pecking her shoulder, causing her skin to bubble with goosebumps. His agile fingers took the cord of her corset and untangled the knot at the base of her spine. Slowly, with the girl panting and her heart in her throat, the prince unraveled the strings one at a time, pulling harshly enough to let her know that this, this, was punishment.

              “Tell me, dear wife,” he drawled when he was halfway done with her strings, “have you ever been with a man besides me?” Her fingers twitched at her sides, eyes round and staring at the wall before her. She scanned the gold linen sheets, heart throbbing senselessly in her chest. When her silence had irritated him enough, he pulled violently on both ends of the string and brought her body flush against his. “Answer me,” he gritted.

              “I have not,” she whispered. She could practically feel the devilish smirk on his lips as he continued untying her corset.

              “There is much to learn, my princess,” he mumbled.

              “There is much for you to learn, my dear husband,” she answered, voice breathy.

              “And what’s that?” he asked in a distracted tone as he finished with her strings and roughly opened the garment. Her back was exposed to him, the air washing over her humid skin. His hands splayed along her flesh, skimming along her spine and on her shoulder blades.

              “Love,” she whimpered, unable to concentrate when his hands were on her so softly.

              He flipped her around until she was facing him. His face had contorted into anger, which he was trying hard to repress; flaring nostrils, torment in those forest green eyes. He was staring so intensely at her that she felt like she would break under his gaze.

              Then she saw it; the monster. The darkness slithering in like smoke from a fire. His brows curled upward in feigned sadness, his hands reaching for her jaw. Cupping her face, he cooed, “you’re so sweet, my darling, for thinking that I could actually love you.”

              He leaned in, and just when she thought he’d kiss her, he whispered, “I’ve never loved anyone but myself.”

              “That’s not true,” she stated coldly. His eyes widened in shock; more shocked by her sudden tone than anything else. “A being filled with such hatred and agony has had to know love before. Only love can do this much damage.”

              “Damage?” he growled. “You think you can fix me?”

              “I think I can show you,” she answered confidently. With courage she didn’t know she had, she reached out for the buttons of his shirt. She popped the first one, watching as his stunned expression took in her actions. His eyes were round by the time she was halfway done with his shirt. “There is pleasure in being soft, in being caring,” she added when she had his entire shirt open. She glided her hands along his shoulders, bringing the garment off his body and crumpling to the floor.

              She spun him gently until he was the one standing on the edge of the bed, his lips ajar, eyes watching her every move. The brunette slowly shrugged out of her already opened dress until it lay in a pool at her feet.

              She stood in front of him, completely naked, exposed, watching as his burning green gaze trailed along his wife’s body.

              With a tap of her finger, she had him sitting on the bed. She held his face in her hands, short raven locks curled in her fingers. Gently, as if trying not wake up a sleeping child, Cali straddled him; she fully naked and he still dressed in only his trousers. Seated on him, she brought her lips to his ear. “There is such pleasure in gentleness,” she whispered, grasping his hands in hers and guiding it between their bodies.

              He’d never felt or seen such tenderness. With her, he’d always been straight forward; chasing a goal. He’d never wanted to take his time and explore the wonders of her body like he should, but now, taken by surprise, he was too shaken to make any other move.

              She guided his fingers to wear her soaking flesh was waiting. He skimmed along the inside of her thigh, gliding over the slick folds.

              “Do you see how my body reacts when you are gentle with me?” she asked in his ear, bringing his fingers closer to her clit. She rose on her knees, giving him more access, bringing her chest closer to his face.

              He knew how to please a woman, but he’d never been taught in such a way. When his index rubbed slowly on her clit, the sweet yelp that came from her lips had him hard in his pants already. His green gaze stayed locked where his hand was, pleasuring her.

              He rubbed slow circles, feeling her getting more and more wet, until she guided his hand to her core. He gathered the moisture already accumulated there onto his fingers, plunging one inside of her. She groaned deeply, arching her back into him. She was wet, so wet, for him.

              He pumped in and out of her, curling his finger to glide along the spot that made her legs tremble. His free hand stabilized her on her back, holding her close enough for him to engulf one of her hardened nipples into his mouth.

              Her head fell back, a cascade of brown locks gliding along her humid flesh, a wave of moans leaving her lips. He sucked and flicked his tongue on her nipple, engorging it within the warmth of his lips, while his finger continued to pump in and out of her at a slow rhythm.

              She moaned his name, her hips starting to grind against his hand, searching for her own release. She was trembling in his arms, his tongue and mouth working her left breast while his finger brought her closer and closer. A warm, deep pressure built within her belly.

