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literaryvein-reblogs · 7 months ago

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what are some ways to describe people other than eye and hair color

I am assuming you are looking for physical descriptors. Here are some examples. I may just make a different post on psychological descriptors.

Arms: Long, Muscular, Pudgy, Short, Skinny, Thin

Back: Bent, Hunched, Ramrod Straight, Rounded

Build: Anorexic, Athletic, Beefy, Brawny, Burly, Chubby, Coltish, Compact, Fat, Gangly, Gaunt, Gawky, Haggard, Heavy-set, Herculean, Husky, Lanky, Lithe, Muscular, Obese, Overweight, Petite, Rangy, Reed-like, Scrawny, Skinny, Slender, Slight, Solid, Spindly, Statuesque, Stocky, Strapping, Sylphlike, Taut, Thickset, Thin, Trim, Underweight, Voluptuous, Well-built, Willowy, Withered

Cheeks: Blushing, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Disturbed, Glorious, Glowing, Hairless, High (cheekbones), Hollow, Honey, Livid, Pale, Pallid, Pink, Plump, Puffy, Radiant, Reddened, Rosy, Rounded, Ruddy, Shining, Smooth, Soft, Sun-burnt, Sun-bronzed, Sunken, Sun-tanned, Tanned, Tearful, White

Chin: Angular, Bony, Bumpy, Chiseled, Defined, Doughy, Firm, Protruding, Round, Smooth, Soft, Square, Strong

Ears: Jug-like, Large, Protruding, Tiny

Eyebrows: Arching, Bushy, Emphasized, Near, Spaced, Thick, Thin

Eyelashes: Artificial, Beaded, Beautiful, Blinking, Dark, Dark-fringed, Dense, Dusky, Heavily-fringed, Long, Mascaraed, Sandy, Sooty, Sopping, Tear-drenched, Thick, Uplifted

Eyes: Almond-shaped, Bright, Bulging, Expressive, Frightened, Gentle, Languishing, Little, Luminous, Made-up, Round, Shining, Shortsighted, Smart, Stunned, Thin, Wide, Woeful

Face: Baby, Blood-stained, Bold, Chiseled, Contorted, Dead, Expressionless, Fair, Familiar, Fierce, Flat, Frightened, Furrowed, Honest, Indifferent, Little, Pale, Poker, Pretty, Radiant, Rough, Ruddy, Sallow, Square, Stained, Swollen, Trim, Weather-beaten, Wry

Feet: Athlete's, Big, Flat, Pigeon-toed, Small, Sore, Stinky, Stubby, Swollen

Fingers: Gnarled, Long, Short, Stubby

Finger Nails: Bitten, Broken, Claw-like, Dirty, Hooked, Long, Painted, Sharp, Talon-like

Hair: Afro, Bald, Beehive, Braided, Bristles, Bun, Chignon, Coiffure, Combed, Corkscrew, Corn rows, Cowlicked, Crew cut, Curly, Disarrayed, Disheveled, Dreadlocks, Dry, Flattop, Flecked, French braid, French twist, Fringe, Greasy, Grizzled, Knotted, Layered, Locks, Matted, Messed up, Mohawk, Mussy, Muttonchops, Neat, Oily, Page boy, Perm, Pigtails, Plait, Pompadour, Ponytail, Ragged, Receding, Ringlets, Ruffled, Shaggy, Shorn, Shoulder-length, Skinhead, Spiky, Split-ended, Straight, Tangled, Thick, Thinning, Tidy, Topknot, Tousled, Twisted, Uncombed, Unshorn, Untidy, Wavy, Wiry, Wisps

Hand: Big, Elegant, Small

Height: Big, Knee-high, Medium, Short, Shoulder-high, Sky-high, Small, Tall, Towering, Waist-high

Legs: Amputated, Bandy, Bony, Bowed, Brawny, Bulging, Fluted, Gartered, Gouty, Graceful, Hacked, Hairy, Jagged, Knotted, Leaden, Long, Lower, Muscular, Pitiful, Rickety, Shapely, Shivering, Short, Sinewy, Slender, Slim, Spindle, Stockinged, Sturdy, Thin, Thread-like, Tinder, Tiny, Toothsome, Tree trunks

Lips: Blue, Cracked, Cupid's Bow, Downturned, Dry, Fat, Full, Grim, Large, Luscious, Parched, Parted, Red, Ruby, Small, Smiling, Thin, Wet

Mouth: Arch, Ascetic, Baby, Cavernous, Churning, Compressed, Cooing, Coral, Cracked, Cruel, Delicate, Dumpled, Distended, Dry, Fine, Firm, Frothy, Full, Funnel-shaped, Gaping, Grim, Handsome, Hungry, Insistent, Irritable, Large, Luscious, Munching, Musty, Perilous, Puckered, Querulous, Relaxed, Resolute, Sardonic, Sensuous, Serious, Slobbering, Small, Sulky, Sweet, Tender, Thin, Wide, Winsome, Wrinkled, Yawning

Neck: Bullnecked, Elegant, Long, Short, Swan-like, Thick

Palm: Broad, Oval, Rectangular, Square

Skin: Acned, Alabaster, Albino, Apricot, Black, Blemished, Blistered, Blooming, Blotchy, Blushing, Bronzed, Cadaverous, Calloused, Caramel, Clear, Craggy, Cream, Ebony, Fair, Flush, Freckled, Glowing, Greasy, Ivory, Jaundiced, Leathery, Lily-white, Lined, Milky, Mottled, Nut-brown, Olive, Pale, Pallid, Pasty, Peeling, Pimpled, Pink, Pitted, Pockmarked, Red, Rosy, Rough, Ruddy, Russet, Sallow, Scabby, Scarred, Smooth, Splotchy, Spotty, Sun-burnt, Tan, Wan, Waxen, White, Wrinkled, Yellow

Stomach: Bulging, Distended, Empty, Firm, Flabby, Flat, Heroic, Hollow, Lean, Paunchy, Protruding, Unbounded

Teeth: Artificial, Black, Blunted, Buck, Canine, Chattering, Clenched, Clinched, Compressed, Crooked, Dagger-like, Dazzling, Decayed, Deciduous, Extracted, False teeth, Feeble, Ferocious, Filed, Flashing, Fluoridated, Foam-laced, Fractured, Gap-toothed, Gleaming, Glistening, Glittering, Gnashing, Goofy, Grinding, Hooked, Horrid, Ivory, Jagged, Lacquered, Large, Milky, Mottled, Neglected, Pearly, Perfect, Pretty, Protruding, Razor-like, Sharp, Shining, Short, Small, Snowy, Sore, Spaced, Straight, Sweet tooth, Tender, Tiny, Toothless, Toothy, Ugly, Unrelenting, White, Wisdom, Wolfish, Yellow

Hope this helps! If it does, do tag me or send me a link to your writing. I'd love to read your work.

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helenaperezgarcia · 2 years ago

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Mid-sized transitional backyard tile and rectangular lap hot tub photo Picture of a medium-sized transitional backyard with a rectangular lap hot tub

#front entry #white brick #pool #dark windows #black windows #bronze windows #painted brick

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stargrltara · 1 month ago

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MDNI 18+

MOONLIT BEAMS PAINTED THE APARTMENT IN AN ETHEREAL HUE, your body thumping on the couch beneath you, wooden floorboards creaking lightly as the sound echoed across the four walls. Your fingers drew lazy circles around the neck of the bottle of whiskey, before taking a deep swig, your throat setting ablaze at the burn of the alcohol.

The thudding at your door was unfortunately familiar. It’s like clockwork, once a week, maybe twice if he’s feeling eager. You love it, your body loves it. He always comes to you specifically, maybe other women but you’re never sure since the way he pleasures you sometimes makes you feel like the only woman in the world. Sometimes.

“—Open the fucking door.” a voice emerged from behind the door, an impatient edge in his tone. You huffed at his inconvenient timing before pushing yourself off the leather and moving to open the door.

Your arms crossed over your chest, blocking the entry as you just glared up at him through narrowed eyes. “You’ve got impeccable timing.” your tongue rolled sarcastically as you shifted slightly for him to shrug past you; and he just scoffed ignorantly.

“..what do you want, Jason?” you bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation as you leaned against the now closed door as he stood in-front of you, his broad frame towering over you and creating a gloomy shadow to rake over your body.

