#evoker fang

[wjbminecraft]

More Blockbench shenanigans, this time with vanilla mob models.

[redemn]

would it be funny if i started talking about the werebuck!au verse i have for arthur ?   great because i am .

any kind of shapeshifter can be born to any kind of shapeshifter .   while arthur's father was a full-blooded werewolf ,   and his mother was human ,   arthur ended up being born a werebuck .   since his birth ,   his father constantly ran with bad bunch of other shifters .   you know ,   the type that commit crimes and other crimes against humanity ,   etc .   when he was little ,   his father was often gone ,   and he would stay with his mother ,   who had to learn how to take care of her small ,   slightly feral ,   bitey little child with a very annoying oral fixation on her arms and hair .   when she eventually passed away ,   his father ,   who had at that point not been very present or responsive in his life ,   swooped in and filled his mother's good influence with his own unstable teachings about thee place of shifters in the world .   these teachings were basically :   they are meant to operate outside the realm of human law ,   and they don't need to heed supernatural law either ;   they do what is in their self-interest .   so for the first ten years of his life ,   arthur grew up with a lot of corrupt notions about his place in society ,   which were not helped by the fact that his father and his accomplices would often make fun of and insult him for only being half-blooded ,   and for not being a predator-shifter on top of that .   his father was eventually caught and hanged when arthur was eleven ,   after which arthur ran off on his own .   he was eventually found in his early teens by dutch and hosea ,   where he would be educated in reading and writing and society ,   and they would come to grow and form the gang of outlaw ,   outcast supernaturals .  

being that he's the son of a wolf shifter ,   he does carry a few genetic similarities to werewolves .   namely ,   he tends to become more lethargic during the day time ,   and is prone to staying up into the early hours of morning .   arthur thinks the moon is very pretty to look at ,   and sometimes he will sit out and sketch it ,   but it does nothing for him .   he also possesses tapetum lucidum, and has the ability to elongate his teeth   ( all ,   not just canines )   and grow his nails out sharper at will .   these particular traits take hours to return to normal ,   as he is not as easily able to control these traits .

he is considered a half-buck .   being only half-blooded ,   this means that he cannot fully transform into a solid bestial form ,   the way other shifters can .   instead ,   he can partially take on the characteristics of a buck ,   such as growing out his antlers or growing out his human nails into claws .   he prefers to stay in limbo in terms of his physical form ,   primarily human with longer and sharper teeth and antlers long enough for him to run through anyone who tries to fight against him .   he's also fuzzier than other humans all year round .   all of this is because he wants to be :   he is entirely capable of returning to something resembling almost fully human ,   save for his reflective eyes and a small branch of velvety antlers that poke above his hair .   because of this ,   he tends to stay away from people whenever he can .   and he always wears his father's hat to hide them .  

because he is the enforcer of the gang , arthur is generally inclined to feed in to the common stereotypes that regular people / other supernatural creatures hold .   since many people are freaked out by the supernatural ,   he uses this to his advantage when he is trying to intimidate others who do not often deal with shifters .   this includes growing out his antlers to unnatural and scary lengths ,   velvet included ,   and showing off his fangs when he is arguing with or threatening someone .

[winterzsurprise]

Ride me? || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara (Spider-Man 2099) x F!reader

Tags: Overstimulation, rough sex, choking, squirting, vaginal fingering, big dick Miguel, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), fang kink if you squint.

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Just when you thought he's exhausted enough from chasing Miles Morales and had given you the chance to actually ride him, Miguel has other plans.

This man evokes something so feral in me that I forgot I was suffering through the worst writer's block. He got me giggling and twirling my hair yesterday at the cinema wtf. I used my very limited Mexican Spanish knowledge from watching streamers flirting in a block game for this.

cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || guapito - handsome

Miguel isn't the type to let someone control the pace, even if he did, his hands grounded on your waist would soon guide your hips into a rhythm he prefers, hard and fast.

You've been hearing the ruckus down the spider webs, something about another version rebelling against the usual stories of every Spider-Man in the multiverse to save his dad. Knowing that your husband sits at the top as their leader, you expected him to disappear for a long period of time.

Not that you mind of course, he's had plenty of times he charges in to handle an anomaly himself.

You do have to give some kudos to the kid for trying to change reality though. After Miguel's story, nobody in the headquarters, even you, dared to defy the fates laid upon every Spider-Man.

It's been three days since he left and honestly, you didn't expect him to arrive yet. A person deterring from the fates of every Spider-Man would be hard to handle, you couldn't even imagine how difficult it'd be.

So when the doors to your apartment flew open and came to him, practically drooping from exhaustion, you were surprised.

He came earlier than expected.

"How'd the chase go?"

"I don't want to talk about it. Come here." 

Drying your hands off on the towel hanging from the wall counter, you made your way to the man laid spread and heaving on the couch. His head tipped back with his usually neatly gelled hair now haggard and messy, he looked up when he sensed your presence and immediately pulled you onto his lap.

You laughed. "Don't fall asleep here, I don't want to carry your heavy ass."

His lips tugged into a weak smile, his pointy canines briefly appearing.

"Spider-Man is supposed to help the weak, are you really ignoring a civilian in need?"

You didn't get what he meant until he pulled your hips closer, dragging your core over the tent on his pants.

You hit his arm. "Go to sleep, you must've been really tired after chasing that kid around."

"Then ride me."

You paused before narrowing your eyes at him. He's baiting you with the very thing you've wanted to do since the beginning. But the dark cloud of lust in his eyes somehow convinced you of his genuineness.

His talons dug onto your flesh, hard enough to take control of your hips to grind on top of his dick sensually while keeping eye contact with yours. You couldn't ignore the pleasure and jolts of heat electrifying and burning your nerve endings alight at every drag of your heat over his.

"I want to feel you baby, I miss you so much."

Miguel pushes you down on his hardness and you moan, the feeling of his girth finding home between your legs shot electric pleasure down your spine.

"You are a convincing man."

"And you love it."

You lunged for a kiss and instantly, one of his hands threaded itself onto the back of your head, locking you in place as your lips danced against each other in a fierce battle. The raw hunger after being starved for a week now surfacing and consuming you both, mind and body. 

His other hand guided your hips up and down his clothed dick, his deep groans and growl lit fireworks in you, igniting your determination to coax more of them out of his lips.

"Get rid of the pants or I'll rip it off of you."

"Rip it then."

He didn't need to hear you twice. 

In one quick motion, he tore your sweatpants into two before doing the same thing to your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. He groaned as his head fell onto the crook of your neck, hands crawling up to cup your breasts before your top and bra suffered the same fate as your other clothing.

"The pants, only the pants! I loved that bra!"

"I'll buy you something better, from another universe even." He responded, almost breathless as your scent invaded every speck of his senses. Miguel groaned. "Fuck, I miss this scent of yours baby."

"I don't care, get rid of the suit."

His attire dissolved into thin air and retracted back to god-knows-where, revealing his ruffled shirt and grey sweatpants that did nothing but proclaim his clear desire for you.

"Let me prep you real good, huh?"

Retracting his talons, two of his fingers delved into your heat, immediately drenching itself with your arousal and he groaned.

"So wet for me, mi amor."

"Only for you, guapito."

Two of his digits rolled your clit sensually and with the dexterity of an experienced man, urging more of your arousal to coat his fingers further. Once he was satisfied with the amount of fluid now dripping into his pants, he wandered lower and lower until he plunged his index in, curling it up so deliciously you moaned and grinded your hips onto the slow plunge of his hand.

His eyes watched your heat like a ravenous man holding back, the feral look on his face only pulled you closer to the edge.

And it's only a finger in.

"So tight, mi vida. You treat me so well."

He added two fingers in and you screamed, his pace now rapidly gaining speed. Your eyes rolled back as your hips thrashed and clumsily followed his thrusts, there was nothing else that mattered more than coming for your darling in that moment.

Miguel groaned, watching your face twist into the most sinful display of pleasure he has ever seen. The pride and smugness from knowing it was all because of him made him smile.

Only he could see you in such a state and no one else.

You clenched around his digits, tempting him to finally take the dive. Although his fingers coaxed pleasure out of you with no problem, you missed the feeling of his dick carving your insides, stretching you thin and reminding your cunt who it belongs to.

But Miguel ignored the bait and instead hastened up while curling up to push on your g-spot. You almost blacked out from the euphoria he feeds you, a coil in your stomach tightened and you moaned.

"I'm cl-close… Fuck!"

"Give it to me baby, I want it all."

It didn't last long until the coil exploded and your arousal squirts out of your cunt to drench Miguel's shirt, whose gaze turned a shade darker at the scene when you peered down to meet his gaze.

A tense atmosphere rose from his mere gaze and goosebumps prickled your skin. Your heartbeat jumped through the roofs as you stared back at his dark eyes, he triggered your spidey sense.

And for some sick reason, it only ignited the simmering arousal in the pits of your abdomen.

"Fuck the ride, you're not getting up until I say so, cariño."

You barely sensed him flipping you both, with you now seated and spread on the sofa while he stood in front of you, hastily removing his remaining clothing as if it angered him.

It didn't take long until his hand cautiously wrapped around your neck and his other, pinning your hips as he plunged himself deep into your cunt. You screamed as he pushed more of him, inch by inch. He stretched you out to the point of no return, the burn of his cock carving you open once more made you light-headed.

And he loves nothing more but seeing the cock-drunk look on your face.

Miguel grinned, his fangs protruding so attractively. "God, I love how fucked you look for me, cariño. Give me more."

He pulls and plunged himself back in, shooting hot white pleasure in your body. Miguel didn't wait long before his usual hard and rough pace started. The hand around your throat tightened and your mind turned woozy from the lack of oxygen, his thrust taking your breath away only evoking the feeling of nirvana within you.

He drove in you hard and quick enough you can distantly hear the couch legs wincing as it gets pushed back with every plunge of his dick.

"Fuck…!"

"That's right darling, I'm fucking my sweet cariño open and wide for me."

The electric shocks the head of his cock briefly grazing the head of your uterus sent your legs flailing on his sides. Growing bothered by them, he halts to rest them on his wide shoulders and wraps his arm around your thigh before entering somehow deeper into you.

Your hands found his meaty thigh and dug itself onto it and it encouraged him to go even faster, pushing you closer to the edge and you swore you could see the pearly gates of the heavens.

"I'm co-coming…! Miguel!"

"Give it to me baby, you know how much I love seeing you convulse so helplessly around me."

The hand on your throat left to find purchase on your clit, rubbing you as fast his cock plunges into you.

With a scream, you came. 

Your legs trembled violently on his shoulder as more of your arousal spurts out of your heat, white hot pleasure burned and stirred every nerve ending awake as your eyes rolled back.

But this doesn't seem to be enough for Miguel who only took a break to see your thighs convulse before continuing his thrusts.

You hit his thighs as he kickstarted another orgasm now bubbling in the pit of your stomach but he paid no heed. 

Not that you minded of course, if anything, it only pleases the sick bastard in your head, wishing to be used and fucked so well by your husband like it's your sole purpose.

"I'm so close, baby. Can you give me another one? Surely you can, right?"

His fingers rubbed your clit to the point of pain yet it somehow enhanced the pleasure growing larger in your chest and you screamed. Miguel bent down to rest his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, in the clouded state you were in, you could make out the sharp points of his canines pushing down your skin.

The threat of his bite shot jolts down to your heavily beaten cunt, once again tightening its coil. The frequent groans and low growls escaping his lips alone told you he's near to climax.

And with that, he's dragging you down with him.

"Please please please, give it to me…!"

"Yes, cariño. Anything, Anything for you."

With a couple of thrust, scorching hot explodes inside of you and Miguel slows down, almost into a halt as he rides down his high. The face of pure unadulterated ecstasy painting his face, along with his fingers, you came with another shout.

When he's calmer, he lets his sweaty body fall into your arms before reaching around to do the same. 

As your breathing returns to normal and the fog in your head clears, Miguel places a gentle kiss on your temple and cheeks.

"I love you so much, cariño."

"I love you more, guapito."

[teeth-farie]

Astarion bends and writhes under your caress, head thrown back against your shoulder as you make work between his legs. He’s practically delirious, drunk off the sensation you provide. He’s by no means inexperienced, he’s bed more than you could count on your fingers and toes, and yet the elf is boneless against you, taking every slide of your hand with a shaking breath.

You tease the head of his cock with your fingers, sliding your index back and forth across the drooling slit. Astarion jerks like he’s grabbed a live wire, clutching onto your thighs like a lifeline. How could you have evoked such a reaction in him? Could it be love? As much as the spawn would loathe to admit such a vulnerable thing, deep down he knows the truth of his unbeating heart.

“Darling.” He hisses through his teeth, sharp fangs catching on his lip. You hum softly in acknowledgment, squeezing your fist tighter on every up slide, his pre dripping against his stomach. Astarion groans, toes flexing.

“Hush now, I’ve got you. My good boy.”

And something in him must break, he must have shattered the last bit of sanity left in him because his back arches, legs curling to his chest as he cums, long streaks of it against his belly and thighs. His eyes twitch, jaw slack with a crumpled moan. You hold him throughout it all, whispering softly in his sensitive ear, telling him all the things he needs to hear. He only hopes that you mean it all.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Emperor's Children have a sex drive

Boom! This is canon. It took me to read a lot of literature and write down all the hints, but it was worth it.

Here we go ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

First of all, we need to start with Julius Kaeseron, who experienced sexual attraction to Bequa, and later to the demonette. Fun fact. In my native language, because of the translation, not only Julius appreciated the delights of the composer, but also Lucius, lol.

JULIUS WATCHED WITH barely contained excitement as the blue haired composer crossed the stage and descended into the orchestra pit to take her place on her conductor’s podium. Dressed in a scandalously translucent dress of gold and crimson, the gossamer thin material hung with precious stones that glittered like stars. The cut of her dress plunged from her shoulders to her pelvis, the swell of her breasts and the hairlessness of her flesh clearly visible beneath. ‘Magnificent!’ cried Fulgrim, clapping furiously with the audience at Bequa’s appearance, and Julius was amazed to see tears in his eyes. Julius nodded, and though he had no real memory of feminine splendour or any frame of reference against which to compare her, the composer’s curves and obvious womanhood stole away his breath. Julius had felt such stirrings of emotion when he gazed upon his primarch, heard a particularly inspiring piece of music or went into battle, but to feel his senses aroused by a mortal woman was a new experience for him.

Bequa Kynska thrashed like a lunatic atop her conductor’s podium, jabbing and slashing the air with her baton, her hair a wild comet of blue as it whipped around her head. Julius tore his eyes from the magnificent sight of her and looked out over the audience to witness its reaction to this sublime, raucous music.