              “I’m going to cum, Loki,” she moaned breathily, rocking her hips slightly, nuzzling her face within the crook of his naked shoulder. Her nipple popped out of his mouth with a loud wet noise.

              He worked her clit with his thumb and soon, her legs were shaking like leaves and the pressure in her belly erupted. Stars danced behind her closed lids, walls clenching around his finger, moans leaving her lips repeatedly. Her orgasm washed over her in a heated wave, bringing a smile to her lips as she grind down on his hand.

              But the small moment of happiness was soon washed away. In her moment of weakness, coming down from her high, Loki took the advantage to hoist her up into his arms and lay her flat on her stomach. Her face was in the silken pillows, golden sheets splayed around her like melted metal.

              She wanted to protest, really, she did, but she had prepared her body for what was coming next. Her core still buzzed with need, empty of something, begging to be filled. Her skin itched to be touched again, her mind in a daze not easily breakable.

              He settled between her legs, using one hand to bring her ass back towards him. He splayed his hands on the soft, silky flesh of her ass, giving it one tight squeeze. “All of this is mine,” she heard him growl.

              She peeked back between strands of her brown hair. He was still in his trousers, but his cock had sprung free. Huge and hard, it lay between their bodies, tip engorged with blood, the shaft thick and pulsing with need.

              His green orbs found hers, a smile etching on his face.

              She braced herself when she felt him aligning himself with her, one hand on her hip to keep her in place. She was still soaking from her previous orgasm, but she knew she would feel the repercussion of such a big cock.

              He eased into her in one long thrust, burying himself to the hilt, holding her hips down with one hand. The girl groaned painfully behind clenched teeth, hands balled into fists in the sheets. Pain seared on her flesh, his cock stretching her out completely, filling her to the brink.

              He shuddered at her feel of her so tight around him, clenching in her unease. “All mine,” he growled, rolling his hips back and thrusting back in, causing her body to jolt along the mattress.

              She whimpered, hiding it with a hiss. He was merciless, gripping her hip, preventing her from finding a better position to take him. But he couldn’t ignore how snug and tight she felt like this; on her stomach, ass up and all his for the taking.

              She braced herself in the pillow, squeezing the sheets, mouth twisted in pain. He settled in a steady, rough rhythm, hips meeting hers with every thrust. The pain started to ebb away, making way for the tingles of pleasure to form in her belly, but far from what she had had with his fingers just moments earlier.

              He leant in until his teeth were clamped onto her shoulder, effectively digging breaking the skin and marking her as is; like animals. She didn’t protest, the feel of him stretching her out so much preventing her from feeling anything else but that.

              “You’re mine,” he grunted, gripping her hips, thrusting more and more roughly. He was close. “The only man you will have in your bed is me. I am the first and last to take you, forever.” His voice was like a growl, matching every thrust, knocking the breath out of her lungs.

              She whimpered, hating herself for the pleasure she was beginning to feel within her as he slid against her tight walls. Her rational was telling her to yell at him, to push him off, but her irrational, her body, wanted nothing else but the sweet release on his cock.

              She didn’t expect a second orgasm, so it surprised her more than it did him. Her legs shook, walls clenching impossibly tight around his cock, causing him to groan deep within his chest. Her lids fluttered, letting her orgasm and the pleasure wash through her and fill her up. Loki continued to hit that spot deep within her, riding out her high, making it feel like it would never end.

              Her whimpers had turned to blissful moans the more he rocked within her. “Cumming for me again, my love,” he whispered, chuckling lowly in his chest. A slur of curses left his lips, hips sloppy, hands gripping her so tight he would surely leave bruises.

              He groaned loudly, spending himself deep in her, giving one last, painful thrust before he collapsed over her.    

              They were left panting in unison, both of their eyes closed. Their skins were humid, hers marked by his teeth and fingers. She tried to enjoy the littlest of that moment; his fingers not hurting, but caressing, lips tender on her shoulder, chest heaving in rhythm with her breaths.

              Yet it was all gone in a snap. He was standing, naked, walking out onto the balcony. She watched, still panting, her hair a mess and also her head. He was breathing hard, shoulders heaving, hair in a dark tangle.

              He ventured into the darkness of the night, the stars peppering the charcoal sky beyond him. She watched, saying nothing, knowing there was already something triggered, something changing within him. Despite it all, she could accept it.

              Rolling onto her back, Cali watched his dark figure illuminated by the moonlight.

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18. “I think you’re beautiful.” + richiekisa ??

