#I too am enamored with the beast

[lovelesslittleloser]

The og pic looks like the cat is higher than a ceiling fan and trying to get in for catnip knows why, but the art pic looks like the cat loves you and is proud of you and trying to reach out to you even if you’re trying to shut him out literally and/or metaphorically

[hecates-corner]

When I first heard There Are Other Ways, I was a little disappointed by the fact that Circe didn’t successfully seduce Odysseus, considering the huge Greek Mythology nerd I am.

Bear with me.

Then, I played the saga, and that song, for my wonderful mother tonight. About halfway through, I gasped.

The story is accurate to the Homeric version: he confronts her (clandestinely at first), she fights back, he pulls the sword.

But she’s not afraid. Of course she isn’t.

Why would an immortal being, with the rage and power of commanding a million different beasts if her Plan A goes down, be afraid of a measly man with a flimsy toothpick to her throat, just because he ate a flower and said “Be afraid!”?

That’s right! She wouldn’t.

Because Jay didn’t submit to the blatant misogyny of the tale.

Read this article for incredible information, if you please. It changed the way I saw Circe’s story.

If Circe cowered, simply because a man held a sword to her throat, only then would she have seduced him (if we’re going ultra-canon with the storyline, which Jay isn’t), which would have, yet again, thrown off the balance of power.

Circe could give less of a shit about the sword, in the song. She thinks he’s pretty hot, and maybe she’s manipulating him into coming to bed with her so she can trick him, so she offers a tryst or two. Here, if you read the article, she is throwing off the nature of men and women by being the active sexual partner.

He refuses, too enamored with Penelope, and shuns his curiosity in her. You can hear how it pains him, it’s a struggle to say no. But he does. He’s strong, he’s no god, cheating on his wife for the sake of sex appeal. He’s just a man.

He begs. That’s the thing that got me. Not her, him.

“So I beg you, Circe, grant us mercy, and let us puppets leave~”

Then, Circe offers to help him — not because she’s restoring the nature of being submissive — but because she has empathy and compassion for the man. She helps him because he’s proved himself, to be weary, and faithful, and human. She knows the feeling of love.

So, yes. So many layers. Like an onion, worthy of making you cry.

1. Jay is spitting in the face of misogyny and gender roles, and having her help him because she empathizes. Because she’s in power.

2. It’s sort of a jab, if interpreted a certain way, at sexual assault. He says no, and he holds true to it. Even though everything is telling him to give in, to let it happen, he refuses, and remains as sure as he can be.

3. It shows how very human Odysseus is. Athena forgot it, and somehow held him to it. Even the men forget it. But he never does. There is only so much he can do.

This is my favorite saga so far.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Terzo's hands are always cold. I...I put angst in it. Sorry ?

"Your hands are cold, Cardinal," Omega remarks as he helps the man down from a ladder in the Ministry's library. Terzo, gloveless for once, a heavy tome tucked under his arm, glances up at Omega in surprise, then down at where his hand rests in the ghoul's much larger one.

"Ah, yes, poor circulation and all that. I apologize if it bothers you ; I forgot my gloves in my room."

Terzo makes a move to retreat his hand, but Omega holds fast to it. Bother him ? How could the man's touch ever bother him ?

"Not at all, Cardinal. It was merely unexpected."

Terzo's lips quirk up in his trademark insolent grin.

"I am full of surprises. And I told you, it's Terzo."

"Terzo," Omega corrects himself with a hint of smile in his voice.

Though the man cannot see his face behind the mask and hood, he seems to catch Omega's amusement, mismatched eyes glistening with glee at being responsible for the ghoul's pleasant mood.

His hand squeezes Omega's, coolness seeping under the ghoul's skin like a brand.

"I am going to melt my way back into the Pit," Alpha complains, collar obscenely wide open, almost down to his belt, mask long since discarted. Practice is running late, and the suffocating weather is getting to everyone.

Omega can feel his uniform stick uncomfortably to him, even with a few buttons left open - far less than Alpha still. The quint's mask, though, remains on.

"You sure you don't wanna lose the head cooker, 'Megs ? If you get brain-fried, no one's strong enough to carry you back to your room, princess."

Omega huffs and half-heartedly growls at the mouthy fire ghoul.

"I'm fine. And you've carried me before, asshat."

With a snort, Alpha petulantly crosses his arms.

"Yeah, no, not lifting anything in that weather."

Their banter is interrupted by a mildly entertained Papa.

"Enough, enough you two. You do look a bit hot, dear Omega. Are you positive you are feeling alright ?"

There is concern under Terzo's amusement as he steps closer, brow furrowed under the papal paint. He looks majestic, embracing his still relatively new role like this, easily slipping into the authority of his title.

"I promise I am fine, Papa, it is simply a bit warm."

With a sceptical hum, Terzo reaches out to press a bare hand on the side of the quint's clamy neck, gloves forgone in such a weather.

Omega ever so slightly sags into the touch, hoping that his fellow ghouls won't pick up on it. It isn't only the blissful coolness of the man's palm that warrant such a reaction from Omega, but the ghoul is not ready to look too much into it.

"I've been told my hands are cold," Terzo smirks, sparkling eyes crinkling in the corners. "Is it helping ?"

Omega's voice catches in his throat.

"Yes, Papa."

It certainly does send a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"Good. And it's Terzo, for Lucifer's sake," the man huffs, ignoring Delta's grumble about also being cold to the touch.

When Terzo pulls away, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Omega mourns the contact, eyes straying to the man's hands longingly.

Terzo tastes divine, and Omega is nothing if not a creature of indulgence, licking into the man's mouth like a beast starved for more of this addictive flavor that is so intimately Terzo.

Omega wants to devour him whole.

He paws at the man, blindly gropping his hips, his waist, his shoulders, growling when Terzo is forced to pull away to take a shuddering breath in.

"I've been...wanting to do this...for so long," he pants, paint smudged around his mouth. Omega groans, enamored with the pink the confession brings to Terzo's ears.

If he's being honest, Omega saw it coming. Ever since he started losing the mask in front of him, Terzo had seemed incapable of not staring at the ghoul, eyes lingering on his lips any chance he got.

"Me too," the quint sighs, promptly molding their mouths together again. His tail wags helplessy when Terzo's hands start to roam, deftly unbuttoning his uniform after a pause to ensure Omega would let him. The ghoul burries his nose in Terzo's neck, inhaling his scent, grazing his teeth against the delicate skin.

Terzo pushes the uniform off his shoulders, eager. Omega yelps, back hitting the closed bedroom door.

"Shit, fuck, sorry, are you okay ?" Terzo mumbles, eyes searching, hands stilling where they're splayed over his chest.

"Yes, fine. Hands. Cold. Surprised me," Omega chuckles, pressing a soft kiss under Terzo's ear. The man hums.

"Do you want me to stop ?" he teases, still tortuously unmoving. Omega grunts, letting his lips peal back in a playful snarl, thick fangs scraping more insistantly against Terzo's neck.

"If you stop, I might bite, Terzo Emeritus," he warns. Unbothered, the man tangles his hand in Omega's hair.

"Oof, the governement name. Please do, my dear Omega, I fear that sounded more arousing than you planed it to."

Groaning, Omega presses his forehead to Terzo's.

"You're impossible."

A sparkling, hungry grin as hands start to explore once again.

"That I am."

It's late, and there isn't enough light in Terzo's bedroom to see much more than vague shapes, yet he still traces Omega's scars and tattoos with perfect accuracy, raising goosebumps on his skin.

"Ah, I forget," Terzo whispers in the dark, head resting on Omega's chest, "cold hands. You're shivering, my love."

The quint grabs Terzo's wrist before he can withdraw his hand.

"I don't mind, Terzo, you know it."

With a content sound, Terzo keeps going, fingers skimming over the burn on his side, the latin sentence on his hip, the stretch marks on his belly, touch light and reverent. Omega exhales a pleased sigh, tugging Terzo closer until he can kiss him slow and soft, gasping when another cool palm comes to hold his face with a tenderness that could make his ghoulish heart burst.

"How did I get so lucky ?" the quint whispers in what very little space he finds between the both of them. "You are a dream come true, love."

Terzo huffs, white eye stark against the general darkness.

