#eyes with a slitted pupils watching from the distance??

[martwy-basen]

if you show me a gravity falls art with like, very small sillhouetes of the characters and a lot of background space, yk which type. you bet your ass i will look for bill references

[bi-writes]

mmm. being the final girl in ghost's slasher movie (dark!ghost x curvy!fem!reader, 18+)

his laughter shakes you to your core. you're cornered, in the very back bedroom under the bed, staring at the dull gaze of your roommate as she bleeds out on the floor.

she's gurgling. she coughs up mouthfuls of blood, and they trail down her neck like a spider web until it pools underneath her head, making the strands of her hair red and sticky. the slit across her throat sputters, and you watch as the white painted bones on the back of his gloves drips with the pretty crimson color. if it wasn't so cruel, if it wasn't blood, it might be artistic.

he takes a thumb and smears the blood over her skin. he draws shapes into her forehead and then both of her cheeks, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from crying as she gasps, reaching up with a shaky hand, halfheartedly trying to push him off, but she's too weak.

he hums when he finishes, and your eyes well up with tears when he knocks her head to the side so she's facing you. he's written three words on her face, one word on her forehead, and then the rest on her cheeks, in her own blood.

I SEE YOU

you scream when he shifts, grabbing onto your ankles and yanking. you claw at the hardwood floor, trying desperately to get away from him, but it's no use. he has you, he found you.

no matter where you go, you've never been able to hide. no matter how far away you think you've gone, it never matters. no matter how long you go without hearing from him, it isn't a comfort, because that usually means the inevitable is coming.

he will never leave you alone. you will never get away. he will find you, he will have you, and every time you escape, it is always just him giving you the illusion of freedom, when in reality, he can have you as easily as he did before.

"givin' me a right headache, luvvie," he murmurs, flipping you over with not so much as a grunt and sitting on your hips. you squirm under him, but this behemoth of a man isn't something you can just push off of you. he's big and heavy, and with all his gear on, he must be thirty pounds heavier. you eye the gun strapped to his chest, but even at this distance, you know it won't matter.

ghost cannot die. that's how he got his fucking name. you've sunk a knife into his stomach before, you've shot him once, you've pushed him off of cliffs and down elevator shafts and watched him sink to the bottom of the fucking ocean, but he cannot die, he won't die, he will never leave me.

"fuck you," you spit, and he chuckles, pulling one of his throwing knives out of his boot and using it to pop the first button off the front of your shirt. it clatters somewhere in the bedroom, and ghost snarls when he sees the lace of your bra.

"expectin' someone?" he growls. "oi! look at me."

you glare up at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, and he uses the sharp edge to pop the rest of the buttons off, your shirt in tatters as it lays loose around your arms. he grunts as he sneaks it under where the cups meet, pulling upwards until he cuts the lace in half. you mewl when your tits bounce, falling free, and his pupils dilate.

"mmmm..." he pushes his mask up, leaning down, and you arch your back when he wraps his lips around one nipple and suckles. you reach up without thinking, your hands finding the back of his head and cradling it as he practically feeds on the fat of your breasts. "know how much you like tha'..."

you whine, and he lets go, pushing the front of his mask into your cheek, licking the skin. you scrunch your face, dirty fucking animal, and he mouths at your jaw.

"'f y'were just a good girl, wouldn't hafta do this," he taunts. you squirm when he lowers himself again, paying attention to the other breast and sucking it into his mouth. "y'make me do it, swee'eart. make me hurt sorry muppets...they're keepin' y'from me. and y'know tha' isn't allowed."

you cry out when he flips you over under him. he shoves your face into the floor, tangling his hand into your hair and yanking on it so that you're looking at your dead roommate, her eyes dull and lifeless as she lays there turning cold.

"look wot y'did," he growls. "look wot y'made me do."

she looks sort of pretty. she did annoy the shit out of you, you won't lie. she looks happier this way. quiet, relaxed, still. it's cathartic, to know that maybe this is what she was meant for. to die, that was her purpose. it makes a little sense.

"'m sorry," you whisper, and ghost loosens his grip on your hair. "'m sorry..."

he kisses the side of your neck, laughing a little.

"now y'r sorry," he says, amused. "y'r mine. when are y'going to learn tha'?"

you put your palms onto the floor, trying to turn over. he eases his weight up to let you, leaning down and putting both hands on either side of your head as he looks down at you. you meet his eyes, sniffling, and you shake your head.

"w-was scared."

"scared?" he tilts his head to the side, licking over his teeth. "scared of wot? would do anythin' for ya."

"i-i know," you sniffle. "just...n-never had anyone that...that would. i-i...i've never had anyone s-so good to me."

he grins, and you shiver a little, but not from fear.

"awww," he shakes his head. "y'r a bad liar, luv."

"i'm not lying--!"

he leans down, licking over your bottom lip, and you whimper.

"prove it," ghost rasps, and you blink up at him, swallowing hard. you push on his chest a little so he eases off of you, and you hook your thumbs into your jeans and shimmy them off. ghost watches carefully, his eyes flickering when you lay bare underneath him, and you bring your knees up before letting them fall. he licks his lips, his grin widening, and he meets your eyes when he sees what he likes. "bloody hell, y'r soaking the fuckin' floor, swee'eart."

you bite your lip, a little shy, and he grips your throat firmly before tugging you up to meet him. he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, stroking your sweaty hair and humming low.

"y'r gonna run again, aren't ya, baby?"

you nod, closing your eyes, and you let a soft moan slip out when he settles between your spread legs, pressing his pelvis to yours. you feel that familiar hardness, digging into your sex, and you can't help the grind of your hips, wanting to get closer, needing to have more of him. he might be the craziest motherfucker you have ever known, and it's a shame he fucks like a pornstar.

you open your eyes, reaching down, and he smiles wickedly when you unzip his pants, shoving them low until his cock is free. like he knew this would happen, he's been leaking into his boxers, and when you pull him out, the tip is red and wet.

you squeeze your thighs around his waist when he sinks into you, grunting when his thighs press to yours, burying himself deep. you cry, your back bowing sharply, and he smooths his gloved hand down your bare stomach, licking his lips when he trails streaks of blood down your soft skin.

"'s olright," ghost mutters, "quite like chasin' ya. makes y'r cunny taste better. makes y'so fuckin' tight, too, fuck--"

"yeah--" you gasp, and he smiles again, disgusting, filthy, murderous, terrifying.

"say it. say it, and maybe i'll forgive this lil' stunt, and maybe i'll let y'cum." your eyes roll back, and he grips your face tight. "oi! say it!"

"i'm yours! fuck--yes! i'm yours..."

[moonstruckme]

If it interests you, could you maybe do poly!marauders smut surrounding how they would react when reader gives one of the boys a blowjob? If this isn’t comfy for you I apologize immensely. I double checked your rules so hopefully I didn’t overstep or anything. Love your work! Also my middle name is Mae:)))

Honestly babe when I read this I didn’t know if I was comfy with it either (not because of you, just because I didn’t know if I’d be able to write it) but I decided to give it a go and somehow it turned into over 2k words? So thanks!

cw: smut mdni, oral (m receiving), praise, this might be horrible? I can't decide if I hate it

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 2.1k words

Sirius’ kisses have turned sloppy, one of his hands wrapped loosely around your neck while the other wiggles its fingers below the waistband of your jeans, taking greedy handfuls of hip. His hard length presses into your thigh through his pants. You tilt your head, slanting your mouth against his so you can kiss him more deeply, and a low groan rumbles through him. 

He plants a chaste kiss on your lips before starting to mark a path downwards. 

You know where this is going, and you like where this is going, but still a breathless “wait” slips past your lips. 

Sirius pauses, his face hovering over your middle. Next to you on the bed, your boyfriends continue making out, but you can see you’ve caught James’ attention. His eyes open to slits, peeking from beneath his lashes to check on you. 

“What’s up?” Sirius asks, rubbing your hip. “Don’t feel like it?” 

“No, I just…” you rub your lips together nervously, and you see his eyes drop to the motion. Already large pupils growing larger. “I wanted to know if I can ask you something.” 

Sirius’ eyes skim over you, a slow perusal that’s probably meant to deduce the cause of your anxiety but only serves to worsen it. “Sure you can,” he says, tone somewhat gentler than usual. “What is it, sweetness?” 

“Could you maybe,” you ask hesitantly, wishing you could lean away from him, as if some distance between you would make this any less embarrassing, “teach me to give you a blowjob?” 

Sirius’ lips part in surprise. This time it’s Remus who you catch looking over, a second before James breaks their kiss, sitting up over Remus’ torso. 

“You wanna learn?” James asks, lips bitten red and swollen. 

You glance between him and Sirius, not quite sure who to look at. “Yeah?” you say, hating the way your voice crawls up into a question. 

Sirius’ eyebrows twitch together. “You know you don’t have to,” he says, “right?” 

“I know.” You give him a little smile. “I’m just curious, I guess.” 

“Okay,” he says. His thumb sweeps over your hip like he knows you need the reassurance. “Yeah, we can show you, gorgeous. Wanna do it sitting down?” 

You take a breath, nodding before crawling out from under him and kneeling on the floor by the bed. Sirius follows you, sitting on the edge of the mattress and spreading his legs wide. Your brain buzzes in response to the erection you can see bulging through his pants. 

You glance towards the other boys. “Are you guys just going to…watch?” 

They’ve both been staring at you, but now James grins sheepishly. “If you don’t mind.” 

“We can help, if you’re alright with that,” Remus offers. “Give you tips.” 

You can feel your face growing warm at the prospect of them being witness to your bumbling first attempt, but you don’t hate the idea of them coaching you through it. 

“M’kay,” you say. “Um, what do I do?” 

“Try taking it out, sweetheart.” There’s a bit of laughter in Remus’ voice, but his hand is gentle as he reaches over the edge of the bed, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

Your eyes flit up to Sirius’ face. He gives you a smile, and you undo his pants, pulling down the waistband of his underwear so that his length springs free. For a few moments you just look at it, wetting your lips before looking to the boys for direction. 

“Here.” James gets down on the floor beside you and takes your hand in his, guiding it to Sirius’ shaft. “You’re probably gonna want to start by holding it like this, okay?” He wraps your fingers around the base. “Good. Now be careful to cover your teeth, and just try putting it in your mouth.” 

Just? You glance up at Sirius again, and a bit of pride swells in you at the undisguised lust in his expression.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you tell him softly. 

“Me neither,” he jokes, reaching down to thumb affectionately at your cheek. “You won’t hurt me, baby. And you can stop anytime you want, you know that. If you don’t like it, just stop.” 

You bob your head, wrap your lips around your teeth, and take him into your mouth before you can think too hard about it. His cock feels odd and weighty on your tongue. You lean forward a bit, seeing how far you can go. 

“Breathe through your nose,” Remus instructs. “Try sucking on it, whenever you’re ready.” 

You let your jaw relax, sucking experimentally, like you might on a popsicle. Sirius moans. 

“Just like that,” he says, voice taking on a thick quality. “Fuck, good job, baby.” 

Warmth unfurls in your gut at the praise. You suckle a bit longer, getting used to the feel of him in your mouth before you begin moving slowly forward and backward. After a few tries, your lips are making contact with the curled O of your thumb and forefinger each time. Sirius’ cock twitches in your mouth. 

“You’ve got it, angel.” James’ big hand roves the curves of your side, his touch steadying your nerves and stirring that heat in your core. “Don’t rush yourself, but if you wanna take him deeper you can take your hand off.” 

You do it with little hesitation, high on praise and the rush of what you’ve already accomplished, and ease more of Sirius’ shaft into your mouth. He puts a hand in your hair to help you along, but then all of a sudden it’s too deep, too big, too much. You gag, choking. 

Sirius’ hand disappears instantly, but you’re not so ready to give up. Your throat spasms around the intrusion, vision blurring as you try to breathe through your nose. 

“Easy,” Remus murmurs.

You finally can’t stand it anymore, pulling away and drawing in a gasping breath. 

“Shit,” Sirius says, and you lift your teary eyes to his embarrassedly while James rubs your back. “You alright?” 

“Yeah,” you manage, swallowing. “Sorry.” 

His eyes go soft. “Don’t be sorry, you did great. Do you wanna stop now?” 

You shake your head. “I think I just need a second.” 

He nods, and there’s a few seconds of quiet, James' hand coasting up and down your spine. “Do you think a demonstration would help?’ he asks. 

You swipe under your lashes, looking over at him curiously. “Um, maybe? I’m not sure.” 

He exchanges a quick look with Remus before grinning, shuffling closer to where the other boy sits at the edge of the bed and taking off his glasses. “Here. Sirius, talk her through what I’m doing, yeah?” 

Sirius seems about as transfixed by what’s about to happen as you are, but he nods. James does as you had, taking Remus’ cock out of his pants, and there’s no need to get it warmed up after the show you’ve been giving them. He feeds it right into his mouth. Remus groans as James takes his entire length expertly, fisting a hand in the other boy’s curly hair. 

“Right. Um, see how he’s breathing deep through his nose?” Sirius clears his throat, voice noticeably rough as he watches James’ lips move over Remus’ shaft. “He’s keeping his throat relaxed, not moving back and forth too much.” 

You watch as James’ mouth grows wet with spit and slick, his eyes watering a bit as he fights his gag reflex. His throat bobs, and Remus swears, his grip tightening on James’ hair. 

“And when he swallows,” Sirius manages, “his throat tightens, which is…uh, nice.” 

Remus lets out a breathy, half-delirious laugh at Sirius’ commentary. His cheeks are flushed red from pleasure and the attention, and it’s not long before curses start to spew from his mouth and he goes rigid, cuming down James’ throat. James swallows, grinning up at him. Lips and eyes shiny.

You and Sirius watch them for a few seconds longer, entranced by the sight of your boyfriends. 

“Okay.” You clear your throat. “Um, thanks.” 

