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hi, I'm new to your blog and honestly I'm kind of loving it.
I get the "sneaking" suspicion you like Leo the most, did you get his fetish card in the game?
I ask because it's actually quite sweet
Welcome! I’m so happy I decided to take a mental break right when you sent this 😅😭 and he’s one of my favorites 🫢 (tall hunka hunka pasta man tan silky skin bath water dripping down v-line light dusting of hair above his thick throbbing coc-) anywho. I don’t have it! Though I would love to lic- *cough* see it!
So I’m currently at work right and um I work at a yacht club that host events right and that means food is almost always involved, being served, displayed, etc. which means I’m almost always busing tables right and I just casually dropped a slice of sausage into this older rich woman’s purse… we made eye contact… looked at each other for a good four seconds and the only thing I could get my stupid tongue to mutter was “you’ve got a sausage in your purse now”
Is your favorite Theo? Write about your kinky desire with him~ no shame my dear I wanna hear it
He’s one of my favorites… I can’t seem to pick between Leo and him *cough* anyway…
Something I think about a loottt — damn this man for makin me feel like a ✨slut✨— is him fucking me from behind, pushing between my shoulders to pin me down and fuck me further into his bed… goin on about “atta girl. You look so pretty takin my cock like the good little whore you are,” voice all gravely and entirely pussy drunk.
Him wrapping my leash around his fist that he just had to connect to a thin-chained choke collar, makin the links click click click tighter and tighter till my vision starts to blur and my head swims with buzzing tingles. His eyes rolling and hips shuttering when I come facken harrddd pushing back against him, grinding, torturing myself into overstimulation and him just being sooo weak to it he whines out “burning… fuck schatje you’re so… so…” his throat tightening and fangs just ah throbbing causing his voice to hic and crack as he babbles about how sopping wet I am, how my “perfect little cunt” is sucking him in.
The dom role quickly slipping from his fingers as I start fucking him from the bottom completely reveling in the moans and rare-as-hell high pitched whines slithering through his gnashed teeth as he entirely yeets himself into just feeling his body instead of listening to his mind.
And him finally coming to his senses, snapping back at me like a rubber band breaking, sticking his fingers through the holes of the leather *dog* muzzle buckled around my head keeping me from biting and licking cause I needed to “learn a lesson” about how good pups don’t “snip their blunted, pathetic-,” and very human, “teeth at their masters.” Tugging me up to my knees by the muzzle, forcing my back to arch sharply as he rest my head in the dip between neck and shoulder. Him pressing his hand on my lower belly to feel the thumping of his cock inside me. His sinful fingers still pinning me by the muzzle holes and all I can think about is my teeth around a digit, showing him that, yes, most are flat but my canines can do some fucking damage.
And ya best bet he doesn’t stop till my screams fizzle out to shivering whimpers and he has to physically hold me up so he can keep using my body as his own personal fuck toy… Imma go take a cold shower now😂
Who do you think Leonardo would let in on a threesome or giving a hall pass to let MC just so she can feel the pleasure of a vampire bite?
Arthur is a definite no lol. Just because he tends to talk of more... mature... things like it's an everyday casual occurrence (which for him I guess it is). The poor overprotective Papi's blood would boil just at the thought of Arthur discussing his Cara mia's affections so breezily.
Comte is another definite no… for the biting part at least. I feel like if biting wasn't involved Comte would be his first choice due to him knowing the man inside😉 and out. Purebloods can feel each others' emotions, strong ones at least, so Leonardo would be able to monitor Comte more intimately than the lessers. Plus Leonardo knows while Comte tries his damn hardest to keep up his 'gentleman' presona - the man is an absolute beast in the sheets and would make MC scream. And the thought turns him on to the max when he pushes down the initial burst of unbridled jealousy and possessiveness. This guard dog doesn't like others touching his bone but he trusts Comte more than most, even if he is another pureblood. (Purebloods are inherently jealous and possessive creatures so the thought of Comte touching what's his causes his protective nature to sky-rocket.) Comte’s a massive switch and while Leo leans more towards being a top, he’d gladly fold his hands and bend his knees for the resident golden mommy when the situation demanded it. So while there might be a few tense moments when it comes to sliding into their roles, they’d eventually figure it out and blend deliciously like gold dusted dark chocolate and strong whiskey.
