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My monster lover side is showing after seeing Superfly in Mutant Mayhem
Man's got confidence, a buff body, and protective?
Yes sir, count me in! đ€§đ
I need to see fics of him soon or I'll wither away đ
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One More? Please? - G.S.
Synopsis. A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something moreâŠwell, itâs only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, coworkers to lovers, being stuck in that damn box, oral (female), mutual mĂĄsturbation, spitting, fĂĄce-sĂtting, mĂĄting press, Satoru is down bad for you, chĂłking, overstim, multiple rounds, crĂ©ampie, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.
Word count. 4.4k
A/N. Happy belated two months to this blog! Concept inspired by this post by @kingkonoha.
âMaybe we should kiss and see if the box opens?â
âThatâs the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.â
âHey- it works in the movies! True loveâs kiss and all-â
You heave out a heavy sigh that makes even the skeleton at your shoulder shake its head in pity. Goddamn, if these curses werenât going to kill him then you will.Â
âI take it back. Thatâs the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.â
Satoru hooks a thumb over his blindfold to gaze at you with mock seriousness. Oh, how the mighty have fallen - and how you were teetering dangerously close to a stroke with each dramatic bat of his long lashes.
âCâmonnn~â he whines, with the flair of someone that was not sealed in an inescapable prison, âDonât tell me that in all these years youâve never once been at least a little tempted to kiss me, sweetheart.âÂ
âIâd rather kiss that dusty skull.â Shooting him a pointed look that makes even the skulls at your feet recoil. It would almost be hilarious if it wasnât for the fact that you were trapped. In the prison realm. With Gojo Satoru of all people. Possibly forever.
Shit, is this karma for all those times you ditched Satoru with Nanami instead of dealing with him yourself?
Now, Satoru might be going about it with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, but just a few minutes ago when his life flashed before his very eyes at the mere sight of Suguru - or at least, the monster wearing his body - heâd expected some of his favorite memories to be the ones with you in it.Â
You - his lilâ coworker - in all your gorgeous, smart-mouthed glory. And maybe if he was lucky, he even expected a couple glimpses of you in his future. Preferably with a giant rock on your finger.
But thatâs a story for another time, what he certainly did not expect was for your stupidly heroic (and quite beautiful) ass to jump right in the middle of the prison realmâs ensnarement.Â
Although, honestly, right now he doesnât think heâd want to be locked up in here with anyone but you - and that withering glare you send him.Â
Undeterred, Satoru has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh. A sound youâve come to realize over the years, as innocent as it sounds, does not bode well for you or your sanity.Â
A sanity thatâs been slowly dwindling since your first day of meeting Satoru. Back then, a brash, cocky new teacher that waltzed into the halls of Jujutsu Tech in those pretentious sunglasses like he owned the place.Â
Well, not that he was any different right now. Lounging over some disgruntled skeletons, you half-expected him to pull out a deck chair and start sunbathing amidst the bones. Your begrudging coworker - and occasional bane of your existence - seemed right at home.Â
You, however, were decidedly not having the time of your life.Â
âI swear, youâre enjoying this, arenât you?â you grumble, wincing at the bones prodding you from almost every angle.Â
âCan you blame me?â he hums, now fully tugging down his blindfold to hang around his neck, âItâs not every day I get to spend quality time with my favorite person in the world.â
You scoff, strangely self-conscious as those striking blue sweep your figure from head to toe. âLucky me. Well why donât you spend this quality time helping me figure out how the hell we can get out of here.â
âI already told y-â
âAnything but that.â
With a sulky huff, Satoru peers down at you, âThen we just wait till someone gets us out of here. Iâm sure Megumi-chan is just tearing his emo hair out trying to unseal this thing.â
â...â
âYouâre absolutely correct, Yuji then. Orïżœïżœâ he tilts his head towards a sad pile of bones, âWe end up like our little friend over there. Though Iâd make a far better looking skeleton-â
You donât hear the rest of Satoruâs rant over the small noise of concern that falls from your lips. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach at the fact that yes you really were stuck in the prison realm with Gojo Satoru. Possibly forever. And no this wasnât some strange dream like when you and Shoko accidentally raided the wrong brownie box in the kitchen.
Shit.Â
And perhaps it showed on your face, because youâre jolted out of your reverie by warm fingers intertwining with yours. Grounding. Satoruâs eyes now searching yours with an intensity that made you squirm uncomfortably.Â
âHey, weâll figure this out, okay?â he mutters softly. âRemember that time we accidentally set the training ground on fire?â leaning in closer now, âOr that mission we got chased by that cursed vending machine?â
You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself. âYeah, and then you nearly got us killed trying to order a sweet tea. â
Satoru chuckles, squeezing your hand reassuringly. âSee? It worked out, didnât it? It always does, sweetheart.âÂ
And if your heart does a strange little lurch, well, then you just blame it on the femur jabbing into your side.Â
All is quiet in your little hell. That is, until.
âHey, SatoruâŠdoes kissing really work in the movies?âÂ
You barely catch the way Satoruâs breath hitches ever-so-slightly as he leans in closer. eyes sparkling with mischief. And oh you knew that look - one that was usually accompanied by a lecture by Yaga, one that sent shivers down your spine. He grins, âWell, thereâs only one way to find out, hm?â
Embarrassment and amusement bubbles inside you, tumbling out in the form of a barely-audible, âA peck. One.â
âAwww. Eight?ââ
âNo.â
âFive?â
âSatoru.â
Minty breath fanning your face, âOkay okay, one peck and a kiss to your forehead. Câmon, itâs a bargain~â
Pinching your nose, you sigh out a weary, âThis is so stupid. Fine, but if it doesnât work then Iâm strangling you.â
And itâs all that is said before his lips are on yours. Â
Soft. Satoruâs lips were so soft. And he tasted so unfairly of caramel apples and sweet, sweet mischief. Just like him. Feather-light and fleeting - yet the kiss burns into your brain with an intensity that you strangely didnât mind.
Itâs over before you know it. The cold air hits your lips as Satoruâs words ring in your ears, a disappointed little, âAw, that didnât work.â
Barely even risking a glance at the still very sealed realm, your body reacts before your mind - the expensive cotton of his uniform collar soft against your fingers as you pull Satoru towards you with a sense of urgency you canât quite explain.
And then youâre kissing him. And heâs kissing you because shit this is all that Satoruâs been dreaming about since he turned 23 and suddenly realized that oh you were frighteningly everything that he ever wanted.Â
âS-Satoru,â you whisper, breathless against his lips.Â
âShhhh, my girl. One more. Didnât work.âÂ
His lips are searing on yours. Urgent and greedy, because fuck if it took getting trapped in the prison realm to finally kiss you then God knows when heâll be able to again.Â
Which is why he breathes you in like he doesnât have enough time, and probably never will - even in this godforsaken box where time never passes.Â
âShit. O-one more.â
Drinking in your sweet gasps as he intertwines his tongue with yours, tasting how sinfully delicious you were. Satoruâs hands wander the expanse of your body, cupping your head to kiss you deeper, snaking down to squeeze your ass - and everything in between.Â
Pulling away ever-so-slightly with a playful bite to your bottom lip, he leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. The disappointed whine that leaves your pretty mouth makes all the blood in Satoruâs body rush to his cock.Â
âSweetheart.â he grunts into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. âYâthink I kissed the wrong lips?â
Oh?Â
Satoruâs words send a jolt of electricity running down your spine - all the way down to your heated cunt. âW-what?â you managed to choke out, cheeks flaring as he raises his eyes to meet yours and-
Oh.
Oh, shit. If the curses werenât going to kill you then Satoru sure might.Â
Youâre snapped out of your thoughts by Satoru carefully jostling the two of you so that heâs lying on his back, your body manhandled to straddle his pretty face.Â
âSatoru, when you mean âwrong lipsâ...here?â you trail off, still reeling from him and the abrupt change in position and him.Â
âExactly what I mean,â he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating beneath your dripping cunt. âNow, spread âem wider fâme. Let me taste you- Need it sâbad.â
Body moving as if on autopilot, your knees part wider to let him greedily take in the sight of your soaked panties. Beads of slick seeping through the thin fabric each time his hot breath meets your cunt.Â
But not for long - the cool air hits you before you realize whatâs happening. Because Satoru is ripping your flimsy panties off with one hand. Throwing it behind to God-knows-where with the urgency of a madman.Â
âShit, so wet fâme already.â he groans, mouth watering at the obscene sight of you clenching around nothing. âSâgorgeous. You really are perfect everywhere, huh?â he mutters through lazy, languid kisses along your thighs. Tongue darting out just so to leisurely trace circles along the heated skin.Â
Strong arms wrap around your thighs, the stretch nothing with the two long fingers spreading your swollen folds apart. Your face burns from just how adoring Satoru looks below you.
You buck into his touch, âHngh- Please. Wanâ your mouth on me.â
And perhaps the great Gojo Satoru decided to be merciful for once in his life, because without another word, heâs surging forward. Tongue flicking out to tease your sloppy entrance, pooling your juices before tipping his head back, back, back to let it slide down his throat so sinfully.
Shit, Satoru could just cum in his pants right now, of course you taste heavenly. Better than he couldâve ever imagined on any lonely night.Â
You shudder as he flattens his tongue across your folds, sliding teasingly between them, grazing your swollen clit just barely at an unhurried rhythm that almost has Satoru forgetting where he was. But quite frankly, he couldnât give less of a fuck about it either.
âThis what you wanted, sweetheart?â he hums around your clit, the vibrations making you squeal. Sucking gently, tongue rolling harshly against your bundle of nerves, over and over- âCause itâs what Iâve been wanting for years.â
The words ring in your ears almost as much as the lewd squelches below. Years?
âF-fuck- feels hngh- What do you mean y-years, Satoru?âÂ
Oh, Satoru thinks he could pass out just at the way you whine out his name so prettily. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, a hand hastily snaking down to unbuckle his pants. âMhmm~ Couldnât go a day without sparring with you where I didnât think of bending you over and tasting you right there yâknow.â
Your eyes snap down to meet Satoruâs hazy, half-lidded ones. Something dark and feral shining within them. And right now, thighs wrapped around his head, you donât think heâs ever looked happier. White locks splayed out, a fucked-out expression on his face as his tongue bullies past your folds, you could feel the slight smile curling his lips against you.Â
Itâs overwhelming - both his confession and the way Satoru was making out with your cunt like a man starved.
Nose-deep in your pussy, tongue alternating between its abuse on your throbbing clit and dipping in and out of your sloppy hole at a maddening pace. Mouth only speeding up ruthlessly at the way you convulse and grind involuntarily on top of him.
God, Satoru was going insane at the way your walls were sucking him up so good, clamping down with each push of his tongue.Â
âShit- made jusâ fâme. You like that, donât you?â he growls against your cunt, voice hoarse with desire. âLike fucking my face with your pussy?â
âOh! Ngh, yes Satoru- L-love it-â
A bruising grip on your hips, encouraging you to rock against his face. Harder. Tongue more desperate. He couldnât get enough. Meeting your every grind, tongue lapping at your cunt so obscenely.Â
Breaths ragged and hot against your cunt, drinking you in with the desperation of a man that wouldnât mind giving up air for your essence. And it was Satoru - of course he wouldnât mind.
Especially with the large hand snaking up your thigh, going from drawing reassuring patterns at your hips to rubbing tight, little circles on your pulsing clit. Hasty, and urgent - like he had no time to waste. âThaâs right, my girl. Give it up for me,â
Every cell in your body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure at the way Satoru plays your body like an instrument.Â
âMâclose, Satoru- Hah- sâclose.â you moan breathlessly, a hand tangling in his soft strands. Using it as leverage to ride Satoruâs pretty face just the way you like it.
But you didnât have to - because Satoru seems to already know exactly what to do. Exactly how to quirk his tongue just right to brush against all your most sensitive spots. Exactly how to match the rhythm of his abuse on your clit to the way he was tonguefucking you into delirium. Exactly how to look at you with such a hungry expression that devours you almost as much as his mouth.Â
âCum fâme, sweetheart.â
Satoru didnât even have to ask. Because youâre cumming with a strangled gasp of his name. White-hot pleasure coursing through you like lightning, body trembling as you cum all over Satoruâs pretty face.Â
Hands moving your limp, boneless hips across his face, forcing you to ride out peak after peak on his red lips.
As the blood roaring in your ears bates, and you blink back your vision, the first thing you see are those familiar blue eyes gazing up at you. Holding you steady, lips brushing gentle kisses along your inner thighs.Â
Oh, how beautiful he was like this.
âS-Sâtoru?â you mewl, still sensitive from your orgasm as Satoru shifts underneath you to sit you prettily in his lap.
âMhm?â he nuzzles your neck.
âOne more. It didnât work.â
Oh, if you knew the only way to shut up Gojo Satoru was to say something like this then you wouldâve done it a lot sooner.Â
But Satoruâs stunned silence doesnât last for long, because he grins, low and sultry, âYouâre right. It didnât work.â
The metallic clinking of a belt echoes in the stuffy chamber as Satoru hastily pushes down his pants. Cock springing free to hit his lower abs, âWhat a shame.â
You blink at the sheer size of him - he was going to split you in two. It was unfair, really. Water is wet. Gojo Satoru has a big dick.Â
But oh was he pretty - so pretty. Prominent veins glistening in the dim lighting, fat tip flushed your favorite shade of delicate pink, leaking furiously in between your thighs.
Gulping, you reach out to wrap your hand around his achingly hard cock. So warm and heavy in your hands. âY-yeah, what a shame.â
Both of you watch - entranced - at the way he twitches in your grasp at the mere sound of your voice. A maddening little bump! bump! bump! against your palm as you begin pumping him slowly - so agonizingly slow.Â
âOh- Feel sâgood, sweetheart.â Satoru hisses lowly as you swipe at the precum beading at this head. Thumbing teasingly under his sensitive slit, tracing delicately along his veins.Â
And by God does it do something to you to see the great Gojo Satoru falling apart for you, hair tousled, lips kiss-bitten, and eyes looking at you like he wanted to positively eat you alive. It made your cunt throb so desperately, slick forming a dark wet patch on his trousers.Â
Not one to be left behind, his long fingers deftly snake down to your dripping cunt. Not wasting any time before bullying his fingertips past your swollen folds, curling expertly to press down against that one spot that has your fist faltering on his cock. Hard.Â
Pretty little moans left your lips at the way Satoru so easily matches your pace. Thrusting knuckle-deep into your pussy in and out - hitting that spot over and over.
âShit, Toru- sâdeep inside me. Iâm- hngh-â
Satoru was in heaven, really. You were so warm and wet around both his fingers and his throbbing cock.Â
Only two thoughts running through his mind right now - 1. He was right, your hands were softer and more sinfully delicious around his swollen cock. And 2. The hardest battle heâs ever fought was probably right now - at your mercy, trying not to spill all over your hands because heâd be damned if he finally scored the girl and came in two seconds.
Shit, he thinks fingers almost erratic now, he needs you to cum. Right now.Â
As if sensing his urgency, your moves become more frantic, Satoruâs brows furrowing at the way you increase your pace. His hips twitch, as if trying to thrust into your fist. matching your pace as you start stroking him harder, faster.Â
Ah, but alas, the great Gojo Satoruâs reputation precedes him.Â
âOh, fuck- Mâgonna-â And soon enough, youâre seeing stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - as you cum. Hard.Â
Body moving before your mind, youâre clenching around Satoruâs fingers, grinding down so ferally as you edge him closer and closer. âCâmon, Toru. One more, right?â you whisper brokenly, lips ghosting his ear.
Breath coming in short, strained gasps of what sounded like your name now, âOh- fuck ngh- so close.â he warns, voice hoarse. âIf you keep doing that, I wonât be responsible for what happens next.â
You smirk, raising a brow, âIs that a threat, Satoru?â
Willing his fucked-out eyes open, they bore into yours as he utters, âNo, ah- itâs a p-promise.â
Without warning, Satoru clasps your wrists, forcing you to stop pumping him. The disappointed mewl threatening to spill from your lips is cut off just as your back hits the ground.
Slam!
You think you could almost get whiplash from how swiftly Satoru had you caged and splayed out so shamefully beneath him.Â
You whine, âBut you didnât even get to-â
âFuck, not now. Gotta feel you or else mâgonna cum so embarrassingly all over your fist.â He rests his throbbing erection laid out so enticingly across your stomach, leaking hot precum onto your skin. And that makes you shut up, eyes mapping where it ended and realizing that yeah, you mightâve faced more mercy with the curses outside of this box. âBesides. One more, right?â
And before you can respond, Satoruâs spitting on you once. Twice. Thrice.
You flinch as the wads of saliva hit your dripping cunt, mixing with your slick so obscenely as Satoru smears it across your swollen folds. Your mouth drops into a soft oh! of disbelief as he promptly pops his thumb into his mouth, groaning at the taste.Â
âShit.â Satoru hisses lowly, âOne more might just not be enough.â
Not wasting a moment longer, heâs bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. Head thrown back as your plush walls desperately try to accommodate his size.
âOh. Oh shit hah- shouldâve been locked up here ngh- sooner.â he groans, words straight from his cock. âFeel sâheavenly around m-me.â Because God Satoru thinks he wouldnât even mind staying here for the rest of his life if it meant he got to have you like this.
You moan at the positively delicious stretch of your pussy, plush walls unable to decide between pushing him out and milking the soul out of him. âHah- Toru sâtoo big. I canât-âÂ
âYou will.â he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed as he focuses on letting you adjust. Pressing inch by fucking inch. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fights that feral part of himself that just wants to plunge into your pretty pussy till his tip kisses your cervix, and youâre drunk on nothing but his cock.
But he didnât have to - because youâre immediately wrapping your legs around his toned waist, pulling Satoru to you recklessly until his heavy balls smack your ass. Tufts of snowy white hair - already so wet with your slick and his precum - finally meeting your cunt.
