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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year ago

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The Prince's Pleasant Surprise

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, PTSD, scared Dom, surprisingly calm Col, children cursing to copy parents, Col and Mod being dumbasses, Tom being an amazing help, Cia being perfect, nest building, nesting, contractions, early labor, mostly just fluff and baby prep, seriously it might rot your teeth, a little fingering because Col is Col ☠️ rating: mature/explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

There was a soft knock on the door before it creaked open to reveal a cup held straight out as if the person was scared to come in. Kol'son kept his hand hidden under the blanket, his palm resting softly on Dom's balls, his fingers teasing through his wet folds, but he called out to whomever was being silly. "Come in. You shouldn't be scared of something you'll be facing before long. Had I known you were such a pussy, I'd have called for someone with one." The Viking teased and the hand holding the cup flipped him off.

"I didn't want Dom to be uncomfortable, I know other scents can throw everything off. Don't be an asshole. Considering a pussy is about to do something you would break if you tried, you shouldn't use that as an insult." Modig grumbled but he kept the door mostly closed and slipped through the crack, quickly shutting it once he was inside.

"Boy got a point daidí." Dom hummed. He was starting to feel a gentle peace under his lover's touch but the butterflies were still swarming his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was the babes or his arousal anymore but he tried to keep his reactions to a minimum when his husband eased a fingertip inside him.

"Here." The halfling smiled, walking around the bed to sit next to the siren. He wasn't dumb, he knew his kin was getting up to something but his focus was on whatever would make Dom feel better. "Drink a little for me?"

It felt almost strange to the selkie when he realized that Mod had a comforting scent even at a time he would normally be overprotective. When Ciarán came he could only handle Kol around but in the last two- almost three years they had all bonded so close that it felt safe even though he was right next to his belly. He took the water gratefully, sipping it as the boys glared at each other playfully. His alpha obviously needed to feel top dog to stay the calming rock that he was and their friend was helping him. He drank deep before laying back and resting against his mate. He might be comforted by the other fae but he would always be more drawn to his love.

"Pussss-y! Pu-ss-y! Pu-" They all turned slowly to look at the baby bouncing on the foot of the bed but of course it was him, there was no one else around who could make such a crass word sound so sweet. Dom smacked his husband with the back of his hand gently and followed it up with a slap across Mod's shoulder.

"Ouch! What did I do? He started it!" The nymph huffed but he had the nerve to laugh. Dom couldn't help a small giggle as well but he tried to hide it. If they encouraged the little chief or reacted too negatively he'd never stop saying it but if they made it out to be like any other word he'd probably forget about it.

"Wha's a pussy?" Or… not. Fuck. Cia grinned wide and tried to lick at the fruit pulp mashed between his chubby fingers and as Dom glared at the bigger boys in the room they broke- the both of them cackling like children. Damhnaic rolled his eyes and pushed himself to sit up. He intended to grab their boy and try and distract or explain but the moment he was upright his stomach, spine, and honestly down through his core and thighs seized up so hard his breath was stolen. His upper body shook and hunched, curling around his stomach. He was too focused on his pain he didn't realize the men stopped their giggle fit from worry. A sheen of sweat beaded over his pale and normally cool skin as a noise of shock escaped him.

Modig turned to occupy the baby and Kol'son moved for his mate as Dom's hand gripped his upper arm and squeezed tight. He pressed his forehead against his wife's temple and took slow breaths to lead him, his palm rubbing circles against the boy's cock to try and distract with pleasure. The siren stayed tense for what felt like too long before the cramp seemed to ease and he relaxed, a long whine leaving his dark lips. "Daidí?" He gasped, resting against his husband's chest.

"Yes, ástin min?" He hummed, pressing kisses to the fae's pain warmed skin.

"Fink our babies might be coming." He huffed breathily, making the man laugh.

"Maybe. But you got this. You've done one before, what's that and three more?"

"Tha' and two more. It's only fhree. Don't be an arse." The selkie whimpered. He didn't care what Tavis said or anyone else, he couldn't push four out in a row. He didn't even feel lucky enough to have made that many. He was scared to let them tease the universe, it might take something away. "Daidí?" He sniffled, tears welling his eyes that he tried to fight off. If he cried too soon he'd be bawling by the end and he didn't want that. He wanted to welcome them all peacefully.

"Yes princess?" It was a nickname he so rarely used, something he saved for those special occasions when Dom was soft and small. Precious. He couldn't help wondering if they'd have a princess before the day was up. He wanted a girl so badly.

"Me tummy 'urts." When the boy whined Kol fought not to laugh. That sounded like the understatement of the year.

"I bet." He sighed, pulling his finger free of his wife's quivering cunt to rub over his spasming belly. Gods. If he could feel them moving he couldn't imagine what his poor mate was feeling.

The door swung open again but this time of course it was Tom. He came in carrying a blanket or tunic from everyone the couple felt closest too and he stalked into the room with purpose. The scents helped ease the fae but when his kin started laying them out on the ground he was confused. "You're not whelping up there. You need to keep it separate so you have somewhere clean and comfortable after. You're all daft." The man huffed and Dom smiled as he watched his best friend try to work around the small belly he was finally developing. He couldn't bend over like before so instead he dropped things and squatted down to get them in some kind of order.

"Oh Tom no! You don't 'ave-" Dom started to protest when he realized one of the furs was his kin's second skin, that felt too important to birth on but the selkie leveled him with a loving but stern glare and his jaw snapped shut. "Fank you." He finished instead. He kept quiet the rest of the time his friend moved around and got his nest ready. This was something he should have already had done- Tom was right about everything of course. He always was. By the time he seemed to think it was perfect Dom felt another cramp on the rise.

"Gods- you boys are useless. Why we allow you to make even more I'll never understand. Dom, what is wrong with us?" Tom was grumbling as he walked around the bed but before he could reach his prince his mate grabbed him around his hips and pulled him closer. Tom had always been grumpy and pregnancy hormones just made him more so. Mod had fallen for him when he thought it was the sea being a bitch to him though. He loved every moment and always knew how to calm his love. "Don't get cheeky, get your queen to his nest. Be good boys."

Tom was surprised when the first boy to stand at attention and try to help was the littlest chief, while he had been huffing the baby had wriggled off the bed and he stood next to him, ready for his next order. "Cia 'elp! I'mma good big bruv, right mumma?"

Dom smiled, taking his son's hand. "You're the best big bruv baby. Sweetest boy. Fank you." Thankfully Tom and Kol'son sprung into action and even Mod stood to be a backup. They all let Ciarán believe he was doing the work of helping his mother out of bed but Kol pushed gently and Tom stabilized from the side. It was worth it though as the baby led him carefully step by slow step over to the pile of blankets and clothes. He was always stumbling but somehow each step was sure and steady. Dom felt fresh tears on his cheeks but it wasn't from pain. Well… it wasn't only from pain. His son was going to grow into an incredibly kind and caring alpha and he'd never been more proud. It was that moment as he watched his little pup and his look of concentration, his little tongue poking out between sharp teeth- it was then that he felt something tight in his chest loosen. He didn't need to be scared, they had an incredible support system around for their newest additions.

Kol beamed as he helped his son help Dom to the nest, his hand firm but gentle over the dimples at the small of his wife's back. When Ciarán judged the spot perfect he turned and took both of his mother's hands and squeezed. It was more that he wrapped his tiny palms around a few of Dom's fingers but it was precious all the same and so was the look he gave them. "Care mumma. We gonna sit-sit. Jus' wike dat." The boy hummed in the calmest voice he could muster and Kol bit his cheek not to chuckle. His heir was being extremely serious and if they laughed it might embarrass him. He refused to shatter such a perfect moment. He and Tom helped, cradling Dom under his arms and easing him slowly down. When he was finally settled the babe clapped and cupped his mother's cheeks. "Goo'job!" He squeaked, pressing a fruit sticky kiss to the siren's forehead but Dom didn't care. He was going to be far messier before the day was done.

"Shiiiit. Looks like I'm out of a job." The chieftain grumbled. He was mostly joking but the more he saw the alpha in his son the more it needled at his own. It was stupid instincts buried deep in the beast part of his brain and he always fought to ignore it but he knew his little one had the same problem with him. He almost hoped Cia was their only alpha. They were intense to raise.

"Yep! I got yous ma." The boy hummed back, dropping on his ass in the nest. However the moment pain started gripping the selkie again and Dom couldn't hold back every reaction, the babe obviously felt a little overwhelmed and he reached for his father. "Daidí don' go." He tried to keep a brave face for his mom but he hid against the Viking's leg and pushed him closer.

"If you want to go with Tavis and Inga momma will understand." Kol soothed, petting through his wild blonde ringlets but the boy took a deep breath and shook his head.

"A wiking never goes." The pup answered with something akin to one of their family's sayings. He was right, a viking never ran from fear or family but he didn't want the kid traumatized.

"Why don't you get some of your toys and play next to mom alright?" He asked, scooping the boy up so he could kiss him on the cheek before he let him run off.

Dom waited until his babe was out of earshot before he let a broken noise escape him and he grabbed for Kol'son, yanking him to sit in the nest. The last time felt easier, he didn't have multiples fighting for his birth canal to see who came first and that was why he asked- "Don't shift yet? Jus' 'old me?" He knew it was a big ask, he was begging his mate to fight his deepest instinct just so human arms could wrap around him. Lips could kiss him. That gruff voice could soothe aloud and not just in his mind. He knew at times it could hurt his husband to fight a shift but of course Kol nodded and sat next to him, cupping his now sticky cheek to turn his face up for a kiss. Even panting Dom welcomed it, his dry lips pressing to his lover's more roughly than he thought the man was going for. "Wanna fuck 'em out?" He half teased just to make his mate choke on a laugh.

"I think it's too late for that princess. Besides, we have company." He hummed, nuzzling their noses together. When the wave of pain passed Tom directed them to move, something he was told would make the birth easier and honestly the siren would have tried anything.

Kol knelt on his knees and Dom wrapped his arms around his shoulders. While between contractions he would rest back on folded legs but when they hit he would push up and his husband would support him, rubbing his back. The gangly man came in handy for so much. Tom settled in close and after a bit Mod brought Cia back with toys, more food, and some water. It seemed they were going to have a picnic on his nest. Dom hadn't thought before he could handle so much company for something so private but this time he needed every one of them. He was just glad they didn't seem scared off but it was early yet. They had time for it to get frightening.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Cia is the cutest thing and I love writing him 🥹 Probably babies next chapter but I hope you enjoyed this one! I love these four being so close and I hope you like it too🖤☠️

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scourgefrontiers · 1 year ago

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i think a lot about how much ive grown and changed as a person, not the least of which being how i went from a super heavy kinnie to someone who hardly kins at all

my journey with kinning was like...idk. it started with learning about what otherkin was, and i realized that damn i have a super strong connection with demons for some reason, and i genuinely wished i was an actual demon. this was in 2013 ish. that was my first time calling myself a kinnie

then my first experience with fictionkin specifically was with...unfortunately, prussia from hetalia lol. that was my first fictionkin. then shit got out of control from there bc then i proceeded to keep tacking on fictional characters onto my identity until they BECAME my identity.

i became a kinnie at a very interesting and formative part of my life--the mid-teen years. and honestly? i dont think it was the healthiest thing for my growth. b/c my identity sort of became...nonexistent for a while? i based my whole self around fictional characters. i didnt want to be myself because i didnt know who "myself" was. and unfortunately this lasted into my...well, mid-20s. im 26 now and it took me until i was ABOUT 24 to actually find my real core identity outside of fictional characters to the point of where i was proud and happy to know myself and call myself just...dan. thats me! im not dan plus fu, kidou, raditz, etc....im just dan. and thats enough!

so for me, being a kinnie was a result of not knowing who i was and using fictional characters to sort of fill in that hole in my identity. i wanted to be them b/c i didnt know who myself was, or maybe i didnt like who i was either and wanted to replace myself with them. i loved fu and lots of other ppl did, so i wanted to be him so i could be loved like that. i wanted to be funny like him. i wanted to be strong like raditz. i wanted to be smart and athletic like kidou. i wanted to be cool like dan phantom. i wanted to be anything but the real me and that hampered my growth as a person for a very, very long time

it took me a long while to reach the point im at right now--where im confident in my identity and dont need to use fictional characters as a crutch. and im not necessarily saying being fictionkin is inherently bad--it can be fun or even used to cope with situations such as trauma, i understand that--but when it came to me and my own situation, i excused it as being a "spiritual" thing and sort of clung to the idea that i was "soul-connected" to fictional characters who existed in another universe at the same time as me...which in retrospect was kind of a reach lol. but like. idk. it ended up not being spiritual at all even though i convinced myself it was. it was due to identity issues and, to an extent, actual real delusions--i genuinely thought that i HAD to uncover and piece together my "canon" lives to the point of obsession. it was super unhealthy for me and brought me so much unnecessary stress, everyone around me could see it too.

so uh. what am i tryna conclude here. i guess like. be careful? if youre a fictionkinnie, especially a young one, please take the time to do some introspection. is it just for fun? is it a lighthearted thing? or are you so intensely deep into it that its a huge part of your identity to the point of where you lost your actual self? to the point of having breakdowns over doubles? can you function in life without the kin part?

for the record, i still consider myself generally otherkin--i do still heavily identify with demons and have dreams of being a demon and all that good kin stuff. but its not who i am. i have a list of fictional characters i kin still--hidden and not advertised anymore--but its at the back of my mind now and is more of a casual "oh yeah im raditz haha" kind of thing if that makes sense? its not affecting my life as much as it did anymore and im happy about that

i hope nobody takes this personally lol. im just basically airing my thoughts about my own kin journey out and sharing my experience and thoughts abt the thing as a whole. end text post

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katyspersonal · 1 year ago

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KATY!!