“Yeah, thanks,” Remus says weakly, and you have to swallow a laugh. 

You turn to Sirius. “I think I’m ready to try again.” 

He gestures as if to say Go right ahead, and you take his shaft in your hand, guiding it back into your mouth. Once again, it takes time to adjust to the feeling, but this time when his head hits the back of your throat you’re ready for it. You breathe steadily through your mouth, focussing on staying relaxed as you suck gently. 

“There you go, angel,” James praises, putting his glasses back on to watch you. “You’re taking him so well.” 

“Fucking yeah she is,” Sirius agrees, voice growing reedy as he starts to pant. You take one of his legs to steady yourself, hand wrapping around a tattoo on his thigh. “Look at me, baby.” 

You lift your watery eyes to his, finding the stormcloud gray nearly eclipsed by dark pupil. The raw want in them makes your cunt throb. Sirius must find your face nearly as arousing, because he mutters another quiet, Fuck.

You’re distantly conscious of Remus shuffling back to the edge of the bed, and then he’s laying his head on his arms, gazing down at you. “Look at you, such a quick learner,” he hums. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. Making him feel so good.” 

“Look at her eyes,” James says, just loud enough so you can hear. You know they’re aware of what their words are doing to you, of the wetness pooling in your underwear. “She looks so pretty like this, doesn’t she?” 

“She does,” Remus agrees. “Our pretty girl.” 

You move a bit more surely over Sirius’ length, constricting your throat tentatively. Sirius moans loudly, his hand twitching toward you before he stops it. You take it in yours, setting it on the back of your head so he can guide you the way he wants. 

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he pants, tangling his hand in your hair. “So good f’me.” 

You make a small, pleasurable sound, and another moan slips from between his lips, his hand urging you closer. You breathe through it when his cock sponges against the back of your throat, starting to enjoy the odd sensation of your mouth and throat being so deliciously full—and, if you’re being honest with yourself, the feeling of knowing you’re doing well. And if Sirius’ increasingly loud curses and the other boys’ murmured praise are anything to go by, you’re doing rather well. 

“God, I wish you could see how you look right now,” James says, voice smooth as velvet as he drops a kiss on your shoulder. “You’re so lovely.” 

“Fucking hot, s’what she is,” Sirius insists, brows coming together so urgently you wonder for a second if he’s in pain. “Fuck. Shit, where can I cum?” 

You don’t take your mouth off his cock, doing your best to communicate with your eyes. Sirius seems to get the message, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling at your scalp as his thigh tenses under your hand. You swallow hurriedly, and the sounds that leave him will echo in your dreams for the rest of the week, loud, pleady moans interspersed with mangled curses. Your mouth fills with warm wetness, and you ease him out of your throat before swallowing again. 

“There we are.” James tugs you gently away when he realizes neither you or Sirius are moving, pulling you half into his lap. “You did it, sweetheart, great job.” 

He strokes his thumb under your eyes for you, wiping away the wetness there as Remus watches you move your tongue around in your mouth funnily. 

“You alright?” he asks you.

You nod. “Tastes different than I thought it would,” you say. 

James laughs, the sound bright and clear. He plants a smacking kiss on your cheek. 

“Not bad, I hope,” Sirius says, voice still a bit stringy. He leans back on his elbows, watching you from the bed. 

You feel color rise to your cheeks. “No. Not bad.” 

His lips quirk up, eyes steady on yours. “That was fucking killer,” he tells you, “especially for your first time. Thanks for that, gorgeous.” 

You grin bashfully, dropping your eyes. James clears his throat loudly. 

“Right, right, and thank you for the demonstration,” Sirius adds. “Very instructive.” 

James beams, but Sirius only pats the bed next to him. 

“Why don’t you hop up here so I can give you a real thanks?” 

Impossibly, James’ smile widens. He’s quick to obey, Sirius moving to take his place on the floor. Your lips part, and you hear Remus chuckle. You turn to find his amber eyes watching you. They linger on your lips, still glossy and swollen. 

“Y’want me to help you out too, sweetheart?” He juts his chin toward the bed, a silent request for you to lie down. “Seems only fair, doesn’t it.” 

[andypantsx3]

part ii of the dragon shouto au : prequel + part i warnings: unedited lol, afab implied fem reader, possessive dragon boyfriend shouto, unrealistically excellent first time, 18+ minors please dni!!

the thing about having a human-shaped shouto on your hands was that he didn't quite seem to understand humans did things differently than dragons.

where before you'd cuddle up against shouto in his dragon form and spend the night insulated under his thick leathery wings, or let him rest his head in your lap as you absently stroked his scales—those things took on an entirely different connotation when you thought about performing them with a human man.

particularly a human man who looked like shouto.

shouto did not appreciate the distinction.

"i am yours and you are mine," he said simply, the third night after he'd transformed.

you'd tried to take him home, at first, unclear about what to do with an entire human man on your hands, but had quickly realized this unwise.

your parents, ordinarily traditional and fussy, had been floored by the audacity of your bringing a man home still unwed. but they had kept their distance once shouto's pupils went slitted, and a familiar guttural noise tore out of him when they attempted to remove you from him, not-quite-human-teeth snapping.

it was exactly as it had been when you'd brought him home as a child, and he a lizard the size of a fat cat. he'd staked an unmistakable claim on you, and any hand that got between you two would be severed.

so you'd taken shouto back out into the field where he'd transformed, in the interest of keeping your family home intact. you'd lit a fire again, camping out with him over night, trying to keep your distance and failing.

"it's different with humans," you said, freezing when shouto's head suddenly appeared in your lap. he looked up at you expectantly, those blue and grey eyes searching your face, a tiny frown on his lovely mouth.

"it is not different. you are mine in any form," he said. a large, elegant-fingered hand caught yours, guiding your hand up to his hair.

you laughed despite yourself, his insistence on being pet all too familiar in any form as well. carefully, you stroked your fingers through the red and white strands, marveling at their silky softness. shouto's eyes slipped closed and he let out a contented huff, long eyelashes sweeping the tops of his cheeks.

your face heated. he was very beautiful.

"in human custom, i can only belong to one man," you said to shouto, unable to keep the dismay from your voice.

you did not want to take a husband, and it would be all the more difficult now that the entire village had seen human shouto trailing after you the last few days, following you as he always did in his dragon form. except now they had all seen very human, very male hands on you, had seen how closely shouto shadowed you, as if your body was an extension of his own, and no space was needed between you.

you knew there was already talk.

"i am one man," shouto rumbled, turning his face into your stomach. something fluttery jumped in your stomach as the feeling of his soft exhalation over your hip bone.

"i meant a husband, shouto," you said. "i am obliged to take a husband."

shouto was quiet a moment, before another slow, hot breath warmed the fabric of your shirt. "you said i was the only boy for you."

something lightning hot raced up your spine, embarrassment mixed with the thrill of the implication. you looked into the fire for something to do with your attention, watching the flames lick over the logs.

"i said that when you were a dragon," you hissed, your ears prickling with heat. "i didn't mean you would be my husband."

a strong arm wound its way around your waist, pulling you that much closer to shouto, locking you against him. a fiery blue eye cracked open, fixing on you with inhuman intensity. the pupil looked a little slitted in the firelight, and you swallowed in apprehension.

"i am yours and you are mine. if that means i am to be your husband then i will be," shouto said with unmistakable decisiveness.

the thing in your stomach fluttered again, and your thighs shifted beneath shouto's head. his other hand gripped the flesh above your knee, holding you in place.

you choked, your hands freezing in shouto's mop of white-and-scarlet hair. "you don't know what that means."

his hands tightened on you. "i have lived among your people nearly as long as you have. i am not unfamiliar with human custom."

your face burned, words slipping out of your reach. did he really understand what he was saying here? you'd known he'd long understood you, but it had never been clearly exactly how much his dragon brain was processing. but now...

"but you can't—if you know what it means—shouto, you can't—"

a hot mouth met the skin of your stomach, just under your shirt, and the words choked off in your throat. a slow, careful nip to your skin made you freeze.

"i will be your husband and you will be mine," he purred, his voice slightly muffled against your skin. his mouth dragged over your hip.

your hand fisted in his hair, gripping on for purchase. shouto did not seem to mind, his mouth mapping the edge of your stomach, your hip, the waistline of your unladylike trousers.

a shaky breath escaped you. "there are parts of a human union, though, shouto, that i'm not sure you, um, quite understand."

the hand at your knee slid up your thigh as the hand at your back disappeared, reappearing at your hip, pulling the waist of your pants a little lower.

"i understand," shouto replied, his mouth meeting the newly exposed strip of skin above your pelvis. it was only his grip on you, the weight of him across your legs that kept you from jumping a mile into the air. "i have taken this form for that reason."

words failed you, their meanings slipping right out of your mind as shouto's mouth moved painfully gently and deliberately lower and lower.

"ah, shouto—" you managed.

shouto hummed, and you felt his eyelashes flutter against the skin of your stomach, though most of his face was obscured by the fall of your shirt.

"you smell like mine," he rumbled into your skin, sounding altogether too pleased. "i will make it so. i will keep you and care for you as you have kept and cared for me."

another trembling breath quivered in your lungs before you found yourself flat on your back on the ground. shouto had somehow managed to keep himself beneath your shirt, only this time his mouth met the underside of your chest bindings.

"you like it," his voice sounded wondering where it issued from beneath your shirt. you'd have found it comical if not for what he was saying. "you like this form—i can smell it."

his weight moved on your legs, shifting into the cradle of your thighs. he was so warm and broad over you, hot as fire even though the shirt and trousers you'd managed to wrangle him into.

you did not like being laid so bare, but shouto was your oldest friend, and your attention was rapidly being subsumed not by his words but by the feeling of your chest bindings coming undone under your shirt.

"shouto—you are, um, of course very handsome," you said, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders. you thought you should push him away to have this conversation from a safer distance, but your arms were barren of the strength to do so, instead clutching him closer. "but you've only been a man for a couple of days. what if there are other women who—oh—oh!"

a hot mouth closed over your left nipple, soft but firm as if in reprimand. "there are no other women. there is only you."

a hot tongue, a little longer than you thought might be normal, laved over the peak. your hips pressed up into shouto without your say so, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. he was doing a little too well under there.

"sho—shouto," you said when he found the other breast, long fingers pulling your bindings down to expose it to him. you'd never had a man's mouth on you before, except for the kiss shouto had given you upon first transforming.

the feeling was mind-numbingly good, and suddenly the idea of a husband—of shouto as your husband—was altogether too appealing, if this is what it was going to be like.

your hips shifted into him again, and you felt his rumbling purr in the meat of your breast.

"my treasure. mine." shouto said when he finally seemed satisfied with the attention he'd lavished on your breasts.

he pulled himself back out of your shirt, leaning in to take your mouth instead as he laid himself out over you. you could feel something firm and insistent press against your inner thigh, hot and hard and unmistakable.

shivers crawled up your skin, little frissons of pleasure.

"say you will be mine," shouto puffed against your mouth, his hands already yanking at your trousers. "please say you will be mine."

he was so handsome over you, your most steadfast friend wearing the most beautiful face you had ever seen, new to you and yet so undeniably familiar, somehow. the sight of him settled that feeling inside you you'd had your entire life, the feeling that the thing you were meant for was just out of reach, just beyond the next corner.

he looked like everything you were meant for—everything that was meant for you.

feeling strangely squirmish and shy, you managed an answer. "i always have been."

a heartbreakingly beautiful grin swept over shouto's mouth, a sweet half-moon. his pupils were unmistakably slitted, his two-toned eyes looking just as they did in his dragon form.

in a few shift movements shouto had you both divested of your trousers, and was pressing slowly, carefully inside you.

the feeling was strange, foreign. but with shouto over you, the weight of him holding you down kept you grounded, and soft kisses to your neck and shoulder kept you just distracted enough as he slid home inside of you.

you felt full in a way you'd never imagined, physically and otherwise. your nerves sparked to life when two of shouto's fingers found their way to where you connected, pressing firmly over your clit. a shivery moan escaped you, and shouto's mouth clamped down lightly over your shoulder.

"mine, mine, mine," he groaned into your skin, flexing his hips. the slide of him inside you was better than you'd known it would be, especially when he cupped the small of your back, pulling you into him at an angle.

between his fingers on your clit, rubbing little insistent circles, and the press of him inside of you, you quickly grew frantic, returning his thrusts with eager motions of your own hips, reveling in the way it sent sparks skittering up all your nerve endings.

your liked the way your breasts pressed into his chest, the firm way he held you to him, the bruises he was sucking into the skin of your neck. talented fingers pinched carefully at your clit, a slurry of sensation.

he seemed determined to work you up, hard and fast, and he was succeeding. you felt like pudding in his hands, melting, dripping, hot over his fingers. every single one of his movements seemed calculated to drive you insane, drive you to writhe against him harder, more desperately.

in no time at all you were gasping his name into the cool night air, chasing the release of an unfamiliar pressure.

"let go, love," shouto said, kissing your mouth again. "let go and be mine."

you nodded, words failing you as something inside of you snapped and a tidal wave of pleasure crashed into you, sweeping away all thought. shouto fucked you right through it, his groans rumbling into growls, full-throated and deep. the slide of him inside you became almost too much and you squirmed underneath him, but couldn't bring yourself to want it to stop.

shouto's thrusts grew faster, messier. you heard his fingers rake the ground at the side of your head as he finally came too, his slender hips grinding into your thigh as he spilled inside of you. he went rigid over you, huffing your name, until finally he relaxed into you, his hard body pinning you to the ground.

"this will be an interesting conversation to have," you said some minutes later, when both of you had settled. your hands found their way into shouto's hair again and he pressed up into them like a pleased tomcat.

"there will be no question now. you are my mate, and i am your husband," shouto said, sounding smug. his eyes were closed but you thought they would be glittering with pleasure if they were open.