âAh! Shit, sâfull Toru.â you keen, body bowing into his.
Thereâs not even a hair's breadth between your bodies now as Satoru chuckles darkly. âYou little minx. Thought you couldnât handle me, but you really wanted to be split apart on my cock, huh?â
You feel almost shy under his gaze as you mumble out a quiet little, âWell you did say one more.â
Ah, Satoru thinks deliriously, if you arenât Mrs. Gojo by the time you two get out of this then thereâs seriously something wrong with him.Â
But he doesnât tell you that. Instead with a satisfied smirk, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, sucking your tongue so lewdly as he did with your cunt. Parting for only a second before pressing his lips to yours again. And again. And again, as if it hurt to part.
âMhm. Always wanted to do this, sweetheart.â he hums against your pretty lips. âFuck ever since you hah- walked in on that first day.âÂ
Kissing you sweetly with a tenderness that doesnât translate to his hips as pulls back, back, back. All the way till his angry, hard tip was just grazing your sloppy entrance. âOne more.â
Body moving before his mind, his hips start fucking into your dripping cunt recklessly. Satoru doesnât fuck you with the finesse he imagined he would all these years, rough, harsh thrusts fueled by pure need and all the desperation from these last few years.
In one, fluid movement, the burn of the stretch hits you before the realization that Satoru has thrown your legs over his sculpted shoulders.Â
âAh- So good, Toru. Oh my god- hah-â you mewl at the change in angle. His pulsing dick expertly hitting that one spot inside you which has your words slurring together, body arching off the floor to press so impossibly close against him.Â
And, well, Satoru isnât any better - because heâs slamming his cock into you mindlessly. Hitting that spot over and over.Â
With one hand, he caresses your stomach. Whispering out a ragged, âFeel me inside? Feel me rightâŠâ Pressing his palm down hard, âHere.â
The other forces you to look up at him, drinking in your whines of âYes yes yes, can feel you s-so deep hngh- inside me, Toru.âÂ
Youâre so cockdrunk and full of Satoru that you barely notice the hands groping their way down your body. Catching harshly on your swollen clit, starting to draw, quick, frenzied circles that match the cadence of his hips smacking into yours.Â
âLook at me.â he murmurs raspily, âOpen your mouth.â
And you can do nothing but take it, tongue lolling out so lewdly for the warm stream of spit that hits it. Once. Twice.Â
You look up at him with teary eyes, as you take it all -Â anything and everything he was giving. And it makes Satoru bow his head with a fucked-out groan, cock twitching so animalistically as it keeps plunging inside you roughly. Deft fingers on your clit becoming more desperate.
Harder. Faster. Balls squeezing so painfully. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to eat you up - and you were going to let thim.
You squeal at the overstimulation, hips bucking up for more more more-
âGod, sweetheart, you donât know what you do to me.â he moans, voice strained with desire and the euphoria of getting everything heâs wanted for so long. It was driving him insane. âNow câmon. One more. Give me one more like my good girl.â
âHngh- yes- Toru!â
You donât even know what âone moreâ means anymore - all you do know is that youâre cumming and cumming all around Satoruâs unforgiving cock. Walls fluttering so snugly, your body convulses as you cream around his cock. Nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back, Satoruâs name leaving your bruised lips and into the heady air like a prayer every time his tip kisses your cervix. His new favorite melody.
And that seems to be what makes him snap as well - because with a final, sloppy thrust, heâs painting your walls such a sinful white. Pumping thick, hot ropes of his cum into your quivering cunt.Â
âShit- yeah, my girl. Take it. Take it all fâme.â Satoru shudders above you, head thrown back, chest heaving as he fucks you through your high. Movements nothing more than shallow, mindless little thrusts to get you both off so animalistically.Â
It was so fucking filthy - and exactly what you needed so badly. He was exactly what you needed so badly.Â
Now, Satoru only had to take one look as you use him so obscenely for your pleasure - eyes dazed, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth - before he thinks he might just cum again. And again. And again until he physically couldnât anymore.
But firstâŠ
Pulling out of your heavenly pussy with a lewd pop! His long fingers delicately collects the mixture of slick and cum now gushing out of you obscenely.Â
Aw, what a waste, Satoru muses as it pools below you sinfully. If it was up to him he wouldnât waste a single drop from your pretty cunt.Â
But no matter.Â
Abruptly, Satoru bullies two fingers into your mouth - forcing you to taste yourself, to taste him. Pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way that has you choking and gagging around him, teary eyes just begging up at him. Perfect - you were so perfect for him.Â
Kissing your forehead with a tenderness that doesnât match his actions, he hums, faux innocence lacing his words, âWhat a shame, the box didnât open yet.â
And oh does he love the excitement lighting up your exhausted eyes. Pretty thighs twitching underneath him as a slow, fucked-out little smile curls your lips.Â
âOne more? Please?â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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The Hydro Dragon? A closet freak!?
ââââââââââââââââ ⊠â„ïž âŠ ââââââââââââââââ
ââââââââââââââââ ⊠â„ïž âŠ ââââââââââââââââ
I have no excuse for this other than I NEED this man so bad it makes me look stupid. He's just soâŠdreamy sigh anyway here are some hcs that i have for the Iudex of fontaine. This is really long. I think I blacked out writing this. This is 6 pages of google docs single spaced size 11 arial font. I think i need to be sedated
â„ïžREQUEST ARE OPEN â„ïž
Cw : this is pure filthy smut, freak Neuvillette, dragon form, monster fucking, inhuman genitals, double dick, desperate kinda pussy drunk Neuvillette, soft dom and hard dom, no pronouns but afab anatomy, implied chubby reader, squirting, bath sex, rut, breeding kink, just pure horny, slight cumflation, oviposition,egg mention, a little bit of predator prey vibes, overstimulation, tail riding. Very slight watersports mentioned, Daycraphilia, Nasty dragon man, sweat and liquids. Spit swapping, spit swallowing, spit kink, marking, biting, possessiveness.PIV sex, possible anal, Title kink? Sir kink? Innocence and court kink?(trust me bro) Reader is matching this mans freak. Aftercare is given, safeword is in place even if not mentioned explicitly
ââââââââââââââââ ⊠â„ïž âŠ ââââââââââââââââ
Neuvillette is not entirely oblivious, he knows that he has needs and instincts but what he is wholly unaware of is that many of these instincts and desires are quite⊠out of the ordinary
There's also the fact that he has like 0 experience, so all of these desires are rather new or have been festering in his dragon mind for centuries
What the Iudex of fontaine lacks in experience he makes up for in the fact that he is downright insatiable and animalistic at times
When you first got with him you quickly realized that this man was incredibly touch starved, even the most innocent and fleeting touch from his beloved sets his very being to a burning desire.
And he is embarrassed to say that he craves it Neuvillette craves your touch in both a innocent and intimate way to the point you are shocked to find just how clingy he is towards you
The only time when he's not touching you, holding you, trying to sait the burning you leave him with is when he has court, and once he is out of court his mind returns to you, making sure you have a permanent seat at the opera house right next to his usual reserved seating.
Once he's out of court he's by your side, placing a kiss to the back of your hand and guiding you with a hand to the small of your back
To the people of fontaine he is a doting and protective lover, which is true, but they don't know the sheer levels of clingy that he is
He tries at first to contain this, so he doesn't scare you off, but eventually he simply needs you to be close to him
The other thing that comes as a shock is that this man is a freak
Let's start with his more inhuman side
The reason he is so covered is because his skin is slightly scaly, beautiful scales of cyan and cerulean blues that layer his skin in large patches, the main areas are his sides and part of his back, his thighs and his arms where they seem to sit permanently much like his pointed ears and horns (the blue streaks in his hair are horns trust me on this) when he uses his hydro powers or lets loose they glow
When he really lets loose the scales creep up his neck to his jaw, his ears seem to grow longer and more pointed, his teeth get sharper, his nails seem to grow more into claws and his pupils draw into slits.
His eyes and the rest of him seems to give off a faint blue glow
His tongue is long- like really long- and forked- and when he lets loose its a deep shade of blue
His cocks- both of them are far from human, hidden behind a vent they are ribbed un the underside with the head coming to a slight point, the top side is lined with bumps that resemble small tendrils, they line the head of his cocks to.
His tips are flushed an angry dark blue
This man has nice veins, his cocks are quite veiny but the veins along his body are rather pronounced as well, a deep blue, good and hydrated
He also has a large tail, its long and a deep blue fully scaled, thick at the base and tapers till the tailfins witch are a almost iridescent cyan and resemble the ends of his coattails
Ok now into the real smutty stuff-
He needs it messy, as messy and wet as possible, the problem is the more wet and messy it gets the hornier he gets in return
If the bed sheets aren't soaked and dripping wet with just about every fluid possible then he isn't satisfied
And i mean the bed sheets look like they just came out of a river
He gets so pussy drunk- this man is insatiable and eats you out for his own pleasure, basically tongue fucking you to drink up all of your juices he possibly can
The taste of you is intoxicating and he cannot get enough
The first time he eats you out, his tongue fucking into your overstimulated hole before he finally pulls out and his long tongue wraps around your clit as he all but makes out with your lower half and you wine out that it feels weird like your goona pee-
And this freak without hesitation presses on your stomach as you cum from his unrelenting ministrations
Because he is a freak who doesn't understand that things like that are not in fact what most are into. (he is eternally shocked when you explain this to him, trying to tell him his taste in kinks and fetishes are abnormal. Cannot fathom how it isn't hot to others)
But when to his shock you squeal and squirt his mouth, chin, and chest soaked along with the sheets
You are mid apology for the mess when you look at his eyes, his pupils are blown wide as saucers as he stares down at you breath heavy- downright ragged and he groans so low it rumbles in his chest and almost sounds like a growl
âI hadn't known that this was something the human body could doâ before his pupils contract into little slits and he is licking you clean before he goes right back into trying to make you squirt again-
He is obsessed with you squirting, the fact that you were so lost in (the sauce) pleasure that you produced a significant volume of liquid? This man lives off of moisture, his favorite drink is water and he needs everything to be moist and wet for him to be fully comfortable, such is the nature of the hydro dragon. So it shouldn't be a shock that he is obsessed with making you squirt
Usually this leaves you rather overstimulated, tears pricking the corners of your eyes and running down your cheeks
Oh and Neuvillette love it- tears of pleasure soon laped away by his tongue as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss
Asks you with utmost seriousness to spit in his mouth and is confused by how flustered that makes you
But once you do he is practically moaning at the taste, greedily drinking whatever you will give him
And if you match his freak? Ask him to spit in your mouth? He's gone lmao- truly you are a blessing hand picked from celestia just for him
The first time you gave him head and spit on his cocks so you could switch between sucking and stroking them, making sure they got equal attention, he came instantly. The sight was just too much for him to handle
Neuvillette cums an insane amount. Its slightly watery but the amount is ridiculous, his precum is enough to have you thinking he already busted, but when he actually cums its like a broken faucet taking several gulps to swallow down and it still manages to coat you
And he just stays hard as a rock, the dragon stamina is insane and is even worse when he's in a rut
He loves to see you absolutely plastered with his cum, dripping all over you and out of you
The way your poor tummy is bloated while his clawed fingers push the rapidly escaping liquid back into you
The breeding kink on this man is unmatched, and i mean the only other contender who even comes close is tartaglia âPLAP PLAP PLAP GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANTâ ajax,
Neuvillette doesn't care if you actually can get pregnant or not- he is breeding you and he will make it happen
More freaky shit the man is obsessed with your sweat
He always hates when it gets too hot out but he thinks he can stand it when he sees the beads of sweat rolling down your body as you guzzle down a bottle of water.
Has to restrain himself with a white knuckled grip on his cane to stop from licking the sweat off of you
Once you are alone tho? He is absolutely licking you, to the point you can't tell if it's the sweat or the saliva that's dripping off of you.
Another chance to match his freak. Once on a hot day in his office you gave him a chaste kiss to his jaw, witch already had him longing, but then you licked a strip up the chiseled line of his jaw and he came in his pants
Work was finished early that day
If there's one thing that gets him worked up its seeing you wet in any context, or seeing you return the desire he has for you. All in all he wants you to desire him, to long for him
I think he has a large bathtub, really its more like a pool that happens to be heated and deep, with benches along the edges for sitting. Again like a large heated swimming pool
His favorite place to fuck you is in his bath, despite the scene of soaked silk sheets being burned ito him mind, fucking you in his element is just something else honestly.
The water sloshing against you accompanied by the lewd sound of you getting absolutely rearranged? Music to his pointed ears.
Almost forgot to mention this but his cock glows and throbs, the veins pulsing with a slight glow- and if you get him horny and desperate enough (not hard this man is easy to get bricked up-) mostly after he's spent hours between your legs or making out with you, you can even see and feel how his cocks seem to writhe and they write inside you too, when their thickness is stuffed into your hole(s) and Neuvillette is about to cum again they writhe and squirm in your gummy walls sending you over the edge as they poke against that gummy spot inside of you
Neuvillette wants to have both his cocks in just your one hole but he knows the stretch of just one is intense so he won't indulge unless you beg him for it
Once when he was at work you decided to take a nice bath, to ease your sore muscles and the numerous marks littering your body, from bite marks to dark hickeys all over
The Iudex can be quite possessive at times, the dragon instincts letting that possessive streak coil in the pit of his stomach because you are his mate and when he says his, he means it.
When he gets possessive like this he gets meaner- no one in fontaine dares to flirt with his lover, out of both respect and slight fear of the consequences (harassment is taken very seriously)
But every so often someone wants to test his patience, or a foreigner who has no idea who you are oversteps. He is always calm, firm hand on your back as he states that it is rude and impolite to so vulgarly pursue his partner
But when the two of you are back at your shared home? He is a bit mean, rougher as he needs you to say that you're his over and over again.
This is where the title kink(?) and sir kink come in. call him âsir neuvilletteâ âsir Iudexâ profess your innocence, plead your case to him, prove the other party guilty
And he will relent his marking and harsh grip infavore of soft open mouth kisses and the pleasure he bistoes on you
Afterall he is a benevolent and fair judge
Back to the bath-
You took a bath without him, witch is a rare occasion as he loves to bathe with you, even in a non sexual context. It is simply a comfortable intimacy for him
But this time is different
Seeing you surrounded by his element of hydro, the room moist with steam as your body glistens with moister, his eyes go to saucers again and he is quick to approach
Tugging off his gloves with his teeth and letting them cup your cheek and travel beneath the water while he leaves sweet kisses on your skin until he cant help himself and dips his head to the place where the water rest against your chest and he drinks
Like a man lost in the dessert, you can hear the obscene gulps this man lets out
The freak in him drinks your fucking bath water and has absolutly no shame about it
In Fact it has his cocks aching for you, while his expression can only be described as adoration
Because the Iudex of fontaine adores you in a way that is only brought on by centuries of longing for a person he has never met
He is much worse during his rut
It is a week solid of him just absolutely fucking you into whatever surface or body of water he can find
His throat is tight and dry, no amount of water seems to be able to quench this thirst and so he drink you
If you thought he was a munch before then the glint in his eyes at the scent of your arousal is downright predatory
He makes sure you drink about as much water as him, witch is a feat of its own, just so that you have more for him to drink from you
His taste for water is extraordinary on a good day but it even more apparent in his rut,
Because regardless of when it is he can taste you. The kind of water or liquids you drink seeps into everything, he can taste it in you sweat, in your slick, in your spit- the cool refreshing quality of mondstat, the mineraly flavor of inazuma, the sweet taste of sumeru, the tang and burn of inazuma, he can taste it normally but in rut he is downright shameful about describing how you taste on his tongue.
Has you drink different imported watters between rounds to get full flavor
Practically begs to breed you- hes already bad on a regular day, his paternal instincts too stong- but now its different, he wants his eggs inside you, wants you swollen and barefoot around his manor and he needs it- if you aren't ready heâll just stuff you full like he normally does with cum he knows wont take, but he can hope
Remember how I said he doesn't care if you can get pregnant? Yeah that's because it doesn't matter- the part that matters is his eggs-
On the chance you do say yes to his eggs he is overjoyed, biting down on your shoulder with a bit of venom that numbs your mind- just enough so the stretch of his eggs and the way he has to deposit them doesn't hurt
Speaking of biting the first rut you spend with him is intense, its a week he takes off, (it is now regularly built into his schedule that he has a solid week blocked out for his rut) its his first rut he hasn't forcefully suppressed or simply worked through in solitude and now he has a mate to spend it with?
The first time he slides his length inside you he can resist the urge to sink his teeth into you, right where your shoulder meets your neck he bites down hard
A permanent bite mark with a small hydro mark in the center that glows faintly when he touches you, or when it rains, or you touch water. The glow sends a pleasant and refreshing feeling, like warmth without heat
Because he is so much more thirsty the dirty man fuck you in the bath a lot more and ends up drinking your bathwater more
Be a freak, do it back, drink this man up because he is a tall glass of water.
You do have needs, you can just be attached to the Iudex for a week straight, even tho he insists he could send someone to go grocery shopping, you so cruelly leave him to fist his cocks while you are out getting fresh air.