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richiekisa + 18. “i think you’re beautiful”, set between s01 and s02. lots of fluff, but canon compliant. (ao3 link)

They werelying in bed together and Santanico had been explaining the nature of culebras and their powers for him forthe last half an hour.

“So…every culebra has their own special power?” Heasked, just to make sure he had understood.

She nodded.“It might take a while for it to appear, though. So I wouldn’t worry too muchabout discovering yours now.” She said, giving him a peck on the mouth andsettling on top of him. Richie had already noticed that, despite the large bedthey shared, Santanico spent more time on top of him than on her side of thebed. Not that he was complaining.

“And what’syours? That thing where you can get inside people’s head and mind control them?”Richard demanded curiously, and, if she noticed a hint of bitterness in hisquestion, she chose to ignore it.

“Well, that’sone type of power, but no, that’s not really it…I get wings when I fully change.”

“What? You gotwings?”

He seemedgenuinely surprised and Santanico looked back at him confused, “You knew this,Richard. You must’ve seen them at the bar. I changed when Carlos took you.”

“No, I mean,I do remember you changing into something before I passed out… but my memoriesfrom that night are kinda fuzzy. Carlos had just drugged me, remember?”

“That makessense, I guess.” Santanico didn’t say anything else, content in letting theirconversation die and playing with his hair. She loved when she could mess it upat night without all the gel he put into it in the mornings.

Richarddidn’t seem satisfied, however, and after a while, he finally asked, “do youthink I could see them?”

“What? Mywings? Why would you wanna see them?” Santanico had tried to keep her retortlight-hearted, but Richie could sense her stiffening on top of him, already puttingher walls up again.

His righthand went to her lower back, drawing circles on it and trying to appease her.“I’m just…curious. You know how I can get.” That Santanico definitely knew.Richard was almost child-like in his curiosity, especially about everythingrelated to the culebra world, sincehe was still so new to it. Sensing she still wasn’t keen on showing it to him,he added in his sexiest voice, barely above a whisper, “I want to see how youlook.”

Santanicoignored the shiver that went through her at those words. “Richard, those arenot sexy, Victoria Secret’s angel wings.” He raised an eyebrow at that, butrefrained from commenting. “They are not pretty.” They were the opposite ofpretty, she thought. They were monstrous.

“So…? I wouldlike to see them anyway. Besides, you know it’s gonna happen sooner or lateronce we get into a fight.”

Santanicorolled her eyes, but she didn’t deny his request again, “Fine.”

Giving himone last exasperated look, she got out of the bed, the sheets tumbling down andreveling her naked body to his eyes. He should’ve gotten used to seeing herlike this, but he couldn’t say that day had arrived yet.

Santanicodidn’t make any move to cover herself up, and warned him, “ok, be prepared.”

Soon, rightin front of his eyes, her body started changing. Her eyes turned yellow, thefangs appeared next, and snake scales start appearing on her skin, claimingalmost all surface of her body, from head to toe. Suddenly, her body jerked andRichard gasped in surprise as huge reddish wings burst out from her back. Shewas right to say those were not Victoria Secret’s Angel wings. The biggest fucking monster of them all,he refrained himself from saying aloud.

He couldn’thide his amazement at the sight, however. He jumped up from the bed and circledaround her, taking in every detail.

Unable tocontain himself, he touched the scales on her belly and she took a small involuntarystep back. “Sorry. Your hand is cold”, she explained apologetically and Richiepretended to believe her excuse, aware of her jumpiness. To ensure to him ithad only been the cold, Santanico took his right hand on hers and put it back onthe same place.

“You have somany scales. They cover almost everything.” He said in awe, while his hand kepttracing the design on her belly with a delicate touch, his hand never strayingfurther down or upwards.

“It comeswith time. The older you are, the more you get.”

Richardnodded. She had been through so much, five hundred years of captivity, and inthis form, her body had marks of every one of those years. She was glorious asa human, but, in her true form, there was nothing more beautiful. He wanted totouch her wings as well, but somehow he sensed that it would be unwanted. Shehad already allowed him so much tonight…

“Did Isatisfy your curiosity?”

He startedher right in the eyes, “Thank you for showing me” and Santanico rolled hereyes, “it’s nothing…”

Heinterrupted her at once, “Yes, it’s. It’s a lot.” And added before he lost hiscourage, “I think you’re beautiful.”

Thecompliment came out of nowhere and startled her. If she had been in her humanform, she might have blushed. As it was, she gave him a sad smile. “You mean,when I look normal, Richard. Not likethis.”

“No, exactlylike this.” He answered firmly, coming closer. “Exactly like this.” He repeatedand kissed her. Fangs, scales and all.