#English Knives & Daggers

[lavilavs]

୨୧ ── I wish I knew you wanted me

Sequel — Now I know you want me

› Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

› Scenario: Many question your relationship with one another, but it's a different story when it's asked right in front of you. What are you both, anyway? Still letting time pass by and hoping a miracle will happen for both of you?

› Warnings: Underage drinking (brief mention)

› Notes: English is not my first language. Reblogs and likes are very appreciated! + angst <3

"You have so much chemistry! Are you aware of that?"

The question takes you both aback. Although it wasn't a difficult question, it had you both tongue-tied. You felt his gaze on you as the reporter tilted her mic further onto his mouth, curiosity etched on her face.

You steal a glance, expecting him to have already looked away. But it didn't—you knew his eyes didn't wander anywhere else except your figure with how dazed he looked.

He wonders what's going through your head. Are you experiencing the same dilemma he's having inside his head right now? It really is a simple question, yet he feels unsure about what to say. The words are on the tip of his tongue; all it needs is a push. And so, he tries finding the answer in you. He looks at you for something, just something to ease him.

But even if you did, it would be left unsaid.

Dick clears his throat when you break the eye contact, redirecting his attention to the reporter in front of him. He felt disappointed. He knows he shouldn't have expected something from you. There might be a chance—even the slightest chance—that you feel what he feels.

"It's natural that we do. We've been fighting together for fifteen years." Dick ruffles your hair, chuckling when he hears you complain about messing your hair up. You lightly brush it off and give the camera a small smile to show that you're only messing around as friends. The last thing you want right now is��another dating headline about you.

"Many citizens think that the chemistry between you doesn't seem to be platonic at all. Are you sure that in those fifteen years, you've never once thought about it?" She questions again, the glint in her eyes telling you she's more than you let on.

The last thing you knew was that you were trying to hide your irritation with the pushy reporter.

"I've never once thought about him that way. Nightwing is an excellent leader and partner. Our status as close friends will remain close friends. Thank you." Dick's eyes narrow with hurt, trying to hide what he felt with a stoic face. But eyes don't lie. Anyone staring at him could instantly tell what he felt.

He felt daggers pierce his heart with every word that left your mouth, not knowing you felt like you were chewing on shards. Hearing those words from you hurt him as much as it hurt saying them. Unbeknownst to each other's pain, you both twist your knives deeper.

You drag him away from the media. With a glare, the media ceased their chatter and nodded at your unspoken words. From adult to adult, they knew better than to continue with their constant questioning. You wouldn't take any more bullshit.

This is why you skipped the interviews and just went home to rest. It adds another problem in your head that you can't stop thinking about. They always know what's beneath your masks. What secrets and feelings you're hiding, they'll find ways to know.

Dick was the opposite. He loved interviews because attention was a given—all eyes and ears are on you. The limelight was something he subconsciously craved. Influenced by the passion he has for acrobatics.

He knows he's talkative, but he's smart enough to dodge questions. Just not the questions about love.

Sure, he'll easily answer if it's about in general or his past lovers like Kori and Zatanna. That was a piece of cake. It only goes downhill when it comes to you.

Richard Grayson's everything.

Words can't even express how much he admires you. He put you on a pedestal that nobody else could reach. Dick knew he set his own standards that are far above his own. That's why he's having trouble forgetting what he feels.

Despite loving you and having you within arm's reach, he never made a move. It was his punishment and blessing. He lives lamenting that he'll never be enough for you. You were too good for him, and no matter how he changes himself to be better than yesterday, you keep on proving to everyone that you're also better than before.

It suffocates him to feel your arms wrapped around his waist like this. The cold air breezing through him contrasts with the warmth building up inside his body. He closes his eyes momentarily, savoring and memorizing how you feel against him. Even for just a second, he can fantasize a reality where you're hugging him just like this. Not on his motorcycle, but within the warmth of your shared home, exchanging kisses and laughter.

Dick cherished moments like this. It's just you and him in this cruel world. He always felt that time moved slower whenever he was with you. It gives him more time to gaze at you without another thought except you in his mind.

His mind keeps replaying what the reporter asked them earlier. It hurt him more than any broken bone he had on his body. The damage was irreversible, as it's only figurative. You've inflicted an everlasting wound inside. No matter who or what he uses to heal himself, your mark lingers and haunts him.

"Dick?" Your soft voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He hums in response, letting you know that you have his attention. 

He feels your hold tighten around his waist. He observes the flow of the road before slipping one of his hands down to yours. Dick knew you well enough to understand what got you so tense. He is, too. You both knew that question would linger on your thoughts for weeks.

Like him, you had a lot on your mind throughout this ride. The ETA back to the tower gives you both some time to think about everything. And by everything, it meant everything that made you question how you felt about him and vice versa. 

Have you ever shown signs that you like him? Not once. There just wasn't a chance you could take. Your cowardice irritates you. You shove your face onto his broad back more, drowning your thoughts by basking in his warmth and scent.

"Nothing." And a veil of disappointment looms over you both again.

The ride was silent after that. The remaining time back to the tower was spent with unsuspecting touches. Neither of you knows this is what you're both desiring from the other. But you both felt content with it, deluding yourselves into thinking this is all that you're going to get. It was a minor pain to deal with if you deceive your morals that it's alright to be selfish once in a while. 

For 15 years, this is all you've been. Nothing more, nothing less. No hints nor talks about where this is all going. And for Dick, he was slightly grateful. If he had noticed a slight change in your dynamic, he fears that he'll fuck up and make it worse by being greedy. He's a risk taker, but he just can't take it with you.

It wasn't because you aren't worth it. Dick was just bound by his thoughts that you'll never feel the same way. Let's face it, he's observant. Dick is a master at reading someone. And by the way you act, it only fuels his thoughts. 

Your eyes never linger on him for more than a minute. He almost thought it had a warm look in it, but he may have mistaken it for his reflection looking at you. More so, you never seemed to care about who he's with. You always bid him your best wishes with a big smile on your face. Bigger than the ones you gave when it was just him. You were truly happy for him when he introduced his girlfriends.

How true was it, though? Dick doesn't know how much it pained you every time. And it isn't like you can just come up to him and slap him for the sole reason of, "Why can't it be me?" 

It was difficult to express yourself when every time you tell yourself you're about to confess, he comes back with a new girl. You never stood by your hopes, it'll only hurt you more. The only way to face it was to smile and wish him the best. At least now, you'll have a reason to move on.

"Thanks for the ride, Dick." You hit his shoulder lightly as you pass the helmet back to him.

"Don't mention it." He smiles at you.

Another silence envelops you. You steal glances when the other isn't looking. There was a minor problem that needed to be talked about, but it wasn't a problem that you're ready to face just yet.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Dick. Good night." I want to be with you.

"Yeah—yeah, good night." Don't leave yet.

He watches you leave with yearning eyes. He has a feeling he should call out to you, run up to you, prevent you from going up to your room, and seclude yourself until you forget about tonight. Will he ever get this feeling again about having the opportunity to talk about his feelings that's still left unsaid after fifteen years? 

You might be thinking hard about him too. Thinking about what he is to you. You might even realize your buried feelings for him. But maybe he's overthinking it because he's hoping again. Dick feels everything is complicated and overwhelming at the moment.

You turn on your heels, and a sliver of hope flashes inside him. 

"G-Goodbye! Don't stay up too late." You wave at him goodbye. Fuck.

His hands felt heavy to raise—no, his whole body did. Dick waved goodbye back nonetheless, watching helplessly as the elevator doors closed on your face. There goes his chance and yours. 

You both wasted the time to relay the secrets you've been hiding. The opportunity was handed over to you on a golden platter, but you both let the fear of being poisoned by what's served to you—miss the sweet taste of each other's love.

The elevator slightly shook when your body slumped down on its railings, tightly holding onto it to support your body from crumbling down. It felt so irritating and stupid that you let another chance go. The metal doors keep you from looking down on Dick's figure at the ground. You wanted to force it to go back.

Dick sat down on the floor and threaded through his hair, gripping it tightly out of frustration. He let you go again. He heard that stutter in your words, but he stayed still. He never heard you stutter once before this, and that made it worse. 

Two hopeless people that love each other unknowingly have to be one of the worst set-ups from the universe. It was toying with them. Somehow always giving the other the wrong idea about the other. 

You slump down in your room in regret. Frustration was clouding your vision and logic, you wanted nothing more than to scream and thrash around. 

The clear skies of the night caught your attention, stopping you from your self-loathing pity. 

By the sight alone, you'd have proof that the universe loved making you feel like a joke. The same sight of that constellation above your balcony made you scoff with disdain, a bitter smile on your face as memories of that night resurface.

At the top of the tower laughing and joking around with alcohol bottles scattered around you. It was a simple teenage mistake. The thought of it being bad and restricted made it feel the more enjoyable. You don't know what made him run away that night. But you remember how frustrated you felt, your hands clutched tightly in the air as if it was about to reach out for someone's head.

"I love someone." 

He remembers how easily those words left you that night. Dick was also reminiscing about that same night down here. 

Those words made his heart tighten, making him run away like the little boy he was back then. He was willing to listen to you. Just not... you confessing you love someone else. The thought of not having a possibility of him being that someone made him run away. After all those drinks and laughter you shared with him, making him feel that he was the one—it was his first heartbreak. 

The universe must be relishing at the fact that the two of you will never be together because of simple misunderstandings. How happy it is to see you both frustrated and sad over the other.

You both bury your heads in your arms, tears of defeat streaming down your eyes. The same thought haunts both of you, a subconcious voice telling them they've fucked up and lost the chance to have you as theirs.

I wish I knew you wanted me.

[lesb0]

lol bisexuals can't be studs either but I guess you just don't know anything about lesbian history.

we know that the term sapphic was used in the 16th century because of epistolary romances in which upper class women educated in Greek/Latin would trade letters referencing sapphic elegiac poetry and few epithalamic sonnets. Renaissance Petrarchan poetry was just as common amongst epistolary relationships referencing a female beloved character: "Laura" (Laurel). "Sapphism" terminologies would come later

femme was derived from late 19th century American women who were regularly travelling to western europe for the relative sexual freedoms, who would use the term femme, in English speech, as a codeword

the same types of upper class educated and well traveled women who studied greek poetry were latching onto a particular poets and started using lesbian and sapphism as secret codewords to mean they experienced same sex desires. these 3 terms became popularized in euro and american lesbian bar culture

bulldyke, bulldagger, and stud are all terms derived from American chattel slavery, in which a "breeding bull" male slave stud was selected for his excellent virility and masculinity, the best fighter and strongest laborer who was selected to impregnate female slaves.

these were later shortened to dagger, butch(er), dyke. holding knives or worn around a belt. these terms were meant to mean anyone who penetrates and tops women with a fake dick, and began in the American black working class community from chattel slavery

American lesbian bars were race segregated, but lesbians of color could attend some white euro bars.

The terms were not restricted by race, or whether these women were bisexuals or not, but by preferred sexual position.

the idea that only homosexual women who feel NO attraction to men can use these terms are highly anachronistic to the historical meanings, which were to initially describe all women who were seeking same sex sex at bars and caberets. many of them either had or were going to marry husbands.

required reading before coming at me on anon with dumb shit like a coward:

Cohler, Deborah. “Sapphism and Sedition: Producing Female Homosexuality in Great War Britain.” Journal of the History of Sexuality 16, no. 1 (2007): 68–94. http://www.jstor.org/stable/30114202.

Reay, Barry. “Writing the Modern Histories of Homosexual England.” The Historical Journal 52, no. 1 (2009): 213–33. http://www.jstor.org/stable/40264164.

SANCHEZ, MELISSA E. “‘Use Me But as Your Spaniel’: Feminism, Queer Theory, and Early Modern Sexualities.” PMLA 127, no. 3 (2012): 493–511. http://www.jstor.org/stable/41616842.

Valentine, Gill. “Negotiating and Managing Multiple Sexual Identities: Lesbian Time-Space Strategies.” Transactions of the Institute of British Geographers 18, no. 2 (1993): 237–48. https://doi.org/10.2307/622365.

YEARLING, REBECCA. “Homoerotic Desire and Renaissance Lyric Verse.” Studies in English Literature, 1500-1900 53, no. 1 (2013): 53–71. http://www.jstor.org/stable/41818883.

