#it's like the reverse fae lol

[evo-is-obsessed]

A deaf person gave me a sign name today!!!! Wooooaaahhhhh!!! It's the first letter of my name and the sign for "draw" because im always drawing ig lol

[void-thegod]

This is what I imagine will happen to me, when I finally give up on being human (in my deepest heart)

But with cats 👉🏽😎👉🏽

You always got strange looks whenever you fed the neighborhood ravens. “I give them food, they give me company,” you’d say. One day, a raven excitedly comes up to you and whispers, “A neighbor plots against you, my lord.”

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

EXCUSE ME??? REVERSE AUS??? YOU R A GENIUS!!! And they still fit each guy so well? Like look at Gaz and tell me that man does not look fae as fuck? And all the others fit nicely but that one stuck out to me immediately as "yes this makes perfect sense." I'm so excited you have no idea😍

Lol - 100%

Like, look at those eyes and tell me they're not full of magic

They shimmer

[rosanna-writer]

Hello again gorgeous, Secret Santa calling! 💖📞✨️

Hope your day is going well. Are you doing good? I love our talks.

But darling, I MUST know - what are some of your favourite fanfic tropes, especially when it comes to our dear Feysand? Any favourite fic recommendations? I'm chomping at the bit to know.

Until tomorrow, lovely.

- Secret Santa 🎅😘✏️

HELLO MY DEAR I'M GOOD HOW ARE YOU

Favorite tropes: canon divergence, role-reversal, shifters and monsters, all the goofy "what if you can't see color until you meet your soulmate"/"first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your body"/etc soulmate AUs, "missing scene" fics

OK SO FEYSAND FIC RECS TIME TO GUSH THE REAL GIFT IS TALKING ABOUT THESE FICS

Poltergeist Darling by @thesistersarcheron is the spooky gothic romance AU that speaks directly to my inner 12 year old self who just discovered Phantom of the Opera and had her entire world changed

You know when you're like "damn, that's a great idea for a fic, I hope someone writes it so I can read it"? That was me with The Thief and the Rake, I swear @popjunkie42 is living in my brain or something (and I know @annaskareninas ALSO has one that's in the tbr list I'm slowly making my way through!)

Tempt My Trouble by @whatishowedyouinthedark because come for the smut (lol pun unintended), stay for the caretaking and art museum heists. Also the scattering of little canon details in a modern mafia AU is just so clever and fun

Queen of Thieves by @the-lonelybarricade because I love AUs where Feyre is born fae but also this might be the hottest Rhys she's ever written??? I still think about that scene where Feyre falls asleep on Rhys's lap after dinner

And speaking of born fae AUs, To Steal A Bride of Spring by @yourstarsmyscars is another favorite of mine, with Feyre knowing a bit more about what's going on than ACOMAF, this is just one of those warm and fuzzy, "what if they didn't have to be so mean to each other?" fics that are so soothing to read

@foundress0fnothing is a legend for making the Pied Piper hot in whistles far and wee like the flute is such a deeply unsexy instrument it should not work but she's a witch and the fic is so good and Rhys is seductive af!!!!

Your Eyes Whisper Have We Met literally has EVERYTHING you could possibly ask for in a feysand fic. @climbthemountain2020 is serving swoony regency balls and dream conversations and fun OCs and Under the Mountain suspense, she is doing it ALL, it's insane just go read it

I re-read Spirit in Disguise by @witch-and-her-witcher the other day, and it's another one of those "huh I wish someone would write this AU, OH LOOK SOMEONE DID" fics because damn do I love anything where Feyre meets Rhys before he's High Lord, and all the worldbuilding and the way the plot just dovetails to seamlessly with the main Nessian fic it branches off from are so, so good

Hot for Teacher by @beesays goes SO HARD on the school setting, it's just delightful. The emails, the gossip, Feyre handing Superintendent Rhys his ass in front of everyone, it's like Abbott Elementary but better and also Feysand

There are a ton I'm probably forgetting, but I'm so bad about actually bookmarking things so I'll stop here so my night doesn't devolve into tracking down fics I only remember the plot of but not the title or the author!

everyone go leave all these authors nice comments on their fics!!!

[olympeline]

When it comes to FrUK, I tend to be meaner to Arthur. So let’s switch things up and be mean to Francis for a change! For equality 😘

Picture, Francis: country of love and romance, who teases, charms, flirts, presses kisses to hands, and whispers sweet nothings, but never goes further. Never starts relationships and gently pushes away anyone who tries. He doesn’t want to because he’s been in love for centuries. With, of course, his eternal rival across the channel. It started with Arthur having a one-sided crush on Francis when they were kids, but then they grew up and the interest reversed. Now it’s Francis pining over Arthur who seems to feel nothing but contempt for him. Which is shitty for Francis in many ways but sucks extra hard because Arthur is well into his Perfidious Albion persona by this point.

Unlike Francis, who flirts but won’t ever go further than kisses, Arthur is free loving all over everyone like a rash. Perfidious can translate as “faithless” and yep, thaaaat’s Arthur: kind of a ho, lol. He’ll go with anyone, and I mean anyone. Nation-people, humans, fae, anyone who shows interest. Anyone, that is, except his eternal rival across the channel. Francis pretends not to care when the other nations gossip about Arthur’s latest conquests, but inside he cares. A lot. But what can he do? Arthur hates him more than anything. He never responds to Francis’s flirting with anything other than aggression. Francis and Francis alone can’t get the time of day from Europe’s erotic ambassador, much less get into his pants. Crushing. Arthur must hate him so much. Francis belives this wholeheartedly and has resigned himself to a life alone. Playing the role of Arthur’s enemy. If he can’t have the man he’s in love with, then he doesn’t want anyone else. If for no other reason than Francis is kindhearted when it comes to love. It wouldn’t be fair to doom a partner to a life of eternal second best.

This goes on for centuries. Arthur collects notches from anything that moves, Francis puts on a flippant front but pines away inside. Then, one day, Arthur gets really drunk at a bar in France. Francis is called to come get him and he drags Arthur back to his home in Paris. Arthur is depressed about something and drunker than usual. Francis tries to make him lie down and sleep it off, only to get the shock of his life when Arthur lunges up and attempts to kiss him. Then spills his guts and tells Francis that he’s in love with him. Him and only him. Truly, madly, deeply. He never stopped being in love with Francis, actually. Arthur - pessimist he is - ached but gave up on Francis early. Thought that Francis’s flirting didn’t mean anything because Francis flirted with everyone only to never let them get close. Francis broke Arthur’s heart when they were kids, though he didn’t realise it at the time. So Arthur kept him at arms length ever since and tried to fill the void with meaningless sex.

