#i am not here for your comfort grow a spine damn it

[ulyaafoxx]

I am having to post my art here to put it on ao3. so. art dump I guess.

Yea, I hope y'all like the art I guess!

[solbaby7]

Hii could I please get a neat Moscow mule with a salt rim ❤️

🧉here you go 💗💗

[ “i don’t like the way he / she looks at you” + smut + az ]

-> BLURB BAR <-

There had always been whispers about Illyrian males and the possessive streak that scorches its way through their veins. How it awakened with their first cry at birth and remains until their last breath.

You’d never thought you’d witness it firsthand.

Seeing that shift in Azriel’s features is unmistakable. The comfortable lines of his stoicism usually rests heavy along his brow bone, casting shadows along his eyes until the rich amber of his iris is stark in contrast. Even then, you’re used to seeing some semblance of warmth residing in there but the danger lingering within them now is staggering—forces the object of his surveillance to raise a hand to the back of their neck, eyes scanning the crowd for the culprit.

Az is too good to be caught though. Too skilled to be seen. A wolf that blends in seamlessly in a crowd full of sheep and he detects it immediately when another predator is present. “Who is that?”

You follow his line of sight, grumbling in distaste almost instantly when you notice that familiar tuft of curly blonde hair. “Tyson,” His brow raises at your tone, stance sturdy and arms crossed over his chest. You can feel the heat radiating off of him; briefly acknowledging the sentient shadows that nudge you in closer, partially hiding you behind his bulk. Protecting what they deemed as theirs. “—but all the Valkyrie’s call him tick.”

“Tick.”

“Yeah,” Your head nods along in confirmation, fingers hooking in the loops of your leathers to shimmy them up higher on your hips. “‘Cause he latches on like one—damn near impossible to shake.”

There’s a brief pause, a rumble of a noise vibrating through his chest like a lion in wait that rests on its haunches. Azriel’s prey drive is triggered, specially attuned to the way Tyson leans casually against a post, blue eyes trained on you while you warm up, taking time admiring the way your leathers fit like second skin. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

He’s skilled with a sword, Az notes, but that wandering eye is sure to get him killed. The shadowsinger can feel the way his fingers form into fists when Tyson’s gaze meanders down the slope of your back and settles around the generous curve of your ass. It wobbles temptingly as you practice, core tight and form stunning as all sorts of daggers are shot through the air at warp speed.

Every blade hits its respective bullseye.

You're one hell of a prize. One that Tyson so foolishly thinks he’s good enough to win.

Shoulders square, feet apart, knees ever so slightly bent. Even breaths as you line up the next blade, eying where you wish for it to land. "How does he look at me?"

"Like he wants to fuck you."

You pray he doesn't notice the way your body freezes in place, grip faltering on the hilt of your dagger. A thick swallow, throat clumsily clearing and lashes fluttering with nerves as you make a point to keep your face forward. "How would you know what that looks like?"

"Because, I want to fuck you." Thighs clench at the flippant way he says it—so casually. Like it's common knowledge. As if he hasn't just rendered you speechless and filled you full of want off one sentence alone. The smell of him engulfs you when he closes the distance, his chest to your back. Shadows teasing at the sides of your thighs like phantom palms that waste no time memorizing the new terrain. "You're holding that wrong."

"Am I?" More intelligent words are robbed right off of your tongue when he presses against you, the weight of his growing erection digging into your spine, teasing around the dimples that rest right above your ass. You can't help but lean into him, allowing him to adjust your fingers around the daggers hilt.

Never once had you thought such a simple touch could ignite this kind of spark within you. A fire that damn near burns you alive; it begins in the pit of your stomach, gnawing at organs and muscle, tearing through soft tendons and sinew in its desperation for release. "Like this, baby." His lips graze the curve of your ear, forcing goosebumps to assault your skin.

Azriel doesn't adjust a thing about your form. Instead, he openly gropes at the fat of your hips. Slides his palm possessively over the soft swell of your abdomen. Trails a hand up the crease of your breasts until a five finger grip is curling its way around your throat. "What are you doing?" You whisper, craning your neck to provide more access. Allowing the steady pressure squeezing at your jugular.

He's putting on one hell of a show.

Staring that blonde bastard right in the eye as he drags his nose along your temple, pressing his lips against your skin just because he can. "Pest control." A thick thigh nudges its way between your legs, the bulk of Azriel's body blocking you from all peering eyes but one.

Tyson vibrates with rage as Az guides your hips, dragging your clothed cunt along solid muscle until lids flutter and lips part. It's an agonizing kind of pleasure—one that's everything and nothing at the same time. Stimulating but not fully satisfying when you really crave the turgid length of his cock that strains against his leathers.

It takes a second too long to realize that he's not really doing this with your pleasure in mind.

He barely pays you any real attention as discreet shadows creep under your top to twist at taut nipples, squeezing and pulling until the heartbeat in your chest travels all the way down to your pussy.

No, he merely uses you as a pawn. Plucking and toying, licking and biting at the junction of your neck until all that can be scented on you is arousal and Illyrian. "Az, I'm gonna—"

"Not yet, sweet thing. Want him to look at you when you cum for me."

[radio-fmm]

I crave Sanji angst 😝

here, my humble offering

Human

Sanji x reader

angst/comfort, gn reader

In which you find Sanji chopping vegetables at 2 in the morning

Masterlist

A shiver ran down your spine making you shift in your sleep, hands looking for your lovers warmth only to be met with an empty side of the bed. Your heart stops and you jolt up to double check, you look out the open window, by the position of the moon it could not be pass 2 am

Where was Sanji?

Worry washes over the sleepiness making your body stand up, put on your slippers with the mission of finding that damn cook. He wasn’t on night watch, his breakfast prep didn’t started in a couple of hours, the sun was still wrapped under the covers of the night sky and the tie calm lulling the strawhats to sleep soundly

Walking down the hallway you peek trough every door and window of The Sunny, being met with dark empty rooms or your crew mates fast asleep, snoring the night away. Suddenly you hear the familiar sound of chopping coming from the kitchen, the light shining warm illuminating your way trough, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and growing worry

It had come up to your attention that Sanji was used to have anxious fits and sleepless nights were he’d found his mind steering him awake, memories of his past turning into nightmares that haunted him. Regardless of how torturous some nights would feel, shoulders heavy, eye bags hanging, head spinning, Sanji would rarely talk about this fits, saying “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours with me, my love” brushing the matter off only for you to end up holding him tight as he poured his heart out with salty tears on your shoulders

You wished he hadn’t allowed it to get so bad tonight

Carefully you cracked the door of the kitchen open, Sanji never leaving his position, eyes fixed on the vegetables being chopped not noticing your form by the frame of the door

He looked tired

A sigh leaves your mouth as your heart clenches in pain, wondering why weren’t you blessed with a devil fruit or a power form above that could take that pain of his away; all you could offer him right now, was your presence and an ear to listen

“Sanji?” You break him away from his task, his eyes opened wide as they scanned you now approaching the counter, sitting in front of him

Sanji’s body language shifted the instant you entered his field of vision, but you know him well enough to know this is just a facade, noticing the redness and puffiness around his eyes, his stare shattered while he paints a sweet smile over it

“My love, hope I didn’t wake you up” and just like that he’s back to chopping the broccoli, hands moving fast, with an earned precision. You stay quiet, a small fiber of your being hoping he’ll drop this act and just come forward with what’s plaguing his mind, but even if he doesn’t its ok, you’ll be here regardless

“It’s 2 am Sanji, what are you doing?” his movements slow down, his eyes still zeroed on the vegetable

“Thought i’d get started on the food prep early”

“Sanji…” your tone becomes a little heavier, you hated speaking this way specially to him, but you knew if you didn’t press at least a little, the cook would stay the whole night up chopping and preparing food until he’d passed out on the stove

It was rare to see Sanji’s hands tremble, but when he felt your body get up from your seat and walk towards him, it was impossible for them to not to. His breath hitches as the deafening sound of your step getting closer and closer froze him, tears already threatening to spill out of his tired eyes

One of your hands settled on top of his, while the other discarded the knife, instinctively you pulled him closer embracing him in a tight reassuring hug that had him breaking down on you almost at the touch. His hands held you back as he sobbed in the crook of your neck, soothing circles going up and down his back as you whispered

“It’s ok, let it out”, “I’m here”, “Everything’s gonna be fine”

Your sweet voice fell on his ears making him melt even more, sobbing turning into intense crying that had you now sitting on the kitchen floor, his tired legs giving up on him

“I’m sorry” he says, voice broken in barely a whisper that breaks your heart, but you pull yourself together, for him

“Don’t say that, there’s nothing wrong with being vulnerable, I’m always here for you” is in these moments Sanji knows there most be a heaven, a guardian angel that send you his way, to hold him and protect him, to love him unconditionally and be so gentle, a word he had never really understood the extent of the real meaning until you had held him close to your heart

A silence falls like a warm blanket on top of you, his crying ceasing, breath calming as his eyes finally meet yours. There’s a certain embarrassment behind Sanji’s eyes that you still cannot concoct into the correct words to express how it shatters you, all you can say is

“Don’t be ashamed to be human, Sanji” your gaze never wavers from his, speaking every word loud and clear making sure he gets it, and he does

He feels undeserving of such love and care, anyone that has known the both of you could see it in his everyday devotion to you, breaking himself apart for you to feast, being on your call and foot every hour and moment of his days, simply noticing the way he looks at you. Pure adoration he offers you, but now as you walk back to your dorm beside him at almost 3 in the morning, tucking him in your bed his head in your chest as you kiss him good night, he knows adoration is not enough of a word

He loves you

[unformula1]

sun and earth (LS2 x reader)

sun and earth (LS2 x reader)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: you love him. he can’t love you back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: logan sargeant x reader w/c: 1077 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: kinda poorly written but i hope it still makes you cry!! i'll edit it soon. sorry for lack of fics, i've been sick (very). masterlist(read more) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You love Logan. You definitely do.

