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surielstea · 1 year ago

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Desperate Males

1k celebration request!

Pairing: Poly!Batboys x Fem!Reader

Summary: Morrigan convinces Reader to indulge in her fantasies with the three winged Illyrians, the ones that the reader resents for the way they treat her home court, the hewn city.

A. Note: Thank you my lovely Lex (@lexluvswriting) for helping me finish this because I was STRUGGLING but I’m happy with how it turned out in the end :)

8.1k words .. half of it’s smut, whoops.

Rita's was packed full of lusting fae and grinding figures, every single body in the pleasure hall was glistening with sweat beneath the dim lighting as they continued to rut against each other.

I was sat in the corner of the building, at a small booth I was sharing with Morrigan, gossiping about our relationship issues over a few too many glasses of wine.

Mor was one of the only people I could tolerate ever since Rhys dragged me out of the Court of Nightmares and to Velaris. I hadn't had much of a choice, the moment he found out I was his mate, he felt some form of entitlement to me, he was fortunate he wasn't ripping me away from anything special, less fortunate when he realized I held the mating bond with his two best friends as well. All three of them, sanctioned to me, a female who had no intention of ever accepting any of their bonds.

Mor was from the hewn city as well, born and raised in that wretched court. It made it easier to talk to her, she understood what I meant when I said it felt like I was living a lie, too good to be true and she knew what I meant when I tried to explain my fear of the ever-imposing threat that it'd be ripped out right from under me at any moment. No one could truly understand the way she could, and though my resentment towards the inner circle was much stronger than hers, she made an effort to relate and be there for me.

"So, how are the boys?" Mor grins suggestively before taking a sip from her drink. I groan, slumping into my seat as I think about the three very annoying males she was referring to.

"Desperate," I grumble and she chuckles into her glass.

"How so?" She smiles, leaning onto her hand propped up by her elbow. "Give me some examples," She urges.

I shake my head with an eye roll, saying, "I don't have any." She gives me an undefeated look, a raise of her brows telling me she was waiting for me to go on. "The stories are too long," I argue but she still remains unwavering.

"Good thing we've got time," She leans back in her seat, getting comfortable as if she was prepared to stay in the pleasure hall with me all night. "Start with Rhys."

Rhysand had a tendency of showing up to the house of wind unannounced, quite a lot. So much so that the male has probably been in this house more than his own. To be fair, he was the one paying for it so I suppose this was just as much his house as any of his other residences, but ever since I started living here his visits began to grow personal. I've only been residing in Velaris for a few months now but he still made it his mission to see me at least every other day. Each time he welcomed himself into the large house he'd have some sort of gift with him, tonight was no exception.

I didn't startle when I heard the front door open, and I barely even flinched when his baritone voice crooned from the direction of the couch as I entered the sitting room. He had his long legs stretched across the couch, his head tilted back against the armrest, and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Evening, darling," He drawls and I look at him with an indifferent expression.

"It's the middle of the night," I grumble, going into the kitchen and grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

"I knew you were awake," He intoned and I rolled my eyes, filling my glass up with cold water.

"I'm about to go to bed," I claim, approaching the sitting room to look at him. He angles his head to meet my gaze, a sloppy smirk on his lips.

"Can I join?" He bats his eyelashes dramatically and I debate splashing my freshly poured water into his face. I decide not to, instead silently turning on my heel and retreating down the hallway. He shuffles off the couch and follows right behind me but I pay him no mind. I push open my bedroom door, leaving it open for his entry, because even if he agitated me it'd be a lie to say I disliked his attention. I was a simple female, and making him chase me like this so successfully was amusing, if not a little cruel.

"I have a gift for you," He informs in a sing-song tune.

"When do you not?" I say, placing my water down onto my nightstand and crawling into my large bed, Rhys had insisted on the size when we went furniture shopping so it could fit his wings, I had ignored his foolish assumption that he would ever sleep in my bed, but let him buy me the most expensive mattress anyway.

He reaches into a pocket dimension and removes a flat, rectangular, velvet box, one made for holding tiaras.

"I don't want your money Rhys," I sigh, watching as he situated himself on my bed, his long legs on either side of my hips, encasing me as I practically sit in his lap. "It's not money," He puts a hand up, waving me off. "I don't want your jewels or crowns either," I huff as he places the velvet box directly in front of me.

"It's not— just open it, will you?" His eyes plead with me more than his words. I stifle a curse and pick the ornate box up. It was heavier than I had been expecting, my brows crease as I slowly tilt the lid open, revealing what was inside. It wasn't money or gems, or even a fancy tiara, but a sleek dagger.

The hilt was solid obsidian, embellished with gold detailing, so well crafted it almost felt wrong to be in my hands. Deep red rubies adorned the top of the hilt in a teardrop shape, pointing up to the blade that's been polished to an impossibly sharp edge, Illyrian steel based upon the rich color of the metal. It was utterly elegant, in such a lethally arresting way.

I take the dagger from its confining box, my touch is delicate as I admire it from all angles, the blade moves so fluidly like the steel morphed into liquid when moving through the air. "You like it?" Rhys' voice breaks me from my trance and I grip the hilt a little tighter, looking up at him with an innocent gaze.

"It's unlike anything I've seen before," I murmur, still entranced by its beauty and the way it moved. He smiled at that, proud of himself for finding a way to impress me.

"It's an heirloom," He confesses and my expression drops, looking up at him.

"I can't take this," I immediately say, attempting to shove the dagger back into his hands.

"Sure you can," He sighs. "I have no use for it, and I heard you have a collection of pretty blades," He says, leaning back on his palms and ignoring the way I was haphazardly thrusting the dagger toward him.

"No, Rhys," I declare and his ears perk at the use of his nickname, he's been only Rhysand specifically for the last few months. "I can't, you're only doing all of this because we're supposed to be mates," I say. "I'm not worthy of your gifts, you're just blinded by the effects of the bond,” I say but my explanation must’ve failed to reach his ears because his smile simply remains.

"Darling, I'm a powerful male, if I didn't want the mating bond to affect me I wouldn't let it," He says cockily and I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling at his pride. "I'm doing this, because I want to, it's that simple," He places his large hands on mine, closing my fingers around the dagger. "But, if you don't want it then—" He starts and I shake my head hurriedly. "No, no I do want it," I grip his hands tighter and his brows raise a fraction. "Perfect," His smile returns, but his hands don't let go of mine and maybe for a moment I let myself indulge in his comforting touch.

"And you're telling me the two of you didn't fuck after that?" Mor questioned, an appalled look on her face as I ended my story about the High Lord.

"He gave me a blade, it wasn't exactly getting me hot and bothered," I scoff and she smirks.

"He could've given you another blade," She murmured under her breath but it wasn't quiet enough for me to miss. "Mor!" I look at her with wide eyes but she only snickers.

"Okay, I'm not totally convinced you dislike him, but tell me about Cass," She urges and I deadpan.

"Are you going to make sex jokes again?" I raise an assuming brow.

"No promises," She croons. "Now tell me about him."

Cassian loved to strut around half-naked. His shirt was often absent when I was around. It was an obvious ploy to swoop me off my feet, to get me drooling over his more than impressive abdomen and his arms that could crush my head in. And perhaps I did drool over him in the solitude of my bedroom, but I'd never let him know that.

I was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying my dinner when I nearly choked on my bite of food as Cassian strolled in, clad in nothing but pants and glistening in sweat from training. His hair was tied up in a messy bun that sat at the back of his head, a sword half the size of me slung over his shoulder in a sheath. I swallow my food with effort, my eyes unable to avert from every expanse of skin starting below his neck.

"Hey sweetheart," He says, kicking the front door shut. I snapped my gaze to his but the smirk on his face made it evident that he caught me staring. "Did you make dinner?" He asked, propping his sword up against the side of the counter. I didn’t make dinner, he knew that, because if I had I would be retroactively accepting the mating bond, he just wanted to put the idea in my head.

"Az did," I say through bites, the shadow singer beside me, silently reading a book, successfully not paying Cassian any mind unlike me.

"Is it any good or do you miss my cooking?" He asks with an amused smile, earning him a glare from the spymaster.

"It's delicious," I say, taking another large bite. I hadn't meant to indirectly compliment Azriel but he slightly smiled at my insult on Cassian, then returning to his reading.

The other male grumbled beneath his breath like a toddler throwing a fit as he made himself a plate that seemed more like a feast fit for a starving man, walking to the table and sitting down directly in front of me.

"You're not going to change?" I ask and he raises a brow and looks down at himself.

"Do you, want me to?" He said, slightly confused.

"Well, what if I started showing up to dinner shirtless?" I cross my arms with a scowl, Cassian's eyes light with amusement and Azriel begins to choke on his own air, muffling his coughs as he stuffed his face into his arms.

"I don't think we'd mind," Cassian winked at me and I looked down at my plate, silently cursing myself for walking right into that one.

"I just think it's bad table manners, is all," I murmur, leaning onto my hand as I roll my food over with my fork, playing with it aimlessly.

"If it has that much of an effect on you, I'll go change," He begins to stand and I whip my gaze up, staring at him with creased brows, not wanting him to think I was entirely bothered by it.

"It doesn't have an effect on me," I blurt out and a smirk curves his lips.

"Then I won't change," He sits back down.

"Fine," I say.

"Fine," He agrees.

Dinner went on a regularity from there, that was until I was clearly done with my food and I hadn't retreated to my room like usual, instead, I was far too distracted analyzing all the scars on Cassian's tanned skin, the ones that had stories behind them that I'd most likely never hear, the ones I would've never seen if he hadn't come home without a shirt.

His chest was on full display, rippling in muscle, a tight abdomen that would have me lying if I said my mouth wasn't watering when I stared at it for a moment too long. And gods, his arms made my thoughts wander beyond just arousal, it was more than a craving. My hands were practically shaking in my lap and I was just grateful they were beneath the table.

My eyes snag on a particular scar cutting across his ribs and up to his sternum, it must've been a mess of blood and gore when he got it, only for it to heal over as a simple line slightly darker than his skin tone, beautiful.

"I got it in a duel," Cassian said and I whipped my head up, locking eyes with him.

"What?" I say, my back ramrod straight, visibly embarrassed by the fact that I was just caught for staring so unabashedly.

"My scar," He places a hand over it, tracing two fingers down the raised skin with a practiced, rehearsed movement like he's down it thousands of times before. "It was from an angry husband, his wife neglected to mention she was married and he took some offense towards our, familiarity." He explained. "Insisted on a duel," He shrugged, and I blinked in slight shock.

"You, lost a duel?" I said like the idea was obscene. "Aren't you considered one of the best swordsmen on the continent?" I raised a brow and he shrugged.

"Seemed like the right thing to do," He flashed a charming smile that's guaranteed to have dropped panties before. "You're ridiculous," I said, standing up and grabbing my plate, walking into the kitchen to place my dishes in the sink. The Illyrian followed after me with his own plate, reaching over me and placing it in the basin beside mine.

I whirl around, which turned out to be admittedly a mistake. His bare chest was so close to my face that it was an effort to crane my neck up, keeping eye contact and not letting myself crumble beneath his gaze. "What do you think?" He asks and my eyes regrettably flick down to the scar, and I can't help myself as I reach forward, my fingers brushing over the rough line of skin and I swear for a moment both of us stop breathing. I tentatively pull my hand away, looking up at him with a smirk.

"I think you have enough testosterone to fuel an army," I hum, patting his chest before pushing past him and removing myself from the kitchen, attempting to ignore the way my hand remembered the feel of his skin against it.