Francis is…well, he just got the shock of the millennium. Arthur passes out while he’s still trying to take it in. Then the penny drops and Francis is ecstatic and melodramatic and happy crying everywhere because his feelings are returned! His broken heart healed! It’s a miracle! Now he and Arthur can be together at last. Seems great, right? But wait, wasn’t this post supposed to be mean to Francis? Hehe, we’re not done yet, dear reader.

When Arthur wakes up the next day, he’s forgotten everything. Forgotten the kiss, forgotten his entire confession. A night’s worth of memories dissolved away to nothing in cheap French wine. Not only that, he realises where he is and jumps out the window in spite of his hangover. Escaping while Francis is distracted cooking them the best breakfast he’s ever made. So poor Francis got the confession he always longed for and thought was impossible…and it’s immediately meaningless. Francis now knows Arthur loves him back (he’s nothing but totally honest when he’s that drunk) but good luck getting Arthur to admit it. He’s spun himself a nice, comfy little web of denial over the last few centuries. Francis making crazy claims about love confessions and telling Arthur he loves him back is just more dirty tactics from an enemy trying to throw him off balance. Riiiight? Well, Arthur Bloody Kirkland won’t fall for it! Not a chance!

Francis: It’s the truth, Angleterre! You told me you love me!

Arthur: Fuck you, frog! I would never! *Flounces off to have pirate sex with Antonio*

Francis: *Internal screaming*

They get a happy ending eventually

[hmshermitcraft]

For weekly theme: Back from the dead

Yet again not that shippy lol but I wanted to write something so here we go!

Scar and Cub first met by incident. A little cosmic cat led the world-hopping scientist to Scar’s barren zombie-ridden home world, and from there they escaped and made their way to a new kingdom.

The thing is, they were both dying.

Scar had taken more than his namesake from his home and the Withering was spreading. It became harder to move, fatigue, pain, and weight loss persisted after respawn eating away permanently at the body and soul. Cub meanwhile had been cursed with rapid aging. Most human Players can live for centuries, but his timespan was quickly dwindling. The young adult who first met Scar had gone mostly grey by the time they joined the Hermits.

It was the Vex that saved them both. They spent the years researching and looking for cures and trying desperately to help. It was comforting in a way, knowing your closest friend is also doomed. With mere months left for both of them, they found out the ones whose servant cursed Cub in the first place, the Vex.

The process of joining an order of sinister trickster Fae is painful, it requires one to give up their soul as sacrifice for their magic, to be destroyed in the ritual as the vessel is prepared to host its newfound power. But to two dying humans, the deal struck was nothing but a blessing.

They signed the same pact, swore themselves eternally to the Vex, and attained postmortality.

The Vex’s magic could reverse Cub’s curse, but the Withering was far deeper. Its spread could be stopped, but the permanent damage remained, Scar would always be left with the aftermath of the infection. Although magic could help with his outward mobility and the like.

Nobody’s entirely sure if Cub and Scar were the same people afterwards. They say they are, but it’s hard to believe that from a being with consciousness but no soul. Regardless, neither regrets the deal made.

Not in the slightest.

In the end only Cub and Scar can truly understand each other on a deeper level. They love the hermits, but there is a certain bond that only they share. A price was made but it's one they made together, and now they get to "live" out the rest of that together.

[separatist-apologist]

Hi MB! Basically there was another anon who floated the idea of Human!Rhys and High Lady Fae!Feyre roleswap to SVDG and how Rhys would be the only 19-year-old who could ever get away with being called "daddy", lol. And it got me thinking that I'd seen that concept before and then I remember it was your fic with LB! So I brought it up for the other anon to read, and encouraged SVDG to pursue writing the concept as well.

(also, I know it hasn't been officially confirmed that Feyre is High Fae in TOSOTA, but.....foreshadowing exists for a reason, amirite?)

You forgot because I refuse to update hahaha. Its my chapters and I have written maybe five entire words. Anyway I'm glad you suggested it!! And I think role reversals are fun! I think I did fae Elain x human Lucien once like the concept is fun to explore.

As for your foreshadowing comment- if I ever get my shit together, I suppose we'll see 👀

[crybaby-bkg]

Under Wicked Charm

Dabi x f!reader

Warnings: smut, no quirks, demon sex, incubus Dabi, succubus reader, blood kink/play, dom/sub undertones (sub leaning Dabi), reverse cowgirl, deep throating, cunnilingus, dick piercing (ofc), aphrodisiacs, 69 position, implied age gap, unprotected sex, mentions of wings tail and horns, a bit of praise, creampies, brief mention of pregnancy. please let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 4.8k

Notes: I’m so not used to writing a dom top but I’m TRYING okay lmfao I love reading it but don’t write it enough but how will I get better if I don’t write it more!!!! also this has been on my ao3 for a while I just got lazy uploading it here lol but pls enjoy!!

Minors/blank/ageless blogs DNI!

also available on ao3!

The bar is darkly lit, a strobe effect being casted upon a crowd of people, drunk and high alike. It feels like everyone has been dancing for hours; feet sore, legs cramped, but somehow unable to stop themselves from grinding and groping, singing and screeching, until they drop. 

They don’t know that this is a club for the otherworldly. 

The fairies in the corner all snicker at the people who complain of the aches and pains, going round and round in circles, despite the stabbing pain they must feel in their toes. Dabi is all too familiar with it, after pissing a fae off once when he ghosted her. He can only imagine how the humans feel, being forced to dance this macabre number until they pass out from exhaustion. 

When that bores him, Dabi turns away from the crowd, rests on the bar in front of him. He whistles at the bartender, a witch who knows him all too well and the good stuff that he likes mixed in with his drinks. She nods to him before fixing it, and he catches her dumping something from one of her little vials into his drink, the black fume wallowing up and around her arm before she shakes it away, mixing it all in with a red straw. 

