#i got a strange type of hunger

[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

Sukuna

Pairing: Trueform!Sukuna x f!Reader

Summary: Something's completely altered your behavior, and Sukuna can't say that he hates it.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, dub-con, sex pollen, vaginal fingering, double penetration, slight nipple play, vaginal sex, anal sex, squirting, creampie

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“Sukuna.” You call out to him, and when he turns to see you, a genuine look of concern overtakes his face. Sweat drips down your forehead as you try to maintain your composure. You’re clearly altered by something.

“What’s up with you?” Sukuna’s hands go to your torso in fear that you might tumble over. Your hands go behind his neck, “Why are you–”

“I was in the garden and there was this strange flower–” You can’t even finish your sentence. You’re trying to bring him down to meet your lips, muttering, “I need you. Fuck me, please please please.”

“Putting on a show for everyone?” He’s trying to tease you. Every time he even dares do something suggestive, you get too shy but you’re different today. Your lips land on his, a seething hunger flowing through you, one that only he can calm down.

Your tongue goes past his parted lips and into his mouth, wandering around until it finds his own. You’re pressing your body against his with pure desperation. You need something, and you need it now. Sukuna is not the type to really care about this type of stuff but he’s concerned because this isn’t how you usually are.

“Do me, right now.” You’re taking off your attire in the hallway, not caring if anyone that works in the place sees you. You need him, that’s all that you care about right now. Before he can even blink, you’re completely naked.

He pulls away, grabbing some of the robes on the ground and putting it over you. He’ll fulfill your wish, but first he needs some privacy. He couldn’t have cared less at first, but now he gets jealous at the mere thought of anyone seeing you naked. He hates how possessive he’s become over a woman. 

“I don’t want you to put a show on for everyone.” He says before picking you up and taking you away to his room. He has other plans, Sukuna is a busy being, but all it takes is you with a request to swoop him away.

What’s more important right now is him helping you with whatever you need. All he got was that you were in the garden… Then you became the mess that you are right now. Not that he can complain.

He lays you down, taking off the robe that barely covers you. A smirk comes to his lips, admiring your body before his lips go down to meet yours for a brief moment. When he pulls away, you take action.

“Touch me here.” You grab his hand, taking it to your pussy. You’re already soaking wet, and he’s done nothing… What is up with you? Though he can’t exactly complain about it. His fingers run through your folds, gathering your slick before pushing a digit inside of you.

“You’re pulsing around me.” He comments as he inserts another finger into your cunt. You sound so lewd as he moves his fingers in and out of you, your back arching and eyes rolling to the back of your head. He sees your hand go down to play with your clit, in desperate need for more stimulation. He’s never seen you act like this. “You’re a needy slut today.”

“I need more.” You mutter as his hand goes to your wrist, stopping you from playing with yourself. You whine until he replaces it with his hand, strong fingers circling your clit and filling you with pleasure. You’re melting under his touch, your moans getting louder by the second. 

You’re clenching around his thick fingers, already on the brink of an orgasm. He’s smirking, seeing that you’re a mess around him already. You’re mindlessly moaning his name as pleasure overtakes your body. You need to come.

“You’re not going to get it so fast.” He pulls his fingers out of your cunt, and they’re completely covered by your juices. He brings them up to your lips, forcing them into your mouth. “Clean them up.”

You’re humming on his fingers, rolling your tongue around them. You want to push them out and beg for him to fuck you. You need him. You need to feel his warmth inside of you desperately. You feverishly need it, your cunt is begging for it.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth, and immediately, you’re begging, “Please fuck me, Suku. Please. I need you so bad.”

“You’re so pathetic.” He tells you, taking off his robes to do as you beg. He loves to hear the begging from your lips, it’s satisfying. He’d make you please him first, but you’re clearly in need of him. You act as if you might die if he wastes another second.

You bite down your lip as you watch him get undressed, what takes you by surprise is Sukuna laying down, a pair of his arms meeting behind his head. He licks his lips before telling you, “If you want it, come and get it.”

“You’re so mean.” You respond as you get on top of him. You’re dripping on him, wetter than usual. He’s barely even touched you.

You align his top dick with your entrance, and slowly insert him inside of you. You loudly moan as his cock stretches you out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fills you up. He loves the look on your face, as you take his cock. 

“Aren’t you going to move?” He’s teasing you, though you couldn’t care less what he has to say. Your mind is elsewhere. You begin to move back and forth, his cock hitting your sweet spot. You’re moaning loudly, unable to bear it.

Your pussy feels so tight around Sukuna, it takes everything in him to control himself. He needs to feel all of you. One of his large hands goes to your boobs, fingers pinching your nipple before a mouth appears on his hand and tongue circles around it. 

“It’s so good, Suku.” You moan, throwing your head back as you bounce on his cock. It’s soothing the hunger that flows through your veins. It satisfies him as well. One of his hands goes to the unattended cock, thumb swiping over his slit, spreading the pre cum before he begins to jerk himself off. 

“Fuck…” You curse as your hand goes down to rub your clit. You’re squeezing around him, on the brink of an orgasm. Sukuna is biting his tongue, holding back on praises as he feels your cunt clench around his cock. He can’t praise you when one of his cocks is in his hands and he jerks himself off.

You throw your head back, reaching your climax and squirting all over him. He couldn’t be prouder of you as you make a mess all over him, coating his torso with your squirt– Though that pride fades away when you take his cock out of you.

“What are you–” He begins but you turn around before you put the bottom cock in your pussy. Your hunger still lingers. He needs a bit more though, so he grabs the unattended cock and teases your asshole. 

As you lower yourself on his cock again, he pushes his cock into your asshole. You loudly moan as both of your holes are filled up. This is just what you needed. You give yourself a moment to adjust before you begin to move, but Sukuna takes over. He begins to move his hips, setting a much faster pace.

“Is this enough for you?” He sounds mocking as he takes over. His fingers play with your clit, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head again. This is what you need, what’ll soothe the need that you have. 

“Yes!” You practically yell, pleasure consuming you. Nails dig into your hips as Sukuna thrusts in and out of you. You’re making a mess all over him, and he couldn’t be happier.

His breath gets caught up in his chest, movements getting sloppy as he feels his release near. You feel so perfect around him, he’s not going to last forever. Especially not with how you’re acting right now, he can’t contain himself. He comes to a swift stop, filling both of your holes with so much of his warm cum. 

He doesn’t resume moving, and you take it upon yourself to move once again. You’re milking his cock, in need of more. You plainly say, “I need more.”

Sukuna’s duty is far from over.

You nearly kill Sukuna to calm down the hunger that consumes you. He had no idea that you out of all people could do this to him. He’s so tired, he needs a week away from you to recover.

“Uraume, what do you need?” Sukuna asks as he opens the door to his room. He’s sent you away, claiming that he’s sick and doesn’t want to infect you– Matter of fact, he’s terrified of you right now. He sticks his head out of the door, looking to see if there’s a sign of you in the hallway. Once he knows he’s safe, he lets Uraume inside. “What is it?”

“I found the reason why your wife has been acting unusual.” Uraume speaks, and Sukuna’s interest is piqued. He needs the answer so the event doesn’t repeat. Yes, it was enjoyable at first… Until the man was holding on to dear life while you begged for more.

“What caused this?” He’s never been more desperate for an answer. Uraume demonstrates the strange flower you were talking about, something that must be a mutation from a curse or something similar. It’s definitely unusual.

“Don’t smell it.” Uraume warns him, passing on the blue colored flower to Sukuna. Sukuna’s shaking as he holds it, scared that temptation will get the best of him and he’ll do the one thing he was warned not to do.

“Destroy it. Burn the garden and we’ll grow more flowers.” Sukuna orders, and Uraume chuckles. It’s hilarious to hear about how you tired him out. Sukuna glares at Uraume, and they apologize.

“I’ll get right on it, my lord.” Uraume nods. Before they leave, they relay the message, "Your wife has been asking for you."

"Tell her I died."

[timmydraker]

Thinking about Vampire Tim AU and him saving Bruce via turning.

None of the Drakes are actually Vampires, at least not permanently. It was a very strange instance that occurred out of pure chance and coincidence.

A pregnant Janet Drake in a foreign country having a run in with a starving vampire rouge that bite her just a few days before she gave birth.

Instead of the curse spreading to her, the labour of her child pushed and the spreading of lifeform spread to her baby as it was born. The child looked healthy, had no inhuman features, and they assumed her being so sick was simply the fact she was about to give birth.

Tim doesn’t realise what he is for a while purely because his parents are vegan and, until he was seven and had some beef from a classmates lunch, hadn’t had any blood enter his mouth.

Having to teach himself everything, Tim learned to manage both his hunger and abilities as quickly as he could. He studied history and mythos and did several test to figure out the limits to what he needed and could do.

He learnt that he could heal via blood, that he could go without air for days, and that his hearing was normal though his sense of smell was enough to distinguish blood types.

He learn that he could go two weeks without blood before it became a problem, but if he pushed it past three weeks he would start to experience literally decay.

Tim disconcerted his saving grace was that the hunger wasn’t as uncontrollable as people made it out to be in movies and books. At most, it was just like normal human hunger or thirst, and he was aware there was a huge variable in him being raised rather poorly.

He keeps it hidden for years, but then when he’s nineteen Bruce dies.

Not Batman, Bruce.

They got in a car crash of all things, the other drive running after they drove them off the road on the extremely rare instance that Alfred wasn’t driving.

Tim watched the tree branch in his foster father’s chest for several minutes as he thought about his options. Bruce was dead upon impact, gone with only the last wisps of life hanging to him.

Bruce was a father.

Batman was needed.

Even though it would out what he was, Tim forced his several sharp teeth out, all needle sharp and long enough his jaw had to unhinge slightly, and bit into his own wrist. The fangs, an inch long each, dug into his skin painfully before moving to dig into each of Bruce’s wrist and then finally his neck.

Tim smeared the blood into all three wounds and then squeezed as much as he could into Bruce’s mouth.

He had no idea how he knew what to do, trusting the instinct the curse seemed to just… give him.

When Bruce begins to breath again, Clark finally shows up. It’s been a total of eleven minutes and Tim only realises that the other took so long because he had been off planet, yet he is grateful because if he had been there…

Tim instructs Clark on how to cover up the scene, removing the cars and getting Bruce to the cave.

Dick is freaking out, worrying over his brothers ripped clothes and Bruce’s clear injuries, but Tim is quiet.

He takes Bruce’s medical cot and leads them both into a containment cell and then seals it, implementing his own lock as well as one of Bruce’s so no one can open it. He can hear someone banging on the glass a few times but he ignores it to stand over his father’s side and wait for him to wake up.

Naturally, when the older man does he’s panicked and screening Tim’s name.

Tim smiles at him sadly before taking hold of his hand, which Bruce immediately process as wrong.

“Why aren’t I dead?”

Smile growing sadder before fading to an almost formal look, Tim squeezed his hand before pulling away.

“I know you’ve had your suspicions and I thank you for trusting me regardless, but you are right. I’m not human Bruce, and now… you aren’t either.”

He lets the worlds settle for just a moment before continuing, knowing the other will want all the information he can. They’re both so similar in that way.

“I was born a vampire, I will always be a vampire. I will explain that all to you soon, but what you need to know is this: you do not need to drink human blood, you will not loose control over your thirst if you allow me to train you, and yes I had no choice. Gotham needs Batman and I-… I need my father. I will not apologise for my selfishness, but I am sorry you have to be like me.”

Bruce is quiet but he doesn’t move to kick Tim out, nor does he shout at him or cry in betrayal.

He’s surprised, but not more than Tim had ever seen before.

It’s almost an hour of silence between them before Bruce speaks again, “You… you are actually nineteen?”

Tim scoffs and Bruce glares, which makes Tim smile more, “I am. My body will age until around twenty five, at least that’s my hypothesis. If you are turned you stay the age you were, but I was born.”

Bruce nods and after a moment reaches out for his son’s hand.

Another silence before he squeezes it, “Have you told the others about… this change?”

Tim winces, “I tried to keep us separated because I knew you would worry for hurting someone, but I knew Damian would break in if he couldn’t listen so…”

“Ah. Understood.”

Then, in another rare instance that Tim thought he wouldn’t see for at least another few years, Bruce opens his arms to him for a hug.

Naturally, Tim crumbles into his father’s arms and sobs louder than a war drum.

Bruce kisses his head and holds him tight, a vampire embrace.

[dadsbongos]

do u think u could write some of ur own personal headcanons for laios? i love the way u write him, it seems almost canon!

anon you dont know what fire youre messing with

also thank yew hehe :>

general headcanons:

Laios likes babysitting but does NOT want to be a real papa, he adores the idea of being the Cool And Strange Uncle but just imagining having to raise a whole person from scratch terrifies him

Usually conks out as soon as his head hits the pillow and he’s a damn heavy sleeper, he strikes me as someone that gets the dad snore when he’s a bit older

Likes doing physical activity in the moment, maintaining his stamina/strength n whatnot. But HAAATES the aftermath, he will not stop bitching about how gross he feels when sweaty

People scare him but I think men specifically scare him more than women because he mainly associates “men” with his old boarding school and military peers and his dad. Meanwhile the most callous woman he’s personally dealt with is like. his mom… who wasn’t particularly menacing and he doesn’t seem to resent her as much as he does his father

Most definitely called Chilchuck “chil” in their early days together and got his nuts sacked for the unintentional disrespect

Doesn’t drink often because the taste bugs him but when he does decide to, he drinks to get drunk. So it has to be a special occasion

The type of older brother to tell Falin food fills up your body from your feet to your head and when you’re full to your head you die

modern headcanons:

Definitely the type to unironically use little emoticons like :) or :] but his favorites are the cute ones like :3 , ^.^ , and :0

Would’ve played barbies with Falin as a kid and enjoyed it more than Falin did lol

If he were out with the group (marcille would have to threaten his life though, he would HATE “going out”) and Marcille or Falin deferred to him to deal with creepy men he’d feel like a superhero about it

Borderline mandated to have a high impact phone case by Falin because he’s GOT to be dropping that shit all the time. I just know it (projecting)

Would probably dislike resident evil as a series but thinks the premises are cool

Bouncing off that: he’s a big Undertale and Deltarune fan (definitely had a thing for Toriel at some point and probably thought sans was kind of overrated). Has ambivalent feelings towards fear & hunger, likes the atmosphere and item preservation and monsters but the assault scenes and overt brutalism ick him out from recommending it

Would go his whole life without an autism diagnosis until eventually held at metaphorical gunpoint by his friends, just for his parents to go “oh yeah we had you tested as a kid but didn’t want you using it as a crutch”

If monsters weren’t real he’d be cryptid autistic just so everyone’s on the same page

Cryptids major and ocean creatures minor type autism

I don’t think he’s straight by any measure but before he has the Realization, he’s the epitome of the girls gays and coleman meme

Segue omg: he has no desire to think more about his sexuality or gender than “i feel x” or “i choose y”. I think he identifies as Man(TM) but in a “its harder to explain i want to be a bog” way. If you referred to him with feminine pronouns or called him “girl” he seriously wouldn’t give a shit 

nsfw(?) headcanons:

Could never do casual, you would have to be committed or only know each other VERY distantly and only do it once. His ass wouldn’t know how to read your relationship if you were trying to do friends with benefits (he’s also very concerned with hurting people’s feelings so just the notion of accidentally doing that to someone he’s intimate with would kill him)

May seem strange coming from a bitch always talkin about fucking him, but I think Laios would actually have kind of a lower sex drive. Like he maybe doesn’t get needy very often but also isn’t NOT in the mood, so if you proposition him and he’s into you he’ll be like “okie :3”

That being said, when he does feel needy he’s NEEDY. It’s debilitating, he genuinely can’t do or think of anything else until his poor wee is taken care of :( poor guy aww

I can see him being a virgin until his early-mid 20s and having no shame about it (good for him go king, virginity is nothing to be ashamed of it literally doesn’t matter)

Also by virgin i mean rice purity test score of like 97

Swears he doesn’t like having his cock worshipped (says its weird and embarrassing) but he’s so flustered n drooly and babbles the whole time

Biter 

[steddiealltheway]

@steddie-week day 1: hunger / pining / Somebody to Love by Queen

"I'm going to murder Steve if he tries to flirt hopelessly with another girl when he likes Eddie," Robin says with a groan.