Cassian turned to Azriel as soon as I was out of earshot. "That's a good thing, right?" The male mutters with a line between his brows. Azriel's eyes flick up from his novel to look at his brother. "I don't think so, no." He shakes his head, then returns to his page while Cassian's shoulders slump in defeat and he retreats to his room to find a shirt.

"You're telling me, you had your hand on Cassian, the male pushing seven feet, skin to skin and you didn't immediately surrender?" Morrigan says, her brows creased as she grows increasingly worried about my well-being. "Are you sick or something?" She reaches over the table, pressing a hand to my forehead and I scoff, the annoyed sound turning into a laugh as I push her hand away.

"I'm not sick," I claim. "Just a female who has no interest in large, muscular, beautiful, tan males," I grumble, taking a sip from my glass, my voice trailing off as I go on about how truly magnificent they are.

"Right," She settles back into her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, unconvinced. "So," She smirks. "I know you've been saving the best for last," She leans forward, her grin uncontrollable as she rests her elbows on the table while she insists, "Tell me about Azriel."

My experience in Velaris so far was enjoyable— despite the three winged males, the people were kind here, the men didn't stare, the children weren't sickly, and the women held more value than the curvature of their bodies. It was nice here, like some false paradise.

A small part of me would forever hate Rhys and all the others living in his secret city for blindly living their perfect lives, while innocent people dreaded waking up every morning— because the best time they spent was unconscious, in their horrid city just below the mountain, only a short trip away. Such a drastic shift of atmosphere.

Sometimes when my guilt of being happy began to grow too unbearable I found myself in the library. The first and only place so far I've felt entirely safe. It was quiet here, enough to clear my thoughts, but not enough for unwanted ones to creep in. Priestesses bustled around the building with carts and stacks of books, keeping the tenor lively and welcoming.

So it was a shock when my safe space was suddenly and harshly ripped away from me when I saw a familiar winged Illyrian sitting in the spot I always chose. It wasn't mine by any means, but the bastard must've known this was the alcove I selected every time I came here, there was no way he just so happened to favor this spot as well with the amount of floors alone this place had.

"Move," I was particularly upset this morning due to lack of sleep from incessant nightmares. He only smirks, his eyes slow as they left the book he was so engrossed with, and dragged up to my features. Hazel pools flickering with amusement as he meets my gaze.

"Oh? Is this your spot?" He tilts his head mockingly and I grip my book harder.

I disliked Rhys for how he acts in the Hewn City, and Cassian for his overtly boisterous and arrogant behavior, but Azriel— no one quite got under my skin like Azriel. I couldn't exactly pin down why he made me so frustrated, perhaps it was because he would be the easiest to like, or maybe it was because I always thought he was the prettiest whenever they'd make their annual appearance in my home court, something about that particular fact made me hot with both rage and excitation.

"Well, I haven't exactly seen you sitting here before," I argue, clutching my book to my chest with furrowed brows.

"Fair point," He hums while scooting over and offering me a few more inches of space. It wasn't exactly the largest amount of seating area but he was kind enough to move, and I was far too tired to continue arguing. So I settled in beside him.

The spot I favored over all the others was nestled in a carved-out alcove, hidden from any peering eyes, located between shelves full of various hardback spines. The only viewpoint was from the balcony upstairs, or straight ahead. It felt safe, and I've yet to find any other place I liked as much as this one, so I was open to sharing as long as he kept to his book and I kept to mine, silently.

But the olive green couch wasn't big enough for the both of us and I quietly cursed his insanely large wings for taking up the entire area, one of the dark limbs spread out behind me while the other hung off the edge of the couch, the one behind my back however forced me closer to him, my side pressed against his, and my legs that I had pressed to my chest leaning onto his lap, so much so that I might as well have just been sitting in it, we must've looked ridiculous.

Nevertheless, he opened his book back up and offered me the peaceful quiet I craved. I did the same, cracking my book and finding the page I was on.

It was nice for a moment, the awkward silence morphing into something more comfortable as it grew familiar between us. I had even gotten a few chapters in before I reached a much more, graphic, chapter. The descriptions were downright erotic, and suddenly everything the male did stopped mattering because I was now entirely consumed by the book I had randomly picked off the shelves this morning.

"What are you reading?" He was so very close to my ear that I felt his breath against it, and I snapped my book shut, the sound echoing off the shelves of the quiet library.

"None of your business," I retort, whipping my head to him with stern brows, he narrows his at me suspiciously. "What about you?" I jerk my head towards his closed book like it's been neglected for more than just a few seconds. "Is it a guide on how to kill your brothers? Because I might be interested in reading that one next," I say with a smirk and he mirrors it.

"I wish, Cass practically kicked me out this morning with his atrocious singing while he made himself lunch," He grumbled and my lip quivered upward, my amusement unmanageable at the scene he put in my head, and I cursed myself because, of course, he notices.

"Oh, you think I'm funny?" He says and he was so damned close that one inch closer would result in noses brushing.

"Shh." I press my pointer finger to his soft lips. "No talking in the library." I smirk at him teasingly, removing my touch from his sensuous lips, dragging the bottom one down only for it to spring back up when I let go in an oddly satisfying way.

"We don't have to talk," He suggests, catching my hand before it can fall to my lap. My cheeks grow hot as he interlaces our fingers, palms pressing together, soft skin against scars. He notices my blush and moves that lethal inch closer, the tip of his nose ghosting against mine. "You want to kiss me so badly," He continues his taunts and I scowl, but I don't dare move away.

"Shut up," I bite back.

"Are you going to make me?" He arches a perfect brow and I grit my teeth, deciding I won't play his stupid games. I detangle our hands and turn away from him, but I can still feel his eyes on me.

"You're just as bad as your brothers," I claim, opening my book again.

"You wound me," He gasps in faux pain and I roll my eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to be the quiet one?" I huff, attempting to find the page I was on.

"Just because they're loud doesn't mean I don't speak too," He states, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Whatever," I grumble, and his wing curls around me a little tighter. He stayed silent for a moment, just a moment of relieving peace, but it was over as soon as it began and I was grateful for the second, but the opposite of gratitude came over me when he spoke again.

"This is filthy, love," He runs his finger down the edge of my book and I close the novel again, this time quietly so it doesn't reverberate throughout the library again.

"I'm not shaming you," His voice is deep and seductive as he speaks, so very close to my ear I swear with every word I could feel it vibrate down my spine. "Just wanted to let you know I'm open to recreating it," He suggested and I sighed, deciding I'd had enough of his banter, and stood up, clutching my book to my chest as I looked back to him.

"You're relentless," I say and he shrugs with a coy smile.

"No goodbye kiss?" He hums and I only shake my head and storm out of the alcove, leaving the library more frustrated than I was when I arrived.

"And?" Mor gestures her hands, demanding more.

"That was it," I shrug.

"You didn't go back and make out with him?" She creased her brows like I was insane.

"No, because I don't need a male to enjoy my life," I say. "You are one to understand that," I suggest with my brows raising and she simply rolls her eyes with dissatisfaction.

"Yeah, but— that doesn't mean you should strip yourself the pleasure of having all three of them," She wiggles her brows and my cheeks grow hot. "Or you could just pick one and miss out with the rest," She adds, before taking a sip from her glass, the liquid inside nearly gone.

I thought it might've been impossible to just pick one. They all had their own personalities and unique qualities, and what if I somehow chose wrong? What if my decision came between the three of them? Then again why can't I just have all three of them? They're all so kind to me, and they're funny, and so very gorgeous, and— "Oh gods, I'm in love," I gasp quietly, my hand cupping over my mouth at the devastating recognition.

Morrigan only nods with a wide grin, like she's been waiting for me to realize since we sat down in this booth. "What do I do?" Suddenly I don't know how to think, or how to act.

"Put them out of their misery and feed those poor bastards," She proposed and I groaned with defiance.

“I’ve been working so hard to ignore their pathetic acts for the last five months, I can’t just give in now.” I practically melt onto the table, my head falling into my arms dramatically.

“Hey, listen to me,” She grabs me by the face, smushing my cheeks as she emphasizes every word. “Do you want them to fuck you senseless?” She asks and I sigh, but inevitably nod with a pitying frown. “Then go." She releases my face and shoos me with her hands and I smile as I stand up. “You’re the best Morrigan,” I claim and she winks at me. “I know,” She shrugs and I blow her a kiss before winnowing to where the tether between the three men felt the strongest.

Which landed me in a cabin I'd never been in before, the sitting room warmed by the crackling fire in the hearth.

Whatever conversation the three males were having halted when I showed up. They all looked at me with analyzing eyes, raking up and down my figure, still in my party dress from Rita's, the material tight, hugging every curve and dip of my body and ending high on my thighs, showing off the entirety of my legs and an obscene amount of cleavage, which the males definitely didn't miss.

Cassian and Rhys were sat on a sofa in front of the fire, Azriel was situated in a large leather chair that he claimed like some sort of king, distanced from the fire I notice. All three of them had short crystal glasses, a matching decanter sat on the coffee table halfway filled with an amber liquid.

"Hey, sweetheart," Cassian was the first to speak. "What brings you here?" He hums and I clench my jaw. What was I doing here? Silently I whirl on my heel and walk towards the kitchen, finding a bowl of fruit situated on the counter. I grabbed an orange from the variety, taking my time to peel the rind off, the three of them staring at me curiously as I approached them again, splitting the pieces of the fruit into thirds, handing each of them a slice without a single word.

"Are oranges supposed to pair well with whiskey?" Rhys held the fruit up, staring at it confused as if the High Lord truly didn't understand what was going on. He wasn't seriously going to make me say it, was he?

"Eat," I demand but they only stare at me with blank eyes and I sigh, my shoulders sagging. "Whoever's orange is gone first I'll make out with," I say and within the blink of an eye all three of their slices of fruit were gone, but I caught Azriel swallowing first so I approach him and take the liberty of sliding over his lap.

He wastes no time before putting his hands on me and pulling me into him, his lips immediately finding mine.

I smile at the citrusy taste still ghosting his tongue as he pushes it into my mouth, tasting every inch he can find like a starved animal, craving more. My hand goes into his hair while his scarred ones slowly slip beneath my dress, gripping me tightly and pinning me down onto his hips, allowing me to feel just how hard he was beneath me.

Desperate, indeed.

"Az," I whine softly and he groans at the sound, his kisses turning sloppy as he loses himself entirely in the taste of me.

"Alright," Cassian's voice calls, familiar, large hands coming to my waist and pulling me off of Azriel's lap with ease, throwing me over a broad shoulder.

"Is this what it's going to be like mated to you three?" I say, still upside down as Cassian's hands roam the backs of my thighs, then higher. "Passed around between you three like some doll?" I say, secretly not minding the idea.

"If you don't want to be passed around," He tosses me down onto a large bed. "We can always share at once," He hums and I had an unshakable feeling that I would be split in half if I took all of them for the first time, at once.

"No, I like being passed around," I say with bright red cheeks and he smirks, guiding me up onto the bed, my head meeting the pillows.

"Then who do you want first?" He hums, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Rhys," I look to the high lord. "I want Rhys," I say and the violet-eyed male raised a brow, his smirk uncontrollable as he approached the bedside. Cassian moved off of me and Rhys took his place over me, his lips finding mine with ease.

He kisses softly at first but that only last so long before he's leaving my mouth and beginning to nip and suck on my neck, licking over it to soothe the marks. I writhe beneath him, my hands in his dark hair as I ache for more. I reach for his pants, unbuckling his belt with one hand before moving to the ties confining his hardened bulge.