“You remembered,” He nods his head to her with a teasing grin, watches how she rolls her eyes as she pushes his drink over for him to catch. 

“And you never remember to pay your tab.” She quips back, but she can’t help the proud smile on her face when he downs half of it in one sip, groaning when he finally pulls the rim away from his wet lips. He licks the moisture away, before glancing up at her from under dark lashes. 

“What’s a tab again?” Dabi asks playfully, slinking away into the dance floor as she hollers for him to stop playing stupid when already is. He can’t help but snicker under his breath, sipping at his drink as he makes his way through the crowds of people until he finds the steps that lead up to the higher level, where the VIP sections are. He nods his head at Shigaraki, who sits in his section with his feet up and his phone in his hand, and instead of sitting with the boring fuckin’ crowd, Dabi leans on the railing that overlooks the lower section. 

He needs his meal for tonight. He’s gone a couple of days without feeding, mainly because he just didn’t feel like the hunt. It can become tiresome having to look for a potential meal; find someone suitable, desperate enough, flirting with them, convince them to take him home, screw them into their bedsheets, and flee before they could even wake up. He would much rather come in the night when someone is sleeping, but that proves to be a lot of work, too. 

So he looks into the crowd, ignoring the otherworldly people who want to spend a night with an incubus. His charm isn’t even as strong on them, so he doesn’t understand the hype of it all, plus he can’t even feed as well on them, so its really just a waste of time. 

But then, Dabi locks eyes with you. You’re in the middle of the dance floor, body turned, chin held up, as you stare at him from where he leans on the railing above. His eyebrows jump up in surprise, before he neutralizes his expression quickly. You were staring at him with such an intense look, he wondered if you were somehow other-kin that he hadn’t seen before. But you seem human for the most part, with a devilish little grin and tits to die for in your small top. 

Okay, color him intrigued. 

You dance amongst the people, although you don’t seem to be under the same spell as the people that the fae are fucking with. Your moves are sultry, all smooth and sweet and dripping sin off of your swaying hips like a leaky faucet. Dabi feels hypnotized, in a sense, as he watches you, taking another sip from his drink as he doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you. When you see his bright cerulean eyes drag up and down your body slowly, you grin even wider, and he fears he might see canines too sharp for a human mouth. But the imagery is gone before he can clock it, and he blames it on the potion that witch put in his drink. 

Dabi crooks his fingers at you, signaling for you to come to where he’s at, and you cock your head at him in response, a teasing little quirk of your eyebrow directed at him. He points to the stairs below, and feels a shiver rack up his spine with how you lazily drag your eyes from his face, to his hand, to the stairs, and back at his face. 

What the fuck is up with you, and why the fuck are you making him feel like this? Are you human? You look like it for the most part, but something about your allure makes him think that he’s in troubled waters and you’re the alligator ready to lock him tight inside your maw. 

Dabi blinks, and you’re gone. He doesn’t see you anywhere on the dance floor or the steps, and he wonders if he somehow scared you off. But then you tap at his shoulder blade, and it makes his head whip around faster than he thought it could. 

You’re even prettier up close. Your makeup is done up in such a way that your eyes look sharp, all shadowed depths creating dimensions that he feels like he might get lost in, your lips a deep plum color, your bottom lip just waiting to be bitten. 

“You ask me to come up here just to stare at me? I would’ve figured you had better game than this, Dabi.” Your voice is a low sultry tone, quiet despite the loud roars of the speakers in the club and—wait, how did you know his name? Dabi quirks a surprised eyebrow at you, pausing where he went to reach out for you, hand resting midair as he takes you in. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You couldn’t have been one of the humans he’s bedded once before; he would remember such an addicting face and voice if he did. You only shrug at him, saddling up to where he was leaning against the railing as now its your turn to overlook the people below. He watches you, follows your movements until your shoulders brush against each others, breath sucking in at the electrical zap that pulses through his body when his flesh skims yours. 

“You don’t know me, but I know you.” You flirt, winking at him and bumping him a little when he can’t take his eyes off of you. Dabi straightens out, clearing his throat a little as he tries to wrack his brain for every encounter he’s ever had where he could’ve seen you before. It’s rare someone knows him and he doesn’t know them in return, as being one who gets around due to his ‘line of work’. You baffle him, and you can tell how much the gears in his head are turning through the concentrated look that has fallen on his face. 

“Nice to formally meet you.” You tell him your name, reaching your hand out for Dabi to shake. He glances at it, and then your face, before he finally takes your hand in his own, squeezing the softness of your palm. He’d love to feel that wrapped around his dick tonight. 

“Tell me; what crazy fucking story have you heard about me to know me?” Dabi asks you, still holding onto your hand, now rubbing the backs of your knuckles with his thumb. Through the contact, he can start to release his pheromones, the shit that drives you humans crazy. While you won’t be able to smell it as much in the heady atmosphere of the club, it’ll sink into your skin, glide through your system until you feel high on the attention from him. And then after that—you’ll be wrapped around his finger and bouncing on his dick in no time. 

You go on speaking to each other for a while, flirtatious banter being exchanged between the two of you. You get closer throughout the night, from Dabi caressing your hand, to your own grazing the hair at his nape, to his chest pressed against yours, to your thigh straddling one of his as you press against each other. He thinks his charm has worked finally, if that hazy look in your eyes has anything to say about it. 

“Wanna get outta here?” Dabi asks you, his head tilted toward your own, his nose brushing against yours. Both of your arms are wrapped around his neck as you slowly sway to the beat, your hips grinding occasionally on his knee slotted in between your thighs. You nod, biting at your bottom lip, the lipstick you have on seemingly never budging and he makes it his mission tonight to smear it all over your face with his thumb and tip. 

“My place or yours?” You whisper to the air between your mouths, his hovering over yours, teasingly so. Dabi grins at that, warm hands squeezing once, twice at your hips. 

“Whatever’s closer.”

..

You come stumbling into your loft before you know it, clothes flying every which way. His boots are kicked off, and you still have a heel resting haphazardly on your ankle. His shirt rides up to his collarbones, and yours is somewhere left in a trail on the floor. You two can’t even make it to your bed, falling on the couch as Dabi pulls you on top of him, his hands gravitating instantly to your ass. He kneads the flesh in his hands, groaning under his breath when you start to rock your hips to no rhythm in particular, gasping inside of his mouth. 