“You’re such a dickhead.” Logan says as he punches your shoulder gently, but hard enough to cause you to stumble.

“I’ve got a very strong point there!” You regain your balance and punch him back.

“I do not… look like a cat.” He says, his smile growing as he does so.

“You’re literally doing it right now.” 

“I am not.”

“You definitely are. Look at yourself.” You shift to the side so Logan can see himself through the glass panel.

“Okay… well I don’t see it.” Logan crosses his arms, making his chest bulge in a way you would never get over.

“Well…” You stutter slightly, keeping your eye on his chest.

“Well?” He questions, causing you to snap out of your staring.

“I’ll put them side by side, then maybe you’ll see!” You quickly regain your composure.

He scoffs and ruffles your hair which sends a weird chill down your spine, you shiver slightly.

“You know, I think you’re like… the sun in my life.” Logan stuffed his hands into his pockets as he says.

“What a weird analogy.” You comment, scoffing as you do so.

“Shut up. I’m trying to compliment you.” He says, rolling his eyes and punching you on the shoulder.

“Fine. If I’m the sun,” You drag the last word, “Then you are the Earth!”

He raises an eyebrow and gives you a blank stare that screams ‘I don’t know what you just said’.

“You’re pretty, and gorgeous, or something like that.” You say, trying to sound as nonchalant as you can.

“Aw…” He drags the aw and scrunches up his face.

It’s adorable, you’ve never seen anything like it and you don’t think you will. Logan makes your heart flutter in ways you never knew could ever happen. Before him it was always you in charge, but somehow, someway, Logan changed everything.

All of a sudden you were killing to get him to look in your direction and nothing meant more than him smiling at you. You knew you liked him but did he like you back? You didn’t know and you weren’t willing to take any chances.

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“Hello?” Logan’s voice comes from across the phone when he finally picks up your call.

“Hi.” You say back, loud music blasting in the background.

“What’s up?” He asks you, concern rising in his voice.

“I need… uhm… a ride back home.” You reply.

“Send me your location, I’ll be there in 10.” He says.

“Thanks Logs.” You say as you hang up and send over your live location. 

You clutch your phone tightly as you wait outside the door. The party had gotten hectic and chaotic within minutes and you don’t think you have the energy to deal with all of that.

Leaning against the wall, you wait patiently for Logan to come over. 

It takes him about 20 minutes to get here, which felt like forever, but when he pulls up, you waste no time before getting in the car and slamming the door shut. You take a huge sigh of relief as you lean back into the chair.

“Jeez, was it that bad?” He says, driving off.

“Horrible I say.” You sigh loudly as you buckle your seatbelt, “Thanks… for coming to get me.”

“No problem. Sorry I was a little late.”

“Don’t worry, you were- like the 50th person I called.” You admit, leaning back further into the comfort of the chair.

“Really?” He says with a tint of confusion.

“Yea, no one else was free.”

“Damn… glad I could help you out.”

“You’re an amazing friend. Sometimes you feel like my boyfriend.”

What.

What did you just say?

The words that escaped your mouth finally process and your eyes widen as you pray hard Logan doesn’t react too much about the words. 

“What?” He says with a chuckle.

“Nothing.”

“Boyfriend?” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

It’s hot, unbearably so, but you push the blush that wants to surface back down. You take a deep breath and try to quickly diffuse the situation.

“Yea, because you’re- like really close and really protective and all that,” You start rambling, “Not because of- like, romantic or anything, you know?” 

“Mhm…” He says, clearly suspicious.

The next few minutes are awkward, the tension could be sliced with a knife.

“Do you… want me to be anything more than a friend?” Logan breaks the silence.

You shuffle your feet and fiddle with your seatbelt. You know your answer, and you’re pretty sure he does too.

You clear your throat.

“Right…” Logan responds, turning the corner, getting onto the street your apartment was on.

“You know…I have to make quite a lot of sacrifices to be where I am and to maintain that.” He starts.

“Yes, of course, and I don’t want to get in the way of that.” You desperately hope this doesn’t go south.

“And you know how it’s sometimes really hard to make those sacrifices.” He continues.

It’s starting to become draggy.

“Well, I hope you understand, that you and I being friends… is going to have to be one of those. Those hard sacrifices.” Logan says, his tone growing solemn.

“Right… you can’t exactly… be something with me because of… things.” You reply, shuffling your feet more.

“I love you.” Logan says as he pulls up to your apartment.

“But sometimes, I can’t love the people I want to.”

You nod, the tears fighting their way out, streaming down your cheek. You look down, hiding the tears from Logan as he stops to let you exit the car.

“I’m sorry…” Logan says. He doesn’t strike any eye contact and his face is gloomy. He hates that he has to do this and you know that.

“It’s…” You say between the sobs, “Yea no, It’s fine.” 

You don’t make any eye contact as you exit the car. The tears become real and you try your best to wipe them away as you walk into your apartment. Once you’re in the safety of your house you break down. Falling to your knees, you drop everything else and just cry.

It hurts you knowing you could never have Logan.

The Sun and the Earth. The Earth needs the sun for its life, but if it gets too close, it burns; so whether they like it or not, they’ll remain the same distance apart for their entire lives, never being too close to each other.

[ladykettlechips]

Despite what I wrote in my update post, some of my writing mojo has started to return! It's not back completely, but I am currently working on something based on what I think might happen after the scene in s3 where Anthony and Kate talk to Colin about marriage and how it takes work (though Anthony certainly thinks their marriage is easy and it's so damn cute how sulky he gets!

It isn't perfect, but here's a snippet if you want to have read~

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“So you think our marriage is imperfect?”

Stilling her hand, the task of unpinning her hair soon forgotten, Kate huffed out a sigh and turned to look at her husband. There in the doorway he stood, chest puffed out with unwavering pride, though his eyes suggested otherwise; somewhere, etched within the gaze he laid upon his wife, there was a flicker of hurt, of a need to understand.

Gripping the back of her chair tight, Kate quelled the desire to pull her lower lip between her teeth.

“Jaa nu, I simply wanted to—”

“That you find it hard work?”

Kate rolled her eyes. “You are certainly hard work, at times,” she muttered, mostly to herself, and moved to face her dresser, returning to the task of unpinning her hair.

Doing her best to ignore the tiresome man behind her, Kate tried to ignore the thrill that skittered over her skin when she heard Anthony step into the room. She could not still the tremble of her fingers, however, when she took out three more pins, each thick coil of hair growing heavier against her back while the door clicked shut. The scrape of a key turning in its lock seemed faint to her ears, yet it still sent an earnest ripple down her spine.

Swallowing thickly, Kate’s eyes turned downcast when the heavy thud of her husband’s footsteps only grew closer, his silence almost deafening before he finally halted mere inches away from her.

She felt the weight of his hands first, heavy on the back of her chair. Then there was the tickle of his breath against her neck, the gentle brush of his nose upon her skin before he inhaled, pulling from within a low, deep groan. Kate could not help but moan at the sound, her head falling to her shoulder to allow Anthony better access, to take her in like he always did. Her eyelids fluttering closed, Kate leaned back, the gentle caress of her husband so achingly close...

“Tell me, wife,” Anthony began, his voice warm and dangerously low against her ear. “Is our marriage truly so difficult that you must voice such concerns to my brother?”

Kate blinked, looking into the vanity mirror to see her husband’s face. Despite his face being so close to hers, his lips barely pressed against her neck and those eyes so dark even in the candlelight, he seemed quite stern.

“You do dwell on such trivial matters,” she sighed heavily and, with a gentle shake of her head, turned slightly towards Anthony until her cheek was pressed against his, the light scratch of his stubble comforting. “I had simply meant to console him, Anthony. Colin is understandably nervous and it is my belief that, while your parents marriage and our own have been happy ones, it is not always the fairy tale that we have painted it to be.”

“So you find our marriage trivial?”

An exasperated noise came from Kate’s lips and, turning herself to face her husband, placed one hand over his while the other found its way into his hair, her nails scratching soothingly against his scalp.

“Why must you be so… so…”

“Exasperating? Much like our marriage?”

Kate fought the urge to slap him for such cheek. Instead she held his gaze, her eyes narrowing at Anthony’s impertinence.

“Disagreeable, Anthony,” she ground out, the corners of her mouth quickly turning downwards. “You must know that I simply wanted to inform our brother that effort must be made to create a harmonious marriage, one that is not simply based on passion, but also filled with compromise.” Pausing, Kate squeezed his hand beneath hers and said, almost earnestly “A marriage built on a foundation of love, much like our own.”