"I'd argue I'm the lucky one, my dear Omega."

Those careful fingers glide over his features, leaving cold trails of worship, and Omega closes his eyes.

"Not like this. Not like this, please," Omega whispers, voice hoarse, clutching Terzo's hand. Even through the leather of the glove covering it, it's so cold.

With a sob, Omega bows his head, forehead thumping against marble.

"Please, Terzo, don't do this to me, please."

But there is no answer, and the hand in his is cold in a way that means something far too catastrophic for Omega's brain to wrap around it.

See, this is nowhere near the usual chill of Terzo's perpetually cool fingers, the gentle coldness of his palm teasing aginst Omega's skin. No, this is a frigidity that speaks of absence.

Absence of life.

On his knees before his lover's body, Omega finally understands that he never knew real cold before this moment.

[thechaoscryptid]

my writing warm-up today got a little out of hand so pls enjoy some Tav/Astarion (reads gender neutral but you can see my Tav under the cut) hurt/"Astarion's best attempts at comfort but they don't land real well bc he's still not sure how to Relationship and Tav is Unsure About Their Status Generally" from after clearing the Waning Moon (did I accidentally trigger the fight, yes). Takes place before The Hug Scene, but he can have some touching, as a treat.

"I don't think the fire's going to give up any secrets, dove, but you can keep glaring if you'd like." Astarion piles himself at your feet, hesitating only slightly before leaning back between your knees. The camp is silent save for the echoing, animal chittering in the surrounding forest, but you know the tension that lines his shoulders—he does not trust the quiet.

To relax is to bare your belly for gutting; to be vigilant is to survive.

By now, you have had enough of survival to last a lifetime.

The flames crackle, and the embers that dance their way down to the dirt do little to catch your bleary eyes. Exhaustion sings through you, echoing off of your ribs like a dirge from cathedral ceilings.

"Darling?" Astarion's fingers are cool against your ankles. They ease the ache that's built up over the last several days of sprinting across gnarled roots and crumbling brick. The Shadow-Cursed Lands take no prisoners, and though you are by far the weakest among your not-so-merry band, you will not be the link that breaks the chain.

There is too much at stake to fail.

Your dry mouth works as Astarion twists to look up at you, but no words come to mind. The furrow between his brow deepens when your fingers tremble atop his head.

"You're practically falling over," he accuses. "How in the hells do you expect to make it to bed? Why haven't you gone already?"

You shake your head once, mouth twisting in a smile that lands like a slap. "I took first watch."

"You—" He scoffs. "Gods, is everyone in this damned camp a fool? Don't answer that," he continues when you take a deep breath. "'We're all a team, Astarion; we need to look out for one another, you prick.' You've made the point so many times that I think about it when I trance." Draping himself across your thigh, he reaches up to cradle the plane of your throat. "How much magic did that...that beast take out of you? Wretched creature—you should have taken the drink, you know."

"All of it," you rasp. "And quite a few scrolls, in addition."

Astarion curses. "And everyone's all left you alone."

"I volunteered."

"They have eyes. They should use them." Astarion rises, all fluid grace and towering ire as he looms, carding a hand through your mussed braids. "Let me guess—you told them you were fine."

Though you butt your head into his palm like that cat at Last Light he was so enamored with, your eyes narrow as you glance up. "I am. Look, I can stand."

And you do, admirably steady for all of half a second before he pushes your shoulder and your calves knock against the felled tree you've dragged in for a bench. The sudden stop when Astarion grabs your elbows and pulls you into him sends a jolt down your already-frayed nerves.

"Anyone could walk up and take you, and you'd be defenseless," he murmurs. His hands slide down the length of your forearms, and then skim up to your jaw. You allow him to tip your head from side to side, but cannot meet his eyes—you've always found it hard to reconcile their emptiness with his professed concern.

You say, "Is that what you want? To take me?"

And he says, "No."

"Are you hungry, Astarion?"

"Not for you," he says, and he sounds so disgusted that you flinch. "Oh, not—" He clicks his tongue, then sighs. His whole body sags as he attempts to meet your eyes. "Look at me, darling. Chin up."

Though his touch is gentle, there is a poorly-concealed tremor in the fingers that curl in the hollows below your jaw. You look at his mouth, though it's impossible to read when it's lying.

"Oh, you are haunted by something tonight. I'm sorry, if that makes a difference. I only meant I want you strong tomorrow."

You list to your left and whine—it feels pathetic, even on a night such as this—at the undercurrent of sincerity in the apology.

"Come to bed," he says, softening. "Rest. I'll take watch."

"I promis—"

"Look around—no one's going to come for your throat about taking a night off." The world whirls as he twists you in his arms, then wraps them around your stomach as he nuzzles against your pulse. "I might have to get territorial if they did, you know. I do appreciate your willingness to offer it up; I'd hate to see it ruined. It would be a dreadful mess to clean up around camp, wouldn't it?

"And..." he continues, abandoning your neck in favor of walking you a few steps forward, away from the fire and toward his tent. "You sleep so soundly in my bed. I enjoy watching you come alive in the morning."

Your face heats, and you mumble, "Not that soundly."

"You snore."

Smacking lightly at the back of his hands, you squirm back around to face him. What you see does nothing to untangle the tight knot of feeling lashed to your chest: wide eyes gone soft with concern, a hint of mirth in the lines that frame them, and the beginnings of true fondness in his smile.

"What?" he asks when you avert your gaze.

You bite your tongue against the confessions borne on the leaden wings of exhaustion; this is not the place to delve into desires. It is easier to choke down I want more and I love you and We are the same shape of broken—to let them fester where they're branded on your bones—than to watch his eyes shutter against the words.

"I'm tired," you say instead, and it is the truest truth you've ever uttered, "of having to protect everyone."

"So don't." Astarion bends to rest his temple against yours. "Let me be your sword and shield, if only for the night. Rest, dove—you've more than earned it."

Bonus: my Tav, Kestra! She's a human sorcerer specializing in necromantic and cold damage, and based off of one of my original novel characters 🥰

[azurlily]

Dont ask just read, this is what a bored and horny mind can come up with. Yes, this woman needs a name so for now we will call her LSM. What does that stand for? Lets find out together. Completely UNEDITED.

Lesbian Sugar Mommy

You had a daily schedule, a routine. You followed this routine everyday for years. For years. So you being poor as hell at only 24, being barely able to afford food and rent. It was an all time low for you, and an embarrassing one at that. Recently your friend recommends you try a sugar dating app. At first you thought it was stupid, but mulled it over and remembered how broke you were. You made a profile and it took a couple days before you matched with a woman. At first you were incredibly awkward when texting and felt embarrassed. She seemed like the kindest woman you've ever met. She understood you and was better than any man or woman you had previously dated.

You were honestly pretty enamored with her, she has dark green eyes. Like a forest green, god they're beautiful, and you swear they change color depending on what she's wearing. Her hair is long and dark, contrasting her lightly tan skin. Her hair is slightly curly, definitely not straight. In the many pictures she's sent you, you notice all her nails are perfect manicured, but two on each finger have been cut down completely. You didn't bother asking, weren't a virgin or stupid, simply poor. You two began talking a bit more about finances after a couple weeks. She listened to you talk about your financial situation, how you could barely keep a roof over your head. By the end of your two and a half hour conversation, you found yourself being wired $10,000. It wasn't as if it was out of nowhere considering what the conversation was, but it was surprising. LSM had said she wanted to give you a bit of money to keep you going for the month. She had not said she was give 10,000 fucking dollars! You didn't know what to do with the money. Other than pay your bills and let the rest sit.

For a couple days you were worried she'd want it all back, but no, instead she asked if you wanted more.

"Well I didn't give you that much...so I'm just making sure it's enough. I can give you plenty more, sugar."

You had reassured her it was enough, much more than enough. In the following days you were finding her flirting with you more, being more straightforward. You blushed everytime she made a crude joke, but you almost wished it was a statement.

When LSM had asked if you wanted to have dinner at her place you agreed. You wondered how the night would go, if you would fuck up and she'd be mad. You hoped the night went as well as possible, and if not, that she'd at least tell you.

The night went a lot of different ways. At first she was playing the kind and gracious host, then she was flirting with you. Finally you had both drank a little too much of her expensive red wine, and she fucked you against her king size bed.