"we'll still need to do the human ceremony," you said. "but i can't imagine anyone could stop us."

shouto all but purred. "i will eat them if they try."

you laughed, yanking on his hair. "you will do no such thing."

"then i will fly you off to the nearest cave and mate you so thoroughly no questions could ever be asked," he said instead. "there will be no doubt you are mine."

your thighs clenched involuntarily around his hips, and you could tell by the flutter of his long lashes that he was suppressing a smug expression.

"maybe for the honeymoon," you allowed, trying not to sound too interested.

but shouto was your oldest friend and you were learning he'd long known everything about you. "definitely for the honeymoon," he decided, shifting to pull you into the circle of his arms, tucked safely into his side.

you settled into his embrace, feeling truly content for the first time in your life, certain of the one thing shouto had been insisting this whole time.

you were his, and he was yours. always.

[crisiscutie]

Naga Sephiroth/Naga Darling headcanons.

I've been in the mood for more monster boy Sephy, so why not have some headcanons?

Content Warning: Teratophilia, Some NSFW. Dubcon.

Sephiroth was introduced to you by both of your breeders, in hopes of creating powerful offspring of war beasts.

And oh boy, he was not happy about being relocated to a new habitat.

He didn't seem too interested in you seemingly, keeping you at a distance from afar. His lack of hostility towards you was rather a good sign, since he can be quite vicious towards the breeders.

He'd even swipe at them if they kept invading his personal space. He was no fan of them, but the one that grinds his gears the most was Hojo.

He overheard him discussing breeding him with you before he was relocated, which only made Sephiroth rather quiet and even shy at times with you.

You didn't stop trying to get to know him, but you took it slow, leaving trinkets and makeshift meals from what the breeders provided you on his side of the habitat.

His intense, slitted pupils closely observed your every movement, whether you were slithering along the trees or taking a refreshing dip in the pond.

You were watching him a few times yourself. His beautiful gray iridescent scales always caught your attention.

You were startled to hear him speak for the very first time. It happened while you were playing with an unfortunate prey that had been placed in the habitat by one of the breeders to stimulate your hunting instincts.

"...Not bad. But this is how you can catch it faster,"

Sephiroth flicked his tongue, startling the prey into a momentary freeze.

Then, his massive, serpentine body slithered with a blurring grace, snatching the prey from your gasp and pinned it to the ground with a single claw. The prey didn't even have time to squeal before it was over.

Impressed, you challenged him to a hunt, betting that you could do better the next time the breeders released prey. He chuckled and accepted the challenge.

In that next time, you two became so competitive against the other, you ended up forgetting about the cowardly prey and just focused on the other, sparring with your tails and magic.

Of course, he was stronger, but you still put up a good fight, which only made him a bit more aggressive.

But you paused for a second when you saw his eyes darkening, his slit pupils constricting with an intensity you hadn't seen before.

His human half pinned you down, while your snake half was entangled and restrained by his own.

"m-my apologies..." Sephiroth whispered.

Unbeknownst to you, his twin cocks, engorged and slick, emerged from their sheaths.

You gasped when you felt them sliding into your cloaca with ease and little resistance.

Sephiroth averted his gaze, resting his head on your tits. His cocks were pulsating inside your warm, comfy hole.

They pumped deeper, harder, making your twin clits twitch with intense need.

Your snake half violently trembled, but with Sephiroth's half coiled around yours, you couldn't move much.

You moaned softly, wanting his cocks to go even further within you and his cum to fill your womb up.

You both fucked quietly for hours. The breeder meant to keep watch only noticed when she walked in to give you two your meals.

While tiptoeing around the intertwined snake halves of you and Sephiroth, she kept her hand over her mouth to silently note of your successful breeding.

When she drew too near, Sephiroth hissed, his predatory gaze a final warning.

She took the hint and ran back to safety, scared but eager to report on her findings.

In the meanwhile, he was still sheathed inside you, pumping cum.

Just a prototype for a different AU. May do more in the future.

[yawnderu]

bimbo!reader and simon facetiming while he’s away and maybe toys are involved 🤭

“Y'need this cock tha' bad, huh? Keep fuckin' yourself.” Simon's voice is filled with need, blown pupils fully focused on his phone screen, watching your legs spread open as a dildo thrusts in and out of your needy, sopping cunt. His grip around his cock tightens, his hand moving faster by the second at the tempting sight of his girlfriend masturbating.

“I miss tha' tight fuckin' pussy, angel.” He groans out, trying his best to stay focused on his phone despite the way his half-lidded eyes threaten to roll into his head as he continues to stroke himself, matching the rhythm of your thrusts. The sound of your whiny moans fills his ears, driving him closer to the edge.

“Show me how fuckin' wet y'are.” The show you're putting for him is camgirl-worthy, taking out the dildo just to slap the tip against your cunt, spreading it with your free hand to show him your dripping slit. Simon's eyes narrow with a mix of arousal and dominance at your obedience, the sounds of his dripping precum mixing in with your slickness.

His strokes become more urgent the moment you start fucking yourself with the dildo again, feeling every single inch of its thickness spreading your cunt open the same way Simon does, your brain shutting down more and more as the tip of the thick dildo keeps hitting your spongy cervix over and over.

“Fuck, 'm close.” He grunts out, his voice so strained that despite not being able to see his face, you can tell he's gritting his teeth. Simon adjusts the camera to give you a better view of his hand moving rapidly over his throbbing cock, mirroring your movements.

Your moans grow louder at the image of Simon's cock leaking precum like a broken faucet, watching as he lifts his tight black shirt, exposing his muscular stomach to you while his hand only moves down his shaft faster.

Your free hand goes down to your puffy clit, rubbing it in circles while you fuck yourself harder and deeper with the dildo, purposely hitting your needy cervix over and over. It doesn't take long for your orgasm to wash over you, cunt tightening up around the plastic cock, pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Good girl.” He rasps, watching with a mix of desire and satisfaction as you ride out your orgasm, your pretty moans growing louder. You can hear Simon's breathing becoming labored as he jerks off, finally succumbing to his own release. His muscular body tenses up as he spills his seed all over his hand and stomach, a guttural groan leaving his lips.

Rustling is heard as Simon's camera pans to his face, managing to give you a tired smile as he lays down, not having the energy to clean up the mess that he made just yet.

“Havin' fun, eh, LT?” Johnny's voice can be heard from a distance, making Simon almost drop his phone and give you a quick look before the call disconnects— off to beat Johnny's ass for interrupting his already limited time with you.

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[tired-biscuit]

have we considered...werewolf farmhand kiba...he likes being out in the wilderness with space to roam...he's big and strong and can do all the heavy lifting...he and akamaru would be perfect guard dogs for livestock.............he could breed the farmers daughter under the full moon................

cw: monsterfucking, breeding, pregnancy

oh god wait, now i’m thinking that since he’s part wild beast, he has a bit of trouble with understanding certain social cues from time to time, which leads him to stare at you like you’re something to eat while he works.

just this unmoving and completely unashamed leering that almost feels like borderline eye-fucking at certain points; especially during the summer, when your clothes are shorter and you start showing more skin.

you catch him doing it often, and while most people would simply look away after being caught, he’s not technically people, now is he? so he just keeps looking, and looking, and looking — dragging his dark brown eyes with their unnaturally thin slits for pupils up and down your legs, arms, the thin sliver of exposed skin on your stomach… all until you visibly start to squirm a little bit in response to all the attention you’re getting and he feels this strong sense of satisfaction rushing through his chest because of it.

but overall, he’s pretty sweet! while he may come across as intense and broody with his overly-rugged appearance and sharp teeth, he’s actually cute and perhaps even blushy whenever you praise him for a job well done and step onto the tips of your toes to ruffle his hair. he tries to pretend like it’s nothing, grunting something about how you’re distracting him from his work and that your dad is going to make him pay for it, even though he’s leaning further into your touch, silently begging for more.

sooner than later, curiosity gets the best of you and you start fooling around with him. however, he doesn’t dare step foot inside the house where his boss sleeps, so you have to keep sneaking out into the woods with him at night just so that you can explore each other’s bodies a little.

the forest can be scary when night falls, but you feel safe with him. he’s big and strong and extremely affectionate now that he’s bonded with you. besides that, he’s familiar with the trees and the soft grass that sways in the breeze, as well as all the creatures that lurk in the dark. you can trust him to get you back home safely, even if he has to watch you slip past your front door from a distance.

everything goes well for the first couple of months, but then you decide that you want him when he’s very close to his transformation, and all of a sudden your pussy ends up stretched and stuffed full with his knot; potent and hot werewolf cum steadily filling your womb. he’s lost control of himself and now he’s snarling and growling into your ear, breeding you like an animal. poor, poor you.

the cravings you begin to experience after that are not normal. you want your meat served practically raw and seem to remain completely insatiable no matter how many times he lets you sit on his cock. and god, your patience… there isn’t any of it left. you’re pure rage, feeling this endless urge to just sink your teeth into something and tear it right apart.

and what you also are, is pregnant with his pup. it shows in your scent, which consequently makes him incapable to work on the farm since he becomes aggressively protective whenever he’s near you and fails to listen to any sort of reason whatsoever.

you’ve got quite a problem on your hands. he could kill someone if they got too close.

[colonelarr0w]

Tagged - @quinnyundertow, @pweewee

A/N - This is a part 2 to this piece!

Word Count - 0.9k

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

Yuuji swallows the growing lump in his throat, clenching his hands into white-knuckled fists.  

Shit. 

< … > 

"Let her go," he says, willing his voice to be firm, but it falls short. He knows that he must sound absolutely pathetic in comparison to what he wants, but words were his only weapon.  

He couldn't clench his fists and fight – not when it was you. 

"So desperate. This little body must mean worlds to you, am I right brat?"  

Yuuji swallows the growing lump in his throat, staring into your eyes and wondering if somehow, you're staring back at him. He hopes that you're there somewhere, and wherever you were, he could reach you. 

He just needed to stall for long enough to make that happen.  

"Just let her go," Yuuji begs, taking a brave step forward. You … or rather Sukuna … takes a step away from him, creating distance that only shoves Yuuji's heart further down into his stomach. "You can do whatever you want, but just don't--" 

"You dare order me around? I spared you," Sukuna growls, tipping your head upward so that you could glare down your nose at Yuuji. He gulps, the coldness of your eyes such a foreign sight.  

"You said that … that you wouldn't do anything to hurt her," Yuuji recalls, desperation seeping into his tone as he takes another step towards Sukuna. Sukuna retaliates by forcing your body backward again. 

"When was I ever known to keep such meaningless promises?" Sukuna curls your lips upward into a smirk, tilting your head to the side and watching as Yuuji's face pales.  

Suddenly, your body contorts, your right hand curling into a white-knuckled fist that you promptly ram into your chest. Sukuna coughs, tilting your head down to glance at where your fist had connected with your chest.  

Yuuji watches in shock – watches as your right fist reels back again, this time connecting with your cheek. Again, Sukuna splutters, legs buckling slightly under the force with which you had punched up into your own face.  

"(Y/N)?" he mutters to himself, tilting his head. Sukuna, or rather you, jerk your head towards Yuuji. For a split second, just a singular split second, he can see that flicker of warmth that was just purely you.  

"That brat is … damn it," Sukuna snarls, nose crinkling in both frustration and disgust. He reaches your left hand towards your right, curling your fingers around your wrist and roughly tugging it downward.  

Somewhere in the darkness, you clench your hands into fists, operating blindly. This was your body. 

“Fucking brat!” Sukuna suddenly yells, your fingers losing grip over your own wrist. Your left hand releases your right, and once again, your fist connects with your cheek.  

Yuuji watches, eyes widening as the realization of what you were doing slowly seeps in. He has been right — you were still somewhere in there. 

“(Y/N)!” Yuuji yells out, bravely sprinting from his place and locking his arms around your waist, ignoring Sukuna’s vicious yells of protest. He tugs your back flush against his chest, closing his eyes and ignoring the pain that erupts in his chest as Sukuna forces you to squirm in Yuuji's hold. 

"Unhand me!" Sukuna shouts, kicking out one of your legs in the hopes that it would loosen Yuuji's grip. It doesn't. 

Your right hand trembles before shooting upward, palm covering your eyes and gripping tightly onto your temples. Sukuna lets out a frustrated shout, lips pulling back in an angered snarl. 

"C'mon (Y/N), c'mon," Yuuji whispers pleadingly, digging his heels into the ground and tightening his grip. Your body trembles for a moment, shaking against him before falling completely limp. "(Y/N)!" 

"And just what makes you think that you can take this body back?" Sukuna tilts his head at you, circling you like a lion would its prey. Calculating red eyes narrow at you, pupils narrowed into snake-like slits as you stare helplessly back at the King of Curses.  

"I won't let you--" 

"You won't let me what? You do understand how absolutely powerless you are in comparison to me, don't you?" Sukuna barks out a laugh, roughly taking hold of your face and forcing your gaze upon him.  

Your eyes water at the sudden pressure applied to your skin, body shaking as Sukuna lowers his face to be inches from yours – nose to nose.  

"I'll kill him with your hands," Sukuna smirks at you, relishing in the expression of horror that falls over your face. He bites back the rising laugh in his throat, instead releasing his hold on your face.  

You stare helplessly, lowering your head and staring down at your hands. Sukuna bends, kneeling in front of you and tilting his head.  

"What'll it be?" 

"(Y/N) …?" Yuuji murmurs, hands cradling either side of your face. He blinks back the tears in his eyes, staring down at your face and smiling as your eyes flicker to meet his own. His lips part to greet you again, eyes already crinkling at the corners.  

The marks on your face and wrists haven't … haven't faded.  

"(Y/N) …?" Yuuji whispers again, watching as you remove yourself from his lap and rise to your feet. Your back turns to him, then your head tilts to catch a glance of him from over your shoulder.  

Your lips curl upward into a smirk, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing together. "(Y/N) is gone …" 

Yuuji's eyes widen, heart sinking as he too rises to his feet. His hands go slack as he stares at you.  

