#it's the buildup/slow burn of it

[milkbreadtoast]

I binged this webtoon today and yesterday and it's rly good i like it sm... "your wings and mine"

I didnt know what to expect going in(i keep my hopes low tbh) but I kept getting impressed w the writing... it's rly funny but also surprisingly emotional, it has me laughing out loud 1 moment and then crying the next and then laughing my ass off again... there's a lot of silliness but the serious moments don't feel out of place or cheesy at all bc they did such a good job of building the charas up to that point... and the genuine and heartfelt exchanges btwn the charas are simple but surprisingly feel fresh? like the writer was lowkey galaxy braining writing these kcdnfj And they actually did such a good job w the slow burn romance, it's so sweet and cute and fun to watch grow... 😭 i'm caught up now and im sad i need more

[floof-ghostie]

I feel like there's a difference between will they-won't they, and slow burn, I just don't have the words to explain it.

[ihatealimore]

November 28th

Not Kurapika related but idc bc I'm so proud of this part. artwork done by @/raisinripe (word count: 2,336)

"Well..." Dusk starts, forcing an optimistic tone despite his defensive posture, "It's not your birthday anymore so you can't be mad," She holds out the gift, her gesture clear and earnest.

The package is simple but thoughtful, wrapped in dark blue paper with black satin ribbons twirled around it. For a moment, Xavia can only stare at the box, his mind going blank as he processes her words. A gift? For his birthday?

A wave of irritation surges within him and he scoffs in disbelief, "I don't need it," He grumbles stubbornly, backing away from her offering. He folds his arms tighter across his chest and glares at Dusk defiantly, "My birthday isn't fucking important."

Dusk huffs in frustration, refusing to take back the gift, "Too bad," She shoots back unflinchingly, her freckled face set in a determined frown, "Your birthday is important because you were born on it. And I'm glad you were."

Her declaration lingers heavily between them, a rare moment of unfiltered honesty amidst their usual banter that catches Xavia off guard. He looks at her in disbelief, his rugged features softening slightly under the sincerity of her gaze.

"Yeah, well," He finally manages to reply, his tone bitter and defensive as he averts his gaze, "Most people aren't."

Dusk chooses not to press him about his self-deprecating remark. Instead, she lets out a light chuckle, her mismatched eyes sparkling under the moonlight.

"Most people aren't me," She retorts playfully, her voice dropping to a more serious tone afterward, "And anyone who doesn't realize how important you are is an idiot."

Xavia's eyes flick back to her, stunned by her words. Her relentless optimism and kindness are disconcerting. It makes him uncomfortable in a way he can't quite describe.

"Fine," He concedes begrudgingly, snatching the gift from her hands without another word.

A relieved smile spreads across Dusk's face, "Thank you," She says softly, "And... I'm sorry," She adds after a moment of silence, her gaze lowering to the deck in embarrassment, "For pushing so hard earlier."

Xavia grunts noncommittally. He doesn't like apologies; they make him feel awkward and unsettled, "Just forget about it," He mutters, "It's not your fault."

She takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, then meets his gaze again, "Look, Xav, I know it probably doesn't mean much... But you can always talk to me," She pauses for a moment, then confidently adds, "I'll always be there for you. We're partners in crime."

Her support resonates with him in a way he hadn't expected. He scoffs lightly, shaking his head at her.

"Are you an idiot?" The question falls from his lips before he can stop himself, "Why the hell would that not mean much? You're... You're..." He trails off and clears his throat awkwardly, finally managing to grumble out, "You're my partner."

What Xavia had been on the verge of saying is that Dusk isn't just his partner. She is, in this moment, the most important person in his life. But acknowledging that fact out loud makes him feel vulnerable, a feeling he despises.

Dusk laughs lightly at his awkwardness, her heart fluttering with warmth, "I guess I am an idiot," She replies lightheartedly, "But at least I'm your idiot partner."

There's something about the way she stands under the moonlight, surrounded by water and with a gentle breeze tugging at her hair that Xavia finds breathtaking. He can't quite put his finger on it but he can't help but stare. The sight of Dusk like this is captivating, an ethereal presence that draws him in.

