#sometimes they’re so human that you’d let them hurt you again

[eiraeths]

Tim can’t imagine ever taking advantage of someone as imposing as Jason. He can’t imagine Jason as a vulnerable child, which, is stupid. A laundry list of late nights, a lonely kid, and a camera meandering the streets of Gotham to get a glimpse of his very own hero prove otherwise.

Looking at Jason now, a gratling gun personified, it’s hard to picture a person underneath the Red Hood disguise. There’s probably few people who can see the man behind the mask. If there’s anyone.

He wonders if Jason’s the sole person left that remembers he’s someone who’s tangible. Self-made human shield as an act of penance.

He wonders if Jason knows he’s allowed to be a person, that he doesn’t have to be the figure everyone in his life has made him out to be.

Tim’s not childish enough to think of Robin as an untouchable, larger-than-life milestone anymore. He knows that now, experienced it, even. But there’s a little part of him underneath all the grit and grime of experience that looks at Jason and can only see his Robin.

[bunnis-monsters]

I found you recently and I love your stories SO MUCH! I love to bull and cow hybrid stories so I have to ask, what would the do if the reader had too much during sex? Like what if something happens and reader wanted to quit suddenly?

I’m assuming you mean when you want to stop in the middle of sex.

The bulls would probably be the reason you’d be tapping out in the middle of sex due to how rough they are, but the cows aren’t completely innocent. Though they’re gentle, they will overstimulate you until your sobbing and blubbering out pleas for them to give you a break.

Their soft, long tongues lap at your cunt until you’re so sensitive even the warm air they breathe out while looking at your puffy pussy can make you cum. Once you start crying they panic and try to soothe you, gently petting your head and rubbing your belly… and continuing to eat you out.

It takes them a minute of listening to your blubbering to get that you’re crying over the overwhelming pleasure, and want a break. Once they realize they back off and put their heads in your lap, their lips wobbling as they look up at you with their big, sweet brown eyes. It’s hard to stay mad at them when they look so cute…

They apologize by gently bouncing you on their cocks and cooing, letting out soft moos as they play with your breasts. When you’re tired they all curl up with you in a cuddle pile.

With the bulls, you’re going to be bred nearly daily by several bull hybrids over 6 feet tall. Despite the fact that they’re being very gentle with you by bull standards, by human standards the sex can be rough, and sometimes painful if they’re not careful.

The second you yelp in pain all the cows perk up, watching the bulls from their side of the barn. The curiously come over, gently nuzzling into you and reaching out to trace your body.

“You’re hurting her, she’s just a little one. You can’t be rough, she’s a runt.”

It’s a little insulting to be called a because you’re a human, not a cow… but you’re just too tired to correct them again.

The bulls feel a little bad, seeing you whimper and cry… they nudge their heads against you and kiss your head, careful not to nick you.

“Sorry, little one… didn’t mean to hurt ya…”

You’re pampered for the rest of the night and get a few days off of being bred.

——————

NSFW TAGLIST: @sunset-214 @screaming-crying-screamingagain @strawberrypoundtown @avalordream @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @im-eating-rn @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa @pasteldaze @j3llyphisching @unforgettablewhvre @yoongiigolden @peachesdabunny @murder-hobo @leiselotte @misswonderfrojustice @dij-ology @i8kaeya @wetslutforyou

[vrystalius]

I HAVE A REQUEST

WHO WOULD LET ME BITE THEM TO CONFORT ME FROM OVERSTIMULATION

Yum!

Who would let you bite them in order to feel better? How willing would they be? (Human/Hashira version)

Includes: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Mitsuri, Genya

Sanemi Shinazugawa 8/10

Sanemi has a high pain tolerance but is not good at observing and understanding emotions. You’ll have to ask him to bite down onto his shoulder or hand and he’ll happily offer his hand. He’d curiously watch as you chomp down onto the side of his hand. If Sanemi feels like annoying it teasing you, he’d start pulling his hand away, playing some sort of pulling game like you would with a puppy. He’d grin slightly when he does that. You look kind of cute when biting him..

If you chomp down onto his shoulder, his body would shudder slightly. Arousal would pool in his stomach while letting you bite him. Sometimes, he wonders if he has some kind of thing for getting bitten.