And yes, in all of these examples, you can see that Julius doesn't just find the girl and the demonette beautiful. He notes that he was delighted by femininity. Moreover, he even calls it seductive. Seductive. Not the most commonly used word in the Space Marine vocabulary.

Julius had never seen anything so simultaneously beautiful and repellent, a naked female creature that evoked both a potent loathing, and a perverse sensuality that gnawed at the pit of his stomach. Hair like needle horns swept back from her oval face, with its green, saucer-like eyes, fanged mouth and luscious lips. Her body was sculpted perfection, lithe and sensuous, but with only a single breast, and her skin was loathsomely tattooed and pierced. Each of her arms terminated in a long crab-like claw of glistening red chitin and moist flesh. Despite the lethal claws, the creature was disturbingly seductive, and Julius felt moved in a way he had not been since he had been elevated to the ranks of the Astartes. She moved with languid, cat-like grace, her every movement redolent with sexuality and the promise of dark pleasures and excesses unknown to the minds of mortal men. Julius ached to taste them.

And here you can see that the space marines did not yet know how to unleash their emotions. How to have pleasure other ways than battle:

The Astartes too were swept up in the surging power generated by the Maraviglia. Blood was spilled as the emotions of the Astartes were overloaded with sensational excess, and were vented in the only way men bred as warriors knew how. An orgy of killing spread from the stage, blood running in rivers as the power of the music thundered through La Venice.

But they learn quickly and start trying a lot of different things. This can be clearly seen in "Reflection Is Cracked". And yes, there is even a special place for more intimate things:

"Which was not to say that the observation deck went unused. Those who imbibed the toxically hallucinogenic cocktails brewed by Apothecary Fabius found enlightenment in its infinite vistas, and many indulged their freshly awakened carnal hungers with vicarious feasts of flesh and blades. Discarded bodies and torn heaps of broken glass lay strewn throughout the bay, and the occasional moan issued from a jumbled pile of clothing and leather restraints."

The same story mentions that they had fun with prisoners on one of the planets for several days. At first, one company abused the slaves, later handing them over to another.

During the Siege of Terra, the Emperor's Children also tortured mortals. Moreover, it is not specified exactly how. If this were ordinary literature, then “more direct and crude enjoyment” could be perceived as a, ahem, dubious agreement. But since Warhammer 40k is here, use your imagination.

Simple pleasures had given way to complex debaucheries. While their allies fought and died the Emperor’s Children slaughtered more than a million people and rendered them down to create endless varieties of drugs and stimulants. Countless thousands more died to give the Emperor’s Children more direct, if cruder, enjoyment.

How exactly did they have fun? Not specified. But I think that everything was there. And yes, this is an important point.

In Angel Exterminatus, Julius even emphasizes that they began to experience pleasure in EVERYTHING. They began to look for pleasure in all things.

The Lords of Profligacy had lifted the suffocating veils of the mundane from their eyes and shown them unlimited worlds of sensation and indulgence. Undreamed vistas of excess in all things: noise, music, bloodshed, hedonism, torture, violence, adoration and most of all, worship. Every second not spent indulging desires declared taboo in an earlier age was a waste of life, and Julius Kaesoron had long since declared that no act of indulgence would remain beyond his grasp.

And yes, sexual attraction is a matter for every person. While most Space Marines will be attracted to ladies, some will look at men. Yes, I can nitpick, but c'mon, just read this passage:

Lonomia Ruen detached himself from the advance, and Lucius cursed. Since the death of Bastarnae Abranxe, Ruen had transferred his cultish adoration to Lucius. For a while it had been an interesting diversion to have a slavish devotee, but Lucius was already tiring of the man’s desperate need. ‘Your body is a wonder,’ said Ruen.

In the first book about Fabius Bile, a lot is described about how the Emperor's Children have fun on the ship:

The observation deck had become a place of contemplation and experimentation for the masters of the Quarzhazat. A place to indulge in pleasures of body and mind. Slaves bearing immense narcotic generators staggered to and fro, filling the air with a pleasant fug. Emperor’s Children sat on marble benches looted from Imperial temples and eldar crone worlds, or lounged on cushions made from the flayed hides of prisoners, speaking softly to one another of past debaucheries and future ecstasies. They wagered on gladiatorial bouts, watching as unlucky crewmembers gutted each other with rusty blades or, in some cases,hands and teeth. Elsewhere, the crude gutter-poetry of lost Nostromo warred with ear-splitting songs culled from the manufactorums of Chemos and Cthonia. The more artistically inclined among them painted obscene murals on the wall and deck. Armour was peeled away from flesh, so that brands could be applied, or the bite of a tattooist’s needle.

And here we see this:

In the shadows, more intimate entertainments were being enjoyed, to judge by the screams of slave and Space Marines alike. The smell of blood and worse was strong on the air.

Moreover, their leader clearly loves his daemonettes too much. These are the interesting hints you can find in books.

The Radiant seemed to enjoy these occasional slaughters, and openly encouraged them, when he wasn’t leading a hunt or consorting with his Neverborn courtesans.

Oleander really distinguished himself, since apparently he started an affair with Fabius' daughter Melusine:

Oleander, it crackled. It has been so long, my love... come to me... come... He took a halting step forward, despite himself. Desire surged up in him, rising wild. His limbs trembled with need and his brain sparked with longing. A face swelled in his mind’s eye, inhuman and beautiful and terrible in that beauty, teased into the open by the electricfingers stroking his soul. He had danced to this rhythm before, however, and he recognised a lie when he heard one. He forced himself to stop, though his every instinct begged that he go forward. ‘No,’ he croaked. ‘No, I know her febrile stink, and you are not her,’ Oleander said. ‘She would not ask – she would demand.’

In the short story "A More Perfect Union" by Richard McCormick it's implied that some Emperor's Children are having sex (or something like sex). And not only with slaves but with each other.

Xantine to Euphoros:

'It has boon some time since you made your way to my bed chamber, my lord,' he said, draping a purple cloak around his naked body and drawing himself up to standing height with a predator's grace.

Euphoros to Xantine:

'I was worried, I hear pillow talk from from souls who tell me you are lost to your ...'* he looked at the empty containers. 'To your predilections.'

In the book Pariah, the simply amazing character Teke the Smiling appears. And yes, he not only notices the beauty of Beta and Judika, but also wants to “have fun” with the girl. He calls her "sweet" many times as if in mockery. And jokes that she should take her friend on board as "plaything".

‘My, but you’re beautiful,’ Teke said to me, regarding me intently. ‘As beautiful as the boy. Those eyes, that mouth. The hard absence of soul. It’s such a shame he’s been spoiled.’

‘I don’t want to hurt you, Bequin,’ he said. He paused. ‘Well, of course, I do. Very much. Right up to the unthinkable point where it becomes a pleasure for both of us. But I can’t. I’m not allowed to. You’re too valuable.’

‘You have provided us with it. Within just hours of knowing you, Bequin… sweet Mamzel Bequin… you have already performed an extraordinary service for us.’

‘Oh, he likes you, doesn’t he?’ said Teke, smiling at the Curst. ‘Do you want to bring him too, as your plaything?’

And I like how in the sequel the two girls talk about Teke.

‘I don’t have to imagine,’ she said. ‘I’ve met them. A brief encounter with the one named Teke. Thankfully, I was well warded. It was hard to tell what he wanted more – to kill me, or copulate with me.’ ‘Both, I should think. At the same time.’

Also worth mentioning is Telemachon, who was infatuated with Nefertari. Mostly due to the fact that she is a Drukhari. And he wanted to kill her for the Dark Prince. Is there any sexual connotation here? Well:

‘My angel. My lovely angel, you know nothing of what you speak. You’ve spent a lifetime running from the Youngest God. But he loves you, sweetling. He adores you and all of your kind. I can hear him sing each time you breathe. And one day, when you leave your flesh behind, you will be his. A concubine of spirit and shadow, claimed by your true love at last.’

Telemachon closed his eyes, breathing in her breath, drinking her every exhalation. Being near her was rapture. ‘Let me touch you,’ he said, shuddering. ‘Just let me touch you once.’

‘You live in defiance of his hunger, lovely angel... Let me taste you. Let me bleed you. Let me kill you. Please. Please. Please.’

Telemachon’s hunger for her was still a palpable thing, an aura that invisibly stained the air around him. He was imagining the salty richness of her blood on his tongue, and the thought made him shiver.

I want her, came the swordsman’s wish, as clear as if he’d spoken it aloud. He did not send the words to me, but his murderous desire was fierce enough that I couldn’t help but sense his thoughts.

 A feather. A single black feather. I tore it from the fine golden chain that bound it to the pistol grip and crushed it in my hand. ‘Is this from her wings?’ I demanded.  ‘But of course.’ ‘You diseased creature. Stalking her. Watching her.’ ‘And more.’ The onyx of his eyes flashed with reflected light. Telemachon was smiling. His facemask didn’t change, but I sensed whatever was left of his face behind the silver twisting in mirth.

And I really like that the Thousand Sons Space Marine stubbornly says that he doesn’t need Nefertari. That she is simply his property and she has no value to him in the Black Legion. Also he when Telemachon speaks of Nefertari:

I will end him. My mind inferred the tigrus-lynx’s violent eagerness as words, though as ever no words were spoken.

‘Do you value your life so little?’ I asked him, surprising myself with my own honesty. ‘This hunger for her will be the death of you.’

And the Chaosites have clearly expanded their vocubular. Just imagine what the Space Marines said smt like that during the Great Crusade:

‘Prey,’ the wych hissed again, echoed crudely by her sisters. ‘Oh no,’ Lucius grinned. ‘You are quite mistaken, my lovelies. I am not being hunted by you. It is you who are being hunted by me.’

Even Abaddon knows how to speak with ladys even if they are eldar which is really funny:

‘The Maiden of Commorragh,’ he greeted her.

‘They are gone.’ Nefertari broke in, still wearing her smile. ‘Their bodies hang in my Aerie if you wish to introduce yourself to them the way you have to others.’ Abaddon snorted in amused resignation. ‘What a wretched little darling you are, alien. And what of Falkus? Where is he, Khayon?’

I also found two interesting comments on reddit, but alas, I could not find exact references in the books. I'm still a human being and this is a Tumblr post, not a dissertation:

The Emperor's Children are quite possessive of the Daemons of Slaanesh. Fighting honour duels for a kiss of a daemonette or to catch the eye of a Keeper of Secrets. They showered even the least of Dark Prince's daemons with affections and gifts. It is because of this they are jealous of the Word Bearers like Saqqara who needed none of that to be beloved by daemons.

And another one:

The bile series straight up has the ec doing kinky shit only just off screen and one of the things Fabius gets accused of when he's setting up his new men is that he's just making a harem for himself.

I also like reddit about Fulgrim because it's true:

I’m pretty sure there is a pretty blatant scene in Slaves to Darkness that shows Fulgrim’s interest in EVERY excess and sex is part of the equation. It’s like a bunch of cultists and demons in the Webway essentially worshipping Slaanesh by experiencing excess including sex, gluttony, etc. Fulgrim is taking part, but it’s not exactly clear what he is taking part in. He’s a demon prince by this point obviously.

He was the only primarch who was married. He can lie himself that he didn't really loved his adoptive parents and wives but can't lie me:

Fulgrim sat back. ‘I was betrothed, once,’ he continued idly. ‘Several times, actually. Political marriages, of course. Made to seal binding agreements, or open negotiations with certain executive dynasties.’ Pyke didn’t reply. His tone had become sombre. A rare thing, for Fulgrim. The Phoenician seemed to always be smiling, laughing at some joke only he understood. But now, he seemed tired. He rubbed his face. ‘I outlived them all, one way or another.’ ‘Did you love them?’ Fulgrim smiled slowly. ‘Some. I think. At first. After a time, I stopped. Love was a weakness I could ill afford in those days. A billion lives rested on my shoulders, and any hesitation on my part would have doomed them all irrevocably.’ He laughed softly. ‘Or so I told myself then.’ ‘And now?’ ‘Now, I know it would have. There is no room for weakness in this galaxy. No room for imperfection.’

And do you know why this is a lie? Because after Fulgrim become a daemon prince, he immediately got N'kari as his consort:

Fulgrim reached the dais and flowed up its side. The bloated thing squirmed in greeting, uncoiling its bulk and twining it around Fulgrim as he embraced it. The thing purred up at the daemon primarch, baring its teeth. Fulgrim ran a hand over its hair. ‘There, N’kari, my delight… We will have bliss again once this is done with, but he is family, and that means I should listen to what he says, hmm? At least a little.' N’kari… It was not its true name – that was a thing that would have broken reality to speak – but in the realm of the warp it was like a signature drawn in atrocity. Layak had glimpsed it and heard it at the edge of bloody visions, but never seen it before. Now it sat before him. N’kari… Eater of Delight, the Son of Ruin, the Daughter of Delight, one of the Six Courtesans of the Dark Prince. Fulgrim settled next to the exalted daemon, their snake bodies intertwining with a sigh, then turned his gaze back on Lorgar.

Fulgrim squirmed, a hand running through N’kari’s hair, while another picked a wet, red fruit from a silver platter and held it out to the bloated daemon. Layak noticed that the exalted daemon’s face was a warped echo of Fulgrim’s own, a fattened parody of the daemon primarch’s primarch’s soul-breaking perfection. N’kari ate the fruit and licked Fulgrim’s fingers.

‘Which war is this, brother dear?’ said Fulgrim, running a finger over N’kari’s cheek.

Fulgrim snarled as soon as Layak willed him speech. ‘I will take your soul and–’ ‘Your consort has already issued the necessary threats.'

N’kari walked to Fulgrim’s side, its bull-headed form shrinking and thinning until it was a slender figure wrapped in red silk, its skin the colour of a shark’s belly, its eyes black orbs. A delicate crest of bone and skin ran down the centre of its scalp. ‘Where the Prince of the Princes goes, so go I,’ it said, its voice a melody that promised bliss and suffering. ‘I am bound to this and to him. As you command him, so shall I follow your will.

By the way let's not forget the words of my man Tyrell, Renegade Lord of Arden IX (Codex: Chaos Space Marines (8th Edition, pg. 52):

Take care, lest your protests grow tiresome. I have asked for so little! Anyone would think that I have asked you to sacrifice yourselves and your sons! And yet, in Slaanesh's boundless and pleasing mercy, I have asked only for your daughters. Surely you would not deny me my small enjoyments?