I bring snacks for the sleepover 🧀🍞🥐🥖🥨

Tell me your headcanons on beasts!! Anything from little observations to even your own little designs too!

BIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is such a good ask, dear god. You ask this, but I had a very elaborate Kin headcanons post some time ago ( x ), and I should have done the sibling Beasts one post, but I just never could compile thoughts as well. :') I have more ideas by now, though!

⚡ There was a Great One almost up to the level with Flora, named Fauna! Fauna is based off the name mentioned in cut content about “living livers” ( x ), as well as the cut content boss Great One beast ( x )! He is actually a very important element in my Bloodborne timeline and history of beasthood and Pthumerians, but the core of the conflict was their different views on how to handle the mortals? Flora was one control freak even before her corruption arc, embodying the light one should look up to for her guidance (Moon and Star); meanwhile, Faune embodied the sources of light that mortals could utilize and use to explore the world by their own means (Fire and Bolt)!

🔥 Most beasts will fall for very obvious sexual dimorphism, like actual animals! So: male and female Beast Patients, male Cleric Beasts (Laurence, Cleric Beast of the Bridge) and female Cleric Beasts (Amelia); male Loran beasts (Abhorrent Beasts) and female Loran beasts (Loran Silverbeasts), male Pthumeru big beasts (Blood-Letting Beasts) and female Pthumeru big beasts (Blood-Starved Beasts). I also don't know if you've seen this ( x ) post already, but I've tossed some theories on lack of assymetry in Amelia and Ludwig's beast forms!

⚡ Beast-Possessed Souls are pok3mon evolution next transformation stage of Loran Clerics!

🔥 I like the theory that Blood-Letting Beast is Laurence's restless corpse sealed in the dungeons, but by now I've chosen to not follow it. For me, they're to Pthumerians of Pthumeru Ihyll what Cleric Beasts are to Yharnam! And so, Darkbeasts were this type of beast to Loran!

⚡ However, I do like the idea that Laurence had the parasite within him further in his transformation, as my version of him still has Loran heritage. The parasite seen in Bloodletting beast, in Loran Silverbeasts at Nightmare Frontier, in the toxic cave in Forbidden Woods and in that pit near Cainhurst is, like... Well, you know how Phantasms could live within people with certain affiliation with the cosmos (Milkweed rune suggests it)? Parasite Larvae are roughly the same creation, albeit twisted. But remember that Fauna was a Great One himself, so beastly evolution could never be 100% separate from the cosmos!

🔥 I also do like the idea that in later stages, Laurence would be able to protrude the parasite from his mouth to consume someone's Insight like darn Brainsucker. I ALSO want it to be written in protocol that I think so because it makes sense and seems cool, and not because I am a simp.

⚡ In my headcanons, Laurence's fires and lava blood are not punishment of the Nightmare, but something natural to him. Watchdogs of the Old Lords have the same thing going on! His beast form has Ponyta logic, though, where his fires would not hurt a person or even feel THAT hot if he chooses to not harm them.

🔥 Fire is more natural for beasts in general... And that's why many of them will fear it! Loran Clerics, Beast-Possessed Souls (what an interesting name, huh!), Loran Silvebeasts and Watchdogs can use pyromancy on their own, after all! Overcoming fear of fire would mean giving into beasthood not only with body and mind, but with soul, like, truly succumbing to it. That's why the only beasts we see being like that are pretty 'ancient' ones. Their civilizations simply overcame the stage where they still held onto their humanity more!

⚡ Ludwig is a beast with Kin features, but Flora is a Kin with beast features. Basically, whether they're normally mutually exclusive, they CAN be combined in some cases!

🔥 All in all, beasts as reactive to what they're treated with as Kin, hence why there are types of beasts! Beast Patients are poisoned ones (the Old Yharnam ones received venomous blood of Blood-Starved Beast), Loran beasts come from.. well, Loran's equivalent of blood communion and consumption, Cleric Beasts have altered blood type in one way or another and they consume it in a different way than hunters, etc.

⚡ Interestingly, Loran Beasts seemed to have had branching between electric ones and fire ones! It was more common for them to pursuit one of the affiliations over the other. Abhorrent Beast is electric, but Beast-Possessed Soul is fire!! Yet they are equvalent. Darn pok3mon jokes everywhere again aaaaaaaa!!! Surviving Silverbeasts are caught in the middle a bit, using both but excelling at none, not to mention their missing guts, Arcane spills, parasites and dropping THIS ITEM:

That happened since 'Flora's curse' caught up with Loranites eventually. The sin against Flora happened within Loran, when Fort (another cut content name) helped Fauna to overpower Flora and consume her; you can see her abdonmen area missing, like Silverbeasts'! You recall that Great Ones do want to have children, that Flora no longer can, and since the very first communion carried not only Fauna's blood, but also the sin against Flora within it, the curse evolved in the end, striking those who were capable of giving birth. They've stopped messing with evolution entirely when the risk of their whole kind going extinct became too apparent, but in most cases, it was a bit too late.

🔥 Henryk's family is amongst survived 'electric' Loranites! Henryk was almost completely spared of the effects, but his younger brother (Afflicted Beggar) and his father (the "Night of celebration!" door NPC) were not. I think Beggar is his brother since they're both relevant to Loran, seem to be the same race and most importantly, share exactly the same slider data for the mole on their nose. This detail is so EXACT despite their faces being rather different, that there is no way I'll buy it was not an implication x) Here is the weird door NPC tho:

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^ He is the only door NPC that remains not just alive, but eloquent even after Bloodmoon, and that lower area in Yharnam is strange in general! You kill a Beast-Possessed Soul on the way to it, and it is full of butchers of the same type that Madaras Twins were. I think it is a perfect place for the people who wanted to hide some sort of heritage.

🔥 Laurence, on the other hand, descends from fire Loranites!

⚡ I've noticed that some beasts show loss of 'hair color'. Look at the image below, like, you see that the hair (fur?) closer to the skin has no color, it is just dark grey?

This inspired me to elaborate it into my designs that one of the earlier worrying signs would be starting to lose color like that. Hence why my Laurence, who had dark brown hair at Byrgenwerth era, has simply black hair as a Vicar in later days, and why Amelia and Cleric Beast of the Bridge have the streaks like this:

🔥 Red eyes for beasts are indication of the blood getting particularly sullied with human dregs or other kinds of curse and "filth". The Old Hunters that drop Vermin have red eyes and Scourge Beast that deals poison damage has red eyes (there is only one in the game, in Old Yharnam).

⚡ Like I stated before, human(oid) body will be reactive to how the blood is received, and how often! So, left arms of Cleric Beasts and Huntsmen are bigger because this is where blood ministration is received, and superstition that beasthood creeps from the right leg appeared because hunters kept injecting blood vials in their right leg!

🔥 Cainhurst nobles, descendants of Pthumeru Ihyll, actually have not had transformations into "real" beasts for god knows how long; Bloodlickers are their equivalent of beasts!

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Alright, I think I've got out the most of my ideas here so far! I am absolutely sure that I've forgotten at least something because it is 3 AM in my timezone and I do a little dying from coughing and sneezing dfsjhhdfds WORTH IT THOUGH xDDD Thank you for the ask!

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne theory #beasts #ask replies #laurence the first vicar #loran

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tomwambsgans · 2 years ago

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not to get too discourse-y, but - ok so i don't literally buy into the idea that tom sees greg as like a little cherub wide eyed anime girl, but i do think that (to a certain extent at least) tom does have a fantasy version of greg to the extent that i think he kinda chooses to see greg as an extension of himself?

like, i think that when it comes to tom's theory of greg's mind, there's this big blank region that he either doesn't know how to map and/or refuses to look at too closely and that region is 'what does greg think about tom?' and i think he doesn't want to look too closely at that area because no matter what's in there he's not going to like it. in tom's mind, either greg doesn't like him at all (devastating, he can never fully admit this as a possibility) or greg DOES like him, at least some of the time, but this possibility presents its own unique kind of terror because recognition of mutual affection sets off some kind of emotional alarm bell and also makes the contradictions inherent to the structure of their relationship much harder to ignore. if greg likes tom, then tom has to be worthy of being liked by greg, and i don't think that he thinks that he is. (in some ways i think the idea of genuinely being liked by greg actually feels more unsafe to tom than the idea of just being passively tolerated or disliked by him, tom's in a bit of a lose-lose situation)

and so since both of these possibilities are bad, i think tom kinda just chooses to keep that area of the map as blank as possible and to believe that he can kinda just fill it in with whatever he wants? like, of course greg knows when he's joking and being serious. of course he can just brush off being teased. because tom gets to decide how greg feels about him and how he reacts to him, and for as long as he can get away with it the responses that tom is going to believe that greg ought to have are the ones that are going to be easiest and most convenient for him. imo, tom's fantasy of version of greg isn't necessarily a greg who's softer and sweeter but a greg who's never going to directly force him to confront his own feelings (which might correlate with him being softer and sweeter in certain situations, but i don't think that's the core of the fantasy)

HOWEVER, i think the core story of their relationship arc is the story of this myth slowly falling apart. this situation tom's put himself in has never been stable and the cracks have been showing almost since day 1, but i think s3 especially really brought them to this very interesting turning point where - by having greg ditch tom for kendall and for comfrey and with the prison deal - tom has to finally update his theory of greg's mind to accommodate the fact that greg is in fact capable of articulating an independent existence, and if he wants to keep him around he might actually have to learn how to explore those scary unmapped territories

sorry i wrote a whole essay here i hope it's not completely incoherent lol

honestly yeah i'm just gonna say that i basically totally agree with you here. the nuance is pretty fucking solid and like personally i've written tom to be often unable to be aware of greg (or anyone else that he really likes for that matter) being an independent person who is justified in having desires/needs that aren't related to himself (which i would say are due to having never really had desire for another person so strong and it's naturally just NOT gonna come with selflessness. bc like when have you ever seen a toddler who's just grapsed the concept of possessing things be gracious about sharing), and i highkey kin tom and do the same thing irl and i do think that a lot of late s2 and s3 tom actions towards greg are regarding that realization and desire to rectify his past crimes toward greg so to speak

#tomgreg #anonymous

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villainkinconfessions · 11 months ago

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sometimes i look at my kins and just laugh at who gets called the villain and who gets called the hero, even when the core details of motive are about the same. now, stop me if this sounds familiar.

a man, desperate to survive, kills and kills and kills. he cannot leave this suit of armour/trap that lets everyone know what he is and that he is now more an idea of a person than an actual human under all that fabric and metal. people fear him. fewer revere him. he just keeps surviving everything thrown at him, no matter how much is thrown at him.

now this may seem like an easy "oh, it's william afton!" and it is, but it is also gordon freeman. it's funny what being a protagonist and having people willing to overlook your near-addiction to killing other living things will do. of course, there's other circumstances, but from the perspective of anyone not employed by black mesa, freeman was an unkillable nightmare. it's funny to think about, in a morbid way.

