#me when i get so much cuteness aggression i strangle them

[dovewingkinnie]

scientist romance

[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro, tengen + wives, giyu, tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu, and hantengu clones.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, fem!dom!reader, pegging, lots of fingering (m!receiving), all boys are subs here, mommy kink for zenitsu’s, praise kink, slight brat taming?, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dumbification, fauxjobs, face fucking, wing play, spit roasting, strap referred to as cock because that’s hot, kamaboko trio are aged up.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— Kyojuro hardly needs convincing because he trusts you with his pleasure. If you tell him that it’ll feel good, then who is he to question you? especially when you look so enthusiastic about it.

— Kyojuro doesn’t expect there to be so much prep required, but his impatience is washed away when he feels your fingers pumping inside him for the first time. He’s reduced to a sniveling, whimpering puddle in minutes, bronzed skin dripping with sweat as you stretch him wide open to take your fake cock. And the strangled cry he makes when you brush over his prostate is heavenly.

“That feels so good!” Kyojuro babbles, heavy cock leaking pre all over his quivering abs. He’s already aching, so desperate to cum and you haven’t even started fucking him yet. It’s embarrassing, but he feels too good to care. Especially when he feels you squeeze a third finger into his greedy hole, his jaw going slack at the stretch as you fuck him open further on your nimble fingers.

“Gods— fuck, it’s so good. You were right, this feels incredible! Please, don’t stop.”

And he whines so pitifully when you consider him stretched enough, clenching down on your fingers when you go to remove them.

— Prefers it fast and rough, where you’re fucking him absolutely stupid, hands anchored to his hips to keep him from being pushed up the bed with each brutal thrust. Manhandle him, spank him, wrap a hand around his throat, it just makes his cock even stiffer.

— Can cum from prostate stimulation alone, but his back arches so beautifully when you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke him in tandem with your thrusts.

— Kyojuro thinks it feels the best from behind, especially since he can fuck himself back into your cock in that position. And there’s just something so captivating about the feeling of you draped over him, his muscled back to your chest, your hands exploring every inch of flesh you can reach… he’s in heaven, he swears it. He feels like he doesn’t deserve you in those moments, where all he can do is take all the overwhelming pleasure you shower onto him.

— If you decide to peg him in missionary, he loves to wrap his thick legs around you and cling to you. Fold him into any position you like, he’s just happy to be there and stuffed full of you.

— He has a great ass, perfect for spanking and spreading apart to watch the toy splitting him open.

— Kyojuro is a vocal partner, and even more so when he’s being fucked, almost sobbing as you fill him to the brim with your strap. So I wouldn’t recommend pegging him unless you’re prepared to wake up everyone in the house or have a means of keeping him quiet— which believe me isn’t an easy feat. His moans are loud, even when gagged. He can’t help it! you’re fucking him so good that he forgets to control his volume.

— He’s talkative too, babbling nonsensical praise and endearments that are almost too sweet for the situation. Kyojuro’s a passionate lover, one that isn’t afraid to tell you just how much he loves you whilst you’re rearranging his guts. You can tell when he’s really getting close to cumming because the chants of, “I love you I love you I love you-” start up. He’s honestly too cute :(((

— Kyojuro’s seeing stars when he cums on your strap for the first time, ascending to the astral plane as he seizes and sobs with every pulse, cum spurting so aggressively out of his reddened cock that he almost paints his own face with it. It feels like his orgasm goes on forever, the endless stream of seed only stopping when he’s emptied all of it.

— Very polite when his brain isn’t complete mush, and almost always asks to cum when he has the mental capacity to. Kyojuro always thanks you afterward. Gratefulness is important to him.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 + 𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

— Take a look at that man and tell me he doesn’t let his wives peg him. You can’t. He likes prostate stimulation a lot actually, and will even stretch himself for your viewing pleasure. He loves the attention <3 Though if you truly insist on stuffing him full of your fingers yourself, he’s sure as hell not gonna complain.

— Tries to micromanage a lot of the process, making sure you’re comfortable, and while that’s sweet, he needs to relax.

“You’re thinking too hard, Tengen. Let me take care of everything, yeah?” You persuade, crawling up his oiled body to kiss his face, plastic cock bumping into his. He shudders at the sensation, and you simply can’t resist wrapping your fingers around both lengths and stroking them together. The action elicits a deep groan from the larger man, but he catches your wrist before you get carried away, magenta eyes capturing yours in a heated stare.

“Guess you’ll have to fuck me thoughtless then, darling.” That’s all the encouragement you need to shimmy down his body and slot yourself between his strong thighs, spreading them dramatically just to hear him chuckle. “Sure you got enough lube on- oh, shit mmm.”

The slippery head of the toy presses against his hole, effectively shutting him up.

“You’re not the first man I’ve topped, just the most mouthy. Now kindly lay back and talk less,” you tease. And when you push in, he lets out a long breath that crescendos into a delighted moan as finally, he feels you slide home. 

“Need me to hold my legs up too?” Tengen snickers through the fog of being filled, cock heavy and twitching against his quivering tummy. Your hand smoothes over his belly, and briefly you’re taken by the image of his stomach bulging, a prominent bump moving beneath your palm. It makes you darkly curious if he could take bigger toys.

“I can fold you in half if I need to,” you insist playfully, hands stroking up and down his hips and thighs as he adjusts. “How’s that feel? Good? — and if you say flashy I will pull out.”

“You’re really giving me a handicap here, b-but feels fucking amazing, babe. Don’t go easy on me, I wanna see how you handle me.”

— And when you finally get to fucking him, all that confidence just melts away. His head tips back, magenta eyes rolling in their sockets as you rearrange his guts, bullying that spot inside him that makes him cry out all girlish-like.

— I know Tengen screams bratty bottom, and while yes he can be, he’s also incredibly sensitive. He’s pretty sassy when you’re using his cock as a toy, but being the one to take it is a whole other beast. He's often so absorbed in being picked apart, that those witty remarks all but disappear from his mind.

— Doesn’t care what position you fold him into, but he does know the angles that feel the best, and will auto-correct on his own, or directs you to exactly where he needs you to be. He’s very in tune with his body and knows precisely what he likes by now, so if you ever wanna get him drooling and begging, just listen to him. Even if he’s too fucked-dumb to speak, he has physical tells so just pay attention.

— Don’t be afraid to tag in the wives for backup if you need his legs held apart or some extra hands to tease him with.

— Nothing better than fucking into him while he sobs into Hinatsuru’s lap, or spit-roasting him with a strapped Makio fucking his throat whilst you fuck his ass. All the better if Suma wriggles under him so he can rut into her pretty pussy. He won’t last very long that way, but will happily endure multiple orgasms until you and the wives have finished using him.

— Has a thing for being tossed around if you’re physically capable, and moans enthusiastically when you grab a handful of his gorgeous ass or spank it. Take him by the hips and fuck him on your plastic cock like a doll, he likes the rough treatment.

— Enjoys his punishments a little too much, so he’s difficult to discipline when he’s determined to get under your skin. He does it just to get you to snap and pound him into next week, making him cum till nothing comes out of his abused dick.

— Let him ride you!!! You will not regret it for a moment, that man will mount you without a second thought, grinning like a cat until he slides down onto you. Just imagine this large man desperately bouncing on your lap, heavy, neglected cock bouncing cutely with each movement, smiling deliriously as he loses himself to the pleasure. Perfection.

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

— Giyu’s a bit nervous, naturally, but he trusts you and that goes a long way. He may not understand your desire to peg him, seeing as you’ll essentially be getting no pleasure from it, but he’s nothing if not bound to your whims — no matter how lewd they might be.

— The prettiest princess whilst taking your strap, dark lashes fluttering, thin brows pinched, and pink lips parted in a silent moan as you take your time stretching him on your fingers.

— Giyu tends to get a little spacey when he sinks into subspace, unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure of you teasing his prostate with your fingers. By the time you’ve got him properly slicked and prepped, he’s nothing but a blissed-out puddle, already going a bit limp. All the easier to manhandle him into any position you like.

And when you finally press inside, his pretty blue eyes are staring widely at the ceiling, lips parted in surprised pleasure. You’ve done a good job preparing him, so it doesn’t hurt, but it’s not necessarily comfortable either. He’s twitching all over, whining under his breath as he adjusts to being filled by something thicker than your fingers.

“You’re doing such a good job, Gi,” you murmur against his temple and instantly his cock twitches and his insides go a little more lax. Your hands smooth over his narrow hips and thighs in soothing motions, fingers encircling his flushed-red dick as you bottom out inside him. “Look at you! Taking it so perfectly.”

“Please,” Giyu whines, and it’s hard to tell if he even knows what he’s begging for. His hips shift, a soft rut against yours that could easily be mistaken for an involuntary jerk. But then he rolls his hips again, more insistently this time. “Please, Y/n.”

“Please move or please stop?” you chuckle, delighted by the faraway look on his face. You haven't even started fucking him yet and he's losing himself.

“Please move! Need it so bad, please fuck me!” You’re a little shocked by his shameless plea, wondering just where your bashful Giyu has gone. Your socially challenged lover was ordinarily too shy to beg properly without coaxing, and here he was begging you to fuck his ass. It’s enough to have you swimming in your own slick.

— Giyu is so easily fucked dumb on your plastic cock, pretty blue eyes rolled back and pink tongue hanging out as you bully the head of the toy against his prostate. Don’t try to ask him questions, he won’t be able to give you a coherent answer aside from mewls.

— Praise him, tell him just how delectable he looks taking your plastic cock, his pretty dick jumps against his flat belly when you do. Baby talk to him, call him your good boy, he gazes at you so adoringly through his long dark lashes when you do.

— Giyu soon becomes a slut for being pegged and has to fuck himself full of his own fingers in between missions in a futile attempt to replicate it. He gets frustrated because his fingers are a far cry from the real thing, and don’t feel as good as your own fingers pumping inside him either.

— Some days you’ve hardly got one foot in the door before he’s pouncing on you, dragging your hand to the prominent bulge in his pants he got from thinking about you. Panting and whining for you to, “Please fuck me, wanna cum!”

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— Gently now, you don’t want to break the poor thing. Not yet anyway. Tanjiro’s painstakingly shy about taking it up the ass, eyes squeezed shut and cheeks aflame with a bright red blush as you stuff him full of your fingers. He’s trembly and sensitive, hand clutching yours tightly as you stretch him for something bigger. 

— He quickly gets lost in the foreplay, practically melting into the futon the more you finger him, stiff cock twitching against his belly. Looks so heartbroken when you take your fingers away, asking what he’s done wrong. 

“You haven’t done anything wrong, baby. You’ve done everything perfectly actually. Always so good for me,” soothes him instantly, dark lashes fluttering at your reassurance and praise. But the feeling of emptiness without your fingers to plug his hole has him whimpering again. 

You catch his pleading gaze, but his wine-red hues snap down to your hips at the sound of squelching, where you’re slicking the faux cock strapped to your hips. His head falls back into the futon with a moan at the sight.

This is really happening. You were going to put it in him, and he can’t find it in himself to be nervous any longer— just desperate and horny out of his damn mind, needily grinding his hips up as you tease the head of the toy over his rim. You torture him with several false starts, leaving him to whine in frustration just when he thinks you’ll have mercy on him.

“Y/n, please! Please I need it inside. You k-keep teasing me and I-I like it, but I can’t take it. Want you so bad it hurts,” Tanjiro sobs after a while, and the sight of his tearful eyes twisted in such raw desire makes you clench around nothing.

How can you tell him no? Especially when he grabs a handful of his own ass to spread himself like a slut. You only purr at the action, sadistic impulses melting away, now ready to give him everything he so desired.

And when you finally press the length of the toy to his hole, he’s thoroughly relaxed, taking you in without so much as a hitch. And when you’ve finally bottomed out, his pretty wine-colored eyes flutter open to gaze into yours, a soft and slightly self-satisfied smile etching onto his face. His expression crumples when you praise him for receiving you so well, and even more so when you give him an experimentally shallow thrust.

— Heavily prefers missionary because of the closeness and cus likes to see you, but he can be seduced into even the most humiliating positions. 

— Want him face down ass up? Just say the word and he’s assuming the position, presenting his cute ass to you and looking over his shoulder all shy when you take your time admiring him.  Blushes from his neck to his ears when you tell him to spread himself for you, eyes squeezed shut and face hidden in the blanket as he reluctantly complies. He stutters and pleads, “D-don’t say things like that, it’s embarrassing!” when you tell him his hole is cute <3

— Peg him in front of a mirror, make him watch his own debauched expressions as you fuck him senseless. Tanjiro is as obedient as they come, so when you order him to keep his eyes open, to look at how pretty he is, you can bet he’s moaning at his own ruined reflection.

— Intimacy is very important to Tanjiro, so no matter how filthily you’re fucking or how mean you are to him, he’ll want to hold your hand, to be praised when he’s doing well for you, to hear you say you love him.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— Takes the strap like he was born for it, only too eager to present himself to you. He’ll even wiggle his ass at you enticingly if you take too long, and almost always grinds back into the strap when you press it in the cleft of his ass. 

— Happily gives fauxjobs like he’s sucking a real dick, too cock-drunk to process that you can’t actually feel it. Press the tip of your strap to his kiss-bruised lips and watch as he parts them so eagerly, letting you fuck his throat raw. The idea of slicking up your fake cock to fuck him makes him leak and squirm, so helplessly turned on that he’s moaning around the toy as you fuck his face. And when he peeks up at you through those dewy blonde lashes, brown eyes nearly heart-shaped? 😵‍💫

— Favorite position has to be a mating press. He gets so excited when you press his legs to his chest, already rushing to thank you before you even put it in.

— And when you finally sink into his eager body, he keens so loud, head falling back as you slide home, filling him so completely. Whatever sense that may have remained is surely washed away by the overwhelming pleasure of your fake cock splitting him open.

— Zenitsu’s raging mommy kink is even more prominent when he’s bottoming, the name trickling out of his drooling lips before he can even think about what he’s saying. Because thoughts are for mommy not for babies, and he doesn’t have to worry about a thing while his mommy’s there to take care of him.

— He’ll beg you to make him cum on, “mommy’s cock” and loves to be coddled whilst you’re rearranging his guts, bullying that special spot inside him until he can’t possibly hold his seed in anymore. It feels like you’re forcing his orgasms out of him when you’re milking his prostate like this, fucking him so hard he’s being pushed up the bed by your thrusts.

“Is mommy making you feel good, baby?” You pry, knowing full well he hardly has any thoughts going through his pretty little head. He only moans in response, nodding frantically. He holds his legs up to his chest for you as you rut into him, brown eyes fully fixated where you’re connected, mesmerized by the sight of the toy sliding in and out of his stretched rim.