And yet, so often when they're together and Dusk turns to him with those warm, sincere eyes of hers, he finds himself unable to meet her gaze directly. It feels too intimate, as if looking into those mismatched eyes will reveal everything he's trying hard to keep hidden within himself.

Tonight is no different. He takes a deep, steadying breath, reluctantly lifts his hand, and points to the harsh scar that mars his cheek.

He watches her as her expression shifts, the joviality fading away to be replaced by a look of deep curiosity. She focuses on his scar and he feels an odd sort of satisfaction at having captured her attention so completely.

"This," He starts, hesitating for a brief moment before forcing himself to continue, "I got this scar on my 8th birthday."

Dusk's eyes widen at his confession, a sharp pang of sympathy striking her, "Xav..." She begins softly, struggling to find the right words. She hesitantly reaches out to touch the scar on his cheek.

Xavia tenses as her hand approaches. His eyes follow her movement, widening slightly when he realizes her intent. A mix of anticipation and apprehension fills him, an odd sensation that causes his breath to catch.

But then she hesitates, pulling back, uncertain if she should intrude, and leaving him gazing after her withdrawing hand with a sense of loss he can't fully comprehend. He swallows hard, trying to push past the lump forming in his throat.

Before he realizes what he's doing, Xavia reaches out and grabs her wrist. His fingers wrap around it, halting her from pulling away completely. He's not entirely sure why he did that, his body reacting on instinct while his mind is still trying to catch up.

"I..." He starts and then stops again, lost for words. He stammers as he struggles to find something - anything - appropriate to say.

Dusk freezes, surprise flashing across her face. She observes his struggle, a mix of concern and fondness washing over her, "Xav, it's okay," She reassures him, "You don't have to say anything."

The admission tumbles out of his mouth before he can stop it, "Yeah... Yeah, I do."

For once in his wretched life, Xavia finds himself desperately wanting to share; to unload the burden that has been weighing him down for far too long.

He carefully guides her hand to his scarred cheek, holding it there as a tangible connection between them. His cheeks flush with an emotion he doesn't fully understand and he quickly looks away from her penetrating gaze.

"It's from a sword," He manages after what feels like an eternity, "I misstepped during training and my father cut me," The confession is painful but liberating in a way Xavia hadn't expected, "It was an accident... But he didn't give a shit."

Dusk's expression shifts to one of realization as the pieces of a puzzle she didn't realize existed begin to fit together. The hallucinations he had spoken about during his hospital stay, his vehement hatred of swordplay... It all suddenly makes sense.

"You deserved better," She whispers hoarsely, a tinge of sorrow lacing her tone as she gently brushes her thumb against his scar.

His breath hitches at the sensation, a shiver running down his spine at the intimate gesture. It's not unpleasant, quite the opposite, in fact.

"No..." He shakes his head, voice rough with anguish, "I deserved exactly what I got," He adds, his words bitter and filled with self-loathing.

Her heart aches at his response, "No, Xav," She counters firmly, "Nobody deserves that kind of cruelty. Especially not you."

Xavia is ensnared by her gaze; there's a determination there, an unwavering belief that shakes him to his core.

"I..." He falters again. He wants to argue, but the retort dies on his lips. For some reason, he can't bring himself to counter her conviction.

Instead, he stays silent; adrift in the stormy sea of emotions swirling within him.

Her expression softens, yet her resolve remains unyielding, "You don't have to bear all your burdens alone, Xav," She reminds him gently, as she has before, "Your burdens are mine too... Because we're partners."

His grip tightens around her wrist, his face contorting in a grimace, "That's the fucking problem, Dusk!" He blurts out harshly, startling even himself with his abrupt outburst, "You... You don't deserve to be dragged down by the likes of me!" 

The regret is instantaneous and powerful, like a punch to his gut. He didn't mean to say that. It was supposed to stay buried deep inside him. The silence that follows is suffocating and Xavia wishes he could take it all back.

