#he’s barely kissed another monster let alone a human

[with-my-calamitous-love]

saved this for valentines day because i am so astronomically down bad for this man. anyway bodyguard! chuuya 🤍🫧❄️ gn! on the first section, nsfw f! below the divider 💌

bodyguard! chuuya, who born to do this job. who is a natural protector, who can be both rough and affectionate, fiercely loyal even to a fault, even if it seals his fate. but even statues crumble if they're made to break.

bodyguard! chuuya, who has lost everything that he's ever cared about. who is sure it's a curse- that whatever comes close to his heart is sent to fall into ruins, a product of gravity. he knows that he should have faith, but finds himself questioning the universe, if he's simply destined to be alone. who contemplates even getting close to you on this job, if he'll only end up more alone.

bodyguard! chuuya, who has the powers of a god that he didn't ask for. who sometimes wakes up in a cold sweat, dreary eyes picturing glowing red marks up and down his skin, weaving around his limbs, a monstrous form he's scared of bringing to late. who sometimes feels that his desire to be human are like the last drops of an ink pen- something that isn't going to work.

bodyguard! chuuya, who isn't sure if he should open up to you, who knows that the most singing pains of the heart come from stabs while vulnerable. who knows that by admitting his faults, he opens himself up to betrayal- the one thing he hates most in the world. who learns from you that to be hurt is to be human, and that his pain is a symbol of that humanity.

bodyguard! chuuya, who barely catches himself falling for you. who starts out his task as a simple mission- protect you, and nothing more. who fails to see you cracking the locks in his chest, crashing into you like a head on collision. who falls so hard and so fast, his feelings appear to him as a paradox. he's lost everyone, and the universe is giving him another chance to protect them.

bodyguard! chuuya, who you share a vow with, one that you'll both uphold. his is to protect you, to throw himself in front of flames and bullets to keep a smile on your face. where yours is to imagine things that haven't happened yet, keeping him grounded, teaching him that it's okay to love. that he may be dangerous, or deemed wicked, or a monster, but that you don't care. that you see him for him, and thats enough for you.

bodyguard! chuuya, who does so much more than protect you from physical threats. who holds your hand during panic attacks, stroking your hair and letting you breathe with him. who holds your hair back when you throw up, and carries you back to bed. who will kiss your hand and hug you when you need someone, when you need him. who sometimes struggles to keep his longings locked, knowing he needs to protect you, and wonders if that means protecting you from him- from the monster he knows he can be.

bodyguard! chuuya, who melts in your touch, never crossing the line, never wanting to make you uncomfortable or unsafe. who, even after learning you feel the same, hesitates. he isn't supposed to love, or care. everyone who has ever come close to him has ended up leaving. who learns that you have a funny way of surprising him, of assuring him that if this isn't forever, it'll be for as long as it lasts. a star that burns out is shines brighter than infinite darkness. given the choice between forever with someone or a night with chuuya? the choice is obvious.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.*

bodyguard! chuuya, who is a passionate lover. who indulges in messy kisses, setting your bedsheets ablaze with every touch. who will slowly undress you, pulling down the fabric, unlacing and undoing whatever he needs. who sees more and more skin as just more area he gets to lavish and love, gazing at every part of you- from the tip of your nose to the very depths of your soul- with nothing short of perfect adoration.

bodyguard! chuuya, who talks you through it. who asks if you like this position or if his fingers feel good. who looks up at you while he goes down on you, lips wrapped around your clit, fingers angled just right, and asks if you feel good- as if you haven't been bawling his name.

bodyguard! who does it slow and passionate. making sure his cock reaches in at your deepest parts, savoring how your pussy clamps down on him. who will take your wrists and pin them on either side of your head, forehead against yours, moaning in unison with you while he drags in and out so slow its agonizingly pleasurable. who draws out your orgasms for as long as possible, rubbing circles on your clit, kissing your tits, licking your body until you're on fire.

bodyguard! chuuya, who can just as easily be an asshole in bed. who flips you around and tosses you into positions until you find one you like. who is always open to experimentation- seeing what pet names you like, how long you can go, if you like getting worshipped or punished. who doesn't stop until your gushing, melting in pleasure or getting pounded into the sheets.

bodyguard! who grits his teeth in pleasure when he takes you from the back, feeling you wrapped around his cock like a warm, wet, vice. who lets you adjust for however long you need to, sensing your impatience and desperation to feel him deep. who holds your hands behind your back, leaning down, telling you how good you're doing before fucking you into oblivion.

bodyguard! chuuya, whose idea of a date is seeing how many times he can creampie you until you're thoroughly wrecked. who takes it like a challenge, pushing your thighs up to your chest, burying himself deep, finding the right angle before stuffing you full of his seed. who sees your teary eyes, mouth stuck in an O shape and hoarse throat, he knows he's doing something right. who, after about the 3rd or 4th time he's gotten you cumming (he's lost tracked) finally stops bullying orgasms out of you and lays you down on the bed.

bodyguard! chuuya, who has found something worth protecting, laying next to you, pulling your body close to his. whispers that he'll pick up where he left off in the morning, before kissing you goodnight. <3

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

👉👈 May I have a smooch from Raz?

He seems shocked at your request, followed by a look of confidence as if to say “of course you want to kiss me, look at me” or at least that’s what you think he’d say if you could read his mind at least.

His stance however, once you really look at him, betrays his facade. His left platform boot begins to tap nervously as he bounces his leg in place, and a skeletal hand picks at the bedazzled jewels at the cuff of his leather biker jacket. He’s nervous.

When you bend down, his face grows ever red, and looks all around your face, then your eyes, then your lips.

His kiss is featherlight. Barely touching your lips, it almost tickles the way his teeth graze your lips, his magic making your lips feel like they’re buzzing. He pulls back for a moment, looking at you again. “Nothing short of perfection I assume?” He puffs up his chest and smirks, but it’s a little wobbly and his eyelights are now little…red… hearts ❤️

[slightly-knot-insane]

A Little Bit Rusty [ part 3 ]

Monstertober 2024 - day 25 [ Oviposition ] by /@ozzgin

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

a/n: let's restart the monstertober, shall we? this is part 3, and here you can read [ part 1 ] and [ part 2 ] content: egg insertion, creampie, breeding, belly bulge, praising, pregnancy (?)

Ever since that little tryst inside the closet, your little 'situationship' stagnated. Not that you wanted that. But your mentor has been sending you some weird signals. The fact that he is a monster didn't help at all. He could definitely blush and strong emotions were recognizable on his scaly skin. But some subtle feelings like amusement, irritation, content very hard to catch. He truly seems interested in you, watching you often and eyeing you with his pupils dilated. You swear you even saw him lick his lips seductively (or was he just hungry?).

On the other hand, he has avoided staying alone in a room with you. As long as topics were professional, you could communicate, but as soon as you would try to talk about something private, he would blush and excuse himself to some 'very important business'. Bull shite.

Very soon you completely lost your patience, so one day, you wait the end of your shift and corner him. "I like you!" you almost shout as you bang your hand at the wall next to his head. He seems quite terrified. Maybe this wasn't the right approach? "Sorry, but yes, I do. And I think you like me? In any case, I would like to talk about us."

He is silent for a while, staring at your face in, what seems like disbelief or shock. "Lets go to my office, then."

As a perfect gentleman he is, he lets you enter first and closes the door behind you. You have only enough time to gasp before he pushes you against his desk and lifts you on the wooden surface. He kisses your neck, scraping his teeth against your skin while his bony hands knead your thighs. "I apologize," he growls. "I didn't want to be pushy. I thought you needed time to think... But I was thinking about you all the time... Imagining us again and again, over and over..."

"You..." Your breath hitches once his hand glides down your skirt and into your panties. "You said we're done thinking. I thought you truly meant that."

He takes a step back, stopping the kissing. "Shit, I did say that, didn't I? But we're coworkers and you're a young human and I thought... maybe... you would change your mind."

You pull him back onto yourself and press your palm against his hard cock hidden under neatly ironed pair of pants. "I am your coworker. I'm young. I'm a human. But I'm also very into you and want to fuck your brains out over and over again."

The growl he lets out was almost frightening. He pushes you down on his desk, his teeth bared. "Nggg..." He can barely talk, his tongue getting stuck and twisting around the human language. "I want to fuck you right here but... I also want... I've been thinking..." His expression changes to a weird one. He moves away from your, apprehensively rubbing his forehead. What a sudden change of mood. "Let's go to my place... I want to ask you something...

* * *

You expected many things - a BDSM dungeon, a collection of dildoes, costumes, maybe even another monster partner- but you didn't expect three eggs.

"Ever since that night, I've been thinking about you and how incredible you are. I would be so honored if you would carry them for me for three months. I never wanted an artificial uterus." He finally notices your flabbergasted expression. "What? I'm sorry, are you okay?"

It takes a glass of water, a glass of wine and a cookie to recover you. You two have a long chat and eventually reach an understanding. His species has had very short period of dating or courtship in general. Also, there are barely any members of his hybrid species left (and most of them are his relatives), so he had to go artificial even though he didn't want to. And then he met you and well... his breeding urges got a hold of him.

"I'm so so so sorry for overwhelming you. I've never dated a human and just... in the movies, it all happens so fast so I thought it was normal for you too."

All you can do is start laughing. Movies? This silly hybrid really doesn't have a clue about anything. Still, the idea sounds... good. Interesting, at least. Why not, after all?

You take his scaly hand in yours and guide it to your excited core. "Let's do this. YOLO, right?" You haven't nervously laughed like this since high school.

The shock on his face melts into gratefulness before sharpening his features into a very primal lust. He grabs your blouse and there is clear intent to rip it apart, but the polite part of him tames the wild side and he simply clumsily unbuttons it. You truly appreciate his affection and self control... at the moment.

"I need to prepare you," he says, smirking. His work suit is still on him but you're stark naked. Why do you suddenly feel so much hotter and exposed? And thrilled? He gently places you on a plush little armchair that reminds you of a bean bag, and spreads your legs. "First, lubrication," he explains and dives into your cunt.

His tongue is rough and bumpy, and it's too much for you at first. But his patient licks and flicks soon became a delightful sensation. He can't suck your clit, but he rubs it with his snout. He says he never dated human? Well, he probably watched porn and read some manuals because very quickly you're on verge of an orgasm.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I'll stop now. You are ready to cum - and fuck I want you to so much - but your orgasm will help eggs slide in, trust me."

You're panting and nodding, silently screaming to do whatever he wants quickly and give you the climax you need. He places the egg against your entrance and starts licking your clit again all while pushing the egg in and out. The slight stretching of the smooth eggshell and his rough tongue torturing your clit is completely different but so good.

"Such a good girl," he whispers, his burning eyes looking at your just above your pubes. "You're going to be so full of my eggs. You will carry my offspring for me."