— Zenitsu needs lots of aftercare and reassurance afterward. He gets very emotional after his orgasm dies down, and is prone to subdrops with the sudden nosedive in endorphins. Cuddle him close to you, pet his hair, and remind him that you love him unconditionally. Sometimes you’ll be able to slip away to get a wet rag to wipe him down with and something for him to nibble on, but a lot of the time he’ll beg you to stay.

— Don’t skimp on praise either, he wants to know what a good job he did for you! Though if you go into lewd detail you might have his cock twitching back to life again and end up going one last lazy round.

“Thank you, mommy,” he sighs into the crook of your neck, still stuffed full of your strap and unwilling to move. “You always treat me so good, you know?”

“Anything for my baby boy, you deserve to be treated good~” you assure, scratching gently at his scalp with your nails. If he could purr, you’re sure he would be. Zenitsu can be a handful, but you’ll cradle him in your palms like the precious treasure that he is anyway.

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— Inosuke can't help but giggle uncontrollably when he first sees you in the harness, poking at your plastic cock with an amused grin.

"HAHA, YOU HAVE ONE TOO NOW!"

— He’ll be the best at it! The self-proclaimed “king of pegging,” though truthfully, he falls apart when you stuff him full of your cock. Doesn’t know what to do with himself once you’ve fully seated yourself within him, an arm thrown over his eyes and breathing shakily as he adjusts to being stretched in such a way.

— Gets very embarrassed at the whimpery-mewl he makes when you find his prostate, practically shoving his whole fist in his mouth to muffle the next decidedly humiliating noise.

— Wriggly as can be when you’re trying to prep him, panting and shoving his hips at you, trying to fuck himself on your fingers.

— As expected, he’s feral whilst you’re fucking him, his blunt nails clawing at your back, and strong legs locking around your waist so you can’t pull out. And if you slow to a grind, he’s whining, trying to guide your hips faster with desperate bucks of his own.

— Inosuke's never one to stay still and let you do all the work, always planting his feet to meet your thrusts halfway. You'll have to hold his hips still, even then he fights you, too lost in ecstasy to hear your scoldings. He only stops when your hand claps down on his ass hard enough to leave a bright red mark, yelping out loud.

"Be still, piggy. I don't wanna have to punish you," you chastize, gingerly ghosting your fingers over the handprint you left behind on his pale flesh. He whimpers, muscular thighs shaking with the effort to comply with your request. "There's a good boy."

Your praise makes him drool a bit, soaking the sheets with his spit as you jut your hips into his repeatedly. He tugs at his own hair to focus on staying still, squealing when a well-angled thrust finds his prostate dead on. His upper body goes limp, cheek pressed to the bed, and hips in the air. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

You grin at the puddle your feral lover has become in just a short time.

"You're so pretty when you're well-behaved for me, piggy," you coo, grinning when all you get is a breathless giggle in response. His emerald green eyes look almost vacant, a dopey smile splayed on his kiss-bruised lips that makes you purr.

It seems you've fucked him dumb.

— Sounds almost pained when he cums, crying out hoarsely as he shakes and jerks with every vicious pulse. He clenches so hard around the toy you can hardly move at all and grabs at your hips to keep you from pulling out as he rides out his orgasm. Even after he's finished cumming, he doesn't want you to leave him empty. If he had his way, he'd fall asleep whilst warming your fake cock.

— Tanjiro and Zenitsu always give him strange looks when he's walking funny the next day and he only turns red when they ask why. Insisting that it was, "none of your business underlings!"

𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐎

— Bratty, sensitive, and growly the whole way through. Is practically glowering at you with those piercing red eyes as you spread him open and stretch him on your fingers. His glare only cracks when you brush over his prostate for the first time, mouth hanging ajar at the intense feeling.

— Prepare to dodge kicks to the head when he catches you staring, only baring his fangs at you when you scold him. Because who the hell are you to tell him what to do?

— Gets irritated if you spend too long on foreplay, impatiently fucking himself on your fingers and gritting his teeth when it’s not enough. Demands you to get on with it, to which you can only roll your eyes and comply, lest he changes his mind about letting you peg him at all.

— The best part is how his bitching cuts off the moment you slide home, the kanji for ‘anger’ glaring at you as he sticks his tongue out and moans like a bitch.

— Don’t try to take it slow with him, he won’t have it.

“Cut the lovey-dovey shit out and fuck me already.”

— Sekido wants you to be rough with him, so don’t be shy to manhandle him how you want him. Pull his head up by the hair when he can’t hold it up by himself anymore and tell him what a good slut he’s being for you, how he’s your favorite hole to fill even with his horrible attitude. Dig your nails into him, scratch your name into his flesh. He’s an upper-rank demon, it’ll heal in an instant.

— WE GOT A BITER! Seriously watch your neck cus he has a tendency to go for the jugular without much care for breaking the skin. Buries his fangs into your neck or shoulder when he’s close to cumming, and laps mindlessly at your blood as he tips over the edge. Growling and snarling possessive nonsense into your marred flesh as he quakes around the toy.

“You look pretty like this,” you purr and he jerks his head to the side at your praise, avoiding your enthralled gaze. At first, he tries to ignore you, but you take hold of his jaw and force him to look at you just as the tip of the toy grazes his prostate. His kanji-inscribed irises nearly rolled in their sockets, an aborted mewl toppling from his lips.

“Fuck! r-right there.”

“Aw, does that feel good, Sekido?” you can’t help but tease, and the threatening glare he fixes you with only adds to your amusement. “It looks like it does~”

“Shut up!” he spits, eyes squeezing shut when you throw a leg over your shoulder and angle your thrusts directly for his sweet spot. “I’ll kill you if you stop!”

— The more death threats you receive the closer he is to cumming <3

𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐈

— Urogi is not only eager to receive any sort of pleasure but quite demanding about it. He’s already high on the endorphins of your mere presence. So long as you're giving him all your attention, he doesn't much care what you do to him.

— Giggles between moans, sounding delirious as you fuck him stupid on your strap. Watch the talons, he’s less than careful with them, especially when he’s being fucked within an inch of his life. And he’s not very apologetic when you point out the angry red scratches he leaves down your back.

— Equal parts compliant and bratty. He ultimately just wants to get off, but he gets immense joy out of picking on you, so he can be a handful and a half. His wings are sensitive though, so if you ever want to make him talk less and squeal more, just bury your hands in the downy feathers and watch his jaw go slack with bliss. Changes his tune so quickly.

“H-hey wait, not my— ahn! That’s not fair you— oh, fuck! You know they’re sensitive!” Urogi whines as you caress the prickly appendages with your nimble fingers, delighted with how he quivers all over from the attention.

— His wings often curl around you when you’ve got him on his back, brushing up against your shoulders. He coos at you when you nuzzle your face into them, eliciting a satisfied, avian trill from the demon beneath you.

— Praise him as you peg him! Tell him what gorgeous wings he has, how pretty his long black hair is when you've got a fistful of it, how he makes the most intoxicating expressions for you. His golden eyes are rolling back into his head, a delirious smile painting his lips as your hands graze his neglected dick. He thrives off of your affirming words, so impossibly joyful to have your focus.

— Urogi is predictably loud when he’s bottoming, sobbing, mewling, and giggling as you fuck his brains out. A screamer if you get him worked up enough, which isn’t very hard, because he’s more sensitive than he lets on. Though his moans get so shrill they hurt your ears a bit, he sounds so pretty with his voice all high-pitched that you hardly care if your ears bleed.

— Not afraid to climb into your lap and fuck himself silly on your strap and we love him for that <333 even flaps his wings when his legs start to turn into jelly. Moans so sluttily when you fuck up into him from below, leaning forward to drape himself over you and bite and suck at the tender flesh of your throat.

𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔

— Aizetsu is built to be pinned down and pegged actually, and looks a damned treat when he’s stuffed full of your strap. He’s so pretty it hurts. He’s amazingly pliant beneath your hands, shyly presenting himself to you and melting into a blissed-out puddle of a demon when you stretch him unhurriedly on your fingers.

— Constantly murmuring about how good it feels, especially when you find his prostate, going slack-jawed when you focus on that spot.

— Aizetsu’s tune changes when you finally sink the toy into him, suddenly crying out how it’s, “too much!” or that it’s going to break him. But his traitorous hips grind back onto you regardless of his protests, cock drooling pre all over your hand as you stretch him impossibly wide on your plastic cock.

— Treat him gently. Rock into him slowly but purposefully, reminding him how precious he is to you. Compliment him enough and you might be able to coax him to keep his eyes open, peering up at you through his wet lashes and a dark blush over his pretty face.

“D-don’t look at me like that,” your sweet demon lover whines, and you only quirk a brow, hips slowing to a methodical grind. He hisses, shoving his hips at you in protest.

“Look at you like what? ‘Zetsu?” you ask, teasing him with a leisurely pace a while longer before speeding up again. His face contorts in bliss, kanji-inscribed irises tipping up and tongue slithering out to lick over his fangs. Your pupils dilate at the lewd expression he’s making, lips parted in slight awe of this gorgeous man beneath you. You look at him like he’s the loveliest creature to walk the earth, and his heart clenches, tears springing to his eyes again.

“Like that! Like you… fuck like you’re gonna- oh gods fuck. Mmh! Not- so- fast! I’m- g-gonna- cum!” He cries out, his words punctuated by particularly harsh thrusts into his greedy hole. His walls cling to you with every retreat, making it harder to pull out and shove the toy back in.

“Yeah, that’s the idea,” you pant, tongue dipping out to swipe over your lips as you watch him fall apart with dark fascination.

— Aizetsu cries, cries, and cries when he cums from his prostate for the first time, shaking and sobbing inconsolably as he experiences what has to be the most intense orgasm of his life.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐔

— Dare I say most eager of the clones to be pegged? 👀 Karaku has no shame to speak of, so when you propose the idea to peg him, tapping your index fingers together all shyly, he’s ready to bend over at that exact moment. It’s a little funny actually, how needy he is to be filled, especially after he gets a taste of prostate stimulation.

“Hurry up! I’m starving here,” Karaku complains, and you only roll your eyes. Karaku referred to pleasure rather strangely, like it was something to be eaten. He always seemed more like an incubus than a demon. The eager way he eats you out as if he was trying to feed off of your excitement surely made it seem that way.

You smooth a hand over his plump behind and lower back, hand smearing lube over your strap, and then dipping into his hole to slick his insides as well. Karaku shivers violently, walls clenching down on your fingers, trying to keep them inside. He growls lowly as they retreat, but his hips wiggle in excitement as your plastic cock replaces your digits.

— Karaku moans like a whore when he's stuffed full of your fake cock, arching and trying to contort his body to be able to see you sinking in and out of him in every position. Mans is impossibly flexible, so you can fold him into just about any position.

— I wouldn't say Karaku is picky about how he's getting fucked, but he certainly knows what he likes, and he'll direct you where he needs you if you let him. Knows just how to angle his hips to have you scraping against his walls just right, upper body nearly going limp when you find his prostate.

— I'm sure it's a given that he's a nymphomaniac that isn't happy unless he's getting fucked. The bright side to that is you can curb his bitchiness and bloodlust by tempting him with promises to fuck him senseless.

[glorious-sunset]

Reflections on Ep. 4 of LBFAD on rewatch

Arbiter Hall: In Xiao Lanhua’s (XLH) dream, DongFang QingCang (DFQC) is kneeling and begging for mercy from Changheng (CH) :D What a vivid imagination she has! When she enacts the Battle of Two Tribes for her plant spirit friends later this episode she also claims that DFQC was “beaten black and blue, kneeling and begging for mercy!” Hearing this was bad enough for the real DFQC. How lucky that he can’t see her dreams! :D

In her dream, CH blames her for not reporting the presence of a criminal at Arbiter Hall and is about to execute her as well. She wakes up trembling with so much fear that even DFQC wakes up trembling and gasping for breath! She could easily send a message from Arbiter Hall reporting him but despite her great fear, would never consider this an option after he saved her life in Haishi. She now considers that both CH and DFQC have saved her life and is loyal to them both. (Actually, Siming made up the story about CH persuading her to keep XLH. Siming is fully aware of XLH’s real identity and would never have considered disposing of her). XLH does gently encourage DFQC a few times to turn himself in, but does this for his own interest – she fears that if he is caught, he will be executed, but if he turns himself in, he will only need to complete his sentence then he can live freely. She has already forgiven him for strangling her during their first encounter, reasoning that his imprisonment made him aggressive. He came for her and saved her from a definite demise after that, didn’t he? If not for him, she wouldn’t even be here right now.

Arbiter Hall, Day 2: At 5am the next morning, DFQC enters her room to demand that she repair the destiny leaf, now. He regards her sleeping form and face for a few moments. Her plump cheeks are rather cute. He pokes one of them to wake her, but when she complains, squeezes them both, protesting “I don’t have time to waste with you! Now you…” but he is forced to teleport into the greenhouse before he can finish his sentence. “What black magic has Xiao Hua Yao cast on me now?!” D:

He is forced to spend the next several hours counting 8,452 flowers, although he pretends to Shangque (SQ) that he chose to do this to improve his vitality as a warlord :D Any lesser being would be reduced to tears at this dizzying torture. SQ, go get the Xilan scroll! Hurry!

They examine the Xilan scroll. Disaster!! He has to obey her every command, and there is yet no clue on how to escape this nightmare.

At 9am, XLH wakes to find him bitterly proclaiming that there are 8,452 flowers in her greenhouse. After controlling him like a fool, she has the audacity to laugh at him and call him naïve for following her casual suggestion!! But when he explains that every word she says is very important to him, she is very touched. In fact, he is very attentive to every word she says. Both their stomachs are now rumbling (DFQC’s last meal was 30,000 years ago!) so she invites him to stay for breakfast.

DFQC is in the process of truthfully (and proudly) answering her question about his identity, but soon receives several hints that she might not be willing to repair the destiny leaf for him if she knew who he really was. He does not directly lie, but lets her believe that he is DongFang Qiang after she sneezes and mishears his name. “Don’t you know about the Battle of Two Tribes?” (Excuse me, he was the feature of that battle!) “Da Qiang! DongFang QingCang caused a lot of trouble for the whole of Shuiyuntian!”

XLH has now upgraded her nickname for him from the insulting “little celestial criminal” to “Big Qiang” (Da Qiang), the transition from little to big reflecting the growth of her regard for him. She affectionately calls him Da Qiang from now on. His nickname for her, “Xiao Hua Yao”, little flower demon, is his appraising way of calling her a wicked little flower, or a flower with thorns.