Isaac is a no because Leonardo would be too worried about him losing control and hurting MC. If he wasn't an adverbant Leo would be all for it. Besides he would get a kick out of seeing Isaac all blushy and whimpering for MC. (It would make him proud of her lol)
Jean is a yes if he would get over his 'I'm a monster' deal. Leonardo knows he would be gentle and treat the lady of the mansion like a queen with how respectful and protective of her honor he is in his everyday life. He also has a very strong hold on his blood lust so Leo wouldn't have to worry about him losing control. Jean, being a switchy creature of midnight, would be submissive towards both Leonardo and MC so there wouldn't be a power-play struggle. It’s a win win in Leo’s mind.
Dazai is a probably not just because the man is a blank page that randomly flashes with neon colors. Basically, he's too hard to read and sporadic for Leonardo to feel safe putting MC in the way of his fangs.
Shakespeare is a maybe leaning towards a strong no. He's too shady and has too many secrets for comfort. But he's also an extremely respectful gentleman that drinks his respect woman juice every morning. If Leonardo was in the mood for a tense and horrendously kinky fuck session with passive aggressive phrases and burning glares he would be okay with it.
Leonardo knows Theo is just a big teddy bear with thorns but there's still a constant worry in the back of his mind that Theo would be a little too rough with her. MC is also pretty sensitive (at least in Leonardo's route) so he would be afraid of Theo saying something that was somewhat too harsh to be considered teasing. Leonardo teases her, don't get me wrong, but it is entirely different from Theo's sharp-tongued borderline bullying quips and nicknames. Leo would also be aware of the fact Theo is hung like a horse (and while Leonardo is too, Theo is a loootttt thicker than Leo) and might be too much for MC to handle (at least at first). Theo would be grumpy about it and would talk sooo much shit but he would 100% submit to Leo. So Theo is another maybe if mister Italian pride is okay with taking turns (cause like unless MC is a freaking bottomless pit there ain’t no way in hell she takin both of ‘em) and keeping Theo’s mouth under control.
Mozart is an eh. He might piss Leo off with his cold and bratty attitude which he most definitely would have if he was having to share MC with Leo. He might take his frustrations out on MC by overwhelming her and Leonardo really doesn't feel like breaking a pianist's fingers. So eh.
Sebastian couldn't bite her but Leonardo would be down for a threesome.
Napoleon would be an easy yes. He knows how to please a woman, is on good terms with Leonardo, doesn't have an overly rough personality, and is very respectful and protective of MC. The ex emproer checks off almost all the boxes besides the submission thing. He wouldn't necessarily submit to the dirt old Italian but he would work with Leo to overcome a goal which would be to take away MC's ability to walk but whatever. Napoleon could surely get his noodle wet if he wanted to.
Hunky pasta man wouldn't hesitate when it came to Vincent. I mean come on. What wouldn't he do right? He would immediately submit and would have only the purest -but still naughty- intentions when handling Cara mia like the richest piece of treasure. They could also collaborate and use MC's body as a canvas (of course using flesh-safe paint). MC's wellbeing and pleasure would be the only thing on Vincent's mind so Leo wouldn't have to worry about him losing control or overwhelming her. The only downside is how Theo would blame the elder vampire for 'corrupting' his precious boer. He might also think about Vincent getting addicted and wanting more than a sexual relationship and then overstepping boundaries Leonardo is uncomfortable with. They would be a great combo though... I mean the demanding and commanding, frustrating and incredibly filthy words being soothed by a warm smile, gentle touches and sweet whispers of encouragement is just a beautiful cocktail of sex that just washes over the tongue and makes your toes tingly.
Omega!Arthur dropping to his knees the moment he meets Alpha!MC…
First off- love this. Second- please entertain me more with your brilliant omegaverse brain juice, you sexy beast you.
And him just being an absolute slutty whimpering mess for the his alpha. Constantly. Following her around and completely soaking the room in his lusty, sugary sweet scent just to make her head whip to him. A shit-eating grin on his face like ‘I know you smell it, look at me, give me attention, and bend me over this couch.’
Such a needy omega he is. Always rock hard for her. Always begging for the slight touch from her.