" … brat." 

HEHE if y'all want an alternate ending please let me know, but I had so much fucking fun writing this! 

[water-to-drink]

Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt10

Tree Hugger

(Summary): After narrowly escaping detection from the Natlan army it seems that the one from before has caught up with you and company

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(Characters): Traveler!Lumine, Paimon, Abyss Prince!Aether, Childe, and ???

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, potentially bad fight scene, potentially ooc, potential inaccurate descriptions of Natlan, (lmk if I missed anything)

(Word Count): 2.1k

You ran until the layer of snow became thinner and the crunch beneath your shoes resonated less and less. of a heatwave. You ran until the sun that was once rising now sets and paints the sky with a beautiful mixture of red, orange, and purple. You ran despite your feet hurting beyond belief, but the adrenaline kept you pushing forward. You ran despite your lungs burning hotter and a summer day in the midst

Your feet become heavy and your movements became almost sluggish, it seems that Lumine has noticed this

Lumine looks over her shoulder towards you but you see her looking over you and her eyes widen in horror. You look in the same direction and your heart dropped. Just far into the distance you spotted the same jaguar like mask you saw back in Snezhnaya coming at you full speed

“Guys, someone’s found us!” Lumine yelled as she quickly pushed you behind her and summoned her sword

Your assailant summons their weapon, a long wooden claymore lined with pieces of sharp obsidian blades. They swung it at the traveler who expertly dodged the attacks. When Lumine swings her sword the masked individual blocks it with a shield decorated with colorful feathers. They lift up their club to strike Lumine but Aether comes in and stops the attack

The two fall into a familiar rhythm of fighting the attacker and covering the other, Lumine making swings with her right hand whilst Aether does the same with his left hand

The assailant takes out a cord with 3 balls tied to the ends of it and they swing it above their head before throwing it. The string entangles itself around Lumine’s ankles making her fall to the ground. Aether looks at Lumine to ensure she’s okay

“Aether watch out!” Lumine warns

The prince turns around to see their attacker about to deal a blow, but they put up their shield to block the hydro infused arrows, however some water splashes onto them

Seeing the opportunity Aether throws a few lightning strikes towards the assailant to stun them

Childe uses his hydro vision to make a pair of blades and charges at them. Still in a daze the attacker couldn’t react in time to block the slices dealt by the ginger

Lumine finally was able to untangle herself from the bolas

“Childe get down!” Lumine warned and she blasted a large cryo attack at the assailant, freezing them in place

Finally getting their bearings the masked individual puts their hands up in defeat. “I admit defeat, I expected nothing less from the three of you.” They finally spoke

“Who are you?” Aether said while pointing his sword at their neck

Their hands slowly make their way behind their head to remove the mask from their face. You spot two rounded ears covered in a rosette pattern, yellow eyes with slits in the pupils, and short reddish hair

“Oh my god!” You shouted out in surprise. “Wait, who are you?”

“I’m the high priestess in Natlan, Chimalma, I aid the mighty warriors in various thing, but that’s a topic for some other time.” Chimalma introduced herself

“Why should we trust you, for all we know you could have alerted your forces about us.” Aether asked still untrusting of the supposed high priestess

“I know what happened between you and the Raiden Shogun, her seeing your golden blood.” They stated matter of factly. “I also know that the Fatui has been searching for these ‘primogems’, but you haven’t had any luck finding more.”

“How do you know that?!” Lumine asked as she and Childe got in front of you ready to protect you in a moment’s notice

“I don’t mean to bring harm to their Grace, we only wish to help you on your journey.”

“Wait, ‘we?’ Who else is with you?” You asked

“Chimalma wouldn’t have known about your situation if a little birdie hadn’t told her.” A voice replied, you turned your head to see the iconic long pink hair with pink ears drooping because of heavy gold earrings with purple gems, one earring holding an electro vision

“Yae?!” You, Lumine, and Paimon shouted in unison

“Why hello your Grace.” The Guji greeted

“Wh-why are you here?! And how did you know that I’m not the imposter?!”

“Well the Shogun puppet came to the shrine one day and told me about the incident, she even told me about despite Ei seeing your blood but she was forced to raise her blade against you.” You saw Yae’s usual playful expression uncharacteristically turn into one of pain. “I apologize for our little priestess’ brash behavior earlier, I will deal with them later.”

“Wait, I understand where she learned the incident with Ei but how did she learn about the Fatui?!”

“It’s simple,” Chimalma said as she raised her hand out and a blue hummingbird flew over and perched itself her hand. “I had spies watching.”

“Birds talk here?!” You gasped in shock

“They do but only a chosen few can understand them. Soon you’ll understand them.”

“We need to head out soon, it’s getting late and do something about your clothes.” Yae looks over her shoulder and made a little gesture with her hand, a decent sided wooden carriage pulled by animals you don’t recognize and two men dressed in what you assumed to be Natlan clothing come out of the carriage. The twin instantly get in front of you at the sight of the men, sensing your nervousness they give Yae the box and kneel down before you

“Just as Lady Chimalma said, we don’t mean to bring you any harm.” One stated

“We would rather see that our end is met by your hands if you see us as untrustworthy .” The other continued

“No, you’re good. I’m not killing anyone except my doppelganger.” You reassured them

“Natlan warriors are an intense bunch.” Yae said as she walks towards you with the wooden box. “I know it’s not much but it’s all that we could find in such a short period.” Yae opens the box to reveal 7 Primogems

You take the gems and they disappear into a glittery blue dust very reminiscent of a nebula in space. You felt a tiny bit of power course through your arm and up to your chest causing an involuntary shiver racks through your body

“Whoa, I actually felt something this time.” You chuckled

“That’s good to hear, but I know a more effective method to getting your old powers back.”

“Really? What is it?” Paimon asked

“We need to go to Natlan for that.” Chimalma said as she melted the ice trapping her feet in place

“Don’t worry, little one. I will ensure your safety.” Yae said putting her hand on your shoulder in a gesture of reassurance. “However, before we enter Natlan’s boarder’s you all need to change into something less eye catching.” Yae said gesturing to your clothes

The Guji snapped her fingers and the two men go back into the carriage and bring out various clothing items, they present them to you and company

“You have to change out of your clothes to avoid suspicion.” Yae advised

You and the others quickly put on the disguises which consisted of a thick cloth shirt, leggings with a rosette pattern similar to the one that Chimalma has on her ears, and a wooden helmet carved in the shape of a bird, but you were told that could be put on later when in Natlan. Now you resembled the two men clothing wise, you all were ushered into the carriage and settled in. There was only enough room for you and Miko to sit on one side while the others sat right in front of you. The carriage began to make the long journey from Snezhnaya to Natlan, maybe the fact that you were finally stationary in hours because you found yourself dozing off and you almost rested your head on Yae’s shoulder

“You look tired, my dear. Why don’t you rest a little for now.” Yae smiled as she patted her thighs inviting you to lay your head on them

“Oh! A-are you sure, don’t want to impose…” You stuttered out as heat rushes to your face

“Nonsense, you need all the rest you can get, remember you have a long journey ahead of you.”

“If you say so.” You said and laid your head down in her lap. Yae’s lap felt like heaven, you don’t know if it’s due to the fact that you’ve slept in a cave and spent the whole day running but her thighs were spiritually healing. You were so preoccupied with the comfort you were experiencing you completely missed the death glares thrown at Yae, who in turn smirked triumphantly

The next thing you feel is Yae gently shaking you awake, you sat up and in your groggy state you looked around and remembered where you are.

“We’re here.” Chimalma said as you all got out of the carriage and looked at the beautiful landscape. “Welcome to the nation of pyro, Natlan.”

“How did we get here that fast?” You asked in amazement

“It’s a secret~” Yae said holding her finger in front of her smirking lips

You look around to see reddish orange mountains with various paintings on them. A tap on your shoulder brings your attention towards Yae

“It isn’t safe to be out there for too long without your mask.”

You put on the wooden helmet and followed Yae and Chimalma who lead you and company to a tree with parts of its bark a glowing shade of blue

You see the two hybrids looking at you and the tree expectantly

“Ohh! Uhh, how do I ‘resonate’ with the tree?” You asked

“The same way our dear traveler resonates with the statues of the seven, by touching them.” Yae answered

You hesitantly extends your hands and rest your finger tips on the tree. After a while your tense shoulders slowly relax and you press your palms on the bark. The moment you spot the blue parts of the tree start glowing brighter than before you instantly withdrew your hands. The soft giggles from Yae drew your attention towards the Guji, she takes your hands and leads them back to the tree

“Relax, just concentrate on connecting with the tree.”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, focusing on the tree you feel power and warmth course through you. You take your hands off the tree and open your eyes to see the blue parts glowing brightly

“So how do you feel?” Lumine asked

“That was intense, but other than that I feel the same.” You replied

“Summon some fire!” Chimalma urged

You hesitantly held out your dominant hand and imagined a flame coming out from your hand and once the image comes into your mind a decently sized fire envelopes your hand. Surprisingly the flame doesn’t hurt you and after a while the flame dies down into nothing

“Whoa, so the way for their Grace to regain their powers is to touch these trees, kinda like Lumine with the statues of the seven?” Paimon asked as she rubbed her chin

“Very intuitive little one, as to why it works for the Ley Lines instead of the statues I do not know.” Yae explains

You spot Aether wanting to say something but stopping himself from doing so, you stopped yourself from prying so to not make the situation awkward

“Now that we’re done here, let’s go time is of the essence.” Yae begins to walk away from the tree

“Wait before you go,” Chimalma said as she knelt down before you. “take this sword with you.” You took the sword and take it out of its sheath to examine it, a brown hilt leading to a blade with similar blue stripes as the tree you just resonated with

“Why are you giving their Grace a sword?! They have us to protect them!” Aether stated also offended at the implication that he and Lumine aren’t enough to protect you

“You never know and besides it’ll help jog up some memories.”

“I think you’re mistaken, I’ve never held a sword like this before.” You said

“Maybe in this life, but in your old life definitely. Everything that the old pyro archon knew, you taught it to them.”

You held the sword and felt something stir inside you and put it back in its sheath

“I’ll hold you to that statement.” You said

“I promise it’ll come in handy.”

You waved Chimalma goodbye and walk back to the carriage. Mentally preparing yourself for your next destination

The land of electro, Inazuma

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[oncewhenalongtimeago]

Always an Angel, Never the God

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Runaway!Reader

Words: 3,271

Your plans to run away with Hiccup fall through. Three years later, you finally make it off Berk and away from the Edge.

Tags: Gender neutral/intended Female, Runaway Reader, Angst, Unrequited love, Requited love, Heartbreak

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“-at’s for -id-apping me.” You heard, watching as he reeled back slightly, one shoulder jerking back farther than the other.

Toothless was there too, way off. Even with distance, you could still remember what it was like to have him before you, towering, frightening, thick, clawed paws and rippling shoulder muscles, pupils in the shape of slits. Now, he snorted, more conscious than you’d ever seen him, at the same time attentive and not. Open.

As you turned back, your soldiers hunching even further, hiding, you struggled hard to keep your wits about you, chest feeling light as you struggled to grasp at air.

You’d seen the axe.

You’d seen the axe.

It had been laid plainly on the ground, pressing itself deep into the grass like a foot grinding imprint into mud, solid as a God, making itself known, permanent and weighty as an ancient law carved into hard stone.

It’s owner, you hadn’t known, and yet as the sun set, it wrought dread pooling from every orifice like the curdling blood from the cleaved neck of an ox. 

Your back was aching against flat rock, the face of a small outcropping, large enough to keep you fully covered. 

There was something deep and electric tingling up your arms, freeing your muscles and curdling hope as you waited and prayed, the line that marked the beginning of one line burning, bursting, waiting.

You stared at dusty brown wicker, the most useful of your belongings cradled the seat of a stolen basket-pack, your eyes feeling heavy, weightier than metal in their sockets, the world around you feeling much too light and airy, both unreal and even moreso slogging than the few terrified hours you had spent alone, the hours that had been ended quite suddenly just a mere moment prior.

You had been afraid.

Afraid, with something like dread bubbling in your stomach, roiling wildly like the galled bubbles of a cauldron of hot water, left to burn recklessly over a raging fire, forgotten. Dangerous- a knife pointed towards a neck, scraping against skin, and the neck- it had been none other than your own, surely.

You feared the worst, especially after your frantic search bore no fruit- That he’d been found, and that something terrible had happened to him, but Hiccup was fine. 

He’d been fine, with Astrid, this whole time.

Even Toothless seemed to like her well enough. He didn’t like you, glaring and snapping when you got too close despite all of your efforts to get on his good side. 

He barely ever let you on. He certainly wouldn’t without Hiccup- you had the sneaking suspicion he’d buck if you tried. 

While you understood why he kept it to himself -it went against everything you’d known your whole lives- a small part of you couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that even as close friends he’d not told you about Toothless at all- not at first. When he’d done it, he did it with reluctance. You doubted he would’ve even bothered if he’d not seen you do so poorly at dragon training, if you hadn’t stumbled across him at just the wrong moment. He probably felt terrible, watching you fail over and over again when he could be doing something to help.

You hugged your knees tightly hidden behind rock and moss, fighting with yourself, struggling not to make a sound, as you peered around a jagged corner, listening in as the two young Vikings conversed.

Even if he never inherited the Chiefdom, the expectation that he’d marry was still heavy. You two were an inevitable couple, if not because of love, out solidarity. It wasn’t like either of you had any suitors. You were friends first, of course, but privately you hadn’t had a problem with… With marriage. You got along well and you could see a future with him where you were both alright if not happy, and you really, really liked him.

You knew he wanted someone else. He wanted someone who was confident, capable, who had good standing, who was also someone his father could be proud of... Someone who was more gorgeous than plain, someone like Astrid.