XLH feels bad for his misfortune in sharing the surname of the infamous deceased DongFang QingCang, so hastens to cheer him up. She tells him he is lucky to have had parents, that he is a much better person than DongFang QingCang, and looks much more handsome than him! It’s no news to viewers that he is surpassingly attractive, but he scoffs at the idea that she is comparing him to himself :D Oh dear! He didn’t realise that she was actually comparing him to a green goblin with lice and bad breath :D And she made a valid point that he hasn’t bathed in thousands of years :(

When XLH gently suggests that he turn himself in, he stares hungrily at her while describing how DFQC likes to eat fair and chubby fairies with soft skin and tender flesh (he is referring to how he finds her plump cheeks and creamy skin appealing). He has thus reciprocally expressed his attraction to her in a very twisted way as he is not even consciously aware of it yet :D

DFQC has now gone from “I have no time to waste with you” to completely forgetting his mission! What other lies have Shuiyuntian been spreading about him?! He finds several books around Arbiter Hall and wastes no time in perusing them. He stays close to XLH and rarely lets her out of his sight. Inspired by their breakfast conversation, she also reads, about the Battle of Two Tribes and other historical battles. They chat and she learns that his parents have passed and he has no family in Shuiyuntian (hence why she later refers to him as a homeless dog! :D ). His company has XLH in exceptionally high spirits all day. Although he is grouchy, he is quite respectful and very attentive. She feels comfortable around him and leans into him while showing him how to make festival pastries.

DFQC does not trust anyone, but as XLH’s feelings are projected onto him through the one-heart curse, he discovers that she reads like an open book, completely guileless and innocent. He now feels he can somewhat trust her. Her insulting descriptions of DongFang QingCang continuously make his blood boil! But when he glares at her in anger and she flinches in shock, he regrets his actions and cannot blame her for the indoctrination she received from Shiyuntian.

DFQC asks XLH about her torn portrait of CH. She gasps, suddenly realising that for the first time she can remember, she hadn’t thought about CH even once that day (despite her dream about him last night!). She excuses herself and runs off, feeling she has betrayed CH somehow by enjoying the company of another man.

DFQC complains to SQ that he wasted the whole day with Xiao Hua Yao (you decided to do that DFQC! :D ), that repairing the destiny leaf is again postponed, that he needs the heart-hiding hairpin to protect himself from XLH’s charms, oh, and draw me a bath SQ, I am very upset at being described as an unhygienic troll. DFQC fills his bath with enticing fragrances so he can smell appealing. Ha, see if that damned little flower demon can compare him to a green-skinned goblin now!

Meanwhile, XLH speaks to Cloud Whale, whose soothing calls are frequently heard even at remote Arbiter Hall (they are heard four or more times during this episode). She has never seen Cloud Whale but has read about him and likes to imagine that he can hear her when she speaks to him. Since her master left hundreds of years ago, this unseen whale has been the only one she can talk to at night when loneliness hits her especially hard. She tells him, “although Da Qiang always loses his temper, isn’t that bright and refers to himself as benzuo, I think he is not that bad. He probably did not make a big mistake.” She smiles happily at the thought that he can now live freely.

Unpacking this appraisal, he loses his temper – this is the worst thing he does from this point, but always for good reason. He is not actually evil. He’s not that bright (?!) – he’s dense about emotions and understanding what might happen if they share a bed (both not his fault), but is otherwise exceptionally intelligent (his flawless recreation of Arbiter Hall alone is a work of genius). Refers to himself as benzuo (this seat of power, or this position). This is a bitter address of himself acknowledging that he does not belong to himself, but to his responsibilities. Probably did not make a big mistake – XLH never asks him why he was imprisoned. To her, it does not matter, as it is in the past, and she is appraising him based on how he currently presents himself.

Cloud Whale is very important to XLH, thus DFQC making it possible for her to finally see him in ep. 5 is of huge significance!

Arbiter Hall, Day 3: The next day, XLH faints while trying to repair Lady Chidi’s destiny leaf, and DFQC’s genuine concern for her is written all over his face. He may have claimed twice in this episode that he would “kill that damned Xiao Hua Yao” once he breaks her curse, but these are empty words. It’s nice that DFQC relies on SQ’s Chinese medicine skills, it makes them a great team and humanises him. Sweat beads on SQ’s forehead as he predicts that it may take three, five or a hundred years to fully cure XLH (DFQC, being the overachiever that he is, fully cures her in a week though! :D )

Arbiter Hall, Day 4: XLH sleeps through to the next morning and finds it strange that Da Qiang didn’t come to wake her (he is off collecting ten times the amount of dew he needs to :D ). She gets more and more worried as she is unable to find him. While she searches, CH arrives with the Immortal Pill he has poured his heart and soul into, and we see him smile happily! His smile is so sweet and rare, but his brother is always on standby to wipe it off his face anytime he dares feel even a glimmer of happiness. He is summoned to Yunzhong Water Pavillion without even a glimpse of his secret crush.

Here is a link to my episode 5 review (contains spoilers). All of my LBFAD articles and episode reviews can be viewed with the tag #lbfad reflections (hyperlinked) and the table of contents to these is here.

[wol-fica]

《𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂》 - Chapter II

summary - Wednesday can’t seem to get her mind off of the brand new fallen angel…

warnings - some blood, talk of knives

an - Ch I

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Lateritious - the color of brick-red, usually achieved by sunburn or becoming flustered. 

Right now, Wednesday was lateritious. Her usual tanned skin was a lovely shade of red while a small embarrassed frown graced her lips. Flirting usually does nothing to her, but after a certain girl’s annoying escapades, she has seemed to turn into a tomato. 

Wednesday found out her name, the girl from Jericho. It was pretty easy since Enid suspected that Wednesday had gained an infatuation and decided it would be a grand idea to help her out.

Her name is Jasper Edison, previously a resident of Greenfield High School before she transferred to Nevermore due to “abnormal apendigies”. She is 5’9 with a 5.2 GPA, beating Wednesday’s 5.1, and has held straight A’s since she was in preschool.  

See, she was a muse, an agitating stimulus whose soul purpose was to bother Wednesday in ways only God could foresee. Her little quips and remarks made Wednesday feel the overwhelming urge to hurl all over her typewriter and throw herself out of a ten story window. 

Jasper’s smug smile made Wednesday want to strangle the life out of her while forcing her eyes open so she would have to watch Wednesday end her. The stupid freckles that dusted across her face; she wanted to nail each with a hammer and record Jasper bleeding out while Wednesday giggled happily. 

God forbid her laugh, it was like a knife slicing through the air, an irritating whinny that pierced Wednesday’s ears so aggressively that even she cringed in discomfort. And what in the world was the deal with her eyes? They seemed to glow, a nice sunny yellow that made  Wednesday nauseous, and not in a good way. 

Jasper was just so annoying, and it pissed her off. Wednesday hated it, she hated the way Jasper’s dimples showed when she smiled, Wednesday hated how Jasoer blushed nervously when speaking to her, Wednesday hated how cute Jasper looked when she spoke about things she enjoyed, she hated the way Jasper treated everyone so kindly even if she had a bad day, Wednesday hated how the sun always illuminated Jasper’s features so well, and Wednesday especially hated how Jasper encapsulated her mind. 

Every morning Wednesday cursed the higher powers above for making her dream of her. Jasper was a blessing from heaven but deserved to be dragged into the pits of burning hell; Wednesday would personally escort her if she could. 

“Hi Wednesday!” She would say it everyday at lunch, all with a smile on her face. 

Enid, who is equally as infuriating as Jasper, has decided to speak her input on how Wednesday is feeling about her. She believed that Wednesday indeed did not hate Jasper, but actually had a crush.

“Wednesday just admit it, you like her!” Enid said as she swept their bedroom floor. 

“Liking someone is a waste of my time.” Wednesday deadpanned, aggressively typing away on her typewriter, “Besides, she irritates me.” 

“I don’t think you are aware of how much of a crush you have.” Enid chirped, now organizing her drawers full of rainbow vomit. 

Wednesday sent her a glare, a small warning that screamed ‘Keep talking about this and I'll slit your throat’. She refused to acknowledge if she had feelings or not, and even if she did, she would do everything in her power to lose them. 

“I’m aware that I have multiple knives in multiple places in this easily crossible room.” Wednesday snarled.

That made Enid shut up.

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“…and that is the formula for Planck’s Constant…”

Wednesday yawned as her chemistry teacher droned on about formulas and whatever else he was saying, it didn’t matter to her anyways as her attention was focused on something completely different.

Her black-souled eyes were trained in on the stunning ferrari-red locks that sat two sets to her right and one seat up. 

Jasper was slightly hunched over, which was horrible for her back, and seemed to be focused on her drawing rather than the lecture. The sun, conveniently shining through a small window, had a ray of light focused on her  face. Her two snow-white streaks of hair seemed to glow as she lazily scribbled down sketches on her notebook.

“And that concludes my lesson, have a wonderful lunch everyone!” The teacher said right as the bell rang.

Wednesday sighed, finally looking away from Jasper to pack up her things and make her way out of the room. She made her way out, pushing past a group of “popular” girls congregating at the door, and proceeded to run face first into a wall of feathers.

Instantly her head flew back and up, her eyes wide as images flashed through her head. A river, it’s water rushing and wild. Blood dripping onto hands interlocking over a rock. Crows cawing eerily as a pair of yellow eyes stared into her soul…

“Woah, you okay?” A voice snapped Wednesday out of her vision, causing her to look around in confusion.

Jasper stood in front of her with a concerned look on her face, her golden eyes searching Wednesday's black ones for any disturbance or discomfort. Suddenly, Wednesday registered the fact that Jasper’s arms were around her waist.

“I…uhm…” Wednesday was quite literally speechless, the feeling of Jasper holding her was restricting her ability to speak words. 

“Do you need to go to the nurse? Your dorm? I can take you wherever you need to go.” 

Jasper was being so kind, so considerate. Most people would laugh or take advantage of her in this situation, but not Jasper. She was gentle and helpful, keeping her wings around the two of them so Wednesday could have privacy and not be publicly embarrassed to all of her classmates. 

Wednesday stood up sharply, discarding all of her thoughts, and straightened herself out. 

“I’m fine, though I appreciate you catching me.” She stated, forcing herself to appear neutral.

“It’s no big deal.” Jasper said with a smile, though she still looked unsure, “You’re sure you don’t need the nurse? Should I call Enid?” 

Jasper was already reaching for her phone when Wednesday impulsively grabbed her wrist to stop her. She was close, really really close; noses almost brushing while her foot was between Jasper’s.

“No need, I'll be okay.” She mumbled, gazing at Jasper for a moment before hurrying off to the Quad.

‘This is stupid; I’m so stupid.’ 

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[iamthecomet]

maybe I need to start signing my anons cause I always come to you with Dew angst thoughts 😭 today's agenda: Dew doesn't understand cuteness aggression so when he sees fan comments saying they're going to microwave him or push him over he thinks people hate him and Swiss and Aether have to explain to him that they're really words of love

Please never stop coming into my ask box with angsty Dew thoughts I love them. (Even though it takes me forever to get to them, I'm sorry). Dew spends too much time on his phone, scrolling through performance videos (analyzing himself for things he did wrong, no doubt). And sometimes he reads the comments. And you know he's shocked at first. Like.."why do all these people hate me. What did I do? They want to eat me? Microwave me? Put me in a jar and shake me up? Step on me? What the FUCK?" And he's mad at first. Easier to be mad than hurt. And he just pretends he didn't see it. That it doesn't matter. What the fuck do all those fans know anyway. But it eats at him. And eventually, it comes out. I bet it's Swiss who tells him first. Chronically online. He understands the way people talk. Videos of him are filled with people saying they want to strangle him. And Swiss it trying not to chuckle to himself as he strokes Dew's hair and explains that all of these people wanting to "gnaw on him like a chew toy" is actually their way of saying they love him. That they love him so much they can't contain it or express it in normal means. Like a more eloquent key smash. And maybe it takes a bit for Dew to rewire his brain about those comments, but soon he's reading them on every video. Laughing to himself. Comparing the violent comments with Swiss in an endless competition of whose fans are more unhinged.

[manofmanymons]

may you share some takuma x kaito hcs i am in drought and dying

Yeesus do I need to start writing about them again is the takuma x kaito fandom okay al;kfjdaklj I thought was getting too annoying about them but maybe not???

first things first in case you missed any of the other times I rambled aggressively about them

here's the most recent time someone asked about them <3

here's a post from that time someone (multiple someones? all the same anon? I'll never know) was asking about marriage hcs 💍

here's a time I was just randomly babbling about them :P

this isn't a hc but just a scene that haunts my brain a lot >w<

this post talks about multiple ships but they're in it 💃🏻

here is a short fic that's like 90% just me shoving hcs in your face 📝

and since we're already shamelessly self plugging here's the first thing I ever wrote about them teehee

OKAY SO

GETTING TO THE ACTUAL POST NOW LMAO

several pre-relationship hcs

Dracmon knows the idiots are crushing on each other before either of them figures it out. Agumon can tell that there's something different about the way Takuma talks about Kaito but he's not sure exactly what it is.

Y'know that scene where if you pick the wrong dialogue, Kaito will get all pouty if Takuma says people would like him more if he softened up his speech or looks a little? I imagine Kaito might briefly worry about if Takuma would actually like him better that way. In the end he doesn't change, obviously, but the realization that he likes someone enough that he considered changing for them for even a second gets him angry and a little embarrassed. How dare Takuma make him have Stupid feelings.

Literally every single one of their friends (and most of the kemonogami) knows Kaito has a crush on Takuma. They have the restraint not to make fun of him for it, but they very much ALL know. They'll even try to subtly (why does that not look like a real word) play wingman for him, making excuses for why those two should be alone together or asking Takuma about his thoughts on romance and if he likes anybody. Takuma only realizes that's what they were doing in hindsight years later. Kaito never notices even though he's the one they were trying to help lmao.

At least some of them have bet on how long it would take them to get together.

Fuck it I don't talk nearly enough about idiot pining Kaito. He likes Takuma so much it's embarrassing. Miu has sent pictures to their friends' secret groupchat that doesn't have Kaito or Takuma in it of the stupid way he smiles when Takuma texts him. Ryo caught him on video trying to strangle Takuma for calling him adorable once. He will secretly replay the part of the video where Takuma calls him adorable when he's alone because he likes hearing it. Lowkey sped past the cute, silly "butterflies in your stomach" kind of crush straight to the "my heart hurts when you're here yet aches worse when you're gone" kinda head over heels. He would die before admitting it, even to Dracmon. We love a boy who's just a tiny bit pathetic alkdja

I swear I'm not tryna be hardcore delulu playing the game with ship goggles on but like...Every time I think about that time where he gets mad at Takuma for being too close to Miu, but instead of complaining about him being too protective, Miu remarks that it looks like he really wanted to spend time with Takuma, it just kinda reads like he was perhaps a little bit jealous. Most mentally sane and emotionally stable way of expressing that you want your friend to pay attention to you.

I think it's hilarious that Kaito's voice is so goddamn deep for a 14 year old. I also think it a contributing factor to Takuma's crush on him. Like "wow that guy sounds cool."