You dont remember the first little bit, but you certainly remember how your night ended. Well not all of it, that woman has the sex drive of a beast. She continued until she couldn't, until you couldn't walk and she couldn't see straight. If nothing else; your legs will remember this until you die.

"Good morning sugar, how are you feeling? I hope I wasn't too rough on you, although I can't say it was entirely my fault. You kept begging me to keep going, and who am I to deny you?"

You whined, talking hurt, and you couldn't move without some part of your body below your waist hurting. You sit up just a enough and look at yourself in your phone mirror. Oh she knew exactly what she was doing, theres a massive bite mark on your shoulder. Everywhere else there's hickeys, like they're changing color.

"Before you get mad- please look at my back!"

She turned and you saw large scratch marks running down her back. From her shoulders to her ass, you can also see quite the array of bites on her shoulder. One looks like it was actually bleeding. Your reaction must be funny because she's laughing like crazy. She gently cups your face and kisses your lips.

"So pretty. My girl is so pretty arent you? Mommy's little girl."

You just laid in her arms for a while, letting her talk about whatever she wanted. You were tired and her touch made you weak. You began thinking about your job, did you have to call in to work today? Were you working today? You asked LSM, but she just smiled and shook her head.

"You wont need your job anymore, at least not this one. I've already sent your monthly allowance over to you. You can quit that job anytime, it'll give you more time for me."

Monthly allowance? You pulled away to check your bank account. Sure enough she had transferred over $40,000.

You stared at the number for a moment a then looked back at her. You assumed she was some sort of big millionaire, but now that you're looking around. Really looking. You dont want to know what this woman does for a living.

"Pay no mind sugar, now come here. I'll have someone bring breakfast and we can stay in bed all day!"

[altocat]

we are mean to them 😔 but we let them have fun sometimes and it's not always backed by angst!

as a resident sephirologist i am asking ur PhD opinion bc my seph thoughts are not as developed. i know in my heart of hearts A Real Genuine Genesis laugh is a hyena cackle with clapping and rearing back and everything. another case of "is this dramatics" and it's not he's just got big feelings. all of them unfortunately. even that time a real ojousama laugh possessed him and okay he's little embarrassed about that one but she was real. a

i will PERISH LIKE A BEAST on the hill of A Real Genuine Angeal laugh is either so charmingly boyish half the room falls in love with him or a near terminal case of the giggles where if you somehow don't come out not enamored you cannot resist the contagion. he's aware of the gap moe. he cannot forget the joint lecture zack and genesis gave him about gap moe and how it applies to him

but a sane sephi laugh! my options are so limitless!!! we know post nibelheim he's too in the soup for more than a villainous heh and some chuckles. what happens to presoup seph in terms of critical character analysis like laughter headcanons!! is he just really flushed? just shit laugh all around good job buddy- worst they ever did it? maybe he snorts if the joke is good enough......... leaves you several fine nuts and grains i had in my pocket but i arrange them into a KILL HOJO sign

I love these. I LOVE ALL OF THESE ASRDFGHJGFDFGHG SO MUCH

SEE ALSO:

Genesis unable to keep a straight face during his giggle fit, constantly cracking up regardless of whether or not the "funny incident" happened forty minutes ago. His friends are genuinely concerned and think he's having some kind of mental breakdown. He's completely immobile and faceplanting on the couch, occasionally twitching. Angeal and Sephiroth draw straws for the honor of poking the body.

Angeal lighting up the entire room with a full belly laugh. In that moment, he's more gorgeous than Genesis and Sephiroth combined. A literal beacon, glowing for all to see. Genesis and Sephiroth stand there in absolute awe because LOOK at this precious oaf. LOOK at him. They both have literal heart-eyes just admiring his ANGEALness.

To answer your Seph question, Sephiroth is a wide spectrum of laughs. Silent little stone-faced convulsions. Smooth, rumbling chuckles. A soft smile, the laughter completely absent save for the way his eyes are glittering mischievously. So beautiful. So refined. So elegant. Like a walking work of art....only for everyone within a five mile radius to run for the fucking hills when he laughs for REAL because that shit is the stuff of nightmares and they are convinced Satan is in the room with them damning souls to Hell. You never know just what you'll get with Sephiroth. A boyish giggle that's endearingly childlike. A suave, smirking half-grunt of amusement. An immature snort over something suggestive Genesis whispers in his ear. Or Satan-sounds. The Awakening of Paimon. Fucking Bagul. That horror movie shit lmao.

[valtsv]

you said you grew up by the sea!! can i ask what the sea means to you? i am so emotional about the ocean i've always been so unspeakably fascinated and enamored by it

it's hard to describe because the ocean was such a constant presence that it was just kind of a part of life for me growing up. i didn't really realize how fortunate i was to have it so easily accessible until i lost it when i moved to the city.

i guess the best word to describe it would be "powerful". like i said, you could never forget that the ocean was There, even if you weren't standing anywhere near it. on days when the wind blew strongly enough in the right direction, you could hear it, and smell it. the smell of brine and seaweed was the backdrop of daily life for me growing up, and the town i grew up in was so small that whenever i left the house i was almost guaranteed to pass the ocean on my way to wherever i was going.

the danger of it was simultaneously something you quickly became desensitized to and something you never really forgot. there was always a part of you that knew that the sea could just take you at any time, no matter how careful you were. it wasn't uncommon to see a pile of flowers on the promenade as you walked by marking where someone had been washed out and drowned. pretty much everyone knew someone who had died despite the sea walls and warning signs. there were days when the waves were so strong that even the grey concrete walls that were several feet thick in the most reinforced places couldn't keep them from crashing over onto the walkways.

the beach was sand and stone, and the water was full of clouds of silt too thick to see through even with protective eyewear. you never knew how deep the water was beneath you unless your feet could touch the bottom, or what was down there. it was something you quickly got used to, the knowledge that you'd never be totally safe but were willing to take the risk. most people who got hurt or killed were, predictably, teenagers and young adults who decided to push the boundaries of how much of a risk they could take. i was one of those kids. most of us were. despite being all too aware of the danger, we never really believed that it would happen to us. at the same time, we knew we weren't immune. that's why we did it - for the thrill. i still have scars from all the times i was thrown against rocks and barnacles, stepped wrong while scrambling over rocks and slipped, or was scraped over the ocean floor. i still remember staggering and collapsing onto the shore with my heart pounding so hard my chest hurt after almost being swept out to sea, realizing how close i had come to being drowned or smashed to pieces. i remember shrugging it all off and heading back in five minutes later, accepting that the sea would take me if she wanted me and that there was nothing i could do about it, so i might as well enjoy myself.

knowing how to swim was basically mandatory, even if you never got in the water. if you could learn how to swim and didn't, you were a fool. the local swimming pool offered free lessons, and safety campaigns were a regular feature of school and community event. i could still recite some of the slogans and warnings to you now, they're so ingrained into my head (not that i didn't choose to ignore them sometimes).

small businesses thrived on the waterfront. there were so many cheap food places to choose from when you wanted a snack, from ice cream vendors to hot fried food vans to cafes and corner stores. people didn't even bother to put their clothes and shoes on over their swimwear to cross the road and grab a bite to eat on warm summer days.

body and gender neutrality was extremely normalized. nobody cared who you were or what you looked like; once you were in the sea the clouds of silt hid your body from view, and the water made everyone look more or less the same - like a sopping wet beast.

the natural environment was incredible. there was so much life everywhere - sea plants, crabs and smaller crustaceans, seabirds and fish. you could buy fresh catches each morning from local fishermen. sharks and seals were a rare novelty, a community event of sorts.

community events often made use of the seaside. sailing was easily accessible; even if you couldn't afford your own boat, there was a sailing club with a surplus. the local horse rescue volunteer association i worked at took the horses down to ride by the beach and in the water in summertime, and it was some of the most fun i ever had galloping through the waves, soaking wet and shivering with excitement and cold. there were bonfires on the beach in the fall, and fireworks and hot drinks and stories around the fireside in the winter. it was an incredibly, terrifyingly free place to live, where the only real limits were your own. i honestly can't do it justice in words. i miss it every day.

[yearningaces]

What would Declan do if his heart starts calling him my heart?

