#and all i get are 'feathers help protect them from the cold by making a pocket of air!'

[powdermelonkeg]

Google is getting progressively, frustratingly more useless.

[jasminumdew]

Rafayel (merman x siren reader)

Notes: This was written based on Rafayel’s rut which was presented in the Ebb and Flow card

Summary: You went out hunting to feed your sick merman lover, but he doesn’t seem to be hungry, at least not in that way.

Event host: this fic was written for Monster Mash Event, hosted by lovely @nanamiscocksleeve

Warnings: MDNI, gore, manslaughter, merman goes into rut, public sex

W/c: 1.2k

“Captain, we’re very close to that area now”

“Prepare the spears, net, every crew member gets to the harpoon gun now. We only get one chance, either we catch it or it’s the last day for all of us”

With the captain’s order, everyone quickly rushes to the ship's sides. All eyes were focused on the sudden movement of the waves, so no one paid attention to the piercing eyes locking on their backs. It’s not until the first note sang out that they realized their mistake. 

“Everyone, plug your ears. NOW!!” The captain's screams couldn’t reach their ears anymore, since it was filled with the most heavenly voice they’d ever heard. Can this be considered a peaceful death - when your heart was fluttering, mind clouded and blurry by a symphony? You wouldn’t say that, because only 10 seconds after hearing your song, the hallucination starts. One by one, the crew members collapsed onto the floor, some jumped and fed themselves to the hungry monster under the deep sea. Their hands reach to the nearest weapons, frantic red eyes looking like it’s gonna be popped out by how irritated the blood vessels got, having to witness their own death caused by their own hands. 

You don’t feel any grief for being that cruel to them. Humans share many similar features with sirens, even more than they have with mermaids. But they are all so weak, no really, they don’t have a pair of wings behind their backs or feathers on their thighs to protect them from the harsh weather like your kind do, nor do they have tails to move fast underwater like mermaids. That’s why they are only lower species who are destined to be feasted on. You keep rambling while tearing their breast out with your sharp claws, their constant begging falls on deaf ears. You’re not familiar with skinning humans so some organs were mixed with meat and fat, normally there’s another one that would deal with this task and you just gonna let them feed you the best bits. You couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear, thinking how proud of you he’s gonna be when you bring him this fresh heart that’s still beating slowly on your bloody palm. 

As you fly back home, you find his silhouette resting on the entrance, where the waves can reach his merman’s tail. 

“Babyyy I’m back. Look what I got!”

He huffs, narrowing his eyes.

“Couldn’t you tell me already? Gosh, the smell is awful. Human meat?”

You’re taken aback by his cold and sarcastic demeanor but quickly brush it off, considering he’s not in his best condition. 

“It’s a human heart. I hope it can cheer you up or at least make you less grumpy”

You reach out to pat his hair, it always does a great job to calm him down. Before you even touched his blue strand, your wrist was grabbed firmly by his hand. 

“You went hunting alone? Do you know how dangerous it is? They have weapons that can kill us in a heartbeat. Why didn’t you tell me first?” 

The heat spreading from his palm feels like it can burn your delicate skin, you try to struggle out of his hold but to no avail. 

“But you needed to rest. I’m fully capable of killing them alone, there weren’t even a scratch”

“You’re covered in blood. Next time don’t do unnecessary things like this. You smell like dead people.” He continues his nagging, there’s no point in getting hurt over his words, you know he would never say things like this in the right headspace. You put the bloody heart aside and clean all the nasty blood on your feathers, it seems to be clear that he doesn’t want any snack right now. 

As you finish cleaning up, you take a seat on his big tail, careful not to scratch him accidentally with your sharp claws. His body stiffens when you sit on his lap, grunting in his throat as your hand touches his forehead to check his body heat.

“Raf? This body temperature is not normal at all! What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine” his hands gripping on your waist to stop you from squirming on his lap, “It happens once a year. I just sleep it off” 

Once a year? Suddenly everything clicks in your mind.

“You’re in a rut, aren’t you?” Every signal is checked: abnormal body heat, labored breathing, dilated pupils, unexplainable mood swings…He doesn’t reply but his eyes shift to his lower abdomen. Your gaze follows him to find his thin fabric was drenched in precum. Blood rushes to your cheek and your heart beats with excitement when you pull it down, revealing his enormous erection. Merman’s manhood in general is way bigger than that of sirens, but it’s especially huge today, the heavy red tip rests on his belly, waiting to pump his seed all over your fertile flower. 

Your heavy wings spread out, covering your bodies from the outside world to get some privacy. 

“Don’t” 

“What?” your eyes looking up all confused.

“Don’t spread your wings. I want everyone to see that you’re mine to claim.”

You do just as you were told to, not without looking around to check for anyone around first. You don’t dare to confess, but the thought of someone watching you being such a slut for your lover caused waves of arousal inside you. Just from the smirk on his lips, you can tell he knows it already. 

He nearly choked on his breath when you ran your hand down his erected shaft, his tail splashes the waves impatiently. You kiss your way down his abdomen, licking and biting on his skin. Your mouth can only take half of his length, the rest have your hands do the work. Within minutes of you sucking his sensitive tip, he pushes your head away. His cock twitches angrily, begging for friction. 

“I need to feel you, please. I’ll make up for you later, but I really have to cum inside you”

With a nod from you, he aligns his tip clumsily and thrusts all the way in, reaching your womb. It doesn’t go any softer after he finishes, but the semen acts as an aphrodisiac to you. Your inside burns with the slow thrusts and lazy strokes on your bundle of nerves, so much that you sob into his chest, begging him to pick up the pace. At night, when your womb has no space for his cum anymore, that’s when he comes back to normal and peppers you with kisses. You’re sure that your eggs are all fertilized now, and he’ll need to find a bigger cave for your crowded family tomorrow. 

There’s so many things to prepare, but now, you just sleep in each other’s embrace without any care and leave it for tomorrow. Such an odd thing that two species who have nothing in common fell in love with each other. It’s truly beautiful, how you two can find out a whole new world that you’ve never known of, he’s the deep dangerous sea that you craved for one time to dive in, and you’re the cloud, the moon, the sun he couldn’t reach. Everything just feels right being with the right person, no matter the differences.

[shapard]

Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

Michael is an Asshole

Near death experience

An Angel cries

Chapter 3 < Chapter 4 > Chapter 5

Lucifer was on edge. 

What is Michael doing here? 

Why Michael of all? The one that hates him more than anything. 

Michael was standing in his home destroying the peace Charlie and you had.

The peace you enjoyed so much that he wanted to keep. 

For the sake of you two.

His inner demon wanted to rip Michael limp from limp.

Its craving to use Michael’s blood to paint the town in pure gold with his blood.

Lucifers feather rustle out of anger.

“You would never pay me a visit Michael. We both know that.” After all it was his Fault.

Michael and Gabriel gave him the Idea to begin with.

And in the end they were the one who let him fall into this personal nightmare.

In hell. 

Lucifer almost lost his life because of them.

Meanwhile confusing was written all over your face. 

Brother? 

Michael? The Arch angel? 

Your brain was working on overload. 

Slowly it started to click. You completely dismissed the thought that Lucifer is an arch Angel.

An offspring from God himself. 

The Soulmate bond let you feel Lucifers rage, and his urge to protect you and his daughter.

It pushes you to stay put and to have faith in him. 

Lucifer was still in a protecting pose to protect you.

He didn’t even realize when he was in front of you.

In a blink of an eye, he saw himself protecting you with his wings. Making them larger and covering you.

What was wrong with him?

Was it because you grew close in these last days, or was there more?

Has he caught feelings for you?

It made sense. Common logic.

His train of thoughts were Interrupted by Michaels speech.

“You’re clever as ever. But I do have to disappoint you. I’m not here for you, but rather for that seraphim behind you.” Michael’s gaze moved from Lucifer towards you. 

His pure blue eyes bored into you, you felt almost naked under his stare.

You fiddled with the hem of your dress hoping it will help with your anxiety that started to build up in your system.

You heard an animalistic growl coming from Lucifer. 

“You better get the fuck away Michael.” 

It is terrifying. Lucifer is terrifying. You should be scared, but you aren’t. 

You found this utterly attractive. 

Lucifers horns were showing in all their might and all you could do was looking at them in awe. 

Michael was still staring at you, Ignoring Lucifers threat.

It fueled Lucifers Anger even more, the lights started to flicker in the hotel. 

Sweat pearled down from Charlie’s face.

She’s never seen her father that pissed before. Not even with Alastor nor Adam.

His eyes showing nothing but crimson red. But he remained calm in front of his older Brother. 

It would’ve scared Michael if he was a mere lower-class Angel or a demon in Hell. 