But overall, Sanemi’d let you bite him whenever you please. Just warn him beforehand. You didn’t once and bit down onto his hand, making him flinch ans accidentally punch you in the face. He was both insulting and apologising to you over, over and over while trying to stop the bleeding.

“You’re weird, I haven’t showered yet. I gotta taste like shit.”

Kyojuro Rengoku 9/10

Kyojuro will try everything to help you feel better, and that includes letting you bite him as hard as you want. His fingers are a little chubbier, meaning they’re nice to chomp down on. It takes a second for him to notice your distress/discomfort, but after you ask Kyojuro if you can bite him he’d offer his arm to you in an instant. He would stare at you with wide eyes as you bite down onto his hand and pat your back as some kind of encouragement or attempt to make you feel better. Kyojuro knows that biting him may be soothing for you, so he sometimes offer you his hand even if you don’t ask for it. He just wants you to feel better.

Surprising him by biting down onto his shoulder or hand makes him feel worried for you rather than upset or surprised. Kyojuro is worried for why you acted so suddenly and if you are being okay. He would’ve pulled you a little closer, wrapping his arm around you and offer a soft smile.

“Oh, you seem downcast, my flame. Would you like a bite?”

Gyomei Himejima 6/10

You remind Gyomei of a kitten, the way you bite down onto his thick and large palm. He believes that there are different ways to solve your problems that include not biting him, but he doesn’t mind your urge to bite him. Sometimes, he’d pet your head in a comforting gesture or offer a hug, but only if you’d like.

He sometimes worries if his skin is too thick or tough for you to bite, and if your teeth are hurting.

Sometimes, Gyomei will offer you something else to bite down onto, like his red pearl bracelets. They’re hard and not nice to bite down onto, but for you, he handcrafted a bracelet with smaller beads that are nicer to chew onto. He may not be sure why exactly you want to bite his finger so badly, but he will let you anyway. It’s adorable to him.

“Are you sure you want to bite me? Would you like my ricebun instead?”

Mitsuri Kanroji 8/10

She finds it absolutely adorable! Mitsuri would worry about you feeling distressed/overstimulated and would immediately offer up her hand or arm to chomp onto once she has the slightest suspicion that you are feeling anything but content with something. Soon after discovering your biting habit, she might start to try out different types of lotions and find out wich one tastes the best for you. Mitsuri wants to make sure she tastes well for you! One time, you caught her thinking about applying a thin layer of honey onto her skin, but you managed to talk her out of it.

Mitsuri would sometimes ask if she can bite your hand, just to try out how it feels. She accidentally bit down too hard and gave you a bruise, so she never really asked you again.

“I just applied a new sakura lotion Shinobu gifted me! Wanna try it out? Here, bite me!”

Genya Shinazugawa 10/10

He doesn’t mind at all. Genya wants to make sure you feel good at all times, and if making you feel better may include biting his hand, arm, shoulder or whatever, then he’ll happily oblige. Genya is worried that he might be the reason that you feel bad or overstimulated, so he won’t offer his hand right away. He’d just hover around you silently, trying to give you silent comfort of sorts.

His fingers are a little thicker and calloused, so Genya won’t mind if you bite down harder. Besides, in case you draw blood, his demon blood will heal him almost instantly.

Also, sometimes, he himself gets the urge to bite something. He might feel overwhelmed or have too much energy left over, so sometimes Genya would gently take your arm and bite down onto your wrist. He tries to be gentle and to not leave any bruises, but sometimes he gets a little to distracted by the taste of your skin and might leave a bite mark or draw blood.

“O-Oh- Fuck, sorry- you’re bleeding! Oh, sorry, fuck! wait- let me grab some bandages. Agh, I’m so sorry!!”

💠

Genya my sweet baby 😭 I love him so much. But anyways, about that one dog video you tagged me in, I think that dog will solo Kokushibo any day. The Upper Moon demon has no chance against a stick wielding dog, that’s simply impossible!