Personally I like the idea of neuvillettes home being underwater like those glass structures you can find in fontaine. Its huge in a lake, half of it is a beautiful mix of stained and clear glass, even some that seem iridescent, the other half is built in the same french rococo style as the mansions of fontaine, with the exception that it is built into the rocky wall of the deep lake. There is a tunnel that leads to the oceans of fontaine and its ideal for neuvillette. But you need fresh air
So you are gone for a few hours on the surface and he is suffering,
By the time you get back he the mansion is dark, none of the lights are on and it was raining outside (hence your hasty return)
The second you step in through the elevator down you can tell something- someone is watching you, the subtle growl and fleeting glimpse of glowing blue in the corner of your eye making the hair on the back of your neck stand up
Like a small lamb you wander through the large house knowing that hes right there, stalking in the shadows, hunting you
The only light is at the very ends of one of the halls, where you know the master bath is. With trepidation you walk towards the bathroom, knowing that's probably where he's going to absolutely jump your bones, you can't help the arousal that pools
Another thing that alerts you being the growl you hear behind you
When you finally get to the bathroom you decide to play his game- stripping off your clothes slowly- temptingly as his eyes burn across you before you sink into the water and swim to the center of his large bath (real basically a swimming pool)
You don't even hear him get in, but the second you turn back around expecting him to be at the water's edge- he's inches away from you, predatory eyes staring down at you as if to let you know he's won
The lights go off and all you can see is the glow of his eyes as you swim away slowly while he drops towards you until the cold hard tiles press into your back while you sit on the built in ledge, he rises cageing you between his arms as his long silvery hair falls disheveled down his back and cascades over his tense shoulders like a waterfall, he glows more and more and water drops hit your face, the blue streaks that cover the underside of his hair give off a faint glow, then the scales along his body, the long dark blue tail that you now see is also slightly alight. You dare to travel your eyes away from his, away from his hands- his claws that grip and cut into the tile slightly, down his chest and below his waist to the glow that sits just below the water
His tail wraps around your legs nudging them apart
âLook at me my belovedâ
His tone is soft but there's a edge to it that has you snapping to attention, for once your eyes are blown wide as saucers and his are narrow slits like needles
Then you feel it, the rub of his thick tail that has your legs spreading to accommodate it while it grinds against you getting you worked up and just as desperate as he is
Ride this mans tail he will be put under a trance
ââââââââââââââââ ⊠â„ïž âŠ ââââââââââââââââ
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WHEN I WAS LED TO YOU... ââ KENJI SATO
ââ summary: Kenji could get used to his routine, but, only with you by his side.
ââ word count: 982!
ââ warnings: F!reader, nothing intense, mention of Emi and Mina, Kenji being a little needy.
âCome onâŠâ â A voice, entering the melody with softness and familiarity, passed through the playerâs ears. â ââŠi know youâre awake.â â The statement was accompanied by a laugh.
Kenji could easily â in fact, completely â conclude that that voice belonged to an angel; even though he doesn't admit to being so religious, openly. â By having his eyes closed, in satisfied tiredness and drowsiness, he was more likely to believe in his conclusion.
Even in unpleasant, unstable situations and, insanely, worries about his life â like worrying about his stats in games, trying not to destroy the city while fighting some monster, and teaching Emi something practical and not blunt â and not wanting to hear or see nothing in front of him, Kenji had his refuge; a place to feel safe and at peace, at home.
âKenâŠâ â You voice pleaded, with more sweetness and, trying, to mix a little seriousness. In addition to moving between the thin, silky sheets of your body, wanting to get even closer to the boy.
In fact, he could melt into the bed, right there, just to hear your voice crying out to him like that.
Releasing a brief sigh, and pulling a breathing line, inhaling your scent, which was stuck to the pillow, Kenji tried to communicate with a mumble; which even he himself had no chance of understanding. â Perhaps, his consciousness still remained trapped in his sleep.
Because you found his action funny, your laugh, a little more hoarse, enveloped Ken's ears again; automatically forming a placid smile on his lips. â Moving his head, the young boy, with his eyes sensitive to the light, comes across your image resting on the pillow and covered, just enough, with the white sheet.
Sato was mentally grateful for the privilege of waking up every day with this vision.
"Good morning, my love." â You said, without holding back your wide smile; something that captivated and welcomed Ken's chest. â Your orbs moved, without haste or greed, across the boy's face, memorizing, for countless times, every little dot that existed in the region.
"Morning..." â He replied, followed by a yawn and another grumble; a sudden and unexpected movement was caused in the bed, obviously, it was the player's body snuggling against your. â Like he wants to fit in with you. â "What time is it pleaseâŠ?"
âHmâŠâ â Your eyes crossed the clock next to the bed. â âSoon, it will be 9:30.â â With his head buried in your neck, Sato let out a whimper, causing a tickle.
âItâs not possibleâŠâ â He complained, almost whimpering; as a sign of caress, your hand entered your lover's soft black hair, causing affection and tenderness.
The oldest settled down, and, briefly, relieving a growl, memorizing a purr; feeling on your skin, a satisfied smile adored by the attention. â A true paradise for young Sato and he had no problem admitting it.
âI think someone forgot about the interview they promised for today, right?â â He definitely forgets; by the way his head moved from where it was, and how wide his eyes were, Ken had nowhere to run. â âYeah, you forgot.â â You raised one of your eyebrows.
âWasnât it due tomorrow?â â He questioned, still not believing and with some messy black locks standing out on her forehead. â âIâm sure i had it scheduled for tomorrow.â â He rushed into words. â âActually, iâm not so sure.â
End of the season, therefore, decisive games for the team and more efforts towards a high level of dedication; it also meant several interviews and moments of questioning about the games, his teammates and his personal life. â Sato understood that it was important, of course, it was part of being a baseball star, however, when trying to balance his life as an Ultraman, a player and, recently, the father of a giant baby lizard, it wasn't such a simple thing.
He wasn't alone, not to mention Mina, and, thankfully, he had you by his side. â Trying, as much as possible, and persisting in helping him; even when, thinking about your care and certain risks, he warned you that he didn't need it. â Evidently, the guidelines were not followed, for a pleasant reason. â And now, seeing you taking care of Emi, as if she were your child, lit up Sato's eyes.
âIt really is today, Ken.â â You confirmed it and, unsurprisingly, another wave of mumbles and incomprehensible words and rolled eyes. â âAt least, it will be the last one before they enter the rest period.â â Your hand moved along Sato's long, strong, bare arm, reinforcing his attention.
âAt least there is a bright side.â â He murmured, shaking his head, prolonging his thoughts, at the same time, reusing the contact of your hand against his skin. â âI need to take a break.â â He said, turning towards you. â âUrgently.â â Like a somewhat defenseless creature, he returned to his comfort, now, with his head under your chin.
"I know, honey." â Your fingers stroked Kenji's hair, for the second time, while his arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you, with the need to keep you close to him. â âAnd you will soon.â â Subtly, and delicately, your voice soothed him. â âDonât worry about Emi, iâll take care of her for today.â â Kenji thanked, once again and mentally. â âAnd maybe weâll make a list of what we can do during these days off and sheâll go along with us.â
Your boyfriend's familiar, radiant laugh spread throughout the room, resounding in your chest. â For a short time, Kenji had understood his relationship with Emi and achieved a paternal image; visibly, it wasn't just him. â The small, and immense, baby witnessed you as a second mother.
âYes, yes, of course.â â He pulled away, coming face to face with you, looking into your eyes, in pure ecstasy and passion. â âYouâre the best, dear.â â Bringing his lips to your forehead, Kenji gave you a long, careful kiss.
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YOUR DRAGON LOVER âĄïž
i NEED more dragon! zhongli and dragon! neuvillette content, so i decided to make some. hope you lovelies enjoy <3
tags: Zhongli, Neuvillette, dragon! zhongli, dragon! neuvillette, human! female! reader, fluff, cuddling, smut, monster fucking, overstimulation, breeding
-> your life turns upside down once you find out the man you're in love with is a dragon. however, this only betters your relationship in many different aspects, the bedroom being one of them.
reqs open âĄïž | minors DNI!
-> zhongli
being a mere mortal and dating the rex lapis, morax himself, had it's perks. for example, you had seen for the first time in your life what a dragon looks like up close.
everyone knew the god, skillfully masked as the businessman zhongli, had a dragon form. yet you didn't fully believe that he could transform back and forth between his mythical and human form, no, that was silly! you were too shy, perhaps even to embarrassed, to ask him in the first few months of you two dating wether this was true.
there were signs that the legends were true, of course. the way you would catch him slightly growl at unpleasant strangers in public, the sound coming out unhuman, animalistic even. his teeth were unusually sharp, too. whenever the two of you would find yourself kissing the night away, you'd slide your tounge against his larger fangs, always wondering why they were so pointy.
one day, after about 2 months of your relationship, you had decided to surprise him and make him some dinner before he returns home. you made your way over to his place, sliding the spare key he gave you into the lock and heading inside. to your surprise, someone was there - deep, loud snores were coming from the master bedroom.
"zhongli? love, are you in there?"
your grip tightened on the woolen basket in which you carried your ingredients for the dinner you planned. the snores were very loud and deep, and something about them told you it wasn't your boyfriend making them. the door of his bedroom was slightly open, making you take a little peek.
you're eyes shot up wide open as you saw the creature lounging on morax's bed, stepping back in shock. a mortified look spread on your face as your heart beat loudly against your chest like it wanted to escape. the creature was lizard-like, a dragon perhaps, with a long brownish body and golden scales. in shock, you yelped, which stirred the creature awake.
"z-zhongli..?" you ask, unsure if it was actually the man you love.
"hello, my dearest" he yawned, stretching large paws as he sat up. "what are you doing here?"
completely ignoring his question, you step closer, reaching out your hand to him almost as if you were checking what was before you was real.
"it is me, my love. i did not mean to startle you with my dragon form, you simply caught me off guard"
your hand makes contact with his nuzzle, petting him gently. even though this monstrous creature was certainly frightening, the eyes were like big pools of honey, sweet and warm and inviting.
it was him, you knew in your heart.
âĄïž
two years have past and you have gotten more than used to your dragon lover. you didn't just get used to zhongli's dragon form - you loved it. he was so glorious and dignified, proud and gorgeous, yet fuzzy and cute, like a little puppy. anyone else would probably be mortified to be cuddling with a dragon adeptus as powerful as him, but zhongli wasn't a powerful adeptus to you; he was simply your boyfriend.
"awww... do you feel good, Li?" you ask as you pet his head, massaging around his two, golden horns. he awards your actions with a vibrating purr emerging deep from his chest. you were laid on your bed together, enjoying a simple afternoon of cuddles and pets. his much larger, although scaled down, dragon body laid behind you, his underbelly making a perfect headrest for your head.
the adeptus continued purring as you petted him some more, leaving a few kisses along his snout. to think that he looked this scary and mighty but behaved like a kitchen cat...
"i feel as if i'm floating, my dear. you truly know how to care for an old dragon like me.." he sighed, pushing his head in your lap. your plushy, half-exposed thighs made much better of a pillow than any silk one he ever tried, he remarked.
suddenly, you felt a soft sensation on the top of your head. you raise your gaze and realize his fluffy tail tried returning the favor and petting you back. you smile at the feeling, dragging your fingertips from the top of his head down his spine, following the growth of his golden scales. he shivered under your touches, visibly enjoying himself.
"oh, sorry" you mumble, immediately removing your hand from his back, thinking you had done something wrong. even though you were already used to his dragon form, you still hadn't learned by heart where you could touch and where you could not.
he grumbled low as soon as your hands were off his scaly skin, his tail wrapping around your hand and returning it to his spine.
"don't stop" he growled, as if he was desperate for more of your pets, "i have been alive for eons, beloved, and nothing in those few eons has ever felt as good as what you're doing to me. i am a god, my dear, and your touches are my heaven"
âĄïž (NSFW ahead)
one of the best parts of zhongli was his dragon form, you thought. how protecting and caring he was, how soft and affectionate he was, and most importantly, how good he fucked you.
it took a long time for you to get over your embarrassment and ask him to make love while he's in his dragon form. since he's an adeptus, the dragon form was more familiar and comfortable for him than the human form (no matter how good he looked in the human form). besides, the talk around town was that rex lapis' body was anatomically different than a human male one.
as you were now under him, you finally understood what they meant by "different".
"ahh! li! LI! oohhh, archons, please!" you cried in overstimulation as his two cocks filled your holes, each significantly larger than anything of a normal male.
"there aren't any archons here except me, beloved. they can't help you nor grant your wishes, only i can. so why don't you beg your archon, my dear?" the smirk on his snout was almost sadistic as he growled these words in your ear, each followed by a hard thrust. he was big even in his human form, but this was just impossible - he wasn't even halfway in, and you were pretty sure you could feel him in your lungs!
"ahhh! oh, zhongli! z-zhongli! AH! please! rex lapis, ohhh, please! MORAX! MORAX, I NEED YOU!" you cry and writhe under him as he fucks you. it feels so good that you can't help but move around and shake, almost as if the pleasure was too much for you to bare.
"such a good follower... my most devoted follower is asking for me and as your archon, i'll happily answer your call..."
he nipped at your soft body, leaving little bite marks as he went along.
"what is it that you want, my dear?" he asks, splitting you in half with his dicks as you come for the nth time tonight.
"need you... all of you... please, zhongli... ohhhhh, please.."
being consumated by an adeptus was an honor. and being bred by an archon? well, that was just unimaginable. yet here you were, under the geo archon, begging to give him heirs.
"i shall give you what you need, then..." he sighs as he buries his head against your bosom, resting as he suddenly stills and buries his cocks as deep as they could possibly go. he started coming, breeding you until there wasn't a drop of sweet release left in him.
when you finally caught your breath, zhongli curled his long body around your smaller one, soothing you to slumber with his fluffy tail.
you knew at that moment that he'd have to be in his dragon form more often when the two of you are being intimate.
-> neuvillette
finding out your boyfriend of many years was the great hydro dragon came as a surprise. when he told you the secret he's kept for years, you sat in silence, wondering how to process all of this. you felt confused, decieved, and most of all, scared. even though this was still neuvi, your neuvi, he was also the great hydro dragon, a powerful, significant beast.
"i don't want anything to change because of my other form", rasped neuvillette, his poolwater eyes begging for reassurance, "....i hope you know i love you just the same, my love. and i cincerely hope you can forgive me for my lies over the past few years"
you stayed quiet, wondering what you should say. this was definitely not how you imagined this tea in his living room would go.
"can i... see it?"
he blinked once or twice, processing your question silently.
"your dragon form, i mean." you offer him a reassuring smile, as he shakes his head in disbelief.
"if you wish. i don't want to frighten you, mon cherie."
he changes into his dragon form, leaving you breathless. the final result of the whole thing was much less scary than the transformation - watching the man you love grow scales and wings was a stomach-turning experience. finally, the handsome man before you was gone, and a very large dragon appeared.
you stayed quiet, reaching your hands to hold his large nuzzle. he leaned into your touches, closing his eyes as your hands made contact with him.
"hello" you whispered, as if greeting a new person in your life, as if it wasn't someone you loved for the past four years.
"hello, dragon sovereign"
his ears twitched at those words, his spine tingling at the feeling. oh, so he liked being called that.
"hello, mon cherie" he grumbled in return, nuzzling his head against your torso.
"you're beautiful" you whisper in his ear as you pet him gently. "your scales are so pretty, like the ocean... you're one gorgeous dragon, neuvi. there is no reason to hide this side of you."
he smiled warmly, enjoying your warm words and touches.
"why did you hide this from me...?" you ask quietly, scratching his underchin lovingly.
"i was afraid of how you will take it. not many would be okay with having any kind of relations with a dragon", he murmured into your embrace, "let alone romantic ones."
"i don't mind" you humm as you pet him.
"you're not scary at all, love"
âĄïž
"how am i not heavy?!" you ask through a chuckle, spread on top of your dragon lover's back as he lounged in his bedroom.
"you weight like a feather, my love. what are you even doing up there, hm?"
you laugh as you play with his mane, twirling it around your fingers and smoothing it out.
"petting my favorite dragon"
"are you implying you know multiple dragons, mon cherie?" he chuckled as well, swaying his body a little and trying to shake your smaller body from his back. finally he shook you off him, your frame losing balance and rolling from your spot on his back. you fell right next to him, and he instantly repositioned his body to hold you.
neuvillette had so much work, always, that all he wanted to do in his free time was lounge and sleep. that's why he repositioned you slightly so you could lay on his arm, covering your body with one of his wings.
"mmm, neuvi..."
it was so sweet and funny to you how he held you. you had read in books and stories that said dragons were hoarders - teriorial animals who'd cherish their treasures and hold them tightly in their nest. which was exactly how neuvillette held you in your bed.
he may have been sleepy - but you weren't; and quite frankly, you were bored. you decided to turn a little more to him, kissing at his chest and underbelly while soothing his wings with your palms.
"how am i supposed to take a nap with you caressing me the way you are, my love?"
"c'mere, neuvi..." you softly murmur, manouvering yourself to sit up, and moving his head to your lap. "there, love, rest there."
and he did, falling asleep peacefully as he was petted in your lap, getting many kisses and praises in your safe arms.
âĄïž (NSFW ahead)
the best part about finally knowing this side of your lover finally happened once he got comfortable showing his dragon form to you. even though you initial reaction was that he's scary, you had second thoughts...
"neuvi, love, i know how uncomfy being in your human form all the time is... you don't have to for me, you know? i don't mind your true form..."
you said as neuvillette laid you down on the soft pillows in his bedroom, shirtlessly towering over you and ready to make love to you like there's no tomorrow.
"no, little one, you don't even know what you're asking for. i'll be too much for you to handle in my dragon form, darling, and i could never put my selfish needs and wishes before your safety"
your hand reaches for his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. you blush at the thought of him taking you in his dragon form - was it wrong for you to think that was kinda hot? many would be disgusted by the idea of being consumated by a beast, yet you loved it; he was your beast, after all.
"please, hydro dragon sovereign...", you whisper as you touch him, "be a little selfish, love. you deserve it. and don't worry about me, i can take it!"
his whole body shudders at the way you said his name, his self control holding on by a thread.
"i love your confidence, mon cherie, you are so adorable. yet, i'm afraid you can't handle all i'm able to give. my whole body is much bigger when i'm a dragon, you know that very well, and i wouldn't be able to fit you.."
your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him so close your noses were touching. he could feel your warm breath on his lips when you whispered:
"i'll make you fit.."
and his self control went flying.
so here you were, hours later, getting fucked into the matress by a large dragon. you lost count on how many times you came, your head hazy from all the pleasure. neuvillette held you in place in a mating press, fucking you like his sole purpose was to breed you. yet, he hasn't come yet, even after hours of your lovemaking.