But he was the Arch Angel Michael, nothing scared him except his father God and Gabriel. 

He started to smirk showing his pearl white teeth, and it settled off you.

Lucifer and Michael looked so similar, same hairstyle, same face.

There was a huge difference between these two though. Michael was cold, his aura was dark and with nothing but anger and Ignorance.

Meanwhile Lucifers Aura was warm, like a hot bath that was pure relaxation. His aura was white and pure.

Maybe it was the bond. But you see a foul soul when there's one.

But one thing they had in common, and that's their pride.

You don’t have a good feeling about this.

He wants something, but what?

What can be so special in here that an Arch Angel comes down here and confronts his brother?

What makes you so special that Michael would come down here?

Michael's predatory gaze was following your every movement making you want to run or plead for your life. 

Lucifer widened his wings shielding you from the other Arch Angel.

You sigh in relief; you don’t want to spend any second longer with Michael's stare.

Not with the way he was looking at you.

Like a treat he could eat for breakfast.

“You should leave.” Lucifer’s eyes never left Michael’s.

All what he did was starting to laugh at Lucifer, “Aww, Little Lucifer protecting a fallen Angel How cute.”

In the next moment Michaels wings spread and he flapped them to create a hurricane like wind blow.

Wind blew softly in your face, Lucifers wings helped that you didn’t fly away from the force. 

With a crash Nifty flew into the alcohol bar, leaving a mess with broken bottles. Husk frowned, “Oh great.”

The whole crew hid behind the staircase to take cover from the Arch Angel.

Michael whistled. “You seem to grow a liking towards that girl.” He pointed at him then at you, “what happened with Lilith? Cheating on her?” Lucifer gritted his teeth and took a step forward. 

He wants to crush Michael skull on this hellish floor. Drawing an abstract painting in pure Gold on a red canvas.

“That’s none of your business.” Michael gasps at him, holding his mouth with his hand. Acting all shocked. 

You could swear Lucifer was ready to bounce on him.

His devil tail flicked dangerously from side to side.

That’s what Michaels want. 

He wants to see Lucifer loses control and letting his guard down. 

He wants to piss his little Brother off. And Lucifer fell for it. His pride is taking over not thinking correctly.

Your feet carried you towards Lucifer, grabbing his shoulder to stop him. “Luci, don’t. That’s what he wants.” 

He didn’t look your way but stopped in his track. 

This disappointed Michael.

Deep.

Usually this works, it always worked. Why not now?

He came here to have fun with you and Lucifer, but you ruined it for him.

“You are listening now to a random bitch?” 

This was the last straw for Lucifer. No one talks to you like that.

Lucifer flew up to get more speed when he flew back down to kick Michael in the stomach. That send Michael flying towards the nearest house.

Leaving nothing but ruins from the building.

Coughing he looked where Lucifer was, nowhere to be seen.

Confused he threw stones in every direction trying to hit Lucifer. 

Lucifer laughed at this useless attempt. “That’s what you’re doing now? Throwing stones? Who's the Bitch now?”

His heart started to race out of fear.

He whipped his head frantic searching for his enemy. 

A howling laugh vibrated through hell and a crash followed it. 

Lucifer punched Michael hard into the floor letting Michael see black for a minute. 

The earth shook under the force making you slump down at the sudden ground movement. 

Michael spit out one of his Paper white teeth, it was covered in golden blood.

Michael realized that Lucifer got stronger and could easily get rid of him.

But that can’t be true, that’s not fair.

“Fuck.” He screamed as he heard Lucifers laugh from joy.

Michael panicked; he still couldn’t see Lucifer anywhere.

He was scared to death. 

Sweat covered his injured now dirty white skin. His golden head piece had a slight crack in it. 

How can I get away from here? 

Then he remembers.  

you. 

You were his compass right now and Michael can use you.

Use you to cause mental damage to Lucifer.

Lucifer stepped out of the dark, stalking slowly forward like a predator to their prey.

Michael crawled back. His hand slipped on a small rock making him fall on his back. 

Lucifer took the opportunity and charged forward. Michael dodged his attack just in time, flying towards your direction in 200km/h. 

Searching for Lucifer in the distance, you saw someone flying towards you.

Your eyes widen in excitement, thinking it is Lucifer. 

You walked slowly towards him, only to see that this is not your Lucifer. 

This Aura, so dark and it was scary.

It was Michael. 

You started to run to the opposite direction, you knew he would catch you easily if he wants to.

But you won’t give up without a fight.

Michael’s hair was all a mess, he looked like a maniac who lost control.

Blood all over his white attire and dirt all over him. 

He grabbed your wrist lifting you up in the air. 

You screamed, kicking your feet all around you. 

For the first time in decades, you seem scared of heights.

Not having wings comes with fear from heights. Not being available to fly when you fell. Getting crushed by gravity wasn’t exactly how you planned on dying. 

Your scream was quickly caught the attention from Lucifer, out of panic he teleported his way to you. 

His tail swayed dangerous from side to side as he looked at the disgusting mutt of a brother holding you up with your wrist. 

Pain and fear were written all over your demeanor and for the first time in this battle he felt scared.

Scared that he’ll do something to you.

Scared that if he interferes, you’ll die.

Michael Shaked you a bit to piss off Lucifer more. As if you were a mere piece of meat laid on display in an auction house.

Meanwhile he swung you around your sleeve of your dress slipped down revealing the apple mark on your wrist. 

As fast as you could, you tried to pull the sleeve back up, but Michael stopped you. 

Michael raised an eyebrow at you, what was your plan?

He took a glance at the thing you tried to hide, and oh did he never forget that mark. 

You share the same mark like him.

Like Lucifer. 

“Really? That’s all the fuss why you’re doing all of this?” You looked away in shame. 

Michael was to say at least very confused. You were ashamed of being Lucifers soulmate? He would be too, but you clearly enjoy his presence way too much to hate this. 

Then it clicks, “Ohhh, he doesn’t even know.” You bitt your lip, showing Michael that his speculation was Indeed right. 

Lucifer was standing there at his friendlier form, observing the scenery above him. 

He doesn’t know what? 

You knew this would happen at one point. 

You hid it very well the couple days, even though your heart was aching for that man. To tell him the truth.

But you were afraid. Will he reject you? Or does he even enjoy your presence, when he finds out the soulmate bond makes him feel that.

Michael pulled you in front of his face, you two were so close that you could feel his breath on your lips.

“You’re not better than your mother. To keep a secret that huge and so small,” His hand stroked your mark, it started to burn in your wrist making you scream in terror. 

It felt like someone was burning a piece of iron into your cold skin making your blood underneath boil. 

You felt hot and lightheaded.

You wiggled your whole body, trying to get out of Michaels grasp. 

The tears that fell out of your eye collides on Lucifers face; his clawed fist clenched hard the claws shoving into his palm drawing blood. 

Michael ripped a piece off your long-sleeved dress showing your mark towards Lucifer. 

Lucifers eyes widen, no that couldn’t be. 

He searched in your eyes the answer, but you looked away, ashamed. 

And it hurts him. Why didn’t you tell him? 

He unconsciously rubbed his mark on his wrist which started to itch since Michael touched yours.

Now everything made sense for him. 

Why he felt that kind of euphoric, why he felt so in love. Why his heart ached for you every time you’re not there.

That’s why he was so attracted to you. 

And you lied to him. God knows how long. 

He is mad at you, but he won’t lose you out of his anger. 

You were his last chance, his nemesis. 

He must get rid of Michael before he can deal with you. 

Meanwhile you struggled in Michael death grip on your wrist. Your hand felt numb with no blood getting pumped in it.

“I can’t kill you Y/n. But I can cause you pain which will hurt him even more.” His eyes shifted towards Lucifer smiling from ear to ear. 

His laugh that rippled through his ribcage made you cringe.

 His hands let you fall out of his grip. Before you could relax, thinking he would let you go. He grabbed your hair making you wince. 

He pulled out a little dagger and pressed it against your neck. “Let’s see if your blood is still golden.” 

Lucifer flew as fast as he could towards you stretching his arm towards Michael and you. Michaels words echoing in Lucifers brain. Let’s see if your blood is still golden.

But it was too late.

His knife slashed a cut on your neck, golden blood started to gush out and you started to choke on your own blood. 

“No!” 

It was hard to breath, every time you tried to take the oxygen in your lungs, blood filled them which made you cough and choke every time. 

Michael let you go, disgusted that your blood spilled on his cloths. 

He removed his golden strand out of his face smiling widely at Lucifer. 

“Next time I make sure to you two will never see each other. Farewell.” With that he teleported away leaving a mess in hell behind him.

Lucifer punched into the cement where Michael was standing. 

His heart stopped when he heard you choking from your own blood. 

