#🥮 — dark fall

[darlingpwease]

My lovely wife you giving me ideas and thinking about imagining Yandere and omega Leon how breed bull he looks

hihi souffle~!!! <333 kith kith<33333

king's favourite

♡ unhealthy behaviour, animalistic behaviour, alternative universe, family making, mention of violence + blood, he has not yet lost powers, forced relationship if you squint, reincarnation themes if you squint; transmigrator!reader (or just isekaid), alpha-like beta!reader

♡ breeding / unprotected sex, rough treatment, nipples play (g.), blood play (r.), womb fucking if you squint, cum inflation if you squint, (spicy & messy)

How did they teach you there? "Get into the situation, understand and forgive"? "There is a spark of goodness in everyone"? "You just have to be patient"?

"We have to wait and everything will get better"?

You waited — many times — and even when you found yourself here, in your own body with several modified features; thought "at last I will live well, nothing is scary after death, I can start again," clinging to the chance to survive is not out of desperation at all, but from the fact that you have already seen similar situations before, using your skills and knowledge mixed with the underdevelopment of the surrounding world.

You don't know what happened here, — you don't want to know — but you're sure it makes you feel better.

After all, you, prepared by the modern world and by some incomprehensible effect caused by changes in your body, are ready for anything as long as your blood flows in your body. Undoubtedly, it is unusual for you in this new world, with these 'alphas', 'betas', 'omegas', only some deltas and gammas are missing, and already five letters from the greek alphavite have been collected, but you get used to it.

You're really getting used to it.

You are lucky to be an unremarkable beta, without this strange smelling dynamics, with these incomprehensible exchanges of smells and even stranger features — like a knot??? womb??? bite glands??? — and questionable courtship.

But no one seems to fall in love with betas.

And then you met him.

If you knew in advance that the betas, it turns out, are also quite attractive for some reason, then you would run as fast as you could from him and from his subordinates — but then you really thought that nothing would happen, "the worst thing is death". And it's not that what happened to you, when violet eyes collided with you and shone like billions of stars, was worse than death.

“Finally.”

But when the only thing you can do is agree, knowing perfectly well and seeing that your refusal means nothing if the 'king of Dark Fall' chose you. In the end, you were nothing more than a charming pet that was chosen from thousands of the same, probably even more beautiful and exciting — but for some reason it was on your figure that the purple eyes stopped and froze, with dilated feline pupils, when a strong slender hand grabbed your wrist, not letting you move away, in front of eyes an equally shocked environment, scorching at you rather than at him, asking themselves 'why are you' than 'what does his behavior mean'.

“Leon,” — he whispers hoarsely, squeezing your hands, not trying to penetrate your personal space, but also not letting you move away, glaring with such a burning gaze that your heart is beating loudly in throat from noisy fear and dull excitement caused rather by adrenaline and that strange aura of power around his body that you can't not react. — “My name. Don't forget it. You're mine now — I chose you.”

From his words, head is slightly dizzy, — or is it from a strange smell that surrounds his body, as if shouting to you that you have a handsome strong mate in front of you? — but you can only nod, realizing that resistance will lead to nothing. You have often seen this in fanfiction, you know what to do — and although this is not a dating simulator or anything like that, you are sure that the actions are not too different.

His eyes dig into your every feature, as if trying to get under your skin, while his hands imperiously but gently squeeze yours, intertwining long fingers with yours, restlessly squeeze and unclench.

A handsome and young aristocrat takes a person from the street as a lover? Isn't this the plot of Cinderella?

You must even be 'lucky' — food, bed and a handsome powerful person who seems to be passionate about you and enough free time. Even if you really are nothing more than a pet, doesn't that mean that you only need to perform your role well and manage your limited time wisely?

You must even be lucky — you think thoughtfully when blood drops on your cheeks.

Someone else's blood, of course — you are too precious; a couple of drops that unintentionally reach your skin while any sounds get stuck in throat. Not that your role is anything more special than a simple 'pet' — but even so, the reaction seems... excessive.

“I'll rip out the hands of anyone who does that again.”

It's cold in the hall, unusually cold, while the blood drips down, staining the floor, forcing the servants to step back restlessly, not even trying to wipe something or help.

“Is that clear? I don't like to repeat myself in such things.”

It's not the right time to ask about a walk — and from the looks of the servants, you can be sure that none of them will even try to approach you in the near future.

“I know you don't remember much...”

LEON begins in a soft, almost timid voice when you squeeze his thigh, climbing between them, and he allows, pushing them apart, obeying every movement and desire, even if you see how his ears, face and chest burn with blush, feeling your respectfully shameless touch.

“But, actually... I... we...”

He hesitates, as if trying to figure out how best to convey this idea to you — but when you gently rub his swollen hard nipple, watching his mouth, LEON blushes even more, covering his face with his hand, while the second grabs your wrist, forcing you to leave it on him.

“... Do you like what you see?”

Purple eyes shine like a cat's in the dimness of the room — his body is soft but strong, with elastic slender legs wrapped around your hips in an almost unbearably tight grip, and sensitive soft skin that easily trembles under your fingers, squeezing it until red prints remain. His purring comes from the chest itself, spreading through the body in hot waves, leaving dryness in the throat from the sight of his full arousal and intoxicating delight of his face, when omega's hands grab the sheet, with wide eyes and rounded mouth watching his smooth belly fill up, unable to see how you push, drawlingly teasing unbearably unbearable unbearably slow, not at all like before, as if his whole body was dependent on you, demanding more, stronger, until everything inside him was torn and destroyed, gnawed to the heart that beating in ears from drunken delight with spots in front of eyes.

His whole body is nothing more than a taut string under you, allowing you to dive deep inside, feeling a strong squeeze and hearing soft sweet purring mixed with quiet submissive moans — only to find yourself locked in a steel grip with strong legs that do not even allow you to move even a millimeter, leaving you deeply buried in the most intimate part that he can bare for you, eager to become as vulnerable and naked as it was before. His whole body is nothing more than a temple that longs to be destroyed, defeated, claimed, and when his pupils dilate like the darkness around, leaving only the noise of breathing and the sounds of contact not just bodily, but something more intimate, he looks not like a 'cute shy omega', but something that it is ready to devour you and make you a part of itself — or to become a part of you, but it is absolutely not ready to remain separate.