#william afton kin #fnaf kin #villainkin #villainkinconfessions #mod yokai

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king-of-kaoss · 11 months ago

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ahem may i?

we all know luffy had a lonely early childhood riddled with small town boredom. shanks brought his tales of excitement and adventure, and luffy, wanting so badly to get out and go with him, goes so far as to scar himself. what does that say? such an act might be a cry for attention, a way to prove one's resolve, a way to shock others into taking you seriously. then shanks trades an arm for luffy's life and scars and sacrifice take on new meaning. the person most important to him permanently gave a piece of themselves for luffy to be able to grow up and chase his dream. and i think that experience turned such grand acts of self sacrifice into luffy's love language.

how does luffy make friends? i think he does primarily two ways, one: he chooses good people and then he weasels his way into their heart by being immovably loyal and self sacrificing. he meets ace and follows him around like a puppy, refuses to give up ace and sabo's savings [that's their dream] at the risk of his own life just because he didn't want ace to hate him. and goes just as hard for each of his crewmates.

the second way he makes friends is when literally anyone feeds him. why? dadan from day one tells him you get this small amount of food by default if you want more you hunt it yourself. luffy has always had to earn his own food to satiate his huge appetite. similarly he's had to earn love from people. so when someone offers food or love to him without wanting something in return they immediately earn his favor. so much so that when he wakes up and zoro has attacked those that fed them he goes after him with murderous intent!!

like how starved to you have to be to go to such lengths for so little

what about when luffy leaves people behind, just like shanks did? luffy doesn't like being alone but he has learned to carry people with him no matter what. his friends are his friends no matter how much time or space separates them. he tells them as much when the people he's leaving are upset over it; his parting gesture to Vivi, his parting promise to Shirahoshi, his parting words to Tama, his parting gesture to Momo and Kin. he'll never forget them and he'll fight for them again if they so much as ask.

and when he's at his lowest point just after losing ace, it's only the knowledge that he still has his friends [even if he has no idea where they are and won't see them for a long time still] that keeps him going.

what about when his friends do leave and he goes to bring them back? he doesnt listen to her sister explain what nami's been through but he understands it when he finds her stabbing at her tattoo; she's been hurting herself and sacrificing herself for those she loves for years and it wasn't enough and luffy gets it. all she has to do is ask.

usopp oh my god, usopp is the fucking same as luffy [they were both left behind by pirates.] he's so scared [so sure?] he'll be left behind that he chooses to leave before that can happen. luffy's ready to forgive and forget immediately because he just wants usopp back.

the lengths they go to for robin, and the world of difference it makes to luffy's fighting spirit when he learns that robin is doing this to try to protect them [sacrificing herself for them] not because she wants to leave.

getting sanji back is almost manipulative, but it shows how well luffy knows sanji. he knows he doesn't want this. so he hunger strikes, vs the man that at his core would never let anyone starve if it were in his power to feed them. he reminds sanji to be true to himself by forcing this core of his morality. he bets his life on it.

he bets his life on every single one of his friends without question.

pretty please do talk some more about luffy's abandonment issues

Oh, damn. I don't even know what else to say, if I'm being honest? I talked about how his siblings disappearing from his life and the lack of stable paternal figures affected his views on friendships and what it means to be alone, but I think that's it? Due to those things, he feels responsible of protecting the people he cares about and he's always carrying the burden of keeping everybody safe. He finds comfort in people because he's extroverted and his energy basically comes from the people around him. He thinks death is better than being alone, if we're being a bit extreme here. The guy needs a hug and therapy.

Idk if you've read these two posts I made about this topic but maybe you're interested:

#speaking of self sacrifice have i mentioned thriller bark and zoro taking on all of luffy's weariness and pain #and how intimately zoro knows what luffy does for them every time he fights. and how he didn't tell luffy in order not to take that from hi #how zoro will help him shoulder the burden of it in any way he can and that's why he trains so fucking hard

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ruthlesslistener · 3 years ago

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While it is definitely nowhere near canon, what do you think of the idea (purely conceptionally, as an AU) of PK giving Hornet to Herrah to "fufill the bargain" with Hornet being a failed Vessel plucked from the Abuss?

It's a cute concept! But I don't think that I personally would ever be able to wrap my head around it, mostly because in canon, PK did not understand that the vessels were alive until it was too late. A huge core of the game is him foolishly assuming that Ghost and Hollow could not think, feel, or suffer because he himself could not understand the void that they were made of, and they didn't have the voices to tell him otherwise. Hence the justification for the baby pit in the first place- millions 'dead' don't exactly mean anything when they're just automatons, and anything that indicates life could just be a flaw in the vessel-making system. It's a waste, but there's technically nothing morally wrong with it...if said automatons weren't merely a lifeform that PK and WL couldn't wrap their heads around, as beings of light vs beings of dark. And when PK did realize that they were all children, he locked himself in the Dream Realm to die and built an elaborate gauntlet based on harsh self-punishment for daring to love the only child that survived, so we know for a fact that the knowledge that the vessels were children ruined him. That's the main tragedy of his character- that so many suffered because of his good intentions. He wanted to raise Hallownest to be an eternal civilization where all mortals could have their free will, and that failed. He tried to save the lives of millions under his care by creating something that could not suffer to trap the plague haunting them, but the vessel plan kept failing. And then, when he did create a 'perfect' vessel, he believes that he ruined them and made the deaths of Hallownest and their siblings worthless because he couldn't help but love them. His greatest flaw is love, which he used to justify his misdeeds.

So my take on him giving a failed vessel to Herrah would be that you would essentially need fanon!PK for it (aka a gratingly harsh, cold, cruel arrogant asshole), as him giving a failed vessel to Herrah implies that he knows the failed vessels were children with thoughts and feelings that he murdered for his own selfish gains, and just doesn't care. It might seem like mercy to some, giving one of those failures a chance at life, but in reality it speaks of a vast, unimaginable cruelty. Not to mention the fact that him just giving away a failure cements the fact that he thinks his children are just tools to be used (even WITH their minds- again, its heavily HEAVILY implied that the reason why PK and WL were okay with the vessel plan was bc they thought their children were nothing more than walking corpses), or, alternatively, he DOESN'T know that the failed vessels are capable of thought and is simply giving Herrah a braindead baby for her to play pretend with. Which in turn implies great distaste and disrespect for Herrah herself, of which there is no implications of in canon- remember that two of the most prestigious bugs of Hallownest were picked to be Dreamer, and that even though her kin destroyed his attempts at building a tramway to Deepnest, he still kept up trade with her after he sired her heir.

I think it could be interesting! But it's def. not for me personally.

#hollow knight #the pale king #hornet #hornet hk #herrah the beast #Like yeah I know that we see pk's personality thru the environment #So its subjective #But from what we can glean he genuinely didnt know that they suffered #Or he was too terrified of the thought to accept it #And that he regretted it deeply

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fggtwrmz · 4 years ago

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✞ pretty little sinner ✞

Hihi!! Taz here with this accounts first ((technically second)) post! This ones a full fic so it’s v lengthy

warnings: dubcon, noncon is you squint, size kin, dirty talk, talk of breeding, oral, religious themes, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, talk of corruption, did i mention degradation? cus we went a lil ham on degration, very rough in general, no like seriously kuroos hella mean here

please mind the warnings and leave if your uncomfortable with any listed!!

wc: 7.6k

The whole small town that you had lived in had known you and your parents as the perfect catholic family, and why would they have any reason to not believe that? After all, you were always such a good girl. The pride and joy of your parents’ lives, you did good in school, never complained about chores, and attended church every Sunday. That’s right, you were the perfect little catholic school girl.

That's what drew you into him.

You looked so innocent, so pure, so breakable, he just had to have you.

And that cute little cross necklace you wore to show your faith? He just wanted to rip it off of you. Have you worship him instead.

When you had spoken to him you didn’t imagine what he would actually be like. He’d put up such a sweet facade. But that's all it was.

A facade.

“What’s someone as pretty as you doing in a place like this, Dollface?” Came out the velvety voice of the walking personification of temptation himself; Kuroo Tetsuro.

You had heard about him through whispered rumors throughout the halls. He had an infamous reputation. But rumors were just that. Rumors.

So you humored him.

“At….The corner store? I’m getting snacks, what does it look like?” You had to giggle. It was such a foolish question. So foolish that you didn’t know the weight that it had held.

He had you hook, line, and sinker, you were just too innocent to realize. And he had been oh so sweet to accept your invitation to church on Sunday! Of course, you had to ask him, the house of God was as good a place to get to know someone as any. Much better than a dingy corner store anyway.

His words were sweet and charming, even for just a small chat. There was a look on his face that made you suspect something, but the way he spoke pushed your suspicions.

So when Sunday came and you saw him waiting for you at the door, in what appeared was his normal attire, you still gave him a big smile and waved him over to where you and your parents were.

“Kuroo! You made it!” You wanted to embrace him in a hug, but you felt that would be a little too familiar for someone you had only met yesterday at a convenience store. “Of course I made it, I wouldn’t blow someone as cute as you off.” He spoke, caressing your cheek.

Of course he wasn't nervous about being too familiar.

You felt the warmth rush to your cheeks, the affection catching you off guard.

“Sorry if I seem a bit underdressed.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, though it seemed as if he didn’t care. His attire could be deemed inappropriate for a church setting. His ripped jeans, loose-fitting button-up shirt, Jordan Retros, contrasting with your pure white short sleeve blouse, frilly plaid green and black skirt, and shining black Mary Janes, and of course that shiny cross necklace that hung so prettily from your neck.

You giggled, “No worries! I’m sure if you had shown up naked the lord wouldn’t turn you away.”

And there you went again, going on about how the lord would love anyone, sinner or saint. He’d wondered how you would react if you knew the sins he had committed, had planned to commit.

He wondered what filthy sins such a precious girl like you were hiding under that short little skirt of yours.

He couldn’t wait to find out.

You had taken your seat in the far back pews, opting to sit in between him and your parents. You’d been paying attention to your pastor, up until you felt a warm, calloused hand rest itself on your thigh.

You looked up with a curious look, but Kuroo seemed to be more focused on the word of the holy father than you, so you relaxed at his touch. Keyword; seemed.

And that wasn’t all he was planning to do, unfortunately for you.

He rubbed up and down your upper thigh, occasionally squeezing the soft flesh between your skirt’s end and your thigh highs beginning, pushing your skirt just a little higher up your thighs to get more space.

At that moment you thought you'd absolutely die if your parents looked over at the sinful act that was going on between you two, but when you looked over they were both too caught up in the pastor’s prayer to notice anything.

His hand moved inward, causing your breath to hitch. His fingers practically brushed against your core, causing you to let out a gasp. It was loud enough for just him to hear but low enough to where your parents wouldn’t suspect anything.

You placed a hand on his wrist, signaling it was not the time for this. He simply flashed a smirk, never looking down your way. His fingers made their way to your panties, gently rubbing against your folds, you ended up dampening the garments in the process.

You sucked in your breath, now holding onto his wrist with a feverish grip, notifying him just how on edge you were.

“Time for the communion! Everyone, form a line, children, teenagers, then adults.” Father announced.

You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding in.

Your pastor had just saved you from eternal damnation.

You and Kuroo walked in line, behind a couple of kids and in front of a few more teens. He rubbed down your shoulders and arms, sending chills down your spine.

You held your hands behind your back as children took their crackers which were symbolic of the flesh of Jesus, their “wine” symbolic of the blood of Christ, and scattered back to their seats.

When it was your turn, Kuroo made sure to keep a keen eye on the way your head tilted back ever so slightly when you had opened your mouth for the cracker to be placed on your tongue.