The need builds up in you firing up your nerves with every lick and every stretch until you burst and scream. "Perfect," is all you hear him say as he pushes the first egg inside you.

"Oh my gah..." The egg slides inside your vagina, guided by your spasming muscles, until it nests against your warm womb. "So gah-good," you pant, shaking, and your mentor lovingly caresses your sweaty cheek.

"I'm so glad," he says. "There is more."

The second orgasm comes faster and the second egg slides easily too. "More," you pant still shaking. "This is so good. I feel them inside me. They feel so good."

Your mentor stands up and unbuttons his pants. You notice he's trembling too. "You're so beautiful like that. I can see them inside your stomach, all the beautiful curves. And they are mine. Fuck. I have to have you. I have to fill you."

He kneels in front of you and bites your nipple. His hard cock is rubbing against your anus, needy to enter a hole - any hole! - twitching impatiently. His cock glides against your moist cunt while he grunts into your chest. The next low moan is followed with his thrusting inside your core. Slow but intense. He is constantly cursing under his breath, groaning and grunting as he pounds your pussy. The pleasure erupts inside you and you gush around his cock, and he quickly pulls out. The last egg is inside you.

"Finally. Now I can fuck you all I want." He pushes your legs down with his shoulders and returns to your aching and pulsating hole fucking you and filling you with his seed until you're both exhausted. Before nesting behind you and holding you, he cleans you up and covers you with a blanket.

* * *

Things are a lot less awkward at work, in a way, even though you two can barely control yourselves. Sometimes you end up in storage rooms or offices, too impatient to wait for free time to properly fuck and cuddle. Your 'co-partner' is doting but also surprisingly virile - you have a lot of sleepless nights. You knew there was a proper shiny specimen hiding underneath all that rust.

You happily pat your belly and feel around the eggs. What will you do afterwards - who knows? You work in a museum and helping an extinct species come to life again is something any anthropologist dreams about. Future is just as exciting as the past.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Heartful Confessions

Summary: Logan confesses his feelings

Warnings: Fluff!

WC: 682

Read on Ao3!

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It was a quiet evening in the cabin, nestled deep within the forest. The glow from the fireplace cast a warm, golden hue on the rustic furniture. You sat on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, holding a mug of hot tea. Logan had gone out earlier, doing his usual brooding walk through the woods, but you knew he’d return soon. He always did.

The sound of the door creaking open caught your attention. Logan stepped in, his leather jacket still slightly damp from the evening dew. He gave you a gruff nod as he kicked off his boots, then went to the couch, sinking down beside you.

"Long walk?" you asked softly, resting your head on his shoulder. His warmth enveloped you immediately, and the familiar scent of pine and the faint hint of cigar smoke comforted you.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice gravelly. He gently took the mug from your hands, setting it on the coffee table. His rough hand came to rest on your knee, and he rubbed his thumb absently against your skin.

You let out a soft sigh, content to be there with him. With Logan, words weren’t always necessary. His presence alone calmed your mind and filled your heart with a sense of belonging.

But tonight, something felt different. Logan was quiet, even more so than usual, and though his hand was on your knee, his eyes were distant, lost in thought.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" you asked, lifting your head to look at him.

He let out a low grunt as if debating whether or not to answer. But then, after a beat, he finally spoke.

"I’ve lived a long time, darlin’," he began, his voice low. "Longer than anyone should. Seen a lot, done things I ain't proud of… Lost a lot of people along the way."

Your heart ached at his words. Logan carried the weight of his past like a heavy burden; sometimes, it seemed like it would crush him.

"But then you came along," he continued, his gaze finally meeting yours. His expression softened, the usual hardness in his eyes replaced with something tender, something you rarely saw.

You shifted closer to him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Logan…”

He caught your hand in his and held it to his chest. “You’re different. You don’t make me feel like I’m some kind of monster… You make me feel human. Like maybe, after all this time, I can still find a bit of peace.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Logan wasn’t one for grand declarations, and hearing him speak so openly sent a warmth flooding through your chest.

"You are my peace, Logan," you whispered, feeling the weight of your own emotions bubbling to the surface. "You're my home."

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all you could feel was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm.

“You’re my missing puzzle piece,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Didn’t think I’d ever find it… but here you are.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. Logan, with all his gruffness and rough edges, had finally opened up in a way you never expected.

“I love you,” you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion.

Logan’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer until his lips brushed against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, sweet, and full of everything he couldn’t say.

When he finally pulled back, his thumb gently wiped away a stray tear that had slipped down your cheek. "I love you too, darlin’. More than I ever thought I could love anyone."

You smiled through your tears, leaning into his touch as he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead. In that moment, in the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Logan’s arms, you knew you’d found your forever.

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tags!

EVERYTHING PERM: @nekoannie-chan @kjs-s @notyourtypicalrose @mistressofallthingsgeeky

MARVEL PERM: @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @late-to-the-party-81 @capsthot @kenzieam @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

LOGAN/WOLVERINE:  @winterslove1917

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

CONTENT WARNING: NSFW! Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dub-con/ Non-con, Smut, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Handjobs, bondage (kinda), monsterfucking (kinda?), Murder

Series (inspired by this drabble) / Archive of Our Own / Masterlist / DISCORD SERVER

in a world where humankind had begun to decline and monsters from hell had begun to crawl on the land, women were the most sought-after, collected upon birth and sold at auctions like treasures

what you had thought to be the last hope of humanity, were the very ones who forced you out of your safe place

in reality, you were just about to become a sex slave, present without a piece of clothing to the monsters of the auction

you found yourself bought by four powerful monsters and brought back to their house

but they didn't look like monsters, they barely looked like monsters, and they didn't act like those desperate and aggressive monsters you have always read on documentaries and news

on your first night, which you thought to be starting night when you become their fuck toy, you were left alone in a room, in the pretense of them giving you some time to adjust

it didn't last for another night

your back arched as a warm hand slid between you thighs, a groan echoing softly in your ears, and a warm breath fanned your neck

you tried to open your eyes, but merely managed to get a glance before a hand landed on your eyes, keeping them close

john mactavish, a incubus, parted your legs wide open and placed himself in between. Hand traveled beneath your shirt, finding itself a breast to play with, his calloused fingers massaged the sensitive bud

a moan escaped past your lips at the foreign feeling, trembling as his tongue made its way from your stomach to the band of your undergarment

but he did not bother to remove it and started to plant open-mouthed kisses until he found your folds, chuckling at the wet spot on the thin fabric, then dove down

you found your hand grasping on the sheets of the bed, the other on the demon's hair, as he sucked on your clit, till his tongue made its way to your opening, pushing in and pulling out, and getting drunk on your fluids through the fabric

you voiced out a beg for him to stop, but your words drowned in the middle of your moans, the lewd noises echoing in the room, and his groans, to the point your senses had became mushed you didn't notice the other three striding into the room

jonathan price, a dragon shape-shifter, who seemed to be the leader of their herd, heaved you away from mactavish, growling on your ear, leaving a long lick from your neck to the shell of your ear, hands quickly traveled down to your thighs, one going under to lift it up and the other slipping to your wet slit, pushing in a finger

the sudden intrusion made you jolt, and he did not bother letting you adjust as he started pumping in and out

you grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself, moans stopping the command of your mind to make him stop

so soon, even your noises had been stifled when kyle garrick, one whom you couldn't comprehend what kind of monster he was, grabbed you jaw and pulled to a sloppy kiss. Your teeth bumped with his occasionally and his tongue took the lead, hushing your cry as price planted his fangs on your shoulder and mactavish took one of your breasts to suck on your nipple

but on your peripheral, blurry from the tears threatening to run down from your eyes, you noticed one of them still hadn't joined. simon riley who hadn't said a single word since they bought you

his eyes scanned your body and a tongue ran from one corner of his lips to the other as shadows slithered from his hands towards you, binding your wrists and pulling it up in the air. the other three, took this as the initiative to bring you back down on the bed and hover over you like beasts feasting on their prey

You let the tear go down your cheeks as the bind tightened, as their bites hurt more, and as the pleasure began to swallow you hole

The next day, you slit their throats apart

Series (inspired by this drabble) / Archive of Our Own / Masterlist / DISCORD SERVER

[satubby]

Yandere God Gojo headconons

[As promised, a bit late I know, but I needed my time to not cry for Satoru so an apology. So since I'm not good at describing powers and let's add to that Jujutsu Kaisen has mathematics, which I hate... I just won't go into his god-like powers]

This post comes from the previous idea, you can find it in my profile. Credits to the artist and me for the edition.

⚠️ Warning: This is MY interpretation of the character but it does not define the canon, I want to show my love for him (Fuck Gege for all I care) There may also be pronoun errors because damn my dyslexia affects my eyesight.

On an ordinary night, your mother sent you to the mini supermarket, a place similar to convenience stores like pharmacies. 「More common in my native Mexico, such as an Oxxo.」

Unexpectedly, a curse/demon began to haunt you. Without knowing how, you ended up cornered in an alley, the rain adding a touch of desperation to the atmosphere. Exhausted, you tripped over a trash can, lacerating your leg in the fall.

The unimaginable happened when your blood, the fruit of the scrape, awakened a god enclosed within a bucket, multiple eyes arranged in a dice-like pattern 「Yeah, I fucking used 'It' you thought」. Your blood acted as a call for the imprisoned being lying in there.

Satoru, the god that lay dormant, awoke. Upon realizing your situation, he offered to help you, but not before uttering the words that would seal your fate: "Tell me, mortal, do you accept that I save you by giving me something precious? Yes or no, the choice is yours."

Given your young age of six and the impossibility of facing the dreadful monster that pursued you, you had no choice but to accept. How could you refuse? Hell, you were a brat who could barely carry your mother's bag of errands, much less fight that dreadful thing that wanted you dead.

