#they made a goddess form I HAD to draw it.

[drops-of-moonlights]

radiance

[flametrashiraarchive]

The people have spoken!

Douma x BIG Boobs

NSFW beneath the cut. F!reader.

It was winter, the temple was cold, and your nipples were pretty hard (lol) to miss.

Your yukata was thin and you weren't wearing anything beneath it to support your soft, heavy breasts as you lined up to get your breakfast.

You looked like a fertility goddess, and that got his devious little brain whirring.

Muzan wouldn't allow the Eternal Paradise cult to have more than 200 followers at any one time, so Douma couldn't draw too much attention to himself (*pout pout*)

BUT you, on the other hand... you could have as many as you could attract

And with assets like those... well...

Douma just STARED, his eyes all wide and his lips curved into a devilish smile. (You know that one bit in the upper moon meeting when he whips his head round to stare at Akaza? That's how he was with your tits.)

"Dear, come here," he beckoned you over to him as he sat cross-legged on his cushion.

The moment you drew close he pulled the chord holding up the curtains and closed you off from the rest of his disciples.

He stood, towering over you, crooking a finger beneath your chin and tilting your face toward him.

"Hm... pretty..." he murmured to himself. Yes you could definitely attract a following. You wouldn't even need to speak. You could just sit on a dais and women would flock to you hoping for your blessing.

It didn't matter whether it worked or not. He was going to eat them all anyway.

Perhaps he'd start a rumor that they'd have to line up and rub your breasts for good luck and fertility? Or suckle upon them? Oh the thought of that made his dick twitch.

"Are you cold?" he said softly, brushing his knuckle over your stiffened nipple.

Your gasp made him chuckle. Of course you adored him, you were his disciple after all. You would let him do whatever he wanted.

He could feel the pitter patter of your mortal heart, your pupils spreading like ink droplets as you gazed up at him. Oh and that precious little quiver of your bottom lip.

You were scrumptious. Just the sweetest little thing.

He wasn't going to eat you, but he NEEDED something of yours in his mouth.

And if you were going to be a goddess then you needed to start getting used to being treated like one.

He got down on his knees, gazing up at you with those kaleidoscope eyes and smiled. "May I warm you up, most radiant one?"

He asked so nicely he knew you wouldn't refuse. You nodded and gave a breathy "yes."

He opened your yukata, tugging it down to your waist and just

....

Oh...

......

Oh you were a feast (for his eyes)

Never once, across centuries of *ahem* encountering women had he seen breasts quite like yours.

None so exquisitely large and heavy and ohh~ so soft he couldn't help but fill his hands with them and just grin as they spilled over.

And your poor nipples were all hardened from the cold. That wouldn't do at all.

He latched on to one of them, pressing his tongue flat against your aching bud, cock pulsing at the gentle moan which left your lips.

You braced your hands on his broad shoulders as you put your head back and whined.

As a demon, Douma didn't need to breathe, but you were certainly making him pant as he lapped at your nipple.

He couldn't resist pressing the pointed tips of his fangs to your supple flesh; not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that it got his heart pumping.

When you whimpered he was done for.

He picked you up, put you on his cushion and knelt at your feet, taking your hand and putting it around his cock as he continued to suckle from you.

You didn't need to do anything more than form a tunnel with your fist for him to fuck up into.

He switched sides and began to suck the other, bringing his hands to the first to flick your slippery nipple with his thumb.

The way you attempted to stifle your moans against your hand was adorable to him.

And when you squeezed your thighs together to satiate the ache building between them, well... that wouldn't do. His Goddess wasn't about to go unworshipped now.

You were on the same page as he was, practically pulling him by the cock toward your entrance, muffling your wanton cries as the disciples went on with their breakfast on the other side of the curtain.

Oh but you both were feasting in your own way, him on your succulent tits, you stuffed full of his cock.

Your hands caressed his chest as he rutted against you and Douma raised his head to grin.

"Mine aren't quite as fat as yours."

"Not quite," you whispered. "But almost."

Cheeky little thing, he adored you more with every second.

He punished and rewarded you for that comment by thrusting hard against you, biting your nipple before lavishing it with slow, hungry licks.

"I've always promised you paradise, my darling," he said as he set a steady rhythm with his hips. "It's about time I saw that through."

Oh the wet slap of your sopping cunt swallowing his dick was a thing of beauty. Your muffled whimpers, the sluttish blush on your cheeks and staining your chest were art.

Douma was completely lost in you; his face buried between your breasts, biting, licking, sucking, groaning between them as your greedy pussy clenched and fluttered around his dick, dragging him over the edge with you.

You came together; his rainbow eyes rolling back as he pressed firmly into you pumping you full of his cum and claiming you as his own.

His Goddess whom he would not share.

"Now, wasn't that fun?" He cooed, pinching your nipples between his fingers and laughing. "Are you all warmed up?"

You nodded as you fought to catch your breath and Douma smiled.

"Good... because I'm just getting started."

[kikyoupdates]

Goddess Wink ⭑˚💘⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?

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You were four years old when it happened.

As far back as you could remember, you’d lived in an orphanage. You’d never met your real parents, nor did it seem like they had any intention of coming to get you, just based on how your caretakers would act. They tried to convince you that your parents must have had their reasons; that they might not have been in the right place to take care of you, but it served as little reassurance. You felt unwanted, unloved. You wondered what you could have possibly done that your own parents wouldn’t want to be with you—why all of these children were missing their families. You didn’t understand, but it felt unfair. For whatever reason, you were undesirable. At least, that’s the way you felt.

On a rather uneventful day, you were out on the playground with some of the other kids from the orphanage. They were all playing together, but you were off by the sandpit on your own, fiddling with the outfit on your doll. At some point a cluster of them had broken off, and one of the boys came right up to you, grinned, and snatched the doll straight out of your hands.

You frowned at him. “Give it back.”

“Nuh uh,” he jeered. “You’re always so boring, [Name]. You never play with the rest of us.”

“I’m not in the mood to play right now. Can you please give me my doll back?”

“What’s so fun about these dolls anyways?” The boy squinted at the toy in his hands, and without wasting a beat, popped one of the doll’s legs clean off. “Whoa!” he cried out. “They break so easily!”

You felt like you should be bursting into tears, but oddly enough, the tears didn’t come. You were eerily composed, a sense of calm washing over you. Something was telling you there was no reason to get worked up. You felt your chest growing warm, and your eyes began to glow a faint, pink shade. You stepped up to the boy and grabbed him by the wrist.

“You ruined my doll,” you said. “Apologize.”

“Huh—?” He stared back at you, dubious, and something akin to realization overtook his expression. He began to grow red in the cheeks, his breaths became irregular, and he swayed unsteadily on his own two feet. The boy stared down at the doll and its now missing leg in shock, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “I-I’m so sorry!” he spluttered. “I didn’t mean to… [Name]. I’m really, really sorry!”

You’d never seen the boy act like this before. He was always up to some sort of mischief, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to go around teasing the other girls. You glanced down to where your fingers were laced around his wrist. You tightened your grip, watching the way his blush only deepened.

“I want a new doll,” you told him.

“Of course! I’m so sorry… I’ll tell the supervisors what happened and get you a new one right away, I promise!”

Even his accomplices seemed to be confused. “Dude, why are you apologizing to her? She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else!”

“She thinks she’s too good to play with the rest of us!”

You pulled away from the first boy and stared at the other two. Still hesitant, you reached over and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. You felt something rushing or pulsing through your body. The air felt like it tasted richer, sweeter. And this time you were sure of it—the moment your hand made contact with their bodies, each of the boys grew red in the face and started rocking on their feet as if they were drunk.

“Apologize,” you ordered again.

“We’re sorry, [Name]!”

“So sorry…”

You took a step back and marveled at what had just happened. All three of them were staring at you with flushed, puffy cheeks, as if they were awaiting your next command. Your small limbs were practically oozing with power. You were sure that this must have been what everyone was always talking about—the birth of your Quirk.

“You guys can leave me alone now,” you said, crouching back down inside the sandpit. “Please make sure I get a new doll and tell the supervisors that you were the reason it broke in the first place.”

They nodded their heads furiously, already rushing over to confess their wrongdoings. You hugged your knees to your chest and inhaled shakily. You didn’t know exactly what kind of power it was, but the feeling of others being so helpless before you… it was oddly exhilarating.

—

You explained to the caretakers the gist of what had happened, and they began speculating as to what type of power you had. It was worth noting that while some became more interested in you as a result of your newly-developed Quirk, others were a bit more apprehensive after finding out what had happened to the three boys. The teachers and caretakers instructed you not to use your Quirk on others needlessly, since you presumably had a power that could control people.

Of course, you didn’t listen.

The next couple of weeks cleared up some questions you had about your Quirk. To be more exact, you weren't consciously using it. It was a difficult power to control, and you would find that it activated on its own without your awareness. It became evident that your Quirk didn’t simply enable you to control others; there were other aspects to it that you were struggling to grasp. You were too young and naive to make sense of it all, but the one thing that was seemingly apparent was that your powers relied on attracting others to you.

You’d been rather quiet and reserved for the majority of your stay at the orphanage, but now the others flocked to you like birds. The boys especially seemed most susceptible to your powers. They would follow you around for near hours at a time, even going so far as to give you presents that you hadn’t even asked for. On some occasions, the caretakers themselves would tilt their heads and smile, saying what a “cute, charming girl” you were, before letting you get away with things that normally wouldn’t have been allowed.

At first, you thought you liked your Quirk. You were getting more attention than you ever had, and for the first time, you felt loved and desired. You thought that maybe if you’d been born with this power, your parents might not have abandoned you. All of the boys in the orphanage loved you, all of the girls wanted to be your friends, and they would each go to any lengths to make you happy. You could get anything you wanted. Truly, it was the best possible Quirk.

But this too, was a fleeting feeling. Before long, the attention became overbearing. You could never get away from it all, from the looks of desire and adoration. The friendships you’d developed with the children started to feel less genuine and more fabricated. You felt like they weren’t really your friends; that your power was just forcing them to be. These ugly thoughts started to pile on more and more, to the point that you began to resent your Quirk. You couldn’t control the power leaving your body, and it felt as if you were living life trying to navigate through a misty pink haze.

Several months passed, and a visitor came to the orphanage.

“I’ve come to take you in, [Name].”

It was a man with pin-straight black hair and striking red eyes. He introduced himself as Mikael, and declared that he’d already filled out all the required paperwork to adopt you. The orphan children began to cry, lamenting the fact that you would be leaving them. You were both relieved and anxious. Even if you couldn’t control your powers, here, at least, you could rest easy knowing that everyone adored you. You’d spent all of your life in the orphanage, and you were a little afraid to leave.

This guy will probably listen to anything I say anyways…

Mikael held you by the hand and led you outside once you’d bid farewell to everyone. He looked down at you, eyes gleaming, a faint smile ghosting across his lips. “I think you’ll find that your Quirk will have no effect on me, descendant of Aphrodite.”

“Aphrodite?”

You stared up at him, confused. He didn’t answer your question and instead chuckled to himself.

“Not to worry. I will teach you how to control your Quirk in due time. You’ve been blessed with a gift, young one. A beautiful power capable of touching the hearts of many.”

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[callsign-datura]

John Price is the epitome of a strong, capable man. The same man you thought you had no chance with. Which is why you wonder how you ended up here, standing in his office as he appraises you from his seat at his desk. His stony blue eyes raking up and down your form as you stand and twiddle your thumbs to center your anxiety. He chuckled lowly, a gruff rasp that made your heart flutter. He takes note of your anxiety, but he makes no move to acknowledge it. Part of him enjoys the way you're standing there, staring at him with this glint in your eyes. Slowly, he rises from his chair. The legs squeak against the floor as he steps away from his desk, crossing the room towards you with an unreadable expression. He stands, inches between you two, the heat between your bodies bordering on nigh unbearable. "Mm-mm. Such a pretty thing." He says quietly, his words ringing out and making you feel like you're drowning in warm honey. He leans forward, and his lips capture yours in a searing kiss. He's hungry. Pent-up. You could say the stresses of his job are getting to him, which explains his haste. Before you even realize it, he's stripped you. The flesh of your back prickles as he lays you on his desk, hastily pushing away the papers strewn upon it before his hands find their place on your body once again. Carefully traveling up the naked skin of your legs, caressing the slopes of your body. His touch is gentle at first but quickly becomes hasty, hungry and aggressive. "Mm, a fuckin' goddess is what you are..." He whispers, his gaze immediately darting down between your thighs.

"Christ. So fuckin' pretty." He curses to himself, and your gaze flickers down to his hips, and you see the imprint of his hard cock against his beige cargo pants. You reach out, and he's one step ahead of you. Dropping his cargo pants to his knees, and his boxers follow suit. He leans forward, and his cock hits your pelvis gently, the hard length warm against the goosebump-addled skin of your body. He wraps a hand around the base, and he pulls his hips back before pushing forward, guiding his cock to sink into the plush heat of your walls. A groan that is borderline primal escapes his chest, and his head falls back. "So fuckin' wet. God, knew you'd be good," he whispers, looking down at you. His hand slides down your thigh and his thumb finds your clit with practiced ease, and his hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you. It's a foreign feeling, but it feels so damn good. Each pass of his thumb has you whining, each phrase that he utters has you squeezing on the length of his cock. "Look at you. Suckin' me in like a greedy slut." His words take a sudden degrading turn and your body thrums with approval, walls squeezing and releasing on his length repeatedly as he slowly drags himself in and out of you. He brings one hand up to your chest, palming and groping the fat of your breast in one hand, his grip releasing only so his calloused fingers can tug roughly at your pebbled nipple. His pace quickens slightly, and you're already seeing stars. Arching your back and whining as the sound of wet skin slapping gradually increases and reverberates within the room, your eyes roll back in your head. Suddenly, he's a lot more rougher when he hears your little whimpers. "Yeah, so wet... mm, so perfect for me. Yeah, you like that? Y'like it when I pound you like the whore you are?" His words are so fucking dirty, and within seconds his speed ramps up. If you were to look, the only thing you'd see is the length of his cock pulling out of you a few inches before shoving back inside. The head of his cock nudges your cervix, and hot tears sting at the corners of your eyes. His hand wraps around your throat gently, just to keep you pinned against the desk so he can pound into you at a more brutal rate. His other hand releases your tit and comes down to your hips, lifting them up so he can hit that gummy spot along your inner walls. The new position has you keening, your body responding in kind. "Captain!" You cry, your eyes fluttering shut as a tear rolls down the side of your face. "Oh-- Fuck..." Your words trail off in a whimper as he fucks the air out of your lungs, breathless groans falling from his lips. Your tits jiggle with the force of his thrusts and your body jolts with each hit of his hips, and you can't even speak. Your noises come out as garbled cries, pleas for more, even when you feel that coil in your belly tightening to completion. "Mm. Yeah, sweetheart? Can feel you clenchin' on me. C'mon, you wanna cum on your Captain's cock? Give it to me, sweet girl, I know you can..." His words send you spiraling. Your back arches and your cunt convulses around him, and his thrusts stutter. You're sobbing, stars dotting your vision as he grunts dirty, unintelligible things. You throw your head back, gasps falling from your lips as he pounds into you, fucking you through your orgasm. You find yourself shuddering from the sudden overstimulation, but before you can even register that, his hips slam into yours and he groans your name particularly loudly, his grip on your throat tightening just a bit more before he's spilling hot, thick ropes of cum into your cunt. There's a lot-- to the point you feel some dribble out of you and onto the desk underneath you. You swore you've been sent to heaven and back by the time your breathing has calmed, and his weight settles into yours. A warm and fuzzy feeling settles over the two of you, and he grunts softly into you, not bothering to withdraw his cock from your gummy walls. Not a word is shared, but you swore you felt him smile.

[vivalarevolution]

𝓐 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷

Feyd Rautha x Reader

Request: „Feyd with Reader from a lower house. Readers family has been making good moves to gain the barons favor and they have resources the Baron can't turn down. He offers Feyd in a marriage alliance, much to his nephews suprise.‟

A/N: I apologize in advance for such a delay but I was out of town , unable to write. Request written by anon. A very interesting concept that I thoroughly enjoyed writing.

Please remember that english is not my native language, I do not use it on a daily basis, so mistakes can or will happen.

Work contains smut, so minors do not interact.

She was a pawn. From the moment she left her mother's womb she became a pawn. The galaxy forced this role on her without her knowledge or consent. And she could only watch helplessly.

When Baron Vladimir Harkonnen proposed an arranged marriage between her and his youngest nephew her role was reminded once again. And just as before, she could only watch helplessly as her father agreed , without even looking at her.

Because he was driven by greed , greed for which he had to pay the price. A price in the form of his eldest daughter.

And when she found herself in front of her betrothed something crawled to the surface , something erotic. From the moment their eyes met , there was a lustful tension that grew and grew.

Feyd had never met someone like her. He was used to women who were pale , hairless, slender and almost melancholic. She was different. Her head was adorned with soft hair ,cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her face was decorated with rosy cheeks and full, kissable lips. Her body was curvy, shaped almost like the goddesses from the ancient books of Old Terra. Her eyes hid the passionate desire that he wanted to feel in every way imaginable.

And when he found her alone, wandering through the dark corridors of the keep , he decided to capture her.

-Are you following me , my lord na-Baron? - she asked , with a shadow of curiosity in her voice , looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

-You are walking around my fortress. I want to make sure you don't do something you shouldn't - he replied, approaching her, slowly, like a predator to its prey.

-That doesn't change the fact that you're following me - she whispered, turning her head so that she could get a full look at the man's face, his sharp jawline, full lips and cold eyes that made him even more handsome and dangerous.

-And what if you were right ,what if I did ? - he purred, coming closer and closer, so close that their breaths mingled with each other.

-Then I would wonder what have I done to caught the attention of Feyd Rautha himself - she replied , brushing her lips against his with every word she spoke.

-You are to be my wife - he said , placing his hands on her hips, moving them unnoticeably higher ,towards her waist -Isn't that reason enough?

-I do not entirely believe that this is the real reason my lord na-Baron -she proclaimed , covering his hand with hers , stopping his movements.

-What do you think the real reason is? - he asked, touching her cheek, moving his thumb lazily over her skin, making her shiver because of his cold , silver ring.

-You desire me as much as I desire you my lord na-Baron - she whispered into his mouth , looking deeply into his blue eyes , which were burning with want.

Feyd pushed her roughly against a nearby wall , hanging over her smaller body. His hands captured her loins , drawing her closer to him.

-You're walking on a very thin line - he growled , sliding his lips along her neck.

His tongue tasted her flesh , while his teeth bit the soft skin of her throat.

-Forgive me - she breathed out, placing her palms on his muscular torso -Forgive me because I said words that I shouldn't have.

-What do you mean? - he asked, looking at her from the corner of his eye, his nose gliding over the pulse on her neck.

-I feel a need that I have never been able to feel…And I can't control it - she confessed, looking at him from under her long lashes.

-You don't have to - he stated , whispering directly into her ear.

-I have to…because this need…I want my husband to feel it, my lover - she replied, escaping from his embrace.

However, the Baron's nephew did not let her go , even for a single step, before she again found herself in his arms.

-You think I will let you run away? - he asked, pressing her body against his -That I will let you awaken in me a desire I have never felt before and watch helplessly as you leave me…I will not let you.

The woman turned her head in his direction.

-I thought you prefer a challenging chase , easy prey is not of value to you - she admitted , running her gaze towards the dark corridor , the end of which could not be seen - Besides…the walls here seem to have eyes and ears my lord na-Baron , and this could ruin your hunt - she whispered , feeling how besides Feyda's eyes , there was something else hiding in the darkness.

The man followed her gaze , watching the void engulfing them until he heard a single movement , which made him move like a beast of prey , having found his victim.

The woman seizing her chance , disappeared into the abyss of the corridors , leaving na-Baron , who returned to their meeting place moments later , with blood on his hands and a thirst that burned him alive. But she was no longer there.

When there was nowhere to run , he captured her once again. His gaze alone held her in place , as she stood before him so innocent , so delicate , in a white , lace dress that changed color when their blood merged with each other , uniting them forever . Feyd relished the sight of his wife , once so pure , now soiled with the blood he wanted to lick off her body , exchanging his oaths in a voice as cold as ice while his eyes burned with lust.

And when it was finally time to hunt , he felt the beast inside him tearing his way out.

-The time for the hunt has come - the priestess announced.

Na-Baron watched as the woman looked at him confused , but he only grasped her body in response , drawing her close to him.

-You won't run away from me this time…but I'll let you try - he whispered, before he let go of her body, watching as she moved in haste , flying away like a small bird that finally got its freedom , not knowing that a hungry wolf was right behind her.

Feyd let her disappear from his sight before he went after her. His steps echoed through the abandoned halls , but he didn't care , because he wanted her to know that he was coming for her , that he was close , so very close. He stalked her every move, always being one step ahead of her, even though she was still far away.

Until there was nowhere to run.

He found her in his chambers, naked , kneeling on the black satin sheets adorning his bed. She was looking at him, waiting.

He cupped her chin between two fingers, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks, while his thumb traced her full, red lips.

-I truly believed that you would give me a worthy chase. But you're lying here ready for me to devour you - he groaned , sliding his hand down her throat.

-Maybe I've grown tired of waiting for you to catch me, my lord husband - she confessed, rising gently, just enough to brush his lips with hers.

He tightened his fingers on her neck , pulling her closer , attacking her mouth. His kisses were sensual and brutal like him , taking the breath from her lungs as her hands tried desperately to strip him of his clothes , which kept her from feeling his pale skin on her fingertips.

-Aren't you desperate , little wife? - he murmured , inot her mouth

-Please…- she whispered.

Feyd moved away from her , leaving behind the feeling of need on her flesh. His hands stripped off his clothes at a slow pace , relishing in the way his wife , gazed at each , new piece of the skin he uncovered.

And when he got rid of everything that could separate them, he hovered over her just like the night they first met , kissing the skin of her collarbones , heading lower and lower , towards her ample breasts , her round hips and firm thighs.

-Feyd - she whispered, addressing him by name for the first time - What are you doing? - she asked, looking at him.

-I want to taste you , I need to know if you taste as sweet as your blood - he murmured, kissing her inner thigh.

Before the woman had time to reply to his words, his tongue touched her swollen clit, swirling around the pink pearl, making her uncontrollably thrust her pelvis forward, imprisoning the man in the softness of her thighs. Na-Baron , in response, growled, clamping his hands on her body, drawing her impossibly closer, feasting. His mouth explored her womanhood, kissing and licking every part, leaving nothing without his attention. He was bestial, greedily sipping her juices, which tasted like the sweetest dessert of his life, as his eyes stared at the woman before him, who was consumed by the convulsions of pleasure that tore through her body, making her burst into flames that consumed her mind. Feyd watched in delight as she broke under the impact of her orgasm, licking everything she gave him, feeling her muscles go limp under his fingertips and seeing her eyes cloud over with uncontrollable desire.

Without giving her time to recover , he lifted her trembling body , laying it on top of him , sitting down himself , leaning against the headboard of the massive bed.

-You will ride me my little wife , you will ride me until darkness appears in front of your eyes and your body stops listening to you - he growled , marking her neck with purple marks and angry red bites.

The male, grabbed her thighs, entered her slowly, unable to wait a moment longer. His shaft was so big, so thick, that his wife felt as if something was tearing her from the inside, feeling it deep in her belly. So deep that she couldn't breathe properly.

The movements of his loins were strong and rough. His member was kissing her cervix alternately with hitting a spongy point that made her walls clench so tight that no matter how hard he pressed, he couldn't move. The woman was coming out to meet his thrusts, trying to catch up with him, trying to catch the sweet release he had given her a few seconds ago , already addicting to it. Arching her back and exposing herself completely, she wanted him to touch her and don't stop , never stop. And then she felt it. A mass of burning heat flooding her belly. She didn't know anymore whether it was her body that gave her that electrifying heat or maybe it was Feyd's warmth, but she accepted it, she accepted everything.

[goldennikko]

I LUVIE YOU — huh yunjin

summary : you're a reveluv, but you love the leader of red velvet a little too much, making someone jealous.

pairing : yunjin x 6th member!reader

tags : idol!au ; reader is '01 liner ; jealous!yunjin ; reveluv!reader ; i'm too sleepy to put proper tags, but dw there's nothing too much in this one. it's just too long T~T

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word count : 5.2k

yunjin knew you were a big fan of red velvet, especially one particular member who everyone refers to as a goddess due to her mind-blowing, out-of-this-world visuals. since pre-debut days, the american has found it amusing to watch you freak out over the one and only bae joohyun whenever you see her on your phone during training. after debuting, your members had grown accustomed to sudden bursts of energy being released following a tiring practice session because you were always bound to listen to red velvet after every tiring session, the soothing voice of red velvet's leader filling your ears.

yunjin has always been a witness to your fangirl-like behavior and found it very amusing to watch.

that is, until yunjin developed the same feelings for the bae joohyun that you did, and the american found herself unable to laugh at your usually amusing antics. well, she tried not to, but she couldn't because you were too cute in her eyes.

yunjin fiddled with her chopsticks as she stared at you from the kitchen with such intensity that sakura, who was busy eating, couldn't help but notice. the japanese frowned at the glare on yunjin's face and followed her line of sight, eventually finding you shaking your poor leader on the couch in the living room. the bad boy music video you were previously watching was now abandoned as you went to bug your leader instead after chaewon made an unintentional statement that she quickly regretted.