Who doesn't know about lesbian herstory again?

[bbr0wni3]

A Quiet Love

(One shot)

♡ -> Legolas x reader

Summary: The fellowship gets on boat, saying goodbye to Galadriel and her land with gifts on their bodies. You step on the firm ground to camp for the night, but you get back in the water to enjoy the day with your "close friend", feelings will reflect on the water you both let get yourselves wet on.

-> Content & warnings: female reader, fluff, love confession, narrated in 2nd person.

-> word count: 1.6k

-> (a/n): hii!! Another legolas fanfic that I had on my drafts for a long time, I hope you enjoy.

I also have another fanfic in the making about eowyn (wlw), that one is a lot longer!

Sorry in advance if there are some misspelled words/grammar/phrases,etc. English is not my first language!!

Divider by @/saradika

The sun hits your skin, and you leave Lórien with a necklace brushing your collarbone. gifted by the lady of the woods, Galadriel. It's one of the most beautiful necklaces you've ever laid your hands on; it holds a green elfstone as a pendant, holded by a shiny silver chain. The other members of the fellowship also received gifts like daggers elven knives, a rope, a bow for legolas, and weirdly gimli asked for some strands of hair from Galadriel, and he was now excitedly telling you and Legolas how it all went down and how beautiful the lady Galadriel was. You three are traveling on the same boat that was also handed by the elves to help us all cross the river

You look down at the water around you. You see your reflection first, and then something else caughts your attention, Legolas is also looking down, and his face reflects on the water too, you smile shyly while you keep watching your "friend", as it's quite easy to notice that this few days the term "friends" seems to wash off as you spend more and more time together. You care a lot about each other and have a very special bound, but neither of vou dares to make the first

You all soon pass the Argonath, and everyone is looking up now, amazed by the statues. You can't help but look behind to see if Legolas is also focused on the two giant statues, but your eyes meet as soon as you turn around, he was already looking at you before, you both smile really joyfully at each other. You turn around again to catch a last glance at the statues, you blush as you connect the dots of what just happened. He was not paying attention to the statues, all this time he was paying attention to you watching them.

You hit the small stones on the shore of the Nen Hithoel Lake. Gimli gets off the boat first, all clumsy and funny of course; Legolas quickly gets off too, so when you lift your head up you see his pale hand offering you help, you grab it and lift your feet one by one to get off the boat as you smile at him, he also smiles as he risks a few caresses to your hand because he saw the sudden opportunity, you let go off his hand slowly. it almost looked like both of your hands were stuck with glue, your fingers traced down his palm until letting go.

After a few minutes, all the group is already settled, and after you help Gimli find some wood, you both light up a fire. You and Legolas are now by the shore again, playing with the little stones and sharing a moment in silence, every one and then you share looks with smiley eyes, your arms are touching from how close you are to each other.

"I have an idea to kill some time," you say to Legolas as you look at the lake while you get up.

You brush all the sand and pebbles that stick to your clothes and palms, and you look down at him playfully as you smile. As a next move, you start unbuttoning your clothes and taking off your skirt, receiving some shy glances from the elven boy. You are left with nothing but your white matching underwear that has a little white bow in the middle of both the bra and panties, a subtle detail that made Legolas' heart skip a beat. You walk towards the lake, giving your back to it while you smile at Legolas as you move your hands back and forth for him to notice that you are telling him to come and join you.

The cold water starts to cover your calves, you turn around to go further in the water, the water gets to your knees, and finally above your belly button; with your arms you swing the water around you from front to back as you watch Legolas take off his clothes quickly and smiling through the suffer as the cold water starts freezing his legs, you laugh at the sight of him, with his arms standing in the air trying to not touch the water, while he looks at it and at you multiple times.

Now, the water touches his elbow as he reaches the same depth that you are in. You have to move your legs and arms slightly to float, while he, because of his height, can almost touch the bottom of the lake. You smile at him, and you let your head fall so you wet your hair completely. He just watches you carefully. You straight up again and playfully swing your arms to splash him and get him wet. You do this and swim faster in the opposite direction while laughing out loud. Little by little, without noticing you end up leaving a distance between the two of you, you stop swimming to face him again from a distance you watch each other now, time seems to stop. lost in each others eyes

sinking motor and more into these unspoken feelings, the tension builds as neither of you seem to not want to stop looking at each other, your heart pounds loud in your ears.

little waves come to you as he starts to swim in your direction. He stops as he feels his knee brush yours down the surface

You don't let your eyes lose his fixated gaze for one second doesn't either. As the stares deepen and he brushes his fingers with yours to hold your hand. You came to the conclusion that no one ever looked at you the way he's doing so, his eyes were filled with love, but you know for a fact that yours are too.

Time has passed since you entered the water. Now is the moment where the sun and the moon meet for a second time, and you couldn't be closer to each other.

You can feel the heat that erupts from his torso and how it keeps you warm from the coldness of the water.

He raises his hand suddenly and gets it closer to your face. He grabs a strain of wet

hair that is covering one of your eyes and tucks it behind his car. His hand doesn't leave your face but now cups your ear between his fingers, his thumb hesitates but ends up gently brushing your lips from one to the other, he watches as they are tinted in a purple tone because of the temperature that surrounds you both, and in this moment you notice that no words were spoken at all, not one time you pronounced a word.

But none of you needed words for as your soft touch spoke louder.

As he keeps his thumb on your lips, you part them slightly. He looks at you in the eyes, and then at your lips, you do the same.

He brings his other hand from beneath the water and cups the other side of your face to finally break the only centimeters that were between you two.

Like a delicate string that was waiting to be Cut.

His lips are soft, as you always imagined. those times that you secretly directed your gaze at them; thin and with a beautiful hint of rose pink, it drives you crazy the way they curve when he speaks elvish with Aragorn or how they widen when he smiles at you.

A kiss filled with passion, love , but also a very sweet and gentle one. You place your hand on his chest, which catches him out of guard, and makes the kiss change its rhythm. You start tracing a lime between his pectorals and down his abs. You stop there, and he slowly separates his lips from you. You both smile as you hug him tightly, your jump to his embrace with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you laugh and he grabs your waist to maintain this position, but you had other plans in mind, you give him a devilish smile before you let your body fall back into the water, sinking you both and making your teeth chatter from the cold, Legolas goes back up, his hair fully wet and sticked to his face. You both laugh out loud, and he playfully grabs you and starts tickling your sides till you cry from laughter. He stops as he seems to already have got his revenge , you both keep laughing and placing constant kisses on the lips and body of the other.

The stars paint the sky, and the moon

watches from above

"Hey, lovebirds! You should eat and rest, tomorrow an adventure awaits!" Gimli is heard from across the river, you both look while still hugging each other.

You and Legolas chuckle at Gimli's way to call you both, you are sure that they were all watching you both kiss and play in the water.

You get to the shore and start dressing. As you put your shoes and the necklace Galadriel gave you, you look up and see Legolas putting his pants back on, you both smile and he gets closer, pecking you in the lips making you blush and giggle.

You both go where the rest of the fellowship is. They are already eating the rabbits you catch earlier

"Here they are the lovebirds" Gimli teases again

I hope you saved us some meat because I'm starving!" You say and laugh as you take a seat next to Aragorn, Legolas sits next to you. You feel Legolas's arm pass behind your back and high fives Aragorn's hand behind you, you silent chuckle by the boys actions

You lay your head on Legolas's shoulder, and he looks at you and gives you a little kiss on the head. You smile, you are so happy that this day is going and ending this way, better than you could ever imagine

Thank you for reading!

[lotusyuka]

Sae Itoshi x GN! Reader x Rin Itoshi

Synopsis: Your wedding day took a twist for the worse, but you did not mind one bit.

tw: reader has anger issues, mentions of a wedding/religious traditions, hints of reader being married against her own will, reader is wearing a dress

Given that you were much younger than the groom standing tall adjacent to you, you were now experiencing what it means to be wedded.

Indeed, the current day of your marriage was subpar in contrast to the wedding day that you swore your inner, younger self that you would achieve. Yet, the choice of venue was not all that disastrous; the roses greatly adorning the elegant venue of the hotel that your "fiancé" had chose, the crimson clashing beautifully with the romantic ambiance. The china were just as luxurious as the tables they were laid upon, knives and spoons glinting under the said lights.

He really went all out. It made you even more angry.

You looked at the ginger-haired footballer who gave you a ghost of a smile. His eyes scanned your whole figure, not leaving one part unseen. Huffing out a dreamy sigh, Sae turned to the ordained man and waited obediently for his word, as if though he was waiting all his life for this moment.

Verily, the young man was infatuated with you– no, he fell completely in love.

Initially, when he first set his turquoise eyes on your stature, he scoffed and dismissed you as lukewarm. Not like you initially were his friend, you were merely visiting Rin Itoshi– the boy you were paired up with for the English project. There was no doubt that the younger Itoshi was skilled in that field, and you were (as Sae previously stated) lukewarm at best. Hence, it was but fit for you to be paired up.

You were set to meet up at 5:00 pm– you came at 4:50 pm. Your hands rose to the door, the house seemingly quiet and abandoned. But to your demise, Sae Itoshi, the world-renowned football player, unlocked the door. Lifting your line of vision from the doormat to greet your classmate, you let out a small gasp as you spot the tall man behind the door.

"Who's there?" All raspy, as he eyed you with his usual annoyed visage.

You were quick to note that this man was not one for friendly chitchat, so you quickly stated your name and reason for your visit; your manner almost akin to that of a nervous soldier addressing the higher-ups.

"Rin's not here yet." He claimed coldly. Before you could open your mouth and give an honest solution, Sae abruptly slammed the door–leaving you all alone outside his abode. Now, anger was simply an understatement of what you felt in that specific moment. You were furious.

As a result, you lifted your hands again; only this time, you balled your fists even harder and banged till the noise was even more deafening than the sound of the door slamming. In a rushed fashion, Sae immediately opened the door and glared daggers at you. Yet, that was not your concern; your face showed nothing but a livid and sour expression. You approached the eldest Itoshi with a similar glare and spat out,

"Just because you're known for playing with balls doesn't mean you have the fucking right to slam the door in someone's face." you uttered out as calmly as possibly, though it was a clear challenge and indicator that you were not exactly serene.

Sae stood speechless. He froze as he was not used to someone scolding him like that (except his coaches). He, then, accepted his defeat and let out a deep exhale as he opened the door widely for you to come in.

You settled onto the burgundy couch that was situated in front of the brightly-lit flat screen. There was a playback of some football match, displaying side commentary and analysis beside every player. Raising an eyebrow, you truly did not understand this wholly passion for football with the Itoshi Brothers.

The ginger quickly got hold of the remote and abruptly turned off the television. He, then, sat on the opposite side of the couch— his turquoise eyes analyzing every part of your figure, as if he was evaluating you.

You turned to look at the man, intrigued by his sudden silence. You held your hands crossed against your chest, giving the impression that you were not exactly fond of the man. Making himself more comfortable, he spread his legs wider and placed his elbows on top of his knees; in a crouching position.

He continued to set his eyes upon you—time passing as if it froze.

5:30 display boldly through the screen of your phone. The tension rendered impossible to bear; you sighed, turning off your phone and stood up from your seat. Futhermore, your longing to leave was getting impatient; so you headed to the door.

Right before you extended your hand to grab the doorknob, your whole body was pulled back in swift motion. Sae grabbed your other arm and pulled you back to face him. His facial expression showing nothing but nonchalance as he kept his hand fixed on your arm. You were taken aback.

“Weren’t you the one who insisted in coming in? You can’t back out now, (Y/n).”

Anyone with a pair of functioning eyes would spot the close proximity between you and the latter. As he spoke his words laced with sarcasm, he inched closer with every sentence. Now, he was the one who left you speechless. With his hand still glued to your arm, his breath was now audible due to his closeness; your (e/c) eyes switching back and forth from his face to his arm. Yes, you were furious with the man, but it was no doubt that his beauty captivated you. In that moment, you truly understood why Sae Itoshi was popular among the ladies.

As you kept staring into each other’s eyes, the doorknob rustled—in rushed a very sweaty Rin.