Anywho, established relationship part

For the first few years post-canon, they keep going back and forth between who's taller. Takuma doesn't really mind either way, but Kaito hates being shorter. Solely because of how funny his reactions are, Takuma will jokingly call Kaito "little" whenever he's taller, even if it's only by 1cm. "My precious little boyfriend," "my little love," etc. Kaito hates this. He does not hate how happy Takuma sounds when he's saying it.

Usually when they're in public, people assume they're friends. Kaito is unbothered by this. Takuma does not like the way people look at his boyfriend. Again I really don't think he's the jealous type in the sense of ever legitimately worrying about anyone stealing his bf away or minding it when Kaito spends time with Not Him, but I could see him getting irritated if anyone openly stared at or god forbid flirted with his bf in front of him. Bc like real talk for a second, outside a shitty small town, you cannot tell me that no one aged 13-17 would crush on Kaito just from looking at him. Way too many angsty teens in the world.

Freaking cat boy constantly lies on top of whatever Takuma's working on and falls asleep.

They are secretly both the "would you still love me if I was a worm" boyfriend.

Bf who overthinks x bf who rarely thinks things through

Obsessed with Takuma constantly thinking of 2-4 different ways to respond during conversations being how he actually thinks and not just a game mechanic. The patience it takes for Kaito to cope with being stared blankly at for 10 seconds after asking for a kiss bc Takuma's too busy wondering if he should ⬅️ tell him he doesn't need to ask next time, ⬆️ just kiss him, or ➡️ ask if he's sure he wants one. As if Kaito didn't already feel dorky enough for asking. "Why would he ask?" HE'S ALLOWED TO PROPERLY ARTICULATE WHAT HE WANTS SOMETIMES INSTEAD OF WAITING AROUND FOR TAKUMA TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE OKAY BUT HE WAS STILL SCARED OF DOING IT WITHOUT ASKING FIRST

Dracmon really does trust Takuma a lot and is more or less the captain of this ship. He still threatened to kill him if he ever hurt his partner when they first got together. Even when your bestie can turn into a mechanical dragon with cannons, something about a 10+ foot demon pointing a gun at you and telling you he would not hesitate if you screwed this up will really set ya straight.

Most of the time they hang out, they do whatever Takuma wants to. It sounds bad, but Kaito just really hates making decisions and really likes being around Takuma regardless of what they're doing. It took Kaito confirming this for Takuma's mom to stop getting on him about it though.

As close as they are, Takuma knows and doesn't mind that there are some things Kaito is always going to want to do with Miu instead of him, and Kaito knows and doesn't mind that there are some things Takuma is always going to want to do with Minoru.

Uhhh they are,,,very silly. Kaito high key one of those kids who decided he was too old for a lot of things when he was still really young, so sometimes Takuma has to force him to act his age and/or make up for lost childhood. Of course, Takuma himself has a tendency to think he's older than he actually is, but sometimes Kaito sounds so much like a tired adult that even he knows that's not normal.

Kaito has a lot of biases regarding how dumb he thinks romance is that he has to get over now that he's in a relationship. He's about to call someone else's big romantic gesture stupid until Takuma comments on how sweet it is and he has to go "yeah, real cute" instead. He's trying his best guys he really is.

...Several love songs have wormed their way into his playlists since dating Takuma. Some were even there since back when he just had a crush. Many are a result of Takuma sending him songs and saying "this made me think of you." Don't tell anyone. He only listens to rock and metal, he swears.

Sorry besties I cannot think of anything else rn I'm sure there's more but I'm eepy

[nimbasawizard]

I love my hatterene so much, I love it when she gives me the death stare because no matter how angry she is it's so cute. How do I convince her to stop strangling me when I start thinking about doing my work though, I need to do that to get money!

Anon I do not think you should have a hatterene. This is why people aren't advised to catch members of the line from the wild once they evolve into hattrem. They also do better with calmer people overall, but if they're trained right and socialized as hattenna it shouldn't matter much. Hattenna are sensitive to emotions and may get stressed and hide, but they aren't aggressive at all.

If you can't regulate your emotions or evolved them without taking a lot of time and effort to train them, then this happens, and it's dangerous for both you and the pokemon to keep them.

There are programs that train the line to be used to emotions, especially strong ones, and react in ways other than violence or even just not react at all. Generally advised to get a hattenna or hattrem from them. Hatterene are almost never given to trainers in their final form because they're so high maintenance and need to get used to your emotions before they get to a point where you cannot fight back.

Archmage has never given me a "deathglare" or attacked me while I was stressed.

[ducktracy]

GREAT NEWS!

Cumia reticulata is a real type of sea snail that drinks the blood of fish at night while they’re asleep using a long proboscis that can grow thrice as long as their bodies :) it’s a pale-type gastropod too! So if you ever needed a halloween-type ‘cat’…

SEA FACT ANON!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS. i am so sorry for metaphorically having left you on read for many months. i'm actually sticking to my word for once and am going to clear out my inbox by answering anything that's still relevant because i want to be social again! i want to interact with my followers and that INCLUDES YOU! i haven't had a chance to respond to these facts, but i swear they have made me so happy to read and look at. which is why i'm making this post and slapping every single sea life fact you've sent! THE SEA CREATURE INDEX! so THANK YOU!!! THIS IS SO CUTE. i love the work that you are doing.

without further ado: SEA CREATURE FACTS

Sea creature fact of the day! Dermechinus horridus is an odd looking urchin that resembles a potted cactus, being much taller than it is wide. Because of this, it is sometimes called "the cactus urchin", though looking that up gets a cactus called "the urchin cactus", so be wary. Unusually among sea urchins, they are believed to be filter feeders!

Today's sea life fact : the queen eider may look like a normal duck, but her male counterpart (the king eider) has a square shaped, flat, colorful head!

Sealife fact of the day!: There are no maggots or beetles in the ocean, unfortunately, but the bone-eating worms play an important role in decomposition in their stead! They live on and bore into whale bones to eat the sweet, tasty lipids inside :) They're an annelid, like earthworms and leeches, making them pretty much a 'true worm' (if such a thing exists).

I almost forgot—bone-eating worms don't have a gut or a mouth. They digest with bacteria on their 'roots'! :)

SEALIFE FACT of the day: There are actually two living species of coelacanth, the more well-known African coelacanth and the Indonesian coelacanth. The African coelacanth is noted for being a beautiful blue, while the Indonesian coelacanth is a drab brown, and both have spots :) Despite being called coelacanths, they do not belong to the namesake genus of Coelacanthus (which went extinct in the Early Triassic), though they are ironically well-known And despite their fame, both species are under threat...with the African coelacanth in particular being critically endangered ):

SEA LIFE FAFT to celebrate Sponge Bob: There are many kinds of jellyfish! The main groups are the platonic, passive jellyfish you see often in aquariums, the more aggressive box jellyfish which are active predators with over 200 eyes, and the stalked jellyfish. Stalked jellyfish are weird–rather than swimming freely like their counterparts, they stay in a fixed place for basically ever! Then there's the immortal jellyfish...this one can live theoretically forever, since it can just bring itself back to polyp (the baby form of a jellyfish) when threatened. Of course, this is not counting for things like sickness or being eaten anyway. Then there are jellyfish that don't sting...like the deep-sea Stygiomedusa, which uses its long, dark, cloak-like tentacles to strangle prey to death instead :)

SEA LIFE FACT OF THE DAY: in the SpongeBob episode "Feral Friends", SpongeBob is depicted as crawling, though sea sponges at the time were believed to be entirely sessile. Of course, it wouldn't really be appealing to have the main character transform into basically a houseplant with pores, so it was an understandable change and did not negatively impact the quality of the episode. BUT! In the following years, there actually was discovered to be sea sponges that crawled!

and lastly:

Do you think Bikini Bottomites would make horror movies about the dreaded "tongue-eating lice"?

^ I ABSOLUTELY HOPE SO. i would most certainly watch a movie about this. instead of "don't let the bed bugs bite" do they say 'don't let the tongue-eating lice" bite? much to consider...

THANK YOU SEA CREATURE ANON! i know this isn't the most ideal way to answer this but i sincrely appreciate and admire your dedication and checking in with these fascinating factoids!!!! i love learning new things and love sharing the wealth, so i'm just VERY THANKFUL FOR YOU THIS IS FUN AND SWEET :') so thank you! sorry for having left you on hold for so long! but now everyone can indulge in your wisdom. AND A DUCK FACT HERE TOO!! you get me!

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 38 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

It's now a few days later and Lucien has been declared comatose.

His vitals are thankfully stable, not that it provides any relief for Daemon.

He goes to the hospital constantly to check if his father is okay, if the doctors and nurses are doing their jobs correctly.

I go with him whenever I can.

I don't have anyone I can call a parent but I can only imagine how much distress Daemon is in seeing his in a hospital bed.

And now that I think about it Lucien is the closest thing I have to a father and yeah, I'm really worried too.

Sick with it, sometimes.

And when my mate is upset and sad and I'm upset and sad, things get really tense and stressful without them meaning to be.

The other day we had a small argument about how he saw Jay's arm around me when he picked me up from a hangout with my friends.

Of course, I apologized immediately but then he was asking all these questions about why an Alpha is hanging out with a group of three omegas or if I let Jay touch me like that all the time.

Of course, I started to cry and then he felt bad so we just hugged and decided not to talk about it anymore.

It didn't feel great that we didn't resolve it, though.

Then another time he was in a really bad mood after getting in an argument at work so I offered to have sex, thinking it would help him blow off some steam.

He did not react well.

He didn't like that I'd basically told him 'use me.'

He took it as an insult to his character.

Yeah, I think I definitely hurt him with that one.

So, things haven't been the best between us.

But it's not like he's treating me badly.

And we sleep in the same bed every night.

And even if everything feels wrong in the world, if I can fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, I'm okay.

Right now we're at Lucien's house in the living room.

I sit with Tristan on the couch, who Daemon says is the only alpha he can trust me with, besides Lucien.

My friends call him overprotective but my mate being so devoted to my safety is actually really cute to me.

I laugh at a meme Lylah sent to the group chat, quickly typing out a reply when Tristan switches on the TV.

I don't bother to look up until I hear a strangled scream coming from the speakers, jerking my head up to see Tristan's put on a horror movie.

A man is chained to a wall, being tortured by a robed figure in a mask.

The figure whips out a twisted looking blade and slices off the man's earlobe.

Blood splatters everywhere, the man screaming again and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.

My breaths become shallow as my gaze is locked on the screen.

My body feels frozen and I can't look away.

'That used to happen to me.'

I don't believe it. That can't be true.

'I used to be locked up for days on end. I used to be tortured by a man who had complete ownership over me.'

My heart is thundering so fast it feels like I'll faint.

My throats closed up and I can't breathe, overcome by fear.

It feels like I'm back in that horrible place.

Back where my stepfather can hurt me.

It can't be real.

Please don't let it be real.

I am not the boy that used to grovel at my stepfather's feet, blood on my back as I begged to be let out.

No. No.

'No no no no no no.'

Suddenly Daemon is there, aggressively snatching the remote from Tristan's hands.

"Turn that shit off," he growls angrily.

The screen flashes before going dark.

His voice has brought me back to the present and I sit there trembling, watching everything unfold with watery eyes.

"What the fuck did I do?" Tristan yells.

He stands up, his Alpha responding to Daemon's.

My mate ignores him, immediately going to me.

His eyes fill with pain as he takes in the look on my face.

He carefully reaches for me and when he sees I don't tense up in fear, he takes me into his arms, letting me bury my face in his chest.

"I guess I'm chopped liver, then," I hear Tristan snap.

"Don't ever show something like that to my mate again," Daemon bites back.

"He can't handle a little blood? You know what? You've become a fucking piece of work after finding your mate. Trying to rub it in my face how lucky you are, huh? I'm the one who's wanted a mate all these years, when you couldn't have cared less about having one. So fuck you, Daemon. Fuck this," Tristan shouts and then the front door is slamming shut with a deafening bang.

I flinch at the noise, hiding in Daemon's arms, despite the guilt flooding through me for what just happened.

I've done it again.

Caused so much trouble and drama for my mate.

Why am I so pathetic?

I'm the worst.

Without a word, Daemon picks me up and I cling to him like a koala, desperate to be attached to him.

He brings me upstairs and sets me down on the bed, intently observing me.

"Are you okay?"

"W-what about Tristan?" I ask, my bottom lip quivering.

"He'll be fine. I need to know if my mate is okay."

"I-I don't know," I say, barely above a whisper.

Daemons face softens and he sits down besides me.

"I'm hate that it's so... so easy for me to get like this," I whisper, tears pooling in my eyes. "Why can't I be normal?"

"Do you know how many times I've wished that?" Daemon rumbles out. "As many times as it took me to realize that no one is normal."

"I just wish I'd had a b-better chance," I sniffle. "A chance to not have had to go through that. I... I want be happy and not remember horrible things. But I can't and every time I think of him my body f-feels like it's rotting from the inside out. He took everything from me..."

I bury my face in my hands, my chest wracking with sobs.

My mate's big, warm arms surround me and I collapse into him, my body going limp.

"I'm so sorry," Daemon's voice is rough with anguish.

"I should've been there. Found you earlier and taken you away."

I shake my head.

"You didn't know, Daemon. I was so far away. In the enemy pack. You didn't..."

I break out into a sob, not able to finish my sentence.

He kisses my head, holding my tearful face to his, his brow creased in sadness and beyond that, anger.

Deep, broiling anger that I see simmering below the surface.

His body is tense beneath my fingertips, evidence of the effort he's making to restrain himself from letting his rage show.

"I will kill him with my own two hands," he growls. "I know that I can't erase him from your mind but I swear to you that I will take him off this earth forever and you will never have to fear him again."

"M-make it painful," I choke out. "Make him suffer."

"He will wish he was never born," Daemon assures me.

[pikachiee]

Sorry lol, I tend to hyper fixate way too much. But my brain kinda fosters so much lol.

Aww thanks! It just makes sense to me, vaggie and lutey look so similar to each other. And Adam named her lol.

Yeah, I'm really imagine her to be so much more hostile and aggressive. Like yes, before the spilt she was quite a violent person. But it was more simply encouraging violence than anything, and if anything her violent strike could be interpreted as " cute",

Like:

Lute ( brushing a young Vaggie's hair): do you remember what we do when we someone annoys us?

Vaggie ( deadpanned and bored): we kill em...

Lute: yes my little zygote! We bathe in their blood ahahaha hahahah!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! yes! Their screams would be music to us all!

( tbh I'm kinda brainrotting the mother/daughter relationship of lute and vaggie in this au. Lol)

also, idk, I think it would be funny if lute never calls vaggie by name. Preferring to call her "child" or whatever she thinks of, because, she... Well, she respects Adam's decision for the name of vaggie. And if she had to say her actual name, she would pronounce it the same way Adam does... Which.. is uh. Something.