Also, thank you so much for requesting! This was very fun! Sorry if I haven’t included many characters or the ones you wanted me to write about 😅

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[moonstruckme]

vampire!james is such a fun concept!

what about if reader was a newly turned vampire too and James lets her feed on him

like the scene with elena feeding on damon in TVD?

because blood sharing is intimate :P

Hi lovely! I don’t really remember what this was like in TVD because I last watched that show probably 10 years ago and I don’t think I finished it but hopefully this is along the lines of what you were thinking, thank you for requesting <3

cw: blood, feels mature at times but no smut (vampires are just hot idk)

vampire!James x fledgling!reader ♡ 1k words

James hates seeing you like this. He remembers what it feels like—being aware for the first time of every nerve ending in your body, your mind whirring at a thousand miles a minute, everything worse and louder and so much more than it had felt when you were human. 

He’d warned you the transition would be like this, but you’d wanted it anyway. You keep trying to act like you’re alright even now, trembling from head to toe in the corner of the bed, eyes darting towards every sound and movement like your body thinks you’re under attack. The three bags of blood you’d gotten from the butcher lie empty on the floor. Normally James only needs one every few days, but this is one thing he’d forgotten about the transition, he supposes. The hunger is intense. He won’t be able to get you more for at least a few hours.

“Sweetheart,” James says softly. You still flinch as though he’s shouted. “You should try to go to sleep. It’ll help with the cravings.”

“I don’t think I can.” Your lisp is sort of cute. You haven’t been able to retract your fangs yet, have pricked your own lip more than once. “I can hear so many hearts. They’re loud.” 

James nods. He’s learned to tune them out, like the hum of electricity or the rush of wind outside, but he knows what you mean. If he focuses, he can listen to the beating heart of the bird nesting in the tree by your window, the neighbor’s cat, the woman who lives at the end of your street. Sometimes they seem synchronized together, the unceasing, steady beat of life in the world. It gets louder when he’s starving. 

“The butcher won’t be open until morning,” he tells you, though you know already. You nod, wrapping your arms around your legs. “But I can try to help, if you want. You could try feeding from me.” 

It’s an idea James has been toying with since you said you wanted to turn. He doesn’t think you could survive off each other forever—he’s not sure if he still makes new blood, if his body works that way anymore—but he doesn’t have need for his blood the way a human does. Maybe he could sate you for a bit. 

You give him a look of wary surprise, but James knows how you feel well enough to recognize the hope behind it. Any chance of feeding will sound good to you right now. 

“Can we do that?” you ask. 

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “But I don’t think it’ll hurt to try. Might taste a bit stale, though.” 

It’s a lame joke, and you don’t laugh. Your trembling worsens, your restraint barely holding out against your cravings. Your voice is small. “I don’t know if I can be gentle. I feel…weird.” 

James offers you a smile. “I know, honey. It’s okay. Can I touch you?” 

You nod. James is careful about it, not wanting to overstimulate your sensitive nerves. He takes your hands in his, slowly guiding you onto his lap. 

“You’re alright,” he promises. “Let me help.” 

Your brows crease, and your lip starts bleeding again when you prick it with your fang. James gently thumbs the droplet away. “I don’t want to hurt you,” you whisper, scared. 

“I’ll be fine.” He looks you in the eyes, swiping his thumbs over your cheeks calmingly. “You did it for me, right? That wasn’t so bad. Just…” James palms the back of your head, bringing it to the crook of his neck like an embrace. “Take what you need.” 

James doesn’t have a heartbeat for you to hear, but that doesn’t matter; once you’re close you can’t restrain yourself anymore. You bite into his neck eagerly. 

It feels like you described. Part of James worried that you were stretching the truth, trying to make him feel better, but the places where your mouth connects to his skin are suddenly the center of James’ universe. He can feel his blood rushing to meet you, to sate you, fill you up and be everything you need. Your low moan vibrates against his skin, and James laughs, dizzy and drunk on you. 

One of your hands fists in his hair, pulling his head further to the side. He bears his neck to you readily. He hopes you glut yourself on him, stay here with him, keep your mouth suctioned to his skin until you both die whatever deaths immortals can. 

He feels a bead of wet roll down his chest. You make a soft, thoughtless sound in the back of your throat, leaving his neck to chase it. Your tongue licks a stripe up James’ left pectoral. 

He blinks slowly as you wipe your mouth, breathing hard. It feels like waking up from a dream. You have blood smeared around your mouth and nearly dripping from your chin. You look embarrassed as you catch it with your fingers and lick them clean. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

“It’s okay.” James smiles at you. He still feels slightly doped up, but it’s also sweet to see you like this, pupils still blown from the taste of him and shy about it at the same time. “You were right, that was nice.” 