You quickly detached from Sae’s grasp to turn and greet your classmate who wore a skeptical look on his worn-out face. Sweat glistening from his face to his shoulders, hair wet from practice, the blue-haired footballer took note of your presence and let out a small “wait for me” whilst dashing to his room.

Clearly, embarrassment was the fit word for this occasion, but Sae did not seem to wear a similar expression. A small smirk was sketched upon his face, as if proud of his small act. Emotions were starting to clash; on one hand, you were still extremely livid with Sae’s act of rudeness, but on the other hand, his delicate touch left you pondering for more.

“I’m going to wait for Rin in his room.” You uttered out, hoping that the latter finished his shower and was waiting for you to show up in his room. As you faced away from Sae, your eyes locked shut and your mouth akin, as you walked slowly to Rin’s chamber.

As you were flustered (and still mildly upset) from his previous act, the former could not be said to Sae Itoshi.

In fact, in all of his trainee years, Sae was seen as a prodigy—an idol. One that was adored by fans all around the world. He knew their interest in him was only materialistic, as he was shown to be a multi-millionaire at such a young age. He would solemnly swear not to date any of his fangirls, for they were only interested in his net-worth. With that, Sae grew disgusted at the thought of ever building a relationship with someone. He would always get special treatment, always given the easy way out.

But, when he saw how you did not accept any disrespect from him—regardless of his status, his heart pounded.

Reminiscing the day you first met was, but an orthodox method that all brides must experience on their wedding day.

Sae—his eyes constantly roaming your figure—gave you a small smile. The organ's keys playing a symphonic melody, the constant chatter emitting from the guests , and the priest standing in between you, all faded to blur; all but resulting from the smile Sae bothered to show. In almost all of the years you have interacted with him, never had he twitched his lips upwards for the likes of you. But yet, standing tall and proud was the footballer you were bound to marry.

Verily, it would be abnormal for him to not smile on his big day, would it not?

Clearing his throat, the priest snapped you of your trance, turning to look straight into him. As the crowd stood up, the priest exclaimed the following words,

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony."

You gulped, Sae remaining unfazed.

"Sae, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Without any sign of hesitation, Sae breathed out a simple ‘I do’.

As the ordained man nodded his head, he turned to look at you and posed the aforementioned question now to you,

"(Y/n), do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

You froze. “I-

“I OBJECT!”

the gasps echoed in unison; the crowd looked to the person responsible for this claim.

There, on the other end of the luxurious aisle, stood long, muscular blue haired man— wearing a jet-black tuxedo with a blue tie that matches his hair and eyes.

Rin marched towards you, snaking his arms around your waist. You look up to stare at him, befuddled over the whole situation. The younger Itoshi simply looked down—locking eyes with your own. In an instant, Rin clashed his own lips into yours, clinging and bringing your body closer to his.

He huffed out a small sigh in between your lips, before pulling away.

Rin Itoshi, the man who stole your heart way before you met Sae, had completely crashed the wedding.

But you, as the bride of the said wedding, did not mind one bit.

A/N: This is way outta of my comfort zone, THIS HAD NOT BEEN PROOFREAD NOR FACT-CHECKED PLEASE IGNORE ALL INACCURACIES IN THE CHARACTERS AND THE SETTING, THANK YOU

[al4dy]

My addiction [Amber. F]

Pairing: Amber Freeman x fem!reader

Summary: You've been having encounters with Ghostface and now you find yourself addicted.

Warnings: toxic relationship, sick love, mention of drugs(?), addictions, sadism, knife play, violence, blood, knives and things like that. Not proofread, sorry. +16 only, please.

a/n: My friend @jennacarioca was sad and I started writing this to her since she likes Amber (It's shameful how long it took me to write just this little bit), and also her birthday is almost knocking on the door, so it will be two birds with one stone. (english is definitely not my first language and this'll be kinda obvious lmao sorry again)

What makes addiction an addiction? The release of dopamine is one of the factors, that's for sure. The hormone that brings you happiness, pleasure, satisfaction, just as it can also bring you into deep, unforgiving waters and make you drown in these temporary sensations. Something that gives you so many good feelings can - if you're not careful - be your downfall.

Already showing signs of addiction you would recklessly look for things that release this rush of sensations just to feel something similar again.

It's just fucking hard to get out of an addiction, especially if you've been doing it for a while. Sometimes you may end up not getting rid of it even if you want with all your might, because deep down you know that maybe nothing will give you those same sensations.

And that's exactly what was happening to you. Your addiction was consuming you, slowly corrupting you, leaving you rotten and dependent on these sensations, this type of adrenaline– And there's only one person in the world capable of making you feel something like that; Woodsboro's most wanted serial killer.

Your body carried dagger cuts, some still healing and others already healed. Your throat had the perfect imprint of the hand Ghostface used to squeeze it, to choke you until you begged for air, for mercy. All of this was enough sign for you to get out of this fucked up situation, look for help, run as far away...

But how could you? None of that compared to the feeling of those soft lips tracing moist kisses down your neck, whispering words of comfort, sweet words that no one had said to you before. The feeling of those slightly pointed canine teeth grazing your sensitive skin to the point where blood can be seen; it was an agonizing pain, but then their tongue slid over the spot so gently, eliciting a drawn out moan from you.

Now that you put yourself in this situation, you couldn't get out.

The cold night breeze tickled your skin, goosebumps spread over every inch of your body but it definitely wasn't because of that. No, the cold breeze didn't play even the slightest role in how your body was completely rigid, or how - even slightly - you were shaking. It was because of the person dressed in a black cloak in front of you; their face being hidden by a Ghostface mask.

At this point you should be feeling the cold metal of the dagger slowly sliding across your skin - not too deep, but deep enough to make Ghostface pleased to see your pained expression and the crimson liquid running from the cut -, but now what you felt was the fabric of their glove against your skin, making small circles on your neck with the index finger.

You were used to this game. It was a pattern and you discovered it pretty quickly. Ghostface likes to hurt you not only physically, but also mentally: One night they like to play with you, especially with knives, restricting you and any disobedience would be another cut on your body. Over the next few nights they shower you with affection, treat you like a princess, say the most romantic things and make you feel loved like never before. Only to disappear for a few weeks, leaving you distressed, anxious, needing more. That's when Ghostface comes back again and the cycle continues, exactly in that order.

“You keep coming at me, why?” the voice was modulated, but the soft way they spoke to you made the air in your lungs empty in seconds. You're feeling uneasy, you could feel your stomach turn from feeling your body heating up. You hated it, it was ridiculous- however, you still wanted to keep feeling that way.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, it was as if a lump had formed in your throat, preventing you from saying anything.

“Come on love… you know exactly what to say.”

“B-Because I love you.” You felt your stomach drop, you always did. It didn't feel right to say those words, not in this situation and definitely not to that person.

As soon as the words completely slipped out of your mouth, a robotic laugh was heard in that dark and deserted alley. “Oh god- that never fails to make me laugh!”

“As much as I like to hear you say it, you don't love me, baby. You love how I make you feel.” You lowered your gaze to the dirty floor, but it didn't last long as the same hand that made small circles on your neck grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at them. A gasp left your lips. “Look at me while we’re talking.” Ghostface had a threatening tone. You could tell they were smiling and enjoying it.

You were completely right, you just confirmed it when they took off that mask.

As soon as the mask was off your breath hitch. No matter how many times you saw Amber taking off that mask, you always got the same reaction. Having those intense eyes staring at you dead in the eye made you want to squeeze your thighs together. It was as if all that uneasy feeling disappeared as soon as you saw her face.

Amber had a cheek-to-cheek smile on her lips; a smile that make you shiver from head to toe in fear. That was definitely what people call a “maniacal smile”. She tightened her grip on your chin.

Your eyes were seen so much clearly now, your frown said that you were thinking about getting rid of this touch because it was really hurting, but the way you swallowed hard and sighed with your lips parted right away put everything Amber needed to know on the table.

You still wanted her, you still needed her even though she treated you like that and that was just a trigger for her to continue.

“Hmm...” The hand that held your chin firmly slid slowly down your jaw. “But it’s okay if you don’t love me, because I definitely love you.” The sinister smile on her lips gave way to a softer one, you could have sworn it was something more tender.

“Let’s get out of this alley so I can love you completely, okay?”

It was always the same question, you knew that after that night it would take days for you to see her again. You knew she would make you go to heaven only to pull you straight to hell.

But you don't care, do you? As long as you're able to be with Amber - as long as she can make you feel alive even though she's killing you slowly -, you'd go to hell blindfolded.

“Yes.” You said quietly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes love."

[klaustozier]

demon ; nijiro murakami ver.

SUMMARY: you are a demon hunter and one of this demons is very different from what you are used to.

warnings: demon!Nijiro x fem!reader; Nijiro is 190cm or 6'2 (i think you can write it like this); big!cocks, that's it cocks, two dicks; double penetration; he has tentacles 😳 (no, he won't fuck you with them); his eyes are black and his canines and lateral incisors are pointed; I'm out of my mind; praise kink; degradation kink; fingering; play with nipples; hanging; oral on you (his tongue grows); there will be no condom use (but you know you should, please don't do this to me and use a condom); double penetration; cum inside.

english is not my first language, i'm sorry for any mistakes

word count: 1,7k

i'm sorry for taking so long.

enjoy.

The creature was trapped in a metal chair, chained to the floor. You should have already killed him, but you couldn't. Because you thought he was handsome. You felt so stupid, just because his face was pretty didn't mean you should spare him.

You were a demon hunter and prevented them from harming humans, so you had to kill him. But what about that brunette hair? And that pretty nose? And that jaw? And those lips?

You'd heard from friends that they'd fucked demons before, that they'd come and then kill them, but you couldn't do that, you were better than that.

"What are you thinking about, baby?", he asked, his voice was low, echoing off the walls of the warehouse you'd brought him to. His black eyes focused on you, glistening in the light from outside, teeth sharpened under his smile.

"How to shut you up as fast as I can", you replied, looking back at the knives on your desk.

"Oh yeah?", you suddenly felt him at your back, your heart skipped a beat, your stomach turned to ice, "Are you going to be nice to me, princess?"

"How did you escape?", your voice was so small, you were so scared, for the first time in your life.

"Ah", he chuckled softly, his mouth settling on your neck, "I have my tricks, baby girl", and you felt things slither down your belly and legs and as you looked down, you saw the long, black tentacles curling around your body. Those tentacles came from his back and depending on how much power he had, he could make more of them. You've never met a demon with tentacles and when you captured him, you didn't find any traces that he was like this, "I can smell you... you smell like a horny little slut, you know?"

"Let go of me now", you growled trying to break free, shifting restlessly.

"You find me attractive, don't you?", he asked, chuckling softly, his lips sliding down your neck.

You squinted your eyes trying to concentrate, "Let me go now", you growled through your teeth, feeling your pussy throb as the black tentacles tightened on your thighs.

"I know you don't want to, I can feel your heart beating", one of the countless tentacles slid along the inside of your thigh, the tip coming extremely close to your crotch, caressing the skin still covered by your jeans, "I can feel your pussy throbbing… you smell", and he took a deep breath, "so good…"

"Filthy demon", you cursed, trying to pick up the small dagger on your table trying to hit the thigh of the tall man behind you, but one of the tentacles grabbed your wrist, taking your arm to your own neck.

"Don't be rude, I'm complimenting you, fucking slut."

"Let go of me", you snarled, once more.

His beautiful lips touched your cheek, staying close to your skin as he spoke, taking the dagger from your hand, "Lie to me and say you don't want me."

"How would I want such a disgusting being?", you tried to be strong.

He chuckled, a low laugh, "Disgusting?", a tentacle positioned around your neck and just wrapped around the delicate area, "I'm a monster, but not that kind of monster, you know? If you didn't want me, I'd just walk away… but fuck, when I felt what you wanted from me", he chuckled, "I couldn't control myself… Want to handcuff me again and blow me for a little while, princess?"

You swallowed hard, "Y-you… we can't…", you whispered, getting tired of being strong.

"No? Why not? Because I'm not human?", you took a deep breath, shivering, "Kitten", the tentacle that held you by the neck tightened, making you moan, "you'll never be able to think of another fucking human again after being fucked by me."

The demon turned you on your heels and loosened some of the grip on his tentacles, giving you the opportunity to move away. Your eyes looked at him, the completely black eyes looking at you with so much evil inside them. He grinned, sharp canines and incisors gleaming beneath his handsome smile, the dimples showing. The tentacles wrapped around you again and his hands gripped your waist and finally he kissed you.