Her hand slid from Anthony’s hair to cup his jaw, her thumb stroking soothing circles against his cheek. Leaning into her touch, Anthony let out a sigh of his own, his gaze not once leaving Kate’s. Then, the corners of his lips began to curve upwards, sparks of gold dancing in his eyes in the low candlelight.

“So you wish to compromise me, Viscountess?” His voice was teasing and light, his lips barely a breath away from hers. “Even though I can be quite… disagreeable.”

Unable to suppress the shudder that wracked through her body, Kate began to nod, only to shake her head when she felt the slide of Anthony’s palm against her arm.

“Yes,” she whispered, beginning to feel herself lean forward as Anthony’s hand slipped beneath her hair to cup the back of her neck. “No. I mean... What I meant to say is…"

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I wanted some bickering to follow that scene, so here it is... 👀 TEEHEE!

[elgatt0]

@dragkbluire OMG how I love this art, it inspired me to write this lil horror fic :3

I hope you enjoy ^^

Ao3

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Warning for horror

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Legend pov

“A little louder, please. I don’t think the guests below have woken up yet.”

Breathing stops with his agitated footsteps. Cold sweat runs down his spine, and the bastard has the audacity to look at me surprised that I woke up. I could not even sleep to begin with-- a horse with iron hooves is quieter.

“I thought you were sleeping…” I feel my neck crack as I turn my head to face him. My eyes bore into his with all the anger and disbelief that exhaustion allows me. No words need to be said: the “really?!” is so obvious in my eyes that I can almost feel the pride emanating from the old man, even though he is rooms away.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, looking away embarrassed, and returns to sit on the bed on the opposite side of the room. I turn my eyes to the ceiling, silently asking the gods what I did to deserve this. I hear him breathing slowly in a futile attempt to calm down, but I know this moment of peace won’t last. After all, it’s the fifth time he’s done this, and the night has barely begun.

Why so much fuss? Was he worried about others? It would make sense for the damn mother cucco that he is, but I feel like that’s not it. Since we got here, he has not really seemed interested in anyone… not even himself. It was like the smith said-- he seemed a bit off, so much so that he did not even take off his layers to rest. The battle is over…

Or maybe not.

Now it is my turn to breathe to calm down. If I opened my mouth at this moment, nothing good would come out. I close my eyes. The idea of trying to sleep and ignoring everything is tempting, but worry screams in my head and hammers at my heart. I feel like something very bad is going to happen, and the guilt would never let me rest.

A strange silence reigned in the room. Perhaps it had only been a few seconds, but the stagnation of sound distorted time, giving the sensation that hours had passed. I sit up slowly: the creaking of the bed makes time and sound flow again. I don’t look at him, not yet, but I feel like my action has made him uneasy again. But why?

"Rancher…"

"No"

"Common man…"

"It is none of your business…"

“Then I will make it be”

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes once again. My bones ache, my wounds burn, bruises marking both body and soul are my souvenirs from today’s battle. Every movement is slow, every word heavy on my tongue, and the desperation to rest grows stronger, but I can not give up, not yet.

Guided by courage, I slowly turn in bed, placing my feet on the floor, facing him once again. But apparently, he finds the floor more fascinating at the moment.

“Please… no… not now,” my mood sours as usual. I think about responding, but I realize that these words were not directed at me. It is as if he is talking to himself, begging… for something… or someone. Once again, I am not here, not for him.

A wave of worry extinguishes the flames of exhaustion. He is not well, and I do not know how to help. I am not good at comforting people… My words are deaf to him... it is agonizing. I feel useless, and my heroic nature hates that. I want to comfort him with my touch, but a primitive instinct warns me: stay away. The only thing I can do now is wait, an uncertain and painful wait, as I watch my companion, my brother, succumb to the darkness in his mind.

I should get off my ass and go warn the others...it is the right thing to do, yes. The champion knows him better than I do, they have a story… or will have one? Time travel be damned.

"I-"

Creaks, whispers, and growls put me in a stupor, freezing my eyes on the rancher in front of me… or what should be him:

Embracing himself, nails cruelly dug into his arms, the crack of breaking bones harmonized in horror with the grinding of teeth that no longer seemed Hylian.

Black pulses emanated, taking with them the blood and soul, turning the skin pale, stealing the light that once had lived there.

The bones ripped through the skin, becoming more prominent, demonic, the thin line between man and beast slowly disappeared before me.

His empty eyes stared into mine, full of despair.

He finally gets up, his steps silent and calculated, in contrast to the heavy and noisy ones from before.

Slowly he advances, his eyes never leaving me, the melodic and morbid whispers getting louder the closer he gets. The temperature drops, my breathing becomes heavy, and the whispers are now deafening. I can not move…

Is cold…

Stop…

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please…

someone…

help…me…

The mention of a smile is the last thing registered in my mind before I fall into darkness.

[10holmes]

It is done.

Synopsis:

SVSSS meets 2ha/Erha and make it LiuJiu.

An angsty exploration of Shen Jiu's character and the painful ordeal of being known and learning to trust, with a hopeful ending for LiuJiu.

Tags:

Angst with a Happy Ending ; Misunderstandings ; Hurt + Comfort ; Open & Hopeful Ending ; Enemies to Lovers speed run ; Rivals to Lovers ; Shen Jiu just needs a hug

Sneak Peak Snippet:

Unable to mask and swallow down his displeasure and irritation (and sadness), Shěn Qīngqiū now addressed Liǔ Qīnggē with scornful bitterness (…maybe being a little too unfairly pissed off at him, considering Yuè Qīngyuán actually deserved most of his anger… but, as so often, Shěn Qīngqiū just failed to properly reign in his temper…).

“Well, look who’s finally decided to grace us with his presence! Not that I expected you brute to be punctual…” he, thus, sneered at the Bǎi Zhàn peak lord in lieu of a greeting.

The other just scoffed in reply, sending the scholar a hateful glare right back: “I don’t take criticism from one that is still vain enough to waste qi because he’s concerned about his delicate face in the middle of a fight… What a joke…”

Had Shěn Qīngqiū had his fan in hand, he would have probably cracked its spine in quiet rage at the man’s words (and yet again complete misinterpretation of the matter…).

This absolutely moronic condescending prick! What did he even know!!

… nothing of course… and with Shěn Qīngqiū unable to explain himself, without revealing his shameful background, he had to let the slight stand… merely narrowing his eyes and sending the other peak lord the deathliest death glare he could manage, before spitting at him venomously: “What is the point of you being here anyway? I am almost finished, as you can see, so your help is not needed any longer… Why don’t you just go back to your peak again and leave me be? No need to force yourself to stand my vain presence and for me to have to abide your pea brain…”

The brute had the guts to actually laugh humourlessly at that – or more specifically at him: “Trust me, I’d also much rather be anywhere else than here, but the sect leader’s command was clear… And I do actually follow the tasks and missions I’m given instead of using them to slack off somewhere else…”

These next words hit Shěn Qīngqiū as if the brute had taken his Cheng Luan and impaled him with it… and then given the blade another good painful twist for good measure, before ripping it back out again…

The false unjustified accusation made Shěn Qīngqiū swallow bitter bile. He felt the urge to retort something to defend himself now… even though he knew he had only himself to blame for letting the man and his Qī-ge believe that he had truly used the pretence of going on a mission to instead debauch himself in lecherous sexual acts, while people were left to suffer…

(…although he had been meaning to go on said mission right after stabilizing his core… specifically even had chosen a mission that didn’t seem that dire yet and allowed for some breathing room and a low possibility of things growing worrisome, while Shěn Qīngqiū was shortly indisposed…)

Of course, Shěn Qīngqiū ultimately couldn’t say anything in his defence and had to, yet again, merely grit his teeth and take the insult, damning himself further in the eyes of his shidi and fellow peak lord by not disagreeing…

“Get lost.” Was the only barbed reply the, for once witless, scholar finally came up with, before unceremoniously turning away from the Bǎi Zhàn peak lord to, at last, dedicate all his focus to the still very much visible, wide-open dimensional tear… adamantly staring at the bright qi in front of him without blinking… burning away the furious tears that had suddenly stupidly enough started to rise to his eyes unbidden...

[sweet-s0rr0w]

hello, might you have any excerpts to share, either something new or a beloved passage of an old fic?

Hello lovely kind person, and thank you so much for messaging me!! Now this ask was sent during the Great AO3 Outage which means that I am drastically late with it, and I am afraid I don't have anything to new share at present (I've just started working on a longfic, which if the stars align I might submit for a fest next summer, so I can't post an excerpt on here), BUT I was just talking to @sitp-recs about the three fics I've written this year, and how I think that I'm finally getting more comfortable at writing smut, so in celebration of that I'm going to offer up a porny little snippet from my Dronarry fest fic, Silhouettes.

(for context, the fic is established Ron/Harry)

“What,” Ron says to Draco, letting his chin rest on Harry’s shoulder, “have you changed your mind, then?”

Draco steps into the room, eyes flashing and – it’s amazing, Harry thinks, how well Ron understands Draco, how cleverly he lays down a challenge, appealing to Draco’s deep-rooted need for approval. Draco’s gaze meets Harry’s, lingering for a second, then drops lower – lighting on Ron’s hand, the covetous way it’s splayed across Harry’s stomach – then lower, and lower still.

“Fuck,” Draco breathes, and for a split second Harry wants to run, wants to cover himself – damn, it’s been so long – but Ron’s arm just tightens around him, holding him in place as though for Draco to drink his fill. Harry knows he’s blushing under the scrutiny, but he can feel his cock responding all the same.