"mmmphrr... neuvii~ ohhh.. ple- ahhh.."
your moans were uncoherent, your words slurred. at this point, you didn't even know your own name - you only knew his. your boyfriend smirked at the way you whined under him, nuzzling his snout against your neck.
"shhh... you asked for this, little one. now you will take all i'm giving you, hm? you will be good for me?"
"mhmmmm!!" you whine as he fucks you, your vision blurry from all the pleasure. your hands reach for his back, and you start caressing the area around his wings, massaging his back.
"fuck, little one.." he curses as he stills, pushing your legs to your chest and thrusting in you as deep as he'd go. he started coming with a long groan, fucking you through his high with shallow little thrusts, untill your womb was completely filled with his release. you felt full, hazy and warm, and he felt incredible, eyes filled with lust and adoration watching how your stomach bulged with his seed.
one day, he's gonna get your body swollen with more than just sweet release and give you a baby. a beautiful, half-dragon baby.
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love love LOVEE your toji/sukuna fics, mean big guys have me in a chokehold, but even more so if thereâs aftercare right after destroying u , Iâd like to see how you write that! No pressure, just a suggestion lol
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âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: true form! Sukuna + Toji x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (kuna got 2 dicks) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - biting/nibbling - dacryphillia - unprotected sex - aftercare; taking a warm bath together + tending wounds - pet names (baby, [little] dove, pet, princess, sweet thing) - tojikuna being snarky partners; good luck, lmao - mention of blood, drool/spit and tears.
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âAhaaahhn! T-Tojii, t-too fast, going too fasâShhaaa!!â
âHeh, yâre complaininâ, but yâre the one squeezinâ my dick like crazy.â
âHmph, right, like some dirty whoreâŠShit, assâs so tightâŠâ
You were the partner of both TĆji Fushiguro and Sukuna RyĆmenâa fact that many would be astonished to know and for you to go dizzy thinking about.
How does one lure in the deadly, cursed being proclaimed the King of Curses and a cold-blooded assassin dubbed the Sorcerer Killer? You couldnât even think of a quick answer to such a question. What you do know is that being a spouse of the terrifying two in this polyamorous relationship was the definition of intense. And that would go for tonight as well.
Being bent and forced to be taken advantage of by your two lovers was nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, itâs almost a daily occurrence when either of them comes and pulls you aside to appease themselves. Nonetheless, what else was a little cute wife like you supposed to do: sit there and look pretty? Not tonight, at least.
You were all confined in your shared quarters, all three bodies atop the futons pulled to the tatami flooringâthree bodies stripped from their discarded attire, now nude and meshed together in hot and wanton passion.
Toji was beneath you, yet that didnât diminish his control over you. You may be straddling him and moving your hips to take in his erect cock into your aching cunt. However, his hands are stationed firmly on your waist, influential to your pace as he bucks into your wetness stuffed on excessive come. The fast ruts make it grueling to find the rhythmâbut thatâs what the dark-haired man wants, to see you all desperate and wailing from up above. âHow ya feelinâ, sweet thing?âÂ
As if you had any room to speak, so winded that wails were the only words you could say.Â
âOi, pet, answer when youâre being talked to.â
And the voice behind you doesnât make this scene any better.
From your backside, Sukunaâs massive frame hovered over you and Tojiâs, his gigantic frame easily dwarfing you both. His lower arms hold you down by the calves, and his upper left keeps him upright from easily squishing his partners. And the upper right crawls up to your throat, suffocating your airways lightly with just his thumb and forefinger.
As the other has you from below, the gigantic cursed man deals with you from above. His lower member is plunged into your rear hole, stretching you to the point of tears with his hefty girth while the other rubs on the crevice of your ass with every push of his hips. The hands on your legs come up to your waist, brushing Tojiâs, who moves his to your chest.
His guttural purrs send shivers up to your ears, and the tongue of his stomach probes you with a lick on your sweaty back. âWe need words, or else youâll be crushed without knowing, little dove.â
Because that is what you were: their little wife tending to them as a spouse would.Â
You swallow spit before the grip on your throat gets any tighter. âIâIâŠFeel sho gooodâŠ!â You twitch when the behemoth licks and nibbles on your ear so dangerously as if heâs tempted to eat youâhe just might be. ââMmmhh! S-Shoo fuull..â
Toji notices and snickers, âYeah, baby?â His hands on your breasts are rough, making you whimper. âDoinâ good so far,â he tweezes a nipple, earning a sharp yelp to leave your puffy lips. âHehm, so adorable, mamaâŠâ you cry even more when he pops the other nipple into his mouth; the feel of his tongue on your bud had you hot.Â
ââHnnm!! Fucking hell, this assâŠ!â Sukunaâs groans are felt, the vibrations rattling your bones. âKeep grippinâ me like that, princess..â He adds more weight and has you howling like no tomorrow. The nails of his fingers leave dents that youâre sure to see later onâjust more to add onto the collection harboring all over your skin â bites and marks galore.Â
Your eyebrows screw together, drool escaping your agape lips. The laps around your nipple become feverish along with Tojiâs thrusts, and Sukuna pistoning his cock so harshly; it makes you wobble, yet you maintain your balance for the older man beneath you to keep sucking and playing with your chest.Â
ââTaahh, uhhgg, sh-shiiit,â your hands grip the sheets as your eyes roll to the topâa sign that you were to fall into your release in mere seconds from the constant rubs of your sensitive spots.
Clamping onto their shafts, you shriek during the impending climax, the walls of your holes puckering and contracting around the limbs that graze your sensitive nerves. You finally give in and fumble atop Toji, luckily catching your expected reaction with a smirk. âFuck, feel so good and tight,â he kisses your cheek and chortles when your arms sling around his neck. âStay still, baby; let us finish here.â
The two men still undulate their hips, their dicks ravaging your insides even when youâre stuck in your crescendo. You nearly choke on your spit, wailing as youâre forced to submit to their frantic bucks, and the sounds of them moaning and groaning only fuel your ears to clench them even tighter. It has both men hiss and tighten their hold on you, Toji burrowing his face to bite your shoulder while Sukunaâs fangs dig into the other. And you can tell blood was drawn as the giant licks the inflicted marking.
At your scream, they simultaneously bust their loads into your trembling frame, stuffing you with more of their essence in your cunt and asshole. And Sukunaâs upper cock dispels its semen out to paint your back. The sensation of their lengths pulsating inside you has you quiver, hiccupping when they sneak in short yet fierce pounds into your sore holes until their sweaty frames succumb to tranquility. Then, they remove their limbs with a blissful groan to your sob, come sliding and dripping down to your thighs.Â
Finally, you sigh into Tojiâs chest as he kisses your forehead and kneads your ass lovingly. I can finally rest nowâŠ
However, you squeak when your body is pulled upward so quickly, and youâre now being held by Sukuna, who straightens up and stands up. He scoffs, âRelax, dove.â The hand under your legs squeezes the flesh of your thigh.Â
Leaving Toji to the futon, the cursed ancient man thunderously strides out to the room two rooms down from the shared room. He slides the shoji door open after the changing room, and youâre instantly met with a wave of humid air from the bathing area. Ripples from the humongous stone bath become more evident as Sukuna closes in, and the water climbs when he gets inside with his massive volume.
He sits, the water sitting above the mouth of his abdomen. He has you sitting on his lap, yet his lower arms still hold you close to his chest. With the upper left, he brings the wooden bucket the servants left behind to scoop with water and pours it gently above your head.Â
Your hands wipe the water from your face, but a washcloth and a colossal hand wipe it down for you. âY-You know, I can clean myself,â you inquire with a scrunched expression as Sukuna wipes your cheeks a little too rough.Â
âWith your shaky legs, Iâd be amazed if youâd even make three steps out of the room.â You pout at his tease, and it only has him want to poke fun at you more. âLike a baby deer trying to walk.â
You snatch the washcloth with a heated face. âQuit it!â Humiliated, you sigh and raise your left arm to dap on the markings decorated on your skin. However, he takes it away from you, his lower left gently grabbing your arm for the lower right to compress the damp cloth on your sore markings.Â
âLet me.â He wasnât asking, leaving you no space to interject his company. He pulls an ointment from the other wooden basket into the washcloth; the lavender scent pleases your nostrils while the minty sensation cleanses your skin. âSit back,â he orders you, and you allow your back to rest on his torso, watching the man tend to the wounds he and his partner inflicted on you. It almost puts you to sleep, sighing pleasingly and relaxing to the monsterâs touch.Â
Speaking of, âWow, so ya leave me at the room to clean up after you two, huh?â Toji enters the bathing space, joining you and Sukuna in the warm water. âWhat am I, yâr maid?â
âYou seem to have walked here on your own just fine.â Sukuna bends to place a kiss on top of your head while the raven-haired other approaches closer. âYou have no room to complain, Fushiguro.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â you observe Toji come to you between Sukunaâs legs. âHey, mama, feel better?â You nod to him meekly while he cups your cheeks with one hand. He then brings you to a soft kiss, mewling to his lips while his wet thumb brushes your cheek. âMmm, so cuteâŠStand up frâ me.â
He takes the wet cloth from Sukunaâs grasp while you slowly rise. He helps you turn around to have your back to him, your hands clinging onto Sukunaâs thighs while the giant gives the human male a cream to place on the rag. Toji then rubs circles on the red crescents of your waistâdents marked from Sukunaâs nailsâand you jerk and hiss at the contact.Â
âI know, sweetie, I know,â he coaxes you with whispers to the ear and a kiss on your shoulder. âBlame âKuna for doinâ a number on ya.â
âKeh, I know youâre not talking,â the salmon-haired one sniggers as he grabs another dry cloth to wipe your collarbone. âI can count with three hands how many of these hickeys arenât mine.âÂ
The other barks a laugh. âNow I know yâr ass is lyinâ.â The two men humor themselves on the trauma they just put you and your tiny body through, and you can only shake your head at their insufferableness. Yet, at the very least, theyâre taking their roles as your lovers to take care of your body. Not so bad, isnât it?
Especially when the bathing is over, and youâre all clean from the event that transpired an hour ago, sleep stops evading you, and you return to the shared room ready for slumber. To end the night, the candles are blown out, youâre adorning your yukata robe for your soft skin, and Toji and Sukuna wait for you on the futon to conclude this session.Â
Toji has you to his right, arm around your figure to keep you close to his warmth. This gives you the view of his easeful sleeping face; the moonlight from the opened shoji window panels makes it easy to trace his handsome features and the deft scar on his lips. To his left was Sukuna, his tremendous size unavoidable, and his strength still evident as his upper arm cages you and the other older man in proximity. The pink-haired beast purrs at the rub of Tojiâs hand on his nape and hair, and you giggle at the displayâlike a giant cat.
Seeing the Sorcerer Killer and the King of Curses act so leisurely around someone is inconceivable; not many live to see such a picture when met with their brute force and killing instincts. And yet, you suppose that makes you more valuable than anyone, their sole and precious partner.
And as you bury your face and let the blanket of sleep take over, you rest for yet another night, knowing youâre in the best care you could ask for.
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"what's wrong, sweetie?" the leader of onychinus, most loathed creature of tarus city, looks and sounds almost unrecognisable as he stares down at his sniffling beloved, with crimson eyes that twinkle with specks of admiration, yearning and concern. his strong arms, so used to battles and defending himself from acts of violence, now cradling a treasured lover ever so kindly and tenderly. his voice, often rough and speaking out of pain and anger, is no louder than a decibel and soft enough to lull an infant to sleep as he speaks to her.
his calloused fingers comb through her hair, and he reminds himself to ask her another time if he could braid her hair, just like when they were in the grasslands. but not right now, not when his other hand is occupied with rubbing the small of her back in soothing circles. his actions has practically turned her body into putty, melting it deeper against the mould of his body as she lays atop him, face buried into cotton of his shirt. she looks so vulnerable at this very moment, a little different from the fearless hunter everyone is accustomed to seeing. he feels the atoms of anger (on her behalf) and natural protectiveness form in his chest as he tries to think of what possibly could have upset his lover tonight. this damned world is undeserving of her, he thinks, so he tries his best to fill in the cracks the world has left her with.
"everything has been so tough." her tiny voice answers. in the midst of everything ever-changing, sylus seems to be the only constant she had. it feels like as everything is against her, he is the only one for her. "i'm so scared," her voice barely audible, yet sylus doesn't miss the crack at the end of her sentence. instinctively, his palm stops its ministrations of gentle circles. his knuckles now bending ever so slightly to clutch onto her back more protectively.
"what can i do to make you feel better, sweetie?" his voice low, the vibrations grumbling from his chest against her own. almost desperate to make her feel better, he starts peppering kisses into her hair. it's a win-win, sylus thinks. while she finds some comfort in his affection, he gets to indulge in the faint smell of her strawberry shampoo and the way she melts further into his body. it causes his hold to tighten around her. "what can i do to make you feel... less afraid? safer, if you will," he asks, noting her admission of fear.
she pauses, as if to think, then moves to rest her chin on his chest as she stares at him for moment. they simply gaze into each other eyes, a silent language both of them are fluent in. sylus doesn't want to get ahead of himself, but could it be that her eyes are mirroring his; the way it screams of pure and true love. sylus knows without a doubt that he'd love her even if it was never reciprocated, so when the familiar gaze is reflected in her eyes, a breath gets stuck in his throat. he clears his throat, fingers brushing away a lock of her hair, "what is it, beloved?"
she stays silent for a moment more, and sylus bears in mind the way he grows a little nervous under her loving gaze, though he tries to mask it with a raised brow. "well?" her hand finds his own that tucked her hair away, bringing it to her cheek. like clockwork, sylus moulds his palm against her soft cheek, his thumb grazing the smooth skin.
"i think i only feel safe with you." it knocks the wind out of him. sylus is self-aware of his reputation- once, he was the creature so feared by humans that it caused much self loathing. and even now, people fear him as the infamous figure of danger in the n109 zone. sure, it is for different reasons now, but sylus has always felt to be synonymous with monster. "with me?" he repeats, a crease forming between his brows as his heart begins to pound against his chest. she simply nods and confirms, "yes." one word to cause a visceral reaction in his heart.
she doesn't say anything more and doesn't elaborate and sylus is too taken aback to push it further. thinks he needs a moment to himself to take in this revelation. a monster like me... that is what makes her feel safe? he sighs, shakes his head as if to deem herself almost foolish for feeling as such. there could be trillions of creatures in the entire universe, and she would be the sole one who'd find safety with him.
and if sylus hadn't already made it his mission to keep her in safety, he makes a silent oath with himself at the moment. he'll protect her until his dying breath. this woman shall never have to worry for as long as she decides that he lives.
he pulls her in impossibly tighter. "that's the first time someone said those words to me," he echoes words he has said before (albeit she doesn't and won't remember a thing) and he reminisces the memory for a bit. the same way she sees the beauty in him, the similar softness she so graciously graces him with - such a stark contrast from what others are to him. it reaffirms him though, that she is his one true soulmate, across all universes and through time. he'd burn the world for her take a claymore to his chest, if ever need be. in the previous and present life, she would always be kind to him and he would always be hers.
she hums, then nuzzles her nose against the crook of his neck where she presses the petals of her lips against his warm skin. "well, everyone else doesn't know you like i do." she mumbles, and sylus chuckles.
the whole world can cower in fear and misjudge him, for all he cares. he is simply sylus in her eyes, "i don't want anyone else to know me like you do."
#ok some might think this is a bit ooc for sylus#but after his myth drop i truly think sylus is more vulnerable and soft than we think he is#like he is SO soft and in love that i think he'd even cry during s*x#anyways i love sylus even more after this myth drop#i want to keep this 190cm man in my pocket and kiss him 10 every 5 mins#sylus x reader#sylus#lnds#lads#sylus love and deepspace#sylus fluff
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âąËâ â Three Ways
The three ways sunghoon tells you he loves you before being able to utter the words⊠1.6k words, friends to lovers, fem!reader
Park Sunghoon has never been one for flowery words and declarations of love.
In fact, they often made him quite uncomfortable, and he more often than not would be caught responding to the affection with a thumbs up and hardly concealed cringe.
Thankfully, you were plenty comfortable with the words, 'I love you'. An expert, even, at reminding your friends just how much real estate they took up in your heart.
You were the first person that Sunghoon ever truly believed when you said the words. Sure, he knew crushes were real and some girls probably thought their love was true, but you KNEW him. You knew him, and still deemed him precious enough for your favorite three words.
And even though he knew it was in a platonic way, being able to grin softly and ruffle your hair in response was enough for him.
He knew better than to try to reciprocate verbally, fearful of the avalanche that would come if he let himself be truly honest.
The first time Sunghoon said 'I love you' was with a straw wrapper directly to your forehead.
He'd picked you up early in the morning with a blanket in his car so you could nap as he drove the two of you to brunch at an old diner.
You'd been rambling about a new project when his phone rang the first time, and he was listening to you so intently that he didn't even notice it.
It's hard not to blush when you recognize the intensity of his gaze and the way his ringtone fell on deaf ears while watching you.
You're almost glad when it rings again, giving you a quick reprieve to calm your racing heart while he swipes to decline Jake's call.
Sunghoon lets out a sigh as his screen lights up for a third time, and the annoyance on his face is enough to make you let out a bellowing laugh before snatching it out of his hands.
"Today is my Hoon time, you got him yesterday!"
The amusement is evident in your voice, but it still has Sunghoon's heart doing flips.
The fact that you were feeling protective over your time with him, that you wanted no distractions from being in the messy diner with him while he stared at you and offered little to your conversation. It made his heart warm that even in these circumstances, you were focused on time with him.
A stray beam of sunlight chooses that moment to peek through the blinds of the window next to you and he swears it makes you glow like the only person in the room.