"Keep your hands still," Nancy gently reminds Robin as she paints another black layer on her nails. "Does Steve know that he likes Eddie?" Nancy asks with a laugh.

Robin resists the urge to use her hands to speak. "No! But even you have seen the pining. I thought he was going to have a meltdown when he saw Gareth jokingly flirt with Eddie."

Nancy blows on Robin's nails before frowning and scraping off some polish that got on her fingers. "Maybe Gareth is in love with Eddie," Nancy jokes.

Robin laughs. "He's been asking me if you're single for months now."

"If only he knew..." Nancy says with a wide smile before laying a kiss on her girlfriend's hand. "But hey, I'm dealing with Eddie who is hopelessly trying to get over his crush on Steve. He would be willing to be set up with anyone, I swear."

Robin throws her hands up. "That's it!"

"Robin your nails-"

"We set them up on a blind date. Steve has been trying to get me to find someone for him forever now, and Eddie wants the same thing from you! It can be operation... Find Them Somebody to Love."

"You just got that from my Queen tape."

"But it's a great plan!" Robin says with a victorious smile. She holds out her hand to shake on it.

Nancy rolls her eyes and shakes Robin's hand. "If this works, I'll repaint your nails."

Robin's brow furrows. "What do you mean..." she trails off as she looks at them.

"There's some in your hair," Nancy says with a wince.

Robin starts to scrape the paint off. "You call Eddie while I get this off."

Nancy watches her struggle for a moment before handing her some nail polish remover. "I hope this works for our sake."

-:-:-:-:-:-

To say Steve is surprised when Robin excitedly calls him to set him up with someone is an understatement. He may be a bit clueless and naive, but he knows when she's up to something. But maybe she's excited and thinks it's just a really good match, but he thinks that's just the hopeless romantic in him talking.

He also thinks it's strange that the date is at a burger joint that Eddie really likes, but maybe Eddie helped Robin with the date? He really hopes not but doesn't know why. He also knows that maybe the burger joint is a coincidence and the Eddie thought is just because Steve can't stop thinking about him.

It's weird. He's never really had a friend like him before, but he thinks it's part of the trauma bonding that makes Steve feel so intensely about him. But it's different from Robin it's... he doesn't know.

But he doesn't have much time to think about it as he parks outside the food joint. Time to lay on the Harrington charm.

As he walks in he notices only one table that has one person at it. The girl is facing away from Steve in a booth, her long dark curly hair being the only thing visible. She's definitely Steve's type.

As Steve approaches the table he runs a hand through his hair and tries not to think about how she has hair like Eddie's. As he turns to the girl with his most charming smile, it quickly turns into a real smile. "Eddie?" Steve asks.

Eddie's head snaps up and multiple emotions cross over his face as he takes in Steve. "Steve? What are you doing here?"

"Blind date, and you?"

Eddie replies, "Same here, man. Nancy set me up."

Steve tries to ignore the way his heart seems to break. He gives Eddie a smile but it's too tight and entirely fake. "Robin set me up, but hey, that's great, Munson." Steve goes as far as patting Eddie on the back which makes him internally cringe. What's happening?

Eddie slowly glances at Steve's arm and gives it a confused look as his hand still stays on his back. "Right, sorry," Steve apologizes and feels entirely not like himself. Why is he so damn nervous? "But hey, what if I waited here with you until our dates come and we can keep each other company?"

It looks like Eddie wants to say no, but Steve is already sliding into the booth. Eddies just continues to stare at Steve as if he's the last person he wants to see at the moment. Steve ignores those signs and continues talking, "So a blind date? I didn't know you were looking for someone."

Eddie huffs and looks down at the table. "I'm not really looking for someone, I'm just trying to get over someone."

Steve feels that familiar pang in his chest. "Someone I know?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," Eddie mutters. Steve just nods because he has no idea what that means. Eddie continues, "I didn't want to like this guy, but it just kind of happened. And they're incredible and way out of my league, so here I am. But they're somehow just always around..." Eddie trails off staring at Steve.

He almost feels like Eddie is trying to hint at something, but he isn't sure what. "I've been there. It took me a while to get over Nance, but eventually with time it happened. But hey, I don't know how someone could be out of your league, man. I mean you're really uh... well," Steve takes a moment to really look at Eddie and he weirdly feels his cheeks heat up, "You've got really nice eyes, and hair of course, and nice... lips."

Eddie squirms a bit in his seat and glances away. "You don't have to take pity on me, Harrington."

"I'm not!" Steve insists a little louder than he intends to. He lowers his voice and repeats, "I'm not. I'm just stating the facts. You're a really attractive guy. Plus, you're really smart and creative, and you can play the guitar well which I'm sure other guys dig, and you're also uhh really funny and kind-"

"Please stop, there's only so many words of affirmation I can receive in a day before I combust," Eddie jokes but there's a light flush on his face.

Steve holds his hands up and says, "I'm just saying you're a catch. Anyone who doesn't see that isn't good enough for you anyways."

Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve for a moment then glances over his shoulder. "So, uh, doesn't look like our dates are here yet."

Steve glances around and notices no one is sitting alone and no one else has walked in. Weird.

A waiter walks their way and takes their drink orders and gives them a few more minutes to look over the menu. As soon as he's out of earshot, Steve asks Eddie, "Do you think it's rude to put in an order when they're not here?"

Eddie glances around and his eyes settle on the wall. Steve looks over and notices the clock. "If they're not here in the next ten minutes which is fifteen minutes after the date start time, then we can order," Eddie states.

Steve smiles but suddenly his stomach makes an obnoxious growling noise. Eddie's eyes widen. "We can make that five minutes if you'll last that long."

"I can last ten minutes it's alright," Steve replies.

Two minutes later, Steve is already giving in, "Okay, what if we just ordered when the waiter comes back?"

Eddie smiles at him for the first time that evening. "You're weak, Harrington," he jokes.

"Hey, I was strong enough to lug your body around."

"If only I was conscious for that."

Before Steve can think of a response their lovely waiter interrupts them and asks for their order. Steve ends up ordering the same thing as Eddie which has Eddie scoffing, "I thought you thought my taste in food was bad."

"If putting strawberry jelly on a turkey sandwich is your idea of food, then I stand by what I said."

"I'm going to make you try it one day," Eddie says with a wide smile.

Steve leans forwards. "Is that a threat?"

"If you want it to be," Eddie says with a wink.

Steve laughs and has the sudden thought that he really doesn't want his or Eddie's dates to show up. He just wants Eddie to himself.

What?

"What, are you traumatized by the thought of it or something?" Eddie asks after Steve has gone silent.

Steve looks up and really takes in Eddie again. You're a catch. Anyone who doesn't see that isn't good enough for you anyways.

Oh shit.

Steve glances towards the door and outside and doesn't see any cars approaching. He looks back to Eddie and says, "If our dates don't show up in the next five minutes, what if we agreed to be each other's date."

Eddie looks at him for a moment with narrowed eyes. "As in... we're just like... hanging out or...?"

Steve takes a deep breath and says, "A real date."

Eddie's eyes widen and he looks around. "The kids didn't put you up to this, did they?"

"No, Eddie, I- I would really like to go on a real date with you."

Eddie stares at him again then asks, "You swear that this isn't a joke?"

"On Dustin's mother," Steve jokes then holds out his pinky.

"You know how much a pinky promise means to me."

"I know, it's a promise that can never be broken," Steve says.

Eddie hesitates then wraps his pinky around Steve's. "I hope our dates don't show up then," Eddie says with a big smile.

"Me neither," Steve agrees.

-:-:-:-:-:-

"I can't believe it's working!" Robin excitedly shouts from the passenger seat of Nancy's car.

"Me either," Nancy agrees as she watches Eddie rant while flailing his hands and Steve laughs. After a moment, Steve rests his hand over one of Eddie's and gives it a squeeze. Eddie flushes enough that Robin and Nancy can notice from the slight distance.

"Do you think they're going to kill us when they see us?" Robin asks.

Nancy scoffs, "No, they'll probably be over the moon thanking us. I'm just surprised that they agreed to go along with the date without thinking we were pranking them or something."

"Maybe the dinguses just finally sucked it up and admitted they liked each other when they figured out the plan," Robin says with a shrug as she watches the two get up. "And it looks like it's our time to leave."

Nancy shakes her head and looks at Robin. "Wouldn't that draw more attention to us though? We should just let them go first while they're so absorbed in each other's company."

"That's a good ide-" Robin stops as she looks back at the pair. "They've spotted us. Shit."

"Like I said, they're probably going to thank us," Nancy says, praying she's right. She rolls down the window as they approach.

Steve waves with a big smile. "Hey! We thought it was you, but we just wanted to let you know that your dates for us stood us up, but that's okay. Great really because Eddie and I decided you know..."

"I finally confessed that I've been pining after him," Eddie says nearly bouncing up and down.

Steve turns to look at him. "Wait, the person you said was out of your league, that was me you were talking about me earlier?"

"Steve, I thought you realized that after I told you I've had a crush on you for years now."

"Oh. Hey, I'm not out of your league at all, if anything you're out of my..." Steve trails off and seems to realize Robin and Nancy are still there, "Well, we're going to make up for lost time, but it was good seeing you. Thank you for attempting to set us up!"

Eddie and Steve wave as they leave, laughing about something moments later.

"Oh my god, did they just...."

"Holy shit, do they really think..."

Robin and Nancy look at each other and nod. "Dingues," they agree.

They look back as Steve and Eddie seem to argue about what car to take back and Robin sighs, "They'll eventually realize, right?"

"I doubt it," Nancy says.

Steve and Eddie walk towards their own cars seeming to realize that they don't have to drive together. "Gosh, they were made for each other."

It's years down the line when Steve and Eddie are telling the story of their first date when Nancy and Robin finally get fed up and tell the truth, but Steve and Eddie still don't believe them. Once a dingus, always a dingus.

[idle-daydreams]

Hi I hope you're doing well I'm not sure if you do these types of requests but can I please ask for a yandere Demon King chuuya with a pregnant darling

Sure thing!

Tw: Yandere, forced pregnancy, mentions of abortion, mentions of blood, cannibalism and violence.

You were three months along before you realized you were pregnant.

It had been easy to ignore the signs in the beginning. Time moved strangely in the demon world, and it wasn’t the first time you’d missed your period since you’d gotten there. You’d assumed that the rest of it - the exhaustion, the mood swings, even the changes in your body - was due to whatever otherworldly food and drink Chuuya gave you, to say nothing of the effects of living in proximity of the Demon King himself.

It wasn’t until Chuuya had pointed out the slight swell of your stomach that the horrifying realization had dawned upon you.

You would have gotten rid of it had you any means to do so. But Chuuya had figured it out just as soon as you had, and had locked you down even more stringently than before. Gone were all the little freedoms he’d granted you over time; he refused to let you out of his sight, insisting on taking care of you himself. He practically forced you into bed-rest, waiting upon you hand and foot so that you wouldn’t stress yourself out. It would have been nice, were it not for the fact that you were carrying Chuuya’s child.

The Demon King’s child.

A demon itself, taking root inside you.

It made you want to tear yourself apart with your bare hands. The thing was strong, leeching vitality from you until you could barely walk. You found yourself hungering for raw flesh and fresh blood, wanting to kill and gnaw and bite and tear things apart, until you could see their entrails and their oozing blood. Chuuya indulged you, bringing you wild animals and letting you sate yourself; you hated it, but you hated him even more, for putting you into this position.

Not that Chuuya seemed to mind. From the moment your pregnancy had been confirmed, the red-headed demon lord had been deliriously happy. He would spend hours resting between your legs with his head on your belly, talking or singing to “the baby”. He would patiently bare your tantrums, all the crying and screaming and general hysteria, even letting you vent your frustrations by throwing things at him. It was only when you tried to hurt yourself did he tie you down, claiming that your safety was more important.

“I don’t want to do this, love,” he said, stroking your hair. “But you’ve got to take it easy. All this stress isn’t good for either of you.”

“Chuuya, I’m begging you, please, end it,” you said, tears pouring down your face. “This pregnancy will kill me, I know it will. I can’t carry a demon child, please.”

Chuuya frowned, tracing a thumb over your cheek. “You’ll carry the baby all right,” he said. “This isn’t the first time a human’s carried a demon child. And you’ve drunk enough of my blood to be part-demon yourself, so this ain’t that big a deal.”

“I don’t care.” You tugged at your restraints, cursing yourself and your miserable life. How had you ended up like this? What had you done to deserve any of this? Why was this happening to you, of all people? Weren’t there worse people in the world, who deserved to suffer more?

You flinched as Chuuya kissed your temple, before settling on his haunches before you and putting his hands on the swell of your belly. “I can sense them, you know,” he said. “They’re a strong one.”

“I know,” you said through gritted teeth. “I’ve never been this uncomfortable in my entire life. I’m nauseous, my body hurts, and my bladder feels l-” you scowled as Chuuya grinned- “why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re pregnant.”

You flinched as he swooped down to hug you tightly. “You don’t know what it’s like,” he said happily, gazing at you with contentment. “Demons don’t really get pregnant; it’s something to do with the way our bodies work. I never thought I would have a family, I never thought I’d ever have someone like you. I love you, I love you so much, you’ve given me - you’re giving me - everything that I’ve ever wanted.”

“And you don’t care if I die in the process,” you whispered.

His expression momentarily soured, before he mulishly shook his head. “That ain’t gonna happen. I told ya, there are ways to make sure this whole thing goes well.” He put a hand on your stomach again, gently tracing its curved with one blackened claw. “You’re not gonna like it, it’s going to be a bit uncomfortable, but I swear to you that you’re both going to come out of this alive. I promise you, on my honor as the Demon King.”

[the-faceless-bride]

🦋🪷 𝓝ƴന𝚙𝒉𝟶ᥨ𝟶ဌƴ 💧🍃

Warnings? None really, just monster reader and descriptions of near-death, and allusions to capitalism.

Characters? Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap

Fic type? Head canons!

Summary? Headcanons of how 141 found Monster reader, took them home, and now live with them.

A/n: I will be making a full fic of how Reader was found and stuff but until... Headcanons! Also, @sunshine-and-moonshine was the inspo for this.

🧚‍♀️Monster Type?🧚‍♀️

Reader is a Nymph! A Nymph of the air specifically. the powers to control the wind, blend into the clouds and very close to the stars.

Your hair seems to float gracefully as if you have a fan that perfectly blows your hair at all times, your eyes glow an unusually beautiful color, your body seems a bit pale than a normal human would be, and your hands and feet while visible seem to be just slightly see-through the outline of your bones visible, same for you ribcage.

To some you'd be terrifying but to them... You're the most beautiful thing they had ever seen...

🦋 How you meet? 🦋

The boys crashed onto an island in the middle of nowhere, with little rations and no way back home. They tried everything they could to get an S. O. S. But the area they were in didn't have any planes going over it. And after a month or so when the rations were getting low, their sanity started deteriorating being consumed by hunger and thirst. So much so that everyone was starting to eye each other is a dark horrid hunger...

You had been observing for quite some time. You hadn't run into humans in your time of existence. So watching them was very interesting and peaked your curious nature. You wanted to keep them around, unfortunately, it took you a while to figure out why after a month your humans started behaving strangely. You forget that living things need things to survive like food... And water... You didn't want them to die... Or resort to eating each other to survive. You wanted to keep them! Even if you only really needed one.