That, and a part of me thinks that lute would ALWAYS refer to everyone by their title. She calls Charlie, "Vaggie's girlfriend", and she refers to Adam as " your father" ( to vaggie) and " the king" to everyone else. Lute believes deeply in respect, so to actively show lute how much she doesn't forgive Adam for whatever reason he has for leaving, vaggie exclusively calls Adam " Adam". Much to lute's dismay.

since Adam is gone, lute's violence turned so much more cold and aggressive. Also, while I think it's kinda fucked up, I do imagine lute would sleep with a photo/or portrait of Adam after he leaves.

Also, since lute taught Vaggie to be more aggressive. I'd imagine that would be something that vaggie needs to constantly work on. Like she gets so pissed off with the demons, and her first action is to strangle them.

That's why Vaggie actively grows out her hair, so that it " weirder" for her to fight. Since lute taught her how to fight with long hair lol. Also instead of sinners not respecting her ( like with Charlie), they are too scared of vaggie. They know just how aggressive her mother is, and know how Violent she can be:

Charlie: honey? Why do you always keep your hair so long?

Vaggie looks at her hair, and a flashback starts:

A very small Vaggie: why do you Always cut my hair Soo short mom??

Lute ( cutting her hair): because when you have short hair, then you're always ready to fight. You don't have to tie it up, or anything! You can't trust anyone here.. so, it's always best to be ready to kill.

The flashback ends, and it cuts back to Vaggie with a small smile on her face.

Vaggie: I trust my people... i trust you, and I trust this hotel.

Also when Adam was there, I'd imagine that demons would gravitate towards him more. Because let's face it... Adam is VERY charismatic and charming ( most of the time/ it's really him being an asshole that stops it.). And lute was always more of an iron fisted leader, they balanced each other out. But when Adam left, lute became more and more petty and withdrawn.

Bruh, I swear to God I'm gonna keep having more and more ideas about this au lol. It's just too perfect.

AU where Adam and lute switch places with lucifer and Lilith

[tender-rosiey]

WHAT THEY DO WHEN THEY MISS YOU

— (bsd version)

ᴀ/ɴ: YAYYYYYYYY, i slept the whole day today but i am done with the post so that’s good; i have to nag my project partners for their parts so god give me patience. i hope you like this guys! <33

KUNIKIDA DOPPO: he is a man who likes order and discipline so when he misses you, he likes to connect between two things he loves, maybe one more than the other. with your granted permission before, he proceeds to organize and arrange your things so they can be more accessible for you; when you are back, he tells you about where he put everything so you don’t feel confused or can’t find something by yourself.

RANPO EDOGAWA: aside from sighing, whining and huffing every single minute like a drama prince, he links anything and everything anyone says to you. someone is talking about shopping? “y/n is doing that right now.” someone is talking about a type of food? “y/n hates that type of stuff, why are you talking about it?” may I add that everytime he speaks up he ends it with a pout? so when you get back, you are met with a happy ranpo with a wagging tail.

AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE: with his already rather grumpy nature, he easily becomes a walking time-bomb. you will always hear him grumbling about everything and anything; he also becomes significantly more easy to tick off. when he sees you, it’s an evident change in how he is acting. he sticks around you even more than before but not the type of a hand on your waist but more of just being in your presence.

NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI: every time you go out on a date, he keeps at least one thing that reminds him of the date. he keeps in a small wooden box hidden in his room, and he takes it out whenever you are out and he misses you. he would look through all of them and reminisce the events related to them with a goofy and lovesick smile on his face. he got caught by dazai once and he never wanted a hole to swallow him more, he had to aggressively strangle dazai so he won’t say anything.

NAKAHARA CHUUYA: chuuya is a man of money, a man of power, a man of status and most importantly a man of love. when he is out in the town because of a mission or you are the one on a mission, he likes to go around shops and get anything that reminds him of you and feels that you will like it. a lot of your clothes are bought that way too, he thinks that it will compliment your figure and that it’s your taste. unsurprisingly he never got you anything that you didn’t like or didn’t fit, and when you come back he likes to hype you up if you are trying on something.

DAZAI OSAMU: dazai loves books and even while his precious guide of suicide is his most precious treasure, he likes to read the books you have, specifically the one you annotated and put little notes in. that’s after he throws his drama king tantrum though and annoys kunikida till he gets white hair. and even if you don’t read books that much then he will ask you to at least read one and annotate it and you won’t be able to escape his persuasion. he can spend hours reading your cute notes and marks in the books and sometimes it makes him laugh whole-heartedly. when you come back, he proceeds to lively tell you about what he read and pulls you into a crushing hug.

EDGAR ALLAN POE: a quilt, a pen, a pencil and a piece of paper, these have been poe’s best friends for quite some time, aside from karl. he returns to them when you are not around him, and proceeds to write till his heart’s content. however, it isn’t any writing. they are all poems and short stories where he pours his feelings for you. something that brings him so much peace and happiness when you aren’t there with the gentle touch that he adores so much. though it would be on his dead body if he ever shows you them, unless you find them behind his back.

TACHIHARA MICHIZO: he isn’t shy instead shameless. so said man proceeds to brag about you and talk about you for hours with literally anyone when you are gone. the bragging is doubled whenever it’s around his enemies, because what’s better to rile them up other than the fact they will never have someone like you? aside from the fact that they are just gagging at his lovesick talk, there isn’t any ill feelings honestly. that is if you don’t count being scared shitless because they are going to die.

TANIZAKI JUNICHIRO: naomi is always teasing him for it. for what? for just how head over heels he is for you. when he isn’t in your comforting and precious presence, he tends to zone out a lot. minding wondering and dreaming of a world where he can be peacefully in your arms with nothing to do other than love each other. too bad he can’t dream for long as well because he gets scolded as quickly as he the time it takes for him to zone out. he thinks it’s all worth it when you are back though, why wouldn’t he?

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[bubbletaeeee]

Her Possession - Kim Minjeong x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes🖤

Content: Smut, G!P

Warnings: smut, rough sex, G!P, swearing, light choking, daddy kink, possessive behaviour

A/n: something a little different from all the fluff 😈 I hope you like it 🙂💕

Word count: 1621

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You’d just got back to your dorm after spending some time in the studio, you came back to find winter sitting comfortably on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

“Hi, baby”, you called out, relieved you were able to finally relax, and especially be with your girlfriend.

She just mumbled a “hey”, which confused you, her lack of excitement was new and concerning. Usually she greets you with open arms and reminds you how much she misses you no matter how long you were gone for.

Today she seemed different, perhaps distracted?

Maybe you could get her attention again. So you curled up next to her on the sofa and leaned your head on her shoulder, looking up at her eyes.

She still didn’t look your way, so you whined and kissed her cheek.

Of course she couldn’t ignore you when you were being so cute, but at the same time she was still not in a good mood, more like annoyed. So she just pushed herself to ignore you and carried on scrolling.

You didn’t want to intrude but you had to see what was so intriguing for her not to pay any attention to you.

You peeked over to see her scrolling through Twitter, it looked like a lot of posts with you and Karina.

She was scrolling through the comments, to which most of them contained a lot of excitement from fans about how “cute” you and Karina would be as a couple.

Now you realise she’s probably jealous or… upset.

So you put your hand on her chin and faced her towards you.

She locked eyes with yours for the first time tonight, but still didn’t say anything, so instead, you decided to reassure her, “babe, you know that I’m yours right? Don’t pay attention to anything the fans see, I belong to YOU, and YOU only”, you pouted.

She just sighed and replied with a simple, “yeah I know”.

Now, you gently took her phone and turned it off, placing it across the other side of the sofa.

You crawled onto her lap and hugged her tightly. She did in fact hug you back, burying her face in your neck whilst playing with your soft locks. “I missed your cuddles”, you whispered.

Your girlfriend kissed your head in reply.

It’d been a couple hours since you’d come home and the two of you had just finished watching a movie, which you suggested to distract her thoughts.

Now, you both were going to bed, she turned to her side and wrapped up warm in the covers, you couldn’t help but shuffle closer to her and cuddle into her as you both drifted off to sleep.

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It’s 10am and all 5 of you were in practice.

So far you’d all been practicing for an hour and you were having a quick break to cool off.

You were speaking to Karina whilst taking a drink.

Both of you were laughing and enjoying yourselves, but winter was on the other side of the room behind you, glaring at the situation.

Until Karina put her arms around you for a friendly hug, obviously you hugged her back.

But winter couldn’t stand watching you both anymore.

So she strolled over to you, her feet were heavy, her eyes were angry, without a word, she gripped onto your wrist and took you on a speedy walk back to your dorm. You were pushed aggressively through the door, hearing it lock behind you.

That’s when you spoke up, “winter! What the fu-“

But you were soon cut off by her lips on yours as her hands tightly held onto your waist.

The kiss was passionate and aggressive, a strangled moan left your lips when her teeth pulled on your lower lip.

You both pulled apart breathless, but you had no time to catch your breath because she pushed you forcefully against the door, pressing her body against yours to keep you in place.

You let out a whimper and stared at her.

“Listen babe, You need to understand one thing. You. Belong. To. Me. Your body, your lips, everything that’s you belongs to ME and only ME, I don’t care if it’s just what fans think, I’m obviously not doing a good enough job in showing everyone that you’re mine. So right now, I’m gonna show you that I own you”, the growl in her tone caused you to moan her name loudly.

She chuckled mischievously as she felt your lower half attempt to grind upon her.

She used her firm grip to pin your waist still against the door.

“P-Please”, you whimpered In desperation.

“Awh, look at my baby all worked up from just daddy’s words, how pathetic”, the taller girl cooed in a mocking tone.

She was significantly stronger than you and you knew this so instead of fighting her orders, you just leaned back and took deep breaths.

She tucked a lock of hair behind your ear gently and kissed your forehead. She tilted your head upwards to allow herself to kiss down your jaw and neck, leaving little marks behind, your light moans making her hum contently against your skin.

Her hands slipped beneath your shirt as she pulled away to lift it off from your body. As soon as your skin was exposed, her lips travelled from your chest down to your waist, eventually reaching the waistband of your sweats, kneeling on her knees.

Her eyes looked up at yours, full of lust and want. A devilish grin appeared on her face, your breathing became heavy at the expectation that her next moves weren’t going to be as gentle as they were right now.

Before you knew it, she’d ripped your clothes, including your underwear, down your legs, naturally you kicked them away.

Your eyes fluttered shut, awaiting her next moves. But to your surprise she just took a step back and admired the way you looked.

“Come to me baby girl”, she ordered. Of course you complied and followed her while she walked slowly backwards into your bedroom.

As soon as you stepped foot into your room, you were violently tossed onto your bed, you held yourself up by your elbows and watched with pleading eyes as your girlfriend stripped herself down completely then ordered you to get on all fours.

Just to test her patience you defied her, “no daddy”, you giggled innocently.

This made her mad and it was visible in her eyes.

She took a large step closer to the bed and commanded at you once again, “I gave you an order, turn over. On all fours, right. Fucking. Now”.

But you wanted the punishment, you wanted to feel a little pain. With pain came pleasure.

When you still didn’t budge, she dragged you to the foot of the bed by your legs and flipped you over for herself.

She leaned over to your ear, grabbing a fist full of your hair and whispered, “I’m not playing sweetheart, I’m going to have to punish my little girl now”.

You could feel her hard, throbbing length against your needy hole, all the sensations made you mewl loudly, biting down harshly on your own lip.

Then a rough sting was whipped onto your ass when she spanked you unexpectedly, you tried your best to hold back any sounds leaving your throat. Again, another tough slap, and again, and AGAIN.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the pleasure it gave you.

“Now why don’t you be a good girl for daddy and take what I give you”, she husked. and before you knew it her huge cock was rammed into your dripping pussy, it was too late once a loud moan escaped from you to hold back anymore.

Winter didn’t mess around and quickly thrusted in and out of you at an unbelievably fast pace. Long and loud moans and whimpers filled the air as she fucked you savagely.

Without slowing down her rhythm, she leaned over to lay her hand around your neck lightly, it wasn’t long before her grip around your throat tightened slightly, it all just added to your pleasure, it felt so so good, you could let her ruin you all day long.

She purred in your ear, “say you’re mine. Say you belong to daddy, come on darling, tell everyone who owns you”, when she heard no response from you, she pulled out of your pussy and slammed right back in as hard and deep as possible, you cried loudly and obeyed her demands, “I-I’m all yours daddy, I b-belong to you, only you, I’m your little girl- fuck!”, you screamed, but it wasn’t enough for her. “You can do better than that, louder baby, who do you belong to?”, and with all of your left over energy you screamed, “I belong to you! You own me daddy!”.

She moaned lowly at your submission, “oh fuck, cum for me baby girl, you’ve done so well”, and with that you let go and moaned her name aloud as you met your high, and so did she with a gasp.

Right there and then you collapsed onto your stomach, breathing heavily.

Winter gently turned you over onto your back lifted you into her arms, putting you down gently on your side of the bed. She laid next to you and stroked your hair, watching as your breathing stabilised, “you’re such an angel for me”, she praised, kissing your cheek, pulling you into a caring embrace, your head laid on her bare chest as your now heavy eyes closed gradually, soaking in the comfort she gave you after completely ruining you.

I don’t think you’ll be walking comfortably any time soon.

[rotworld]

28: Special Delivery

the person who lived in this house before you was kind of an asshole, and now you're dealing with the consequences.

->very slightly suggestive but not explicit. contains mild gore, implied mind-altering magic, murder.

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The box shows up one night in the middle of the living room.

Not “dropped off,” not “delivered,” not so much as a knock on the door or anything to sign. It’s just there. It’s a sizable shipping crate with weird, squiggly symbols stamped on one side and suspicious red stains flecked across the wood, and it’s sitting right where the coffee table used to be. It’s a little too heavy to comfortably lift, so you scoot it across the carpet and into a closet, and you wedge a chair under the door handle for good measure. It must be Callahan’s. No fucking way you’re dealing with that. Your call goes to voicemail and you decide it’s not your problem for the rest of the night.

The house was suspiciously cheap. Two stories with a finished basement and hardly any maintenance needed, you’d immediately suspected the obvious—somebody died here. The realtor was defensive and the neighbors were tight-lipped, but the previous owner admitted that the place could be “strange.” In hindsight, him being the most forthcoming shouldn’t have made him the most trustworthy. It’s his fault the house is “strange.” 

You call him again while you’re making dinner, phone balanced between your ear and shoulder while you stir a pot on the stove. No answer again, so you leave a message. “Hey, Callahan, I’m pretty sure I got more of your mail. It’s a huge box, looks pretty important? Let me know when you want to pick it up. Thanks.” The kitchen’s cute, kind of vintage. Dark wood cupboards, frilly curtains, a decorative cabinet you’re using to display your favorite mugs and the family-size dinnerware you rarely get to use. You step back from the stove to grab a washrag and mop up some spilled sauce, and the back of your leg bumps and bruises against a hard, unflinching surface.

It’s that fucking box. 