And so the deal between you and the unknown god was sealed with…. a tongue kiss. 「Despite its polemical nature, it is crucial to the development of the plot」.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Satoru, in his divine form, is an extraordinarily powerful being. Sometimes, his impressive abilities can lead you into complicated situations, such as when a simple sneeze from him transported you to another dimension. Such is his level of power. 「In this version, we will represent him as an invincible individual to explore his unrestricted potential…. P.S. I hate you Gege」 ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Gojo is often playful and teasing, he often jokes with you, even going so far as to claim that you are his "wife" although it sounds like a joke, he really means it. His attitude toward other people's opinions is indifferent. He enjoys showing affection, kissing and caressing you, although he has waited for you to reach adulthood before formally considering you his mate in public. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he is not using his 'real' form, we see him as the canonical Satoru, though obviously with Lovecraftian touches to his powers. Despite his divine nature, he exhibits a somewhat childish side, similar to what he shows in canon… BUT 100% times worse, as he has been alone and being powerful, he doesn't have much morals as he considers it stupid to abide by the rules of 'lesser beings'. Despite his playful and relaxed attitude, he hides a dark side. He is aware of how capable he is of destroying a city with a single finger, if he so desires. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Handling his jealousy is not his strong point, given that he has always gotten what he wanted and not knowing how to deal with humans despite having spent millennia observing them or making deals before being 'sealed' 「More like sleeping」It always makes it difficult for him to respond to his own emotions. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Since he is not human and was born in the void of nothingness and everything, he has wandered and fought in various places, often just for fun or out of sheer boredom. His reactions can be fickle and capricious. This Satoru is a mixture of his adolescent and adult stages, mostly acting like a spoiled brat and playful with you but when he is jealous or sentimental, he acts according to his divine position. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he feels jealous, his reaction is unpredictable. If the reason for his jealousy persists 「Examples are like a male human talking to you」 And already for that reason he might decide to eliminate the source of his discomfort. For this reason, you hardly interact with other people. It is intriguing how loving words and gestures can appease him…. Although sometimes that doesn't assure you that those poor souls who crossed words with you will be saved from him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ As a divine being, he has the power to materialize anything you desire. His gifts have no limits, and he takes you wherever you want. Sometimes, on a mere whim, he grabs you and takes you on unexpected rides using his abilities. It is curious how he shows jealousy towards any thinking human being, and even animals, taking you back home without allowing the date to continue or any activity prior to his jealousy.

"Toru… for once, let me enjoy this vacation. If you take me somewhere, make it really worthwhile. I couldn't even ride the roller coaster just because the ticket booth clerk was a man…" You looked at him as he pretended not to have pulled you out of the amusement park just 5 minutes ago due to his jealousy.

"Come on, couldn't we go another time…? It's no big deal, you know I can take you anytime, why don't we cuddle instead of fighting, would you like me to shower you with kisses, mmh? Come on, my sweet bean mochi!!! I want to…" You looked at him, almost incredulous. You really doubt he'll let you go to a crowded amusement park. If you go, it will surely be when he's off duty or with a snap of his fingers, it's not for nothing that he can stop time.

"Even if you do that, it doesn't mean I'm no longer upset with you." You watched her pouting expression. Despite having six beautiful eyes and six arms, you didn't want to fall for his game.

Gojo was unwilling to listen to your complaints. He was in a bad mood, convinced that you would understand his position. He acted like a child seeking to get your attention to deflect your anger. And so, he devised a plan. He moved closer to you by climbing up on the edge of the bed. "Mochi, do you prefer something sweet or sour?"

"Do you think that's an appropriate question to change the subject? I'm still annoyed with you. Hey, let go of me!" You felt his firm embrace, laughing as he kissed your neck and his chest pressed against your back.

He took a lock of your hair behind your ear and fiddled with it in his mouth. A shiver ran through your body as his lips brushed your earlobe. "Why are you playing hard to get when you know I know you well? Besides, I know my jealousy doesn't affect you, and I'm going to make sure you're only mine." He laughed softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Satoru… That doesn't justify you threatening anyone who looks at me. I don't want to be embarrassed like the other day in the cafeteria, when you tried to hurt the cashier just because I ordered a cappuccino." You whispered as his six arms held you tighter and in different places, listening to his childish whimper as he buried his face in the back of your neck.

His behavior was becoming more aggressive and lustful, making him dangerous. He held you in such a way that you could not move. He looked at you with playful eyes, sketching a smile.

"So what if I'm jealous? If I'm honest with you, if another guy tried to get your attention, I'd be sure to eliminate any interest he showed." A smirk formed on his face. You knew that ugly smile well, a cruel and possessive one, dealing with his jealousy sometimes exhausted you … you had no choice since your soul was bound to him.

He kissed you passionately and caressed your body, his touch was too pleasurable to resist, your flushed but annoyed face said it all. He didn't mind at all acting that way in public if it meant you would still be his. "You will always be my only princess….. I love you, my precious mochi," he whispered softly before delivering another intense kiss, this time on your lips, his arms frolicking with you and bringing an even more severe blush to your face.

NSFW:

••┈┈┈••✦ This Satoru loves to make you scream, if Sukuna in his original form can grind you to exhaustion, our albino won't let you rest. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves having you in front of his cock, the worst thing is that he can create more if he wants to. Let's add that he has six arms, each one can overstimulate you, forget to mention that Gojo is 213 cm / 7'1 feet, you are a midget next to him. So his cock and fingers are the size of your arms, but he can fucking manipulate reality and adjust your pussy to his size. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves you riding his cock while he hears you moaning, sometimes you end up kissing him. He loves you sucking him while he pulls your hair. His hands usually go from your breasts to your waist [Sorry I'm not good at writing NSFW] All while you swallow his cock, his fingers have claws and putting them all the way in hurts but in the pleasure you end up giving priority to your lust, forgetting the pain. ••┈┈┈••✦ Honestly, Satoru can make your body not get tired so easily, but he is not cruel so he can set limits for you. He especially loves to bite, while you scratch him all over the place. ••┈┈┈••✦ His aftercare is incredibly gentle, he kisses and lulls you as if you were a baby, and how could he not? When he leaves you all exhausted down there and you can't feel your legs. Sometimes he gets to the point where his excitement clouds his judgement, ending up with your bones broken.

In general, having a relationship with him is like going on a roller coaster ride: You can feel a rush of various emotions and in turn want more of it even though you know it's scary to a certain extent. Just avoid making Satoru jealous and everything will be fine [What won't be fine are your mouth, your ass and pussy]

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Spooky Season | Halloween Event 2024

Not Your Monster | Wooyoung

🧡 Pairing: Were-cat!Jung Wooyoung x GF!Reader

🖤 Requested by: @staytiny2000

🧡 Prompt: 19 - "Find your own monster! This one's mine."

🖤 Warnings: guns, murder, werecat, werewolves, intruders, blood, poorly written gore.

🧡 Word Count: 791

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Y/N wakes to a loud scuffle coming from her living room. She looks to beside her and finds her boyfriend is no longer in the bed with her. A wave of panic washes over her and with her heart racing, she quickly jumps out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor as she snatches her gun from the bedside table, and rushes out of the bedroom. 

As she nears the living room, she can see shadows moving in the dim light, their voices low and tense. Scanning the room, she spots a third person pinning her boyfriend to the ground, a gun aimed at his head while he growls and hisses in defiance. Wooyoung’s sharp, white claws are embedded in the assailant's arm, but the man seems completely unfazed. 

Y/N stealthily entering the room until she levels her gun at the one restraining Wooyoung. “I suggest you let him go,” she declares, making her presence known as she clicks off the safety of her weapon. “Or I’ll put a pretty little silver bullet through your skull, mutt.” 

The room falls silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The leader’s smirk falters as he glances over his shoulder in surprise. They clearly didn’t expect her to be there. Wooyoung takes this moment of distraction, his muscles coil like a spring, his cat like reflexes taking over as he prepares to fight back.  

“Who the hell are you?” the leader questions, reaching for his own gun. 

Y/N shoots off a round, the bullet grazing the intruder's hand.  

The leader yelps in pain, instinctively dropping his weapon as he clutches his injured hand. Blood seeps through his fingers, and his eyes widen in shock, realizing that he underestimated the woman standing before him. 

“Damn it!” he curses, his bravado crumbling. “You think you can just play hero? You have no idea who you’re dealing with!” 

“You idiots are the ones who broke into my home and attacked my boyfriend. Now,” she hissed, preparing another shot. "Find your own monster! This one's mine." 

“So, you know what he is?” the leader asks. 

“Just like I know he’s a werewolf,” she says turning the gun on to the man that had been minutes away from killing her boyfriend.  

Before anything more is said, Wooyoung then unleashes his claws, swiftly taking out the throats of all three of the intruders, leaving the two humans to collapse as they bleed out on the floor. He then takes the gun from Y/N, putting a bullet through the werewolf’s head and heart, making sure he was dead. 

“Y/N-noona, Wooyoung-Hyung,” Jongho’s voice calls from behind the door, his fists pounding heavily against the wooden panels, urgency in his voice. “What’s going on in there? 

Y/N stands frozen for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she processes what just happened. Wooyoung, now back to his human features, steps closer to her, his soft hand reaching for her cheek. “Y/N,” he says, his voice soft. “Are you okay?” 

She nods, her eyes meeting his. They’ve faced danger together before, and while Wooyoung had trained her for such moments, she had never seen her boyfriend kill someone, let alone three at once. 

Wooyoung’s gaze softened, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift. But the urgency in Jongho’s voice and the consistent banging on the door broke through the moment, reminding them of the gravity of their situation. 

“I’m going to let Jongho in, okay?” he tells her. “He’ll help me clean this up. You go grab our bags and start packing.” 

When she nods, her presses a soft kiss to her lips and urges her towards their bedroom. She grabs their duffle bags from the bottle of the wardrobe and hurries around the room collecting their clothes, essential items and other belongings that are a little too sentimental leave behind.  

The bags heavy with their belongings, she struggles to carry them into the living room. “What if more people come?” she asks, dropping the bags to the floor and grabbing more stuff that she doesn’t want to leave behind. 

“That’s why we’re leaving,” Wooyoung tells her, picking up the bags as if they way nothing. “Hongjoong and Seonghwa are on their way to help Jongho. They'll take care of everything we've left behind and put it in storage.” 

As she goes to ask something else, an alarm sounds in the distance. “Go, now!” Jongho yells at them, pushing them towards the door. 

“What about you?” Y/N asks him. 

“I’ll be fine, just go,” the younger man assures her. 

With that, Wooyoung pulls Y/N from the apartment and leads her through the back of the building to the car waiting for them. 

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Savior

Yan Shigaraki x reader

Warnings: mind break, isolation, sensory deprivation

800 words

He wanted to be perfect for you. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. That's why he agreed to become a guinea pig, to become unstable, a monster. When he becomes a true monster you will sit perfectly in his maw. Not like you knew about any of this. All you knew was that you've spent weeks in near total darkness. Scared, cold, and totally alone.

The room itself was pretty big. A plush king sized bed and soft blankets contrasted by a cold tile floor and gray walls. A table and chair littered with books and papers was the only thing to keep your mind active. The desk barely stood on 3 legs, having been broken after a week of being trapped in this box. There wasn't even a window or door to give false hope of escape.

Black fog oozed out of the wall just like it did every day. At first you would cry and beg for whatever was beyond the void to let you out. Screaming until your throat grew hoarse every day until you ultimately lost your voice. Your throat has healed but you know it's pointless to talk anyway. A hand passed through the darkness and left a bag on the floor and took the bag with yesterday's garbage with it. Clean clothes, some food and water, and a sudoku book. The puzzle was a nice change of pace, something to hold onto so you don't completely lose your mind. The isolation was really getting to you though. Often unable to tell if you said your thoughts out loud or in your head. Sometimes even imagining a voice talking back with you. You weren't sure how much longer you could take this isolation before you truly went insane.