You’re so intoxicating, so addicting, Dabi almost forgets that he’s the one in charge, that you’re the one under his spell, and not the other way around. It’s hard to remember that though, when his head starts to feel foggy and his limbs start to get too loose for him to not panic. 

Did you drug him? Even if you did, it would’ve burned through his body quicker than it would’ve dissolved in his drink. So why does he feel like this? Why does he feel like he’s the one under his own charm, like he’s a desperate bitch in heat that just wants to cum?

“What did you do to me?” Dabi asks groggily, laying his head down on a throw pillow behind him, disconnecting from your sweet mouth as he groans. He squeezes his eyes shut, starting to freak out internally, as an evil little giggle from you starts to float around the room. He doesn’t see the change happening in front of him, right on his lap, and only snaps his eyes open when your tone is way too devilish than any human should be. 

“Oh, little fledgeling, you have so much learning to do.” You purr to him, grinning, waving at him with sharp, black tipped, taloned fingers. 

What. The. Absolute Fuck?

“You’re a—a succubus?” Dabi asks, groaning again and clutching his sides when something pulses through him, something so strong and unwavering, that he has to shift his hips around to make sure he didn’t just cum on himself untouched. Your laugh floats throughout the room as you start rocking your hips against his, ignoring his almost pained groaned as you tilt your head back. 

“I’m a greater succubus, little fledgeling. Older than you could even comprehend.” You moan sweetly, taloned fingers starting to massage your tits from overtop your lacy bra. Dabi can only sit back and watch, dazed and confused and entirely too turned on to function as he takes all of you in. 

Your smile is wide, canines sharp and wicked where they rest just a few centimeter down from your bottom lip. Your irises an unnatural crimson, like stained blood, black horns twisting and twirling from your temples, tipped a dark purple like the stain on your lips. Your skin seems to have some glow underneath, a pulsing rhythm that correlates with the way you grind your hips into his, wings that span as wide as the room flapping and twitching with every little hiccuped gasp that comes up from his throat. They’re leathery and dark, just like the swishing, evil little forked tail that shoots out in front of Dabi’s nose, only to slyly trace the outline of his face, almost lovingly. 

You’re a sight that he’s never witnessed before, and for some reason, he feels blessed to have fallen under the trap of a greater succubus. 

“Why so shy now?” You ask him with a pout, leaning forward until your breast rests against his chest, nose to nose with him, your tail now rubbing the hairs on his eyebrows. Dabi sucks in a shaky breath, trying to regain his composure, the control he never actually had, and swallows thickly. 

“How did you disguise yourself so well?” He mutters, biting back a moan when you suck on the sensitive part under his jaw, hips still a slow rock on top of him. “We can always tell when someone is—when another one of us are—”

His brain is completely fried at the moment. Finds it hard to think, see, hear, and breathe with the way you tongue and nibble at his neck, with the way you put more pressure down on his pelvis with your own weight. He can feel his cock spurt against his thigh, fears he might cum without even directly touching you—but this was why he could never sleep with another succubus, especially not a greater one. 

You things were downright heathens, all tantalizing, all sweet and devilish little smiles, luring people in until you caught them with the honeyed trap between your thighs. But you—you were different. You were sin in and of itself, and Dabi doesn’t think that he could ever be a match for you. 

“That’s the power of being greater. I can disguise myself from anyone that I please, and I wanted to have just a bit of fun with my meal first.” He can hear the bite in your voice, the eery laughter bubbling up from your throat as you trace sharp canines against the flesh of his throat, threatening to bite. Dabi feels himself swallowing thickly before he can stop it, and you outright laugh at him as you sit up. 

“Now, are you gonna be a good boy and let me eat you?” You ask him breathily, tracing a sharp talon up his chest, grinning when he hisses at the trail of black blood you leave on his torso. Dabi glances at the trail, before meeting your blood red eyes, licking his lips as he nods slowly, gripping your hips tightly in his hands. 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Dabi mutters to you, eyes now solely focused on the way your skirt rides up as you sit in his lap. But you demand his full and complete attention, talons gripping his cheeks to make him look you in the eye, as the other hand trails ribbons of black blood down the other side of his stomach. 

“Beg for it.” You demand of him, licking sweetly at the seam of his mouth and pulling away when his tongue darts out to greet yours. “Beg for me to fuck you, fledgeling.”

Dabi downright moans at the tone, at the authority laying in your voice. He’s always been the one in charge, always took control with the little humans he would charm. But you, you’re all power and control and commandment, and he can’t help but fall pray to a demon older than his own ancestors. 

“Fuck me.” Dabi spits at you, letting his own claws extend as he digs them into the skin of your thighs. You glance back at them, chuckling at the little beads of blood that he spills from you, gripping his face harder at the sheer audacity he could have with you. 

“Attitude, I see. A stubborn one.” You muse, turning his face to the side to lick up the blood that you’ve squeezed out from his cheek under your talon. Dabi hisses at the contact, and you can smell his pheromones trying to take over the aroma in the room. How cute, he’s trying so hard to be in control. 

You couldn’t wait to ruin him. 

You pull back quickly, hands reaching down quickly to shred him of his jeans, a big pile of his clothes and your own making a mess of the couch and floor. Dabi can’t even keep up with how quickly you work, your tail flickering out to knick at his boxers, entirely too close to his dick when you expose him. He hisses, before holding his breath when the forked tip of it hovers menacingly over his mushroomed head, sitting up on his elbows as he gets ready to throw you off of him. 

“Scared?” You tease with a smile, watching how his low cerulean eyes narrow at you when your tail soothes over the precum dripping down his shaft, so fake innocent. You knick the side of your panties until they fall into a heap in his naked lap, grinning when his eyes immediately zone in on how your sticky lips split open when you sit on his shaft. 

“Does your pussy have teeth? That would scare me,” Dabi snips at you, his voice low as he grips your hips to start making you grind along his shaft, this time with no barriers in between. But you scoff at him, digging your nails into his hand until he releases you with a hiss, quickly maneuvering your body until your ass is in his face and his cock is in yours. 