"No darling, you're going to ride me," He says breathily into my neck and my hand halts on his pants. He smirked at my reaction and flipped us over so I was on top. He unzips the back of my dress with ease, helps me slip it off with gentle hands as I straddle over his hips, now completely bare for all three of them, but it was only Rhys' eyes I was focused on at the moment.

I rut my hips down over the imprint in his pants, releasing a soft sigh as the action puts friction on my clit. He smiled up at me and how needy I was for him already.

He takes his pants the rest of the way off, his boxers along with it and I can't help but smile at the sight of him, his tip pulsing and red, and the length of him was intimidating enough on its own. "You think you're ready for me?" He asks, ripping my panties off with an ease I marveled at, but before I could reply to his question he swiped his fingers through my folds and my breath hitched at the stimulation, my arousal soaking his fingers, he pulls them back for me to see and I flush in embarrassment at how wet I already was.

"Oh, darling I've barely touched you," he smirks and I look away from his eyes, attempting to get my blush under control. "There's no need to be shy," He guides my face back to look at him. "Be good and take all of me, yeah?" He arches a dark brow and I nod, placing my hands on his chest as I rise on my knees while he helps align himself with my entrance.

He looks at me pointedly and I nod, then sink myself down onto him, ever so slowly.

"That's it," He grunts out as my cunt swallows around the head of his cock. He throws his head back into the pillows as I sink deeper, reaching the halfway point and clenching around him hard.

My nails scratched down his chest as the unfamiliar stretched, his eyes gleaming with pure lust until eventually my hips pressed against his and I let out a sinful moan as he brushed up against that bundle of nerves deep inside of me, kissing it softly.

"Rhys," I sigh, my nails digging into his abdomen as my cunt twitched around him. His hands come to my hips, slowly guiding me back and forth, manually making me grind on him.

"Fuck, taking me so well," He grits between his teeth, already restraining himself.

My back involuntarily arches as he kisses up against that sensitive spot again, moans tumbling from my lips as I begin to bounce myself up and down on his cock. He smiles hazily, his hands leaving my waist in favor of cupping my breasts, rubbing his calloused thumbs over my peaked nipples. My breath hitched at the sensation, clenching around him tighter as he groped them, tweaking them between his fingers, making my release barrel closer.

"So good for me, getting yourself off on my cock," He admires and I nod, a whimper slipping from my lips as I pull myself out to his tip then let gravity slam me back down onto him, the head of his length pounding into my sacred spot, making me release a lewd moan, screaming out his name as I clamp around the width of him, a ring of white forming around the base of his cock.

"Feels so, so good darling," He says breathlessly. "Such a good girl," He murmurs and I throw my head back at the praise.

"I'm close— Rhys, I can't," I pant out, unable to catch my breath with the way he relentlessly pounded into my cunt. "Me too, fuck— keep doing that," He grunted. "Keep squeezing me so tight, just like that," He instructs and I nod, my pussy taking all of him as he twitches deep inside of me, signaling that he was close.

I go faster, my thighs burning with the movement but I ignore the pain, delighting in the pleasure he was giving me. He pounds into me relentlessly, both of us teetering along that edge, and the moment his hands find my nipples again I'm left helpless, and suddenly I rise to my climax, coming to a crescendo as I meet my peak of pleasure.

I gasp as his warm cum seeps into my cunt, spurting out of his cock with one last clench of my core and he released a thick white liquid. "Gods, such a good girl," He sighs out, his large hands groping my breasts one last time before they dip down to my waist, and help guide me off of his length, laying me back into the bed.

"Cass," I murmured, keeping my legs together in order to hold Rhys' release inside of me. "Cassian, I want you next," I pant out, still not entirely over the high that Rhys left me with but I already wanted more, and lucky for me the male was there quickly, switching with Rhys as he hovers over me, his pants already absent and his cock leaking a milky substance, the sight making my mouth water. He was noticeably wider than Rhys, and I debated whether or not he'd tear me in two.

"Flip around, wanna feel your pretty pussy from behind," He hums and I do as he says, turning onto my stomach and hiking up onto my knees. His calloused hands find my hips, helping me guide them up higher, my back forming a perfect crescent as I keep my face in the pillows and maximize my arch.

"You ready for more sweetheart?" He asks and I nod, tears welling in my eyes as his heavy cock slaps against my soaking folds, my arousal dripping onto him as Rhys' release cascaded down my thighs. He lathers himself in my liquids, his pre-cum adding to the mixture.

"Want you, Cass," I murmur. "Don't hold back," I add and I can practically feel the way he was smirking. His tip prodding against my pulsing entrance.

"Tell me if it's too much alright?" He kisses my shoulder softly, his rough voice gentle as it meets my ear. I nod, but before any more words are spoken he grips my hips tighter and thrusts inside of me.

I gasp, breath being lost on me as I fist the sheets beneath me. "Cass," I cry out, the width of him stretching against my walls, molding me to him.

"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me," He sighs out and I gripe, writhing beneath him as he pushes deeper and deeper, forcing my legs wider so he could enter more comfortably.

My breathing is labored as his hips finally snap against my ass. He groans at the feeling of his cock entirely sheathed inside of my cunt, stretching me beyond capacity like a sleeve made just for him.

"Please, Cass," I whine and he leans over me, my back bowing against his chest, his lips coming beside my ear.

"We only just started, sweetheart," He taunted, nipping at my shoulder.

Ever so slowly he pulls out, removing himself only about halfway before slamming back into me with an outmatched force. I screamed at the switch of pace, his thrusts coming quickly, pushing me up the bed.

I reached forward, gripping the headboard to stop my body from unconsciously running away from him. He drove his hips forward harshly, his balls slapping against my folds. His hands left my hips in favor of my ass, handling me roughly as I arched beneath him, feeling his width deeper the lower into the pillows I went.

"Good girl.” He throws his head back, sweat glistening as it rolls down his chest, into the groves of his abdomen. I mewl loudly, incapable of forming words as he fucks me beyond sentences.

"Such pretty noises you're making for me," He hums, his lips ghosting against the shell of my ear. "Am I making you feel good?" He whispers and I swallow thickly, tears brimming my eyes as I nod helplessly, defenseless under him like this. He smirks at my unsolicited actions as I grip around his shaft tighter, delighting in how good it feels as he stretches me.

His hands returned to the curve of my ass, gripping the plush skin in his large hands, loving the way it left red imprints, marking me as his, as theirs.

"Pull my hair," I murmur.

"What was that, pretty girl?" He leans over me and I flush shyly, I knew he heard me the first time.

"Pull my hair," I repeat and he smiles.

"Yeah? You want that?" He wraps his hand around my locks, gripping the back of my skull before tugging on it and I moan, my release catching up to me as he manhandles me, just how I wanted. His grip tightens as I squeeze around his cock, his heavy balls continuing to clap against my neglected folds. "That's it, baby, just like that," He assures, watching as I lose myself in the heat, fire blooming over my skin as my release barrels closer and closer.

"Please," Tears slip down my cheeks. "Let me cum, I’m close," I mewl, gripping the headboard tighter, my nails denting the wood.

"Already?" He teased and I nod, pushing myself back onto his cock and he grunts, twitching inside of me and brushing against my elastic walls. "Go ahead, make a mess sweetheart," He allows and I immediately follow his order, my orgasm ripping through me for the second time tonight, his following soon after, shooting his load of cum into me, filling my every crevice and mixing with Rhysand's inside of me.

I grip at the sheets as he pumps into me one last time and I clamp down on him, milking his cock as he slowly removes himself from me and collapses down onto the bed beside me.

My legs ache as I sink back down into the mattress, my intense high slowly fading away as I flip over onto my back.

I jolt as a cold sensation runs up my thighs, skidding across my waist and meeting my breasts, shadows swirling around the peaks of my nipples, slowly tightening and beginning to tweak the hardened buds.

"Az," I sigh, shaking my head. "I can't," I murmur, far too overstimulated to even think about taking another round.

"You can." He comes between my legs, shadows forming at my thighs and prying them open, forcing them to stay even when I try to close them. I can make out the way Cassian's cum seeps out of my cunt and down my ass, the feeling making my mouth water for Azriel's cum too, wanted all of their release to mix in my womb.

"There's so many things I've wanted to do to you," He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my collarbone. "Things I've imagined doing to you," He confesses, beginning to place soft pecks up the side of my neck, to my jaw. "Which one of us do you think of when you touch yourself?" He asks, his lips ghosting over mine and my brows bunch because it'd be a lie if I said I ever thought about just one of them.

"I asked you a question," He purrs, his hands coming to my wrists, gathering them up above my head. "Be a good girl and answer it for me." The tip of his nose runs along the side of my neck before his lips make contact with the side of my throat, teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh.

"All of you," I confess, pulling slightly at my wrists as he lets go but shadows have them pinned down too.

"Yeah? Do you like to imagine all three of us ruining all your pretty, wet holes at once?" He croons, his mouth just beside my ear and I writhe, unable to even grind against my own thighs since his shadows were holding me open, leaving me desperate and vulnerable for his own pleasure.

"Az," I whine.

"Tell me," He demands. "Tell me what you think about when your fingers are stuffed in your needy cunt," He hums and my brows crease at how humiliating this all was.

"I think about all three of you, fucking all my pretty holes," I confess and he smiles proudly.

"Yeah? Does that get you off?" He hums and I nod with a whimper, murmuring a pathetic, "Mhm."

His fingers are barely there as he drags them up my figure, then back down to my hips, keeping me restrained as I clench around nothing.

"I need you inside of me, please," I beg and he manically grins, kissing along my jaw, nipping at it as I continue to pull against his shadows.

"Such a needy little thing aren't you?" He taunts and I nod, agreeing with whatever he wants me to as long as he pushes himself inside of me. "Yeah? Don't worry baby, I'm going to ruin you." He said, his grip tightening on my hips as he pressed his tip to my entrance, and without another warning, pushed inside of me.

I screamed his name loudly at the intense feeling, he didn't waste time and he most definitely wasn't gentle like Rhys, or kind like Cassian, he was fucking me like an animal, and I loved every second of it.

Maybe it was because I was overstimulated but he felt so fucking long inside of me, and when his length was fully sheathed in my cunt I swore he was up against my cervix.

Shadows released my thighs for only a moment so that he could adjust my legs, pulling them up to my sides and putting me into a mating press.

"Gods, you're taking me so well," He admires, staring down at me with low-lidded eyes as I let him withdraw everything he wants from me, his cock nestled deep inside of me as I take him deeper and deeper while he fucked me into the mattress, unrelenting and so very stimulating.

"That's it, so fucking good," He throws his head back at the feeling of my puffy cunt squeezing around him torturously tight. "Gods, I'm going to fuck this wet pussy until you beg me to stop," He groans and I moan at his lewd words, and the sounds of his hips slapping against the backs of my thighs, his full balls smacking into my ass as he continued his rough pace.

He looks down at me, sweat lining my forehead and a permanent blush over my cheeks, tears running down the sides of my face as he uses me.

"You look so pretty tied up like this," He smirks, analyzing my every breath, as if needing to remember this for later.

My mouth is open, moans escaping the base of my throat with each of his thrusts, the head of his long cock kissing my cervix and I scream, my nails digging into my palms as I fight off my orgasm, feeling my encroaching climax grow closer and closer.

"Az—" I start, barely able to get his name out before I'm cut off by another moan. "I have to—" I can't even say it, tears blurring my vision as he continues to pummel into me and I deflect my third release. "You already have to cum baby?" He smirks down at me and I nod, so grateful he understood but my gratitude dwindled away with his next words. "You wanna cum? You think you've earned it?"