Too good not to answer I apologize this is a braindead but canon response

He'll freeze whatever he's doing.

Walking? No he aint

Cooking? Not anymore

About to bash someone's skull in? He knows no one but you

At first you think he's about to hit his knees in devotion like usual. The surprise is that he doesn't. He's in your space within a few long strides, your hand in his and he's pressing your hand to his chest where there's...

Nothing.

Not a pulse beat, nor a breath inhaled. It's just heat. Solid silent heat.

You're running through the stages of grief over realizing he doesn't have a heart beating in his chest but he's completely calm, amused, enamored and so so adoring.

Declan lowers himself slightly, pressing his forehead to yours and moving your intertwined hands to settle over your own steady heartbeat.

And he speaks

"You are my heart in every form of the words. You are my love, you are my purpose, my morality, my care, my happiness, my adoration. I am nothing at your feet, nothing but a rabid beast begging for a scrap of attention from the heart concealed within your beautiful skin." He's so steady in his words, so point of fact and unashamed to be little more than a living weapon that's placed itself into your palm to be used however you see fit.

He isn't done though, taking advantage of the closeness to slowly kneel in front of you, large heavy hands grasping gently onto both of your upper thighs, feeling the beloved squish under his palms and his intentionally gentle grasp. His gaze is up at you directly before his head bows, intentionally kneeling and lowering and bowing and deferring to you as an apostle to its life's purpose. His words are so ironclad as he speaks. "My heart has always been the one in your chest, this is why you are the decider of my every moment, your will be done by my own hands. I am no heart, my beloved. But I will be yours, I have been since your heart beat it's first time, I will be long after this world is rid of us both. I will be your weapon, I will be your love, I will be your loyal dog.... So long as you allow me"

[whumpsoda]

Do You Love Me?

I am thoroughly obsessed with vampire whump. It’s taking over my life.

cw: vampire whumper, conditioning, dehumanization, mind control, manipulative/intimate whumper

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“You love me, don’t you?”

“What?” 

Whumpee lived alone. Ideally, although unrealistically, he wished to keep it that way. Realistically, he didn’t really have any clue as to how long he would remain in his apartment, the one decorated the way he liked it, the one he paid for himself, the one with the constant aroma of a new candle he had purchased, always enveloping its entirety. There was no way for Whumpee to know when it would be ripped away from him, either from the claws of death, or the claws of the creature that had taken over his life.

He liked his home. Quiet and peaceful, when he was alone. 

Whumpee turned from his desk, meeting the fierce eyes of a hungry beast. “Care to repeat that?” The slender figure simply smiled, one that still unfortunately shook Whumpee to his core.

“You know what I said.”

“Has someone finally given you a much needed punch to the head? You can’t be serious.” Whumpee sputtered a laugh, one coated in deep sorrow and disdain, that only fueled the amusement of the other.

Whumper sauntered closer, coated by an aura of arrogance and wickedness that never seemed to dissipate. “I’ve seen the way you long for me dear. Let's not forget the other night.” Whumpee shivered as sharp fingers curled around his neck, visibly deadly fangs bared in his peripheral vision. 

His defiant facade quickly faded, as it usually did. Whumpee had not forgotten. There was no way in hell Whumpee could have forgotten, as much as he had hoped it would be a silent secret the two of them shared, that would never actually be discussed. He should have known it would not be.

“You’re addicted, darling. It’s obvious, even now.”

“I’m… I’m not addicted.” His voice was shaky. As obvious as it was, Whumpee was not fond of such vulnerability.

A finger gently trailed down his neck, the vampire’s lips almost kissing his ear. “Oh?”

Whumpee was used to it. The nightly interruptions, the manipulation, the entertainment that Whumper so evidently craved.

“If I do recall, weren’t you so eagerly waiting for me the other night? Crying for me? Kneeling, like a good boy?” Whumpee didn’t want to think about it. The thought of him, Whumpee, crumbled to the floor wailing, pleading, for such a disgusting monster, it made him sick. 

He told himself that it was not really him, rather the unfair power that the monster had abused. He must have been, because there was no way he’d ever be reduced to such a pitiful state, much less for Whumper.

“You were so cute.” An icy hand tenderly began to run through Whumpee’s unwashed hair. “You craved me, Whumpee. My touch, my presence, my hunger.” The vampire’s thumb tipped his chin up, and Whumpee only met their gaze.

“That look on your face says it all. You’re enamored with me, darling, even now.” Whumper’s thumb traveled to his lip now, sliding across it.

Whumpee hesitated for a moment. “I’m not. I’m not and- and you know it. It's all you.” What Whumpee felt the other night, the emotions ripping him apart from the inside, they were not his own. 

They weren’t.

They… shouldn’t have been. The only explanation Whumpee could cling to was enthrallment. The vampire making him do things, feel things, that he shouldn’t. 

The vampire only laughed. The unearthly sound rang into Whumpee’s ears, far too loud and joyous for the tense air. “Whumpee, I was not controlling your feeble mind, if that's what you’re asking!” He was lying. “You know I save that for special occasions, don’t you? I thought you knew I like to have my fun before twisting your cute brain.” Whumper’s nail met Whumpee’s forehead, drawing his eyes to it. 

“Don’t lie to me. I- I don’t like when you lie.” He was pathetic. 

Whumper somehow pushed even closer to Whumpee’s frail body. “I’m not.” 

For a moment, neither moved. Whumpee was only met with the stabbing gaze of the bloodsucking creature who terrorized him, and the dawning realization that crept in from the back of his mind.

“My little pet, you’re changing. Wether you like it or not, you aren’t the same human you were several months ago.” Whumpee was unable to conjure any form of protest.  “Even if I’m the root of that change, it doesn’t change the fact that your behavior was yours.”

The vampire’s words were almost mesmerizing, yet horrifying in a way that Whumpee had never imagined. “You, my little defiant, rowdy pet, you need me. You broke down in front of your window, my window, because you were desperate for me. I mean- I could practically hear you begging for me to feed from down the block! You hysterically pleaded, for your vampire to satiate his hunger.”

With reddened cheeks, Whumpee was unable to find the words to protest. He could not, for he knew it was the truth. Not once during his anguish, until the vampire had finally arrived and sucked him into mindless bliss, had Whumpee considered that his pain was not his own. He knew it was, and that’s what made it all the more painful.

“I loved it Whumpee. I relished in every second of that night, and I haven’t been able to get it off the mind since.” For a second, Whumper began to lightly sway, before Whumpee realized it was him.

The twist of the world, which felt as if his head was spinning in circles, hit Whumpee like a ton of bricks. He’d obviously felt Whumper’s control before, taking a grip onto his mind like he had never felt before, but it was never this strong. His brain was practically leaking out of his ears, the thought of Whumper filling his liquified mind to the brim. The sensation of bile bubbling in his stomach caused no shift whatsoever on his outside.

His brain was muddled with pleasure, and Whumpee could nearly process his body hugging his desk chair by its own accord. As terrified as he was, Whumpee was not scared anymore. The only thing that ran through his muddled brain was a need, one that he had been fighting to ignore.

“You love it, don’t you?” Whumper’s slender fingers brushed his face once again, his body uncharacteristically leaning into the touch. “I can’t say I’m not curious as to how it feels, to have your entire being stolen by the will of another. It’s obvious you like it.”

The vampire’s face relaxed, softening into a light calm, one that far contrasted his prior passion. He simply continued to caress his human, basking in the effect of his unmatched ability. 

“I can’t wait till you’re like that all the time. How you were that night.” His smile returned, although less menacing. “When you’re in a constant yearn for me and only me, sent to the brim of insanity over my needs. When you don’t deny your nature anymore, when that's all you’ll ever be and ever have been. A thrall. 

My thrall.”

Whumpee involuntarily shivered with pleasure over the thought. Of him only living to serve, spending the rest of his days as a mindless pet for the man in front of him.

“I have to admit that all this talk has really amped up my hunger. What do you say we do about that, pet?” The words had been on the tip of his tongue since the beginning, since he’d heard the unmistakable footsteps behind him.

“Please, please feed from me. Please! Bleed me dry, I don’t care, Master! I’m begging you!” In the blink of an eye he had leaned his head over as far as possible, practically ripping his shirt to free as much skin around his neck as possible. He was begging, genuine and passionately. Even under the influence of a power so great, he wanted it.