“You know what I want.” his voice was stern, almost assertive as if he left no room for debate. His crimson helmet glistening as soft beams reflected through the windows and his auburn eyes slithered along the shape of your body. The way your hair was slumped over your shoulders, only slightly covering your toned collarbones. Down to the baby tee you threw on along with the shorts, and those slippers you begged him to buy you; the pink bunny ones with the cute little bows.

He didn’t miss the way your eyes were faintly drooped, as if were a little intoxicated. You shifted in your stance at his staring, the silence thick and tension swamping your lungs. Your lips pressed toegther before you spoke up, speaking over the constant trickling rainfall slapping against the glass windows. “I don’t think so, honey.”

Right, you were standing your ground this time, playing ‘hard to get’. I mean, you seriously weren’t gonna let Jason take advantage of you everytime he’s horny after patrol. But the way he looked, just peering down at you with his rugged exterior.

His jet black hair sticking to his forehead as he discarded his helmet, the cool steel placed in the palm of his hand as he raised a single brow at you. His bronze jacket wrapped around his shoulders and his suit drenched in water. “That whiskey messin’ with your head?” he scoffed, head cocking to behind him gesturing to the bottle left on the coffee table.

You scoffed right back at him, shrugging past his broad figure, elbows colliding with his muscle as you sat at your couch, taking the bottle in your grasp. “You gotta ask more politely.” He narrowed his eyes at you skeptically, loud steps ricochet along the walls, “Ah, I see.”

His steps inched closer until he was standing with crossed arms above you, your piercing eyes fluttering fiercely at him: undoubted fire behind your orbs, the ember now seeping down every place in your body.

“—was never one for manners, doll.” he muttered low and rough, the nickname rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, as if it was just a conscious act. He tilted his head at you, playing into your game he landed on the couch with a thump, plopping next to you and taking the bottle from your hands, fingers brushing sending electric jolts to spark through both of your bodies.

He took a long swig from the bottle, lips dancing at the rim before pulling away, the alcohol burning his throat and sending chills down his body, hairs on his forearms raising. “..maybe you should consider learning.” your breath stammered watching him drink the whiskey, the action so alluring and attractive yet so tough.

Jason's eyes flicker to you as you scoot closer to him on the couch, you find yourself melting into the pit of lust and desire; his body tensing in response to your proximity.

He tries to maintain his stony expression, but it's obvious that your presence has an effect on him. He takes another sip of his whiskey, his mind warring between the desire to keep you at arm's length and the overwhelming need to pull you closer.

He turns slightly in his seat, facing you more directly, his eyes watching you closely as you close the gap between you. “No, thanks.” he gruffed coldly, fingers tighten around the whiskey bottle, the scent of your skin and the sound of your voice washing over him like a wave. His mind grows hazy, his thoughts swirling in his head as his attention is primarily focused on you.

Your eyes rolled at him, but there was undeniable tension and yearn in the rough of his voice. His abruptness and blunt tonecaught you off guard when he spoke, “Keep rollin’ your eyes at me ‘n i’ll make them stay like that.”

And suddenly, you felt the whiskey adjusting your mind; almost tormenting you as you could feel yourself giving into Jason’s games. The way his legs widened at his slouch position on the couch, big arms stretching to rest behind your head. He noticed your blazing gaze, the fire in your eyes almost burning through his skin.

Silence corrupted the atmosphere like a plague, and you shifted closer and closer until the barrier between your bodies was broken and you felt the warmth of his figure washing chills down yours.

He placed the whiskey down on the coffee table with a loud thud, your gaze faltering for a bit before he leaned in and ran his palm down your soft cheek. His fingertips grazed over your skin so lightly, and you couldn’t help but connect your lips with his.

The kiss started slow, deliberate and passionate. Your lips interlocked with each others, his tongue stroking yours ever so lightly. Though, the air grew thicker, and so did his desire.

He snaked his hands down your chest, finding your waist before pulling you into his lap; grip firmly on your hips. Your lips stayed connected , but you pulled away for air, taking a short breath and letting your eyes rake over his sharp features; lips parted and his eyes full of lust and hunger.

He couldn’t wait for you, he was eager. His palm pushing the back of your head into his as he kissed you again. Although, this time it was different, rough, even. His tongue darted out to lick your jaw and throat while he grazed his hands down to your hips as you began rocking against his.

The growing erection his pants became more and more harder by the second, and you could feel it. The dangerously massive length underneath you pushed against your heat.

You easily melted in his touch, your guided movements and sloppy kissing becoming more primal, more intense. You deepened the kiss, head pushing further into his and he groaned into your mouth rawly. That familiar sound sending electric waves into the pool forming in your stomach, fueling the heat and hunger.

His hands snaked up to pull at the hem of your shirt; struggled rapid movements. He became impatient and ripped the fabric off of you, “—what the fuck?!” a short gasp escaping your lips in shock at the sudden movement. “I’ll buy you a new one, doll.” he grunted after noticing your expression at the ripped shirt.

You nodded, mind too hazed to even worry before he leaned into your neck, laying warm, open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin. Breathy gasps left your mouths while you were grinding harder on his clothed abdomen.

Jason pulled you off of him, laying you on the couch and leaning over you, admiring your beauty as you looked messy, intoxicated. Thick fingers pushed a hair behind your ear before he pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground and unbuckling his belt.

Before you knew it, you were both naked, and he licked a long stripe from your throat down to the valley of your breasts all the way down to your abdomen, and he stopped right above your cunt. He spread your thighs gently, kissing the soft flesh. “mm..”

You let out light moans, but you were also eager for the his dick, so you interlocked your fingers in his hair and pulled him up. He glared up at you, brows furrowed. “..I want you, Jason.”

He chuckled dryly, jet black hair tickling your stomach. “Patience, doll.” he muttered lowly, another small kiss above your cunt, he was teasing you, making you desperate until you’d give in. “Patience..” he whispered again, eyes slithering down to your soaked cunt.

His tongue darted out, licking your warm folds, and laying sweet kisses there. He continued to tease you, to make you sigh in frustration and lust.

“—jasonnnn..” you whined, knowing he wasn’t gonna give you what you want, but to your surprise, he began to spread your folds, licking a stripe on your bud. “ohh— fuck..” you let out a breathy moan, his tongue dancing on your clit.

Jason was feral. He was lapping at your cunt, teeth grazing over your clit only making you wetter. His hands gripped on your inner thighs, keeping you in place and attempting to reduce your squirming. “Quit movin’ , baby.” Maybe the whiskey was making you feel more, making you feel every single inch of his mouth on you.

Your fingers were clasped onto his head, manicured nails scratching his scalp and pulling on his hair for some sort of relief. Your gasps and hiccups were loud, moans even louder. “—fuck!!” he was brutal, his pace was so rapid and he was eating you out like you were his final meal.

Your moans only fuelled his ego, and he spat onto your cunt, the saliva hitting you cruelly before shoving two thick digits inside of you. You sucked his fingers in so well, your walls tightening around him while he continued to abuse your clit with his tongue.

His tongue was relentless and rapid, carrying no mercy for your state. You were literally seeing stars while he devoured you, pushing his head deeper into your juices and sucking on your bud. You were squirming, and his hands clasped down onto your thighs even firmer, bruising.

He groaned into your cunt intensely, almost animalistic while your gasps were short and breathy. He curled his fingers inside of you, plunging them in and out repeatedly while you were moaning so loudly you were sure your neighbours weren’t pleased.

You couldn’t control your squirming when he was shoving his head into you and lapping at you so roughly and sloppily. He pulled away, glaring up at you as you propped yourself up on your elbows. His chin glistened with your juices, the city skylights reflecting on his strong, features. Though his brows were furrowed as if he was irritated at your moving. “—told you to stop fuckin’ movin’ .” he grunted lowly, eyes narrowing at you.

“..i’m sorry, jay— it’s just..” your chest heaved while you gasped for air, he didn’t even let you finish your sentence before he continued to destroy your cunt. “mm— so good! “ A whimper escaped your lips as his tongue ate you out like a man starved, and your moans grew louder and louder.

You were screaming his name, losing control and a whimpering mess. He scoffed into your cunt when he heard your breathy gasps grow louder and harder, knowing you were closer and knowing you were completely at his mercy restrained beneath him.

His fingers worked faster, plunging in and out harder as he pulled his head back to watch your expression; mouth formed in an ‘O’ shape while your head completely thrown back.“—lemme hear ya’“ he murmured lowly, staring at you intensely while his thick digits abused your cunt.