"you've met irene sunbaenim?!" you shrieked, betrayal swimming in your shining orbs.

chaewon basically gave up right there, letting you shake her like a doll while silently looking for help from sakura and yunjin.

"correction, y/n-ie. it was chaeyeon, not me." chaewon grumbled.

despite yunjin's best efforts, sakura could hear her annoyed groan, and she cast another glance at the american, whose glare had been replaced with adoration as they watched your shoulders sag in defeat and collapse next to chaewon. yunjin returned her attention to the food, looking away from your defeated form, while sakura decided to assist chaewon.

"and that was during iz*one." sakura added.

"not even kkura unnie met irene sunbaenim." chaewon said, trying to make you feel better, but added more salt to sakura's wound.

the japanese's brow twitched in annoyance, despite her smile, prompting chaewon to apologize before turning to tame your hair. you simply huffed at them and crossed your arms, not looking away from the television.

"unfair."

yunjin snorted, causing sakura to return her gaze, but the american did not meet her unnie's waiting gaze. meanwhile, chaewon handed you your phone, which you used to take a picture of joohyun's overflowing visuals during bad boy era.

"another story? really?" chaewon mumbled from next to you, her eyes twinkling with delight as she watched you press on a bunch of hearts. the sight was not unfamiliar to her, but it still made her laugh because of your unending love for joohyun.

"shush, unnie."

yunjin's phone lit up next to her, drawing both sakura and her attention to it. yunjin didn't bother hiding the notification, which came from you, because she caught sakura's questioning yet teasing look. the american attempted to push down the blush that threatened to spread across her cheeks, but failed, so she hid her face behind her phone instead.

however, the american merely grumbled when joohyun's face greeted her once more, casting you a glance as you let out a high-pitched scream when the same woman who has plagued your mind since pre-debut days appeared on the screen. this time, you were watching peek-a-boo.

"what's the matter?"

yunjin showed her the screen, and sakura laughed at the army of pink hearts before looking at yunjin, who was glaring at her food. the older of the two shook her head at the obvious jealousy, but said nothing as she pieced everything together. while sakura was aware of the glares sent your way by yunjin, she never understood why. now, she did.

"since when?" sakura queried.

yunjin glanced at her, but shrugged. "i don't know what you're talking about, unnie."

sakura smirked. "sure, yunjin. sure."

yunjin ignored her as her gaze returned to you, her heart racing as she wondered if you could get any cuter than you are right now. one thing about yunjin was that she couldn't take her eyes off of you. it was a running joke in the fandom that yunjin was always staring at you with big heart eyes.

similar to what she was doing right now.

after being asked by the fans watching the live, you eagerly danced to zimzalabim, the reveluv within you sparking happily, and eunchae cheered you on. yunjin sat next to the maknae and was silent for once as she watched you with a small smile.

"wah. you were amazing, unnie!" eunchae grinned at you while giving you a big thumbs up.

you exaggerated a bow, which made yunjin laugh. "thank you, thank you, thank you!"

the american motioned for you to come over to where they were sitting. "come on over here, silly."

you smirked at your fellow '01 liner, but complied. you crossed your arms as you faced her, causing the other girl to raise her brows with a smile, while eunchae silently smiled because she already knew what was going to happen, scanning the comments, which were full of fans teasing yunjin's lovestruck gaze.

"are you calling my dance silly, yunjin-ssi?"

yunjin rolled her eyes. "i'm calling you silly, y/n-ssi."

you shook your head. "no, no. calling me silly means calling the dance silly, too. therefore, the reveluv in me is very disappointed and offended, yunjin-ssi."

eunchae cackled while yunjin looked at the phone for help, which the maknae noticed and immediately read the comments in response to yunjin's silent call for help.

"they're saying you're on your own, unnie—"

you grinned happily. "HAH! see? they're on my side!"

yunjin was dumbfounded, sending everyone a look of betrayal. "but her argument didn't even make sense!"

"doesn't matter, yunjin-ssi. now, you shall apologize." 

you jokingly raised your chin at the american, and she mumbled under her breath as she glared at you, but eventually relented. she knew she couldn't win this playful banter because her heart was already pounding in her chest and her mind, which was supposed to think logically, screamed at her to apologize. her very being and existence were vulnerable in the face of your adorable face.

if sakura or kazuha were present, the only other two members who were aware of yunjin's feelings, she would be teased nonstop. it won't be long before the eunchae and chaewon figure it out. 

well, actually, the way eunchae was looking at her right now, yunjin knew the maknae was already aware, but she needed confirmation. eunchae would most likely get one after the live ended.

however, as long as it was you, yunjin didn't mind if her pride suffered.

"fine. i'm sorry, y/n-ie."

you returned your attention to eunchae after you smiled and leaned against the american's body, which yunjin took pride in. the maknae began babbling about something, which yunjin tried to listen to but was distracted by your grip on her. the american grabbed your waist as she leaned in closer to the phone to scan the comments to distract herself, knowing that eunchae was well taken care of by her fellow '01 liner.

her face fell when a comment about a certain idol that you essentially worshipped appeared, which eunchae caught as she squinted her eyes to read the comment before it vanished. yunjin noticed the mischief in the maknae's eyes as she managed to draw your attention to said remark.

"unnie, there's a comment about irene sunbaenim."

"where?!"

at that, you jumped away from yunjin, causing the girl to squint her eyes in disbelief. 

at this point, it was unavoidable for you not to mention joohyun in a solo, unit, or group appearance. you mentioned the woman you adored every time, and it was no different this time, and yunjin had to listen to it all over again, all because of the evil maknae, who planned to torture her.

yunjin glared at eunchae from behind you, and the maknae simply grinned widely in response before they both turned to you because you had begun your detailed explanation of why you adored red velvet's leader.

"alright. first of all, have you seen her?! irene sunbaenim is so gorgeous like—" 

you panicked suddenly when you saw joohyun's face in your mind and waved your arms in the air, almost hitting yunjin. fortunately, she noticed it at the last second and was able to avoid it. as eunchae laughed, the girl glared at the side of your head in distaste, but you didn't notice her.

yunjin resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but she tuned out your irritating rant and tried to distract herself by scanning the comments, which were unfortunately filled with your beloved idol's name, causing her to look away in defeat.

"and her voice! i don't know. it's small, but soothing and really good to listen to?" you hummed thoughtfully.

"that's true, unnie." eunchae butted in, causing you to nod.

"also! she's so caring towards her members and really kind! she's also a good cook, according to what i've heard! not to mention, really generous..." you trailed off, recalling how she gifted her staff some really expensive things, but you shook your head to snap out of your lovestruck trance and resumed your rant.

"i don't know. she's just so… perfect!"

that was your conclusion before you changed the subject due to a fan's mention of food. eunchae joined in, but yunjin remained silent as her mind raced.

when you returned to the dorm, you went straight to your room, while yunjin stayed in the living room with chaewon. while sakura was still out on a schedule, eunchae joined you to get her daily dose of cuddles.

the only other two members awake were enveloped in silence, and chaewon found yunjin's behavior odd, frequently looking up from her phone to check on the emerican, who stared blankly at the wall. the leader, though concerned, waited for yunjin to open up, but after a solid 15 minutes, her concern about the american's unusual behavior only grew.

"yunjin—"

"unnie."

chaewon blinked at her dull voice and almost jumped out of her seat when yunjin turned her head to her leader. chaewon raised her eyebrows, urging yunjin to tell her what was bothering her, which yunjin did.

"am i gorgeous?"

despite being perplexed, chaewon responded to the question. she noticed no signs of insecurity in her eyes, which was a relief. besides, if yunjin was truly insecure, she would be in bed with you right now, not chaewon. however, she still found the american in front of her odd.

"yes, you are, jen."

"is my voice soothing and really good to listen to?" yunjin threw her another question, causing the frown on chaewon's forehead to deepen. yunjin either noticed but ignored or didn't notice chaewon's weirded out expression.

"you're a vocalist for a reason, yunjin." chaewon replied.

yunjin blinked. "am i caring and kind?"

it was chaewon's turn to blink as she wondered just where the hell these questions were coming from, but she decided to join in whatever games yunjin was playing, if indeed this was one.

"yes."

"am i a good cook?"

chaewon sighed, her patience dwindling, as she ran her hand down her face. yunjin, on the other hand, remained unaffected and waited for her leader's response, which chaewon begrudgingly provided after seeing the blank yet awaiting gaze.

"jesus christ, yunjin. yes, you are a good cook. y/n-ie has mentioned numerous times."

a flash of emotion flashed across the american's eyes, causing chaewon to raise a brow, but yunjin didn't give her a chance to respond as she turned around to retire to her room, but not before thanking her leader.

chaewon frowned as yunjin walked upstairs before eunchae appeared with a sleepy grin and sakura made her presence known by placing a hand on chaewon's shoulder.

"what the hell was that?" chaewon asked, perplexed.

sakura chuckled. "chaewon-ah, a certain someone likes a certain someone in this dorm."

chaewon blinked. "eh? yunjin likes someone?" 

sakura gave the younger girl a look, waiting for it to click, which didn't take too long. 

oh. 

chaewon sighed in disbelief as realization dawned on her face. meanwhile, eunchae greeted sakura with a hug while mumbling into the coat sakura forgot to take off after hearing yunjin's strange questions as soon as she entered the dorm.

"yunjin unnie was blushing."

chaewon snickered and rose to assist sakura with her coat, as eunchae refused to let go of the newly arrived japanese girl. "after i told her about y/n?"

eunchae nodded in response, not bothering to mention the words' familiarity. but sakura already knew because she had been watching the live stream, and chaewon was bound to find out soon enough, given that she had been on her phone earlier. she'd later discover your and joohyun's names, along with eunchae and yunjin, were trending.

"how come we never knew?" chaewon queried thoughtfully.

sakura shrugged. "exactly my question."

eunchae rubbed her eyes. "i think kazuha unnie knows."

chaewon and sakura shared an amused look. "of course zuha would."

yes, kazuha knew. even before yunjin told her about her conflicting emotions—conflicting because yunjin didn't even want them in the first place, but she couldn't do anything about it if her heart was fiercely beating for a certain girl in the group.

the poor ballerina, on the other hand, was unfortunately very much aware of what others couldn't see due to her observant nature, but she didn't mind. only that it irritates her to no end to watch some people dance around their obvious feelings, at least to kazuha, rather than acting on them.

but now, kazuha is watching you bounce all over the place due to your excitement. the group would be attending a variety show, and your beloved idol would be there as one of the emcees. your nervousness and exhilaration initially clashed within you, but the latter eventually won. therefore, your members and staff had an excessively happy puppy.

you were not informed that you would be attending this show because they knew you would be overjoyed for days and they wouldn't be able to handle you. yunjin, in particular, who grumbled when told a few days earlier by chaewon and was pouting in the corner at the moment, her eyes following your every move with an irritated scowl.

"I'M MEETING IRENE SUNBAENIM!"

yunjin's glaring eyes were caught by kazuha, but the latter averted her gaze with a click of her tongue before returning to watching you. however, the ballerina could see the affection buried behind the very thin line of displeasure in her eyes, causing her to chuckle, but she stopped when you halted in front of her.

"i'm so excited, zuha-yah." you bounced in front of her.

kazuha smiled and reached for your hand to ground you. "please calm down, unnie."

"i can't!" you whined, pouting.

chaewon came over and attempted to pat your head, but she couldn't reach your height, so she patted your cheek instead.

"you'll get tired if you keep bouncing around, so please sit with yunjin for a while."

yunjin snapped out of her glaring at the mention of her name and panicked internally as she saw you walking up. she yelped, barely catching you as you dramatically fell on her, but she sighed as you nestled up against her embrace.

"you scared me, dumbass."

you chuckled. "sorry. chaewon unnie told me to relax with you."

yunjin scoffed, but tightened her grip around your waist. "relaxing with me doesn't mean falling on me, y/n."

you, on the other hand, did not respond to her. yunjin took a brief glance but ended up staring when she discovered your eyelids had fallen shut.

sakura, who was still sat in front of the mirror, noticed you finally relaxing with the resident american. she smiled at the thought that yunjin was the only one who could ground you. you were always so quick to surrender to yunjin's familiar warmth and soothing embrace, and yunjin was always ready to offer it to you when you needed it.

"they're so cute, unnie!" eunchae squealed, but tried to keep it down as she approached sakura, and the older of the two agreed.

"when is yunjin unnie going to confess though?" kazuha stressed from nearby.

"speaking of." chaewon piped up. "since when, zuha?"

kazuha shrugged. "since forever, unnie! it's actually stressing me out."

the others laughed, and kazuha sighed before joining them. it was peaceful for a while before the group was summoned to the set and you were back on bouncing, but this time in anxiety.

"y/n, please settle down." chaewon sighed.

"i can't stop it!" you whisper-yelled.

kazuha shot yunjin a look, but the american was already approaching you. while you were jumping, a hand grabbed your waist and pulled you into the familiar warmth of yunjin's body. you stumbled, but her other hand darted out to hold your elbow steady.

"calm down please."

you gave her a timid smile, and she rolled her eyes tenderly, squeezing you in assurance. she couldn't feel anything other than admiration right now as she clutched you closely. you enjoyed yunjin's presence while remaining silent, and yunjin did the same before the peace was disrupted once more.

when the chatters were heard, everyone turned, and your eyes widened, meeting the bae joohyun's gentle eyes. you bowed profusely, and she returned it with a wide smile.

although joohyun's bow was meant for everyone, her gaze lingered a little too long on you, which yunjin noticed. her grasp on your waist tightened and she drew you closer, but you were too preoccupied with seeing your beloved idol walk away.

"holy shit, jen."

yunjin resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "yeah, yeah. i know, y/n."

soon enough, the show began, and you spent nearly half of it looking at the woman. you were relieved that you didn't have to speak as much, but whenever you did, chaewon would nudge you out of your daydream and sakura would help you with your words because you seemed to have forgotten how to speak. throughout the ordeal, eunchae was just silently chuckling. 

meanwhile, yunjin was next to you, watching you stare and stumble over your words, sadness in the pit of her stomach physically hidden by a trained grin. kazuha, on the other hand, noticed and patted her on the back.

joohyun didn't take long to notice your dazed stare. she was speaking as scripted, but suddenly laughed, flustered, when she caught your starstruck expression, confusing everyone. you blinked and pointed at yourself, your gaze briefly meeting yunjin's.

"i'm sorry. y/n-ssi, you just look so adorable."

you flushed as crimson as a tomato at the compliment and bowed excessively, words of gratitude stumbling out of your mouth in a hurry. your members teased you as yunjin laughed genuinely this time because she agrees with her senior, heart flipping at the sight of your red face.

"i'm sorry. it's just… i'm a really big fan, sunbaenim." you admitted shyly.

joohyun gave you a wide smile. "seulgi and wendy told me, and i've also seen clips of your… admiration."

you shrieked and used yunjin as your human shield to hide your embarrassment. despite the displeasure she was feeling, yunjin held you while the others laughed before you were pulled out of protection by chaewon.

"and thank you so much for loving me." joohyun said, causing you to bow. 

you were at a loss for words, but the next thing she said prompted you to shut down and flee to hide from everyone.

"but i can say i'm a fan, too, y/n-ssi. your voice is really good to listen to and you're perfect."

you hid among the members of the group's management staff, and yunjin was ready to retrieve you when joohyun beat her to it. with a small frown that she quickly hid, yunjin watched silently as joohyun coaxed you out of hiding.

"i'm sorry, come on. don't hide."

yunjin looked at your joined hands as you practically melted with the senior next to you and in your presence. when the displeasure growing in her chest became too great for her to bear, the american had to look away, but she peered at your flustered state when joohyun successfully drew you back next to her.

the show went on without a hitch except for you being teased for having such admiration for the woman while yunjin remained unusually silent, joining in here and there when she felt like it or when you clutched to her arm.

and yunjin couldn't enjoy your touch as much as she wanted to because your eyes were on someone else. if she wanted your attention, she needed it all. she didn't like sharing. but then again, you weren't hers to share with anyone in the first place.

the show came to a conclusion, and you were swept away by the one and only joohyun. it was obvious that the woman had developed feelings for you, but everyone knew, including yourself, it was joohyun's motherly instincts kicking in.

everyone knew, but yunjin.

yunjin felt she couldn't endure the anguish at the sigh of you being held by another and turned on her heels to flee after seeing how caring and loving joohyun was to you. she attempted to be covert and quick, but as soon as she tried to blend into the crowd, a pair of eyes were trained on the back of her head like a target.

yunjin was soon back at the dorm. she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. her thoughts was blank, but she was aching all over and wasn't sure if it was because of you or just tiredness. however, she didn't bother figuring it out because your interactions with your favorite idol played out in her head like a romance movie.

yunjin couldn't get it out of her head, no matter how hard she tried.

fortunately, although being out of it at the time, yunjin was able to process the knock on her door. she got to her feet and opened the door, her eyes widening when she saw your hesitant form. her eyes swept over your body, finding you adorable in the pajamas she had bought you at random, and she smiled weakly.

"y/n? it's late."

you shuffled around, refusing to meet her eyes. "i know. i'm sorry, were you already sleeping?"

yunjin shook her head and stepped aside to let you in. "no, no. i couldn't sleep."

you gave her a short smile, and yunjin almost fell over simply to see it again, but she kept her composure as she followed you to her bed. after noticing your hesitation, the american took a seat and motioned for you to do the same.

"is everything okay? did you get a nightmare?" yunjin fussed over you, brows furrowed in worry.

you shook your head. "no, no. i'm fine. i just… wanted to check on you."

yunjin's heart wrenched as you looked up at her, your hesitation spinning in your orbs. the american sighed and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear before caressing your chin to make you hold her stare, which you had avoided since entering her room.

"i appreciate, but why?" yunjin asked.

you fiddled with your thumbs. "i saw you leaving earlier and you were ignoring me."

yunjin quickly shook her head. she wasn't ignoring you, and she didn't mean to. she just avoided interactions with you in order to process the concept of you and joohyun, but she kept an eye on you throughout the craziness of eventually finishing the day.

"i was not ignoring you, but i'm sorry if it felt like that." yunjin murmured softly, leaning down to meet your gaze. "i was just tired."

but you shook your head. "i know you, jen, we've been friends for so long. what's wrong?"

yunjin frowned, ignoring the painful tug on her heart at the term you used, which was true. the american considered the pros and cons of giving you the truth against fabricating a lie, but the way you were looking at her right now with such vulnerability and worry broke yunjin's resolve.

"i…" yunjin trailed off before sighing. "i've always been content to admire you silently."

yunjin smiled as she opened her mouth to spill her inevitable confession after a quick prayer for her soul and you to take it kindly, ignoring the large part of her wishing that you'd accept her confession.

"i've memorized every single habit you've established over the years, no matter how long ago you developed them or how recently it came up. i have liked every single one of your antics, and no matter how ridiculous they were, i always thought you were so adorable." 

yunjin smiled softly, and you returned it shyly, a scarlet hue flashing over your nose, but then her grin faded slightly. you pricked up, worried, and wanted to reach out to perhaps console her, but you hesitated. you weren't sure if she wanted your comfort, so you opted to listen. yunjin, on the other hand, saw the nearly imperceptible movement of your hand and couldn't help the quick smile.

yunjin sighed. "y/n, i swear i tried. i was perfectly satisfied with just admiring you silently. i tried to ignore the negative side of my feelings—the annoyance, the sadness, the displeasure. everything."

"but i can't pretend you don't effect me anymore, and believe me when i say i don't mind, but it just hurts."

yunjin observed calmly as the gears in your brain turned to quickly absorb her words, but you frowned in uncertainty. yunjin knew you understood; you weren't that stupid. she also knew you needed more assurance and simple words since you were concerned you were reading too much into her little statement.

so yunjin gave you a teary grin because she knew her next words would define your relationship.

"i like you, y/n. more than a friend should."

you hung your head, teeth biting into your bottom lip, as the words smacked you in the face. yunjin stared at the top of your head, willing herself to be prepared for your rejection, but every fiber of her being knew she wouldn't take it well. 

when you raised your head again, her breath caught in her throat as she saw your sweet smile and loving eyes, hope flooding her chest.

"i knew."

it was yunjin's turn to be astounded. her eyes widened as she leaned forward, encouraging you to repeat it and making you laugh.

"you weren't subtle, but i didn't allow it get to my head just in case i was reading too much into your intentions." you grinned happily.

"but you weren't." yunjin mumbled.

you nodded. "turns out i wasn't."

"so?"

you laughed again, and yunjin took satisfaction in it as she saw you toss your head back. but when you leaned into her face with a smirk, the softness in your gaze was swiftly replaced by mischief. yunjin's heart skipped a beat as she tried, but eventually failed, not to gaze down at your lips.

"yunjin?"

she glanced up at you. "yeah?"

"were you jealous of irene unnie?"

yunjin's brow twitched at the title you were now permitted to use for your adored idol, and she tried to control herself, although she had no reason to do so this time. so she rolled her eyes so hard that you were scared they'd get trapped in the back, but you laughed in delight.

"i was not." yunjin denied, looking away.

you poked her nose. "looking away is a sign of lying, did you know that?"

yunjin huffed, but complied. she returned your gaze and her breath hitched once more as your palm reached up to caress her jaw. when you leaned in closer, she swallowed nervously, your warm breath hitting her cold lips. yunjin wanted to close the unpleasant gap between you, but decided to give you complete control.

and yunjin couldn't have been more grateful when you captured her lips.

sparks flew, butterflies swarmed, and every cliche she could think of occurred at the same time. yunjin's eyes fell shut as she tilted her head and reached for your neck to lock you in place.

at the same time, seconds felt both too long and too short. yunjin couldn't determine which of the two, but her attention was quickly drawn to the way you rested your brow against hers and inhaled lightly to catch your breath, which yunjin had taken from you.

"took you long enough." you chuckled. "i like you, too."

yunjin smiled. relief washed over her as her heart flipped a few times and she sought for your hand, the other still resting on your neck, refusing to let you go this time.

"you never dropped hints." yunjin panted.

you shook your head with a small huff. "neither did you, jen, but i just thought you were too perfect to even notice me."

"more perfect than irene sunbaenim?" yunjin joked, not wasting the opportuniy given to her. you gave her a look, almost as if judging the american, causing her to grin. "but i notice you, i do see you."

yunjin brought your hand to her lips and a faint smile appeared on her face, prompting you to return it, albeit sheepishly, as she pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

"and i like you so much, y/n."

you laughed at her goofy antics and squeezed her hand, a blush covering your cheeks that yunjin thought was adorable on you.

"i like you, too, so much, yunjin."

she hummed. "what about irene sunbaenim?"

you chuckled and pulled away to flick her forehead, causing her to yelp in pain.

"what the hell?!"

"joohyun unnie knew about you." you said, causing your girlfriend to frown in confusion. "i told her because unnie noticed the way you were glaring at her."

yunjin flushed. her jealousy was evident to the naked sight. to make matters worse, it was joohyun who noticed. the one she allegedly despised saw the look. you laughed at her, and she flashed you a short frown before sighing.

"i need to apologize and clarify some things."

you nodded in agreement. "you do, baby. you do."

yunjin's heart skipped a beat when she looked at you. you returned it until you felt embarrassed, bending in to avoid her sight. before leaping from the bed, you laid a delicate kiss on her lips. yunjin pouted and reached out to you as you approached the door.

"where are you going, my love? you can just sleep with me."

you smiled, red in the face. "i know, but i'm going to the kitchen; kkura unnie is cooking, and i believe everyone has arrived."

you opened the door and gave her one more look before disappearing down the dimly lighted corridor.

"i luvie you, jennifer huh."

yunjin, who was normally annoyed by your reveluv side because you idolized a particular leader, rolled her eyes fondly as she rose to her feet. before leaving her room to follow you, she picked up her phone and smiled at the lockscreen of your face that you had set a few weeks previously.

"i luvie you, too, l/n y/n."

nikko note: I'M SO SORRY IF THE REQS ARE SLOW, YOU GUYS. I'M LEGIT DROWNING IN MY SCHOOL SHIT, SO I'M VV SORRY. I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH, I'M SOOO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT HUHU I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE SLOW UPDATES AJDJJWJS anyways, i hope you liked this one! let me know if this was okay? and so sorry for mistakes, i'm legit sleepy. thank you, have a great one!

[senualothbrok]

Revelation

Gif by @dolceaspidenera

Summary: Gale shows Aurora she has nothing to hide. Sequel to Progress and Promise.

"Wreathed in morning light, sitting astride you, her every blemish and bulge is on display. She is exposed. Doubt disturbs her gaze.

You must banish it.

“I want to see you, Aurora.”

You take hold of her hand, swirling your tongue across the pads of her fingers. “All of you. Just like this.”"

AO3 link

Word count: 3.8k

Disclaimers: NSFW. 18+. Smut. Gale x female OC (Aurora). Aurora is in recovery from an eating disorder/body dysmorphia.

More disclaimers: Body worship. Hand and finger kink. Woman on top/cowgirl. Vaginal fingering.

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When she rustles beside you, your hand darts out by instinct. Buried in your bedsheets, you hear faint shouts from the docks outside, the morning call of seagulls circling overhead. Aurora has always been one to rise early, much to your chagrin. You prefer to cling to the comforts and luxuries of the night. You reach for her, groaning into your pillow.