The food always looked good, being a simple but balanced meal. Nothing ever too fancy or too cheap. The clothes were shorts and a t-shirt. Thin but it was fine as long as you stayed on the bed. The single light in the middle of the ceiling was on an automatic timer, and the only thing that sort of what you keep track of how many weeks you've been locked in here. At least that's what you have been using as a daily indicator along with the routine food drop off.

Slowly it felt like more of your will was draining along with your sanity. The craving for another human, for any comfort or companionship was ravenous.

You tried a few more times to talk to the void when it would show up, but all that left was an empty feeling in your heart when you never got a response. Despair, that's what it was. A crushing feeling coupled with the intense feelings of loneliness. All you could do was sit and wait, and wait, and wait…

You were never a religious person but watching the wall crumble to dust made your soul scream. An angel! He had to be an angel! Why else would he come and free you after all those months of soul crushing isolation! Freedom. That's right, he was your freedom. So why couldn't you move?

Your chest started heaving and your hands trembled. You watched your savior through misty eyes as you fell to your knees, your legs no longer able to support your weakened body.

“Hello.” His scratchy voice trilled, filling the silence that's been consuming you for so long. “I've waited so long, so so long to be able to do this..”

He knelt down in front of you and roughly grabbed your arms, the piece of metal attached to his left hand biting into your skin. It was impossible to care about the little details though. Not when his hands felt nice and cool against your hot skin. Not when his voice finally broke your burden of silence. Not when the rough feeling of his lips on your own felt like Nirvana.

You know you recognized him from somewhere. His white fluffy hair and cherry red eyes were distinctive enough, but all of your memories from before the room all felt so far away. If it was important you would remember, right? Well as far as you're concerned your angel is the most important thing in the world right now. He was your world.

He kissed you like a man taking his first drink after a month in the desert. A famished roughness that left you light headed, but you returned the enthusiasm as best you could given your weakened state. It felt like you were being eaten alive. Even if you were though you didn't want to stop him. As long as he kept touching you, as long as he was near you, as long as he stayed with you. You wouldn't care what he did. He was your savior after all.

[amnignsity]

Pleasant chaos...

Lee Yongbok Felix x F! Human Reader x Yang Jeongin.

Zombie Felix & Jeongin┃ supernatural au—may mention blood, gore, detachable limbs, abilities/powers, rough manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, nicknames (sweetheart, darling, pet, toy, etc...), virginity getting taken, raw s€x(please wrap before you tap), no preparation just raw dogging it, double penetration, Crazy Felix and Jeongin—like unhinged. Also dismembered rats.

Fluffy and Smut filled mostly plus a bit of comedy.

∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙

➺"Oh darling..."

Jeongin moaned softly against your ear, pressing his tip against your leaking cunt while making you gasp at the shear size of his cock—it was thick and veiny plus, it was about 6 inches. Your eyes shut closed while bitting your lower lip, your body being pressed against another who chuckled deeply against your neck.

"Now now, be slow and gentle Innie...you don't want to split her in half do you?..."

Felix murmured against your skin, gently nibbling making small yet visible marks down along your neck down to your collarbones—his warm breath making you shiver, his blue tongue dragging a wet trail around your nipple as you gasp in pleasure.

Hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer against you, With Felix in front of you and Jeongin behind you. Your hands wander from Felix's back up to his neck then hair, gently tugging on them making him moan softly.

Wet and slicked noises could be heard from beneath as Jeongin slowly moved deeper inside of your tight cunt—barely able to hold back his groans while gripping your hips so tightly that he might bruise it a bit.

You couldn't speak—only gasps and moans could be heard from you besides who was gonna hear your screams anyways?...

The crows on the trees? Deers in the woods?

You didn't understand how you got here, nor did you understand how it became this way—having two zombie boyfriends in the middle of the apocalypse wasn't in your bingo card for this year...nor was it ever going to be.

Felix gently caressed your thighs as he held your legs up and wrapped it around his waist—squeezing your soft flesh gently as he moans against your perked up nipple, his hand playing with the other before going towards it and doing the same as well in vice versa.

You could feel the veins from Jeongin's cock against your wet cunt, moving deeper than you could ever reach with your fingers—you gasp as he presses on a sweetspot that made you tighten even more around him, milking his cock oh so sweetly...

"Fuck-...ah...darling..if you keep that up.." Jeongin gently moved his hips while caressing your waist. "I might cum too quickly..."

Sweat dripping along his forehead while he placed a soft yet tender kiss on your temple—he was so sweet towards you, letting you adjust to his size while he slowly moved allowing you to feel as well. It made your stomach tighten.

"It's already hard enough that you feel so good around me...ngh.." Jeongin spoke in a shaking manner, Felix smiled against your skin while letting his hands roam all over your body. Squeezing your flesh gently as he gropes your ass, slowly lifting you up even more.

His cock twitching against your tummy, his pre-cum making a mess, a leaking mess and puddle down the ground. To him it was torture not being inside you, but youngest goes first as always...

You couldn't help but love the long and dragging thrusts that was so gentle but also so frustrating to feel—they were soft for you, and you knew why...

It's because they were monsters, afraid that their strength may hurt you on accident. Afraid that they might go a tad bit too rough and break you if they go on about their urges alone.

"Please-...ah.." You panted softly while nibbling your lower lip—gasping as your eyes roll back, you couldn't help but feel frustrated it felt as if they were teasing you bit by bit giving you an ounce of pleasure each minute and it was killing you.

"I need..I want-mhmm.." Felix shuts you up while softly growling, his tongue intertwined with yours while he grips on your jaw tightly—his eyes having a shade of silver blue, moaning and groaning against the kiss while he explored your mouth so eagerly.

Jeongin slowly moved his hips down, slowly dragging out his cock out of you while gently nibbling your shoulder to force himself to stop making loud noises or else the other zombies might hear.

You couldn't help whimper as you felt empty without his cock, whining against Felix's lips while the other gently pressed himself against your aching cunt—hands placed on his shoulder whilst you feel Felix's cock next slowly entering inside taking turns with Jeongin who presses his cock against your ass.

"Finally..." Felix spoke, helping Jeongin with your behind getting spread and pressed against each other. Holding you up. It was his turn now.

Briefly pulling away to catch his breath—Felix looked at you with a darken gaze, seeing your lips reddish and glossy due to your mixed salivas he couldn't help but smirk before leaning in for more.

Meanwhile, Jeongin grabbed some lube and puts some on his fingers reaching down your ass whilst he smacked it making you flinch and shiver—clenching around Felix's cock who seemed to be reaching deeply inside your warm cunt.

'Fuck...' You thought yourself as she slowly drank in the pleasure that was given to you by two zombies...

Who would've thought such pleasure was ever created...

They were both merciless as they entered both your holes at the same time, Felix's cock was 7 inches and very thick. Smooth and heavy against your walls, as expected as the older one. He was much more precise with his movements unlike Jeongin who was mindlessly just fucking you.

Felix's easily knew where your sweetspot was making you quiver as you tugged his hair tightly, he chuckled against your ear. Jeongin just pouts at the lack of attention but needless to say he was still enjoying the view...

As the both of them slowly sink inside you, you couldn't help but moan loudly at the feeling. Double penetration at it's finest—you could barely think. Only looking at Felix with tears in your eyes. He smiled softly seeing you tear up.

"It's gonna be okay sweetheart..we'll go slow if it's too much.." Felix whispered softly as he placed a kiss on your cheek, Jeongin hearing what he said hummed in agreement as well. Placing a kiss on your temple.

Maybe having two crazy yet softie boyfriends weren't so bad after all...oh how you're in a for treat...

As you adjust to their sizes, they began slowly moving. Felix was a tad bit impatient as he moved quicker, Jeongin following his pace sent himself over the edge due to already having stimulated from earlier he whined against your ear.

"Fuck..That feels so good...You're so fucking good..." Jeongin whines against your ear as he begins pounding, the loud sound of skin slapping against skin could heard. Felix just chuckled at Jeongin before setting his pace the same way.

Your eyes rolling back, lips slightly parted as you drool. The pleasure was driving you crazy, they didn't slow down or whatever Infact they did it more rougher and harder until you came with a loud cry. They both smirked before setting up another pace.

"W-wait!..Slow down...I...ngh...fuck-" They both didn't listen, wanting to reach their peak as well. And it wasn't going to last long anyways..you felt too good...

Felix groaned against your neck as he slowly bit down your flesh, fastening his hips against you even more. Pounding into oblivion and mindless, being very accurate as you felt a different knot forming making you slightly nervous.

Jeongin wasn't helping in fact it felt even more so as he also followed Felix's lead, wrapping his arms around your waist as he bruises your hips. Fuck being gentle. They were going at instinct.

"P-please...I feel weird..ah..I don't think...I can-ngh..." You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt the knot beginning to overcome your control. Neither stopped and neither didn't want too anyways.

Using you as if you were their little toy, fucking you senselessly as you shook, gushing out juices as you squirted all over Felix. They were both surprised as they stopped for a brief moment before looking at each other. You were panting roughly, holding onto Felix tightly.

Suddenly they were both pounding into you again, Felix reaching deep within your womb as he pounded fast and hard. Jeongin hitting all the right spots as he reached down your lower abdomen, pressing the small buldge where Felix was inside you.

It was different type of pleasure but still a good one. It made you cum immediately, soon after they both followed. How both your holes tighten around their cocks, drenched with both your juices and their arousal. How you all made a mess.

Panting roughly as Jeongin and Felix dragged their cock slowly thrusting inside you trying to empty out fully. They didn't waste a single drop, for you greedily took it all.

After awhile, you found yourself being pampered with lots of things given to you. Whether it be a human corpse or some random junk Jeongin and Felix found through out this messed up earth.

You found yourself just being grateful that they both haven't eaten you yet. Of course they eaten you inside already but that will be for another time.

"YANG JEONGIN! Get your ass right here!" You shouted in pure disbelief as you saw three dead rats at the garden, it wasn't a pleasant sight. Bones, flesh and blood making it look disfigured and very much dismembered.

"Yes my darling dear.." Jeongin spoke out, innocently fluttering his lashes at you as he smiled widely. Looking innocent but that man was no where as innocent as he seems.

"How many times have I told you NOT to dismember creatures just cause you wanted to try out your powers now as a zombie.." You spoke out in pure disbelief as you pointed at the three dismembered rats in the garden. Somewhere you'd prefer clean and tidy due to the beauty of your flowers.

Wanting to see it but only to be met with multiple dismembered rats and causing it to foul your mood. It didn't help that Felix accidentally cut off his fingers while cooking earlier. They had no fear anymore due to their superhuman abilities.