Your walls squeezed him so perfectly, his pace was so fast yet so amazing. Your moans grew pornographic, and lustful as your hips lifted up and down from the couch, you were so close. “C’mon, sweetheart.” his voice was nothing but a blur, your mind too hazed to comprehend his words.

Your orgasm hit you hard, moans and gasps bouncing off the walls as he watched you turn into a melting mess underneath him while your cum spilled from your cunt, seeping down onto the couch. “..there we go.” he groaned in satisfaction before leaning down, sucking and licking all of your juices, before his tongue flicked over your sensitive bud, not caring for the state you’re in.

He forced you to take raw intensity of the aftershocks, working you through them as your hands darted down to push him away, overstimulated. His hands flew up to yours, pinning them to your stomach as he kept his filthy pace on your clit; groaning into you.

Once he was done, he pulled off with a soaked chin, you were completely wrecked. Hair a mess, eyes all puffy from whimpering and crying and your breath panting. You were surely too tired to even actually fuck him, but to your surprise, he grabbed you by your ankles and flipped you over onto your stomach.

You let out a grunt as the man flipped you over roughly, “Don’t worry, i’ll go easy on ‘ya.” was all he said before slamming into you. Your walls clenched him in uncontrollably, and you were already soaking wet. Lewd slaps and slick filled the atmosphere.

Your groans turned into moans, which faded into short gasps and whimpers as you felt yourself getting closer. Jason’s fingers dug into your hips, lifting you up slightly from the leather as he hit deeper into your cervix. As he hit your sweet spot, he groaned almost pornographically at the feeling of being so deep inside of you. “You feel that, baby?”

You could only hum a strained groan in response, mind fuzzy and dumb from his raw, filthy thrusts. “What was that, doll?” His digits snaked up your hips, and to your lower abdomen where he felt his bulge inside your stomach. A low, gruff chuckle erupted from his throat as you gasped at the feeling of his fingers pressing into it. “Fuckk..” he grunted, “‘m gonna fill this pussy up so good.”

You gasped his name softly as you felt yourself getting closer, and he hummed in a faux sympathetic tone. “Jason— jay.. so.. so close..” your eyes rolled back, and your fingers dug into whatever you could manage to grip onto.

“That what you want, baby?” His cock was hitting your sweet spot so deliciously, so deep and hard. “..you want me to put a baby in you?” His pace fastened, asks he let out a guttural moan at your pussy fluttering around his cock, earning for his to twitch in response.

He pulled out before you could orgasm, and he flipped you onto your front, staring right into your puffy eyes from tears hinting at the edges. “—Want you to look at me while you come.” he panted, chest heaving and hair sticking with sweat. He immediately drove back into you, nestling himself so sweetly inside. His hands gripped your sides as he pulled you onto his thrusts, skin slapping.

Your eyes kept shutting, the whiskey was getting to your head and you felt a slight buzz; cock drunk. His fingers down, “—fuckin’ look at me.” grasping onto your chin roughly so your eyes can shoot open. His expression was focused, brows furrowed and bottom lip bit between his teeth as he tried to his back his moans.

Though, it was short lived as he leaned down, hands now holding you tight as he mating pressed into you, and your nails came at his back, scraping mercilessly as your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape.

“mm..” he let out a moan. Then another. And then another which was deeper, more primal. He dug his face into your neck, “So fucking perfect.” he muttered, inhaling your scent and licking a stripe to your ear while he let out all his grunts, moans and slight whimpers.

“—Right there, jay !!” you moaned loudly, and he pulled his head out of your neck to glare into your eyes. His emerald orbs glistening in the dimmed lighting.

He moaned lowly, many gasps of pleasure escaping your lips while hispace getting uncontrollably faster; his tip twitched inside of you, your walls squeezing him in. “Gonna be a good girl ‘f me?”

You whimpered, nodding as you glare at him through drooping eyes, tears dried at your flustered cheeks. “Go on then, come on my cock.” he gasped as he felt your juices spill from inside of you, now coating the leather. The moan you let out was almost dangerous, it was loud and came from the heart. You were sure the windows and mirrors were gonna shatter.

“Shit..” he groaned as he painted your walls white, orgasm hitting him hard. So hard that his head collapsed onto your neck, and your fingers came up to scratch the back of his hair. Small mutters and praises of sweet nothings left his lips while he moaned at the feeling of your nails on his scalp.

After moments of intensity, he pulled out slowly, glaring down at the mess that was left before he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“..do we have to clean this up?” he muttered, brow raising as a low chuckle left your throat, though you were so exhausted. “..’s not gonna clean itself, idiot.” He patted your hip, allowing you to rest knowing he fucked you dumb as he cleaned the area. The small gesture making your heart pound as you watched him through half lidded eyes.

He stopped abruptly, thinking for a moment before glaring down at your state, an amused smirk on his pale lips.

“—Can we order take out?”

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venusincleo · 3 months ago

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Time. iii.

Part One [i]. ♡ Part Two [ii].

Warnings: MDNI • Explicit • Aaron Pierre x Black!Reader, smoking, a lil angst, a lil fluff, teasing, p in v, creampie, slight overstimulation, pet names, DDLG kink, BDSM themes, Soft!Aaron, omniscient POV and more...

BKG/Summary: As you and Aaron maintain your budding love in your long distance relationship, your respective careers continue to grow exponentially. Your writing has picked up wonderfully, and your newest work is to hit local shelves with pre-orders out for delivery. When there is a snag in production and they print the wrong cover, fans are rightfully mad but have no one to blame but you. To help cope with the stress, you call Aaron, hoping that he can talk you down but as he's busy himself, all you get is solutions. To make up for his lack of sensitivity to a moment that may very well be formative to your career, he gets a one way flight to see you.

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A/N: ✴︎Happy New Year!✴︎ Tell me how you liked this one 💗🫶🏾

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right now i need your loving, one way flight ain't nothin'... - NYL by Phabo

Light smoke billowed from your lips, taking the color of the bronze sky as you blew it out of your large window. Your eyes low and your mind clear, you gazed into the horizon, thanking God for the beauty He had painted ions ago. You gazed along the limited foliage and bustling street underneath your apartment building, and couldn’t help giggling at the fact that everything seemed to be orange under the filter of the sunset.

As your mind was numbed from any of the day's events, you thought back to the person you would have loved to share this moment with. Earlier in your hectic day, you had called him for some relief from life’s unexpected symptoms but you did not get the reaction you desired. Wise but stern motivations took the place of the gentle words you thought you were sure to receive.

Then, your yearning tone turned defensive, and that was not pretty. Before you knew it, you and Aaron had had a small spat about his tone, and then you were hanging up in his face.

It wasn’t like you needed him to make things better, but you at least hoped that he would love on you enough for you to see the solution for yourself. Instead, he made it seem like he was too busy to handle your emotions in the moment, like he was unable to make the time. Though, two short minutes of affirmations would have sufficed, no doubt.

Now, you were okay with not speaking to him for the rest of the day. You wanted to feel your high for as long as humanly possible.

With a levitating sway of your hips, you allowed your bare feet to usher you back into your living room, your patterned maxi dress flowing behind you as you turned up your speaker. As Jhene Aiko’s voice heightened in volume, you rolled your body to her sensual lyrics, joint in the air.

'Let’s go half on a son, how far do you wanna go? Ohhhhh…'

Just as you brought your herb back to your lips to take in a long puff, your phone rang, interrupting the music. Breathing out the smoke quickly, you rush to your phone, ready to decline the call when you see the contact photo. Aaron.

A deep sigh rushes past your lips as you press the green button, taking a drag from your j as you see the call connecting. Distracted by nothing in particular, Aaron’s eyes take a moment to focus on your face through the screen, but once he does, he scoffs in near disbelief.

“I see you found an outlet.” His deep voice is littered with droplets of venom, and you roll your eyes as you breathe out the smoke you were holding.

“I would much rather have something else for that but, here I am.” You are involuntarily calm, your logical mind wanting to give him back what he was dishing. But physically, the effects of the weed wouldn’t even allow you to be phased. You were just…there.

“Anyways, did you call for something or what? Cause I’m busy…” You bend down to your coffee table to ash your joint in your pretty glass tray, and then your red eyes meet Aaron’s on your FaceTime. He hears a hint of reciprocation of the energy he gave you this morning, and his eyes soften, his natural pout a bit more defined.

“Uh, yeah…I’m outside.” Without much thought to his words, you smack your teeth, and look at your j, examining the neatly rolled herb inside.

“Okay, nigga.” All he can do is chuckle at your reaction, and you look at your screen to see what’s so funny.