Hurt flashes through her eyes at his words, but she doesn't pull away, "You're not dragging me down, Xav," Dusk counters emphatically, "You could never drag me down because I want to stand by your side."

A whirlwind of turmoil threatens to consume him. The fact that she believes so strongly in him... It's something he has trouble comprehending.

"Dusk..." Her name falls from his lips in a whisper that's barely audible over the sound of crashing waves nearby, his grip on her wrist finally slackening.

He looks away from her piercing gaze, too afraid that if he keeps looking into those eyes filled with kindness and conviction, he might actually start believing in himself.

Ignoring his resistance, she gently turns his face back toward her with a soft tug, her fingers warm against the rough texture of the scar on his cheek, "Xav," She murmurs softly, "Please... Just let me in."

A shiver runs through Xavia at her soft plea. It's a vulnerability he isn't used to, one that scares the hell out of him.  

"Dammit, Dusk," His voice cracks, filled with an indecipherable mix of fear and yearning.

He takes a shaky exhale then, her touch and voice overwhelming him. The way she looks at him... It's like she sees someone worth fighting for. 

He's always avoided letting people in because he knows, from cruel experience, that trust is a dangerous thing. The more someone knows about you, the easier it is for them to hurt you; intentionally or otherwise.

He's no exception to his own rule. Xavia sees himself as a failure, not just because of the abandonment by his father but also due to the decisions he's made in life; stealing, lying, even killing. He wears these sins like a second skin.

To him, it's clear that he isn't a good person. He does what needs to be done without flinching and doesn't lose sleep over the consequences. A man with such darkness within him shouldn't even be around someone as bright and kindhearted as Dusk.

He knows Dusk works the same job, takes the same risks. She's no stranger to breaking laws and crossing lines. But there's a stark difference between them that he can't overlook - she actually feels regret. She cares for people in ways he never understands or has the capacity to do himself. He's seen her go out of her way to avoid killing, even if it makes their mission more difficult.

Despite his mixed feelings, Xavia finds himself unable to deny her request. The gentleness in her eyes is a contrast to the harshness of the world he knows. Her persistent patience and understanding toward him, even after all the bitterness and resentment he has shown her, is something he can't overlook. Her faith in him gives him hope, an alien feeling but one that makes him wonder if he can become someone worthy of the implicit trust she places in him.

Even if it means exposing his vulnerabilities, scars that run deeper than the visible ones, he owes her this much at least. He decides to cave in and take the leap of faith she's been asking for. His hand trembling slightly, he reaches up to place it over her own on his cheek.

"Alright, alright," He concedes softly, his walls crumbling down, "I'll try."

It's not easy for him. This admission feels like handing over a loaded gun. But it's Dusk... If there's anyone who can handle him with care and understanding, even at his worst, it's her.

A sigh of relief escapes her lips, "That's all I'm asking for... Thank you, Xav," She breathes out quietly, "I'm here for you. Always."

As her words sink in, Xavia feels a strange warmth spread through him. He's not used to this... This feeling of being cared for so deeply by someone other than his mother. 

He watches as she smiles at him, an expression full of nothing but genuine care and relief, and he realizes that he doesn't want to lose it. Doesn't want to lose her.

"Yeah..." He mumbles almost inaudibly, swallowing thickly around the lump forming in his throat, "I know."

In the quiet that follows, Dusk simply watches Xavia, her eyes soft with understanding. There's an unspoken agreement between them, a bridge of trust and shared vulnerability they've crossed together.

She spots the unopened gift still held in his free hand. Removing her hand from his face, she playfully nudges him with her elbow to lighten the mood, saying, "Open it."

Inside is an antique brass compass that she found at a thrift store earlier that day; its surface is weathered but still reflects a subtle shine, "To find your way back," Dusk murmurs as he examines the engravings on its lid, her fingers tracing over the etchings.

He stares at the compass in his hand, the cool metal seeping through his skin and resonating deep within him. It feels... Significant somehow. The aged brass gleams under the soft moonlight, a beacon guiding him home.