I nod fervently, my body aching at the position he had me stuck in. I convulse around the base thick of his cock, the back of my head buried in the pillows as I plead for my climax but he wasn't allowing it until he came too.

I force my legs open wider and he hits into me deeper, earning a grunt of pleasure from him.

"I can't Az," I plead. "I promise, I'll be a good girl just, let me cum," I say and he groans at how I sounded begging for my own release, the sounds of my moans pushing him closer to that edge.

"Alright baby, go ahead, come all over my cock," He commands and I obey without another thought, my release slamming into me hard, resulting in me shaking beneath him, my legs jolting as he slowly unpins them and lets me wrap my legs around his torso, riding out my high as he presses into my cervix and with one last harsh thrust he grunts and releases his seed into my womb, mixing it with Rhysand's and Cassian's.

My cunt is left red and swollen as he removes himself from my entrance, I close my legs as soon as he was gone, not letting any of their releases escape me, keeping it tucked inside. The mating bond affected me so much that I wanted to feel this fucked out all the time, have them fill me at every moment, drunk on their cocks.

"You did so well for us," Azriel hums, sinking into the bed beside me, my ass up against him as I flip onto my side and face Cassian, his lips finding mine, biting at my lower one while Rhys' hands fondle my oversensitive breasts. "Poor baby, she thinks we're done," Azriel hums, his cock hardening again, pressing to my ass.

"Please," I whimper but none of them stop their movements.

"It's time to take us all at once, darling," Rhys said and I gasped as I felt his hand cup my heat.

"You ready, sweetheart?" Cass asks and I can only nod helplessly.

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beomiracles · 2 months ago

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𝓐 𝓑𝐀𝐑𝐆𝓐𝐈𝐍 𝓞𝐅 𝓓𝓔𝐀𝐓𝐇

DREAM ENTRY ⸝⸝ The dead speak to you. Through tears and through desperate pleas. When they aren't begging of you to release them from their personal hell, they warn you, they warn you of them. You are no fool, and you heed the spirit's fearful words. But when the single person whose life you value above your own is put at risk, you turn to find solace within the very beings who may take it — the cloaked. ⸝⸝

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ wc, 13k(?) ་༘࿐

𝓹airing vampire!beomgyu x psychic!reader (f) [ featuring — coven!txt ] 𝔀arnings death, ghosts/spirits, sleep paralysis, terminal diseases, malnourishment, blood & blood sacrifices + drinking, coercion, eventual smut (probably), 1300s au — more tba..

✎𓂃 I've been itching to get back to this fic for over a month now ! I think I've finally worked up both the time and motivation for it as well and I'm super duper excited ! so far I'm 3k in and I really love how it's looking — my regular taglist applies as always (dark cont.) but if you're not on it and want to be tagged for this specifically let me know !

RELEASE DATE (spoiler, im terrible at these) -> 15th April

teaser under the cut <3

A desperate father stumbles down the empty street. He’s crying, tears streaming down his dirty face. He carries a child in his arms. His son. The child is weak, undoubtedly another victim of the plague. His face is a yellowish hue, his eyes drooping and his head lulled back as he lays limp in his father’s grasp.

The father screams, he shouts, almost overpowering the sorrowful cries in your head. Everyone is watching, some peeking through their windows, others peering out between the crack of their doors. No one offers him help. It is strange how selfish the human becomes when reduced to nothing. How blind they act toward the same pain they themselves are suffering.

You regard the man as he makes his way down the street, and only when you realize that he’s heading for the house atop the hill do your eyes widen. His legs tremble as he fights his way up, his arms looking as though they are about to give in any second now. Yet he persists. — His fist slams against the door, his desperate plea echoing over rooftops.

No one would answer. Who would want to take on a sick child, who would want to watch such a pitiful death? — But the old door glides open, and you watch in bewilderment as the father stumbles inside.

Tension hangs in the air, one so thick that a hot knife would be needed to cut through it. You wait, pacing your small living room with short and quick steps. Hours pass, you wonder if the boy had died already. It could take a night, sometimes two. The plague forced a slow death upon its victims, making them suffer for as long as their body could take it.

You glance toward the house in search of him, wishing and hoping for his return. You barely knew the man, yet you worried for him, you worried for his life. That feeling of death, it had yet to leave. Those cloaked men, they carried something stronger than the plague, something deadlier, and that father had been a fool not to see it sooner.

Alas, he returns that evening. And your jaw plummets to the floor when you see him exit the house. He holds his son by the hand as they walk down the hill. The boy is skipping forward on two healthy legs, a wide smile on his face. He was no longer yellow, his eyes no longer drooped. He looked… perfectly fine.

It was a miracle.

Soon after that, people dared emerge from the prison they called home. One by one they ventured to the house on the hill, and all came back cured. Still, the queasy feeling in your stomach lingers as all the more seek out the cloaked men. — Had you been the only one to notice the father’s pale condition as he returned with his son?

#beomiracles ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

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vampirequsa · 1 month ago

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''When The King Whispers''

You shouldn't be here. No one should be. But in your dream, you step into the domain of Ryomen Sukuna--and instead of being torn apart, you speak to him.

The first thing you feel is warmth. Not the soft kind that cradles you in sleep, but something oppressive. Heavy. Like the air itself is soaked in blood and heat.

You’re dreaming. That’s the only explanation. One moment, you were lying in your bed at the dorms, still buzzing from the aftermath of a mission, and the next—you’re here. Somewhere else.

The sky above you is deep crimson, rippling like silk. The ground beneath your feet is dark stone veined with black-gold cracks, pulsing faintly like it’s breathing. There are columns rising into nothingness, carved with symbols you can’t recognize but that make your chest ache when you look at them.

And at the center of it all is the throne.

A jagged, monstrous thing built of bone and obsidian, taller than any human should sit upon—and sitting on it is Sukuna.

His eyes are already on you.

You freeze. It’s instinct. Fear spikes in your veins, but your feet are rooted in place.

He looks the same as he does when he wears Yuji’s body—but there’s a difference now. He isn’t just a passenger. He’s whole. And that terrifying presence, the one that always feels like it’s watching from behind your friend’s smile, is fully awake.

He leans forward slowly, resting his cheek on one hand. “Well. This is a surprise.”

His voice is low and silken, like it’s been dragged across your skin. You expect him to mock you. Threaten you. Rip you apart for daring to stumble into his domain.

But he doesn’t.

He watches you in silence for a long moment. Then, to your utter disbelief, he smiles—wolfish and amused.

“You’re not screaming.”

You gather your breath. It feels like the air itself resists you. “Should I be?”

He chuckles. “Most do.”

You take a step forward before you can stop yourself. It feels like blasphemy—like walking toward a god you were warned never to look in the eye. But you can’t help it. Curiosity pulls at you stronger than fear.

“What is this place?” you ask softly.

“My domain. My throne. My sanctuary.” He spreads his arms lazily. “What remains of it, at least. A shadow carved into a dream.”

You stare around you—at the impossible sky, at the quiet stone steps leading to his feet. “It’s… beautiful."

That gets a reaction.

His head tilts slightly, one eyebrow raising. The amusement fades from his smile, replaced with something unreadable. His eyes narrow, not with malice—but with interest. The kind of sharp attention that makes your skin prickle.

“No one has ever called it that,” he says.

Silence stretches between you.

You should be scared. You should run, or wake yourself up, or pray to someone stronger than him. But instead… you sit.

Right there, on the lowest step of his throne.

A strange calm settles over you. “If I’m already dreaming,” you say, “then I may as well see it through.”

He laughs again—rich and full, echoing off the distant pillars. “You’re bold. I like that.”

Minutes pass like that. Maybe hours. Time doesn’t flow the same here. He speaks of ancient things with cryptic phrasing. Of old temples that once chanted his name. Of wars he started and lovers he devoured. But something about the way he talks—slow, deliberate, almost wistful—makes you think… he’s lonely.

And maybe, just maybe, this dream was no accident.

Eventually, you ask, “Why am I here?”

He leans forward again, resting his elbows on his knees. “Because you think of me. Even when you shouldn’t.”

You feel your breath catch.

His eyes gleam like a predator’s. “I hear it. When you wonder what I’m really like. When you see me behind that boy’s eyes and don’t look away.”

You open your mouth to deny it—but it would be a lie.

And somehow, you know he would see straight through it.

“I don’t fear you,” you whisper.

“You should.”

He stands, and the sheer force of his presence steals your breath. He descends the steps slowly, deliberately, each movement fluid and ancient. When he reaches you, you should flinch.

You don’t.

He reaches out and brushes a finger beneath your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his.

“You’re fascinating,” he murmurs. “A little moth with no sense of danger. Or maybe… just enough to like the fire anyway.”

Your skin tingles where he touched you.

“I’ll be seeing more of you,” he says, as the dream begins to unravel—your surroundings dissolving into smoke and blood-red petals.

You blink.

And then you wake.

In your dorm, heart pounding, lips parted in silence.

On your neck, just beneath your jaw, is a faint, burning warmth. Like a brand kissed into your skin.

And you swear you hear a voice—his voice—whispering from somewhere deep inside your mind.

“Next time, stay longer.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fluff #jjk fluff #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen smut #ryomen x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jujutsu x reader

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starcultz · 2 months ago

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bleeding devotion

synopsis: suguru tends to your wounds underneath the dim lights of his bathroom.

contents: mentions of blood, reader enjoys violence, it’s essentially a sensitive!suguru x delinquent!reader | w.c: 0.8k

a/n: i wrote this stream of consciousness at midnight in like 10 minutes a few months ago while listening to “gibson girl” by ethel cain, so i’m cleaning it up & posting it again! soft sugu & bloody reader my beloveds… <3 i hope you enjoy! MWAH! ♡

suguru thinks you look pretty like this.

blood dripping from your lips like pomegranate juice, smeared across your mouth like lipstick, coating your teeth in a layer of red rubies — as if you bit into something you shouldn’t have. your sick smirk, lecherous and all-knowing, makes his stomach churn with fear and adrenaline. suguru knows that you can sense his unease and discomfort, he knows that you enjoy it — something about wanting to see him squirm is fun to you.

he won't give you the satisfaction.

(his hands won't stop shaking.)

he doesn’t know why violence comes so easily to you. why it’s such a natural part of your being, a second nature of some sort. it’s something you revel in, take pride in, surround yourself with. it consumes you.

you're a dog who likes to fight.

he also doesn’t know why it’s something you always tell him not to do. you tell him that a face like his isn’t mean to he ruined; he should keep it safe and pretty, like it is.

suguru thinks you're a fucking hypocrite.