The words are on the tip of his tongue when you hang up on his friend, his mouth open like maybe he'll finally have the courage to say it.
You catch him staring, looking up with confusion in your eyes, the twinkle of amusement still there.
You raise an eyebrow at him as a couple beats of silence pass, only to get thwacked in the face with his balled up straw wrapper.
"You monster!" You gasp, and his laughter fills the air.
You're sick with the flu the second time sunghoon almost ruins your friendship.
He finds you curled up under the blanket he'd got you for your birthday last year, the one he got specially made with his face on it.
The sight is ridiculous enough that he would have laughed if you didn't look so miserable.
âI told you this was gonna happen. You should have stayed home yesterday.â He scolds, stepping closer to place a gentle hand against your forehead.
He frowns at the heat of your skin, your fever putting up a valiant effort against the medication you had recently taken.
You pout when he leaves, and itâs still there when he returns with a cold rag in his hand.
âDonât look at me like that.â
He plays it off as annoyance, but itâs really a cry for help because when you look up at him with shiny eyes and pouty lips it makes him want to say things he shouldnât.
âI thought you were leaving me.â
His squeezes the rag in tandem with the clenching of his heart, and kneels down on the floor next to your bed.
âIâd never leave you like this.â
His voice is soft as his touch when he places the rag on your head, trailing a finger from your forehead down past your temple and along your cheek.
Your fever has you too delirious to question his actions, continuing to stare up at him like he was the cure to your sickness.
His breath falters as his index finger brushes against your lip, and he knows he needs to look away before he does something stupid.
He settles for poking against the corner of your mouth, pushing it up to resemble the grin you so often wear, and he finally succeeds in removing his eyes when you let out a breathy chuckle at his antics.
âThere she is,â he whispers.
âPromise to stay?â
He nods, never having the strength to tell you no.
âPromise.â
Itâs like a weight lifted off Sunghoons shoulders when youâre finally back to yourself, no longer âon your deathbedâ as youâd so dramatically called it.
âYouâre not sick anymore yn, so you have no reason not to come.â Jay says into his speaker, and sunghoon just knows youâre whining on the other side of the phone.
The boys had planned a get together for Jakeâs birthday, and while you were plenty fond of the Australian boy, so were plenty of others. Which meant that you would inevitably be stuck in a room with FAR too many people for your liking.
Sunghoon always lets you stay by his side, but you could only take so much of sitting on the couch and pretending not to notice as fifteen different girls try to approach him while you pretended to be interested in literally anything else.
Not to mention, the past week had been so draining trying to get back into a routine and catch up on everything youâd missed while sick.
âNo excuses, see you in ten!â
Sunghoon rolls his eyes as Jay hangs up on you, your groan being instantly cut off.
âDo you think sheâll come?â Jake asks, eyeing the man that knows you better than anyone else.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, âyeah. that was her groan of acceptance that Jay just hung up on.â
Jay pumps a fist in the air as Jake laughs at the discovery that his friend knows you perhaps a little too well.
Fifteen minutes later you make your way into the living room, seeing your three friends sitting on the couch surrounded by people you donât know. Youâre not in the headspace to meet anyone new tonight, and a quick scan reveals the three boys were the only of your friends present.
You let out another groan, this one being in disappointment.
Almost as if he sensed it, you see Sunghoonâs head turn to where youâre standing.
The smile that graces his face instantly comforts you, and you return it with only slightly less enthusiasm.
He waves you over, and you steel yourself for discomfort as you approach the crowd.
However the only thing you hear when you get there is the sound of your best friendâs voice.
âI saved you a spot.â
You heave a sigh of relief as he scoots over to give you an opening right next to him, and he quickly flings an arm over your shoulders as you settle in.
You breathe in the smell of his cologne and melt into his shoulder.
âThank you.â
Anyone else probably wouldnât be able to hear you, but Sunghoon has always been fine tuned to your voice.
âOf course.â
He lets you sit in silence against him while the boys continue talking and joking.
Youâre on the verge of falling asleep right in the middle of the crowd when his breath tickles against your ear.
âCan I take you home?â
You blink up at him curiously, and he explains further.
âYou made your appearance, your friend duties are fulfilled. Letâs get out of here.â
You grin and gladly follow as he takes your hand and guides you out of the room after a quick goodbye to your friends.
His hand doesnât let go of yours even as he drives to your apartment, and you realize just how lucky you are to have him.
âI love you.â You tell him, voice quiet as he flicks on his turn signal.
His face lights up when you say it, and he gives you a quick glance.
âI know.â
You smile, but a part of you feels like maybe he doesnât.
âI mean it. I love your smile and your laugh and I love that youâre kinder to me than I could ever deserve.â
Your words are getting faster, and you know theyâre on the verge of being a confession but you canât bring yourself to stop.
âYou have this way of making me feel cared for and known and i donât think I tell you enough how much that means to me.â
You donât realize heâs pulled to the side of the road until you finish talking and realize both of his hands are now clasping your one.
When you meet his eyes you swear he can see straight through you, and you blush furiously while attempting to look away.
Your name on his lips stops you, and you drag your eyes back to his.
âYeah?â
âI love you.â
He doesnât expand, but theres certainty in his voice and adoration in his eyes, and you know him well enough to know what he means.
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(yandere! infected harem x gn! reader) (HEAVILY inspired by LT may's book 'infected' on wattpad, go read it!!!)
This was exactly like a zombie infection. No, it was worse.
You couldn't even remember how it all started. You were just sitting in class one day, listening to your tutor yap about something boring when all of a sudden you heard people screaming.
The once peaceful world you knew was suddenly turned upside down. Everyone had changed for the worse, or better, if you see it from their perspective.
The infected, that's what people are calling them.
They're insane, crazy, obsessive. The epitome of what people once called toxic. But now, it's becoming the norm. And it's all because of that crazy scientist who developed this infection and made it an airborne virus.
You see this as something like a zombie infection. The people who're infected... they're practically... dead. Well, not really. They turn alive once they see their darlings. Right, darlings. That's what the infected are calling the uninfected.
But anyway, these infected people are practically zombies now. Like, enhanced zombies? Maybe? Their physical abilities are no joke, not to mention how much smarter they've all become. And their emotions... God, they're like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
The worst part is, the love emotion has spiralled out of control. All their passion, love, intrusive thoughts... They've lost all sense of rationality when it comes to their beloved darlings. They've become crazy in love for anyone they've had their eyes on prior to the infection. That's why the infected turn alive when they see their darlings. That's why so many people are going missing. That's why you call this a zombie infection.
Because somehow, someway, if you're uninfected and you get caught by an infected... Chances are, you're likely to turn infected as well. Apparently everyone breathed in the infection virus, some just react to it faster than others, hence the huge outbreak of infecteds. Those who didn't turn yet are apparently stronger in health or simply can't react to the infection.
And that's what brings you to your current situation. As an uninfected with their morality and common sense still in-tact.
It's crazy how the people you once called your friends are acting like monsters for their lovers now. You still can't wrap your head around that fact. But to everyone else who got infected it's nothing but a small step to get their darlings.
You can't stand it.
Why is everyone acting like this is something normal? Just a few weeks ago they'd all call this act immoral and simply insane! And now they're doing the same exact thing they vowed to never do? God you absolutely despise that scientist who created this infection.
The same can't be said for the people who are infected though, especially... your admirers.
Look! There's one right now.
"Darling! Has your infection kicked in yet?"
A cheery voice hums, a cute boy coming into view as he stares at you with the most lovesick eyes you've ever seen. Oh, right, forgot to mention but the infection takes place differently in everyone. Apparently it takes form based on your true personality, or whatever the fuck that means.
Meaning that if you were shy prior to the infection, you'd be more shy with your love. Your true personality would either turn you into a clingy wet kitten desperate for your darling's love or to a crazy homicidal maniac that goes insane if their love is not reciprocated. The infected would still be obsessive and possessive to a certain extent. But the rest of the traits are completely dependent on how you really were before getting infected.
And this guy was your friend who was super fucking clingy before the infection. Turns out he was in love with you and the infection just made things a hundred times worse.
"Um, no-"
"Why not? I can't wait for your affection!"
"Uh-"
"Pipe down shorty. You're making them uncomfortable."
Ah, how could you have forgotten that you not only had one admirer, but another one? Actually, scratch that. You had more than 2. Everyday there would be more and more people confessing their love to you, so much that you began to lose count of how many people held you in their hearts.
But there were 4 prominent people who stood out with their affections. And these 2 were it. Unfortunately.
Because even though one was more clingy and the other was more aloof, they had murdered the other admirers ruthlessly in cold blood. At least the aloof one had the decency to wash off the blood before coming to you. This clingy one came to you, all wide eyed and smiley, thinking you'd hug him when he was drenched in blood.
The fact that laws had been changed too didn't help either. People could now openly commit crimes that were once deemed illegal as long as they were proven to be done in the name of love. How cruel.
"Can you both just leave me alone?"
You grumble, glaring at your two admirers as you hide your face in your hands. You were so fucking tired of it all. Not only were you constantly on edge because you were uninfected and could be killed because you looked at someone a little too long, but you also had to deal with the weight of being so many people's obsessions.
This cursed dystopian world that changed in the blink of an eye... Ah, you had only wished you treasured the sweet days of the old world a little more.
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Entry 15 â The One Where I Try to Convince You of Just About Anything
âDonât compromise yourself. Wait for the right person because youâre worth it.â
These were Nicolaâs words the night of the London premiere when she was asked what dating advice she had for viewers. This quote has always stuck with me. Not because itâs actually great advice or emits wisdom well beyond Nicolaâs years but because I can still remember the odd sense of foreboding that I felt as I listened to her words. They were just as poignant, if not more so, than the words that first invited me aboard this ship (Lukeâs comments in Australia about friends-to-lovers).
And, although Luke âagree[d] with all of the above,â Nicolaâs comment always struck me as making Luke uncomfortable. That interaction seemed off somehow. Awkward and strange in a way I wasnât used to after two months of watching a rom-com style World Tour. In hindsight, and in a rather ominous way, the discomfort I felt alluded to what would happen later that evening â Luke âhard launchingâ Antonia.
As I was scribbling out todayâs post and, honestly, struggling with how I wanted to structure it, I realized that it was not necessarily post-Papsmear (a/k/a Hot Boy Summer) people had an issue with. Instead, it seemed many people were having a hard time understanding â and accepting â Antoniaâs existence in the Lukola-verse. This confusion, of course, led many to their own internal battlefield of trying to rationalize Lukeâs behavior during that relatively short seven-week period. The reality is no one wants Luke to be the âBad Guy;â therefore, people struggle to look at Hot Boy Summer with neutrality.
Donât worry, Iâm guilty, too.
I mean, Papsmear went down like a guillotine on a French â uh, well, nevermind that part. Letâs just say it did not go over well with the fandom. After months of âRomancing Mr. Bridgerton,â Luke was photographed walking into a hotel with Antonia snapping at his heels, sending the Lukola fandom into convulsions. What made it worse was that this was the night of the London premiere, the last leg of the World Tour. So long, motherfucking London!
The dark side of the fandom painted Luke as a monster â a man who, in less than three minutes, pissed on the Season 3 World Tour and broke Lukola hearts all over the world by seemingly choosing Antonia over Nicola. And, not only choosing Antonia, but flaunting her. People felt betrayed, shadowed by the possibility that Luke and Nicola had hoodwinked them with a fake PR romance and dumbfounded that Mr. Iâm-Publicly-Single had a âgirlfriendâ (yes, that word is always up for speculation in this fandom). But, as with every dismal situation, you had the light bringers â the true-to-heart Lukolas â firing up on all cylinders and calling, âFoul!â in the direction of Antonia. A few of the less classy ones even picked up bits of old salad theyâd found in a dumpster and tossed it in her direction (heehee, did you get my Dad Joke?).
And so Hot Boy Summer beganâŠas did the confusion surrounding it.
In the beginning, I absolutely wanted Antonia to be the villain. But Iâve found that the more I write, the more indifferent I have become on the subject. Of course, that didnât stop me from theorizing with friends. In fact, at one point, I had so many thoughts on the matter, if I had mapped them out on paper, theyâd have resembled a spiderâs web, with the hub being Papsmear. However, what Iâve discovered is that each of those theories, regardless of how simple or convoluted they were, took root in one of three central ideas.
Thatâs what I want to discuss today â those three central ideas from which every one of your sub-theories likely takes root (unless, of course, youâre the conspiracy theorist that believes Antonia is AI generatedâŠ). I want to lay out why I believe these theories are plausible (yes, prepare yourself to read some shit you almost certainly wonât find entertaining) countered by why I believe they may be out in left field. Maybe, just maybe, they will shed some light on Hot Boy Summer. But, also, maybe they wonât.
Okay, our three central theories are:
A) Luke and Nicola were simply PR-ing the fuck out of Polin.
B) Luke and Nicola were legit in their feels and Antonia became the jilted girlfriend.
C) Antonia was a PR girlfriend because [feel free to insert any reason you please].
Weâre going to get the one nobody wants to consider out of the way first.
THEORY A: Nicola and Luke had a PR card up their sleeve the entire time.
I donât like this theory any more than you do â the idea that Luke and Nicola were merely playing the part of two infatuated costars during the World Tour. However, this theory does exist, so there is no point in pretending that it doesnât.
The backbone of this theory is that Luke and Nicola came to some kind of agreement to behave in a certain flirtatious manner during the World Tour to promote viewership of the show. As annoying as this theory is to the Lukolas, it is not unrealistic. For example, Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney recently admitted to using the dating rumors that began while they were filming to build buzz around their movie, âAnyone But You.â Regardless of how reckless I find this behavior to be, I donât doubt that we will start seeing it utilized more and more because it does help build interest in a project. That said, and although she admittedly leaned into the Powell romance rumors, Sweeney had an easy out once their press tour ended â she was (and still is) engaged to her long-time partner.
Now, letâs apply this PR romance to Luke and Nicola. It is entirely possible that these two simply played into their natural chemistry and allowed the romance rumors to fuel Polin. We could even go as far as to suggest that Netflix & Co. supported this PR romance because more viewers equaled more money. This, to some degree, also fits with the narrative that Luke seemingly kept Antonia out of the spotlight during the World Tour and, although it was terrible timing, launched her at the London premiere because he was tired of the fake PR. We could also make a convincing argument that this theory aligns with Luke and Nicola never addressing the status of their relationship (i.e., by never openly admitting they were âjust friends,â they leave room for speculation and shipping).
To be honest, this would be a nice and tidy answer for how the World Tour went down, with Luke stepping in an elephant-sized pile of dog shit on his way out of the London afterparty and Nicola swooping into to play PR Hero by promoting Season 3 throughout the summer. Meaning, Hot Boy Summer was simply what it appeared to be at surface level â Luke running off with his girlfriend while Nicola continued promoting Season 3 on her own. Sure, this theory would leave us all feeling like we had just been kicked in the teeth, but we could absolutely package it up quite nicely and tie it with a little pink bow. However â nothing is ever that simple, is it?
There are some things that make me question the plausibility of this Luke-and-Nicola-PR-Romance theory, namely, (a) Luke and Nicolaâs World Tour behavior, (b) comments made by interviewers, (c) the Claddagh ring, (d) the side trip to Galway, and (e) Chaos Week.
Regarding Luke and Nicolaâs behavior towards each other during the World Tour, I donât believe I need to go into too much detail here. Again, we all watched the same World Tour, and we all had the same reaction to their chemistry. Hell, the Jakolas started out on this side of the fandom because they also saw something between Luke and Nicola. However, to play Devilâs advocate, I will suggest that Luke and Nicola could absolutely be the next Daniel Day Lewis and Meryl Streep, method acting their way through the World Tour. But, in my honest opinion, theyâre not. Theyâre both lovely actors but they donât compare to the two I just named (sorry, but also not sorry).
I honestly debated with myself as to whether I wanted to include interviewer comments under this section. I finally relented and decided to do so because, for me, it was one of those things that made me question the plausibility of Luke and Nicola being strictly PR during the World Tour â because, yes, I did consider that back in May. For example, in response to Luke drinking from Nicolaâs tea cup in Australia, when asked about it, the interviewer, Rachael Evren, responded, âTheyâre in[ ]love itâs fine.â Also in Australia, we listened to the back and forth between podcasters, Laura Brodnik and Em Vernem, debate Luke and Nicolaâs real-life relationship:
Em: âI canât believe you got her to say such juicy things about their chemistry.â
Laura: âTheyâre best friends and stuff, yeah, people think theyâre together. Theyâre not, theyâre just best friends.â
Em: âNo, but they are.â
Laura: âOh, donât start that rumor. I want it on the record Iâm not saying that.â
Em: âWell, I feel like after you watch Bridgerton Season 3 you would be like, âOh yeah, theyâre definitely dating.ââ
By the time Luke and Nicola reached Canada, you had interviewers being quite obviously taken with their chemistry. For example, The Morning Show in Canada â have you ever watched Carolyn Mackenzieâs face when Luke and Nicola get into that Ryan Gosling discussion? Or, have you listened to the surprise in Karen Kosterâs voice (âitâs like the carriage sceneâ) after witnessing Nicola touch Lukeâs forehead on Ireland AM? Then you had Meredith Shaw from BT Canada and Ciara Kelly from Newstalk boldly asking Luke and Nicola about their real-life relationship, and Ben Shepherd from This Morning calling them out about the Carriage Scene (âyouâre blaming the soundproof carriage, not the fact you got lost in the momentâ).