“Early,” you manage, as your fingers dance across her hip. “Stay.”

She laughs, a huff of affection. As she retreats, you open a sleep-blurred eye. She is shuffling speedily into her slip, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulders. Strokes of golden light linger on the contours of her face. Even after all this time, your breath still catches at the sight of her, here and yours. The space she has left beside you is an ache, whirling with her scent of lavender and rain. The fragrance of home.

“Come back to bed, Aurora,” you rasp.

She smiles, amused, forbearing. You mourn the cascade of white silk over her curves. Never before have you hated a piece of flimsy, spiteful fabric as much as you do now. You could disintegrate it with a thought, were it not for Aurora’s wishes. You yearn for the constellations of freckles below her breasts and navel, trembling beneath your touch.

“I need to get to the market, Gale. I want to get you those pastries you like. And I need to get some paints and ink.”

You grizzle, shifting onto your back. After the discoveries of last night - a secret mole on the innermost curve of her thigh, a snug spot that made her body sing - you cannot think of anything less appealing than leaving this bedroom. Not for a thousand ancient tomes would you trade such reveries. Not even for signed first editions.

“All that can wait.” 

She is reaching for her robe, draped lazily on a chair beside your bed. Outside the paradise of your bedsheets, Aurora cannot bear to be naked. It saddens you, how difficult it still is for her, though your love burns in every caress of skin and tongue and soul. This goddess in all but name, the north star blazing in your blue-green sky. In your haze, it seems the greatest injustice to watch the covering of her perfect form, so recently bare and flushed against yours.

It will not do. No, you cannot bear it. You spring awake, your mind and body united in their purpose.  With a crackle and flicker of your fingers, her robe whizzes into your grip. You draw yourself up against the headboard.

Aurora can be playful. You discovered it soon after she moved into your home. It was a delight, to step behind the veil of solemn reservation, to see the twinkle in those appraising eyes. There was the joy of novelty in her, too. She had never had the chance for mischief, under the yoke of illness and her mother’s cruelty. Now, she relishes the opportunity to tease and tickle, to nip at an earlobe or ghost over a nipple. To rise to the challenge of desire. You are almost certain she will play your game.

Her lips part in surprise for an instant. Then she frowns, an impression of disapproval. “Gale.”

There is something about the intensity of her furrowed brow that makes you want to grin. It is almost theatrical. Supremely endearing. You resist the urge, mirroring her frown instead.

“Oh.” You smooth out her robe in your lap, deliberate and measured. “Did you want this?”

“Gale.” Her tone is stern, but her gaze is tender. She bites her lip, a telltale sign that sparks through your thoughts and steels your resolve. Heat simmers beneath your skin, the thrumming arousal of half-sleep that swells. “Come now.”

You arch an eyebrow. “You come now.” You tap your thigh briskly. “Come here.”

She narrows her eyes, silver flashing in a grey sea. For a while she waits as you tilt your head, your lips curled in appraisal and expectation. She pulls at her slip, her arms hovering over her belly, a habit of concealing beauty she believes to be ugliness. A habit you are bent on helping her to break, even if it takes a lifetime.

The standoff does not last long. You knew it would not. With a sigh, she climbs onto the bed, grasping for the robe which you snatch away from her once, twice, three times. You are deft and quick, and she is small, and it is easy. She glares at you, shadow daggers without an edge.

“Come closer,” you drawl. 

Her cheeks are dusted coral now. You laugh as she clambers onto your lap, her slip riding higher and higher up her thighs as she clutches for the prize that you suspend frustratingly beyond her reach. A shoulder strap falls, her lowered neckline dancing over the dark skin around her nipple. The trail of freckles between her collarbone and her cleavage is a torment, stirring your ever-present compulsion to follow where it leads. You linger on the peaks pressing through the silk that clings to her breasts, almost translucent as she jostles. There is a gathering within you, a tingling in your groin that is spreading into your core. Your growing hardness twitches against her as you wet your lips.

You feel her sharp breath, warm and sour-sweet, the tightening of her lean calves bracketing you. The gentle, subconscious roll of her hips as her eyelids flutter. You sense, once again, that she cannot resist you. Rare are the occasions when she tries. You only have to ask, and she will open to you, like the blooming bud of an unseen flower, kept in a vault to which only you have the key. She is yours, and always will be.

A jolt of desire, red and raw, pulses through you.

You fling her robe onto the floor. She does not move towards it. You seize your victory.  A gasp escapes her as you press down on the velvet soft cheeks of her ass, her arms falling around your neck like an anchor. As she buckles forward, her thick waves form a curtain around your faces, streaked with faded light. She is everything, and there is nothing else but her. 

Aurora is quiet. In the early days, your only guide to her arousal was the catching and quivering of her breath, the tensing of her flesh, the rippling of her features. Through pants and pauses, you learned the peaks and troughs of her pleasure, and in the discovery, found that she, too, was embarking on uncharted territory. Until you, Aurora’s only experience of intimacy was to mask herself with a Glamour, lying still and silent to perform a role she never asked to play. Before you, she had never known the topography of love and desire, the twining of mind, flesh and soul with another.

She had confessed, later, that you were the only one to have brought her to climax. She had never before felt that explosion of ecstasy - singular and earth-shattering, entirely alien. You remember the long, lilting moan that dripped from her, echoing the first taste of her release. And though you felt sorrow at her story, you swelled with pride. Yours is the only flesh to have joined the marvel of hers, naked and unglamoured, and brought her to bliss. If you could wear this as a badge of honour for the world to see, you would.

Yet at times there is still a hesitation in her. Not just a shyness, cemented by years of isolation, when her body was always a punishment and never a privilege. But a hint of shame. A deep-seated suspicion that you will turn away.

To have beheld Aurora in all her glory has transformed you. You could never turn away.

Your hungry mouth finds hers, open, wet and willing. You clutch and pull at the offensive fabric that stubbornly separates her skin from yours. Heinous, wretched thing. You could tear it off, rip it with your teeth. As her tongue glides against yours, she does not seem to notice your frenzy. Her delicate fingers weave into your hair, setting every fibre alight. She whimpers ever so softly as you lap and suck at the corner of her lip, her chin gleaming and moist with your spit, and all at once you are rock hard, possessed by the feel and smell and taste of her. You wrench and tug her slip upwards, drawing back slightly to whip it over her head.

Aurora pauses. Flushed and breathless, she looks down, and you know she is registering her position. She is not cloaked by your writhing limbs, or obscured beneath the bedsheets. Wreathed in morning light, sitting astride you, her every blemish and bulge is on display. She is exposed. Doubt disturbs her gaze.

You must banish it. 

“I want to see you, Aurora.” You take hold of her hand, swirling your tongue across the pads of her fingers. “All of you. Just like this.” 

She shivers. For emphasis, you press her hand firmly against your cock. It throbs, free from the constraints of clothing, seeking her like a beacon. Her touch is a surge of electricity, and you cannot stop the groan that spurts out of you. Her grey eyes are almost black, dilated with unmistakable longing.

“Please,” you whisper.

You would not ask if you thought she was unwilling. If you saw displeasure in her hesitation, and not a residual fear of rejection, an anticipation of disgust. And you must show her, again and again, that you could never respond to the miracle of her beauty with anything but the most all-consuming love. You will never stop showing her.

In the steepling of her brow, you sense a shift. The shell of trust and love peeking open. She arches backwards with the easy grace of a swan, and you are the lake beneath and around and within her. You peel her slip off with a slow and gentle reverence, your breathing stilted by awe. She closes her eyes, and you are entranced by the arc of her lifted arms, the web of her lashes, the starry patterns of her dappled skin. The sheen of desire adorning her mound. 

She is, as always, a revelation. 

“I love you.” Your voice is a prayer. “Every part of you.”

You do not let her hands fall to conceal the softness of her stomach, the stretchmarks around her hips and breasts. All the parts you cherish which she yearns to hide, dazzling stitches in the glorious tapestry of Aurora. Her eyes glimmer as you clasp her hands against the bristles of your beard, holding her fast. An eternal affirmation. A promise you will keep making until the end of your days.

You are safe. You are seen. You are loved.

Her eyes widen as you push your tangled bodies away from the headboard. Raised halfway on her knees, she steadies herself on your shoulders, as though balanced on a tightrope, with only you to keep her from falling. Every muscle within you clenches with a building ache as you bend upwards to clasp her close. You run your tongue from the nook behind her earlobe to the heave of her breast, swirling a circle around her nipple.

“I love this part,” you murmur, sucking at the hardened bud.

Her breath seizes, arousal thrusting against uncertainty. As she tilts forward, you lean back on an elbow to savour the gift of this moment - the fullness of Aurora bare and naked before you, the undeniable quiver of faith, hope and love that vibrates through her flawless form. You circle one arm around the small of her back, and the warmth of her hands gliding up your neck and into your hair sends a spasm through your gut. When your tongue catches the salt around her navel, sweeping over each mole and freckle on her midriff, she stiffens. But you trust.

“I love this part,” you repeat.

You plant wet, starving kisses on the dimples of her belly, dark corners which Aurora so fears to tread. She tenses with apprehension, hanging back slightly. You look up at her, open mouthed, your tongue still flickering from its feast before. You hold her gaze as your fingers snake over her hip bone, through her damp wiry down, to her molten core. Her folds are hot and slick, her clit smooth as a nectar-coated petal. She shudders, toppling back into you as you find it, sending a pulse from the tips of your toes through the deepest recesses of your balls. 

“And this part,” you groan into her skin.

You can smell the salt tang of her desire now, and it is intoxicating. You hum, half-drunk, as you lap at the curves of her waist, tracing swift whirls around her fire with your lithe and expert fingers. With them, you can summon the mightiest storm, reduce enemies to dust. You can raise up and tear down. But no spell could ever come close to this most masterful of skills, reserved for her alone.

She lets out a whine, short and needy - that precious signal, the spark which stokes the raging fires within you. You cannot hold it any longer. You grab her hand in your slick-soaked fingers and wrap it around your cock. You are fully erect, veins throbbing, a desperate bead leaking from your tip. In her slender fingers, you are a giant, growing stiffer by the second. You are invincible.

If she had any reservations about her effect on you, there can be surely no doubt now. In this moment, there is nothing you want more. You are nothing more than an all-consuming ache for her. She looks at you half-lidded, a gossamer string of saliva trickling from her parted, plump lips. 

“Yes,” she pleads.

You are panting as you guide her hand, aligning your length against the dew of her entrance. She lowers herself onto you so delicately that you feel like clay in a sculptor’s hands. Her walls are so smooth, so tight, against the head of your cock, and the pleasure is so piercing that your elbow buckles under you as you writhe. She falls forward, her arms trembling on either side of your head, her tongue a helpless flurry inside, outside, around your eager mouth. The mattress shivers beneath you. You see how her mind narrows to a pinpoint, drifting from the flaws she imagines and longs to hide. You feel the grinding of her hips, inviting you deeper inside her. Every sign of her unravelling snaps a frayed nerve inside you.

“Yes, my love,” you manage. “Take your pleasure.”

She withdraws a little, confusion flitting across her features. A fleeting awkwardness. You remember that this is not a position Aurora is accustomed to, nor is the control and rapture that comes from it. All at once, you are gripped by a singular determination. You will show her, or help her learn herself. You will help her reclaim what has been lost to her, all these long and lonely years, before her comet blazed into your world.

You lean upwards, your hands resuming their placement on her ass. She stares, wide-eyed, unsure. You send your thoughts out to her - trust me - and her lips ease into a faint, halting smile. You finally understand the purpose of all those meaningless dalliances of your youth, when you fumbled over and finessed the techniques of love. They were all for her. All for this.

You draw your knees up and shift your pelvis. You feel for the swollen pearl of her clit against the top of your shaft. You have memorised its contours well, so well you could seek it out blind. Aurora is your favourite topic of study, a masterpiece you will never stop unveiling. And between the sheets, this gem is her centre. When you find it, you angle yourself so every surge of your cock will grind against it. She sucks in a breath, and you smile at the confirmation.

“Does this feel good?” 

As you thrust up into her, you push her hips down to swallow your length. A blush flares on Aurora’s cheeks, deep as the pink of her folds. You grit your teeth through the compulsion that engorges you, the tremors of need through your muscles. On the third stroke, she bites her lip and rolls her eyes back as she takes your fullness inside her.

Gods, you think to yourself. You cannot hold on much longer. One moan, one whimper, one gasp as she arches back, and you could let go and fall off the edge. 

You remind yourself that you must not. You must hold on for her.

“Take your pleasure, Aurora,” you rasp.

She moves slowly, tentatively, chasing after the movement you have set. You cup her breasts as they sway, pinching gently at her nipples, thumbing at the freckles nestled within their smooth, silky undersides. Rapt and voracious, you watch for signs of growing tension seeking release. A wrinkle appears between her eyebrows, the mark of laboured concentration. The drag of your cock inside her is an ache that rubs you raw. But there is a faltering in her rhythm as she rises and falls, a frown that betrays her mounting anxiety.

You realise, with horror, that she has slipped into a performance, and she feels she is failing.

She stops. “I'm sorry.” She looks away. “I'm not very good at this. I'm not sure-”

You lurch upwards to catch her words with your mouth. You speak your reassurance through the tender dance of tongues, the shield of your arms around her. You are furious with yourself, incandescent, to have put herself in this position. To have made her feel that she could do anything to let you down. It is unconscionable.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, moving back. “I didn’t mean-”

She cuts you off with an embrace. The force of it winds you. Aurora is small, but she is not weak. Her resolution has a firmness that has always stilled you. She nuzzles into your hair and neck, sealing tiny kisses along your Adam's apple. She soaks you in, and you are buoyed by the strength of her love, pure and unwavering. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You cannot ignore the sincerity in her voice. Her love is larger than your anger, greater than any foolish mistake you could make. Before her altar, you lay down the burdens of blame. You press your lips to her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks. You had wondered if it was all too much for her, if you should stop. But her fingers are ghosting over the base of your cock, and her mouth is almost greedy when she tilts your chin down to taste your moan.

“What feels good?” you ask, when you pull apart to breathe.

She struggles to answer. The question is a continual discovery, its waypoints not formed from words. But you know some of them already. You can remind her. 

“Does this feel good?”

You brush your lips across her fingers, widening your mouth as you take two, then three, into your wet warmth. You swirl your practised tongue into the space between them, sucking one in softly, the other more firmly. Her gaze darkens, the edge of her thumbnail bearing against your beard as it glistens with your spit.

You are wizards. It was not a surprise to discover your mutual love of fingers, those graceful channels of power and wonder. She had been surprised, at first, to find out all the secret spells they could cast. Her clear delight filled you with a fervent satisfaction. You know, as you press your fingers into her open mouth, that this will drive her wild. 

Her eyes wrench closed as her tongue glides down the length of your index finger, weaving and winding across, desperate for more. The shine of saliva on her chin mirrors the moisture that streams over your spasming cock as she licks and sucks with increasing hunger, whining as you plunge her digits deeper into your mouth. As you savour every inch and groove of her, your thoughts slow to a trickle. You are coming undone. 

She begins to rock, echoing the rhythm of your fingers. The flame of her desire burns over in tiny oscillations of her hips that shudder through your girth. Wider and stronger they grow, following the fierce current that takes hold of her, banishing all thought and doubt. You keen, her walls tightening and clenching as she flinches, the top of your shaft aching from the bulge of her clit and the friction that mounts as she rolls faster and faster into you. Her whimper rumbles through the pads of your fingers, and you hear the slick, heavy sounds of her arousal everywhere at once.

“Gale.” Her voice is torn with need and pleasure. “That feels so good.’

Her words are a spell. A door swings open inside you, breaking from its hinges. She senses it. Your hips snap of their own accord, thrusting to her quickening pace. All the love and lust within you gathers into the power between your legs, a roiling river ready to burst its banks. You gulp and suck, your teeth catching on her knuckles, your fingers pressing down on her flurrying tongue. She shakes as her wetness convulses around your surging cock, the twitching urgency of climax pulling her off the precipice. You gasp out a muffled cry, clinging to the last vestiges of the dam inside you as they splinter, one by one. She throws her head back and cries out your name.

You explode inside her. It is a shattering of every sensation that you have ever felt, an unleashing of yourself in bursts of blinding ecstasy. You spasm against her, a chaos of incoherent murmurs through the aftershocks of bliss. Your chest heaves, your vision fogs, your skin tingles against hers. And when your eyes meet again, a haze of awe and wonder cocoons you.

There are many things you want to say as you lie beside her. Her gaze is bright and gentle as sunlight on snow, her tousled hair a waterfall winding through your heart. You want to tell her that you love her with the fire of a thousand suns. That no night sky or grand illusion could ever hold a candle to her beauty. That she is your beginning and your end, and every instant with her is the most magical of revelations. But you do not. 

It is her moment. Her milestone. You sense the memories that ebb and flow within her, the tide of your love washing over her wounds. You listen to the lilt of her breathing, the swell of the sea, the drum of your heartbeat. Her robe and slip lie discarded on the floor as the morning wears on. You trace the footsteps of her freckles, while she maps out the drifting down on your skin. 

“I think I could do that again,” she says finally. Her smile is light with mischief. 

You grin as she melts into your arms.

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Got the (foolish lol) idea to go through some of the works I know give physical descriptions of at least some Trojan war characters and collate them. They aren't in alphabetic order, sorry, but the works/authors are colour coded, at least!

I'll do this in two parts; this one for Achaean characters, the next one for Trojans. Watch Philostratus fanboy over Palamedes and Protesilaos (why????) and marvel, when compared to basically everyone else's description, across all works!

Helen The Iliad: 'terribly does she seem like the immortal goddesses to look on' (spoken of her, not narration), divine/shining/noble among women In Hesiod and other works she is given the xanthos = blond/auburn/etc epithet Dares: Helen resembled Castor and Pollux. She was beautiful, ingenuous, and charming. Her legs were the best; her mouth the cutest. There was a beauty-mark between her eyebrows. (Castor and Pollux: they were twins, blond haired, large eyed, fair complexioned, and wellbuilt with trim bodies.) Malalas, Chronographia: full-grown, well-dressed, with fine breasts, white as snow, with beautiful eyebrows, a beautiful nose, shapely, curly-haired, blonde-ish, with big eyes, charming, with a beautiful voice, a formidable sight among women. She was 26 years old. Tzetzes, Antehomerica: white, with soft skin and beautiful eyebrows and nose. Her skin was so white and bright as if it was made of snow. She had lovely breasts and a pretty face; she had languishing and large eyes and a melodious charming voice; she had long, curly, blond hair; she was well-behaved and perfect in everything she did; she was a lot more beautiful than all the other women, just like the moon is brighter than all the stars in the sky. At that time she was twenty six years old.

Agamemnon The Iliad: '[…] tell me the name of this gigantic man. […] To be sure there are other men even greater in height, […] handsome, nor so majestic, for he seems a kingly man.' Dares: blond, large, and powerful. He was eloquent, wise, and noble, a man richly endowed. Philostratus, Heroicus: Agamemnon and Menelaos were alike neither in appearance nor strength. […] He looked majestic and magnificent and like the sort of person who offered sacrifice to the Graces. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: white, big, of a wide chin and dark hair. He was well-bearded, well-educated, resembling the blessed ones.

Menelaos The Iliad: xanthos = blond/auburn/bright, 'standing towered with his broad shoulders. Dares: moderate stature, auburn-haired, and handsome. He had a pleasing personality. Philostratus, Heroicus: Agamemnon and Menelaos were alike neither in appearance nor strength. […] [he] wore his hair boyishly long, as was the Spartan custom, and the Achaeans made allowance for him when he was visiting, since they did not mock those who came from Euboea even though their hair was ridiculously long. He says he conversed most easily and very concisely, mixing pleasant speech with his discourse. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: the bodily frame smaller [than Agamemnon]; he had a breadth, though. He had a red skin, dense beard and blond hair.

Odysseus The Iliad: 'lesser in height than Agamemnon […], but he seems broader in the shoulders and chest.' (Also shorter than Menelaos.) Dares: tough, crafty, cheerful, of medium height, eloquent, and wise. Philostratus, Heroicus: extremely skilled in public speaking and clever, but he was a dissembler, a lover of envy, and praised malice. His eyes were always downcast, and he was the sort of person who engages in self-examination. He appeared more noble than he was in military matters; surely he was not well versed in preparing for war, in commanding naval battles and sieges, or in drawing of spear and bows. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: middle-aged, pot-bellied, white, with plain hair, nose looking down and fiercely glaring.

Achilles Dares: a large chest, a fine mouth, and powerfully formed arms and legs. His head was covered with long wavy chestnut-colored hair. Though mild in manner, he was very fierce in battle. His face showed the joy of a man richly endowed. Philostratus, Heroicus: For Achilles' physique appeared startling and divine […] When he became an ephebe, a brightness radiated from his face, and his body was beyond natural size, since he grew more easily than do trees near springs. […] hair is thick, lovelier than gold, and becoming no matter where and how either the wind or he himself may move it. His nose is not quite aquiline, but almost so; his brow is crescent-shaped. The spirit in his eyes, which are bluish-gray, casts off a certain eagerness even when he is still; when he is rushing on, they spring out along with his purpose, and then he seems more lovely than ever to those who cherish him. (long hair until Patroklos dies) Tzetzes, Posthomerica: tall, of a beautiful chest, graceful in everything, white, of blond curly and thick hair. He had a big nose, melodious voice and the eyes of a woman. His glance was terrible, in a race was swift-footed; he had long legs and scanty beard.

Patroklos Dares: handsome and powerfully built. His yes were gray. He was modest, dependable, wise, a man richly endowed. Philostratus, Heroicus: Patroklos, although he was not much older than Achilles, was a divine and sensible man, […] In size and bravery he was between the two Ajaxes. He fell short of the son of Telamon in all things, but he surpassed both the size and bravery of the son of Locris. Patroklos had an olive complexion, black eyes, and sufficiently fine eyebrows, and he commended moderately long hair. His head stood upon his neck as the wrestling schools cultivate. His nose was straight, and he flared his nostrils as eager horses do. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: middle-aged, potbellied and well-bearded. He had blond hair, red skin and lovely face.

Ajax, the son of Telamon The Iliad: 'outstanding among the Argives in height and broad shoulders' ; repeatedly called only second to Achilles in everything but looks. Dares: powerful. His voice was clear, his hair black and curly. He was perfectly single-minded and unrelenting in the onslaught of battle. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: brave, great, quick, with a nice nose and curly hair; He had a dark skin; he was well-bearded and grim-looking. He was more beautiful than everybody, except for Achilles.

Ajax, the son of Oileus The Iliad: lesser [than Ajax the great] by far, for he was a small man […] Dares: stocky, powerfully built, swarthy, a pleasant person, and brave. Philostratus, Heroicus: appeared less intelligent [than Diomedes and Sthenelus] […] looking fierce, and throwing his long hair back Malalas, Chronographia: tall, strong, tawny, squinting, good nose, curly hair, black hair, thick beard, long face, daring warrior, magnanimous, a womanizer. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: tall and had bright eyes. He was nice, had long face and dark curly hair.

Diomedes Dares: stocky, brave, dignified, and austere. No one was fiercer in battle. He was loud at the war-cry, hot-tempered, impatient, and daring. Philostratus, Heroicus: steadfast and having eyes that are blue-gray and not black at all and a straight nose; his hair was woolly and dirty. […] modest upon rebuke, checked the eruption of his anger, and refused to insult the troops or to be disheartened. He himself considered it appropriate for an army to appear unwashed, and he commended sleeping in any opportune place; his provisions consisted of what was available, and he did not take pleasure in wine unless troubles came upon him. Diomedes and Sthenelos were the same age. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: [he had a] body that was worth of four young men. He was in good shape with a flat nose, narrow neck and blond hair.

Sthenelos Philostratus, Heroicus: a good size and towering, gray-eyed, with an aquiline nose, fairly long-haired, ruddy, and hot-blooded. […] lacked Diomedes' insight, his power of speech, and his patient endurance which belong to both soul and body. He gave way to anger, was contemptuous of the throng of battle, was savage upon being rebuked, and was prepared for a more delicate lifestyle than was needed for a military camp.

Nestor Dares: large, broad and fair. His nose was long and hooked. He was a wise adviser. Philostratus, Heroicus: (statue, but also the real man?) with a beard that is majestic and well-proportioned; his ears display what he went through at wrestling school, and his neck is restored to its strength. In truth, Nestor stands upright, not defeated by old age, with black eyes and without a drooping nose. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: big, had a nose looking downwards and a fiercely glaring. He had a long face, flame-coloured skin, blond hair and he was wise.

Antilochos The Iliad: Younger than the rest. Philostratus, Heroicus: Because Antilokhos was still young and not mature enough for war when they assembled at Aulis, his father did not agree to his wish to serve as a soldier. (he arrives in the fifth year.) For Achilles' physique appeared startling and divine, but that of Antilokhos seemed to all to be pleasant and gentle. […] Antilokhos resembled Nestor, but that he was swifter, trim in physique, and paid no attention to his hair. He gave me the following details about Antilokhos: He was most fond of horses and hunting with dogs. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: younger than the other Achaeans. Almost a boy, he was white, with a beautiful neck and a big nose. He was storm-footed, provoked fear with his eyes and a beard just sprouting. He was blond with beautiful hair and grey eyes.