“No, I’m really,” He begins, and then you hear three knocks echoing on either side of your phone. “Outside.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you set your joint down in your tray and go to your front door. A quick glance through your peephole is all it takes to see Aaron’s large frame waiting right on the other side, and you instantly hang up the phone. After unlocking it, you swing your door open and meet Aaron’s eyes.

Every feeling that you had been avoiding bubbled up quickly, like seeing him was the last straw. Shit. You cursed yourself internally. You didn’t want to fold under his intense blue eyes, but as his softened demeanor waits to be welcomed in, tears sting at the sides of your eyes. Blinking to try and keep the waterworks at bay, you step aside and allow a space for him to make his entrance, looking off into the distance of your apartment.

Once he steps in, and waits for you to close your door, he watches you turn on your heel to face him. Soft steps in your direction lead him to the space right in front of you, and he leans his head down to be face to face with you.

“Come here.” His English accent sticks to his deep voice, and he places his hands on your hips to pull you in closer. You almost allow him to hug you, but as he begins to nestle his face in your neck, you reach your hands up to push him away from you.

“No. You hurt me, Aaron.” He keeps his stature, silently flexing his strength over you, but he moves back a little to try and respect your wishes. The tears continue to flood your eyes, but at this point, you don’t care anymore. You want him to see how he made you feel, you need him to.

Seeing you so upset with him makes Aaron’s chest tighten with worry. It wasn’t his intention to make you cry, it never was. But he couldn’t help but notice the tears threatening to spill over your lower lid at any moment.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry.” His tone is soft, maybe the softest it’s been all day, and you find yourself looking up into his slightly upturned eyes. You want to kiss him so bad, just say ‘fuck it’ to all the points you had in mind to make to him. But you had to at least bring up the most pressing one, your mind wouldn’t allow you to forget it.

“Aaron, I-…” You begin, shaking your head as you try to form your words in a neutral way. A tear falls onto your cheek as you find just what you want to convey.

“You won’t always be able to pop up on me like this; phone calls are our primary form of communication right now. If you’re too busy for calls then maybe we should rethink this relationship.”

“I’m not too busy for your phone calls, Y/N. Today was just a bit stressful for me too but, I had no right to take that out on you.” His hands rub at your sides as he gazes into your eyes. “Truly, I apologize.”

A moment of quiet falls between the two of you, and you take in a deep breath, releasing it into the room.

“Thank you.” Your voice was near a whisper, as you took in his second apology. Comfortable now, that the two of you were on the same page, even if only for tonight, you reach your arms around Aaron’s neck, peering up into his pretty eyes yet again. Instantly, he pulls your body into his and brings his hand to your face to wipe your fallen tear.

A lush peck laces the lack of space between each of your lips, and then finally Aaron gets the hug that he yearned for. His strong arms squeeze around your body as he rests his head in the space of your shoulder and his large hands find their ways to the skin of your back. You feel his supple lips on your neck and you breathe in slowly, smelling the distinct scent of his luxury cologne mixed in with his pheromones. Your mouth nearly waters at the perfection of the warm, clean notes of his fragrance.

"I don't like seeing you cry, pretty girl." He rasps against your neck, sending tingles down your spine.

"I know." You run a dainty hand down his neck, along his shoulder and bicep, squeezing at the toned muscle. Mmm.

"Not unless Papa is making you feel that good." He trails his hands down your body, resting at your plump ass to give it a squeeze. Hearing your whispered gasp at his gesture, he brings his face back parallel to yours so he can see your expression.

Doe eyes stare up into his lowered ones, the energy in the room long past shifted, and waiting to be acted upon.

"You want me to make you feel good?" Your eyes flicker from his lowered gaze to his full pink lips, your vision shadowed by your long eyelashes.

“Yes.” As your vision is fixed on his pretty mouth, Aaron leans forward to seemingly give you what you want. But just when your lips get close, he pulls away, his intense glare demanding your attention.

Looking up into his eyes yet again, you press your body further into his, craving so desperately to feel his kiss. Instead of a kiss though, Aaron brings a strong hand to your shoulders, pushing your lovely black kinks out of his way. Sure enough, his tender hand wraps around your neck tautly, and he pulls your face right up to his.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His chest rises and falls quicker as he watches your lips purse to reply to him.

“I want you to make love to me.” He closes in on your lips but when your eyes don’t leave his, he waits just a moment for your other requests.

“Start slow.” Your tone is breathy as you express just what you wanted and needed from your night. The ghost of a grin plays at Aaron’s lips, and then they finally connect with yours.

He parts his mouth almost instantly, the fulfilled desire of your tongue on his causing a soft moan to escape his lips. You aimlessly fight for balance, your tongues playing a tug of war you were okay with losing as long as it continued. Aaron’s hold on your neck stays firm for a few moments later, and then he slowly lets you go, bringing his strong hands to your ass through your flowing dress.

Your sure hands move to his shoulders to push his suit jacket off of his frame, and his arms leave your body to pull the tweed fabric off of him rather quickly. He throws his jacket to the side with no real regard for where it lands, and soon, his arms are back around you.

Aaron lifts you like you’re nothing, allowing your body to straddle his waist as he holds you up by your thighs. You don’t disconnect for any longer than a second, as you continue to press your needy kiss into his thick lips, feeling his hungry reciprocation. As you focus on the warm breath filling the space between your lips, and the secure hold you’re in, your body can’t help but react, your natural lubrication easing from between your thighs.

“Mm.” You grind your body against his, the friction of the clothes between you both being just enough to stimulate your throbbing clit. You whine against his lips, and he pulls away from the kiss to see your flustered face, as you bite your lip.

Seeing just how dire it is for you to feel something right now, Aaron carries you to your couch, where he lays you down softly. He lays over you as you keep your eyes locked on him, bringing a hand to your cheek as he presses his lips back into yours. As he delivers one of his slow, torturously enticing kisses, he rubs his hardened shaft against your heated core, grinding his hips against yours through your clothes.

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel yourself get wetter because of his efforts, and energy rushes through your body.

“Fuck, baby.” You breathe out, nearly being overcome with the feeling of him grinding into you. A deep breath leaves Aaron’s vocal cords in a gruff, stuttered tone, and he rubs himself against you just once more, pulling back just slightly to reach up your dress for your panties. But, when he feels nothing but your plush skin, he blinks slowly as he tries to contain his excitement.

As he takes his time pushing your dress up your body to reveal your moisturized melanin, his eyes trail past your hips, your navel, your torso and your chest to meet your pretty brown eyes yet again. Your eyelashes flutter against your cheek as you watch him intently, having a hint of an idea of what he’s about to do.

Gently, he tugs at the airy fabric of the dress you are barely wearing now, and his eyes turn stormy with desire.

“Take this off.”

You obey quickly, pulling the dress over your head and tossing it to the floor beside the couch. When your eyes meet his again, he lets a moment pass before he’s tugging his chocolate brown shirt off of his own body, revealing his soft, honey-toned skin and the rippled muscles under it. Your eyes instantly attach to the greek sculpture of his body, and you bite your lip absentmindedly as you caress his limbs with your gaze.

Under your longing specs, Aaron only leans himself forward, his body drawn to the thought of your willful and wanton touch. Catching on to his wants now, you sit up and allow your hands to grasp onto his waist, pulling him into you tenderly as your eyes flicker up to view his face.

Almost completely overtaken by the needs of your flesh, you place a series of supple kisses along Aaron’s abs. Your eyes don’t leave his stare as you decorate his skin with small pecks, teasing him just a little. But as his mind is dead set on how pretty your face is from this angle –and the tingles that erupt underneath his skin wherever your delicate hands are holding him– soft moans sneak through his lips.

Your skin heats at every moan, as they get more and more pronounced, and you get a bit sloppier with your technique. Instead of the innocent feather-light kisses you were delivering before, you part your lips to widen your kiss along his skin. Your wet kisses sound in the quiet room, ad-libbing over the music that had started back up on its own some time ago. The song you make is just enough to make Aaron even harder, and his whispered sounds of pleasure harmonize perfectly with your energy.

“Lay back.” He keeps his composure the best he can, his mind swirling with thoughts of you taking control of him and doing whatever you wanted. Yet, as you layed against the yielding cushions of your couch, luscious brown skin glistening underneath the dim light in your living room, all he knew is the only place he wanted to be, was with you. And he’d be damned if he messed it up over a phone call.