“Undress him,” Ron tells Harry, nodding at Draco, who steps forwards wordlessly, unfolding his arms so Harry can comply. Harry’s hands feel heavy, his movements clumsy – and grow clumsier still when Ron begins toying with his nipples, one and then the other, tweaking them hard enough to make Harry cry out. Ron presses his body up tight against Harry’s, cock full and insistent against the small of Harry’s back, and now Harry’s dragging Draco’s belt from its loops, tossing it aside, desperate to get his hands back on Draco’s skin. The first brush of Harry’s fingers beneath his waistband has Draco jerking forwards, Harry’s cock smearing precome all over the front of his expensive trousers, and it’s too much already, Harry thinks, driven almost out of his mind, liquid want in Ron’s arms.

When he’s finished exposing the evidence of Draco’s desire, Harry reaches out, running a finger along his collarbone, pressing his hand over the flush that’s bleeding slowly down his torso. But when he leans forwards, eyes fixed on Draco’s lips once more, Ron’s hand is firm against his chest.

“On the bed, Malfoy,” Ron says.

“Sod off, Weasel,” Draco mumbles, but he obeys all the same, sprawling back atop their duvet: a tableau he’s well acquainted with, except this time Ron’s standing behind him, and Draco’s turning his face into Ron’s pillow, inhaling deeply, and it’s so fucking hot that Harry can hardly breathe.

“Now you,” Ron tells him, applying just a hint of pressure to the curve of Harry’s spine. He climbs onto the bed until Draco’s laid out beneath him, lean and elegant, uncharacteristically defenceless.

“Good idea, d’you reckon, Harry?” Ron says, joining them on the bed. His voice is teasing, pitched easily loud enough for Draco to hear, and Harry can only groan in response, mind a roaring confusion, leaning forwards to fan his hands out over Draco’s stomach.

[ellayuki]

we're all made of glitter and nightmares (and baby, we thrive)

Tsubasa Chronicle Month 2023

- Day 8: OTP

~

“You know, I never really thought I was worth anything, be it time, or effort, or the trouble, especially where anyone’s feelings were concerned,” Fai says one evening, back against Kurogane’s chest, head leaning against Kurogane’s good shoulder, eyes up on the glimmering stars. It's a clear, warm evening, and the alcohol is sweet, and Kurogane’s presence at his back (his presence in Fai’s life) is the most comforting thing he’s felt in his long, tiring life. “I still don’t, some days.”

“I guess everybody has moments of self-doubt throughout their lives,” Kurogane says, nosing softly at the hair above Fai's ear. It sends a pleasant, familiar shiver down Fai's spine. "Though you're an idiot if you think you're not loved for just being you."

Fai laughs, a soft little chuckle that he can't control and sees no reason to suppress. "Oh, I know how loved I am, Kuro-sama. I do. After everything, I'd be blind and foolish not to." It took time, and it took a sacrifice that still takes Fai's breath away when he remembers those last moments in Celes. 

Yes, Fai knows how loved he is, by his husband, by their children, even by the people here in Nihon who've welcomed him and accepted him with open arms and open hearts. 

It's just that…

He still has bad days, when he wakes up from nightmares or memory-dreams, when he can't help the darkness that encroaches upon his thoughts. Those days he wonders if maybe it would have been better for everyone if he just disappeared, or if he'd died in that valley. Perhaps the kids would have suffered less. Perhaps Kurogane would not have had to take a sword to his own arm. Perhaps his brother would have had a long, joyous life, had Fai, had Yuui never existed.

He's too much trouble, he believes on those dark days. Too much. 

But.

"But no matter how awful the thoughts, how deep the darkness, Kuro-sama always manages to pull me back from the edge, to keep me from losing myself." He turns his head, presses his forehead to Kurogane's jaw. "You make me feel like maybe I'm worth the trouble. If only just a bit." You make me want to live, more than anything and anyone else.

Kurogane's embrace grows tighter then, and for a second, Fai wonders if he's said that last part out loud. But then Kurogane huffs, and it sounds both exasperated and deeply fond (and Fai loves that sound, loves that he can read through it and understand it). "You're worth it to me, you damn fool. Get it through your thick skull. You're more than worth it to me. Don't ever doubt that."

[yukihirata]

Night Terrors

This evil is not governed by the rules of man. No, it takes its pleasure in creating terror through total chaos.

(The following contains subject material that may be triggering to some. Themes included are graphic and intense violence and horrific imagery. Read at your own discretion.)

(Recommended listening: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLs1HqEzGO8Sf34KtmQGg3rKrfsbbavjw2&si=K968R9p804YBFiMd )

Yuki didn’t know where she was. A vast void stretched out and around her, a thick fog looming in the distance. She could hear the faint whispers of other people nearby, but couldn’t make out what they were saying, or where the voices were coming from. Her feet were submerged in roughly four inches of ice cold water, perched on a slick surface similar to marble.

A chill ran up her spine as she looked around her surroundings, seeing nothing but fog and darkness. She thought she saw a pair of eyes, reflecting in the dark like a cat hiding in the shadows. But when she tried looking at where the flash had come from, all she saw was more fog.

“Hello? Is anyone out there?” Yuki called out, cupping her hands around her mouth in a feeble attempt to amplify her voice.

Silence was her answer.

And so, seeing no other alternative, Yuki started walking in a random direction. She slipped on the first step and nearly fell over, pinwheeling her arms in the air to regain her balance. From that point on the Raen was careful with how quickly she was moving, barely moving at a snail’s pace. Yuki brought her arms up and hugged herself, the cold water starting to affect more than just her feet.

Yuki walked for what felt like days. Despite this she did not grow hungry nor tired. However, she was thirsty. But, the only source of water was the stuff she was walking through. That could be anything but water. So, Yuki ignored her thirst and kept moving, changing direction at random in an attempt to find an exit to the void.

“HELLO!” she called out again, panic seeping into her voice. “Is anyone out there?!”

“Yuki,” a voice said from behind her.

A scream slipped through Yuki’s careful demeanor and she spun around, arms raised up in a defensive gesture. Standing there was an odd looking stone with a person frozen in it. The person’s arms and legs stuck our at odd angles, its face barely visible. A pair of silver eyes looked down at Yuki with indifference.

“Oh my god,” Yuki gasped as she took an unwilling step backward purely out of fear.

“So, here I am,” the person said, sounding as if two people were speaking in complete unison. “And there you are.”

“What are you?”

“I was once what you called a god,” the person said, an unfriendly smile spreading across their lips.

“Once? What does that make you now? Why do you change forms every time we encounter you? What’s your endgame?”

“Ahhhh, see, you ask the right questions,” the voices said with a cold chuckle. “The others always demand I stop, never asking why or who. But you… You value the power of words.”

“My family has always valued the power of words,” Yuki said, lifting her chin in defiance. “Is there any chance at peace with you?”

The person just laughed, and so did everything around them. The voices appeared out of thin air, all laughing and screaming as one. Their cries carried out into the void, perfectly imitating the noises the stone person was making.

“Do you hear them, the whispers of the damned?” the person asked Yuki, glaring down at her with a wicked smile plastered across its face.

“Is that what they are, people trapped here in this void?” Yuki asked, swallowing down her fear, reaching deep and finding comfort in her courage.

“You are a smart one,” the voices said, sounding oddly proud. “Go on, keep asking questions.”

“What do you want from us? Why are you tormenting me and my friends?”

“Is that what they are to you, friends? Kallard is a man who stumbled into your life, caked in blood and regret. Are you even aware of the person that he is? Why don’t you ask him about how many people he’s killed and why they had to die. I am sure you will hear things that will make you regret taking that man in. “And the others, that ragtag group of ‘heroes’? They are nothing. Pigs for the slaughter. They have served their purpose, a purpose that led me to you. Think back, two years ago, what happened to you, Yuki?”

“What do you mean?” Yuki asked, confusion seeping into her voice. She then thought back, going back in time two years.

Yuki had just set out on her journey, traveling Hingashi on her own. The first night after setting off, she awoke the following morning outside Kugane. She had completed a several week long trek in just eight hours. How was such a thing possible? Wouldn’t she remember why she was there?

“Wait, hold on, I remember now. It’s almost as if I tried to forget… But I saw another of you. A Hyur woman with white hair. She was doing the same thing you are, messing with the undead and creating abominations to torment those around you.”

“Ahhhh, yes, you do remember.”

“What is it you are trying to say?” Yuki demanded.

“That was me, but not me. You see, like you and Kallard I took have counterparts spread across the nigh infinite realities. The part of me you saw two years ago had originated from your word, a creature born of hate. Tell me, girl, where is the other part?”

“I don’t know! I barely remember what you’re talking about! It’s almost as if it was me, but not me. Like a counterpart! These memories aren’t mine, but of a copy of me from a different reality!”

The person trapped in the stone laughed.

“You’re putting together a puzzle not even Genedara could solve. Just goes to show that you can be a genius and still be fucking stupid at the same time.”

“Don’t you talk bad about her! Gene’s a good woman!”

“Is she? Why don’t you ask her about the war. Ask her about her children,” the voices said, amused by the wits of this young woman.