Neoptolemus Dares: large, robust, and easily irritated. He lisped slightly, and was good-looking, with hooked nose, round eyes, and shaggy eyebrows. Philostratus, Heroicus: he was good-looking and resembled his father, but was inferior to him in the same way that beautiful people are inferior to their statues. Malalas, Chronographia: of good stature, good chest, thin, white, good nose, ruddy hair, wooly hair, light-eyed, big-eyed, blond eyebrows, blond beginnings of a beard, round-faced, precipitate, daring, agile, a fierce fighter. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: red hair, that's why many had called him Pyrrhus. He was of young age, white or somewhat grey, the colour of the milk; He had beautiful nose and chest, hair curly and was daring; He hadn't ever been hurt, embittered, reckless and of a too wild temper; Thin tiny hair was growing from his beard.

Palamedes Dares: tall and slender, wise, magnanimous, and charming. Philostratus, Herocius: So then in height he was the same as the greater Ajax; in beauty, Protesilaos says, he vied with Achilles, Antilokhos, Protesilaos himself, and with the Trojan Euphorbus. His soft beard was springing up and with the promise of curls; his hair was cut close to his skin; his eyebrows were noble, straight, and came together above the nose, which was perfect as a square and stately. The resolve of his eyes appeared unshaken and fierce in battles, but when he was at rest their gaze was full of comradely affection and affable; he also is said to have possessed the most marvelous eyes among mortals. And in truth, Protesilaos also says that when he was naked, Palamedes weighed halfway between an athlete and a lithe person, and that he had a toughness about his face that was much more pleasant than the golden locks of Euphorbus. Tzetzes, Antehomerica: He was tall, white, with his hair blond and filthy; he was slim and had a long face; he was a servant of wisdom and of Ares. His hair was blond and visibly dirty, because he didn't trouble himself with stupidities like his hair.

Podalirius Dares: sturdy, strong, haughty, and moody.

Nireus The Iliad: the most beautiful man to come beneath Ilion of all the Danaans, after blameless Achilles. Iphigenia in Aulis: repeats the 'most beautiful after Achilles' description.

Machaon Dares: large and brave, dependable, prudent, patient, and merciful.

Idomeneus The Iliad: Older than most of the rest, gray-haired. Malalas, Chronographia: above average height, dark-skinned, good eyes, well set, strong, good nose, thick beard, good head, curly hair, a berserker when fighting. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: quick, had a dark skin, of middle age. He had a short curly hair, wide chin and beautiful nose.

Meriones Dares: auburn-haired, of moderate height, with a well-proportioned body. He was robust, swift, unmerciful, and easily angered. Malalas, Chronographia: shortish, wide, white, good beard, big eyes, black hair, curly hair, flat face, bent nose, quick-moving, magnanimous, a warrior. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: short; he had wide shoulders and beautiful curly hair. He was white; he had crooked nose, nice chin, wide face.

Philoctetes Philostratus, Heroicus: his hair was gray because of age (he was about sixty years old), he was more vigorous than many of the young men, his gaze was most fearsome among mortals, his words most brief Malalas, Chronographia: a good height, well set, dark skinned, eyebrows meeting, brave, good eyes, good nose, black hair, hairy, sensible, accurate archer, magnanimous. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: tall, beautiful, of dark skin and with meeting eyebrows

Protesilaos Dares: fair-skinned, and dignified. He was swift, self-confident, even rash. Philostratus, Heroicus: He is about twenty years old at most. Because he sailed to Troy at such a young age, he has a full, splendid beard and smells sweeter than autumn myrtles. Cheerful eyebrows frame his eyes, which gives him a pleasant, friendly manner. When he exerts himself, he looks intense and determined. But if we meet him at ease, ah, how lovely and friendly his eyes appear! He has blond hair of moderate length. It hangs a little over his forehead rather than covering it. The shape of his nose is perfect, like the statue's. His voice is more sonorous than trumpets and comes from a small mouth. It is most enjoyable to meet him naked, since he is well built and nimble, just like the herms set up in race courses. His height is easily ten cubits, and it seems to me that he would have exceeded this had he not died in his early twenties. Tzetzes, Antehomerica: a lovely face and courage in his eyes; his hair was blond and long; his skin was smooth and dark; he was bold, graceful, with beautiful body and beard; he was vigorous, although much younger than Antilochus.

Calchas Malalas, Chronographia: short, white, all grey, including the beard, hairy, a very fine seer and omen-reader. Tzetzes, Posthomerica: small, white, thin and shaggy-haired. He had his hair grey in the front and white the rest of it.

[rainforest-daisies]

Day 26|Lingerie

Character: Maddy Perez x afab!reader

Tags: lingerie, insecurity, kinda hurt-comfort, praise, Maddy being a great girlfriend

A/n: guys me and Maddy are actually sapphic lovers, you GOTTA believe me🙏

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The bright red cloth laid against your soft skin, hands trembling with nervousness as maddy waited outside the bathroom. Your eyes scanned over every flaw in the mirror, picking at the lace of the panties, breath beginning to get ragged.

The sound of her voice made you jump, a gentle knock accompanying the soft words, “need any help, babe?” A lack of an answer prompted her to cautiously open the door, taking in the sight of your exposed body strapped in lace and frill. Her speechless features were quickly changed to worried ones as she saw the tears welling in your eyes, it broke her heart.

She quickly shuffled herself through the doorway, closing the heavy door behind herself, excited to get a closer look at your figure.

You saw flaws, dozens of them.

She saw a living goddess standing in her sight of view.

The silk nightgown that hugged her body brushed against your exposed skin as her arms wrapped around you, soft fabric causing goosebumps to form. A sweet smile graced her lips, the hand that rested on your jaw had began moving downwards. “I wish you saw your body the way I do.” her fingers made contact with your clit, drawing figure 8’s around it without any warning.

“And, I love looking at you when you moan out like this.” Her fingers sped up against your bud, intently watching each face of pleasure you made, “I love all of your curves, even the ones you don’t like.” Her finger trailed up the back of the garter strap, holding your body balanced by the back of your thigh, only a few feet from the cold counter.

“Especially the ones you don’t like.”

[isoldmysoulforcheese]

@godblessdilfs

We'll Make It Fit

Paring: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: Honestly, I didn't really have a specific season in mind

Summary: Daryl has a major size kink and you're the perfect size for him? 

Warnings: Smut, size kink, swearing, fingering, masturbation, grinding, and domination

Word count: 10,833

Daryl could barely pull his eyes from you, constantly observing how you interacted with him; the way he had to look down upon you, his eyes practically scanning over the top of your head whenever you conversed with him. He loved the fact that he could most likely wrap his arms all the way around your small stature, twice, if the two of you were to ever embrace. The significant size and height difference between the two of you always made his mind wander, wondering how you'd look pinned beneath him, moaning his name as he basically caged you between his forearms. The thought made his cock twitch from inside the confines of his pants.  

The solemn man quietly watched as you worked on perfecting your aim, practicing with his own crossbow by firing at a small, makeshift target that you had placed against the base of a tree. You had been doing fairly well, most of the arrows landing somewhere close to the bullseye, one even landing directly in the middle of the board.

He licked his lips, wetting his mouth as he observed you from across the blazing fire, the large weapon practically overweighing your figure as you trained. He had grown firm within his jeans once he had come across this realization, watching as you sometimes teetered upon the balls of your feet while you retrieved an arrow.

“Daryl,” you suddenly called out, drawing him from his thoughts as his eyes found their way to you “can you help me? I can't reach it.” 

You looked absolutely majestic according to Daryl; your hair was a slight mess, your locks sticking up in random directions and a bit frizzy, but the archer could only focus on the way it framed your face and hung over your chest, making you look like a renaissance depiction. Your eyes were sparkling, the orange glow admitted from the fire caused your irises to shimmer and shine from beneath your fluttering lashes. Shadows had formed all across your figure, accentuating all of Daryl's favorite features of yours: your sharp characteristics, glowing skin, and the lighting couldn't help but draw his eyes to your chest. The sweet smile inching upon your lips had the dark haired male in awe, his eyes faltering for a slight moment before a breeze blew across the small area. Your clothing began flowing in the wind, the fabric rippling across your body as thin strands of your hair began to flutter around your head. You looked like an absolute Goddess.

You pointed up towards the large plant placed behind you, attempting to present your problem to Daryl. His vision slowly trailed up your arm and climbed across your palm before finally landing upon the issue at hand. His eyes focused in the darkness, eyelids squinting as he noticed one of his arrows firmly stuck within the bark of the tree. You had attempted to retrieve it on your own, standing upon the toes of your shoes and even jumping, but it always remained just a few inches out of reach.

Daryl cleared his throat before rising from his seat across the fire, hoping the bulge placed beneath his clothing wasn't as prominent as he thought it was. 

He made his way around the crackling fire, dried leaves crunching below his weight as he trudged in your direction. Legs stretching beneath the mass of his body, knees slightly buckling for a moment as he approached you, becoming a bit nervous within your presence. As he passed by the fire, the blaze casted a feeling of warmth upon the left side of his figure, heat radiating through his arm and the rest of his upper body. The perfect mixture of the combined warmth admitted from the blaze and the slight coolness of the breeze engulfing him was almost heavenly. The room temperature gust glazing his skin caused him to reminisce upon the many summer nights he had spent laying upon the grass covered ground, gazing up towards the constellations placed above him.  

He finally arrived at the tall, looming tree; the only sound entering the domain of his ears was the noise of the leaves quivering from above him, the sound of the fire groaning behind the two of you, and the wind caused a slight howling to echo around both of you. The environment surrounding the two of you was extremely calming, almost making the reality of your current lives dissolve around you.

Without hesitation, Daryl leaned forward, one hand placed upon the left side of the tree, grasping the base with a firm grip in an attempt to steady himself as his other palm wrapped itself around the worn arrow. He had supplied you with a few of his old darts to practice with, to insure that you wouldn't lose or harm his trusty, pristine arrows. The ones he had given you were old, wooden darts, the tips worn down into blunt, painless points. The shaft of the arrows were thin and weak, threatening to give out at any moment. He felt the rough texture of the dart in between his fingers, his blunt nails digging into the skin of his palm as he obtained a death grip upon the weapon.

He was unaware of it then, but you hadn't moved before he arrived at his destination. The large male had practically trapped you between him and the tree, your body surrounded by his exposed biceps and you couldn't help but stare.

Your eyes traced his frame, fawning over the way he had positioned himself in front of you. Your vision landed upon his large upper body, his abdomen covered by a loose shirt and his leather vest, his torso swimming in the clothing while still giving you a perfect view upon the toned muscles hidden beneath the confines of his shirt. His abs caused the thin fabric to strain against his skin, a light outline of his stomach becoming visible to your naked eyes. The fire was casting shadows upon his exposed biceps in all the right ways, his muscles throbbing under the weight he was putting upon them. Your head turned, your eyes trailing up his limb until they landed upon his hands; the fingers upon his right hand were sprawled out upon the dark brown bark, gripping at the wood as he propped himself up upon his arms. His other hand firmly wrapped itself around the arrow, knuckles white as he held the dart, and for some reason, the sight made your underwear grow damp. His broad shoulders were drawn together, tense as he focused all his strength into retrieving his belonging. Your eyes darted down to the crotch of his pants, a habit you were extremely used to giving into, your brain going blank as you attempted to catch even just a glimpse of what may be lying underneath the thick fabric.

Finally, your vision found its way up to his face, your eyes landing upon the stern look drawn across his features: His eyes narrow, focusing upon the weapon wedged into the tree, his lips drawn together in a tight line, and his hair was dangling in front of his eyes, swaying and jerking with even the slightest of motion.

The way he looked right then, towering above you, made you grow even wetter.

“I really wanna kiss you right now, Daryl.” You admitted, staring up towards him.

The sudden noise startled the male, his head jerking downwards in an attempt to discover the exact location of the unexpected sound and who it may have possibly came from.

Had you always been standing there below him?

His eyes were weary once they landed upon you, frantically scanning your face as he finally yanked the dart from the tree. The arrow escaped from the tree with a muffled pop noise as he contemplated your words. Daryl knew this was everything he had ever wanted, to kneel down and kiss you, to place his hands upon your cheeks as your lips collided, but he knew that would only cause the problem between his legs to worsen. Even just the thought of it all had him painfully hard. 

The way you gazed up at him made his heart begin to pound within his rib cage, rattling around so harshly he was sure you'd be able to hear it. Your eyes were soft as your vision found its way down to his lips, circling around your desired target as you breathed through your nose. You looked so small below him, the sight of your tiny stature caged between his forearms had his jeans growing tighter around his waist. Your back was carefully pushed up against the tree, your body practically pinned between his own and the structure behind you.

Daryl was staring at you with a look of deep focus and concentration, like he was contemplating your very being. His eyes were glued to your pupils, like he could see your soul through the inky black holes. He was reading you, like a book, debating wether or not this was a good idea, if this was the correct decision to make. His harsh gaze caused you to grow embarrassed, a small pink hue growing across your skin as you became doubtful. Had you said the wrong thing? The fact that he actually had to think about his next choice was not a positive sign.

You suddenly placed your small hands upon his chest in an attempt to put your desired actions into motion, as the two of you had been standing there like that for a while, Daryl looking quizzically at you as you stared sheepishly back. The contact of your hands meeting his body made him crumble. The sight of your tiny palms sprawled out across his large chest and the heat of your bodies connecting made him pull his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting back a whimper. He was done for. He felt the arrow suddenly fall from his grasp, landing somewhere upon the ground and clattering among the leaves before he obeyed your request.

He leaned down, far enough to cause his back to strain as he let his hands find their way to your face. His large palms clasped around your cheeks, your skin burning within his grip as his mouth was placed upon yours. 

His hands upon your face felt magnificent; his calloused fingers gripping at your soft flesh sent sparks rushing through body. Even just the slight contact was enough to make you choke back a grin.

His lips were slow at first, his rough hands caressed your face as his mouth moved softly; his lips were doughy, warm, and plush while being pushed up against your own. Your mouths fit together perfectly, almost like pieces of a puzzle as he gracefully kissed you. His light facial hair poked and scratched at the skin upon your face as he practically swallowed you, breathing heavily from his nose, like he was too nervous to pull away just to inhale. Too scared he might possibly lose you, that you might change your mind about the entire thing in those fleeting moments.

His head dipped down further into your own as your palms snaked their way up his chest, finally feeling his toned body beneath his clothes, a connection you had been practically yearning for for months.

Your hands groped at his stiff abs and thorax, fingers digging at the rough fabric of his clothes, practically clawing at the man like a sex deprived maniac. You allowed your palms to dip down into the creases of his stomach, venturing their way through all the grooves and cracks littered upon his chest, his large muscles causing a slight moan to escape from your lips. One of which Daryl happily swallowed.

Once you were satisfied with your search upon his chest, the feeling of his abdomen beneath your finger tips forever burned into your mind, your hands slowly made their way up his body. You felt his heart pounding beneath his chest as your hands trailed towards his neck. The idea that he was even just the slightest bit nervous had a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Your palms momentarily grasped at his shoulders, feeling his buff build beneath your hands was satisfactory, loving the way his elbows dropped when you laid your hands upon him, relaxing underneath your touch before your hands finally rested upon his neck.

The skin covering his neck was soft, silky within your grasp, flesh practically begging you to scatter multiple different types of marks upon him: hickeys, love bites, small scratches, and more. If your mouth wasn't so busy tending to his own, you'd be occupying yourself by littering kisses down his jawline, sucking marks onto his neck, and licking long stripes upon his collar bones.

Your arms were now entirely stretched out in an attempt to wrap yourself around his nape, wanting to be closer to him, yearning to have your bodies pressed together as your chests heaved and your lips attacked one another. All you could smell was him, practically swimming in the scent radiating from his body as the shadow of his large stature blocked out all of your surroundings. He smelt of dirt, pine, and a hint of sap, most likely due to the many occasions he spent out in the wild, hiding among trees, scavenging within the dirt, and laying upon mounds of leaves. He had a strong, masculine aroma, one that was forming into a thick smog, a fog that caused your mind to grow hazy as you found yourself completely and utterly surrounded by him and his enticing affection.

You lifted yourself onto your toes, your back scrapping against the rough bark of the tree behind you as you attempted to get a better angle upon the man. All you desired to do was to become enveloped with in him, for his arms to become wrapped around you, his body to be desperately pressed up against yours, and for his face to melt into your own, mushing together as the two of you kissed. But your attempt to make yourself appear to be taller, to give the male better access to your jaw and throat didn't seem to make much of a difference, he was still just out of your reach, many inches away, causing your neck to strain and your mouth to extend in an embarrassing strive to gain better access to his own lips.

Daryl was still looming over you, his messy hair dangling against your forehead as he knelt down, his shoulder blades tense due to the awkward position he had to stand in. He was still just close enough to politely lay his lips upon your own.

Daryl was unaware that such a small action could affect his dick so much; at the realization that you were still much too short, even on your tippy toes, to successfully reach him caused him to groan into your mouth, cock twitching desperately within his trousers. Daryl dove forward, lust practically spilling from his pores as he began to make out with you. He was completely driven by his overpowering emotions as he pulled your face closer to his own, basically melding your lips together as his movements became erratic; his mouth was sloppy, lazily kissing you as he became too horny to really care, all he wanted to do was fuck you senseless. He had grown sick of watching you prance around, too short to do many things on your own, often requesting his assistance while reaching something from the top shelf or to retrieve an arrow that had became lodged within a tree. He was done admiring the way you appeared to fit perfectly upon his lap, imagining the way you'd look laid upon his chest while his arms snaked tightly around you. But most of all, he was tired of jerking off to the thought of you every night, grinding against his pillow in an attempt to feel some sort of relief. He needed a taste of the real thing.

Daryl momentarily pulled away, your lips embarrassingly chasing his own as he did so, yearning for his affection. It had grown quiet once more as the two of you gazed upon one another.

The male was admiring the way your lips had become swollen, eyelids heavy and pupils lust blown as you stared up at him, waiting patiently for him to make his next move. His eyes focused on the way you licked your lips, preparing yourself for his next, ravenous make out session as you gazed upon his own beauty; the way his face had turned a slight pinkish color had you screaming within your head, his eyes hazily staring down at you like he was completely smitten with you. His mouth had turned slightly swollen as well, his lips covered in saliva due to your mouths messily clashing moments prior. He was blinking slowly, just taking his time to admire your love struck appearance.

Your hands were still placed comfortably around his neck, lightly playing with the corse hairs at the back of his head as his own palms grabbed at your face, fingers drawing light circles upon your skin as he struggled to keep his hands in place; he was having a war within his mind, using every ounce of self control left within his body to make sure his touch didn't waver, staying glued to your magnificent face instead of gliding upon the curves of your body.

“I wanna," he paused, his eyes dark as he stared down upon you, selecting his words wisely "I needa fuck ya.”

His tone was dominant but also quiet, slight desperation laced within his voice. It was an understatement to say that Daryl desperately needed you, he had never met someone who fit his personal type so perfectly: You were short, much smaller than the hunter, practically minuscule compared to himself. You were thin, tiny enough for Daryl to constantly day dream about dominating you, grabbing you by your wrists and contorting your body into any position he desired. He wanted to hold you down as he fucked into you, his head buried into the crook of your neck, giving him the ability to hear all the whimpers and moans, every possible noise, that escaped from the confines of your mouth. Your measurements were practically flawless for every act he even thought of taking part in. He had never laid his eyes on anything as perfect as you. You were the epiphany of Daryl's wet dreams.

"Please." You responded, your voice breathy as you spoke.

Daryl groaned, your vocalization sending a slight shiver down his spine, the sound of you begging for him was intoxicating, he needed to hear it again.

His hands jolted towards the hem of your pants, a sudden movement that caused you to flinch as a reaction, eyes wide as you held back a yelp. You weren't expecting such hasty movements from the mysterious male, an action that caused your heart to immediately start pounding in fear, but his desperate activities only caused your legs to grow weak below you, trembling under your weight.

Your eyes flicked down to his fingers, his hands working frivolously upon the button of your jeans, his sweaty palms radiating a hot warmth onto the skin beneath your clothing. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the male had grown frantic, yearning to be inside you as soon as physically possible. Too excited to move slowly for even just a few moments. He fumbled with the small, metal circle upon your pants, wiggling it around until he successfully freed it from its confines. You were quick to do the same, your hands rapidly traveling down his body, sliding against his large shoulders, grazing his chest, skimming his torso, and momentarily pausing upon the waist band of his trousers, taking in the moment, doing your best to burn the image in your head: Your hands upon the hem of his jeans, fingers dipping under into the depths of his pants, and the outline of his painfully hard cock visible even in the dim firelight. You stared for a moment before finally placing your fingers upon zipper of his pants, eagerly trying to keep up with his swift movements.

When your palm grazed the rough material of his jeans, you felt your skin ghost over his aching hard on, pulsing beneath his clothing. All you wanted to do was palm him through his pants, grope and grab at him until he was a whimpering mess below you, but, you quickly decided it would be much more enjoyable if you were to just free the two of you from your restricting clothes and fuck like animals instead. You heard a slight moan escape from the mans lips as your fingers skimmed across his member, pleasure quickly coursing though Daryl's body due to even just the lightest touch.

You felt yourself clench around nothing as you observed the sheer size of him, the addition of his deep groan as a reaction to just the smallest of contact caused you to grow even more desperate. He was thick enough to leave a very prominent outline of his shaft through his pants and he was long enough to make tiny, doubtful thoughts begin racing through your head.

Once you swallowed the knot within your throat, one you didn't even know existed until that moment, your hands began working swiftly upon the button of his own jeans, trying not to crumble under the pressure of his tense stare, his eyes practically burning holes into the top of your head as you felt his hot breath spill across the sweaty skin of your forehead. Having Daryl as your audience was making you becoming increasingly shy with every second that went by, hands beginning to shake as you struggled with the surprisingly intricate button of his pants.

He was the first to tare your jeans from your body, ripping them down your legs before you could even successfully undo his fly. You felt the cool, spring air pool across the exposed skin upon your thighs as Daryl dropped your pants, letting them fall around your ankles. The hunter had auspiciously removed your bottoms enough for you to be able to entirely rid of them, kicking the article of clothing from your body. Your jeans landed somewhere behind Daryl, clattering among the leaves, sticks, and dirt as they slid across the ground, although you couldn't exactly spot their exact location as the males large frame was blocking your vision.

Goosebumps began to appear across your body, growing upon your exposed legs and littering your flesh with small, round bumps. Your limbs began to tremble due to the howling wind when you finally freed his zipper, the small piece of metal grinding against the teeth of his pants with a loud zippp noise, a sound that echoed throughout the woods around you, reverberating off of every, surrounding tree. With that, you happily wrapped your hands around the waistband of his jeans, your nimble fingers swiftly pushing both his pants and boxers downwards against his hips, just enough to reveal his throbbing dick.

You marveled down at his appendage: the tanned skin was littered with veins, pulsing and palpitating with anticipation. The tip was pink, flustered and agitated from the lack of attention Daryl had been receiving in that moment, yearning for any sort of physical contact. Your eyes traced the light hairs that framed his cock, patches of curls making their way up his body, forming a happy trail that disappeared into the depths of his wrinkled shirt.

His cock had been struggling against the rough material of his jeans for a long while now, begging for relief as he stared down upon you, and even just being exposed to the crisp air had his mind reeling.

He was large, so much so that his size practically terrified you.

Without hesitation, you, instinctually, dragged the pad of your thumb down the large, decorative vein that ran across the underside of his shaft, an action that you had put no thought into, your hands practically moving on their own. It was warm to the touch, his member practically burning in the clutch of your hand as you gaped down at him, swallowing another lump within your throat as you grew weary of his size. Daryl let out a shaky breath as pre-cum practically spilled from his sensitive head, his cock twitching in response to your movements, lighting bouncing, yearning for more affection from your delicate hands.

"I-" you paused, a deep heat spreading across your cheeks as you spoke, the words about to tumble from your mouth causing you to grow increasingly embarrassed "I don't know if it will fit."

Your honesty made a wave of pride wash over Daryl, crashing down upon his face causing a smirk to inch across his plush lips. You thought he was big, you had just exclaimed a sentence he had been dying to hear you speak sense the moment he met you. Your words only added to his debilitating arousal, playing into his crippling size kink as the thought of you stuffed with his large cock crossed through his mind.

"We'll make it fit."

With that, he brought his hands down to your exposed underpants; he placed the pad of his finger upon your clothed clit, his skin quickly collected the wetness that had soaked into the cloth. You let out a small whimper, resisting the over powering urge to rut your hips down against him, to grind your core into his strong hands as he grunted deeply, the feeling of you being absolutely soaked for him, even after such minuscule actions, only urged him further.

He began creating small circles against your underwear with his digits, tiny, tight movements upon your clit, not too fast but not too slow either. You let out an unexpected moan due to his actions, one you didn't know you were holding; the sound waves traveled through his ears and shot straight between his legs, his cock uncontrollably twitching.