Slow hands reached for the button of his pants, and he took his time undoing the fastens that kept the fabric up on his hips. His movements sped up just a little as he got the pants off of his legs, and across the room, out of the way. The black breifs that once decorated his lower body are close behind, and then it’s just you and him.

Aaron’s kisses start at your feet, feather-light, gentle. He allows himself whatever pacing he found reasonable, for cherishing every piece of you. His lips trail up your calve, his large hand holding your leg in place as he nuzzles his nose in your skin to smell the luscious lotions you had put on hours earlier. As he gives the same amount of attention to your other leg, his kiss tender as ever as he memorizes every detail of your skin down to tracing scars, you can see just what his intentions are.

Your eyes water just a little as you watch him make a mental note of all of your details, goosebumps raising along your skin as he runs his strong hand along every inch. A gasp leaves your lips as the dopamine surging through your veins makes way for your skin to be even more heated, more pliable, more sensitive to his touch. He looks up for a moment to check in and when he sees your beautiful eyes staring back at him, a small grin raises on his lips.

The smile falls as he kisses up each of your thighs, the puddle between them worsening as he got closer. His lips fall onto the side of your thighs, traveling to your hips and the stretch marks that came with your grown woman weight. He caressed the skin adoringly, littering smaller kisses on each stripe of lighter skin he found. The breath caught in your throat as you thought of the implications of his doting actions, and the tears that had welled in your eyes were threatening to spill over.

“Aaron..” You called for him in a near-cry. Instantly, he brought his face right in front of yours, and you ran your hands along his shoulders, pulling him between your legs. His thick lips captured yours without any direction, and you kissed back eagerly, your manicured digits easing into the short curls on the back of his head. He drags the kiss on for a few more seconds, readying himself at your slick opening. When you feel his thick tip easing in just slightly, you wrap your legs around his waist tightly, trying to brace yourself for his length.

“You are so special to me, Y/N.” He mumbles against your lips before he pulls away to look you in the eyes. “I don’t ever want you to feel like I don’t care.” You reach your hand up to cup his cheek, as he continues to speak his heart to you.

“I love you, Y/N.” Aaron gives your lips a lush peck before he presses his forehead against yours, easing his throbbing cock into your wetness. You growl softly at the familiar feeling, a slight pressure reminding you of your first time together.

“Mmh, I love you too.” You whine, feeling him pull back out slowly, to thrust once again before he caught a swifter rhythm. All you can do is draw in more air, your exhales laced with high pitched exclamations of unexpected bliss.

“Daddy’s so sorry, princess.” He goes to nestle his face in the crook of your neck as he continues to make love to you a bit recklessly. Your breathing gets faster, your chest heaving up and down as you feel your climax rushing through your soma.

“Aghhh.” You squeal lightly, throwing your head back at the overwhelming feeling of his thickness going in and out, in and… out…in…and…out. Aaron recognizes your falsetto-esc moans, and leaves kisses on your ear before he whispers to you.

“Ugh, this alright?” He asks, his deep moans doing nothing but making it worse for you to concentrate on breathing right.

“Yes, baby�� Shittttt…ugh y- so thick.” You almost hoped that he would take it easier on you, but Aaron had no such plans. His strong hands reached to your legs that were crossed behind his back, and pushed them up so that your knees touched your chest.

Carefully, he pulled out of you, staring down at your connection and the tracings of your pussy juices that decorated your folds, and his entire length. A gravelly moan leaves his vocal cords as he slides back into your opening, you welcoming him in with the tightest fit, and your eyebrows turn upward at such a fill.

“Fuckkk. I’m ‘bout to cum, baby.” Your whiny confession is followed by a hearty moan, and then you cover Aaron in your essence, dripping down your cunt to the couch beneath you, and circling his cock in the process. He slows down just a little bit, though he has no intentions of stopping, and leans toward you to give you the most silken kiss. Then, as he pulls away from your lips, gazing down into your eyes, he thrusts at this new, slower rhythm.

“Mmh, pussy so good.” A growl laced his mumbled words, as he fought the urge to pick up the pace even slightly. With rushed, panting breaths, he reached his hand up to your neck and grasped it just tight enough.

You feel a jump in the pit of your stomach as he works your core, effectively digging yet another nut out of you. As you feel just a little overstimulated, you reach up to his hand that is wrapped around your neck, and hold his wrist in place. You wouldn't dare tell him to stop. But it was so much, and he was so girthy... you didn't know how much more you could take.

Eyes glossy, you let in a deep breath, hoping to regulate yourself but instead, all you do is moan out loudly. You throw your head back yet again, this time unintelligible whimpers and mumbles leave your mouth, and a tear runs down the side of your face.

"A-Aaron." You croak quietly, grabbing at his hips with your free hand. You find yourself grasping at any flesh of his that is visible to your hazy eyes, and he just sighs in delight.

He bites his lip to try and stifle his own cries but moans slip through his teeth so eloquently, you can tell he's close. His strokes never falter; they just get sturdier, firmer. Soon, he's squeezing his eyes shut for just a moment to hold on for as long as he can.

With a few more thrusts and a couple more loud moans, he was releasing all of his gooey, warm elixir right inside of you.

“Ohh.” You breathe out tiredly, another wave rushing over you in your trembling climax.

Aaron pulls out of you tenderly now, hearing your combined moisture sound lewdly in the room. When he saw the mixture ease from your slightly stretched opening, he smiled boyishly and placed a kiss on your forehead and then your lips. You hum lovingly, revelling in the feeling of him giving you the soft Aaron you'd craved all day.

The two of you share a quiet beat, just trying to catch your breaths. And then a resolution pops into your head.

“I need this every day. Every once in a while ain’t cutting it.” You express, still catching your breath from your great session. He chuckles at your forwardness, and pecks your lips yet again as he thinks about how he could make such a request happen for you.

“Then maybe…I move closer…?” He ventures, just a bit unsure. With sparkling eyes, and a hand to his cheek you assure his suggestion with a bit of levity.

“Maybe you should.”

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mechanisedbrainrot · 1 year ago

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MECHANISMS REF IMAGE MASTERPOST

Okay, so I put together refs for each of the mechs as best I can. I tried to avoid anything in a show lighting, but sometimes it can't be helped. Notes will be underneath each section

Whole cast

Ivy is the only character leaning on the wall in the second image, but is roughly as tall as Ashes

Jonny D'Ville

Jonny in earlier shows like TTBT wears a black shirt underneath instead of the white. He occasionally has red or black painted nails and his goggles are either black or bronze. He has a black 7 of diamonds. He often holds a mic - which is a Shure Super 55

Drumbot Brian

He usually has just the flower in his hat, but sometimes it's replaced with RAM or his drumsticks. His goggle has a very small crack at the base. The rings seem to be a bit of a motherboard and screws? The visible heart is something I can only find in one picture, but it's cool

Gunpowder Tim

Sometimes wears jeans instead of dark brown trousers. His eye scars are more geometric than Jonny's, and he has dark eye shadow around the eyes where Jonny uses just eyeliner

Raphaella la Cognizi

The top is three layers: a white/cream shirt, a brown puffy shirt and a a top layer which has a halter neck. Occasionally one or both of the undershirts won't be worn (see HNOC liveshow). Tights can be blue or black. Light up wings from DTTM

The leggings/tights are sometimes black and sometimes deep blue

Ivy Alexandria

A few different outfits, in liveshows they're also wearing some outfits not shown here - but always black and red with a waistcoat of some kind.

Nastya Rasputina

The necklace is a little cat :3

Marius von Raum

Kneepads in DTTM. The cards are a jack and ace of hearts. Necktie either has a white or gold pattern on it, but they don't always wear it. The green jacket has a tailcoat

The Toy Soldier

Hair varies a lot. Sometimes it's worn down, in a ponytail or hidden under the hat. Sometimes nails are painted red or black

Ashes O'Reilly

In live shows they often wear this eyeliner which has thick bars that go behind the ears - but I couldn't find any clear pictures of this. Though their outfits changes, always mostly black with some red in the hair

Dr Carmilla post can be found here

I hope this was in some way helpful to anyone who wants to draw the mechanisms. If you have questions feel free to ask me in the ask box and I will do my best to answer them and provide some photos <3 have a great day

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r0-boat · 2 months ago

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Whb AU where everything's the same but the Demons are dragons

Something something Bible quote something something dragons are the devil something something whatever cool ass lizards.