You moaned and squirmed, feeling your pussy throb. The bigger one dominated the kiss, his tongue rubbing against yours, hungry, you just allowed him to do what he wanted. His hands roamed your body while the thick black tentacles did the same, exploring every millimeter of it, making your legs tremble.

Two tentacles tightened around your breasts, squeezing them together only so his big hands could play with the nipples hidden under the black clothes. His thumbs began to rub the peaks, his tongue rubbing on yours, his sharp teeth scraping your bottom lip every now and then, the tentacle on your neck squeezing in perfect pressure.

"Fuck, your are so fucking hot", he whispered, his hands going down to be able to remove your shirt, one of the tentacles ripped your bra, in the back, opening it and taking it off. He took a deep breath, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name."

"Please, sir."

He smiled, "What a nice little slut."

"Thank you, sir."

His hand slid around your waist, having your mouth dominated again, being kissed with desperation. When your hand wandered to his cock, your eyes widened, the problem wasn't just that it was a thick bulge against the black dress pants he wore, but that they were two bulges. Your eyes widened and his heart sped up in despair making him laugh.

"Stay calm, baby…", he whispered, his hand caressing your hair, while one of the tentacles slid over your ass and the other over your thighs, caressing you, "If you want, I can transform and just stay with on-"

"No… it's okay…"

The brunette smirked, "Your sweet saint face is just for decoration, right?", and chuckled when your cheeks flushed, "You want to feel full, don't you?"

"Yes…"

He chuckled evilly, "And I'll do whatever you want."

The older one opened your pants with his hands and let his tentacles take them off for him while his hand was busy stroking your pussy lips, making your legs shake. The tentacle on your neck loosened its grip a little giving you time to breathe and adjust before tightening it again. His tentacles removed the knives from the table and placed you on top of the furniture while his hands were busy with your white panties. He thought if he should just take it off and be delicate, or if he should tear the piece with brute force, and he chose the second option, ripping the panties, earning a startled moan from you.

Nijiro smiled, his thumb sliding over the wet lips, giving your clit a little attention, making gentle circular motions. He knelt on the floor, tentacles coming out from his back, threading through the white button-up shirt that was opened as he positioned himself on the floor. Four tentacles gripped your legs, opening you for him, holding you in place for his access. A tentacle touched your wrist, pulling it to your own breast, wanting you to touch yourself while another positioned itself on your free breast and began to slide the delicate tip over your nipple. The soft, smooth, black tentacle slid over your delicate skin, making your moan softly.

The brunette took a deep breath and kissed your thighs before sliding his tongue over your wet pussy. You whined, a sigh leaving your lips, your free hand stroking the soft blond hair. The soft tongue rubbed against your clit and moved all over your wet pussy, sucking on the lips before returning to the tender spot and giving it attention.

"Fuck", you cursed feeling his tongue forcing in your entrance.

You didn't expect to feel what you felt. It was like his tongue was sliding down inside you, reaching in, going deeper inside you back and forth, fucking you. Your moan grew more agonized as his thumb began stroking your clit, letting his tongue fuck you.

His dark eyes focused on you, a wicked smile spread across his face, even though you couldn't see it, his nose was resting on your skin as his tongue tasted you so intimately. Saliva escaped his lips, wetting you, sliding down your ass.

A sly moan left your lips when you felt the long tongue leave you and climb your lips, returning to its normal size when reaching the clit, "What a delicious pussy… so tight… you're going to crush my cock like that, princess…"

"How-how…? How you-?"

The brunette chuckled, standing up, sticking out his tongue. The normal-sized tongue grew down his lips, making your heart race. The tentacle on your breast just held it and offered it to its owner for him to curl his long tongue over the delicate skin, the tip rubbing against the nipple as the length slid across the skin, eliciting a whimper from you. One of his hands took your hand away from your own breast and squeezed it hard, making you moan and his free hand went to your pussy, sliding through the lips, collecting the lubrication before sinking them inside you. Fingers curling, back and forth inside you, feeling your hands grip his hair.

"Fucking thigh pussy", whispered the demon as he retracted his tongue, his eyes focusing on his fingers fucking you, the wet sounds mixing with your moans, "Did anyone ever tell you that you moan like a dirty slut?"

You shook your head, "No… I'm sorry, sir."

Nijiro frowned and then laughed, "Who says I don't like it?", the tentacle on your neck squeezed the delicate area again, pulling you closer to him, "I want to hear every obscene moan that comes from you, princess."

The brunette kissed you again, his fingers still teasing you, gathering lubrication before sliding his finger down to your other entrance, dipping one finger in without difficulty. Which made him laugh and he continued to prepare you gently. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him, feeling your entrance being opened.

His tentacles still held you in place, holding you all the way to your back, so you didn't have to worry about holding on with your hands. Two of them busied themselves with your breasts, squeezing them eagerly as the tips rubbed against your nipples, making your back arch.

The demon's free hand opened his own pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. The kiss ended because of your curiosity to see what the two volumes you had felt earlier were about. Nijiro had two members, one on top of the other, very close together, under the lower one there was a pair of testicles. Both cocks were thick, countless veins adorned the fair skin, the red tips glowing pre-cum. You swallowed hard, watching him bring his hand to his lips and let saliva fall, sliding it over both of his cocks. You watched with all attention, his hand went to your lips, making you look at him.

"Slobber on it for me, baby girl."

Promptly, you complied, spittle dripping from your mouth onto the large hand under your lips. After a brief moment, he smeared all of your saliva onto his skin, jerking himself off, one cock at a time. With a sigh, he positioned his cocks at your entrances, forcing his way through. You moaned, grabbing his shoulders, hugging him, your hand sliding across his chest, the open white blouse giving you passage over his beautiful abdomen. Your face was buried in his sweet-smelling neck, you could have sworn he smelled like lavender and lust, but she couldn't be sure.

"Everything okay?", Nijiro asked softly, his hands stroking your hair and back as he sank all of himself inside you, wanting to help you calm down.

"Yes", you replied, slightly agonized, your hips squirming, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Whatever my little baby girl wants."

And the demon began to move. His strong hands held you by the waist, starting delicate movements, the tentacles caressed your thighs, squeezing your breasts, offering them to him. The brunette brought his face to your breasts, lightly nibbling the top of your left breast before enveloping it in his tongue, caressing the bitten skin as the tip of his tongue caressed the peaked nipple. You moaned, digging your short nails into the demon's broad shoulders.

Your moans were agonized, you could feel him so deep inside you, stretching you completely for him. Your moans got louder the faster Nijiro moved, fucking you without any kind of pity. You had never been so well fucked in your life, there was hate and precision in his movements and it was so wonderful. With one hand, he pulled you by the hair, making you look at him.

"You're so fucking hot", he whispered, "How am I going to fuck anyone else and not think about that ass crushing me? And that pussy drooling all over my cock?"

"Sir", you whispered, lost.

"Funny you're supposed to be killing me, not letting me stretch you open, princess", he chuckled, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Fuck off."

The demon grinned and slapped you across the face, "You better respect me, spoiled slut."

"I'm going to kill-", and you couldn't finish, you couldn't threaten him, after all his thumb went back to caressing your clit while both cocks invaded you with so much desire, "I'm going to cum."

"Come on, little slut, get me all wet, let's go…"

Your inside squeezed him hard, your legs trembled with the tentacles, you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself. He smiled and kissed you, not stopping the movements of his hips, seeking his own pleasure as well. It didn't take long before he was cumming, filling you with cum, making his eyes roll back in his head, his tongue rubbing yours, his hands squeezing your soft ass hard, the pleasure consuming his beautiful body.

"Fuck", he growled holding your face tightly before kissing you again, "No, no, no", he whispered, one of his tentacles gripping your wrist, unnoticed by him (or you thought there was no noticing), your took a silver dagger and was ready to cut his neck, but he stopped you, "It's rude to kill a man right after he cums", he scoffed, "Especially after he makes you cum with so much pleasure. "

The brunette pulled away from you enough to be able to look at you, all trapped by his tentacles, cum sliding through your holes, you were so full. Nijiro smiled and straightened his pants.

"My name is Nijiro. Murakami Nijiro", informed the brunette, "If you want to be fucked very well like that and threaten to kill me again, just call me, princess", and after a peck, the demon disappeared, leaving you naked in your warehouse, head full and cum running down your thighs.

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[mirupiico]

HELLO your art is delicious amazing stunning showstopping!!!!!!!!!! i absolutely would love to hear more about your oc <3 she's literally so cuteeeeee

(also i love your breakdown on the accents!!!! like yes give me as much lore as possible)

Ah, you sweet sweet soul. You have opened the floodgates fully. I don't think you understand, I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS OC.

So my Field of Mistria OC's name is Emilia Goldhart and she's from the Caldosian Empire! Since the game is still in early access, aspects of her lore will likely change depending on the more we learn about the world building of the game. With what little info we have, I HC the Caldosian accent to be more or less the same as Scottish English. I am a massive linguistics and dialects nerd, so having an OC from far away from the main town whose accent provides both a point of charm and a language barrier that melts over time is super fun to write. To super simplify her background...

She was a street rat adopted by an adventurer's guild, doing whatever quests she could handle for her age in exchange for room and barebones food. A basic bed and bread was all she really needed, and she did whatever she could to maintain her basic needs. By the time she got into her teens and her body started filling out a little more, they started sending her on more serious assignments -- a femme fatale for hire. She was tasked with luring in men who owed debts to others, and would "collect a debt" (lowkeyjustmurder) on her client's behalf. She was taught to charm others easily, sharpening her natural wit and love for banter. And most importantly, it certainly paid better than petty theft and small monster killing for sure. Her training in this field made her very adept with knives and daggers specifically, and she has a distinct fondness for throwing knives. She would often wear the one nice attire she owned, a red dress, and tie her abundance of red hair into a tight and heavily braided bun, having to infiltrate densely packed late-night fancy galas to find her target. It got to the point where the pattern of seeing a woman in a red dress at parties where men died started a rumor that if a rich man or a scammer died overnight, he must've spent the night with the Maiden in Red.

However, having to put her life on the line and entertain weird rich older men just to survive was getting old. She wanted to escape, but she knew she only really was suited for harm, and had no real prospects for any other kind of work. It wasn't until a particularly auspicious day that she saw a flyer for a free farm available in backwater town she'd never heard of called Mistria. Before any of her bigger more adept peers could find it, she stole the flyer and left the guild in the dead of the night, following the map on the back of the paper...

Emilia post-moving-to-Mistria is a much happier girlie. She makes fast friends pretty quickly with Celine, Reina, and Adeline, often staying over at Celine's house with them for tea and gossip and giggling. Her favorite part of farming, however, are the animals. Her first animal, a duckling named Finnegan, was a gift to her from Hayden, the farmer/rancher that lives at Sweetwater Farm (due west of the player farm). She treats Finnegan like its her own human baby, carrying him around in her overalls pocket until gets too big to fit. The first day she got him, she just sat at Sweetwater farm with him and cried, watching him exist, baffled that he was real and cute and hers and perfect.

Emilia's accent when she first comes to town is extremely thick. The vast majority of the townsfolk don't understand her most of the time when she first moves in, but after hanging around with her girlies (Reina, Celine, Adeline) they start understanding her a little better. Terithia, and Balor, having been well traveled, also understand her a bit better than the others to some extent. Despite having been in the capital for some years, she never really talked to anyone or got close enough to anyone for that to change. It's not until her move to Mistria that her accent begins to wade slightly, however she will often slip back into it deeply if she's feeling any kind of heightened emotion like sadness, rage, or intoxication. I'd made a chart of her accent, but I can also reiterate it here:

Based on the example sentence: "Where do you live? I don't know."

First arriving to town / After a few beers too many: Lots of lexical Scotticisms, very heavily rhotic pronunciations, uses SSE grammar patterns. Only Terithia and Balor can really understand her fully. Example: "Whaur dae ye bide? Ah dinnae ken."

Months into Mistria: Fewer lexical Scotticisms, but the rhotic pronunciations and grammar patterns in there. More understood in town both from her being around more and her Scotticisms being dropped on occasion. Example: "Where de ye live? Ah dunno."