His free hand made its way to your clothed chest, his fingers traveling from your cheek down to your neck, lightly caressing your jawline before hastily sliding over your collar bones until his palm landed upon one of your breasts. His hand was large compared to your boob, his entire palm engulfing your skin as he held it in within his grasp. His hand cover the entirety of your breast, making it seem minuscule in his clutch as he rolled it within his palm. While his other hand was still occupied with your crotch, the one placed upon your chest began to move as well, the pad of his thumb beginning to create rough circles upon your clothed chest, the movements of his hands synced with one another, his fingers beginning to move at the same pace while applying the same amount of pressure.

His hands were all over you, touching you as pleasure coursed through your body, it was practically unbearable. This was the sort of contact you had only ever experienced within the confines of your extremely depraved dreams, or during the scenarios you had created during the nights you were left wide awake, yearning for the biker to be on top of you, relentlessly rearranging your insides. Your legs were threatening to give out as he fondled your chest, his thumb caressing your hard nipple hidden beneath your clothing while his other hand worked at your crotch, adding the perfect amount of pressure onto your pulsing clit. You had successfully become soaked, clenching around nothing as the rough texture of his skilled fingers grinded against your pussy. Possibly much wetter than you had ever been before.

Although you had been watching his hands intensely, observing them as they caused your body to convulse and twitch uncontrollably, you momentarily allowed your eyes to flick up towards his face, scanning his features, only to find his dark orbs already doing the same to you.

His eyes were focused upon your face, watching every expression and reaction you had to his actions, picking up upon all of your positive responses, such as pleasure filled moans or excited whimpers, while also noticing all of your negative feedback, such as grit teeth or sharp hisses. All of which were strides towards making this the best night of your entire life.

Plus, he absolutely adored watching you crumble beneath the control of his finger tips.

His mouth was drawn into a thin line, a slight smirk pulling upon the corner of his lips as he observed you. His eyes were surprisingly soft and caring as he stared down upon you, although his irises were still dark, pupils blown extremely wide as a reaction to the show you were putting on from below him. His skin had grown a blotchy reddish color, a reaction due to the extremely strong arousal plaguing both his mind and body. There was also a thin sheet of sweat glazing over his flesh due to his rigorous movements, his hair sticking to his forehead like glue as his hands wandered the vast land of your body.

"Y-You said you were gonna f-fuck me." You struggled with your words, your voice shaking as his, seemingly magical, fingers didn't falter.

He let his palms fondle you a moment longer, one hand rolling your breast within his grasp as the other dragged the pointer and middle finger through your wet folds. It was like he was unable to remove his palms from you, and you couldn't deny it, seeing the way Daryl got all worked up due to simply pleasuring you, cock painfully hard, pre-cum beading down his shaft, and a lust filled look written all across his face, it was practically intoxicating.

With one last moan admitted from you, finally satisfied with his work, he removed his hands from your crotch and boobs, palms traveling down the soft skin of your legs until they landed upon the outside of your thighs. With every new inch of your body he seemed to explore, waves of fulfillment and rapture flowed pleasurably through your veins. His fingers frolicked upon the soft flesh of your thighs; he rolled the skin between his fingers, rubbing his palms across your limb, and even slapped you a few times, drawing his arm back before launching it downwards, placing a firm strike upon the meat of your thighs. You yelped with every hit he placed upon you, a stinging sensation pooling across your leg, but the pain was also quite pleasurable, excitement bursting through your body every time the male smacked you.

Daryl smiled to himself, enjoying the way your thighs jiggled beneath his finger tips, waves appearing upon your skin as the fat of your leg moved relentlessly beneath your flesh. With every moan that escaped your mouth, he smiled to himself, adoring the way you happily accepted any sort of touch from him, wether it be him kissing you, fingering you, or even when he left welts across your skin. He observed as light, red handprints began to form upon your legs, large, pink splotches littering your thighs.

Due to your drastic size difference, there were some precautions Daryl was gonna have to take to guarantee this was an extremely pleasurable experience for the both of you.

Finally, his fingers grasped harshly upon the skin of your thighs, his rugged hands feeling almost heavenly upon the soft flesh of your legs, causing you to savor every moment his hands were placed upon you. He was holding your outer thighs with force, gaining a tight grip upon your legs before finally hoisting you up. His forearms began to strain as he did so, back tensing as he let out a gruff grunt as he elevated you. Your back slid against the tree as you began to levitate, slightly scratching your spin but it wasn't painful enough for you to ever think about requesting for Daryl to stop. Once you were lifted so you were placed at eye level to the male, he caged your body between his own and the shrub placed behind the two of you.

He had a knee placed below you in an attempt to relieve some tensity from his two arms that were still placed upon your legs; you were basically sitting politely upon his thigh, feet dangling off the ground as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, a strive towards keeping yourself steady and balanced. Your torsos crashed together, your breasted pushed promptly against his chest, the warmth of his stomach radiating upon your own as you cuddled further into his grasp. Your faces were mere inches away, your eyes glued to one another and the tips of your noses brushing together as you felt the weight of his cock press against the inside of your soft thigh.

The close proximity shared between the two of you caused fireworks to explode within your mind, butterflies appearing inside your stomach as your mind went hazy. You took a deep inhale of his rustic scent, a smell that formed some sort of smog, fogging up your vision as your eyelids became heavy, his aroma practically erased all of your senses as you instinctually wrapped your legs around his waist, yearning to close the small amount of space between the two of you.

Your crotches suddenly collided together, Daryl's dick slipping between your clothed folds, causing you to grind into his warm shaft.

"God." Daryl groaned out before letting his head fall upon your shoulder.

The two of you continued upon your endeavor, your pussy coating Daryl in a thick layer of wetness as he began to lazily rut himself against you; his mind was also reeling as well, all of his previous thoughts dissipating into seemingly nothingness before being replaced by the deep desire to cum inside your aching crotch. Your bodies began to move in sync, hips thrusting against one another as you rolled your waist against his own. Daryl's hands glided up to the part of your legs where you thighs met your ass, fingers sliding into the deep, warm crevice before giving the skin placed there a harsh squeeze. You let out a surprised gasp as he did so, your body melting into his own as he let out a few grunts into the crook of your neck.

"Daryl, p-please." You whined, unable to participate in the desperate foreplay much longer.

A groan emerged from the depths of his throat in response to your pleading, loving the sound of your melodious voice slightly begging for him. The idea that you were so desperate for his dick, cock hungry as you grinded into his shaft, made his member twitch, nearly coming prematurely.

His movements suddenly stilled due to both your vague request and the way he had seemed to instantaneously become dangerously close to his finish. You let out a frustrated whine, quickly missing the way his body rutted against your own and the feeling of his exhausted breaths being released upon your shoulder, but the idea of the depraved actions, and any other sort of touch that he would be sure to leisurely grant you, that were soon to ensue only caused you to quickly snap your jaw shut.

He slowly lifted his head, the look he was supporting was absolutely adorable upon him: His ocean blue eyes were heavy, lashes fluttering slowly as he blinked, his skin was a warm, a crimson red, and his hair was a total mess, sticking up in all different directions.

He freed one of his hands, sliding his fingers out from underneath your ass before his palms made their way to your crotch. He made sure to let his hands wander for a moment, feeling the barren expanse of your legs as his fist practically engulfed your thigh, his fingers covering the entire top of your leg.

Once his fingers met your soaking pussy, he placed his hand upon your underwear, giving your core one more grind of his palm before his fingers inched their way across your crotch, searching for the edge of your underwear. He felt the fabric underneath his skin, rubbing the cloth between his digits before successfully pulling the garment to the side.

It was becoming increasingly evident that he did not intend to take his sweet old time with you, considering the blatant facts that the two of you were still half dressed, neither of you had taken the time to lay down upon the ground, instead he just pressed your body against the structure behind you, too exhilarated to even think of finding some sort of shelter, and now he wasn't even planning on removing your underwear, just swiftly moving it aside, enough to let his cock have access to your aching crotch. And normally, if this had been any other male, it would be a major turn off, a guy too self indulged to take a moment to account for your needs. But with Daryl it seemed to have the exact opposite effect:

Daryl was too enliven to simply remove a small article of clothing, cock painfully hard as he prepared for you to take his dick; he was going to extract what he wanted from you, he was going to make you bounce upon his dick until you were panting his name as he came all across your walls. He was gonna use you to get off, to pleasure himself. The entire idea had your clit throbbing, entrance clenching around nothing as your crotch dripped, practically begging for him to just fuck you senseless already.

Daryl brought his fingers to your moist folds, without your clothing as the means of some sort of protection, for the first time; he held back a joyful sigh as he collected a large amount of your wetness for some form of lubricant, fingers teasing around your sensitive clit and dipping about half an inch inside of you before smuggling removing his hand. 

The male twitched between his legs, the feeling of your pussy finally being revealed to the pads of his finger tips was celestial; he loved the way you involuntarily rutted yourself against his hands, adoring the way you needfully clenched around his fingers, and how wet you were for him drove him crazy. In that moment, all he wanted to was to slide his thick fingers deep inside of you before fucking you with his digits until you couldn't walk properly.

"All this for me?" He spoke, his voice both raspy and extremely sexy.

Even during the brief moments his hands were inside you, you practically melted right then and there upon his lap. His fingertips satirizing your clit caused a wave a pleasure to wash over you, your back arching against his body, levitating upon the tree as you desired more, yearning for him to make you crumble beneath his dominating touch. Up until that moment, you were unaware that such a small amount of affection could cause your body to have such a large reaction.

"Mhmm." You purred in response.

It was an undeniable fact that you were in fact this soaked for the archer standing in front of you.

You watched achingly as he brought his hand down to his crotch. Jealous as he rewarded himself with multiple swift pumps upon his cock, dragging his hand up and down his shaft, even rolling his palm against his throbbing tip, to ensure that he had completely laced himself in your wetness. His hips began to slightly buck into his grasp as he too was very sensitive and extremely sex deprived, silently begging for any sort of release.

Watching Daryl Dixon jerk off, his head throw back, his mouth left agape, and his hand gliding with experience upon his cock was a sight you had only dreamed of.

Finally, he gripped the base of his member, steadying himself as he lined his cock up with your core, hair dangling in his face as he did so. The sensation of his large and blunt head pocking and prodding at your dripping entrance was enough to make you want to roll your hips down onto him, to take him prematurely, due to the mixture of both your unbearable amount of desire for the male and the feeling of his warm rod rubbing against your pussy.

You let out a strangled moan as he began to push into you, almost without warning. The thick girth of his head was enough to make you squirm beneath him, eyes squeezing shut as he slid further; you could feel every vein, ridge, and mole placed upon his dick as he entered you, your body detecting the small heartbeat that pounded throughout his member, and most of all, you could feel him stretching you out. He was expanding your pussy like you had never felt before, a sensation that made a sharp pain jolt through your lower body, causing you to feel as though you were an unexperienced virgin who had never felt the sensation of a man filling you with his cock.

His length was causing a severe agony to be inflicted upon your body; you bit your lip, holding back a slight squeal in fear of appearing as though you couldn't handle his dick, but you were becoming increasingly unsure how much more of him you could induce without fainting, pondering upon the fact that you may not live through this amount of penetration. Your insides were begging for mercy as he entered you, warning your brain of the large intrusion by throbbing intensely, your pussy urticating between your legs.

But, Daryl was receiving almost the exact opposite sensation: your soft, warm, and wet walls were luring him in, an invitation he couldn't seem deny as he began to lose control of himself. His animalistic instincts kicking in, the demon upon his shoulder beckoning him to fully enter you with one singular, and swift, thrust of his hips. It was taking every ounce of self control left within him to fight off the voices within his head as your walls throbbed around him, tightening and clenching around his shaft as he slowly plunged into you, knowing the sheer pain he was able to inflict with such a large package.

"Daryl!" You suddenly yelped out.

You thought you would be able to manage until he was successfully buried deep inside of you, pulsing and twitching against your wet insides. You expected to be able to control the pain until it was an appropriate time to express your need for a break, but you were proven wrong, his member was just way too much to receive all at once.

Your entrance was burning, twinging due to the massive stretch you had recently endured as tears brimmed your eye lids, threatening to spill down your face if he were to continue with his exertion.

"A-are you almost i-in?" You spoke once he finally stilled "I think you're gonna kill me."

Although the end of your sentence was a sad attempt at an awkward joke, even punctuated with a tense and breathy chuckle, the redneck took your words literally. The male peaked his head down towards the junction at which your bodies had become connected, studying the remote area before glancing back up towards you, a blank look upon his face as he muttered the words:

"Bout half way."

You let out a hopeless and frightened whimper in response to his words, gritting your teeth as the water began to fall, your eye lids collapsing like an overflown dam. The salty tears split against your eyelashes before spilling down your cheeks, the cool water beading across your hot skin as it finally ended upon your chin, dripping from your jawline before landing upon the males exposed arms.

The way you were struggling to undergo the effects of his dick shouldn't have turned Daryl on as much as it had; he loved the way he stretched you out, large enough to practically tear you in half as a look of pure amazement appeared across your face, the breath being knocked from your lungs as you stared up at him. His cock began to uncontrollably throb as you started to quietly sob, thighs shaking around him due to the pressure between your legs. Another action that shouldn't have effected Daryl the way it had, seeing you cry due to his size only played into his fantasies even more.

You now had your eyes closed, pinching them shut due to a mix of embarrassment and the extreme pain still continuing to course through your body, webbing down your legs. Your tears warmed your face as you did your best to pull yourself together, trying not to spoil the moment by inhaling long, deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself, before you felt a large, wet blot appear upon your cheeks.

The unexpected connection caused you to jump, Daryl's hot and familiar breath pooled across your face as the unknown object began to move across your skin, following the trails your sobs had left upon your flesh.

He was licking away your tears, actually lapping up the salty tracks left brewing upon your face.

His patchy facial hair tickled your skin as he pulled his mouth up your face; his lips were wet, tongue leaving behind more moisture upon your cheeks than your own tears had. His mouth licked at your jawline, carefully collecting every droplet of water before happily swallowing, an action that momentarily made you forget about the numbness growing between your legs.

He was seriously diving down and lapping up your tears.

Once your face was entirely stripped clean of your tears, Daryl's kitten licks leaving a small grin drawn across face while also causing your abdomen to relax, your body perched attentively upon the inches he had inserted into you. The pain much less prominent as you had grown acquainted with his size, your legs slightly shook due to the pressure placed between your thighs but that was about it.

Daryl had studied your face for a few seconds, scanning your features for any sign of malaise or tenderness, but once he come to the conclusion that you were more than ready to receive him once again, due to the twinkle in your eyes in the way your hands gripped at the back of his head, he began to slide into you once more.

He was much hastier with his movements this time around, understanding that taking it slow and steady would most likely cause your body to writhe with discomfort once more, repeating the entire process over again, so he just bottomed out inside of you almost instantaneously.

You let out a surprised shriek due to the hunters actions, a shock of agony shooting through your body momentarily, although it was much more bearable than before. You felt completely filled up once he had finally steadied himself; his thick member pulsing between your tight walls and his blunt tip pushing against the far barriers of your insides caused you to feel overfilled by him, like at any second he would cause you to burst open as his dick was making you feel a sensation you had never received before.

Daryl paused for a couple minutes, reading the expressions upon your face as you received so many contradicting emotions at once:

At first, your features exclaimed a mixed look of revelation and disbelief; your eyes were wide, still red and glossy due to the tears that had previously filled them, your jaw had also fell slack, mouth left agape as your breath became caught within your throat. You were left in complete and utter shock as the male practically forced himself inside you, your pussy doing its best to alter its placement so you could adequately accept his throbbing cock.

As your crotch contorted and warped itself under the imprint of the hunters dick, your face began to morph as well: your eyes squinted together and you grit your teeth as you helplessly clenched around him. You were mewling beneath him, hands falling to his chest before you gripped at his shirt, an attempt to find any sort of support, trying to pull your body back down to Earth as his cock had caused your vision to be filled with stars.

Daryl was twitching relentlessly due to the position you sat upon his shaft, the way you were struggling and slightly floundering upon his member but still pushed through the slight pain and endured him caused his breath to fall short; his inhale becoming caught within the depths of his throat as he practically overflowed with the passionate feeling of arousal, a smirk falling across his lips.

Your crotch practically engulfed him, walls dripping around his length as you mindlessly clenched and unclenched upon him. Daryl had never felt something more perfect in his life, the way your velvet insides caressed him only made him desire more, he wanted to push into you until there was no indication of his cock left. Your warmth pooled around him, beckoning him further as he was surrounded entirely by your perfect pussy, a feeling that almost made him cum on the spot.

He waited until you had calmed upon his dick once more, until you stopped stirring upon him and instead began to lightly wriggle around him, signaling you were finally ready to be relentlessly fucked by the male, thats when he started moving.

With the first few thrusts you received from the archer, you slightly wiggled and squirmed upon his cock, not used to such a large intrusion pounding away at your walls. You let out a strangled whine as he bucked into you at a medium pace, his worn shirt still laced between your fingers as your eyes grew wide, a reaction to the pain, mixed with a slight, growing pleasure, you were receiving from his trembling hips. A view that sent Daryl spiraling; he loved watching as you struggled upon his cock, adoring the way you happily took all of him even through white knuckles and grit teeth. He continued to stretch you out, unlike anyone else ever had. Every clash of your hip bones seemed to knock the breath from your lungs as you stared up at the male.

Daryl had somehow resisted the over powering urge to toss his head backwards, instead forcing himself to keep his eyes laid upon you, to observe you as he rearranged your insides; his hair was dangling in front of his dark eyes, irises that had been reduced to small, black slits as he gazed down at you as though you were his prey and he was the predator. His bottom lip had been drawn tightly between the top row of his teeth as he grunted out from above you, a light red hue was glowing across his skin, blotching his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, even cascading down the flesh of his neck.

"Ya take my cock so good." He uttered, his voice gruff and raspy, a deep tone that shot straight down to your pussy.

You moaned in response as your cunt clenched desperately around his length, a small jolt of pleasure coursing through your abdomen as a result to his extremely sexy words. You had let out a vulgar and practically pornographic groan in regards to his sentence, a moan that entered Daryl's ears and echoed within his brain before it reverberated through his body before settling upon his impossibly hard dick. That was a noise he would never forget, a sound that would become etched into his brain so he could listen to it like a broken record during his lonely nights, starved of your touch.

"No ones ever takin my cock as good as ya." He exclaimed gruffly as he began to quickly roll his hips into you.

The new angle he had achieved caused waves of pleasure to crash down upon you, his hips flowing like the tides of the ocean, his torso tilted upwards, brushing against the perfect spot placed deep within you, and his hands settled upon your hips, helping you bounce slightly upon his dick. Sudden, the pain you were receiving before practically disappeared, diminishing within your insides as you rotated your hips in rhythm with his own, your mind growing much too busy focusing upon the overwhelming satisfaction to notice the slight stinging still left frolicking within you.

The two of you began moaning, your voices joining like a melodious symphony as he continued to roll his hips into your own, his thick cock basically caressing your insides as you let your head fall into the crock of his neck. You released all of your whimpers and whines into his shoulder, his sweat glazed skin muffling your beautiful noises as Daryl struggled to keep his own voice at bay.

The way you were placed beneath him drove Daryl mad, your thin figure curled up against his own, much larger one, your head placed upon his neck, giving him access to hear all of the candied noises that tumbled from your lips, granting him the ability to memorize every sound that came from your mouth. Your voice was like hunny to his ears, sweet and smooth as it entered his head, his hips stuttering with every whimper that bellowed from you, and every time you cried out into his flesh, he responded with one of his own, gravely groans as you clung helplessly to his frame.

It was becoming much more noticeable that neither of you were going to last much longer as he continued grinding his waist against your own, going delirious due to the way you had became trapped between himself and the tree. Your body was intoxicating to the male, borderline addictive as he imagined himself worshiping you like a Goddess everyday, for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, the male pulled back, sliding out of you until only his tip remained within the chambers of your pussy. He maneuvered himself into a new position, adjusting his body so he was aimed slightly more to the left before he bagan to animalistically fuck into you; his movements were rough, erratic, and fast as he started pounding into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure from the depths of your vocal cords as he repeatedly grunted, thrusting your frame into the tree supporting you. You don't even have the ability to focus upon the bark currently mangling your back, both your mind and body too distracted with the way the hunter ravished you as though you were the first women he had ever graced.

"Yeah?" He said, his voice soft and comforting within the confines of your ears "Ya like tha?"

With a simple lift of your head, all you could do was weakly nod; your head bouncing with each thrust of his hips you received as you let out a frail "Yeah."

Suddenly, his movements grew much slower, his hips still thrusting within in you but at a much steadier pace compared to before, his grinds short and extremely drawn out.

Disappointment washed over you as the most heavenly experience was practically ripped from your body, your core yearning to be filled by his brutal attacks once more. You let out a whine, a long, protracted mewl in protest, begging for his experienced dick once more by rotating your hips down and around him.

Daryl was fast to react to your sounds, quickly shushing your cries by snaking his hand up your body, fingers dancing up your waist, across your hard breasts, over your warm neck, and tickling your jawline before he placed a firm hand upon your mouth. As his hands gripped at your face, fingers curling into your cheek bones, your eyes roll back into your head.

Your mind was screaming at his actions, your previous moan cut short as you felt his sweaty palm against your lips, forcefully hushing your disheartened groans. Your eyelids lulled momentarily before your irises fell back to Earth, landing upon the concern laced look etched upon the males face:

His eyes were focused, wide as he looked to his side, neck straining as he examined the area surrounding the two of you. His head craned, attempting to peer behind him before his thrusts began once more, returning to their previous state as his vision gravitated back towards you. His movements were quickly restored to their former condition, rough and feral as he pleasured himself deep within you.

"Can ya be quiet for me, sweetheart? Jus for one moment. I think I heard somethin."

You nodded profusely, quick to cut off a muffled moan from beneath his fingers, springing at the opportunity to obey his hasty orders. Although his words were a bit unsettling, insinuating that there was the possibility that some sort of threat was in your vicinity, he still continued with his abuse upon your pussy, slamming into you with so much force, you were surprised the tree hasn't collapsed beneath you thus far.

You occasionally let out stifled yelps, biting back various moans at his sudden actions, your insides growing numb due to do the overwhelming amount of pleasure as you began to creep up upon your inevitable high.

Daryl, still studying the environment surrounding the two of you, was extremely unaware of your climax that was creeping up on you at an increasingly fast rate. His thrusts continued upon the edge of torturous, hips unfaltering as he pounded into you, still scrutinizing the woodland area the two of you were engulfed within.

Your abdomen was clenching, a large amount of pressure began to grow deep within your stomach, like at any moment, with one finally snap of his hips, you would break, your pussy would convulse around him as you clenched upon his cock. The tension deep within your torso was tight, threatening to burst at any moment as your eyes frantically darted towards his arms, an attempt at fending off your finish for just a moment longer, never even dreaming for this moment to come to an end.

You could feel a screamed moan daring to bubble from within your throat as you teetered upon the edge of your orgasm, his pulsating limbs did not appear to be a good distraction; his muscles were reverberating, throbbing under the strain of cradling you as he violently fucked you. His skin was glistening with sweat, the thin glaze of perspiration gleaming under the starlight as his upper arms appeared to be extremely tense, his forearms stiff as his shoulders rolled beneath his hypnotizing movements.

You relentlessly clenching around him was what drew Daryl from his trance, his head rotating slowly as his vision finally traveled back to you. When your eyes met, he could tell, almost immediately, that you were on the trail of crashing down upon your high; the way your eyes were threatening to roll back into the depths of your eye sockets, the way your hips swayed in motion with his own, and how your entrance endlessly clenched around him. It was a view that would be engraved within the depths of his memory.

"Ya gonna cum for me?" He asked, his words ringing throughout your head, echoing within your ear canals.

All you could do was let out a muffled moan against his palm in response.

"Gonna cum round my cock?"

Once again, you punctuated his words with a rewarding whimper.

The male remained mute momentarily, adoring the way you whined from beneath his palm as you practically begged him to let you cum. He loved watching you writhe underneath his dictatorship, fighting off your own orgasm as you patiently awaited his next order. Once he was satisfied with the duration he had made you suffer, he finally spoke:

"Then do it for me, girl."

With that, he removed his hand from your face, smirking as he prepared himself to receive every howl of gratitude that was emitted from your mouth.

As soon as he removed his fingers from your lips, you came; walls ruthlessly clenching around the male as your insides convulsed in pleasure, practically screaming as his hips continued their violent beating upon your pussy, caressing you through your orgasm. Your climax washed over you stronger than ever before, your cunt practically vibrating with joy as you came, walls dripping around the archer.

You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth left agape in pure ecstasy as you came. Your eyebrows were raised and your lips quivered as a small smile spread across your mouth, a view that caused Daryl's eyes to glue themselves to your features, reading your face as you relished within the shackles of your orgasm.

"O-Oh God, Daryl, f-fuck." Was all you could manage, your words repeating themselves over and over as you reached your high.

Your sudden extreme clenching caused Daryl's finish to sneak up upon him much sooner than he had intended, his seed spilling into you unannounced. His dick twitch within you, white ropes of cum painting your walls as his cock pulsed with fulfillment, the tension within his gut snapping harshly. Due to his unexpected finish, the male let out an animalistic groan as you reached the crest of your high, a sound which only spurred you on further.