One by one you visited them, in the darkness of night. Floating to them curling yourself into their side using the air around you, turning it from vapor to water holding your cupped hand to their mouth the other holding their heads. Kissing their faces and necks. Such strange and yet adorable creatures.

🪷 Life with Nymph Reader 🪷

For a while, they were content being here with you. Being given fresh water and you bringing them juicy fruit and fresh meat any time you could. But eventually, they got homesick. And while you wanted to be selfish and keep them here all to yourself. You didn't like seeing your humans so... Sad.

At first, you were sad they wanted to go... But one night Kyle had an amazing idea, you should just come home with them! You were excited about the idea! You haven't been around humans before so traveling where humans would be everywhere would be an interesting learning experience!

Helped build a raft of logs, fallen branches, and thick vines. Just big enough for your humans to sit on. Then you turned into air only your hands visible as you begin to push the raft fast enough to get to the mainland without tearing the raft to pieces.

Getting to the mainland you had to completely shield yourself. And while you had your fun when they were being asked about their survival and interrogated you ran invisible fingers through their hair, kissed along their necks, whispered sweet nothings into their ears. You didn't like being ignored for long periods.

You however weren't the only one who got jealous. Even though you can't be seen by others, the boys still get quite jealous. They also couldn't see you before, you just found them charming and desired to show yourself to them. They are paranoid that you'll find another just as charming and lose interest. But you treasure them and make sure to show them just how much you care for them and no other humans would ever replace them.

Eventually, they all end up living together. Mostly because they couldn't keep it civil and always ended up arguing about whose turn it was to have you for the week. Every night you go from room to room laying with them for a few hours, kissing them, loving them, touching them, fucking them... They love life.

They love you a lot and would gladly go through the tournament they did on that island for a month if it meant meeting you all over again.

[moethewriter]

could you do number 27 with finnick from the otp prompt list? i love yours fics!

Of course I can anon! Super excited for this one, I had the best time writing it! Lot's of angst and fluff! TITLE: The Light In The Dark WORD COUNT: 1.5k PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader WARNING: None! TAGS: Lot's of angst, and fluff! (As always please let me know if you think anything needs to be added) lot's of introspection and reflection from the reader! A/N: I was so so so excited to write this one! And I think it's such an amazing prompt! Thank you so much for requesting it and as always I take constructive criticism! -

District 13 was not a place you particularly enjoyed. It was safe, and secure and far better than being stranded in an arena forced to kill other people. But you weren’t as content as you had hoped you would be. When you were rescued along with everyone the rebellion scooped up, you had kept telling yourself that everything was going to be okay. You had to keep faith that whatever the next step was, was going to end all of it. 

Finnick had been rescued alongside you, and he offered a comforting ear. It was so strange being close to him again. It had been a year since you two had broken up, and though it had seemed like yesterday, you were no longer the same people you once were. So much had changed, you had changed. 

Though you knew once you both had been reaped that you were going to ally yourself with him. There really was no one else you would rather have at your side. Despite the separation, he had you trust and you knew he was far more capable than a lot of people gave him credit for. 

There had been tension between the group, that you knew, no one got along well unless it was with Mags. You knew the other’s could sense a different type of tension between you and Finnick, one filled with unresolved feelings bubbling below the surface. It had only gotten worse after you heard his voice through the jabberjays.

Johanna had tried to talk to you afterwards, even sent Katniss your way but you wouldn’t budge. You didn’t need to have a friendship circle and talk about how you longed for Finnick and how he still had your heart. No one needed to know that but you, though you sensed Johanna had always known, she had known you better than you knew yourself most days. 

There had been no major fallout with Finnick, no giant blow up that ended in destruction and despair. It had been so amicable … you had both been so busy, the life of a Victor always was. Not to mention the separation by District had been a struggle. You had been the one to bring it up, despite the pain it caused you. Finnick had agreed with you the moment you finished speaking. You hugged, and he left and then you stood there alone. You were both heartbroken over it, that much you knew. 

You had cried for weeks after it, though you felt you had no right to do that. No one was able to console you, despite Johanna trying her very best too. You knew she wasn’t the best with comforting people, she had grown colder after what had happened to her family, but you appreciated the effort she had put in. Seeing Finnick on TV doing interviews, going to parties and generally being in the Capitol had upset you the most. It was hard to look at him, you knew he was hurting so much more than anyone could tell. You wanted to reach out, but you knew it would have been a bad idea. So you stayed silent and watched him from afar, and kept your thoughts about him to yourself.

Though you hoped he thought of you too.

And in a blink of an eye, months had passed. You had both been mentors for the 74th hunger games, though to no avail as your tributes had passed in the arena. You didn’t speak to him much, and he did his best to avoid you. It was strange but you knew he was coping in a far different way then you were, so you couldn’t blame him,

The universe was funny though, bringing you both together again under far different circumstances. He had come to your door days after you had been reaped for The Quarter Quell to form an alliance with you, and you were both informed together about the rebellion by Haymitch Abernathy. You were hesitant but agreed to help, as long as Finnick was there too. There wasn’t anyone else you’d want as an ally in those games. Some small part of you was thankful that he had been there.

“Penny for your thoughts.” A familiar voice broke through the jumbled mess of memories you had been reliving. “Not much in there right now.” You chuckled, turning to meet Finnick’s gaze, he seemed relaxed, and adjusting far better than most people. “Just wondering about what the next step is, thinking about all that needs to be done.” The lie came easily to you, but you knew he could see right through it. He had always been able to see past you.

“That’s not the Y/N I know.” Finnick smiled, leaning against the wall. He looked like an angel in white against the steele gray. “The one I know is simply far too deep in thought about too many things that they’re overwhelming themselves with it. Am I wrong?” He raised a knowing eyebrow. 

“You know me far too well, Finnick Odair.” You snorted, crossing your arms in defeat “I was thinking about the past.” You said, quietly, almost hoping he wouldn’t catch what you said at all.

“About us?” He questioned, a strange look crossing his face.

You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking at that moment, but you knew there was no point in lying. You didn’t want to lie to him anymore.

“You could say that.” You nodded.

“I hope it’s all good memories.” He said, meeting your eyes once more. “I know I still think of those on my dark days.” He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You were one of the best things that ever happened to me.” You told him, earnestly. “I loved you more than life itself.”

“So you don’t  regret it at all?” Finnick questioned, and you weren’t quite sure if he wanted your answer by the way his voice quivered.

“No. Not one bit.” You told him. “I don’t regret having you because you made the sun shine brighter and you made my life worth living again. You put a smile on my face anytime I wasn’t feeling myself. You were the only one who loved me when I thought I couldn’t be loved. You changed me for the better in so many ways. You were, and always have been a star amongst the darkest of skies, Finnick. That little light that kept going even though the world tried to beat it down. You have always been one of a kind. I could never regret you. I would never regret a single thing because if I didn’t have you forever at least I had you at all.” Your voice was thick with emotion, finally saying all of this to him.

You had bottled it up for so long, kept it so tight to your chest that you felt like you were going to explode into a million tiny little pieces. You knew you would always love him, but a second chance at loving him had seemed impossible.

“I don’t regret breaking things off either.” You told him. “It was the best thing we could do for both of us at the time. You and I both know that.”

“I know.” Finnick nodded, a sad smile crossing his face. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t cry for weeks after it happened though. I missed you severely during those first few months. I’m sorry I never reached out, I wanted to but I didn’t know how.” 

You could see him fidgeting with his thumbs, something he only did when he was nervous, it was a quirk you thought had been adorable when you first noticed it. He had an anxious energy to him that could be hard to spot if you didn’t know him.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, sniffling a little. “That wasn’t your job anymore to be there for me.”

“You were never a job, I loved … love you and I always wanted to be there for you even when we were over.” Finnick said. “You’re the love of my life, you always have been, Y/N.”

“I’m still the love of your life?” You asked, wiping the stray tear from your eye.

Nothing could have prepared you for this conversation, but you were glad that you could air everything out. There was no one else for you but Finnick. You loved him, and you still wanted to be with him. He was the first person you thought about in the morning, and the last person you thought about before you slept. He was still the love of your life too. 

He was always with you, even when he wasn’t.

“Yeah.” He said finally. “I don’t think there’s anyone else for me.”

You made a tentative step towards him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was tense, you could feel that, but that didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around your waist. He was warm, he’d always been built like a furnace in contrast to your cold body temperature but you two still fit together perfectly, like two halves of a whole.

It’s like you were always meant to be in his arms.

“I still love you too.” You told him, letting yourself get lost in his arms.

“When this is all over …” He whispered into your ear. “I’m going to take you on the best date in the world, got it?” 

You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Got it.” You said, hugging him tighter.

[matenrou-fan]

hmmm could i request diavolo, lucifer and their fem!s/o having a threesome together maybe?;) either a fic or headcanons works, whichever you prefer

Diavolo x fem! s/o x Lucifer threesome

hii honey..! <3 I planned to make hc yet ended up writing the whole fic.. Also, writing for threesome is harder than usual NSFW so please don't be shy to tell if something is wrong!! ^^

femreader, drunk sex, oral (giving/receiving), teasing, begging, anal fingering (receiving), crempie, rough sex, double penetration;; 2474 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

How did you even was able to turn everything this way..?

Because Lucifer is kinda possessive. He is an avatar of pride after all and, despite his respect for his boss, it was kinda hard for him to think about you talking with Diavolo, let alone share you with the young Lord... But they said you just should fight fire with fire, aren't they?

So in one day, when you and Lucifer decided to pay a visit to Dia, just a small innocent visit, you decided to act. And soon instead of tea Barbatos served you three expensive Demonus, as you kept raising toast and having fun. Well, maybe the cunning servant quickly realized what you were planning to do, as he kept bringing more bottles of strong hellish wines.

And of course both of your targets got too much Demonus. As this devilish alcohol does not affect humans, it was kinda amusing to watch these two get drunk..

...well, before they both, without even talking properly about this to each other, lead you into Lord's bedroom.

"Don't worry that much, s/o.." - Dia mumble, trying to make his casual wide smile, yet it turns out more awkward and weak as he already can feel his dick twitching inside pants. Maybe he never admits it, yet he does have this type of fantasy with you and Luci before.

"Despite you having such a surprising look, I totally can tell you expected something like this, huh..?" - a low chuckle escaped Lucifer's mouth as he tried to unbutton his uniform.

Well.. otherwise you wouldn't encourage them to drink after drink, would you? So maybe he does have a point.. But who cares, if both demons are already bold enough to open their souls and show their deepest desires, as now, after they quench their thirst with infernal wine, hunger awoke in their bodies..

But before.. some long, steady foreplay as you sit on Lucifer's laps, back pressed to his chest. Warmth of his body makes you tingle, as he starts covering your whole neck and shoulders in kisses, bites and hickeys (he still wants to mark his territory).. While Dia's hands start caressing your body, slowly get down and remove the last pieces of your clothes, throwing away your skirt and panties. He indeed was kinda impatient, wanting nothing but to see your beautiful form in front of him, to taste his precious human.

"Such a beautiful view and just for me?" - he chuckled, stroking your trembling hips. Dia licks his lips, as his cloudy eyes admire your cunt, a storm of thoughts about all different things he can do now hits his mind and he looks up at you with a smug smirk.

..seeing the Demon Lord himself sitting here, between your thighs, with such a face was something and you can't help but whine, spreading your legs a little.

"Oh? It looks like our little doll is already so impatient.." - Lucifer smirks, sending shivers down your spine as his arms quickly caress you too, grasping on boobs, tickling waist, before getting to your heated core. Another whimper breaks from your mouth as you try to squirm a little.. But even though absolutely drunk, Dia was surprisingly strong, so he immediately catches your legs and holds them in place while Lucifer slowly spreads your pussy lips, revealing your already quite wet folds and pulsing clit to their hungry gazes..

"I think we shouldn't waste time, don't you think?" - Lucifer cooed, and it was kinda strange to see him being in charge of his boss, yet it looks like Diavolo doesn't mind at all, too busy admiring your naked body. And such phrase.. that was enough for him to go feral. Fast, hungry licks from the start as he makes your whole body shake from such intensive thrusts of his hot tongue. All you were able to do it's just moan, gripping Luci's hand. All thoughts fade away and your mind is absolutely blank, your whole body concentrated on your pulsing cunt. Dia was sloppy yet so fast and passionate, sucking your clit with such strength like all his life depends on it.. And Lucifer's hands on your breast as he keeps squeezing sensitive nipples between fingers doesn't help, but makes you even more aroused. All his touches were more accurate, because while Dia was completely lost in his urge to gobble you up hungrily, to savor every last drop of your juices, Luci was still in mind and wanted to tease you a little, to hear more of your shameful moans.. You can whine and whimper as much as you want, begging him to stop playing with your breast, he will not stop. After all, due to how you arch your back, moaning loud, you do enjoy such attention from them both, do you?

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

..Just how much time passes? You don't know, as you get lost in pleasure, all the muscles tensed up as you feel another knot forming at the bottom of your stomach. Maybe it was your third orgasm? You can't clearly tell as Diavolo didn't stop even for a second, gladly sucking all your cum and keep abusing your folds more and more, as he just can't get enough.

"Mm? Are you close again?" - Luci cooed right in your ear, noticing how your breath became rapid and your hips moved in one rhythm with the aggressive fast thrust of Dia's tongue. While he's lick deep inside you, tight grip on your thighs so you wouldn't squirm too much, Luci also helps you reach the edge, squeezing, pushing and teasing your throbbing clit.

He can see your blushing face, as you bite your lip, trying to muffle such beautiful sounds, as you shut your eyes, oversensitive now with all these touches… You suddenly arch your back, freezing in place for a moment, and then a wave of goosebumps rush over you body, engulfing you in pleasure. Already weak voice get even more high pitched as you moan loudly, pushing your hips to Dia face. Needless to say that he keeps being glued to your pussy, enjoying the warmth of your folds..

Every small detail gets straight to both demons' memories, and Luci will totally tease you about that after.

But right now, when you are finally prepared well for something more, all that they want is to see more.. Your sweet taste and desperate whines had no more than whetted their appetite.

"Darling, please.." - Dia finally pulls away, looking at you with deep, hungry eyes, such a possessive gaze that makes you shiver. - "I can't take it any more..I need to feel you.."

That's when the real Lord's side, not that goofy and charming one, wakes up. As now all he wants is to drown in your body, to get as closer as he always wishes..

"Then i think it's time for our birdie to also work with her mouth, hm?" - Lucifer chuckles, and moves a little.

Without any words, they quickly change positions, laying you in bed on your stomach. Now, when you faced Lucifer, more exactly his hips, you noticed a hard bulge in his pants that was pushing your back all this time, making you wonder about how his dick looks.. Well now you also have the opportunity to taste it.

Then you suddenly gasp, feeling Dia's arms on your hips, grasping soft skin with greed. He already left so many bruises and hickeys on your inner thighs, yet now decided to mark your hips too.

With trembling hands, you slowly unzip Luci's pants, revealing a long cock in front of you, the tip of his head already in pre-cum. He chuckles, noticing how your eyes widened a little and patted your head.

"What's wrong? Afraid you can't take it?"

You just scoff and lick your lips, first just touching him with your arms, fingertips gently go over his whole length, low groans of prideful demon telling you how much he likes it, as grip on your hair gets a little stronger. While Dia finally got rid of his pants too, hands quickly wrapped around your ass again. Despite his whole body was aching for finally just fuck you, he still decided to prolong small foreplay, caressing your wet folds with his dick, soaking in your juices and mixing them with his precum.

"Mm.. Dia, please.." - you can't help but mumble, tickling the sensitive skin of Luci's dick with your hot breath, as your cunt was also aching for some wild, fast pounding. Dia's tongue was good, but you wanted to feel yourself full and stretched with something bigger..