Him sneaking into her room and 'stealing' her clothes to add to his nest (it's not really stealing when he flaunts through the halls with an arm full of her blouses and skirts looking happier than a milk stuffed kitten) totally doesn't growl when he sees the ones gifted from comte. She ends up making a deal with him that instead of him taking her clothes (it's not like she could just walk around naked and at the rate he was going that was gonna end up being her only option) she would scent everything he wanted her to. She almost regretted the deal when her neck became a little sore after the twenty-third plushy, fourteenth blanket, thirty-second nicknack, and the sixth pillow, but his soft smile and joyful eyes made her suffering worth it.
He does any and everything possible to get his nose closer to her scent glands, from acting drunk so he can be manhandled and draped across her body her strength makes him shiver to dramatically plopping down next to her whining about how tiiirrred he is and my how pillow-esque is her shoulder looking... he is above nothing when it comes to the prospect of physical closeness of her.
He is soooo jealous too. His scent turns sour, twinged with frustration and anxiety when he sees her getting just a little too close for comfort to the other omegas of the mansion (someone explain to the poor man that being on the other side of the room isn't 'too close'). Especially Isaac. His jokes and bothersome interruptions of his daily life, as Isaac puts it, come more often and not nearly as much as before at the same time. It seems Arthur appears out of nowhere when Isaac nears MC just to literally (physically) tug the oblivious physicist away, but then disappears from 'Newt, old boy''s sight the moment he is far enough that it appeases the writer.
The moment MC offers a handmade bracelet to Arthur with the intention to court, he nearly passes out. Bouncing around purring happily and spewing so much excited pheromones it makes the others gag. Theo being more dramatic than the others, obliviously, with his heated quips and sleeve-covered nose. And when he says something a little too mean, maybe along the lines of MC not wanting a slutty omega like Arthur, you best believe MC will be snapping and snarling at Theo, growling like some deranged beast and hiding Arthur behind her. Like you go, girl- protect that precious attention whore. Meanwhile, Arthur has stars in his eyes and a raging hard-on.
Speaking of hard-ons. His heats hit hard. And I mean hard, both physically and emotionally. Before, MC he would seek out those he trusted, dealing with it by getting pinned by Dazai, teased by Comte, or even completely demolished by Theo. He doesn't indulge in his nightly escapades out on the town during his heats; he is far too vulnerable during to feel safe leaving the mansion and the arms of his friends and alphas he trusts with his life. Now, with MC he can't be satisfied with anyone but her.
And such an insatiable trembling mess he is. He just feels so hot and there is just so much pressure pulsing in his stomach and cock that surely MC won't blame him for crying out her name like some desperate puppy, legs spread wide and skin flushed, ripe for the picking. He can feel like slick dripping between his thighs but that is the last thing on his mind when lithe fingers and pretty nails pinch at his pebbled, pink nipples. The roughness of her clothes against his sensitive skin is almost torturous but the wispy tips of her hair tickling over his rips and belly make it worth the discomfort.
And when his head becomes slightly less hazy and the ground forms below him he freaks out when he notices MC is gone from his nest. Tumbling around his room like some newborn deer, throwing himself at his door to wrench it open, and nearly dragging himself across the floor to where his alpha's scent is the strongest. Which happens to be the kitchen... where she was making soup for him... because he hasn't eaten... because she was making him forget everything but her name and the feeling of his legs going numb.
He's so emotional when he finds her that fat crocodile tears slip down his blotchy cheeks as he all but falls into her open arms blubbering about he promises to be a better omega and that he's sorry and please don't leave him. MC nearly freaks out just as much as him thinking he's hurt himself by accident until she manages to tuck him back into his nest and spoon-feds him the soup she made.
The omega looks so pitiful with his tear-rimmed, big blue eyes, downturned brows, his swollen pouty lips, and sweaty chest that her heart thumps painfully against her ribcage. Like seriously MC? How could you think you could get away with being out of the safety of his nest and arms for even a moment. How dare you try to make this hormonal and very hungry sex monster homemade soup in the kitchen that is most definitely not his room while he was literally passed out and dead to the world. scoff.
anyway...
He's very quickly learned one of his new favorite things is to be jerked off from behind by MC. He loves the safety and security he feels once he has to lean back against his alpha, his body just too weak to support itself after hours of being played with and railed.