Daryl had his bottom lip pulled taunt between his teeth, eyelids heavy as he stared down upon you, too scared to shut them for even a moment, as if he were going to miss some sort of once in a life time experience. His hair was splayed against his forehead, sweat laced and soaked as a reaction to the rigorous work out he had just endured.

Your hands gripped at his own arms, hips bounding upon his stilled cock, your pelvic bones clashing together with ever bounce of your waist. You rode the man like this was your last day on Earth, legs trembling as your pussy wept with satisfaction, the feeling of your orgasm resigned deep within you.

Daryl moaned at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, borderline overstimulation as he grasped at what ever he could reach: Your thighs, ass, torso, arms, any sliver of skin that was visible to the naked eye. His legs twitched uncontrollably as his member pulsed with contentment, his shaft vibrating with the reminence of his climax.

As the two of you stilled, no longer desperately grinding against one another or rolling your hips upon his abdomen, your erratic movements dissipating into thin air as you became satisfied with your orgasms, Daryl slowly pulled out of you. He glided out from your insides with a groan, his spent cock twitching with satiate as he removed his member from within you, your sensitive walls involuntarily clenching around him.

You considered yourself fortunate for surviving his dick.

Daryl slowly placed you upon the ground, being gentle with his movements as he knew exactly what effect his member was gonna have upon you in the days, or even minutes, that followed. He would consider you lucky if you could properly walk without some sort of limp or wobble for the next couple of days.

Your entrance grew sore as he slowly set you down, elastic walls weak and stinging as you placed your feet upon the dirty ground below you. You observed the dying fire from behind the male that was now fixing his disheveled pants: the previously glowing embers were now reduced to glimmering coals and warm ashes.

The sound of Daryl's zipper echoed throughout the dark woods as you situated your drenched underwear, your fingers skimming across your soaked cunt as you placed the article of clothing into its normal position. When you glanced up to retrieve your jeans, the hunter already had them within his tight grip, his finger curling around the fabric as he pranced towards you.

"Lets get ya fixed up, sweetheart." He said as he reached for you, hands traveling across your exposed upper arms.

The rugged male wrapped a hand around your shoulders, grasping your upper arm, blunt nails digging into your soaked skin as his other arm found its way around the back of your knees. He retrieved you from your place upon the floor, strained arms lifting you with ease as he promptly began carrying you, bridle style.

Daryl adored the way your small frame fit within the cradle of his arms, chest promptly pushed up against his own as you snuggled into his grasp. The way your body appeared to be so tiny and fragile compared to his own almost caused him to grow erect once more.

As a reaction to his surprising efforts, you flung your arms around his neck, interlocking your fingers upon his nape as you giggled at his robust actions before you finally placed a sloppy, yet firm, kiss upon his accentuated jawline.

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Platonic yandere shadowpeach x teenager daughter dating redson

(First ship I’ve explicitly been asked to write for. Not too surprised that it was Shadowpeach! I’ve written for Wukong and Macaque’s reaction to dating Red Son here!)

(Also, I’ve got a questionnaire if anyone would like to help me with my blog)

Platonic Yandere Shadowpeach

Sun Wukong and Macaque should; in theory, balance each other out. One is bright and forthcoming, the other is secluded and scheming. One is a glittering ray of sunshine that everyone looks towards for safety and salvation, the other a beam of moonlight slinking about unseen in the shadows.

They should get along. They’ve both got a penchant for the dramatic, and take interest in different arts- one in drawing, one in performing. The two are both fond of food and wildlife.

They should be capable of getting along.

But they don’t. Or maybe they can’t.

They’re both too arrogant, too worn, too hurt to be something healthy or happy or wholesome. Why they’ve rushed into this relationship before either had begun to heal and forgive and truly make amends is anyone’s guess, but there’s one thing you know for certain-

You’re the glue holding this ramshackle family together.

A joke long ago led to your birth, two offerings of blood thrown blasphemously into a sacred vase of jade. Wukong had laughed and pitched down a measure of fresh blood from his chest, then Macaque frowned and followed along, dropping a handful of dried flakes gathered from a wrapped wound on his head.

Neither had bothered to read beyond a scant few characters carved on the vase, speaking of ‘rituals’ and ‘blood’ and ‘growing’- and both stopped short when their eyes fell upon ‘Guanyin’, goddess of mercy and compassion.

Immediately, Wukong had started an exuberant and loud routine of sacrilege, prodding the vase and shaking it, mockingly yelling into it and pretending to be a mortal pleading futilely for help from the heavens- right before he decided to take his disrespect a bit further.

“Bud,” the Monkey King hollered excitedly, bouncing on his heels, “Come here, come here! I have a great idea!”

Macaque cautiously uncovered his ears once the yelling had stopped, trudging over to the jade-hewn vase to stand beside his partner. “Uh, Wukong… I don’t know if messing with a sacred vase is all that great of an idea-“

“Hush! Don’t be such a scaredy-cat, bud! We’re gonna toss in a little bit of blood and see how sacred this silly thing really is!”

(Macaque would come to regret many things about has past- but being swayed by Wukong to participate in this sacrilegious ritual would not be amongst the list of them.)

Their blood alike; wrenched from beside Sun’s heart and pulled from the place nearest Macaque’s brain, dripped to the very bottom of the open-mouthed vase, mixing and melding as they oozed down. The blessed container rattled once, twice- then stopped short and went still.

The sudden halt had Wukong howling with laughter, doubled over and wiping tears from his eyes. “Of course not! Like the gods would do anything for the people down here,” he loudly called, as if trying to reach his accusations to the heavens through sheer volume. For good measure, he had given the precious vase a kick, rattling it around.

And listened as something thudded around at the bottom.

Macaque had turned on his sable heel at the sound, scurrying back over to his now alert partner. The demon’s eyes scrunched with worry as Wukong stuffed his arms all the way into the vase, gripping whatever sat at the previously empty bottom. His hand shifted to rest on the end of Wukong’s tiger-hide skirt, though it was more for his own comfort- a way to keep close to his exuberant partner without impeding his arms.

“It’s a baby,” Wukong had stated in awe, a rare note of outright reverence in his voice as he pulled your form past the jade maw of the vase and into his arms. “Bud, this thing just made a baby!”

For a few minutes, neither dared to speak. They just stood and stared, trying to register just how far this little ‘joke’ had spiraled.

Common sense quickly kicked in, leaving Macaque to pry you from his partner, staring down at you with softened eyes.

“Look at her- she’s ours, bud,” the Great Sage announced with pride, and few would have dared to argue with him.

A child fresh to the world, born from dregs of demon blood and formed by sacred jade, with fur and a tail and golden, glowing eyes to prove that you were theirs.

“…never knew I’d be a father,” Macaque quietly says, wrapping you in the long red scarf he always wore.

“Never knew we’d be fathers,” comes his partner’s supportive voice, a rare tone for the Monkey King. Wukong steps forward and slings an arm around Macaque’s neck, hauling him close.

“But I wouldn’t trade this family for the world.”

You had grown up happy and safe, surrounded by uncles whose names had been your first words. Each one was an inspiration to you, standing proud as they walked in lockstep and wielded mighty weapons. They had been your heroes, every last one of them. You wanted to be strong and intelligent and graceful and noble, to be all that they were and even more.

When it had been them and your fathers, everything had been at least fine, when not outright good.

Learning to read maps with Uncle Yellowtusk. Eavesdropping on fights caused by training mishaps. Hunting with Uncle Bull. Getting scolded for messing with weapons without permission. Uncle Peng teaching you how to gut rabbits and fish. Climbing onto shoulders and backs so you wouldn’t fall underfoot.

Everything with Uncle Azure.

Listening close to his stories and relishing his kind touch, letting him braid your hair and fix your clothes. Sitting on his knees and sharing your food, trying new things with his gentle encouragement. Staying up far too late to stargaze with him before falling asleep in his arms, wrapped in his cape.

It had been family, however unorthodox.

But not all families are built to last- some crumble and sever, instead.

One fight years later had been the tipping point between your fathers, leaving Macaque to cart you away over his shoulder as he sulked away through the shadows, putting as much distance between himself and Wukong as possible- he still had you, Macaque reminds himself.

None of the past mattered if he could focus on a bright future with his daughter. The two of you. Alone. No brothers, no partners- just a father and his daughter. No more teasing remarks or being spoken over or dragged along on dangerous missions for a futile cause.

Just him and you.

And that works for all of five centuries, before there’s a ‘parent swap’ and one of your fathers is dead with a glittering gold staff struck through his flesh and bone, poking in through his eye and out through his skull.

Macaque’s blood; freshly splattered across you, hadn’t even dried before Wukong had swept you into his arms with a guttural scream of both sorrow and relief. His child, at the cost of his partner.

Not a fair trade. But one he chose to make anyways.

The Great Sage holds you close, pressing kisses to your forehead and wiping away your fearful tears. He whispers into your ear about how safe you are now, how you won’t ever be alone or scared again. How he’s back and so, so sorry that it took so long to find and save you, that he’ll protect you from now on.

And how he won’t let you go ever again.

How could he? You’re his.

[eggedbellies]

The Underdark Blessing

Wordcount: 1986 Kinks: Ovi, eggpreg, breeding, webbing?, drider, cumflation (technically). Synopsis: In the deep underdark, a drider waits to give her clutch to the next prey to come along. The Goddess honours her with two strong orcs.

Thank @daddymakesitbetter for this one, folks!

The underdark; her place of sanctuary, darkness, welcoming. She skittered through tunnels and across walls as if it was nothing, despite the bulk of her form. Slender chitinous legs, round and smooth abdomen, and of course, her Drow half. The dark elf form of her upper body was graceful and slender, bereft of clothes or any of the trappings of an old forgotten society. Few were as blessed as she; the most loved of any spider. For she carried a great weight, bearing down her body, slowing it’s elegant movement. Whilst her form ached oh so heavily for relief, she must be patient. For if she waited, then it would come. Prey always came eventually.

The daylight never reached down here; but something else did. Settled high and out of sight, a foot resting on a guidewire, she felt it. Vibration. Not quite in her trap yet, but a sign… shifting, peering through her jet black eyes, there. A group, it seemed. Her fangs drooled, eager, and she had to hold calm, steady. Bhakiss was patient, as with all things. They were blundering along – such big, heavy bodies. They would hold many of her young, yes… if only they would fall to her trap. So delicate had she strung the wires, surely they would not notice until too late…

She felt the first twang, as the webbing caught. A confused mumble, a rough gasp – and the web began to sing, the fighting of her heavy body, forcing it to the limit of it’s power. They were speaking, deep voices that rumbled oh so pleasantly through every part of her chitinous body. In this darkness, often they carried flaming brands, but this group seemed not to have them – good, good. Confident, perhaps; or they saw well in the dark, like her… the voices were becoming more frantic as she began to carefully move across the ceiling, eyes fixated on her great web. And there they were, oh, what a perfect gift, a kindness from her most generous Goddess.

Both of the women were completely, helplessly tangled. Their leather armour askew, weapons out of reach, hair sticky, arms spread. The perfect fools, both of them throwing all of their energy into resisting her web. Exhausting themselves. She waited, just out of sight, long white hair curling around her shoulders, until they began to sag. And only then did she carefully lower herself, settling her legs onto the ground. As expected, her appearance surged them to energy again – hands so helplessly held that every stretch towards a weapon only trapped them more. With her own ability, well, it was beyond easy – stepping onto her web, moving to sweep the weapons away, casting the foul iron into the abyss. And they shouted, so loud, so strong… perfect to carry her young.

“Oh, sweet voice.” Bhakiss whispered, voice forever dry and sibilant, since her fangs had taken root and she needed so little to talk now. “I cannot wait for you to both sing.” and she laughed, as soft and rough as old leaves dancing in a breeze. They shared a dark eyed glance, full of fear, and oh, that was as delicious as anything else. The slightly smaller of the two was first; building a heavy mat of webbing, drawing it with expert legs over her body, trapping arms to sides and making her a helpless bundle – but leaving her face exposed, trailing a fingertip down that jawline. Lifting the wrapped orc, she drew back, scurrying away. The other shouted, starting to thrash again – crying out for her compatriot, so unaware of what awaited them both.

Up, up, over the walls, a little slower with her new toy, she slid into the gap that opened into her own den – mats of webbing made it comfortable, and old bones, still sticky, littered the ground. For this one, she began to spin – sticking her to the wall with powerful strands. Leaning in, sniffing at her neck, ignoring the cries and attempt to bite. Long dark hair had fallen from it’s ties, forcing her neck at a strange angle – all the easier. So carefully, now, she sunk her fangs in. Venom – she had several, of course, but Bhakiss was careful, making sure to only drip the most potent of aphrodisiac into her system. The orc cried out, of course, in terror – unaware of what a beautiful thing was about to occur. As she drew back, stroking her hands over that face again, the drider chuckled – then turned to sweep away. The exhausted larger one was easy enough to move, no fight left – and she was strung up onto the opposite wall. The spider queen had been so kind to her… so very kind.

They were both dosed; by the time she had gotten the second to the wall, her hair lighter and fairer, her complexion softer, the first one was starting to pant. Flushing. So much interesting variation in these soft creatures… it was a fascination to her. But the needs were becoming hard to ignore, and she could not hold on much longer – this blessing would have to be taken, as greedily as she would, for why would she have been given it if not to grasp firm? Carefully, she began to peel away the webs on the slighter one. Panting now, and yet still trying to yell, to complain, to fight …

“Ascen, are you – are you okay?” the larger one called, breathless herself. Their words were something she barely recognised any more, but it was a language that they had spoken regularly, once. A foggy, distant, unimportant memory. “I’m burning,” Ascen called back, gasping, “I can’t think – so hot -”

“I’m going to get us – out of here,” the larger groaned, clearly losing her own fight, and the drider hissed her own laugh. The leather armour was falling away so easily with the swipes of her claws – baring the underclothes, and then, with a well placed snip – it all fell away. Tight little breasts, held usually so far away – strange, fascinating things. And her hole, already dripping and ready, shining with fluid, catching in her soft hairs. Yes… good. Bhakiss leant down, licking a stripe across her taut belly. Strong, yes, and soon to be swollen…

“You are… a good toy. A great blessing. You will sing the praises of the Spider Queen for me.” she rasped. She couldn’t wait any longer. The other was crying out behind her, as she lifted her body up – the immense spider abdomen hanging easily on the wall. Her ovipositor, unable to be contained, had slipped out; dripping and oozing with it’s own heavy slick and aphrodisiac. It wasn’t ready to release cargo just yet, and whilst it ran like a hose, long, slender, rubbery and ridged, it would fit easily inside the orc. She slapped it down against her swollen lips, causing a rough gasp from Ascen. Followed swiftly by a moan, and oh, yes, what music, as the laden tool stroked it’s aphrodisiac into her most sensitive skin. Unable to see, it took a few long moments before she finally drove home – and the orc howled in pleasure. Gutteral at the end, body trying to buck despite how well attached it was to the wall. A few well placed thrusts, and Bhakiss was panting herself, feeling as that thick pussy sucked down every inch of her length. It must be pushing her to the limit, and oh, what a gift, what a beautiful gift – she began to move, a steady but rough pace, feeling the squirming orc below her.

She had to remember not to break this one too thoroughly; if they were too full, after all, they would not be able to walk away to spread her young…

The cries had turned into moans behind her; squirms and whines of frustration. Trapped as she was, after all, the larger of the orcs would be unable to pleasure herself, relieve any of the deep burning. She must be so jealous of this toy, the one now singing so very beautiful as Bhakiss kept up each rolling movement, immense abdomen bouncing, body building up. Like a kiss from her Goddess, pleasure flowed through every inch of her form – and her tool began to thicken. It was spreading, and the orc was howling as she clenched, and then stretched, and couldn’t clench any more, as every inch of the thick ovipositor was pushing to her limits. The trembles in her body uncontrollable, and the drider felt a wave of joy herself – that she had given such a great feeling to her toy. It would take well, yes.

And now her mind hazed, clawed hands gripping the wall, as the first wave rolled down. Thick cream and sticky goo – a gentle bed for her young. Ascen cried out, twitching – her back not arching, for it could not, but instead, each pulse stretching her. Turning muscles to soft curves; filling her belly. And then the next wave began. She must be most careful, here; each deserved their share. The grunts and moans matched the noises from her toy; the tennis ball sized egg rolling down, a hold, and then a pop, pressure releasing – and over, and over, and over again. Each egg slithering down to where she had kissed their womb, and settling inside. The moans had become jumbled pleas, for more, for release, for everything. Yes, the goddess would be so very happy with her loyal servant…

Sliding out, slowly, her member drooled onto the floor; a quick wad of web, sealing off to make sure not a single egg would get loose. Not that Ascen was in any way able to object, now; eyes glazed, body twitching as she rode the utter joy of being filled. Halting only to gently carress and lay a swift kiss on that swollen orb, the drider turned to her other. There would be less build up here, because her body was trembling with holding back, but it mattered little. Rough slashes to release her from clothes, and the orc was shaking violently, her hole so wet and ready that long strands were already falling; the webbing had become slick rather than sticky. When the drider sunk all the way in one move, she howled with the sensation, legs jerking. Leaning down, Bhakiss stroked her claws over that flushed, glazed, most beautiful of faces.

“Yes. Sing. Sing your love to the spider Goddess.” she murmured. The drooling words were barely lucid, but she rocked, feeling the worship within them. Oh, yes. Yes. Her cock was already swelling, filling, it’s thick goo tumbling out, eggs already loosening onto it, more wild and haphazard as she thrust, hard enough to bounce the orc against the web that held her. Rough fucking, feeling her ovipositor catch on a swollen clit, both of them moaning and begging and pleading to her queen together as the rest of her cargo fell out. Packing and swelling and growing, every one sunk deep and then, finally, with a shudder, she realised… she was empty. Tender abdomen twitched, claws struggling to grip onto the rock, a few final thrusts to send waves of raw joy through her… and she slid to the ground, ovipositor slipping loose, slowly withdrawing to her body. She leant in, kissing the orb that hung in front of her, stretched and reddened green skin. Such life squirmed within…

“Oh, Goddess,” she mumbled, thickly. “Thank you… for this blessing…” on shaking legs, she climbed again, settling heavily onto her resting web. Her body ached in the most wonderful ways. Her toys moaned, singing so gently for her as their brains began to drop to sleep too, packed and lost in orgasmic pleasure. In the morning, she would release them to waddle their way back to the underdark… lay her eggs in the soft dark places… and maybe this time, some of them would hatch…

[mariaxxxxx]

Gods fall sometimes (+18)

Summary: Summary: K'uk'ulkan for You to give him a baby (+18)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, good ending, slight degradation, pregnancy, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words

A/N: A sequel, or not, to Dragon Fruit. I feel like the reader and K'uk'ulkan have a lot to tell about the baby.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

PART 1

You woke up at your usual time in the morning. A young maid came to the hammock and gently woke him up. Rested, you sat in the hammock, watching the cabin. It was already daytime, you assumed the sun wasn't present in that cave meters below the sea. So, the room was cold, indicating the presence of salt water around the stones. You stretched, passing your hand over the hammock, something you had become accustomed to doing.

He wasn't there, in fact, he never was. Her husband always slept next to her, but they never woke up together. K'uk'ulkan always woke up early and left the room, leaving her alone to rest. A habitation that You were already accustomed to. Even though, after years of marriage, he was still in the hammock while You woke up, it didn't take long, and he soon returned to Talokan.

You understood. I couldn't stay mad at him. Her husband had ruled for centuries alone, and taciturn habits were hard to shake. Although her days were lonely, her husband made the nights warm. Attempts to make a baby were fun, but fruitless so far. You thought you conceived a baby the day your husband made you pray for him, but the Gods gave you no such gift. The red spot between his legs the following month was enough to make him give up trying.

The Gods, not even K'uk'ulkan, were willing to make you a mother. If not even the divine was able to make you conceive, you thought that an infusion with dragon seeds wouldn't do it either, so you chose to leave it aside. You hadn't talked to your husband about giving up on him, you just continued to let him devour you during the night and cum while he whispered in your ear how beautiful you would look pregnant.

You shook your head to get the bad thoughts out of your mind. He got up from the hammock, noticing for the first time, a box on a small table. A box wrapped in jade green paper. Feeling attracted to that object, and as she approached, she captured a small paper containing the drawing of a celestial goddess generating life in her womb. A faint smile formed on her lips as she noticed her husband's enthusiasm in conceiving a child.

You ripped open the wrapping and opened the wooden box, taking out what appeared to be hair ornaments shaped like your crossed serpents encrusted in gold and jade stone. You smiled a sincere and charming smile. You loved getting jewelry and your husband knew it

“Beautiful, my queen.” Exclaimed the young maid. You hadn't noticed that she was still in the room. “Like the serpents in the hair that adorn the goddess Ixchel.”

“Oh.” You exclaimed in surprise. Only then did he realize that they really resembled the snakes in the hair of the statue of the Goddess Ixchel.

You underestimated your husband, as you always had, he knew you like the back of his hand. It was a not-so-subtle warning that he would continue to try to get her pregnant. He saw her as the goddess of love and the moon herself, this only revealed her adoration before You. Her hands felt for her hair ornament while her mind thought about how You could put an end to her anguish. Then an idea popped into his mind; an idea that could please or upset the gods. It will be her last attempt at conception, if it doesn't work, you will accept that the Gods were not willing to give you the gift of pregnancy. Determined, you turned to the young handmaid and said:

“Cancel all my commitments as queen. Then help me with something

(….)

You were on your knees in the soft reeds waiting for him. As K'uk'ulkan slipped through the curtain, wet from head to toe and richly adorned in gold, he froze at the sight of her figure sitting on her knees in the reeds. With the outfit, or almost none of it, more erotic than he had ever seen. He left him speechless and his cock hardened just by the sight. You looked like the Goddess of the moon herself. With her breasts uncovered, a huge black pearl necklace around her neck, a thin transparent petticoat that covered her intimacy, her perfectly styled hair held back by the hair ornament received in the morning.

 K'uk'ulkan didn't say a word or make a sound, like he could have. He just allowed himself to enjoy the most beautiful sight. It was You who dared to break the silence.

“My devotee.” You exclaimed in a low voice. “Tell me what You want.”

K'uk'ulkan laughs, realizing his joke and approving the idea. Would it be a challenge? Yes. He would do everything to please the young God who lived in his bed. For You, K'uk'ulkan would bend the knee.

“Ah, my beautiful goddess.” He murmurs, approaching the reed. He placed his knees on the soft padding, getting close to You. “Can I eat You, my Goddess? Put my seed in your blessed body?”

You lick your lips, push your knees up until your lips are close to his.

"Perhaps." You whisper. “Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you want me.”

Before you can react, he reaches out to tilt his cheek and presses his mouth against yours to begin a familiar dance between tongues. You kissed those lips several times, infinite times and it would never be enough. No amount of touching would be enough to satiate her love for this man.

You move away a little to breathe, resting your forehead against his and stroking his nose affectionately.

“Last time, my love.” You say. “If tonight we don’t conceive, know that it will be the last time we try.”

“Don’t say that” he says with a slight tone of sadness in his voice. “We will try as many times as necessary until my seed takes root in your womb.”

You wanted to argue and say how much the failed attempts destroyed you inside. She wanted to tell of the times she cried in secret during each new cycle of the new moon without a child in her arms to thank the goddess. But you didn't say it, you just withdrew that feeling to the bottom of your heart and kissed him again.

This time the kiss became more urgent as a silent promise of comfort and burning desire. He wraps his arms around your waist, until you're sitting on his lap. You snuggle onto his hardened cock, moving your hips just the way he liked it. K'uk'ulkan's desire rose like the rising tide before the full moon.

"Part." You murmur into his kiss. “Ask me. Offer me everything.”

"Yes." He says over moans. “My beautiful goddess. I guarantee that my offering will be satisfactory.”

"Hmm." You lick his lips.

Your husband takes a deep breath as his fingers curl around your hips propelling your movements, his lips pursed awaiting more of your kisses. You put your hands on his chest and push him so he lays down on the soft pillows. It was his turn to be in charge. He tries to get up to pull you to yes, but you push him away again, remaining firmly seated on his covered cock.

You lean in and start placing small kisses on his lips, which go down to his chin and neck. Before you know it, he distributes kisses and nibbles over his toned chest. With an expert touch, you pull the fabric of the shorts down. Her mouth salivates and her pussy tightens at the sight of his hardened cock.

“Oh, is this my offering?” You question, your voice full of desire. “I’m not sure it will be enough to satisfy me.”

You notice your husband's fingers gripping the sheets tightly as you wrap your hand around his cock and massage the damp head with your thumb.

“I guarantee that will be more than enough, my goddess.” He grits his teeth as he groans when You squeeze his dick tightly, just the way he liked it.

“I will taste my offering then.”

Sue husband sighs loudly as her fingers curl around him and her lips close over the weeping purple head. Even with little provocation, her pussy fills with excitement at having the salty taste of his seed on her tongue again. You start by kissing the tip, brushing your lips, then continue to tease him with brief sucks and nibbles, listening to your husband's cry for more contact.

"Do not tease me." He orders through his teeth.

"Silence." You exclaim. “I need to check if this offering is up to me.”