Consumed by the crashing wave of pleasure, Whumpee almost didn’t notice the forever painful spike of his wounds being reopened. He did not mind. As long as the vampire was happy, he was happy.

Whumpee’s knees buckled, and he struggled to breath. It felt like a millennia of bliss, of Whumper bleeding him dry. He let out a strangled gasp as glistening fangs slipped from his flesh, and a disappointed whimper. “Did that suffice?”

“More, please!” He cried, bringing another villainous grin to the face of his vampire. 

“Don’t worry, pretty thing, I was planning on it.” He again gingerly tilted the human by the chin, forcing Whumpee to groggily meet his eyes. The vampire pondered for a moment, before words slipped from his voice like butter. “Pet, do you love me?”

Even if in the moment, Whumpee could undoubtedly feel the weight of Whumper’s control release by possibly a half, he could not hold back the truth. “Yes, yes, oh yes! Please, please drink from me!” 

Whumper flashed a vulnerable smile, reflecting a kind heart that he surely did not have, before the knives in his mouth sank into his food once again.

[dilucsflame33]

Could you do a one-shot of Leo and his Wife during mating season?

Enchanted 🔥

I'm so sorry that this is very late, and I hope that you will like this either way. I decided to use my OC in this, if this is okay. ^^

To add the emotions, here's to some songs to listen to.

🔞 Warning 🔞 18+ ONLY

Little bondage but that's it. Just sweet, loving, gentle love making. 💙

Lily is intoxicated. 

The feeling and smell of her lover will always take her breath away. His ocean blue eyes glowed in the dark as he just stared at her; his piercing gaze enamored her and made her body burn. Oh, she could imagine the way his hands caressed her - the way his fingertips would gently glide on her skin. 

Hands of a warrior.

Hands of a lover. 

But, now, those hands will work her in ways only HE can provide. Yes, her husband for three years will absolutely RAVISH her. And it will only be her. Nobody else. 

“My blossom,” He spoke in a tone she has heard a million times. It was masculine, dominant. She was breathless already and he didn't touch her. He smirked when he saw the way her eyes burned with desire. “You know what time it is, right?”

She does. It was mating season. The time where he has no control over his actions and emotions, but she has no problem with it. How can she deny her man like this? After all he has done for her; treated her with uttermost care, and cherished her in ways no man ever could. He may not be human but - in a way - neither was she. She has been experimented on since she was a teen; used until her mind felt it was on the verge of breaking. 

But he saved her. 

So many, many times. 

And she will always reward him for his devotion to saving others.

“I do, and I want you to have your way with me.” Breathless and weak, she sat on the bed with only pure white lingerie. 

He loves it when she wears white. Yes, his color looks magnificent on her. Leonardo said so himself, but he will always cherish her in white. It made her look like an angel; a goddess that has been sent down from the heavens just for him - someone that he questions why she chose him, but Lily was not having it. The psychic will remind him of his worth to her, always until their last breath. 

Leonardo chuckled, deep and rumbling. “You have too much faith in me, blossom. Have you forgotten the last time you said that?”

“I have not, my dearest, and I enjoyed every single second of it.” She said with confidence. 

The look on his face has her yearning. She knew that her answer had done things to him, knowing he would confess them in due time.

“I question if I have a goddess, or a temptress. Your words burned me.” 

A whimper escaped her and she was done for. Lily wanted him, so bad. She craved his touch, and everything about HIM.

“If I am a temptress, then I will be anything you desire.” She spoke as she teasingly slid her bra straps down her shoulders. Her pale skin illuminated from the city lights, making her skin glow and white hair looking like snow. 

Leonardo’s gaze followed her movements, not taking them away from her. Not for a second. He was taking all of his wife in, even though he has seen her bare so many times. Her body is magnificent, utter beauty, and he could feel the beast within him yearning for her. 

Not yet, he thought to himself as she slowly laid down on the silky, blue sheets. Her hair splayed out like fallen snow, and he wants to caress every single strand. Lily’s breaths came in even waves, but Leonardo knew that her heart was racing. The anticipation of who is going to break first. 

Normally, it will be Lily who will break first but - with mating season under his belt - Leonardo could feel his will breaking. The scent and warmth of her is breaking every single chain, and he would let her. 

Lily will forever be the one to break his walls and chains he has for himself. 

He slowly stepped forward until he stood before her. Lily’s legs are covered in beautiful, sheer thigh highs and the beast within is salivating. His goddess is the water that quenches his thirst; the delicious sweetness of her makes him lick his lips. Leonardo could taste her; could hear her cries of ecstasy as his tongue delved deep within her warmth. 

A growl left him and it made her arch her back in wanting. Lily trailed her hands from her abdomen to her breasts, gasping as the contact had her burning for his touch. She could feel herself begging for him but she wants to keep the teasing going, see how far he will hold back. With a click, the front clasp of her bar opened and revealed her breasts. 

Taking an intake of breath, Leonardo raised his hand and slowly glided his fingertips to her ankle. He lifted it to his lips and kissed her there, his gaze never faltered from hers. 

“You intoxicate me,” Was all he said as lips made their way to her calf and inner thigh, breathing heavily as he pulled away. He chuckled as his blossom whimpered from the loss of warmth. “Beg for me, Lily. I want to hear your voice, your every thought. I want to know how much you yearn for me.”

Flustered and quivering from his touch, she bit her lip. “Leonardo, my dearest. How I yearn for you; your touch scorched me and I want to feel myself set ablaze. 

“I want to feel your hands, your lips. I want to feel every single inch of you as you drive so deep within me. I want every single person of New York to know how much I love and cherish you, just like you do with me. I want everything.” Her breath hitched as his fingers eased their way from her abdomen to her chest, then let out a moan when he completely tower over her. His blue eyes burned for her. 

She knew this because her eyes burned for him.

Leonardo leaned in slowly - agonizingly so - then paused. Lily could feel him shaking, could feel the very being of her warrior slowly crumble before her. She reached for him, the small palms caressed his cheeks and he let out a wavering sigh. 

“I don’t deserve you,” he breathed as his eyes turned into mist, the beautiful ocean turned into a storm. “You treat me like I am precious to you. I am just a man that should never be here.”

“But you are, my dearest. You deserve love like your brothers do, and you are precious to me. Leonardo, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Never think differently of my feelings for you.” She declared as her fingertips eased his mask off his face, the blue cloth sliding down her hands as she caressed his cheeks once again. 

“I married you, all of you. I don’t want a human man. I want the man that rescued me from my captives - the man that believes in me when I don’t. 

“When I say that I love you, I mean every single word. You have no idea how much my heart yearns for you.” Lily could feel her eyes clouded with tears and she chuckled as he wiped away her tears with kisses. “See, right there is why I devoted my life to you. No one wiped my tears away but you. The warrior before me, held and comforted me when no one else did.”

“And you have done the same for me. No woman lover has held or comforted me. I was so focused on protecting the city that I barely focused on romance. It wasn’t until everything was slowing down that I noticed how lonely I was,” Leonardo says as he placed kisses over her cheeks, forehead, and then nose. He smiled when Lily gave him a pout knowing that she was wanting kisses on her lips. “And you are so unbelievably cute and adorable. How could I refuse such a goddess before me?”

“You always have a way with words,” Lily teased as she pulled him closer to her, their lips barely brushing against each other. “But you definitely have a way with your hands.”

Leonardo smirked at her words. “My hands are meant to protect those I love, and I made an oath a long time ago that I will protect you.” He hummed as his gaze lowered to her lips, soft and plump. “But, tonight, my hands will hold and caress you. You are the beautiful snow and, I promise you, there will be nothing left when I am done with you.”

Lily knew that Leonardo kept his promises. 

With that, she traced her tongue over his bottom lip. A growl left him as his pupils blew wide. “Then show me what all you got, my dearest.”

Lily knew that challenging Leonardo has its perks. 

And this is one of them. 

Wrists tied to the bedpost with his bandana, legs spread wide, as Leonardo devours her sex with his tongue. Her husband worked wonders on her. Lily never had a man in her life until Leonardo came to be. She always imagined what her future husband would look like: tall and handsome like in romance novels and movies. 