You and him groan breathless at the same time as his head finally pushes into your walls, and he immediately thrust fully inside you, pressing your trembling hips to his. For a moment you both froze, hitted with pleasure, all your sensation concentrated in your pussy as you kept clenching around him, sinking his hot cock deeper and deeper. Too carried away, your grasp on the base of Lucifer's dick, mewling and whimpering. Well, maybe you do look cute with such a pathetic face but demon groans, getting impatient. With his hand on your hair he pushes your head closer to his pulsing glans, dominating sharp gaze tells you everything better than any words.

So you open your lips a little, placing a passionate kiss on the tip of his dick, slowly getting down and peppering his whole length with kisses. You just wanted to tease him too, and it looked like Luci kinda liked it, watching as you tried so hard to amuse him.

Yet it was kinda hard to concentrate when Dia started finally moving, stretching you open wide with his cock, as almost immediately he started with a fast pace, too hungry for any slow gentle sex right now. And it was just what you needed, as you lifted your hips and spread your legs wider, enjoying how his dick grinding against your walls. His hands keep stroking your cheeks and slowly his fingertips get closer to your asshole, tickling tight muscles.

"Don't you worry, s/o.." - Dia can't help but let out a low chuckle, noticing as you turn to him a little confused. - "I should prepare you for the next round too, don't you think..?"

Next round? Tingles run down your spine right to your heated core as you just thought about what would wait for you tonight..

"Well, if she would deserve this second round.." - Lucifer interrupts your thoughts, smirking. - "You have some work to do here.."

Nodding, you lick his whole length and finally take him in your mouth and small vibrations tickle him as you keep moaning even with dick in your mouth. Dia just was too good, hitting your g spot with every thrust, whimpering and mumbling about how tight you are around his cock. It feels like your clenching walls are almost melting him in its warmth, sending him over the edge as he gets faster. And no, he did not plan to cum anytime soon, as demon was waiting too long to finally have a taste of your passion. Even drugged by your body, to all this delight he finally feels, Dia can last for a long time, wishing to please you as much as he can.

While Luci wanted you to please him. And you did a good job, sucking him so obediently as he leads you with his arm, setting a right pace. Your hot tongue around his cock makes him bite his lips as this demon also starts getting more local. Just a few minutes and you find all his soft places, moaning louder on purpose just to hear as low groans break from his chest.

Now the whole room was filled with the whimpers and groans of you three, as soonly you were able to catch up with Dia's pace, moving your lips around dick in your mouth with the same rhythm.

You feel as Luci's dick begins to swell and twitch in your mouth as he leaned back against the pillows, his breathing began to falter, and his fingers tightened on the back of your head. All his movements were kinda sloppy now, as he slowly got closer and closer, melting in your hot wet mouth.

"Fuck.. S/o.. Keep your pretty mouth like that, and look me right in the eyes, I want to see your face when you would savor my semen.."

While Dia's movements become more ragged as he roughly fuck you. He lost all his sanity, just grasping on your hips with a shaky hand, while another one kept playing with your anus, fingers pushing tight walls here too. He pounds you faster and faster, stretching your clenching pussy with force, his dick pulsing more and more.

"S/o.. Please.. Let me cum inside.. Let me make you mine.."

It looks like you three were almost on edge, the room was filled with moans and wet sounds of body slapping to each other.

Three bodies reach the climax and two pairs of arms grasp your body tightly, as two men call your name, lost in their orgasm. You were overflowing with mind shattering pleasure, if they hadn't held you with all their strength you would already collapse on bed, legs too weak now... Your pussy clenched around Dia even harder as his thick cum filled your hot walls. He keeps with fast pace for a little before eventually slowing down, sloppy thrusting in you, spreading last drops of his semen in your cunt.

Same big shoot of cum hit your throat as Luci push your head, almost face fucking you. His deep satisfied groan makes you tingle, as you keep licking his dick, almost cleaning it from all sperm, mixing it with your saliva.

For a few moments you all just breathe heavily, trying to calm down. Of course you notice Luci's playful cunning gaze and needy strokes of Dia's hands on your ass..

They both change their position again, carrying your weak trembling body. And even as you feel absolutely drained, as soon as you notice that their dick still hard and ready for more, your pussy throb, asking for more too..

You lean back to Dia's big chest as he holds your thighs. Luci stands in front of you, and now you are sandwiched between them too, their hot bodies send shivers down your spine.

"So, darling, what do you think? Can't take us both..?" - Luci purr, and you felt as two pulsing dicks pressing to your clenching in anticipation holes.

That was not the end. Just very very begging.. begging of long night with two men who will not let you go so easily now, fucking you until any thoughts would disappear from your pretty head, and only their names would be aching in your mind now..

[nightmarevore]

Craving — The Hike

Luke invites his new roommate, Rowan, on a hike. The two get lost, and Rowan's hunger gets the better of him....

Contains: Soft vore, safe vore, same size, inexperienced prey, male pred, male prey, minor injuries.

Words: 7,075

Ao3 Link.

The prequel to "I Get a Craving and I Wake Up For You"

Luke’s new roommate was such a strange one. He had a habit of keeping to himself, though Luke hadn’t the damndest clue why. Luke had just moved in and needed a roommate to help pay the rent, and this Rowan guy seemed like the better applicant than all of the other ones he got. He promised Luke quiet time during most hours and rent paid on time. Which was good! A loud, obnoxious roommate was one of the last things Luke needed in his new apartment. 

What he didn’t expect though, was someone so… distant. Rowan hardly came out of his room. The only time he did so was to grab food or scribble something into a notebook in the living room. He at least wanted to get to know the person he would be living with. Especially since he was relatively nice looking. Handsome, even. It wasn’t hard to admit that the boy had a bit of a crush on the other. 

Something something something you have a type, and it’s jocks.

After some time of giving Rowan some time to settle in, Luke knocked on his door inviting him to go on a hike with him. It’d be good for exercise, and though Rowan looked like he didn’t need it, it was at least a nice bonding activity. They could talk on the trail and get to know one another. It was a sound plan. 

“This is one of my favorite trails.” Luke begins, stepping a foot forward. He holds a hand over his eyes, blocking the sunlight. There’s a long walk ahead of them, but they can make it. 

“…Mhm.” Rowan responds from behind him, taking a few steps forward to walk closely behind the other. 

Luke thinks about how mysterious Rowan is. Even now, he’s mysterious. Distant. What kind of person is he? He works out, that much is clear. They spoke before in the past, but nothing like full conversations. It made the boy a bit sad. 

This is going to fix that, though. He knows it will. 

With determination in his eyes, Luke removes the hair tie from his wrist and pulls his hair back into a messy bun. He turns to Rowan, motioning forward, and then taking off with a fast walk. 

“What do you do for a living anyway, Rowan? I feel like you’re some kind of cryptid.” Luke speaks up with a cheeky smile on his face. 

Rowan snorts, trailing behind his roommate. Luke wants to play small talk? Best to play along for now. 

“I’m in between jobs.” He states bluntly. Best not to get anymore deep than that, right? He has no business knowing more about him. It’s best if he keeps to himself. For Luke and for himself. 

Despite how nice his new roommate seems. 

Rowan isn’t one for conversation, is he? He expected that to sort of go on for a bit longer, but it didn’t. He’s not much for conversation, is he? He’d be able to get something out of him, right? They are living in the same space after all. They should at least know a little bit about each other.

“So… Cryptid. Alright! That’s fine, don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” Luke’s smile remains, and Rowan scoffs.

This is just a ploy to get him talking, isn’t it? Luke doesn’t… need to be close to him. He doesn’t hate Luke, he just…. His condition makes things hard. He just needs someone to pay rent with and move on. 

“You’re not much of a talker, huh?” Luke asks, shrugging. “Anyway, you go hiking before?” 

Rowan’s eyes gaze along the trees they walk past. This place is beautiful. He has to wonder just how Luke found this place. He glances back over to the shorter man, making sure he hadn’t fallen behind. Maybe cryptid wasn’t far from the truth. 

“Once or twice, when I was younger.” Rowan answers. 

“Did you have any good paths here? I think I got a bit lucky, finding this one for us. I’ve walked this trail, but never this path. It’s quite beautiful.” 

“Don’t remember.” Rowan lies. He doesn’t need to tell Luke he never lived here before. Luke doesn’t need to know he’s from out of town. Luke doesn’t need to know his past or his childhood. Why’s he being so pushy, anyway?

Rolling his eyes to himself, Rowan continues to admire the nature that surrounds them. The environment sort of seems to blend together. Between the trees and the rubble, it all looks the same. There’s more trees. More dirt. Maybe a giant rock. In fact, there’s even a bridge over a large pit up ahead. That one is a bit new. 

“You’re fun at parties.” The shifter offhandedly comments as they walk across the bridge. Luke looks down, raising an eyebrow and watching the height. More trees down there. Maybe wildlife? 

Regardless, this is a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. Rowan isn’t really… engaging in conversation. Maybe something, but three or more words isn’t really enough to go somewhere. Swallowing his anxiety, as they make it across, Luke turns on the path’s fork, going off on where he thinks the path might lead to. Looking behind, he sees Rowan still following him. He looks like he’s off in his own world. 

Luke places his hands in his pockets as his eyes trail to the ground. He didn’t know what to say at the moment. What could he even say that Rowan might not shoot down? 

“You play any games?” He chimes in. 

“Eh… sort of.” Rowan responds. 

“Yeah? What kind?” 

“Whatever looks good.” 

“Yeah? what’s that?” Luke raises an eyebrow, turning to walk backwards as he faces his roommate. 

Rowan chuckles, shaking his head. This trick of Luke’s—He’s going to hurt himself. 

“I dunno, I—… I dunno, man. Whatever. You’re gonna get yourself hurt if you don’t walk forward.” Rowan attempts to avoid the question. Maybe coming on this hike with him was a bad idea. 

“What? Nuh-uh, this is fine. Look, I’m totally and completely f—Wuh…!!” Luke’s foot slips, and suddenly he’s falling off the trail and down a hill. His hand reaches out, but he falls too quickly. 

“Luke!” Rowan calls after him, jumping forward. It looks like a steep drop, and Luke is still falling. 

Holy shit, Rowan thinks to himself. He has to go after him. Because he’s dumb, he does. He jumps off the trail and digs his heels into the dirt and slides down, following the path that his roommate made on the way down. 

“Luke!!” Rowan calls out, looking down. It looks like he disappeared along some shrubs at the bottom. 

“I’m okay! I’m alive!” Luke responds, clearly winded. He huffs, terrified. His hand clutches the fabric of his shirt in his hand, and his eyes stare straight up at the line of trees above. 

Rowan arrives at the bottom, skidding against debris of rock, soil, and leaves. 

“Jesus Christ, man! You’re gonna give me a heart attack. I literally just said you were gonna hurt yourself.” Rowan’s voice is filled with worry. Luke smiles at this, thinking that Rowan does, in fact, care. 

“Awww… you’re worried about me.” The man on the ground attempts to push himself up, but he hasn’t fully recovered from all the flips and tumbling that just happened. There’s definitely gonna be a few bruises.

“Shut up.” The other stands by Luke’s side, holding his arm and helping him up. “Can you stand?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little confused. Nothing’s broken.” Luke smiles. 

“Good. No idea where we are, though.” Rowan checks over his roommate one more time. He just has a few scratches here and there. Which is good, really. Things could’ve ended a lot worse. A slight pang hits the back of Rowan’s mind. He thinks that Luke smells quite sweet, actually. Maybe even delicious. 

The pang hits his stomach. 

Oh, dear god, no.

Rowan pulls his hands away from Luke. He fucking forgot to eat before they left. He forgot to eat this week. He thought he didn’t need it, so it wasn’t on his list of priorities. Maybe he can fix it when they get back? The only issue now is getting back. They’re far beyond any sort of trail now. If they end up being out longer than expected…. 

Rowan bites his lip, holding his breath. 

“I think we need to get home. A-and get you, um… Y’know, taken care of.” Rowan spits out. 

“Oh! Right, of course.” The size shifter looks down to the ground, getting a feel for his feet again. No more walking backwards. Got it. “I sort of know this trail. I think we’ll be back on track if we go this way.” 

Pointing in a direction, Luke motions for Rowan to follow. 

He’s not sure how Luke can just tell where they’re going, especially now. Each mini tower of tree just kind of looks the same. They all do. Same enough to blend together. 

He just has to bite the bullet and follow him. To trust him. 

. . . 

“Not to be a dick, Luke, but when do you think we’ll get back?” Rowan raises his voice, speaking up. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since they last made a turn. Trees, shrubs, and the occasional log mix together in one bland pallet. Rowan thinks his stomach is beginning to hurt. 

“I-I dunno…. I kind of…. I dunno.” Luke mumbles, lost in his thoughts. He’s beginning to regret this, wondering if this was a good idea at all. Between Rowan refusing to really engage and Luke falling and hurting himself, this was starting to be a disaster. “Why?” 

Rowan tenses up, eyes widening. 

“N-no reason.” The man places his hand over his stomach, wincing at the sudden sharp pain that shoots through his stomach so quickly. 

Everything is fine. Things are fine. Rowan hopes they’re not too far away from the correct trail so they can get back on track and home. The pain dissipates, but he knows it’s not for long. He knows it’ll get worse the longer this goes on. 

Luke turns to look at his estranged roommate, raising an eyebrow. His expression speaks louder than his words. ‘No reason,’ he says while he looks like he’s annoyed to hell and back. Is he making that bad of an impression? Maybe it’s the fact they’re lost. 

Lost…. He hadn’t thought that until just now. 

“I need you to not be mad, but I think we’re lost. Like, maybe we took a wrong turn.” 

Rowan chews at his lip, grumbling. Fuck.

“Awesome.” Sarcasm seeps from the predator’s words, and it’s then he knows agreeing to this was a bad idea. He thought maybe giving Luke this one interaction would satisfy his curiosity, but now he knows he shouldn’t even have done that. Now, Rowan finds himself needing to keep his mouth shut. His sharpened teeth are beginning to show in full force; a display of the man’s gnawing hunger. He can’t even hold them back correctly. 

Shit, he didn’t think this would happen so fast. His hunger has never hit him this hard before. Could it be the moment? His nervousness and anxiety? His hand’s grip on his middle tightens. The ache in his belly trembles in and out in waves far more aggressive than before. Luke’s smell…. it’s enough to make him drool. God, he hopes he doesn’t. 

“Listen, I-I’m sorry, I know this sucks. But we can find our way back. I know we can. It’s not all bad, yeah? This trail isn’t too big.” Luke motions for Rowan to follow him, huffing and biting his lip. This is fine. Everything is fine. They’ll be able to get back on a decent trail. To get back home. Luke can just… pretend he didn’t fuck everything up. “Let me know if you recognize anything? It can help get us back on track. If you were paying attention.” 

“Uh, yeah… Sure. Will do.” 

Just keep walking, Rowan. Ignore the pain. Just keep walking. Walking behind Luke. If he can just stay out of Luke’s line of sight, he wouldn’t have to notice how awful he looks right now. The two trek aimlessly forward. 

This isn’t getting any easier. In fact, it’s getting worse. Every step led to more, intense pain. Longer pangs of starving hunger. His stomach fighting his body—Demanding a meal. And that horrifies him. In fact, as Rowan’s eyes land on Luke’s back, watching his hair bounce in his bun, watching his arms move as he walks, he begins salivating. 

No, absolutely not. This isn’t a fugue. Rowan still has his mind. He’s not about to ruin what’s supposed to be a fresh start with his stupid Predator bullshit. If he just holds on a bit longer, then he can make it and just pay off some random in the town to sit in his stomach for a while…. 

Rowan’s arms both wrap around his core, hoping it’d somehow stop the pain. Which doesn’t work, because of course it doesn’t. Rowan’s stomach lets out a pained, hollow empty cry. He’s doomed.

“Whoa, someone’s hungry.” Luke chimes in, keeping his eyes forward. Did Rowan not eat before they left? The thought almost makes Luke feel even worse. He’s so clumsy, his fall got them in so much trouble. With how distant Rowan is, he wouldn’t be surprised if he hated the man. Luke would hate him if he was in Rowan’s shoes. 