(his mother told him to stay away from you, you’re a bad influence. his father thinks he’s a lost cause just like you.)

he doesn’t know why he’s “friends” with you, if he’s being honest with himself. there’s no transactional relationship, you don’t offer up anything to him besides physical scars and bloody wounds that need healing. he thinks he allows it because he likes taking care of you. he has a fondness for abandoned strays — he enjoys the way he has to put you back together again, savors the way your lowlidded gaze follows his form around his bathroom as you sit atop his counter, your wolfish smile and pointed stare devouring his very being. there’s a beauty in the mundanity as he grabs gauze from the cabinet next to your head, bandaids from the drawer underneath your left thigh, and rubbing alcohol underneath the sink.

he likes this little routine you’ve both created a little too much — a dance of some sort. it’s muscle memory now.

most of all, suguru knows that he likes being needed. that he’s of use because someone stronger than him needs to be taken care of, that someone like you can only rely on someone like him — the polite, pretty boy from down the street. he takes pride in being your safety net.

the wince on your face when he finally dabs your skin is just a fun little bonus.

you don’t mind the sting, you never have, you’re a bit masochistic like that. it’s enjoyable for you because suguru is the one doing it — nursing you, putting you in momentary agony, inflicting pain just to take it away seconds later. it's not too bad when you think about it.

it’s not so bad when his fingers brush your hair away from your face, it’s not so bad when he tilts your jaw upwards, it’s not so bad when his bangs tickle your cheek. it’s not so bad when he leans his face closer to yours — his minty breath fanning into your face, sweet and warm. it’s not so bad when he softly demands you to, “be careful.”

it’s not so bad when you set your sights upon his lips, plush and rosy. it’s not so bad when you look at his pearly white teeth, watching his lips form around your name, urging and heeding, imploring you to take his advice.

he's a sensitive boy at heart, is what you've figured out.

you never say anything back because you know you never will be. careful, that is.

you like this routine you've both created a little too much.

suguru sighs, soft and light. he gazes at you tiredly, yet oddly fond, pools of topaz burning through a ring of obsidian. he raises his hand, resting his warm fingers against your lips, pressing, softly at first. then a bit harder. he gets closer. he wonders if the blood in your mouth will taste sweeter in his. he thinks he wants to breathe life into you, that if anyone could do it, he can. you think you just might let him, just to see if he could.

it’s midnight and the lights are dim, only a pool of moonlight from the bay window and a soft sepia tone from the bulbs above illuminate the features of the pretty boy who lives down the street — the one standing in front of you now. his pulsating chest pressed up against yours. a heart for a heart, both of you love-drunk and dazed.

your blood drips from suguru’s lips like amber honey, sweet and warm.

you think suguru looks pretty like this.

#geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #rewrote this because i have a lot of love for this little thing :’)#my writing

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manias-wordcount · 9 months ago

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hi! I was wondering if I could get some soft sex with rin okumura from blue excorcist? Like it’s their first times but reader is nervous so rin talks her through it? Just because I watched the new season and my fixation is coming back lol

Broken Virtues (Rin Okumura x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽 𝗥𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗦𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝟭𝟯𝟵 -𝟭𝟰𝟭?? (𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴)

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁!! 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’re not stupid. You know everything you need to know about the Demon King.

You know the power that they hold. You know how the carve destruction and the fall of humanity. You know how cruel and unfeeling they are. How ruthless and vicious they are. How their sharp claws can tear through almost anything. How their sharp teeth can bite through the human body like it’s nothing. How it’s in their nature to pillage and rob and destroy and destroy and destroy. You know everything you need to know about demons. You know everything you need to know about the Demon King. But…

“Spread your legs a little bit more for me, okay? And I’ll take care of the rest.”

This Demon King told you to call him Rin.

“O-okay,” Your voice is shaking as you respond to him. But it’s not the reason you would have expected. If you found yourself in this position with any other man- with any other demon, at that- you would have thought you’d be filled to the brim with anxiety. Wondering if one wrong move could cause your life to be over. But you’re not being laid on your back by just anyone right now. You’re being laid out by a boy with flames like a demon, yet looks exactly your age. A boy who seemed cold and scary on the outside, yet so soft and so sweet when he started kissing you all over.

A boy who promised you that it was all going to be okay as he began to undress you. Because it’s his first time too.

And now that you’re laying here, completely naked with a Demon King hovering just above you in the same state of undress, you still find your nervousness spiking. But Rin had only just finished giving you your second orgasm of the night with his tongue and his fingers. His tail was curled against your ankle and rubbing against your skin almost absently. Like it has a mind of its own. Like it’s trying to comfort you. Because truthfully, there are lots of things for you to worry about in this moment. There are lots of things for you to fear. But as you stare up and into the blue eyes of the guy before you, you find yourself easily spreading your legs a little wider for him.

Because Rin is stronger than all your issues and all your fears. And because, despite everything you know and everything you’ve ever been taught, perhaps sharing your first time with a Demon King wouldn’t be so awful. Perhaps even falling for a Demon King wouldn’t be so bad either. Not that you would ever admit to doing something so horrible, of course. You know the punishment for people who commit acts such as this. You’re well aware of your sins. And yet…

You’re gasping, as Rin leans down and nuzzles against your neck while whispering softly into your ear. You’re gasping, not just because his insanely soft hair tickles against your skin. But because you could feel him as he leans closer to you. You could feel it poke at your thigh- hard and stiff and imposing. Maybe he was trying to purposely distract you from it. Maybe he was trying to hide what it looks like from you. But you know. You caught a glimpse of it.

And you’re not sure how it’s ever supposed to fit.

You’re a late bloomer compared to all of your friends. While all of your best girl friends in high school would whisper and giggle about their boyfriends or the guys they would hook up with, you could only sit by awkwardly with a little experience with more than a few kisses from crushes here and there. But to you, that was alright. You told all your friends that you were saving it for someone special. Someone you felt deserved to share your first time with you.

What made you so eager and willing to lose your virginity with a demon, you’ll never know. But the downside of waiting until after high school and until this moment to share such a special moment with someone means that you’ll be a little uninformed about what you should be expected to see when a guy lowers his pants and aligns the tip of his cock with your awaiting entrance.

At first, it’s about what you’d expect based on what you heard from your friends. You remember them sharing all their tips and tricks from a couple years ago. Remember to relax completely. Breathe in and out. Never tense up. Always speak up. All the works. But as Rin’s dick stops poking and prodding at your lower lips and instead starts to make its way inside and stretch you out for the very first time, you can’t let out another gasp at the feeling of your virginity slowly being stolen away.

“Rin…!” You whine softly in alarm, your face twisting up in a pained frown as you wriggle underneath him. Your hands tighten into fists and you reach out to grab at his bare shoulders so you could wrap your arms around his neck. Instantly, he stops for you and leans forward to press his lips against your cheeks in an effort to soothe you. As kind as the gesture is, his movement causes him to jolt forward inside you a little bit. And immediately, you’re sent gasping again as you toss your legs around his hips and tangle your hands into his hair. “It’s- It’s too much. I don’t know- I don’t think I can handle-”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I told you I’d take care of it, right?” Rin cuts you gently. When you look up into his eyes, you’re met with a kind look- one that you feel should be impossible for a Demon King to have. But he was so sweet to you this entire time. He spared no expense with the compliments, even though you were supposed to be just some girl to lay with him. He took the time to listen to what you wanted, how you wanted, and to make you feel more than just a body to sleep with- but rather a girl to be wanted and desired. Even every little love bite he left on your neck and thighs was done carefully so that he didn’t draw blood or cause pain. Though perhaps the soft kisses he littered on each spot eased any aching feeling that you would have had. “So how about we take it slow, okay?”

You thought about it for a second. Although the stretch is still a little uncomfortable, you have been able to settle in for the past couple of moments. And from what you could imagine, you have to have a few more inches left to take on. The very thought of how much you have left makes you want to clench up in anticipation and nervousness. But Rin is quick to hush you again and press a tiny kiss against your nose to ease you out of this state.

“It’ll feel better if you get used to everything all at once.” He promises to you, quietly. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond and communicate all your anxieties about proceeding. But then he licks at your lips and takes a deep breath in before leaning towards you ear once more and whispering softly to you. “I’ll go slow. I’ll make it feel good. Okay?”

“I-”

At the sound of his husky voice taking a deeper and more heated edge to it, you find yourself swallowing down that same nervousness that was once threatening to overtake you. If not him, then who? For all you know, you could attract another boy. Or another Demon King. One that would that would have no qualms about scratching at your skin. One that wouldn’t care if he bit so hard he drew blood. One that wouldn’t be soft or gentle or sweet like Rin. One that wouldn’t be someone special or deserving.

One that just wouldn’t be Rin.

So you nod your head and close your eyes.

“Yeah, okay.” You agreed quietly, easing yourself into taking deep breaths. “Slow, please.”

At that, you could practically hear the smile in his voice. Not a smirk, but a smile. One that’s scarily kind in a way that you thought only humans could manage. But as he leans down to press one more deep and long kiss on your lips, you’ve come to find out that’s more than fine with that. After all, it was Rin who came to you, asking if he could share in your first times. It was Rin who initiated everything. It was Rin who walked and talked you through everything he knew. It was Rin who listened to what you wanted and what your body needed. It was Rin who made this- who made you feel so special. The most special girl in all of Assiah.

And now, the longer that he sits inside you with his cock dully pulsating inside you. Eager to move, eager to please, eager to fill you up and take you for himself. The more you realize…

…how much that you really, really, really want it too.

#rin okumura #rin okumura x reader #okumura rin #okumura rin x reader #blue exorcist #blue exorcist x reader #blue exorcist fanfic #blue exorcist fanfiction #ao no exorcist #ao no exorcist x reader #ao no exorcist fanfiction #ao no exorcist fanfic #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

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blackcoldcrackedheart · 6 months ago

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Might write it out more.

Tommy isn't religious, but he's praying to whomever can hear him that the boy,who looks barely two or three years old, is okay.

He wants to desperately curse out the parents for being stupid enough to go hiking when the Santa Ana winds were getting stronger.

Tommy picks up the kid gingerly, waiting for his team to pull the parents first since they weren't responding. The kid had a horrible open wound that Tommy was betting was a fracture but the kid's eyes were open and he seemed alert- scared really.

Something about the kid's eyes felt eerily familiar- a sense of deja vu washed over Tommy. The kid's eyes were starting blue and so animated, that Tommy was sure he could read the kid's thoughts just by looking into his eyes.

He gently pushed back the kid's blond curly hair back, pressing against the wound as the kid's eyes could only look around in fear. "Hey, I'm Tommy. What you're name, kiddo?"

"Danny." The kid slurred, his voice barely a whisper. "Mommy and daddy hurt?"

Tommy nodded, "Yes, your mommy and daddy got hurt but my friends are gonna help, okay? We're all firefighters and we're gonna take you to the hospital so you can feel better." He explained gently. He looked up to the helicopter that Lucy was piloting l. The winds were harsh and he had covered Danny's face from having to see his parents sway in the wind as they were being pulled into the helicopter.

"Firetruck?" Danny's eyes were filled with wonder and excitement, of course the kid would love firetrucks.

Tommy laughed, " When we get out of here, we can go see firetrucks with your mom and dad. Okay?"

Danny's eyes drooped close, Tommy patted the toddler's face gently, "Hey buddy, I know you're tired, but I need you to stay awake."

"I'm not tired, Tummy."

Tommy nearly snickered at that, the kid was such a cutie pie. "Hey, what if we sang a song? Want to sing me a song?"

He heard it before he heard his team yell.

The sound of the ground shifting.

"KINARD!"

Amir was ready by the doors for EMT to come through with the second party of the hill avalanche call.

The first set to come through was a couple, younger than Amir. Amir knew that they were able to get the name of the man since he had on a medical bracelet- Connor. They were both rushed to the OR due to being in critical conditions. Amir wasn't sure if either one would make it just based on the amount of blood he saw on the emt workers working on them.

He waited and saw his patient coming in.

"What do we have today?" Amir asked, taking control of the gurney that had the third adult.

"40 years old white male, lacerations on the back of the head, severe bruising on his back and legs, possible fracture on his left leg and possible crush hip." The rushed blond emt informed him, Amir's eyes followed the fourth gurney that was trailing behind them, this one carrying much smaller patient

"Is that his kid?" Amir asked, the kid looked rough and bloodied, with another nurse taking over the bagging for the kid's ventilation.

Another emt looked the blond woman worriedly, "No, he's one of ours, Tommy Kinard. The kid belongs to the parents who were rushed in earlier."