Satan

A white Wyvern with blood red markings, It's piercing red eyes, The same color that stains the ground and on the scales of his true form, burn with a fire ignited from wrath burning ever constant. Contrast to his white scales and ghostly tattered wings It's horn sit like a crown atop his head It's tips speckled with that same red color, his markings end at his tail which slithers on the ground does it approaches you.

The smallest of the seven, and hates it. Always snarling and huffing when he's angerly yelling at another king You can see his pupils go into pin pricks as you can see his throat glow a orangen yellow as smoke begins to seep out from his mouth.

Satan has fine scales and spines along his head neck all the way down to his tail which like to puff out like an angry cat when he's agitated making him look like a puffer fish with wings.

Satan prefers his human form when he's not fighting seriously, since it gives him an excuse to use his horde of fast vehicles and weapons. Hehe; He likes sharpie explody things. Despite being their king his dragon form is actually the smallest even among his subordinates.

When his scales are about to shed they turn black before falling off. His scales can be sharpened and used for many things. Including daggers and sometimes even bullets or the heads of arrows. The scales are sharp and light.

Mammon

The onyx mane of this lung dragon glitters like jewels working beautifully with the gold scales and horns That decorate this beast. Black markings adorn his face and down his body like tiger stripes. He is benevolent in his in his own way. His golden eyes shine with Greed. Anything that his eyes fancies is his. His metallic scales shimmer like gold, And they are worth more than their weight in gold.

Lung dragons are usually elegant elegant yes but delicate no. His scales are smooth and as hard as stone. He loves them very much So much so He always keeps his tail or at least part of his scales showing from his human disguise.

A shame he never got a painting done of his late father He was the most beautiful bronze you've ever seen if you thought his mane was beautiful before His father was wild and flowing. He could grow it out if you like.

When his scales fall he likes to keep them His favorite thing to do is contact his jeweler fasten his scales into jewelry so he can adorn his favorite subjects and other things he likes with them. It's a good way to staking his territory He's not the only dragon who does this.

His scales are not only great for jewelry but also armor However given how much Just one scale go for and you do need a lot for a single piece that covers your body It is extremely expensive. Mammon has two bedrooms, His normal human one and his dragon lair where it's just decked with shiny gold coins and other jewels have too many imperfections for his personal treasure museum.

Leviathan

Wyrms, large ugly serpents found tumbling through the earth or in the deep depths of the ocean. But this one, This one is different It's pearly smooth scales reflecting vibrant pinks and purples. If you look closely you could see Platinum underbelly. It's silver eyes glow and pierced through you unreadable unmoving watching your every move as its tail holds you in place. It's Envious heart itching to coil around anything it fancies hiding it from the rest of the world that isn't itself. At the same time wanting to squeeze until the potential threat's lights go out.

He hates His true form his everything. He doesn't even shed his scales like the other kings instead His scales all come off at once like a snake shedding his skin He itches like crazy. When this happens he spends most of his time in a hot bath his human disguise half faded his torso is still human but everywhere else is serpent.

He prefers his human form for very obvious reasons... Hands; legs. When he's not in the room His subordinates fond over briefly in the early years when he took his human form as he was not used to standing on two legs. Even now if you're very lucky you can catch him stumbling over and hopefully you'll live to tell the tale.

As a dragon, he is more called blooded than his relatives. Levi craves warmth. Craves it. His entire body is constantly cold, and as much as he hates to admit, human bodies are very warm. So once winter starts, congratulations, you are now his human heat rock by force. Take everything you touch that is his and warm it up right now! Even though he looks like he belongs in the water and can swim very well, Levi's sensitive to temperature Even if water temperature in particular doesn't harm him. Leviathan prefers warmer tropical water.

Leviathan's true form is actually the biggest, But you'll never know since he's always coiled up. Despite not having limbs in his true form He's perfected his magic to use long snaking appendages to grab and hold whatever he wants.

Beelzebub

The more food a dragon has access to, the bigger it gets. Even though these kings of lizards grow very slowly, there is only one exception. Despite Fae Dragons supposedly being miniature, the Gluttonous appetites of the inhabitants of Abyssos make these dragons grow and grow. Its insectoid velvety wings shimmer with greens, yellows, purples, and oranges with intricate patterns. It has one horn similar to a unicorn but it's head is crowned with a ribbon like antennae. Start the beast It's tale with flexible fins stir in the air like rudders on a boat as it flies in place looking at you with interest... Or perhaps hunger?

While the other kings roars shake the ground His is song like and rhythmatic sending chills down your spine as it echoes through the sky.

In his true form Beel Actually has two pairs of jaws You just can't see his other pair since it's attached giving it the illusion of his normal maw. He also has mandibles folded on both sides of his cheek. They blend into his face so well at first glance you could never notice until you look very close. This translates to his human form albeit more like lines on his face and an unhingable jaw.

He is the most insectoid of his class all other fae dragon are not only well smaller than him... They're also more butterfly like where he is more moth like. Very fluffy! And please don't freak out when in battle he loses a wing or two unlike insects that when their wing scales break they will never grow back His wings and limbs can constantly grow back forever. In fact the scales on his wings always shed like pollen. It's shimmers like glitter.

He also eats his clones a fact that he loves to tell you with a smile just to watch you squirm. You remember other facts about insects and if you ask him that if he eats his lovers he just silently stares at you his smile widening more.

Lucifer

You thought he was a Drake at first glance, but then you realize The feathering nubs on his back where his wings should be; he was a dragon, The Dragon. He is a perfect amalgamation of scales and feathers. Its feathers and scales were white as snow other than the bright red horns on his head, the red scar across his body, and, of course, hisbehold. It. His snout was narrow, raptor-like. Just like his White irises glowing through the black voids of What should be white and his sharp black curved claws. As he lays before you, his wings or what's left of them move to spread out like a prideful peacock. If he could still soar, what a sight it would behold.

Lucifer once was an angel turned into a beast as a punishment for his own pride. He is still used to this draconic power as he has not fully mastered transforming and staying in his human form. He occasionally preens what is left of his wings. And other feathers. Pin feathers are the bane of his existence, and he can't reach the ones on his wings. Tiny human hands are always a blessing to have around. He can't help but move his giant dragon snout, trying to preen or pick at your own. He knows humans do not have pin feathers, but it feels nice.

He could always heal himself just like any demon can but he refuses to Even when his scales grow back in places he doesn't want He purposely picks them off. When his scales are grinded into a fine powder they're curiously bitter to the taste but a very potent with magical and medicinal properties. Ingesting the powder and/or god forbid the scale is highly ill-advised without proper preparation at as it is very poisonous.

"This is my son little brother." The beast grumbles in his true form He disappears for a second only to come back with a young man dangling from the collar He is leaning lanky His clothes slightly overgrown as if the tailor had no idea how to make clothes for a human. What really got your attention was his blue hair with icy blue eyes. you can't tell if the hair has been dyed or natural You've seen crazier shit in hell So it wouldn't surprise you. Lucifer puts him down and exclaims "He is human just like you. He needs human friends, please get along." This man has A pendant around his neck radiating magic. Perhaps this is what he uses to slow the growth of his tiny kid.

His true form is the largest of the seven without his wings. Sometimes he forgets he doesn't have them It's kind of awkward when he's trying to fly before realizing he can't. An odd thing he's picked up, instead of running how you would expect a dragon to run He actually gallops like a horse. He will admitly deny no matter how wrong he is. Perhaps he picked this up from watching horses.

Belphegor

With its long serpentine body sprawled across its layer at first you thought the black serpent was another one of Leviathan's kind But that's when you noticed upon the snoring beast front limbs folded as its face smushed into the pillow. The Lindwurm moved suddenly spooking you the mountain of pillows and blankets fell off its face as you got a better look. It's jet black main usually slipped back messy. It turns out dragons also get bedhead. It rolled Sloth-like onto its stomach It's whole body rotating with it that's when you saw more of its fur it's serpentine body stretched out with its One pair of front limbs letting out a loud yawn It's sort of reminded you like a cat.

Leviathan hates his long serpentine body but Belphegor fucking loves it. His long body if it weren't for a size could fit anywhere. Well that won't be a problem anymore actually since one of his beloved and very smart and very hardworking subordinates is currently working on a chemical compound that could shrink dragons down to size... Just think of all the napping spots!

If it weren't for the fact he lacks hind legs he would look exactly like a lung dragon. Belphie does not care. Walking sucks ass, how could anyone humans or dragons in their human form put up with walking on two legs. It's so much easier to slither. In fact he hardly uses his front limbs for anything other than support when he wants to lay down in a different way.