He wondered what other situations you would be in such an arguably compromising position.

You ate the cracker and took the small, plastic shot glass-like cup with you back to your seat.

“Nah,” Kuroo shook his head, declining the offer of the cracker, and took the cup, downing it and throwing it in the small trash bin next to the pastor, walking back to his seat, not looking back.

He sat back down next to you, his hands in his pockets this time. You stared ahead, waiting for anything to happen, the tension between you two was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Suddenly, he leaned down to your ear, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. “By the way, you get so fucking wet. It’d be pathetic if it weren't so adorable.” He hummed, sending heat straight to your core.

You gasped at his words, looking up at him as he leaned back up. “Kuroo!” You whispered. “You shouldn’t curse in the house of the lord!”

He looked down at you and chuckled slightly.

“Oh princess, if it were just us here I’d do so much worse.” He teased, making your eyes widen. Heat rushed over your body, causing you to break eye contact with him. His gaze became too much to bear.

Your parents and pastor had warned you of temptation before, but you had always thought it would be easy to overcome. You would have never thought that it could be something like this. His words and gentle touches felt like too much yet not enough all at the same time.

You wanted it all to stop, but yet you wanted to beg for more.

But you had to keep your composure, God's eyes were on you, you reminded yourself.

But all you could feel was his eyes on. They were fixated on you. The thought alone of that insatiable look in his eye made your thighs pressed together and your throat run dry. It all made your head reel.

And just like that, it was over.

You had been so lost in thought that it took Kuroo shaking you to make you notice everyone getting up and gathering outside for the weekly catch-ups that turned, “just a few minutes dear, and then I swear we’ll leave,” into 30 minutes and plans to babysit Mrs. Johnson's grandsons next weekend.

“Is it time to go?” Kuroo asked you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Only the adults are leaving, the teenagers and children stay for Sunday school, that’s why I’m wearing this outfit.” You whispered to him.

He went silent until he proposed an idea that caught you way off guard. “We should go back to my place for bible study, I might be able to show you a different type of God.”

Your eyebrows raised at the sudden invitation, you didn’t know what he meant by that, but you know it’d be rude to decline such an offer since he had come to Sunday worship despite his belief in this “other type of god”.

Before you could answer he tapped your mother’s shoulder, catching the attention of both of your parents.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but can I speak to you for a second?” He asked politely. Your parents said their goodbyes to Sister Elise and stepped away with you and Kuroo. “Yes?” Came the voice of your mother.

“Would it be alright if me and your sweet daughter here, a real angel if I do say so, could go back to mine so we can go over the Psalms? I would offer to do it over the phone but the lord’s word can only be understood in person.” It’s like he had the good Christian boy next door role down pact.

Your parents looked at each other worriedly. “I don’t know, will there be a guardian to watch over you two?” Your father asked. “Yes sir, my fathers at work, but my mother will be there. I promise I’ll have her home at a reasonable time.” He promised.

Oh yeah, he has this little act down to the T, not like you could see through it though. You were so naive and thought that you could bring out the good in him with the help of good. How foolish.

Your father looked at his watch. “It's five now, so have her home no later than eight. Understood?” “Crystal clear, thank you, sir. Shall we get going?” He asked you, a perfect and pure smile plastered on his face.

He was too perfect, your parents already adored him.

Too bad it was only to get in your pants.

———

You were on his bed. His room smelled of pinewood and lavender. You drowned in the scent, loving every second of it.

His room was nothing like yours, he had deep red walls, wooden floors, and everything looked to be either black or red, barely any other colors being seen other than the clothes in his closet, and some other things you couldn’t identify, but he shut it before you could get a good look.

“Sorry if my room is a bit dirty, I didn’t think about cleaning up before inviting you.” He apologized, closing the curtains.

You loved the way he spoke, it was like his words were coated with chocolate. His luscious and velvety voice made you think things, things the lord would frown upon.

“No worries! Nobody’s perfect.” You kindly reassured him with a polite smile.

He’d think differently, you were a goddess in his eyes. Every part of you, even everything he couldn’t see, not that he’d be in the dark for much longer.

He chuckled, his eyes wandering down your figure, undressing you with his eyes, as you sat innocently on his bed waiting for whatever he might do.

“So where’s your mom?” You asked innocently, catching him off guard. “What?” “You said your mom was here, where is she? I didn’t see her when we walked in.”

He’d already forgotten. Typical.

“Oh, she’s probably taking a nap.” He lied with ease.

He didn’t think he'd be able to forgive himself if he was in the presence of his mother while thinking about such ungodly things. He planned to defile you, and he wanted to be the only one who even got close to experiencing you in such a state.

“Oh well-uhm...I’ll be sure to be quiet so I don’t disturb her.”

He held in a chuckle. There was no way that you would be quiet, no way you could be quiet when he got his way.

“So…. While I have no real interest in changing faiths, I have to ask about the god that you worship.”

He had you right where he wanted you.

He hovered over your frame at the edge of the bed, him standing and towering over you. He’d lifted your chin to look up at him with the tips of his fingers and said in a delightfully sinful tone,

“Oh baby,” He leaned in close to your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive skin. “I’m the new god, and you're gonna worship me like I’m your true creator.”

You felt yourself shrink, yes at the way he was menacingly towering over you, but at the way he describes his God—no, himself.

“You-you’re...the god you were talking about?” You stammered, your hands on his chest, trying to make some distance between you and his dominating presence.

Sadly to no avail.

“Mhm, and you’re going to be a good girl and obey me, understood?”

"Y-yes, sir."

"Awe look at you, using your manners without me having to tell you. Keep that up and you just might get a reward." He cooed.

You felt a familiar heat pool at the pit of you.

What was he going to do to you? What were these sudden temptations? And most importantly why did you want more.

This was god testing you, and you were failing miserably.

You wanted so badly to give in to your desires. To leave behind the life of that sweet innocent angel that everyone once knew, you wanted to give yourself wholly to your new one and only savior.

You were really doing this.

You were abandoning the only faith you’d ever known for some stranger.

For all you know he could be a demon from hell himself, here to stray you away from the path the lord had originally sent you to. No, he couldn’t be a demon. He was so sweet when the two of you had first met, and he was so polite when addressing your parents.

You felt like Eve, being tempted with such a delicious specimen by the devil himself. So when he pushed his lips against yours harshly, like Eve, you gave in.

His lips molded perfectly against yours. Your tongues were dancing in an elegant waltz that could only be described as heavenly. His lips tasted so sweet on yours. If this was the forbidden fruit you would happily taste it again and again.

His hands roamed your backside, hiking your skirt up so he could get a feel of your cotton panties. Your breathing sped, feeling him caress your clad ass. You’d always been told to never let anyone touch you like this unless you’re married, but I guess your god was the only exception.

That’s right. Kuroo was god now, and you had to let him do whatever you want.

Suddenly, he roughly pulled your skirt off, throwing it behind him. You whimpered, afraid he might’ve ripped your skirt.

Feeling his rough hands run up your sides and into your shirt, he stopped kissing you to look down, causing you to let out a whine, missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“Awe baby, don’t look so sad, I’ll get your mouth back to work real soon.” He whispered, trying to unbutton your shirt. Trying.

You could tell he was getting frustrated at how the buttons wouldn’t come undone.

He groaned loudly, grabbing an open hole of your blouse and ripping it open, making the buttons of your shirt fly everywhere. You gasped, whining because now you didn’t have anything to come home in.

“Kuroo! How am I supposed to go home without a shirt?” You whined, hearing him chuckle soon after.

“Hush, you’ll be fine don’t worry, you won’t be needing it anytime soon.” Kuroo reassured with a smirk.

He unclipped your bra and threw it behind him, looking down hungrily at your tits, admiring how perfect they were. He cupped one of them and proceeded to place the other in his mouth. You let out a soft moan, awakening something fierce in him.

“Oh fuck, I can’t wait to hear more of those sweet sounds, princess. That’s right, let it all out for me baby.”

He kissed up your chest and to your neck, peppering kisses and bite marks on you. Claiming you.

He bit down on a certain spot, making you moan out, your fingers getting intertwined with the back of his hair. Your legs clung onto his waist as he abused the spot with his mouth, leaving dark hickeys.

Your moans became needier when he brought his knee up to your cunt, grinding it right against your clit, making you wetter by the second.

You felt high on ecstasy, the pleasure becoming heavenly, but what made everything pure bliss was his words.

The way he’d call you his baby, his princess in between kisses, and the best of all, his little sinner.

Being called his sinner made you feel a different type of feeling. It felt wrong, you could feel the heavens looking down on you in disappointment with each response you gave him.

Yes, you’d be giving up your oath to stay pure until marriage, but if it’s your god taking your virginity, what harm could be done?

When he lifted up off you, you were snapped from your pleasure.

He was looking down at your body and you resting upwards on your elbows, wondering why he’d left.

“Get on your knees.” It wasn't a request. It was an order. One that you, of course, didn’t even think to disobey.

So there you sat. All pretty and kneeling in front of him as if he was an alter.

You looked like such a perfect slut in his eyes. Who knew that such an innocent little virgin could look like the perfect whore.

He wouldn’t tell you that though. No, he wanted to warm you up first. Call you such sweet names, make you feel like his precious baby girl and then let you know just how much of a dirty slut he thought you were.

Knew you were.

All you needed was a push in the right direction. And he would provide that push.

“Now you want to know how to appease your god, don’t you?”

You nodded from in between his legs enthusiastically.

“Well, first, you have to atone for your sins. Now how would we go about doing that?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say.

“C’mon baby, be a good girl and use your words. How would you atone for your sins? Think about the position you're in before you answer.”

You looked down at your legs which were folded underneath you and looked back up at him.

“P-Prayer?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your innocence. “Oh princess, so innocent even in such a vulgar position baby. You’re gonna atone for your sins by sucking me off. You don't want me to be mad, do you?”

Of course you didn’t. You didn’t even understand what sins you had even committed, but if Kuroo says you’ve sinned, you'll let him do anything to make you holy again.

He stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock and waving it teasingly over you.

“Now stick out your tongue.”

You did as you were told, eyes never leaving his cock. It was the only one you’d ever seen, and the only one you ever wanted to see. It was a good 7 or 8 inches and about 4 inches wide in girth.

It had the drool pooling at the bottom of your tongue before falling on your thigh high socks. It felt every bit as sinful as it looked and it had your panties soaked. You'd grinded against yourself for some sort of friction.

“Awe, so pretty for me, now listen to me, you're gonna take everything I give you, ok princess?”

You nodded, feeling as if your voice would betray if you tried to speak.

“What’d I say about using your words? Such a shame, you were being so good earlier.”

“Sorry sir, please don’t be mad, I promise I’ll-I'll take it all. I'll be so good for you.” The words were coming out faster than you could control. If someone would have told you that you would be in that predicament about a week ago you would have laughed in their face. But here you were, begging for him to do something, anything.

You sounded absolutely brain dead and he loved it.

“Ah, yeah that’s it, that’s my good girl.” He said grabbing you by your hair and gently guiding you down his shaft.

“Fuck baby, ‘gonna train this throat so well you’ll be ready to worship this cock with your mouth anytime of any day.” He growled, lowering your head down faster, soon hearing you gag over his length. You felt tears prick your eyes as he finally thrusted his full length in your mouth, going well past your limits.

He lets out a dark chuckle, suddenly being cut off by a throaty moan.

“Ah f-fuck princess you’re being such a good girl, now remember to breathe through your nose.” He reminded you, resulting in you looking up at him and nodding, letting him know you understood.

Your parents would disown you if they knew what you were doing. Your pastor and priest wouldn’t even think of speaking to you. You’d only have Kuroo, but that doesn’t sound too bad. After all, you had devoted your life to your religion in the past, so what would be so different now? You’d just be able to indulge in such fine luxuries as getting facefucked after church.

He put his other hand on your head, roughly shoving your head down, matching the bucking upwards of his hips. The action erupted a loud groan from him, throwing his head back.

You could feel him all the way down your throat.