You weren’t the best Viking. You couldn’t work in the forge, you hadn’t a lot of lucrative talents at all and a measure of clumsiness and troublemaking that could rival Hiccup’s own, but you were friends, and that had to count for something.

He’d come to you with his plan to run away, after all- You were running away together, you’d thought, and yet- And yet somehow, some way, she was there. 

He left with her. 

He liked her- You knew that. And, you realized with mounting horror, as shadow-washed blonde locks teased the side of a freckled, soft face, she liked him too. 

You knew you’d never had a chance, but knowing it was different from seeing it.

You hadn’t had a chance in the world… You could never fault him for that.

Still, you couldn’t stop the tears from pooling in your eyes, or the tiny bits of your heart from splitting apart and scattering across the grass.

“-And… for- …else,” The wind carried the words to you gently, softly, worn by distance yet not at all delayed by time.

 

Conversely, he didn’t tell you when he flew off to battle with the rest of your peers. The whole thing with the Red Death? You missed it completely. You only found out later after Hiccup had been towed back to Berk on death's door.

“If I place a spring there, when I pull the lever, it shouldn’t catch. The gear system is supposed to help turn the barrel while I’m aiming. What do you think?” Brown leather guard met gauntlet as Hiccup rubbed his shoulder, bruised, no doubt the result of a hard fall he’d taken earlier on Toothless.

You nodded, eyeing the vast array of blueprints and open journals spread sideways in between the two of you. 

“Yeah, I got it,” You said as casually as you could manage, though the words felt hollow, “...But remember that one time, with the weeds and the clogging? Between the wheels and the frame, with the grass… You need to cover the space between lest you want it to jam again.”

Constantly spilling his heart out to you but saving the rest- the best parts of it for the other teens, the ones who used to jeer at him from the sidelines, who all of the sudden began to treat him well, but still jeered at you while he wasn’t looking- you were a hangers-on to their group, not very useful or funny, not spoken with or talked to or considered at all by anyone who wasn’t Hiccup. Just… there. Always.

It had been a long time since anything you said felt like it had held any weight, a long time since you’d felt like anything more than a ghost, a thin breeze. 

Hiccup picked up a yellowed paper, scrutinizing his own design, “Yeah… Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know If- if I shift the base… Yeah, that would work.”

Your friendship had, for lack of a better word, remained the nearly same, except now there was an undercurrent of something vicious under the surface of a black ocean, broiling and writhing like an angry serpent. 

Sometimes it felt like a sick corruption of the friendship you and Hiccup used to have, made up of long-held bonds forged through hardship and what you had thought were good times. Sometimes it felt as if you were better off than before and you could joke and laugh and play games the same way you had as children, and sometimes it felt like you were speaking to a stranger, one you weren’t sure you’d ever known at all; sometimes his mannerisms, his ticks and even the way he stood were alien to you.

You weren’t sure you recognized who he was anymore. You never asked why, afraid of the answer you might find.

“No problem,” You puffed, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. In that instant, your words felt loaded just as much as they held nothing- they felt fake, like a product of something much larger and uglier- they slipped off your tongue thickly, sluggishly, slimy, like a lie.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Hiccup shifted in his seat, clenching and unclenching his fingers, a nervous tick he’d had since the two of you were little, “Your dragon. Have you picked a name for it yet?”

“Ah, no,” You sighed, looking down at your knees, pants scuffed and mottled, “Honestly, I haven’t been able to find something he likes.”

Picky bastard.

Hiccup had helped you find a dragon before the lot of you had moved, a smallish Nadder who still didn’t feel much like your own who served you just as well as any other would. You did your best to serve it as well. You needed it, after all. 

The Nadder- he turned out to have just as much propensity for social upset as you, getting along with Stormfly, Toothless and no one else.

You had a very similar luck- to both his eyes and your dragon’s, it seemed you were no better or worse than any stranger, a far cry from the relationship you used to have with the beast. It suited you well- you weren’t so fond of the Night Fury, either.

Weighing the bottom of your boot against squeaky floorboard, clenching your hands together and loosening them lightly off to the side, you grimaced. 

Now, your life with the other Riders didn’t seem nearly as hard as it had been before. They had gotten used to you though you couldn’t say you were particularly close with anybody. You didn’t get any looks anymore though, nor would conversations stop once you entered a room. It was a minor comfort; You didn’t try to strike up conversation either, finally figuring that it was better to be silent than awkward. 

It still did nothing to soothe the hurt or to erase all of the years you’d spent hurting or to negate any of the time you spent on your lonesome which was still more often than not.

“If you don’t mind, I can-...” Hiccup leaned back, the both of you turning heads as your door creaked open, wood floors creaking as heavy boots moved across the threshold of your home. 

You gave Astrid a nod of acknowledgement as she approached your table. She tilted her head, glancing in your direction in response.

“Hiccup,” Astrid called, “Are we still flying tonight?”

“Astrid,” Hiccup greeted as he stood up, a soft smile stretching half the length of his face as he gathered his assets, leaving a few papers scattered across the top. He probably meant to come pick them up later, as he usually did, “Let me get my things.”

You tuned them out as they began speaking in earnest, leaning back to stare at the ceiling, fingers tapping against your elbows almost antsily as they took their leave, moving slower than you would have liked yet too fast for you to feel ready.

“Hey,” Hiccup looked back at you, all tawny freckles and slightly sun-darkened skin. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest. Fearfully, “I’ll see you later, right?”

“Right,” You said nearly at a mumble, refusing to look him in the eye, glancing off to a place somewhere over his shoulder where your wall’s planks had been unevenly nailed. Your stomach rolled guiltily as the door shut behind him, “I’ll see you later.”

You were sure he hadn’t heard. It was a relief.

You waited, shoulders stiff, arms braces against the table, listening as your door swung shut behind Hiccup, as it fell into your frame with a solid thunk and as the sound of his voice and her conversation got quieter and quieter as they wandered off into the distance.

You stood, pressing flat palms against wood and took in a deep breath, hands shaking so intensely you could hardly feel anything as you walked up to one shuttered window and slowly pushed it open like the two old, worn fold covers of a leather book.

You winced, blinking hard as you watched Hiccup sling his leg over Toothless’ back, Astrid grasping at the straps to Stormfly’s own saddle just before doing the same, mounting as her dragon took off into the sky, wings beating methodically as she hovered in front of him, waiting for him to follow. 

His Night Fury looked back, blinking, half disoriented. You turned away just before you could meet eyes, feeling quite vulnerable. 

“Right,” You muttered deeply, scuffing your boots against the floor. With your foot, out from under your table, you nudged a hefty pack- something measly you’d prepared earlier in the morning, when the line between night and day was most blurry, when the sky was still pitch and the stars winked above you, filled with something like shame and something almost like freedom, a little bit like death.

He may have found his happiness with the others, but.., you hadn’t. 

There was nothing much here for you to lose by leaving- grabbing your things and bolting in the night, the same way he’d planned it out all those years ago. You didn’t have much. 

With a quiet heave, you brought the pack over your shoulder. You didn’t stumble back, no -you’d grown at least that much- though you still felt its weight like a thin knife pulling at your back’s muscles. 

Glancing back out your open window, you watched them, Hiccup and Astrid. You felt safer, more hidden as distance fogged their edges, as they became nothing more or less than a few blurry dots in the sky.

You waited until they were nothing but a speck in the distance before you yourself stepped out into the open air, boot crunching against dirt and pebble, fresh air meeting your face, blasting past your nose, your wrist flicking against the heavy weight of wooden door, hearing the sound of heavy metal hand slamming back against it.  

It was not quite the feeling you’d imagined, more than a world unlike how they’d described it in the epics, with their brawny heroes, locking in battle, imprisoned, throwing off chains like dust in the air, feeling metal snap away from his wrist, hearing the sound of slightly dull tinkling and a thump as metal landed against patched dirt-and-grass-and-sometimes-stone flooring, but, well, you were no hero. 

You were just a coward. 

Still, something in your chest felt heavy -the place between your ribs, the line of muscle and bone where things felt the most sensitive- but it was better. It was lighter.

You stood still for a moment, waiting, listening to the outside, cool air ripping against your nose and lungs, expecting- what, regret? Nerves? 

The others wouldn’t notice. You knew it with a surety that steadied your limbs.

Fishlegs was busy in his hut. The twins and Snotlout- maybe they’d see you leaving, but you knew they wouldn’t ask why. They weren’t the type to feel much at all besides, perhaps, the vague expectation that you’d be back later. Hiccup and Astrid wouldn’t be back till late doing who-knows-what. 

On the Edge, you’d only managed a small, shoddy hut. You burst into motion, quickly rounding its corner, where, towering over you, lay a Nadder. It had been crouched over itself, guarding its feet like one might guard a clutch of eggs, wings folded over its body so everything else was nearly all hidden.

As you breathed heavily, quickly making yourself known as you approached it, it stood up onto its feet, titling precariously and dipping and kicking up dirt, the most awful Nadder you’d ever seen.

Its throat undulated as it chirruped and bobbed, high tones nearly reaching something growling the longer you waited. It had been patient, more so than you’d ever thought it capable- your last few hours with Hiccup had been quite sudden and unexpected.

You supposed it was eager.

Flying was more than just a method of transport- it was a sport, something done for leisure. Most of the Riders did it, and as a dragon perhaps almost belonging to a Rider, it was something he’d come to expect. It’d spent plenty watching the others, as they flew. 

You hadn’t yet, but then again, you hadn’t had a dragon. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary- it shouldn’t raise any eyebrows. You wouldn’t be stopped.

It wanted to soar.

You’d only just met and you already knew that much- you almost felt bad for not running sooner, but really, it had been out of your control.

Kicking off of the floor, you almost fell backwards with the weight at your back, gripping at a thick strap, nearly as wide as your palm, pulling at it, heaving yourself off as your Nadder twitched and bobbed and flexed its winged arms. 

You thought of how Astrid had mounted Stormfly earlier, moving easily with her dragon, swaying with its bobs, taking advantage of corded muscles in order to heave herself up, all in one smooth motion. You shoved down a spike of envy, spearing and prickling through your guts.

Stormfly was a smidgen more graceful than your own dragon. You guessed that was one thing you two had in common- you and your lizard, that was. The worst of two peoples; slightly snippish and odd in a way that repelled most of the others, a loner more by circumstance than by choice. Reckless, frustrated, mistake-prone cuts and rips and tears dotting rough scales and dry hide.

You knew what you were doing was wrong, not saying goodbye, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to spill the beans.

You grunted as you managed, finally, you haul yourself onto its back, draped over its saddle horizontally like a cloth over a fishing line. It took you a moment longer to right yourself, another to sling your leg over its back, nearly falling back again as your arms threatened to give out.

You bit your lip, lightly tapping your Nadder’s side with your heel, leaning hard in the opposite direction, your pack jerking roughly against your shoulders at the shift of weight. 

Hiccup… There was no use feeling guilty. He was your friend first. You’d lived your whole life that way, though soon, you’d have nothing between the two of you. If the fates allowed it, you’d never see him again. By that logic, it shouldn’t matter what he did. Not anymore.

You glanced one last time into the sky. 

There was nothing.

Your Nadder bowed, forcing you to lean forwards with it, its wings unfurling in a way that nearly clipped the side of your hut’s roof, threatening delicate-hardy membrane.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling something like a bounce, then a leap. The jostle of large, clawed feet once again meeting sky before you met air like a solid wall, roughly pressing against you, pushing you back, working against you more than your pack ever did, as if you’d never been meant to reach the skies. 

Then the moment was gone. 

As you blinked hastily, exchanging the painful weight of too-tight eyelids for the dryness of eye meeting speed and force, wind ripped past your cheeks in a way that ripped, made you wince, reminded you of devastating winders, hail and sleet so frosty it burned. 

You weren’t sure where exactly you were going, but you knew wherever it was, it would be good as long as it was as far, far away from here as possible.

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*hugs you* Thank you so much again for another delicious writing! ❤ I can't help myself, sooooo~ Yakuza men and I absolutely have no shame allowing them to do whatever they want, any dirty little fantasy they have with reader? What would it be? Tysm, you're amazing! <3

yakuza men acting out their dirtiest fantasies !

✫ pairing -  kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/afab!reader (all seperate)

✫  tags -  nsfw, minors dni, bullet list format, no gendered terms used, piv, oral (both male and reader receiving), camming/facetime sex, free use, unprotected sex (be smart), degradation (slut, whore), aftercare, reader wears a skirt, primal play, breeding mention, mentions of cumming inside, semipublic sex/exhibitionism, petplay, collaring, use of petnames (doll, pet), rough sex, breathplay/choking

✫  a/n - there is no such thing as shame on this account, we are all holding hands in the delulu no matter how filthy it is <33

kazuma kiryu ✫ giving him a camshow

so we all know the camshow minigame in 6 right..... yeah

good luck getting him to admit this one to you, kiryu would probably rather chop off one of his limbs

he hasn't dared to touch any sort of pornographic material since he started dating you - he's a loyal man and glancing at other people that aren't you is simply not in the question

the only way that you'd probably figure out that this is something you're into is by complete accident

you're on facetime with him while you're in bed one day, his business having taken him to some other part of japan away from you

things are going as normal until you reach over to the nightstand to grab a glass of water, the camera tilting down to your chest

kiryu stutters to a stop mid-sentence at the sight of your smooth skin and cleavage under a flimsy tank top

despite his slacks tightening to an uncomfortable degree, he tries to play it off when you call him out on it

"i-it's nothing. as i was saying-"

you COULD let him off the hook, but you can see how red his ears are getting even through the shitty hotel wi-fi-induced crunchiness of his video feed

kiryu's breath hitches as you tilt your phone down to your chest again, watching with dilated pupils as you reach up to slip one of the straps of your tank top off your shoulder

"w-what are you doing-?"

lets out a deep sigh when you ask him if he wants you to stop, his eyes screwing shut and his head falling back against the back of the hotel's armchair

".... no. keep going"

kiryu feels lightheaded as you slowly, teasingly slip your tank top down to expose your tits to the camera

he knows you're saying things to him, but all he can focus on is the breathy lilt of your voice and the way your hands are kneading at your own breasts

fuck, he feels so dirty for doing this - but it's been too long since he's been able to touch you and something about the sight of your body through a shaky camera lens on his little phone screen is just doing it for him

you hear a rustling of fabric and the muffled sound of his zipper, kiryu's jaw tensing as he hisses through his teeth - is he-?