If it weren't for humans being so fragile he would absolutely lay right on you. Lindworms being a weird mix of Lungs and serpents they are also more cold-blooded. Unlike Leviathan who dreadedly hates cold anything. Belphegor loves the cold It makes him feel nice and sleepy. He doesn't like having too much warmth The only warmth he wants is your body heat. Congratulations another cold reptile laying directly skin contact onto you.

His room is a lot larger with a fuck ton of pillows and blankets all in one corner That's how he likes it when he is sleeping that's when he has less control over his forms as he shifts freely in his dreams be careful when you're snuggling him. And if it wasn't for a very nice subordinate of his, he would lay his entire collection of anime manga and other otaku stuff in a pile right next to his giant nest.

Asmodeus

This Drake moves in a way that disturbs you as it stalks and circles you. Its wild eyes roamed your body with such lust that it made you shiver. This dragon has perfected his form so well that he has many forms. But he prefers his "natural" appearance, bland, unassuming, smooth, leathery skin as black as night. The only thing with a splash of color is the thorns, chains, and flowers he decorates with. And a single blood-red eye. His hatchlings His beloved babies steam to take all sorts of draconic elements, whether feathers, scales, or fur.

"have you ever laid with a dragon?" He says with a smile...."Do you want to?"He also has a half form like Levi, But it looks less clean and more werewolf-ish more monstrous. He almost always shifts when he's trying to mate with you.

His horde is the red prison, delicious little sexual freaks that he collects in all corners of hell. And he thinks you'll be the prettiest addition of them all. He will shower you with all his treasures; all of them.

Instead of a powerful flame like all the others, he breathes a neurotoxin. His saliva is also toxic. With sharp serpentine-like fangs, he can control the right dosage. Only four dragons of the seven have venom. Leviathan's venom paralyzes, Belphegor makes your body go numb and limp, Lucifer's saliva thins your blood; Asmodeus's venom is sweet to the tongue and heavily intoxicates. Making his victim nice and suggestible.

His lack of wings does not concern him in the slightest. Even if he could magically produce wings, he couldn't fly with them; it would only be for show. Who needs flying when you can have someone big and strong? Carry him... No King will ever volunteer.

Bonus lightning round with random demons :D

Sitri & Amy:

Lindwyrm and Drake They fight a lot sometimes they'll turn into their true form Sitri trying to strangle Amy. As he tries to bite and tear into his flesh. I see Amy as a Drake that will run at full speed before tackling full force into an enemy while Sitri rather wait for an ambush strike.

Beleth

Tatzelwurm It's like a snake lindworm cat, It's an Alpine folklore animal but it looks very yokai like. His venom but also have the same alcoholic properties as Asmodeus, His flame is very weak He only uses it to light his Cigarette.

Naberius

Hydra in his true form his emotions split into three heads.

Stolas

Cockatrice I love him, bird lizard with his little crown. *Adds Fluffed up cockatrice trying to look scary here*

Bael

Fae Dragon, in my head he has a butterfly dragon trying to mimic a moth! Insects in the animal kingdom love their mimicry!

Foras

amphiphere You can pry this headcannon out of my cold dead hands. He would just look like Leviathan but with feathers and wings, and with more Sakura pink color. His wings are very soft so he flies silently.

Barbatos

Salamanders are a combination of drakes and lungs with multiple limbs. They have lots of limbs, and they are said to have fire capabilities. But this one seems to never use those combustible flames, instead soaking in the sun in a field of beautiful red roses.

Zagan

Wyvern Zagan never uses his true form around you because he wants you to feel more comfortable with him. When he is in his true form he just stares at you like how a big dog stares at a little kitten before picking you up like- 'This small thing is mine now.'

Bimet

I'm so stuck between Lung and Kirin AAA. Lung fits him more but I have yet to use Kirin... Maybe that one horse character from the new chapter can be a Kirin.

Gamigin

Human because it's funny, Lucifer and his tiny human baby. Whether he is a full-grown adult or a child is up to you. I just thought It'd be cute for a scary dragon to haul a small toddler around on his back.

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bronzeageecho · 1 month ago

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head of a goddess, probably aphrodite | c. 2nd century CE | greece, roman era

"The hair is colored with red paint which served as the foundation for its final gilding with fine gold leaves...the eyes were made with inlaid ivory, the irises with black stone and the eyelashes with bronze. The oxidization of the eyelashes has produced the extant stains on the cheeks which have flowed down from the eyes as if they were tears."

in the acropolis museum collection

#ancient rome #ancient greece #greece #aphrodite #greek mythology

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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 27 days ago

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Matsukawa Issei x Reader | Seijoh 4 | smut | Reader is in an established poly relationship with seijoh 4. Issei plays with reader while Hajime, Tooru, and Hiro watch. 🩷

Issei Matsukawa started learning the guitar as a child. When volleyball came into his life it never took a back seat. Instead, he grew both his talents, using volleyball as an outlet for his frustrations and the guitar as his mode of relaxation.

You were splayed out on Oikawa’s lap. The dark tendrils of dusk stretched across the room with its shadowy grasp as the blood orange sun dipped below the skyline. To your left was Iwaizumi. A book in his hand, the light of the lamp near him painted his tan skin bronze, to your right sat Hanamaki, a bag of crisps in his hand he munched while scrolling through muted reels on Instagram.

But your attention was captured by the man in front of you and Tooru. Lying comfortably on the couch was Matsukawa Issei. Guitar in hand he strummed away. Portrait of sloth. But his fingers moved faster than your eyes could follow.

Black painted nails flew across the fretboard jailing your gaze on them. His eyes were closed as he allowed the melody to flow through – out his fingers, onto the strings that quivered under his touch filling the space with an otherworldly sound. It was possible there was no one else in the world. Only you and your four boys…

The sun set, the room so dark – save Hajime's lamp. The light of which was just enough to allow you to make out the blurry silhouettes of the men in the room, but your eyes never left Mattsun.

Oikawa noticed it first. Your breathing heavy, as you shifted in your seat – his lap. He followed your trained gaze to Matsukawa’s hands and smirked with the realisation but said nothing, enjoying his temporary secret. The guitar strings twanged, the light grew dimmer, you surreptitiously rubbed your thighs together.

Mattsun looked up to see your eyes trained on his fingers too. He made a few purposely exaggerated movements, confirming how your eyes swished from one end of the fretboard to the other, following his precise plucking. The other two men had not yet noticed but Mattsun jolted you out of your reverie by quietly beckoning to you with his pointer finger. The sudden ceasing of the guitar music prompted Hajime to look up from his novel. Makki looked at you as you un-entangled yourself out of Oikawa's embrace.

But your transfixed eyes didn't leave the calloused hands. Not as he put his guitar aside. Not as his palms laid upon your hips pulling you closer. Not as his fingers trailed down your fatty thighs, pulling you into his lap straddling his hips.

His nimble fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt, pushing your panties aside to swipe at your slit.

The rest of the men in the room had their eyes trained on you. The pages of Hajime’s novel had taken advantage of his distraction, rallying together so he'd lost his place. On the other side Makki’s phone was playing the same reel over and over. Only Tooru looked straight on; a visible bulge in his sweatpants. And your eyes didn't leave Issei’s. He'd never been very talkative but he was always perceptive.

He pulled his hand out from under your skirt. The two middle digits glistened in spite of the low light. He smirked, and in a low rumble said, “You dirty little slut…” You felt your clit twitch. “Open your mouth,” your lips parted of their own accord, and the long fingers crept in laying on your tongue. “Suck!”

You obliged, closing your mouth over his fingers. The salty musky flavour of your arousal spread, and in turn you felt a heavy fog in your head.

Issei smiled at you as if he were challenging you to make some complaint. “You're so filthy. You sat there dreaming of this exact scenario, didn't you? Grinding away on the captain's lap. Look how hard you've made him, slut.”

The blush dusting your cheeks was hidden in the dim lighting and you half turned to look at the man whose lap you'd occupied just a moment ago. Issei's fingers slipped out of your mouth and back to your pussy.

“You wanted me to fuck you with my fingers didn't you?” he rasped, his lips against the shell of your ear. And although his voice was just over a whisper, all the men in the room heard him clearly, right alongside the wet squelch of your cunt as he pushed his fingers inside you.

You gasped and grabbed Issei's shoulders to steady yourself. He took the opportunity to pull down your head and kiss you long and hard. The sudden intrusion of the thick fingers, however, was far from unwelcome.