He watches Dusk's fingers as they trace over the words, her touch anchoring him in the moment.

"Thanks..." His voice is hoarse, laden with emotions. He closes his hand around it as if gripping a lifeline, "And... Not just for the gift," He adds quietly, his words nearly swallowed by the sound of waves lapping against their boat.

"You're welcome, Xav," She responds in a hushed tone, her gaze shifting to the night sky.

With a soft click, Xavia flips open the compass. His eyes widen in surprise as he watches the needle swing wildly for a moment before it settles on pointing north - directly at Dusk.

"Huh," He mumbles under his breath, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself, "Guess it works."

[mariocki]

Rolling Thunder (1977)

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm gonna kill a bunch of people.

[greenerteacups]

falling in love with writing all over again when you write a scene that makes you giggle and kick your heels like you're five years old and learning that you can make your barbie dolls kiss

[gideonisms]

Started a voice from darkness which has honestly matched the vibe of s1 tma better than anything I've found in a while. Pleasantly spooky and grounded in people's daily experiences

[zaynnaz]

Title - Sands of Masks and Flames

Summary - In Hueco Mundo’s desolate sands, Karin Kurosaki awakens as a hollow. Her strength, rare for her size, makes her both target and asset in a power struggle with her unique abilities. As factions vie for dominance, Karin confronts her new identity, tangled allegiances, and a destiny intertwined with a throne she never sought.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 17k+

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death.

Where Can You Read: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13272786/1/Sands-of-Masks-and-Flames & https://archiveofourown.org/works/49651099/chapters/125318689

Chapter 1: Insatiable Disparity

Time stretched on, unending. Screams and cries were the melodies that filled the very air she breathed. Yet in the depths of this chaos, memories – fragmented and fleeting – clawed at her mind. An existence before this nightmare. A faint impression of who she used to be, but it was almost as if she were trying to grasp water in her hands. Slippery, elusive.

She clung onto one certainty: a name, or the beginning of it. 'K'.

This singular thread connected her to a past, a proof that she wasn’t always this... monster. Each time she devoured, each soul she consumed, fragments of understanding came flooding back, mingling with the insatiable hunger that dominated her existence.

The more she fed, the sharper her thoughts became. Every hollow she consumed increased her strength and her wit. Initially, she had been content preying on the ones her size. But monotony took over. The thrill of the hunt faded when her prey became predictable. Larger hollows posed a greater challenge, one she eagerly accepted.

Need food… Food, the thoughts of the creature repeated in its mind.

Drawn by a powerful spiritual energy, Karin found herself at the edge of the Menos forest, a place rife with towering Gillians. The very thought of consuming such a being sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. However, caution also wrapped its cold fingers around her heart. She wasn’t foolish enough to dive headfirst into unknown dangers. Observing before attacking, that was her strategy.


As if the forest itself sensed her hesitation, a spectacle unfolded before her eyes: three hollows, roughly her size, challenging a Gillian in unison. A collaboration among hollows was unheard of in her experience. Yet, as the Gillian retaliated with its powerful red beam, obliterating one of them effortlessly, the gravity of their situation became clear.


She watched, heart racing, as the remaining two desperately tried to dodge the beams, their agility impressive but evidently not enough. Just as the situation seemed dire for the final hollow, it managed to take a sizable bite from the Gillian’s mask. The giant let out a world-shaking roar of agony, collapsing under its own weight.


Seizing her chance, Karin darted from the shadows, drawn to the injured Gillian. The smaller hollow, intoxicated with its victory, failed to sense her approach. As she neared, every instinct screamed at her to strike, to claim her prize and ascend in power.

Karin was swift, she decapitated the hollow with a swipe of her clawed hollow hands. She quickly consumed its mask and turned to the giant that had fallen. At this moment she was feeling an exuberance of pride in her swift assault that caused her little trouble.


The eerie silence that descended upon the Menos forest following her swift victory was a testament to Karin’s emerging prowess.Consuming the Gillian, she had tasted not just raw power but fleeting moments of a past long buried in the depths of her consciousness.