“Shut up, and put my pussy in your mouth already.” You throw over your shoulder with a little huff, giving him no time to process the beauty in front of him before you lick a long stripe down from his tip to his balls. Dabi groans hoarsely, head thrown back as he holds onto your ass for dear life. 

“Y’don’t have to keep using your charm on me,” He mutters, damn near miserable with how hard his cock is throbbing in your warm hands. But you only chuckle at him, waving your ass in his face for him to get to work already, as you dip your tongue in his cockhole. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” You ask him in a hum, mouthing at his tip before you suck his mushroom head in your hot mouth. Dabi hisses, holding your cheeks open until he’s greeted by the pretty sight of your sticky lips and twitching hole and cute rim. His eyes go low as he sniffs in the pheromones that drip onto his chest, mingling with the blood that slowly evaporates from his skin, your essence dripping and mingling into his very being. 

“Because I already want you.” Dabi mutters, shoving his face between your cheeks and holding them closed until they swallow his head. He licks at you, feverishly, feeling your charm overtaking him more and more as he’s engulfed in where the scent is strongest. He can’t stop his hips from bucking up into your mouth as your smell surrounds him, licking doggishly at your cunt, making you moan high in your throat. 

“Yeah? Well I want you pliant and susceptible, like the easy little thing you are.” You tell him, reaching a hand back to shove his head even further between your cheeks, grinding back on his face as he starts slurping on your hole, determined to taste every thing slips from you. 

You sigh, ducking down to bob your head on his cock, taking him in easily, like you’ve been sucking cock all of your life. And in a sense, he guesses that you really have. Dabi pulls back for a breath, spitting on your cunt and thumbing it into the arousal that drips from your inner thighs, licking it all back up slowly. 

“Did you just call me a slut?” He grunts, grinding his cock deep into your throat, head falling back momentarily when he realizes that you don’t have a gag reflex. Most sex demons don’t, but he doesn’t sleep with them regularly, and you’re also greater, so it makes the experience all the more euphoric. 

“Well if the slut panties fit,” You tease him, reaching back to shove his face back between your cheeks when you realize that he’s had enough air. Dabi doesn’t complain though, but he does whimper when you start fondling his balls in your hand at the same time you swallow around his shaft, nose buried into the pubes there. 

Dabi suckles at your clit, feeling your hole throb against his skin, reaching a hand up to start gliding a bony finger inside of you. Your sultry moan vibrates around his cock, and it twitches so violently, that he fears it might jump straight from your mouth. But you keep him in, humming around him, soft, warm hands tugging and tugging at his balls until his toes curl and he can only find it in him to lap at your cunt like a dog. 

You’re messy, where you suck him off, all loud slurps and gulps and swallows, the sound of spit dirtying his pubes. He can hear the sticky sounds of your hands jerking off his shaft when you pull off, how your throat closes around him, how you pull his prince Albert piercing with your teeth gently, how your fingers rub at the seam of his balls. It feels like all too much, like he can’t keep up, like he might burst from the inside and spray your entire little loft in cum and black blood. 

Before Dabi can even register that he’s coming, you pull your mouth off of him, moving around too quick for him to catch, and he damn near yelps when he feels another, tighter heat engulfing him. He struggles to peel his eyes open, mouth dropped lewdly at the sight of you riding him reverse cowgirl style while he still cums from you sucking him off. He’s too sensitive, and you’re too tight, and too mean, with how you look over your winged shoulder and laugh maniacally at the pitiful and pained expression on his face. 

“Aww, poor little fledgeling can’t keep up? How fucking pathetic.” You bite at him, hips and ass dropping quickly as you ride him. Dabi tries his damndest to keep up, to slow you down with the pumping of his pheromones, but at the moment, he can’t even tell up from down. Can only lay there as you take him, fuck him the way you said you would, tight and hot cunt clenching down around him with every drop of your hips. 

“This dick only good for little humans, huh? Can’t hang with a succubus, now can you, baby?” You tease, grinning, one hand on your lower back as you fuck yourself down on him, moaning when the pierced head of his cock grazes something soft inside of you. You press down on your lower stomach where you feel him, eyes fluttering shut as you take him for your own pleasure. 

“F-Fuck, slow down s-some,” Dabi stutters uncharacteristically, teeth grit as he can feel his own canines starting to protrude, losing all sense of stability as your cunt clamps down tight around his dick. You’re trying to kill him, aren’t you? With your tail reaching around and under you to keep rubbing over his tightening balls, with your wings fluttering in his face, with your sharp talon reaching back to trail more blood down his bellybutton, pooling in his lap. It creates a wet slapping sound where you drop your hips, and the feeling of his cum and blood now staining your cunt and inner thighs only makes you howl in pleasure. 

“Keep up or shut the fuck up, fledgeling. This is all for me.” You growl at him, your playful energy suddenly gone as you glare at him over your shoulder. It shouldn’t make his cock throb the way it does, but he listens to you. Only because he wants to cum again and feel how tight you’ll get around him, his head hazy and filled only with thoughts of you riding him until he passes out on your couch. 

Dabi does as told, clamping his mouth shut, breathing heavily through his nose as he struggles with keeping up with you. He can only hold onto your hips, and hope that you cum first this time, because he doesn’t think he can handle you still going after he’s cum for the second time. 

Luck seems to be on his side though, as he feels his balls tightening once more, but you start to lose your rhythm, hips stuttering against his, a wet kissing sound every time you drop down. Dabi picks up where you seem to slip off, hands clamped tight around your hips as he starts thrusting up into you, watching the bounce of your ass and how your tail doesn’t know what to do with itself at the height of your pleasure. 

“Fuck me, just like that, baby, just like that. Make me cum on this dick, cmon.” You growl through gritted teeth, eyes clamped shut as you throw your head back, voice staccato and a low growl. Dabi clenches his jaw, focused purely on bringing you over the edge as his orgasm creeps up closer in his lower belly. He reaches around your hip, strumming quickly and messily at your clit, hearing you whimper out before you start clamping down tight around him. 

“Shit!” You yelp, body jerking as you orgasm, cunt suffocating his cock as you keep riding him through the throes of pleasure. Dabi unclenches his jaw, canines scraping his chin as he growls at the feeling, his orgasm not too far behind as he keeps fucking you through it. He stills when the first rope of cum spurts inside of you, back arching off of the couch when evil little you moans and starts rubbing at his balls with every twitch of them. 