Her cheeks and tongue rub against his neck as he shudders and shivers, cum spilling over her fingers once more. He can feel his face blazing while she smears the thick liquid between her fingers and screams as she stuffs said fingers deep within him, fingering the keening little omega as if her life depended on it.
omg. just imagine his whimpers while MC is kneeling over him, his cum from their previous rounds dripping out of her and onto the wet patch of curly hair below his belly button, mumbling about how he's been spoiled a bit too much as of late, and come on pretty boy, work a little harder, and him trying so desperately to push up into her but being held down by her hands on his hips and lower tummy. He gets so frustrated he almost cries (bully, he calls her) until she gifts him a little mercy and sinks down onto him, completely owning him and wrecking him entirely at that point he does cry lol such a sensitive baby.
Could I please request how le Comte would celebrate his lovers birthday, if they weren't looking forward to it? A drabble please, but if you rather do headcanons I understand. (Whatever is easier for you.) My birthday is coming up really soon and everything has been awful lately 😞
Happy late birthday my love❤
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“Checkmate.”
A sigh left his lover’s lips as Comte began returning the ivory chess pieces back to their respective places smiling softly in amusement.
“I don’t know why I even suggested chess,” they laughed out, throwing their head back with a closed-eyed smile. “It’s unfair.”
Comte’s golden gaze followed the slow breathing of their chest, traced the angled line of their arms strung along the top of the couch. He raised a brow at their huffy tone and chuckled under his breath. Leaning back against leather cushions, Comte spoke lowly, his voice warmed by the crackling fire beside them, “is that whining I hear?”
They waved a limp hand in the air. “Absolutely. I mean, who wouldn’t whine when their cruel fiancé doesn’t even let them win a measly game of chess while on their birthday vacation.”
“But this isn’t a ‘birthday vacation’. It's just a vacation.” He crossed his legs and reached for the long-stemmed glass of wine sitting on the coffee table between the recently engaged couple. The taste washed over his tongue leaving behind a sweet cherry and oak coating in his mouth. A beautiful forty-year aged wine, if he did say himself.
Their head lulled to the side, eyes sliding open to thin slits, their expression blank. “Right… because a romantic trip with wine and a fireplace to a secluded cabin deep within the mountains, conveniently falling on the week of my birthday isn’t suspicious at all.”
“It isn’t. You said you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday so I heroically saved you from the torturous celebrations the others most certainly would have put you through,” Comte paused to swallow a therapeutic dosing of wine, continuing with a playful hint in his words, “for all you know this conveniently scheduled trip could be a result of my personal selfish reasonings.”
“There’s only two options left then. You either brought me out here to kill me, or to fuck me.”
“No one would hear your screams.” His brows furrowed. “And language little one.”
His lover scoffed. Comte had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
“Did you plan the blizzard too?”
Comte laughed out loud this time. The kind of laugh that came from deep within his chest and dripped with comfort and happiness. His lover smiled warmly at his display and tucked their legs under them, covering their knees with the large button-down Comte had graciously gifted them. His humored gaze drifted to a window taking up the majority of one of the cabin’s walls; its frosted glass revealed a positively mystifying winter wonderland filled with proud pine trees, unforgiving mountains, and fat clumps of pure white snow dancing through the windy sky. He swiped a pink tongue across the front of his teeth, shrugged, and stood, walking towards a large brass gramophone tucked neatly in the corner of the room.
“Who knows,” he mumbled. Pale fingers flipped through a decently sized stack of records, his fingertips grazing the top of each one as if he was trying to ‘feel’ the music it held. He hummed lowly as he pulled a black record from its sleeve and placed it on the turntable, giving the hand crank a few turns.
His lover watched him from the corner of their eye as they stood and walked towards the fireplace. Wiggling their toes against the soft fur rug beneath them, they closed their eyes and wrapped sleave-covered arms around their waist. The end of their shirt rose with the movement showing the tiniest sliver of their underwear.
Comte smirked, stalking his lover from under the golden threads of his bangs, whispering gently as a desirable heat began to spark in his eyes, “I did plan this, though.”
Soon enough soothing notes, like rose petals drifting from a blue sky, shifted through the spice-scented air, tugging his lover into a world of lavender fields and cotton candy with its classical keys of romance. A delicate smile grew upon their face and Comte wanted nothing more than to hold it close to his heart, protecting it with everything he had in him. Their head rolled once more, towards him this time.