He huffs, shaking the thought. Focus on the surrounding nature and push through. 

With another sound coming from Rowan’s stomach, even louder this time, Luke’s brows furrow and he stops to turn around and look at him. 

“Did you skip breakfast or something? Dude, we could’ve gotten something for you on the way here, you know!” The size shifter speaks, placing his hands on his hips. 

Luke suddenly turning around startles Rowan. This isn’t good. 

“No, no, it’s…. It’s fine, I just—… Uh, I didn’t—“ The predator’s mind blanks. The churning and full on punches in his gut are nearly unbearable. Fuck, Rowan is hungry. He fails to hold back a subtle hiss at a particularly large pang of hunger. He breathes through his teeth, his lips curling back lightly and showing off his sharpened canines mindlessly. 

He really can’t hold this back any longer, can he? Rowan��s focus lands on Luke’s somewhat surprised and terrified expression. 

Rowan really is a monster. 

Luke thinks Rowan looks absolutely terrible. He looks pale. He’s hugging his stomach, and his teeth…. Were they always sharp? 

“Uh….” Not knowing how to respond to the situation, all Luke can do is laugh pathetically as he rubs his arm. “What’s… uh, are you… okay…?” 

Fuck, Rowan thinks. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

There really is no going back from this. He didn’t want to resort to this, but if he held out any longer, something was going to happen. Something bad. His mind would fog and he wouldn’t be all there. He didn’t want to scare Luke more than he already has. 

Hopefully Luke isn’t claustrophobic. 

“Ah… Luke, um… have you heard of preds? Predators?” Rowan finally asks, biting the bullet. 

Green hues stare at the other man in silence. It feels like gears are turning in his head. He keeps rubbing at his arm. 

“I dunno, a little? They… need to eat people, I think. Right? They’re rare.” 

Rowan nods in response. Good, this isn’t going to be a complete shock. 

“Yeah, well… That’s me, that’s what I am. A pred.” He sounds words through another wince, feeling awkward and vulnerable. “And, well, uh…. I made a mistake, and I need to eat. Like, Right now.” 

Luke completely freezes, trying to read his roommate’s face. Is he trying to play a joke? He’s not acting like this is a joke. His mysterious, handsome, jockey roommate is secretly a predator and needs to eat people. Rowan used to be so quiet, and now…. 

Luke’s breath hitches, and his face flushes as he realizes the situation. 

“You… Wait, you… need to eat me? Like right now?” This is genuinely something you don’t hear everyday. Luke is a size shifter, it might be easy to shrink down, but is he even safe? “How does that work? Would it hurt? Would I be okay?” 

Luke’s mind is racing, and that’s understandable, but Rowan literally cannot wait anymore. 

“No! Um, at least, I don’t think so.” Rowan hates this. This is so weird. “I mean, nobody’s ever… Nobody I’ve ever… you know, has been hurt from it.” 

His stomach is screaming at him now. The sight of Luke nearly has saliva slipping out of his mouth. 

“Well…. What do you say?” 

“Uh….” Luke hesitates. His face is bright red. This situation is something he couldn’t have imagined in a million years. He had never been eaten before. Even so, how were they going to navigate with Luke inside the other’s stomach? Even that thought alone sounds ridiculous. He’s thinking about being eaten right now, how insane is that? “I… guess so? I-I can… shrink down, or something, to—“ 

Rowan’s hands reach over for Luke’s shoulders quickly, not hearing anything else after being given the okay. He’s so hungry he needs someone down his throat now. He surges forward, mouth wide open and his fangs on full display as Luke’s eyes widen at the sight. He doesn’t have much time to react as Rowan’s mouth engulf’s Luke’s entire head, shoving him headfirst. The predator immediately swallows at feeling his meal press against the back of his throat. 

Each swallow is quick, loud, and aggressive. Luke couldn’t even finish his sentence before being eaten. All the size shifter can do is keep his eyes shut as he’s continually and forcefully shoved down his roommate’s throat. The fact this is even happening is enough to make Luke dizzy. His body is constricted by the powerful organ, and any attempt to move or shift fails as he’s trapped in place. 

Rowan’s heartbeat approaches the man’s ears, and the predator himself gently closes his eyes. He purrs as he takes in the man’s flavor. He feels the other’s head descend from his throat and into his chest, making him desperate. Rowan grabs at Luke’s arms, sliding his body further down within him with a few thick swallows. 

Luke’s head slips into the desperate stomach, and they both feel it. Luke hears nothing but the sounds of Rowan’s body around him. His swallows, his breathing, his heartbeat, and even his stomach as he enters the empty chamber. It groans at his presence, and he can’t tell if it was out of hunger, or because it now has food in it. 

Food? 

Did Luke just refer to himself as food? 

This entire situation is overwhelming for the size shifter. Five seconds ago, being eaten was a brand new concept to him. Now, he’s being stuffed and swallowed down. Pushed further and further down his roommate’s body. He even feels his feet lift off the ground as Rowan continues to loudly swallow his entire body. His face flushes, and Luke finally opens his eyes. The inside of the stomach is just as dark as Rowan’s mouth and throat. His breathing is hitched as he swallows more and more of his body, and his heartbeat is racing. It’s wild how much of his body he can hear…. It’s kind of enjoyable.

A chill runs down Luke’s spine. The warm air of the other man’s insides coupled with the cold air of the outside made for a strange, body temperature difference. Not only that, but the fact that Rowan is so much more stronger than he looks. This should be impossible, lifting someone up like this. 

With an aggressive exhale out of Rowan’s nose, the predator groans as he feels Luke finally filling his empty stomach. He should be filling him up and rounding out his middle. Determined to get the rest of him down, he grabs Luke’s legs and lifts them up as he pulls his head back. All that remains now are his roommate’s waist and legs, this shouldn’t be too hard to finish now. A muffled, surprised yelp can be heard through the flesh of his center. Luke shifts, feeling the weight and gravity shift to pull him downwards. Thankfully, said gravity would allow him to get his meal down with a few more hearty gulps. 

One swallow sends the rest of his waist down. Luke’s arms press against the stomach walls, trying to keep himself from being pressed up against the flesh in front of him uncomfortably. 

Another swallow pulls Luke’s thighs past his lips and down his throat. The powerful organ grumbles at the presence of such a filling meal. Satisfaction, perhaps?

Rowan lets go of the man’s legs, believing they’ll sit still and slide down. Downwards, sliding ever closer down the tight confines of his throat. 

With how powerful and strong each swallow felt and sounded, it’s almost like Rowan has eaten people like this so many times before. Has he? Luke tumbles around inside, trying to get more comfortable and in a better position as more of his body slips through the esophagus and into the fleshy organ. It’s tight in here, that’s for sure. 

In response to feeling the other shift within him, the predator swallows, getting past his knees. He feels Luke’s hands press all around the walls inside. His back even leans up against what feels like the front of his belly. 

Luke isn’t sure what he thinks about this situation. Maybe one more swallow would seal him within another human being. Something he never even thought of in the past. But he’s here now, being eaten. Being swallowed down and hearing the powerful swallows, the powerful heartbeat of someone else. Seeing the body from where one would never usually see it. 

Why… did this feel nice? 

Luke feels so satisfyingly comfortable to the predator. The way he moves about and the way he sits inside him just feels right. His mind craves this; the feeling of another person moving within his gullet. Within his stomach. He knows he’s going to regret this. He always does. Despite this, right now, he needs this, and he is going to allow himself to bask in the moment. 

Gllk—!

“Ah, Rowan?” Luke’s muffled voice chimes in again. 

Rowan doesn’t hear it. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back once again. His lips ring around his prey’s ankles.

One more swallow.

One of Rowan’s hands press against his expanding, distended belly. It feels wonderful. His free hand lifts, pressing down on the other’s feet to force them past his lips, into his mouth, and down his throat. A  powerful swallow seals them, sending the man’s entire body into his stomach with pride. Finally. Completely encompassed by flesh, Luke is entirely within him. He takes his hand back, straightening his head. His throat massages at his prey’s body, but it’s this final, powerful, loud swallow that sends them down quickly to meet the rest of him. 

Rowan exhales with relief. 

With all of Luke finally stuffed within the organ, the size shifter curls up, trying to keep himself steady. Rowan’s breathing picks up, and he can feel Rowan shift around outside as he moves around himself. This… this is strange. 

Pressing down into the flesh under him, the consumed man attempts to prop himself up and squeeze himself through the flesh that hugs him into a comfortable position. Saliva presses his clothes into his skin, as well as his hair. The walls gently knead at him, and he finally feels like he’s in a somewhat better position. But he keeps his hands steady, to keep himself in an upright position. 

Rowan’s fingers guide themselves down the curve of his middle. Hunger and pain are replaced with fullness and contentment. Luke’s movements as he tries to get comfortable even feel amazing. Like an internal massage. He feels as though he hadn’t focused on the feeling of his meals this much before. His stomach gurgles loudly, perhaps happy to finally be fed. It’s even nice, no, wonderful, to watch Luke move and shift under the skin. To have Luke under his skin…. 

All his. 

Mesmerized by the sight, he thinks of how much of an idiot he was for not doing this sooner. Why would he go this long without feeding himself? Not with how nice this feels. God, he’s an idiot. Gently pressing over the bump that he thinks are one of his meal’s hands, a burp forces its way through his chest and out. 

He covers his mouth, though his worry isn’t here. He’s finally full.

“I…. Do you feel better?” Luke’s voice is quiet, and calm. Definitely hides the fact that Luke’s cheeks are bright red. 

The muffled voice of his roommate through his skin jolts the predator out of his haze. 

Oh, right. He just… ate his roommate. He basically just met this guy. This guy didn’t even know anything about his monstrous side. His hunger for people. Living people. Now, he’s curled up within his gut. God, how does he even feel? Rowan’s been so focused on himself he didn’t even bother to ask how Luke felt. Is he terrified?

“Shit, yeah… Much better.” Green eyes fall to his middle, attempting to make out the man’s orientation under all those layers of flesh and organs. Rowan swallows nervously, dropping his hands underneath in an attempt to support the weight of his stomach and asks in a small voice, “Um… You okay in there?” 

Luke falls silent, looking up. Is he okay? Fuck, he doesn’t know. Rowan is so mysterious. He’s a predator and needs to eat people alive, for God’s sake. The burp from earlier pushed all of the walls against him and made his cheeks hot. What did the burp even mean? 

He feels as Rowan’s hands brush the outside and support his weight. Rowan enjoys this? Did he act like this with everyone he eats? Maybe… Maybe he was a good meal? Eugh, it feels weird calling himself that. But that is what he is, right? Rowan ate him. He’s inside the predator’s stomach. 

He thinks that he’s lucky Rowan can’t see his face. He swears, his face must be so red it’s embarrassing. So many conflicting feelings. 

“Y-yes!” Luke nods and closes his eyes. Maybe he can just focus on the sounds that surround him. The feelings that surround him. It’s soft, yet tight. Definitely not as tight and constricting as the throat, though. Opening his eyes, Luke presses his hands back into the fleshy walls to keep himself steady. “I’m a bit thrown off, though. I thought you would wait for me to change my size, or something! I didn’t expect you to eat me at full size.” 

“Y’know, I… probably should have.” Taking a heavy step backwards, Rowan aims to rest his back against a tree behind him. Luke shifts inside him in response to the change of weight. The predator exhales. He’s so dumb. Potentially, this can ruin his new apartment situation. All because he couldn’t get a goddamn meal at the right time. “I couldn’t stop myself, I guess. It got pretty bad there for a sec.” 

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

“Look, Luke, uh….” Rubbing at his wrist, Rowan looks away from his stomach. “I-I’m sorry… about this shit. I kinda was planning on not mentioning this to you at all. It’s not something for you to deal with.” 

The idea that Rowan felt horrible for not eating is strange. If it felt bad, why would he hide it? Luke looks up to where Rowan’s voice booms down from above. Rowan looked awful before. Sick and the color had nearly left his face. He should’ve at least known in case of an emergency…

Luke huffs. 

“It’s fine, yeah? I got us lost in the first place with that fall. Plus I’ve heard a little bit about preds before. It’s not all bad, okay?” Exhaling again, Luke looks around before looking back at his hands resting against the fleshy walls of Rowan’s stomach. Out of curiosity, he presses them outwards, letting his hands sink in. He wonders what it looks like from the outside. “I’m glad you told me, but this was a helluva way to tell me, huh?” 

Huffing, Rowan lets out a small laugh. 

“Heh. Yeah…” His eyes drag themselves to his stomach. They watch curiously as Luke presses out. His hands move instinctively to press back at the bumps. It’s strange, the predator can feel the shape of Luke’s hands through the layers of flesh. It’s so strange, but something about the way he’s settled within him feels… right. Perhaps even better than any prey he’s had in the past. “… Thanks. Though…” 

Rowan realizes his anxiety about this whole thing is still pretty high. Why wouldn’t it be? This new person in his life is guaranteed to see him as a total freak now. Even so, the presence in his stomach; the weight of the other so perfectly filling up his insides and moving against the walls, has him feeling so very comfortable. 

“I’ll get you out eventually,” The man finally finishes. “We don’t have to acknowledge this happened afterwards. It must be pretty weird.” 

“It’s not something I’m used to! That’s for sure. I don’t really know how to describe it, but I guess I can cross ‘Get eaten by the guy I took on a hike and got lost with’ off my bucket list, right?” Luke laughs to himself, albeit awkwardly. Rowan laughs softly in response.

It’s flustering to feel Rowan move around him. To push at him. To breathe. To speak. To live. Rowan is already pretty attractive as it was, but this is different. Intimate. Indirectly, their hands are pressing against each other. They’re close, in the sense that Luke is literally inside of the predator. Under his skin. Swallowed down and consumed, tucked away. Closer to Rowan’s heart than he would’ve been outside… 

Luke wonders if his face can get anymore red. 

“Um… How does it… feel? To… have someone in your stomach, like this?” The shifter spits out. 

Hm. What an awkward question, Rowan thinks. 

“… I’m not sure how to describe it super well. Perhaps like this… little weighted warmth right inside of you. I can feel you move around and brush against the inside of my stomach. I can see you push out and roll… It’s a strange sensation, but… It’s nice. Comforting, in a way. And…. and you feel really nice in there.” Rowan’s hands mindlessly massage against his distended belly. His eyes gently drift shut, and he focuses on the feeling of Luke within him. Between the weight, the warmth, and the rising and falling of his breath, the near perfect sense of fullness is breathtaking. This sensation his roommate gives him feels like he was made to fit perfectly inside his stomach. Inside his core. 

Rowan jolts, realizing the words he just said. The thoughts dancing around his mind. He blinks as his eyes quickly widen and his face flushes. Dread overtakes him. 

“I-I mean, like— It’s like… like you being in there stops the hunger, right? I-It’s nice to, uh, not be in pain and all that!” The man chokes out in a cough, once again forcing himself to look away from his stomach. Luke shifts as the cough squishes him within. He can feel his face heating up. What the fuck, Rowan! What the fuck?!

Luke stays silent in an attempt to sort his thoughts. He curls up, leaning further into the stomach wall behind him. It wraps around him and he feels himself sink. Rowan’s breath hitches around him as he feels the sensation. Rowan definitely has his weight leaning against something, though the shifter doesn’t know what. Focusing on the sounds that surround him, his face flushes as he’s described as ‘nice.’ It’s a simple thing, really. Such a small, insignificant comment, as he’s surrounded by and hugged by Rowan’s flesh. The organ that gently kneads at and squishes him. That groans and gurgles around him. Rowan’s heart as it beats. His lungs that inhale and exhale—Luke subconsciously met his breathing with his predator’s. 

Rowan really, really likes this, doesn’t he? Maybe… Maybe Luke likes this, too. However, he shifts to shove his face into his hands, burying himself into the nearest stomach wall. 