“Oh yeah, that’s my good girl, fucking hell baby girl,” he moaned, you could feel his thrusting start to get uneven, your throat not having anymore time to adjust to his size and abuse.

His pace was absolutely brutal but you sat there, taking everything he gave you.

On the inside you were smiling, happy to please your god, you felt so proud of yourself for making him feel good. Being his good little girl. His obedient little worshipper.

Your eyes became watery, the way he roughly thrusted into your mouth made your throat hurt, which made your eyes water.

He bit his lip, lowering the sound of the grunt he let out. “Mmf, baby you look so pretty right now, such a pretty fucking princess for me.” He grunted.

You didn’t feel pretty, though. Your face was covered in tears, sweat, makeup, and ran down mascara. Your hair was under Kuroo’s grip, messily overlapping his hands. Strings of drool were hanging from your plump lips onto your thighs, not to mention your soaked panties.

Kuroo on the other hand looked heaven sent. Hair messily askew and face tinted slightly red. Biting his lip while sweat slid down his forehead. He looked like he was graced by God.

He looked like he was graced by God.

You felt ashamed at how wet you got by just looking at him, but fuck was he sexy.

He shoved your head down quicker and quicker, thrust harder into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck baby you’re gonna-you’re gonna make me—” His groans became more and more breathy, and his working became more and more sloppy, until you felt a warm, thick, sticky liquid coat the insides of your mouth.

The foreign substance tasted bitter and you wanted to spit it—

“Ah ah,” he sang, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.

You looked disgusting. He wanted to see you like this more often.

“Be good and swallow for me, baby girl.”

You gulped down the liquid, feeling it still in your throat, but it didn’t bother you enough to where you couldn’t breath.

“Di-did I do good, sir?” You sounded absolutely broken, and it was like music to his ears.

“You did amazing, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard. Does your face feel alright?” He cooed, tucking himself back into his pants.

“My jaw hurts, and so does my throat, but I’m glad I got to make you feel good.”

Kuroo smirked, admiring what he molded you into. Such a dedicated disciple, you deserve an award. “Now it’s your turn. Come on, hop up on the bed for me,” he commanded, patting the spot on his bed beside him.

You did so eagerly, not wanting to break your obedience streak. You sat on your feet, your hands resting on each of your thighs, smiling with the light shining beautifully in your eyes.

Even as the mascara ran down your cheek, you looked so beautiful to him.

“Lay down.” He softly said. You obeyed, as usual, keeping your legs closed in the air. You had no idea what he was thinking of doing.

“Spread them for me, babes.” He commanded. You were confused, why did he want your legs spread?

“Wait, why?” You asked innocently. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Because I said so. You’re not really denying the word of your lord, are you?”

Of course you didn’t. You were completely devoted to him, so without further hesitation you spread your legs. He pulled your drenched panties up off you and threw them somewhere in the room.

He ducked himself inbetween your thighs and planted your thighs on the side of his head with a secure grip.

“W-Wait!” You squeaked out.

“What’s wrong baby? You’ve been such a good girl, and good girls deserve rewards now don’t they?” He acts like this is for you, when in all honesty it’s all been for him. This whole time he’s only been fulfilling his desires of turning you from a sweet and innocent princess into a filthy fucked out whore and he knows this will only speed the process a bit, you just so happen to be getting some pleasure out of it.

“Yeah I gue- Ah!” A moan cut you off when you felt him lick up your wet folds, moaning your legs jolt up and your back arch.

He plunged his tongue into you, his thick tongue thrusts into you, making your moans come out in squeaks. You felt absolutely amazing already.

His tongue circled around your clit, pushing his tongue in and out of you in patterns; leaving his tongue in, out, for a second, then in again going back to sucking and circling.

Your moans became higher and breathier each time his tongue circled your clit, it drove him absolutely crazy.

He was...spelling something? You could feel it as he kept making the same trails around your cunt.

Kuroo.

“Mmph, Kuroo, more please…” You moaned tugging at his hair. He slid his thumb up your thigh, rubbing your clit as he pushed his tongue deeper in you, prodding your sweet spot.

The sudden action made you cry out in pleasure, tugging at his hair. He moaned from under you at the sudden mix of pain and pleasure on his scalp.

Kuroo stuck his tongue in and out of you, continuing to rub your clit with his thumb. You felt a tingling sensation grow low in your stomach, making your grip tighten on Kuroo’s hair and while your other frantically grabbed at his sheets, the foreign feeling traveling through your entire being.

You moaned his name, wanting to ask him what the sensation was, but your mind only focused on him, making barely anything come out other than moans and his name.

His fingers sped up as his tongue explored your walls. The sensation made you tighten, sending chills through your core as the pressure became too much to process alone.

Your legs twitched as your orgasm rocked through you, your eyes rolling back, gripping his hair tightly.

All that you could think of in that moment was Kuroo. KurooKurooKurooKuroo. It was a repeating mantra in your mind.

Your walls tightened around Kuroo’s tongue, a moan squeaking from your throat. Your grip tightened as you came, covering his tongue. You came from your high slowly, allowing you to let out a satisfied sigh.

You smiled peacefully as he hungrily lapped at your clit, making sure not to let a single drop of your cum slip from his tongue.

As he pulled out his fingers and lifted up from your body, you relaxed, your legs falling and your hand bringing itself to rest upon your stomach.

He came up and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, making sure you could taste yourself on his tongue. You tried pushing him away, not liking the taste of yourself, but he slapped your thigh, taking your hands and holding both of them above your head.

You whimpered squirming, uncomfortable with him holding you down. You shook your head in the kiss, trying to get away, but he only took this as an invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body temperature rise as he rocked against you, grinding against your thigh. The foreign feeling felt weird, but knowing you were giving him pleasure did cloud your mind with a hazy fog.

He parted ways from the kiss and looked down on you.

You looked so fucked out, and the real fun hadn’t even started yet. He wondered how you would be able to take him all the way, the thought of you not being able to handle all of him snuck its way into his mind and making him groan.

You would look so cute crying that it was all too big, how it wouldn’t fit. The money he’d pay to see that, he’d bow down and pray to any god to see that image and keep it in his mind forever.

He leaned up and loomed over you, caging you with his hands on either side of your head. His eyes were dark with lust. It struck a tinge of fear in you.

He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out, and spread your legs once more.

Leaning down, he whispered in your ear. "Do you think you're worthy enough for my cock princess?"

"Huh!?"

"Awe, what did you think was gonna happen sweetheart? You thought it'd be that easy to make up for your sins—"

"But you said—" you felt tears prick your eyes. You didn't think you were ready for such a big step before marriage. You two weren't even dating!

"But you said—" He mocked in a whiny voice. "I know what I said, and now I'm saying," he pulled you by the cross on your necklace.

"That I'm gonna fuck you until you’re too fucked out to even think about anything else. I'll turn you into such a pretty whore that you'll feel dirty even thinking about stepping foot in that church. Do you understand slut?"

Whore? Slut? Where was this coming from? He’d been so nice to you. You wouldn’t think he’d call you such degrading names. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him.

You looked down at his size, causing you to whimper in fear for your small body.

Kuroo squeezed your cheeks in one hand roughly, making you whine, your eyes watering. “Use your words, you dumb bitch. Do you or do you not understand what I’m saying?” He repeated.

You nodded. “I-I understa-stand.” You hiccuped, hugging your arms.

You we’re borderline sobbing at this point. This wasn’t the smooth and sweet guy who chatted you up in the convenience store. This wasn’t the sweet christian boy your parents knew. This man was Lucifer himself.

And now, your new lord and saviour.

You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. You should have never given him the benefit of the doubt. Everyone was right about him. He was just a mean playboy jerk who treated women like shi-

“Awe don’t cry sweetheart. You were doing so good just a minute ago.” His sweet and comforting tone snapped you from your thoughts, and you felt your mind become just a bit less panicked about the whole situation. “Although, you do look awfully pretty when you cry… hm… How bout this; I’ll just make you feel so good to where your instant reaction is to cry. That way I get to see that cute little tear-stained face, and you get to have my expert cock. How does that sound, princess?”

You nodded, feeling like if you opened your mouth only sobs would come out.

“What did I say about your words?” He quickly chastised.

“S-Sorry. Yes sir I-I’d like that…”

“That's a good girl,” The praise made your chest bubble with joy. You were happy that you could be seen as good in his eyes after all the disgusting things he had just called you.

“Now here’s the worst part.”

And that was all the warning you got before he rammed his cock into you. It was the worst pain that you had ever felt. The agonizing stretch, the unfamiliar feeling of being so full, it all was too painful to bear. So you did exactly what he planned and cried.

He thought of going slow, he really did, but then he wouldn’t be able to see you and those absolutely gorgeous tear streaks.

“Kuroo, it hurts! It’s too much! Take it out please!” You sobbed out.

He laughed at you. “Aww poor baby, is it too much?”

“Good.” He said with another slam of his hips. “You seem—fuck— to forget what we’re—oh god your so fucking tight—doing this for. You were acting like a bitch in church. In the house of your—shit—precious lord.” He said the last point in a mocking tone. “And now you're just paying for your sins to your new god.” He breathed out while continuing to thrust into you at a brutal pace.

You could only cry harder as he fucked you with such vigor. The stretch was so painful and with every rough thrust he hit your cervix dead on. It was absolute torture.

So you 're confused as to why the pain slowly subsided and turned to pleasure. Were you… enjoying this? No. There was no way. You didn’t even get a real say in what was happening. So why we’re tiny gasps coming out faster than you could stop them? And why did your hips start to move down to match his thrusts.

“How do you thi-think your parents would react to your sinful actions right now? Huh, you dumb slut? Bet they’d be so disappointed to see that their precious little girl is nothing but a pretty little sinner huh? Say it! Fuck- Say you’re a sinner, and make sure the neighbors can hear you say it.”

“B-but your mom..!”

“You actually believed that?” He laughed. His laughing consisted of grunts and groans, making his laughing time out. “You’re such a fucking dumbass, you know that? I wouldn’t be touching your disgusting ass if my mother was home.” He growled, making more tears stream down your face.

You whined, covering your face because of the absurd amount of embarrassment you felt.

“Oh no no no, don’t cover your beautiful face now!” He grunted, taking both of your wrists and holding them above your head.

With only the bottom half of his cock fucking into you, his thrusts were long and deep, making sure you felt it in your stomach. Your eyes rolled back with each agonizingly painful and deep thrust, your nails ripping off your skins from balling your fists.

“Oh fuckkkk you're so tight for me.” Kuroo groaned. ”How’s such a slut like you got such a tight pussy?”

It was obvious that the question was rhetorical as he started to slow his thrusts but put more force behind them, bruising your cervix. All you could let out were little “ah ah ah ahhhhhhs”.

He slowly stopped, looking down at your trembling body. He let out a breathy groan, shaking his head and biting his lip.

He let go of one of your wrists and grabbed hold of your hand, bringing it down to your stomach.

“Princess, do you feel that?” He asked, rubbing your hand over a bump on your stomach. You looked down with him, seeing a slight bump stand with attention below your belly button, making your eyes widen and your breath quicken.

“Ka-ka-Kuroo! What is that?!” You frantically questioned.

He looked up at you with the most agrivated, most dumb founded look on his face. “What do you mean, ‘what’s that’?! That’s me, dollface.” He spat, making you jump. “Y-you..?”

He groaned, slamming into you again, causing you to scream out again. “Ya’ see that moving in your stomach? That’s me, fucking deep into your tight tight pussy.” He growled. You look down again, seeing the bulge in your stomach move with each sharp thrust Kuroo sent through you.

It made your head feel fuzzy.

Your body started adjusting to his size, finally. You lifted your legs to cling onto the side of his waist, but they quickly fell spread for him. Your arms also stopped struggling, relaxing under his grip. Your eyes slowly rolled to the back of your head. With each animalistic thrust of his hips you could feel the bed shake. You could barely hear the frame hit the wall over the sound of your high whines and moans and his low groans filling your ear. But you could still faintly hear it, reminding of how rough he was getting.

“Alright princess now open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” He commanded from over you.

You opened your mouth and leaned your head back being sure to lol your tongue out.