"so fucking beautiful," he manages to grit out, his hand fisting his stiff cock, thumbing his pre-cum-soaked slit in time with your fingers circling your nipples

starts telling you to touch yourself, too - distance be damned, he wants to cum in tandem with you

if he ever turns the camera around to show you himself stroking his cock, the angle is going to be... bad, but the sound of his choked grunts and the sheer redness of his cock will make up for it

paints his abs with the thickest load of cum he thinks he's ever shot, a barely suppressed growl rumbling in his chest after he hears your breathy orgasm through the phone

is thoroughly embarrassed whenever you mention it again - but you and him both know that if you ever start to strip on camera again, he's not going to stop you

goro majima ✫ free use

if there's one thing that majima values over everything else, it's being able to do whatever he wants whenever he wants

he's pretty open about talking about whatever when it comes to sex, so when you two are hanging at his apartment and you ask him about his absolute dirtiest fantasy he already has an answer locked and loaded

your intrigue only grows when he assures you that you don't have to act it out with him unless you REALLY want to

launches into the nastiest, most vivid description of him being able to use your body whenever and however he wants to - bending you over whatever surface is closest without warning, ruining whatever hole of yours he feels like in the moment, you taking it like the good little slut you are

his lips twist into a predatory grin when you tell him that you'd be more than willing to let him do that

"well, what's the point in wastin' any more time? take those damn panties off - ya won't need 'em"

gets too impatient to let you do it yourself, pulling you close and reaching under the hem of your skirt to rip them off your body

scoffs at your whines about how that was your favorite pair - "shut up, y'know i'll buy ya more, doll"

turns you around and presses a firm hand between your shoulder blades to bend you over the coffee table, a low whistle when he sees how wet you've already gotten

"you this worked up already? haven't even touched ya - must like the idea of me using this pretty little hole like a fleshlight that much, huh?"

pushes himself into your heat without another moment's hesitation, thrusting into you wildly from behind while you can do nothing but squirm and cry out in his grasp

for the rest of the evening, he's determined to take you on every surface in the apartment

and he nearly does - fucking you in his lap on the couch, propping you up on the kitchen counter to eat his own cum out of you, forcing his cock down your throat as you kneel in front of him with his back against a wall, taking you in prone bone against the floor because he couldn't even be bothered to move you to a proper surface

he's only satisfied once every inch of your skin is painted with his cum, your body twitching and your facial expression so cutely fucked out

carries you to the bathroom to clean you up before tenderly tucking you into bed, his gentle touch so unlike the animal of a man who had been shoving his cock into you from every angle moments before

kisses your forehead before snuggling in beside you, holding you to his chest in an unspoken apology for how rough he was

"ya did so good for me, doll, took me so well - get some rest, ya earned it"

taiga saejima ✫ primal play

far be it from saejima to ever do anything to hurt you or make you feel threatened

but he's a man driven by his inner instinct at his core

he really isn't the type to pour over pornographic materials or discuss that sort of thing with his buddies (read: majima), so he's a complete stranger to anything outside of just

so when you had decided to tease him one day by making him chase you through your apartment, he had no idea what to make of the simmering in his stomach that started to burn when he finally caught you and pinned you to the ground

he let you go with a forced casual laugh that time, but for the rest of the week he couldn't get the image of you helplessly trapped in his grasp out of his head

he's almost forgotten about it until one day he's getting hot and heavy with you, his brow furrowing in confusion when you pull your lips away from his

his breath hitches when you ask him what his deepest, darkest fantasy is, his mind flashing with the image of the moment he caught you in his arms

your eyes widen as he lifts you to your feet, his eyes dark with desire

"start runnin'. i'll give you a head start before i come after ya"

you don't need to be told twice before you dart away, the looming knowledge that saejima wasn't far behind making your heart pound in your chest

your lungs ache as you scramble into your bedroom closet, already hearing his heavy footsteps thudding against the floor

your head spins as your heartrate spikes as you hear him getting closer and closer

saejima would never to anything to hurt you - but your body's trembling reaction to the thought of him devouring you whole is also making arousal pool in your panties

the only warning you have that he's found you is the way the light shining under the door is shadowed by his boots, the door ripping open

you only get a passing glance at the feral gleam in saejima's eyes before he's grabbing you, throwing over you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before you're being unceremoniously plopped onto your bed

you're scrambling to catch your breath as he hungrily rips your clothes from your body, trapping you in his grasp as his thick cock splits you in half

doesn't hold back with the force and pace of his thrusts, rutting into you with reckless abandon as he litters your neck and shoulders with bites

"cute fuckin' bunny, thinkin' ya could get away from me - m'gonna breed ya so deep, yer not gonna be able to run anymore"

he usually's more conservative with his noises, but he's growling and panting as you cry and scratch at his back

safe to say, from that day on all you need to do to get this big tiger riled up is to start running from him

shun akiyama ✫ putting you in a bunnysuit

it's nothing crazy, but akiyama's not huge on any hard kinks or fetishes to begin with

like i said in my post about their kinks, akiyama's a big fan of costumes, but the playboy bunny getup in particular is an especially deep-cut preference of his

he probably takes the initiative to buy it for you one day, handing you a gift bag at the end of one of your dates and telling you with a wink to wait until you get home to put it on

you give him a questioning look right back, wondering what in the world he was up to this time - but you don't question it too much, waiting until you were back in your apartment to look in the bag

you almost choke when you finally lay out the entire ensemble - a skimpy black leotard with a puffy white tail pinned right on the lower back, fishnets, cuffs, a collar with a red bowtie - and of course, the headband with the bunny ears

ah, so that's why that dirty dog wanted you to open it at home - pulling that out at the restaurant you two were at would've been wildly inappropriate

there's a handwritten note from akiyama in the bag, too, scrawled in that hasty yet still elegant script of his

'Saw this in the window of that one shop on the east side of Kamurocho and couldn't resist. Only wear it if you want, but just know I think you'd look beautiful in it'

you roll your eyes at his antics, but it's not like it's the first time you've dressed up in something for him - so you undress and pull the costume on piece-by-piece

fortunately or unfortunately, he's right about the suit looking good on you - the leotard pushes your tits up in a way that's almost obscene and cinches your waist, and the bunny tail sits perfectly above the curve of your ass

and you had to admit, the bunny ears were cute, too

you're turning yourself around and admiring yourself in the mirror, deciding to snap a few pictures of yourself at different angles to send off to akiyama

when akiyama opens your text, he almost drops his phone and spits out the cigarette in his mouth - god, you look even better than he could have ever imagined

almost trips himself getting out the door of his own apartment, adjusting his tightening pants as he scrambles to text you back

'Coming over, don't take it off'

practically bursts into your apartment when you let him in, his hands immediately on you and his lips smothering yours

won't shut up about how hot you look as he pushes you onto your living room couch - "god, i knew you'd look amazing, babe, you look so sexy in this"

usually the type to tease you for as long as he can, but he can't wait any longer to taste you, hooking a finger in the crotch of the leotard to pull it aside and ripping a hole in the fishnets before he buries his face in your pussy

silently pats himself on the back for his impulsive financial decision when he feels the scrape of your fishnet-clad thighs on either side of his head - he'll have to get you to wear this more often

akira nishikiyama ✫ semi-public sex

i'm back on my "yakuza 0 era-nishiki is a young dumb impulsive risk-taker" bullshit

as possessive as he is, the thought of you two getting it on somewhere where you could easily get discovered gets him harder than anything else

it's the combination of the riskiness and the thought of everyone seeing that it's him fucking you and making you feel good

he's toyed with the idea before, even bringing it up during dirty talk as a way to rile you up, but the actual risk of getting caught and bringing any sort of shame on his family stops him from actually getting too handsy with you in public

which is why when you suddenly pull him into some back alley of kamurocho and start getting on your knees in front of him, he almost loses his shit right then and there

his eyes dart from the distant end of the alley to you, the thought that anyone could walk in and see you unzipping the front of his slacks making him throb visibly in his boxers

his hand comes up to gently stroke your hair as you pull his reddened cock out, a shuddered groan leaving his pretty lips as you lean in to kiss the bead of precum forming at his tip

"so dirty - gonna suck my cock right here? are you looking to get us caught, you little vixen?"

his head falls back against the concrete wall as your lips close around his length, his fingers threading in your hair as his hips buck into the warm cavern of your mouth

his eyes keep darting from the sight of his length disappearing down your throat to the other end of the alleyway, almost wishing that some punk would peek a little closer and see him claiming your mouth as his

doesn't even bother muffling his noises when he cums, letting his stuttered whimpers free as he unloads his hot seed down your throat

helps you onto your feet, giving you a sweet kiss before spinning you around and pressing your chest against the wall he was just leaning back on

"it's your turn, baby - gonna fuck you right here, show this entire town who you fuckin' belong to"

makes good on that promise, his cock churning your insides as he hooks two fingers into your mouth to muffle your desperate moans

"look at you, getting stuffed from both ends," he laughs airily into your ear, his hot breath spilling down your neck, "makin' such a pretty picture for all these people to see, aren't you?"

after making you cum by rubbing a few tight circles on your clit, pulls out and paints your ass with his release

tugs your panties back over and shoves your skirt back down before walking you back to your place with his arm possessively wrapped around your waist, a confident smirk on his face the whole time and already thinking of all the other places in town that he could take you

daigo dojima ✫ petplay

the last thing daigo wants to be is an overly controlling lover, so he holds himself back from restraining you too much in any aspect of life if he can help it

but sometimes he can't help that he wants your every movement under his control

which is why sometimes he fantasizes about you with a belled collar around your neck, a leash connected to the front of it wrapped tightly around his hand

he secretly has a custom collar made exactly to fit your pretty neck with his name engraved on the tag, a cute little bell on it and a matching leash

if you're into it and he's feeling especially freaky he'll probably buy a plug with a cute jewel at the end to stuff your puckered hole with, too

he's a little hesitant to show the collar to you, unsure of how you're going to react

but when your eyes sparkle at the sight of it, he knows that his anxieties were unfounded

tilts your head up so gently as he clips the collar and leash around your neck, cooing about how adorable you look

gently tugs you along until he's sitting with his long legs lazily spread on an armchair - "get on all fours, pet"

feels his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you oh-so-cutely crawling towards him, petting your hair gently as you hold yourself up with your hands on his knees

"cute. now, i'm going to have you learn a few tricks to earn your reward"

makes you beg, call him 'master', shake your cute hips - he's hypnotized by the way you so obediently follow every one of his commands

if you slip up and make a mistake or start acting a little bratty, he tugs at the leash and coldly tells you to try again

when he's finally satisfied that you're well-trained, he'll reach down to unzip his fly, his stiffened cock springing free from his boxers

"that's a good pet. now, take your reward"

a shuddered gasp leaves him as you learn forward to give his reddened tip a few kitten licks, his hips bucking up to chase your tongue

continues to stroke your hair lovingly as you take him entirely in your mouth, his balls drawing up into him when he spills his hot seed down your throat

tugs you up and into his lap by the leash, sitting you down on his cock and firmly thrusting up into you

"so good, pet, taking my cock so well - cum whenever you want, you earned it"

mentally notes to get himself a clicker for next time, determined to train you until you're completely, utterly obedient to him

ryuji goda ✫ letting him choke you

it's no secret that ryuji's a rough lover - if he hasn't fucked you hard enough to make you unable to walk the next day, he doesn't feel like he's done it right

but even he has standards, and he knows that suddenly choking you during sex without asking first is shitty

but you've started to pick up the signs that he wants to - holding you down with a hand so close to your throat but not on it, his fixation with marking your neck with hickeys, the way his grasp tightens on your arms or legs

he's got pretty huge hands, with thick calloused fingers and veins running up the back

so the mental image of it wrapped around your pretty little neck, your eyes brimming with tears as you grow more and more lightheaded - it's disgustingly arousing to ryuji, and unbeknownst to him, you as well

one night he's fucking you in missionary, your body folded like a pretzel just the way he likes it

he's holding you down with his hand splayed on your chest so his thrusts don't shift you too far up the bed when you decide that you really need that hand on your throat instead

his eyes flash with hunger as you weakly grab at his wrist, moving his hand up to your neck

the pace of his hips stutter, a satisfied growl rumbling in his chest as you guide his fingers to wrap around your throat

"oh, you dirty fuckin' whore," he laughs, his grip tightening and his fingers pressing right into those veins on the side of your throat that make you lightheaded

the pump of his cock into you gets rougher, his cock bullying into your walls hard enough to bruise as he holds you down by your neck

the sight of your eyes growing glassy as with his hand wrapped around your neck makes his cock throb inside of your slick walls, letting out an amused chuckle

"yeah, that's it - ya fuckin' like this? like getting fucked while i'm chokin' ya?"

from that point on, he makes a point to keep his palm firmly wrapped around your throat during sex, even if he doesn't squeeze

bonus points if you're able to withstand it long enough that his fingers leave bruises or red marks on your skin - his ego will be so huge that it'll take weeks for him to come back to his regularly inflated ego

[sunnywrites2]

Hi! I saw you asked for some requests and I hope this is ok :)

Could we maybe get some sephiroth x reader reverse comfort headcanons?

Of course!!!

You can immediately tell when something is terribly wrong. Sephiroth isn’t in any of his normal spots, nor with his friends. His schedule is supposed to be clear of any missions so obviously you’re confused and worried.