And I don't care what fandom thinks about my beloved Ian Watson. I don't like he's other space marines. But his Children of Emperor are great:

Were the screaming tethered female prisoners hallucinating while abominations were perpetrated slowly and perversely upon their flesh? A few tormentors had shed items of armour, exposing grotesquely mutated rampant groins, their organs of pleasure bifurcated and more, with squinting eyes sprouting from them, and with drooling lips. Others had no need to shed armour. Chaos Spawn had materialized: wolf-sized creatures with legs of spiders and bodies of imps, with questing tentacles and phallic tubes. Jaq himself almost believed that he was hallucinating. A snake-like umbilical cord connected these spawn to the swollen groin-guards of their master – who stood back, roaring and whinnying with delight, as they guided the spawn in the ravishing of their captives, soaking up the sensations of these roving external members. Corralling other hysterical captives were beastmen slaves armed with serrated axes. A Chaos Tech-Marine monitored these slaves. His armour was studded with spikes. Each shoulder pauldron was in the shape of giant clutching fingers. He wore a nightmare helmet shaped like a horse’s head, eyes glowing red. One of the shaggy beastmen drooled and dropped his axe. The beastman reached out a paw to caress a particularly voluptuous captive. Immediately the Tech-Marine adjusted a control-box strapped to his forearm. The disobedient beastman’s metal collar exploded, severing his head. The head fell. It bounced and rolled amidst the captives even as the beastman’s body was tottering.

I almost forgot to add that in the book Renegades: Lord of Excess Xantine emphasizes that he is fascinated by love. He liked to kill, torture and just look at lovers. So much so that he was delighted with the way his personal daemonette of Slaanesh hugged him. The usual hug after sex, something personal and more sensual.

Later, he warms up to Cecile, a psyker, but not enough to not use her as a navigator. Although the book mentions that he didn't want to know whether she sighed in surprise or pain when he loaded the helmet on her.

He also called one woman, whom he had picked up a long time ago (she interested him because she laughed when she learned that she had become with the inhabitants of the world, who kicked her out of the city, calling her a witch) a muse.

 So...

It is clear that, first of all, the Emperor's Children derive pleasure from murder and torture. But still this is not enough. Some may have their own personal obsession. For example, Lucius' fencing. A Space Marine was mentioned who sought satisfaction in the spiritual realm rather than the material. They may love music, food, or take drugs. Including fucking. It's just not their main goal.

So everyone who is against “sex among space marines” can relax. Yes, there is sex drive, but this is just one of the pleasures. Besides, only the Emperor's Children have this thing… at least I haven't found any other Space Marines yet. But judging by my excellent analysis, if I try, who knows.

[letshavedeernnertogether]

Bloodlust

the plot is: after having a taste of each other you cannot deny that both of you're absolutely obsessed with the new flavour and the desire it awakes

part one, part two

words ≈ 6.3

warnings: smut (like a lot of smut, it's almost only smut with a little bit of plot in the end), still a lot of blood, still licking and sucking blood and just licking and sucking, cunnilingus, bites and scratches, alastor's shadow is a creepy voyeurist (sorry not sorry)

let me know if i missed anything

*. ⋆ ✧.·:·.* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *.·:·.✧ *. ⋆

The dusk and the uneven candlelight wrapped two bodies on the bed like a velvet blanket. The night was cold and windy, the heavy curtains slightly trembled, and though you were bleeding in his embrace you felt warmth. You were hot, and you would never exchange this night for anything else. Even for redemption.

Alastor held you firmly with one hand on your hip and the other one on your scapulae. He pressed you close to him, licking the dripping blood from your neck, causing trembling in your body. His smooth long tongue went up and down, drew circles around the teeth marks, tickled you where you weren't bitten. You softly moaned, when his opened mouth covered your wound and sucked your blood and skin, and you knew this predatory kiss would leave bright bruises on you. Your claws dug into his strong shoulders, you threw your head back, and he embraced you tighter. Your hearts rapidly beat against each other.

You told him you didn't influence his vision, you just made his mind see what he craved. And these words didn't leave his head, whilst he caressed your body and sucked your blood. You slightly moaned, whispering his name, making him press himself to you more. He believed he wanted just your taste. Blood, skin, flesh. You always looked so delectable and yet so dangerous with your snow-white fangs flashing between your bloody red lips in a mischievous smile. And when had it all changed? When he began desiring different tastes of you? An hour ago in this very bedroom in these dim lights? Or did he always misunderstood his own desires? 

The only thing was clear to Alastor — you made him famished. When you first came all covered in blood, Alastor watched you from the shadows and felt an unpleasant emptiness in his belly; when you made your first kill in the walls of the hotel and thought nobody saw you, and you licked your bloody lips, he felt ache in his stomach; when you first gave him that hungry gaze of yours, he swallowed; and when his lips first met your skin, he felt starving.

Whatever hunger you evoked in him, you'd better satisfy it.

With a deep sigh Alastor parted his mouth from your neck, and you fell on the mattress when his hands let go of you. You watched how Alastor took off the undone shirt and let it fall to his knees. On his fours he crawled to you, wiping away remaining blood from his lips with his long tongue. His body radiated heat, as he leaned over you and pressed his forehead to your collarbone. He panted loud and uneven, and his breath burnt your skin like fire.

“You have no idea how much I…” He mumbled into your skin, the unsaid words grasped your heart like a trap.

Hot air fanned your chest again, as Alastor sighed and sat up. His fingers curved under the fabric of your clothes on your chest, and he began pulling down the little black dress of yours. It traced down through your hips, knees, and finally slipped down from your ankles. Alastor threw it to his shirt (you wished your scents could mix there), he grabbed your legs, putting them on his shoulder, and went down. His nose brushed your skin, as he went from your knees and core closer to your bosom, neck. He inhaled your scent, poisonous sweet and fresh like night. His face stopped between your bosoms, and you held your breath. He could hear your rapid heart. Alastor left a kiss on the right side, “Your scent,” on the left side, “Your blood,” straight on the middle, “Your soul.” Each word dribbled slowly and darkly from his mouth as a venom. The static filter disappeared, his real voice was low and husky, it fastened your pulse.

Alastor listened to your heart. The rhythm was fast and loud, it trembled like the heart of a bird caught in a cage. You could move under him, but it seemed you didn't even want to, staring at him with flashing eyes, chewing your lower lip. Alastor pressed his lips to where your heart was beating, taking in the melody of your life. The rhythm resounded in his head, your skin pressed more to his lips with your every deep breath, and he could feel you quivering under him with that contact. Alastor began to kiss tenderly, lightly. The wet kisses warmed your flesh, the sound of the smacks made you more aroused, moistening your core. Alastor stayed open mouthed against your chest, caressing with his tongue your skin. He was so close to your heart, to the source of your life.

Just a single strong enough tilt is enough to bury his teeth in you, to grab your trembling muscle and keep it between his teeth, to make you scream and to swallow you alive.

But you lay still, softly breathing and moving your legs against his hips, so calm and relaxed as if a starved cannibal wasn't hovering over you now. He glanced at you, saying, “Think I understand why you prefer to bite here,” His fangs slightly sank into your soft flesh, causing your gasp. “I can feel your life under my teeth. Inestimable feeling, indeed,” He purred in law.

Next moment a suppressed whimper escaped your lips, as his fangs grazed down your skin. He slowly tilted his head down, making the long but not deep scratches. You looked down to see several crimson lines sheding bright red liquid and a pair of blazing eyes watching you. Alastor stuck out his tongue and licked all that your body gave him, still looking at you as he lapped up your blood. His hands lay on your ribs, and you understood how small you were under him.

“Delicious… Darling, you're so delicious…” Alastor purred. He looked up when he heard your chuckle, “Ooh? You don't believe me?” You wanted to answer, but Alastor grabbed your wrist, and you watched in wonder how his long claw sank in your soft forearm and went down, slitting your skin. Blood ran down to elbow, and without taking his gaze from you, he commanded, “Lick it.”

You stared into each other's eyes, as you brought your arm to your mouth and began to make bottom-up licks. Your own tongue glided across your pale skin, you fed yourself with you, as you bobbed your head up and down and watched Alastor, wanting to see his emotions. His eyes flashed brightly, his Adam's apple moved up and down when he swallowed hardly and pronounced “Enough”. You closed your mouth and smiled. He definitely liked seeing you eating. No matter whether it was your victim, you or him.

“Which do you like most?”

“Yours.” You answered without hesitation, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“And I like yours.” His tongue traced from your elbow to your wrist so beautifully, you had to suppress your moan, but you blushed, when his eyes glanced down between your thighs and then back to your eyes. He slightly leaned to you, placing his palm on your lower back forcing you to sit up and lean to him.

“Come here,” He said, holding your palm tenderly and guiding you forward, whilst he slowly lay down on his back, and you turned up staying on your fours above him. He pushed your hips, signaling that you had to crawl further. His hands traced down your body from shoulders, to chest, to sides, to hips as you crawled to the metal rods of your bed headboard. You stopped when you appeared almost sitting on his chest.

“H-higher?” You looked down at him. Gleamy red eyes flashed with lust, tongue licked the lips in foretaste, “Higher,” He commanded. Before you did as he ordered, you took off his monocle. The rim was made of a black metal but wasn’t cold to the touch, warmed with his skin. The candlelight reflected in its red glass. “Ahh, thank you, dear. So providently, you must be reading my mind, hmm?” Hummed a static voice, and a cold shadow tendril took the object from your palm to place it on your bedside-table. Glancing down at him, you noted, “I can't read minds.”

“Hmm,” Alastor hummed pensively, and his furthest words brought rose on your cheeks, “What a pity!” 

His fingertips tapped against the soft skin of your buttocks when your hips hovered over his face. You heard a clap and suddenly cold air kissed your already wet entrance. You blushed when you heard a moan beneath you, “Mmm,” A drip of your juice fell into his mouth just when he made your panties disappear. You were already so wet, so exuding, so ready.

Hands on your waist gently pushed you down, and you spread your legs wider. You felt his hot breath on you and clenched onto your knees. The sharp tip of his tongue slipped along your heat, making you gasp and slightly jump up away from his greedy mouth.

“Don't be shy, dear. You'll feed me like I did, won't you?” His lips touched your folds, and he covered your pussy with gentle kisses, pressing down on your buttocks to bring you closer. A kiss on your left thigh, a kiss on your right thigh, loud smacks on your mound, a suck on your clit, more kisses to your soaking cunt. He glanced at you, waiting for your answer. “Y-yes…” You murmured stutteringly, and he placed his lips on your clit again, sticking out the tip of his tongue, slightly brushing it, “Ahh! Y-yes! Mm, yes, Alastor, I will!”

You heard a low chuckle under you and felt how his tongue rubbed along your slick folds back and forth, back and forth, making you slightly moan, its tip swirled around that tiny pink spot of yours just very slightly, even teasingly, causing trembling in your thighs, filling you with need. You looked down to see bright red eyes with half-drooped crimson lids, staring at you with lust, hunger, adoration. His pupils widened, he greedily breathed in your scent and lapped your taste. Oh, how tasty you were there, he licked every inch, every fold of your pussy like a spoon covered in syrup.

The tip of his tongue poked at your slot, slowly went up to your clit, pushed at your little organ and drew little circles around it. Your thighs shook slightly, you mumbled something, and he went back to your dripping hole, sticking out his tongue further. Your hips began to rock, as you wanted more and deeper. Feeling your anticipation with his tongue, he pushed you lower, and your walls clenched around his appendage as it slipped deep into you, making you claw into the sheets and moan voluptuously. Alastor groaned into your flesh when your pussy embraced his muscle tightly, he snatched at your hips more firmly, not wanting even a millimetre to separate you from him. His tongue swirled deep inside your soft walls, touching the places you never reached yourself and causing more of your juices to dribble into his mouth, causing more shivers run down your spine, thighs. His brows knit, as he savoured your taste with loud slurp and groan, and the lewdy sounds made your hips gyrate more.

The heat you felt, the pleasure Alastor brought you, was divine. You softly moaned, rocking on his face, throwing your head back, propping yourself with your hands against his hips. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed some motion and turned your head. You saw a tall slim shadow among the red flames of the candles. It stared at you with a wide grin, and you could see how hard it breathed, just as a dog after a chase. Its shoulders shook in strange movements, but you didn't see its arms. It was Alastor's shadow and it watched you and his master right now. You blushed and your head spun with this realisation, but suck at your clit made you switch your attention back to him. “Ah-alastor! Alast-tor!” But he only groaned into you, finally hearing how his name sweetly fell from your lips, and drove his tongue back in you, making your hips quiver. “Mmmm,” You mewled when his tongue rubbed your little nub again. Your hand wandered across his hips until it touched the hard organ of your lover, and you felt a deep sighed against your pussy. You glanced back, moaning just at the sight of his swollen member twitching in your tender grasp. The taste of his skin and cum phantomed on your tongue, awakening your appetite once again.

Alastor moaned when he felt your fingertips on his cock, stroking up and down his length with such tenderness and shyness. You didn't squeeze him tightly, just slowly traced along his cock, lubricating him with his precum. Alastor placed his thumb on your clit, and pushed his sinister tongue back into your sugar hole. You whined at a new touch that sent vibration through your muscles, making them tense and arch your back. “Ah-al.. Alastor, it's-” But the demon beneath you consumed from so deep parts of you and so voraciously, so pain and pleasure blended, occupying you brain and turning it into fuzz.

Your strokes became faster and you held on his member firmer, your hand moistened in his sticky fluid, and you brought it to your mouth. Alastor watched you sweetly licking your palm and wrist, your fingers and between them; you kept your eyes on him feeding yourself.

But then your eyes widened, and you covered your mouth with your now clean palm, afraid that the loud obscene sounds escaping from your lips could be heard on this quiet night. Rolling your eyes back, you pitifully moaned into your palm, rocking your hips, trying to take more in this blissful release, whilst your nectar poured down Alastor's throat, intoxicating him like a love potion, for he desired for more and for longer and forever.

“Fuck! Good… So good, darling,” He said as he sat up to his knees, grabbing your trembling body from your back and kissing off the sweat from your neck. You gasped when he pushed you forward, and you fell on your belly. With your back you felt Alastor's heat and hot breath against the nape of your neck, as he leaned over you, pressing his aching cock to your butt, his fingers closed down around your wrists.

“If you starved for days, I starved for months, dear,” His dark whisper burnt the place behind your ear, “It was luscious, dear. So good,” His fingers intertwined with yours, a moan escaped your lips when you felt him rubbing between your cheeks, “Can't even know whether I'm able to keep control tonight.“ The static in his voice became louder, the noisy warning of danger made you feel calmer somehow.

“Then don't try.”

The buzz subsided and you heard a slightly alarmed, “How's that?”