You felt a cold liquid settle near the tip of your tongue, it was Kuroo’s spit. He’d let it fall like a fountain. Licking his lips when he’d finished.

“Now swallow like a good girl.”

You closed your mouth and gulped. Letting the spit slide down your tongue. It should have grossed you out, but instead it made your eyes roll back.

“Aww, look at you, all pretty and fucked out.” he shrugged, thrusting upwards into you, hitting a spot that made you scream out in ecstasy.

“Kuroo, right there! Fuck, Kuroo yes right there!!” You moaned, arching your back and throwing your head back.

That was the first time you cursed. Ever.

“Such a dirty vocabulary you’re discovering! I’m such a good influence on you, your parents would be so proud.” He sarcastically exclaimed in a low and gravelly voice.

Your parents. You were so caught up in your pleasure that you completely forgot all about them, and the time limit they'd set for you. You were sure you’d past it, it was fairly dark outside.

You whined, feeling more tears of disappointment roll down the side of your face. “Do-don’t talk about them right now…Ah-I’m gonna-Kuroo fuck p-please!”

He only thrusted harder faster. “Awe baby, do you think you're the one in control? That’s so cute.” He pulled you by your necklace for the second time that night. “You’re atoning for your sins, and I’m using your body for my own pleasure. So you’re gonna sit back, and make sure the only thing that comes out of that pretty. Little. Mouth,” He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust. “Are those pretty. Little. Moans. You got that princess?”

“Y-yes sir. I’m so sorry sir.”

“Awe look at my baby! Using her words like a good girl!” He deeply cooed.

You bit your lip, holding back the moan you desperately wanted to let out, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of your voice. He noticed and started to pound faster. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck! Kuroo! Ple-ase! Fuck you’re so good. Sosososo good. Pleeeeease!”

“Listen to you! You sound downright pathetic!” He laughed at you. It felt humiliating, but you felt yourself getting wetter from the whole situation. The intensity, the humiliation, Kuroo’s groans, they all were filling up your senses, and you could feel yourself nearing your climax.

“Look at you, you’re getting tighter. How much of a- fuuuuck how is it possible that your tighter- slut are you? You're really getting off to me calling you a slut? You like that? Huh? Go on, answer me whore.”

“Yes! Yes Kuroo! I’m your whore! Fuuuuuckkkk!” Your moans were high and breathy.

He pulled you by your necklace one again and snatched it clean off of you.

You gasped, snapping out of your lustful trance. “Kuroo!!! My dad gave me that!!” You cried.

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m your god now, you don’t need a stupid cross, I’ll let everyone know you’re mine.” He huffed, dangling it in front of you, before throwing it out his window.

The window. The window!

“K-Kuroo, how long has that be-been open?” You asked.

He groaned, slowing down his thrust. “The window? It’s been open since this morning.” He shrugged, fucking into you sloppier and sloppier.

You felt embarrassed, heat rushing over your being as you held onto Kuroo to hide your face. “O-oh…” you moaned, scrunching your eyebrows together in embarrassment.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you embarrassed? Are you embarrassed that my whole neighborhood can hear how bitchy, and pathetic you sound? Fuck- Good, fucking cry about it like the stupid bitch you are.”

Each insult brought you closer to that edge. You forgot all about your previous embarrassment and basked in the bliss of Kuroo’s rough thrusts.

“Holy shit- Did you get tighter from me reminding you of how much of a—shiiiiiitttt—of a fucking slut you are?” His voice sounded so breathy. You could feel him twitching inside of you.

And then the dam broke. You could feel your orgasm sparking through you like electricity.

“Kuroo! Kuroo! Im cumm- Im cumming! Oh Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! You're so good!”

He revelled in the profanities spilling from your mouth, knowing that before this you probably would have never thought about saying such vile things.

“Oh thats right baby who’s making you cum on his cock like a dumb bitch in heat? Who’s your god? C’mon, say it, princess.”

“You! Shit! You're my god! Oh please- It’s too much! It's- It’s too much!”

He laughed at you. “How many fucking—Fuck baby you feel so good—How many times do I have to tell you this isn’t- Shit- This isn’t for you.” The last part came out as a dark growl.

“Y-Yes sir! I’m sorry.”

“Yeah that's a good girl, oh you're such a good slut for me. Shutting up and just taking it. Yeahhh that's a good fucking whore. You want your god to cum inside you? Breed you and fill you up so nice? That what you want princess?”

Your eyes widened. Nononono he couldn’t! He had to pull out!

“N-No...Please...” Your voice sounded so weak and tiny.

“Oh no baby, that was rhetorical. You're gonna sit back and let me breed this little pussy like a good girl who stays in her place, because surely- fuck- you remember your place and wouldn’t talk back, now would you?”

You knew it was useless to deny him. You don’t even know why you tried.

After a few more thrust there was a particularly hard one. The force of fit knocked you back a bit, but he pulled you back by your thighs so he would stay fully buried inside of you.

Suddenly you felt nothing but warmth filling you. He was cumming inside you. You could feel him shooting spurt after spurt. You had never felt so full, his thick cock splitting you accompanied by his come pushed you to another orgasm. Your legs shot up and you let out a loud whiny moan.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! You feel so good filling me up Kuroo- Fuck!”

“Aww you came again from me cumming in you? What happened to you not wanting it?” He teased. You couldn’t respond, you still hadn’t come down from your high.

_________

You woke up in an unfamiliar location, dark red walls and black sheets were unlike your pastel blue walls and baby pink sheets. You panicked, until memories of your earlier actions came back to you. You weren't completely calm though, you were sure you definitely passed your curfew and Kuroo was nowhere to be found.

“Kuroo! I need to get home like— now!”

He entered the room and laughed. “Oh calm down you big baby, I called your folks and said you’d passed out cause you were so tired. Took some convincing, but they’re fine with you spending the night here.”

You sighed, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Oh, thank god.”

“Speaking of,” He came closer to you. “You down for round two?”

You felt warmth flood your face and threw a pillow at him. “You pervert!”

“How am I the pervert when you're the one naked in my bed?”

He was right, you did feel a cold breeze brush against your cold body as you pulled the covers up.

“Well then where are my clothes?”

He winced, itching the back of his neck. “Ya’ see...your skirt is still ripped, but I put your underwear and skirt in the wash. You could wear something of mine though!"

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The Birchin | Feysand x Bat Boys

So, I have to imagine this scene has been written a thousand times to Sunday but firstly, I haven't actually read one and secondly, I JUST HAVE TO. Scene lift from ACOFS. The dirtiest, filthiest thing I have ever written and arguably too long for a oneshot sorry. Smut warning, OBVIOUSLY.

Azriel won.

His one-hundred-ninety-ninth victory, apparently. The three of the had entered the cabin an hour later, dripping snow, skin splotched with red, grinning from ear to ear. Mor and I, snuggled together beneath a blanket on the couch, only rolled our eyes at them. Rhys just dropped a kiss atop my head, declared the three of them were going to take a steam in the cedar-lined shed attached to the house, and then they were gone.

I blinked at Mor as they vanished, letting the image settle.

"Another tradition," she told me. "An Illyrian custom, actually- the heated sheds. The birchin. A bunch of naked warriors, sitting together in the steam, sweating."

I snorted. "So the three of them are just in there. Naked. Sweating."

Mother above.

Interested in taking a look? The dark purr echoed into my mind. Lech. Go back to your sweating. There's room for one more in here. I thought mates were territorial.

I could feel him smile as if he were grinning against my neck. I'm aways interested to learn what sparks your interest, Feyre darling.

I paused.

How... interested?

Dark amusement rolled down the bond. Why don't you come in here and find out?

I felt my neck grow heated at the invitation. Was he serious? And for that matter, was I?

At that moment, Rhys trailed a single talon down my shields. I didn't know what he was up to, but I let him in. And saw what he was seeing.

The room was thick with steam, and for a moment, white clouds were all that was in front of Rhys. Then the vapour dissipated, and I became aware of Cassian and Azriel's voices in the room. They were both sitting in opposite corners of the room, elbows propped up on the backs of the bench. Their dark hair was pushed back off their faces, although a lock fell into Azriel's eyes. The black of the Illyrian tattoos stood out even in the steam. And both of them were completely, gloriously naked.

My eyes travelled very, very slowly back and forth between the two of them. Gleaming hair. Powerful shoulders. Broad, patterned chests. Abs you could count. Lower.

Rhys snapped his shield neatly back down, and it felt like a window closing on my fingers. I snarled down the bond, and Rhys just laughed.

Want more? He purred. You'll have to come look yourself.

I was back in my own head now, but the images still danced before my eyes. Rhys' invitation glittered darkly before me, and I turned it over in my mind. Would he really be okay with that? Would I be okay with it? Were the Cassian and Azriel actually interested?

Cassian and Azriel. Rhys' best friends, and males I now considered kin. I wondered how something like sex might change our dynamic, and if finding out would be worth it.

Then I remembered that Mor had tangled with them and remained close as ever. Maybe five hundred years was a very long time, and new experiences were not so daunting to them.

At that moment, Mor yawned hugely and stood to her feet.

"I think I'm tapped, kiddo," she said. "I'm winnowing home." "You're not staying here?" "Sleep in my own bed is rare," Mor said, "and I take it when I can get it." She kissed me on the cheek and picked up her coat. "Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?" "Definitely," I said, and with a wink, she was gone. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I looked toward the birchin, and my heart drummed fast in my chest. Before I had fully made up my mind, my feet were taking me toward the door.

I stood in the snow, the wind icy but my cheeks burning. I couldn't bring myself to knock, not just yet. But I couldn't quite walk away, either. So I reached out with my mind.

Rhys? The endless amusement, again. Yes, my love? I'm here.

For a second, there was silence, and Rhys must have felt my apprehension because when he spoke in my mind he was gentle.

You know I'd never want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. That wasn't the part I was worried about. Do... do the other two know you invited me in?

Rhys paused again, and I could hear the feline grin in his silent voice.

They do. And, I asked. Do they... want me here?

The grin stretched.

They do, he said again. I have no idea how to convey to you how fucking stunning you are. You walk in here, and they will kiss the ground beneath your feet. Amongst other things.

The idea sent shivers down my spine. I put my hand to the wooden door, and stepped inside.

The first male I found was Rhys. Strong as our bond was, I often found myself turning toward him like a compass. So I wasn't surprised when my eyes sought a face and found his. He had an animal grin, and his eyes burned.

"Hello, Feyre darling," he said aloud. Down the bond, he said, You naughty, wicked thing. I can't wait to see you play.

Rhys reached for my hand, and tugged me to stand between his legs. The heavy air settled itself on my skin. My heart jumped at the sight of him, slick with sweat and bare before me. He was already hard, and my core pounded in response. I wondered in that moment if the mating bond, the wanting him, would ever lessen.

"It's very, very warm in here," Rhys said. "You won't be needing this anymore." He took hold of the hem of my sweater, and slowly pulled it over my head, keeping eye contact the whole time. Making sure I was okay with this.

"Or these," he added, and slid his fingers into my waistband. I hadn't looked Cassian or Azriel in the face yet, but I could feel their gaze as Rhys slid my leggings off me. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I stepped out of them, and as he straightened back up his fingers trailed up the inside of my leg. I shivered, despite the heat.

"In fact," Rhys went on, "warriors in the birchin get undressed completely, as a rule." My underthings were pulled off too.

Now, I was fully naked in front of him. Rhys' eyes roved over my body, and his hands followed. I still hadn't turned to the other two. And then Rhys put his hands on my hips, and very slowly, rotated me around. I leaned back into him slightly for reassurance, and he squeezed warmly.

"Feyre," he said, his lips at my hip. "Azriel won the snowball fight today. I would like you to be his prize. Would you do that for me?"

And then I looked at him. Azriel was still in the relaxed position I had seen him in through Rhys' eyes- leaning back, arms on the back of the bench, wrists limp. But his eyes were hard and glazed with lust, and now that I was here in person, there was no hiding the solid length of him.

I could feel myself staring, but I couldn't drag my eyes away. Not when Azriel brought his bottom lip between his teeth, without moving a single other muscle, and I could see him staring right back at me.