Tall and handsome is one of them, but not the human part which she doesn’t mind at all. 

Not one bit. 

Besides, she isn’t human either so it will be very hypocritical of her to say otherwise. 

Her thoughts scatter as Leonardo swirled his tongue on the bundle of nerves and sucked, making her legs tremble. Her feet propped on his shell; his hands held down her hips and pulled her towards him. 

This man wants every single inch of this woman. 

She accepted him, and he accepted her. 

He is still amazed to this day. 

“If my lady is still having thoughts, then I’m not doing my job right.” He said devilishly, eyes hold so many promises and he was just getting started on one of them. Leonardo soon delved into her heat once again and she arches her back, his tongue working her thoroughly. 

He isn't holding back.

And she doesn’t want him to. 

Lily loves it when he shows her his strength, even if it is something small.  

His hand came around her and found her nerves, then toyed with it - teasing her. Whimpers fell from her throat as she gripped the ties of his mask. “Leonardo, please.”

His dark chuckle vibrated her sex and she cried out in earnest. “Hearing you beg for me will always be my favorite, little one. You taste exquisite.” 

A gasp escaped her as his finger entered her, hitting all the right places. Leonardo knows her body like a map; knows her weakest points and what she enjoys the most. Very observative Leonardo knows everything, and she just wants him to make love to her already. 

“You feel exquisite, too, my dearest.”

He moans in yearning, primal. “Say my name again.”

“Leonardo.” She says breathlessly, head throwing back as his finger worked her through an orgasm that is approaching fast. “Oh gods, Leonardo!”

He sucked, licked, and tweaked her until she bursted from it all. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave; drowning her until she was brought back to shore. 

That is what Leonardo was. He is the beautiful ocean and the storm. 

Lily could watch him all day if he let her. 

“Gods, Lily,” he says with passion, “What have you done to me?”

Lily bit her lip as she watched her warrior slowly crawl up her body. His body of muscle roars with dominance, eyes held primal intent as Leonardo buried his face into her neck. Her body has a mind of her own, back arches with the way he kissed her there.

Leonardo chuckled. “I love how expressive you are, little one. All of it is for me. Every single inch.”

Lily let out an inaudible gasp as Leonardo slowly eased inside her; no matter how many times they devoured each other, she would never get used to having him inside her. She could feel him all the way to her cervix and Lily wrapped her legs around his waist. A deep, guttural groan left him as Leonardo gripped the headboard - the wood creaked with his strength. 

Breathing rapidly, his hips moved when she told him to. Their bodies collide in perfect sync as his thrusts are slow and gentle. The man before her wants to take his time, even though Lily wants the beast that is inside him. Leonardo always went slow and steady with her, no matter how many times they’ve done it. 

He littered kisses throughout her neck, leaving marks as he went. “So warm,” he whispered as Leonardo slowly picked up speed. Lily cried out in bliss and he ravaged her. “Forgive me, blossom, but I can’t control it anymore.”

And he doesn’t need to apologize. 

Leonardo is hers, and she is forever his. 

Just like his words, he showed no mercy. The bed creaked and groaned with their movements, sweat dripping from each other. It was beautiful bliss. 

“Leonardo,” She cried out as her climax took hold of her, and he wasn’t slowing his momentum.

Leonardo was relentless - completely ravenous - as his strokes held so much meaning and passion. The way this woman spoke his name like a prayer has done something to him. A woman never said his name the way Lily does. She gave him so much meaning. 

“Lily, I’m gonna-” He groaned as he found his release, hips stuttering and breath locked in his lungs. The grip he has on the headboard snaps, breaking the poor wood and making the cloth that was tied to the wood release. 

Then, the bed collapsed. 

The woman below him let out a surprised scream, making his instincts kick in. He held on to her when the bed made contact with the hardwood floor, cradling her in his arms. They were still joined together, breathing erratic, he pulled away when the danger had been settled. 

“Are you okay?” He rasped, making the woman bite her lip. 

“Very.” Was all Lily said as she captured his lips with hers, hearing the man groan once again as he ripped the cloth from her wrists and changed positions. 

“I think you’re enchanting me, my love. No woman has ever made me feel this way.” He said as she started to litter kisses to his neck, then to his collarbones. His body is a work of art, and he deserves to be praised for it. 

“It is you that has enchanted me, my dearest.” 

And she devoured him like he deserves. 

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[hoshizora-the-yume]

Hello! It's been a while since I last saw a new onmyoji blog. Can I request Shuten Doji with a human reader? Nsfw too if it's okay. Thank you!

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 

NSFW, Oneshot, pre-established relationship

A/N: Oho, a Shuten Douji request? And NSFW too? Sign me up! Anyways, I hope you like what I came up with because I had lots of fun writing this. Apologies for taking too long because I had to help out with a family event. 

Bearing a noble aura and immense strength, the proud Lord of Mt. Oe had no reason to care for humans. Compared to him, they were weak and pathetic. Like ice at the end of the winter, they were often gone as quickly as they appeared. 

The last thing Shuten Douji expected was to find himself enamored with one. The heart was, however, fickle beyond even his control. 

From the moment Shuten Douji met you, he admired the quiet determination in your warm and honest gaze. Even as he felt the tenderness of your body against his, he couldn’t help but look into those pure-hearted eyes.

“Sh-Shuten, you’re drunk.” You whimper, as you lightly push away your lover’s face. It was permeated in the unpleasant scent of sake that you’ve already grown accustomed to.

“Hic, I know.” Shuten Douji growled under his breath. “I just want to be with you right now…” Right now, he was acting like a clingy child. The only thing he wanted at the moment was to be as close to you as possible.

You let out a sigh and gently stroked his face. He grabbed your hand and gripped it gently, as if silently pleading you to not stop. “What am I going to do with you? You big baby.” You said with a gentle smile.

Shuten Douji started to slowly lean in towards your face. But before your lips could meet, you created a barricade between your respective faces with both your hands. “Not right now, Shuten.” 

In response, Shuten Douji let out a grunt and pushed away your hands. He had no time for your games at the moment, not when he desperately yearned for you. The moment your face was in the clear, he immediately went for a kiss.

The kiss started out as just that, if not a simple peck on the lips. With the growing flames of passion dancing about you two, the kiss gradually became more deep and intense.

It came to a point where you and Shuten Douji had your tongues intertwined. Even the overwhelming scent of alcohol couldn’t stop you from melting into the kiss. 

“y/n, I want you right now.” Shuten Douji’s intense gaze pierces into your own, as if he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Your heart raced at the sight of it. 

Without speaking, you just whined and nodded. Amidst the rising tension in this room, Shuten Douji wasted no time in disassembling your kimono, starting with the Obi.

In his drunken state, Shuten Douji acted like a beast in heat. His breath hitched and got heavier, as each article of clothing fell to the floor, revealing your bare figure. 

Even with his pants on, you could already tell that he was getting rather excited. This was her first time seeing him like this.

Embarrassed, you tried to cover yourself with your hands. “D-Don’t look at me like that please…” Seeing how ‘gifted’ he was, you were daunted to go any further than this. 

Shuten Douji wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his chest. The warmth of his chest against your head was somehow comforting. “Don’t cover yourself up, you’re beautiful.”

Once your entire kimono was on the floor, both of Shuten Douji’s hands latched onto your breasts. Playing with your sensitive nipples, he licked his lips while he savored every single mewl and moan that escaped from your pretty lips.

“Ahhh… Mmm… Stop teasing my nipples.” You whined. Although it felt good, the sensation was overwhelming for someone experiencing it for the first time. 

Your pleas fell on deaf ears, for he appeared to have no intention of stopping. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“I-It does but it’s too much…!” Before you could even finish your sentence, Shuten Douji’s fingers began to pinch your nipples, sending pleasant vibrations throughout your entire body.

You were left gasping for breath from all the obscene noises you let out. As you tried to look at Shuten Douji, your vision was getting blurrier with every second that you couldn’t tell what expression he had. 

Despite that, your intuition told you that he was up to no good. Thereafter, what happened just so proved you right. 

Before you knew it, Shuten Douji was greedily lapping up your love juices. “Mmmmm… You taste great, y/n. Better than any wine I’ve had.”