Then you find out he had a visit to the labs scheduled for today. Although he hasn’t told you much you’ve seen the way he acts in those cold sterile halls, he’s always different after too.

You find him eventually, leaving the labs just as you go to enter them, he isn’t wearing his coat, instead just having it sit on his shoulders. He doesn’t even look down to acknowledge your presence, his eyes looking straight ahead past you. He looks robotic, stiff and dissociating.

He only looks down at you when you call out to him, slit pupils dull. Sephiroth turns his head, looking away from you with his hair now covering his face. At first you’re stunned, what are you supposed to do? He looked almost sick, paler than usual and visibly sagging now that he’s seen you. Sephiroth turns back to you, pupils rounding out a bit.

“Can I…go to your quarters?”

He had been to your place before, but in this moment you could tell it wasn’t for any other reason than comfort. He just needs somewhere to hide away from the world, the world that sees him as a hero, a weapon, a monster.

It doesn’t take long for him to draw attention as you two make your way to your apartment. He’s still though, not looking at anyone and just walking ahead. You bring him up to your place, not caring much in the moment that rumors would surely spread about Sephiroth going home with you. As soon as he is out of the public eye he sags like a deflated balloon, so visibly tired and barely able to move beyond the entryway of your place. You don’t want to rush him though, or try to help him along with touch, the way he was clutching his coat over his shoulders gave the obvious impression that he didn’t want physical contact right now.

“Thank you.”

He walked over to your small worn down couch, slumping down into it. It was almost ironic to see such a big man on such a small couch, but in this moment it was more so sad. Sephiroth’s hair was damp with sweat and some mix of strong smelling chemicals, his entire body smelt like the same sterile environment he’d just left.

You stand by the couch, watching over him and studying his more exhausted appearance in your home. His leg keeps twitching, boot tapping softly against the floor and filling the space with the rhythmic sound of thumping. Sephiroth was clearly still disoriented so you knelt down in front of him, a comfortable distance away. You speak to him quietly asking him what he needs, how he was feeling.

“I just need time…I’m sorry you have to see me in such a pathetic state.”

He sounded defeated, eyes finally focusing on you. It was hard to imagine, the demon of Wutai, the legendary war hero, sat here in your little apartment thinking he was pathetic for having needs and feelings.

You spoke to him, for the rest of the day and well into the night. After a few hours he loosened up, pupils round and eyes gaining some of their light back. He didn’t want touch, or pity, he just wanted a safe place to feel, to be emotionally vulnerable for once. He was always so strong, so stoic, yet so childish once you got to know him.

He fell asleep on your couch that night, curled up like a cat, buried underneath his long hair. You sat there with him all night, he needed you in that moment, so you would be there.

The next day he had apologized once again and left your apartment, seeming back to his usual emotionless demeanor. He never brought it up nor did he ever say what happened to make him need comfort. You didn’t pry, besides you had a feeling the answer would be too much for you. From what you did know about Hojo and the labs you were sure he must have been…scared. Now that you think about it that was the best word to describe how he acted that day: scared. Of the professor, of himself, his emotions, and the world around him.

End notes: Ughhhgua writing this on three hours of sleep was tough but rewarding, I love Sephiroth and I love writing him. I may be a gooner but I am a gooner with literacy comprehension skills.

[moonchild701]

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Hoarded Treasure

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Summary: For safety, you end up in a dragon's cave. Will he let you out now though?

Pairing: Dragon Dabi/ Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: SFW(?), Being chased, Blood & Murder (side characters, not you), Kidnapping kinda, Technically Pre Slash

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween. This was the last prompt itself, so one more to go!

Prompt: Dragon & Gone Missing

Enjoy!💖

My Masterlist

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Your breath puffs out in front of you as you run deep in the mountains.

You were on your way back home to the palace when your carriage was attacked by bandits. They looted everything and killed everyone else while you and your personal guard escaped, though he soon joined the dead while protecting you.

So now, you run for your life, because death is nipping at your heels.

You can still hear them in the distance, gradually getting closer, and you know you don't have much more time.

The night is cold, and the only light provided is from the shining full moon.

The moonlight allows you to vaguely identify a cave laying at the top of the mountain.

Anything can be in that cave, from wild animals to the feared dragon, that has been terrorizing the country for centuries, you know to live in these woods, but anything may be better than being captured by those men.

You skid to a halt as the massive cave entrance looms in front of you, yawning open like the maw of a beast. You take a second to catch your breath, head swiveling around, looking out for the criminals, or any better options, before making your way into the cave.

The entrance is cold, the walls even more so, illuminated slightly by the moon. But as you move in deeper, it isn't long until the moonlight fades, and the air around you warms, beginning to smell strongly of earth and smoke and ash.

With no source of light, you guide yourself forward with your hands along the warming walls. Your footsteps, even as soft as you try to make them, seem loud in the silent cave, but not enough to cover the sounds of something grating against stone.

You just hope it's not the men chasing you.

Even as deep within the cave as you are by now, there seems to be light reflecting along the walls not too far in front of you.

You don't know whether or not that's a good thing, but you have no choice but to go forward.

As you approach where you see the reflections, you feel the texture of the wall change. Where it was once rough stone, it is now smoothe and warm, much warmer than before, with the texture of marble; the obsidian walls shimmering with an iridescent sheen.

But then the wall itself moves.

As you creep closer, squintimg, you gasp as you realize that they're scales, moving past the tunnel you're in.

And you accept that your luck is truly horrible, because you ran from monsters disguised as men, only to run straight into a monster without that mask.

The creature slithering by can be none other than the dragon.

You can only stare in horror as the beast stills, realizing far too late that your gasp of surprise was far too loud, and the dragon is now aware of your presence.

You stagger back on weak legs as it begins to move again, faster now, turning around in a circle.

Eyes wide, you watch as the dragon turns to face you. The black scales shimmer like an oil slick, the jaw and down the entire torso, is a dark purple. The same pigmentation is beneath its blue eyes, the swirls of azure like gems with the way they shine, like flames with the way they burn into your very soul; the already slitted pupils turning to mere pins as its gaze locks onto you.

But with its head alone twice the size of your body, it can't easily crawl inside the tunnel you're in, though that brings very little comfort. It huffs out a plume of smoke, making you tremble, and then its form warps, twisting and shrinking until—

The smoke dissipates, leaving the tunnel clear to show the walls behind where the dragon once stood to be lined with torches, illuminating the area.

A man stands in the dragon's place, stalking closer as you stare in fear and confusion. The man is tall, easily a foot or two taller than you, broad and strong and entirely naked. Hair the same colour of the dragon's scales, falls artfully above the piercing turquoise of his eyes. Horns curl up from his hairline, the exact same colour and shape as the dragon's had been, and large learthery wings flutter at his back. Everything about him is large, from his broad shoulders, to his muscles, to the thick bulge between his legs.

Heavy bootfalls and clanging snap you out of it. You look back to where you came from, seeing the grinning group of men sauntering your way.

Though, with their focus on you, they don't see the dragon...man....creature in front of you, still looking at you with a hot intensity, his head cocking to the side at the new sounds.

You scramble to your feet, absolutely deciding that the creature is the better option and shuffling closer to it.

"Aww, the lil princess is an awful far bit from home, yeah? How 'bout we have some fun?" He steps forward.

A deep growl stops him in his tracks, freezing his blood.

Finally taking notice of the creature, they shift into defensive stances, swords raised.

The creature's steps are slow as he snarls at them, hands curling into claws; sharp talon like black nails glinting in the low light.

One man, the leader, barely raises his sword to attack, before his throat is ripped open with a slash, blood spraying.

He falls with a heavy thud.

You slap you hand over your mouth and swallow a scream at the swift death before you, not wanting to draw attention, because you don't know if you're safe from the same fate.

Yells of anger bounce off of the walls as the four other men charge to avenge their leader, only to be met with the same fate or worse.

You clench your eyes and jaw, and cover your ears, not wanting to witness the carnage, even as you can't help but feel relieved.

Because whatever the creature decides to do to you, you doubt it can be worse than what those men were planning.

As the last scream dies off in a wet gurgle, you slowly peel your eyes open.

You glance up to see the haunting image of his back to you, wings and tail flapping and swaying lightly, glittering in the low light, as he brings his bloody hand to his face, licking a stripe up his arm to collect a trickle of it.

A whimper escapes you at that, which draws his attention to you again and he begins to approach you.

You stumble back, raising your hand in a futile attempt to keep him back, and the dragon simply grabs your wrist in a firm but surprisingly painless grip, though it's claws do press dangerously close against your skin.

His expression is eerily blank as he moves your hand out of the way as he gets closer, and cold dread settles heavy in your gut, because oh, you're going to die.

At least this way, your dignity may stay intact.

The dragon grips your chin, tugging you forward, sharp claws digging into your jaw as he tilts your face to examine you. Fear paralyzes you, and you can only whimper quietly as the dragon peers at you.

You don't doubt that he's deciding how best to kill you. You tear up at the idea, realizing you never got to say your goodbyes, with no one to know where you are. This is so far off from your path, they'd all think you just vanished.

The dragon rumbles lowly, his expression morphing into something like satisfaction, and he begins to drag you deeper into the cave system. You scream and thrash and punch at him as hard as you can, but with your pathetic human strength, doubly so when tired, the dragon doesn't even seem mildly inconvenienced.

You go limp with defeat and begin to cry, accepting your fate. You didn't think you would actually run into the dragon in the first place, and now you have no choice but to pay for your stupidity. The only bright side of all of this is that you hadn't fallen into the hands of those men. You just know it would be much worse.

You stumble in surprise as, after several winding hallways, the dragon brings you into a part of the cave almost the size of a castle. It looks like the inside of one too, with staircases and walkways and rooms carved into the walls, illuminated by massive hearths around the room.

But most impressive is the sheer amount of gold.

The whole room is filled to the ceiling with treasures of all sorts, from golden cups and jewelry and polished weapons, to books and bolts of expensive fabric, of luxurious silks to sheepskin, not to mention the piles of currency and gemstones stacked like hills in the corner to your left.

The resulting evidence of hundreds of years of pillaging is intimidating to say the least.

The dragon sets you down in one of the dips of that sea of gold and begins rifling through the treasure. You immediately make a frankly pitiful attempt to run, but he grabs you and slams you back down with one hand, without even looking.

You stay still after that.

Watching as he paws through his treasures, you sit anxious and confused, because surely he wouldn't need some specific weapon to kill you when he himself is a weapon, but then he starts holding up gems, pieces of jewelry, and scraps of fabric to you before huffing and tossing them aside again.

You squeak as he abruptly tears off your dress as if it's parchment, and flush as all you're left in are your undergarments, all while he ignores your weak protests entirely.

The dragon takes a moment to examine your body, clawed hands trailing over your skin as you shake with fear. Then he purrs lowly, a pleased sort of sound, and moves to grab a bolt of sleek black fabric, embroidered with blue flowers almost exactly the colour of his eyes stretching up like flames.

He slices a length of the fabric with a careful claw, before beginning to drape it over you. You sit nervous and still as the dragon fusses over the fall of the fabric, pinning it in place with elaborate gold brooches.

When he's done with that, the dragon's hands flit over you as he covers you in necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, a gleaming crown, delicate chains draping over your shoulders and around your waist, before finishing of with a pair of dangling earrings.

And you don't understand.

Dragons are famously possessive of their hoards, after all. You should've been killed for even looking at this gold.

But, no, the dragon takes one last look at you, purrs in satisfaction and scoops you up again, before carrying you deeper into the sea of gold, coins scattering and pinging beneath his clawed feet, and then sets you down on a massive, elegantly carved throne.

The symbols carved into it tells you it's the very same one that had been stolen from the palace a hundred years ago which is jarring.

The dragon arranges your limbs into a casual, sprawled-out position, leaving you feeling uncomfortably like a doll as he stands back to examine you. He purrs so loudly it vibrates across the ground and through your body, then sits down abruptly and just… stares at you.

It takes several minutes of awkwardly sitting there, the dragon rumbling warningly every time you shift, for you to realize something.

You've been added to his hoard.

It seems absurd, as a living person and not a piece of gold, but… compared to a dragon, what is a human?

Nothing more than food or a piece of art to be admired.

And it burned to think that you don't even register as an animal to the dragon, to be slaughtered and eaten, but just some shiny coin to be added to his collection.

A pretty painting to display and admire.

And yet.

In a sort of odd way, it is somewhat....flattering....to think that something like a dragon, majestic and otherworldly as it is, near godly..... finds you pretty and precious enough to keep in his hoard.

Certainly, no human had ever thought about you like that, even as a princess. In some ways, yes, a pretty object to have and display.

But the sheer admiration, near reverence held within the beasts gaze?

It is almost intoxicating.

.....Though......

"Are you going to keep me here until I starve to death?" You whisper.

The dragon only blinks at you, probably not even understanding you.

You sigh, curling up on the plush throne, ignoring the way your heart lurches when the dragon growls at you for it, and rests your cheek on the arm of the chair as you try to get comfortable.

As an afterthought, not wanting to antagonize the dragon too much, you let your back fall into a smooth arc as the fabric slides up your thighs, which seems to appease the dragon, as he sits back with a pleased huff.

You lay there for a long time, trying to think about anything but the way the dragon stares at you.

Perhaps when it leaves to hunt, you could sneak out, or find some weapon to stab it with while it slept…. But eventually, the exertion and emotions of the day catches up with you. With nothing else to do, you fall asleep under the dragon's watchful eye.

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Perhaps if you hadn't fallen asleep, you might've seen the almost sinister smile that stretched across the beasts face.

Perhaps if you saw such a thing, you wouldn't have let your guard down.

Perhaps you might've had a chance at escaping his grasp.

But no, now that such a pretty piece has been added to his collection, he refuses to let another lay their eyes on you.

His newest piece of treasure, all for him.

No, no one else.

No one.