She also has a pretty significant crush on the farmer next door. Emilia isn't really used to just... overt sweetness? So from how brutally kind Hayden is to her on a regular basis, she starts softening up to him and his endearingly goofy love of animals. And, since her usual manner of getting chummy with someone involves a lot of flirty banter and teasing, she really enjoys how notably he responds to being hit on. Making him blush becomes a hobby at one point, though it's all fun and games until he starts figuring out ways to return the favor.

They're totally not dating though. They're definitely just bantering for fun. It's completely platonic and friendly no matter how red either one gets. Totally.

Also she's barefoot the vast majority of the time, with the exception of being in the mines, when it snows, or when its too cold outside.

And that's it! She lives rent free in my head, and I have multiple AUs and fics and shorts written about her that I haven't posted anywhere yet. I love her so much it makes me insane. Thank you for the ask!!!

[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Profile Tag!

It's been a while since I've done one of these, and I really like this tag, so I'm gonna make a few lol.

Let's go with Adahm Ryker from Scrapyard Boys for this one!!! <3

Full Name: Adahm Tiberius Ryker

Kind of Being: Human (Mutant Variant)

Age: Presumably 19 years old, has no birth certificate and has a snake-like biology so the details of how he ages are unclear but he is around that age physically.

Sex: Male

Appearance: Adahm is very tall and lanky, with warm white skin that is slightly sun tanned but without any freckles. His eyes are a piercing light yelloish green, almost neon, hue which look distinctively like the eyes of a snake. He has very long light brown hair that he usually keeps loose, brushed to one side, or tied in a messy ponytail. Adahm's smile usually appears normal if not for the fact that his teeth are generally sharper than that of a 'regular human' and that he has two, pointy snake fangs - like a reptilian vampire. A fun detail is that he can stretch and detach his jaw like a snake would and it makes for a devastating biting force. Adahm usually wears black clothes, with a dark - kevlar reinforced - jacket, black or dark grey button up shirts, dark denim pants and black leather combat boots, as well as fingerless grey gloves.

Occupation: Serial Killer (of corrupt people), Vigilante, Rebel

Family Members:

Taylen Ryker: adoptive younger brother, ward

Charles Zarin: childhood best friend (deceased)

Unnamed Parents

Pets: No pets

Best friends: Jax Strobber (they/them), Sasha Valentine (she/her), Gwyn Whitewood (she/her)

Describe his/her room: Adahm's room is spacious and meticulously organized/clean. It's on the smaller side, so as not to take up too much space in their safehouse, but comfortable. His bedsheets are dark grey with some black details, and his bed is usually pristinely made, and there's a light blue sleep mask usually tossed onto it. The room often has a light citrusy smell due to air freshners he buys, and there's a small study desk/work desk by the reinforced glass window where he does most of the planning for his missions. There's a holographic picture of him and Taylen on the edge of that same desk. In his wardrobe, he keeps his clothes - which are usually all in dark tones of black, grey and blue - and his vast collection of guns (ranging from pistols to precision rifles and one small machine gun) and knives (his preferred weapon, usually sharp daggers, common knifes and a few thin swords, as well as a pocket swiftblade);

Way of speaking: Faint (fictional) english accent. He is usually soft spoken, to the point he can sound like a hissing snake when he is speaking specially sharply, but almost always has a dangerous lilt to is voice that commands a certain amount of fear and respect from those around him. His way of speaking changes drastically when he's talking to Taylen - whenever he is addressing his brother, Adahm sounds genuinely kinder, more excited and gentle than he ever would have sounded while speaking to anyone else.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude):

Towards strangers: Cold, snake-like, moving swiftly from spot to spot almost imperceptively, confident, scarily so. He usually has a wild/feral attitude to him, despite his calculated behaviors and emotionless persona, having a wild animal's unpredictability and deadliness to him. He has a sharp, imposing smile that usually sends chills down people's spines, and his eyes can be disturbingly cold and unemotional, though they do show a strong glint of enjoyment whenever he is inebriated by the thrill of a kill.

Towards Taylen: When around his little brother Adahm becomes an almost completely different person, being genuinely warmer/gentler, patience, easily excited about different topics and doting. The shift in his usually murderous outer personality he shows the world to his kind, protective older brother personality that is reserved for Taylen alone, can be jarring for those who don't know him well, but Adahm himself doesn't seem to realize that.

Items in his/her back pocket/ purse: Extra poison vials, combat daggers, ammo, climbing gear and spy gear, commlinks, his phone, an extra jacket or coat (he's ectothermic due to his snake biology and sensitive to temperature changes, especially cold weather) and snacks, preferrably dry ones.

Favorite sports: Swordfighting, Boxing, Climbing/Parkour, Swimming

Powers: Snake Biology, Venom/Poison Manipulation & Generation, Shadow Movement, Enhanced Senses/Speed

Relationships (how he/she is with other people):

When he knows the person: quiet, funny, attentive, kind, protective, easily excited, happy, and genuine

When he does not know the person: cunning, manipulative, sociopathic (he does suffer from sociopathy but it becomes much more clear when he's dealing with strangers, especially enemies), murderous, dangerous, sadistic, cold and unpredictable.

Fears: Losing a loved one again or being unable to protect them (especially Taylen), actually being a 'freak' or unworthy of love, being forced to comply by arbitrary rules, being weak, being touched without consent

Faults: Emotionally detached from strangers, murderous, ruthless, vindictive, blunt/unkind, vicious/bloodthirsty, tendency to tunnel vision, bad at reading people and especially stunted at emotional cues (of people he doesn't know)

Good Points: Kind, genuinely cares about those around him, has a good sense of humour, protective, loyal to a fault, deadly smart, loves his brother more than anything and is a good guardian even though he doesn't know how to parent, rebellious and free spirited

What he/she wants more than anything else: Justice, Revenge, being able to keep Taylen safe, and being worthy of respect/genuine love with no strings attached.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[chauflan]

Children of Eris.

-Now, I haven’t seen a lot of children of Eris headcanons, so I’m gonna do it myself.

-First of all, I’m pretty sure they might be OBSESSED with the history of world wars, or with anything that has to do with conflict in history.

-next, they are the type of kids who were overachievers at first but now? they don’t give a fuck as long as they pass.

-They root for the villains in any movie.

-Children of Eris would say the most outrageous things and then say ‘it was just a joke’

-They know what to say to make people be at eachothers throats in just 5 seconds.

-Children of Eris probably have a lot of hobbies but gave up on them after finding a new one.

-they did the genocide route on Undertale.

-Well, now for their cabin.

-it looks absolutely OLD AND DESTROYED on the outside, but on the inside it’s pretty organized, so they don’t end up drowning on their own trash.

-board games? banned. Last time they tried to play UNO they ended up badly injured.

-still, Children of Eris have the most laid-back friendship of all time

-One of them could cut off one of their half-brother’s arms.

-But if they ask for forgiveness they would be like ‘it’s fine’

-they memorized Aserejé on Just Dance.

-They tend to be very hot or beautiful, their rebelliousness making them stand out.

-they know exactly what to say to make someone question their morals and beliefs.

-they get along with the Hermes cabin as they are both pranksters.

-pretty good while using close-range weapons (knives, daggers.)

-some of them might be able to charmspeak, but it’s very limited,make it can only make someone do something bad.

-Siren eyes.

-They either get along with everyone or everyone hates them.

(I’m sorry if while reading this you get a stroke, I’m still learning English :( so if you have any suggestions tell memso I can get better!)

[reyaint]

RED VELVET dr | intro

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date: november 17, 2024.

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--stole off Pinterest bc it fit

𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚

ARIA (아리아), is a Haiqinian member of the South Korean girl group Red Velvet and the female unit GOT the Beat, She made her solo debut on October 9th, 2022 with ANIMAL FARM

OFFICIAL COLORS: raspberry pink, white

SOLO FANDOM NAME: nobles

𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅

ARIA

Career

Main Vocal, Lead Dancer, Lead Rapper, Center

Rep Animal; 🦁

Training Period; 2 years, 2 months

Talents; dancing and vocals.

Specialities; mind games.

ISTJ (formerly INTJ)

Haiqinian

Insta; Aria_MedeanZ

Basics

Aeolian Medea Kayena Solon

CN Name; Zhao Na Feng ❪赵娜峰❫

KR Name; Kwon Mi Ae ❪권미에❫

English Name; Anne Solon

Birthplace; Waterlight City, Nirin Province, Haiqin

November 17, 1998

Scorpio

Tiger

O-

5’9 ft ❪177cm❫

VC: 96neko, Rubyeye

Trivias (Kprofiles)

Her designated color is raspberry pink, though she has seen with orange and white

Her nicknames are Butterfly or Fawn due to her elegance

Her representative fruit is strawberry🍓

Her representative weapon is daggers

Her representative drink is Pink Fizzy Drink (Ingredients: Strawberry, Lemon Juice, Red Lotus, Soda)

Her favorite number is 13 due to it being good luck in her culture.

She graduated from Seoul International High School in 2017.

Her favorite foods are: Nirin Stew, steak, kimchi, spicy foods, fish, and apples

She's a big fan of Yuzuru Hanyu, she even started figure skating in middle school and kept on until she moved to Korea

She has her driver license (in Haiqin)

When speaking Korean she has a Daegu accent despite going to school in Seoul, due to some of her friends being from Daegu. She ended up picking up from Irene as well.

She collects gaming keyboards, knives (decorative), jewelry, and stuffed animals

She acted in the Kdrama Version of “Mercenary Enrollment” as “Maya”

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆

-Excited for this dr

-I use the same name for pretty much every dr I have bc I love it sm

-My kprofiles for my drs are relatively the same bc I just find it easier copy and pasting so yeah

-I love RV sm bro😭I'm so excited

-I feel like my trivia may be very uhh...the same but that's bc I'm lazy lmao.

[game-o-hungy]

HELLO HELLO HELLO!!! WELCOME, MY FRIENDS, TO THE 45TH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES!!!

Essentially, my friend group came up with a Hunger Games round of our own, with a bunch of OCs and everything, and I wanted to share it. But since I’m too lazy to actually write the fic, I created this!

Quick rundown of the tributes (I’m not gonna say who dies to who just yet)

District 1

Kaski Nothering, age 17. Son of a “French” ambassador, refuses to learn English for…reasons…we think. Uses a cane bc he has a bad knee.

Claire Welling, age 17. A privileged girl, kinda short and blond. Skilled only in flirting and blaming other people.

District 2

Hiram Brinley, age 17. Pale-skinned, blond, with a lanky frame. The son of the Head Peacekeeper, he grew up privileged and useless.

Trinity Hepburn, age 15. Tanned skin and short brown hair just long enough to tie back. Apprenticed to a successful blacksmith at 10 and orphaned at 13, she possesses surprising strength and determination.

District 3

Julius Nikolai, age 14. Sturdily built but not athletic, pale with dark hair (he’s Italian). Smartest tribute in the games due to his father’s training. Runs in and gets a backpack. Expert with knives. Always chooses to run instead of fight.

Cassandra Wick, age 14. “Unimportant,” according to the guy who created her.

District 4

Perch Carver, age 16. Big and tall guy, Short hair in somewhat of a buzzcut (think Forrest Gump or Lennie from Mice and Men). Dumber than a brick, but a prodigy in fish and only fish. Best fisherman in his side of District 4.

Goby Graham, age 12. Pale skin and flowing red hair. Diagnosed with epilepsy when she was eight after she suffered from a seizure during a celebration.

District 5

Cussy Watz, age 14. Short and stocky with tan skin and a messy mop of black hair. Rude and suspicious of everyone.

Felicity York, age 15. Red hair and pale, freckled skin with a lanky frame. Peacekeeper’s daughter. Kind of a ‘girly girl’.

District 6

Teverly Trillium, age 16. Works with the Capitol hovercrafts that are used in the Games in District 6, though he normally slacks off and lets everyone else take care of the difficult work since he doesn’t actually know how to do anything. Surprisingly stuck up for how poor of a district he lives in.

Katherine Darmera, age 15. Used to be happy and energetic but is a lot quieter nowadays. Her family works in the railroad industry, fixing and repairing trains. However one day, her little sister tragically died in a small explosion and Kat failed to save her. Some skills include the repairing of engines and motors, using small knives, and knowledge of some electrical items. She doesn’t trust anyone since no one tried to assist in saving her sister from the explosion.