“Um… I—I see. It’s not, um… as tight as I expected, you know? Your stomach really stretched out. I can’t even begin to think what it looks like from the outside.” Luke finally exhales, accidentally kicking his foot into one of the stomach walls.

“Huh? Yeah? Oh, yeah. That is pretty weird, isn’t it? But I think it’s a predator thing. Stretchy insides, I think? Something a doctor told me as a kid, I dunno. I’ve never had much trouble getting bigger things down. That’s—pretty fucking weird to say, isn’t it?” A finger traces gently along the curves of Luke’s body tucked away within him. He chuckles. “You have made me a bit bigger, though. If I look hard enough, I think I can make out the position you’re in?”

Luke feels thankful that Rowan can’t see his expression, especially at the last comment. He might not have let him live it down, if he did. Probably. Would he think he’s weird for getting so flustered? Being inside here was a lot nicer than he expected. Squishy and a bit wet, but nice. Honestly, he can see himself getting tired enough and falling asleep. 

Luke shakes his head. He has to stay awake. How weird would it be to fall asleep inside the man who just ate you? … Well, probably not as weird as eating someone. Still. 

He thinks to himself for a moment; the cogs turn within his brain. Luke moves his body curiously, using his legs to press down and force his head up against whatever wall was above him. He knows he’s not upside down since his head isn’t being pulled down by gravity, but whatever orientation he’s at within Rowan’s belly is unknown to him.

It’s a tight push, but he forces himself to go as far as possible, trying and failing to hold back laughter.

“Whoa—hey!!” Rowan yelps as he watches the skin of his middle strain against the shape pushing out from his torso. There’s a prominent bump. It stretches out, vibrating with the other’s laughter. “What the fuck, dude! That is not an invitation to test it out!”

He shoves back into his stomach with his open palms, feigning anger and annoyance but failing to hold back the laughter that bubbles within him and forces itself out in response. Honestly, the squirming and pushing feels genuinely and strangely nice. He can’t place it, but having Luke inside and moving around like this has him more relaxed, significantly more compared to the start of their hike. Luke laughing in there is soothing. Perhaps even ebbing away some of the awkwardness from before. 

“Yeah, Sorry! Sorry, I wanted to try it. I couldn’t help myself.” Feeling the push back, he falls back into his previous position. Rowan massages the skin around him, and it’s soothing. This isn’t so bad. He also noticed his roommate became more talkative, too. Is this a way to get him to speak? To be eaten…?

“Pretty sure you’re right side up, in case you wanted to know, by the way.” Rowan chimes through his thoughts.

“Oh! Okay, cool. I wasn’t sure. It’s hard to tell what’s up and down in here.” The shifter responds, burrowing into the predator’s insides and closing his eyes. Man, he really is getting tired. Incredibly tired. He didn’t expect this to be so.. relaxing. Is it the warmth? The organ wrapping around him and holding him in place? 

Wait, aren’t they lost? 

Luke’s eyes shoot open. 

“So… um… How are we going to get home?” 

“How are we—?” Fuck, right’s right. They’re lost. That’s what’s happening. And now Luke is stuck inside his belly, unable to see anything outside of him, which means…. “I guess I gotta get us back now, huh?”

Rowan groans in annoyance, wishing he paid attention to literally anything around them earlier. With a huff, he removes his hands from his bloated belly and pushes himself off of the tree he was leaning on. He has to accommodate for the new weight now, too. He’s used to having bigger prey, but not… moving around like this. 

“I guess I’ll just start walking? Hope for the best?” The predator looks down to his stomach as he talks to it and begins walking. 

“I guess? Maybe try and turn around? I dunno…” So much changes around the size shifter. The change in weight as Rowan stands up and begins to walk. He can feel every step he takes and his breathing and heartbeat pickup at the sudden action taking place. This is all too weird. Luke brings his hands up once again to press against the walls on either side of him to steady himself. Maybe he should try and break the silence in the meantime. So, Luke takes a breath and says, “How often do you need to do this, if you don’t mind me asking? Eat people, I mean.”

“Oh, well, uh… Maybe every few—” Rowan cuts himself off. This isn’t Luke’s problem to deal with. Rowan isn’t a child, he’s just a really weird hungry adult. This is a one time thing. It has to be. He can’t subject Luke to more of this shit than is necessary… No matter how much he enjoys his sweet taste or the shape of him inside of his gut. “No, no. You sure you even want to deal with that? After we get back. Somehow. Like, this shit will be over and I can spit you back out and we don’t have to ever talk about this again.” 

As a form of punishment for himself, Rowan removes his hands from his engorged stomach and shoves them into his jacket’s pockets. He wants to touch it and feel more of Luke’s form, but he won’t allow himself to.

“I dunno, I just want to know. We live together, so I wanted to know…. I wanted to take this hike to get to know you…” Did Luke mess this up already? They were talking before he mentioned getting back home. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it at all. Maybe it would’ve been better for Rowan to stay leaned up against whatever and they could just talk. “If this is a part of you, I’d like to get to know more about it.”

Rowan sucks in a breath. His pace slows down as he listens to the muffled voice of his roommate. His meal. He seems so sincere about wanting to get to know him. Rowan isn’t sure how to react to that. He figured Luke would want to try talking to him. It was expected, but to go this far? To continue with his curiosity, even after Rowan fucking ate him? … A strange sense of warmth blossoms within his chest at the idea of Luke accepting even this part of him. 

“You—You really don’t mind this? Me being like this? You’re okay with it? I mean, look, I’d totally get it if all of this had you wanting to back out and find a new place or kick me out or whatever.”

“I don’t…. mind it, Rowan. I’ve heard a little bit about predators before,y’know?” Lyke swallows nervously, his face flushing again. At this point, his face will never be a normal color while inside Rowan. This is going to be fine. “I’m fine with it. I wouldn’t move out over something like this. I’m just… glad I could help you, in some way.”

Vague crush on the predator notwithstanding, that is.

“Oh, well… Thanks, I guess.” Rowan picks up the pace, trying his best to follow a vague trail that he manages to pick up. Trees and grass and trees and more grass and dirt… “I… Usually go once every two weeks or so. Maybe even a bit more if I’m dealing with, uh… cravings.”

As he spits out the final sentence, Rowan hesitantly removes a hand from his pocket and lets it simply rest upon the top of his engorged belly as he walks.

The faster pace shifts the stomach again. Luke holds the walls to keep himself steady. Who knows how long this’ll take. But man, did he want to fall asleep right now.

“You get cravings? Is that what the pain was about earlier? You looked like you were so uncomfortable. It must really suck having to deal with all this.” Luke replies.

“Yeah… It’s consistent, for the most part. Just gotta feed myself every now and then. Sometimes my stomach gets a mind of its own and I get cravings. It’s a pain in the ass.” In retrospect, thank god his cravings didn’t spiral into a full on mind fog. He never feels like himself like that. Like the predator within him shoves itself into the front of his mind and doesn’t stop until it gets what it wants. Hopefully, Luke wouldn’t have to see that. “You’re right though. If I can’t eat like this every now and then, it gets really bad. I start to feel woozy and it hurts like a bitch the longer I wait. Can’t say I’d recommend being a pred…”

“That sounds so rough… I’m really sorry I got us lost. I feel so bad about that.” Finally, Luke lets out a yawn. He sinks fully into the wall behind him. It’s… nice, despite what Rowan describes. Would he be doing this more often? Would he even let Rowan eat him again? Would he ask? He didn’t think he’d mind doing this again. The process of getting down was weird, but overall, it’s pretty nice. Despite the bile that causes his hair and clothes to stick to his skin. “If it’s any consolation, it’s nice in here.”

Shit.

“Heh…. don’t apologize, and…. Thanks.” Rowan smiles, patting the top of his belly. He looks down, green hues looking over the skin. Feeling Luke relax inside. 

However long it takes to get back on track, maybe it’s not all bad. 

[teecupangel]

You’ve got a lot of dog!Desmond covered and you’ve got a catboy nonny in the walls….. sooooooo….. just popped in my head….. dogboy!Desmond?

I was thinking of how different Dogboy Desmond would be to Catboy Desmond and I realize what the problem was…

I wrote Catboy Desmond to be adorable and sweet, with maybe a bit of touchstarved Desmond sprinkled in between. This meant that an adorable and loyal Dogboy Desmond would just seem like a similar take so I would like to present an alternative.

Dogboy Desmond… but he has the instinct of a guardian dog.

And he sees Assassins as his ‘herd’.

Altaïr? He’s getting herded so he’d stop ignoring his hunger to finish his current research. Malik is his best friend and it’s normal to see the mentor being pushed around to the dining hall and being glared at until he ate everything in his plate.

Ezio? Ezio’s fine. He can take care of himself (although there will be nights when he and Desmond would just silently relax near the fire). His recruits though… they’re getting herded. Sometimes, Ezio had to stop Desmond from taking them back to their headquarters because “They’re tired, yes, but they can do this. Desmond-” (growl) “Listen to me, Desmond. There will come a time when they must continue even when they’re tired. The only way they can have an idea of what to do and not to do is for them to experience it in a safe-” (growling intensify) “Desmond, please, please just… this is the last lesson for today. I promise.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton? Achilles is getting lots of growls and might even get bitten because Desmond likes to herd Ratonhnhaké:ton back to the manor when he was young. He also herds the kids of the homestead while he’s there with Ratonhnhaké:ton. Strangely enough, he tries to herd Haytham at first but then just starts glaring and growling at him after he got into an argument with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Edward makes him to shipcat as usual. Adéwalé gets a headache as usual. Strangely enough, Desmond does no herd any of the crew other than Edward and Adéwalé. Edward realized that ‘James Kidd’ is an Assassin because Desmond likes to herd him.

Shay? Oh boy. All of Achilles’ Assassins are being herded. No exception. Shay actually think this is some kind of weird Assassin thing. Liam told him to just go along with it. Desmond stayed with Shay after Lisbon and stopped him from leaving his room until he calmed down. Whether that affects Shay enough for him to try and talk to Achilles once more or if he’ll go with his canon path is up to you. Regardless, Desmond will stay with the Assassins though.

Arno is getting herded by Desmond who happened to be a dogboy that’s staying with the Brotherhood. Bellec tells him he’s been there longer than any of the Assassins alive and he… likes to take care of ‘brats’. Arno is herded with the other ‘newer’ Assassins and the herding (taking care of them) help him form some kind of camaraderie with them (aka: I am still pushing my ‘the Assassins in the Unity trailer should actually be characters that are friends with Arno’ agenda)

Let’s be honest… Jacob, Evie and Jayadeep are all getting herded. Desmond is less of a guardian dog here and more of the ‘father that stepped up’ type. They’re getting herded and taken care of. There is no escape.

[galebrainrot2024]

RuganxFemReader NSFW18+

Summary: One shot of Rugan and a AFAB/Fem Reader. Explicit. Indulgent. A bit rough, some use of restraint, leashing, denial, all the classics. Oral Sex. PIV. This NPC takes up a lot of my brain space, his voice is chef's kiss. This is self-indulgent. Enjoy. Minors DNI

“By the gods, you’re a sweet sight,” the man pushes the stray hairs back, tying them neatly back into the knot at the back of his head. “Are any of my crew still alive out there?” 

“It’s a grim sight,” you say, though despite the nail-biting battle you feel yourself stir with the familiar pang of desire. 

“This whole journey has been one grim sight after another… gnoll’s, goblins, drow. You, though… aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” You feel heat lick up your neck and his eyes glint with tell-tale hunger. “Risen Road’s more dangerous than ever. You’re the first friendly face we’ve seen since Elturgard.” 

“Elturgaurd’s a long way from here. Where are you heading?” 

“Baldur’s Gate. Got some cargo to deliver but we’ve a stop to make along the way. Listen, you look like you know how to handle yourselves.. we have our drinking spot by the tavern. Invitation only. The name’s Rugan… Tell the fellow on the door ‘little serpent, long shadow,’ and come find me. I owe you a drink,” the man grins at you, brushing off his bottom lip. “Lots of drinks.” 

You know from the moment the words slipped from his lips that his desire mirrors yours. After a few weeks on the road with this strange group of vagabonds, the man before you seems irresistible. A fresh face amidst the chaos. 

Rugan - you roll the name over your tongue, loving the way it feels. Your body trembles and the chemistry crackles beneath your skin. Your eyes dart to your companions, nervous they can pick up on your appetites and all seem none the wiser. Your eyes flick to Rugan who is gazing at you hungrily, a man needing to be sated and to engorge himself. You wonder if he’s been on the road as long as you have.  

Your companions begin the trek back to camp and you tell them to go ahead, that you’d catch up with them. You wouldn’t.

“You owe me more than a few drinks.” 

The man’s lips curl into a crooked grin and he chuckles, “I knew I had a feeling about you,” Rugan says, his back turned to you as he kneels over the delivery. He stands, brushing off his armor and stares at you with an almost imperceptible smirk. “Find me later and we can settle our… needs.”

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You sneak away, the night sounds and smells filling you with increased excitement as blood pounds in your hearts and your heart beats wildly in your chest. The anticipation of what’s to come almost too profound. 

As you creep closer, you see Rugan is leaning against a shed, the curve of his features illuminated by the dim moon. Your breath hitches as his gaze turns to meet you. He gives you a fiendish grin, and waits for you to approach. 

“Where does someone like you come from, anyway?” You note the flush of his cheeks, the slow drawl that wraps you in honey. You swallow, hard and feel the heat blossom in your core.

A voice more confident than how you feel answers: “Does it matter?” 

His low laugh in response sends a tremor down your spine and goosebumps across your skin. “No.” He steps towards you and fingers the amulet around your neck. You inhale and your eyes flutter as you take in his scent. Fire, sweat, fresh mud. “Before I make further assumptions, why don’t you go ahead and tell me why you sent away your friends?” 

“Oh,” you say, clicking your tongue, “if it isn’t clear enough I think our business might be concluded.” 

He chuckles darkly and brings his hand to your cheek to push your hair back. “You don’t seem the delicate type,” he waits a moment, waiting for any indication for him to continue. 

Your lips part as your mouth begins to water. Your knees quake and every fiber of your being trembles with delight. “I’m not.” He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls, though barely. You feel yourself stir to life, the arousal coursing through you, drowning you. You feel yourself soak, the throbbing between your thighs intensifies as you imagine him forcing himself into you, digging your nails into his back as you cling to him with animalistic desperation. You need him, you want to sit on his face and ride his precious tongue until he makes you scream with unholy ecstasy as he grips your thighs, holding you to him to make you come again and again. 

While gripping your hair he pulls himself against you and you feel his erection pulse against your thigh. It makes you whimper, the stiffness and girth evident even beneath the trousers. He pushes you up against the cool wood, one arm resting above you while the other holds your head and he brings his lips to yours almost violently. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you moan, feeling yourself slip down the wall, loosing your footing. You feel him smirk against your lips as his hand grips your throat, apply a firm yet light pressure. “So eager…” he laughs, biting your lower lip and pulling it back and you press your legs together, feeling the saturation of arousal. He presses himself against you to spread your legs and you feel his girth, wanting to taste him, wanting to satisfy him. 

Rugan seems to sense your desperation and begins to undo your clothes, and slips a hand down the front of your pants where he’s greeted with the soaking cloth that sits between his large, capable fingers and your pulsing clit. Rugan pulls out his hand and licks his fingers, groaning before kissing you lecherously. 

He pulls the pants off your body, ripping them at the seams and leans down to kiss the band where your briefs meet your skin as he firmly circles your clothed sex. The sensation is unbearable and your legs shake as he falls to his knees and looks up at you, taking your undergarment with his teeth and dragging them off your body. He bunches your dripping underwear and puts it in his pocket, murmuring, “a souvenir,” as he pushes your legs apart and bites your inner thigh. You yelp and he laughs blackly.