“Don't try to hold you back, Alastor. I want you, and I want all of you.” You bucked your hips back against him, making Alastor let out a suppressed groan. “I've been starving for months too, and if you let go of me now, you'll be able to see it yourself.” You were frustrated with his silence and inactivity, for he stopped those tender movements of his hips against your skin. You turned your head to glance at him and continued, smiling, “I am not afraid, Alastor. I accept anything you offer me. I need it, Alastor. Please. Please, let us not worry about what we’ll face when the sun rises. Tonight is only you and I.”

For a moment you could hear only the rustling static, and then Alastor leaned in, his bare chest met your back and you could feel with your skin his breath, as his chest touched you with his every breath. His lips captured yours in a tender kiss. No blood, no pain, just shivers running down your bodies, as you tenderly partake each other's breath and taste, proving your devotion for each other for tonight. For more nights.

Parting his lips from yours, Alastor didn't open his eyes but hid his face from your gaze, pressing his forehead to your crown. He whispered, “Not only this night, darling. You know it. You belong to me, now.” His cock slowly traced down between your nates, and his tip kissed the rim of your heated hole.

“Mmm… Yes..!” You moaned, dispelling his last doubts. His already dewy cock easily slipped deeper into you. “I fought back my desire to devour you for so long…” Your voice trembled.

“Longer than me?” You heard a smile in his voice and couldn't help but smile too. The half of his length was inside of you, and then he moved out but just to make his next thrust deeper.

“Ah! N-not sure! But from our f-fir-ohh-st meeting I-I thought only- ahh ‘bout you!” He slowly rocked his hips back and forward, not letting his whole length come into your core yet. Shivers ran down your spine, Alastor quietly called your name, told you how good he felt and how perfect you were for him, and you loved him being so vocal.

You remembered the first time you heard his footsteps in the dark corridor, the crackling of the atmospherics brushing your ears, his loud heartbeat telling you how hot his blood could be. When he first gave you the intent glare of his shining crimson eyes, his first sharp smile with long fangs, and the first touch of his warm hands. He grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look up at him and answer his question, “So, do tell me, why are you sneaking at my door in the dead of night, sweetheart?” The first time you heard that bewitching voice hiding a threat behind its sweet tone, and coupled with his burning gaze and firm sharp claws on your chin, it gave you no choice but to say the truth, “Thought I smelled something scrumptious. I'm hungry.”

Since that day the static buzz still ran through your veins, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. His alluring voice echoed in your head, the phantom feeling of the atmospherics vibrated through your muscles, and every time facing him, you had palpitation and felt the heat in your core.

Alastor placed his hands under your hips to slowly lift your pelvis, making your back bend to a beautiful smooth curve. “Ahh…”, He pushed a little deeper, hands held on to your hips tightly, his head pressed against the nape of your neck, and a low moan escaped his lips as you mewled under him.

Alastor bowed his head down, so his teeth slightly grazed the skin on your shoulder blades, leaving the bright red lines, and making you softly whine with pleasure blended with pain. His tongue lapped the blood away, but his fangs made new scratches that were immediately caressed again with his tongue, “Good,” another lick and another thrust, “Very good.” Staying inside of you with half of his length, he helped you boost a little more until you stood on your fours. You chewed on your lip, feeling his cock inside of you, big but not deep enough, and you slightly leaned back. A trembling sigh fell from your parted lips, as his cock went deeper, and you slowly returned to your previous position just to pull yourself on him anew and feel him again. Alastor watched how he disappeared in the tight ring of your heat, felt how your pussy clenched around him and how your juice enveloped his cock, listened to your unintelligible sweet babble and moans.

“That's right, dear… Yes…”

A slender silhouette began to form on the maroon wallpaper, where the candles didn't pour their light. The shadow peered into your face, wryly grinning at you, it slowly tilted its head, admiring the sight of you being fucked with its master. Soft moans flew down from your slightly parted lips, only white fangs gleamed in the dark; your cheeks blushed so cute and probably were warm to the touch; tears were forming in the corners of your magenta eyes, as it became harder for you to control your breath and suppress your moans. The hazy black face suddenly flew closer to you, its hollow eyes seemed to look into the depths of your soul, whilst you moaned looking back at it. “A-alastor..?” You felt a cool humid touch — the shadow cupped your cheeks in its hands but soon let go of you and dissolved in the darkness. The same cold touch traced down your back, disappearing as it reached the pit above your buttocks, and a quiver went through you, making your body wave with pleasure. You heard a low chuckle behind you, but weren’t sure if it wasn't a hallucination. Alastor placed his hand on your chest, caressing your soft skin, playing with your hard nipples, then his hand slowly went down to your waist, and stopped on your hip to hold it firmer.

When your hips moved back, Alastor harshly pushed forward. You couldn’t suppress a loud moan, and you felt a hand on your lips. He pulled your hips closer to him until your pussy met the base of his cock, causing you to groan into his palm. “Shhhhh. You don't want to wake anyone up, do you?” Alastor whispered in your ear, and you nodded your head. His heated body pressed against yours, and he didn't move, giving you time to adjust his size. Tears were running down your cheeks and tracing down his hand, as you puffed against his skin and breathed his scent in. 

Slowly he began to thrust, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin reached to your hearing, and the sound made your pussy wetter, causing more of a sultry noise. The slaps became more rapid, louder, so was his breath; Alastor whispered the senseless yes's almost every time when his hips kissed your butt; among your quiet moans you tried to say his name, but failed on the last syllable, as he pushed harder, reaching to the very right spot inside of you. “Yes, good good, darling. You're just… perfect.” He breathed above you, and you felt how your orgasm drew nearer, your exhalations became rapid and you pathetically moaned in his palm, your drool slipped down under his hand, and when you thought your release was so near, Alastor retracted and removed his hand from your mouth.

“N-no, no, n-noo!” You cried in desperation, but a cold invisible touch to your face made you silent. Alastor turned you around and pushed you down on the mattress, he held your shaking legs together and placed them on his shoulder, leaning closer to you. “Now, my sweet darling, don't you dare to take your eyes off me, understand?” You could only nod your head. “Lovely.” Alastor stroked your knees, as he waited for you to catch your breath and your heat to cool down. The tip of his cock was still between your folds, your juices mixed on your skin.

The red wine moonlight haloed your lover from behind, casting a shadow on his face. The bright moon seemed to be stuck between his large antlers. With his sinfully grin and the red aureole sharply outlining his figure Alastor looked like an ominous saint. A saint you willed to serve and willed to eat, so he'd dissolve in you completely as you absorbed him. Or, if he commanded, you'd slide into his mouth to disappear in his void. What pleasure would it be to melt away on each other's tongues.

You bit your lower lip, holding back moanings, when a strong wave of pleasure quivered your body from your toes to head, as Alastor finally pushed forward, slowly entering in your soaking hole wholly. He looked deeply into your wide eyes flashing bright with delight and groaned, feeling how warmly you clenched around him. “Adorable,” He cooed at the sight of your fangs showing under your red lip and your eyebrows rising high in a pleading look. He made a few thrusts, firmly holding you by your ankles and hips, as you curved your toes.

You watched with devious gaze how Alastor parted your legs, letting you embrace his waist  and pull him closer to you. The hand Alastor kept on your hip slipped down to find its place between your thighs, his fingertips touched your clit, causing you to press yourself closer to him instinctively. 

“Not now. Perhaps some other day.”

The static statement made your blood cold — did he want to stop? — before you noticed a spot darker than night behind Alastor's shoulder. His shadow appeared again, its wide mouth was very close to your ankles, fingertips pressed to your knees. Did it ask Alastor something? Did it ask about you?

A strong hand grabbed your chin, turning your head straight, “Eyes on me,” Alastor said and rubbed your sensitive pinky spot, making you bite your lip harder. Blood slipped from under your fangs, and his tongue glided along your lips, collecting red droplets, and when he thrusted again he covered your mouth with his in a passionate kiss. You moaned into him, his tongue embraced yours, his hand went from your jaw to your cheek to caress it softly, while he thrusted so deep it almost hurt. Your lips parted, tongues slowly separated their embrace, and Alastor hushed at you again, whilst his fingertip still played with your clit, drawing slow circles around it or tracing up and down, while you whined with your mouth closed. He adored your moans and deep heavy exhalations burning his face; adored how you struggled so much to fulfil his task, keeping your eyes on him and not to roll them back or turn away your face; adored the smell of your arousal and sweat and how your bosoms rocked to the rhythm of his thrusts. He adored you, when your claws dug deeply in his skin and he felt blood running down his spine, “Ff-uck! Ahh, are you still trying to consume me?” You could only answer with your glowing eyes that lit up when you smelled blood. His blood. So delicious, intoxicating. The tip of your tongue swept drool from your lips. “Now now, stop looking at me like I'm your game. We’re both caught in each other's snare, darling.” And when he leaned closer to coo in your ear, you sank your teeth in his shoulder, making him groan. Your claws drew longer lines on his back, as he leaned forward, making your fangs go deeper in him and going himself deeper in you. You immediately retracted your fangs until your venom could flow into his veins, and in his fashion you licked his flavour clean, whilst he rocked his hips faster. “Such a bad girl,” He darkly chuckled, “Oh, I’m so getting you back, sweetest.” 

Alastor accelerated his pace. Through your teary eyes you saw how the long shadows wrapped you both, plunging you into complete darkness. You felt yourself hovering in the air, cold and moist air like fog, and only the heat of Alastor’s body above and in you warmed you. Everything around you seemed monochrome, and only his bright crimson eyes and a green “X” flashing on his forehead were the only visible things. You knew, Alastor couldn't cause hallucinations like you, so you guessed he summoned the shadows he had control over to hide you not only from prying ears and eyes but even from the dim light of the moon. Tonight is only you and I.

You couldn't control yourself anymore, a long moan escaped your mouth, and you threw your head back, when you heard Alastor's voice groaning your name and his moan, as he came at the same time as you. Your back arched, legs wrapped around his waist, pressing him close to you, not wanting to let him go, his seed creamed your walls from inside and your own nectar poured on him. You shook in his embrace, your hands clutched at his back and his hair, he was still filling you wholly and whispered, “Good, my dear. You're so. Fucking. G-good…”

When you opened your eyes you saw the crimson wallpaper and burning candles. The flame built beautiful unequal steps of wax, though the length of the candles hadn't changed. The curtains were closed. In the silent room only heartbeats and breath of the both were heard. It was your bedroom again.

You looked down and saw Alastor sitting at your legs, he fingered his cum back in your pussy and left light kisses on your thighs. You noticed some bruises and bitemarks there. The shadow hovered near him and watched the smooth movements of its master.

Alastor felt your gaze on him and looked up. He made a last push into your pussy with a proud smile and crawled to you to lie by your side. You immediately clung to him and he wrapped his arms around you. Your legs intertwined and you understood that both of you were absolutely clean now (excluding your inside, you felt how uncomfortably but pleasantly wet you were there), though the scent of blood of him on of you still was in the air and tickled your nose. “Thank you,” You said, turning to your side and looking at him. Alastor’s face was so beautiful when he was so close to you. You could see all the mesmerising shades of red in his eyes, the little wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, caused by his ever present smile, and even the tiny wounds on his lips after your vampire kiss. Alastor raised his black brow at your words, and you continued, “I don't remember if I told you that, but it was in my head for all night. Thank you.”

“Hmm,” He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he looked at you again, his smile grew bigger and in eyes played a mockery, “You're welcome, my dear, but don't forget I'm grateful for you too. The pleasure you received me I have never experienced before. Thank you, dear. But!” His forefinger appeared in front of you and playfully bumped you in your nose, “For all night you said? That's a lie, dear, a shameless lie.” You stared in wonder at him. “We are so, so far from being finished. And have you forgotten? I still haven't taken revenge on you for the bite.” Your eyes widened, “B-but I thought… What happened in the shadow was-”

“Oh dear, don't you take orgasm as a punishment? Oh please!” He rolled his eyes, snickering at you, “It was just a treat, dear, that we both deserved after such long starvation.” Suddenly he wrapped your wrist with his hands and rolled over, pinning you down to the mattress with his weight. But this time his eyes flashed not only with desire and hunger. A bit of anger gleamed too, and the sight made your heart skip a beat both in fear and craving.

“The real punishment is starting now.”

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A night creature like you never needed sleep. Neither day nor night. You could stay awake for days and just time after time gave your eyes rest by closing them, but your body or spirit never felt the urge to sleep. Alastor was the same. Why waste your time sleeping and see useless dreams when you could do something really entertaining? Go for a hunt for example? Or trying to eat your beloved alive?

But when the sky behind the glass changed in a lighter hue, the sign of the coming morning, you both needed a little rest after the longest night in your afterlife (at least, for you it was the longest). You felt exhausted and really needed a break, which you suggested to Alastor too, for you knew he’d never admit that he was tired, but by pretending that he just supported you, he could give himself a rest too. So now you lay in a warm embrace with your eyes closed, listening to each other's heartbeats.

The pink sunbeam hit your eyes and you opened them. The sunrises in hell were always red-pink, and the warm light of the sun entered your bedroom through the black uncurtained velvet, painting the room with a soft reddish hue. Looking around, you noticed that the candles were still burning, and with a wave of your hand you made them go out. One of your powers: to make lights go out but never light up. It was a beautiful theatrical menace before you chase your game in hunt. You propped yourself up on your elbow and viewed yourself. The night was hard and the bite marks on your tights, neck and breast with scratches on your hips and ribs, and also the muscle pain  in your legs were proof of that. Smiling broadly like a crazy man, you fell onto the pillow. You felt ecstasy, so satisfied, proud and filled with delight.

You cast an eye at Alastor. He looked a tad damaged too: vampire marks on his chest, arms, and his back was all red after the rough caress of your claws. Several little scratches were visible even on his antlers, as a few hours ago you clutched at them during the nth time he took you. But after all, he looked much better than you.

His eyelids trembled as the sun reached to his face too, and before he could open his eyes, you pressed your lips to his. He emitted a sound of surprise but next second you felt him clinging closer to you in a gentle but determined kiss.

When you parted your lips, your voices merged into a “Good morning, sweetest”, when you both whispered against each other's mouth and chuckled.

* ☽ ･ ｡ﾟ･ ☾ *

When everybody went downstairs for breakfast, the first thing they saw in the dining room were you and Alastor, sitting at the table. No plate was in front of you, and Alastor held only a cup of coffee in his hand. All others plates were already filled with omelette with some vegetables and waffles on the saucers nearby.

“Sooo, you stay?” Asked Angel, taking his place next to you. You wore a black dress with a long skirt and long bell sleeves, a velvet choker wrapped around your neck, crimson gloves covered your wrists. Such an inappropriate outfit for breakfast just to hide all the lovemarks Alastor left on your body. He didn't like that you hid the job he was so proud of, but you alluded to the fact that he hid your lovemarks too, and also you mentioned that you didn't want to make the residents worry or even frighten them with your new wounds.