You peer into the living room and the closet door is still shut, the chair right where you left it. The box sits there, still, silent, seemingly innocent, but you know better. “I’m not up for this, okay?” you tell the box. “I’m just not. I’m not the guy you’re looking for. Just chill out and maybe he’ll be here in the morning.” You leave it in the middle of the kitchen floor, work around it, step over it on your way back to the living room. 

When you head upstairs for the night, it’s waiting for you at the foot of your bed. You consider your next move carefully. Callahan told you to never, ever acknowledge anything “strange” in the house, which is just about everything. The mirror in the main bathroom occasionally shows you something incomprehensibly fucked up in place of your reflection for just a second or two, normal again when you blink. There are extra shadows on the back patio that don’t belong to you, the patio furniture, or anything that seems tangible and visible, and sometimes they have knives. You inherited a few houseplants that are hellbent on strangling you in your sleep. 

Callahan told you don’t touch things, don’t look at them more than strictly necessary, and absolutely do not talk to them. This advice has almost gotten you killed a few times. Everything in the house gets more aggressive the more you pretend it isn’t there. The plants have stopped trying to slither under your bedroom door in the night since you started watering them, and the patio shadows returned all the missing kitchen knives after you started leaving out an extra plate for them every night. It’s not a perfect system—the mirror still scares the shit out of your periodically and doesn’t seem willing to stop—but most things seems agreeable if you just give it what it wants. 

So what does the box want? You have no idea, so you ask. It doesn’t say anything. It doesn’t move. Obviously. It’s a box. Not that that’s stopped some of the things in this house from doing things that surprise you. Worth a shot, you think, and decide it’s a problem for tomorrow. There it sits as you get changed, shut off the lights, and crawl under the covers. 

It starts creaking around midnight. You think it’s just the usual house noises. The foundations. The roof. Whatever lives in the plumbing, rattling around. But the fog clears from your mind little by little as your bleary eyes take in the red numbers on your alarm clock, and the noise is definitely the groaning of the crate. Then a scratching sound. Then a snap, and wood splintering. You scramble to sit upright, reaching blindly for the lamp on your bedside table, but the bulb’s dead. The darkness shifts in front of you. Something big makes the bed dip towards your feet and you feel something’s weight slinking slowly higher, closer to your face. 

You can’t see anything but the vaguest suggestion of shapes, the slope of a head and shoulders looming over you. It’s in constant motion, roiling like the constant churn of waves over water. There’s no sound. You can’t hear your own heart even though you feel it pounding, can’t hear your panicked breathing or the small whimper you’re sure you let out when something wisps across your cheek, no more solid or lingering than wind. You’re being watched. Studied. Assessed, you feel. 

“You are not Callahan.”

The words aren’t spoken. They’re in your head with the same suddenness that the box appeared, like they’ve always been there, a thought hijacked. You shake your head slowly. Your hearing rushes back with a hum of white noise, everything crackly and muffled before it’s clear again. The thing in the room with you might be gone, but it might not be. You can’t tell. The dark seems to writhe no matter where you look. You don’t feel its weight on the bed anymore but the feeling that you’re being watched hasn’t gone away. 

“Um…hello?” you say, feeling a little silly. No response. It doesn’t seem like the talkative sort. You think there might be something standing in the corner of the room. Something tall and shapeless, a cloak draped over a looming figure. It’s too dark to be sure. “Do you…want something? Can I help?” 

“You are not Callahan.”

That’s all it’s willing, or able, to give you. You can’t tell if it’s disappointed or relieved, but it doesn’t seem like it wants to hurt you. Slowly, keeping an eye on the squirming dark all around you, you lay back down and get comfortable. You feel distinctly the shape of something in bed with you, curled up against your chest. Whatever it is, it’s big but not heavy. A limb you can’t quite understand or describe drapes across your body. A warmth like a large, heated blanket settles into place. For some reason, you think of an animal. Something skittish that’s been burned before, creeping quietly closer only when it’s sure you aren’t looking. You fall asleep before long. 

*

You have a strange dream. It’s clearer than it should be, stripped of the foggy, nonsense haze that usually comes with dreams. You’re small. A rabbit, or something similar. The world is made of shadow puppets, flat and simple. A flying thing chases you, yanks you from the comfortable dark of your burrow and into the blood red of the sky. 

Its talons dig into you. It cuts into your body, carves out shadow and leaves strange symbols behind. You are no longer a rabbit, but a flying thing like the one who hurt you. You go where it goes, its constant shadow. The flying thing becomes a crawling thing and you crawl with it. When it swims, you swim. When it walks, you walk. The world is black and white and so much red, oceans of it in your wake. 

And then—then you’re nothing. The world closes in around you, becomes a tomb. Four walls. No light. No red. And the flying thing that changes shape and makes you change with it is just a bad dream for a time, an awful thing that happened once while you slept. 

The world shakes and there is light at the edges, places where white creeps into black. And you push and you struggle and you fight back until you are free and wide-awake and you look into the eyes of another rabbit.

*

It’s still there in the morning. It hasn’t budged. You open your eyes and it’s sitting up in bed beside you, clear as day and mildly terrifying. 

That vague, cloak-like shape you saw is all there is. A light, flowing fabric that oozes a shadowy afterimage anytime it moves is draped over…something. You don’t see anything under the hood, or in the cloak’s open space where a body should be. No hands. No torso. No face. But it does have abnormally long, spindly fingers that feel more like a cool breeze than flesh as they touch your face. It stops when your eyes open, going completely still. It’s huge. Its hood just about grazes the ceiling. 

“Uh. Hi,” you say. 

Wordlessly, it glances towards the foot of the bed. The crate is still there. The lid’s been ripped apart, nothing left but a pile of splinters on your bedroom floor. Inside is a bed of packing material, crumbled and shredded paper cradling an animal skull. You have no idea what kind of animal. It’s got a tapered maw like a dog or a coyote but it’s too big to be either, horns that jut up and back, and a frightening number of teeth.

“Should I do something with this?” you ask the thing. It makes no indication that it heard you. When you get out of bed, it follows.

Whatever it is, it doesn’t want to leave you alone. It walks just a little too close for comfort, perpetually at your heels. The ends of it, the swirling bottom of its cloak, churns and flutters and laps at your ankles. It follows you downstairs, into the kitchen. It stands right behind you at the stove. It sits next to you on the living room couch while you eat, staring intently while ladle cereal into your mouth. “Do you have a name?” you ask. “Can you talk? Nod if you can understand me.”

It gives the slightest nod, a slow tilt of its hood. Progress!

You spend the morning doing chores, getting a sense of your new roommate. It gets as close as it can possibly get, parts of its cloak draped around your shoulders whenever you stand still long enough. It doesn’t feel even remotely threatening, as scary as it looks.The only time it scares you is when you get a phone call. It bristles. You see its shadowy mass start to bubble like it’s startling to boil, bits of it drifting upwards towards the ceiling.

“Yes, hello? You said you have something of mine?” It’s Callahan, sounding clipped and irritated with you for nothing, like always. 

“Yeah, something that came in a big, wooden box,” you say. “It was some kind of animal skull?” 

“You opened it?!” 

“I didn’t open it! It…opened itself,” you insist. 

“Listen to me very carefully. You need to get out of the house. Don’t speak to it. Don’t look at it. Don’t touch it. Do not wait, go right now and lock the door behind you. I’ll be there very soon.”

You set your cereal bowl down and lounge on the couch. The thing settles in right behind you, wrapping you in itself. You’d be in its lap if it had one. “What is it?” you ask.

“It’s an incredibly dangerous paranatural entity. Have you left yet? I’m serious, you need to leave. Don’t make contact with it.” 

“Why’d you have an incredibly dangerous paranaturall entity sent to your house?” 

He hangs up on you. You roll your eyes and settle in to relax, finding yourself engulfed in the creature. It calms down as soon as the call’s over, its form settling and smoothing out again. “You don’t like him, do you?” you ask. 

It shakes its head stiffly. 

“Me, neither.” You should probably get up. You need to get dressed at some point today, even if you’re not sure about going anywhere in public with this thing. But when you try to get up, you can’t. Your legs won’t move. The thing is wrapped around you too tightly, its shadows swarming thickly around your body. Your heart skips a beat. You weren’t wrong, were you? Is this going to be the thing that kills you? You twist around and find it hunched, trying to be closer to you. Its large hands cup your face and it bends further from its towering height, the smothering darkness of its hood inching closer.

“You are not Callahan.” The thought comes to you suddenly, and a sense of joy washes over you. “If I am yours…I cannot be his.” 

“What do you mean—?” It starts to touch you. No warning, no fanfare, and suddenly it’s grabbing and groping, cold hands that feel almost liquid slipping under your shirt. You flinch but you can’t go anywhere, stuck in the grip of its shadows. Trying to push it away just makes your hands sink into the open space of its cloak, a lightless void that feels like nothing but air, but it shudders as though you touched it. When you try to pull your hands away, it stops you. It grabs your wrists and its hands are gentle, its touch smoothing up and down your arms as though trying to soothe you. 

“Claim me.” 

The thought isn’t yours, but it feels like it. It makes you want to do something harsh—something permanent. That scares you, but the thing grazes your cheek with its fingers in what feels like reassurance. Its fingers hook beneath the bottom of your shirt and you don’t fight it without really knowing why, watching it partially undress you. Its hands are cold on your bare skin, soft and indistinct. It isn’t fully solid and sometimes you feel as though its fingers dissipate across your flesh, or that they’re somehow inside of you. 

It takes one of your hands, lacing your fingers together. You’re so much smaller than it is, the tips of your fingers barely rising to the top of its palm. “Claim me,” it begs you. It brings your hand to where its chest would be and then further, into itself. Your wrist disappears into the cloak. The thing shivers and you hear it make a sound for the first time, a quiet gasp. It touches you the same way, one of its hands splayed flat across your chest. 

Its touch starts to burn. You whimper and try to pull away, but it doesn’t let you. Its other hand grips your shoulder, squeezing once in what feels like an apology. There’s heat beneath your palm, an uncomfortable heat simmering around the hand you have inside of it, and the thing lets out a hiss. You don’t understand what’s happening, what it wants from you, but it feels too late to stop whatever this is. 

And with the pain comes lightness and relief, an alien calm seeping into your mind. You feel connected to it somehow, all wrapped up in its thoughts and feelings. The dark inside of it feels right somehow, not vast and empty but secluded and safe—a burrow. The pain fades. You retract your hand, unsure of what you’ll find, but it looks the same as it emerges from the thing. The stinging sensation on your chest cools to a dull throb. You see a blister in a strange, spiral shape, not unlike one of the symbols stamped on the crate. You get the feeling that you’ve just done something important, something big. Something you can’t take back. 

You see the same mark inside of the thing. Where its chest would be, there’s a hole punched through the dark, a spiral wound of light. It bows its head. There’s nothing there, but it feels like your forehead touches something—a soft kiss pressed to your temple. 

Someone starts pounding on your door and you jolt upright. It lets you. Its shadows swirl back together and, to your surprise, it stands from the couch. It’s the first time you’ve seen it put any distance between the two of you. Part of you lurches nervously. You should stop it, right? It’s going to answer the door. Whoever’s out there has no idea what they’re about to come face to face with. 

Another part of you, tightly interwoven with the will of another, assures you that you can relax. It’s nothing. It’ll be back soon. 

And it would much rather you didn’t see this. 

The door creaks open and the knocking stops. “Hm. Looks like they can follow directions. You look unchanged,” Callahan says. “Come, we have work to do—”

The door slams shut again. There is, for the briefest moment, something that might be a scream, but the noise dies as quickly as it comes with a wet, pulpy sound, like a watermelon bursting on concrete.

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

WOLF. I already yelled at you about Brennan calling Skyhold his "first home". But god. Brennan thinking he has to grieve alone because he doesn't have the right to grieve Ena the way that Esti and Dorian do. You just drop that on me??? Him thinking about how Dorian will have no one else besides him, if Ena is gone? I feel pain in this Chili's tonight.

“You should have told me something was wrong! I am tired of the people around me refusing to tell me something is wrong!” “I am trying to help you!” "You're denying me the chance to help the man I love, and possibly the only person in this forsaken mess I can actually aid!"

hi what if I scream.

“I- I can’t go with you to Tevinter.” Dorian exhaled heavily, “you could.” “No, I can’t because… We can’t just leave Esti, Dorian. We can’t. Ena said go where my heart took me, but I have to choose between you two, we both know she can’t come with us to Tevinter, and I- Ena asked, how can I just leave her after Ena… I can’t just leave her alone, Dorian.”

HI WHAT IF I SCREAM. The fact that Brennan would no doubt be fretting over Esti in this situation anyway, but the fact that Ena asked, put Brennan in the situation where - yeah, she told him to go where his heart tells him, but she also asked him to take care of Esti. It's not just that Brennan is thinking "Ena would want me to take care of Esti", it's that Ena asked him to. She put that burden on him. Unfair of her, when she and Esti still have a clan and Brennan has no one but them and Dorian, but - Ena's dying, that's unfair to her. They're all just trying to navigate this horrible situation and colliding with each other because there is no good way through.

“And then, I don’t know when I’m going to get to Tevinter, because I have nothing. I have a horse Ena gave me, and the clothes on my back. I am not going back to Ostwick. But I don’t have anything that’s mine.”

HE DOESN'T THINK THAT THERE'S ANYONE ELSE WILLING TO HELP HIM. As if any of the inner circle would let him just stumble away with nothing!! But he's Brennan, so he doesn't think about that! About how at worst, they would still help him for Ena's sake!

“I know I said I was leaving, but I love you. And somehow, I will find my way to you. And the Maker himself wouldn’t be able to keep me from your side.” Dorian shook his head fondly, “Maker, how could I not adore you.”

They're so cute that I'm getting cuteness aggression. I need to strangle them both. Just because of how sweet they're being.

“Yes, though Esti and Ena will likely yell at us when they discover we wed shortly before I first returned to Tevinter.” Brennan squeezed his hand, “we… we don’t have to tell them. But I was thinking, we should have a ceremony, and we’re all here… and… well.” “Ah. Yes. Ena.” She would not be here much longer, she had said as much.

EVERYONE is going to yell. You deny Cassandra the romantic a chance to attend your wedding? Jail!! Jail for the husbands Pavus for ten thousand years!! Do you think they get away with not telling them or does Cole say something and blow everything up? Cole's gonna blow everything up.

“Returning to Tevinter, having been wed to another man in a ceremony performed by the Inquisitor, a Dalish elf, is exactly the kind of scandalous note I would love to leave on.”

And exactly the kind of scandal that Ena would be happy to leave on, too. Something for her dear friends, that appalls Orlesians and Tevenes alike? How could she ever say no?

Anyway I'm chewing glass.

We Might Fall

Me, miss a chance to name a fic after a song? Perish the thought.

Also a follow up to @wardencommanderrodimiss's fic which you should definitely read.