“Don’t say things like that, Shuten. It’s so embarrassing…!” You protested in a high-pitched voice. At this point, your lower lips were completely drenched in his saliva and your fluids. 

Despite your complaints, you were gradually easing up into the pleasurable sensations. That is, until you felt his tongue abruptly invade your insides, earning a shrill yelp from you.

Pulling his hair, your thighs started to tremble violently at the same time. Your mind was starting to go blank with only animalistic thoughts spinning around your head… only for the sensation to be cut short.

Shuten Douji had pulled away from your pussy, a trail of saliva connecting it to his mouth. “You look like you’re about to break there. Want out already?”

“P-Please, don’t stop.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear you. Said something, y/n?”

Now that he had you in the palm of his hand, you had no choice but to let him hear what he wants. “Please… Don’t stop! I want it so badly!”

“Now, that’s what I want to hear.”

The next thing Shuten Douji did was something you did not expect. Instead of going back to eating you out, he scooped you up in his arms and lifted you up. 

When you realized where this was going, you were red-faced and speechless. Nonetheless, you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. On the contrary, you were curious and intrigued.

In a rough, almost violent manner, Shuten Douji pinned you down against your shared futon. With a gap of only a few inches between your faces, you could hear each other’s quick pace of breathing. 

At this distance, you could see Shuten Douji’s sharp and stunning features. It felt like falling in love with him all over again. 

“This is your first time, isn’t it? y/n.” Shuten Douji asked in a softer, almost timid tone of voice as if he was asking for approval. During this moment of intimacy, you bore witness to his rare displays of vulnerability. 

“I-It is…” You answered. 

All of a sudden, Shuten Douji rested his head on your shoulder and swung his arms around you. “Are you really okay with doing this with me?”

You were shocked at those words. Up until now, he had been acting beastly, if just because of his drunkenness. You knew he was a sexually active drunk, but you didn’t expect he would be an emotional one as well.

You placed a hand on his back and whispered to Shuten Douji. “Of course, I am. There’s no one else I want to do this with except you.”

You came into his life during a tough point in it. At the time, he had recently been turned down by his previous love. It left him a wreck, miserable and drowning his sorrows in sake. 

With your gradual efforts and stubborn kindness, Shuten Douji had slowly but surely learned to smile genuinely again. Although his drinking habits never really died down, he had become a different man from who he was right now. And for that, you were glad.

“I know I don’t say this enough but I love you, y/n.” Shuten Douji gently said. In contrast to his gentle voice, his body started acting wildly. 

With no longer any resistance left in you, you watched as he grabbed both of your legs and spread them. Before this hungry beast of a demon, your pretty, pink, and soaking wet pussy was completely exposed and defenseless. 

In turn, the now naked Shuten Douji revealed his massive length. When you first saw his hardened groin, you were scared of its sheer size but right now, you craved it more than anything else.

Shuten Douji placed the tip of his cock against your entrance, slowly pushing it into your walls. With the slow and gentle way he was taking you, you quickly grew impatient. 

“Put it in, put it in, please…!” You screamed. At this point, you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to become one with him.

Shuten Douji was amused. “Heh, is that what you want? 

Compared to the shallow and slow thrusts he had been doing until now, the one that followed would be even harder and faster. Because you were soaking wet, it didn’t hurt at all and only pleasure remained. 

Shuten Douji himself was reduced to a couple of grunts and moans. With each thrust, the next one would be harder and faster. He kept it at this pace until he reached your deepest point.

“Ahhhh… Ahhh… Shuten, it feels so good!” As you moaned your obscene thoughts out, you wrapped your legs around his back, bringing his body closer to yours and making sure he wouldn’t pull out. “M-Make me your wife, and cum inside me!” 

That seemed to awaken something within Shuten Douji. Soon after, he would lift you up again without even pulling out his dick to change positions.

With his strong arms carrying you, you couldn’t help but be a little giddy. His thrusts were slowing down and becoming sloppy.

“y/n, I’m about to cum…”

“Yes! Please! Cum inside me!”

On the moment of his release, Shuten Douji vigorously spurted inside you. It didn’t take long for you to feel a wet and warm sensation enveloping your insides. The last thing you saw before passing out was your lover’s pleased face.

The day after that, Shuten Douji woke up with a headache. “What the hell was I even doing yesterday? I don’t remember…” When he turned around and saw you sleeping next to him naked, he suddenly realized what he did. 

Your eyelids fluttered open. When you saw your lover again, you smiled warmly. “Good morning, Shuten.”

[treasure-mimic]

Ion't really give a shit about the whole creepypasta metanarrative surrounding it but for the actual plot plot, I am just like. Enamored. With the idea of this tug o war deathmatch with a mysterious powerful being who controls everything around your life and death. Come to find out he's basically just like, Elite 4 Bruno got too into pokemon battling and betrayed the other three despite being the most innocuous man in the room.

His slightly mutated version of the game that cuts out the three other elements and restructures the whole game to micro focus on just the beast mechanics without strictly changing the overall shape of the game. A process that, presumably, took as long as the game's graphics literally mutating from 16-bit sprites to low-res high-poly 3D modeling. That shit fascinates me man.

[peekychu]

hi, ive loved your art forever, finally working up the courage to send an ask ahshdjfjf

when i was a kid i was really attached to the pokemon anime and i remember that one episode about the charmander being left all alone in the rain, and then being saved by ash and given a chance to recover, i remember projecting so hard onto it and wanting to be given that chance as well, to have someone save me like that. anyways, your art has always made me Feel Things, theres a very sentimental quality to your art and the way you design characters. i connect a lot with your sadder stuff as well. youre very good at storytelling in your work, especially that piece with ray about wanting to return to the places in your childhood but not ever experiencing them the same way. man, you hit that feeling right on the head.

anyways, where was i going with this. i struggle a lot with trying to reclaim some parts of my childhood, it took me a lot to even remember that i projected so much onto that charmander. but seeing a pikachu be so.. i dont know, happy about connecting with pokemon so much, it just, it means a lot to me. i used my imagination as escapism and id like to try and reconnect with it. i am using your art as a guide and as inspiration.. i feel like i can get close to that again.

i hope animal friends brings you joy and i will be so happy if you choose to share any of it. and im sorry about your job, ive been in that exact situation, stay strong

sincerely, one online animal beast to another <3

Oh my GOD, this ask is so touching idek where to start answering 😭😭😭 Wow, thank you!!!

Instant follow btw, ur drawings are so dynamic and sensory, and HOLY moly your anatomy skills 🤯 I’m super honored!!!

I honestly forget ppl ever see my more sad/melancholy drawings, I wasn’t expecting it to affect me so hard hearing someone mention it xD Drawing is one of the few vessels I can properly channel my emotions with, and there’s a lot more raw stuff I don’t share online. I never know if the catharsis I feel drawing the Heavier stuff translates, because I still center those drawings around silly animals xD

I’m so happy you were able to rediscover your connection with Ash’s charmander!! That episode always made me emotional too 💔 I can’t say where my lifelong fixation on Pikachu really began, but my mom told me that even before I engaged with anything pkmn related, I was just immediately enamored by seeing it at a store or on TV xD

Eventually she took me to see Pokémon 4ever in theaters, and I vaguely remember being instantly ENCHANTED by the little short movie before the actual film began. Those animated shorts of Pikachu with all its friends, no humans attached, were always this ultimate comfort fantasy for me to watch xD

As my identity and personality fluctuates, I always find it comforting being grounded in my connection to Pikachu. The episode where it refused to evolve stuck with me on a deep level too haha.

ANYWAYS UHH I can’t thank you enough for your kind words!!!! I am holding ur paw, you stay strong too!

[silvreflamess]

why aren't you scared of me ?