“Sure!”

“Why of course, she is!”

You and Alastor exclaimed at the same time and gave each other a glad look.

“Are you sure?” Vaggie crossed her arms on her chest, gazing at your figures with uncovered suspicion. Charlie sat next to her, pressing her hands to her heart. From the other side of the table you could hear how it beat in a shy hope.

“Yes, my dear, she stays.” Alastor stated with a poisonous smile, and you wrapped your hand around his elbow, slightly tilting your head to his side. A satisfied smile played on your face, but what surprised the crew the most was the lovely blush on your cheeks. Nobody even guessed that someone like you actually had blood running through the veins, but when you satisfied your hunger completely you were like alive again with red hue in your cheeks and warmth on your fingertips.

Angel was sitting closest to you, after Alastor of course, and noticed the marks on your neck, which couldn't hide the thin necklace you wore. You heard a smirk and glanced at him.

“And what so special did he do to bring you back to life, miss fancy fangs?” He asked with a seductive smile, arching his eyebrow.

“Just gave himself to me.” Your answer made Angel choke on his waffles, and it caught the attention of others, making them stop their conversations. Angel blushed but not only because of your words, there was also something too intimate in the glow of your red eyes, and something forbidden hid in the curve of your smile. But he was the only one who heard your words clearly, not counting Alastor, who placed his cup on the table and placed his hand on the small of your back so nobody could see, “Now now, darling, learn to choose your words properly,” Alastor said, giving Angel a dark glare, “I gave you my blood and this is the reason you felt so good."

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Angel exclaimed, making others listen closely.

“No. We're absolutely honest with you, Angel!” You said, looking at him and then turned back to Alastor. You looked up at him, your cheeks blushed more and you lowered your gaze, covering your mouth with your fingers, “But honestly, Alastor… Not only your blood.”

Angel looked at you with wide opened eyes, his mouth slightly opened in shock. Husk, sitting next to him, froze with his fork stopped half way to his mouth, as he heard your words. He cast an eye to your direction.

“Well, to be completely honest,” Alastor said loudly, pushing back his chair and standing up. He grabbed your hand, making you follow him and trying to keep his pace, as you still chuckled embarrassed into your fist. As Alastor passed by behind Angel he bent slightly to say, “She wasn't the only one who satisfied the hunger.” And hand in hand you left the dining room. Your ringing chuckle echoed in the walls.

Husk said grampily, “The fuck he said now?”

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"Mine." - Muzan x Chubby! Reader

"M-Muzan... P-Please..." (Y/N) mewled out as she tried to conceal her moans as Muzan was kissing and licking her neck, and touching her simultaneously. His warm tongue grazed (Y/N)'s neck as his hands were running through her half-naked body. His hands felt so firm every time he softly squeezed her skin, it made her breath hitch.

"It's too late to beg for forgiveness, my love. Who said that you could be around Douma? You should know how much I despise him when he's with you." He hushed that last part out in her ear, giving her goosebumps whenever he talked to her like this in her ear. "The way he speaks to others, the way he can get to their heads because of his temple, it makes me sick how gullible those mortals are to follow him." He grabs (Y/N)'s chin as he turns his head to face him as he says, "And it infuriates me whenever he talks to you, knowing that you belong to me."

(Y/N) opens her mouth as she was about to speak to him about her being with Douma, but was quickly silenced by him as he sticks his tongue inside her mouth, and seals his lips. (Y/N) whimpers as she felt his grip on her stomach get tighter, feeling his nails dig into her skin to where it hurt, but not where she bled. His tongue controlled her as her body started to fall limp, her legs fell lan​guid as she suddenly collapsed on her knees, but Muzan continued to lock his lips with her.

Muzan makes a deep purr that almost sounds like a growl as his hand starts to go up to her body and onto her bra. He clasped her cup and pulled it down to reveal her big and fluffy breast. He groped her breasts, resulting in her gasping for a brief moment before Muzan reconnected the kiss. She puled at his immediate action, but couldn't help but melt into his kiss. The way his tongue moved like a snake in her mouth, and their teeth briefly clashing against each other, made her body feel like jelly.

Muzan's hand began to move in a circular motion, feeling her skin return to its regular form every time he softly squeezed it. Muzan disconnected the kiss as he lowered his head down to (Y/N)'s neck, and felt him scrape his sharp fangs on her sensitive skin. She mewled at the touch of his canines touching her skin, as her thighs began to rub against each other, as well as her hands. "Muzan... I... I-I didn't mean to--" She let out a sharp gasp as she felt his teeth sink into her.

An audible shiver escaped (Y/N)'s lips as her head fell limp and it felt like all her muscles shut down the moment his teeth pricked her skin. He softly growled as he sunk his teeth into her, all while continuing to fondle her soft breast. (Y/N)'s face softly scrunches up in both pain and pleasure. Her body was paralyzed from how possessive and dominant he was, ensuring that everyone knew that she belonged to him.

He moved his head back to observe the action he performed on her, seeing the four bloody dots on her neck streaking down to her back as her breathing started to sound louder. A sadistic smile formed on his face as he began to lick the blood off of her back, and licked the puncture wounds that he caused, resulting in her evoking another whimper from her lips.

"You taste so pure... so... palatable." He purred into her ear as he gripped the back of her head, and pinned her down to the ground, leaving the bottom half of her body pointing upwards. "It makes me wanna ruin you even more." He whispered out in a lustful tone as (Y/N) heard the sound of her panties getting ripped.

He lets out a croaky chuckle against her ear as he gave her no time to prepare as he shoved his middle and ring finger inside her quim. (Y/N) makes a so​no​rous gasp as she felt his fingers bolt into her, not only that but as well breaking her maidenhead. Her pants were high-pitched, breathless, and rapid. Her leg muscles tensed up as she clamped her eyes closed to distract herself from the brief moment of throe.

Sounds of bleats and quivering breaths were drawn out, as she struggled to maintain her placidity due to her insides being so snug, even though Muzan wasn't even moving his fingers. "That's right, lose yourself to my fingers that are inside your pure, pink walls." Shortly after he said that, he started to move his fingers at such a ponderous rate, that he could feel her walls pulling his fingers back in.

"My, My. You wanted me to teach you a lesson, didn't you?" Muzan chuntered out as (Y/N) replied with a moan as she said, "N-No... I just wanted you to listen to me..." she whined out, her breath occasionally hitching as she tried to continue speaking. "I-I only stepped into Douma on accident. I-I wanted to avoid him, but he kept trying to talk to me. So that's why when you saw me talking to him, I was trying to tell him to go away." She stated as she evoked another whine from her lips.

Muzan softly hummed as he replied, "Well then, I guess I'll have to teach him a lesson. But, in the meantime..." he thrust his fingers back inside her, making her jolt her head straight up as he grabbed the back of her head and said, "...I'm gonna make sure that everyone knows who you belong to." And started to move his fingers.

Another set of bleats escaped (Y/N)'s lips as she felt the barreling pace of his fingers going in and out of her. The sounds of her moist lips, soaked from her secretions, were such a bawdy thing for the ears to hark. (Y/N) attempted to stifle a moan, but it was to no avail as his fingers felt like cloud nine. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip to distract herself from the pleasure.

However, it seemed that she had bitten her lip too hard as blood was seeping down her cheek, which resulted in Muzan licking it up. "I will never get tired of tasting you." He moves his hand to her cheek as he turns her head to face him, and he sucked on her bottom lip. (Y/N) girned at him sucking her bottom lip as he started to lick the spot of her lip that was bleeding.

He pecked her lips as he caressed her cheek with his thumb as he maundered, "Such a succulent taste, from such a small wound. Makes me yearn to see what you taste like. In fact..." he took his fingers out and saw that his fingers were drenched with discharge that was mixed with her claret. He opens and closes his fingers to see thin strings stretching and dissolving before he engulfs his fingers in his mouth.

His doing this made (Y/N) feel sheepish watching him consume her fluids. He slowly slowly slid his fingers back out, revealing them to be spotless of her substance. He softly hums in satisfaction as he critiques "Such a magnificent piquancy. I don't why I haven't done this the moment I took you in as my own. But now that I have," He then gets directly behind (Y/N) and firmly clapt his hands onto (Y/N)'s round fluffy cheeks, making her yelp as he courses his hands on both of them. "I am going enjoy this."

(Y/N) made a high-pitched croak as she felt him slowly caressing her backside, occasionally softly slapping it as well. He then spreads her out to reveal her asshole winking at him, and her thick and clammy majora. Muzan smirked as he slowly licked the top set of his teeth, and lowered his head closer until his nose was inches close to them. He softly blew air at the drenched lips, making (Y/N) slightly flinch at the cool breeze that was blown at her sensitive spot.

"P-Please..." Muzan heard (Y/N) shudder as he responded, "Please what?" (Y/N) lifted her upper body and looked back at Muzan as she stuttered out, "P-Please don't tease me any longer, Muzan..." The bridge of her nose turns into a peach-red complexion from saying that sentence. But, it was enough to incentivize him. His smirk transitioned into a smile as he said, "Don't worry, my darling, I'm gonna make you tremble by the time I'm done with you. Now, bend back down for me."

She lays her top half down on the ground and her body shook again as the first thing she felt was Muzan's thumb going up and down on her sensitive slit. "My my, you're so wet. Have my fingers stimulated you that much? Not saying that I enjoy that, of course..." A part wanted to tell Muzan to shut up, but another part of her knew that if she did, he would become rougher than her. She couldn't do anything but whine at him teasing her with his thumb.

Muzan chuckles at her feeble moans as he assures her, "Relax, my dear. If you want me to satisfy you that badly, you'll have to do something for me."

"Wh- What's that?"

"Tell me, who do you belong to?"

(Y/N) stammered at that question since she didn't want to say it out loud, but sighed as she stated, "Y-You, Muzan..." Muzan softly slapped her, making her yelp as he started to tease her with his index finger going inside her as he said, "I don't think I caught that, mind saying what you said louder?"

"You..." She exclaimed a little bit louder, "I-I belong to you, Muzan." She then felt another finger go inside her, making her whimper as she heard him say, "Good, now scream it out. Scream loud enough for everyone to hear it, and I will give you what you want."

She softly clenched her fists as she tried to deny his request, she tried to speak up, but it felt like her mind went blank as she felt him insert yet another finger inside her, stuffing her with three fingers inside her wet cunt. "Do it."

Tears started to streak down (Y/N)'s face as she clenched her eyes closed and bellowed, "P-PLEASE, MASTER KIBUTSUJI, USE ME TO THE POINT TO WHERE I CAN'T EVEN FORM SENTENCES! I'LL- I'LL TEND TO YOUR NEEDS, I'LL SUBMIT MYSELF TO YOU, J-JUST, DON'T TEASE ME FOR ANY LONGER, PLEASE!"

Muzan smiles at her depraved howls, so much so that it makes him laugh in a joyful tone. He takes his fingers out, seeing that they were soaked from her secretions, and he licked him clean. Shortly after he finished licking them, he takes both reverberated perched them onto (Y/N)'s soddened lips, and spread them out to reveal her pink folds and opening.

Such a scrumptious-looking body part. The female body can be such a blessing at times. "I won't waste any more time teasing you, now's the time for me to devour you." He said as he shoved his lips onto hers, resulting in her back slightly arching, and her mewling. "T-Thank you..."

Her toes immediately curled when she felt his tongue enter her, becoming a whining mess as she felt his tongue twisting around her rigid walls. She wasn't prepared for the amount of stimulation that was about to crash down on her, yet at the same time, she wasn't complaining due to how skilled he was at this.

Muzan looped his arms onto (Y/N)'s thighs as he continued to move and rub his tongue around her. He softly growled, sending soft vibrations throughout her body, making her breath hitch. "M-Muzan..." His breath felt so hot up against her sensitive cooze, it gave her chills every time he did a brief exhale to regain oxygen. "So... Good..." (Y/N) puled out as it felt like her muscles were shutting down one by one.

Muzan pulls his head back, his mouth and chin completely drenched from her, and grumbled as he sneered out, "It feels like I'm not getting enough. I need more. I desire more from you." He then grasped his hand onto (Y/N)'s waist, and twisted her entire body to her back, her breasts and stomach softly quivering when she made the sudden stop.

Muzan then prone on his stomach and put his hands on both of (Y/N)'s inner thighs as he closes his eyes and thoroughly licked (Y/N)'s cunt. She tried to cross her legs, but the way Muzan's hands were planted on her thighs made it impossible to even move. Her back arched as well as her neck as her mind was being electrocuted due to the amount of stimulation that was surging through her body.

"M-Mu...z-zan..." She reverberated out as she puts her hands on his curly black hair, and softly squeezed it, giving Muzan more vigor to satisfy her. He growls as tilts his head to the side, and begins to passionately kiss it like they were someone's mouth. (Y/N)'s breath started to become irrepressible, letting out very brief exhales and irregular yelps and moans. Tears started to form in her eyes again as she could feel her stomach tauten as she shouted out, "M-Muzan! I... I feel weird! M-My stomach...! I-Its...!"

Muzan then wraps his arms under (Y/N)'s legs, and lifted her lower half to the point to where her legs were dangling behind his back. Tears started to streak down her face again as she started to weep out cries of bliss as she was nearing her arrival. As Muzan was holding her thighs, hearing that (Y/N) was about to finish, he took one his hands and used his index and middle finger to slip inside her entrance, and twirl his tongue around her clit simultaneously.

(Y/N)'s breaths started to become brisk as she struggled to stifle the sounds of her whinges, but failed as she laid her head to the side and started to hyperventilate. She tried to hold herself together, trying not to make the knot in her stomach snap and release herself. But all that was quickly cast aside the moment she felt his fingers curl up and press on her G-spot, and her mind became blank.

She elicited a soundless scream as her toes curled up and she felt herself spritzing all over his chin and black top. The muscles of her slit would constrict at irregular patterns as her entire body was being shocked by overstimulation. It didn't help the fact that Muzan kept twirling his tongue and curling his finger up, pressing her spot, making her convulse at random.

(Y/N)'s hands started to slip off of Muzan's hair, her muscles finally stopped constricting as it felt like all her muscles shut down, leaving her as a trembling mess. Just like Muzan wanted. Muzan pecked at her button, and slowly slid his fingers out of her as he softly lowered her legs down to the floor and watched her body jolt. Her breath was trembling through every inhale and exhale she took, her eyes covered by her forearm while her other hand was on her left pec.