Amir sighed, "Noted, we'll take it from here guys."

The five mile run didn't do anything to calm Buck's nerves.

He still wanted to call Tommy.

More now than ever since he felt like he was losing his family again.

He wanted to be supportive of Eddie, of Maddie and Chim, and Bobby.

But a part of him felt like he couldn't.

Especially that part that saw a future with Tommy.

He chucked his headphones onto the kitchen counter and was ready to do the same with his phone when he saw a familiar number calling him.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Evan Buckley?"

Buck could already feel himself start to worry, no one typically asked that question unless it was related to something bad.

"Uh, ye-yeah, this is Evan Buckley." Buck replied roughly.

"I'm calling from Cedar-Sinai hospital, I'm calling about Thomas Kinard? You're listed as his emergency contact."

Buck felt his blood rush to his ears, he was sure words were said but he was on auto-pilot now. He understood a few words the nurse was telling him as he grabbed his keys and wallet: severe injuries, avalanche, helicopter rescue, kid.

Buck just needed to get to Tommy.

Part 2

#bucktommy #tevan #they said that run in might be awkward #so i made it awkward and angsty

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paranormal-taters · 1 year ago

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okay so my theory about How To Train Your Dragon is that Astrid loved Hiccup WAYYYYY before the events of Romantic Flight but due to how the vikings lived in near constant combat with the dragons and young children/teens being forced to learn how to defend themselves and their families from an early age, she closed herself off to those feelings because by all accounts Hiccup was doomed to die. she resented how useless he was in combat, and she resented how much she cared. she was mean and dismissive to him out of fear that she would inevitably have to mourn him soon, and the colder she was the easier it would be.

then, miraculously, Hiccup begins to show some kind of competency in dealing with the dragons. but he's still not defending himself. he's finding strange ways of controlling them, but he's still as physically weak as he was before and Astrid can't see how whatever he's doing will help him outside of the training ring. great, you found out that Deadly Nadders like chin scratches. what about the Monstrous Nightmare burning down your house?

all this just makes Astrid angrier. how is Hiccup succeeding without violence? how will he survive without violence? violence is what she was born into. what does he know that she can't comprehend?

it's only later, when she sees that this scrawny beanpole of a boy has found a companion in a Night Fury, the embodiment of Death, that the miracle of him starts to make sense. he knows so much more than what any of their people can comprehend. and he wants so badly to show her. and for the first time ever, Astrid has hope.

i believe that this explains Astrid's comfortability and affection for Hiccup that she shows during and after the events of Romantic Flight, why she wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek after everything. considering her personality, i don't think Romantic Flight shows her falling in love with Hiccup for the first time. i think she has loved him for a long time, and was too trapped in self-protection to allow herself to feel it (similar to Katniss regarding Peeta). but now she has hope that maybe he won't be ripped away from her. now she sees how much more there is to him, sees that he embodies Mercy stronger than Death.

#just some sick morning thoughts #had this running around in my head last night but i needed to sleep on it to try to make it coherent #how to train your dragon #httyd #hiccup httyd #astrid httyd #hiccup x astrid

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hudsonpatootie · 25 days ago

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Bubbling thoughts

My last post about what it would be like to date Jihan and Jibeom made my mind explode with ideas—so many that I'm trying to write something for them. But for now, I'll just share a few loose thoughts I had about what a relationship with them might be like.

Warning: In this post, I'll be referring to both of them (choose which one you want to imagine in these situations). Later, I'll write separately, prioritizing the individual personality of each one. :)

Dating these guys is like being transported into the game Stardew Valley, where you aren't the protagonist but rather the single NPC they chose as their romantic partner. So, sit back, relax, enjoy the peaceful countryside, and watch their attempts to win you over.

As boyfriends, Jihan and Jibeom would visit you almost every day. Even with their duties of taking care of Chungcheong-Do and the family business, they would always make an effort to spend time with you. They would constantly gift you natural and handmade products, which you would use to prepare meals for them in return as a way to express affection. Over time, the boys have learned your tastes: artisanal honey and jams? Yes, please! Pet snakes or companions in the bath? -10 friendship points.

Romantic dates to celebrate milestones in your relationship? YES! They are hopeless romantics, and for them, the perfect date consists of taking you on tours around Chungcheong-Do, showing you the landscapes and animals in the countryside, and taking you to visit the beer and honey productions they manage. Sometimes, they would also take you to other provinces, like Seoul, where you would enjoy urban outings—shopping, going to the movies, and spending quality time together. If you're dating Jibeom, you'll definitely want to buy clothes for him. He’ll insist he doesn’t need new clothes, and you'll insist even more that he does. As the relationship becomes more serious, they would invite you to a more intimate date—a herbal and mineral salt bath, which would later become part of your routine together.

The Kwak brothers are very transparent with you regarding their duties in Chungcheong-Do and even their involvement as members of the second generation. They explain the basics of the dynamics between generations and groups but make sure not to involve you directly in these matters. They want you to continue living a peaceful life and would never forgive themselves if the relationship with them brought you problems.

Don't be fooled—Jihan and Jibeom always try to maintain a tough facade, hiding their feelings behind smiles and confident words. But in reality, both carry deep pain from the loss of Jichang. That pain has turned into fear—they are terrified of losing another person they love. It will take a lot of conversation and understanding to break down those walls until they finally open up to you about their fears, feelings, and insecurities. When that happens, your relationship will only grow stronger, and you'll both be certain that the only thing you want is to spend the rest of your days together.

In short, dating these two is a 10/10. They are incredibly sweet—a little impulsive, as was evident during their debuts? Absolutely. But nothing that a few good conversations can't solve. Please, PTJ, bring these men back! I need more content to write about them with more coherence!

PS: Hi everyone, how are you? This was my first attempt in years at writing something. I think the last time I did this, I was 14 years old and writing BTS and MHA fanfics, but that was quite a few years ago laughs. Please forgive any spelling mistakes—I'll try to improve.

I'm also using a translator since English is not my native language, so sorry if the translation sounds a bit off. Another thing is that I struggle with structuring my text properly. Tumblr is barely used in my country—I think I've only seen about four people from here using this platform—so I'm trying to learn how to use this app better (it took me five minutes just to find where the drafts were) and how its features work to improve the structure of my posts.

I think that’s all. Thanks for reading this far:)

#lookism #kwak jihan #kwak jibeom #jihan #jibeom #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons

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dancing-dawn · 21 days ago

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atsushi for the ask game 🙏

Oh my darling boy, my sweetest joy, oh, how this ask has brought the brightest smile upon my face. Hihi this is gonna be a long one, I tried my best to restrain myself, I swear!

Favourite thing

Boldsushi! SASSUSHI! I love how unapologetically cocky and no-bullshit he gets when surrounded by utter madness and at some (many) points he feels like the only reasonable person in the room. He is also literally the most unique and lovable (once you get to really know him) protagonist I've ever read. My boy is so complex and to me, out of the whole cast, he feels the most like a real person.

Least favourite thing

Atp I adore canon Atsushi so much, the only thing I dislike is his fanon perception. In particular - people who just do not get why he's a compelling protagonist and not a "weak pathetic crybaby." I am pointing knives at everyone who still dares to STILL utter those lies this after recent chapters.

Favourite line

*clears throat*

"Away with you... you fool."

...but! Considering that is not an original thought but a shamelessly stolen flirty dramatic ass pick-up line from our second best boy xD I'll give you another, the silly and the serious:

"All this cause of Dazai, well, Dazai, my ass!"

-> oh the amount of times I have rewided to hear this over and over, laughing hysterically every single time, oh dear

Ok now for the serious one:

"Akutagawaaaaaa!"

"People need to be told they're worthy of being alive by someone else or they can't go on."

-> I love this one because of how blatantly wrong he is. And by wrong, I mean having an unhealthy mindset plagued by deep-rooted trauma, and this being the only way he's learned to cope. That's why he's a fascinating character. He's not saying this as a "lesson" or "moral" to the audience, nor as an objective truth - he's simply stating what he believes in and what drives him to keep going. Obviously this is an incredibly dangerous life policy to have because if you surround yourself by people who don't have your best interest in mind, and you rely on them to tell you what your worth is and why you're allowed to live - then you're just doomed, you're playing with the hazard of life and walking the thinnest line between hope and despair.

I can get into how this also connects to Akutagawa’s influence on Atsushi as he, subconsciously or not, helps him grow in the direction of living seperately from his past and abiding by his own ideals (something that is mirrored by Aku's own struggles), seeing his self-worth and taking action EVEN if faced with his biggest fear of being alone, even when the world is against him and there's no one there to pat him on the back and tell him he did a good job, even when everything and everyone has fought for is gone and he's left to pick up the pieces and he needs to believe his strength goes beyond the tiger's prowess, that he exists for a reason and he is enough, he is allowed to believe himself worthy of going on...

...but this wall of text is gonna have no end, so maybe another time!

brOTP

Kyouka & Atsushi. There is just no stronger familial relationship than those two and their influence on each other's lives is very sweet and very important. For me this hits especially hard in Beast and makes me tear up, just a bit (totally). I also regularly think about the crepe scene and it fills my heart with warmth and joy. Big brother Atsushi, my love, I will die for you (im almost starting to sound like yk who, jesus).

OTP

Ahem, *clears throat again*

*picks up the microphone* *leans down and whispers*

"Skin Soukoku."

*the crowd claps and cheers, showering me with bouquets of daisies and black roses* *i bow and take my leave, the faintest trace of a smile on my face*

nOTP

mmmm I actually don't have one, I think?? Even tho I will die on my sskk hill, I respect all ships with Atsushi because they're just wholesome and fun if you imagine then in an alternate universe (where Aku somehow doesn't exist *cough*) I guess if you're fooorcing me to choose, I will have to say Dazatsu because it just doesn't make sense to me, I cannot even see it making sense in any universe or scenario - for me they are simply mentor and mentee, barely even friends at max. The hierarchy gap here is just too large, I feel. But I enjoy some cute fanarts here and there for fun nonetheless <3

Random headcanon

He is absolutely ogling every single cutesy tiger-themed article of clothing and furniture he sees but needs to restrain himself due to the imaginary flies coming out of his wallet. Kyouka notices this someday and buys him a baby tiger plushie or some cartoony tiger bedsheets (*cough* which I may or may not have already written into my wip *cough*).

Unpopular opinion

Considering my only habitat is sskk circles with very insighful people who understand his character mmmm it's a bit hard for me to know what is unpopular. But I'm gonna say that his flashbacks to the orphanage are not reduntant at all, no matter how repetitive they get, because it honestly feels like how a real person would experience trauma. It's not sugar-coated or glorified for the interest of the story, it just feels genuine yk?

Song I associate with them

Lacy - Olivia Rodrigo, because of this gorgeous animatic by @piedpip3rrr

For the love of everything, please just drop everything for a minute and watch this, if you haven't already.

Everything about it is sheer perfection - the storytelling, the relation of the characters to the lyrics, the incredibly expressive and gorgeous drawings, the coloring (that has a storytelling of its own even!!), the subtle motions that just pull on your heartstrings with every single beat. I love this thing <3

Favourite picture

*pushes my sunglasses slightly over the bridge of my nose and slides this across our imaginary table*

*disappears into the shadows*

...