"But deary darling..I was just testing out my wonderful abilities..." Jeongin cooed sweetly trying to coat you with his sweet tone, walking closer as he wraps his arms around your waist. Gently caressing your tummy which he often loved doing.

Grumbling to yourself as you slapped his hands off you—looking at him dead in the eyes yet he remains unfazed. To him you look too adorable to make him terrified besides that it's not like you'd do anything to him.

He was too...kinda precious for you.

And where was Felix? He was upstairs looking at the window as birds flew over the window. Looking down at him curiously, big doe eyes staring directly at the birds eyes. He reached his hand out as he let's the bird sit on it.

He was just talking with his fellow family members....

"Well hello there mister, Minnie..." The blue bird pecks his skin as it tweets, looking up at him cheekily as it flew and continued to try and annoy the other.

"Still spicy as ever huh..." Felix sighed as he smiled...he was used to his little companion being a spicy bird...

He was having his Disney princess moment right now...

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Chapter 13: The past cannot be forgotten /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Y/N finally opens up to Azriel about Ruvyn. They finallly go to Koschei's home.

Word Count: 1,6K

Warnings: Just the usual angst.

Notes: My dumb ass accidentally posted this before i even posted the first chapters ughhhh

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Azriel sat in bed, watching her squirming and groaning, her eyebrows furrowed and sweat coating her forehead. He reached to wake her up when she jumped out of her slumber, sitting in bed with a panicked expression, hands grasping for his arm, eyes frantically scanning him for any injuries. 

“They took you, I saw Ruvyn kill you.” She sobbed, tears streaming down her pretty face. He pulled her to his lap, allowing her to cry on the crook of his neck. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” He rubbed her hair, noticing how this worked to calm her down faster. As she stopped her sobs and looked at him again with her red puffy eyes, he pulled her in for a kiss, gently cupping her cheeks and brushing her lips with his own. “Whenever you need to talk to me, I'm here for you.” He said after they parted the kiss.

“His name was Ruvyn.” She spoke, her voice hoarse from both crying and sleep. He watched her intensely. “Before our people became one, Ironteeths hunted Crochans down, to kill them for what their ancestors did to us. I met him in one of my huntings, he was different from the humans I met, he was charming, and something in me came back to life when I saw him for the first time.”

Her face dropped to an even sadder expression, like remembering those things were too painful, and they were, but she needed to let them go, she couldn’t keep allowing that Ruvyn’s ghost haunted her and sucked the life and joy out of her anymore.

“I fell in love with him and I kept coming back to him. He showed me things that I never thought I would have the chance of experiencing. He taught me how to dance, how to live, and how to love.” She rubbed her eyes. “The night I finally got the courage to be intimate with him was like a dream come true. I told him I loved him that night and he looked me in the eyes, like I truly meant something to him and told me he loved me too. When I woke up he had turned me in, ready to burn me at a stake. He told me so many awful things that I still carry with me to this day, he said I was going to die alone and no one would ever love a monster like me.”

The pain in her eyes was too much for Azriel to handle. He understood perfectly how hard it was hearing such harsh words directed at him, but it was totally different coming from someone she trusted with her heart. 

“I was able to free myself, the people who snickered at me started to scream and run away, i was never a monster Az.” She promised. “But that day I turned myself into what Ruvyn believed I was, I became the monster he made me. I killed the man I loved with my bare hands, I ripped his heart out for what he did to mine. I’m not proud of this but I can't erase what I did.”

“And you had every reason to do what you did, I can't imagine a betrayal like this.” She looked at him with worried eyes.

“You don’t think I'm a monster?” Her lower lip started to quiver like she was going to cry again.

“I could never think that of you.” He reassured her, pulling her in for another kiss. “I love you.” 

And despite not being able to tell him that she loved him too, she opened her heart to that feeling, something told her that this time would be different and she was willing to believe. 

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After that morning, they got ready to talk to the rest of the house about their conclusions, finding the two males by the dining room having breakfast, Vassa was nowhere to be seen. Azriel and Y/N greeted them, sitting down to eat. 

“Did you two sleep well?” Lucien asked, always the kind host.

“We did, thank you Lu.” Y/N said. “But I guess the news we have for you isn't that good.” She sipped on her coffee. “Koschei is a Valg king.”

Her and Azriel shared all the information they gathered last night, including the one about Nesta, who according to the letter Azriel got late in the night, was being kept hidden at the cabin much to her dismay. Y/N couldn’t imagine what they had to do to keep Nesta locked against her will, and she wanted to end this soon so her friend would be free again. 

“So we’re basically fucked?” Jurian asked, biting a piece of toast with a smirk adorning his face.

“Precisely.” She motioned to Lucien. “Although our fire boy over there has a chance of killing him.”

“Me?” Lucien choked.

“Fire can kill a Valg, that’s how Aelin Galathynius killed Maeve, a Valg Queen.” She said it like it was obvious. 

“And you want me to Aelin my way into killing Koschei?” Y/N laughed.

“Yeah, she burned Maeve from inside out.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.” He protested.

“Then i suggest you find out very quickly cuz we need to kill him as soon as possible.” She shrugged. “But no pressure.”

“Yeah, no pressure.” Lucien mumbled underneath his breath, taking another sip of his hot coffee. 

“So who’s ready to have a tour of Koschei’s lair?” Jurian asked, excitedly getting up and clapping his hands, the groans he received as an answer just made him smile wider.

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The cabin was made from dark wood, ageing poorly with time, the roof was covered in pine needles and the yard really needed a trim to look decent, what connected the land with the island that held the big cabin was a very old bridge, and a dark lake surrounded the area, like the Mother had forgotten about that place too. 

“This smells so awful.” Azriel said, scrunching his nose in clear disgust, the smell was putrid, like death. Exactly like the Valg smelled. 

“Did it always have this smell?” She asked the males behind her. 

“Gets worse every day.” Lucien replied.

“Especially when he releases those things.” Jurian added, making her whip her head back to look at him.

“What things?” Jurian started to describe the monsters he saw coming out, a wide variety of horrors with long claws, sharp teeth and bloodthirst.

“We kill some, but others disappear. Maybe they get killed in the courts, we don't know what they want.” Lucien explained and she nodded. 

“Fuck.” She cursed. “If he's indeed after Nesta’s power, this is his way to guarantee an army before he can open that damned gate.”

“How are you so sure he has a key?” Jurian inquired, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

“He got here somehow, he has the original key he had before he was bound to that lake. He has to.” It only made sense that he still had the key, if he was trying so hard to free himself. 

“She has a point.” Lucien waved his hands and Jurian rolled his eyes, mouthing the words back to him in a mockery tone, prompting the male to crack a smile.

“Shhhh, someone is coming.” Azriel shut the conversation down and everyone turned to see.

It was like time had come to a stop, cold spread across her body, freezing her in place as she took the male in. Short golden-blonde hair, ivory skin, broad shoulders and a sculpted body showing through the thin tunic he wore. Beautiful, lethally beautiful like Erawan was. He took a look around, and shining against the sun, his gold eyes, just like Manon’s and just like his younger brother. The eyes of a king.

He stretched his muscles and turned his head towards the sun, letting it warm his skin. A lazy smile appeared on his face and he turned his head towards them, with his eyes closed and a very deep voice, he spoke. 

“I don't like being watched.” He opened one of his eyes, looking directly into hers. 

She motioned for the males to keep quiet and stay in their place, kicking Azriel’s hands away when he tried to grab her ankle. She got up, climbing the hill they were hiding and started to walk in silence, stopping over the edge of the bridge. The male turned to her with a curious gaze. 

“You're not from here, you smell different.” He smiled sweetly at her. 

“I changed my soap yesterday, thanks for noticing.” She snickered and he openly laughed. 

“What a delight having someone so fun around.” He extended a hand to her, inviting her in, but she stayed rooted in place. “Aren't you here to see me?” 

“Yes.”

“Then come here, darling.” Azriel cursed as his shadows informed him that she started to cross the bridge, towards Koschei’ open hand. “What can I do for you?” His voice resonated through the trees.

“I've heard you can take all the pain away.” She replied, lies spilling from her plump lips. 

“You came to the right place, my sweet creature.” His hands wrapped around hers, and she almost flinched with how cold it was against her warm, sweaty and shaking hand. 

He pulled her hand towards his lips, kissing it with his eyes still locked with hers. He smiled again, pulling her closer to him, towards the open door of the cabin, exactly like she wanted.

“Allow me to properly introduce myself.” He bowed his head a little. “Despite the people of this land calling me Koschei, my name is Mantyx.”

She almost froze with the name, swallowing past the lump in her throat and forcing her legs to walk inside the cabin. Azriel watched in horror as she disappeared inside, the door closing itself after them, locking her inside with him.

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[justatiredghost]

No Freedom from Knowing ch22

ao3

The general mistrust of magic as well as dangerous people in his past kept Jonathan Sims isolated, hidden away where he hoped he might finally be safe. Until he met someone who might be worth shattering that peace for.

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The early mornings tended to find Martin going through the practiced motions of making tea automatically before staring vacantly into space as he drank, waiting for the grogginess to pass and proper wakefulness to arrive. It was incredibly endearing to say the least, and John enjoyed getting to witness it, and sometimes it was enough to dampen the foul mood he tended to wake up in. 

Today, however, he was feeling restless. Since it would likely be a bit until Martin was properly awake, he decided now would be as good a time as any to attempt another walk. It was early enough that no sane person would be out there, and it was light enough that it would be a dreadful time for a surprise attack. 

He was overthinking this again, he knew he was. He should just go, before he talked himself out of it. He put a hand on Martin’s arm and leaned in to place a kiss to his cheek, earning a pleased hum in response. 

“Going for a walk,” he said softly, and Martin yawned as he nodded. 

As he pulled away, Martin leaned towards him, chasing the touch, and John was so tempted to drop the idea altogether so he could return to that physical contact. He needed to try to do this more, though, so he just tried to keep the image in his mind as he headed outside. 

He paused on the porch, deliberating. After a moment, he made up his mind and walked into the forest behind the barn. He reasoned that it was incredibly unlikely anyone would be out there, and he’d rather run into a wild animal anyway. At least he wouldn’t feel as guilty if he had to defend himself, and it wasn’t like an animal would be able to tell anyone if he did use magic. 

As soon as he stepped under the canopy of leaves, he knew something was wrong. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he shivered involuntarily. He could sense— something, out there, and he found his feet drawn to it before he even realized. He hadn’t sensed any activity from the Fears since arriving here, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was a monster, or another warlock. 

As foolish as it was to go alone, it would be better to find out now what it was, rather than wait for it to discover him. His skin itched and he absently ran his hands along the small circular scars that covered him, and shuddered. He’d tried to interfere with a warlock of the Crawling Rot and had paid dearly for it, barely escaping with his life. No, it would be better to know what he was up against. 