Ache

Rushing to your side he pressed on your wound tight. “Please, please don’t die.” 

All you could feel was pain, and the warmth of Lucifer by your side. 

And there it was again, the warmth of his powers flowing into your system. 

it was calming. Making you almost forget the pain you’re in. 

Lucifer was on the edge of crying. 

Forgetting that you didn’t tell him that you were his soulmate. 

All he could think about is that you were slowly dying.

He feels useless.

Charlie watched the scene, feeling bad for her dad.

He told her that he has a soulmate, someone who is his other half.

But since he fell, he’d never see them. 

It was sad to see his depressed expression when he thought about it.

But now he found out in the middle of the battlefield that he found her. And now he may lose someone precious. His other half. The reason he still had faith.

She looks at her father saying a mantra all over and over again. 

Please don’t die, please, please Y/n don’t leave me. Please.

He felt alone like he did when Lilith left him, but this is not the same. 

You’ll never come back. Leaving him with an empty void in his heart that cannot be filled. 

He survived the void that Lilith left in him. 

But not you, his soulmate that helped him without even knowing. 

Every night he thought of you. Not even in a sexual way. 

He held the duck he made for you tight to his body to feel comforted in some kind of way. 

And it all makes sense. But it may be too late.

Here you were, slowly dying in his hands. Passed out from your blood lost. 

His tears dropped down on your lips making you feel the salty sweet substance. 

An Angel cries.

Your neck wound started to close making him sigh in relief.

you have lost a lot of blood, and it was still life threatening but the bleeding was stopped.

You have a chance to survive this.

He stroked your cheek softly removing the dirt that was on your face. 

He pressed his forehead on yours in a comforting way.

“Please wake up.”

A/n: 👀 Soooo, how y'all doing? Thank you to all who are writing so sweet comments<3

Hope you enjoyed this chapter❤️

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[ameliaenya404]

couldd i request a dabi or hawks short fic or hcs of comforting a user who has night terrors alot?

-🎭

Yess of course!! 🩵🩵🩵 (I couldn't choose who to do so I did both of them 😭)

Dabi has his fair share of experience when it comes to night terrors. Seketo peak haunts his nightmares often, but he's learned to manage them over the years. But when he's abruptly woken up to you screaming, he freaks the fuck out. Once you wake up he's all over you, kissing your tears away. His voice is heavy with sleep as he holds you and whispers sweet nothings to calm you down. He doesn't mind getting up to grab you a glass of water or a cool wet cloth to wipe away your cold sweat. If you don't want to go back to sleep immediately he's perfectly okay with holding you, playing little games with you, or getting you whatever you need to relax. He gives great massages.

Once you've calmed down and your nerves are no longer shot, he'll tangle up with you in bed, keeping you close and pulling you impossibly closer every chance he gets.

"Just remember, doll. You're god in your mind, you're safe here."

Hawks has also had night terrors before, mainly from his commission days. He doesn't view them as a big deal when he gets them because he tends to be desensitized to most things he goes through, ensuring it's fine. But the minute you have them? Public enemy number one. His poor baby, he HATES when you get them because while it's happening there's not much he can do. If it helps he'll turn on the ceiling fan when you get them, the cool breeze slightly making it better. But he feels useless while it's happening until you wake up. He already had his feathers bring him a washcloth and a bottle of water, so he's prepped when you wake up crying or screaming. He calms you down quickly, hero training coming in handy for something atleast. Letting you gulp down your water and breathe for a moment before he tugs you close. Holding you against his chest and kissing your temple, having you rest your head against his chest so you can focus on his heartbeat and breathing. He'll braid and rebraid a small piece of your hair to keep occupied while he tells you how much he adores and cherishes you. Telling you softly that you are safe and how he'll protect you no matter what.

"Rest your eyes, dove. You're safe,"

[desi2go]

Fluffy mornings

pairings: Changbin x reader

Warnings: fluff

summary: you and Changbin enjoy a morning on a day off together.

author's note: Happy birthday Hyunjin!

You loved mornings like this.

Changbin layed next to you. Well, technically, above you. His head layed on your chest while his hands circled your waist. Even his leg was over yours.

He was still deep asleep, even though it was already past eight. It was his day off so he could sleep all day long. And he definitely deserved it.

Yesterday night, you two decided to go to a bar to dance and drink a bit. And if you are honest, you didn't thought that you'll be home late. But that wasn't so bad. It was also your day off.

The sun that perked through the curtains woke you up. As you saw your boyfriend laying on your chest, you couldn't help but chuckle.

Your short king loved to cuddle, especially because you were slightly taller than him, just a few inches.

But every time you cuddle, he demands to lay on top of you. Even in his sleep, he liked that. And you felt so safe in your strong boyfriends arms. He was like a big blanket that was thrown over you and brought you not only comfort but also warmth.

He was your personal heater. Whenever you cuddled, you never need an comforter.

In thoughts, you brushed through his curly black hair, detangling some strands.

In sleep, he sighed and snuggled even more up into you. You smiled and messaged his scalp.

You were so jealous for his beautiful silky hair. You wished, you had such great hair.

You stayed like this for a while until you felt him stirring in your arms. His eyes fluttered open and he yawned. He turned his head and layed his chin on your chest. A sleep driven smile danced over his rosy lips.

"Morning" he whispered.

"Morning, sleepyhead" you answered.

He snuggled further into you. You laughed at his clinginess. "My cussion moves too much" he grumbled at the vibration of your chest.

"Sorry, my love. But I need to go to the bathroom, ya?" Only with protest, he lifts his body from you and gave you free.

Quickly, you jumped out of bed because you knew that Changbin would try to catch you again. You slipped into your house shoes to protect your feet from getting cold.

They were stray kids themed, well technically dwaekki themed. They were pink and on the front was the face printed on them. Even his up standing ears were sewed on the fabric.

You bought them a year ago when your boyfriend was on tour and you missed him so much. Via a video call, you showed them to him and he loved them. Sometimes, you need to fight for them because he wears them too.

In the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and used the toilet. Then, you decided on making breakfast.

You quickly re-entered the bedroom to throw over one of Changbin's hoodies and saw that he was still sleeping. Deeply, you inhaled his scent. It was like coming home. You made your way to the kitchen.

You chose to make some eggs with bacon. Without big noises, you pulled out a frying pan from a cabin. You waited till the pan was heated, then, you cracked the eggs and fried them.

Two strong arms circled around your waist and sneaked under the hoodie.

"You didn't come back" he complained and placed a feather light kiss on your neck.

"Sorry, wanted to make some breakfast" you answered and flipped the eggs.

"Smells amazing" he stated and caressed your sides. "You're wearing my hoodie" he added.

"Yeah, I was cold. Do you like it?"

"Of course, sweetie. But why do you choose a hoodie over me, your personal heater?" He exclaimed.

"It seemed that my personal heater was charging" you answered playfully and fried the Bacon.

"Fortunately I'm here now and can warm you up" he mumbled into the fabric of the hoodie. Even through the thick hoodie, you felt his comforting warmth. Just slightly, you leaned against the strong chest and enjoyed the moment.

You loved mornings like this.

[signedeclipse]

May I please request fluffy and nsfw headcanons hantengu ( and his other forms) with chubby fem s/o? Please and thank you.

Hantengu [X Reader]

In which Hantengu and his clones enjoy their s/o to their fullest.

Hantengu may be horrified, even of literally standing, but he will go to great lengths to make sure other demons don't even so much as know you exist

Think of a hidden away home where you are safe from nosey demon slayers, something he can easily protect from other of his kind and his enemies

The thought of you hurt just kills him, and he climbed the ranks a lot just by having the mindset of living for you

When you're alone, Hantengu is a very possessive person due to his jealousy and envy

He wants you to feel good, he wants to see you depend on him, he knows he could easily overpower you and dangles that over your head, albeit slightly unknowingly

He'll wrap you in his own silky clothes, just to praise your gorgeous body; lots of light scratch marks from his claws

Kind of a sugar daddy energy but he's lovely

Sekido despises his clones and other people, so he is happy just sitting in a room with you alone

You give him peace, and he loves when you'll run your hands through his hair or wash it for him because it helps ease his near permanent headache

You're soft and warm, unlike most the cold stone like individuals he meets, so he likes to rest his head on your chest

Behind closed doors? You know how some guys smack their s/o's ass when they walk by? He lightly zaps yours just to see you jump

Jealous/hate fucking is real with this one, but 10x worse than Hantengu

He wants to see hickeys the darkest they can get, he wants to see you clinging to him that your nails are breaking into his skin, he wants to protect and fuck you into the bed until you can't move

Karaku just adores seeing you fawn over his body

I mean, he mostly shows it off for you, and he loves feeling your fragile hands trace him all over

He doesn't purr but he makes little hissing noises as a way of showing he's happy and really relaxed

While he may be quite the kinky one, nothing beats having you sat on his lap cockwarming him

Seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed when you try to ride him while he stares straight at you only makes him harder

He loves his strength, because he knows no one else could treat you this good, he'd never let them

No, no he won't move his hips, if you want him so bad surely you can fuck yourself onto his cock, come on!