Huh, she thought suddenly, then a moment of clarity for the first time in what seems like an eternity.


As the name "Karin" echoed in the hollow recesses of her mind, it acted like a beacon, illuminating patches of memories. In those fleeting moments, shadows of emotions - pain, love, fear - all flitted across her psyche. It was a feeling of nostalgic yearning, an anchor in the tempestuous sea of her current existence.

Who… Who were they?, Karin struggled against her blurred memories in desperation to know more.

Suddenly, a crimson glow materialized. As the crimson glow intensified, bathing the Hueco Mundo in its eerie light, Karin felt its menacing warmth on the back of her neck. The very ground seemed to hum with the vibrations of the charged energy, and the arid air grew even more stifling. Every particle, every molecule resonated with the imminent danger of the Cero beam. But within Karin, a storm of emotions raged, providing her with clarity rather than chaos.

Not this time, she thought fiercely, her determination burning brighter than the impending doom.

The sand beneath her feet shifted slightly, reacting to the potent spiritual energy. It whispered tales of countless battles that had come before, of the countless souls who had met their end in this very realm. But the whisperings also held a challenge, urging her to not become just another footnote in the Hueco Mundo's battleground.

She could feel the rapid beat of her heart echoing within her, each thud a stark reminder of her humanity amidst the monster she had become. It was this duality that gave her strength. Her feet barely touched the ground as she twisted her body, evading the Cero with an agility that seemed graceful. Her hollow form glided effortlessly over the dunes, with movements reminiscent of a hauntingly beautiful dance.

As she moved, the very atmosphere seemed to respond to her. The shadows lengthened and coiled around her, becoming an extension of her form, shielding her and amplifying her evasive maneuvers. Her senses sharpened; she could almost taste the metallic tang of the charged energy in the air, feel the weight of the history-laden sand grains, and hear the soft, desperate whispers of lost souls carried by the wind.

She felt the moment approaching, that split second where the balance of power could shift. Gathering all her strength, she launched herself at the Gillian. The world around her blurred, reducing to mere streaks of color. Every fiber of her being screamed with the exertion, yet her mind remained clear and focused.

With a piercing battle cry that was equal parts rage, hope, and determination, she struck. The force of her attack sent shockwaves through the Hueco Mundo forest, as the monster was taken down with an unexpected ferocity.

As the dust settled, Karin stood victorious, breathing heavily. The aftermath of the battle was a testament to her prowess. The world around her seemed to pause, as if paying silent respect to her strength and will.

The act of consuming her foes not only strengthened her but connected her with fragments of her lost self. It became a compulsion - a thirst not just for power, but for identity.

Days turned into nights and nights into days as Karin hunted relentlessly in the Menos forest. Each Gillian she consumed brought her closer to unlocking the mysteries of her past. But with each memory that surfaced, a new emotion brewed within her: a cocktail of anger, sadness, and determination. These feelings, foreign yet familiar, drove her onwards.

I will remember. I will know who they were. Who I was, she thought to herself with sustained determination and defiance to her hollow’s all-consuming existence with growing intelligence.

In the world of Hueco Mundo, where the strongest survived and the weak were consumed, Karin was quickly climbing the ranks of her power, her witt growing further in combat. However, the journey wasn’t just about power anymore. It was a quest for self-realization, a desperate search for the girl named "Karin" who once existed in a world far removed from this dark abyss.