And, then we had the written print:
On May 16, 2024, Shondalandâs Valentina Valentini wrote: âBut throughout the past three seasons, itâs been a slow-burn anticipation for Newton and Coughlan, who have genuinely become real-life best friends in that span of time. Parallel to that, their on-screen characters have given us such a perfect crescendo of what itâs like to fall in love over decades that Iâm not entirely convinced that the real-life people sitting in front of me are not actually in love. âYeah! Weâve kept that one really secret!â Coughlan jests when I hint at the possibility.â
And, in her June 14, 2024 publication, Fashionâs Annika Lautens wrote: âNicola Coughlan and Luke Newton canât stop looking at each other. I mean, they really canât. As I enter their suite in the Four Seasons Hotel Toronto to interview the Bridgerton stars, all I can hear is laughter. Coughlan is leaning over to show Newton something on her phone. He throws his head back, giggling. It feels extremely intimate but, as the world has seen through countless clips on TikTok and on the third season of BridgertonâŠthis is just your average Tuesday for the two co-stars.â
These third-party reactions alone â in my opinion â debunk the Luke-and-Nicola-PR-Romance theory, but we will keep moving along.
I am not going to reexamine the Claddagh ring or Chaos Week in this entry as I have already gone into extensive detail of both in my blog Entries 6 and 14, respectively. If youâre behind on the significance of the Claddagh ring or Chaos Week, please take a moment and read those for more context. However, I will briefly discuss that special trip to Galway.
Iâve never quite followed why Nicola and Luke took that side trip to Galway. There was no special visit to Brighton â or wherever Lukeâs family lives â so why Galway? I often find myself straddling the line between logic and delulu when I put my thoughts about Lukola on paper. I mean, from a logical standpoint, they were in Dublin so visiting Nicolaâs hometown while they were on the island isnât that farfetched. But to film it? Okay, yeah sure, Nicola is Shondaâs alleged favorite child, so I suppose itâs possible Shonda granted Nicolaâs wish to flaunt Bridgerton in her hometown. I can honestly see this fitting into the Luke-and-Nicola-PR-Romance narrative. But â
It also doesnât fit.
Sending Luke and Nicola to Galway was too close to home. It crossed the line between what could be excused as PR and what was clearly personal.
Not only did we have Nicola wearing her Claddagh ring in Galway in a manner that suggested she was in a relationship, but we also had her introducing Luke to her mother for the first time in what appeared to be an emotional moment. I have tried to convince myself this Mother-Meets-Luke thing was perfectly normal costar behavior. I have tried to convince myself that her sister-in-lawâs reaction to Mother-Meets-Luke didnât make me side-eye the entire situation. I have tried to convince myself that the Irish folks Iâve spoken with are exaggerating the significance of the Mother-Meets-Luke moment. I have also tried to convince myself there isnât additional footage out there of this Galway Gathering just waiting to surface.
But, ugh, I just cannot convince myself that Luke and Nicola were strictly PR. This theory is as confusing as Sanrio telling us that Hello Kitty is really a human girl.
Verdict: NOT GUILTY.
Yes, we are marking this one as debunked.
THEORY B: Antonia became Lukeâs jilted ex-girlfriend.
Hey, hey, USS Lutonia! Iâve got your flank.
No, actually I donât. If the USS Lutonia was ever afloat, it sank somewhere off the coast of Italy. Sorry, but not really because I didnât mourn you even a teensy bit.
I will preface this section by asserting my opinion that Luke and Antonia are not currently in a romantic relationship. Outside of âinsinuationâ posts made by Antonia, there is no evidence directly linking Luke to Antonia after July 30. Feel free to try to convince me otherwise but, when you do, make sure to include at least one photograph of Luke and Antonia in the same place at the same time with convincing evidence that it is current and that they are a couple (and, no, I will not accept blurry or Photoshopped images or metadata pulled from Instagram as evidence). That said, I will not argue with the idea that Luke and Antonia could have dated at one time. In fact, for this theory to play out, we have to agree that Luke and Antonia dated at some point.
Letâs pretend for a moment that Luke and Antonia dated before, during, and for a period after the World Tour. In this theory, the chemistry between Luke and Nicola was real (seriously, I think weâve debunked that PR theory). The Claddagh ring and the side trip to Galway both suggested a romantic relationship between Luke and Nicola. Regardless of how real things were between Luke and Nicola, Luke still had Antonia lurking in the background. Perhaps Luke didnât know how to break things off with her; maybe his friends and/or family made it difficult; maybe Antonia made things difficult. Everything came to a head at the London premiere, with Luke stepping on a landmine with Papsmear. But, because they canât help but gravitate towards each other, Luke and Nicola found themselves back together â either immediately after Papsmear or, at the latest, by early August â and have continued their affair since. Oh, and Luke finally got around to breaking things off with Antonia on or after July 30.
This would â in a scorned woman kind of way â explain the âtrollingâ behavior Antonia was accused of during and after the World Tour. Those random posts that insinuated she was âwith Luke,â even though the only evidence that directly linked her to Luke were (1) leaked and/or since-deleted pictures and videos from sources other than Luke, or (2) pictures of Lukeâs friend group, which included Antonia, that, from time-to-time, alluded to Lukeâs presence. Speaking of the friend group, the fact that Antonia appeared to be part of that group would support the idea that it was difficult for Luke to completely shake Antonia. This theory would also support the cat-and-mouse game played out on social media between Antonia and Nicola, which seemed heightened during and after Hot Boy Summer. Surely, you noticed that pattern by now. At the end of July, Lukeâs friend group suffered some kind of catastrophic blow and Luke abandoned ship, officially breaking things off with Antonia as he went. This would explain the continued trolling for which Antonia has been accused; she hates Luke and is jealous of Nicola. Yeah, I can see this theory working. In fact, this is my preferred theory because it is the simplest. However â
For this theory to work, you must accept that Luke and Nicola are not perfect. That the two of them started an affair behind Antoniaâs back. That âNice Guyâ Luke isnât quite as sweet and kind as you have been led to believe; perhaps heâs even a bit of a fool. That âGood Girlâ Nicola intervened in someone elseâs relationship, making her the âother womanâ and a tad disingenuous. Â Does this make Luke and Nicola horrible people? No, it makes them two people who found themselves in a situation they didnât know how to handle properly.
That said, this theory has its flaws.
For starters, it does not explain Lukeâs apathy towards Antonia during and after the World Tour. I am not going to deep dive into my thoughts on this as I have already outlined them in âEntry 1: The One About That Weird Ass Cressida Postâ and âEntry 13: The One Where the Ashes Blew Towards Us with the Salt Wind from the Sea.â But, I will reiterate that, to date, Luke has never acknowledged a relationship with Antonia, and he has never made an effort to rescue her from the fandomâs jaws of death. The only consistent link between the two of them was the friend group (that seems to have disbanded) and âinsinuationâ posts made by Antonia. I am sure there are people out there who will disagree with my next statement, but I donât consider a New Yearâs Eve kiss or a date to a tennis match a ârelationship.â That would be like saying âI love youâ on your first date (I know, Iâve offended at least one person with this remark â I apologize but Iâm still leaving it in). Itâs the lack of interaction between Luke and Antonia that makes me question whether they were ever in a real relationship; and therefore, I must question to the validity of this theory.
And, because I know some of you will bring up those goddamn Instagram likes, the only comment I have is, âGet the fuck over it.â For real, it is far more fun to sit back and laugh at the âobligatory likesâ than it is to freak out about them. Those likes are the only visible interaction between Luke and Antonia, and itâs becoming less and less frequent. The sad reality is, when Luke stops throwing a like in Antoniaâs direction or unfollows her, she may lose the followers she gained after being linked to him. But, honestly, at this point â almost half a year later! â Antonia losing followers is her problem. And as much as I hate to admit it â this whole âlike businessâ suggests some sort of arrangement was put in place post-breakup.
Verdict: HUNG JURY.
Itâs a plausible theory â if I could be convinced Luke and Antonia were ever in a real relationship.
THEORY C: Antonia was the Real PR this whole time.
I hope youâve read âEntry 1: The One About That Weird Ass Cressida Postâ and, at a minimum, the âMrs. Danversâ section of âEntry 13: The One Where the Ashes Blew Towards Us with the Salt Wind from the Seaâ because they both detail my blubbering bullshit thoughts on Luke and Antoniaâs ârelationship.â Iâm not going to rehash them here because Iâm confident most of you also find this ârelationshipâ suspicious for the exact same reasons I do.
For the longest time, I believed the absurdly popular âAntonia was the Real PRâ [conspiracy] theory to be the fandomâs excuse for not wanting to believe Luke could ever be in a real relationship with Antonia, and that (gasp!) he could have chosen Antonia over Nicola (I mean, what a prick!). In truth, I refused to give this theory much weight until my dad â yes, that guy Ââ said to me, âSounds like PR,â during one of our fireside Lukola chats. My father has a whole sub-theory on this, actually, and yes, I will explain it momentarily.
Honestly, I hate this theory because itâs complicated. And, damn straight, Iâm going to throw some Benjamin Franklin at you and say, âThree can keep a secret if two of them are dead.â This theory takes things beyond two celebrities playing into romance rumors to boost interest in their project, and brings in a third wheel, Antonia, to â fuck, I have no idea â blur the lines a bit?!
Alright, time for Dadâs theoryâŠ
Per my father, this was not just any PR deal; it was an arrangement struck with a âfriend of a friend.â No need for an actual third wheel; just someone who was already part of the friend group that could provide the illusion that Luke might have a girlfriend. All they had to do was plant the seed and let the rumor grow, all while never outwardly confirming or denying it; that way the PR relationship could disappear as easily as it was planted.
I allowed my dad to carry on with his theory because, as he pointed out, Antonia being part of the friend group explained why (1) Luke didnât mind her being around over the summer (it wasnât personal, it was business), and (2) Luke had no romantic interest in Antonia (she was simply a âfriend of a friendâ). The fact that my father picked up on this âfandom dilemmaâ intrigued me.
After listening to my dadâs theory (thereâs more, I promise), I spent an afternoon researching âPR relationshipsâ and whether they existed or not. Turns out, they do. Well, they do, if we trust Mr. Googleâs search results. Itâs a bit of a quid pro quo thing. For example, one, usually more famous person, strikes up a ârelationshipâ with a lesser-known person. The lesser-known person receives exposure while the more famous person receives [fill in the blank]; both gain some kind of benefit from the arrangement.
Now, the question of why Luke would need a PR relationship is â seriously â âfill in the blankâ material. Some people have suggested it was to keep Luke and Nicolaâs real-life relationship private; some have suggested it was Netflix stepping in to protect Polin if Lukola went south; others have suggested it was to bolster Lukeâs image. I find the latter reason offensive because it assumes that having Nicola by his side wouldnât help his image. But the other two sub-theories are reasonable to me (but also donât really matter in the scheme of things).
The problem with the Luke-and-Antonia-PR-Romance is that it seems to have gone terribly wrong. What very possibly started out as an âillusionâ became ârealâ with Papsmear. What I find interesting is, like the New York City premiere, Antonia was only seen in the background of the London premiere. Even as Luke was leaving the London afterparty, she went to the car while he met with fans. It wasnât until they were papped at the hotel, that Antonia was suddenly ânext toâ Luke grabbing at his hand, thus âlaunching their relationship.â
Ruh-roh.
My dadâs theory goes on to assume that â after Papsmear â whatever âdealâ Antonia was given (for example, Lukeâs online support of her Instagram page or invitations to attend certain events over the summer) would be carried out as agreed. However, during that time, Antonia would return to her place in the shadows. I will confess that this is what seemed to happen â Luke never acknowledged a relationship with Antonia and evidence of their relationship seemed virtually non-existent. To the general audience, Antonia was simply a âwoman in the background,â unrecognizable by most.
Assuming this PR theory is true, Iâd like to believe Antonia was simply doing what she had agreed to do â feed into the illusion of a relationship with âinsinuationâ posts, for which she could later claim plausible deniability. However, I find this hard to believe when leaked photographs and videos started to surface in July and they were always preceded by DeuxMoi (see, Iâm starting to support this theory).
At this point in his theory, my dad quoted a line by Paul McCartney, âYou took your lucky break and broke it in two.â What he was saying was Antonia was given an opportunity and, due to her own actions, she mucked it up. She became fame hungry and the insinuations of her being in a relationship with Luke became harder to dispel when they were being leaked online by third party sources. However, as I reminded my father, we cannot prove Antonia was involved with any of the pap pictures. We can speculate, sure, but please keep in mind we cannot prove it.
Did I warn you my dad deep dived into this? Because, haha, he sure did.
By mid-July, per my fatherâs theory, Nicola was fully aware of the game Antonia was playing and recruited (not the right word, but weâll go with it) JVN to fire subtle insults into Antoniaâs camp with the intent of discrediting her.
The game ended after the Italy pap pictures were published, with Luke seemingly cutting ties with his entire friend group, which included Antonia. However, the game didnât actually end there, at least not for Antonia. Due to whatever agreement Luke and Antonia had in place before Italy, Luke was still obligated to fulfill his part of the deal. Weâre just going to speculate here that part of that included those âobligatory likesâ of Antoniaâs Instagram posts.
Thank you, Dear Dad, for that rather practical theory.
My issue with this is that Antoniaâs antics repeatedly bring hate to Lukeâs doorstep. Every time Antonia posts something on Instagram and Luke likes the post, the fandom â namely, the Sincerely Ignorant â get riled up and start slinging hate missiles at Luke (at this point, Luke canât have nice things). And Antonia slipping things in like that balcony from the Spanish resort doesnât help to dissuade the fandom from believing her to be a petty bitch.
My initial reaction to this theory was, no way, because at this point Antonia would have breached her contract and Luke wouldnât still be bound by it. But then I realized, in order to breach it, one had to prove Antonia violated it. Okay, fine. But why not negotiate terminating the agreement early? Oh, well, yes, I suppose it is possible that the cost to do that outweighed the benefit. And, since those âobligatory likesâ still seem to be in place â even when they bring Luke hate â Iâm going to make a wild guess the agreement remains. For now.
In closing, and since I mentioned that Spanish resort nonsense, the fact that Antonia only ever posts things that insinuate she may have been in the same location as Luke supports the idea that Antonia is simply doing what she agreed to do â create an illusion. So, before anyone starts bashing Antonia, recognize she may simply be complying with her end of the arrangement. She may be just as ready to get out of that agreement as we imagine Luke to be. You know what Iâd love to see? Antonia unfollow Luke and be like, âIâm out, bitches!â Honestly, Iâd probably give her an âatta girl,â if she did that.
Verdict: HUNG JURY BUT WILLING TO CONSIDER A RETRIAL.
I hate to admit it, but I think this is a plausible theory. Not full proof, but strangely (and annoyingly) credible.
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Alright, so there you have it. The three central theories that act as the spider webâs hub to all your sub-theories â because Iâm certain you have them. Youâre welcome to spin off in whatever direction you please, and no, you donât need to loop me in â because, in truth, I donât care that much anymore. And thatâs not in any way meant to be negative.
For the longest time, trying to rationalize how Hot Boy Summer played out was the missing piece of my Lukola puzzle. I mean, I needed the answer. I needed it so badly; I practically presented an entire Lukola documentary to the wisest person I know â my dad â so he could solve it for me.
Dad: âWhy does this matter?â
Me: âI donât know, it just does. I just want to know what happened.â
Dad: âWill it change your opinion about whether Luke and Nicola are together?â
Me: âNo.â
Dad: âThen why does it matter?â
Me: âI donât know. It just does.â
Dad: âBut youâre never going to know, are you?â
Goddammit, no, Iâm never going to fucking know.
And, that is the reality of this situation. No matter how many hypotheticals we present, no matter how many sub-theories we create, we will never know what happened over Hot Boy Summer. We will never be able to justify Lukeâs behavior during that time. We will never be able to explain with certainty Antoniaâs role in this whole shebang.
You may not like that answer. In fact, the theories I presented today may have fueled your ambition to continue trying to solve Hot Boy Summer on your own, or with your friends. I admire that determination. But I also admire those who can let go and accept that it is what it is.
And what it is â and what it will almost certainly always be â is unknown.
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OK, because ya'll need to hear it.
THERE WAS NOTHING OZZIE COULD HAVE DONE IN THAT TRIAL. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. "Oh, but Foxxe, he could have spoken up!" Bee did! And she was instantly brushed off and shut up. She barely got so much as an acknowledgement. Vassago did! And he was also shut down. Hard. He got more of a say then Bee did, likely because he was taken more seriously than the silly, childish Sin of Gluttony, but still no one even pretended to listen to him. Moxxie did. Blitz himself did. Did none of you hear what Blitz said at the end? Because he was right and it was true. Satan was never going to listen to anyone. Maybe, maybe if they'd managed to vote in a proper trial, he would have been forced to, but the rational people in the room lost the vote. The only reason Stolas got heard was because he made such a big scene, made himself impossible to ignore- and was the point of the trial in the first place. "Oh, but Foxxe, the crystal!" Cool, cool. So that means nothing. No, really. The crystal means fuck all. Even if this trial weren't rigged, even if anyone was willing to listen, even if people actually thought Blitz had done something wrong and didn't just not give a shit- Blitz still acquired his means to earth illegally in the first place. Just because you buy a car years later doesn't unsteal the one you stole in your teens, and it doesn't make that suddenly not illegal. Now, Stolas gave Blitz access to the book, but that's still illegal (apparently) and even if it wasn't, it's pretty clear that's not what he's actually on trial for. He's 'on trial' for supposedly raping, assaulting, manipulating, and stealing from a Goetia. They're making Blitz out to be the monster Stella really is. It's not just about the book, and even if it was, the crystal would not undo the illegal actions taken originally. "Oh, but Foxxe, he could have said something about Striker!!" Oh, right, cool, yeah. But, uh, one question. Why???? It's not like the council thinks Striker is some good-faith high-class excellent beacon of shining morale. They know he's an assassin. He is literally here to get amnesty. What is Ozzie going to say? "Oh, this guy who kills people for a living? He tried to kill my boyfriend!" Um, duh, of course he did, no shit, he's a POS. If anything, that would easily be twisted to make Blitz look like a psychopath who set Striker on Fizz, too. And it would have brought Ozzie's relationship with Fizzie out onto the table, which is a can of worms no one wants to deal with.