“That’s right, little fledgeling. Fill me up, just like that, doing so well,” the praise you sing to him gets to his head as you keep grinding on his lap and rubbing at his balls. He thinks he might’ve cum dry at some point, his cock kicking inside of you despite not feeling any extra leaking from his tip. His eyes are screwed shut, his body pulled taut, finally collapsing into a heap on the couch when you stop riding and fondling him. 

Dabi swears he hears you say something about being knocked up with little incubus and succubus babies now thanks to him, but he’s out like a light before the words can even register in his head. 

…

When Dabi wakes up the next morning, he thinks that it might’ve all been a dream, that his sins are finally starting to catch up with him. But you’re standing in the kitchen across the open layout of your loft, in nothing but a pair of panties, your wings and horns and tail still on display and just as grand as he remembers. He groans, head falling back onto the pillow he slept on, as you perk up at the sound of him. 

“Good morning, little fledgeling.” You singsong, pulling out a few things from the fridge as you smile in his direction when he pokes his bedhead up from over the back of the couch. He looks so adorable like that, you think. 

“Breakfast will be ready in twenty.” You tell him, bringing flame underneath the pan in front of you with a snap of your finger. Dabi squints at you, frowning, as he checks the clock on your kitchen wall that’s framed by a black cat. Hm, cute. 

“I’m not hungry, and plus, I should be getting out of here.” Dabi groans, standing, uncaring of his naked state as you obviously don’t either. You both glance at each others bodies, before you turn from him, tutting under your breath. 

“I don’t think so.” You declare, scrambling the eggs before you, speaking up when Dabi opens his mouth to protest. “You’re going to stay here and eat, because you need your energy.” At that, he quirks a brow, strolling leisurely to you as he scratches his stomach, wrapping a finger around your curious tail when he gets close enough. 

“Energy for what?” He asks, grunting in surprise when your tail suddenly pulls him in, his front against your back as you look at him from over your shoulder with a devilish smile that makes his cock twitch against your ass. 

“Round two.” You say simply with a shrug before going back to the eggs. Dabi can only blink, before he shrugs with a nod. 

“Round two doesn’t sound bad at all.” 

[millenari]

Hello! Was wondering if you had any cats AUs? Or any you've seen around and enjoy?

I've been working on several tuggoff au fics recently:

my human/celeb/soulmate au which is a modern human au in which most of the cats are human + tugger and misto have matching soulmarks (unbeknownst to tugger)

my grief story au which. well, I'll just link my other explanation of that one, its basically a steampunk-ish au

my uno-reverse honeypot au, which is usual Cats except a) tugger works for macavity and b) misto has a debilitating stutter that alienates him from the rest of the junkyard

my cindarella au. which is just a tuggoff cindarella story, except misto is a thief working for a crime boss instead of a maid with a stepmother

also my timetraveling 7kittens au, which is just Cats but with tugger and misto fankids. and time travel.

Other aus I tend to like:

human aus in general. I'm surprised they're not more popular; there was a poll going around a while ago for Cats asking whether Cats People imagine their own human appearance hcs when reading human au fic or imagine the characters as how theyre described in the fic, and the most common answer was 'i just imagine them as their stage selves but wearing clothes lol'

regency/victorian aus- I've tried to write these before but I always get stuck, but the whole regency ball vs jellicle ball thing is fun

general cats-as-fae kind of aus? you dont see them very often but i just love fiction with fae-like creatures. i had a little tuggoff fic idea a while ago where misto is a human who had an 'imaginary' friend named tugger when he was a kid, and he and tugger decided they would get married when they grew up. then years later when misto becomes an adult he gets this weird cat-faerie-creature-thing knocking on his door like 'yo marriage time' and misto of course freaks the fuck out. this description *may* make it obvious i like Labyrinth (1986) way too much lmao

[rayroseu-reblogs]

sad hc i got for maleficia is that she can be quite distant with her affections bcs she feels like shes gonna lose them anyways (so her coping is the reverse of malleus, instead of keeping them, she just lets go of them to "avoid the hurt" so both Malleus and Maleficia are selfish in a different way. For Malleus, its selfish bcs hes "controlling" the life of another so that he'll avoid grieving and for Maleficia its selfish bcs she's "restraining her love so that she wont end up in grief" again

another subversion of this is that i can think that shes also distancing herself from others bcs she doesnt want to put them in anguish once she inevitably passes too (so its like what Lilia is doing but without physically leaving, feel like thats a nice way to relate to them since she's the one who took him in, like both of them have the same "last stage of parenting" lol)

although i think maleficia is an affectionate person though she consistently gifts malleus i think thats a testament that she does think of him a lot. I might be reaching but I feel like this can be related with Lilia as well?? Only Maleficia and Lilia are the only people who consistently gifts Malleus all his life

For Lilia, he gifts Malleus each time he goes on a trip, which is why its so frequent that Malleus receives one from him. But for his grandma, she gifts him only on birthdays(as we know rn), she cant leave briar valley, and we dont know if theres a lot of festivals or occasions in fae culture where it presents an opportunity for gifting others, so maybe her gifts to malleus are not as frequent as Lilia's bcs she doesnt have that much "invitations" to do so

Theres like an implication that Draconias are heavily attached to the concept of invitations like if its not invited to do so, dont do it (like how Malleus always asks for permission to join others, and how we know Maleficia is the one who taught him that it'll be rude to attend a gathering when youre not invited(paraphrased bcs i cant remember the exact line anymore))

[puddleorganism]

Funguary day 5! Still want to work on something else today, so this one is fairly low-effort too. I did, however, put more thought into it! When looking for references I was immediately struck by how cool the underside of the cap looked and wanted to focus on that in the design!

Mycena Manipularis

Speaking of sketches…

Bonus sketch and design rambling!

I actually really like the full sketch. I kinda regret not doing the whole thing, but you know. Intentionally low effort and all that. I had a couple different ideas - I tried out a cobra hood type thing earlier. This one was inspired by some kind of spooky fae vibes. I love fae as like, a general concept? Most of the lore around them, while interesting, is not why I like them lol. I like how it’s often emphasized how inhuman they are, despite usually being depicted as basically just humans. Like mimicry or some strange convergent evolution. I really like that specific sort of uncanny valley - the inhuman is purely internal.