District 7

Ash Sundew, age 16. Loud, aggressive, impulsive, sociopathic, low-pain tolerance. Grew up in same area as Belladonna, but is more skilled with hand-held weapons. Is an orphan. Acted openly aggressive since being selected.

Belladonna Acacia, age 15. Quiet, calculated, psychopathic, has high-pain tolerance. Grew up by forest, and therefore knows lots of poisonous herbs. Is an orphan. Can also use small daggers and traps. Acts very innocent and sweet.

District 8

Quin Faser, age 14. Prim-like, twinky boy, he lives in the lower class and only has his older sister and dying depressed mother, he tries to help people out whenever he can but it makes him kinda easy to manipulate.

Daphne Stoff, age 16. Mayors daughter of the wealthiest mayor in district 8, is a little snobby and has a hard time giving people empathy, her brother was also in the hunger games three years before and died.

District 9

Camoa Megöl. We’ll get back to you on him later, as I seem to have misplaced the document that my friend wrote him on…

Jana Hatcher. We’ll also get back to you on her later…

District 10

Normal Al, age 14. Strange, has a harmonica surgically attached to his mouth. Hates melanie bc she killed his favorite goat. Doesn’t care about Capitol just loves his harmonica

Melanie Bouchard, age 15. Really angry, fueled by rage, unnaturally high adrenaline levels . Girlfriend was in the hunger games right before her (she didn’t survive, making her angrier). Really strong but gets out of control easily. Hates Capitol and everything about it (she also hates everyone)

District 11

Samantha, age 16. Big guy but super shy, doesn’t wanna kill anyone. He trusts anyone. He was abandoned as a child and was named Samantha through some kind of misunderstanding, he grew to be huge but people still mess with him because they know he never fights back.

Lucy Jack, age 12. Rue type character, small but arsonist (as in Lucifer). She has an impressive knowledge of food and agriculture (district 11), charming. She worked in making controlled fires to prevent forest fires in district 11 so she has good instincts due to multiple times that it went wrong and she has strong knowledge of fire. She didn’t have a family so she was fostered by Peacekeepers, she doesn’t really know much about how unfair Panem is to the districts because of her sheltered life. She’s pretty charming but like a top (please don’t ask me to explain that last part, because I don’t understand it either)

District 12

“Dead boy walking”, “Doomer Boy”, “Miracle”, “Death Row” etc., age 14. Found as a child in the Hob without a name. Walked around delirious and half-starved, mostly ignored. People were honestly amazed he lived up until now. Found out about the Hunger Games at 13, and knowing he will die soon, volunteered next year. The moment he heard tributes get fed, he was down anyway. He acts faraway, irrational and incoherent. He knows he’s dead no matter what, so if anyone fights him, his only goal is to make sure that person ends up dead as well.

Raine Calrell, age 17. Ran away from home at around 10, and her family was happy to not have another mouth to feed. She genuinely hates Careers with a burning passion, and volunteered after training herself for a couple years with the sole goal of killing as many Careers as possible. She had no access to swords or anything fancy, but is proficient with knives and can use a bow with mediocre results.

Special sort of Hunger Games this year, where resources aren’t typically in the Cornucopia. The easiest supplies and mostly weak weapons are left in the Cornucopia, while better supplies and more dangerous weapons are scattered around the arena, the environment strategically more and more dangerous depending on the quality of the resources.

[necarion]

I was really psyched to see a production of Handel's Julius Caesar in Egypt today, and ended up quite disappointed. On the one hand, yes the soprano (Louise Alder as Cleopatra) was as good as I thought she was going to be - spectacular singer, and a very good, naturalistic actor. And the countertenor lead (Christophe Dumaux) was also quite good. And there was a fantastic horn player (I had no idea you could play as many distinct pitches as she did on a natural (unvalved) horn). However, there were a number of problems with the production.

First and biggest was that I paid a lot of money to go see an opera. What I got was a minimally-staged concert production, with the orchestra all on stage and the "action" happening in a narrow strip in front of them. There were almost no props (although the severed head was pretty good, the "daggers" looked like cheap paring knives, and I think there might have actually been about 6 props, total), and no costumes other than that the singers all wore fancy clothing. The program talked about the awesome scenery going on in each scene, and the pre-show talk showed pictures from great staged productions of the past. And seriously, this is how it's advertised on the orchestra's own page: Love, betrayal, family drama, and political intrigue—Handel’s blockbuster heroic opera recounts the historic meeting of Julius Caesar and Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, through a series of unforgettable arias, vivid characterizations, and sumptuous orchestration. British soprano Louise Alder sings the seductive central role of Cleopatra, opposite French countertenor Christophe Dumaux as her Caesar. It is hard to overstate the sublime performances director Harry Bicket coaxes from his brilliant soloists and his truly stellar ensemble. “Handel’s genius shone throughout in the English Concert’s magnificent orchestra, which played as if inhabiting the spirit of Handel himself That doesn't say anywhere it's not actually staged!

It's a baroque opera, so it's inherently kind of boring. Giulio Cesare is one of Handel's most interesting to be sure. But it is 3.5 fucking hours, plus intermission, and still a baroque opera. There's a number of dramatic fight scenes we get told about happening off stage, for example. And of course, baroque operas frequently feature maybe 4 lines of poetry spread out over 5-10 minutes. That gets really boring when there's basically no action going on on stage. It was actually kind of funny. So almost every aria is a da capo. And a bunch of them involve one character yelling at another. But what would happen is that the actor for the other character would leave before the piece came back to the top, so it looked like the interlocutor got bored and left but the leads kept singing anyway.

As interesting as the dynamic between Caesar, Ptolemy, and Cleopatra was, it was actually only about half the opera. The other half was devoted to Sextus wanting revenge for Ptolemy killing Pompey (his father), and Ptolemy wanting to sleep with Cornelia (his now-widow). And those scenes were (a) pretty boring music, relatively speaking, and (b) extremely repetitive. Whereas Cleopatra and Caesar had their relationship advance, the Sextus plot stayed really static up until the point Sextus finally kills Ptolemy. Most of this isn't the fault of the production, it's just boring stuff and honestly should have been pared way down (because, again, 3.5 fucking hours). But the production was so static with these characters that it just dragged. At the very end, Sextus finally kills Ptolemy in the very heroic manner of "just walked up and stabbed him" and Cornelia praised him for how bravely he avenged his father. And the audience actually laughed because it was the most pathetic killing. Also, Cornelia "tries" to kill Ptolemy by pulling the dagger and having it taken from her. She announces she's going to do it, sure, but the production could have made a modicum of effort into having it not look extremely stupid, and did not.

Musically, it was quite disappointing, on the whole. The English Concert is very good! But they had, I think, literally twice as many people on stage as they should have for balance reasons. With the exception of Alder, they kind of got drowned out unless it was a quiet movement and pared way back. When it was a fast exciting movement, they all played and the singers just didn't stand a chance. Maybe it would have worked were they in an orchestra pit. But they really just needed fewer violins. I think they tried to balance off the fact that the first and last movement had two horns. But really they should have either (a) had most of the people not play, or (b) given one of the horn lines to something quieter.

Not the fault of the production, but someone near me had a hearing aid that was squeaking the entire time and it was driving me up the wall.

On the whole, I'm glad I saw Alder and I am looking forward to seeing her again.

But come on. If it's a fucking opera and you're not going to perform it as a fucking opera, you have to actually tell people.

I think if people paid money to see Hamilton and found out it was Hamilton in Concert, they would be really pissed, even if they might actually have enjoyed Hamilton in Concert!

(Alder in Magic Flute. Turn on CC for translation)

(Alder as Semele. This is sort of the setup I talked about. Except in this one, she's actually costumed, and interacting with the props. In this production, the look like they might be mic'd too, although that could just be for recording. The ensemble is a bit smaller in this than the one today.)

[aqueousablution]

(April 2023) Happy final day of Lesbian Visibility Week!

Original post body under the cut:

I've talked about it a fair bit already in the posts of the WIPs, but I decided to repurpose my old D&D character Éclair and her girlfriend Rosamund as characters in the same setting as sorXa, though they'd certainly be in a different resistance cell from her and her comrades, and possibly might never meet.

Longer alt text describing Rosamund: On the left, a Black human woman in red and white armor with some gold accents, worn over a loose grey jumpsuit. She has a backpack of sorts, which is red with a white-trimmed yellow light on top. In her robotic right hand, she holds a black and white labrys-like axe with a beam of yellow energy emitted like a spearhead. On her armor and axe are circular yellow gem-like adornments, some of which are emitting light (mostly on her right side and on the axe, as well as on top of the backpack). Her belt buckle and the buckle for the collar of her jumpsuit resemble upwards-facing horseshoes. She's about half a head taller than the gynoid.

Longer alt text describing Éclair: On the right, a gynoid with short, curly black hair, glowing white eyes, slate grey artificial skin on her muscular-looking body, and pale golden adornments on her arms. Dark lines run from her tear ducts to her cheeks, and then down her face, and she has pale golden headphone-like structures in place of ears. She wields a three-lobed bollock dagger (or sorts) in her left hand, and electricity courses from her hand across the weapon. Light is emitted from the three gem-like parts on her "gauntlets", as well as the one set into her left shoulder. She has a small pistol strapped to her right thigh, and she wears a khaki cargo jacket that has been converted into a vest, as well as a black neckerchief with a boxy lightning motif. She's about half a head shorter than the human.

Some design notes under the cut:

Originally Éclair was a Dex-based human Fighter descended from the vaati (think the Wind Dukes of Aaqa, not the Zelda villain, though his English name was probably based on them), so she had some control of storm magic. Taking inspiration from that, she's now a gynoid who can use the electricity generated by her body offensively, and she primarily focuses on covert operations (if her MO were a gameplay style, Metal Gear would be my first point of comparison). I simplified her weapon set down to just a dagger (based on this one, apparently of French origin) and what's basically a PSS silent pistol (I considered giving her a buster gun, but I figure that's too visible if she's in a scenario where she needs to go unnoticed, and I figure if she's ever in a scenario where kinetic projectiles are ineffective she can probably just go Sheev Palpatine on her enemy's ass); previously she had a Swiss saber, a bollock dagger, a bow, bolas, throwing knives, a backup shortsword... you get the picture. The nodes on her body only glow when she's channeling electricity through them, so they're not much of a concern as far as sneaking is concerned. The clap of her dummy thicc asscheeks, though...

Rosamund never got much development because the campaign fizzled out before she actually showed up, but she was originally conceived of as a human Cavalier Fighter and later switched to being a Marshal (basically my own homebrew conversion of the 4e Warlord to 5e; her subclass was Warlord, even, which in my take on the class was basically halfway between Fighter and what the class was normally). Her armaments were much closer to what she has here - a fairly typical trio of pollaxe, longsword, and rondel dagger. She also wore red plate armor (with a sallet, of course) and had a horse named Friedrich Wilhelm XXXII. Here she instead has a labrys that's kinda sorta like a pollaxe (just one that has two axe heads instead of a bec de faucon or a hammer), which can also be used as a really weird hand-cannon by firing beams from where the energy-dague is currently, and then she also a robotic arm that can punch like a motherfucker is she's disarmed (she uses less intrusive prosthetics - if any at all - when she's not expecting a fight). She also has a shield generator on her left arm, which takes the same batteries buster pistols use (you can see the bottoms of two of them, one on either side), and is projected from the large nodes on her forearm and hand. I'm still not 100% sure on where power for the labrys-cannon comes from - I'm thinking it's that generator/battery on her back, and the red on the inside of her robot hand is some material that allows the transfer of power into the labrys-cannon's haft. Her robotic arm is also part of how she can even wield it in the first place, given its heft. As far as her role in this setting, I'm envisioning that she's normally part of a squad of mech pilots, where she's their officer, though I imagine her mech would be on the small side relative to others in the setting - more like the walkers from Sonic Adventure 2, or one of the smaller types of ride armor from Mega Man X at most. And then when needed, she can pull her axe out of its holster on her mech and start busting heads on foot, as well.