“D-Do– you– l-like– what you–... feel?”

His body is nothing more than a cozy nest; the perfect place where you can leave the puppies, bury the hot seed with them deep inside, filling the pliable, ripe, fertile womb with your thrusts which are echoed by the pounding of heart in your ears, nuzzling his so sweet-smelling neck, the aroma of which is mixed with the smell of blood on your back caused by claws scratching skin and looking for even more more more smell, stronger, faster, more, don't stop, just don't stop — his tongue burns like poison, licking intoxicating blood in return for the way you drive into his fertile ready-made body, eager to be breed, fertilized, rounded from your puppy, future king of Dark Fall, who will find a place in his body in need of this.

His nails scratch your hands when his stomach is rounded again - not the same soft, but elastic, easily taking everything inside when you gently lift up, assessing his body, wet with juice, semen and sweat, while tears are still flowing over his beautiful face, with a perfectly rounded mouth and trembling hips, not trying to hide none of the embarrassingly sweet traces that leave a strange taste in your mouth - especially at the sight of his thin pink lips with traces of your blood that he licks, looking into your eyes with his drugged, but aware of everything, for the first time so aware of everything for all the time that you have seen him.

“Why do you... didn't bite? Neck...”

Bites on the nipple — hickeys on the neck — prints on the waist — nail marks on the thigh — bare clean neck wet with sweat.

“... Mine?”

The pupils look steadily into yours, as if not expecting this question, and you can see how he seems to wake us up from a drunken delirium, realizing everything around.

His chest rises and falls several times, as if only now LEON realized what had happened, and a glance at the mog is thrown at the sticky wet mess between his thighs.

But when he looks up again, you don't see anything there but frenzied devotion.

“Yours — and you're mine.”

A bite from something seems too right and true — just like the pulsating mark of his teeth on your neck.

And although you are a beta, — you do not have the same ability to fertilize as an alpha, — the sight of his belly filled with you excites some base feelings in you.

[liveyun]

sweetest thing | k.th 🎃

title. sweetest thing

pairing. kim taehyung x reader

genre. halloween au , fantasy au, baker au, friends to lovers (?)

wc. 1.9k

warnings. vampire!tae , human!reader, halloween night !! mentions of supernatural beings and co-existence with humans, baking stuff heehee, very light angst if you squint very hard, fluff, tatamic cameo, our taetae 🐻

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Eat, drink, and be scary.

In your case, there was a small addition — bake. And god damn, it was a hell of a busy night, your small bakery feeling a bit smaller than usual with the amount of people flooding in with costumes bigger than themselves, faces painted with creativity of the night and hands full of treats to hand away.

It was Halloween.

It felt like the one night the world let its boundaries fade, letting all kinds of beings drift seamlessly among the neighborhood — changing the otherwise cold air of the town to a bit warmer feel. Beneath foggy street lights, creatures of every kind — witches with flickering, real candlelight in their eyes, goblins in patched-up scarves, vampires with their scarlet irises, hybrids who usually preferred to stay in their own colonies or even werewolves with their massive bodies — blended seamlessly among the crowd — are mingling with humans.

You watch, enchanted by it all.

Halloween is something you’d only heard gossips of previously — a night where reality softened itself, allowing creatures and humans to celebrate together. It’s mesmerizing, truly, to see ghouls and fairies roam, joining in the strange joy of humans’ games, even if some seem to find the idea of tricks and treats amusingly silly.

Yet, tonight, they all play along, indulging in the world of Halloween, and you feel something childlike stirring in your chest, a thrill just to be a part of it, even if you’re not necessarily trying to trick people with candies or so.

You’re content to be within the smell of sourdough baking up in the oven.

Outside, laughter rises as trick-or-treaters fill the sidewalks, while your bakery hums with activity as people and beings of all kinds come in for a taste of Halloween magic. Inside, you’re shoulder-to-shoulder with Taehyung, who, if not for the slight glimmer in his gaze, a golden rim circling his pupils, would seem almost too human.

The apron wrapped around him is decorated with little ghosts and bats, and under it, he wears simple clothes that only highlight his warm, honey-toned skin with that soft, dark hair curling boyishly around his face.

Honestly, he looks like anyone else on a Halloween evening, blending so easily that his vampiric nature might be overlooked altogether.

Except for you, of course.

However, tonight, even time falls short on you. The counters are a mess of bowls, cookie cutters, and ghost-shaped éclairs. Dark berry syrups bubble in pots, rich and fragrant, mingling with the scents of cinnamon and nutmeg.

And while Taehyung tends to the syrups, you’re focused on decorating the cookies and piping frosting on pumpkin cupcakes, hands moving quickly to keep up with the demand as customers in costumes drift in and out, some pausing to snap photos of the treats or chat about their plans for the night.

And somehow, it feels that you two are not enough tonight.

Taehyung is busy preparing every sauce and filling — poor fellow is trying his best despite his strong dislike towards the particular “pungent” smell of vanilla (his exact words, not yours) and you can tell by the way how often his nostrils flare down or scrunch when the crowd of your bakery gets too overwhelming.

Shit. You’d nearly forgotten about the chocolate melting over the double boiler!

Initially you were a bit surprised — the bread which you just got an order for, usually is a top seller when the weather calls for hot chocolate and itchy sweaters. You’re running to the counter opposite yours to grab the fresh batch of Hoska when you feel his oddly warm, cool touch on your wrist — Taehyung’s voice finding you, calm yet laced with a quiet curiosity. “Try this,” he says, offering a spoon of dark, vicious looking syrup.

You think it’s kind of sweet because he blows over the spoon gently before offering it to you.

His eyes, dark as the night outside, are fixed on you, watching as you taste the syrup.

You lick the spoon thoughtfully.

It’s rich, sweet, with just a hint of something darker underneath — like the tartness of fresh raspberries.

“It’s sweet,” you hum, licking your lips as you hand him the spoon back. Ah, the bread!