As he walked, he realized he could no longer hear birdsong. He tried to walk as quietly as he could, every snapped twig sounding deafening in the eerie silence. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to sneak up on much of anything, but better to attempt it than come crashing in instead. 

One insidious aspect of the fears was how they let their victims do most of the work for themselves. The Lonely was the best at this, clinging to a person’s deep seated insecurities and doubts, leading them to isolate themselves all on their own. 

Similarly, there was I Do Not Know You. Strangers, the unknown, the knowledge that something wasn't quite right. It seemed to take particular joy in the discomfort it instilled, it could drive its victims towards or away from others with it, confusing them and even taking their identities. It was quite fond of taking their victim’s skin as well. 

So John wasn’t completely surprised when he stepped into a little clearing to find something that wasn’t altogether human luring a man closer. The man was young, maybe early 20s. John supposed most might note the athletic build, broad shoulders, and handsome face. But all that really told John was that he could be a potential threat. 

It didn’t matter how likely the person actually was to resort to violence. He was bigger and stronger than John with his scrawny frame and bad leg, which was enough to make him wary. None of that really mattered, in the end, though. He knew he was going to help regardless of the personal danger. 

John was lucky, as it wasn’t a warlock he was up against. The monster appeared almost human, like a poorly done taxidermy. A human taxidermy was a disturbing enough thought all on its own. But it held something worse, hidden skin deep, waiting to strike. It was preying on the man’s sense of self, luring him in, making him doubt, making him forget. 

John knew he had very little time, so he quickly grabbed a rock off the ground and lobbed it. It struck the man in the back and John winced sympathetically. It wasn’t a particularly big rock, but it would bruise. He supposed better that than dead. The man staggered at the sudden blow, breaking whatever trance the thing had on him, and John saw the exact moment he looked up and saw the thing in front of him. He cried out and fell backwards, scrambling away from it. 

“What are you waiting for?” John yelled. “Run!”

“But--” the man began, seeing him for the first time.

“It’s not after me, I’ll be fine. Now go!”

It wasn’t true, that wasn't how this worked, but he didn’t need to know that. The man still looked doubtful, but when the thing emitted a low guttural growl, bearing its teeth to reveal its jaw had been wired shut and the skin began to peel away, the terror finally won out and he ran. That was a relief, John had no idea what he would have done if he’d insisted on staying. 

Despite how it looked, there was nothing human in the thing that shambled towards him. It was a manifestation of one of the patrons, it’s fear distilled into a form that wanted nothing more than to terrorize and consume. John supposed it was rather fitting that the things that serve I Do Not Know You hated those under the Eye. After all, simply Seeing it, Knowing it down to its core would be enough to destroy it. 

“You must be joking,” John said as the thing began shambling towards him, and he was surprised how calm and confident he felt. “I serve the Eye. And I See you.”

There were no words for what it did next. He supposed the closest would be to say it unfolded itself, a shadow rising up from inside, jagged and sharp. It lashed out more quickly than John could gather his magic, crossing the distance between them much more quickly than he thought it good. Something slammed into him, sending him sprawling. 

He scrambled to face it again, barely on his knees when he managed to call up whatever magic he had. It screamed in a voice that was almost human but not quite as he turned the focus of the Eye on it, unmaking it as its very nature was betrayed, and the Unknown was Known. It didn’t leave any evidence of its existence behind. 

John sighed heavily as the echos faded away. He leaned on his cane, suddenly feeling completely drained. His vision blurred and he wondered if he should sit down for a moment. Magic always did take it out of him. Glancing around, he didn’t see the person from before. Still, he decided he shouldn’t push his luck any farther than he already had and turned to leave. He could rest once he got home. 

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He’d gone much farther than he’d intended, and by the time the house finally came into view, he was aching all over and completely exhausted. He stumbled inside and the moment Martin saw him, he stood up, his smile falling away. 

“I’m fine, Martin,” John sighed upon seeing his expression. 

“Right, because you certainly look it,” Martin said, quickly moving to take his arm and help him to a seat. ”Are you hurt? Are you all right?”

“No, no, it’s just exertion, just give me a moment,” John said as he gratefully sank into a chair, his back aching. “And maybe a few bruises.”

Martin didn’t let go of him, he continued to give him a once over for any injuries. John let him, the touch was appreciated, to be completely honest. He screwed his eyes up tightly for a long moment as he waited for the wave of pain to die down before he tried to continue. 

“There was something in the woods, but I destroyed it.”

“Oh!” Martin said in surprise, kneeling next to him. “That’s a good thing, right? You’re destroying monsters. I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I got lucky, it wasn’t particularly powerful,” John said. “But— there was someone from town there. I don’t think they saw anything, they were too busy running away.”

“Hmm,” Martin said, deep in thought. “That’s something to keep an eye on, then.”

“You’re awfully calm about this,” John said. 

“If you don’t think they saw anything, we should be fine.”

“So you don’t think we should go back on the run again?”

“I don't think we need to be quite so hasty.”

“Martin,” John groaned. 

“John,” Martin said with a heavy sigh. “I don’t— I can’t go through that again.”

“What do you mean? We made it here all right, in the end.”

Barely!” Martin exclaimed. 

“Oh, come on, that’s an exaggeration,” John said, waving a hand, and he knew he was getting defensive. 

”Is it?” Martin said, voice raised as his distress became more apparent. “Because you were nearly beaten half to death and didn’t even get a chance to rest before we were on the run.”

“I’m fine, now,” John snapped, meeting his volume. 

“Are you? The bruises are fading, but you haven’t been able to walk nearly as much.“

“I—“ John began defensively, but Martin continued before he could. 

“And what happens if we get caught out there when winter hits? Because I had to travel through it with my mum, watching her deteriorate the whole time, and I can’t—“ 

Martin cut himself off abruptly as the emotions got to be too much and John realized his mistake. Martin wasn’t making a jab at John, he wasn’t trying to say he was weak. But he’d had to watch John suffer that entire time, unable to do anything. And if he’d already been through something so traumatic with his mother—

“Oh,” John said as the guilt settled in. 

“And that was temporary!“ Martin continued. ”If something happens and one of us gets sick or injured, I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. We’re not survivalists, we don’t know the first thing about weathering out the snow and the cold.“

”I’m sorry, Martin,” John said, any anger and defensiveness falling away. ”I didn’t realize.”

“It’s fine, I never said,” Martin rubbed at his face, trying to get a hold of himself. “It’s just— staying here is a risk, I know, but leaving feels like an even bigger one. At least if you get your magic defenses back up, we stand a chance against an angry town, and maybe I can help this time so Elias can’t take it down so easily. I don’t think our magic will do much against the cold.��

“You’re right, you’re right. We’ll stay. We’ll stay,” he said, squeezing Martin’s arm. 

“Okay,” Martin said, nodding, not quite meeting his eyes. 

“Can I— can I hug you?” John asked, because he wasn’t sure it would be welcome right now, after everything. 

But he wanted to. He wanted to so badly, for both their sakes. To comfort Martin, as well as reassure himself that he was still allowed to, he was still wanted despite the argument. Martin smiled and enveloped him in his arms and he signed, leaning into the embrace. 

“I’m sorry,” John whispered into his shoulder. “I know we don’t have many options, right now. And you just got your home back. I don’t want to ruin that for you.”

“I don’t care about that,” Martin said. 

He took John’s hand, his right, and brought it up to his lips. John felt like his face was on fire at the gesture, helpless to do anything but watch. He was so gentle, rubbing his thumb against the burn that wrapped around his palm. He finally met his eyes again, not looking away through every step. It made John feel like he had no breath in his lungs, so overwhelmed by his attentions. 

“I get it,” Martin said after a moment. “I know how terrifying this has to be. I’m not trying to dismiss your fears, and I’m not willfully putting either of us in danger. That night we went on the run was the most terrified I’d ever been.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” John said. 

“I’m sorry you did too, but I don’t regret being there for you.”

“Oh,” was all John could manage, and his vision blurred with tears. He didn’t understand how Martin could still feel this way after everything. 

“I know your main concern is the town,” he continued. “If you really want to leave, we’ll leave. We’ll figure something out.”

“No, you’re right,” John sighed. He brought his hand up to Martin’s cheek, caressing with his thumb. “We don’t even know if we’re in danger yet. It would be foolish to give this all up to freeze to death in the woods over nothing.”

Martin pulled him in for another hug and he pressed his face against his chest, squeezing his eyes tightly. He was so scared all the time, but it was going to get him killed if he kept being so rash. If it was just him, that would be one thing, but he couldn’t drag Martin into it. They needed to be smart about this, he needed to protect him. He needed to protect Martin.

He took a shuddering breath and Martin rubbed a hand across his back. Finally, he pulled back so he could look at him properly, resting his hands on Martin’s arms. 

“All right,” he said. “We can do this. We should go into town, get a feel for how people are behaving.”

It was a risk, but Martin was right, everything was. They’d be walking directly into the middle of a group of people who may wish them harm, but he tried to remind himself that he wouldn’t be alone. Martin would be there. They could get out of it together. 

“I was planning to go tomorrow,” Martin said. 

“Good,” John said. “Tomorrow, then.”

“I hate to break it to you,” Martin said with a fond smile. “But you’re not exactly the best at reading people.”

“Which is why you’re coming. I’m just the distraction.”

“Oh god, you aren’t going to do something drastic, are you?” Martin groaned. 

“No, no, with luck I won’t have to do anything at all.”

“But you’re still the bait?”

“Do you have any better suggestions?” John asked, voice accusatory.

“No, it’s a good plan” Martin gave in with a sigh. “As long as you promise to be careful.”

“You have to as well,” John chuckled. 

John took his face in his hands and pulled him into a kiss, savoring it for a long moment. He felt Martin’s hands cradling the back of his neck. When they finally drew apart, John nodded, feeling more steady, determination settling in. Today, he would work more on setting up those runes, any protections for their home. Then, tomorrow, they would risk everything and go to town. 