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In the months to come, people would scoure the lands for their beloved princess. Lost on her way home, no evidence of where she could be. All that was left was her carriage surrounded by the corpses of her guard.

In the years to come, the people of your nation, your family and friends, mourn the loss of their princess, for she was never seen again.

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[loquaciousquark]

I just saw a close-up of githyanki eyes which reminded me: I am very curious about the shape of their pupils! It is almost certainly, like other aspects of gith biology, a deliberate design choice on the part of the illithids, so what were they designing for? What does that shape do? What does the world look like to a gith?

I actually had to do a little research for this, but I imagine it's because the illithids wanted to aim for the pupil design of ambush predators, like small cats.

Human eyes, which have round pupils, on average have a difference of non-dilated-to-dilated state of about 15x. That is, when you're fully dilated (such as being in a dark room), your eyes let in about 15x normal lighting. This allows for decent night vision after several minutes of adaptation.

When ambush predators like household cats dilate, though, they use much stronger dilator muscles to dilate about 135x their natural resting pupil state, which lets in a hugely increased amount of light. (This is also why watching cats' eyes fully dilate is typically much more dramatic and interesting than watching humans' eyes dilate.) This gives them huge advantages in dark and crepuscular conditions when hunting prey.

Secondly, human eyes (with round pupils) have pretty variable resting sizes; some people's pupils may hang out at 6-7mm even in the light, while others rest at a 1mm pinhole. People with naturally tiny resting pupils have much deeper depth of focus, meaning they have a larger depth range of things appearing clear compared to others. While great for reading text or looking at a phone, that's not as useful as a shallower depth of focus would be while hunting small, fast-moving animals. In that case, a hunter with larger pupils could use the blur depth to more precisely identify distances to their prey.

Cats' vertically slit pupils, on the other hand, provide the max bonuses possible from both stereopsis and blur depth in both bright and dark, which helps them identify exactly how far away a small target like a mouse might be, even low to the ground. Even in dim conditions where they might be partially dilated, they'll still get some blur information that humans wouldn't, which evolutionarily would help them hunt better with less effort.

(Curiously, less stealthy & less small cat hunters like lions and tigers have round pupils, which implies that overall size & lowness to the ground does come into play here.)

Basically, I think they were going for this ambush predator evolutionary advantage. Practically speaking, that also means every time Lae'zel gets excited or woken up from sleep, her eyes should have been completely black, fully dilated pits. Forget about Avernus; someone make this mod instead!

(Banks, M. S., Sprague, W. W., Schmoll, J., Parnell, J. A., & Love, G. D. (2015). Why do animal eyes have pupils of different shapes?. Science advances, 1(7), e1500391.)

[dullgecko]

omfg you can't stop there with the neck-touching story, i'm so invested. the aftermath, i beg of you. did riz isolate himself/hide from his friends in shame after the fact? how did fabian react? did he blame riz? blame himself? were the bad kids able to coax riz back into the party after his self-imposed isolation?

Fabian had been completely blindsided by the sudden attack. Not literally, thank Cas, Rizs hands were small enough that he'd only torn up the half elfs cheek with his claws before stopping. As it was Fabian had felt him hit bone and had flinched away to cradle the sudden ragged hole in his cheek while the rogue hissed and put distance between them.

He felt Kristen's magic cut through the white hot pain after only a second. Flesh knitting back together in an instant and leaving no trace of the attack save for the heat on his skin and the blood in his mouth. He spat what was remaining onto the ground to join the pool of blood that had spilled there, turning his head when Kristen touched his face to let her check she hadn't missed anything.

"What the fuck The Ball. Claws are taking it a little far don't you think?" The half elf pushed himself to sit upright rather than remaining in his hunched position. His brief spike of anger at the attack fading when he noticed their rogue was gone.

"The Ball? Did anyone see where he went?"

There had been a quick search, each of them splitting up to go check his usual hiding spots in the house before reconvening in the living room. Adaine crouching to clean the blood off the carpet while Fig pulled out her crystal to see if they could find any clues.

She'd been recording while Fabian and Riz tousled on the floor, her cystal propped up on a side table as the teifling cheering Riz on. Whooping when he 'pinned' Fabian to the ground and settled into a cross legged position on his chest in victory. He had clearly been having fun, ears high and alert and tail flicking in a way they knew meant 'happy' as he mock clawed at Fabians face. He had his fingers curled in such a way that he was only batting their fighter in the face with his knuckles though so Fig was confused as to how Riz had clawed the half elf.

It had all happened so quickly that she'd assumed that Riz clawed him first THEN Fabian pinned him to the floor. The video showed otherwise though. Their rogue laughing even as their positions were flipped RIGHT up until the point Fabians completed the pin with his hand around the goblins throat.

The flip from smiling to terror had been almost instant, the video clear enough that they could see his pupils contract to slits even as he full force raked his claws across Fabians face. The goblin scrambling out of the cameras field of view when he was released. Thankfully they had still been recording even as everyone lept to check on Fabian where he was groaning on the floor. They could very audibly hear the front door slamming shut while Kristen was healing Fabian in the footage.

"Fuck dude did you kneel on his tail or something? I think you really hurt him."

Fabian shook his head, eye going wide as he watched the footage over Figs shoulder. A yawning pit of guilt opening in his stomach as she rewound it a few time to watch again and try and work out why Riz had flipped out. If he was hurt they needed to help him but he tended to hide injuries up until the point he couldn't function and they forced help on him.

"We need to go find him."

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Riz was in such a panic that he didn't have a plan beyond 'put distance between me and everyone else as fast as possible'. The door slammed shut behind him and he briefly contemplated booking it down the driveway but The Hangman was chasing pigeons about halfway down and Riz had just attacked its master.

He went right instead, rounding the side of the house to cut through the cemetery and find somewhere to hide. He'd never done something like this before and he was terrified. Both of himself because he couldn't remember the attack AND of the consequences.

Sure he'd nipped and scratched his friends before but he very rarely drew blood, and even then it was only usually a pinprick. He obviously hadn't held back this time, the evidence drying on his claws and face from where it had dripped on him before he scrambled free.

What would they think of him now? That he was as dangerous and violent as what people always said goblins were? Would they deal with him the same way they usually dealt with people that attacked them? He'd fled the house completely unarmed and he didnt even grab his briefcase before leaving. Hell, without his sword he didn't even have an advantage when hiding right now.

Riz stopped in the middle of the cemetery, crouching behind a large headstone just off the path so he could hide and collect his thoughts. The goblin whining as he tried to wipe the blood off his hand onto the grass but found that the vast majority of it had dried and wasn't coming free.

He realised he hadn't picked the best hiding spot but he couldn't muster the energy to care. Riz curling into a smaller ball and pressing his face against his knees, arms and tail alike looping around his ankles as he tried very hard to pretend he didn't exist anymore. So what if they found him, maybe he deserved whatever punishment they saw fit.

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Riz wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting outside whe he heard the first footsteps approaching. He'd let himself retreat fully into his own mind as he tried to work out what exactly had happened and kept coming up empty. The rogue didn't even move when his crystal started ringing in his pocket, Fabian obviously trying to call him since he was the only person not set to mute.

Riz shifted to cover his head with his arms when the footsteps rapidly got closer, hoping to at least protect what he could if they were mad even if he didn't make an effort to run. The last time he clawed someone like this was in middle school and he'd spent weeks hiding the broken ribs from his mom after the kids friends had gotten their shots in.

"I've found him." He heard Fabian shout, though the sound was muffled with his arms shielding his head. The goblin whining and trying to curl up more when he felt hands gently try to pry his arms away.

"Riz? Fuck. Are you okay? I'm sorry. Hey..."

Riz relaxed slightly when the expected blows didn't come, letting the fighter untangle his arms and gently inspect his hand because it was still covered in dry blood. He did yank his tail away from his hand when he tried to inspect it as well though, tucking it up behind himself out of grabbing range and hissing into his own knees.

"Can you look at me? Are you hurt?"

Fabian still had a grip on both of his hands, thumbs pressing into his palms as he kneaded at the soft tissue there. Riz let him continue for a few more seconds before withdrawing his hands from his grip and wrapping them around his chest. Lifting his head to peek at the fighters concerned face which he was relieved was all in one piece.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." Riz said quietly, dipping his ears back in show of contrition.

"What happened was you clawed the shit out of me." Fabian scoffed, reaching forwards to coax Riz to sit up further so he could see his face properly, the half-elf licking his thumb to try and get some of the dried blood off the goblins cheek. The act making Riz screw his face up in a way that made Fabian laugh. "I think it was my fault though. I apologise."

"What? No I attacked you I'm-" He froze, claws digging into his vest as the half elfs hand hovered close to his throat. Fabian making a face as if he'd just made a point before withdrawing carefully.

"No I'm quite sure it was my fault." Fabian shifted to sit next to the rogue instead, bringing a knee up to rest his arm on as he looked out over the cemetary. "Fig was filming and I can tell when someone gets triggered. My father used to get the same way sometimes... Do you think you're up to coming back inside?"

Riz shook his head, leaning forwards to hide his face against his knees again and sighing loudly. Leaning against Fabians side when his friend draped his arm over him and pulled him in to sit a little closer.

"Alright. I'll stay out here with you for a while then."

[sauron-kraut]

Summary: Ar-Pharazôn comes to visit at night and finds Mairon in a vulnerable position.

Woke up in the mood for some more Mairon/Ar-Pharazôn, and in this one Mairon is once again not having a great time. After posting some pieces in which he has more agency I needed him miserable again, apparently.

Pairing: Mairon x Ar-Pharazôn

Words: 733

Warnings: non-consensual voyeurism, non-consensual touching

As always: If you like this little piece, comments on AO3 are appreciated! 🖤

Not beta read!

Find it here under the cut.

on granting things

On his bare feet, Ar-Pharazôn traverses the dark corridor. His steps are taking him to Zigûr’s quarters. Giddy anticipation holds his body in a tight embrace.  When he comes closer to his advisor’s chambers, Ar-Pharazôn finds the door to his private quarters ajar; he can see it from a distance; a narrow ray of flickering light shyly licking at the cold black tiles. Ar-Pharazôn slows his steps, approaches cautiously, quietly. A small strangled sound from Zigûr’s room. Ar-Pharazôn’s eyes widen and curiosity takes hold of him. Is the Maia in pain?

Ar-Pharazôn reaches the door. It has opened just wide enough for him to peek inside. Occasional carelessness. He allows Zigûr no locks. When he leans against the wall and casts up his eyes, Ar-Pharazôn has to hold back a gasp. On the soft bed the Maia lies, the bed that Ar-Pharazôn has granted him, a soft bed for soft skin and soft hair, and arches his back. A goblet with red wine sits on his nightstand. Zigûr lies sprawled across the sheets and pillows, his luscious red locks in slight disarray framing him like a broken halo. A pink hue has formed on his cheeks, his eyes are closed, his elegant brows knit and lips parted, just a bit, revealing slightly too sharp canines. The black lounging robe the Maia is wearing, adorned with colourful embroidery, has fallen half-open, exposing his pale-golden chest. One of his hands clutches a green blanket, the other moves in a steady rhythm between his legs. It makes his golden bracelets tinkle.

Hopeless hunger surges through Ar-Pharazôn. Jealousy.

A sigh tumbles from Zigûr’s lips like a promise. Ar-Pharazôn watches his chest rise and fall, transfixed with one nipple. Why does he breathe? Why does his red heart beat? He’s a creature; Ar-Pharazôn reminds himself of it, a beast cloaked in divinity, and yet, the Maia lies there, and does what all men do. Ar-Pharazôn cups his own hardness through his breeches. Zigûr has lifted an elegant hand to his mouth, lets some spit dribble onto his palm, before he resumes the now more frantic motions between his thighs. No, this is not right, his pleasure is Ar-Pharazôn’s to offer him. 

Ar-Pharazôn opens the door and steps inside.

The Maia on the bed jerks violently at the sudden noise, golden eyes fly open and betray confusion. He scrambles back against the headboard, fumbles with his robe.  Ar-Pharazôn sits beside him and smiles. “There is no need to cover yourself. I know what you look like,” he says. Zigûr sits unmoved, still only breathing heavily, leaning against the headboard and a pile of pillows, half upright, half-lying on his side, a certain feline grace in his posture even now. Ar-Pharazôn shifts closer and grasps both of the Maia’s wrists. To soothe him. He smells of arousal and saliva. A hint of sandalwood. Ar-Pharazôn studies his noble features. Zigûr’s lower lip is trembling. Beneath thick lashes, his eyes with the slit pupils and their fiery iris glisten with faint wetness. They swim with wrath. Fascinating. A wounded deer, a lion cornered.

Ar-Pharazôn lets go of his wrists, cups his cheek, rubs it, squeezes it, traces that lip, so soft beneath his thumb. Zigûr swallows, then speaks: “What brought you here at this late hour, king?” Wine on his breath. “Nothing but you,” Ar-Pharazôn says, then adds “You are so beautiful, Mairon, do you know?” He continues to stroke his cheek. A faint smile forms on Zigûr’s lips. “I am aware.” He takes Ar-Pharazôn’s hand in his, removes it from his cheek and gently places it in his lap, his own still clasped over his fingers. 

Ar-Pharazôn moves to lean in, moves behind Zigûr, thigh to thigh, hand firmly on his upper arm, then gliding down his side.  “Tell me, who do you think of when you pleasure yourself? What do you imagine when you do it?” Ar-Pharazôn whispers. He receives no answer. “Let me help you find your release. You were close, I can tell,” Ar-Pharazôn murmurs in his ear, and the heat spreading in his lower body and the Maia’s beauty, that damned beauty that is all angel and all whore, makes it impossible not to press himself up against him. 

The wretched thing shakes his golden head, a small, quiet gesture in Ar-Pharazôn’s arms. Helpless rage wells up in him.

Ar-Pharazôn wrenches the hem of Zigûr’s robe aside.