The  room  feels  warm  and  sweet,    a  pinch  bubbly  on  the  back - end  like  the  wine  had  been  at  dinner;    it  wraps  around  Nesta’s  shoulders  like  a  tender  embrace,    if  she  were  familiar  with  such  a  gesture–  and  she  supposes,    because  she  decidedly  isn’t,    that  had  she  the  frequent pleasure  of  such  a  thing,    it  would  certainly  feel  like  this.    The  House  holds  her  in  a  way  that  must  be  maternal,    another  concept  far  out  of  Nesta’s  reach  but  that  she  thinks  she  can  glimpse  if  she  tilts  her  head  and  squints  one  eye,    picturing  what  she  longed  for  before  she  knew  better  than  to  hope.    It’s  funny,    she  thinks;    Fae  magic,    that  is,    with  its  peculiarities  and  rules  and  non  -  rules.    She  doesn’t  really  know  what  to  make  of  a  building  which  cares  for  her  in  all  the  ways  she  could  never  deserve,    but  maybe  it  speaks  to  her  own  mental  state.    Sometimes  she  swears  it’s  all  in  her  mind,    but  the  bemused  expressions  from  her  housemates  whenever  a  book  appears  in  her  lap  or  a  slice  of  cake  at  her  elbow  after  every  meal  including  breakfast,    seemingly  out  of  nowhere  at  all,    refutes  any  ideals  of  a  lacking  constitution.  

Nesta  fancies  herself  a  ballerina tonight,    pressed  to  her  tiptoes  and  reaching  her  arms  toward  the  ceiling.    It  is  half  of  a  sloppy  soubresaut,    but  she  thinks  if  she’d  made  to  leap,    there’d  be  a  mess  of  all  her  limbs  strewn  about  the  floor.    At  least,    maybe.    @bastardborne  is  close  enough  to  reach  a  hand  above  her  descent  as  if  he  means  to  assist  her  in  a  fouette  except  he  is  too  tall;    her  fingertips  can’t  even  graze  his  hovering  palm,    try  as  she  might  to  make  an  attempt.    Flat  on  her  feet  again,    she  is  forced  to  tip  her  chin  up  and  strain  her  neck  to  meet  his  gaze.    It’s  only  then  she  realizes  how  close  they  are  to  each  other.  

For  all  his  towering  posture,    Nesta  can  still make out  the  smolder  of  a  thin  line  of  red  rimming  the  golden  haze  of  his  eyes.    He  looks  at  her  with  the  inverse  of  an  eclipse  and  she  feels  all  the  heat  of  it  somewhere  in  the  vicinity  of  her  solar  plexus.    I  am  terrified  of  you,    she  elects  to  withhold  from  him.    It  would  hurt  him  in  the  worst  ways  if  she  gave  that  up  to  him,    but  it  would  hurt  her  far  more  because  she  knows  he’d  understand  what  she  really  means  by  it.    I  am  terrified  of  what  you  could  do  to  me,    knowing  me  as  only  you  know  me.    Cassian  holds  her  gaze  and  lowers  his  arm;    Nesta  can’t  help  reaching  for  his  wrist  before  he  can  so  respectfully  retreat  from  her.  

He  is  not  a  gallant  prince  on  a  white  steed  climbing  a  tower  to  kiss  her  awake  from  a  nightmare  where  she  is  alone  forever  in  a  room  full  of  people  laughing triumphantly at  her  wake.    But  then  she’d  never  really  fancied  the  stories  about  princes  with  ornamental  wives  pretty  enough  for  thrones  but  not  pretty  enough  to  love.    Nesta did not daydream about her future reality. Nesta  has always coveted  devotion  in  all  the  pages  she  devours;    the  beast  was  the  girl  all  along  and  her  lover  always  enamored  despite,    or  maybe  because  of,    her  fangs  and  claws.    The  sun  swallows  the  wicked  stepsister  and  turns  her  into  rain.    It’s  always  a  cleansing,    it’s  always  brand  new.

Nesta  releases  Cassian’s  arm,    but  only  enough  to  slide  her  fingers  across  his  rough  palm  and  between  his  empty  spaces.    He  looks  like  she’s  just  bowled  him  over.    Terror  grips  her  by  the  spine,    but  his  face  keeps  a  gentler  pressure  and  eases  the  ache  behind  her  breast.    ❝    Would  you  like  it  if  I  was?    ❞  He’d  only  looked  stricken  before.    He  looks  positively  devastated  now.    Nesta  lifts  their  joined  hands  and  presses  the  backs  of  his  knuckles  to  the  blade  of  her  cheekbone,    hoping  it  doesn’t  feel  too  familiar  in  its  punishing sharpness  against  his  skin.    ❝    I  am  scared.    All  the  time.    ❞  Coward  that  she  is,    she  lowers  her  wine  -  heavy  lashes  and  looks  at  the  slash  of  that  angry  hollowed  scar  across  his  throat  instead  of  his  eyes.    ❝    But  less  so  when  I’m  with  you.    Is  that  bad?    ❞

DON'T SMILE AT ME. ( accepting! )

[hexside-dropout]

Is Belos a Wendigo? - TOH Essay

Last night I came across a drawing of a wendigo and was struck by how similar it looked to Belos’s goop form. With a little more research, I found out that wendigos are usually depicted as extremely skinny and tall humanoid monsters with glowing eyes. Many also have deer-like antlers and skulls. These are all traits that Belos has in his goop form. 

Left: RyanStanleyArtwork; Right: JamJamTheArtMan

I decided to look deeper into the lore of the wendigo. These beasts are mainly known for their insatiable cannibalistic hunger, but I found the story of their creation especially interesting. Legend says a human becomes a wendigo either as a cumulation of extreme greed and selfishness or when a person becomes a cannibal. 

Belos has historically been a greed-driven character, a trait which only intensified when he started drawing glyphs on himself in an attempt to gain power. He doesn’t eat other humans, but I think he could still be classified as a cannibal in another way. After he made a habit of putting glyphs on himself, he started visibly becoming something inhuman. Now some strange mesh of human and magic, the only way he could fight off the side effects of his mistake was to consume palismen. And since he’s partly made of magic, eating palismen is, in a way, cannibalism. 

He did appear more or less human up until the finale of season 2, but the monstrous appearance beneath the surface would show itself whenever he went too long without a palisman meal. Consuming palismen didn’t fight the monster within him, it just helped him hide it. 

In King’s Tide, the Collector “killed” Belos by sending him flying into a wall, leaving behind a green splat. Ever since then, Belos has been unable to keep a human appearance. My theory is that while he didn’t die, his human body did. Eating palismen was enough to keep his flesh together, but with it gone he can’t hide his true appearance. He’s been a wendigo for a long time. 

And then in Thanks to Them, Belos possessed Hunter. There are lots of reasons he might have picked Hunter over anyone else. One I’d like to point out is that grimwalkers contain palistrom wood. At this point in the show, Belos is quite literally starving to death. Palistrom wood doesn’t exist in the realm he’s trapped in. And if it’s true that palismen are the only thing with the ability to subside his hunger, Hunter must have looked especially enticing. And that’s not even considering the power dynamics of finally inhabiting a human body again, especially one with so much significance to his enemies. Now, according to wendigo lore, there isn’t really a way to separate a wendigo from the human it’s possessing while keeping the host alive. I believe the current speculation among other fans is that Hunter only temporarily died because he drowned. Either way, Flapjack was able to sacrifice himself to resuscitate Hunter. 

Side note: The new scars Hunter had after being possessed are (per my theory) Belos eating away at the palistrom wood in his skin. For this reason, I don’t think Raine will have scars after being possessed by Belos. 

After making all these connections, there was one last question I had. How does one kill a wendigo? I found two different answers from a variety of sources. One is that you need to remove the heart of the wendigo, where the source of their evil lies. The other method (which came up slightly more often) was to burn it with fire. 

In the recent promo for Watching and Dreaming, the light glyph was referenced a lot. If Belos is a wendigo-inspired villain, maybe he will be affected by light glyphs the same way wendigos are affected by fire. My standing prediction based on all of this is that the light glyph itself will be what destroys Belos for good. 

Whether or not my predictions come true, I am enamored by Belos’s character design. The comparison I’ve detailed in this post is just another fascinating parallel I wanted to share with you all. I have no idea if his design was really inspired by the wendigo, but the theorizing is most of the fun anyway! 

Also if I incorrectly credited either of the artworks or if you are the owner and want me to remove it, please let me know!

[twinsoftriumph]

i am. enamored with this season actually the area is so lovely and i love when games let you take nice pictures and i love the spirits But I Really Love The Photos ive always been a screenshots guy so this is like heaven to me. the way the light cycles is so pretty too and ohhh my god. the Beasts