"Would you give him his prize, Feyre?" Rhys asked again. He kissed the back of my hip.

I was too nervous to say anything, so I just walked. One foot in front of the other, and as I got closer I found that I wasn't so nervous, after all. Because now I could fully see the hunger on Azriel's face. Rhys hadn't been lying. Azriel wanted this, too. I stopped in front of him, and made sure to keep my eyes on his.

"Congratulations, Azriel," I said shyly. "Give him a kiss, Feyre darling," Rhys drawled. "Azriel is the best snowball fighter in all of Prythian."

I stepped over Azriel's knee and settled myself carefully in his lap, facing him, relishing the feeling of his breathing speeding up beneath me.

"Feyre," Azriel said softly. His eyes searched mine. "Can I touch you?" "Yes," I breathed, and waited.

Azriel's hands came up cautiously, and glided over my hips. A groan so low I almost missed it issued from his throat. He met my eyes again, and I gazed steadily back at him. Azriel's hands moved now, up my sides and down my back. They were so hot on my skin, that I relaxed into him. When they slid back down, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

In all the time I had known the Shadowsinger, I had never seen him ruffled. That was kind of his thing. Every movement Azriel made was controlled, calculated, intentional, and it made him the perfect spymaster. Not this time.

As soon as my lips touched his, Azriel inhaled sharply through his nose, and his arms came up around me. He was so beautiful, I had always wanted to touch him. But I hadn't expected the sudden tenderness, the emotion that seemed to pour forth from him as he crushed me to him, and the fluid motion that replaced his utter stillness of just moments ago. Then his tongue touched mine and this different, unfamiliar taste was intoxicating. I suddenly wanted more, so much more, and my shyness was completely forgotten.

A nudge between my legs alerted me to his growing hardness, and knowing he wanted me was fuel to my fire. With both of us naked, there was no going slow, no stopping his cock from sliding under me. He was slick from the steam, and his sweat, and what I was now realising was my own increasing wetness. I was losing myself in it, when Rhys cleared his throat.

I turned at the sound, and looked at him from Azriel's lap. I pictured myself through his eyes- lips reddened and eyes hooded. From kissing someone else. Rhys' violet eyes danced dangerously, and for a second I thought he was going to call me back to him. But instead, he said, "Azriel, share please." Then beckoned Cassian over without moving his eyes from mine.

I had honestly forgotten about Cassian, sitting in the opposite corner. But now I turned to watch him as he stood, taller and broader than his brothers, and walked toward us.

Sometimes I got too comfortable with Cassian, and it made me think he was another regular male. Sometimes he didn't seem so big. But now he towered over us both, and when he kneeled behind me he was still a head taller than me. He spoke in my ear, his voice like bottled thunder.

"Where do you want my hands, High Lady?" He hadn't touched me yet, but I felt it right down my spine. "Everywhere," I breathed. Cassian obliged.

First, his enormous hands closed over my shoulders. He squeezed, massaging me so I became liquid beneath his touch. His fingers probed the back of my neck, and my eyes slid closed in pleasure. So like Cassian to bring me this gentle strength.

Then the hands coasted down my shoulder blades, around to curve over my stomach, and up. To cup my breasts. I thought that anyone touching me like this who wasn't Rhys would be abhorrent, but I found that I trusted Cassian absolutely. The feeling still thrilled in my chest, but it didn't scare me like I thought it might.Then my nipples were sliding between his fingers and I heard my own moan before I knew I was making it. Sweat beaded down my back, and Cassian ducked his head and licked it off my skin, up my spine. My second moan was louder.

This seemed to awaken Azriel, who leaned forward to kiss my jaw, at the same time as Cassian put his teeth on the join between my shoulder and neck. Both of them grasped and massaged with their hands, and the pleasure was everywhere. My mind started to slide in and out of clarity, accidentally relaxing my shields enough for Rhys to slip in an image of us from where he sat. The two males all over me. And Rhys watching with his cock in his hand.

Does this turn you on? I asked him hazily. His answer rumbled down the bond. Does the sight of you naked, in heat, and being worshipped, arouse me? Oh yes. Yes I'd say it does.

I turned my head to see him with my own eyes, and the sight of him stroking himself as he watched me brought my blood to the boil. My skin grew extra sensitive, and being touched all over by the other two males was suddenly almost overwhelming. My head dropped back, and then there was Cassian, his hand on the back of my neck and turning my head so he could catch my lips with his.

Cassian did not kiss like Azriel. Not soulful and sensual like the Shadowsinger, but rough and unrestrained. His mouth was on mine only a moment before teeth and tongue were clashing with my own, and at the same time his fingers fisted to scrape against my scalp and pull at my hair. One of my hands floated to touch Cassian's face, but the other clenched on Azriel's shoulder. Somewhere far away, Azriel was scratching his nails up and down my thighs, as he watched me kiss Cassian while still seated directly over his own cock.

"Feyre," Rhys' voice carried from the opposite side of the room. "I want to see you while they work you. Turn around for me."

Cassian leaned back to let me up, and I stood and turned to face Rhys. He had slipped further down the wall, more slumped than he had been, and his eyes stayed on mine as he continued to move his hand over himself.

"That's right," he said. "Show me how much you're loving this."

Azriel's hands came up from behind me and pulled me back into his lap, now facing forward. Cassian, still on his knees, put his mouth on my nipple, and his hands gripped just above my knees as he sucked and flicked his tongue. I gasped and grabbed onto Azriel's thighs as my a shudder wracked through my body- but I kept my eyes locked on Rhys, and the hand that was now speeding up between his legs.

Now Azriel was moving. His lips meandered from my shoulder across and up my throat, and his hands... his hands were sneaking across my waist with gently, stroking fingers. Under my breasts, still beneath Cassian's busy mouth. Down my sides. Over my belly. Lower. He squeezed my hips once before his fingertips drifted between my thighs. The light pressure on my clit had my head dropping back and my knees falling open.

Look at me. The demand flashed through my mind. I pulled my head up, so heavy now that Azriel's fingers were moving. That's it, Rhys said, gentle again. Just keep those gorgeous eyes on me.

So I stared into the bottomless violet, even as my focus faded in and out with the steady, rocking rhythm Azriel was making. The same rhythm Rhys kept with his own hand. The realisation brought a gush of wetness between my legs, and Azriel moaned softly behind me as his fingers slid through it.

Cassian stood then, and his hips were level with my face. He brought his cock into his hand, and now the tip was at my lips. For a moment I just stared. Cassian was thicker than Azriel, in every part of his body, it seemed. There was something intimidating about it but also... very sexy as well. I opened my mouth, and Cassian placed the head of himself on my tongue.

Cassian's groan was deep and rolling, as he slid up and down. I closed my mouth over him and sucked as he pulled out, and then moved forward to take him as deep in as I could. Cassian's eyes closed as his hand slid around the back of my neck, and as I started to speed my pace, Azriel matched it with the movements of his hand on my clit. My moan was muffled in my full mouth.

Then Rhys coughed, and we all paused. Azriel was the first to move, standing up so I was pushed off his lap, and then turning me to the side before dropping to the floor behind me. Cassian took a step to the side too, and now Rhys' view of me was unobstructed once more. I resumed my work on Cassian, concentrating on breathing through my nose and flicking my tongue over his head.

It meant I was distracted, and taken by surprise when Azriel put his hands on my ass and licked right up the core of me from behind.

I pitched forward, grabbing onto Cassian's hips for stability, and choking slightly as his cock was pushed further back into my throat. I had to take him out of my mouth, and just brace against him for a moment as Azriel continued to slide his tongue into me, and stars burst before my eyes. Then Cassian was tapping his cock against my lips and I opened for him. I eased myself back and forth, pumping Cassian in my mouth but also rocking against Azriel's tongue. Cassian's head lolled back, and his fingers slid back into my hair. I opened my eyes, and looked sideways at Rhys.

It was too much. Azriel's mouth building me up. Cassian filling me with the thickness of him. Rhys staring right at me as his hand moved steadily up and down his beautiful hardness. The four of us, moving together, slicked with heat and sweat and sex.

My knees started to shake as I stood there, bent over, and my release started to trickle down my spine. My mouth salivated over Cassian's cock and made a dripping mess of it. But despite having much, much more than I had ever had at one time, I knew I couldn't come like this. Not without him.

Rhys, I begged silently. Rhys, please.

In what seemed like a single, fluid motion, Rhys had stood and crossed the floor toward us. Cassian and Azriel withdrew as soon as he approached, automatically deferring to their High Lord.

Rhys sat down on the floor, his back against the low wall. He pulled me into his lap, and for a minute I was relieved to be back in his arms, all of home to me. I took a deep breath, recovering slightly from the overwhelm of having the two other males all over me.

And then Rhys lifted my hips and sat me down on his hard cock.

Wet as I was from Azriel's tongue and the heat of the steam room, I came all the way down around him, and a loud, wanton sound escaped from my lips. Rhys waited for me to adjust, then started moving beneath me, and suddenly I was right on track for that orgasm. My eyes shuttered and my jaw dropped open as he thrust in and out of me. Then Cassian lay down on his stomach and sucked my clit into his mouth, and at the same time Azriel lowered his cock to my lips, not as thick but possibly longer than Cassian had been. I tried to move my head for him, but I was fast losing control of my muscles.

Rhys smoothed my hair back as he fucked up into me, and my head fell back against his chest. Since I couldn't move, Azriel started pumping himself in my mouth. Rhys' hands squeezed over my breasts, and Cassian's tongue flicked over my clit the way I had done over his head before. I was dimly aware that he had started jacking his own cock in his hand.

How does it feel, Feyre? Rhys asked silently. I could barely comprehend him. How does it feel to be fucked three times over like this? To have all these males, wanting you so badly? I tried to reply, but I couldn't even form words in my mind. All I could do was whimper down the bond, and Rhys fucked me harder. I was strung out like a taught bow, and started to seriously doubt I could survive this.

Behind me, I felt Rhys' attention shift.

"Azriel," he said, "you can come now." He slowed his hips and ground into me in circles, instead. It had me wound even tighter. "Come on her chest, Shadowsinger."

I was so caught up in my own pleasure that I was only now recognising the taste of precum on my tongue, and just as I did, Azriel pulled out, grabbed himself with his right hand and shot hot, white cream right over my breasts. It dribbled down over Rhys' fingers.

"For winning the snowball fight," Rhys said. "Congratulations."

Azriel slumped onto the bench, and watched the remaining three of us.

"And you, Feyre?" Rhys said. "Would you like to come, too?" "Yes," I babbled. "Gods yes." "Well," Rhys said to Cassian. "You heard her."

And then Rhys was kneeling up, keeping himself inside me, and pulling me up with him. Cassian had to shift upward too, and kept his tongue moving in this new position.

Now, upright but on our knees, Rhys could get an angle that meant he was that much deeper inside me. He pulled almost all the way out, then plunged in to the hilt, over and over while Cassian kept up the pace over my clit and the stubble of his chin added extra sensation as his jaw moved.

"Go on Feyre," Rhys said, breathless now. "Come for me. Come right between me and Cassian." No sooner were the words said than my climax ripped through me, the two males holding me up because there was no way I could hold myself. I shuddered hard against them, the intensity that had been threatening to ruin me this whole time finally breaking like so many ocean waves. Through the aftershocks, I watched as Cassian came jerkily in his hand without a sound.

As my body finally stopped shaking, Cassian rolled over and closed his eyes. His head rested against Azriel's foot, and although I was sure no one could fall asleep that fast, that's exactly what it looked like.

"My turn," Rhys breathed.

He let me down so I was on all fours, gripped my hips in his hands, and started pounding into me with no mercy. I thought I was spent, but my body reacted the way it always did to Rhys. I didn't see my second climax coming, but as Rhys knocked that spot inside me over and over, the orgasm hit me like a sledge hammer.

I came so hard I barely noticed Rhys coming, slamming into me from behind and breaking apart inside of me until it was running down the backs of my legs.

We dropped to the floor together, Rhys pulling me into his arms and my head onto his chest. With a glance, his magic cleaned us up and then we just lay there, breathing in the steam. My leg was draped over Cassian's, and he was indeed now asleep and snoring. Azriel was dozing off, too.