“I would never ask such a question,” Yuki said, frowning as she took a step back. Clearly this conversation was going nowhere and she wanted out. “Please, let me wake up from this nightmare.”

Again, the person and the voices laughed.

“You even know you’re dreaming! So impressive. You put all of your counterparts to shame.”

“Please, just let me know. I’ll talk to the others and get them to back down, just please, leave us alone.”

“He will do no such thing, girl,” a woman’s voice said from behind Yuki.

Suddenly, the Raen was seized by the head, two hands clamped down on either side of her temples. Long nails dug into her scalp, beads of blood oozing from the fresh wounds, giving Yuki’s hair a crimson sheen. She tried to turn around but whoever was holding her was much stronger than she was, keeping her held firmly in place.

“Let me kill her,” the woman told the statue. “Let me end this cunt.”

“No,” the voices said, cold silver eyes never leaving Yuki’s form. “Bring her closer. I wish to show her the fate of all her counterparts.”

Whoever had a grip on Yuki’s head roughly shoved her towards the statue, never letting the girl go. The woman continued to push her until the Raen was within touching range of the statue. Both of its pale arms lifted up and took hold of Yuki’s head, holding it gently. One of the hands slid back on the right side of her head, pulling her black hair back to reveal the girl’s bloody scalp.

Then, it felt as if someone had stuck a dozen razor blades into her brain and gave it a good shake. She screamed in pain, legs giving out from beneath her. But the statue’s grip was stronger than she was, preventing her from falling down. It continued to hold onto her as the pain grew worse. Yuki’s nose started to bleed and a black substance had started running out of her ears.

She was shown one of her counterparts, standing in a ship more advanced than Kallard’s, wearing clothing alien to her. She held in her hand a sword, but not a physical one. The blade was composed entirely of what looked like light and plasma. The counterpart said something in a language Yuki had never heard before and pointed her sword at the counterpart. A fight broke out and in just a single stroke Yuki’s counterpart had lost her head and the hand holding the weird sword.

The image changed once more, this time showing another Raen Yuki. This time however, the counterpart was surrounded on all sides by hungry undead. She held in her hand the scabbard for her sword, but not the sword itself. It was somewhere out of reach, behind the crowd of zombies. The walking corpses all moved at once, closing in on the girl and grabbing at her. They tore off chunks of flesh, shoving it into their mouths and chewing loudly. One of the undead bit down on the counterpart’s neck, causing a jet of blood to spray out into the air, covering some of the undead in crimson.

While the zombies tore apart and ate her counterpart, Yuki was shown yet another one. This time she as facing down a tall creature with black skin and an elongated head without eyes. Silver teeth coated in a thick saliva parted and a second, smaller mouth shot forward and ripped a chunk of flesh off the counter part. The black thing brought it’s head closer to Yuki and punched her with its second mouth, each time causing more and more damage. The counterpart collapsed to the ground, the creature following her down. Its sharp claws tore her flesh from bone, sending globs of flesh and blood in every direction. During all of this, all the counterpart could do was scream.

A pair of naked bodies hovered in the air in front of a fourth counterpart, looking vaguely like her parents. She watched in horror as their flesh was ripped clean off their bodies, exposing the muscles and nerves underneath. The bodies hit the ground like sacks of potatoes, writhing in the dirt as they bled to death, their screams forever etched into Yuki’s memory.

“Please… Stop…” Yuki gasped as she watched a fifth counterpart die another horrible, bloody death.

“No,” the statue said, grinning down at Yuki. “I’m not done.”

This time Yuki was shown her world from a distance, hovering in space like a marble suspended in air. Her eyes went wide at the beautiful sight, taking in all the details only visible from space. She could see Hingashi off in the distance, Kugane a shining bright light visible from miles above. The brief moment of peace was suddenly ended as the world exploded, chunks of earth flying out in every direction, slamming into the moon and destroying it too. Next the sun went supernova and expanded, destroying everything in its path.

Yuki watched in growing horror as world after world exploded, each one housing a different counterpart. It felt as if there were billions of herself, and each one had met a violent fate when she crossed paths with this monster. But not her, she wouldn’t succumb to its evil ways.

No, not her. Not today.

But the statue had other plans. People started to emerge from the fog, their bodies in varying states of decay. Some of them were missing entire seconds of their heads, their gray brains visible to the naked eye. The undead shambled forward, some of them groaning as they stumbled towards Yuki. Once they drew closer their hands reached out and grabbed her, the hunger visible in their dead eyes. One of them drew closer and sunk her teeth into Yuki’s shoulder, forcing the girl to scream in pain.

More of the undead started taking hold of the Raen, holding her in place while the others tore her apart, bit by bit. Her breasts were ripped off her chest and eaten by a particularly decayed man. She screamed and screamed until she couldn’t scream anymore, her voice nothing more than a whisper. Chunks of skin and muscle and sinew were torn free, either to be eaten or discarded like trash. It didn’t take long for the undead to completely rip Yuki apart, and in just a few minutes she was reduced to a pile of bones and assorted vital organs. Long ropes of intestines had large chunks ripped out, the partially digested food visible within. It felt as if she was on fire, a feeling that wouldn’t make sense given her recently deceased state. She prayed that the dream would come to an end so that this pain would end.

But it just went on and on. The seconds turned to minutes, which became hours and then days spent in complete agony. What was left of her body was slick with blood and littered with bite marks. Some of the zombies had started sucking the bone marrow after snapping her bones like pencils. It didn’t matter how little of a body she had, Yuki felt everything. Every little prick was like torture, sending waves of pain crashing into her consciousness until it became unbearable.

Her screams carried out across the void, and all the while, He stood over her, smiling.

------

Yuki awoke with a start. Her eyes popped up and she shot up in bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart pounded in her chest. She looked around, finding herself in her bed in her apartment. Jaxon was asleep on the sofa as usual, Kallard sprawled out on a comfortable looking futon. While she couldn’t see her, Lila was sound asleep in her own bed, hopefully having sweet dreams.

Looking up at the clock mounted on her wall, Yuki could tell it hadn’t been more than a couple hours since she had fallen asleep. The Raen sighed and buried her face into her hands, frustrated that she had yet another sleepless night. Is this what it was like for Kallard? How did he manage to get any sleep with all these horrible nightmares?

She looked over at Kallard and smiled, pulling her knees close to her chest. Her arms were then wrapped around her legs, hugging them close. Yuki yawned quietly and rested her head on her knees, watching the two men sleep. She longed for the embrace of her bed, but was now too scared to fall back asleep any time soon.

Yuki tossed aside her blankets and slid out of bed. She walked over to where Kallard was sleeping and silently lowered herself down. The Garlean mumbled something in his sleep as Yuki got comfortable next to him, curling up and resting her head on his chest. She had found the action to be comforting, hearing the soft thumps of her friend’s heart.

By now, Kallard was used to waking up and finding Yuki next to him. He didn’t seem to mind the girl cuddling up against him, probably having been to scared to fall asleep on her own. She hoped that this wouldn’t change, as she had no one else to turn to for emotional comfort. For the first time in her life, Yuki wished she had a romantic partner and to melt in their arms, allowing her troubles to be forgotten for a spell. For now, Kallard would have to suffice, whether he liked it or not. Yuki had already done so much for him, a few cuddles was a price he was more than happy to pay.

Eventually Yuki fell back asleep, her mind going back to all the horrible things she saw, only to wake back up covered in cold sweat. So much for sleeping through the night. With a sigh Yuki got up and strode into the kitchen and lit the oven. If she couldn’t sleep, she might as well get started on the day’s cooking.

She prayed for a good day and to forget the horrible night terror. She deserved that, didn’t she?

[rockerb0y]

     ❝  as much of a chance as a one-legged guy has at winnin' an ass-kicking contest but hey, don't let that stop you. if you've got such an insatiable hankerin' for my  sloppy seconds,  got my blessing to give it the old college try. over at the afterlife, getting your balls publicly busted by rogue is practically a rite of passage so far be it from me to deny you of that. the regulars don't mind a show — more  bang  for their buck, really.  ❞

     ACIDITY  bled through the cracks of seasoned sangfroid, inwardly envenomed by her name's targeted mention as lidded stare held with steadfast focus. limerence for rogue had long since receded into comfortable  amity  yet neither lacked the will to meaningfully sever attachment. unequivocally was he certain that she still spoke of him in the same manner: callous and paired with vituperative affront to mask persevering bias. regardless of their  unamicable  separation years ago, enough familiarity existed between the two of them to conduct an educated assessment on rogue's taste in partners on her behalf and corporates seldom enticed her  consummate  palette; rogue's standards may have questionable on occasion but never to an  inexpiable  extent.

          she was damn lucky to have him in her corner.

     ❝  endgame's gonna happen with or without me, choom.  i'm just flint for the fire. want people to know that 'saka isn't as indestructible as it seems, that megacorps can still bleed like the rest of us. they need  you,  not the other way around. the more people wise up to that, the closer we get to a systemic overhaul. the masses have a right to know what's at stake and who they're fightin' this war for — or fuck it, maybe i  am  doing all this simply 'cause i like the sound of my own voice. either or, maybe both. dealer's choice.  ❞

     whiskey glass lifted pointedly towards his corporate counterpart before a mouthful of smoky amber conquered thirst, thin wisps of cigarette smoke twining and coiling into themselves during cursory interlude. denunciation of his temerarious disposition and methods was expected and while the screamsheets were repeat offenders with their  inculpatory  smear tactics, an in-person confrontation boasted a certain  intimacy  which couldn't quite be replicated in text. provocation and mutual pillory fueled engagement and fortified attention proper, far more than  unreciprocated  derision ever could.