“How sweet?” he asks, his voice soft against the background noise.

You look around, your eyes finding your customers still waiting. They are on your phone as of now, giggling over something. You shouldn’t keep them waiting. “This sweet,” pressing a soft, quick peck to his cheek as you murmur with a smile, not missing the way his eyes widen slightly.

You don’t need to turn to see his reaction; the faint pause says enough.

It’s there in the brief stillness, in the way his hand hovers just a moment too long before he continues stirring.

After a beat, you hear the faintest sound — a small, disbelieving chuckle, soft and unsure, just as rich as the syrup. “That. . . that was. . . ” he trails off, words just a little slower than usual, cheeks flushed even when his body, you know, doesn’t truly circulate blood.

Your order sweeps you back before he can react further as you turn toward the waiting group of teenagers who’ve been watching from a nearby table, their faces alight with barely-contained laughter. You give them a small smile and nod as they bark out their joy, high-fiving.

The group leaves with fresh bread and happy faces.

You turn back to Taehyung who seems to be a bit too concentrated in stirring the syrup which he’s been doing since ten minutes. “That was a dare,” you tell him, trying to stifle the laugh which threatens to bubble up your throat.

There’s a small shift in his expression.

So slight that you might’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention. The smile on his lips fades a fraction, replaced with a look you don’t often see from him — a pout which has his lips jutting out, a sight so adorable that it pulls at something inside you.

“So. . . . you didn’t mean it?” he murmurs, eyes lowering as he turns away, almost as if he’s shy.

And there it is — that softness, a note in his voice you hadn’t expected, something almost tender, scared. His question lingers in the air, hanging on to a thread you’re not quite ready to pull.

Did it have to be this specific moment where there are no customers barging in anymore. . . ?

“Would you . . . would you . . . . mind if I did ?” The words slip out, your heart beating a little faster as his gaze meets yours, steady yet gentle, pulling you closer without even trying.

His eyes flicker to your lips before finding your gaze again, and for a moment, the world beyond the bakery fades into nothing. He leans just a little closer as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, voice low enough that only you can hear.

“Well,” he murmurs, lips curving up in that familiar, lazy smile that oddly resembles something in between a box and a smirk. “you might just have to find out.”

And when you feel his arms cage you in between the counter, you think maybe — just maybe — this is the sweetest thing of all.

a/n : happy halloween!! 🎃 i live in an area where halloween is barely known, let alone celebrated. so it’s always going to be a fascinating to me ! while i saw my oomfs online dressing up as characters, i was busy lighting up earthen lamps xD i hope you enjoyed this smol baby and as always, your feedback means a lot to me ! here’s an anonymous feedback box for you just in case 🍁

[mydearsnooopy]

𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝐬𝐭: 𝙷𝙾𝚃 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𖥻 ⠀ᰋ ~ !? 🥮𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆

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September 1st is the true launchpad for new beginnings. Whether it's the start of a new academic year or a renewed mindset for chasing excellence, September 1st kicks off what we're officially dubbing "Hot Girl Fall"

September doesn’t just mark the transition from summer to fall—it’s a complete reset. The end of vacation mode means a renewed focus on goals, routines, and all those dreams you’ve been nurturing.

1. set clear goals 🧋౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ Hot Girl Fall is all about growth, so start by setting goals that are important to you. Whether it’s academic, finishing a creative project, or learning a new skill, give yourself something to chase. Break your goals into smaller, achievable steps, and celebrate your progress along the way. (I will make a post abt reward ideas)

Tip: Create a vision board or digital collage for some visual inspiration to keep you motivated!

2. elevate your style this season 🥮౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ Fall fashion is the ultimate combination of cozy and chic. This is the season for layers, textures, and statement accessories. Invest in a few key pieces that you like. Consider leaning into trends that resonate with you— (I suggest looking up some styles on Pinterest) Recently, I have been loving the academic/preppy chic autumn outfits and the dark academia aesthetic.

Tip: Don't just follow trends; find pieces that express your personality. Mix in some timeless classics for a balanced look.

3. self-care 🍂౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ Being a "hot girl" isn't just about looking good—it’s about feeling good. As the days get shorter and cooler, make sure you're staying active and eating well. A little self-care goes a long way in keeping your mind and body balanced during this busy season. This is also a great time to focus on mental health, whether through meditation, journaling, or therapy.

Tip: Try creating a new fall wellness routine—maybe morning stretches or pilates, afternoon walks in nature, or weekly self-care nights with skincare and a good book.

4. organize your space to boost productivity 🚬౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ With September comes a new focus on work and personal goals. Take some time to declutter and organize your space, whether that’s your desk, closet, or digital files. A clear environment can lead to a clearer mind, allowing you to focus better and feel more at peace in your everyday life.

Tip: Implement simple systems like a daily planner, productivity apps, or dedicated time blocks to keep your tasks organized without overwhelming them.

5. embrace seasonal changes 🍁౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ Fall offers some of the most beautiful landscapes, so make sure to soak it in. Whether it’s a hike, a walk in the park, or just sitting with a cozy drink while watching the leaves fall, spending time outdoors can help you reset and ground yourself. Nature has a calming effect and can inspire new ideas, so use it as a creative escape when needed.

Tip: Get Outside & Enjoy Nature, you can even start a nature journal / sketchbook !

6. autumn mornings 🌟౨ৎ ˖ ࣪ Autumn mornings bring a cozy, refreshing vibe that can inspire a productive and peaceful start to your day. Establishing a consistent morning routine sets the tone for the day ahead and helps you feel more grounded as the season shifts. Start by taking a few deep breaths and thinking of one thing you’re excited about for the day—this positive intention will help you get moving.

Tip: Craft an Autumn morning routine that works for you !

6. homework and boost in productivity 🪶౨ৎ ˖ ࣪

Homework can feel overwhelming, especially when you’re balancing it with extracurriculars and social activities. Designate a spot for homework, whether it’s a desk, a library, or a quiet corner at home. Keep your workspace organized with all your supplies on hand—this minimizes interruptions and keeps you focused.