Muzan softly chuckled as he lays down next to her as he whispered in her ear, "How was that, my love? Did my actions satisfy you enough for you to understand who you belong to?" (Y/N) moved her forearm that was covering her eyes up, revealing them to be a light red color, and looks at him for a brief moment before she rolled to her side to hug him. Muzan wrapped his arm behind her back and softly caressed it as he said, "I'll take that as a yes."

They both stayed like this for a few moments, before Muzan tried to get up off of her so he can leave her be, but for some reason, he couldn't. "Hey, let me go." He said, but (Y/N) refused, only letting her grip on him get tighter. "I know you're not asleep, so you better let go before I punish you some more." (Y/N) softly groaned as Muzan's tone started to become more demanding. "Did you hear me? I said let me go, before I—"

The contact of (Y/N)'s lips connecting to Muzan's silence him as he made a sound of slight confusion as he felt (Y/N)'s tongue enter his mouth. (Y/N) rolls both of their bodies together, resulting in (Y/N) being mounted on top of Muzan. (Y/N) continued to kiss him, her face softly scrunched up while Muzan was slightly aroused. During his times of fornication, in both forms, he was never the one to be the receiver to these types of situations. But, this felt different. In a rather peculiar, but exciting way.

(Y/N) stops kissing her, a line of of their own oral fluids stretching between each other as her face was a red complexion. She was too into it now that she took the initiative and kissed him, and now she has to finish what she started. She then started to back up from him, grinding her sensitive minge on his clothes as she stopped at his legs, and look down to see a bulge the was protruding out of his pants. (Y/N) softly gulped before she took her hands, and attempted to unbuckle his pants.

Muzan couldn't help but watch (Y/N) struggle to take his belt off, not a moving a single muscle to rebel and make her know her place. He's Muzan Kibutsuji, The Demon King. And yet, here he is being pinned down by a big, supple, fluffy... beautiful... adorable human... I've never noticed... how... gorgeous her body is... Why am I now just realizing this...? He thought as he heard the sound of his belt being pulled off. (Y/N) then unbuttoned and zipped his pants and stood up a little so she could pull them down, and she witnessed his rod spring out.

The glans having a light rose color, while it's body was a pale pigmentation, much like the rest of his skin, and his pubic area didn't have a single shred of hair whatsoever. It was lengthy and girthy, curved upwards as well as veins that were tiddly, but very visible. (Y/N) had a hypnotized expression on her face, as she couldn't help but stare at his thick prick. Muzan tittered at her, but his eyes slowly went down to her stomach.

Her squeezable, kissable, face-layable stomach.

It was like his body moved in impulse as his arm reached for her, and touched her abdomen, making (Y/N) gasp and return to his senses. "Muzan, w-what are you—" "I can't stop looking at your stomach." He utters out as he sits up straight enough to give himself balance as he put his other hand on her, and started to softly squeeze it. "This... thing... this part of your body... its making me feel emotions I've never thought possible. It's so... tender... so... divine..." he then lower his head down as he started to flood it with pecks and kitty licks.

(Y/N) didn't know whether to feel happy or confused, or maybe even both. Muzan has never said anything like this to her before, so it made her wonder if this is a trick, or if this was coming from what he was feeling. "I need you... I want to mark you as my own... And the way I can do it..." he then lifts his head up and got close to (Y/N)'s ear as he huskily whispered, "...is for me to breed you."

Before (Y/N) could get a chance to react, he pushed her down to the floor, and spread her legs out with his knees. His hands next to both sides of her head as (Y/N) was looking at his depraved expression. His eyes were half-lidded, and steam huffing out of his mouth as he took one of his hands, and ripped his black shirt off, revealing his sinewy build, and his scars.

(Y/N)'s pupils dilated at the scenery of his body. Sure he was a demon, but that didn't mean that he looked so attractive, and looked so wicked due to his scars. It was no wonder why (Y/N) never saw him without his top on. "I'm gonna make sure you will be full of my seed the moment I finish inside you..." Muzan hissed out as he wrapped his arms around her, and picked her up with little to no effort.

She wrapped her legs around him, so she wouldn't fall so easily, and put her hands on his shoulders so she wouldn't arch her back so much to the point where it would hurt her spine. Muzan softly laughed as he praised her, "Good girl. And I didn't have to tell you to do that. Now..." he gave her a soft bounce as she felt his hands gripping on her haunches, as she felt his tip grazing her lips.

"I'm gonna make you scream." Muzan hushed out as he slowly lowered (Y/N) down on his shaft, and slowly felt himself entering inside her snatch. Muzan uttered a deep groan while (Y/N) elicited a high whimper. Feeling his long, thick manhood filling her at every inch. Her breath started to tremble again as her nails started to dig into Muzan's skin, but it didn't affect him in the slightest. Muzan continued to lower her down on him, stifling a moan every time he felt her clench around him. "You're so tight, even when I used my fingers on you. That's an interesting feat to have during situations like this, and I'm going to take advantage at that."

He then started to move his hips up and down, only being half inside her, and stretching her rigid walls. She laid her head on his chest as the sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. They way he was thrusting his hips, made her entire body bounce. She closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder, moaning into his ear and mewling out his name.

"It f-feels good, Muzan..." she yipped out as Muzan kissed her clavicle and her neck as he responded, "Glad you feel that way, my darling." He continued to lick and kiss (Y/N)'s neck, not leaving a single inch go untouched with his tongue as (Y/N) softly cried in elation from Muzan's rod. "So... Good..." Muzan huskily growled out as he started to sync her hips onto his, shoving his entire length into her, and hitting every spot possible.

His breathing slowly transitioned to groans as he began to have more of a firm grip on (Y/N)'s cheeks, and she had a snug grip on him. "F-Fuck..." He uttered out as he started to bare his fangs out again. Him smelling his scent of his saliva on her neck, made him shiver a little, he was like an animal, marking its mate with its redolence. He then scrapped his canines onto her neck, despite the face that he punctured the right side of her neck with four holes, and bit down on her.

(Y/N) gasped when he bit her, but it didn't hurt as much like last time. He was being careful with her, not biting down too hard to the point where she bled, but rather making the bite visible for others to see. Muzan emitted a groan, sending palpitations on her skin. He stopped biting down on her skin and pecked at the bite mark he created as he then wrapped his arms around her and started to crouch down. He got on his knees, and slowly leaned back to the floor to where (Y/N) was on top of him.

Muzan puts his hands on her hips, and began to move to hips more, all while moving his hips simultaneously. "You feel so much tighter in this position... Its like you want me to release my spunk inside you..." he said, lifting his head up for him to kiss her. (Y/N) closed her eyes as she intertwined with Muzan's lips and not long enough, his tongue. Their tongues danced with each other as they both moaned into each other's mouths and trembled with every thrust they performed on each other.

They both separated each other as Muzan started to move his hips at a breakneck pace, making (Y/N)'s voice becoming more louder, and her cries becoming more lewd. "M-My stomach's getting tighter again... Are you getting close too, Muzan?" Muzan was about to deny the fact that he was nearing his arrival, but then felt his muscles getting narrow as he was thrusting. He felt his shaft twitiching inside her. "Yes my dear. I'm getting close too."

(Y/N) cups Muzan's face as she softly spoke out, "Make me pregnant, Muzan." And locked lips with him. His eyes slightly widened when he heard those words come out of his mouth. But those words were enough for something inside him to snap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and thrusted his hips as rough as he could be, making such smutty noises as their genitalia clash each other. Her cheeks rippled with every thrust he made as her moans were reverberated in his mouth as she felt the knot in her stomach get tighter.

Shortly after, (Y/N) was the first to finish as she gushed her juices all over his pelvis, as her cunt was constricting and her body was convulsing. Muzan's moans started to become growls as with every thrust, he felt himself get closer and his leg muscles started to become tense. Fuck, even after she came, she's so tight... I'm.. Not gonna last... much... Muzan grabbed her waist and slammed her down one final time as he made a heavy exhale through his nose as he felt himself ejaculating his seed inside her, making (Y/N) shiver as she felt his warm load fill her.

Muzan's hips jolted occasionally as (Y/N)'s walls were trying to milk him for all of his sperm stored inside his cullions. They both dropped dead as Muzan had his hand on (Y/N)'s back, and (Y/N) was laying on Muzan's chest. She was breathing profusely while While he was letting out brief nose exhales. They both laid there, soaking in what transpired. "That was... amazing..." (Y/N) cooed out as her breathing was getting quieter and she was making long soft pants. "Yeah, I guess it was. But now, if anyone wants to press you, they'll have to see the bite marks I put on you."

(Y/N) hummed as her eyes started to get heavy. She couldn't keep herself from being awake so before she succumbed to her tiredness, she said, "I... Love you..." and passed out, softly snoring on his chest. It felt like all his hearts stopped for a brief moment, almost as if he felt like a human again. He softly smiles as he whispers, "I love you too, my darling." And kissed her hair.

Oh, and also, I had a different cover for this chapter, but one of my friends on Discord said it wouldn't work with the title.

I greyed everything out except the eyes, pretty cool, but I think the one up top fits the title better.

✌️👋��️.

[lunarblazes]

The raid was going fine until Scar froze time. At least, that's probably what happened. If the raid wasn't going fine before then, it would be comforting, but Scar couldn't really remember it very well, to be honest. He remembered lots of panic, which was normal whenever he did a raid, but Grian had been doing fine, last he recalled. Very self-sufficient. Impressive!

It probably had to do with the fact Scar refused to wear full armor. It wasn't meant for tree elves--the cold metal was uncomfortable! Grian couldn't yell at him for that!

He could definitely yell at him for this, though. This was a bit of a problem, even Scar could see that.

The raid was going fine, honest! It was fine! Until, well, an evoker had cornered him, and he'd panicked, and Grian had dove towards them with his sword out, intending to help, and. Well.

His magic was defensive. It really wasn't his fault, if you thought about it. Vex magic was fickle!

Scar did do this, though, and they did have a problem. He floated above the ground, his skin tinged a ghostly blue, and felt the red pulse through his veins. He sighed.

"G, I messed up," he complained, turning to his friend, "I--"

He stopped. Grian wasn't standing next to the evoker. He wasn't even standing where the evoker had been.

He was floating. Right in front of Scar. Tiny, blue, and glowing, with his miniature white wings splayed out behind him, his features blurring into each other.

"Ohhhhh, oh no," Scar moaned, putting his head in his hands. "Oh… oh no."

He should have known this would happen. He should have known! Whenever a vex spawned, an allay would follow, and Grian had killed the evoker. If it had hit the evoker, the magic would have just dispersed with the totem, but no, Grian had to come and play the stupid hero…

It really was all Scar's fault. He didn't look up.

"Scar?" Grian said shrilly. "What did you do?"

"You're an allay?" Scar replied timidly.

"I'm a what," Grian hissed, poking at his tiny wings. "What did you do?"

"Vex magic? To phase through the evoker's fangs?"

"How does that have anything to do with me," Grian said. "Also, aren't you supposed to be an elf?"

"The ears are fake," Scar said solemnly. "And you just--happened to be in the blast radius! I don't know! Cub is much better at this than I am!"

Grian paused. "…you could have been wearing armor this whole time?"

Scar's ghostly face flushed. "No! I mean, technically, yes, but it's so unfashionable! It doesn't match my hair at all!"

Grian stared up at the sky, clearly exasperated. His eyes were pure white. Scar shifted uncomfortably, resolutely ignoring the fact that he wasn't really sure how to fix this. It would be fine. Someone had to know, right?

"Well, at least the raid's stopped!" Scar said cheerfully.

"The raid…?" Grian glanced down at the nonchalant crowd of pillagers milling about. "Oh. That's… nice, I guess."

"Yeah, they don't register us as players anymore," Scar said, waving a hand. "So they can't see us!"

"They--they don't see us as players? Are we mobs now, Scar?" Grian stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Um." Scar said. He tried to think of a response that sounded sure and like he hadn't accidentally just unmade his friend's code. "…no?"

Grian's expression did not relax. His eye twitched. That was impressive; Scar didn't think he'd ever seen an allay so frustrated. It was a novel experience.

"Can we at least get the stupid vindicator for your prank before they start trying to kill us again?"

"Why not?" Scar shrugged, floating over to the minecart. He pursed his lips, focusing for a moment, and…

Pop! His hands solidified. Quickly, Scar snatched the minecart's edge and sent it flying towards a nearby vindicator. The poor mob didn't know what hit him before he was facedown in the cart, unconscious.

"There! Easy, see?" Scar grinned, turning to Grian. "All part of my master pl--"

His sentence was cut short by Grian barreling towards him erratically, like a butterfly that had just emerged from its chrysalis, and phasing right through the edge of a house before he managed to stop himself about three centimeters from Scar's head.

"These wings suck," Grian panted, jerking wildly in the air, obviously trying to stay steadily aloft and failing miserably.

"You're supposed to float, G. Not fly." Scar demonstrated by doing a little flip in midair.

Grian stared at him as if he'd grown a second head. "What? That--no. That doesn't work!"

"I just did it." He did another flip in case Grian had missed the first one. "See?"

Scar might have just exploded his poor winged friend's brain. It was as if he'd entirely bluescreened from the blatant disregard for physics spirits like them showed.

"Chin up, G. Think about all the pranks we can play until we turn back, being able to float and phase through walls!"

Grian brightened slightly, begrudgingly, temporarily abandoning his worries about flight and movement in his strange new form. "Well. I won't say no to a little bit of pranking, once we get this fella back to your base."

"Of course, of course!" Scar said nonchalantly, solidifying once more to push the vindicator on course. "Adios, raiders! It has not been fun!"

Pranking would buy him some time to actually figure out how to turn them back. Probably. Or at least get Cub to do it. It would be fine!

[askinkiskarma]

Thinking of Miguel O’hara…

➳ Thinking of Miguel using his watch to come to your dimension, just to get a glimpse of you outside your window, getting ready for bed, getting out of your sweaty gym clothes and making your way to your bathroom, coming out 20 minutes later, dripping hair and blushing, glistening, plump skin so enticing, he almost forgets the rules, almost slips and joins you, as you let the towel fall and settle to the ground around you.

➳ He finds himself slowly dragging his wet tongue across his fangs as they fill with venom, almost panting at the way he’s desperate to dig the sharp canines in your neck, like the way he used to when the pleasure got too overwhelming, when your little cunt would wrap around his length and suck him in, like you were made for him, like you never wanted to let him go.

➳ That was all in the past, so far in the past it felt like a different life, a different world away, and yet, the feelings you evoked in him, primal and unwavering, the love and lust, the heartbreak and anguish, they might as well have happened yesterday.