     ❝  got some good news for you, though. not too late to switch sides. you can chalk it up to entertainment, morbid interest, or something else entirely — don't give a shit, whatever tickles your taint. fact is, your eyes are on me and  something's  sticking if you're here to pick my brain. you know i'm not just spinnin' my wheels. arasaka won't twice about taking you out to pasture after they've squeezed you dry of all value, tenure be damned. no severance to pay if the body's cold and  guarantee  that they'll come to collect.  ❞   tautly between index and middle finger did the cigarette remain captive, even as paired digits motioned towards the other to accentuate outspoken evaluation.   ❝  you're a tax write-off, an asset which isn't paid to think for itself or have any kind of identity. they  own  you, in life and in death —  that's  the fine print on your contract,  that's  what happens when you hand them the leash. it's  your  endgame until you grow a spine and bare your teeth.  ❞

     lungs swelled with a prolonged inhale which further  deteriorated  nicotine supply, more ash joining the tray's plentiful pile as it was tapped loose. not unlike his patron, his own cigarette was tragically nearing its end but its quietus was detained by a desire to first deliver appraisal's denouement; a replacement had already been passingly contemplated.

    ❝  won't get a  christmas bonus  for sniffin' around the rubble when it all comes crashing down — figuratively speaking, that is. maybe you ought'a think long and hard about whether you're genuinely  satisfied with how things are and why. tell you this much, most  purebred  corpos don't seek me out to play a round of twenty questions or offer up a cig in good faith. should consider what that says about you.  ❞

the cherry at the tip of his cigarette flared a bright, angry red, mirroring the mocking glint in his spheres, his structure finding repose once he leaned back. the insurgent's swagger, that effortless rebellion laced with bitterness, was as loud as the city's ever-present hum outside, yet it never failed to amuse ryker. ❝ expense it? hell, johnny, you act like i didn't already file that under 'corporate entertainment' last quarter. ❞ his tiers curled into a sardonic grin, the kind that spoke of an arrogant amusement more than any real sting. ❝ let the execs think i'm winin' and dinin' some foreign dignitary. you? ❞ he flicked his cigarette, ashes falling into the pristine ashtray betwixt them, his gaze, however, naught but cemented on the other. ❝ yourre just the sideshow. the flavour of the night. ❞ he let his words simmer for a moment, the smirk never leaving his lineaments. they both shared a recklessness that was almost innate... but ryker himself used it to scoff at from his tower, back when he was drowning in corpo luxury and blinded by his own ambition. now, however? he saw the cracks in the system. the rot. and johnny, with all his rebellious bravado, was starting to look more like the antidote to a poisoned world than the joke he used to be in ryker's mind.

❝ what am i hoping to get outta this? mhm, silverhand... maybe... i'm here for the entertainment value, pure and simple. watching you tilt at windmills is like my favourite late-night show: tragic, but entertaining. though, i mean... if your band ain't working and you need extra cash... well, we can always discuss other options. ain't using my hand when i can have another. ❞ he paused, the cigarette hanging loosely betwixt his digits whilst his smirk hardened, almost predatory in its amusement. ❝ besides, we both know you're the one who's always on the clock, even when you don't want to admit it. got that rebel brand to protect, don't ya? can't let the world forget that you're the big bad rocker boy who'll take down the system one power chord at a time. ❞ he gestured vaguely, his cigarette tracing an invisible arc through the air, mocking the grandiosity of johnny's cause. ❝ just curious about your next move... i'm a great listener, you know? ❞

but even whilst he mocked, there was a flicker of something else in his gaze ⸻ respect, buried deep beneath the layers of sarcasm and cynicism. because no matter how much he taunted johnny, no matter how much he enjoyed poking at the cracks in his armour, ryker could not deny that he had guts. the kind of guts that had started to appeal to ryker more than the cold, calculated world of corpo backstabbing ever had. he had spent so long playing the corpo game, bending to the system's will whilst pretending he was in control. seeing johnny, someone who refused to bow, ryker could not help but feel a flicker of… what? envy? mayhap. ❝ let's be real... you're not just in this for shits and giggles. you're not just throwing Molotovs 'cause you like watching the flames. you've got a plan. a real one. ❞ he crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, leaning forward slightly. ❝ would you like to share with your old friend what's your endgame? ❞ for once, ryker was not mocking. he was not taunting. he genuinely wanted to know. because if there was one thing ryker had learned from his time in the corpo world, it was that everyone had an agenda. everyone had an angle. ❝ i've spent so much time in afterlife to hear your name everywhere... and rogue, oh... damn, you think i might have a chance with her? ❞ and there he was, with jest crawling in, if only to stir the fire.

[z3nitsusgf]

So mean -!

Pairing: Albedo x reader

Warnings: fingering, spit, edging, slapping, pinching, mean albedo, lots of overstim, squirting

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: @euphorica shawty bae requested dom albedo and I wanted to deliver <3

Albedo is a patient man. Always one to give people another chance, and he’s so sweet about it. Many people claim so, and he believes it as well. He’s quite reserved and kind, he’s fond of children and is often playful. Albedo is nothing but a beautiful respectful man. And it would be a shame to take advantage of that.

So why do you have to push him to his limit? Why do you push open his lab door and interrupt him while he’s mixing potions and crafting material, ones that he’s told you are dangerous and he doesn’t want exposed to you? “Hello my love, what are you doing in here?” He’s trying to be sweet, see what you need before he’s pushing you out the door. And you just brush him off, skipping past him.

You’re making yourself comfortable in his workspace, dress hiked up so he can see you aren’t wearing the panties he chose for you this morning. He’s huffing, trying to ignore you, ignore the way you lean over his bench and shove your tits in his face, “M’ bored Bedo.” You whine, tugging on his sleeve. And his eye twitches, “I’m sorry beloved, but I am quite busy with work. Why don’t you grab some sweet flowers for me, huh?” He’s letting you off easy you think, trying to nudge you away so that you won’t disturb him.

But you’re achey, and you miss him. And he’s always cooped up in here or far away scoping the lands for slimes. People always tug him away because they need his help and you hate it. You tsk, pout forming on your mouth. Plushy lips pushed out as you look up at him through your lashes, “Don’t wanna, wanna stay here with you.” You coo, leaning forward to press your tits to the side of his arm, grazing your fingers over the growing tent in his pants. “Wanna play with you.” You lave over his earlobe, biting down gently as you kiss and suck under his jaw. Albedo takes in a big inhale, feeling your plushy chest envelope his arm, he’s gripping the bottle neck with pinched fingers, careful not to spill any. It is a precious sample after all.

He sighs at the feeling of your tongue lapping at his skin, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “You’re so needy.” He grumbles, the tightening in his pants doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you, and your hands squeeze and tug at the bulge. And he’s wrapping a hand around your wrist, “Keep your paws off me while we’re in here lovely, else I’ll have to punish you.” He’s warning, tone seeping with a dark edge. You smile, biting down on his neck hard and he’s jerking. Knows that you’re being a brat because you’re desperate for his attention. “You always come in here while I work, I think it’s time to teach you a lesson, my love.”

It sends shivers down your spine, head cloudy with all the thoughts of what he’s going to do. Albedo sets down the bottle, turning and grabbing you by your arms. Pressing rushed sloppy kisses over your mouth, shoving his tongue in and licking the soft inside of your cheeks. You’re panting, smiling in victory. But he’s going to wipe the smile off your face.

Albedo can be mean when he’s pushed to be. And gods do you push him to be cruel. So he’s bending you over his lap and playing with your pussy till it drips down his wrist. “Always distracting me while I work.” He sighs, “My needy whore always needing me to play with her cunt, huh?” Cooing, never actually pushing his fingers in, just pinching and petting the outside. And it makes you cry, needy beyond belief because he keeps you there, wet drippy cunt on display as he hooks your wrists with one hand and lets you squirm on his lap. You can feel his hard bugle digging into your stomach, and it makes you even messier. You’re so damn lucky Sucrose or Kaeya aren’t there.

He’s spreading your lips with two fingers, admiring your pulsing clit and leaky wet slick that coats your cunt. Watching how you throb around nothing, hole achey and puffy. Albedo leaning down to spit a glob of saliva on your twitching pearly nub. Watching you cry and try to jerk forward. He’s got a mean grip on your thigh, squeezing the soft plush till your leg jumps and you squeak, likes to see how the soft skin smushes between his fingers. “Look at ya, so slutty.” Runs his palm over your lips in small circles, so lightly you hardly feel it, but you can feel the calloused skin that rubs you raw and it makes tears water up in your eyes.

“Please, bedo,” You whine, shaking your hips to get him to shove his fingers inside, “-hurts.” You say, pout on your mouth and he can hear the shakey breath as he runs a hand down your wet pussy. He’s cooing, “It hurts? Poor baby, maybe if you weren’t such a desperate whore then I’d finger your cunt.” He tsks, mockingly with a light tone that makes your head spine.