*feral shouting resonates through the aforementioned shadows*

Ok OK LIsteN. I think, and I am correct, that we as a fandom have failed spectacularly by getting over this panel WAY so soon. Yes, I have the "you fool" one printed out at my desk and I stare at it lovingly every half hour or so, but THIS ONE! Oh, this belongs in a museum. I would pay money if I had to, just to rest my gaze upon it for a mere second. I believe I need not express myself on why it's so magnificent... but I'm gonna do it anyway, becuz who's stopping me, my blog my rules woooo! :D

1. Peak of Harukawa's new art style. Hands down. The softness of his features. The tender look in his eyes. The composition is strikingly dynamic and just heartbreaking to take it all in. There is a dream-like quality to it that makes it feel ethereal, yet it depicts a living nightmare.

2. Oh, the hand reaching out for Aku. The way he turned his whole body to face him mid fall. As if he's seeking comfort because he's scared to die alone and he's scared of leaving his partner, no matter if he knows his strength and believes in him with his whole being. The way there is not an inkling of regret in his eyes, because he's finally done the right thing. It's his closure, his retribution, his response to a sacrifice in his own name that he didn't believe himself worthy of. But now he understands. Need I say more?

P.S. Link to the Aku sequel because they shall always come as a pair <3

#yelp #not sorry for this length of this teheee #ask game #bsd atsushi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd atsushi nakajima #sskk #shin soukoku #because it's like a third of the post imao #bsd analysis #i love atsushi did yall notice #atsushi best protagonist in history change my mind #u cant

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dipperscavern · 11 months ago

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reverse elsa anon onto something…..

broad, lumbering bodies like cregan’s run common in the north, are needed in the north if you want to stay warm, alive, keep others alive.. though in adulthood it can become a liability; always clipping doorways, so impossible to say unseen, needing more food, always waiting for a bigger, stronger horse to come along. it stops being noteworthy to cregan, but these are the thoughts that come up when others express envy. he doesn’t think too much of it most of the time.

but you… seeing the way you stare at his paws hands, watching his shoulders move through a room, blinking up at him with an open mouth, realizing you take some strange enjoyment in his size, ohhhhhhh… oh that changes things.

he wants to be strong for you now. wants to stay this way. ONLY GETS WORSE ONCE HE’S IN BETWEEN YOUR LEGS. you clawing at him, can barely get your hands around his back, knees and feet pushing against him to CLIMB him, get closer, tug at him harder, the way you sigh and tremble when he presses you down, covers you completely in his body… oh boy that ignites something. and your wedding night, when he’s pushed every lord and lordling away, and you’re there, wide-eyed and new, looking at him as if to say ‘you won’t fit, i’m not made to open for that’. WELL!

being able to block you from wind, haul you upon his shoulders and in his arms, swallow your hips and hands and face in his palms, just completely envelop you in his grip, IT DOES SOMETHING TO HIM. always wanting to be near you, on you, in you… big bear man instincts kick in: Must Keep Wife Warm. he succeeds i am sure of that.

gets worse when you’re pregnant. he’s always curled around you, hand covering your stomach as if he can hide in, and in the beginning he certainly can. he can hold your whole babe, not yet completely made, in his hand. still can hold it when its born too. but oh god when you’re pregnant… he lays atop you until your tummy’s so big he fears hurting the babe. wraps his whole hands around your head, your neck, your hair, trying to soothe the emotional stresses of making him a child. then its your thighs and your feet and . your breasts .

i might explode if i think about it any more

always clipping doorways… NGH~!!! ALWAYS CLIPPING DOORWAYS!!! GREAT CLIPS ANON YOU HAVE BLESSED US ALL

YES. HE CAN ENVELOPE YOU IN HIS GRIP. HE DOES BLOCK YOU FROM THE WIND. HAUL YOU ON HIS SHOULDERS AFF ARFA ARFARACAD

oh my god your breasts getting bigger when you’re with child.. and they’re so sore… the only thing that helps is cregans big warm hands holding them… massaging them.. smoothing a thumb over your nipple when he gets distRACTED OHHHH IM UNWELL

#house of the dragon #cregan stark #cregan stark thoughts #cregan stark x reader #dippys asks #great clips anon #I NEED HIM #I NEED NEED NEED #GUYS I HAVE TO SAY IT #I HAVE A SIZE KINK. ARRRRRF ARFC ATFFA ARFF #AND I NEED CREGAN STARK #CLIPPING DOORWAYS OH GOD HE CLIPS DOORWAYS WITH HIS BIG BROAD SHOULDERS OH GOD IM CUMMING #cregan !

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celestisdivinitusinsaniavero · 5 months ago

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The three times Billy Butcher nearly kissed you.

Billy Butcher x Reader

TW: blood, vulgar language, gambling, puking

The first time Billy nearly kissed you, it shocked you to the core. You were both crouched behind a dumpster, barely catching your breath after a chaotic firefight. Blood and grime smeared across both your faces as Billy leaned close to check your injuries after you held your aching stomach with both hands.

"You alright?" he muttered, annoyed when he saw it, his voice rough.

"Fine," you clapped back, still panting.

"Oi, don't give me that crap. You alright or what? And don't even think 'bout lyin' to me, love. Let me see," he ordered while trying to grab your hands that you pressed tightly against your side, the sharp pain radiating through your ribs, making it hard to breathe. Billy was in front of you in an instant, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the blood seeping through your fingers.

"Let me see," he demanded again, urgency now clouding his voice.

"I'm fine," you bit out, turning away slightly, trying to shield the injury from him. "It's nothing."

"Don't give me that gobshite." His voice was low, clipped, as he grabbed your wrist. "Move your bloody hand."

You jerked away, clutching your side tighter, the motion making you wince. "Billy, I said I'm fine!"

"And I said move," he snapped, his grip firm but not harsh as he wrestled your hand away. You squirmed in his hold, but he was stronger, and his patience was wearing thin. "Stop fightin' me, dammit! I know you're a tough little bird, but I'm not lettin' you bleed out 'on my watch."

With a final tug, he pried your hand away, revealing the deep gash underneath. His jaw tightened, a string of curses slipping from his lips. "Fine, yeah?" he growled, yanking a rag from his coat. "This ain't bloody fine, luv."

You opened your mouth to argue, but the look on his face stopped you cold. Beneath the irritation, there was a flicker of something raw—fear. You let him work in silence, biting your lip to stifle the pain as he pressed the rag firmly against the wound, muttering under his breath the entire time.

His hand cupped your cheek to wipe away a streak of blood, his face inches from yours. For a second, his eyes flicked to your lips.

"Billy," you murmured, the blood loss making it harder to keep your eyes open. Has he always been this pretty, or was it the blurriness?

"Shut it," he grunted, leaning in closer. "I ain't lettin' you bloody die, y'hear me?"

His blurry face came closer, and just as his lips nearly brushed yours, your consciousness slipped from your grasp and left only darkness. The last thing you heard was a muffled "bloody hell!" from the man you apparently had a thing for. It was just your kind of luck to realize this while you were bleeding out behind a dumpster.

The second time Billy nearly kissed you was kind of planned. Billy had insisted you play his "date" during a sting operation, claiming it was the only way to blend in at the posh event. "With a daft bird on me arm, no one's gonna give me a second look."

You gave in, but not without a fight.

"Act natural, luv," he whispered, slipping his arm around your waist as you entered the casino. "Put on that look like you're gaggin' to shag me later—just 'cause I'm loaded, yeah?"

The goosebumps on your arm reminded you that, since that near-death experience a few weeks ago, you thought way too often about him that way. Not that he needed to know that. So you let out a grunt, but you snuggled up to him like a cat in heat to complete the picture. Him gambling away money that the boys stole beforehand, you behind him arms around his broad shoulders, occasionally caressing his neck with your fingers while roaming your hands over his body. By accident - of course.

Halfway through the night, the target on your blackjack table asked how long you'd been together. Shit, didn't that guy ask you that already when Billy wasn't around? Shit, shit, shit. You prayed that Billy would give the same noncommittal answer you gave, and without missing a beat, Billy grinned and leaned in. "Feels like it was just yesterday I fell for her. Time fuckin' flies when you're not miserable, eh?" The asking man leaned back, seemingly happy with his answer, and you let out a long breath. Thank. Fuck.

You forced a tight smile to hide your hammering heart. "Absolutely."

Then, to sell it, and because you were so relieved, you bent down, your lips hovering dangerously close to his bearded cheek. His head suddenly turned, now facing you coming closer to him. Just a few inches before your lips touched and your heart raced. Were you really going to—

"Oi, mate!" another drunken gambler on the table barked before it could happen. "This ain't that kinda party!"

Billy pulled back, glaring at the interruption. "Yeah, you're right—it's the party where I nick all yer bloody money." he smiled, put down his cards, and yelled: "Blackjack! Knew I was gonna clean you lot out."

The third time Billy nearly kissed you, it was kind of inevitable. After a particularly long night at the Irish pub you sometimes met, you got ridiculously drunk. Celebrations didn't happen often in this line of work, but tonight was one of the few wins you and the boys could remark on your calendar. That and the absurd amount of money Billy won in the casino a few weeks ago led you to this evening. "Right, you tossers—drinks are on me tonight! Get ready to get properly rat-arsed!" Billy had shouted before slamming a few bills down at the bar. You would have phrased it differently, but your thoughts about the evening were similar. You really needed to drown those stupid feelings you have tried to hide for months now.

The pub was alive with laughter and chaos, the air thick with the smell of spilled beer and cheap whiskey. Billy leaned over the table, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he raised his glass towards you and the already half-asleep Hughie next to you. You laughed along, downing another shot, the burn doing little to quiet the storm inside you. Drink after drink, you tried to drown it—the ache, the longing, the way his stupid grin made your heart twist. But with every toast, every fleeting glance he threw your way, it only grew worse. By the time you were too drunk to stand, your feelings were a roaring fire, impossible to ignore, even as you stumbled through the haze.

The best idea you ever had popped into your head: You were going to do it. Tonight, you were going to kiss him.

You stumbled your way to the object of your desire, which took significantly longer than you anticipated, falling a few times and even confusing him with a barstool in between. But the moment you reached him, you fell into his arms. Before you could apologize or set your plan in motion, he held your face with both hands, and all air left your lungs.

"You're alright, y'know," he slurred, his voice rough but uncharacteristically soft. "Better'n alright. Bloody brilliant."

"Than...ks," you replied, every thought leaving your head.

"No, no, listen," he insisted, stroking hair out of our face while his pretty face got blurrier by the second. "I'm tryin' to say somethin' here." His hands gripped your shoulders, and his eyes locked onto yours, unusually intense.

"You're the only good thing in my shite life," he muttered, leaning in close. "And I—" He leaned closer.

Before he could finish or close the gap, you hiccupped loudly, then bent over with a groan. "Oh, shit," you mumbled, clutching your stomach, before emptying it on his shoes as the lights went out.

#billy butcher #the boys #drabble #karl urban #billy butcher brainrot go brr #fanfic #billy butcher imagine

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imlosingitiswear · 1 month ago

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would love to hear your breakdown of the most egregious things the new season’s animation has done to the og intent of the manga (comparisons and all).

(note: i’m an animator and i agree with you i just wanna see what you’re specifically thinking of)

Oh boy

Ohhhh boy

Spoiler alert for ep 3 and comparison to the same scenes in the manga.

Also tw for some triggering moments from ep 3, please proceed at your own risk.

So this is going to be part 1 and I'm gonna start with shrimple 🦐 things because I don't have my big tablet with me so the suggestions are made with what I have available.

So first of all, the RCiel flashback, absolutely disgraceful execution.

I'm not going to go into it fully yet, but for example this scene:

In the manga you can see the horror in his eyes.

When using only black and white, one is forced to convey emotions in their most pure form because of the color restrictions. That's why it works so well, plus Yana is a master of shadows and compositions primarily containing black.