If you frustrate him enough, he'll pin your thighs down and fuck you so hard you'll lose your sight for a couple of minutes

Aizetsu really enjoys being all tangled up with you; he wants to have your arms linked, hands held, so on

He gets really silent once he has you defending him from any of the clones usual harassments, and appreciates you for seeing the good in him

In bed, he's the kind to 'pity' you with his words

"You poor thing, it feels so good you're crying...my poor weak girl can't handle it, can she?"

He'll be physically gentle with you, not much marking or bites, but he will overwhelm you until your eyes are so full of tears because he just loves seeing it

Urogi is just so sleepy with you what can I say

He expels so much energy flying, fighting, using his attack and bickering with his clones that once he's alone with you he just wants you to sleep with him

His wings are very strong but when new feathers come in he likes when you take the time to prune him and break the new feathers shells for him

Might smack you with his wing lightly because he thinks you make a funny noise when you get a face full of feathers

When he gets into a sort of 'heat', he just loves fucking you roughly, hell he will do it out in a wild if he's really feeling it, he wants to get dirty

Just wrap his wings around you so you're nice and snug against him, unable to crawl away as he feels you spasm on his cock for the nth time 

he is very light so it's a lot easier for you to overpower him but he doesn't mind introducing restraints if he needs to

Authors Note - I love Hantengu so much and I have really wanted to get my thoughts out on the clones because a lot of the things I see about them just don't rub me how I would like! Thank you for requesting and please enjoy, Anon!

[hexedrosel-arts]

Thinking about undertale yellow again,

(spoilers below!!!)

It's a tragedy, the prequel to a story with a happy ending, one this story never truly gets, they will get a happy ending, but not when this game ends.

A child on borrowed time is what Clover is. They have Flowey, but that won't do. Some day Flowey will get bored, but Clover can take what they can get. They have a mission after all...

One that was doomed to fail from the start. Clover is a tragedy running on time they can't afford to lose, but they will lose it, we know the ending already. They will die, they are doomed, so was everyone they came looking for. While the run into the chance to find out what happened, we know what happened, Flowey knows what happened, so many know what happened. An ending we can never stop. Not even Clover's friends can stop it, or know it until the end.

Dalv didn't know the child he has befriended will be gone just like another. Does he wish he could have protected them? Just like he did for her, or would that hurt him more? Does he hold his friends a little closer, does he worry they leave just like Clover?(Does he ever wonder if they would have liked Kanako, or the organ concerts he plays now)

Does Martlet ever look at her old puzzles and think about how Clover was so smart to solve them even with their messed up calibrations? Does she start a project and think of them, could they have been her roommate, a happy little kid that can make little wooden blocks with her?(Just like Chujin had). She didn't know that her little Clover was someone who would vanish like a molten rock, like feathers when she's in a rush.(The only time they had smiled was when she gave them a fist bump.)

Starlo gave a little badge, one to never be worn, one that is just as cold as the body it was given to. Did he consider Clover his lucky charm? Does he wear his hat a little lower when he is North Star? Does he do a double take looking at brown cowboy hats, thinking they're right there? Does Starlo pose and then wait for a second, as if someone was following his footsteps for a brief moment? He never knew that he had one moment to hold that kid, Only one moment before the kid become cold.(Does he wonder what the town would be like with them around?)

Ceroba is a tragedy, like lemmings to a cliff, she holds a tragedy's body, whether it be an arm, the body, the body again. All she holds are tragedies. Does she enter her house looking for them, some sign they had lived there before?(Does she see Chujin and Kanako sleeping in her the bed? Clover at the kotatsu messing with the bottom left corner?). Is the mask she has a reminder of them? Is her hand cold from where Clover touched it when she was upset? She didn't know the exact ending Clover got, she didn't think about the attachment, maybe she didn't want to. Maybe the one thing she thinks about, is how she met the luckiest Clover.(She thinks about Kanako just as much, most likely more than she does Clover, maybe she and Dalv think about how she would've loved to meet Clover.)

Axis has seen the end of a human before, an accident, something he was programmed to do. He can't cry or grieve, he may not think about Clover, he has a spouse after all! Who am I kidding. Axis must water the plants in the greenhouse, thinking about that hatted human, the one who won't come back, the one who cared(just like Chujin). Does he repair himself and think of Clover patching themselves up? Does he look at a trashcan lid and think of Clover? Of course he knew the ending humans will face, this wasn't the first time. But he didn't know he would befriend the human, that the human was nice to him. (Does Daisy remind him of Clover? They helped bringing her to him.)

Even thinking about those who aren't main cast:

Does Decibat think about the honorary sentinel of silence that was gone so quickly? Does he sleep thinking about that quiet child who stayed quiet with him for a brief moment?

Does Mo think about how his debt was paid off with the help of a dead kid? Does he continue his business wondering if that kid would be happy to seem him now?

Does El Bailador dance a little quieter to honor this small child he met for a few minutes? Does he wait a moment before continue his dancing, as if there was someone following his movement?

Do the feisty four look at an empty couch and think of Clover sleeping there right with Starlo?(Moray said that Star would have to share, no one would resist the chance to cuddle a sweet soul.) Do they all think about the little deputy who appeared and left so soon?

Does Ed pick up someone and think about how he held Clover a few times before they were gone?(He was never gentle with those hands until after they left) Does Moray practice a song when and think about how Clover never saw them perform?(Would they make a song named after them?)

Does Ace wish he had said he cared for Clover when they got their new(as new as it would be) hat?(He still reminds everyone to take care of their outfits and gear, it keeps him close to Clover). Does Mooch hold the one coin she got from Clover close to her?(The coin is dull in color at this point, she keeps it in her bed for safe keeping)

Does Guardener hibernate thinking about a hatted child who refuses to hurt in her during a scuffed protocol? Does she sleep thinking about how they tried their best not to harm her plants?

They must have mourned a child who was barely there, they came and went. A tragedy for a child who was going to die in the end, the ending we knew but they didn't.

Do you think it hurt? Do you think hurt them to hold the hand of a child whose hand was already cold? To hug them, to give items, to battle? Did they feel cold?

[naffeclipse]

I had a thought while working today since I saw something baby penguin related

What if harpy!y/n already had a lil baby penguin of their own when they meet eclipse? How would reactions ensue, eclipse's, sun and Moon's, and the lil penguin's themself?

Just imagining eclipse marveling how the baby is even softer than y/n-

Oh my gosh, the thought of this is making me melt!

Already parent Harpy!Y/N is hyper-vigilant of any threats to their chick. They keep far from the water and are always cuddling their baby to protect them from the sub-zero temperatures. Their penguin harpy young has soft, gray downy to help her through the cold but it's still not enough without a parent's help. Y/N only leaves their baby to get food and that's only for seconds.

Y/N does notice a prowling siren in the waters. That's all the more reason Y/N evades and hides as far as possible from the icy coast, but the baby needs food. Y/N can't stay away forever. They tremble in fear at what harm a siren might bring to them and their little girl.

Y/N returns from one of those rushed hunting trips, fish in their mouth, when they stop in absolute horror to find a large orca siren holding their baby in his clawed hands and crooning over the soft fluff of the little one. Y/N flies towards their chick—knowing full well that they do not have a prayer in this fight to defend their young—but are gobsmacked when the siren catches them and neatly places their baby back in their flippers.

Eclipse doesn't let the beautiful harpy go. Of course, not. He needs to tell them that he is so thrilled to finally meet them and how lovely their little one is. Y/N is still in panic mode, waiting for the violence to begin and how to shield their little girl from it, but it never comes. Eclipse is all sharp teeth and curiosities. He can't wait to bring the two harpies to meet his adoptive young—what a beautiful family they'll make!

Y/N is still terrified for their baby's sake but Eclipse is so insistent (grabby) and then, oh, there are two siren young. Y/N is tittering between "this siren is going to feed my baby to his babies" and "oh... they look cold..."

It takes a long while for Y/N to be okay with Eclipse holding their baby and to believe that the siren young can be cared for in their own harpy manner, but eventually, they all form a little motley unit!

Sun and Moon are larger than the chick and love grabbing fistfuls of that fluff because that's what they do with harpy Y/N's feathers but baby chick isn't okay with that, so, the little sirens are taught to be gentle. Siren young are a bit more durable than Hapry offspring. The baby chick, however, has two warm and snuggly buddies now.