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Brennan slipped away, his soft steps would not pull Dorian from his task now, as he poured over tomes and pages, and scraps, for something about the Anchor. Something to buy Ena even a day more.

Even the creak of the door to Dorian’s rooms, a fine suite for an ambassador, did nothing to distract him from his desperate search. Brennan paused for a moment in the doorframe to watch him. Memorizing the way the light from the candles flickered over his face, the frown of concentration, the way he had spent his last day in Skyhold in the rotunda, trying to memorize the frescos, to remember how every step in Skyhold looked.

In case he could never go to his first home again.

Brennan closed the door behind him and made his way away from the rooms. The last thing he needed was for another ambassador to catch him when he was like this. Especially if the rumor was true, and Maxwell had come to represent Ostwick.

Idly, Brennan wondered if Dorian could have his room moved next to him, just so Brennan could have Dorian take him against the wall where Maxwell would have to hear his younger brother get his back blown out. But whatever petty joy he’d have found in that was minor compared to the desire to never see his brother again. The desire that this life, the one he’d fought and bled for, and built with shaking hands, would be entirely untouched by his family.

So he fled, to dark corners, tucked out of sight, of people, of stars, to finally allow himself to grieve. Where Dorian didn’t have to put aside his own pain to deal with Brennan, crying over a keep and- Yes, he was grieving Ena, but Ena wasn’t- he and Ena weren’t close like how Dorian and her were. He would miss her, and he loved her, but she wasn’t his, the way she was Esti and Dorian’s.

So he needed to grieve now, where they didn’t have to fix him, where he wasn’t hurting them and being one more thing for them to deal with. So he could be there for them to lean on without giving out under their weight.

He’d never had people that depended on him like this, so he needed to get it right. No making Dorian guilty for going back, no making them need to support him, he needed to be the strong one.

He’d promised Ena he’d take care of Esti after all. And if Ena was gone, who was going to look after Dorian but him?

Over his own ragged sobs, he heard the sound of his name, and looked up to find Dorian standing over him.

“Dorian?”

Immediately he was by Brennan’s side, “are you hurt?”

“N-no?” He was too bewildered by the question to fully understand why Dorian was examining him, hands pulling his clothes as though looking for something, “how did you-”

“The candles blew out, I don’t know if it was Cole or just luck, and I realized you were gone. What are you doing out here?”

Brennan wiped at his face with one sleeve, “it’s-”

“Do not lie to me.” Dorian frowned and Brennan flinched. Dorian leaned on his staff, before he offered Brennan his hand, and helped him to his feet. “Please.”

“It’s stupid,” Brennan said instead, which made Dorian frown again, “I didn’t want you to… you were busy.”

“So you left to come have a breakdown where anyone could find you?”

“I was hidden.” Brennan argued, head snapping up at Dorian’s tone, even as he blinked back tears, “I’m-”

“You were where if something had happened, I wouldn’t have found you until it was too late-”

“Nothing was going to happen to me-”

“You don’t know that, and you could have least told me you were going out!”

“You were busy, I didn’t want to bother you!”

“You should have told me something was wrong! I am tired of the people around me refusing to tell me something is wrong!”

“I am trying to help you!”

"You're denying me the chance to help the man I love, and possibly the only person in this forsaken mess I can actually aid!"

Brennan’s breath hitched and he stared at Dorian, how his eyes pierced him, the tightness in his body, Dorian favored fire and fear for his spells but when he was angry Brennan always thought of him as ice. Sharp, cold, jagged, painful to handle.

But ice could be thawed.

"I don't want to fight, amatus." Brennan pronounced the word perfectly, years had taught his tongue to mimic the way Dorian said it, the slight hiss at the end, the one thing he could give him, love in his own language. Because he had chosen another cast out of their family but Brennan had not landed on his feet as Dorian had, much of what he had was others. Even the amulet he'd recovered for Dorian had taken Ena's help. All Brennan had to give Dorian was his heart, which the other man held completely.

Dorian sighed, and with it the tension went out of him, “nor I.”

Brennan took a step towards him, the urge to flee beaten by his desire to see this through. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Dorian looked up, and let out a breath, “I know.”

Brennan offered his hand, which Dorian took in his, tangling their fingers together until their palms were pressed together. “I… I thought, with your father, with Ena, the last thing you needed was to comfort me. That you needed me to catch you.”

Dorian squeezed his hand, “and I do. But I need you to let me catch you.”

“And deny ourselves a chance to be martyrs?” Brennan shot back, a smile pulling his lips, and relief bloomed in his chest to see Dorian mirror it. “If we cannot suffer and be incredibly vocal and dramatic about it Dorian, what is the point?”

“Says the one who fled like a wounded animal rather than allow others to help him.”

Brennan had no response to that, so he simply squeezed Dorian’s hand. They stood in silence, save for the distant sounds of the people gathered for the Exalted Council.

“I am… bad at asking for help.”

Dorian laughed softly, “he says, like I haven’t spent the last two years learning this.”

Brennan preferred to watch their hands than Dorian’s face in response to this. Than admit that his family had made him feel like such a burden he struggled to accept the help Dorian offered at times. But that was how they were, their rough edges rubbed against each other, smoothing them out, working down the jagged edges. Occasionally they caught on the other, but never for long. Not when it felt like their broken pieces fit together.

Dorian gently pulled and Brennan went to him, Dorian’s hands moving to his waist. “Talk to me, amatus.”

Brennan took a deep breath, once he began he didn’t think he’d be able to stop. “I- I can’t go with you to Tevinter.”

Dorian exhaled heavily, “you could.”

“No, I can’t because… We can’t just leave Esti, Dorian. We can’t. Ena said go where my heart took me, but I have to choose between you two, we both know she can’t come with us to Tevinter, and I- Ena asked, how can I just leave her after Ena… I can’t just leave her alone, Dorian.”

“Ah. No, I… I see your point.”

“And then, I don’t know when I’m going to get to Tevinter, because I have nothing. I have a horse Ena gave me, and the clothes on my back. I am not going back to Ostwick.” Brennan swore; he would never give his family the satisfaction of having him crawl back to them, “But I don’t have anything that’s mine.”

“Amatus.”

“So it’s you or Esti, and once again I’m in someone else’s home because once they decide on the Inquisition- I will not serve the Chantry or an Inquisitor that isn’t Ena, and she’s- they won’t let me stay at Skyhold, so it’s Wycome or Tevinter because the other option is the woods-”

“Brennan, breathe.”

The breath Brennan took in response to Dorian’s order was a ragged mess, “and I have… I have to leave one of you alone, and I- it feels like everything around me is being torn apart, and I’m stuck in the middle, watching a storm rip everything around me apart but not touched. So how- how selfish of me is it to ask you to comfort me when your best friend and father-”

Dorian sighed heavily, “you are losing the life you built away from your family. Your older sister. You are very much allowed to grieve for that.” He frowned and studied Brennan’s face a moment, “you have not encountered your brother, have you?”

“No. I think he’s attempting to avoid me, for once.” It was a nice change, given after two years Maxwell’s disapproval no longer whispered in his ears for every perceived mistake. The voice instead felt more like Cole’s. Kinder and more understanding.

“Good. I would hate to be thrown out for setting the Ostwick representative on fire.”

Brennan laughed, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Dorian’s shoulder. “I think he’d drop dead on the spot to see us together. To know someone like you wanted me.”

Dorian twitched slightly, and Brennan smiled. “He wouldn’t understand it. You have so many options, even if you didn’t wish to play pretend, why throw it all away for me?”

“Are you asking as well?”

Brennan shook his head, pulling back to give Dorian a fond look, “no.” He offered a playful smile, “unless you wish to sing my praises. I might swoon.”

“Deflecting is my trick, amatus.”

Brennan pulled Dorian into a hug, to feel his arms wrap around him, warm against his back, holding him close. Dorian always felt so warm, Brennan wished he could stay here, in his arms, forever.

“It’s not fair.” 

“No. It’s not.”

Neither of them elaborated, not when the entire situation was unfair, to them, to Ena, to everything they’d built, everything they’d fought for.

They stayed like that for some time, before Dorian pulled away, to cup Brennan’s face in his hands. “I appreciate the concern for my well being. But next time, please simply ask me.”

“Are you alright?”

“No.” Dorian admitted, letting his hands fall to Brennan’s shoulders, “Maker this… unfair is an understatement.”

Brennan reached up to wrap his hand around Dorian’s wrist, rubbing his thumb over Dorian’s palm where he could reach it.

Somewhere in the distance, Brennan could hear music from some far off corner, too far to make out any of the lyrics, if there were any. “Dorian?”

“Yes?”

“Dance with me?”

Dorian lifted his head, “what? Now? With no music?”

Brennan offered his hand in reply, which Dorian took, the other remaining on Brennan’s shoulder, while Brennan rested his hand on Dorian’s hip. “It’s not as though we’ve had a proper first dance. You lead.”

Dorian’s laugh was more a huff than actual laughter, “eager to follow me, are you?”

Brennan stepped with him, there may have been no music, not even the distant music he’d heard offered anything to dance to, but there was Dorian and that was enough. “I know I said I was leaving, but I love you. And somehow, I will find my way to you. And the Maker himself wouldn’t be able to keep me from your side.”

Dorian shook his head fondly, “Maker, how could I not adore you.” He guided them around, Brennan easily matching his steps, “and it isn’t as though I’ll be far from you. That sending crystal I gave you…”

Brennan almost reached for it, as he was already wearing it, “near to my heart, as always.”

Dorian made a choked noise, even as they didn’t miss a step. “If you don’t stop, I will also start saying syrupy things.”

“You make it easy to dote on you, amatus.”

Dorian made the noise again, while Brennan grinned, awed to watch the great Dorian Pavus flustered by a bit of affection. “We’ve been together for almost three years, Dorian, and that’s all it takes to fluster you?”

“You continue to surprise me, after all this time.” Dorian replied, “I never expected to find someone like you, and then you are so open with how you love. And you look at me like that, it is…”

“I think I know the feeling,” Brennan assured him quietly, “to think something like this, someone like you, was something I would never have.”

They continued to move in an easy tandem, months on the battlefield and years by each other’s side had taught them how to move in sync, letting the world fall away, save for them, dancing beneath the stars.

Dorian looked at him with wonder, “look at you.”

“Hmm?” Brennan looked to him, “what?”

“I rarely get the chance to see you so… carefree.”

The guilt crashed over him instantly, and his smile wobbled, before he forced it back. This was a moment for them, to feel happy, and free, they deserved this.

“We don’t get enough moments like this…” Brennan trailed off, Dorian slowed the dance to a halt, so they stood, alone in the moons’ light.

“What are you thinking, amatus? I see that look, you’re up to something.”

“Marry me?”

Dorian did a double take, and Brennan grinned, “come now, Dorian, you already said yes once.”

“I asked you once.”

“You did say I do.” Brennan pointed out to his husband, “but… It’s rather contradictory of me, since part of why I don’t want to go with you is so that I can’t be used against you.” Dorian winced slightly, but they both knew it was true. Brennan would be a weak spot, especially now that he was a magister. “But, if you’re willing, we could have a more public ceremony than the two of us.”

And a witness and someone to perform the ceremony.

“Yes, though Esti and Ena will likely yell at us when they discover we wed shortly before I first returned to Tevinter.”

Brennan squeezed his hand, “we… we don’t have to tell them. But I was thinking, we should have a ceremony, and we’re all here… and… well.”

“Ah. Yes. Ena.”

She would not be here much longer, she had said as much.

Brennan forced past the sadness, “and I think she would love to officiate for us.”

“Returning to Tevinter, having been wed to another man in a ceremony performed by the Inquisitor, a Dalish elf, is exactly the kind of scandalous note I would love to leave on.” Dorian pulled Brennan into a kiss, “yes, I do believe we could, assuming Josephine doesn’t kill us for giving her one more thing to plan.”

“She might thank us for giving her something that is this low stakes.” Brennan remarked idly, chasing Dorian for another kiss.

Dorian more than allowed it, halting their conversation for several kisses, before he replied, “I don’t know how lowkey she would allow this to be.”

“I said low stakes, amatus. She’s going to chew us both out for making her get us suits with this little warning.” Brennan parted his mouth and then blurted out, “is it more scandalous if the Dalish Inquisitor officiates your wedding, or the Southern Chantry’s Divine?”

Dorian laughed warmly at that, “I do so adore you, for knowing how to delight me. I would prefer Ena, though.”

“Then Ena it will be. We can just have the Divine bless our union, or something ceremonial. You only get married, publicly at least, once.”

Dorian pulled him in for another kiss, “you know I have yet to say yes.”

“As if you could say no to me.” Brennan teased, before Dorian caught his lips.

“You are right. I couldn’t. So, yes it is. We’ll ask Ena in the morning, and then find a way to hide from Josephine.”

Brennan’s chest felt easier, this felt better. A good memory, a proper send off for a dear friend, that she could be included in something they’d want her a part of. He wanted to ask Dorian if he felt the same, if this had lifted some of the pain off of him.

Then again, all he had to do was look at how Dorian was smiling at him to know. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, amatus.”

[divinerulerluvr]

Crimson and Leather

After a murder, you and Kai have some fun.

Pairing - Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader

Words - 1.8k

Warnings - smut, murder mention, blood (a little bit), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, Kai Anderson is his own warning

"I wanted to request some Kai smut. The reader is just as messed up as he is. They are powerful together, he trusts her with everything and values her opinions over any other member. She’s the only one who can bring out the real Kai. There’s a moment where they had just killed someone and she has to clean the blood off of his boots and he is sitting behind her massaging her back and it leads to dirty things." Requested by @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul

A/n - I know it's been a bit since I last posted but I make amends with this. I hope you guys like it because I feel like everything I've written recently has just been... blah. *also, had to resist the urge to name this crimson and clover but didn't*

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Walking in through the door of Kai’s house, you watch as he closes and deadbolts the door. It was a habit he had adapted due to his heightened paranoia.

You guys had just gotten back from killing a couple. It was just the two of you since this was personal business and had nothing to do with the cult. You had always been Kai’s favorite since you were the most ruthless of them all.

He admired your lack of remorse.

Reaching his living room, you set your phone down on the coffee table as Kai removes his bloodied tee shirt. It was late at night and you and Kai were the only people home. Everybody else had left hours ago.

Kai sits on the couch, pushing his hair from his face as his eyes migrate over to you. Your shirt had blood on it as well but not as much as Kai’s had. “Make yourself useful and clean the blood from my boots,” he orders, his voice raspy.

“Only if you ask nicely,” you counter, pulling off your own shirt and tossing it to the ground, leaving you in just a bra and your pants. Kai sighs heavily, irritated at your reply.

“Can you clean the blood from my boots?” he asks again, this time in a nice tone. You smile and nod, leaving the room to get a wet rag. Coming back, you kneel down in front of him, ready to clean his boots.