The "animated" shot does not convey even remotely the same emotion for me.

Firstly because of the style they have chosen. You can't have his eyelashes be this bright and expect to portray fear properly.

Secondly because of the colors.

IT'S SO DAMN BRIGHT.

Yes, the manga is also bright but that's because it wants to point your attention to his eye. And the emptiness that comes with the terror in it.

The blue in his eyes and the two highlights ruin any convincing part of this shot left. Too much detail, TOO MUCH. It works in the manga because it's made with as little lines as possible, the detail takes away the effect.

So here is what I added according to what I mentioned:

It's darker on the side, creating a greater contrast with the eye. I have included only one highlight, just like in the manga and have made the eyelashes darker. I also added a bit more detail under the eye for a stronger effect (just like it's done in the manga).

Here's a gif to show the difference:

(Please keep in mind I'm not claiming to be an expert and I'm not claiming to be better than the studio itself, this is just how I would have done it to fit the aesthetic and story better)

The next one is Sebastian related.

I hate his new design.

Bro he's so petite and shiny, WHY ARE THEY ALL SHINY, SINCE WHEN anyway

Here's one shot I took of his face that annoyed me to hell and back

Who is this man.

Is Tamatoa gonna come for him soon, what's the deal?

So I used Book of Atlantic as reference and fixed his face a bit. I also made the shot darker because OF COURSE IT WILL BE

(Once again, it's not the best, but at least the hair reminds of the og Sebastian and at this point, that's enough for me)

Here's the gif

And for last, another Seb related

He's giving again, he's a bit, just a tiny bit more serious again, you see how big of a difference to his personality it makes.

It's paying attention to those details that keeps a character in character.

It's this scene from the manga:

I love it's composition because look at how full and sad and overwhelming ociels panel is compared to how small and cornered sebs one is.

Not only is he so small, but he's also off center IN HIS OWN panel, pushed as much to the left as he can be to portray how distant he is to ociel now.

Its not about the speech bubble, it's about unconsciously separating them from one another.

And here's what the stupid ass studio decided is best

SMACKED HIS AAH IN THE MIDDLE, TAKING vertically 2/3 OF THE SHOT.

EHM

WHAT

Also IT'S SO BRIGHT YET AGAIN.

He's supposed to be lonely in this shot, left aside, pushed away, unwanted.

DON'T PUT HIM IN THE MIDDLE YOU DUMMIES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

I put him in the first third of the composition, put the light source off camera, cus we don't need that brightness, fixed his hair and made IT DARKER YET AGAIN. I also had to draw some of the background, I hope it doesn't stand out too much.

ANYWAY.

No gif cus there's a 10 pic limit that I didn't know about.

This is just the first part, I'll get to the animation and specific scenes later. I know I didn't cover any of the important ones but I can't do much without my tablet 😔

All of those shots, that mind you, 2 of which are not even animated at all aside from Sebastian's mouth, took me less than 2 hours to work on. Yes, the base was already there, but that little effort makes THE DIFFERENCE, IT MAKES SUCH A DIFFERENCE!!!

Once again, I'm not claiming to be an expert, I just really love this story and want it to get the care and proper adaptation it deserves.

And if you think I'm being nitpicky...

Yes.

I absolutely am.

Because that's how you make a high quality product.

By THINKING. And making THE APPROPRIATE CHOICES TO MAKE THE WANTED EFFECT EVEN STRONGER.

Wow I feel better.

Can't wait to get to the animation heheehehhe

Thanks for the request btw, you're awesome, let's colab and fix it together :3

Bye now, see you soon, keep arting!!!

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitpost #sebastian michaelis #sebaciel #emerald whitch arc #yana toboso

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animeyanderelover · 10 days ago

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Hello good day and good evening, sorry to spam in the message but I was afraid to miss the deadline so I thought maybe I’ll request here this time.

I would like a head canon of hamon darling in demon slayer as well as who would be ecstatic of this.

Darling is a hamon master who travels around to help as many as they can and came to japan after reports of creatures that resembles vampires.

Coincidentally they saved kyojuro by healing with a bit of hamon and later broke the ubuyashiki curse and now they really can’t let darling go in fear of muzan using darling as plan b

This is a bit of a tricky request because usually I need characters for such a thing whereas you requested a concept of a darling like this in the world of Demon Slayer. I did my best to shape it around as good as I could and I hope it turned out alright. Also, I am very sorry for posting so little. But time is running and I have to learn for five different exams. Also, I am working on something. I don't know if I will manage to pull it through and publish it when it is done but I want to give it a try.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, stalking, isolation

Tags: @leveyani @nightmaresprophet

Hamon user darling

𐙚What an introduction into their world that would be. By saving one young man on the brink of death with a hole in his chest yet with a smile on his face. You arrive on the scene of tragedy just in time and initial observations made you assume that there would be a lot of accidents as an entire train was thrown off the rails. Yet you find not a single passenger hurt and all thanks to a man who is on the brink of death. Someone like that deserves to continue to live so there is not a trace of hesitation as you get around to help him. Tanjiro, in the deepest despair of his failure to be of any assistance in the fight that Rengoku bravely fought and won, is left with no choice but to trust you. Even through tears he senses that your intentions are good though for your scent tells him all that he needs to know for now about you. Rengoku's wound is unlike anything that you have ever seen before yet there is no time to ask for a detailed story as you focus and use your Hamon to heal as much damage as possible. All that is left by the end is one scar that Rengoku insists on keeping to remind himself that he still needs to get stronger. You gave him a chance to continue his life and he intends to keep the proof of it.

𐙚After the miraculous healing the three younger boys are all over you. Tanjiro is caught between gratitude and shock as he has never seen anything like the abilities that you just used. Zenitsu is properly freaking out and probably accusing you of being a witch whilst Inosuke has his swords drawn and attempts to challenge you to fight him. Now that Rengoku is on his feet again and almost as good as new, he takes charge again. Proper greetings should be in place so he bows properly and forces the three younger slayers to do the same, mainly Zenitsu and Inosuke as Tanjiro greets you politely even without the Fire Hashira needing to do anything. As it has already been established that you are no threat to them or other people around you, things quickly shift to the powers that you just used. However, Rengoku spares you from a long and detailed explanation. He only asks you for the most important facts before he decides that it would be best to return you to headquarters and talk with Kagaya yourself. After all you have traveled a long way to help though it is obvious that you don't have the full picture of what is going on within this country.

𐙚The crow of Rengoku arrives before his team with the new addition of you does. So there are certain people who are already expecting your visit by the time you arrive. Kagaya, his wife and the other Hashira are already gathered to wait for you. Everyone has been filled in on the most important aspects of it all but not all trust easily. Obanai and Sanemi give you those hostile looks when you enter as you need to pass their own tests before they fully trust you. Others like Mitsuri welcome you with open arms. After all you have saved Rengoku and that alone is proof enough for her that you are on their side. There is no time to get properly acquainted with everyone though as there is a pressing issue to be addressed here and you know that just as much. So you only waste little time chatting before you turn your attention to the man in front of you who you have been informed is their leader. Kagaya allows you to tell your own story, this time in as much detail as possible. The misunderstanding becomes quickly clear as they are not dealing with vampires but demons though both sound equally unpleasant. Demons on the other hand are a new discovery for you which requires them to fill you in.

𐙚The offer is obvious before anyone even has to speak it out. You have experience fighting against creatures who harm humankind and often hold malicious intentions. Your own fighting style requires you to use your breath just as much as their breathing styles do. You too fight for mankind against the monsters others don't stand a chance against. It seems only natural for Kagaya to offer you a place here and to ask you if you would be willing to lend them your abilities in their fight against Muzan. And it doesn't take much for you to agree to that offer. Whilst you are used to fighting on your own as there aren't many Hamon users out there, this is a widespread problem within this country so you will fight alongside those who risk their life daily to defend helpless humans against man-eating demons. That doesn't exclude you from training though, especially since only the sun and the blades used by Demon Slayers are what can kill a demon. So you train together with different Hashira, all with their own ways of training you and testing you. Some of them are harsh. Some of them are kind. All share the same goal though which is to prepare you for fights with demons.

𐙚Some are immediately more fascinated with you. After all your powers as well as your past are much different than theirs. Hamon is a fighting style none of them is familiar with so all the tricks you are able to use as a result of it might as well be magic in the eyes of some, especially the younger members. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke and Nezuko too are the ones who crowd you the most often. They often trail behind you all because they want you to use hair again to transform it into a weapon or want to see you walking up walls and trees by using Hamon. Hashira like Muichiro, Mitsuri, Rengoku, Tengen and surprisingly even Shinobu are quicker to win over. Gyomei, Giyu and then of course Obanai or Sanemi aren't as easily swooned over by you. All of them have different motives. Gyomei needs more time to trust you. Giyu is generally often isolated from the people around him and doesn't bother to get to know you. And Obanai and Sanemi are never ones to trust easily. Yet Kagaya's word is one all of them respect which is why all of them tolerate you at the very least. There is nothing that can be criticised about you either. You are diligent and you work hard to help everyone.

𐙚It is the moment you manage to heal Kagaya from a disease that has been treated like a curse for generations now that things really switch. Everyone holds the deepest admiration and respect for him so when you heal him of an illness everyone thought would take him in only a few years, those feelings start shifting to you as well. Even Kagaya didn't expect you to be able to do such a thing even with the story of how you managed to save Kyojuro. He has been walking side by side with death for years and suddenly that is no more. He won't die like he grew up always knowing he would and that is almost enough to overwhelm him. However, it is that miracle that you pull of that almost immediately leads to another suspicion. If you can cure such things then would you be able to even help Muzan finally transform into the ultimate lifeform who can even walk under the sun. It can only be speculation for now but Shinobu believes that you would be able to pull it of. She has been studying your powers as good as she could to understand their workings properly and she thinks that you would be able to give Muzan what he has always wanted.

𐙚You would never help the demon king willingly. Everyone knows that. Yet safety should always come first so you end up being intentionally more isolated. Your existence should remain a secret for Muzan would most definitely hunt you down the moment he would find out that you saved two men from an inevitable death even though it shouldn't have been possible. Conflict would arise from there as you plan to heal the wounded but also take down demons yourself as this was your original plan all along. That strongly clashes with what most seem to have in mind though. Sure, some people like Tanjiro and Mitsuri might speak up for you. But there are too many other voices who speak up against them. Such unnecessary risk must not be taken and additionally demons are creatures with abilities you are unfamiliar with. You are out of your depth. A common excuse that is often thrown your way whenever the same topic gets brought up again. No one can afford to lose you. You are too valuable on multiple levels and your powers are only one of them. The emotional aspect of it all is another and whilst the stages of obsession definitely differ, the seeds have been sown.

𐙚Muzan has eyes and ears everywhere though. The moment Kyojuro appears again despite Akaza reporting that he has killed him, he already suspects that something is going on. After all this is not a demon. He should have died from the heavy damage he sustained yet here he is, slaying demons as if all his organs are still intact and he didn't suffer from a fist through his stomach. From there on Muzan already suspects that something is going on but he doesn't know what it is. That is the most infuriating part of it all. If there is someone who is able to bring back those people even though there should be no saving them then that is a problem that could get dangerous and for that would have to be eliminated. The security around the headquarters has tightened too which only further feeds the growing doubt within Muzan's mind. There is something that they must be hiding and that only means that he has to find out what it is as it must be something that they intend to use against him. The moment Muzan figures out your existence and abilities though? He will hunt you down until he has you in his claws. If you can save Kagaya, then you can and will be able to help him too.

#yandere x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere kny #platonic yandere #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader

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