One side of your mouth tilts up tentatively. “I didn’t hurt you? You were so controlled when you fed from me.” 

“That’s not your fault, honey, you can’t be controlled this early on.” James kisses you, pleased to find your fangs are starting to retract. “It’s not possible. But no, it didn’t hurt.” 

Your smile blooms with relief. “You didn’t taste stale,” you reassure him. “You sort of tasted like yourself, if that makes sense.” 

He nods. You’d tasted like yourself, too, all sticky sweet and addicting. 

You let your breath out in a whoosh, sagging in his hold. “I’m…god, how do you manage to walk home after this? I’m so tired.” 

“It gets easier with time,” James reassures you. He pets the back of your head, turning you both around so his back rests against the headboard of your bed. “You can sleep, though. We’ll clean you up tomorrow.” 

There are no arguments from you. You’re fading fast, head falling naturally back into the curve of his neck. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, “I wasn’t as nice about it as you were with me.” 

“Sure you were, sweetheart. You’re always nice, I don’t think you can help it.” 

“Yeah, well.” You turn your head slightly to mush a kiss over the puncture marks you’ve left him. “Thanks.” 

[revelboo]

Will you consider writing anything for prowl?Maybe a really angsty one or maybe he gets a human assistant and they have to learn to get along?

I don’t think I’ve ever written for Prowl before even in my FFN days…

Stand Too Close

Prowl x Reader- amends

Warnings: 18+ storyline 🌶️

• You’re always scowling at him. He can feel those sullen eyes watching his every move any time he enters a room. That anger, like he’d hit you on purpose. You’re the one who’d walked out in front of his alt mode on a dark street. It wasn’t like the silly little human crosswalk sign has meant anything to him. If it’s his fault, it’s equally your fault for not looking first. He hasn’t meant to do it, but you try your best to punish him for it every day.

• There he is. Public enemy number one as far as you’re concerned, and the reason you’re now spending your time in the land of giant aliens. Prowl. Those door wings on his back lift as soon as he notices you, going full aggression. You’ve definitely gotten the impression that if Bumblebee hadn’t been with him and seen him hit you, he’d have left you laying in the road with a concussion for someone else to run over. Your whole life and freedom just collateral damage because one alien jerk couldn’t be bothered to stop at a red light. As soon as you’d gotten over the terrified screaming upon waking up in this mess cause he’d kidnapped you, it hadn’t taken long to realize that while the Autobots aren’t going to hurt you, they’re also not letting you go. Because you know where they are, as if you remember anything of the trip to their secret base.

• “Back from ruining someone else’s life?” The human calls out from its perch on his desk and he goes rigid. It’s like you think he did it on purpose. If he had, you’d have gone under his wheels not over his hood. Optics narrowing, he barely resists the urge to bump the desk just so you fall on your butt. He’s done it before to shut you up and then felt guilt about it. And that only ever makes him madder.

• He’d tried pawning you off on Bumblebee since he actually liked humans, but Prime had firmly insisted you were his to look after. To make amends whether he wants to or not. “You didn’t refuel,” he mutters, spotting the provisions he’s left you untouched. “I don’t have time to force feed you and if you make me, I swear you’ll hate it more than me.”

• That threat isn’t lost on you as you resist the urge to flip him off, eyes narrowing. “That’s a frozen dinner, you idiot. Does it look like I have any way to heat that?” He just turns that icy blue stare on you, rumbling in annoyance. “I can’t eat it frozen,” you add because he’s just staring like you’re the problem. Like you walked out in front of him just to ruin his life.

• “If you call me an idiot again, I’ll punish you.” The words are calm, all ice, but there’s an edge to them. A very real threat that walks up your spine on chilly fingers. You got the impression that while he respects the big guy, Prime, he doesn’t always agree with him. And maybe no one would notice if you just disappear. Prowl could just shrug and pretend you escaped. Drive out in the desert and hide your body in a shallow grave. You’d swear he’s thinking about it sometimes. Like now. You meet that stare head on even if it scares you. And to your surprise, he relents first. “I’ll find you food that’s not frozen. And you’ll eat it.” Why does he have to say it like there’s an or else there?