Start by listing all your assignments and prioritizing them based on deadlines and difficulty. Break large tasks into smaller, manageable chunks, and schedule specific time blocks for each task. Use a planner, to-do list, or digital app to stay on top of assignments. By having a plan in place, you avoid last-minute cramming and unnecessary stress.

Instead of scrolling on social media during breaks, do something that refreshes you mentally and physically. Stretch, take a short walk, grab a snack, or chat with a friend. Active breaks re-energize you without the risk of falling into procrastination traps.

7. caffeine for energy and focus🪶౨ৎ ˖ ࣪

Autumn calls for cozy beverages, and for many of us, that means indulging in caffeinated drinks like coffee, tea, or chai. Caffeine can be a helpful tool for boosting energy and focus—if used wisely.

Try not to rely on caffeine first thing in the morning; allow your body to wake up naturally. Have your coffee or tea about 1-2 hours after waking when your natural cortisol levels dip. This maximizes the effectiveness of the caffeine and prevents jitters or dependence.

8. reading more this fall🕯️౨ৎ ˖ ࣪

There’s no better time than fall to get lost in a good book. The cool weather and cozy atmosphere make it perfect for curling up with a blanket and diving into a novel, memoir, or educational read. Start by setting a realistic reading goal for the season—whether it’s reading one book a month, finishing a certain number of pages a day, or diving into a new genre.

Keep a book or e-reader with you at all times, whether you’re commuting, waiting in line, or relaxing during a break. Instead of reaching for your phone, get lost in a story. You’ll be surprised by how much extra reading you can squeeze into your day this way! (I love reading at libraries and on public transportation.)

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As the crisp autumn air settles in, let this season be your time to reset, refocus, and thrive. Whether it’s building a morning routine, staying on top of your homework, or creating a cozy atmosphere, remember that Hot Girl Fall is all about balance.🌟

[bluelockhalloweek]

Blue Lock Halloweek 2023 Prompts are here—can’t wait to see what y’all create!

👻 Reblog with your favorites prompts & share with your Blue Lock crew!

👻 Find the event on Twitter @/BllkHalloweek

👻 See below for more info, typed-out prompts, & prompt examples if you need clarification or inspiration

👻 Feel free to mix and match, and take prompts as literally or as tangentially as you want!

👻 Work doesn’t have to be specifically Fall / Halloween themed as long as it fits a prompt. (If you’re writing a superhero fic for “Mask,” don’t feel like you have to stick a 🎃 in a corner unless you want to.)

👻 Work can be as lighthearted, scary, or spicy as you want as long as you follow the updated guidelines!

👻 Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts, & credit to the anons who suggested The Witching Hour & Mischief Night! A lot of suggestions were already on my longer list or were very similar, or might be better saved for next year. If your favorite isn't on the list, the “Free Prompt” finale is your day!

👻 Find event Archive of Our Own here!

👻 The event is on Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3, so share your contribution on all three!

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Blue Lock Halloweek (+ 2!): October 23 - October 31, 2023

Monday 23: Pumpkin spice + Do you believe in magic?

Tuesday 24: Masks + Heartbeat

Wednesday 25: Things that go bump in the night + Festival

Thursday 26: Firelight + Dark Waters

Friday 27: Paranoia + The Witching Hour

Saturday 28: Monster’s Ball + Hunter’s Moon (actual full moon date & name!)

Sunday 29: Angels & Demons + Castle

Monday 30: Spirit + Movie / Mischief Night (actual night)

Tuesday 31 🎃: Sweet Tooth / Sucker + Free Prompt!

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Now for Prompt Examples + Explanations 

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes (now expanded with links & definitions) I took while narrowing down the list to be sure the final prompts were unique enough / without toooo much overlap, and covered enough areas. Only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

Day 1: 

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Do you believe in magic?: Revealing their magical powers for the first time. Crystal ball, tarot. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc. AU. Non-literal magic in relationships (feeling understood, chemistry, humor matching up perfectly, etc). Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Alexis "The Magician" Ness.

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Day 2:

Masks: Costumes, super heroes, putting up a front, acting like something you’re not, classic masked Halloween meet-cute, secret / concealed identities, spies, ninja and samurai and assassins (Karasu and Otoyaaa!) Niko hiding his eyes / face.

Heartbeat: Racing heart from excitement, fright, romance, spice. No heartbeat like undead, zombie or vampire, etc.. Skip a beat, beat faster, beat slower (calm and comfort). Chigiri on the run from zombies, zombie Lorenzo!

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Day 3: 

Things that go bump in the night: unexplained (scary or otherwise) noises in the night, whispers or voices, ghosts and other supernatural entities, haunted house / place, anything scary, …spicy. Spooky Owl outside Rin’s window. 

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities. 

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Day 4:

Firelight: Cauldrons, brewing potions. Candles, rituals, bonfires. Autumn camping trip, s’mores, spooky firelight shadows outside the tent, got lost on a hiking trip & have to make a fire to keep warm! Torches, candles, lanterns lighting the way in a definitely not-haunted place. Hell, your favorite circle (Dante’s Inferno) 😈

Dark Waters: merpeople, sirens, sea monsters, kraken, pirates (Kurona and Raichi, Bachira 🐬!), sharks, shipwreck, ghost ships, stranded on a deserted island, haunted lakes, lake spirits, Autumn fishing trip, swamp monsters, bogs and marshes, willowisps, alligators, snakes. Loch Ness Monster

(Fire and water, light and dark)

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Day 5:

Paranoia: Fear and suspicion, feeling like someone’s watching and you just can’t shake it (...Ego and his cameras), feeling like you’re losing your mind, etc.. Doesn’t have to be all bad! Maybe there was a misunderstanding before a fun surprise. 

The Witching hour: Wiki / dictionary. Depending on whom you ask, the hour is either midnight or 3am - 4am. Supernatural entities / practitioners of dark arts are the most active and powerful. These entities might feel compelled / drawn out into the world. Magic and danger, inexplicable happenings! Humans ought to be at home and safely tucked in bed at this late hour, or else... Fun fact, the Orionid meteor shower peaks juuust before this event starts (in my hemisphere, at least) but continue until November, and the best time to view meteor showers is generally around the witching hour (after midnight / 3-4am). Can also mean the time in which people get up to no good or questionable stuff. 