Though, I feel like in horror uncanny valley is a slippery slope, since there’s a lot of individual variation in real-world humans, and you could easily dehumanize actual features/mannerisms that real people have. I wasn’t entirely thinking about that while drawing this? But I think it’s important anyway.

I don’t remember where I was going with that!

But yeah, I guess I go in the reverse direction, with fae. Usually they’re humans with animalistic features, but mine are animals with human features. Notably hands. I like to draw animals with human hands. It’s spooky and unnervingly… intimate? Hands are the third most expressive parts of a human, behind the face and voice. Giving an animal hands makes them feel weirdly personable.

[lilystargazerwhite]

I’ve mentioned him so many times but here he finally is lol!

Name: Chiharuo Yoritomo (頼朝 千春お, real name Prìomhadail) his Japanese name, while meaning “Thousand years of spring” can also be a homophonic sound to “父” or father, playing on his role as a father of spring.

Species: currently Aos sí (irish oak turned spriggan then ascended to Greater winged fairy Aos sí)

Ability: to control growth (成長を制御する程度の能力)

Age: between 45,000-5,000 years old. This mf was chilling with cave men. Physical form is around 60.

Chiharuo is the god of spring, childhood and fertility, residing in a long forgotten and overgrown shrine deep in nameless hill. He’s spent his years in gensokyo attempting to rescue children left there, but is not always successful. He’s a sweet old man, having his own sort of orphanage at the shrine. Most of his children are fae, but rarely he will taken in a human or yokai child.

Did I make Lily a whole family cause I love her so much? Yes, and here’s her dad. I like to think she gets so excited for spring because it means he will come out of hibernation.

Chiharuo’s born race I guess you could say would he that of a Cro-magon (early European, dating around 50,000+ years ago), which are no longer around obviously. If he had a default true form, it would look like a caveman made out of wood.

His current incarnation form is a male Asian, but in the past have ranged in race and gender. Here are some alt looks for him

His wings are based on the Lunar moth. They are often under his kimono.

His eyes are always closed.

Excerpt from my fae document (that tumblr won’t let me fucking paste:

Theme: 優しい春の父~ first utterance (gentle spring father) this one isn’t entirely done yet but this is what I have.

He has a list of spell cards I’m overjoyed to share

Chiharuo spell cards:

Curious case, mr.button (reverse growth, makes things smaller or younger or whatever) name: the curious case of Benjamin button

A hundred seconds till midnight ( growth, makes things bigger or older) name: the doomsday clock

And the tree was happy ( grows a giant tree that has bullets as petals which fall quickly before it reverts back into a seed ) name: the giving tree

The maiden and the selkie ( summons fae to fight for him for a bit, mainly lesser winged fairies) name: from Heather dale love herrr

The much talked of Metamorphosis ( takes moth form, which the eyes on his wings stare intensely refracting light through them) name: a fucking rob zombie song.

Appalachian fiction dreaming ( causes cell overgrowth, like a cancer. Can be very pretty but deadly of course, heavily based on the growth from the movie Annihilation ) name: Appalachian mountains and 2 things I’ve heard people say before .

Flowers never bend with the rainfall (opens his eyes ) name: Simon and Garfunkel

Anyway that’s him. He’s my beloved. I have many other drawings of him so here’s that

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Bro, the reverse AU with Gaz tho! Like, when I first saw him I was like…why is he so pretty? He has no right to look that beautiful amongst these raggedy guys(said lovingly). But he 100% has that vibe where you look at him for too long and you’re pretty sure he sparkles in the sunlight. I never realized I needed Fae Gaz until you put the post up. I’m genuinely so excited!

Thank you! I totally agree - Fae!Gaz makes a lot of sense and I only realized that when I was looking through my already completed AUs for the event, lol.

[achaotichuman]

Hii!! Wolf's here! I'm happy you liked the little snippet! Then, once I'm done writing it, I'll send you the first chapter! ♥

Other than my story (thank you again for letting me ramble about it to you! ♥) I'm here because I saw the post you replied about Nyx getting Feyre's power or not, and I would say (If only SJM was consistent in her writing…) that he shouldn't at all gain anything from Feyre's, because her powers are what (at least it seemed so to me) keeps her alive: it's what brought her back from death and as a Fae.

She only has a drop of the powers of the courts and I don't think it's something she can really give away (voluntarily or involuntarily), and can I say that it seems that Nyx is like a copy and paste of Rhysand? Sjm says that the bonding happens for the perfect partner for reproduction (I hate it, really hate it, like do you hear whatttttt are you sayiiing) but it doesn't even make sense? Because Feyre was human, who can say if she would've ever become Fae (especially in the way she did) unless the cauldron saw in the future or he knew about it OR Rhysand lied and he wasn't mate with her since she was human, bc it wouldn't make sense.

No one of the actual existent mates/bonds make sense (no, scratch that, Lucien and Elain can make sense lol, but watch Sjm ruin them, I just know she will one way or another) like: why Nesta and Cassian? It would've have make more sense (with SJM logic) to pair her and Rhysand together, to make them mates.

Because Feyre was not made from the cauldron, she has no blessing from the Mother, she is bound to all courts and to none at the same time.

Her magic responds to her, because the ones who give it to her are alive and so her source of power is sustained.

New theory incoming: yes, she has a drop of each HL, but what if the drop still needs the source of it to actually function? Their powers where made a part of her to let her be reborn into a Fae and she's bound to them in a sense, and at the same time she isn't (like when in the Summer court she used the speckle of it to enter, but the book recognized she WASN'T the HL of Summer, so drown now kind of thing)

Not to count that a drop can still be extinguished because maybe it still needs to be sustained by its source, but it can't take more than what it was given.

Maybe it's the (one of the) reasons why Rhysand doesn't want Tamlin to actually die? Because if he dies the link will be broken, because the new HL wasn't the one to grant Feyre her life, so the "bargain/sacrifice" wouldn't sustain and she will lose the Spring powers?

What if the death of the other HL means her death too? OR what if killing them and absorbing their power leads to her total destruction? Because she would become all of the courts, feels everything of their suffering and joy and it would be too much to bear.