Issei lazily pumped in and out of you before withdrawing again, this time, to bring his hand to his own mouth. He sucked the juices off, humming softly as he did. “You taste so good for me…”

Behind you Oikawa had started shamelessly palming his cock over his pants. Hiro leaned over to switch on the string of fairy lights above so the boys would have a better view. You were grinding against the muscled thigh under you. Legs bent at the knees, arms around Issei's shoulders, eyes locked on his, grinding. Soft moans escaped you and you carded your fingers through his hair bleating out a desperate, “Please”

Hajime tutted. “Oh my lamb, ‘please’ what? You know you have to be specific. You know you have to use your words. Don't you?”

“Please!” You whimpered again, grinding down harder.

Issei chuckled. “Please stop?” you shook your head vehemently. “Please fuck you with my fingers then?” you nodded. “Say it then, Princess. Say, ‘Please use your fingers to fuck my needy little cunt, Daddy.’”

Your cheeks burned but you took a deep breath and— “Pl-please use–”

“Go on…”

“Hah— Please use your f-fingers to fuck my needy little cunt, Daddy.”

“That's it, pretty girl. See, was that so hard?”

You shook your head, buried in the crook of Issei's neck and he chuckled again. With both hands he grabbed your ass lifting it off his thigh. Another pair of hands felt their way up your skirt and you turned your head to make out the large figure of Hajime pulling down your panties. Your pussy clenched around cold air. Hajime placed a sweet kiss on your hair, returning to his place on the couch – only this time his book was discarded to the side and his attention split between you and his now erect cock.

Issei slipped his hand between your thighs, gently rubbing the soft skin. “How long were you thinking of me like this, huh? Was it a long time?” he cooed. “God, you're so fucking wet.”

His fingers found your clit and rubbed slow, gentle circles around it, teasing the promise of heightening pleasure. With his free hand he tugged the tee shirt you wore over your head. It was one of his own old jerseys from his Aoba Johsai days. The fabric was loose and slipped off with ease. Your hips grinded against his fingers incessantly, your breathing, like a metronome to his playing. But Issei didn't stop there.

“In the way, pretty girl,” he growled and tugged at your bra with his free hand and teeth. You smoothly unhooked it, and tossed it behind you where it landed on Tooru.

You were vaguely aware of the stuttered “Nice sh-shot.” he let out. As he used the discarded clothing to inhale your scent, it sent bolts straight down to his weeping cock.

Your attention was, however, claimed by the almost sacrosanct manner in which Issei took your breast in his mouth and licked. His fingers reached deeper inside you, pushing into your tight hole. He sucked at your breast, closing his lips around your nipple to give it a sharp tug. You gasped, your head fell back and a wanton moan spurred the four men on. Issei's thumb, nestled just under your clit, now worked in tandem with the two fingers inside, rubbing at you, diligently drawing out your orgasm. He pinched your nipple and you whined low and steady in response.

“Look at you. Needy little slut. Whining at me when I'm giving you everything you want.” His movements sped up, hips bucked into you as he went.

“Need to cum, please,” you whined.

He chuckled. “Such a good little girl you are, Princess. Even though you're mind is clouded by lust you haven't forgotten your manners.”

He reached up to pat your head and in doing so pulled your neck right to his lips. There was no time for softness. As his fingers sped up, he hungrily nipped and sucked at the thin skin on your neck, kissing blue bruises in. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers.”

Your climax came crashing through, surprising even you as you dug your nails into his shoulder moaning his name like a blasphemous prayer.

“Fuck, Issei, please please – I'm cumming, Issei– I love you, fuck, please – oh my God, Issei…please.”

He let you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, taking your face in his hands, kissing your lips gently. Your body slumped onto his as your high slowly fell and he kissed you fervently. The others surrounded you.

Outside, the stars twinkled in the deep navy sky, and Issei Matsukawa carried you into the large shared bedroom. Your boys followed, each looking forward to their turn in whatever new game Mattsun had started for them. Your eyes matched, twinkling in excitement.

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findingavoiceif · 6 months ago

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Intro post:

Step into the shadows as an Elyn, a creature feared and hunted for your dark, mysterious origins. After narrowly escaping the brutal grasp of your former master, you find yourself in a world that views your kind—Elyndras—as beings of nightmare: demons with unsettling, untapped powers.

But in this land where terror and superstition reign, your journey is just beginning. Thrust into an unpredictable adventure of treachery, harrowing dangers, unexpected sorrows, and moments of tender love, your path twists in ways you never imagined.

Forge bonds with one of four unique companions, each with their own secrets, desires, and hidden wounds.

Tell me, creature of the night... Will you reclaim your power, your voice, your freedom?

Features:

Choose your name,gender and parts of your appearance.(Some of the mc's features are locked to fit their heritage)

Romance one of four companions or maybe...5?

Trigger warnings-

Finding A Voice is rated 16+ for violence,self-harm,hunting of an entire species,assault,language and fade-to black scenes.

Love interests:

Quill Riviera – The Charming Bard

Quill’s got that effortlessly cool vibe—shoulder-length auburn hair streaked with dark highlights, usually tied half up, half down like he didn’t try but somehow nailed the look. His light brown eyes glimmer with mischief, though his right eye is a little clouded from an old injury, and his full lips always seem to be curled into a teasing grin. Freckles dust his nose, and he’s got a small gap between his front teeth, giving his smile a touch of imperfection that just adds to his charm.

Underneath his confident exterior is something darker, though he keeps it hidden well behind sarcastic jokes and playful arrogance. His tan skin, slender hands, and lean frame are decorated with piercings—hoops and studs running up his pointy ears, an eyebrow piercing above his sharp, teasing gaze. You’ll catch a glimpse of a burn mark on his left hip if he ever lets his guard down. Despite the mystery and flirtation, Quill’s a bard at heart, working part-time at the inn, always ready to spin a story or play a song. But don’t let his facade fool you; there’s more beneath the surface.

Pierre Blanchet – The Cold Commander

Pierre cuts an intimidating figure—a tall, athletic knight with flawless bronze skin, dark red eyes that he’s always been self-conscious about, even though they burn with a fire few can match. His curly blonde hair is cut short and shaved at the sides, making him look every bit the battle-hardened warrior he is. A small mole beneath his nose and a permanent shadow of stubble give him a rough, no-nonsense appearance.

Despite his role as Knight Commander, Pierre’s introverted nature and quiet insecurity make him seem distant, even rude at times. He doesn’t let people in easily, but those who get past his defenses see the man beneath the armor—stubborn, loyal, and fighting his own inner battles. His large hands grip a sword with ease, but they fumble when it comes to opening up to others. If you can break through his walls, though, you’ll find a heart worth fighting for.

Celeste Dupont – The Witch of Warmth

Celeste is the type of person who draws people in with her warmth, even though her pale skin and sharp grey eyes might make her seem icy at first glance. She keeps her silky black hair tied up in a messy bun, and no matter how chaotic it looks, it only adds to her effortless elegance. Her lips are always painted a cherry red, and a small scar on her bottom lip hints at the fact that there’s more to her story.

As a baker and healer, she’s as likely to serve you a fresh loaf of bread as she is to patch you up after a tough battle. A rune tattoo graces her palm, a subtle sign of her Valdranna heritage—an immortal witch with powers as ancient as they are mysterious. With her hourglass figure, dark eyeliner, and a nose ring that looks like a simple dot, Celeste balances the mystical with the everyday. She’s your boss, your best friend, and maybe something more if you’re lucky enough to win her heart.

Ash Valdaryn – The Sickly Royal

Ash is the reason this whole adventure started, their deep violet skin standing out against the pale world around them. Their lavender hair, soft and wavy, falls just past their shoulders, and they dress in flowing, feminine clothing that complements their elegant, yet slightly fragile build. White eyes gaze out from beneath small, curling horns on their forehead, giving them an otherworldly look that is as captivating as it is delicate.

Ash’s health is failing, which is why the journey began in the first place—to find a cure for the illness that threatens to take them away. Despite their condition, they insisted on coming along, determined to be part of the adventure. They may look fragile, but there’s a quiet strength beneath the surface—a will to live, to fight, to hold on. And though they may be royalty, with all the expectations that come with it, Ash’s soft voice and gentle demeanor make them someone you’ll want to protect... even though they’d never ask for it.

#interactive fiction #romance #medieval #medieval fantasy #choicescript #dashingdon #if wip #interactive novel #if intro #choice of games #Finding A Voice

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