You didn’t mind. It never bothered you having to do things for Kai. But you’d only do them if he wasn’t being rude about it. That was your rule.

There was more blood than usual on his shoes. You weren’t sure if it was because the guy Kai killed put up a fight or if it was because Kai had taken out a lot of aggression on the man. Either way, the dark crimson blood-soaked the damp rag quickly.

His hand rests on your head, using a gentle touch as he plays with your hair. You allow your head to fall back into his lap slightly, your eyes still drawn onto the black boots he wore.

“You know I’m proud of you, right? Everything you’ve done, everything you offer. It’s inspiring,” he says, his voice softer and kinder than usual. You just hum, leaning back into his touch. “You’re so open-minded. You listen to what I say and you never doubt. Unlike the other women in our cult,”

Kai always said “our cult” and never “my cult” when talking to you. It was strange, given he took high credit for starting and leading it. To hear him give you joint leadership was out of the ordinary. Then again, so was he.

“I believe in you. That’s why,” you reply, finishing off his right boot. You briefly move your head to face him, your head angled up to make eye contact. “I trust your philosophy,”

He smiles, patting your cheek lightly before running his warm hand down to your neck. “I know you do, little lamb,” he says. You move your eyes back to his boots, going to the still bloody left boot and cleaning off the leather.

Kai’s eyes watch you affectionately as you clean the blood, oddly turned on at the sight. The silence lays heavy over the both of you as you finish clearing his boots of any trace of blood. A proud smile falls on your lips as you admire your work.

Looking up at him, you’re met with his eyes already on you. “Done,” you say simply. Half-dried blood remains on his chest, stomach, and arms but you also had half-dried blood still stuck to your skin that had soaked through your thin shirt.

His hand runs down your neck and down the front of your chest, running over the splotched of blood that had fallen into the V between your breasts.

Your breath catches, your own hand running up his leg. Your hand quickly reaches up to his crotch, feeling his already hard dick through the fabric. “Someone’s a little needy tonight,” he comments snarkily.

“Just shut up and take your pants off,” you reply, not ready to put up with his stupid remarks. Kai had a skill at making the environment horny. It was like this weird seed was being planted in your mind going “fuck him, fuck him, fuck him,”

You didn’t care, though.

Standing from the floor, you watch as Kai pulls his jeans off so he’s in just his boxers. He pulls you down onto his lap, forcing his lips onto yours as your legs settle on either side of his thighs. He holds your face in his hands, keeping you secure as he kisses you hotly.

You grind your hips down on his bulge, suddenly desperate for some type of friction between your body and his body.

One of his hands strays from your face, wrapping around your back and unclasping your bra with ease. He pulls it off of you, all while still kissing. He tosses it aside and his hand moves to massage your breast.

Your moans become muffled by his lips, his tongue making its way into your mouth. Your hands go for his dick again but he grabs you and flips you so that you’re laying across the couch and he’s on top of you.

A giggle leaves your lips from the swift and surprising action, your eyes meeting his eyes now that he had stopped kissing you.

He starts trailing kisses down your body, starting with your neck and traveling down your chest. Reaching a patch of your victim's blood, he licks a slow stripe over the dark red stain on your skin. You squirm under him, a strangled moan leaving your lips.

His tongue trails back up your body, stopping at your nipple where he grazes his teeth over the peak tenderly.

After teasing your nipples, his lips crash onto yours again. His hands move down your body and he removes your pants and underwear in a single movement. Your own fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down.

Kai pulls his lips from yours, his hand petting your cheek as he lines up with your entrance. You hold your breath, preparing yourself for him to thrust into you.

He never did it nicely. That was his thing.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he pushes ruthlessly into your pussy. You were wet, but it still hurt. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, his sadistic smile hard to ignore. He loved the way you sounded when he fucked you.

He felt amazing, as usual. The house was dead quiet save for your moans and Kai’s soft grunts. It was awfully intimate.

Your hips buck up into his, his rough yet passionate thrusts making you unreasonably squirmy. “You’re so cute when you’re sensitive,” he comments, his thumb running over your lower lip. You whimper, your head pushed back against the armrest of his couch.

Kai moves so that he’s kneeling back on the couch. He pulls you down by your hips so that he can resume fucking you. He thrusts even harder this time, his tip hitting into your cervix as he uses his leverage on your hips to fuck you harder.

Your hands move to the cushion of the couch, digging into the material to relieve the tension building in your body.

You had gotten embarrassingly close already. You knew if you came now, Kai would make fun of you for it later. The only words you could piece together were “fuck,” and “Kai”. Making it rather difficult to get your point across.

Kai raises his eyebrow teasingly, his hands traveling over your breasts that move with every rough movement he makes. “Words, little lamb. I don’t answer to unintelligible whimpers,”

“I’m… I’m,” you stammer. “Kai,”

“I love hearing you say my name, believe me,” he says, punctuating his sentence with a particularly merciless thrust. “But I need more than that,” You whine, your back arching off the couch as you writhe around.

Your pussy clenches around his dick, your stomach filled with butterflies. “Please, Divine Ruler,” you finally manage to piece together. “L-Let me… cum,”

He smiles, leaning back over you as he kisses you. “Yes,” he says as his lips migrate to your jaw and to the crook of your neck. He buries his face there, his thrusts keeping a steady pace as he pushes you over the edge.

“God!” you cry out, your nails digging into his back as you orgasm. Your ears ring loudly and the world spins before you.

Kai fucks you through your orgasm, making sure you enjoyed every last bit of the feeling. You finally come down from your high, feeling Kai’s thrusts slow even if he didn’t finish. Panting, you regain your senses as the orgasm washes over you.

Your legs still shake, your body still going through the reverberations of your orgasm. Kai pulls out of you, still hard.

Kai moves so he’s sitting on the couch and you quickly get on your knees in front of him. He holds you by your hair, guiding your movements so your mouth wraps around his dick that was still coated with your wetness.

He pushes your head down onto his dick, only stopping when his tip hit the back of your throat. Kai was a head pusher but not in the bad way because you didn’t care.

He helps you get your movements steady before letting go of you and leaning back on the couch. Your head bobs on his dick, your eyes watering as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat.

A low groan leaves his lips, his eyes having shut as he indulges in the warmth of your mouth. “Fuck, your mouth feels so nice,” he exhales deeply, his chest heaving as he gets closer to his climax.

Tears streak your cheeks as you move your head a little quicker, helping him cum. He finally does, his cum filling your mouth.

Kai lets out a heavy sigh, his head falling back as he rides his high for a few more moments. You pull your mouth off his dick, his cum pooling on your tongue. Kai leans forward, pushing his two fingers into your mouth.

You suck on them, your eyes glued on his dark ones as your cheeks hollow around his ring and middle finger. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he smiles. “Swallow for me,” he instructs plainly.

With a smirk, you swallow his cum, the salty liquid moving down your throat. He pats your cheek with his wet fingers, a proud look on his face.

“Go upstairs and shower. I’m not done with you yet, little lamb,”

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝that's a little dark.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Class 1-A ]

「 Class 1-A with an emotionless reader who gets hit with a quirk that make them turn back into a child along with the mentality of a child. In the end, Class 1-A and then fluff ensues with them basically fawning over a cute shy and easily flustered reader. But, they discover something about you.」

You couldn't remember what you did yesterday but it felt like you had the greatest sleep in your entire life. As your eyes adjusted to the surprisingly bright light, you slowly got up and looked at your surroundings. The place was unfamiliar and for a second, you found yourself rubbing your eyes and yawning. It seemed that you were in an infirmary of some sort but you don't recall going to school or anything. There were bandages around your arms and neck but it wasn't anything new.

"Oh, you're finally awake, my child." an old lady you didn't recognize swivelled around her office chair and hopped off.

"Who are you and where am I?" you asked, voice coming out a bit weaker than you had expected.

She identified herself as Recovery Girl — the nurse of the school and explained what had happened to you. It seemed like you got hit by a quirk in an unfortunate accident which caused you to turn back into a child with no memory of yourself in the future. You didn't believe it until you saw the different technologies and the date on the calendar. Never in your life you had felt so out of place in your entire life.

While the friendly old lady was trying her best to fill you in, the door to infirmary opened and a brown haired girl stepped in. She had has shoulder length, brown hair that's bobbed and curved inwards at the end. The girl looked at you for a moment, her eyes lit up and you could sense the relief in her eyes. She dropped her belongings and rushed towards the bed you had been sitting on. You backed away on instinct, slightly intimidated by how aggressive she was being.

”Where did you get those injuries from!? I thought you just got hit by a quirk on accident!” she exclaimed, looking at the gauze wrapped around your wrists and neck.

”Calm down. You’re scaring the poor girl.” Recovery Girl stepped in before this brown haired stranger did anything to you.

Recovery Girl explained your situation to the girl who quickly understood the situation. She then approached you but this time, she did it cautiously and ensured that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable nor intimidated by her. After a quick introduction, you leaned that she was Uraraka Ochaco and supposedly one of your classmates. She got down to your eye level and attempted to befriend you. She tried asking a few questions about yourself. You could answer the simplest questions like ones about yourself. However when it came to questions about the times you spend in UA, you shook your head to everything, none of them sounded familiar to you.

Uraraka spoke in a gentle manner that you were not used to and it didn't take long for you to get comfortable around her. She entertained you by telling stories about her life in UA and heroes. The brunette managed to make you smile a bit with her way of storytelling which included a bit of exaggeration here and there along with the occasional hand gestures.

"Uraraka-san? Are you ready to go back to the dorms?" another unfamiliar voice was heard from the entrance of the infirmary. You saw a few heads peek into the infirmary, those you did not recognize at all.

With the help of Uraraka, your situation was explained to the new people that just arrived. It didn't take long for your classmates to gather around you and pointing out how cute you were. Though it was a bit embarrassing to be put under the spotlight, you quite liked the feeling of having so many people care about you. It made you think about how bright the future seemed for you.

You were brought back to the dorms where you met up with your other classmates. Those who knew about your current situation quickly explained what was going on with you to avoid any misunderstanding and confusion. You stood awkwardly at the entrance, fiddling with the hem of your dress and looking down to avoid eye contact. Suddenly, you were pushed forward by an unknown force, falling on your knees.

“Who left their fucking child here?” a scary looking guy glared down at you as you tried recovering from the small fall you had.

”Hey, Bakugou! Mind your language!” his friend whispered at the ash blonde who just clicked his tongue in response.

Their loud voices startled you which resulted in you to hide behind Uraraka's legs as if it was the safest place in the world. You gripped tightly on her skirt, hiding yourself from the people you didn't recognize. Loud voices always made you nervous and scared, it reminded you of your mother whenever she was unsatisfied with your performance. Uraraka let her hand stroke your hair to soothe your nerves a little. Ashido stood in front of the two of you with her hands on her hips, looking like a mother reprimanding their child.

"Bakugou, you're scaring [First Name]!" the pink haired girl scolded Bakugou who seemed a bit confused.

"You're telling me this brat is [Nickname]?" he closed the distance between the two of you with a few large strides. He stared at your for a few seconds to study your face a bit. It didn't take him that long to actually recognize a few familiar features and eventually he walked off, muttering something under his breath.

"I've never seen her like this before!" Uraraka cooed as you continued to hide behind her legs. You were never the type to be in the center of attention and didn't have any friends in when you were young because of how shy and awkward you were. Ashido crouched down and offered you a small jar of cookies that she had found in the kitchen.

"Should we send her home? She might be more comfortable staying with her parents." Yaoyorozu suggested, watching you munching on the cookie that you've been handed to.

"I think its best we tell her family about it this." Iida took it upon himself to pull out his phone and prepare to dial your home.

”Are we all having a sleepover?” you spoke up after being silent almost the entire time you arrived at the dorms.

"I don't want to go home." Everyone stopped to stare at you for a while, some surprised because it was the first time they've heard you since you came back. The girls looked at each other for a while as if they were silently communicating with one another. Midoriya who seemed to be the first one to notice that you seemed a bit uncomfortable, crouched down in front of you.

"You can stay here with us if you want. I'm sure everyone is okay with that." the viridian haired male gave you a gentle smile that made you feel a bit relaxed.

"Do you like having sleepovers, [First Name]-chan?" Ashido plopped down right next to you.

"I don't have friends and mommy doesn't like having me around." you mumbled.

"That's silly. I'm sure your mother is worried about you." Iida replies.

"Nu uh, mommy strangles me like this every night.” you shook your head lightly and wrapped your hands around your neck to imitate someone strangling you. The room immediately grew silent at your comment, clearly unsure of how to respond to your oddly specific comparison.

"Haha, good joke [First Name]-chan!" Kaminari patted your head gently, his laugh clearly a forced one.

"Mommy used to pull my hair too."

You never the friendly type of person to begin with anyways. From the very first day you got into UA, you were quite anti-social, never initiating any conversations or made effort to befriend anyone. However, it was quite surprising to know that you've been abused when you were younger. Almost everyone seemed shocked by the revelation and had no idea how to react.

"My mom gave me this scar." Todoroki crouched down next to you and gestured to the scar over his eye.

”I can’t believe that the only thing closed off people have in common is the fact that they’ve been abused.” Jirou muttered out loud.

"Okay, don't worry! We're all having a sleepover tonight!" Uraraka beamed brightly which made your eyes light up like a Christmas tree. A small smile made its way to your features and you couldn't help but sway excitedly.

"Everyone is joining right?"

There was no way they could refuse those hopeful eyes of yours, not when you have been through so much at such an age. They all seemed eager, suggesting a movie, snacks and games.One particular ash blonde looked indifferent, hands shoved into his pockets as he began to slowly walk away from the crowd of people. The first person to notice that he was making his way back to his own room was Iida.

"Where are you going Bakugou-kun?" the class president had asked as if it was a natural that Bakugou was also supposed to be a part of this so called 'sleepover'. Bakugou glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing at Iida as if he had gone insane.

"What makes you think that I will join this stupid—" the ash blonde gestured at whatever was going on.

"But a sleepover is not one without everyone." your quiet voice interrupted, your small hands tugging at his pants. He held his tongue after seeing Iida wildly gesture at him not to be so mean to you. The entirety of the class seemed to be really hell bent on giving you what you wanted.Bakugou felt his eyebrows twitching and began weighing his options.

Sero, Ashido, Kaminari and Kirishima were openly pleading him to stay while some others seem to believe that Bakugou would never want to sit down for a stupid sleepover. The ash blonde gave in, realizing that no matter what he chose, it won't be any different. If he chose to not participate, he probably won't be able to fall asleep from all the noise. And the possibly of witnessing these extras embarrass themselves didn't sound too bad.

"Fine! You guys are so annoying....." Bakugou grumbled. Your eyes lit up at his change of heart and began tugging him enthusiastically towards the common area’s couch.

Why does he agree to the stupidest things?

Total: 1717 words Published: 05.06.2021

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