Yes, they're open now, but fuck only knows if Satan or any of the other sins know that- and even if they do, it puts Ozzie's words/testimony in nebulous light because Blitz is Fizzie's friend, and Fizzie is Ozzie's lover. Plus, as a 'dirty imp fucker' Ozzie may well dig everyone's hole even deeper and further complicate the situation. Ozzie is flat-out-stated to be the 'weakest and least threatening' of the Sins. Satan is the strongest, save perhaps Luci himself, who isn't fucking there because he's currently in a room buried up to the Goddamn neck in rubber duckies and having a fucking crisis while his people and his domain sort of fall down around his stupid adorable ears. Ozzie's not going to pick a fight he can't win. Because he wouldn't win it. Satan would flatten him and we all fucking know it. Even if he did go scorched earth and just start a Goddamn fight in the courtroom, what does that solve? Precisely nothing. You would, best case scenario, have I.M.P on the run, Ozzie a traitor, and Stolas and Blitz still in their Divorce Era, miserable and alone, now with added Half of Hell on their Heels for extra emotional and mental damage! So, in summation- Ozzie couldn't do jack fucking all in that trial. And to hope that Fizzie hates him, is angry with him, or they break up over this is really small and silly and absolutely does not do justice to the characters- and I'm not even getting into some of the flanderizing bullshit I see saying Ozzie is racist and implying that his relationship with Fizzie isn't as healthy as it seems and it's all about to come to light. I'm not saying Fizz can't be mad. I'm not saying they don't need to talk. I'm not saying it's not traumatic and stressful or doesn't need to be addressed. I'm saying that ultimately Ozzie's hands were fucking tied and that a ten year plus relationship is not a lie that is about to fall apart or crack. And if it does, I'm going to be pretty disappointed in Vivz. (I'll keep loving the show, of course, just be disappointed.) I'm saying that ya'll need to stop acting like Ozzie is an evil, hypocritical, or selfish douchebag for not flinging himself on the pyre pointlessly. I'm saying that while I think it will be addressed, I really think ultimately Fizz is a compassionate, intelligent, empathetic person who will understand why Ozzie couldn't do anything and will be glad the man he loves- the man he loves, ya'll- did not cut off his nose to spite his face.
#helluvaboss#stolitz#fizzarozzie#mastermind spoilers#helluvaboss spoilers#helluvaboss season 2 spoilers
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heyy!! here I am with some more thoughts, this time about Elias.
honestly, for some reason, he seems like a very lonely person to me. you mentioned his will to change himself (and go to extreme lengths in that); also his almost paranoid fear of darling leaving him, (delete all of your contacts except for him, etc) â usually such level of jealousy is a sign of very low self-esteem. dunno if it's true, I just had a feeling that he's super insecure deep down. (he's afraid to look bad in our eyes, remember? to an unhealthy extent.)
and he's so empty. so beautiful on the outside, but so so empty. he loves you, he exists for you, isn't that enough? it isn't. you can't feel genuine affection for someone just because they look good. and Elias knows that! he's actually self conscious (unlike some elf with big tatas), but he can't offer you anything else, which must make him feel even more insecure, because deep down he knows that he won't be able to keep you by his side forever.
actually that will of his to go to extreme lengths for us is pretty frightening. how toxic it can be? depends on the darling! because if you are a normal person, you'd be patient with him, change him, and have a happy ever after and all those boring things. but what if Elias happens to fall in love with an unreasonable and possessive monster?
I feel like he'd go very well with a darling who's yandere for him too. and a stereotypical one at that, who'd want to keep him by their side like a pretty doll. get it? not a life partner, not even a human. a doll, a pretty thing to take care of. they would choose pretty clothes for him, brush his hair, but at the end of the day, he's nothing more but a pretty thing, an object.
I really like the doll metaphor for Elias. (I'm a huge doll lover, I ever have one of that super expensive bjd) dolls are beautiful, but aren't alive. they can't be someone you'd open your heart to; under their shiny porcelain skin, they're hollow.
unlike Silas, Elias is a more tragic character in my eyes. he's willing to carve his bones to whatever shape you desire, because if he isn't validated and noticed by you, he has no value. and you (if you are a normal person) will grow tired and bored of him, sooner or later. he wants to be loved, when there's pretty much nothing to love in him.
unlike Silas, his love can ruin only himself.
(I swear it's not like I want to see him suffer in particular. I'm open to all kinds of despair, pain and sadness, whether it yan's or darling's!)
(also I tried to find his colour scheme, but all I found was you mention his hair, so it's just how I think he looks like.)
DHDKDHDKYS NOT ONLY IS YOUR ANALYZES AMAZING YOU ALSO DREW ELIAS??? AND HOW DID YOU GET HIS COLOR SCHEME SO RIGHT???
I love you thank you god I love asks like yours.
Youâre very on point, Elias is like a pretty doll. Beautiful on the outside but completely empty inside, and that beauty is the only thing that gives him any kind of worth. Heâs aware of this more than anyone.
Heâs not rich, he doesnât have an amazingly successful career, no hobbies, no specialities, no interests. Heâs extremely pathetic and all he can do is pitifully attempt to pull you down to his level.
Thatâs why committing self harm comes so easily to him even if he doesnât yearn for it. Endangering himself, his only value, his body, is the only way he can keep you with him. He doesnât have any power over you he can use against you. He only has this disgustingly and pathetically beautiful body.
He wants to be loved by you, he wants you to be obsessed with him as much as he is with you, but deep down he knows he doesnât have any qualities that could deserve such love. That is why he leans into his appearance so hard, since the moment he was born that face of his was the only thing that gave him any sort of value.
If you find any part of him ugly heâll have no choice but to try to fix it even if it completely ruins him. Because he thinks thatâs the only way for him to keep your eyes on him. Heâs just through and through pathetic. Extremely pitiful.
He would indeed roll well with a yandere reader who treats him like a living doll. Because Elias wants to be values by you, even if it means getting stripped of the little sense of identity he had. He wants you to keep your eyes on him and see him as an object who exists for your satisfaction. Because at the end of the day that is what he is. An empty shell who was unfortunate enough to be born with the ability to love.
Eliasâ existence canât handle his own love. Heâll start breaking from inside out like a doll under pressure. Thatâs why he needs your reassurance, he needs you to reaffirm his worth. He canât exist for himself so he needs to exist for you. He might be a beautiful shell of a human but he too can have some sort of value if heâs being used like a tool by you.
But watching you also makes him feel extremely jealous and frustrated. Because you have everything he doesnât have. You have hobbies, things you enjoy, things you do for yourself, people who stay with you not for your outer shell but for who you are inside. Everything Elias never had and never will.
Thatâs why he tries so hard to ruin your relationships and threaten you to stay with him, to keep you at his level like a pathetic bug. Because youâre not like him. You can abandon him any day of the week and continue your life like you lost nothing, but Elias isnât like that. If he loses you he truly will have nothing left.
So please love him, ruin him, break him, treat him right, use him, make him feel alive, give him some sort of value. Please be kind to Elias. He needs you more than anyone on this world
#asks#Elias#yandere pretty boyfriend#yandere pretty boyfriend x reader#yandere x reader#male yandere
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Yeah, sheâs my mom.
Sally Jackson x wife reader x son!percy.
-ÂŁ Is this apart of the lore? No. Do I care? Not at all. So forget Gade and have Sally have a good partner. Let Percy have a good step parent. And, because I want her to be my wife.
-ÂŁ Warnings: Show and book spoilers, short, âDeathâ, Demigod luck, everything that happens in the show and the first book but with the reader, my idea of comfort, kinda angst but Iâm trying to make this fluffy. Saying this again. Spoilers for the events that will hopefully be in the next two episodes
there was no doubt in his mind that you were meant to be his mom.
when his mother found you he remembered the glow she started to had. you made her so happy and even he could see that at a young age. but the way you cared for him to without a question, letting him cook with you at times and always poke his face with flour. or the time you sat with him when his mom was sick and played with him for hours and you didnât even bat a eye.
there was always a lovely smell in the air that even he could smell sometimes when he was at school. it was sweet and smelled like every baked good in the world in one place. it brought him comfort. your scent was strong enough to lead monsters away, he didnât smell like a demigod. the way his mother looked at you, the way you held her and helped out, made him realize that true love existed. and you were meant to be in their lives. to be his mother.
he could remember the first time he actually met you.
âhello there,â you bend down so low to his height, or close to it. the warm smile made him feel welcome, âyour mommy says you are special? Thatâs great, I seem to need a helper in the back. you think you can help?â
he looked up at his mom as he clings to her hand, asking for permission. she gave him a slight nod. he let go and gave you the same look and took your hand. âthanks for letting me borrow your little hero.â
that was the first time and for the rest of the day he didnât realize his mom was away. the time with you was so special but he quickly needed a nap and he fell asleep on your lap while watching a movie. you were the best babysitter. so every time his mother had somewhere to go he would find himself at your house.
soon after, you moved in with them! It was great since he got to see you all the time now. Then he got enrolled into school and he saw less of you but couldnât help but count down the second he could see his mom and you.
sally, she was the best lover in the whole world. she was so loving to you. making your heart swell with warmth when you were near her. she had some fire in her and you loved that about her, unless you were on the end of that. there was no life without her.
so you two got married.
years after being sent to school after school, Sally could see how worried you became. and it pained her to never tell you the truth of who Percy was, who his father was, and much more. you constantly looked for schools to fit him and offered to get a extra job just to send him there. but each time she refused because they would be to far away.
but when percy came home. after she got a call from grover. âDear, I think me and percy need some time to..â she glanced at him as he looked at her confused, âhave some time alone.â Thatâs not how it ever went done. you all did things together.
âOf course.â you just smiled as you always did. understanding. you reached for him and ruffled his hair. âBe good for your mother, got it?â He huffed to fake being annoyed and agreed. he was sad you couldnât come
if only he knew that would be the last time he saw you for a long time.
the trip to the beach cabin was smooth. him and his mom being normal as always and reconnecting their memories. until the night went south when he started to share his doubts with his mom. that he was broken. he was convinced that everything about him wasnât normal. it didnât help when his mom told him the truth of who his father was, and what that made him.
everything was so confusing, Grover turning out to be a goat. Them being chased by a minotaur ïżŒwith underpants, going to a âcampâ for half-bloods like him? Yeah, he was probably going crazy.
âMom!â Percy yelled as he watched his mom reach out to him one last time until she turned to dust in the monster hands. every part of his body boiling with anger that she was taken away. he saw you. how you had just lost your wife too but you had no clue, sitting at home all alone while everything went down.
you didnât know. that sally was dead, that percy was safe, where he was or his mom. how scared you must be feeling right now. and it took all his willpower to stop himself from buying tickets back home and see you while he was supposed to be looking for the lighting bolt.
when he saw the video of you crying on tv he started to tear up. you defended him from all the accusations that he was involved. saying there was no way your sweet boy would ever hurt his mother.
âIf youâre seeing this, come home.â
he almost died so many times. but he had to save his mom, he had to get himself and her back to you.
hades was touched by percyâs actions and ïżŒ released his mother after everything went down. his mom returned. The manhunt for him resolved. But there was a new war coming, and he was betrayed. And even if he needed to stay at camp for the whole year and train. There was only option he could take.
To go back home.
#percy jackson imagine#Sally Jackson x reader#platonic percy jackson#Percy Jackson x reader#fluff#percy jackson and the olympians x reader
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Wet Dreams
featuring: Soft Dom!Imbitator Lunae x Afab!Reader
genre: dub con, dragon kink, mating season, breeding kink, friends to lovers, slightly yandere, masturbation, creampie, softdom, double penetration, p to v, praises, slaps, unprotected sex, a little bit of cussing, edging
a/n: well it's just dan heng in dragon form getting horny and the reader was the trailblazer in the astral express crew, he was so obsessed and he was a bitch in heat. slightly dub con, but the reader has a crush on him and he knows it.
word: 2.8k little this time
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It has been days already, Dan Heng couldnât stop thinking about her, he couldnât get enough of her, he looked at the polaroid picture that March 7th took of her, a smile shining that the Sun they usually see in the Astral Express, he has been jacking off her photos, he bought secretly, no, taken secretly away from Marchâs bedroom, he pants and moaned all over her name, fisting all over his palm, giving a few pumps before he orgasms. He has been having wet dreams because of her.
He was infatuated all over again, her beautiful eyes glistening, he wished to cum all over your face, but he should restrain further. That fellow trailblazer, it is her fault, she enchanted him like a witch, itâs all fault isnât it, her laughter, the kindness she has shown. âNot enough,â he said to himself, fastening his pace to jerk off, some whimpers and babbles coming out, he need to prove his love, by cumming all over her photo. She was her guilty pleasure, he couldnât stop himself, he is going feral, on his bed, looking at her the picture in the white frame, eyeing at her pink juicy lips, then back to her eyes, he closed his eyes, throwing his head off, imagining her mouth all over his double cock, taking turns to suck it off.
After minutes of monitoring her with his secret camera, her groaning and fighting those monsters on the Hertaâs Spaceship, was an additional to his imagination, he bit his lips, he couldnât help but cum all over her selfie with him, shooting all the semen across the polaroid.
He sighed, yet he wasnât satisfied, it has been seventh pictures he ruined already, those pretty pictures, he reminded next time to do an extra copy, he threw the picture in the bin, hissing himself, cussing himself for not controlling himself, after the post-nut clarity he had. He got out of his room, to go clean his right hand. But there is a fact he didnât knew. It was mating season, no wonder why he was so worked up. It is yet to find out.
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It has been over a week that the trailblazer was busy with Aurem Alley Market Management, he finally saw her, sitting in the Parlor Car, enjoying coffee with Pom-Pom and Himeko. A blush crept across his face, she had become more prettier than ever, or is it the mating season, driving him into thinking in a shojou filter. He couldnât differentiate.
âHi, Y/N.â he cleared his throat, to greet her. The girl just smiled, seeing in his dragon form since the last time they saw was in Xianzhou Luofu, âIt has been a while, hasnât it?â the girl spoke softly, smiling at her fellow Astral Express Crew Member.
âBeen long, you didnât reply to my message,â that is true, she was too busy to even open his text message. âI was busy with Bailu, but well Iâm back to the train station,â they walked out of the Parlor Car, ready to rest for the evening.
Dan Heng opened his mouth, but he closed it again, staring at her walking in front of her, her body was so perfect, the thoughts of lust desires betraying his self morale. The effect is working on him as if he chucked on aphrodisiac chocolates just now.
âTouch her,â
âNo, she trusts me. I canât do that.â
âDoesnât March said she has a crush on you?â
There was hope when she turned her back to look at him, she was staring at his dragon horns, intensely. So it wasnât only him huh? He felt uncomfortable as the girl was gazing at his horns, there were stars outside their window. It was a beautiful site to actually confess, but his throat suppressed to say any words.
The female decided to break the ice. âSo can I touch it?â
"No, you can't touch my horns." he sighed, that was his most sensitive part, if she does it, he might go feral and lose his control.
"Why???" she whined, even made March 7th to back up with her, but their best friend decided to go back to her own room, leaving them alone in the hallway.
"It's a private thing, okay? Stop asking."
Dan Heng tried to keep his expression neutral, though it was impossible to not look irritated. Despite his protests, he still smiled warmly inside, knowing that she was more interested in him than his kin.
Still, he couldn't deny the urge to pull his tail closer to him. Was it because he felt flustered or was he just possessive? Not knowing the answer, Dan Heng grunted, frowning at her.
"Just once, please, just once.." she mumbled, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
âJust once wouldnât hurt me,â he thought to himself.
"... Fine, just this once... But only for a second." Dan Heng conceded, his body language showing his reluctance. The corners of his lips slightly curved up, a hint of a shy smile, while his cheeks darkened. "Don't go crazy and grope all over my tail either."
She caressed his horns slowly, which he let out a moan out accidentally, which gave her some ideas, giving him a smug expression. "Oh, so you're sensitive here?" she touched more.
Dan Heng shuddered in response to her touch, his cheeks flushing. He couldn't stop his eyes from closing in bliss as his hand brushed over his sensitive horns.
"I can stop if you want.." she let go of his horns, she felt bad for asking such request and in her eyes he looked uncomfortable.
"No... No, don't stop," Dan Heng whispered without hesitation, his eyes half-lidded. It was as if her touch had him completely under her spell.
"I-It's just my body responding this way... to your touches." Dan Heng said breathlessly. His dragon form was indeed responding to her teasing, making him want to surrender to herr every desire.
It suddenly hit him that he was during the mating season, which was risky.
She let out a few giggles, he didn't want to admit he was affected by the mating period. "Should I leave you alone?" she turned a bit of considerate, looking at the male panting.
"Wait, don't go," Dan Heng begged, his breath still short and heavy.
"Please, I... I need you here with me." He confessed, his eyes pleading for her not to leave him alone during this period.
"You can get through it, let me get you tea, so you calm down," she pat his cheeks slowly, walking to the Parlor Car to grab a tea from Mr. Welt.
"No, you know this won't get better until I... I..."
Dan Heng trailed off, his words drowned out by his panting breaths. He felt like he was losing this battle of will, and soon, he was sure he would give in.
"Please, don't leave yet, at least not until after..." He continued, his words almost a whisper.
The usual brain over body man is losing his wits, is holding on the clueless person's arm.
"What?" the girl questioned him. He finally confessed he was affected during the mating season. A blush crept on both of their cheeks.
"Just stay here, okay?" Dan Heng's request sounded somewhat like a needy plea.
With his brain still clouded by his bodily desires, Dan Heng couldn't come up with a proper explanation.
"Just... Please," he reiterated, his hands coming up to grab her arms, squeezing them tightly.
"If we stay further-, I think I will ask tips and help from Mr. Welt for you for the birth control tips," she reassured her male friend, but he couldn't let go of her body, back hugging her, with a growl.