You watch as he lies back on the grass. “Get down here.” You obey as he gestures, and as you go to lay beside him he shakes his head, “no,” he says, lifting you easily so you kneel, your thighs hovering over his mouth. “Here.” 

Your brows shoot up and he pulls you down aggressively and you immediately feel his hot, warm tongue flicking and massaging your delicate folds, circling and sucking before slipping into you. You whimper and cry out, your hips beginning to buck against his face and he grunts, slipping his tongue into you and swirling it around, tasting the deepest crevices of your arousal. You cry out his name and he holds you against his face despite your body attempting to move. The wet noises he’s making only arouse you further and he encourages how your hips circle his lips and ready tongue. His fingers find their way inside you, mingling with his mouth and you gasp, gripping his hair and yanking. A nibble and salacious bliss. You yelp again and your body trembles uncontrollably, and he lifts you for a moment, inhaling and you see the sticky fluid of your desire clear on his stubble. “Beg for it.” He demands, his low husky voice serious and his eyes blown black. 

You, dizzy from his mouth, struggle to comprehend. “Wh-what?” 

A slow, wolffish grin spreads across Rugan’s face and he pushes you back, off of him so you roll back onto the grass. You look at him like a deer, frozen, and he leans over you, gripping your neck and pushes you back. “It seems you’re having a hard time hearing. I said beg.” 

“Please..” you begin and he shakes his head, applying more pressure.

“Try again.” 

You frown and lick your lips and pull his hand from your neck, catching him by surprise and you push him backwards and climb back over him. He smirks as you hold his head in place between your thighs, pushing them together and you see his eyes flutter and his lips part. “Finish what you started.” 

His eyes widen and he groans, gladly bringing you down onto his face hard, eating you out like a famished street urchin. You buck against his chin as his hot tongue massages you, flicking against your throbbing bud and sleeping deeper inside, the stubble against your thighs driving you wild, and you feel yourself grow closer to the edge, moments away and he pushes his tongue and fingers so far into you you see stars. He holds you by your waist as you shudder against his mouth, him groaning as he tastes you and you cry out like a penitent seeking forgiveness. Pleasure roils through you like hot lava, your body shuddering as you tumble off the precipice of unadulterated pleasure. Rugan laps the essence of your climax, greedily indulging on you.

He comes up for air, grinning and kisses the inside of your thigh, his face flushed as you fall to the ground beside him. Your breath is jagged and he hovers over you, bringing his lips to yours so you taste yourself. Your lips part and you whimper, your hips subconsciously lifting to him. You fumble with his trousers and he slips out of them, the stiff erection grazing the folds between your thighs and you feel yourself soak with desire again. 

He rolls his tongue with yours before taking you by the waist and flipping you so you lay face down on the ground. The sudden movement makes you yelp and you feel his strong fingers grip your waist and pull you back to him. You feel the head of his erection swirl around your opening and you mewl frantic, rocking backwards and wanting to take him fully. He denies you and pulls your hair to tilt your head back to him as he brushes his lips against your ear. 

He thrusts into you with a painful slowness, his girth stretching you fully and you whimper, taking a fistful of grass as the pleasure overwhelms you. Rugan’s grunt of passion makes you feral and you roll your hips back, bringing him so deep that he releases a guttural grunt and his body begins to move urgently with yours in carnal lust. Gripping your hips roughly, he pounds deep into you, pressing against the depths of you and you cry out as you feel him push roughly against you. You know it will bruise and you relish in it. Where his fingers grip you the pressure is too strong, and yet you hunger for more and push yourself back against him. He pulls your hair harder and pulls the belt off his discarded pants. He wraps it around your neck and pulls lightly on the leash. The pressure against your neck combined with his aggressive thrusts make you writhe with heat, growing closer to release again. You entire body is tense and he squeezes your ass so hard you yelp, earning you a harder thrust and you grip the ground for purchase. 

As he tugs at the belt around your neck, he kisses where your ear meets your throat and you whimper, hearing his wanton voice, “scream for me,” he commands and you do, crying out his name as you both move with a lustful urgency, your bodies slick with sweat and arousal until he is forcing himself so rough and deep into you that you shudder, sick with pleasure, and hear him groan as his sticky climax shoots into you, the warmth filling you and making you salivate. He tilts your head to kiss you from behind as he finishes, the throbbing of his twitching cock inside you sending you tumbling over the cliff of pleasure. 

He rolls beside you and you both lie back, panting, staring at the sky. It takes a moment for you to return to yourself and he looks at you, his eyes still gleaming with desire. You smirk, “Surely that’s not the best you can do.” The taunt ignites something further in him and you surrender as you feel his hot mouth on yours again, eager to be sated. You will be exhausted tomorrow and it will have been worth it. 

[bo0neey]

Smile! You're on TV

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Pairing: Katniss x Reader, slight Effie x Reader

Fandom: The Hunger Games.

Synopsis: Congratulations! Your survived the Hunger games. As a Victor it's your job to secure the lives of your Tributes. But don't be disheartened by reputation, statistically district 12 has the same odds as every other district. Better yet, your Tribute this year actually looks promising. !Warning. Growing attached is for audiences only!

Type: Multi-Chapter

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Chapter 1

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"So. Y/n."

My sight is blinded. Bright lights strike me down, but it's not unusual, not unexpected by any means. Rather, I'd grown used to the spotlight. It gave me a strange sense of comfort because while I was under the scrutiny of many, I was also safe from the hands of others. Despite the brightness, I can still make out the blue haired man infront of me.

"Last years tributes barely lasted the blood bath."

Of course I'd have to be reminded of those lifeless faces; innocent eyes I'd never meet again with small voices only present in memories. They were so young. Always so young and will forever be young. 13 and 14 last year. 12 and 17 the year before. I remember all of them. Every single child I meet every single year. Even when the cameras stop rolling and the public forget, those stolen lives will weigh on my heart every day.

"With this years reaping just arround the corner, how are you feeling about your odds?"

I mentally curse Haymitch for not being here with me. He always got to miss public pleasing. I sat alone on the large velvet seating. I was the only Victor from 12 that they wanted on the show. I hated it. All of it. They call me a Victor but I've never felt like one.

"Well Caesar, twelves certainly not known for their performance but I'm feeling confident this year. I really think this seventy-fourth year might be ours." With years of practice, I site some generic response and put on my famous smile. Like every time before I twke the cheers as my que to turn and wave to the void of cameras and silhouettes.

"I hear this year marks your tenth anniversary! Let's take a trip down memory lane."

They begin rolling clips from my time in the arena. They span right from the first night up until I was shipped back to the capitol. While I couldn't bare to watch those faces again, every voice took me back to that dreaded fortnight. I only won because the Capitol showered me in donations. It should've been the boy from 4. Or even 6. While in the begining I was glad. I've grown to resent them. I've begun to envy them even. I wouldnt wish this life on anyone.

'Play the game and you'll be rewarded.' Thats what haymitch slurred the first night on the train. He was right, as usual. He's a smart man when he's not drowning in his own vomit although i do sometimes worry he's rotting that brain away.

"Amazing isn't she!" Caesar yells into the crowd. A mix of cheers and sobs come from the faceless mass.

"And while were all feeling nostalgic, let's rewatch the reaping shall we?"

It was sick. Hearing the response from the crowd and the glee in Caesars voice. I turn my attention to the screen and feel my eyes prick. I see a young girl gleefully skip onto the stage. Shes utterly clueless of the horrors waiting for her. Shes helpless to stop the world waiting for her. I want to scream, I want to scoop her up and protect her. I want to rip that stupid dress off her and wipe the makeup off.

But I also know how much she wanted it. I know how long she spent applying old colours to her face and how excited she was when her mother gifted her the dress for her first reaping. I know how much she wqnted to be a pretty girl on the screen. It would be cruel to take that away from her. She stands on the stage with such pride and cheerfulness, its no wonder the Capitol fell for her.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

I quickly blink my eyes. Ah, yes. This years reaping.

I scan my heavy eyes over the quiet crowd to see this Primrose only noone moves. Its deathly silent. Slowly a young girl begins to step forwards. I feel my heart drop. She's so small. So young. So scared. I want nothing more then to hug the poor girl. Her death has just been called and the only comfort she'll receive is a large camera pointed at her face.

Another young girl on my conscience, ten years running. I want nothing more to forget. To live in ignorance. But the only way to fight against this sick game is to remember. Keep these children perfectly preserved and alive somewhere. Even if I'll never get to see such lively souls grow into the adults they should.

[namsoek]

"I contemplate if I should wait to hand over the crown and stick around for a bit longer, I got a strange type of hunger, the more I eat, the more it gets stronger"

on the street by j-hope | simba by j. cole

[moonlight-prose]

VIOLENT DELIGHTS

➙ 01. YOUNG GODS

a/n: if you've been here long enough you might recognize this title. you might have even read the horrible first version of this fic. i really loved this story when i first came up with it, but i tried so hard to post it week to week with episodes of loki season one and ended up not liking the result. so i've redone all of it from beginning to well...sort of end. (we've still got a whole new season to cover) so welcome to the new and improved loki love story. gif from this beautiful set by @/samdeans

summary: there's legends of a being so old they aren't even considered a god. stories told of the originator of chaos, the destroyer of the cosmos. you arrive on asgard for a short visit. never thinking that you'd fall in love while there.

word count: 3.1k+

pairing: loki x f!reader (is the celestial being khaos)

warnings: not explicit, first meetings, loki being a brash young god, love at first sight type of vibes, he's infatuated people.

NEXT CHAPTER | SERIES MASTERLIST

Asgard looked different than you originally expected it to. With the glittering gold and architecture that held a certain air of regality to it, the place looked like it was fit for kings and queens. For gods that found pleasure. Beings that held more power in one place than others would have liked. You commended them for their efforts; for sustaining such beauty in a universe that otherwise sought out destruction.

In all the centuries you’d been alive, you had never once set foot on this land. You once found it strange, having heard the tales of Odin regaled all around the universe. A king that protected his people, that helped those who needed aid. But you thought it best to keep your distance from a new world. From a place that originally sought to take down the powerful forces that existed in order to gain more power. Though their reign of hunger and greed had passed, you still felt wary about visiting a place that would have once sought to tear you apart.

Showing up unannounced as you were still attempting to find your own footing would have only caused trouble. Although trouble was something you pursued consistently in your life. It was the very reason for your being. The reason you were alive to begin with.

Your heeled boots sounded like thunder in the sky as you exited the Bifrost and finally entered Asgard. Air so fresh it cleansed your lungs filled you; a small waft of the scent of fruit mixed in as well. You smiled, taking in another deep breath before allowing yourself to move forward. The obsidian cloak you normally wore to conceal yourself was created with your magic woven into every stitch. A way for you to remain hidden in worlds that didn’t want your presence. Having heard about the opulence of Asgard, you thought it best to dress the part—the skirt of your black glittering gown dragging on the floor behind you beneath the cloak.

The ensemble felt too grand for you to wear, but one glimpse at the gold doors at the end of the rainbow bridge proved that you chose the better option.

A man dressed in gold armor to match that of his kingdom, stepped towards you. His bright yellow eyes gave away the power he possessed—having only seen it once before in your lifetime—and the stoic expression he wore told you the same amount. He was a guardian, a watchman, and he knew exactly who you were before you even stepped foot in his homeland.

“May I ask for your name?” You smiled, hoping it would show that you weren’t here to cause what you were most known for.

He remained silent, regarding you with a look that you’d presume to be of the analytical nature, but knew better. He was seeing your power, the cosmic swirl of darkness that enshrouded the universe. Watching as it spilled out of you—filling the spaces in between your bones, your body. You carried your piece of the universe with you wherever you went. It was rare for someone to see your true form—the reality of it was too powerful even for Asgardians—but he could.

That made your smile grow. “I’m not here to cause harm.”

“I know.” He didn’t give you time to respond, turning away and heading outside.

You followed, trying not to stare too long at the scenery. People said Asgard was one of the most stunning places to exist, but their words never captured the actual beauty that you were met with. In the distance you could see the very top of the golden palace that pointed directly to the skies. The sunlight caused it to glitter even more in the daytime and for a moment you forgot where you stood.

A horse with a coat that matched the darkness of your clothes, stood a few feet away. Your steed that had no doubt been procured by the kingdom. They must have known you were coming with warning from their guardian. You weren’t sure whether to be pleased as such a welcome…or be wary of what was to come.

Asgardians were known for their peace…now. But the time before still lingered in people’s memories—a reminder of what they could become if provoked.

“They’re waiting for you in the palace,” he said, drawing your attention away from the gilded landscape.

“They know I’m here then.”

He nodded. “They’ve known for some time now.”

As you expected, your visit would not be one to stir chaos. A flicker of disappointment echoed in your chest, your power stirring beneath the surface of your body.

“I suppose it’s better this way,” you replied, pulling yourself up to sit in the black leather saddle. “Less trouble for me to cause.”

You wanted him to smile—to laugh at your measly attempt at a joke. But he remained stoic and steadfast. He wasn’t there to be amused by your presence and while it stung slightly, you quickly understood exactly how Asgard was. They didn’t like having a being that could destroy their home wandering the palace halls. Their distaste for your power was like a bitter tang on your tongue—strong enough to rival all the alcohol you could drink.

They didn’t want you here.

Yet they would tolerate you, welcome you with stiff smiles and half hearted words of joy, because they knew what you could bring upon them. What you’d wrought upon so many other worlds in your existence.

“Thank you,” you said softly, bowing your head in his direction.

He responded in kind, eyes tracking your movements as you turned the horse swiftly, the skirt of your dress draping off to the side. Trailing pieces of your universe behind you in a beautiful cloud of blacks, blues, and purples. It seemed to collide with the rainbow bridge, lighting up the colorful hues that were reflected beneath you, and causing a light to follow behind. Letting the people know that there was someone here—a being far more powerful than a god.

“Your brother?” He heard her voice echo in the halls, carrying the weight of her nerves that quickly seeped into his skin.

“How should I know mother? Loki likes to—”

“Likes to what brother?” He fixed his sleeves, straightening them to the best of his ability after he was ushered so rudely back into his bed chambers. They barely gave him enough time to swallow his food before they were forcing him to look presentable.

It wasn’t every day that an ancient being visited the palace; which only made the nerves of everyone spike even higher. He wanted to tear himself away from this place, hide away in a cave somewhere and practice his magic, because at least then he’d remain sane. Chaos was his forte. Mischief his specialty. Dealing with the perfectionist view of his mother and father…was not. Loki would have rather spent his years in hiding rather than stand next to his brother, attempting to reflect the perfection of Asgard that so clearly wasn’t him.

“I was just saying…”

Loki scoffed, flicking an invisible piece of dirt off his sleeve. “You were just about to dig me even further into the ground.”

Thor shrugged, his lips twisting up into a mischievous smile that could rival Loki’s. “Don’t be so quick to assume. I could have been ready to praise you in front of our mother.”

“Praise isn’t apart of what you know—”

“Would you two please.” Loki’s mouth snapped shut, back straightening as his mother turned swiftly to glare at them. The sight, a familiar one after all these years.

He’d grown accustomed to getting reprimanded when it came to his brother. After all, bickering was one of their favorite pastimes. But today was not the day to pursue such irritating habits. Not when their mother looked ready to combust if someone were to press down on her a bit further. Her nerves were frayed—fingers twisting together anxiously as she paced the hall. Awaiting the arrival of their visitor. Overall she looked ready to flee at a moment's notice; her emotions mimicked his in the most basic of ways.

Loki had heard the tales of this being. Knew why the entire kingdom was on edge, because Khaos was not someone to be trifled with. They were…dangerous. Someone who enjoyed wreaking havoc upon others without thinking twice about it. And while he’d grown to admire their strength, their capability and power. He too was nervous about coming face to face with someone so formidable.