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Day 6:

Monster’s Ball: Monsters, creatures. Bachiraaa. Halloween party, masquerade, nightlife (going out in costume—or not—to bars and clubs). Reo buying a round. Literal ⚽ ball (Lil Isagi trick-or-treating in Noa’s kit), Halloween Practice (like in high school or college when your coach let you have a fun practice in costume before a holiday—absolute chaos and so fun!). Whatever chaos and debauchery y’all can imagine. Just follow the event guidelines and tag accordingly! Green eyed monster (jealousy), Cinderella’s Ball (Sae and Shidou!)

Hunter’s Moon: The date of the actual full Hunter’s Moon—lucky us! Sometimes called the Blood Moon. Full moon, werewolves, moonlight, on the hunt or being hunted, spells and rituals, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, moon myths and gods. Celestial things, Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline / astronauts, aliens.

(Monster vs Hunter day, ha)

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Day 7:

Angels and Demons: Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈

Castle: fairytales, knights, vampires, dungeons, Royalty (King Barou, Emperor Kaiser!). Also super Sae and Shidou.

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Day 8: 

Spirit: ghosts, haunted houses, GhostBusters, spirit entities like yokai, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri. 

Movie Night: Watching a scary (or not scary) movie, series, anime, etc. So many movie/show Alternate Universes. Sendou living his Hollywood dreams. Barbie please!!! Nagi nodding off halfway through. The guys as a character from their favorite movie listed in the Egoist Bible.

Mischief Night: Wiki page. The night before Halloween for hijinks, pranks, scaring each other! Toilet papering Ego’s house. Can be more sinister, too. 

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Day 9: Halloween!

Sweet tooth / sucker: Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn, vampires or anything with fangs, bite, ‘sucker’ like 🍭 or vampires, or…

Free day / AU (alternate universe) Palooza!: 

Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt! Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if i had time):

Video game au for Hiori! Pokemon! Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all. Barou as the "Cowardly" Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you're reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). Please Omg. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

Okay, that's it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

[rebeccablogs]

Autumn Poetry Nostalgia

The autumn season is such a cool time for poetry. I love reading dark poems,love poems and quotes while being wrapped up in my blanket with a warm drink and and nibbling on a  great pastry. It’s my fall nostalgic mood . Can you relate. Autumn 🍁🥮 Spiced Drinks To Try

[allthingsscented]

FIRST FALL HAUL Y'ALL!! ❤️

I'm really excited to see all the fall scents bath & body works brings out this year!

Here are my reviews of these:

Wicked Vanilla Woods: so so glad to see this back! it's a deep, smoky, dark smelling vanilla and it's sooo perfect for spooky season 👻

Marshmallow Pumpkin Latte: love this scent for fall. it's not very pumpkin or latte but what it is a total comfort scent! it's very cozy smelling, much like the feeling of drinking a pumpkin latte. the marshmallow note is there as well. ☕️

Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin: the flagship fall scent at B&BW. very sweet pumpkin spices. it's iconic 🎃

Blueberry Bundt Cake: ok, so when i saw this i thought maybe it would be a repackage of blueberry sugar pancakes. it is not!!!! the blueberry smells like pie filling and there's a sweet fluffy cake note. it's not as sharp in its sweetness as blueberry sugar pancakes. overall i really love it and feel it fits into the fall bakery line much better 🫐

Candy Apple Cauldron: the perfect halloween scent we needed. it smells like green apple and spookiness. there's something really dark and spooky about it. now we just need a candy corn scent!!! 🍏

Pumpkin Swirl Cake: i really worried this would be a repackage as well, of pumpkin pecan waffles or pumpkin cupcake. i wouldn't have minded pumpkin cupcake back but i think they really took it to the next level with this scent. the pumpkin spice bakery scent of pumpkin cupcake is present but the spices have been dialed up. it's just what we needed for fall 🥮

Floral Fantasy: i'm so glad they brought back the luxury line! this is my favorite of the bunch now. i've heard it's a dupe for Victor & Rolf's Flowerbomb, which i've never smelled. it's a sophisticated swirl of florals that is still great for everyday wear 🌸

If You Musk: i've heard this a good dupe for glossier you, which is one of the only perfumes i own and use. i would agree, although it's definitely not exact. the pink pepper note is good but i think the musk comes through stronger in this one. 🤎

Oh Cherry: i've heard this is a dupe for Tom Ford's lost cherry, which i've never smelled. it's very good, the tonka bean and sheer magnolia form a creamy floral and the cherry provides a bright fruitiness. 🍒

Pink Paradise: this will be a great spring break/summer vacay scent! it's fruity and floral and reminds me of sitting by the pool with a drink in florida 🌺

[onsunnyside]

hi sonny! it's becoming colder and one of my favourite winter tropes is getting snowed in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and i really wanted to spew my thoughts. i imagine maybe reader got lost or she's just a bad driver, but she suddenly finds herself in the middle of nowhere and the only establishment in sight is a cabin. she knocks on the door and it opens up to gruff and buff lumberjack daddy ari levinson who begrudgingly lets her lodge with him so she doesn't freeze to death. maybe she's a city girl who isn't used to being without phone service or the constant bustling of the streets so she's a constant annoyance to ari who secretly enjoys it. ari doesn't celebrate the holidays but the reader insists on doing something for him so on a "totally normal 25th of december", she attempts to bake him pie and make a present for him, maybe smut as a treat. followed by a sweet new years eve where ari isn't alone for the first time in a few years because a sweet little lady decided to turn up out of nowhere and turn his peaceful life upsidedown. and oops this ended up a bit longer than expected but i'm just a sucker for lumberjack ari. 🥮💖

GAAH THE FEMININE URGE TO WRITE THIS 😤😤 AND TAKE INSPO FROM FLAMINGO KING BUT MAKE IT WINTER WONDERLAND THEME !!!!! GRUFF AND BUFF LUMBERJACK DADDY:

“You don’t have snow in the city?” He huffs, cleaning up the trails of melting snow on the floorboards. If his mama knew he let a random girl in his home—he wouldn't hear the end of it.