[averagelonelypotato]

What’s your fav ship in Gintama? (Aside from Utsuro/Oboro that I may or may not manipulate you from liking?)

hehe I think my main ships are anyone with gintoki tbh 😭

anyone who makes gintoki happy tbh if i really thing about it

but i shall list my fav ships (not ranked, they are literally just Gintoki ships 🫠 )

Poly joui4, just all the bros together🫶

Sakagin🫶

Hijigin

bantaka my beloved 🥺

gintoki and tsukuyo

whatever zenzou and saachan have going on 🥺

Zuragin

sakazura

takazura

sakataka, takasaka??? (hehe it sounds funny)

Kyuubei and otae 

takagin or gintaka (same thing tbh idk why spell it's differently)

Hijikata and Mitsuba 🥺 (it's just pure angst)

ik it's not a ship but sometimes the vibes between Otae and Kondo are so soft 🥺 so i think about them sometimes 🫣

gintoki x happiness (rare but my fav ship)

gintoki and hasegawa (they really are bros, sometimes bros share a bed and a drink to cope with losing at pachinko but the feels they have 🤝)

also shoutout to all the amazing people who make any gintama fics/fanart/content and stuff, y'all the main reason we get to eat so good with the stuff you guys create 🫶

[drbtinglecannon]

o(-(

I caught up on all of the spy x family manga and there won't be more until Feb but that also means I'll have to wait weekly for updates going forward, fuck

[kuhatoarchive]

(sees a kiss ask meme) (touches pool longingly)

[crunchycrystals]

guess who just finished shadow and bone ahahaha dfkwghfjdsgyufjhgahkjfax

[macabremachinations]

// Fuck it, it's Sinday so let's talk about Heisenberg and relationships. In short: the man’s a hedonist. He loves sex, he loves flirting, and he’s not picky. If someone’s interested in having a good time, he’ll chase that rabbit. 

That said—emotions are a big nope for him. He’s spent the better part of the past century in self-preservation mode, trusting no one, the sole voice of dissent in a cult of religious zealots that worship his personal tormentor. His mental state is far from good, and his emotional competency has regressed significantly in his isolation. He keeps his walls up at all costs, and if approached the wrong way, attempts to connect on an emotional level can easily backfire. He will absolutely self-sabotage a good thing if he starts to fear that he’s getting too attached to someone. He’s got massive trust issues and an explosive temper, usually to disastrous effect.

Is it possible to win his love? Absolutely–it has happened on rare occasions. But it takes a lot of patience, empathy, and tenacity. Sex with Heisenberg is easy. Emotional connection? That’s a slow path, and to get there, one first has to unwind the complex myriad of issues at the heart of his behavior. The man is a century old at this point, and there’s a long, dark history that has led him to where he is now. Learn who he is beneath the bravado, find common ground, earn his trust—only then will he start to care. 

After that, there will never be a more loyal lover. Starved for affection as he is, once he has it he’ll tear the world apart to keep it safe.

[kelseachan]

I really wanna continue my fanfic and progress the current chapter but my current brainspace just wants to shove the ships together and kiss

So therefore absolutely no progress has been made

[heavenlyraindrops]

☆ Kenji Sato x Fem!reader | Warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk (?), no buildup we just get right into it, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, i wrote this for a TikTok comment and also because i was super horny

“fuck, baby- just like that.”

another sloppy thrust into your cunt has you seeing stars, mind blanking at everything except the sensations coursing through your body- from where his fingers dig into your hips to keep you in place, to where he’s buried deep inside you. a desperate kiss to your neck makes your skin burn has he guides your hips against him.

“you think you can take me a little while longer? hm, baby?” you dig your fingers into his broad shoulders as another jolt of pleasure sparks through your body.

tears well in the corner of your eyes as you whimper, and he kisses your apprehensions away, and you let out another shaky breath as he subtly rolls his hips into you, mumbling whatever words you could force out from your haze of lust past your lips: “s’too much, Kenji,” and “go slow.”

“c’mon, sweetheart- I know you can do it.” you buck your hips at his words, forcing him to cut off with a groan as his grip on you tightens. “you're taking me in so well.”

you practically twitch around his length at those words, body shaking as you chase his lips with yours as he leans back, screwing your eyes shut to abate the feverish burn creeping up your neck to your cheeks. he simply hums against you, trailing his finger up to your shoulder then down your side.

he has chased orgasm after orgasm out of you up to this point, but alongside the numbing throb in your core comes the burning sensation that arises every time he touches you, begs you for one more round. he buries his head in the crook of your neck now, breathing in deeply.