[normallyxstranger]

CASEY JENNINGS

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Casey Lynn Jennings

Nicknames: Case

Gender | Species: Female | human 

Date of Birth | Age: July 15th | 20

Zodiac: CancerSexuality & Romance: Bisexual & Demiromantic

Languages: English, some Spanish, and a few words of Latin.

Education: Very little; homeschooled; street smarts

Occupation: Freelance bounty hunter & demon hunter; odd jobs; part-time clerk at a gas station

Drink | Smoke | Drugs: Sometimes | sometimes | sometimes

PERSONALITY

Likes: snack-cakes/cupcakes/junk food, sci-fi & action comics/tv/movies, having a normal life when she can, crazy hair colors, weapons, fighting

Dislikes: rules & authority, most supernatural creatures (particularly if they’re trying to hurt her), most girly or frilly things, being alone, being treated like a kid or like she can’t take care of herself, nosy people

MBTI: ISTP - the Virtuoso

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Five Tropes: Disappeared Dad; Little Miss Badass; Determinator; Mouthy Kid; I Just Want to be Normal

Theme Song: Wake Me Up - Avicii

Habits: nail biting . lying . interrupting . swearing . knuckle cracking . oversleeping . snacking between meals . skipping meals . picking at skin . talking with their mouth full . foot tapping . eye rolling . licking lips . jaw clenching . gesturing while talking . putting feet up on tables . tucking hair behind ears . chewing lips . crossing arms over chest . putting hands on hips . being late . procrastinating . doodling . shredding paper . peeling off bottle labels . running hands through hair . overreacting . teeth grinding . nostril flaring . slouching . pacing . drumming fingers . fist clenching . pinching the bridge of nose . rubbing temples . rolling shoulders

Strengths: thoughtful . caring . brave. ambitious . tolerant . confident . focused . merciful . observant . clever . decisive . adaptive

Flaws: moody . short-tempered . whiny. liar. impatient . bitter . selfish . judgmental . impulsive. spiteful . stubborn . unlucky.

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Dakota Fanning

Hair: Blonde, usually worn long, but sometimes cut short & sometimes with streaks of color like pink, blue, or purple

Eyes: blue

Height: 5'4"

Tattoos: anti-possession tattoo on the back of her shoulder. Looks similar to this:

Piercings: Multiples in earlobes

Scars: Long jagged scar on her left arm, from elbow to wrist. A deep scar on the palm of her right hand.

Scents: vanilla, cocoa butter (faintly), sweet pea shampoo (sometimes), rose (faintly)

ABILITIES

Powers: Knowledge of demons, vampires, werewolves, and various other supernatural creatures and the methods to repel or kill them; proficiency in hand to hand combat; little knowledge of  firearms including pistols, shot-guns, and more; proficiency with small-bladed weapons like knives/daggers; adaptability to her surroundings/environment

BACKSTORY

Casey Jennings was born In Indiana to two hunters–Amelia and Patrick Jennings. Her earliest days were spent as a happy little girl. Her parents decided to give up their life hunting monsters to give their daughter the normal life she deserved. However, it wasn’t so easy for Amelia and Patrick to let go of what they’d done for so long. 

Patrick began investigating local phenomena and Amelia soon tagged along. After an encounter with a coven of evil witches that left Amelia severely hurt, they decided once and for all that their days hunting were over. They couldn’t risk it again.

And then Amelia got sick. Casey was only five years old when her mother was diagnosed with an aggressive kind of bone cancer. It happened so fast. Casey doesn’t remember much about that, but her mother had died and her father slipped into depression. He drank more. Sometimes, he yelled more. Casey began to avoid him as much as she could, but at such a young age, she needed someone to look after her. Finally, Patrick came to his senses long enough to leave Casey with an aunt and uncle--extended family he had never been particularly close to--and took off.

For a while, life was as normal as it could get. She went to school, made friends, but always remained just a little out of touch. A year or so later, her father returned. Without explanation, he packed up her clothes and toys and took her with him.

And thus began Casey’s life as a hunter.

She spent a lot of time in motel rooms when her father went out to fight demons and monsters. Sometimes, there was an apartment where they stayed a month or two, but they never put roots down anywhere. Sometimes, she would be enrolled in school, but they never stayed long enough for her to make friends or excel in her studies. She taught herself many things, like how to read, using the schoolbooks she took with her from these public schools. And she found ways to occupy her time when he wasn’t around. Television was a constant companion, as were the few toys she had--until she reached the age where she outgrew them.

When her father wasn’t hunting, he was consumed with figuring out how Amelia died. He had theories that she was poisoned, that it was a curse, never settling for the fact that her cancer was not supernatural in origin. He knew it had something to do with that coven. Determined to get to the bottom of it, he often ignored his daughter to work on the case. And then, when he wasn't doing that, he was drinking heavily.

For Casey, it was a lonely life.

When she turned nine, Patrick began to take her with him on hunts. She learned how to defend herself and fight off these creatures. Though she didn’t particularly want to do these things, she knew it was what they had to do to survive. 

In late November, the year she turned thirteen, her father went out on a hunt in the middle of the night, taking only a few of his belongings, and never returned. She waited at the hotel like he had always instructed, but when the money he left her ran out, she packed up her few belongings and headed out to the streets. She stuck around the town to wait for him, but by the New Year, it was clear he wasn’t coming back.

Casey was on her own now. 

She read newspapers and online articles where she could to track down supernatural activity. With each place she went, she searched for Patrick, in the hopes that one day she’d find him. Every place turned up nothing. 

It’s been several years. Casey has become self-sufficient and a formidable hunter in her own right, she has yet to find her father. Logic tells her he most likely died years ago, but she still holds hope that he might still be out there and she’ll never stop searching until she knows the truth.

CANONS

Her earliest years were spent in a small town in Indiana, which she considers her hometown.

Casey’s mother died from cancer (supposedly) when Casey was just five years old. Her father took it hard and neglected Casey for a long while. She lived with her father’s extended and estranged family until he decided to take his daughter with him on the road.

A few things Casey remembers about her parents: 

Her mom’s nickname was Amie. Patrick called her that often.

Amelia collected old coins. She liked the history behind them. Casey’s not sure what happened to those coins. 

Patrick used to tell the silliest jokes. He laughed and smiled a lot more before Amelia died. 

Her mom smelled like cocoa butter. Whenever she smells it now, it brings back the memory of being held against her mother’s chest, warm and safe. 

When her father was on hunts, she was often left alone in whatever town they were in. She spent most of her time in the motel room, watching tv, and reading comics, magazines or school books (yuck) to occupy her time.

She was in and out of school as a child, never staying in one school district long enough to learn much or make friends. Most of her schooling came from her father, or whatever textbooks she kept from schools she left.

Her favorite colors are blue, pink, black, and purple.

She likes to use wild hair colors to put streaks in her hair, in her favorite colors.

Shopping, make-up, and other generally girly things don’t really appeal to her, save for the hair colors.

Her father, Patrick, imparted what he knew about demons and supernatural creatures and Casey learned to hunt from his example.

She’s not among the kind who believe all supernatural creatures are evil, but she is cautious and will kill these creatures if they pose a major threat to her or others (which turns out to be mostly the case).

She’s a pretty decent hunter and a fighter where it counts, but she’d rather not be and it shows in her occasional reluctance.

Because of living on the road, Casey’s diet mostly consists of fast food or junk food. She really enjoys Hostess cupcakes and Mountain Dew Code Red.

Even though it has been years since her father disappeared, Casey still holds out hope that he’s alive somewhere and she doesn’t plan on stopping her search until she finds out for sure.

Her father disappeared just before Thanksgiving the year she turned thirteen.

Casey is very adept at picking locks and breaking into places. She did it enough on the streets when she needed a place to crash, or food. She is also pretty good at pickpocketing if she needs to. She tries not to need to.

Casey lived on the streets for a long while, but unlike most teens and runaways she didn’t have a desire for drugs or alcohol. She’d seen the fallout from such things with other kids, and her father was a heavy drinker. It turned her off permanently for the hard stuff. 

She indulges in pot now and again, but hates the paranoid feeling she gets from it.

She has been drunk before, but seeing what it did to her dad puts her off from indulging very much.

Sometimes, Casey will smoke cigarettes, but she doesn't make it much of a habit.

She’s used to coming up with lies quickly, on the spot, but she has a tendency to forget which lies and often struggles to keep one story straight from the other. This has gotten better over the years, the older she’s gotten, but she’d much rather be honest, if possible.

She doesn’t have a driver’s license, though she knows how to drive and how to hotwire vehicles.

Casey is pretty decent in a fight, using hand to hand, or a combination of weapons, but she tends to avoid fights when possible.

Casey always carries a backpack on her. The bag contains basic weapons for fighting creatures, holy water, some books or magazines, a journal, extra clothes and anything else she thinks she may need. She’s used to traveling light.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 56 The Movie Theater Murder

In times of despair, Murdle is always here

HOWEVER

I DON'T LIKE THAT THE CAT IS HITTING ON IRRATINO

And this MurdleJr was ultimately unsolvable lol. Clicking on June 23 would result in nothing happening (hope you've memorized your star signs kids) and I couldn't tell if Captain Slate was beside a tiny windmill or undefined.

But not both!

Also how the fuck does the CAT declare an accusation??? Can he just speak English now?!

berry getting so heated over important things

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino goes to the theater. That might seem inconsiderate, since he’s supposed to be looking for Logico. But don’t worry, there’s a good reason! The coffee grounds from last episode told him to come here for an esoteric clue to Logico’s disappearance. (Or! He could go to Drakonia, where he already knows he is. But anyway.) 

Most importantly, he promised Gainsboro he would take him to a movie to help calm him down. They sit down alongside people who LOVE movies (because they work in the Industry!!!) - Abalone, Agent Applegreen, and Silverton the Legend!

ABALONE: 🎵A-LIST ABALONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! APPLEGREEN: Oh my god be quiet!! I wanna watch the movie! GAINSBORO: Wait for me, WAIT FOR ME. Nobody ever WAITS FOR ME. SILVERTON: Bookie Gainsboro? I thought you liked books.  GAINSBORO: I can watch a fucking film now and then! AND BOOKIE IS NOT MY NAME.

The movie never begins, because the projectionist was murdered. Nobody knew what they were going to show anyway.

SILVERTON: I’d say it’s for the better. They’d have to refund me anyway if they showed a film with THAT on the screen! IRRATINO: With… what? SILVERTON: THAT.

He slowly crawls all the way over to pick a single hair off the screen. No wonder everyone hates him!

ABALONE: WHOOPS! SORRY! I bumped into it during my magical entrance! SILVERTON: And left such a sizable BLEMISH without cleaning up after yourself? ABALONE: Oh my GOD! The oil stain on your suit is more visible than that hair! SILVERTON: There is no oil- OH!!!

They get into a slap fight. That seems to happen a lot. Instead of looking for clues, Irratino looks up the movie that was going to be shown. Knives Out.

IRRATINO: Aw, really? APPLEGREEN: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. I love Knives Out.  IRRATINO: Yes, it only appealed to people with a specific star sign. Not a very good advertising method! GAINSBORO: My favorite movie is Who Framed Roger Rabbit. APPLEGREEN: Isn’t that a cartoon? GAINSBORO: YOU’RE A TALKING APPLE!!!

Irratino dusts for fingerprints, something he can’t believe Logico has never done, since it’s the most logical trick in the book. Hell, it’s the most detective trick in the book! He discovers a dagger belonging to Abalone.

ABALONE: Ooh, forgot about that! Thanks! 

She points it to Silverton.

SILVERTON: SAVE ME!!! IRRATINO: Only if you tell the truth!

How is that supposed to work?

SILVERTON: HAHHAEHAHUhuhaha… Fine, you got me! I wanted him (the projectionist) to screen my favorite film - the last one I starred in, MMMMMMMURDLE! But he refused. So I ‘did him in’! But think of the publicity angle: the star of Murdle murdered for the movie. This is going to DEFINITELY raise the profile of the film, and guarantee a sequel. IRRATINO: Actually, what would guarantee a sequel is ACTUALLY FINDING LOGICO!!  SILVERTON: True, I guess otherwise the sequel would be pretty depressing…

And so will Irratino’s life, if he doesn’t get going fast. Who decides to see a movie after you hear the love of your life is safe ‘for now’?

The end!