He’s laughing at you, how pathetic and desperate you look. Head drooped with sniffles leaving your nose, decides he wants to be mean today. Truly his work didn’t matter, just a few hydro slimes he was testing - nothing he hasn’t already done. But he wants to see you break, and so he cracks a hand down on your ass. It ripples harshly over and makes you squeal, struggling in his grip. “M’sorry! M’sorry, won’t do it again! Please-“ You apologize, voice cracking as you beg him to give you reprieve. And Albedo is patient, he’s not so easily swayed. But with you- he can’t help but indulge.

“Aww, baby, s’okay. No need to cry.” He abuses you, worming three fingers unexpectedly into your cunt. Watches you gasp and jerk your hips at the stretch. “Bedo! S’too much!” He’s rubbing your walls, feeling the silky gooey flesh on the pads of his fingers. Groaning at how your juices spritz all over his wrist. Scissoring his digits, spreading them wide inside you till your legs shake from the burn. You’re panting like a dog, drippy and so dazed he can practically picture your face.

“Gone stupid already?” He mocks, tone so syrupy sweet that it’s rotten. And he’s hooking his fingers up, it makes you gasp, they’re incredibly deep and he’s making sure to pound that spot that makes you cream the fastest. “Hah~ albedo, feels good.”Drooling as you clamp on his fingers, he’s making you cum. But you choke on your own spit when he doesn’t stop. Pinching your cheeks and pounding slick fingers in and out of your overstimulated hole.

“Isn’t this what you wanted baby? Begged me to play with you, now you’re cryin.” He tsks, faux disappointment lacing his tongue, cracking one-two-three hard smacks down on your ass and grinding the tips of his digits onto that spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. It’s quite amazing how quickly he brings you to another orgasm after so quickly cumming on his fingers.

Pumping his digits with a ferocity you didn’t know he possessed, you feel your tummy clench in spasms. “Hah, Bedo! Albedo, cumin’ gonna cum-!” You cry, gushing over his lap, leaking down to his thighs and he groans looking at your pulsing hole. Arms thrashing in his grip and legs trembling. You’re panting, and he’s chuckling. Your eyes go wide when you feel him pet your wet thighs, jerking in his hold.

“Oh baby, did you think I was done?” He mocks, “No, no, no - we’re only just getting started.”

You’re starting to regret bothering him while he was working.

[loversdelusions]

Villain Deku if not maybe mafia Katsuki au where he falls for his favourite waitress who works at his favourite bar or cafe?

♡ Villain Deku: Café ♡

Hurt/comfort(?)

TW: Blood, injury.

Ask pt 2: Mafia Katsuki

I will do Mafia Katsuki Later. I am sorry if this is a bit disjointed I wrote half of it a few months back but could only finish it now. I'll get back into my flow in a bit. I might rewrite it later.

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It was Eden. How else could one describe it? Walking through your garden, laughter, cute awkward dates s the exquisite smell of fresh baked goods, and of course, most importantly, Coffee. It was not only you, everybody flocked to your Eden because of its life, because of all of the happiness that envelops everything this café creates.

Even now, in your haven, you could feel the familiar snake, slither through its grace, around your legs and beneath you. Crawl up your spine in nerves, discomfort flooding your muscles.

No... No, it was nothing short of danger. It was those damned green eyes again. They followed your every move. As if you were those files he studied daily in your Eden. Yet he sat there, empty-handed, dressed in casual clothes.

You didn't like that you'd have to take his order. A sigh was all it took before you shuffled your feet to where he sat; the strange feeling growing in you as you approached. You didn't miss the way his eyes roved your body as if you were the special cobbler you had baked earlier today. Butterflies growing in your belly, you tried snapping the notepad loudly to rudely awaken him from his thoughts, even though you knew his heated gaze had never left you ever since he had taken a liking to your establishment. Though this wasn't such a subtle look like you were used to.

"Sorry for the busyness of the café today," Your sharp sigh moulded into soft modesty, attempting to excuse your lateness. "The usual?"

His eyes had trailed down to his fingers, which toyed with the metal links holding his rings together in a web, gazed at you with a tilted head. The quiet stare allows sweat to condense onto your neck, the lack of response unnerving you a tad bit more than usual. He wasn't a very quiet man, usually. He was a smiley person, but this... Strange.

He was usual, and he'd always been a bit cartoonish with his exaggerations, and dramatic hand gestures. You found his childishness quite charming in the middle of the chaos of such a busy workplace, there was something so entertaining about him, that you found yourself waiting for him.

It felt different when he gazed at you, though. When you weren't close to him when he wasn't talking, you could feel his gaze, broiling your skin, as if it were tree branches scratching you, suddenly you didn't feel like you were a nymph in your haven, a human in angelic embrace.

You felt an apple, hanging in the branches.

But there really wasn't any reason to feel this way. He was sweet, charming, so child-like in his innocence that there was no reason for the hair on the back of your neck to stand, or the shaking of your hands however slight. So you pulled on a smile, when he ordered you tried to be quick, you didn't know why he made you so nervous.

Your friends didn't make it easy, either, insisting that it was because you liked him. You must've, right?! Otherwise, what was it? What would make your heartbeat so hard? Or make you stumble through your sentences with sweat on your brow? It was a crush! You must be head over heels!

And his eyes still followed your step.

You shook your head slightly, pushing away thoughts like that away from your mind. There really was no reason for this, maybe you liked him a little bit, or so everyone was convinced you were; But that did not take away from your ability to keep the peace and do the job you love so dearly. Especially when he smiled softly at you, "Definitely, you're so sweet to remember."

You rolled your eyes, giving him a smile, "You know we love you here. How can I not remember my favourite customer?"

You didn't realize what had been happening around you. You didn't know the impact of his presence around you. Regulars who'd playfully flirt with you disappearing, bodies of people you knew finding themselves underneath rubble during villain attacks, too wrapped up in your little dream to realize the nightmare brewing outside. You may not have been aware of you.

But he was aware of you.

Only when your Haven felt... normal, did you feel the strange tingles on your spine again. Not the same way that he made your skin bust with delicious electricity, it felt empty. All of it felt empty.

You'd look around for him but he wasn't visiting you any longer. No snake to threaten your Eden, no green-haired man to smile so genuinely at you and blush at every sweet word you send his way. You didn't expect to miss him all of a sudden. You'd even kept the shop open late at night, waiting at the stand looking at the doors awaiting him to burst through for his late-night coffee runs. Even if you knew that your neighbourhood was becoming increasingly dangerous lately.

But nope. He had not come for you. You didn't think too much of it, or at least you tried not to, you asked around at first, though no one could tell you anything of him, no one seemed to know who you were talking about at all.

Until the late-night closings, you'd pushed farther than was allowed served you who you'd wanted.

A curly green-haired giant of a man, sweet, tired laughter falling from his lips while he clutched his side tightly. You would have been elated. Had he not been dripping blood all over your floor. Your gasp echoed in the empty café when the door shut closed behind him, bloody handprint marking the glass. "Freckles?"

He'd refused to give you his name, then it was strange but endearing. Now, as you rushed to his side, it felt slightly embarrassing. He looked at you, the swirling emerald glinting in the fake candlelight, "Hello, gorgeous... Sorry to drop in so unexpected."

It would have been sweet had he not been wheezing his words out. "We need to get you to a hospital!" Your frantic voice was raising in volume, he shook his head slowly, obviously dizzy, and dropped his arms around you.

"No...Hospital..." You hadn't realized he'd fallen unconcious until you felt his entire weight thrown onto your undoubtedly tiny self when in comparison. There had been no way in hell you'd have been able to hold him had he been half as small. Now? You cursed lowly as he toppled over you, trying your best to hold yourself up though it ultimately ended up with his mountain self ontop of yours, face fallen in the crook of your neck.

Rom-coms made it all so romantic and angsty, though the most angsty part of this interaction had been you attempting to pull yourself from underneath him while feeling his sticky warm blood soaked your clothes and onto your skin, slipping multiple times as the pool grew more and more.

You yourself were lucky to be born with a quirk useful in healing, though it was nothing compared to actual hospitalization, You tried to heal his wounds, pressing the wound— After a year of trying to flip him so you could actually inspect it, you'd done a crude job, but he was bleeding less. You had ran to grab the bourbon that you'd use to make coffee's Irish at times and popped open the bottle. "This is going to hurt," Your voice was soft in the still, warm room.

You tipped your head up and gulped down some of it, cringing at the taste as you poured it onto his wound. He made a noise. At least that was good.

Then his eyes began to flutter.

You were quick to place his head upon your blood-soaked lap, trying to lift his head and give him some water. You'd been quick and precise when you were healing him, though your mind sounded like the grinch doing yoga with the absolute panic that was zipping through you. "Come on, come on, please just drink."

His eyes half-lidded and clearly lightheaded, he allowed you to pour the water into his mouth, but you ignored the water pouring from the corner of his mouth, the moment he'd been done, he looked up at you. In the soft candlelight of the café, he looked absolutely beautiful and had he not bled through your hardwood floor you would have liked to appreciate the sight a bit more.

It didn't occur to you how angelic you looked. The light formed a halo around you in his blurred gaze. He was tired, he was sure he was bleeding out, but he could only look at you, and the fact that he couldn't sit up and kiss you.

"My angel," He mused softly, though you thought it ironic at that moment, you did not realize how true it was to him.