➳ As you cozied up in the warm blanket he knew smelled like amber and sandalwood from the mist you liked to keep by your bed, that helped you sleep, he couldn’t push the images from his mind, the thoughts plaguing him of your love that shone brightly over him for so long, of your body that made his already hard cock twitch in his boxers, of your eyes pushed in the back of your head as he lapped at your soaking folds, and with the desire of keeping the canon universe as it needed to be, to ensure that it wouldn’t collapse, completely removed from his mind, he jumps hastily to your window, opening it quietly, knowing that whatever happened would be worth, the whole pain of each universe bearing down on him would be worth just to feel you in his arms, at least one more night.

I feel like i need a part two 👀 what do you say besties?

[thewertsearch]

AG: It was kind of an intense sym8iotic thing, a particularly demanding lusus-troll relationship, and only really strong kids are supposed to 8e a8le to handle it.

Sure. Symbiotic. Let's.... let's go with that.

AG: I really didn't think I would make it. I was sure I'd fail, and my lusus would either get angry and eat me, or she'd just die and then I'd 8e culled.

It's a dark thought, but I did wonder if Vriska could have just quietly euthanized the spider. It's not like she really depended on it after infancy - quite the opposite, in fact.

Also - why does Alternia even prosecute trolls for killing a lusus? They clearly don't care if trolls kill each other. I guess the monsters are more valuable than the children.

AG: 8ut then I saw a shooting star one evening. AG: I tracked down where it landed, and found a chest with my sign on it.

Sounds like a Sburb meteor to me - but Vriska obviously didn't find her own ancestor in the chest, so this wasn't one of the Player or Guardian meteors.

Perhaps her ancestor was hiding in her session, just like Grandpa Harley. If so, she could have arranged for an extra meteor to get sent down during the Reckoning.

AG: A sign is an insignia we must wear, specific to our class. Each class has a huge alpha8et of signs, so when someone shares yours, you know you have a lot in common. I was so excited to see it.

If you didn't know about your ancestor beforehand, how did you get your sign in the first place?

I guess the Empire could just DNA-test every troll at birth, and add them to a database. Then, if your DNA is sufficiently close to a troll who came before, you get their sign.

What happens, then, if you don't have a recorded ancestor? Do you get a random sign? A new one? Does the government just assign you a sign that sort of matches your DNA?

The Marquise certainly looks like Vriska writ large. She doesn't really resemble any other troll - although her massive hair does being Gamzee to mind, and her vampiric fangs evoke Kanaya. I'll lock in a guess that those are the trolls she contributed DNA to.

AG: She documented all of her amazing adventures as she sailed around the world, commanding a notoriously deadly fleet of Gam8lignants. AG: It was so thrilling reading it. It really felt like she wrote it just for me, like she was talking right to me and telling me how to 8e like her. She even left notes on where she 8uried treasure and stuff, which I followed l8er when I started RPing. I found her dice that way, and so many other gr8 things.

She was also clearly aware of her descendant's strange fate, did what she could to prepare her for Sgrub's trials, and equipped her with a grossly overpowered weapon to ensure she'd be a winner.

...mind you, Vriska's dice are only as overpowered as they are because she can rig their outcome. Did Serket Senior even predict her descendant's Title ability?

EB: it really sounds like our situations are not so different! […] EB: i never even knew my nanna. […] AG: You had it so easy! You don't have to go hunting for clues a8out your ancestors at all. AG: There was a picture of her hanging RIGHT THERE on the wall of your hive. […] AG: Your lives are so simple and easy. It must 8e really nice 8eing a human, even though you're all so weak. AG: 8ut may8e it's ok to 8e weak, if that's what's normal.

Vriska has no idea how huge it is that she was able to say that.

[explodo-smash]

Katsuki as the Light & Izuku as the Dark- Love and Harmonious Totality in The New Era

This meta analysis’ purpose is to make the case for KT/DK existing as Light and Dark in each other’s stories respectively, and explain how this dichotomy challenges black & white thinking in the narrative. 

This meta analysis will also explore how this Light/Dark dichotomy lays the groundwork for why Katsuki/Izuku as a unit represent a “New Era" in the story.

[Can also be found on twitter]

Whether by Save to Win/Win to Save, or the fact they are osananajimi, the story frequently draws our attention back to Katsuki and Izuku’s complicated, influential and powerful bond. Despite all the changes they’ve gone through in MHA up until now, both individually and together, one thing has always remained constant: they are as symbolically connected as they are physically/mentally/emotionally.

We argue that one of the ways MHA’s narrative connects them symbolically as polar, balanced parts of a larger whole is through a sense of DUALITY. 

Furthermore, we argue that the use of contrasting Light/Dark motifs act as both visual and text metaphor to create this duality, with Katsuki representing Light and Izuku representing Dark.

It's important to note that by Light/Dark, we aren’t referring to their moral clarity, goodness or badness. Rather, we will explore Light/Dark as a metaphor that builds on themes in MHA while creating tension (contrast, conflict leading, fear and rejection) and harmony (balance, unity, love and acceptance).

Note: the Light and Dark comparisons/metaphors between Katsuki and Izuku used in MHA sometimes get lost in translation in the anime. Here are some examples….

For Izuku:

Izuku is often encased in shadows in Katsuki’s POV since the beginning.

The word used for quirk (kosei) meaning “personality”, with quirkless meaning “lack of personality”, evoking the absence of something

Character design leaning on “dark” shades (dark/filled in hair, eyes including dark pupils early in the series)

Izuku’s “Dark Hero” arc as it’s officially titled.

Izuku’s prototype/beta name “Yamikumo” meaning Dark Cloud and his personality type tending toward facades/anxiousness

Blackwhip being the OFA quirk that resonates with Izuku’s emotions (particularly his rage)

His recent “power up” moment in the current arc involving blackwhip is denoted by claws, fangs and black tendrils. This form is officially called “overlay” but Hori also calls it “carnage” in his head.

And for Katsuki:

Izuku’s description of Katsuki as someone bright and blinding, often bringing light into his eyes as an artistic consistency.

His quirk “explosion” emitting light, his move “stun grenade” literally a blinding flash of light.

Character design leaning on “light” shades (light hair, eyes aren’t filled in)

Prototype/beta ‘Gogo’ Katsuki’s light clothing and his personality type overall being bubbly and overprotective (toward Yamikumo).

Katsuki’s death chapter titled “Light Fades to Rain”, and his revival evoking that visual of a bright light.

His recent “power up” moment in the current arc is denoted by flashing lights and explosions all around his body - highlighted with laughter, and glee.

Katsuki and Izuku connect with all the various opposites attract concepts that draw on the Light/Dark duality (sun/moon, yang/yin) but the first mistake people make is approaching these concepts with black & white thinking in mind.

The meaning

The Light/Dark imagery/descriptions/metaphors with KT/DK exist as a set piece that subverts expectations by challenging binary/black & white interpretations.

Katsuki’s ‘light’ is confident and inspiring - but it can also be blinding, harsh, and overwhelming.

Izuku’s ‘darkness’ is almost like a blanket. It’s comforting and sympathetic - but it can also be scary, unnerving, and mysterious.

Initially, Katsuki wanted to get away from the ‘darkness’. Izuku was like his shadow, following him relentlessly. He misinterpreted Izuku’s behavior as secrecy or deceit. 

Izuku dragged in as much ‘light’ as he could, by both observing Katsuki closely as well as refusing to part with the nickname ‘Kacchan’. His pursuit was a combination of hope for the future and a fascination for something he didn’t have (envy). 

Both of them have a capacity for unending love and selflessness, but also uncontrolled rage and violence.

The point of this contrast is for us as readers to highlight and dismantle the surface level perceptions of these characters in the same way Katsuki and Izuku progressively do for each other. 

Building on the themes 

In the same way Izuku always saw, and admired, Katsuki’s “light”, Katsuki could see, and feared, Izuku’s “darkness”. This contributed in building tension between the two, both literally and narratively. Where another story may have framed them as opposing forces, however, MHA frames them as dual forces. Where the source of tension for opposing forces may be fundamental differences, the tension between Katsuki and Izuku comes from a REJECTION of their fundamental parts. By extension, this became a rejection of their potential for harmony.

There’s enough evidence to suggest the defining concepts for prototype/beta Katsuki and Izuku(Yamikumo) weren’t entirely discarded, but rather modified and layered upon. One of the major differences was how prototype KT/DK got along, with one of the earliest scenes drafted for MHA being a scene where they fight together.

It’s ultimately a mistake to presume Izuku is purely a positive ray of sunshine just like it was a mistake to assume Katsuki was hiding a bitter and villainous darkness within him. It’s the neglect of their core that causes them to dig their heels in and become their worst selves: 

Katsuki as egotistical, harsh and tightly guarded with a tendency to lash out, against Izuku as obsessive, obstinate and habitually repressing his emotions.

Society shaped their “quirks” (their power, outward appearance) but time and relationships informed their “individuality” (their ideals, hopes, inner drives). 

Izuku's unwavering belief in Katsuki’s light was a tether that enabled Katsuki to embrace and flourish into it. Katsuki grew to understand the darkness in Izuku by confronting that which scared him. This allowed him to empathize with Izuku’s complex thoughts/feelings during a time where Izuku was at his worst (“Dark Hero” arc–onward) and dedicate himself to making sure Izuku didn’t carry the weight of the world and its burdens on his own. 

In other words, the inevitable payoff for KT/DK facing and dismantling the tension within themselves and between each other is the harmonizing of the dual/complementary themes they’ve been written to represent, which ultimately mirrors the main messages and questions posed by MHA.

‘The New Era’

As two major pillars of the story, Katsuki and Izuku are in many ways microcosm(s) of MHA society at large.

Katsuki and Izuku as complementary forces and not opposing ones seems obvious until it is put into practice. Some characters in the story and many readers in the audience alike have struggled with understanding their multifaceted nature and reconciling what they know of KT/DK from the outside with the seemingly contradictory information KT/DK have given us about themselves over time. Rather than a fluke, this contrast is an intentional writing choice evidenced by elements like their Light/Dark symbolism.

The lines at the main center of conflict in MHA - Heroes vs. Villains - has been long since blurred. In much the same way Heroes vs. Villains has complicated good vs. evil and challenges black&white thinking, KT/DK’s relationship as counterparts is representative of a greater duality that paints a clearer picture of MHA’s philosophies on the nature of heroism, societal progress, and the difficult process of inner growth. This picture is coming to a head with the story situating them as the beginning of “A New Era.” 

MHA understands people as collections of thoughts, feelings, experiences, abilities, ideals, hopes, drives, etc., and that contradictions and tension between them are inevitable.Through KT/DK, MHA has developed a beautiful narrative where strengthening oneself involves strengthening each other and broadening our understanding of who we are.

“There is a false saying: “How can someone who can’t save himself save others?” Supposing I have the key to your chains, why should your lock and my lock be the same?”

[wjbminecraft]

[little-pondhead]

Some fic because I love your au, Fenton is gender brainrot, and little baby dan cracks me up. Full disclosure, my only familiarity with DC is DP crossover fanfic, and a Batman movie I fell asleep during. (If I had a better grasp on the characters I would totally write more :(( i love interactions) also sorry for the weird spacing. Idk why tumblr did that

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There was an empty cardboard box on the table of the Justice League’s main conference room. Taped on the top flap, next to a doodle of Fenton’s logo, was a jump drive.

Heaving a sigh, Batman plugged it in and pulled up his screen on the projector. The drive, which was named “little baby dan’s evil playtime”, contained two files; WATCH_ME_FIRST.mp4 and its-a-secreeeet.pdf. He clicked on the video file, and immediately the projector filled with a blurry close-up of Fenton’s goggles.

After a moment of fiddling with the camera, Fenton stepped back, giving a cheery wave. His lab coat and goggles were a pastel pink, which was new. “Heeeeya, Bats! Whoever else is there! If you’re watching this, you probably weren’t there when I dropped the box off, aaand it’s probably empty.”

He clapped his hands together gleefully. “And Connie, if you’re there, this is payback for cussing around my daughter.” Batman was instantly relieved that Constantine wasn’t on base. Hopefully the situation wouldn’t require Constantine’s expertise. (Or any of the Justice League Dark. Fenton seemed determined to drive them all to an early grave with his casual refusal to acknowledge the supernatural air around him.)

“Now, as you’re all heroes, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the whole,” Fenton paused for a moment, as if searching for the proper words. “”You ate a burger on a Tuesday or something equally inane, and it kickstarted a series of events that led to you going insane and evil and murdering 95% of the Earth’s population and now you must fight your evil alternate self, because your time-controlling cryptid Peepaw said so,” shtick, so I’ll skip the backstory. Say hi to Dan!” Fenton grabbed the camera, and Batman quickly jotted down several notes about the concerning number of things the boy had just said.

The camera swiveled around to show Nightingale, holding a strange beast in a manner that reminded Batman of an “elongated cat meme” Nightwing had shown him when he was still a Robin. The creature bared a maw full of razor sharp fangs at the camera. Nightingale adjusted her grip to hold the creature’s paw and make it wave, which evoked a deep growl.

“Haha, he’d kill me if I did that. Dan likes Nightingale much more than he likes me.”

“Because the worst she has ever done is attempt to shoot me.”

The camera had moved, so Batman couldn’t visually confirm that the deep voice had come from the creature, but the voice didn’t match any of Fenton’s previously revealed companions. “Yeah yeah, her aim sucked back then.” Fenton gave the camera a toothy grin that was only slightly less unnerving than the creature’s. “Dan’s not technically me, he’s much more like Dani, actually, but the world would probably end again if we left him with his other... What did you call him?” Fenton glanced offscreen.

“Bane of my accursed existence.”

Fenton chucked. “The other half responsible for his existence.” Batman added more notes to his file. “So, yeah, Clocky left him with us for a bit to help along his rehab. But a certain psychologist-in-training I know says that repressing rage isn’t healthy, and even without a lot of his powers, he can wipe out most of a city in- what, an hour? We tested it. It was around an hour.”

Everyone present shared a look of deep concern. As if able to see their reaction, Fenton quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry! Clocky reset it. Approximately zero people have died from Dan in this timeline.”

“Yet.” Came a furious rumble from off-screen.

“Yes, you’re very scary.” They heard Nightingale coo.

Fenton laughed. “Yeah, we need him- and all of you, -out of our hair for a bit while we concoct more evil plans, and you’re all the least likely to die to him, so you get to babysit! Thanks!”

He reached to shut off the camera before pausing and turning away. “Foley! Which of the furries is the one who really likes animals?”

“Man, do you realize how that sounds out of context?” Foley laughed. “I think Tim said it’s the little one. Damian?”

Fenton nodded and turned back to the camera. “Don’t let Damian try to adopt Dan. Or anyone. Dan will bite their hands off. I mean it!” To emphasize his point, he removed one of his hands.