The little girl harpy is so intrigued by all the commotion! She knows something's not right when her parent isn't happy with the weird black and white fish holding her, but she loves playing with the other smaller fish, and she wants to be tough and play rough like them and sing like they do!!! But she chirps a lot and her notes are quick and shrill. She loves Eclipse like a father and she loves her harpy parent, too.

[sleeplesssmoll]

Schneider returns as a Carbuncle.

This is the first chapter of the Schneider Caruncle fic I've been screwing around with. The whole thing may never make it online, but I can share this bit (until I get embarrassed and delete it).

The story is called Tarocco.

Orange orchards.

Doves in flight.

Bullets and bloodstains.

Her thoughts shifted into abstraction before she could collect them. The river of time flowed steadily and she drifted on its current along with trickles of Dust. How long has she been here? Perhaps she's always been here. It didn't matter since she will never know the answer.

Or so she thought.

A two-dimensional line appeared before her, beckoning her to grab hold. Someone's calling her. She grasped the line and it reeled her out of the currents of time. Dust convened around her, giving her spirit a physical body but it wasn't enough. She needs more before she reaches her destination wherever that might be–

Crimson eyes opened to the sight of a golden spinning wheel. The currents of time were neither cold nor wet as they receded away from her.

“The wheel summoned a Carbuncle?” A voice asked from behind her.

She sprung onto all fours–

Fours. That didn't sound right. She looked down at her chocolate colored paws and then behind her at a ridiculously fluffy tail.

She can't fight like this! She's no bigger than a kitten! How did this happen? She glared at two young women observing her. One's wearing a ridiculous top hat concealing her face. The other had a head of fiery long hair.

“Shall I take care of it, Timekeeper?” The redhead raised her wand. Green eyes honed in on the furball in front of her like a hound on a rabbit.

The Carbuncle extended her claws in response and bared her fangs. She won't go down with a fight against this! This! Old woman!

“That won't be necessary, Sonetto. The wheel must have brought her here for a reason.”

Her words failed to allay the Carbuncle’s hostility. She's been in this situation before. She can't remember when or how, but the feeling of being cornered felt at home in her anxious body.

She's going to slash that stupid hat into ribbons and scratch out her target's eyes the moment she gets closer. If she's lucky, the bodyguard will be too busy helping her friend to chase her while she makes her escape.

Top Hat crouched down on one knee like a prince about to propose. “Hello, my name is Vertin and this is my assistant Sonetto. We're not going to hurt you.” Sonetto nodded but her gaze didn't soften in the slightest. She tensed as Vertin lowered herself within the bristling Critter's reach. Sonetto's free hand gripped the back of Vertin's jacket, ready to yank her away at a moment's notice. What a protective little dog this “Vertin” has.

A memory laced in gold and coated in slime pricked at the back of the Carbuncle's mind but it refused to surface. She's too focused on the opening before her to dwell on them. She approached Vertin cautiously.

The gullible fool extended her hand. “Can you understand us? Nod your head if you can.”

The Carbuncle resisted rolling her eyes. What next, roll over? Play dead? She nodded and nudged the offered hand with her head. Feather light fingertips scratched under her chin in a way that was loathsomely comforting. Stick to the plan. Be strong. She's not a pet! Ugh, this form is messing with her mind and Vertin finding the sweet spot behind her ears wasn't helping her focus. A genuine purr escaped her throat against her will.

“See, Sonetto? She's friendly. We should bring her back with us.”

That snapped her out of her trance.

The Carbuncle locked eyes with her prey, finally able to see past the brim of her hat–

Hair like threaded silver. Tempestuous gray eyes rivaled storm clouds. A sweet splattering of freckles across her nose.

Oh no, she's gorgeous.

Vertin gave a small smile when the Carbuncle nuzzled her hand. “Would you like to come home with me?”

An echo of a memory played in her mind.

“What if I say, I can provide you with shelter?”

The Carbuncle pushed herself into Vertin's arms. Shelter. This person will protect her. She can feel it.

The scent of rain. A red umbrella. A stolen kiss.

Vertin scooped her up and held her against her chest. “I'll take that as a yes. You'll be safe with us while we figure out why you're here.”

The rhythm of Vertin's heart stirred something in the Carbuncle.

“Don't forget my heartbeat on the right.”

The memories slipped away as quietly as it came when Vertin pressed her face into her fluff. An interesting decision for someone she just met. Not that she was complaining.

“She's so soft! Sonetto, you need to feel this.”

Now she's complaining. She hissed as the other girl neared.

Sonetto yanked her hand back. “It appears she only likes you.”

“She'll warm up to you, right?” Vertin said, removing the fluff from her face. “Let's head back with the others and introduce our newest member.”

The introductions to the other members were anticlimactic. It seems as though a Red-Eyed Carbuncle isn't the strangest thing Vertin's brought home.

Vertin gave her a grand tour of her land. Apparently the entire space around them existed in her Suitcase and she provided shelter for her crew of arcanists. She gave them sanctuary like a benevolent lord over their people.

And now Vertin is her lord too.

“And this tower collects Dust,” Vertin explained. The Carbuncle perked up. Maybe if she gathers more Dust she can take on a more useful form! Seeing her excitement, Vertin shifted her in her arms to give her a better view. She knew she was supposed to be admiring the tower but now she's so close to her lord's face.

What a view indeed. Her eyelashes are so long. They reminded her of feathers when she blinked.

“A growing Carbuncle needs their fair share of Dust. I'll make sure you get get your fill.” Ah, what a generous lord. When was the last time someone took care of her? Memories of dollar bills and black coats spilled into her head.

Eleven older sisters. A stressed mother. An unanswered prayer.

She provided for all of them. Does that same family float amongst the currents of time like she did? Her ears flattened against her head as she struggled to put names to blurry faces.

Vertin stroked her head. “Are you alright?”

She isn't.

But she's better off with Vertin for the time being. She'll gather as much Dust as she can until she can find herself again. She purred to assure her keeper that she's fine.

Her lord didn't look convinced. “Maybe Mr. Apple can make a translator for you. He told me stories about a puppy he made one for in the past.”

“Vertin, are you still playing with that Dust bunny?” Regulus shouted from the direction of the main building. The self proclaimed rock pirate raised her shades. Amber eyes settled on the duo. “C'mere and crack open a Dr. Papper with me! It's a new flavor.”

“Ok, but let me show her the orchard first. Last thing, I promise,” Vertin answered. “She's one of us now so she needs the whole tour.”

“She?” Regulus balked. “How can you tell that's a little lady in your arms?”

Vertin looked down at the Carbuncle who met her eyes, just as curious. “I don’t know. It felt right.” She lowered her voice like a guilty child. “Did I get it right or…” The Carbuncle licked her cheek and extinguished her doubts. It's the closest thing to a kiss she can give. “Regulus, did you see that?” Vertin scratched behind her ears again. “I was right. You're such a good girl.”

Tingles ran down her spine. Perhaps life as a Carbuncle isn't so bad.

The burnette shook her head. “Yep, after seeing that I'm convinced that's another girly alright.”

“What do you mean?”

Regulus smirked without elaborating. “Don't keep me waiting too long!” She vanished inside before Vertin could respond.

Vertin tightened her grip on the Carbuncle. “One last stop.”

The orchard had a few different trees. A peach tree, an apple tree, a plum tree. However, near the back was an orange tree.

It smelled like home.

“Do you like this one? It's my favorite too. Tarocco blood oranges. They're supposed to be the sweetest oranges in Sicily.” She walked over to the tree and placed her palm against it with a somber shadow in her eyes. “Sotheby and Druvis made this orchard possible. The trees will bear fruit if we give them a special potion.” She glanced back at her fuzzy friend nestled in her arm. “Although, I'm not sure if you can eat these.”

The Carbuncle would have gasped if she could. She mewled and caressed Vertin's cheek with her own. Simply being near the tree brought her images of a grand orchard. Her…uncle's?

The branches were so high and her hands were so small. An older sister helped her pick the ones out of reach. Another helped her carry the overflowing basket.

The more she struggled the more formless the memories became.

This must be a sign that she is exactly where she is meant to be. Dust, shelter, and bridges to old memories. Vertin was right, she must be here for a reason.

“Are you trying to persuade me by acting sweet?” She received another mewl in response as well as another Carbuncle kiss on her jaw. It worked. “Alright, alright. I'll let you try a tiny bit. If all goes well, you can have more.” She made her way back to the main building. “I never asked your name. Do you have one?”

Probably. But she doesn't remember. She shook her head.

“Is it alright if I give you one for the time being?”