Mhm, it's food for the thought for sure, ahaha

Still, on the matter of Nyx: it would be bonkers if he did get something of the powers of the other courts because it wouldn't make any sense. Like, at all.

And I doubt he could then be considered as a real heir of the Night, if Rhysand would happen to die (lol) I doubt the magic would rush to him, when he's "contaminated" (he belongs to it, but also not, too many links to bear) by the other ones. Just some theories, ahaha

Sorry for the ranting! I hope you're having a good day and/or night! ♥

Hi Wolf!!!

OOOOOhhh I love the theories about Feyre's powers here!!

One theory I briefly explored was in a crackfic I wrote about if Feyre and Tamlin shapeshifted and Feyre impregnated Tamlin before she left for Night (lol) but obviously I made it way more complicated than it needed to be. And I wrote about Hybern 'absorbing' Feyre's magic, and this not just reverted her to human but reversed the healing the High lord's magic gave her, so she died once more.

I think it would be super cool to explore Feyre being magically soul bonded to each court, and without the magic of each High lord in particular she would die.

I think in theory what would make Nyx having Feyre's powers make sense is if Feyre being given the High lord's powers healed her body and a side effect from being healed from each Court was the gift of their magic, but even that doesnt really make much sense, its never really been explored cause I think SJM just doesnt think of it lol. But I like your idea more.

For Nyx, I am half certain he only exists in the story as 1- A plot device for Nesta, 2- Because SJM had a son and wanted to give Rhysand one as well. I think he is literally just meant to be another marketable aspect of the books as this is what SJM does a lot.

Her characters in ACOTAR are weirdly empty, with no real hobbies or interests, their personalities are cardboard cutouts of stereotypes for these kinds of men, and I truly think they like this so SJM can market them and profit. Which, whatever, it just means her characters are empty and people can project onto them easy.

Overall, SJM has little to no consistency in the ACOTAR series, there are many gaps and I highly doubt they will be filled by the story's end.

In any case, I am going to go with my personal favorite theory, Nyx gets Nesta's silver flames and becomes a witch.

Anyway, thank you for sharing the rant!! (Also I am still reeling from the fic summary, I cannot wait for the first chapter)

[easily-distracted-by-fandom]

yap abt ur ocs to me pls

Noooooo I yapped so much. Now I gotta retype ittttt

Imma talk about Coranthe bc she is my bbg and also deserves so many hugs actually.

she’s the oldest of the Lelouch lineage which means she was the first of the pain and suffering her parents caused by trading their children’s misery for power.

she was genuinely the perfect daughter. Poised, graceful, ferocious, intensely smart. She loved dancing and suffered through paperwork to make her parents proud. She took care of Ema when she was younger and grew immensely protective. That was bad. Her parents seperated them because they’re a holes and needed more power so more misery it is.

Coranthe threw herself into her work actually. But it wasn’t enough, she was wilting and burning out and she wanted her little sister. But the rebellion had other plans

the rebellion has so many plans. The rebellion had a member who decided the Lelouches had gone too far and needed to die. Their plan what to kill the kids first so there would be no heirs, the twins were barely even born yet and had a bunch of really volile magic. As all youngsters do, before it settles into something tameable. Children can’t die like once they’re out of the womb they’re immune for like 4-5 months.

anyway so they targeted Ema. This was bad. Coranthe noticed very fast with her overprotective mom instincts. It was the middle of the night and the man had a knife enchanted with sharpening sigils. This was… also bad~. Coranthe lost an eye, an arm, a leg, and caused irreparable damage to her nervous system. She’ll never be able to walk for more than 30 minutes at a time, much less dance.

Ema abandoned her for dead, in tears and basically locked herself in her room for the rest of time, after her promotion to heir (taking the name Emaline) she’s the Actual Perfect Heir. Making deals with fae for memory charms and feeding her parents a steady supply of misery (unlike Tay. Who got married off to an abusive asshole in an attempt to do that but thanks to a loophole she is no longer a Lelouch and thus doesn’t count. This also means she is totally free from the obidience cause in the blood contract. Thank you marriage contract. Ovi does not get this. She get consort contracted, which means she is forever doomed)

anyway. Coranthe was saved by the rebellion (she killed the dude so they took her as a replacement) and told them her name was Anthe Spinner and she was a maid for the Lelouches. She is trying very hard to leave them behind (she subverted the contract by technically dying lol) and suppressed all the good memories to get over them. She hates all the Lelouches and refuses to admit the other kids are also victims, after all she got out (she lost her life. Her dreams. Sometimes it feels like she’s still trapped there). Her spiderweb of scars are a never ending reminder that pain and also pain.

her favorite thing now is forcing others to dance to her beat (manipulation). She’s behind a wholeeee heck of a lot of stuff actually (not Ovi’s marriage. She felt relief when Ovi got out though she pretends she didn’t). Girlies aroace so she be vibing. She has a large spider tattoo on her back, covering the large brand her parents gave her during the blood contact process (Ovi’s was on her arm, she covered it with her flower. Tay and Kai have theirs on their neck, Kai covers it with makeup and Tay burned it off when she began ascending. Emaline has it on her back as well. Kora has hers on the back of her hands, she’s planning on reversing the contract. Zaki’s is infused with fae magic and slowly overtaking his body and Finn and Ever have theirs on opposite feet)

[nikethestatue]

What are gwynriels so happy about? I just read the B,N,A bonus chapter and I don't understand lol

Also...

"So do you like it?" Bryce asked Nesta suddenly, "Being fae?"

"I didn't at first," Nesta said plainly, "But now I do."

Azriel seemed to be listening closely.

My elriel brain finds this interesting. Because Elain didn't like being fae at first either. And Azriel was there when she was asking Amren about whether it's reversible.

I believe that initially they were very happy about the whole 'music' and Azriel being into music, because they thought that it was 'confirming' his unique response to Gwyn. Problem is that the unique response is the same as to Bryce's spotify.

I think the excitement really diminished since HOFAS.

Now they are living for Gwynriel Week. Hoping it's gonna make it less painful.

I agree--his reaction was definitely curious. I wonder if he was interested in Nesta's response and how it compared to Elain's. We know that Elain struggled a lot more, but even Nesta did, to some extent.

I always wondered if the question about choosing a body was as simple as Elain wanting to go back to being human. I don't know. It might be more complicated than that.