“Vissi d’Arte,” they murmured, “one of my favorites.”
Comte placed his glass down and reached for his lover. “May I have this dance, mon amour?”
“Always,” they answered, limbs mushy with a sugary sweetness.
Their fingers laced and blushes matched. Comte’s hand rested on the soft curve of his beloved’s hip as they swayed to the music pouring into the room and their hearts.
He brushed a few stray hairs behind his lover’s ear, his eyes running along every inch of their face. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Such a flirt,” they giggled, words drawn out and drunk on the man before them.
He brought them in close, covering them in his warm embrace and kissed a silent promise into their lips. Again and again, till slow brushes of petal lips turned to passion-stricken gasps and sharp nails.
They could feel the razor tips of Comte’s fangs against their tongue as he laid them down onto the rug below, spreading their legs with a commanding hand to make room for himself between the plushness of their thighs. His hair was like silk slipping through their fingers as they tugged weakly at the threads. A shaky exhale left them at the feel of lithe fingers snaking across their skin, pinching at their nipples till they rose to darkened, stiff peaks.
Comte’s pants grew uncomfortably tight with each grind of himself against the heated core of his lover. Breaths came out in swallow pants as his control sifted through his fingers like sand. A whimper left the form beneath him forcing him to swallow thickly at the sudden radiating burn in his throat.
“Comte!”
He stared down at them, a wanton fire raging through him.
“Incorrect.”
His hand wrapped around the throat of the squirming human under him, fingers squeezing as a warning. “Say my name,” he growled out.
Their eyes squeezed close muscles trembling like some pathetic little mouse in the jaws of a lion. They keened with each second their head grew fuzzier. “Abel… Abel.”
He smirked as they moaned, fangs flashing like pearls in the light of the fire, and purred, “such a good pet.”
He squeezed tighter, heart thumping like the pulse of blood under his thumb. “Again.”
Could I please request how le Comte would celebrate his lovers birthday, if they weren't looking forward to it? A drabble please, but if you rather do headcanons I understand. (Whatever is easier for you.) My birthday is coming up really soon and everything has been awful lately 😞
Comte paused to swallow a therapeutic dosing of wine, continuing with a playful hint in his words, “for all you know this conveniently scheduled trip could be a result of my personal selfish reasonings.”
“There’s only two options left then. You either brought me out here to kill me, or to fuck me.”
“No one would hear your screams.” His brows furrowed. “And language little one.”
His lover scoffed. Comte had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.
“Did you plan the blizzard too?”
Some smut, some wine, and a whole lot of fluffy Comte... who wants it?
The residents on modern-time trips/ amusement parks:
Isaac locking pinkies in large crowds with one of the ‘big boy’ residents, eyes wide and darting. His lip being bruised by the time they get to a quiet place because he bit it so hard.
Vincent tugging Theo behind him like a little kid and glancing over his shoulder to make sure his anxiety isn’t rising from constantly bumping into people. (He gets kinda feisty)
Napoleon randomly grabbing Jean and bringing him back to the group because the poor saint is shit with directions.
Sebastian carrying almost every bag he can fit on his body because ‘now now, M. Le Comte- do not worry for me. I am simply one hell of a butler.’ (Also him wearing one of those giant, floppy hats and large pointed sunglasses)
Napoleon having to step off to the side to let the group pass because he accidentally keeps trying to lead but doesn’t know where he’s going.
Leonardo continuously getting lost cause he just suddenly disappears, chasing down every shiny object or whatever catches his eye.
Theo absolutely terrorizing the dessert cart employees by ordering everything they have at least twice. (Also him saying absolutely horrific, filthy things to the people in line that tell him to hurry up then immediately asking for ice cream topped pancakes)
Mozart carrying around a gallon sized container of hand sanitizer.
Mozart gagging at every child.
Mozart wiping down his seat on a ride before sitting.
Just Mozart being disgusted the entire time.
Comte drinking at every cart with alcohol cause the entire trip is nothing but arguments, sarcasm, and snarky comments.