She nodded. Her lord could call her Fuzzball or Pochi for all she cares. As long as Vertin holds her like this, she can be anything. “Tarocco, because you're so sweet.”

It's sappy. Lame. Almost embarrassing.

And it made Tarocco melt in her arms.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hi could you do a Morpheus x reader where the reader is krypton (like supergirl) and they are husband and wife and the reader protects him but the bad guys uses him to get to the reader and they use the green kryptonite which causes the reader to pass out and he catches the reader and carries them to their shared bedroom and waits till the reader wakes up and have a happy ending

Potato Chips

Dream of the Endless x Krypotian!Reader

Summary: "Ah, yeah. I can't seem to catch a break," I groan, "one moment I'm buying potato chips, next thing- BANG! Shot with kryptonite."

Word Count: >600

Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, mervyn 'i will die for y/n' pumpkinhead, nightmare!dream, protectiveness, fluff?, typos, etc.

A/N: hi nonnie i had a similar request to yours before so i did this alshfasfh and i hope you like it (: Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

"My love," is the first thing that my senses register when I relapse into consciousness.

I rouse with a cold sweat. I feel a hot hand on my cheek. My eyes flutter open-- or at least I feel them flutter open. I rub my eyes with my palm and release a groan.

"How are you feeling?" the voice grumbles, deep and loud. It echoes through every crook and chamber; it rings in my ears, effectively waking me up.

I open my eyes, finding I was laid in darkness. I sit up from the cushions and blink rapidly, as if willing the color and light back into my eyes. It doesn't work. But then I see something glimmering in darkness; there were specks of shimmer. Instinctively, I knew it was Dream's eyes.

I reach out to his cheek, "Dream? What's going on?"

The room vibrates when he speaks, "you were hurt."

I straighten up. Yeah, that would explain why I can't see in the dark right now.

I take a moment to think back on the events that happened prior to being submerged in this darkness. Why was it so dark anyway? Am I in the Dreaming?

And then it clicks.

"Ah, yeah. I can't seem to catch a break," I groan, "one moment I'm buying potato chips, next thing- BANG! Shot with kryptonite."

"I removed the shard from your side," he speaks tightly. I do my best to really focus on his face but it was just too dark for me to see.

"Dream, why is it so-"

CRACK! There is a loud creaking sound, followed by a voice that steps in with an orange light, "BOSS!"

A similarly orange pumpkin head draws near. The cigarette in his mouth is lit by the candle in his hand, "I finished the torture room."

"Torture room?" I mumble back.

Dream pulls his face away from me and looks at his scarecrow servant. Mervyn does not look at his master at all, even as he says, "very good."

"Wait- what tort-"

"I ordered every nightmare to have at it with the miscreant who was stupid enough to mess with our lady."

Our lady? So he- "Wait- hold on. Why is there a torture-"

Dream pulling away makes my words go dry, that, and finally seeing his form with the help of the one light in the room. I suddenly wish I hadn't looked. He rose up to the ceiling, body long, spindly, dark, matted in material I couldn't make out. He had feathers? Scales? Horns? Claws? Appendages? He was terrifying; a true nightmare, so much so, when my breath caught in my throat, I am stunned and forced to look away.

"Very good, Mervyn," his voice bellows, making a shiver run down my spine.

I feel him look at me. I cannot look back.

"My love," my Nightmare speaks, "I will return in a moment."

I can only squeak in response.

Slowly, the darkness in the room dissipates. When the light touches us again, I turn to Mervyn, who blows out his candle.

I release a sigh, "what was he?"

"What do you mean, milady?" Mervyn takes his cigarette between his fingers.

"I mean Dream! He was-" I place my hands on my head, "he was horned! And- and gooey and -"

"You mean you actually looked?" Mervyn chuckles in surprise, "wow. Love is wild. I've never once felt inclined to look at my lord when he was in nightmare form," he puffs some smoke, "don't worry. It's not for you. It's for the bozo that shot you."

I raise a finger at that, "so the torture room-"

"My best work to date," Mervyn says, "of course," he begins to walk off, "I had to work last minute and overtime," he grumbles on his way to the door, "but, I mean, at least, for once, it's not entirely irrational-" he slams the door on his way out.

[enrichment-time-in-my-enclosure]

Chapter 4 - Liability

<-last-masterlist-next->

!!Written portion under the cut!!

Izuku lays on the bench next to you as you carefully pluck a soft feather from the back of your wings. You'd need one big enough to wrap his forearm, so it took a bit more effort as you strained to pull it out from the root.

"Does that hurt?" An expression of concern covers the green-haired man's face as you cringe at the sore feeling following the removal.

"Just a bit. I've been off duty for a while due to all the backlash and stuff... so my feathers grew in a bit thicker, and I'm not used to taking them out anymore. Quirk still works like a charm, though."

You carefully wrap his arm, and within a few seconds, it's as good as new.

"holy shit..."

"I guess it takes less time than I expected now. huh.."

Just as Izuku is about to start his energetic tirade about how awesome and helpful your quirk is, a cold hand rests on your shoulder, and a familiar stoic voice speaks in your ear.

"As I said, I need to talk to you. I can't keep this a secret any longer."

Shoto guides you out of the tent and into a more private storage room within the training facility. His face is unreadable, but he has an air of uncertainty that makes you nervous. Shoto is rarely worried like this.

"I'm talking to you here because I know the commission has your phone tapped, and you technically aren't supposed to know about this."

You weren't new to your government-assigned guardians at the commission hiding things from you. Ever since you were a little girl, they kept you entirely out of the know. They proclaimed it was for your own good, but you knew the truth. Like everyone else in the hero world, they saw you as an asset. One that must be kept in perfect order. That meant not informing you of certain important things to avoid stressing your mind...

...or prompting you to think for yourself.

"Is my brother in danger? Or you and the other students?" The words of Mr. Takahashi echoed in your brain.

You'll only become a liability to these people.

"No. Actually, this time, it's only you."

You stiffen at his response.

"Me?"

"Last night, when I was on the phone, I was getting exclusive intel from my father. We have confirmation that All for One and the League of Villains plan to ambush the school with the goal of taking you hostage."

"So what, they want to hold me for ransom or lure in my brother to take him out?"

"They want your quirk."

A chill runs through your body at the thought. The league was extremely powerful. Each member had a quirk that could take you out in seconds. All for One, taking your quirk would be detrimental to the heroes.

The League of Villains would be practically invincible.

"You weren't supposed to know because the commission thought you'd try and surround yourself with us. The way my father was talking about it made it seem like they were more concerned with bad publicity for hero students than your safety."

That tracks.

"So what? They were just gonna let me get taken?"

"Most likely. I'm not sure what the plan was from there. Just be prepared. I'll try to stick by you when I can, but when it happens, I'm not sure what I'm allowed to do."

Great. So the commission was planning on using you as human bait to get the League right where they want them.

This whole plan sounded half-baked to you. All for One could steal a quirk in a matter of seconds. How could they guarantee he wouldn't execute his own plan before you were taken to safety?

"Fuck. Shoto, I don't know what to do now."

"I know. I'll be here. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Overcome with the need to be close to your dearest friend in your moment of need, you wrap your arms around the tall, split-haired man's neck in a much-needed embrace.

Cautiously, he wraps his around your back, resting his chin on your head as he attempts to soothe your worry.

His heart nearly beats out of his chest at your touch.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, Sho?"

"I promised to protect you when we were children... you're always looking after me when I overwork myself and get injured. It's time I put those words into action again."

You look up into his two-toned eyes and feel your heart slow with his breathing.

"To hell with what the commission tells me to do. Anyone who tries to bring harm to my...

...my best friend...

...will meet my flames."

A/n- Finally conflicttttttt!! I'll reveal more of your backstory as we go along!! Obviously the whole Hawks backstory has a massive hand in all of it. Plussssss more todoroki family interaction coming soon (in unexpected ways)

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Hi I am 🪷 Aron from couldninetonine

And I have a request for you if it ok.

Can I request yandere platonic sage , sky, time, warrior, four x child zoni reader.

Like the reader is rauru and queen Soni little baby half breed daughter. Half elf and half zoni. And they found her in her little bubble pod that a flower a lotus. And how they fell for her big doe eyes and big ears. And teaching her the ways and have her call them papa's and how they keep her safe. Please and thank you

omg hi! I love cloudninetonine! It is totally okay to request!

I haven't done a lot of platonic yandere, but this seems fun!

Imagine them calling the boys their papa bc her real dad is dead lmao-

・❥・@lovanmari and @wayfayrr I got some DILF Sage for yall

・❥・Sage as a dad. First off-- who in their right mind is trusting him with a kid?

・❥・Nah, I kid, I kid. When he's given a child, one so small and innocent and one that he connects with? It burns something within him.