“I don’t see why we have to be here,” Thor began, his stance relaxed and unimpressed. “They didn’t tell us they were—”

The doors of the palace swung open, light shimmering across the marbled floor, and Loki watched his mother’s face pale slightly. Her back straight and hands pressed to her sides. It would take a few minutes for them to reach where they were standing, but a few minutes felt like an eternity. He wanted to comfort her, tell her he would handle this meeting, but the thought died in the back of his head when the echo of your heels grew louder—colors bleeding into the air as you approached.

Loki had never seen someone so beautiful.

As if you were made up of nothing but the cosmos—your black gown trailing behind you, bleeding the universe wherever you went. You practically radiated power—the weight of it heavy on his shoulders as he stood there. Struck speechless by the brilliance of your glow. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, palms slightly sweaty with nerves, as you approached calmly—eyes filled with wonder at the sight of their home.

“Welcome!” Frigga exclaimed, her lips pulling into a smile as she moved towards you.

You stopped a few feet away, bowing your head and letting your palms press into the skirt of your dress. There wasn’t anything that stated you had to respect the royalty of this planet, but you understood how people reacted when you showed them manners. They were more often than not taken aback by it. Your lips pulled into a soft smile, eyes glittering as you took in the three people standing there—each of them exhibiting emotions that you could practically touch in the air.

She wasn’t scared of you, that much was clear. Yet something cold still lingered when you shifted your eyes to her form—taking in the way she didn’t step near until you did it yourself. A blonde man stood behind her, hands clasped together and eyes almost as analytical as the man you’d met previously. He didn’t trust you. That much you could tell from the way he refused to speak—his body telling you enough.

But there was someone who stood off to the side, slightly separated from the both of them. He watched you with awe, his face an open book of expressions as you finally turned your head to face him. It struck you how stunning he was. From the curve of his face to the slope of his nose—his eyes, a swirl of blues and greens that hooked you right away. He wore gold armor that matched the horned helmet on his head, the color practically glowing against the green of his cape.

You wanted to know his name.

Speak to him and hear the lilt of his voice, the cadence of his words.

“We are delighted that you have chosen our world to rest on,” she said, dragging your attention away from him.

You stepped forward, doing what you could to reign in the power that threatened to slip free. If only to ease the minds of those around you. To prove that you weren’t here to cause trouble, you were merely visiting. She must have noticed your shift, her body visibly relaxing.

“It’s been quite a journey,” you replied, unable to take your attention away from the man whose gaze was piercing your skin. Like a knife, he dragged it along your form, carving away at the layers of your gown in the hopes of seeing what lay beneath.

What you didn’t show the rest of the universe.

“I’ve heard so much about Asgard,” you said smoothly.

She began to head down the hall, giving you space to fall into step with her. “It is a land known for its stories. Although I suppose you know much about such things.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “I do… Tell me, are the legends true? About what Asgard was before this?”

She stiffened, her eyes trained straight ahead at the double doors. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” The doors swung open, revealing a dining hall—a table in the center practically overflowing with food as people moved to gather around it. “We’ll be dining here tonight. Someone will show you to your chambers afterwards.”

There was nothing left to be said, no conversation remaining to keep going, because she’d made it clear with that one gesture. You had overstepped—brought up a past that the men behind her probably didn’t even know about. So you nodded, thanked her for the warmth of her welcome, and moved off to the side, admiring the grandiose scene before you. Planets often arranged large events such as this when you visited, but something told you that this was a regular occurrence. That the opulence of this place was normal to everyone here.

Gathering the skirts of your dress, you moved to the balcony outside, the sunlight beginning to fade for night. The glow of darkness now covered parts of the land in the distance. You could practically see different planets in the distance. The stars were so bright the flames that had been lit beside you were almost not necessary.

Sighing, you attempted to find that star in the night sky that had always been your guiding light home. Many called it a planet—or perhaps even a sun in the distance—but you knew the truth. It was yours. The single thing gifted to you by the universe. Your pathway home, back to your own kingdom. To your land that stretched beyond time, beyond the makings of the universe.

Something prickled against the back of your neck, and you turned your head, catching the sight of something green and gold in your peripheral.

“It’s not polite to sneak up on someone,” you said, pressing your hands to the marbled edge of the balcony.

He stepped forward, the man you’d been so intrigued with from earlier, now coming to stand beside you—his horned helmet removed, armor and cape gone. “I must apologize. I’m just…” He cleared his throat, eyes cast out towards the hills of his homeland. “I find myself…drawn to you.”

The corners of your lips twitched, warmth spilling into your chest as you finally took in the sight before you. He was stunning. A man carved out of existence to form something that could rival distant galaxies. His fingers drummed along the railing, heart hammering against his chest as he let you explore him. Stood as still as possible until you were done traversing his form with your gaze.

“What’s your name?” you asked gently, wishing that you could skip the meal altogether and remain here with him.

He finally turned, leaning against his side and fixing you with a stare that you felt scrape against your heart. “Loki Odinson.”

Reaching forward, you offered him your hand as a gesture of kindness. Yet something more seemed to arch forward—flickering softly in your power as he took it. His touch was cold, but you found you enjoyed the feel of it over the warmth of the flames behind you. He was the difference that lay in the center of Asgard. The one who didn’t truly belong, and perhaps that’s why you found yourself so taken with him. Because he understood how you felt to stand in the midst of a land that wasn’t yours, a land that didn’t want you.

“It’s a pleasure Loki…Odinson.” Your words were breathy, your nerves showing through, and it made his lips curl into a smile.

“May I ask for your name?”

You shrugged, waving your other hand in the air. “I go by many names. Too many for me to keep track of sometimes.”

He nodded. “But you do have one name you prefer the most. Do you not?”

The breathless feeling from earlier was back, your power singing a tune that he met in kind. “I do,” you replied. Saying the name softly, you watched his lips curl around the letters, forming it so delicately you felt as if he was licking it against your skin.

Guiding your hand to his lips, he kissed your knuckles gently, sending another spark of heat through your body. It curled around your stomach, pulling tight against your nerves. But you found you wanted more. You wanted it to consume you. To suffocate you until no breath remained in your lungs; until you were nothing but specks of stardust he could scatter throughout the universe.

“It’s a pleasure,” he breathed, eyes taking in the way your lips parted slightly, your chest raising and breasts pushing against the corset of your gown.

Starlight glimmered bright along your gown, causing light to spread through the area around you, and he watched in awe as it wrapped around your entwined palms. As if sealing his touch with a promise of more.

Loki had never had his heart stolen so quickly before. Never thought it was even possible for him to feel such emotions. Yet there you were. Standing before him like a vision from his dreams, eyes wide and open as the realization settled over both of you like a dark storm cloud. This was not simply a mere meeting between strangers, but something far greater. Something that could shift all the stars in the universe, creating a layer of chaos that could not be undone.

“I suppose we should eat,” you said at last, dragging yourself out of your dazed stupor.

He grinned, refusing to release your hand, even as you took a step towards the entrance way. “If you wish.”

He led you down the steps, guiding you through the dining hall towards the seat that sat near his father, replacing Thor’s. A hush fell over the room when you entered, shining just a bit brighter than earlier—your fingers interlaced with his. Loki felt the hatred seep into his skin as men glared at the sight. Dismayed that you seemed to be taken with the God of Mischief. The prince that did not fit in with the rest of Asgard.

Gripping his hand tighter, you felt something shift in your chest. Wrapping around you and claiming you in front of everyone there. Yet you found…you delighted in it. Enjoyed how the one most like you, declared you as his in front of all his people. You were the most powerful being on this planet, and Loki Odinson now held you in his possession.

Laying claim to your very being.

[prettygreenpills]

Ok, so.

Larissa x fem!reader. The reader is in love with Larissa and she’s also a vampire. Larissa doesn’t see that reader is in love with her and one night, Larissa catches the reader drinking blood (or idk, you choose) of some student who had died. She takes the reader to her office to explain it and the reader is so shy. Larissa realized that the reader might have feelings and they kiss. Just fluff(?)

thank you so much!

Woah!! I love this one! Here it is:)

Too blind to love - Larissa Weems

Warnings: vampire!reader, student x principal, fluff, gxg, girls kissing, mentions of human blood (I know that in the series was used pig blood, but for the plot), nothing more I guess…

The Rave´N was a reall mess this year. Everything started really good, but at that moment when the blood started raining from the ceiling, you knew that it wouldn´t be a good sign.

Your eyes widened as the panic spread through the hall. The scent of fresh human blood made your mind dizzy. The scent of metal in the air and the whole scent of blood made you get goosebumps. When you looked around, you realized that the other vampires quickly escaped to avoid the situation which was happening to you at that moment. And you couldn´t escaped anymore. The vampire kicked in.

Your nostrils were widened as you looked around in the hall. Everyone was panicking and there were few people laying on the ground who had slipped on the blood. But you knew that one of them wasn´t alive. You could feel it.

You rushed to the dead body through all of the people who were in your way and you immediately knelt down. That person was bleeding. And it was a siren. You didn´t even bother by looking around in the hall, you leant close to their throat and showed your teeth, immediately sinking them into your objects neck.

The scent of fresh blood started slowly calming you down. As you felt the warmth of the liquid and the taste of metal travel down your throat, you couldn´t get enough. Your muscles trembled at the taste of the fresh blood and you kept drinking form that one person. You just felt like you needed to drink all of their blood and then even more...

"Miss Y/l/n??" You heard your principal´s voice from behind you and you froze. She knew that you were a vampire, of course she did. You weren´t the only ony at the school. But this felt strange...

"Yes?" You looked up after you had finished and wiped the corners of your mouth. When you looked up at the blonde and you saw that kind of look on her face, you knew that this couldn´t be in a good meaning.

"My office. Now," she said harshly and you gulped. Not daring to look back down at the dead student, you just sucked out, you didn´t even know their name, you got up to your feet and gulped. You could still taste your blood in the saliva, but this time, you tried to push the feeling of hunger after a fresh blood away.

The principal walked you to the huge wooden doors with a label and a name on it. You had never been there before, so you didn´t know where were you. But when you read the name on the label... shit.

"Inside Miss Y/l/n," the principal opened the doors of her office for you and you slipped inside of the room. Waiting for the principal to close the doors behind the both of you, you closed your eyes when it happened and you were scared to open them.

"Care to explain what happened down there?" The principal asked you, she was mad, of course she was. You didn´t even react to her question and just kept standing in her office, trying not to give her a single hint of that you were listening to her. "Everyone from the staff saw! How could you be so... so..." the principal let out a loud sigh and she rested her forehead on the back of her hands, thinking.

You looked up at her when she stopped talking. Her face was red and her hands were trembling. You were sure in that she was so angry at you...

"You couldn´t wait until everyone disappeared, could you?"

"E-Excuse me?" You asked back, totally not expecting this type of reaction. You looked at her in surprise and blinked few times, just to make sure you weren´t dreaming.

"Everyone saw what you did in there! That you used the dead body of our student just to help your needs! What did you expect, what was going to happen?" The principal raised her voice at you and you gulped. You had really messed up this time.

"I- I am sorry-" you said looking down at the ground. Heat travelled to your cheeks and you gulped. The world around you was spinning, you felt like you were about to disappear into the thin air. You felt so ashamed of your own actions.

"You think that a sorry can fix that?" your principal asked you and she let out a frustrated breath. When she saw that you were really sorry for what happened, she breathed out again, but a little calmer this time. Then she walked closer to you and she became the soft principal you knew from the beginning. "Come here," she breathed out and pulled you into a soft hug. "I didn´t want to scare you." She said only and you hugged the tall principal back.

"It´s- it´s okay," you said and you pulled away from the principal, drying your tears. Then you looked her into her eyes, just in case she wanted to say anything else. You were both standing in her office in a complete silence, only the clock was ticking.

Larissa took a deeper breath what you could hear. You were just watching the woman in front of you and you were trying not to panic. Was she angry with you now? Or had she calmed down? You had no idea.

"Miss Y/l/n," Larissa said quietly as you were staring at her. You gulped and got a little closer to your principal. You couldn´t help, her lips were begging you to cover them with yours... "Y/n," Larissa gasped softly and when she said your name like that, you could feel your heartbeat quicken.

You were the one who connected your lips. Without touching the tall woman, you just let your lips work and she didn´t seem like she was against it. Quite the opposite. Larissa was cooperating in the kiss and you felt the butterflied fly out of your stomach at the feeling of tickling.

Suddenly, a really known feeling filled you up. You could feel that as you swallowed, your organs shook. A familiar feeling traveled through your body and peace filled you up.

You softly pulled away after a few seconds. Taking a proper breath, you swallowed and then... you felt the familiar metalic taste on your tongue.

"Ouch," Larissa whispered and she wiped her mouth. Only after that you realized that you tasted a bit of metal in your mouth and peace filled you up once again.

"Oh- I am so sorry-" you apologized and licked your lips just in case there was some of Larissa´s blood left. Larissa smiled softly and you blushed.

"It´s okay darling. Until you don´t kill me while I sleep."

"I have to tell you that you have a really specific taste," you said quickly and after that you got even more shy, looking down at your feet.

"Since it came from a little vampire.... thank you," your principal said and you blushed even more.

And since then, you couldn´t think of anything else, only the taste of your tall blonde principal.

[hell-drabbles]

Someone made a WHB au where if Solomon's descendant didn't need devils essence to survive but rather they could eat angels instead and now I can't stop imagining Embittered Companion choosing to eat angels instead of fucking demons

I don't know if this rule would apply to God Fragment Companion,like would they need demon essence?

But let's just say they do,I do imagine they could just eat the angels formed by their wings while their in a hungry semi lucid state and I also imagine the false angels wouldn't mind

In fact Companion's behaviour influences the false angels and sometimes when Companion is hungry the False angels act like a pack of hyena or piranha and tear eachother apart

Like a group of them just dog pile eachother like piranha or a pack of hyenas swarming their prey

And it's just a gruesome scene of this wiggling mass of white bodies and feathers fluttering around and spurts of blood and the sound of breaking bones and ripping flesh as the False Angels tear eachother or their weakest member apart to satiate Companion's hunger

My brain juice is coming back

I go M.I.A for a bit and end up coming back with a lot of new random ideas

I do this all the time sorry

Dante Anon

No need to worry, I too have low mental stamina. I want to talk but ough I'm so tired all the time. I see the inbox messages but my fingers won't let me type. I get very tired, so easily. I am burning with ideas all the time, if only my mental stamina could keep up with it! Anyways. Let me add onto this fun idea.

This is just my kinks showing up so don't mind me.

Hmm honestly, I would assume that this version of the Companion doesn't need to consume demon essence, but oh well.

I want one of those angels to have been taken away and locked up deep in whatever Heaven prison facility they got. This fake angel was crafted when the Companion was in the worst pit of self loathing, so this fake angel was created with the task to kill the Companion. That is it's goal, its purpose for its creation. But, obviously, the other angels come in, capture this being and locked it far away. They can't kill these fake angels, because they received the order to stop killing each other in the Companion's name. It's unsightly, disgusting, I don't want it.

This, of course, stretches to the Companion's angels. So they can't kill this particular one.

And whenever these strange angels go into a feeding frenzy in an attempt to sate the Companion's appetite, God's angels come in and collect the heads of those eaten angels and help them regrow all their body mass. So you just have a sci-fi facility filled with fake angel heads floating in those classic liquid chambers.

Hey, wouldn't that make for a neat side-story? Where the fake angel that's trying to kill the Companion ends up being the first one to develop a consciousness, and it goes through the facility with those fake angel heads and is confronted by God's angels that question why this fake angel wants to kill what created it. Do you not love the Companion? Worship their very being? You're lucky that we can't kill you, but we will take you apart and seal you away.

And jokes on them, this fake angel is trying to kill them out of love. Of course love is there, its the very core of this purpose. This angel has learned to pray, learned to praise their very precious human qualities outside of the godly ones.

And eventually the purpose goes from "I must kill the Companion," to "I must kill God." As in, "I must kill the shard that forced them to make me, and made them suffer."