“Not like this.” You shiver, scooting closer to his burning fireplace. “Never like this, I couldn't even see my hands in front of me!"

The fella bigger than a fucking mountain shrugs his broad shoulders, "That's normal here. At least during this time of year."

“That's horrible." You pout, staring down at your wet socks. "My clothes are all wet too... Ugh, I should've never thought I could make the drive! I run over curbs all the time! My daddy's gonna kill me." You mourn your car currently stuck in a snow bank without any fuel. It wasn't your fault, you couldn't see a thing because of the blizzard. "Don't let him kill me, Mr. Lumberjack man."

"I don't know you well enough to sacrifice myself." He masks his smile with a cough and gestures down the hall, "I'll find you something warm to wear. Stay there."

maybe a day later, the day you're about to leave: Ari wakes up to a full breakfast. The couch wasn't terrible, but his feet were hanging off the whole time and every time he turned, he feared he'd fall to the floor. But, Ari would rather be uncomfortable with cold feet before he let the pretty city girl sleep on the couch.

"G'morning!" You grin from the kitchen, carefully handling a tray of biscuits. "I hope you've got a big appetite! I made all my favourite recipes because I wanted to thank you."

Even in his bleary vision, you're glowing, grinning so brightly and clad in his thickest knit sweater and a pair of sweatpants. He could get used to this.

You turn and open the blinds, your face immediately falling. "What the fuck."

Ari quickly stands up, spotting the snow piling outside the kitchen window. "Awh, shit. We're snowed in." He strides to the door and peers through the curtains, further confirming his observation. The snow was feet high and impossible to tread through.

"I just saw it earlier and it was fine!"

"The weather is pretty unpredictable here. Don't worry if the power goes out, I've got generators, a water tank, and my basement is fully stocked too. All we gotta do is wait it out."

Your eyes fall on his body, trailing down his thick, hairy chest to his tummy. You follow the dark trail to his lower stomach before it disappears under his pyjama pants—offering a generous peek of his bushy pubic hair. Only then do you notice the bulge between his thighs.

Ari smirks, chuckling to himself and doing a slow turn, allowing you to gaze upon his whole body. So he was cocky, sue him! It's been a while since he's been this close (and half-naked) to someone else, and he'd be lying if he said those naughty thoughts hadn't crossed his mind. Looking over his shoulder, he catches your wide stare, "Keep the food warm while I wash up, yeah?"

CUE THE MONTAGE !! YOU COULD BE SO ANNOYING TO HIM, ASKING ABOUT ALL OF HIS HOMEMADE FURNITURE, THE PHOTOGRAPHS AND ART THAT COVER THE WALLS ("One of my friends took the pictures and another drew all the other shit.") OH, but then you find out he was lying about a few of the pieces bc they had different signatures, and what do you know !! Lumberjack daddy Ari is an artist himself (what else to do in the middle of nowhere). so much baking and cooking too. You share recipes. Ari reads you his favourite book as you sit by the fireplace, and you eventually end up with your head in his lap and his warm hand in yours 🥺🥺

when the snow melts and you're able to go outside, you don't even want to leave anymore 🥺 is there truly more to life than sweet isolation in a cabin with a hunk from your dreams ?? or have you found your forever place 🥺

[wri0thesley]

that one rude anon, buzz off. nat, your writing is spectacular and you’ve always been humble and sweet here. your fics deserve the audience they garner and even more notes/acknowledgement. they’re genuinely enjoyable and many of your fics have been, imo, staples of the fandoms they’re a part of. especially as a dark content author, your writing packs a certain “je ne sais quoi” that many other fics fall short of. never underestimate the enjoyment and impact you and the labor of your hard work has on others. much love always🫂

🥮mooncake anon

[mtnkat3]

9.50am

This morning.. I don't know how to feel. I am confused.. feeling gut punched.. not knowing whys.. totally out of the loop.. hurting.. sad.. devastated.. not knowing what to do, if anything, or just keep working & be quiet. I feel like I've got flickering candles around me.. some barely there anymore.. others taking some of the slack.. not sure how to be called His warrior queen when I just feel like being curled in a ball.. hidden in a dark corner. Guess that's the kat sub side that's just needing to hide from the world & beg..what did I do wrong... yeah I feel.. gobsmacked. So all I can do right now is know that God knows what's happening .. I believe that my soul's mates do too. And that He is being careful with His glimpses & little by little because .. I am floored. Using my emdr skills but also.. what is my responsibility.. & not knowing.. it's having a devastating effect on my soul. Which is where I need to get back to reading. Because that's not what God wants me to feel. I gotta trust Him.Be encouraged by His glimpses. Not let myself spiral . And say thank You, because several favorites were under "writing" in gifs. Rather surprising. Little things. God is holding me in His arms & stroking my hair as the tears begin to fall.. thank You Lord for loving me. For Creating me exactly how You want me. A marshmallow soul that pays attention & is brought to tears when You reveal even the smallest of glimpses that things are gonna work out. That I must continue to be patient even when I am struggling to understand any of the whys.. losing.. I just.. flummoxed. Jaw dropped. I just.. peace.. Your Love & Encouragement. Please.. help me Lord??? To step righteously upon my life's path. Time to read..before I fall apart. I pray you .. do know.. just how much I love & miss you daily. That I have no expectations because the truest of love by ones soul's mates isn't easy nor is it about only making dreams come true. It's about making the dreams come true the way we want them to.. together. & wanting to be together until the God Given last breath is drawn. It's about wanting to see my loves .. happy.. inspite of me or my wants. I love you . And pray my Blessings are to be happy together. Chewing my lips. I will work whilst I await.Because I won't ever give up. ~True love never dies & true love always waits!.~ Your humble bowed crying cold sad scared devastated but calming to listening quietly closely carefully ..

Your complex quirky warrior queen daughter. ~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯

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🥧🍁🧣🥾🍋🥤🥨🍳🥮🍯🍼☕🍫🍎🍑🍒

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⌚💡⚡🌠🚀🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎯🕯🧭🎶

Su.11.20.2022 10.50am est.