"No... No more talking... Just..." The trailblazer struggled to express his thoughts as she could feel his trembling.
"Just touch me..." He whispered into her ear.
"D-dan Heng, you aren't yourself, right now," she turned back at him, but he lost his cool further, pressing his body against her, he couldn't control his carnal desires, he just have, leaving him hot and bothered.
"I might not be myself... But I need this right now, okay?" The trailblazer breathed deeply, looking straight into her eyes.
His body was pressed against her, his heart beating so fast that she could feel it. With his breath warming her skin, Dan Heng tilted his head close.
"PleaseâŠ"
"Dan Heng, I think you're mistaken-" she was cut off with a desperate kiss on her lips, she let out a word but it was cut off with a passionate kiss, he was losing himself, and he doesn't care to think about that right now. *He wanted her, right here, right now* That is for sure.
The dragon maleâs tongue eagerly searching for hers. With her lips locked, he couldn't do anything but let his desire take over.
Dan Heng was losing himself over the girl in this moment. Every rational thought was gone, his mind filled with only one desire...
"Dan Heng, we will find another way to solve this-" he didn't like her answer, opening his bedroom door of the Rail Express, his eyes glinted in beastly golden ways, pushing her on the bed.
"You don't understand..." Dan Heng spoke with low breaths, his hand coming up to cup her cheeks.
"This is the only way⊠God, I want to breed you so badly," he continued as his gaze darkened.
"No, I don't want to mate, we will regret this someday, just listen to me-" her arms were pinned against his black mattress, earning another no.
He refused to listen, pinning her down on the bed with her arms above your head. He got closer, his hot breaths on her skin, as his golden eyes bore into hers.
"I won't regret this... Not if it's with you." Dan Heng mumbled before his lips descended on hers once again, melting on her lips.
"Dan Heng, please, listen to me, okay?" convincing is what the trailblazer could do to him. "Please?" she whimpered as he continued to caress her skin.
"Y/N... Don't you understand... My... My heat is taking over.." Dan Heng said out of breath. His body was on fire, his eyes darkening with every passing second.
"Just... Just let it happen..." The trailblazer begged, his voice shaky with barely-contained passion.
"I- no, Dan Heng, stop, please," she begged as he continued to touch her body without consent. "There must be another way-"
"There isn't!" The trailblazer groaned as he finally got her clothes off her body. His eyes roamed over her flesh as if he was seeing you for the first time. He was mesmerized by her curves, your sweet scent, and the beauty of her skin.
"I'm not stopping... It's either this or nothing at all."
There was regret filled in her eyes, why did she even touched his sensitive horns in the first place? She just nodded, hoping things ended quickly so they won't have to go through it, but his desires grew much further.
"Dan Heng," she let out a moan, finally giving in his touches and requests. He was selfish for wanting it for himself, "Please, I don't think it's the right way," she whispered in his ears.
Her weak protests only fueled Dan Heng to keep going, pressing his body against her and increasing the intensity of his touches.
"Yes... It is..." He sighed, his voice laced with pleasure. "How else will we resolve my heat if not like this? I'm sure we both know what I want." he tried manipulating her that it was she wanted as well.
Dan Heng smiled at her response, from earning a nod happy that he wouldn't have to convince her for much longer. He enjoyed the way she accepted him, making him feel more confident as her body responded to his touches.
His fingers made their way to breasts, kneading it like a dough that would give both pleasure and pain. And he knew just where to touch...
She let out a huff and some moans, kissing him on the lips hungrily, using her lips at work, ready to be pleasured the both of them for the evening. She lets him used her for his frustration, his pent up desired under those pants, grinding against her underwear, after his sprung out his double cocks.
As he could feel her underwear soaked up against his bare dicks, Dan Heng couldn't help but gasp against her lips. Her moans did a good job of driving him to please her more, his fingers tracing everywhere as he explored every inch of her body, finally sinking in, deep inside her wet soaking cunt.
"Y-You're so responsive..." He murmured, his lips returning to her neck, nibbling and kissing it like an animal.
"I-I'm not!!" a blush crept across her face, denying such claims, letting out another moan as he sunk his teeth on her skin. It hurts so bad, she got doubled dicked inside her small hole, she is trying to adjust to his size, he did gave her time, he isnât that cruel.
"Oh, I'm just getting started..." Dan Heng replied as he continued to explore her body. By now his dick tip already kisses her cervix, moving it further in, teasing her until she mewled in pleasure, his voice lowering in pitch as her body responded to his touch.
"Is it already too much for you?" He asked as his mouth left her neck, traveling down to her breasts and back up again. The bed was shaking, holding of its dear life as he moved his hips further to see how much she could take it.
âIs it too big??â he said it against her neck, after bruising her soft skin with desperate bites, and fucks.
She panted, moaning as she could feel the cocks twitching her insides, touching all the gummy walls, pumping further. "No-no, I can handle it," she gritted her teeth.
"Good, because I'm not stopping no matter what you say..." Dan Heng mumbled, his hands beginning to travel further.
"In fact..." He paused as he let out a grunt. "I'm tempted to go further than this... Is that okay with you?" his balls slapped at the base of her ass further, making squelching noises across the room. All she could do is moan, and gave him a needy nod, asking him to go further.
âThere you go, it wasn't hard was it? You're such a good girl..â he let out a low groan, slapping her breasts as the recoil bounced further with the thrusts he has been sending, in an inhumane pace. She let a louder moan, from the faster speed as he pressed her thighs, putting on his shoulders, pushing to her high.
"I'm-I'm close, nghhh, Dan Heng, I can't-" she whined, her mind finally melt from his merciless breeding inside her.
Dan Heng couldn't help but smile, listening to her whimpers and sighs as her body is overstimulated by him, no by his two massive cocks, dicking inside her, stretching her out.
"I don't think you're close enough yet.... Maybe I should speed things up a bit." He whispered into her ear, giving a sloppy deeper thrusts once more.
The trailblazer groaned, his mind hazy with desire as he continued to tease the poor female.
"Hngh... I'm not gonna stop now... And I'm definitely not stopping until you've had enough..." He teased as he continued to touch her and keep her the edge of pleasure.
After a long time of making her hold her orgasms, he finally let all the white semen, pouring all on her womb as her cunt twitches in pleasure as well, he cursed. Finally his senses coming back. âFuck, Y/N, Iâm so sorry, I came all inside youâŠâ he panted, throwing his head up high, all the waves of pleasures pumping inside her, filling her insides. He hasnât let her go yet.
âCan you please, please forgive me and take all my cum?â he begged, kissing her forehead, begging for her forgiveness, all the cum oozing to the brim from two of his cocks, insisting to stay in until she said yes.
"Fine..." the female trailblazer groaned, he just smiled, she looked so beautiful, taking all his cum like a good girl, a good girl just for him, finally letting go of his cocks, putting her weak overstimulated body on top of hers, she was out of stamina as well.
âI will take full responsibility for what happened,â he sighed, cleaning her up, going out of the Express.
Later after minutes, he came back with her favourite meal, a trick snack an plan B pill with some water.
âThank you,â he kneeled down in front of her, kissing her knuckles. âThank you forgiving me, love.â
To her surprise, she didnât get pregnant, thanks to the plan B pill, but what is Dan Heng up to? He will breed you more later.
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I Can Do it With a Broken Heart | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+ | PREVIEW
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Summary: You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.
Warnings: idiots in love, best friends to lovers, ANGST, brief EddiexChrissy, ooc Chrissy, attempted SA, bestfriend!Steve, and needy, desperate smut that makes it all worth it.
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The puff of smoke that leaves his lips as you approach him should not be this gorgeous, itâs practically unfair. âHey, Eds.âÂ
He dusts the filter, killing it on the cement table he sits at as he blows out one more puff. âHey, sweetheart.âÂ
Just from that particular look in his eye, you can tell something is on his mind. âYou okay, there, Munson?âÂ
He smirks, effortlessly standing up. âI suppose. Iâm not sure how to react. Or how youâll react.âÂ
Your brows meet your hairline, watching his mind move at a million miles per hour. âOk, Eddie this better be about a new class of creatures in DnD, or something, because youâre scaring me.â
He smiles, nodding his head over to the halls that lead toward the front door of the campus. âSomeone asked me out on a date, earlier, today.âÂ
Your brows furrow, biting back the jealousy that eats at your chest. Every little part of you holds back the monster that threatens to class its way out, to snarl and hiss at every girl that even so much as looks at him wrong. Itâs hard to bite it back, to choke on it purposely, but if you must, you will.Â
It tastes like venom as you swallow it back down. âOh, who?â
A faint pink spreads across Eddieâs cheeks, much to your dismay. Not once, in your fuck, what, seven, eight years, of friendship have you ever managed to see Eddie blush. (Just once but it was when you nearly walked in on him jerking himself off a few short years ago.) âWho?âÂ
âUm Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham?âÂ
Your jaw drops, but your gut falls through the floor. You swear you hear it smash through the tilted floors and fall into the depths of hell.Â
âShe asked you out?âÂ
âHey! Donât act so surprised! A cheerleader could like me!âÂ
That was the last thing on your mind. Of course a cheerleader could like Eddie, theyâd be stupid not to. No. Every other girl that Eddie has either slept with, or gone on a date with brought no worry to your head, competition, per say. But a sweet girl like Chrissy, one that bore pretty blonde curls, a sweet smile and a sweet disposition, this is like your worst nightmare come true.Â
Thanks to the notion of living in a small town, you could recall 99% of the names that Eddie had told you, whether they be hookups or a date. Most of them didnât intimidate you, only because, selfishly, you could nitpick at things you think wouldnât work out with Eddie. Whether they were too vapid, too shallow, had none of the same interests as him, only shallowly liked him for his looks, or was a bullyâŠyou had something to give great comfort to you to prevent that little jealousy monster from clawing its way out.Â
This time, your brain wracked itself for some sort of answer. Some sort of flaw in the Queen of Hawkins High that could settle this uneasiness that has taken over your mind. Nothing. Nothing.Â
âIâm not surprised a cheerleader could like you, Iâm surprised that Chrissy Cunningham asked you out,â you answer candidly, watching in step with him to where you supposed was his van. âIâm guessing you said yes?â
âIâd be crazy not to!â Eddie answered sheepishly, tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. âIâm taking her out on Friday night.âÂ
âAh, youâll tell Steve to take Creeper off hold for us, then?â
Eddie stops mid stride, faltering, his brows pinched as he gives you those big brown eyes. âShit. It totally slipped my mind.âÂ
This is also new. Even as his dates would happen any previously made plans with him were always a priority. You just hope this isnât a new habit of his.Â
âWeâll do it on Saturday, yeah?âÂ
You nod, giving him the comfort you suddenly find yourself craving. From the pep in his step, the rosiness of his cheeks, the warm glint in his eyes, you can tell that heâs truly excited. As a best friend, you tried to be happy for him, however hard it is to make the smile on your face even remotely convincing.Â
Eddie curls his arm around your shoulder, tugging you along with him for what is probably another afternoon in his room, clouded by a haze of weed.Â
You smoked more than usual, if anything to allow his excitement and plans for his big date in two days to buzz into the background, the bong rippling through your lungs as a punishment for yourself.Â
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Final word count is about 24k so I think I'll post on the 15 to give my editor a fighting chance. If you want to be tagged let me know <3
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pervy boyfriends
bllk boys who would âin my humble opinionâ be pretty pervy towards their s/o.Â
Shidou, Isagi, Karasu headcanons (low-key nsfw), i tried to be gender neutral but maybe itâs a bit more catered towards afab/fem reader for the Isagi part.Â
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Shidou:
Letâs stats by the most obvious of em allÂ
He is OPENLY and PROUDLY an OFFICIAL PERV
Letâs call it as it is
We haven't seen him talk about lovers canonly yet but i feel like heâd be a monster
This man is ALWAYS making dirty jokes to you
About you mostlyÂ
Oh and public or not, he doesn't care, he if thought of something, you best believe he gon say it, regardless of whether your dad is around.Â
He takes a sick pleasure in exposing your kinks to the whole word, especially ones youâve told him youâre embarrassed aboutÂ
He likes it specifically when he says something in a public setting just loud enough so you will never know for sure if people heard him or not
Likes does his teamâs goalkeeper know that you like being choked or not ?? You will never be sure ! (And it's not like you're gonna ask him)Â
You never really heard it for yourself but youâre quite sure he talks about your sex life to his friendsÂ
Cause multiple times they came up to you and made a joke that was suspiciously realÂ
âhaha Y/N did you have a cat attack your boyfriendâs back ??â âY/N can you help me out for next weekâs anime convention ? I heard youâre quite good at cosplayingâ
You even received a leash from a secret santa (you don't have a dog ???)
Youâve tried to ask him about it once, he jokingly said yes, so you never sure he actually meant itÂ
But youâre scared that if you ask too much he gon make it worse.Â
Mind you Shidou is not just an asshole that crosses your boundaries. You had actually told him you were actually kinda into people low key knowing youâre a freak. But you could never say it yourself. So heâs actually nice and thoughtful to his s/o here.Â
So yah let's say Shidou is not ashamed to explain to people what his position he likes you in
Also itâs almost obvious atp but he likes dirty talking in uncomfy places cause he knows it takes you very little to get you started, so heâs there getting you horny in the middle of applebees likeâŠÂ
He likes telling you all the things heâd do to you once you're back home.Â
He also often shares the details of how hard he was in the shower this morning thinking about you and how he chose to wait until you guys could do it cause he felt it would be a shame to waste his âprecious cumâ (his words) anywhere but âyour pretty bodyâ (again his words).Â
So as I said, certified unashamed pervy boyfriend.
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Isagi:
Now I think this would be an unpopular opinion because everyone and their dad headcanons Isagi as âa sweet caring innocent boyfriend đ„șâ and while I agree that is true, he is multifaceted to me.Â
To me, he would also be extremely pervy to his s/o, but unbeknownst to them.Â
Like the minute youâre turning your back to him, heâs staring fouly at your ass
If you bend down to grab sum, he will not bother to look under your skirt that lifts up or your exposed cleavage.Â
But again, he will only do it when he knows you canât see him.Â
He likes watching you doing the most innocent things and adding a double meaning to it in his head
Like you eating a skewer will be something far more dirty in his mind and you whining at the antiseptic on your wound is, in another setting, something way sexier.Â
So everytime you see him smile at casual things you do, like getting on your knees to tie your shoelaces, you think wow he loves me so much, but truth is yes he loves you that much, actually way more.Â
Isagi will always make the most far fetched double entendres to you, knowing damn well youâre too innocent and maybe head in the clouds to ever get it
So he says it, sees you agree mindlessly, and smiles to himself.
Iâm telling you heâs an undercover perv.
Some of his dirty minded friends that have, they too, experience in that field, will sometimes get these double meanings he tells you and chuckle at his reaction to your non reaction.Â
Unlike you, THEY know heâs toying with you and tbf they also find it quite cute
Isagi is not the type to put out all your sex life to his friends tho. But sometimes, just sometimes, he will (again) make innuendos about things youâre good at, like doing or like receiving.
But again, when he says it it's with a straight face.Â
So his friends are never sure that he actually did mean what he said or if that innuendo was a pure coincidence.Â
He just smiles smugly to himself
Also final addition: he knows your weak spots and he plays witit.Â
Like he knows you're quite sensitive so he purposefully places the coffee grounds on the top shelf to see you struggle, have you jump around to see it jiggle, watch your shirt lift up and inevitably come to your help by grabbing said item from behind, basically squeezing you between him and the counter, pressing his dick into your ass, knowing damn well thatâs enough to have you blush and moan.
But as always, you just think to yourself that he's so nice to help you, and you're so sensitive for reacting to a simple thing.Â
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Karasu:
letâs not forget about this pretty boy cause i feel we ALL know he can be so pervyâŠ
To me, this boy is always, ALWAYS touching youÂ
He alwaysss has a hand on you like at all times TT
Saying hello ? Good morning kiss
He tries to find you in public ? When he sees you heâs gonna make himself known by laying a hand on your hip
He won a match ? You know already heâll grab your ass when he finds you.Â
He does not care about decency or whatever that social construct is:Â
If he wants to feel you up, he will.Â
Donât care if his teammates are taunting him, if your friends are here, if a camera is filming
He likes the feeling of your skin on his, knowing youâre real cause he can feel it, feel the friction and the heatÂ
And he also likes knowing youâll always be available for him, lending him a kiss whenever he asks for one
He should know by now you're never gonna say no, cause you love him so much, but heâs always looking to be reassured that you are his.Â
So with Karasu, it does not stop at hand holding when you're going out
More like, hand holding, stroking your ass, kissing you passionately then placing his hand on your chin, smiling and walking again like normal until five meters further he wants to feel your waist.Â
Mind you you tried to tell him this was not socially okay, being so explicit on PDA. His answer ?
Says who ? Itâs not like people don't know where to be together. I dont think I'm breaking news to them that we get physical if I kiss you in public.Â
âBabe, this is not about the kiss on my cheeks in public. Iâm talking about you stretching my shirt collar to look at my cleavage while youâre on half time and a whole literal stadium is looking at youâ.Â
âWhat, you want to keep it a secret that I smack you ass naked when I win ?â âWell yeah that's kinda exactly what i'm sayingâ âUseless to bother hiding, they must know alreadyâÂ
BUT THEY KNOW CAUSE HE WONâT STOP BEING SO HIGH KEY IN PUBLIC.Â
So yeah when I say heâs a perv I mean he wonât bother to wait till behind closed doors. He will whisper in your hearts while grabbing your waist from behind no matter if you are in the middle of ordering coffee.Â
At least youâre sue he loves you and wonât mind letting others know
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A/N: yayyy this came up to me as i was falling asleep, Isagi staring relentlessly as your ass the second you turn around and then thought yeah he'd defo not be the only pervy bf in bllk. Hope u like it~~ still have many more things to write.
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