[with-my-calamitous-love]

I CHOOSE YOU AND ME, RELIGIOUSLY

osamu dazai x reader

thoughts about how dazai would treat you

same premise as the chuuya + atsushi ver

inspired by guilty as sin

osamu dazai, who doesn’t really know how to love. you confuse him and challenge the equations in his head. who is a mystery to everyone, even himself. who is sure that nothing will fill his heart. who is easy to approach, but hard to love.

osamu dazai, who wonders if he’s allowed to cry. if he’s allowed to show any real emotion behind the walls and bandages he’s put up. who wonders if he- an absolute vile monster of a man- is allowed to love you. who wonders if he deserves anything more than death for what he’s done, for the demon he still thinks he is.

osamu dazai, who still tries to be a good man. who takes the words of his former friend to heart. who wonders when he’ll deserve to love. who wonders when he’s considered good enough to love you. who is usually so smart, so calculated, and so thoughtful, and who is at an embarrassing loss for words when it comes to you.

osamu dazai, who decides he’ll bet against the universe once again. who throws his life to the wolves and the ocean rocks if it means getting to hold you. who treats you like gold, whispering words into your ear he would never dare to speak to anyone else. “you’re not my first kiss, my first time, or even my first ‘i love you’ but you are the first person who made living seem possible for me.”

osamu dazai, who prefers to be alone. who knows thats what makes you different, because for the first time ever, he craves your presence. he wants you in his lap while he reads, who actively pulls you towards him when he sleeps, who kisses your knuckles before leaving for a mission, who returns to engulf you in his embrace when he steps into a home. who actually thinks of his apartment as a home when you’re in it.

osamu dazai, who everyone thinks is a womanizer, but is secretly a gentlemen. who knows chivalry like its his first language. who always opens to the door for you, slips his hand around your waist like a puzzle piece, who zips up all your clothes for you, who presses kisses underneath your ear while he’s at it, who reads you poetry, who teases you because he can’t help but love the way you turn pink, who somehow manages to keep the flowers he buys for you alive for longer, who knows everything about you, and who lets you decode his soul.

osamu dazai, who wants you to know him as well as he knows you. who tells you about his past, about his wrongdoings, about odasaku. who swears that the most human he has ever felt was when he was looking at you. who can’t fathom how you’re real. who lets you see whats under his bandages. how his heart swells when you kiss each one.

osamu dazai, who makes chuuya promise him to protect you should anything ever happen to him. who can’t stand the thought of you leaving, even though death was such a common feeling for him in his life. who tells chuuya you’re his everything, and trusts him to look after you. who can’t imagine another man ever loving you, but knows that chuuya is a man of promises, and will not let anyone touch a hair on your head once he’s gone.

osamu dazai, who thinks of you as way to die. who takes one look at you and recalls things that haven’t even happened yet. late nights, messy kisses, promises, families, embraces, heaven, sin, unraveling, scars, loving not despite but because. who’s heart is so full of you he can barely call it his own anymore.

osamu dazai, who thinks that even if its all make belief, and if he’s simply made you up, he’ll uphold his vows anyway. he’ll still come home to you with a kiss to your forehead. he’ll still always give you his jacket when you even slightly shiver. he’ll still read to you his favourite poetry, tell you his secrets and watch how you love him anyway. he thinks that even if you aren’t real, he’ll love you like his favourite storybook.

osamu dazai, who knows the world will crucify him anyway. who knows he’ll likely pay for what he’s done at some point. who knows the universe will catch up to him soon, even though he’s trying to be better. who thinks its okay if he gets what he deserves, even if its death, because he’s already seen heaven just by kissing you. who thinks that way you hold him is spiritually holy, who lets you haunt him stunningly. he vows to find you in another life, one where he can deserve you. a life where he an love you with no limits. who knows he’ll choose you, always.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

You were never a monster

Ramón Salazar x wife!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, emotions, fluff, kisses, blood, injury, no use of y/n

Summary : Leon had spared him, left a monster behind and now he, the despicable creature has to face the love and especially the feelings of his wife. In front of her, a creature that barely resembled the man she had married. Was it even possible to love something like that?

info : Thank you dear @lovesick-on-the-loose for the request it was a pleasure to write the scenario, Ramòn in his monster flower or chymere as the case may be is simply interesting. Have fun reading :)

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A lord, he was a lord a Kastelann, the eighth and momenta last exalted of the Salazar bloodline. His family was honourable and old and established in Spain, feared by those who hated them and actually loved by the people.

People a simple being who, with the birth of Ramón and his traits, turned away from the family, their saviours. If they didn't want and accept him, they would feel all his wrath and so would the lord.

Even if his power was not as glorious as that of his predecessors, even if he lacked beauty and grace, he had one thing above all… his lord.

The holy Lord Saddler, the might he gave him as powerful as it was deadly and a figure that hardly helped his appearance.

In the time he was immersed in the cult, his insides plagued by pain and the burden of his family on his shoulders, he at least had hope for a time of betterment in his probably short life. ,,Another good morning my darling" he was woken by her voice, his wife didn't have to get up early for that but she insisted on looking after him.

A sacrifice of love and compassion, a mix that did not hurt Ramón, but rather honoured him more than anything else. It was her love that made him hope that one day hope would be brought to his family.

From the make-up session together that ended with a chaste kiss on the back of the hand, the hours spent together in the library and the garden where some flowers he had planted for her grew when he had seen her hoping in a book, always coming back to the type of plant.

She was the one who put herself between him and Sadler, knowing that the more her beloved Ramón stayed away from her, ,,Your sorrow truly touches me, your kindness is a gift…but you can't do anything about what's coming" he had told her when he came back late at night to a missed dinner and she stayed alone again and dined alone.

Even if his apologies were sincere, when she heard his cries and rants through his door, the rage inside him, the curse of his family haunting him, he didn't let her share in that pain.

She loved Ramón, she had seen his noble side, the side of a nobleman, not the monster he had allowed himself to become for as long as he could remember.

She suspected that Saddler wanted something from Ramón again, she herself had only seen this ‘holy man’ once but he was creepy, had hardly anything human about him and if she was honest he didn't even seem really alive. ,,A ride in the countryside would do us good, darling," she had tried to approach Ramón, taking his cool hand in hers and curtsying.

It was a rejection like the next and the next, he didn't want her, didn't want her company and even if she didn't know he was afraid, she knew when the echo of gunshots could be heard in the village that it wasn't something but someone coming towards her.

It didn't even take three days before Ramón seemed to get more nervous, only dealing with his ‘bodyguards’ that she tried to avoid, the cold reddish eyes and the claws she had only seen once was enough to send a shiver down her spine, ,,You stay in your chamber until I collect you…I love you" he brought her into her chamber, his hand gripping hers tightly and running it over the gold ring on her wrestler.

,,Ramón’ came from her after he had kissed her and she heard the door close, the key turn and his footsteps move away. He had chosen his fate and saved her life.

Her fear increased with each successive shot, she banged on the door and none of the servants answered the bell, she was a prisoner in her own home this bounty hunter or soldier whatever he was had come to the castle had seen him from her window only briefly looking around.

However, she was stuck in her room…until the moment the castle suddenly went silent.

No gunshot, no scream and no voices seemed to be wandering around the castle and she was startled when her door opened as if by magic.

Carefully looking out she found no one, no one seemed to be here and she feared the answer to the question of where her husband was, lifting her dress slightly she walked faster through the castle searching the places where Ramòn usually was but with each time she pulled open the door and looked where he was her heart beat more and more with fear.

The whole castle seemed to be empty and as she was about to go to the stables to saddle her horse and ride out she paused, a place she had never been and had only been once before.

Hastily rushing back to the castle, she took the steps of the staircase two at a time, almost tripping and tearing her dress if she hadn't held on, ,,Ramòn! Darling, I'm on my way!" she shouted into the dark vaulted cellar complex and grabbed one of the torches and held it in front of her, trying to roughly remember the passage that led to the cliffs that were almost the end of an island.

Her footsteps in the corridors echoed the sound of hissing and hissing, a painful wail that made her hope it wasn't too late, she didn't want to lose him.

Stepping out of the corridor she threw away the torch and saw that part of the bridge had already been torn down, stones were kicking up dust, shell casings lay on the floor and she saw the corrosive acid running down the walls.

,,Ramòn?" she asked quietly, afraid that the mercenary was still here but he wasn't and she breathed a sigh of relief when he seemed to have moved on and she was alone with her husband, wherever he might be. He had not answered her repeated questions, but the sounds suggested that he must still be alive.

Walking onwards through the ruins of the only beautiful passage, she saw this creature lying on a cracked stone field in front of her, but above all she saw with horror that this something lying there was her beloved.

Screaming his name, she hurried towards the creature and saw the fleshy, steaming petals, which she couldn't seem to describe in any other way, trying to cover Ramòn, ,,Darling…you-you're alive" she said, almost whispering as her hand lay on one of the leaves, cold and slimy, she could feel the life underneath.

But he pulled back, trying to get away from her but his huge body wouldn't allow it, ,,Don't…don't…look at me,’" she finally heard his voice consumed, hoarse as if someone had shot him so many times in the body that the blood was in his throat.

The tentacles with which he was probably defending himself lay between them both and she could no longer look into his yellow eyes, ,,A monster…I don't need any help" he continued to mumble but couldn't manage to heave his massive body out of the way.

Carefully she raised her trembling hand, feeling fear mixed with grief as she carefully pushed the tentacles out of the way, ,,Ramòn you are not a monster" she began and even though his form looked horrible, the slime and acid could most likely kill her.

He was obviously badly injured, she could see the blood on the floor, the fight they had had was not only brutal but also protracted. ,,Besides, don't hide yourself and your pain from me, I can see your suffering," she warned and reached through the outside and grasped his hand, ice-cold, she was afraid he would be dead if she hadn't felt the wince and the sigh.

Ramòn, though hardly his former self, slowly put down his tentacles and opened his petals, ,,You…you don't see me as a monster?" he dared to ask, holding her hand and crawling towards her almost hopefully, golden eyes full of pain and devotion looking at her.

She shook her head, feeling the tears blur her vision as she moved closer and his other hand also reached out to her, ,,You are my Ramòn, my husband…my graceful Castelan," she assured him and gave him a single careful kiss on the forehead. The lady took her time with her beloved.

Hours passed until Ramòn had changed back to some extent, came out of his shell and she dressed him in a velvet curtain to replace his lost clothes.

The walk back to the main castle seemed to take hours but in all that time he held her hand, leaning on her and most importantly she heard the ,,Thank you my love" which she returned and hugged him tighter to let him know he was not alone.

He would never be alone, he had never been a monster, he was her husband, her beloved and above all a person who may not have been perfect but someone who could love and that was all that mattered.

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@ramontism , @goldenponcho , @xgrisleyx , @ghostssi

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Demon!Hanzo Shimada x Reader Headcanons

It's a shame overwatch sucks now :( I loved getting so many overwatch requests

🌙 He never allowed himself to have any sort of relationship, let alone romance, since he had been turned years ago. He always felt as though he didn't deserve to be loved, and the fact that he was now a demon cemented that feeling inside of him.

🌙 He was turned about a few weeks after he had killed Genji. Madness and grief overtook him and he decided to tempt fate to bring his bother back. He performed a ritual that had started to show some promise only for things to sour rather quickly. He woke up with a start, nor realizing he passed out during the whole debacle to find himself no longer human.