[darlingpwease]

Oh hello I'm kind of new to this but I was reading most of your post I see you have been busy with your draft and I don't want to put some work on the request list but here I go saw you can write about some characters from dark fall I wonder can request

Yandere Nergal if you comfortable with it

hello hello~ <3 don't worry about things like that, sunshine; it just means I'm slower to react because I'm writing~ it doesn't increase my workload or anything like that,,,

too late; I love you more than

through the pain you feel my feelings [2000 words]

♡ unhealthy behaviour (forced relationship), mention of violence, power imbalance; transmigrator!reader, reader with hypersensitive skin

This body (or this world?) did not accept you, but you yourself weren't sure what exactly was wrong. After all, even appearance hadn't changed so significantly that you could claim it was a 'completely alien body'; more like some alternate version of you — but the skin felt wrong, not as it should, too sensitive and responsive to everything, doesn't matter if it was the wind that was blowing somehow wrong, or a hidden blade that you could dodge by acting even on pure instincts. Undoubtedly, this contributed to the improvement of your skills and reactions, as if the slightest movement around always found a physical response in you, making you feel like some kind of herbal or wind spirit.

... But every look, every touch — your whole being was so tense, like a stretched fabric about to tear, from which any attempt to touch was perceived as a cut or a blow. You knew for sure that it wasn't the skin itself, physically it received and reacted to wounds like any other, without being too gentle, but you were always where this line between mental and physical reaction passed. Perhaps it was even something psychological — you can't say for sure, not that you remember anything at all from your life that is connected with the past, even if you are clearly aware when this or that reaction is caused by muscle memory. Your body remembers what your mind is not able to reproduce — but without mind, you would not be able to take care of this uncomfortable body, like a worn-out cell that tries to keep your 'soul' inside, although it costs too much.

Was this a kind of punishment for the fact that you occupied a body in which you were not actually born? You didn't know — not when you were too focused on fighting for survival in this world, more like a burnt-out wasteland after some devastating war. Disgusting in its grotesqueness social darwinism — 'who managed, they ate', even if this is the body of someone who was a little less lucky to be where it was not worth being, and these are not only monsters, but also lands that absorb blood with meat, trying to satiate themselves in aimless greed, — as deep as the pupils of a person who holds out his hand to you in a dark glove, smiling senselessly, as if you have not survived this nightmare for a couple of years, forced to adapt from the life of a modern person to one of the links in the food chain, where you are far from the top.

Even if it was the hand of the blackest and most vile creature, you would accept it.

And even after a while, you can't say that you regret your choice. You have everything you need to not worry about that body: comfortable clothes, the necessary treatment, and your mana is more than normally restored — even if sometimes you are drawn to things like food or the Internet, especially when you see the dull dying earth from the balcony, you try to remind yourself that everything is fine. Everything is fine now. You still have to work and work hard, but at least you don't have to think about where you should spend the night, where to hide and where to expect enemies, constantly turning in your head the memories of a past life in an attempt to use the current one to survive.

... In the end, it is these features that NERGAL keeps you close — at least, you hope that only for these.

Maybe in a previous life you would have accepted him as 'your type', but in the current one? Getting involved with any of... these ones has consequences much more serious than just a 'broken heart', and you can't say whether you will have a next life — and whether your next body will not be even worse.

(NERGAL had never been in the habit of asking when he wanted something, however.)

NERGAL knows 'what's wrong with you' and this is used more as an excuse to pull you even closer, as if the fact that the place next to him is the most profitable among many others is not enough — after all, the safest place when the typhoon is inside, and you tell yourself the same thing, even when the how carefully he treat you becomes disturbing and slightly unnerving. NERGAL does not hide the fact that he cares about you or that he is responsible for things that are more convenient for you — even if does not always say it out loud, you know for sure that because of him the servants treat you differently, with more caution, like fragile porcelain.

The King of Dark Fall is not at all the type who pays attention to the physical characteristics of others at all and does not know how to recognize them, — he does not need it, after all, — so you do not even try to flatter yourself with thoughts that 'this is how he highlights his special subordination', not when NERGAL politely asks if you like this 'more light clothing' or 'soft fabric'. And it is precisely how different your positions are that makes you overlook everything — do you want to go back? Do you want to fight every minute for your life again and sleep with one eye open? Didn't you have enough?

There is no need to shout "wolves" while they are just looming at the edge of the forest — otherwise, when they cling to your neck, no one will come running to the screams.

(of course, you are not deluded that anyone will be affected by your requests for help — social darwinism is soaked into the blood, which dictates that 'own skin is more important' than someone else's problems, and you can only go along with the current, trying to draw boundaries between yourself and him, even if he is the type who is used to pushing these very boundaries.)

NERGAL is not trying to overstep the boundaries — this is not in his spirit; even if he tends to force you to do things that you initially don't want, over time you get used to it — largely due to the fact that his leadership is closer to "look at me and do as I do" than to trying to explain something, and this soon begins to involuntarily relax you, since NERGAL is not too emotional, restrained and respectful, especially in relation to your personal space and desire / unwillingness to physically approach, not allowing you to fly away or think that you are ready to give up your current comfort to avoid creepy behavior, because NERGAL is not creepy.

Yes, even when he is responsible for the full degree of comfort with which you live, knows your preferences perfectly well, takes a more dominant position and you feel that you are becoming too dependent on better conditions that are directly controlled by him — he is not the type that clearly feels more creepy, especially compared to everything that you saw before you were accepted into the service of the King of Dark Fall.

His control appears gradually and prudently, but even so, you hardly notice — the society of this world is so far from yours that you have no idea when something is 'strange' or 'normal', and this only worsens everything around when NERGAL, encouraging your ambitions if there are any, at the same time, clearly restricts you as soon as signs appear that you can sail away from his control or custody. By the time you realize that everything looks too strange, — even if no one dares to point it out, — any attempts to swim out will first lead to a decrease in comfort, then— to a more than direct threat that you will experience serious consequences if you think that the smartest in the room.