・❥・He was a child soldier (I think canonically BOTW Link was in the army by age twelve?), and when he sees this small child who's relying on him? He swears they'd have a better life than he ever had.

・❥・He absolutely refuses to let his child anywhere near anything sharp, too hot, too cold, explosive, etc.. If there's any chance at injury, his flower bud isn't going anywhere near it.

・❥・You know that his kid is eating like royalty. Every single day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. And dessert. And you know that dessert is the best damned thing in the world.

・❥・Sage as a dad is probably just as unhinged, but in more protective way? Lynel look in their direction? Here kid, look at this butterfly, Papa will be right back- He's back within three minutes tops and look! He's got the fur for a new blanket for you!

・❥・Cece tries pinching your cheeks? He's glaring down at her, daring her to try.

・❥・Someone tries offering you a treat because your just so adorable? He knows his kid is cute, nice try. Nothing is getting past him. He's a bit of a helicopter parent.

・❥・Not a bit. It's a lot.

・❥・He loves playing with your big ears, ones that you'll grow into, flopping them about even as you get red-cheeked and angry at him.

・❥・He'll make it up to you eventually :)

・❥・He also spoils you absolutely rotten. He has his rules, yes, and expects you to follow them, but his rewards are things like trips to the Zora Domain or a sand seal ride in Gerudo. Never Eldin. Are you kidding that's an active volcano site?!?!

・❥・The sages are one-thousand percent your personal body guards. You don't go anywhere without your dad and at least one sage.

・❥・Sky is absolutely smitten from the start.

・❥・You look at this man and tell me he's not dad shaped. You can't.

・❥・He doesn't even care to learn what a Zonai is. All he knows is there are none here and your all alone and your his now. He doesn't make the rules

・❥・He is also another protective dad, but he's a little more willing to let you experience the world around you. You wanna see those flowers over there? He's following! You wanna go for a dip in the river? Great idea, he's helping you! You can go explore, but never alone.

・❥・He absolutely introduces you to Crimson right away. Crimson is the perfect co-parent guardian. Crimson is always pulling you into her side, ruffling her feathers and grooming you.

・❥・Like you become Sky's kid and Crimson's chick. They are two halves of a whole soul so it makes sense.

・❥・HFHFDOFDHN imagine sleeping on Crimson's back while Sky leads the two of you through a forest or sum ;^;

・❥・Or soaring through the sky with you pointing at every cloud you pass and Sky harnessing you to his chest while Crimson flies much slower than normal.

・❥・Sky can cook basic things, but he definitely spends more time with village moms and elders learning more.

・❥・He for sure carves toys for you out of wood. Like trains or maybe a doll of Crimson.

・❥・You get the fluffiest blankets stuffed with Loftwing feathers

・❥・Groose is such a good uncle-sidebar. Even if Sky isn't...jazzed about letting you out of his sight, he will trust Groose. For an hour.

・❥・Which he is within earshot of for fifty seven minutes.

・❥・He's kind of torn between letting you be with Zelda-- who adores you-- and not. she's the reincarnate of Hylia. What if you get dragging into the wretched reincarnation curse as well?

・❥・He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy let alone his fletchling.

・❥・Fi for sure has a beacon on you at all times.

・❥・He's more...withdrawn when it comes to first meeting you

・❥・Afterall he's in a war.

・❥・but...so are you. And you are so much younger than he is.

・❥・and what self-respecting parent would let their child wander so far? None that deserve their child.

・❥・So you become his. He doesn't do take backsies.

・❥・When you stutter out that your old, irrelevant, unworthy father was a Zonai, he does take that with some caution.

・❥・But no one even knows what a Zonai is. Ravio has a general idea-- a race blessed by the gods-- but thats as far as he gets.

・❥・That's okay. You were his now and he didn't care what you were. You were perfect just the way you are <3

・❥・Wars as a dad is probably pretty strict. But he lets you out of his sight more than the previous two.

・❥・You get schooled and have friends, but are expected home right away.

・❥・He doesn't like your friends. Not a chance. But because he's such a public figure he needs to give you a semi normal life.

・❥・Which means those dumb friends and parent interventions and schooling and hours away when you could be spending time with him!?

・❥・He probably sneaks you out of school often to go for treats at a bakery or a swim in a river. What are they gonna do, tell the Hero no?!

・❥・Artemis loves you. He trusts her with you while he's dragged away for things he cannot control. She has the power of Sheik on her side and proved her worth to him in battle.

・❥・You definitely have a fairy on you at all times which reports back to him.

・❥・Fours is so fun for one reason and one reason alone.

・❥・the minish.

・❥・They probably are the ones to alert him about your presence, giving their small knowledge of the Zonai race.

・❥・They chirp and chitter at him until he brings you back to the home he shares with his grandpa (Uncle? It's one of the two). The older male was out at the moment leaving Four to figure out what he's going to do with you.

・❥・Obviously he keeps you. No one else can handle such a task! You're so delicate and so rare and the minish already love you.

・❥・So your his. no ifs ands or buts.

・❥・The forge? Off Limits.

・❥・It's too hot with too many sharp pointy things and open flames and its dirty.

・❥・Not for his kid.

・❥・When it comes to cooking, he can do it, but like sky, he's not overly good.

・❥・but! You guys can learn together. Under his strict supervision. Where you sit at the counter. Away from the fires and knives. It's a bonding experience.

・❥・Back to the minish, they love you. They love playing with you and calling your attention away while your dad deals with someone whose watching you a little too closely.

・❥・They leave small trinkets for you all the time! Which four keeps in a box. Because you could choke.

・❥・He's also another one to make your toys! Little metal horses and wooden doll houses.

・❥・If he needs to run out for a few errands or something, he's not leaving you with anyone. Oh no not his kid. No, he's splitting. Two stay with you, three depending on the errand, while the other runs out.

・❥・You aren't allowed the Four sword. Ever.

・❥・He would never wish that upon you. Even if you love the colors and it helps you differentiate between green and red and blue and Violet.

・❥・Thats probably how you learn some of your colors in fact.

・❥・Even as you grow up, you cannot get away with anything. The minish are snitches and it would do you good to learn that. And fast.

[vilavi-2]

Day 2: LoA Damian x Hero Raven

Damiraeweek 2023 @damirae-week

I'm working on a continuation of my Nanda Parbat story from Chap 23 of Feather Collection. I've still got a lot to get through, but here's a sneak peek! (sorry it's a lil rough)

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It’s the middle of Raven’s second winter in Nanda Parbat, just as fiercely cold and cruel as the first. With the Himalayas locked in an icy grip, most stewards and soldiers have been reassigned to warmer, more productive posts. Only a token force of loyal elites remains at the compound to keep the elemental damage at bay and protect it from anyone foolish enough to brave the snowed-in passes, icy climbs, and whiteout stormy skies. And should all those defenses fail, it would only bring them face-to-face with Ra’s and Qalb al Ghul, ready to defend their seat of power.

It’s the best winter of his life, Damian decides, pale green eyes locked implacably on hers. Raven narrows her own back at him before dropping them to the fan of playing cards in her hands. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, and he can feel the slight tap of her foot next to his thigh. She has so many tells, it’s hard to pick his favorite. Still, he doesn’t let his gaze wander to appreciate the bare legs on either side of him, or the flash of Raven’s chest and collar through the loosened pankou knots of her blouse. He instead sits cross legged in front of her with deliberate stillness until she plucks two cards from her hand and lays them face down on the mattress. 

“Two,” she says with casual confidence. Damian deals them to her obligingly, smirking at the victorious glint in her eyes when she studies her new hand. It’s not that Raven is a bad liar, or easy to read. It’s that it never even occurs to her to hide from him anymore. As it should be, beloved. Damian looks at his own cards, and exchanges three of them, face devoid of expression as he returns to scrutinizing her.

“Well?”

“I’m in,” Raven replies in that same confident tone. “Robe.”

His lips tick up slightly and Raven betrays a slight hesitation, instantly looking back at her cards as if to make sure she saw them right. 

“Call. Shirt.” He motions to her to show her hand and she bites her lip again before slowly turning them around. A flush of diamonds. Damian gives an approving nod. “That’s good,” he tells her. But judging from her light frown and the accusation in her violaceous eyes, she knows she’s beat. He shows her his hand, finally allowing himself a victorious smirk. Full House. “But not good enough.”

Raven’s glaring — pouting, really — but she still undoes the knots down her front and lets him push the garment off her shoulders. Only four rounds in and she’s down to her bra and underwear. Damian hasn’t even gotten his robe off yet.