🌙 When he first met you, he shrugged you off as yet another Overwatch agent from the recall. It wasn't until you saved him on a mission in Prague did you both start to talk a bit. He only meant to stay and thank you, but you had somehow compelled him into staying for coffee.

🌙 He caught feelings for you after a while. It didn't help that he knew you liked him in ways you didn't like others. He could hear your heart flutter and race a bit in your chest when you would see him or start talking, and he could smell the desire rolling off of you in waves that hypnotized him.

🌙 It took a while of courting on both sides before you both had shared your first kiss. It was outside, the two of you somehow broke from the crowd of drunk and rowdy soldiers, both of you flushed at the cheeks with the faint taste of alcohol on your breaths. Hanzo loves how you taste, but fuck, he hated himself for falling for a human.

🌙 He tries to play things cool. Hell, there are days where you make him feel human again with all of the tender loving and sweet words. But then there are days where life really beats the shit out him to the point where he feels himself slipping only for you to help him feel grounded.

🌙 There had been times when you almost saw what he was. Whether it was on the field or on base as you both tried to live as domestically as you could. He feels so guilty for even letting it out as much as he has in the past. He's more so worried about you being terrified of him, of thinking of him as a horrible monster. He couldn't bear the thoughts of you being so scared and disgusted of him.

🌙 When you did eventually see him, it was by pure accident. He doesn't even remember what had gotten him so angry and so distracted, but it slipped. He didn't hear the door slide open but he heard your heartbeat quicken. The look of shock on your face made him want to vomit as he just stood there like a deer in headlights, but then you asked him if he was okay like nothing was wrong.

🌙 He's cautious at first to let his demon side slip out behind closed doors between the two of you. At first it was a rare treat, but with time passing and his nerves easing, he found it rather comfortable to lounge with you even though the bed you both shared could barely handle the size of him.

🌙 His tattoo changes when he turns, from the beautiful dual blue dragons to the red oni mask as swirls of red and black ink scatter down his arm. His dragons also change as well, the two normally calm dragons now act like pissy little cats that only you can calm with gentle petting and scratches behind their little ears.

🌙 He likes it when you take the time to look at him when he's turned. Looking at his sharp pearly fangs, holding his hands to get a nice look at his ebony claws, crouching down to look at his hooves. He finds it adorable with how interested in this you are.

🌙 He runs so fucking warm. There's no need for blankets or pillows, use him instead. Just lay on top of him like he's the bed with his arms wrapped around you, careful of where he puts the claws, and you'll fall asleep faster than anyone ever could.

🌙 Hanzo's sense of smell is something else. He can smell you from across the base, his nose cutting through all of the sweat and blood and canteen food the base holds just so he can sniff you out to calm his nerves. He can also sniff out how you're feeling, too. It's pretty helpful after a long day of bullshit.

🌙 His hearing is also impeccable. Normally he uses his supernatural hearing to help him scope out whatever target out on the field, but he also uses it to listen to your heart. Any difference and Hanzo is on top of it whether you're in need of comfort or a fist to whatever fucker's face that's bothering you.

🌙 He loves it when you stroke his horns and trace the grooves and curves. He loves the feeling of your fingers running through his raven black hair, twirling his locks, soothing him from the thoughts that haunt him.

🌙 His voice changes too when he shifts. It gets even deeper and scratchier, almost like there's a slight echo to his satiny voice. Some of his words can get a little awkward to the sharp fangs in his mouth. You could listen to him talk for hours, and sometimes, he indulges you.

🌙 The last thing Hanzo would to even dream of is hurt you. It's almost happened a few times by accident where Hanzo would try to grab you or protect you on the field only for you both to somehow be spared. Just thoughts of what he could do to you haunt his nightmares.

🌙 Hanzo isn't afraid to use his heightened strength around you. Whether it's lifting something up for you to get under or even hoisting you up into his burly arms. He won't admit it, but he loves to show off just for you.

🌙 Hanzo's eyes are pretty different when he's a demon compared to his human form. The whites of his eyes are blacked out and his pupils are no longer visible in the sea of amber that make up his irises. He loves it when they reflect off of your eyes.

🌙 He's pretty tall when he's like that. Often times he uses his powers for good like getting the annoying shit off of the top shelves. Other times, he likes to be a little asshole and puts shit on the top shelf.

🌙 He's had a few incidents where he would turn and ruin his clothes. He usually wears baggier clothes like what he uses to train in, but there would be times when he would be wearing a tight t-shirt or pants only for the damn things to tear. You would always find him muttering curses in Japanese as he peeled off the poor torn fabrics.

🌙 There have been a couple of times where you walked in to find him with something stuck in his horns or wrapped around his tail or hooves. The funniest time was when you walked in on him trying to re-string his bow while he was lounging in his demon form. The poor string was somehow wrapped around his claws and both horns.

🌙 It can be pretty awkward for him to kiss you with his fangs, but damn it all if he doesn't try! He loves it when you kiss him though, pushing past the feeling of his fangs pressing against you as his clawed fingers gracefully touch you.

🌙 If you want his attention to snap to you immediately, tug on his horns. A good tug shuts him up and has his eyes pinning you in place as a faint blush pinkens his grayish cheeks. He especially loves it when you tug on his horn to make it easier to kiss him.

🌙 You had bought him larger clothes so they would be baggy on his person when he would turn and he fucking loves them. They swallow him when he's human but they're fucking perfect when he's a demon. He's going to love them to absolute death.

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY: Grim Tales

Vampire's Fangs

Note: Oscar is 21

Oscar walked through the halls of one of Vale City's seediest establishments; The Vampire Lounge. The walls were a charcoal grey, with several cracks all over them, the windows were arched with red stained glass and there were ghoulish paintings depicting vampires feasting on humans throughout Remnant's history. What really made his skin crawl, however, were the bats roaming the ceiling and gnashing their teeth. Oscar placed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife. The handle was a stark white and bore an emblem of a bird with a flamed tailfeather. Soon, Oscar had reached the end of the hallway and saw a large, double door. This was it, the bedroom of the Queen.

Oscar: *knocks the door*

???: Who is it?

Oscar: I'm here to see the Queen. Let me in.

The door opened and Sage Ayana peered out wearing nothing but loose trousers.

Sage: *groans* Oh great. It's you.

Oscar: Hmph. Hello Sage. I'm sorry to bother you, but-

Sage: Spare me the bullcrap, huntsman. Me and milady are busy here. So either turn around *fangs protact* or I rip out your throat!

Oscar: *chuckles* You know you can'f touch me. Your Queen won't allow it.

Sage: *grabs Oscar's shirt* You little-

???: Put. Him. Down.

Sage and turned their attention to a beautiful blonde woman wearing nothing but a silky, golden yellow robe. It was the Vampire Queen, Yang Xiao Long.

Sage: *growls* Yes, Milady. *releases him*

Oscar: Thank you, sir. *looks at Yang* Can I speak with you, please? Alone?

Yang: *smirks* You're always welcome in my chambers. Sage, please leave us for the moment.

Sage: Very well. *gathers his clothes and leavss*

Oscar: There's something I'm investigating and I believe it leads back to your club. Would you help me?

Yang: First thing's first. *bares fangs* If you want info, you know the price.

Oscar: Oh... yeah. That. *sighs* Let's just get this over with.

Oscar unbuttoned his shirt slightly and pulled the collar down to expose his neck. Yang licked her lips voraciously and leaned into him, kissing his neck. The scent of fresh peaches caught Oscar's nose and he hummed in satisfaction. However, that soon turned into discomfort as he felt the sting of Yang's fangs.

Oscar: *closes eyes* Agggh!!! Ah, damn!

Yang: Mmmmmm~ *releases Oscar* Still as delicious as ever. *licks her fingers*

Oscar: *pants* Glad you... agh... think so. *clears throat* Anyway, what do you know about this? *hands Yang the knife*

Yang: Hmm? *inspects knife* This is pretty. Where did you find this?

Oscar: It was at the scene of a murder. The victim was Melanie Malachite, one of your staff members. This club has made a lot of enemies over the years. Can you think of anyone who might want you and your members dead?

Yang: *strokes finger over the blade* There was someone who arrived here a few days ago. He claimed that he had a thing for vampires and wanted to... *smirks* well, you know how it goes.

Oscar: *shakes head*

Yang: Anyway, I had a quick look at his belt and saw a knife in the holster. Hsd the exact same emblem and everything.

Oscar: Any idea what the guy what the guy looked like?

Yang: *nods* Spiky orange hair and yellow eyes. He wore a black jacket too.

Oscar: I see. *sighs* Well, it's not much to go on, but it'll have to do for now. *stands up* Looks like I've got another hunt. Thanks Yang.

Yang: W-Wait! You're not seriously going after him, are you?

Oscar: I've got no choice. If he's out there, everyone in here will be in danger and... *cups her cheek* I don't want him to hurt you.

Yang: Oh Oscar. *kisses his hand* Just promise me you'll be okay.

Oscar: *small smile* I promise.

Oscar put both his hands on her cheeks and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. Yang wrapped her hands at the back of his neck and kissed him deeper. Neither of them wanted to let go. As the Queen of the Vampires, Yang could have any monster she wanted. But her heart belonged to a human. A human named Oscar Pine.

[lockedtowers]

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

spring sun kisses her flesh at the river’s edge, the moss stained rocks and grassy dirts holding a familiarity she’d started going without. her nudges his way when he speaks, blue eye upturned his way when he sits next to her. a quick glance around, heightened senses ensuring he had come alone; didn’t need another incident with his father.

“people might start to think you like me if you keep managing to find me.” but there weren’t any people around. it was just them.

the last shot his father got in her actually scarred. it wasn’t the first— and if she continued to let him breathe, it may not be the last. words of her past echoes in her mind: march wouldn’t have even allowed a first time. lysander would have torn his head clean off his shoulders whilst declaring himself the winner of the fight. violet would be insulting her, probably, for once again letting a forming crush stop her from what she should do. she barely knew her family; a mother that would have sucked the life clean out of him, a surrogate that may have stabbed him in the chest, a brother she couldn’t understand.. her own father was the slayer of hundreds. was her sufferance a payment for his crimes?

every voice telling her not to trust him, either. that he was his father’s son, and she needed to recognize that. she needed to finish him off, or at the bare minimum his monster of a father.

but in spite of it all, he’s been so nice to her. his smile a distraction. she knows the pain of being alone, and she still remembers that little girls face when she lost all of her own family. he wouldn’t like her anymore if she made him lose his.

her top was starting to fray apart from wear, worn and wearing with use. she’d have to steal something new soon, and likely would get caught again by his father if she didn’t leave the town soon. logically, there wasn’t a reason for her to stay.

some would argue she’s never been the most logical.

“why do you keep looking for me? if it’s not to help your father try to kill me… what is it about? it… it’s not like i know how to be a human.”