NERGAL is not the one who hides his attitude — he has a goal and he goes to it; perhaps, while he is still Leon's assistant, you can somehow hide from him by running off to some tasks in the battlefields against monsters or locking yourself in a room, since he does not have such the authority to force you directly, but when does he become the head? Escape attempt is excluded — no matter where; if his credit of trust in you is exhausted, you will eventually be locked up, and you will have nowhere to go, because it is even less likely that you are stronger than NERGAL, and given that he now has power, no one can give you even an illusory protection from him. He is straightforward in this, even if at first moves gently and gradually, as if reveling in the fact that you have nowhere to run and no one to go to.

You won't be surprised if it turns out that he's just enjoying how defenseless you are now, even if you're not as weak as Leon is now; and perhaps, perhaps, he is too happy to devote more time to you than is worth in current position, changing schedule just to be with you.

He is sticky — even if at first NERGAL clearly refrains from touching or hugging, experimenting and trying different ways to get closer and touch you. Not only literally, but also metaphorically: he always knows where you are and what you are doing, especially if he has suspicions that you may be trying to get out of the castle or room — and often he regrets that he cannot deprive you of your strength, just as Leon lost his strength, in order to reduce his own anxiety about your movement and make you more dependent on him.

However, your "touchiness" is more fun entertainment for him than something that causes irritation — NERGAL is interested in your emotional and physical reactions, and seeing how you react to various stimulations and interactions is closer to the kind of foreplay that he can afford if he sees that you are not comfortable enough for more actions. He pushes the boundaries, but does not try to bend them — even with a more... ambiguous morality in society, he is not so desperate or needy to scare you away, at least outwardly.

He is more than busy, and although it may sometimes seem to you that you are in the palm of his hand, along with your actions and thoughts, NERGAL always lets you unobtrusively realize this — his right to claim everything he considers himself worthy, including the persons he considers his own, is not a 'painful place', that you could somehow manipulate or influence, and attempts to break out of this not-too-honey web will not be successful, no matter what you do.

NERGAL is more than transparent about what he expects from you — there are no emotional manipulations or attempts to muddle your brains, at least not for a long time; in the end, sooner or later, you will move on to a conversation in the style of "why should I stay here with you" and willingness to discuss this. Undoubtedly, you will be given the choice to 'leave' — only if he is sure that you will invariably return. The body that you have made your weapon for survival is more than sensitive to any change in comfort, and even whether this comfort is emotional and physical does not really matter — after all, NERGAL is emotionally stable and calm, despite his strange behavior, like most servants, but how will you are live normally in an environment where you will lose everything that have achieved for years?

He does not persuade when it comes to the decision to stay in the castle with him. It's not like him. You are either "yes" or "no" — and if you are "no", but one day you will invariably become "yes". Nergal has long arms — while you don't have a wide range of choices.

No one will want to mess with him. Even you.

[darlingpwease]

hUH?? WHAT?! WHY??? /ht??

Exactly!! Yes!!! Sure he may have... issues... but don't we all?? He looks so rugged yet so soft,,, wanna pinch his cheeks-

Yes, unfortunately.. /j I completely forgot it was a monocle lol oops

😟😟 its not that bad, I still remember things– I remember the basic plot, which is just a ton of noncon porn,, I wanted to pamper him and steal him away

He is your king, always was and still will be, no matter what changes. On those nights where he's all alone, you make sure to be there for comfort. He protected you before in the past, and just as you had done before, you will protect him, especially with how fragile he's become. Make sure to take care of him, always looking out for him, and after the others 'visit' him, you make sure to tend to him properly, to try to give him at least some kind of escape.

-panna cotta

put yourself in my shoes.... when the second parent is a person who constantly goes to war, laughs at the sight of knives and reads such literature, it is no wonder to try to protect writebabies...... I can't just look at it knowing that this is the panna cotta who forgets where our kittens come from and doesn't consider us 'close enough', but at the same time stores kilobytes of noncon porn........... /t /j /nsrs

yes!!! yeah, he's a little fucked up, but he's cute!!! he's crying!!! he's wagging his tail!!! absolutely precious!!! he is so strong, but at the same time so desperate and needy!!! maybe he's a little,,, well, not the most stable,,,,, but that's okay!!! he's good!!! he doesn't bite (maybe)!!! pretty tall woof woof!!! <33333

you sound like the star who brought a new man into the house, tbh,,, don't tell me you liked him /t /hj /nsrs it's okay, you can be forgiven, given your characteristics~ /t /me too boo me too

,,,, you understand that this only makes things worse, love,,,, you are more likely to remember noncon porn than something else,,,,,, and I'm sure that of all the options 'noncon porn' this is the best,,,,,,, /t /nsrs this was one of the reasons why most noncon things don't suit me, I just want to take him to me and shamelessly spoil him,,,,, wrap him in a blanket & put in a cool dry place so that he can rest while I pamper him,,,,,,,,

no matter what, you promised that you would be faithful, and you will be faithful — even when he covers his face with hands, with shame and guilty pleasure feeling how you take care of him, as if nothing has changed and the position in which he is not humiliating,,,,, he took you in, picked you up, agreed to your position next to him, trusted you — and even if you can easily take control and take advantage, it's not that someone can stop you, you don't do it.

LEON thinks only about survival, — to stay alive more than suits him no matter what the cost — but when you gently touch his body, not for the sake of carnal desires or to breed him like an animal, but to remove other's traces amd marks, helping his body find a position in which the pain will be weaker, pampering him until he finds restless sleep in your hot embrace, cold as a stone, which is not something rare for him, but your warmth still causes a delicious bliss inside,,,, he doesn't know— he's not sure, that he only wants to 'stay alive'.

you are like the heat of a fire that makes him feel so good,,,,

when you come to him again, easily taking care of his already accustomed to such a body, which immediately relaxes in your hands, giving everything you want — the last thing you expect is a sharp grip on your collar and pressing down, and although he is not at all strong enough to be able to knock you down, you allow it out of habit rather than out of force.

but what can you say to his nervously desperate question, why exactly are you doing nothing when everyone has already managed to use his body — but it is you, it is you, who refuse all the time and instead give comfort and safety, like his harbor.

and it's so wrong.