"I don't think you're supposed to fall asleep in a steam room," I said to no one in particular. I turned to look at Rhys. "Should we try to get everyone back into the cottage?"

"In a second," Rhys replied, his lips on my temple.

So I closed my eyes too, snuggled into his chest, and let the heat settle over all of us like a blanket.

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"Only in allowing her to pass..." — Hornet, The Radiance, and the means by which Hallownest turned its victims against each other

A quick note: I read Hollow Knight as an anti-colonialist text. As such I'll be touching on topics related to colonialism as it's depicted in the world of the game, and said analysis will reflect both a sympathetic take on The Radiance and a critique of The Pale King that won't pull its punches. If this sounds up your alley, hello and thank you for the read! Let us be sad about these bugs together.

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So!! A while back I realized something about pre-canon that felt rather... "curious" is one way to put it, I think. To wit: for all the effort and scheming and determination The Pale King poured into trying to get rid of The Radiance, neither of his plans involved directly killing her.

Was that his long game? Well, sure, that seems clear enough. His tack changed from luring the moths away from their god and creator to a more literal form of incarceration once the infection became a factor, but at its core the end goal never really changed—The Pale King very sincerely wished to destroy Radiance via obsolescence. The Seer lends us foreshadowing to confirm as much:

[Image descriptions: Two screenshots from Hollow Knight, showing the Seer and Ghost in the Seer's alcove at the Resting Grounds. Across both screenshots, the Seer tells Ghost the following: "None of us can live forever, and so we ask those who survive to remember us. Hold something in your mind and it lives on with you, but forget it and you seal it away forever. That is the only death that matters." End description.]

(Which, by the way and given the context, talk about an extremely unsubtle allusion to cultural genocide huh!!! Whew.)

In any case, we're left with a whole bunch of machinations which build up to... well, two very roundabout attempts at committing deicide. That's kind of weird, all things considered! Why not just do the deed in one fell swoop and get it over with?

This could be for any number of reasons. Maybe the king was devoid of the means to instantly kill another higher being. Maybe his personal sense of scruples stopped him short of signing off on MURDER murder (although, y'know, the aforementioned genocide + eternal imprisonment = still cool and copasectic apparently!). Maybe the long drawn-out cruelty was the point. Maybe the idea of playing fuckign 4D chess with the circumstances was too delicious for him to pass up—that man did love to tinker and stick his claws where they sure as hell didn't belong—or maybe it was a little bit of All The Things. Who knows!!

But interrogating The Pale King's methodology on this count isn't what I'm here for, at least not really. The main reason I raise this question at all is that in her own way, Hornet did too.

"I'd urge you to take that harder path... "

See, going by The Pale King's actions and what The White Lady explicitly says, they both foresaw two outcomes wrt the infection: it can be allowed to spread, or it can be contained. At Teacher's Archives, Quirrel acknowledges the fact that Ghost is expected to do... something about this, but he doesn't elaborate on what HE thinks that's supposed to be apart from the obvious "Gotta bust into Black Egg Temple first". Hornet is the one person who presents to us—to Ghost—what's framed as a third option: confront and destroy the infection at its source.

And she doesn't bring it up like it's just another tactic for Ghost to consider, prim and indifferent to what they would do. She nudges them towards it, actively, up to the point where she throws herself into the fray against Hollow at a juncture that's uniquely dangerous to her and her alone just to make that option feasible.

Even when she's couching it in disclaimers that this is still Ghost's decision to make (and let's be fair, she's extremely not wrong about that lol), no one can pretend Hornet is unbiased. It's obvious in that buttoned-down Hornet kind of way that she is way the hell done with the increasingly tenuous stalemate that's kept Hallownest's desiccated corpse from collapsing in on itself. Personally it's hard for me not to read some Toriel Undertale-esque "My father was too entrenched in his own foolishness to pursue any course of action that would have DEFINITIVELY ended this" shade into her stance here, regardless of whether that's strictly true in canon.

And that bit—Hornet's hopes for an end to Hallownest's stasis, moreover her grim calculation of what needs to be done to get there—that's the bit I find super interesting but likewise tragic and depressing as shit, on multiple levels. In no small part because a) canon itself gestures towards Hornet feeling conflicted about the very plan she's pushing, and moreover b) she has at least two (2) damn good reasons to feel that way.

So, what do I mean by that? Let's look here first:

[Image description: A screenshot from Hollow Knight, of Hornet and Ghost inside the Temple of the Black Egg, standing in front of the unsealed egg itself. Hornet has been struck by the Dream Nail and her dialogue is displayed as follows: "... Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?" End description.]

As the curtain is about to drop on things one way or another, Hornet thinks,

... Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?

Now, looking at that last bit it's easy to go "Oh no, Hornet's worried that Ghost won't survive killing The Radiance!" And I do think that's part of it: Hornet is, categorically, not her father. By endgame it's clear she's not content to view her Void-borne siblings as tools to be used then disposed of. She's also well aware that as a healthy autonomous Vessel amongst the countless dead, Ghost is the only person left alive who has a fighting chance against The Radiance. Knowing someone is the only qualified candidate for the job doesn't make encouraging them to embrace a probable death sentence any less of a bitter pill to swallow, though. And odds are on that this sentiment extends to Hollow too, who IS going to die no matter what happens here. To put it bluntly, it's more than reasonable to conclude that Hornet hates the absolute fuck out of this.

But I don't think that's all there is to it either. Remember what I said earlier about The Pale King's bids for genocide? Well, it's not like the man deigned to limit his efforts to just the moth tribe.

"We do not choose our mothers... "

On top of everything else—an infected Hallownest being all she's ever known, the fact that she only exists because of the infection, the list goes on—Hornet has spent her life wedged into a position that's been uncomfortable and terminally unglamorous at best: she is both a daughter of her father's kingdom and of Deepnest.

Deepnest, which like the moths and many others was here long before the wyrm and his lady wife swanned onto the scene and the God Become Bug laid claim to everything the Light touched plus a considerable amount of change. THAT Deepnest, which has fought claw and thread to retain its sovereignty against same-said settler king, and for which Herrah not only surrendered her life but also agreed to bed her worst enemy, all in hopes of securing a viable future for her people (put a pin in that last part by the way, I'll come back to it soon).

Two Worlds, One Family (Ft. An Indigenous Woman Trying Her Damndest To Work With What She's Got Versus An Imperialist Who Only Signed Up For This Because He Needed The Political Favor THAT Badly, So It's The Height Of Dysfunctional Actually). Fun times!!!!

The baggage this entails for Hornet is gnarly enough without implications made by The White Lady and the pre-canon timeline of events and even Team Cherry's dev notes that the king may well have looked at baby Hornet, gone "YOINK", then ensured she spent the lion's share of her childhood reared within the pearly auspices of his Pale Court*. That would be rather advantageous for Him Specifically after all, the potential to mold a born foe into a future ally and even have her trained in combat under the same tutelage as her doomed sibling. And far be it from him to stop a grown Hornet—his own flesh and blood too!—from making Deepnest her forever home if she so pleased. He totally wouldn't be reneging on his "fair bargain made" by doing this one simple thing until Hornet came of age, not t e c h nic c a l l y.

If that is indeed the case, there's a non-zero chance Hornet's formative years were a hot mess of cultural alienation and being a good deal more privy than most to just how much of a bastard her father could be. There's an equally non-zero chance that at some point she stood or sat within earshot as The Pale King finally, finally dropped all pretense and euphemism to name the Light for precisely what (for who) it was.

See, in conjunction with the question that started this whole dang train of thought I've been asking this one too: Does Hornet know? When she speaks of confronting "the heart of [the] infection" does she know she's talking about not just a literal person but someone very specific? The Radiance, who god though she may be shares skin in the game alongside Hornet as a native woman screwed over by the same settler king, likewise deprived of her kin and saddled with a life gone horrendously pear-shaped?

I'll assume for the sake of exploring the possibility and because I think it's a likely one anyway that yes, Hornet does know. She knows, and despite everything can't help empathizing. She might even look at Radiance and see bits and pieces both reflected and slightly inversed in her own mother: Radiance was forced to the sidelines while her people—her children, the brood she was meant to lead and care for—died out under The Pale King's rule, and it's no stretch to assume she's at least as upset about that as she has been about everything else; Herrah too took drastic measures for her people's sake, trying to head off annihilation by relegating herself to the sidelines in an act that was as much calculated risk as an attempt to find wiggle room and leverage in the face of a nasty proposition.

A calculated risk that, if things continue as they are, might well amount to nothing as the rest of Deepnest gets eaten alive by the infection. It survived The Pale King's advances for so so long, only to fall here. Herrah's sacrifice would be for naught; the other tribes—themselves the king's victims—would keep succumbing to the infection too.

And this is where things fall apart.

"... or the circumstance into which we are born."

Let's be clear: I think Hornet is wise enough to know what's what here, that all the carnage and suffering falls on her father's head for starting this slow-motion trainwreck in the first place. Hallownest wasn't always Hallownest. This domain was Radiance's home first, along with many others. It was the worm-turned-king who rolled up on the scene unsolicited and decided this was a ""'problem""" that had to be """solved""".

But the fact of the matter is that he's gone and The Radiance is here, raging, seemingly inconsolable. Above and beyond being Deepnest's rightful heir, Hornet isn't in a position to countenance more splash damage even if the grief and fury fueling it makes perfect sense. She can understand without ever bringing herself to love Radiance, and she can bend her knee to practicality even if she hates the everloving shit out of it because the fact that it "has" to end this way isn't fair.

This lends itself to one last awful conclusion: that Hornet has probably considered and (rightly or wrongly) discarded the possibility that Radiance can be saved, at least not without dragging more collateral along for the ride. If even her mother and every other enemy to the king seemed to dismiss talking Radiance down as an option way back when... well. Why should Hornet hope for any better after things have escalated so far?

Again, it's practical. A practical net good is what Hornet strives for. And again, it fucking sucks.

For extra tragedy points, this makes Hornet's extended crypticness around Ghost followed by her last minute casting about for a reason to tell them "Wait, don't; not just yet" that she never voices even more of a gut punch. She can't bring herself to burden Ghost with the context that haunts her so, least of all when it might weaken their resolve to go through with what (she thinks) needs doing.

It's the "same song, different verse" which led to the mantis tribe and Deepnest being pitted against each other: Hallownest rigged the game so that two women who could have been powerful allies—who have a mutual vested interest in driving out settler rule—wound up poised as enemies instead. And how awful is that? The king for all his being extremely fucking dead still gets the last laugh, because outside of a miracle the game never manifests Hornet can salvage what her mother started and look forward to a future where Deepnest pulls itself back from the brink if and only if The Radiance dies.

Resolution comes at the price of a completed genocide. Add two more dead siblings to the unconscionable pile thereof, while we're at it. That's what it boils down to whether or not Hornet can bear to articulate it as such, and there's no grace or even a properly bittersweet ending to wring from this clusterfuck. And that is rough.

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* This has been better explained elsewhere, but a quick rundown: The White Lady tells Ghost that Hornet and Herrah "were permitted little time together." On its surface this can be taken to mean that Hornet was still very young when Herrah was shipped off to Eternal Dreamland—except this doesn't jive with the fact that we meet Hornet as an adult. If the stasis kicked in once the Dreamers went to their rest, which in turn halted the aging process for every living bug in Hallownest, AND before all this Hornet experienced little by the way of quality time with her birth mother... I think you can see where I'm going with this.

To top it off we've got Team Cherry weighing in ominously from their dev notes on Herrah: "As part of the agreement for her alliance and her role as a dreamer, King gave her a child (Hornet). Was she allowed to keep this child or was she taken away?" This isn't confirmation by itself of course, but given additional canon details (see above): Can I get a "yikes" in the chat fellas.

#hollow knight #hornet (hollow knight)#hornet hollow knight #hk hornet #the radiance #hk radiance #herrah #hk herrah #hollow knight meta #sup folks it's been a minute since i dropped a whole dang essay but Here We Go!!!!!!

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