Batman sighed and added “ability to remove limbs” to a list of Fenton’s powers.

“I’ll include a list of “tasks”” Fenton’s disembodied hand made finger quotes, “we gave Dan to keep him occupied. There’s some at the bottom for you guys. They’re mostly just blatant abuse of his powers for the sake of fun and science. I’d appreciate it if you’d let him mark things off the list and add notes on how it goes. Or you can do it. Or I can steal your cameras. Your choice.”

He thought for a second. “I think you’re supposed to leave, like, pizza money or something, but I don’t think you can get pizza delivered to space. Anyway, thanks for letting me blab your ears off while Dan’s probably committing war crimes for twelve minutes. For your sake, I hope he inherited my interest in space. Good luck! Thanks for babysitting!”

Waving with his still detached hand, Fenton ended the video. Batman closed it and opened the PDF as the few other members present murmured amongst themselves. Most of the pages were filled with a curling script Batman didn’t recognize. The fourth page had a huge, bolded header, reading JP TASKS.

The door opened and shut in half a second as the Flash burst in. “Superman!” The speedster wailed. “I can’t get this thing off of me!”

The Flash waved his arm around, sending small droplets of blood flying as he tried to dislodge the creature sinking his teeth into the speedster’s arm. Batman raised an eyebrow beneath his cowl as Superman quickly lent his super strength in attempt to pry the creature’s jaw open. Dan didn’t budge.

Well, he could certainly see the family resemblance been Fenton, Dani, and Dan. Shaking his head, he turned back to the list.

Task 1: Find Dan. He’s probably attacking someone.

He highlighted the text and crossed it out. This was going to be a long shift.

[Anon, this is me crying over the wonderful gift you have given me. You bastard.]

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"Do you think Fenton's regeneration powers extend to his..." Green Lantern frowned, trying to remember the word the kid had used but coming up blank. "I dunno. But do you think if we cut off little Dan here, he'll heal back up with no problem?" He gestured helplessly to the scene in front of him. Flash was still screeching about the beast on his arm, and now Superman and Wonder Woman were trying to pry him off. Batman was standing to the side, silently bemoaning the lack of quiet. He just wanted one peaceful shift. Just one. Please.

"I'd like to see you try, hero. And I'm not little." Dan spoke, startling all of them. His grip on Flash's arm tightened, making the speedster squeal before releasing the man and spitting out a mouthful of his blood. Batman noticed that his mouth didn't move despite the clearly spoken words. In fact, when Dan closed his mouth, it was like he didn't have one at all.

"So you do speak!" Superman marveled.

"Of course I do. I am not unintelligent, unlike you lot."

Despite his pain, Flash still made sounds of protest that everyone promptly ignored.

Superman flushed. "I just wasn't sure. It was hard to tell in the video."

"Ah, yes. The video that the Fenton menace sent you. Was there a note for me in the flash drive?"

"Uh, no." In one of his less finer moments, Green Lantern stuttered over his words and moved in front of Batman, obviously lying. Dan merely growled and flew through both men, heading straight for the giant monitor. Batman barely suppressed a shiver. Density shifting? Might as well add it to the list. He could see Martian Manhunter, who was in the back of the room, tilt his head at the display.

Dan ignored the room as he used his entire body to manipulate the computer mouse and scrolled back up to the top of the page. Staring intently at the scribbles no one could make out, the heroes could do nothing but shoot each other nervous and confused glances. More than a few of them jumped when Dan chuckled deeply. Honestly, his tiny body was at complete odds with his baritone voice.

"Maybe rehab will be fun if he's letting me do this." Dan sneered, flashing their reflections a sharp fang. No one wanted to ask what exactly he was in rehab for. The little beast turned his gaze to Batman. "You are the one called Batman, who rules the cursed city, correct?" The dark hero nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "Excellent. You will be my chaperone for now, just as Fenton decreed it. Good luck, mortal man. Pray, I do not destroy your home a second time."

Without any time to unpack that conversation, Dan promptly disappeared from view. Some blinking text caught his attention, and Batman scrolled back down to the English text, glancing at the next few items on the list.

Task 2: Do not let Dan read his portion of this letter until you have a way to track him. There is no containing him.

Task 3: Keep him with a chaperone at all times. (If you can)

Task 4: Do not let Dan back into Gotham unless you're fine with a sudden decrease in the clown population.

Task 5: Take him for a walk in Death Valley. He likes hunting lizards.

Task 6: Make sure he goes down for his 2pm nap every day.

Task 7: He'll ask for it, but do not give him any burgers for mealtime. It upsets his stomach.

Task 8: Dan gets ONE(1) sweet after dinner before brushing his teeth. Those green pop rocks Batman always carries will do fine; he likes those. :)

A sudden alarm blared from his wristwatch, making Batman tear his eyes away from the screen, indicating an emergency at Arkham. This time, Batman actually sighed out loud. There was more to the list, but right now, he really needed to find their new charge before he killed the Joker, from the sound of it.

[itscolossal]

Angela Fang Zirbes Evokes Midwest Memories in Black-and-White

[doumadono]

For Sinful Sunday - can we get vampire Dabi feeding on his girl and his venom makes her aroused? 🦇

SINFUL SUNDAY

Warnings: vampire Dabi

Under the velvety shroud of night, Dabi, eyes ablaze with pure hunger, pulls his girl close, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "You can feel it, can't you? The hunger that courses through me."

Perched in his lap, her arm securing around his shoulders as he prepares to indulge in feeding upon her.

He tilts her head aside. Dabi's fangs sink into the soft expanse of his girl's neck, the venom coursing through her like a deliciously sinful drug.

His voice, laced with dark desire, murmurs, "Savor the exquisite cocktail of pleasure and craving, my love."

The venom ignites a wildfire of arousal within her, her moans a symphony to Dabi's ears. He smirks, lips stained with her blood, "Well, well, look at you, doll."

The girl grinds against his crotch, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

His voice, husky and possessive, taunts, "You can't resist the intoxication of my touch. Let the forbidden consume you entirely."

She doesn't need a second invitation. Swiftly, she rises from his lap and gracefully kneels before him. Her adept fingers skillfully undo his belt and fly, fishing his dick from its confines.

Her lips encircle the mushroom head of his arousal, employing a deliberate, unhurried suction. With each skillful motion, she gradually guides his shaft deeper into her throat, her moans echoing the intense pleasure as her throat welcomes the widening sensation.

Dabi's hand glides over her cheek, his elongated claws delicately scratching the side of her neck, where he had recently savored her blood. "Just like that, my little girl, so obedient to her master. Suck this cock and you'll be rewarded."

She sucks, moaning as his cock grows harder in her mouth, the tip repeatedly grazing the back of her throat, nearly stifling her breath.

Dabi's grunts intensify as he firmly places both hands on the back of her head, urging her down his dick until her nose brushes against his pelvis. Her cries echo loudly as she gags herself on his shaft.

Dabi forcefully yanks her head back by her hair, compelling her to rise and straddle his lap, and she complies.

Dabi lifts her skirt and moves her panties aside, while with his other hand, he jerks himself a few more times. A few strokes later, he teases the slick entrance with the tip of his rock hard member. Her pussy is drenched already.

He enters her effortlessly, encountering no resistance. Her arousal is evident as her wetness forms a pool on the crotch of his dark pants. She passionately rides him, moaning his name, her head thrown back, exposing the vulnerable column of her neck.

Dabi succumbs to temptation, enveloping her in his arms, drawing her close until her chest meets his. Tilting her head, he sinks his fangs into her neck, evoking a loud whimper from her parted lips.

Dabi, unable to resist, continues to drink her blood. The crimson elixir, akin to ambrosia, intoxicates him, dulling his senses and making him feel divine. He notices her movements becoming erratic – his venom overstimulating her, pushing her closer to the peak of ecstasy.

The girl experiences an intense climax, her entire body trembling as her pussy clamps hard around his cock, coaxing out every drop of his release. The vampire emits a loud groan, releasing his lifeless seed within her. "Oh, yes," he chuckles against her lips.

The couple shares an eager kiss, her arms around his neck, fingers caressing his short, white hair on his nape. "I love you," she pants, catching her breath.

After another kiss, Dabi holds her chin, making her gaze into his turquoise eyes. "You're more than just a blood bag to me. Remember that. Be a good girl, and maybe, one day, I'll consider changing you. Then, we'll be together forever."

[bakasara]

Trying to parse my thoughts on Izzy's death and why I had a different reaction to it than I thought I would. To summarize: I thought I wouldn't like it, but also that they wouldn't do it; the opposite happened– they did it but I'm ok with it.

I'm also feeling like talking through some mourning for an amazing character, so follow along if that's you, too 😌

(I should probably clarify the following thoughts are coming from someone who deeply enjoyed this season.)

I first wondered what would be of Izzy around the end of season 1. I expected him to have a heel-face turn – which I object to calling a redemption arc and I'll get into why, because the distinction ties into his death imo. A lot of antagonistic characters' changes of heart end directly in death, but I thought they'd subvert that trope. And they... did, actually, despite Izzy dying. Not an option I had imagined.

What the show avoided is the logic, the set of tropes attached to the deaths of this kind of character. These deaths usually come as a consequence of the character's changed ethics or "redemption". My being against that scenario came from the diverging natures of traditional redemption arcs and OFMD's rhetoric.

A traditional redemption arc functions by a kind of catholic logic, if you will: the villain can become one of the good guys by balancing out his "sins"/bad deeds with enough good deeds to tip a moral scale. This often involves a purifying suffering, which acts as an agent to expiate one's faults. To the viewer, this suffering can serve to activate our empathy and make the character more sympathetic. It can also legitimize his quest: our trust in the character's good intentions comes from seeing that the character is ready to make sacrifices to become better and he isn't deterred by the hardships of doing the right thing.

The death occurring at the end of a traditional redemption arc acts as the ultimate sacrifice and/or purification. A number of ideas might be at play behind it, depending on each story: only in death can the soul become fully pure, or a final sacrifice is "needed" to demonstrate the change once and for all, or change was only possible up to a point after which there is no viable/acceptable future – the character deserves moral points for changing, but not so many that he also deserves a full life, or past crimes make him more expendable, etc.

But these are all ideas that aren't evoked in any of the crew's journey in OFMD. For starters, the show isn't interested in "catholic" redemption; its focus is on reintegration/rehabilitation into the community. Rather than appealing to the more traditional (in Western media) and more christian principle of "purification of the soul through mortification of the body", it plays with notions of restorative justice.

We see it especially this season with Ed and Izzy. Ed's arc is a whole little lab for it. We have the community being made to decide whether he can stay or should leave; catbell!Ed is made to apologize to the people affected – which he initially does abysmally, with what fandom has dubbed his "CEO's/YouTube apology". Later, he's given the opportunity to have a more honest and genuine conversation with Fang where he learns about how he hurt him. He's made to repair some of the material damage his behavior caused. Some members feel repaid by the idea that they did to him the same he did to them (Fang) while others don't (Lucius), and the show touches on what this means for each/legitimizes both feelings. Arguably, Ed using his treasure to throw Calypso's birthday party – a much needed refrain and moment of social (re-)connection within the community – is an additional form of reparation. While Stede's belief in Ed has a clear role in helping Ed change for the better, Izzy's s2 journey focuses even more intensely on the role of social support within an individual's constructive (re-)integration into their community. The show is condensed by choice of format, but the beats are all there.

With that kind of rhetoric set up, I'd never be able to accept Izzy dying in a way that feels like a punishment for his past crimes, nor in a way that should "confirm" his positive change/"purify" him for good. And he doesn't! By the time he dies, we know full well he's deeply changed, it's already established to completion. How it happens has nothing to do with proving himself – he's randomly shot in battle. It's never questioned that the time he got to live surrounded by affection mattered. The speech he gives Ed is only possible because he's changed, accessing a completely different perspective on piracy/life than before, like we see when he talks to Ricky earlier. The reason the whole crew is paying respect and crying is because he became "the new unicorn", a treasured member with a defined role. But his death itself is the show going back to the initial symbolism of Izzy as ultimate pirate. The narrative function of his death is underscoring that the age of piracy has come to an end. It's nothing to do with his change. It's posited as the "natural conclusion" (again, by symbolic function) of a character that represented piracy through-and-through, not the "natural conclusion" of a process of becoming better.

And for me, that difference changes everything. I can see and accept the logic behind it, even as I mourn Izzy as a character. It makes the grief feel like a catharsis I experience within the context of the story I'm watching, rather than a grief I feel from a show "betraying" me.

It's also a difference that completely changes how Izzy's death relates to his queerness. Izzy's change is intertwined with being able to express queer affection openly. Becoming "a unicorn" is this extremely queer imagery already – a magical rainbow creature. His role becomes akin to a mother to the crew (the mother hen!Izzy many headcanoned last season, tapping into his potential), a position that isn't extraneous to older queens, including our honored real-life mean-old-queer men. Last season he threatened another queer man for showing too much delicacy, effeminacy, vulnerability. Now, his change is a process that culminates in him singing a tender love song among the crew in drag. He's given the privilege of playing the soundtrack to our protagonists making love for the first time, which ties him symbolically to the event in a way it does no other crew member. Suffice it to say that insinuating his process of change should end in death would have been disastrous, as far as I'm concerned. Antithetical to the show's supporting ideology.

But that's not how it went. Grief occupies a big role in the queer community, but it's so rare that we get to experience it cathartically. In real life, we often have to contend with the ways queerphobia causes us trauma or even shortens our lives, or the lives of our friends. In fictional narratives, a lot of characters that get to express queerness unabashedly still die for the transgression. They're still usually the only queer character with relevant screen time or at all, at best one of two that formed a tragic couple.

We almost never have the opportunity to just mourn some motherfucker who died because they meant something else as well that was central to their character. To mourn and know we're mourning someone who wasn't ever punished for being queer-as-in-fuck-you and going all out. To mourn and not feel like it's another message of queer doom, because for once the character is surrounded by an entire crew of other queer characters that go on to live and be happy. To know the story is saying something about life, not about being queer. To know this kind of crafting was deliberate, too, because the creator has talked about working to avoid those tropes. I struggle to remember another time I had the opportunity to grieve for a queer character like they're a human being, without the implication that it's queerness itself that's a death sentence.

And honestly? It feels good. It feels like a form of catharsis I do not dislike. That I'm maybe kinda glad for. OFMD is and stays a magical world. Beyond that, in a show full of queers, one of them dies after getting some extraordinarily meaningful happiness, and it's peaceful, and I get to just be sad for the fucker without the gutting of being reminded that if you're gay, better not shoot too high. It feels like a completely different emotion that no other show, for now, would give me, but OFMD. To me, it's yet another thing it's pulled off.

As it's been known to do.