Comte wearing the biggest, fluffiest robe he could find while lounging by the pool. Then drinking wine in the hot tub with a towel wrapped around his hair. (100% lights a shit ton of candles when taking a bath hoping to relax while alone but all he can hear is his children fighting outside his room)
Them losing Dazai only to find him swimming in the dolphin aquarium. Or climbing a ride hundreds of feet in the air with the fire department on the ground yelling that he has so much to live for. (He just wanted to high five the people on the ride as the pass)
Shakespeare and Arthur being forced to wear a child leash connected to Comte.
Everyone immediately blaming Shakespeare for any inconvenience or any ride breaking down. Him just smirking and saying “tis most unfortunate”.
Arthur causing absolute havoc and Comte chasing him around with a shoe or spanking him in the middle of the walkway.
Arthur disappearing while they are watch one of those behind-the-curtain-shadow-show thingys and him reappearing behind the curtain gettin frisky with an employee. Then getting dragged off the stage. (Comte shaking his head and mentally giving up cause all the people watching are laughing thinking it’s apart of the show but he knows it his disappointment child)
Him holding your hands as you ride him, keeping you steady and strong. Praising you with each moan and breathy whimper that leaves your kiss swollen lips.
His finger tips tracing the blush trailing down your neck and chest, thumbs gliding over your cheeks to cup your jaw and pull you gently towards his lips.
Pride shining like diamonds in his eyes when you clench down on him, your face pinching in pleasure. His hands running down your body as he takes in the sight of you shivering above him.
Aww his adoring whispers of ‘beautiful, mon ange- claim me like the royalty you are’ and ‘Je t’aime de tout mon coeur’.
He’ll ask ‘do you wish to see stars?’ If you say yes he’ll pull you close and carry you to the balcony, laying you down against his cape and taking you under the night sky as your moans mingle with his.
Your cries of rapture echoing through the garden below.
His palms cradling your head like treasure and long, black eyelashes tickling your brow with each measured thrust.
Napoleon’s voice being all blissed out and thick with rasp while telling you to ‘lose yourself amongst their light, sweet, sweet thing. Just promise me, mon amour, you’ll fly back down and into my arms.’
Tattoo artist! Vincent doing an intricate tattoo on your ribs.
Him rolling up his sleeves to reveal the oh so sexy swirls and designs covering his toned forearms. Black ink following the sharp turns of his veins and disappearing under his shirt to peek out of the tip of his collar.
His brows furrowing adorably because he’s trying so hard to please you with his art.
One hand cupping the curve of your hip to pin you down and keep you still.
The needles going over a tender spot making you flinch and exhale slowly. He calls you a good girl/boy cause you took it so well, staying put just for him so he can paint his colors permanently into your skin.
You can’t concentrate on anything but his fingertips digging into your hip and his voice rumbling through your mind in hushed tones as he tries to keep you calm and comfortable.
Him coming up behind you as you look at the finished tattoo in a mirror. His hands pushing the hem of your shirt up and kneeling at your feet.
Vincent catching your gaze in his clear eyes and questioning if you like it as he gently brushes his thumb over your sensitive flesh, his blond hair tickling you ribs as he leans in closer to check the smoothness of his lines.
Don’t mind me, just skipping down the road to horny jail. 💃
no thoughts... just drooling about how positively beefy Leonardo is and how easily he could bend and rail you to the point you can only whimper out broken syllables of ‘fuck’ as fat tears streak down your cheeks.
Him making you look like a complete mess, covered in sweat and cum, tongue flopped out and still having the audacity to smirk and call you his ‘pretty little cagna in calore’. As if he wasn’t the sole cause of you acting like said ‘bitch in heat’.
Imagine-Theo fucking you against a wall in an art gallery.
Your neck and collarbone absolutely covered in love bites as if he tried painting a collar on you.
Him pinning your wrists above your head and mumbling against your lips about how he should strip you down, tie you up, and admire you like all masterpieces should be.
*groans* The beast laying you down and grinding into you slowly, the stretch of him making you choke and shiver under him.
His eyes smoldering as he gazed at his blushing beauty.
A shudder running through him while he holds you, trying to keep you from falling apart beneath his towering form.
Him demanding you to ‘calm down’ when your moans start to bleed into screams. ‘Look at the paintings,’ he hisses... ‘let the cerulean keep you quiet’. The color reminds you of his eyes and he grips at you tighter. Scenes of daisy filled fields and fierce storms begin to blur together as Theo curls over you, covering you, claiming you as his and reaching deeper within you than you ever thought was possible.