“c’mon [name], just one more,” he practically begs, voice breathy as he thrusts into you again, and you let slip another moan, dragging your nails down his back.

you can’t refuse as he fucks into you yet again, until all you can remember is his name; he throws your leg over his shoulder, running soothing circles on your thigh as he whispers to you: “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, i’m gonna take care of you, make you feel so so good,” and you just shake and take it because he knows you wouldn’t trade your place right now for anywhere else.

and when he’s finally done he kisses your shoulder, then your lips, and tells you how amazing you did, because you were so perfect for him and he’d do nothing but let you know.

[blazeball]

sorry i'm just not reading up on like, the reception the tommyknockers got/its general perception today and i am fucking. Flabbergasted. flummoxed. how do so many people hate this. i genuinely don't get it

[tojirights]

Honestly think you're one of the best writers for Alastor in this fandom! Your stuff is always brilliant and the characterisation is perfect!

Had the idea last night: Alastor and reader going multiple rounds, and reader still wanting more and being full of energy but Alastor being absolutely out of it and completely shattered, so he uses his tentacles instead, because what kind of gentleman keeps his lady wanting?

Just an excuse to request tentacle sex with everyone's favourite "deer".

a/n: im gonna be so real with you, im not really sure if the tentacles are like, real apendages or if they're part of his shadow soooo i wrote them as the latter. hope it makes sense!! thank you love :') y'all are too nice 🩷

if there was one thing you weren’t expecting to still have in hell, it was your damn hormonal cycle. you didn’t necessarily have a period, but by god, you swore you still ovulated. it felt even worse than before, the primal need threatened to burn a hole through you. you always felt like a bother to alastor during this week of the month, begging and pleading for him to fuck you for hours. but, alastor never turned you away.

today though, you were especially needy. alastor had already made you cum a handful of times and had cum twice himself. he was exhausted. yet, there you were at the edge of his bed, eyes still filled with lust. “my goodess…” alastor chuckles, shaking his head. “i’m not sure i have much left in the tank, darling.” he cups your cheek, watching tears well up in your eyes. “i-i’m sorry-” he shushes you before you can continue. “did i say anything about stopping? i’d never dream of leaving my lady hanging when she needs me.”

“but…” you frown, watching alastor’s smile turn to smirk. “i have a few tricks up my sleeve, my dear. lay back.” your eyes widen as there’s a flash of green light, followed by five tentacle-like appendages sprout from alastor’s back. “w-what?” adrenaline surges through you as well as a mix of excitement and nerves. “you’re gonna… use those?” you gulp, watching the tentacles slither towards you. “why of course!” alastor snickers, seeing your apprehension. “don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours." he coos, watching with hungry yet tired eyes.

the shadow apendages wrap around your thighs, cold to the touch but not unpleasant. as they slowly spread your legs, another slides between them. it's almost embarrassing the way your legs shake with anticipation, the cool tip of the tentacles swiping up your slit. "o-oh, that's..." you sigh in relief when you're suddenly being filled. "how's that darling?" alastor hums, watching as you open wider around him. "that's... oh god alastor..." you pant, every slow thrust of his tentacle-like shadow making your head dizzy.

the foreign feeling of being stretched so wide has you already teetering on the edge. without warning, alastor curls the apendage while picking up pace, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. "gonna-" you mewl, hips arching off the bed with every thrust. "k-keep going please. 'm gonna cum." every whine makes alastor almost wish his cock was back inside of you, knowing just how hard you're clamping down on his shadow.

but the sight of you writhing, gripping the sheets like you're life depended on it was something he's grateful to be seeing from afar. the buildup to your orgasm comes strong, the coil in your stomach snapping from the tension and- "oooh, you really liked that, hm?" alastor's voice is heavy with arousal, pulling you back to reality after cumming. your vision slowly returns, heavy breathing filling your ears. you barely register the soaking mess you've made on the bed. "oh my god. did i..?" your face goes red, embarrasmemt setting in once again. "yes, my sweet. you did, and made quite the mess for us to clean up."