"How did I let you talk me into this?" she grumbles, hugging her chest and rubbing her arms. A hearth and several well-fed braziers keep the worst of the cold out, but her skin is still breaking out in gooseflesh, disrobed as she is. Raven’s practically sitting in his lap already, so it’s easy to pull her the rest of the way, settling her against his chest and curling both arms hard around her. She burrows into him, as she always does. 

“I have no idea why you agreed,” Damian answers, smiling to himself. “You have no aptitude for games, ya amar.” She grumbles an incoherent, indignant sound. He drops a kiss on her bare shoulder. 

Nanda Parbat is on winter rations. Rice and millet, salted meat, pickled vegetables. None of her precious teas or anything resembling a delicacy has been able to get through in months. There’s a few cases of amber wine held in reserve to help prevent anyone up here from getting too bored or stir crazy. Not anyone’s idea of a good time.

Except that Raven's here, with him, and unlike last winter when they were still bound in secrecy Damian doesn't have to worry about a future where she might not be. Her crown hangs on one of their bedposts, glinting in affirmation of that fact.

Definitely the best winter of my life, he thinks.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Parley part 4

Some fuckery going on here. Fucked up magic, shadow sex, a possessive, furious devil. You've been warned...

'I'd ask you the same question, little mouse.' Raphael stared at the darkness pouring from her mouth. 'Your eyes...' His own widened in awe, and he seemed unable to help himself. Drawn inexorably forward, he kissed her again, fingertips tightening on the scars he'd left on her shoulders. Tav felt the darkness within her snarl, a stinging crash of cold against the devil's invading tongue. He reeled back again, gasping.

Tav could say nothing. She was merely a vessel for something raging within, a screaming, territorial magic. She watched as the darkness cradled her body, a physical barrier between her and the master of the house.

'Whatever I do with this cage,' said Raphael, wide-eyed, 'I cannot get at you, and it is your soul that I want... why can't you come of your own free will?' He surged forward, his hands still on her shoulders, now entirely shrouded. It seemed to hurt him, but he only dug in his claws, rutting against her desperately. 'But if this creature within will not set you free, I will be the one. Come to me, here. Here, in this bed. Let me melt away the cold.' His lips found the pulse in her neck, and the strange hostile magic in her heart surged out; Tav was barely aware of what was happening, only that the devil was screaming, clawing at his throat.

Tav stared in horror as he doubled over, coughing up clouds of dark. The shadows around her moved to shroud her entirely, tendrils creeping up her thighs, making her jerk back at their icy touch. She cried out and the devil's head snapped up, his eyes furious as they found hers.

'Oh, little mouse, I fear you have underestimated your wizard,' he growled. 'Malevolent, deep magic like this... he's protecting you from me. And worse...' He yowled in frustration. 'He can touch you.'

It was true. The shadows curled around her throat, pressed like thumbs to the creases at the tops of her thighs, like fingers into her mouth. Cold, everywhere. It stroked over her tongue, pushed between her thighs, tightened around her wrists. Raphael watched in horrified fascination as Tav's cries were muffled, gooseprickles erupting over her entire body; she was veiled in darkness now, shivering against the cold.

He's been lying to you, came Raphael's words, unbidden.

'Stop!' snarled the devil, reaching to pull Tav from the tangle. It only held her tighter, surging into her throat and curling in her belly, relentless and unable to tire. Her back arched off Raphael's bed, her hands crushed into his sheets, and he could only watch helplessly as she came with a wordless scream, with nothing to do with him at all. As though having proved the point, the shadows dissipated. Tav lay, chest heaving, gasping.

'Enough.' He was furious. Her somewhat fragile state forgotten, he loomed over her. 'Tell me you want to leave,' he said, a commanding ring to his voice. 'Tell me you don't want this. Tell me now.'

Tav shook her head. 'I can't.' It was fascination or something else, she wasn't sure, but she was content to remain where she was. The shadows threatened to spill over but she ignored them. Perhaps once will be enough to sate his curiosity. One time.

The devil did not need more than that. Frenzied, he grabbed her by the hips, lifted her as though she weighed only a feather, and thrust inside her, growling with satisfaction as she screamed. He crushed their lips together again, pulling at her bottom lip, held her wrists over her head as he slammed into her over and over with wild abandon. She was soft and pliant, already spent, so he moved her as he wanted, her body small in his infernal hands. He dwarfed her, but she was strong. She could take it. The cries and whimpers that he pulled from her were sweet as nectar, the plush give of her yielding so deliciously to him.

'Those boys know nothing,' he hissed into her ear. 'Tonight you're mine.'

She did not tell him that even as she came, even as he spilled inside her, the shadows were roaring in triumph inside her chest.

This is what you wanted, she thought as Raphael lay beside her, still within her. But why, Gale?

Why?

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[flutteringfable]

i’m having corrupted and dragon (you decide if those are separate aus or not) venti on the brain uh…. rb/comment with your finest headcanons and/or fic recs,,,,

here’s some hcs as payment <3

dragon venti!!

has dark blue horns and a tail. his tail has feathers and scales, think kinda like dvalins!

purrs when he’s happy!!!! i love the idea of him wrapped around you and purring so loud he sounds like a motor

will pull you close with his tail if he’s feeling protective. just wraps it around your waist and *yoink*

also just likes having his tail wrapped around you in general. it’s very soft, and his tail scales are more like those of a snake, so it’s surprisingly comfortable!

he can keep his wings hidden with his magic, but sometimes if he’s especially excited or irritated they’ll appear so he can flap them.

has some scales on his face and in various places on his body. depending on how much dragon he’s showing, they get sharper or softer. typically they’re snakelike, like his tail scales.

he’s really warm, despite not having fire abilities. if you’re cold, he’s happy to sprawl out on top of you and act as a blanket!

likes to make nests out of blankets and your clothes. missing a favorite shirt? well, too bad, it’s venti’s now.

dragons are typically protective of their nests, even if they know the person approaching doesn’t mean any harm, but venti is immediately happy to let you snuggle up in his. sometimes asks if there’s anything you’d like added, since you spend so much time napping with him there.

corrupted venti!!

gonna preface this by saying i do NOT have a background in writing possessive/yandere characters so sorry if this turns out a little cringe or not as spicy and edgy as you’d like lmao

despite being corrupt, he’s still the god of freedom. you’re never restrained from exploring or hanging out with other people, but venti does request that you at least let him know when you leave.

likes to be around you whenever he can, probably scares people a little as he stares at them from behind or beside you.

loves days when he can have you all to himself. don’t expect to get up at a reasonable time; venti’s gonna hold you so close that the comfort (and basically being trapped) will keep you in bed.

since you’re around him so much, you probably end up falling into corruption as well. maybe not as majorly as venti, but still enough to notice.

will protect you at all costs. will show up literally anywhere and everywhere to keep you safe, and celestia help whoever or whatever decided to attack you, because venti won’t be offering mercy.

[arkiwii]

I saw in one of your other posts that you said you had so many headcannons about Silence's bird arms. I'd love to hear some of them if you have the time! (Love how you draw her btw <3)

ow man the Silence's wings headcanons, on my way to throw them at ur face, hope you will enjoy them

So of course I go from the principle she can shapeshift her arms into wings and arms whenever, which is pretty much canon already

but i have headcanons on when and why she shapeshift them;

- when needing to feel comfortable. It helps her to destress, it's quite comfortable and soft to feel feathers, and well, it literally lifts a weight off her shoulders, since wings are lighters than arms. So it tends to also happen when she's sleepy

- when feeling cold, of course hands tend to freeze, but not feathers! keep her arms all warm and can be used as a big wing blanket protection. well sadly, because it's owl wings, so owls feathers, she avoid showing her wings when it's raining, because owls feathers aren't waterproof, they get all soggy. on the contrary, she rather have arms when it's hot, but sometimes can use wings to fan herself

- bird hugs! yes what, she enjoys giving wing hugs sometimes, they're soft and comfy, especially to Ifrit, mom bird behavior. and since she's not very tactile, having wings rather than arms make it less awkward to her

- when surprised or scared, it's kinda instinctively that it happens. so it can lead her to drop whatever she has in her hands at this moment. thankfully, it's hard to surprise her because she has a very good hearing, but Kafka sometimes managed to, leading to some experiments being lost on the ground...

- to assert dominance. yes, she does the defensive owl pose. she's so short and small, so she tries to make herself look bigger, especially when arguing with Saria (who thinks this is very cute). it doesn't really work because she just become a fluff ball, but it can be impressive, probably

- she would also tend to lose feathers due to stress, she can sometimes have the habit to pick her own feathers when really nervous or stressed, which is of course not very healthy, it's good to stop her when you spot her doing it. she tries to not but habits aren't all easy to get rid of

- a last one because I was talking about it yesterday, special wing sleeves! basically, i imagine her clothes are made in a way to allow her wings to be free with a zipper, example image i did