K'uk'ulkan rolls his eyes and moans loudly when You take him almost entirely down his throat. His mouth works well, extracting every drop of your salty essence. Her husband Sue pushes her hips up trying to make her swallow more, alternating between provocative sucks and playful licks on the sensitive skin. You keep him in a state of pure pleasure and he growls loudly at the audacity provoked. You were the only mortal who could have a god like him, so weak in the knees, panting like a whore. Her mouth opens wider, pushing herself beyond the limits of paradise, as if she wants to ascend to the divine status her husband has placed her in. You completely swallow it deeper into your throat. Even as his eyes water from the task, you lower yourself onto his cock until your own nose brushes the black hairs of his crotch and his purple head reaches the back of your throat. Your husband gasps as he feels the outline of his cock in his throat, a sight that makes him almost tear the sheets.

"My Goddess." He murmurs between moans and sighs. “Let me spill my seed inside You.”

You take it out of your mouth but wrap your hand around it to continue massaging. Making the provocation even more torturous.

“My worshiper” You tease with a quick movement of your hands, “What do you offer before me?”

"All. I offer everything. My body, my spirit, my nation. Just let me spill my seed into your pussy so that life will be nourished.”

You line yourself up, with your knees around him, to straddle him. Your hand guides the stiff, weeping cock into your wet pussy. You moan loudly as you feel him enter all the way in, your walls welcoming him with sacred heat and divine adoration. Now, no teasing or games. It was time to conceive the much-desired baby.

His cock sinks deep inside her pussy caressing every sensitive spot on her walls. Your hips gain momentum to ride him; rolling and jumping to extract all the lust.

"How many?" You question breathlessly without missing a beat. “How many babies do you want, devotee? Tell me and I will give them.”

“One, two, three...all of them, my goddess. Give me them all”

Your belly contracted with an indication of the approaching orgasm, but You refused to finish before it, as tonight would squeeze out every drop of your seed. K'uk'ulkan lifted his hips to meet his thrust, making it even harder to keep the ecstasy away. Her husband seemed not too far away from his own orgasm, to bring him even further to the brink of pleasure. You made circular movements with your hips as you bounced on his dick.

“Spill your seed!” You demand with the tides of your own release rising within your body, “I'm close, so close…”

Your pussy clenches around him, sobbing his name as you reach your orgasm. The rhythmic spasms of your walls dragging you to the edge along with it. K'uk'ulkan moans with his head against the pillow, his hips stutter briefly, but he continues to pump his seed deep inside her pussy. He holds her hips to keep her trapped and only lets go when all his cum has been emptied. You held in place feeling his penis soften inside You. His breathing was still labored, his head was spinning and his ears were ringing with the powerful orgasm given to You by the divine.

You got off of him, leaving his softened penis lying on his left side. She lay down next to him enjoying the little world of pleasure that surrounded them.

“Tonight, my love.” Her husband said, breaking the silence. “Tonight we will conceive a child.”

And he was right. It was that night that the first baby was conceived. Two months after that night the symptoms started; the swollen breasts, the nausea, the sleep. An old woman confirmed her pregnancy when You came to her to report about the illnesses. When You told him K'uk'ulkan spun her in his arms as she rejoiced promises of love and joy at having a fruit growing in her womb.

For a long nine months you were pampered and fawned over by your husband. No request, no matter how ridiculous, was too small or difficult for her devoted husband. When her belly and breasts became swollen, K'uk'ulkan massaged her body with scented oils for hours, tending to each aching muscle. And when the baby was finally born with its big cheeks and webbed ankles, such devotion also extended to the conceived child. It was no secret how deep K'uk'ulkan's love was for his wife and child.

[abitohoney]

Pray To Me

AO3 link

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Established Relationship, Shameless Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, Sub Reader, Banter, Humor, Fluff, Spanking, Cunnilingus, Lesbian Sex, Choking, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Teasing, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Light Bondage, Reader is a bratty smartass, Sevika is a brat tamer, Demonic goddess Sevika, gp!Sevika, Demon Sex, Breeding Kink, this is just filth

Word Count: 8.1k

Summary: After a series of graphic dreams involving your girlfriend Sevika taking on the form of a demonic goddess, this night in particular starts to really blur the line between fantasy and reality.

AN: This has been on AO3 since April, just now copying it over here. This was a birthday gift for the wonderful @master-sass-blast.

You sit at a small desk lit by the dim yellow lamp that sits along the back edge, dressed only in your underwear and one of Sevika’s old t-shirts. You’re trying to wait for her to return home before calling it a night, but it’s terribly late and your eyes feel as if they're being pulled down by invisible weights.

You stare blankly down at the picture before you. It's a sketch you started not more than a few hours ago. Through your drooping eyelids, it’s a blurry image of Sevika. But she’s not in the form you know to live and breathe alongside you in the real world. It’s a form you’ve only seen in your dreams. Vivid dreams in which Sevika takes the form of a demonic goddess.

A black tail extends from the bottom of her spine; thin and long. Black horns curl from the crown of her head skyward, their points sharp and deadly. Her chemtech arm remains unchanged, but her flesh arm includes black, curved claws at the end of each finger. Her normally steel gray eyes glow an eerie purple even though she’s not fueled by shimmer.

The violet pencil held in your hand rests against the paper where you drew a series of scars trailing along her left side, from her torso clear up into the black horn that sprouts from the top of her head.

The image blurs further as you start to succumb to sleep. Through nothing more than the slits beneath your lids, the last thing you see is the rows of pointed teeth that appear between lips curled in a devious smirk.

You awake sometime later, head resting along your forearm which lays sprawled across the top of your desk. Slowly, you open your eyes, blinking the sleep away and yawning. As you force yourself to sit up, you realize your sketch is no longer on the desk.

Well that’s odd-

“More of your silly drawings?” Sevika's voice teases from behind you.

You nearly fall from your seat with how high you jump.

“For fuck’s sake, Sevika! Don’t scare me like that!” you chastise. Rubbing your eyes with your fists, you try to process what it was she had just said.

Silly drawings.

You don’t even bother to turn to look at her as you give her a bitter reply, “They aren’t silly drawings. You’re just jealous because the best you can do is stick people.” It’s not much of a comeback. Normally you’re more than happy to partake in the banter, but you’re too fucking tired to deal with her games right now.

She chuckles mockingly and tosses the drawing back onto the desk. “What made you decide to draw me like this?”

Gathering up your supplies, you sigh deeply. If you answer her honestly, you’ll just be feeding her fuel to tease you more. But, again, you’re just too damn sleepy to come up with anything besides the truth.

“I’ve been having dreams. Oddly vivid. Of you in this-" You wave your hand over the paper. "-demon form. No idea why, but it’s happened more than once.”

“Hmm,” she hums, and you’re unsure why she’s not giving you shit for that, but you continue to explain anyway.

“It’s weird. Even though it’s different scenarios each time- you chasing me, or taunting me, or just circling me- you always look exactly the same. I don’t understand how my brain is concocting such specific, repeatable imagery of you.”

“What if I told you those weren’t dreams,” Sevika whispers near your ear.

Hot breath rushes down the back of your neck and you shiver involuntarily.

Now it’s your turn to laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Stop trying to scare me. We can have a battle of wits tomorrow. I just want to go to bed.” You place your hands along the front edge of the desk, about to push your chair back to stand when you feel something slide around the front of your neck.

You immediately freeze in place.

Whatever it is, it’s not her hand, or arm- or anything she should possess. It quickly coils around your neck until your head is rendered immovable.

“Sevika!” you gasp, pulse quickening. “What the fuck is that?” Your hands fly up to grasp desperately at the offending… thing. It’s thin and rope-like, but too smooth to be just that. When Sevika says nothing, only laughs deviously from behind you, your heart rate spikes further. Her tone is different. It’s much deeper than usual. But more disturbing than that is the eerie echo that follows it.

“Foolish girl,” she rasps against your ear in a chilling tone.

Something tickles the side of your neck. Something firm and wet, but you’re left without a moment to process it when whatever is wrapped around your neck tightens and begins to slowly pull you to your feet. Unable to do more than release an airy gasp, you claw helplessly at the offending object. Eyes wide in terror, you’re forced to turn to face Sevika. But you’re not met with the face of the woman you know in the waking world. You’re met with a wicked grin full of sharp teeth and wide purple eyes that glow as if she’s possessed. Surely she is possessed. She’s the embodiment of your dream version of her.

Then this must be just another dream. There’s no other logical explanation. But it feels so real…

“My foolish girl,” she sneers as she lifts you even higher, until your feet no longer touch the floor.

You kick helplessly, trying desperately to get a foothold on something. As you scrabble at whatever is around your neck, it dawns on you what it is.

Her tail.

She brings you closer until you’re face-to-face with her demonic smile.

"You've been awfully bratty lately. I think it's about time you learn your place," she taunts.

And fuck, her voice has changed so much. It's dropped even lower, raspier. She sounds downright evil. Despite knowing this could only be a dream, you can't help how your blood runs cold in fear. However, you're unwilling to let even dream Sevika best you, so you try to swallow down that fear before you speak. But before you can even open your mouth, the grip she has on your throat tightens, leaving you gasping for breath.

Sevika's dark lips curl higher at your struggles. Her throaty chuckle echoes throughout the room. The room that- you just now realize- is suddenly fading away. Warping into something else entirely.

Your wide eyes flit around in shock as the furniture, the wall hangings, the flooring- even the walls themselves- all of it darkens and blurs until they disappear entirely. The two of you are left in a seemingly endless black room containing nothing more than a large, deep red settee situated a few feet away. And she's carrying you towards it.

You're tossed, rather haphazardly, onto the seat. Finally free of the restriction on your airway, you gasp and gulp down oxygen. Bringing your hands to your neck, you rub the sore tissue and tendons beneath.

“What the fuck, Sevika?” you demand.

Sevika towers over you, casting a shadow beneath a dim purple light that appears to emanate from somewhere behind her. The sides of her feet touch yours. But as you stare down at them, you realize they aren't her normal feet. They are larger. With long, sharp, black toenails. You shudder before letting your eyes slowly travel up the length of Sevika.

She's not in her usual getup. Not even the one you typically see her in when you’re dreaming. But you are dreaming, you remind yourself. As your gaze roams over her muscular thighs and all the way to the apex, you find she’s wearing nothing at all.

And oh good lord what is above her- Is that a… cock?

Something sharp presses into the soft flesh beneath your chin, forcing you to lift your head- to draw your attention away. At first, you think it must be a finger of her prosthetic arm. However, as your gaze lifts higher, you realize it’s her flesh arm before you. That’s definitely a claw threatening to pierce your skin.

“See something you like, kitten?” Sevika asks with a haughty smirk when you finally tilt your head back far enough to meet her glowing eyes above you.

Gods, is she even taller than usual too?

Still unwilling to let even this fake Sevka see you shaken at all by any of this, you snarkily ask, “Why the fuck do you have a dick in my dream?”

Another deep, taunting chuckle echoes through the seemingly empty room.

“Still think this is just a dream, huh?” she asks in that damn condescending tone she loves to use. She drags the tip of the sharp claw deliberately up the side of your jaw. Just hard enough to prove how deadly she is. “What will it take to convince you otherwise?”

You try to ignore the chill that creeps over your body, maintaining your own snide smile.

“Well, having the correct anatomy would be a decent start,” you jeer.

“Can’t exactly breed you with my cunt,” she retorts with a crude smile.

“Breed?” You huff out a laugh. “Like, you want me to carry your little demon babies?” Slowly, you shake your head in disbelief. “This is definitely one of the most fucked up dreams I’ve had about you.”

“Laugh all you want, brat. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be praying this supposed dream would end.”

Mouth open and ready to fire a retort, your words fall short when you feel her tail start to slip beneath your loose shirt to slide around your torso. Your attention drops to that familiar long, thin, black appendage as it creeps further and further under the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal the tops of your thighs.

Sevika leans over you, resting her metal hand against the back of the settee beside your head and lowers her face to hover just inches from yours.

You slowly let your gaze drift up over her lopsided grin to her glowing eyes. Reminding yourself yet again that this is only a dream, you make every attempt to hide the way her perverse smile makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. The way it causes your body temperature to rise. The way you rub your thighs together, clearly enjoying her like this.

She brings the sharp claws of her flesh hand to trace along the side of your jaw. Eyes locked with yours, she drags a single claw down the front of your neck, and along the dip in the collar of your shirt. She pauses at the center, delighting in how your chest is already visibly rising and falling faster in anticipation of what she plans to do next.

“I suggest you steady your breath. Unless you want me to mark that pretty skin of yours,” she warns.

Given no time to reply or even prepare, you release a startled yelp as she tears through the entire front of your shirt in one fell swoop. Her menacing laugh echoes through the room, and you swear you can feel it rumbling deep within your chest. Your cheeks burn with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and something you’re not quite ready to admit to your cocky demonic girlfriend. You shoot her the most defiant glare you can muster. Unfortunately, you’re not sure it's very effective, considering how she not only has you held in place by that damn tail, but now your entire chest is exposed and on display for her hungry eyes to focus on.

“That was my favorite shirt!” you exclaim indignantly.

“You can find another,” she replies gruffly.

“I don’t want another. I liked this one.”

Narrowed glowing eyes rise to meet yours, their owner clearly low on patience.

“You can find another,” Sevika repeats with an air of finality. “Now I suggest you shut your mouth, brat. Or do I need to give you something to preoccupy it?”

It’s funny how she thinks a threat like that is going to keep you quiet. This dream Sevika is apparently just as daft as the real Sevika.

“Depends on what you plan to use,” you reply before tracing your lips with the tip of your tongue. You let your eyes slowly drift downward, intentionally making sure she follows the path to your destination; the thick, hard length that you notice twitches when she realizes what you’re implying.

“Hmm,” she hums, “Sorry kitten, but I’m saving that for another hole.” She draws your attention upward again, this time with the tip of a metal finger. “You’ll have to be patient.”

“Says the woman who couldn’t wait and just tore my favorite shir-” Your snarky remark turns into a startled gasp the moment you feel the settee unexpectedly rise and shift. The tail still wrapped around your torso is the only thing that keeps you from falling backward when the back of the couch suddenly disappears. 

Once again denying you a chance to gather your wits, Sevika immediately lifts you with her tail. The remainder of your shirt falls off your shoulders, and she pushes you further back onto what is definitely not a settee anymore considering how you’re able to lean back on your forearms.

Wide-eyed, you quickly scan left, then right, discovering you’re now actually on a large four-post bed. Each post is made of dark, rich mahogany, and the soft quilted bedding beneath you is the same deep red of the settee.

Sevika slides her tail out from around you before crawling onto the bed and over your body. The mattress shifts considerably with her weight and you're certain now that she’s considerably larger than usual. And she’s using it to her advantage, confining you beneath her, completely cutting off that mysterious purple glow that had been your only light source since the room warped into nothingness.

Too focused on the way her face is plastered with that damn arrogant smile, you fail to realize her tail is slipping behind your neck until it’s too late. It quickly coils around it before the soft, pointed tip slips into your open mouth, muffling your attempted protest. And your struggles only serve to make those dark lips of hers pull even higher.

“Much better,” she jeers.

This time she’s wrapped her tail just tight enough to assert her control over you without restricting your airway.

Despite your efforts to remain unphased by her assault, you feel your restraint quickly fade when you watch her head dip lower toward one of your exposed breasts. Her tail prevents you from lifting your head, but you still manage to watch as a long, wide, forked tongue slips out from between her lips to run along the underside of your breast, leaving a wet trail that quickly cools and causes you to shiver.

Your eyes flutter shut and you groan around the tip of her tail as she teases around your hardening nipple. Unknowingly, you start to mimic her motions, swirling your tongue around the tip of her tail. Sucking when she does. Flicking when she does. It isn’t until you feel the press of something sharp against your nipple that you start to realize what you’re doing.

With a quick inhale through your nose, your eyes fly open to meet the narrowed threatening gaze of your demonic girlfriend. Her lips are curled back in a snarl, revealing pointed teeth. Teeth that currently threaten to cross the line from pleasure to pain as she bites down.

“Stop. Distracting. Me,” she snarls through her teeth.

Distracting? How the fuck were you distracting her? Playing with her tail?

Curious, you give said tail a good suck while running the tip of your tongue along one edge of the point. Those fierce eyes of hers suddenly fall shut. A deep, almost inaudible, groan reaches your ears and goes straight between your legs.

Fuck that's hot.

It would appear that her tail is sensitive. Hence your ministrations are distracting.

How… delightful.

Your lips curl into a mischievous smile around the appendage, but you’re a fool to think she won’t retaliate. And she does exactly that the moment she opens her eyes and catches your smile.

Sevika releases an inhuman hiss. And it should have been your warning, but you’re still caught off guard the moment you feel her teeth sink in deeper and cross that aforementioned border.

The startled cry that slips past the small gap between your lips and her tail is choked off by her tail slipping further toward the back of your throat. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes and your hands instinctively reach for the horns at the top of her head. However, before you can grab them, you feel the forked tip of her tongue start to move over the stinging flesh, soothing and replacing the pain with pleasure.

Sevika chuckles against your breast as she continues to slide that deliciously thick muscle over your skin. “I warned you, brat."

Even if you could speak, you wouldn’t have anything to say. Not when that sinister laughter of hers is making the ache between your legs swell exponentially. No matter how hard you pretend to hate her cockiness, there’s no denying how much it turns you on.

“Still think you’re dreaming?” she sneers before moving to lave at your other breast.

Honestly, you had for a moment forgotten you were in a dream. Everything feels so damn real.

But you know this can’t be real. So you give her a nod as you rub your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the growing need between them.

Noticing the motion, Sevika presses her knee between your legs to force them open, intentionally dragging over your wet heat. Judging by the cocky little smirk that paints her face, she feels just how wet you are through the thin fabric of your underwear.

"Gonna try to deny that too?" She asks.

You narrow your eyes at her and mumble something unintelligible around her tail.

She raises a brow. "What's that? Can't understand you with your mouth full." She taunts before removing her tail from your mouth. Webs of saliva connect and stretch between its tip and your bottom lip before finally breaking over your chin.

"I said fuck y-" Your snarky remark devolves into a sharp inhale of breath when Sevika presses her knee further between your legs. That teasing- albeit tantalizing- friction leaves you without a thought, at least until you hear Sevika's mocking laughter.

You open your eyes, not even recalling closing them, and find her face hovering over yours. Her eyes are alight with a sick satisfaction as she waits for you to meet her gaze. And the moment you do, you watch as that snake-like tongue of hers slips past her lips to slowly lick up over your drool-coated chin before violently delving between your parted lips.

The moan you release into her mouth becomes choked as she shoves her tongue damn near down the back of your throat. You struggle to pull back, pressing your head further against the mattress. Sevika's lips curl against yours and you're not sure if you should be irritated or turned on by just how much higher she is as a demonic goddess.

Once she's had her fill of dominating your mouth, she drags her tongue along your teeth as it recedes into her mouth.

"Mmm. So sweet," she purrs. "You know my senses are enhanced in this form." Locking eyes with you, she starts to slowly descend your body, her tongue sneaking out to taste your exposed skin at every stop. "Including taste." She starts across your collarbone. "I wonder if-” Then between your cleavage. “-all of your body-” Around your navel. “-tastes that much more-” And along your waistband. “-delicious."

Tilting your head, you try to watch her from over your chest as it rises and falls with deep breaths. Her clawed hands carefully spread your thighs enough for her to sneak her head between them. Your breath hitches when she drags that wet muscle over your clothed slit.

“Mmm. I think I need to get a better taste,” Sevika purrs before taking the waistband of your panties between her pointed teeth.

At first, you think she will simply pull them down, so when you feel the unexpected tug and hear the subsequent tear of fabric, you can't help the squeal that leaves your throat.

And oh that fucking arrogant smile she gives you… As much as you want to chastise her for now adding your favorite pair of panties to the list of destroyed items, more than that you want her to press those devilish lips somewhere in particular.

As if hearing your thoughts, Sevika begins kissing her way up the inside of one of your thighs. Although not without deliberately taking her damn sweet time.

"Sevika, please!" You whine and spread your legs wider in hopes of encouraging her to reach her final destination sooner. You should know better, though, than to let her see how needy you are. It only adds fuel to the fire. Her desire to break you. To tame you.

"Pa-tience," she enunciates before sinking her sharp teeth into your thigh.

"Fuck," you curse and try to close your legs around her head, only to be met with equally sharp claws threatening to pierce your skin as she holds your legs in place.

The pain quickly dulls into a pleasant ache as Sevika runs her tongue over the tiny marks. Rather than continue her exploration with kisses, she instead licks a warm, wet trail higher and higher.

You suck in a shallow breath and pull your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation. With every inch closer she gets to your burning core, you hold your breath a little longer, bite your lip a little harder. The moment she reaches your wet folds to teasingly trace the perimeter, you release your breath in a shaky whimper.

"Now purr for me, kitten," Sevika demands, tone dripping with sin.

And that you do. You moan wantonly when you finally feel her lick a long, thick stripe up through your entrance. Pleasure courses through your extremities and heat pools low in your belly. She gradually stokes that fire with teasing little kitten licks just along the inside of your entrance. If you were of sound mind you may have even found that ironic- the kitten licks- given her pet name for you. But you're too lost in your own bliss to form any coherent thoughts.

Her name falls from your parted lips with a breathless moan and you can feel her resulting arrogant smile against your folds.

She's normally damn good with her mouth, but there's something so terribly exquisite about her demon tongue that sends you to another realm. You're not sure if it's the forked tip, the large width, or the insanely long length-

Oh good god the length…

As Sevika finally sinks her tongue deep inside your cunt, you realize just how long it truly is.

"Oh- fuck Sevika," you moan, "That- that feels so good."

She hums in appreciation before adjusting her head to allow the base of her tongue to glide along the bundle of nerves above.

It's a shock to the system, that sudden addition of unexpected pleasure. You hadn't been ready for her to touch your clit while her tongue was still buried inside you. Your hips jerk almost violently towards her face, but you're once again held in place by sharp claws against your thighs.

You attempt to form a protest, mouth open, and a whine at the ready. But, the moment she starts sliding her tongue in and out of you, rubbing it along the now swollen bud above, your whine fizzles and dies in your throat. A broken, garbled moan falls out in its place.

Sevika uses her tongue to straight up fuck you, and with little grace or care for how much of a mess she makes, or how obscene she sounds. Between the collection of her saliva and your slick, each plunge of the thick muscle creates a wet, smacking sound that resonates throughout the room. It's salacious, but undeniably arousing.

If she was stoking the fire in your belly earlier, she's downright pouring gasoline on it now. That familiar coil is wound so tight it burns, threatening to snap at any moment.

Without thinking, you reach down and grasp Sevika's horns, pulling her face closer as you attempt to control her motions. That action not only earns you a warning growl that you fail to hear over your own unrestrained moaning, it also leads to her removing the stimulation entirely.

Your eyes fly wide open and you stare down at her with pleading eyes.

"Sevika! Please don't stop!" You beg, near tears with desperation as that pleasant coil starts to quickly unwind.

"Hands. Off," she snarls, baring dangerously sharp teeth.

"I- I'm sorry," you whimper, but immediately release her horns.

"Hands above your head."

Apparently, she doesn't trust you, but you still obey. Anything to get that indescribably divine stimulation back as you slip further and further away from your peak.

Sevika's tail appears in your periphery and you feel it wrap around your wrists. She's not giving you another chance to control yourself. But after glaring at your distraught face for a good, long moment, she finally brings her mouth back to your slit.

Eyes fluttering shut again, you focus all of your strength on lying still for her as she wraps her lips around your throbbing clit. She quickly rebuilds the progress she'd made before. Each suck of her mouth and each rub of her forked tongue brings you that much closer to the precipice of euphoria.

Sensing your impending climax, you unknowingly hold your breath and tense every muscle in your body. Until finally, you fall.

Your body lurches as all that built-up tension releases like an explosion. Time slows as waves of pleasure burn through your every fiber. You cry Sevika's name, following it with a series of incoherent whimpers. All while that delicious muscle carefully works you through your state of rapture.

Just as you start to come back down to reality and feel the threat of overstimulation, Sevika moves her tongue from your throbbing bud to lewdly lap at the juices flowing from the slit below.

Chest heaving with shallow breaths, you gaze down at your demonic lover through glossy eyes. Your body trembles at the sight, renewed arousal making your legs ache. Her eyes are gently closed, as if she's thoroughly enjoying herself while she licks you clean.

Once she seems to have had her fill, she lifts her head and uses her knuckles to wipe her mouth clean. She meets your dazed stare with eyes so heavily darkened with lust that only a mere ring of glowing purple remains.

Your body trembles beneath her gaze as she slowly rises to her knees and moves up your body. It isn't until her legs are on either side of your waist that her intentions become clear. Your eyes travel down the length of her body. Over the sexy curl of her wet lips, the swell of her full breasts, the hard lines of her defined abs, until finally landing on the large cock standing proud, right where her clit would normally reside.

Several drops of precum decorate the bottom of the bulbous head. It's thicker than what you'd expect from a human, and tinged with a fluorescent purple much like her eyes. Instinctively, you lick your lips in anticipation. 

Sevika notices that action, a haughty chuckle making her body shake. "Be a good girl for your master and get it nice and wet for me?" She purrs.

You meet her gaze for a moment and give her an eager nod. You're rewarded with a pleased smile and she releases your wrists from the grip of her tail. Slowly, you sit up, gaze dropping to the mouth-watering display in front of you.