"Is anyone coming to help?" You tried to sound comforting, not knowing how to reply to him at all. You would have to call an ambulance eventually, right? He relaxed your mind, nodding softly.

"You're worried." He hummed, and it made you smile through your slow tears.

"Of course,"

You thought he was delirious, as he continued to murmur the same, over and over again. You placed your fingertips onto his lips to calm him, though you cursed yourself for not being able to wash off the blood before doing that.

He didn't mind. Kissing your fingertips, he felt an absolute euphoria that even the highest amount of morphine could not provide.

It worried you that he practically purred at this. Maybe you should be concerned that he seemed to love that you were covered in his blood even more.

It would have worried you more if you knew what he really wanted to say at the moment.

I love you.

A million questions burned through your mind, but you couldn't say anything, the words falling from your lips at the sight of the soft content look on his face. So you stayed. You cradled him and helped his comrades when they came to take him with them.

Then you sat there. In a pool of his blood. Wondering what the absolute fuck just happened.

You, sweet angel, were his. You didn't realize at that moment, with his blood around your fingers, his eyes had only seen a ring on them. You didn't know you were his from the moment your eyes met the day he entered your little Eden.

Because the Devil doesn't bargain. He takes what is his.

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

[skullgrind]

SPITER: Starting off the mix in this old hellscape of humanity with some THRASH/BLACK METAL from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It's a 2-piece band led by a spider with a snake on drums. Big pissed off energy is what I need in my life and this delivers. Uncredited cover art nails my feelings about reality at the moment.

AURIFEROUS FLAME: More of the BLACK/THRASH METAL sound here but coming from a different direction. Themes of resistance and revolution slammed into your brain with relentless musicianship. It's what we need! Question your existence in this moment in time like the giant warrior on the cover art by Gilded Panoply.

AETHYVOROUS: Not a lot of BLACK/DEATH METAL from Auckland, New Zealand out there. Or perhaps I am not aware of it? It is time for a swirling whorl of cavernous death and destruction to sweep all our problems away. Black and white disintegrating snake phoenix beast on the cover by A葉LB.

SEVEN DOORS: DEATH METAL from the UK up next and it's got plenty of sawing riffs and growling vocals. The true head fuck here is this is all the musical creation of one person (besides the intro track by SLASHER DAVE)! Damn! Highschool student zombie party in the graveyard cover art by Dedy Badic Art.

ISOLATED EXISTENCE

EVOKED: German DEATH METAL keeps our necks cranking with the HM2 guitar vibe and screeching wails of the damned. You'll be begging for it to end like the zombiestein experiment on the operating table of this cover art by Timon Kokott.

SENTENCED 2 DIE: I wanted to play something off the new album from this Minneapolis band but then I got hooked on this promo stuff from the year 2022. Heavy meat slapping, foot stomping, headbutting good time DEATH METAL here.

Detest my fate I will annihilate

IMMORTAL BIRD: From Chicago we've got new DEATH/BLACK METAL out on 20 BUCK SPIN and it brings some HC/NOISEROCK style to the party. Check it out! Floral pain on the cover art by Kikyz1313.

Patterns Repeating There's safety in aging There is no comfort in watching

ODIOUS SPIRIT: We're wrapping up this extended mix with some DEATH METAL of a technical/futuristic project that has VOIVOD stink all over it. Not always my cup of slurm but today it feels right. Split your spine and brain open and accept the future as it grows inside you as depicted on this cover art by Martín Riveros Baxter.

THAT'S ALL THIS WEEK! BACK NEXT?

THE GRIND - 11/15/24 MIX - (OTHER PEOPLE HELL)

WE LIVING IN IT NOW. LIVE 8PM EST FRIDAY 

[projectcaramel]

Ambrosia [2] - Obey Me! Barbatos, Lucifer, Diavolo x Reader

NSFW Content Ahead.

PART II

"I didn't get the euphemism."

It can’t be twenty minutes before the door opens again, and you’re relieved to see that it seems like Diavolo at least has relaxed. 

“I’m sorry about that, MC. You must have been confused.” 

“Damn right I was,” you reply, letting him taste a little of your irritation. “Why didn’t you let me out?” Diavolo rubs the back of his head with a slight laugh. 

“I didn’t want anything to happen to you,” he replies. “We’ve dealt with the problem now, so it should be alright for you to come out.” Although he says that, he’s shutting the door behind him. Locking it.  

“...Diavolo?” you ask, even as he approaches you, some fire flickering in his pale yellow eyes, his face starting to flush. 

“I thought it was over, but then I saw you...” he murmurs before he covers his eyes and stops. “Ah, fuck.” 

“...are you okay?” you ask, trying to get over your disorientation at him openly cursing, although you know the answer as he smiles and shakes his head. 

“No, no I am not okay. My self-restraint is breaking like a wet cookie.” 

“It’s okay to kiss me,” you suggest, finally starting to follow where his thoughts are. Since you started working here, your time with him has been pretty sporadic, so of course he’s missed spending time with you. “It’s been a wh—” You aren’t able to get the last word out as Diavolo kisses you until you feel weak, his arms trapping you into an embrace.  When he breaks away from you, curling his hand into your hair, his eyes are practically glowing. “...um... wow. That’s new.” 

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “I know... I’m being selfish right now.” 

“That’s okay,” you quickly reassure without thinking, even as you start petting his head, much to his surprise. For a moment, you freeze, your face warming as you realize what you’re doing to the future king, but the worry is taken away as Diavolo laughs.

“You really shouldn’t encourage me,” he says, and a shudder ripples down your spine as a dangerous note enters his voice. He pulls you tighter against him, and you can feel every muscle in his body pressing into you. And... something else. His poor euphemism earlier, which you hadn’t picked up on in your concern, is finally starting to sink in. 

Diavolo’s cheeks are darker with blush than you’ve ever seen them, but those sharp, leonine orbs are screaming something that makes your stomach feel warmer than it already is. Maybe you shouldn’t encourage him.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t want to. 

“Diavolo.” Your voice comes out shaky. You’ve had fantasies before; you know exactly what will happen if this keeps going as it is. A fun-loving, competent royal is just a few words away from becoming a mindless beast. Actually, that tension might snap in silence all the same; it seems as if he might pounce on you now. For a moment, you even hallucinate that you can see a tail twitching impatiently behind him, like a lion stalking his prey, waiting for it to betray the slightest movement. You decide to bait him. “Can we... make out somewhere more comfortable?” 

You can see his reason snap as he picks you up in his arms, carrying you like you’re his princess (which right now, you are), before he practically throws you onto the guest room’s large bed. Thrills ripple all across your body even as he tucks his fingers into his tie and rips it from his collar like it offends him before he covers your body with his and kisses you again. His huge hands wander from your face, down to your uniform. 

“...I can just tear this, right?” His voice is surprisingly low as his black-nailed fingers grab hold of your uniform. “In the end, it’s just in the way... of you and me.” You might have nodded, but you’re not sure as buttons fly and fabric feathers. a gasp slipping out of your mouth. “Ah... what a beautiful sight...”

“Not as beautiful as you,” you reply breathlessly, and Diavolo’s lust seems to grow even stronger as he descends on your neck and starts kissing. Kissing, licking, and biting. His possessiveness is coming out in waves, and you surrender yourself, letting yourself become consumed in his desire. 

Unfortunately, someone else doesn’t want you to do such things with Diavolo, judging but the loud bang that stops you both short. Namely, Lucifer. What, is he jealous that Diavolo’s not bruising his neck? Your irritated thoughts accuse, although you know that’s not the case as he pulls you away, sheltering you from Diavolo’s advances. 

“Restrain yourself!” Lucifer snaps, and Diavolo shakes himself, apparently startled at having his prize taken away from him. “Wasn’t the reason we agreed to isolate MC because we didn’t want this to happen?"

“...Lucifer, that was unnecessary,” you grumble, but his sharp glare stops you short as he rounds on you instead. 

“And you! Letting yourself be controlled by the moment—how far were you going to let him go?” 

“Do you really want me to answer that question truthfully?” Lucifer sighs, nursing the bridge of his nose, even as Diavolo bashes his head against the wall. “D-Diavolo!?”

“Ah... I’m fine now,” he replies as he stumbles away. “That was close.... I saw her, and then I just instinctively...” 

“You know can’t do that; you would come to regret it,” Lucifer warns like some kind of nagging mother hen, and you glare at him again. “We have to move her again. Where you can’t find her.” 

“That’s wise,” Diavolo says reluctantly. “If I’m alone with her again tonight... I don’t think even getting interrupted is going to stop me from—” Diavolo cuts himself off and bites his lip. “Dammit, just talking about it...”  

“Don’t imagine it. Pregnancy is not something she should be committing to in this situation.” 

“I know,” Diavolo groans. 

“Condoms exist!” you retort irritatedly, even as Lucifer pulls you out of the room, and you realize he must have kicked the door down, judging from the busted lock. So that was what that loud noise had been earlier. You stay irritated with Lucifer as he leads you away from the prince, and you might have bolted if he didn’t have such a firm grip on you. “Let go!” 

“MC,” Lucifer says, whirling around, and you pause at the fire in his eyes. “Do you honestly think that with the state Diavolo was in, he was going to wear a condom? Absolutely not. He wanted to impregnate you, and you, being too aroused to care, would have begged him to do it! Now I’m pretty pissed off as it is, so shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” 

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