'All the suspects who talk at 90% higher volume' - Fletch

I hope everyone is safe and okay right now <3

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[klaustozier]

demon ; kento yamazaki

SUMMARY: you are a demon hunter and one of this demons is very different from what you are used to.

warnings: demon!brunette!Kento x fem!reader; Kento is 190cm or 6'2 (i think you can write it like this); big!cocks, that's it cocks, two dicks; double penetration; he has tentacles 😳 (no, he won't fuck you with them); his eyes are black and his canines and lateral incisors are pointed; I'm out of my mind; praise kink; degradation kink; fingering; play with nipples; hanging; oral on you (his tongue grows); there will be no condom use (but you know you should, please don't do this to me and use a condom); double penetration; creampie.

word count: 2.5k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes.

i'll make a nijiro version of this soon.

enjoy 💖

The creature was trapped in a metal chair, chained to the floor. You should have already killed him, but you couldn't. Because you thought he was handsome. You felt so stupid, just because his face was pretty didn't mean you should spare him.

You were a demon hunter and prevented them from harming humans, so you had to kill him. But what about that brunette hair? And that pretty nose? And that jaw? And those lips?

You'd heard from friends that they'd fucked demons before, that they'd come and then kill them, but you couldn't do that, you were better than that.

"What are you thinking about, baby?", he asked, his voice was low, echoing off the walls of the warehouse you'd brought him to. His black eyes focused on you, glistening in the light from outside, teeth sharpened under his smile.

"How to shut you up as fast as I can", you replied, looking back at the knives on your desk.

"Oh yeah?", you suddenly felt him at your back, your heart skipped a beat, your stomach turned to ice, "Are you going to be nice to me, princess?"

"How did you escape?", your voice was so small, you were so scared, for the first time in your life.

"Ah", he chuckled softly, his mouth settling on your neck, "I have my tricks, baby girl", and you felt things slither down your belly and legs and as you looked down, you saw the long, black tentacles curling around your body. Those tentacles came from his back and depending on how much power he had, he could make more of them. You've never met a demon with tentacles and when you captured him, you didn't find any traces that he was like this, "I can smell you... you smell like a horny little slut, you know?"

"Let go of me now", you growled trying to break free, shifting restlessly.

"You find me attractive, don't you?", he asked, chuckling softly, his lips sliding down your neck.

You squinted your eyes trying to concentrate, "Let me go now", you growled through your teeth, feeling your pussy throb as the black tentacles tightened on your thighs.

"I know you don't want to, I can feel your heart beating", one of the countless tentacles slid along the inside of your thigh, the tip coming extremely close to your crotch, caressing the skin still covered by your jeans, "I can feel your pussy throbbing… you smell", and he took a deep breath, "so good…"

"Filthy demon", you cursed, trying to pick up the small dagger on your table trying to hit the thigh of the tall man behind you, but one of the tentacles grabbed your wrist, taking your arm to your own neck.

"Don't be rude, I'm complimenting you, fucking slut."

"Let go of me", you snarled, once more.

His beautiful lips touched your cheek, staying close to your skin as he spoke, taking the dagger from your hand, "Lie to me and say you don't want me."

"How would I want such a disgusting being?", you tried to be strong.

He chuckled, a low laugh, "Disgusting?", a tentacle positioned around your neck and just wrapped around the delicate area, "I'm a monster, but not that kind of monster, you know? If you didn't want me, I'd just walk away… but fuck, when I felt what you wanted from me", he chuckled, "I couldn't control myself… Want to handcuff me again and blow me for a little while, princess?"

You swallowed hard, "Y-you… we can't…", you whispered, getting tired of being strong.

"No? Why not? Because I'm not human?", you took a deep breath, shivering, "Kitten", the tentacle that held you by the neck tightened, making you moan, "you'll never be able to think of another fucking human again after being fucked by me."

The demon turned you on your heels and loosened some of the grip on his tentacles, giving you the opportunity to move away. Your eyes looked at him, the completely black eyes looking at you with so much evil inside them. He grinned, sharp canines and incisors gleaming beneath his handsome smile, the dimples showing. The tentacles wrapped around you again and his hands gripped your waist and finally he kissed you.

You moaned and squirmed, feeling your pussy throb. The bigger one dominated the kiss, his tongue rubbing against yours, hungry, you just allowed him to do what he wanted. His hands roamed your body while the thick black tentacles did the same, exploring every millimeter of it, making your legs tremble.

Two tentacles tightened around your breasts, squeezing them together only so his big hands could play with the nipples hidden under the black clothes. His thumbs began to rub the peaks, his tongue rubbing on yours, his sharp teeth scraping your bottom lip every now and then, the tentacle on your neck squeezing in perfect pressure.

"Fuck, your are so fucking hot", he whispered, his hands going down to be able to remove your shirt, one of the tentacles ripped your bra, in the back, opening it and taking it off. He took a deep breath, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name."

"Please, sir."

He smiled, "What a nice little slut."

"Thank you, sir."

His hand slid around your waist, having your mouth dominated again, being kissed with desperation. When your hand wandered to his cock, your eyes widened, the problem wasn't just that it was a thick bulge against the black dress pants he wore, but that they were two bulges. Your eyes widened and his heart sped up in despair making him laugh.

"Stay calm, baby…", he whispered, his hand caressing your hair, while one of the tentacles slid over your ass and the other over your thighs, caressing you, "If you want, I can transform and just stay with on-"

"No… it's okay…"

The brunette smirked, "Your sweet saint face is just for decoration, right?", and chuckled when your cheeks flushed, "You want to feel full, don't you?"

"Yes…"

He chuckled evilly, "And I'll do whatever you want."

The older one opened your pants with his hands and let his tentacles take them off for him while his hand was busy stroking your pussy lips, making your legs shake. The tentacle on your neck loosened its grip a little giving you time to breathe and adjust before tightening it again. His tentacles removed the knives from the table and placed you on top of the furniture while his hands were busy with your white panties. He thought if he should just take it off and be delicate, or if he should tear the piece with brute force, and he chose the second option, ripping the panties, earning a startled moan from you.

Kento smiled, his thumb sliding over the wet lips, giving your clit a little attention, making gentle circular motions. He knelt on the floor, tentacles coming out from his back, threading through the white button-up shirt that was opened as he positioned himself on the floor. Four tentacles gripped your legs, opening you for him, holding you in place for his access. A tentacle touched your wrist, pulling it to your own breast, wanting you to touch yourself while another positioned itself on your free breast and began to slide the delicate tip over your nipple. The soft, smooth, black tentacle slid over your delicate skin, making your moan softly.

The brunette took a deep breath and kissed your thighs before sliding his tongue over your wet pussy. You whined, a sigh leaving your lips, your free hand stroking the soft blond hair. The soft tongue rubbed against your clit and moved all over your wet pussy, sucking on the lips before returning to the tender spot and giving it attention.

"Fuck", you cursed feeling his tongue forcing in your entrance.

You didn't expect to feel what you felt. It was like his tongue was sliding down inside you, reaching in, going deeper inside you back and forth, fucking you. Your moan grew more agonized as his thumb began stroking your clit, letting his tongue fuck you.

His dark eyes focused on you, a wicked smile spread across his face, even though you couldn't see it, his nose was resting on your skin as his tongue tasted you so intimately. Saliva escaped his lips, wetting you, sliding down your ass.

A sly moan left your lips when you felt the long tongue leave you and climb your lips, returning to its normal size when reaching the clit, "What a delicious pussy… so tight… you're going to crush my cock like that, princess…"

"How-how…? How you-?"

The brunette chuckled, standing up, sticking out his tongue. The normal-sized tongue grew down his lips, making your heart race. The tentacle on your breast just held it and offered it to its owner for him to curl his long tongue over the delicate skin, the tip rubbing against the nipple as the length slid across the skin, eliciting a whimper from you. One of his hands took your hand away from your own breast and squeezed it hard, making you moan and his free hand went to your pussy, sliding through the lips, collecting the lubrication before sinking them inside you. Fingers curling, back and forth inside you, feeling your hands grip his hair.

"Fucking thigh pussy", whispered the demon as he retracted his tongue, his eyes focusing on his fingers fucking you, the wet sounds mixing with your moans, "Did anyone ever tell you that you moan like a dirty slut?"

You shook your head, "No… I'm sorry, sir."

Kento frowned and then laughed, "Who says I don't like it?", the tentacle on your neck squeezed the delicate area again, pulling you closer to him, "I want to hear every obscene moan that comes from you, princess."

The brunette kissed you again, his fingers still teasing you, gathering lubrication before sliding his finger down to your other entrance, dipping one finger in without difficulty. Which made him laugh and he continued to prepare you gently. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him, feeling your entrance being opened.

His tentacles still held you in place, holding you all the way to your back, so you didn't have to worry about holding on with your hands. Two of them busied themselves with your breasts, squeezing them eagerly as the tips rubbed against your nipples, making your back arch.

The demon's free hand opened his own pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. The kiss ended because of your curiosity to see what the two volumes you had felt earlier were about. Kento had two members, one on top of the other, very close together, under the lower one there was a pair of testicles. Both cocks were thick, countless veins adorned the fair skin, the red tips glowing pre-cum. You swallowed hard, watching him bring his hand to his lips and let saliva fall, sliding it over both of his cocks. You watched with all attention, his hand went to your lips, making you look at him.

"Slobber on it for me, baby girl."

Promptly, you complied, spittle dripping from your mouth onto the large hand under your lips. After a brief moment, he smeared all of your saliva onto his skin, jerking himself off, one cock at a time. With a sigh, he positioned his cocks at your entrances, forcing his way through. You moaned, grabbing his shoulders, hugging him, your hand sliding across his chest, the open white blouse giving you passage over his beautiful abdomen. Your face was buried in his sweet-smelling neck, you could have sworn he smelled like lavender and lust, but she couldn't be sure.

"Everything okay?", Kento asked softly, his hands stroking your hair and back as he sank all of himself inside you, wanting to help you calm down.

"Yes", you replied, slightly agonized, your hips squirming, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Whatever my little baby girl wants."

And the demon began to move. His strong hands held you by the waist, starting delicate movements, the tentacles caressed your thighs, squeezing your breasts, offering them to him. The brunette brought his face to your breasts, lightly nibbling the top of your left breast before enveloping it in his tongue, caressing the bitten skin as the tip of his tongue caressed the peaked nipple. You moaned, digging your short nails into the demon's broad shoulders.

Your moans were agonized, you could feel him so deep inside you, stretching you completely for him. Your moans got louder the faster Kento moved, fucking you without any kind of pity. You had never been so well fucked in your life, there was hate and precision in his movements and it was so wonderful. With one hand, he pulled you by the hair, making you look at him.

"You're so fucking hot", he whispered, "How am I going to fuck anyone else and not think about that ass crushing me? And that pussy drooling all over my cock?"

"Sir", you whispered, lost.

"Funny you're supposed to be killing me, not letting me stretch you open, princess", he chuckled, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Fuck off."

The demon grinned and slapped you across the face, "You better respect me, spoiled slut."

"I'm going to kill-", and you couldn't finish, you couldn't threaten him, after all his thumb went back to caressing your clit while both cocks invaded you with so much desire, "I'm going to cum."

"Come on, little slut, get me all wet, let's go…"

Your inside squeezed him hard, your legs trembled with the tentacles, you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself. He smiled and kissed you, not stopping the movements of his hips, seeking his own pleasure as well. It didn't take long before he was cumming, filling you with cum, making his eyes roll back in his head, his tongue rubbing yours, his hands squeezing your soft ass hard, the pleasure consuming his beautiful body.

"Fuck", he growled holding your face tightly before kissing you again, "No, no, no", he whispered, one of his tentacles gripping your wrist, unnoticed by him (or you thought there was no noticing), your took a silver dagger and was ready to cut his neck, but he stopped you, "It's rude to kill a man right after he cums", he scoffed, "Especially after he makes you cum with so much pleasure. "

The brunette pulled away from you enough to be able to look at you, all trapped by his tentacles, cum sliding through your holes, you were so full. Kento smiled and straightened his pants.

"My name is Kento. Yamazaki Kento", informed the brunette, "If you want to be fucked very well like that and threaten to kill me again, just call me, princess", and after a peck, the demon disappeared, leaving you naked in your warehouse, head full and cum running down your thighs.

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