Placing your hands on her hips to keep yourself steady, you watch for her reaction intently as you run the very tip of your tongue over the trail of precum. The deep hum of approval she releases goes straight between your legs, rekindling that pleasant ache. Your mouth fills with a bittersweet flavor that's unlike her typical slick and you wonder if that's been altered as well.

Your eyes flit between hers and the wetness coating the junction of her thighs. Clearly, she's enjoying herself just as much as you are. You wait for her nod of approval before dipping your head lower and collecting a taste of her slick, intentionally allowing the tip of your tongue to tease along her entrance.

You both groan in unison.

Though the texture is considerably different; less thick, the taste is still equally bittersweet.

"No more teasing," Sevika demands. But her voice is hoarse, broken by the desire that coats her throat.

Obediently, you move one hand from her hip to grasp the base of her cock before wrapping your lips around the tip.

"That's my good girl," she groans as you slide the length further into your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel the scrape of her claws travel from the top of your scalp to the back of your head. Too caught up in that pleasant sensation and sweet praise, you momentarily forget your task.

Sevika, however, does not, and she holds your head in place before snapping her hips.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as she hits the back of your throat despite your hand preventing you from taking her entirely. It takes a great deal of concentration not to gag around her, but she takes mercy on you and quickly pulls back enough to allow you to recover.

"Focus," she grunts. "This is for your own good."

You peer up at her through watery eyes and thick lashes, but quickly slide your lips back over her. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck as you glide back a second time. And oh god, the reaction that gets you is enough to have you moaning just as loud as her.

Her eyes drift closed as her head gently falls back. Her throat bobs with a heavy swallow, and she digs her nails into the nape of your neck.

Eager to treat yourself to another one of those responses, you take her back into your mouth, this time far enough to reach the hand you still have wrapped firmly around the base of her.

But before you can pull back, Sevika's head tilts forward again and you're met with eyes completely blackened by a ravenous need.

"Enough," she growls. "Lie down."

Gladly.

Having regained enough of your senses, you decide to sneak in one more teasing action before she has her way with you. So as you slide your wet lips down her cock, you press and drag your tongue along the bottom.

“Shi- t.” Sevika’s broken curse slips past her lips without permission. But the moment she comes to- once you reach the very tip- she narrows her eyes at you threateningly.

You merely peer up at her with feigned innocence as you slide completely off, intentionally allowing a small dribble of precum to coat your bottom lip. With an exaggerated lick of your swollen, wet lips, you watch as her anger starts to ebb away. But just as you think you’ve soothed the savage beast, you feel pointed nails dig into each of your shoulders before she shoves you onto your back.

Your breath leaves your chest from the force of it, but Sevika leaves you no time to complain.

She shakes her head in disappointment. "Naughty little brat. You almost wasted my precious seed on that smartass mouth of yours." She starts to move back down your body, pressing her knees between your own to spread them.

“How would that have been a waste?” you ask as you prop yourself up on your forearms to watch her. “Are you telling me that even as a demonic god- even in my dreams- you can’t just make more quote-unquote seed?” You ask derisively.

Sevika freezes, her hands hovering just above your thighs. Her eyes slowly drift up until they meet yours. With an arched brow and a crooked smile, she sneers, “Do I need to use the tail again?” She brings the end of it into your view, flicking it back and forth for emphasis.

“Hey I’m just asking a very legitimate question,” you reply. You’re well aware that goading a demon is dangerous. But it’s Sevika. In a dream, you remind yourself again- a very wet dream. You know any punishment she dishes out will ultimately lead to your pleasure.

“Yeah? You sure you’re not just running your mouth because you want me to stuff it with something?” she asks as she lifts your thighs and spreads them wide. “Or maybe you’re looking to be put in your place in some other way?” Her lips curl into a devilish smirk.

“As I said earlier, that depends on what you have in mind,” you answer with a mischievous smile to match hers.

Sevika says nothing, merely continues to wear that lopsided grin as she settles between your legs. She leans over you, resting her metal hand against the mattress beside your head, her biological hand holding her hardened cock.

"This what you want?" She husks as she drags the head up through your wet slit. "You want me to fuck you with this?"

Not trusting your own voice as she rubs over your clit, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth and nod your head.

Amused by your sudden loss of words, Sevika chuckles lowly. Though she could easily drag the teasing on- figuratively and literally- she's craving a good fuck just as much as you are.

As she presses the tip just inside your entrance, you let yourself rest completely on your back. She eases in at such a slow speed it borders on torture. And when you try to lift your hips, she moves her hand to your waist to still you.

"I think you know what I'm going to say," Sevika warns.

Be patient.

You push your lower lip out in a pout, but Sevika simply lowers her head to press her lips to it. You wrap your arms around her back, fingers gripping at the muscles there as you pull her chest closer until her soft breasts touch yours. Her tongue traces over where your lips meet. Just as you eagerly grant her entrance, she closes that final distance, fully sheathing herself inside you.

The moan that rises from your chest is caught in your throat as Sevika's tongue plunges inside with the same wild intensity. It swirls around yours, withdrawing another muffled moan as you're struck with the lingering taste of your release.

Hooking your legs around her waist, you try to pull her in further, deeper, until you swear you feel the very tip. Every inch of her presses along your walls. It's sad if she was made just for you.

Sevika groans and pulls back from the kiss just far enough for your lips to barely touch. She gazes down at you with darkened eyes through eyelids heavy with need.

"You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. So tight," she husks, her lips grazing yours with every spoken syllable.

Good god does her praise sound so much sexier in that fiendishly deep voice of hers. It's enough to make your head spin. You close your eyes, wanting to focus on just the sound of her.

"I don't know why I didn't do this sooner," she adds, seemingly more to herself than you.

Ever so slowly, she starts to slide back out, sucking air through her teeth as you clench around her. Once only the tip remains precariously inside, she pauses.

Your toes curl in anticipation, body tensing as you wait for the imminent thrust of her hips. However, when seconds that feel more like an eternity pass without any motion or any sound, you slowly open your eyes.

Sevika stares down at you with wide hungry eyes and a villainous smile, showing off those dangerously sharp teeth.

"Sev-IKA" your whine becomes a startled cry as she snaps her hips and buries herself to the hilt. Her evil chuckle barely registers in the back of your mind through the pleasurable shock to your body.

Not giving you a moment of reprieve, she starts to fuck you at a slow, but steady pace.

Unsure if the speed she's selected is meant to please or tease, you quickly find yourself in need of more. The build-up of that warm, tight feeling is too slow. While she busies herself with licking her way down your jaw and neck, you let your heels drop back to the mattress, digging them in as you attempt to meet her every thrust with two of your own.

Without nearly the level of stamina she possesses- not to mention how your legs ache with each pleasurable drag of her hard cock against your walls- you quickly tire of the effort. And damn this cocky demonic woman currently controlling your future- you can feel her lips curl into an amused smirk from where they press against the swell of a breast. She knows it only makes you yearn for her more.

"Sevika," you whine breathlessly, "please."

"Please what?" Her question is muffled by her mouth skimming across your chest to taste the skin of your other breast.

"Fast-" You're cut off once again- and no doubt just as intentional- when you feel Sevika sink her pointed teeth into the swell of your breast.

"Fuck me!" You cry out, but the pain quickly subsides as she sucks and licks at the tiny marks left in her wake.

Behind your closed lids, you sense something above you. You open your eyes to find Sevika grinning down at you again, her breasts gently swaying over yours as she continues her torturous, yet sweetly slow cadence.

You give her your best puppy-dog eyes, pleading with her to have mercy on you. Then you attempt one more time to bargain with your demonic goddess.

"Please fuck me faster. I'll do anything."

Oh, now that seems to have caught her interest.

Sevika's brow raises in intrigue. "Anything?"

"Anything," you repeat with a nod.

"Deal."

Something tells you that you're likely to regret that later, but the moment she grabs the bottoms of your thighs and pushes them back against your chest, you couldn't care less. You're in for quite the ride.

She doesn't even bother gradually increasing her speed. The moment she gets you where she wants you she plants both hands beside your head and starts pummeling into you.

The sound of her thighs slapping against the back of yours mix with your wanton cries and moans, both of which nearly drown out her wild grunts.

You claw at her back, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. And with how mercilessly she drives that thick cock into your wet heat, it very well might.

Mind reeling from all the heavenly sensations, you nearly miss Sevika's grunted taunt.

"Look how much more well-behaved you are when I'm fucking- your- brains- out." She emphasizes the last four words with a grind of her hips each time she penetrates you, rubbing against your clit and leaving you near gasping as white light flashes behind your lids with each one.

"Still think this is a dream?" She jeers as she continues her onslaught, nearly pushing your body across the bed with the force. "Ever felt this fucking good in your dreams? Ever been so fucking wet?" Once again she adds emphasis, only this time it's with a powerful thrust that has a lewd squelching sound echoing through the dark room.

Just as she thought, you truly are too fucked out now. Her questions go in one ear and right out the other. All your focus is concentrated on gripping Sevika's back while she fucks you hard enough to cause the bed to shake and creak. And oh gods yes, you're quickly approaching that peak again.

"I asked you a question," Sevika growls.

That one you hear, but only because of the abrupt halt to your pleasure when she suddenly pulls out of you completely.

Not even given a chance to protest beyond the startled breathy cry that leaves your throat, you find yourself just as abruptly flipped over onto your hands and knees. Clawed hands- metal and organic- grip your waist as Sevika lines up and then slams back inside you.

From a combination of her sheer force and your weakened state, your front half collapses forward, face smashing against the mattress. You claw desperately at the bedding, trying to find purchase as Sevika continues to rail you from behind.

Between one of her rounds, she brings the palm of her flesh hand down against one of your asscheeks. Her sinister laughter rings through your ears, almost louder than the shriek that leaves your open mouth.

"Where's all that attitude now?"

Gone along with any and all cognitive abilities. Especially when you feel her hand rub soothing circles over your singing flesh. And even more so when she lightly scrapes those claws from the bottom of your spine straight up to the nape of your neck.

Your back arches in reflex to the sweet sensation that she leaves in her wake. Senseless words and curses fall from your slack mouth.

Sevika must be right. This can't possibly be a dream. Not when every part of your body is screaming with pleasure. Not when you feel so completely and delightfully filled by her.

She presses the palm of her hand against the exposed side of your face, pushing your head further into the mattress as she bends over you. She encapsulates you completely with her large body. Her sweat-slick breasts press against the curve of your spine as she fucks you impossibly deeper.

You're close. So fucking close. But you need something more. Just a little-

"Sevika," your voice comes out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper, apparently having been far more vocal than you realize. But thank the gods- or rather your demon girlfriend- she hears you.

She brings her mouth to your ear, her hot breath washing over you with each buck of her hips. "What do you want, kitten?"

"I- I need-" you struggle to form the words, absolutely drowning in pleasure, and she's apparently hell-bent on only making it harder.

She takes your earlobe between her teeth and gently tugs before whispering, "What was that? Use your words."

"More- I need more," you pant. "Please."

She hums against your ear as her tongue teases along the edge of it.

Just when you think you're going to have to beg more, you feel something slide between your sweaty bodies and around your waist.

Her tail.

The tip dips down over your abdomen, and as you realize its destination, you suck in a breath and hold it. All it takes is one slide over your throbbing, swollen clit to send you spiraling.

You sob pathetically as you're overtaken by earth-shattering pleasure for the second time tonight. Every muscle in your body spasms, including those surrounding Sevika's cock.

"Fuck," Sevika grits out through her teeth. "I'm going to cum." Her pace falters for a moment, but she's quick to recover. Lips pressed against your sweaty cheek, she husks, "Do you want me to fill you with my seed?"

Legs trembling, you're only held up by the grip of Sevika's metal hand on your waist as she continues to drive herself inside your soaked cunt. The lewd sound of it is lost on you though, as you just start to drift down from your high. And then her words replay in the back of your head.

Do you want me to fill you with my seed?

"Yes. Please," you whimper.

"Do you want to carry my half-breed spawn?" She huffs, and you can hear her losing steam, feel her hips stutter. She can't hold on much longer.

Dream or reality you don't fucking care anymore. You just want to feel her release inside you. You'd do anything for her, regardless of her being a goddamn demon.

"Please, Sevika."

"Say it."

"Breed me," you cry, overstimulation starting to set in under her continued assault.

That's all it takes. That, and one final deep thrust, then she's burying her face in your neck, groaning as thick cum flows from her cock.

You can feel all of it. It's inhumanly hot and vast, seeping out each time her body jerks. It spills out and down the insides of your thighs, all the way to the bedding at your knees.

After several weak thrusts, she finally stills. Though she doesn't go completely limp, you feel the weight of her press against your back, sweaty skin sticking to more sweaty skin. She moves her hand from the side of your head to rest against the mattress. You both take deep breaths in unison, and it's the only sound in the now otherwise silent abyss.

Sevika slips her arm around your waist when she feels your legs start to give way, finally depleted of all your remaining strength.

"Need to- lie down," you murmur between panting.

Despite having spent the entirety of the night with you being atrociously bratty, Sevika takes pity on you- or perhaps she's equally exhausted- and carefully pulls herself out before gently lying you on your back.

She hovers over you for a moment, straddling your limp body and watching your dazed expression. Several beads of sweat drip down the side of her face, then her neck before disappearing between her cleavage.

The rest becomes a bit of a blur as you drift in and out of conciseness. But you recall her wiping you off, cleaning you of both your fluids. And you remember moments of her kissing each of the marks she left on your skin. The scrapes and dotted cuts from her metal and demonic claws. The bright red indents decorating your skin where she bit you. And the raw skin where her hands or tail gripped and rubbed.

And the last thing you remember is her lying next to you, the tip of her tail gliding up and down the top of one of your thighs. Then she places a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "You did so well, my love."

Blinking several times, you slowly wake from your deep slumber. As your eyes come into focus in the dimly lit room, you realize you're sitting at your desk. Remembering your earlier escapades, you quickly sit up and glance around.

Your room, from what you can tell from the low glow of the desk lamp, is completely normal. All is as it was- or should be. Looking down at the desk you even find your drawing still sitting there.

So it really was a dream?

"You forgot the pointed tip," Sevika says from behind you.

You yelp, jumping in your seat much like you did earlier- or you thought you did.

"Shit, Sevika. Don't sneak up on me like that," you say groggily.

Wait- What did she just say?

"What pointed tip?" You ask suspiciously.

"On the tail," she whispers against your ear.

The hair on the back of your neck stands up and a shiver runs down your spine.

There's no way-

You peer down at your clothing. You're not in the t-shirt you remember putting on earlier that night. You're in a thin camisole, with a low cut that reveals the tops of your breasts. Including two very obvious rows of bite marks across one of them.

"Oh dear Janna," you murmur in shock.

Sevika tsks from behind you. Her voice drops lower, a familiar eerie echo ringing in your ear as she speaks in a sinister tone. “The only deity I want to hear you pray to is me. And you better start praying, because you promised me you’d do anything."

AN: If you haven't seen it yet, be sure to check out @sevikascrown's delicious fanart of demon Sevika here. 🥰

[lopposting]

The major question of the story that we are now asking:

Why, exactly, does Carlo never "wake up"?

[long post]

[Spoilers ahead]

Well, simply put - Because he is dead.

OK, that seems like too obvious an answer, but I'll elaborate, and bear with me here. I want to recap some elements first so you know where I'm coming from, but I'm also trying not to completely explain everything because that's way too hard and would be too long.

[Currently, we don't understand everything about the story or its meaning. Because of some of the shrouded nature of the lore and narrative, it leaves much mystery. But from viewing these questions and the story from a thematic standpoint, something unexpected and really cool happened. I found that the story and the lore opened up in reverse.]

The easiest way to explain the plot (in my opinion):

It was my impression that Geppetto never “started” the puppet frenzy. The puppets were NEVER breaking the grand covenant, interpretably they are protecting humans by stopping the spread of the petrification disease, it’s just that everyone in the city was infected by that point. 

Now with the puppets killing everybody in a city where everyone was infected (ergo being the result of the disease) Simon can go around harvesting all that ergo and Geppetto presumably plays him by letting Simon collect the Ergo first, and then sending P to kill him. [again, these details may not be completely accurate, but bear with me here]

Why create P in the first place?

He's made in Carlo's image so to speak because Geppetto hopes that Carlo's spirit will awaken. This is also why P is never bound to the covenant (it seems that not being bound to robot laws makes puppet egos awaken faster, since awakened puppets can break the grand covenant). So that is the two functions of P, to destroy puppets for ergo to harvest and so Carlo's consciousness can restore. I was just guessing that the arm of god was enough to get Carlo to revive, and Carlo's mental spirit reviving would be helpful but not entirely necessary. But for reasons we don't understand, Carlo never does regain consciousness.

Geppetto bitterly tells us that we don't seem to have inherited Carlo's memories. There is no big moment where Pinocchio or Pino or P reawakens, fully, as Carlo. He isn’t treated by the story as him. During the course of the game, P struggles to forge his own identity, to become a real boy, despite starting as a copy of the original. It’s a very fitting parable for the genre identity of a soulslike.

However, there are other successful re-incarnations of people through puppets, namely Sophia at the end of the Rise ending. We ask, for consistency's sake, why are puppet-form Romeo and puppet-form Sophia assumed to have retained their original identities, but not Pino? This is just my personal interpretation of why Carlo just couldn't or doesn't wake up. It isn't really based any lore or deduction from story details, this is from more of a philosophical point of view. And it isn't just the luck of the draw.

I had some initial thoughts about Carlo's failure. Romeo was made with intention of continuing to fight against the disease, as it's told that he "made a deal with the devil". Sophia may have been a special case, as she is a listener (Arlecchino even refers to her as the goddess in the tower), she may have had an ergo identity so strong that her essential self could retain this process. But either way, the implication is that Pino may have been able to recover her not long after that final fight. Look at the nameless puppet. The state of Carlo's body is so poor, that more than not his body seems to have been replaced with puppet parts. I think the implication was that Geppetto had been replacing parts as they rotted away. Maybe he had simply been dead for too long. But again, this isn't exactly why I think he couldn't awaken.

Simon and Geppetto

Lies has two main antagonists, although one isn't completely revealed until the last section. Both Simon and Geppetto are the perpetrators of Krat's destruction, but for what seems like different reasons. Simon is trying to be reborn, and Geppetto is trying to revive his dead son, Carlo. Interpretably, they are both trying to become Gods. Simon by grasping the supernatural, cosmic power of one, and Geppetto by raising the dead. They have destroyed Krat in their attempt to become a god, or more succinctly put, attempting to become God, singular. Geppetto's goal is, in essence, the same as Simon's goal - Because bringing back the dead would make him God.

That's why it seemed all so confusing. Haven't Geppetto and the alchemists already raised the dead, as Pino does at the end of the Rise ending with Sophia? Sophia, Romeo, and Carlo were all afflicted with the disease. Their Ergo were all made into puppets, but there's a minor but important distinction here. Sophia is still alive in her condition and actively suffering, this is the reason why she asks us to end her life. It seems as though Romeo lost his friend to the disease, and then made a "deal with the devil" to continue fighting, this implies being made into the king of puppets. We collected Sophia's ergo while she was alive, which we then used to animate the puppet. So the three of them were afflicted with the petrification disease. Sophia perished, Romeo perished, but Carlo died.

Now if we see the sand memories section of the beach, the stalker's words start to gain some clarity. If Carlo died from an incurable disease that the stalker couldn't prevent, why is she too late? Perhaps the goal was never to "save" Carlo's life. She laments; That she was too late, NOT to "save" him, but for him to be able to be restored. The stalker seemed to understand that whatever procedure needed to be done would be useless past the point of death.

I have to admit that there was something that I thought could override my theory. It seems as though the alchemists already were able to bring back both Champion Victor and The Eldest of the BRB, and from the dead no less. We read from notes in the Grand Exhibition that Victor had caught the disease, died to the despair of his adoring fans, but then miraculously made a comeback somehow stronger than ever. But maybe - he had only appeared to be brought back from the dead to the public, as Victor sought the help of the alchemists. And when it comes to the Eldest in the coffin, I'm wondering if he was actually only mortally wounded, leading the brotherhood to consult with the alchemists. [The way he was carried out by his brothers too (shouldered on either side) isn't typically the way you would expect people would handle a dead person]

Mirroring Sophia, Romeo, and Pinocchio, who were made into puppets: There is Champion Victor, The Eldest, and Nameless Puppet. We can see the former three as Geppetto's method of "cheating" God (cheating Death), and the latter three as alchemists' method. Only "Carlo" has a form in either one - The Nameless Puppet and the player, P. The Nameless puppet appears to share a similar undead quality with Victor and The Eldest of the BRB (including the tubes). We know that the collected Ergo can animate puppets, They are puppeting around their own dead bodies.

I feel like the Nameless Puppet tells us in a poetic way that Carlo is gone. My thoughts on this are more abstract. Again, this isn't from a factual analysis, but more of from viewing the Nameless Puppet itself as a metaphor. The Nameless puppet has qualities similar to the other undead bosses, yet the game doesn't describe it like it does Victor and the Eldest. It's not a body. It is a puppet [Human on the outside, mechanical on the inside - the inverse of our protagonist]. And straight in the text, we are told this is "The Nameless Puppet". But we know who Carlo was. His name was Carlo. We split open its head, and there are only cold, mechanical parts, instead of what we in the modern world now regard as the very most essential self (the brain). Because there was nothing to recover, there is no one there. Carlo's spirit had long, long since departed the world.

We are also told through one of the game's narrative devices that the Nameless puppet was the first puppet fitted with the organ. Ostensibly, Carlo's body was being prepared for whatever procedure that needed to take place, but Carlo died before that could happen (perhaps thankfully), and Geppetto pushed forward with his plans anyway, perhaps past the point of no return.

There are two forms of revival and we represent one of them, as in, there was the puppet form of Carlo and the undead form of Carlo. Presumably, the undead form was incredibly destructive, and thus stored away; We are the second try for Carlo's rebirth, this time in the puppet form, but we cannot even wake up without the aid of Sophia.

Lies, God, and the Finality of Death

But doesn't Geppetto actually succeed in one of the endings? Simon fails to become a god, (well, presumably only because we kill him in the process of doing so) and then we confront Geppetto. If we hand over our heart, Geppetto actually does revive Carlo. We see the resurrected Carlo, but with one simple smile we realize this isn't the Carlo the game has been leading us to believe existed. This ending leaves us with distrust and unease rather than a sense of peace and resolution. Simon fails to become a god, and at the bad ending - even if he "wins" - the game makes us wonder if So does Geppetto. No matter what, Carlo could NEVER be truly, and in both senses of the word, honestly, be revived.

[Simon Manus - like Simon Magus, the biblical figure who tries to buy into the supernatural power of God. And Geppetto, of course alluding to the 1883 italian novel The Adventures of Pinocchio - a puppet master, a creator indeed, but of wooden imitations of life, and a poor imitation of God]

So, why I think Carlo could not wake up? Because whatever needed to happen could not be done after the actual point of death, and Sophia and Romeo's hearts were both transferred before they actually died. His spirit had long gone from this world. Krat has methods of eternal life, but these transfers happened while they were still alive. While the alchemists and Geppetto could certainly cheat death (as we maybe even would with modern day medicine), they could not defeat it. Carlo can no longer wake up, Carlo can never wake up again, because he is dead.

[ohmyplasticstars]

QUACHIL UTTAUS HEADCANONS

First time ever drawing quachill, she's actually a lot of easier to draw than I thought which is probably what kept me from drawing her in the first place

I think it'd be really stinkin cute if Quachill had more bat parts to her

To reference yog, cuz technically she's a biblically accurate angel which references her mom Ishtar is a goddess, and she wears jewellery similar to her mom's

So it'd be neat if she had some goofy bat features

She has bat legs and smol bat wings she's silly

While I don't think Yog has bat legs because he's a vampire

I like to think when quachil was being born genetics got freaky, because Ishtar goddess of the pests and creatures and Yog is a Vampire with a bat form

So quachill came out lookin like a creature

Ishtar told Yog to get freaky with her in bat form trust 🗣️🗣️🗣️/j

So the vampire genes came out funny on quachill she has bat legs, wings, and long stringy fingers to match her batty toes

Yeah I made the hems of her skirt and ends sleeves look like bat wings too

She's a lovely kid

Lamprey ahh, she only opens her mouth to eat, people? Maybe probably yeah they eat people

She can talk telepathically without opening her mouth tho, it sounds echoey and grand to humans

But to the astrals she just has a regular kid tone, still says whatever too fr

Head canons: she likes cheezits, and she wrecks misfortune and disaster on earth, she's a thrones angel and angel of misfortunes

She acts all high and mighty around humans and tries to speak fancy (since astrals see humans as lesser, yes they all act high and mighty around humans and then just become goofy as hell when among themselves

except dagda he's like the cheshire cat, and abdicus doesn't speak with people much but if he does he goes into a psychotic ramble but otherwise he's basically a feral human

Also yeah he's also human but he matches the astral freak so no one touches him 💀 except zoth yk yk)

But really to the astrals she's just a little guy

Yog doesn't exactly support it, but he looks Sus and sissy when teaching quachil this so he doesn't exactly bother

I like to think the astrals are all ridiculously powerful to different levels and quachil being an angel she has big potential

Like my friends and I had a head canon that quachil plays with meteors 💀

She's the reason why meteor showers happen guys