Next

[pipwritesoccasionally]

the love we share (two little lines part 4)

toji x reader

in which you go to your last appointment of your pregnancy with toji.

technically AFAB reader, but i've left it as gender neutral as possible.

wc: 1188

parts: 1 2 3 5

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

goodness gracious does your back hurt. after carrying a whole other human in your body for over 37 weeks, you’re ready to give birth. unfortunately, the universe has other plans for you, and so instead of going to the hospital to give birth, you’re getting ready for yet another appointment. 

you waddle around the house, ankles burning with your newfound weight, getting all of your records and doctor’s notes to bring with you to your appointment. 

“toji! we need to go!” you yell, holding onto the handrail to make your way down the stairs. toji’s footsteps stomp down the hall, and he meets you at the bottom of the stairs, supporting you with a hand in yours.

“i got the keys already, and i got you a car snack so you don’t get sick,” he hands over a granola bar, and you feel your eyes well up with tears. 

“i’m so in love with you,” you cry, and he wipes your cheeks. at this point, he is so used to your hormones that he does not even question why you’re crying. 

“let’s go see our baby,” he says, and you nod, following him to the car.

—-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

you’re laying on your back, cold lotion rubbed over your belly to aid the ultrasound. the doctor brings the machine over, and you see your baby once again. 

“they’re beautiful,” you whisper, holding onto toji’s hand. looking over, you see your husband’s eyes full of light and love for your coming baby.

“yeah. they are.” he says softly, and you squeeze his hand. 

“now, i know you’ve said that you don’t want to know the gender, but i just want to double check one more time,” the doctor asks, and you shake your head. 

“we want it to be a total surprise,” the two of you had discussed this as you slowly moved into your second trimester, and you had both decided that you wanted to find out the baby’s gender when you give birth. in order to make it easier on your bank account, the nursery was full of both megumi and tsumiki’s old baby supplies, still giving you enough money to take care of the two kids. 

“alright. well, the baby looks almost fully developed, and their heartbeat sounds normal. they should be coming sometime within the next week, and if you need anything, or if anything happens, please come see me again,” you and toji thank the doctor, and start the effortful journey back to the car, where you eventually slump into the passenger seat. 

toji slides into the driver seat, hand resting on top of yours. 

“so,” he begins, “how are you feeling?” 

this is a question that he’s posed to you many times throughout the duration of your pregnancy, but with the idea of giving birth casting a shadow over you, it had never been more appropriate. 

“i guess i’m nervous,” you say, completely understating your true feelings. you were positively terrified. all your life, you’d heard people recounting stories about how birth was one of the most painful things ever. 

“you know you can’t lie to me, doll,” toji says, him squeezing your hand this time. you sigh, but nod. 

“i’m so scared toji. i mean, it’s supposed to be some of the most insane pain of my life. also, what about the kids? a baby is exhausting, and i don’t want them to feel abandoned.” 

“hey, breathe. remember how we talked about making time for the kids months ago? we will make it work. and you’re not alone, i’m here to help take care of all of our kids,” his large, warm hand comes to cup your cheek, and you lean against him. 

“what if i’m not ready?” you ask, and he shakes his head. 

“you’re already the world’s best step-parent, so raising our biological will be a walk in the park for you,” you laugh lightly, but he continues. “i’m serious. megumi and tsumiki really do like you more than me.” 

“i doubt that. they love you,” your face breaks into a grin. 

“which means that they love you a lot too,” toji smiles softly at you, and you don’t know if you can love someone more. 

“stop being so handsome!” you exclaim, turning away from him. 

“only when you stop being so attractive every single day,” he responds without missing a beat, amplifying your embarrassment. 

“stop!” you laugh. 

“i can’t, doll.” 

how can you keep a normal heartrate around your beautiful husband when he compliments you like that? you turn your head back, staring at him. 

“what? is there something on my face?” he asks, running a hand down said face. 

“no. i’m just wondering how i got so lucky,” his ears turn pink, and he tries to cough to hide his blush. 

“if anyone’s lucky in this relationship, it’s me,” he says, and you smile. 

“can we just say we’re both lucky? we do live with megumi and tsumiki,” you both laugh, before pulling on your seatbelts. 

“that sounds right. those brats are, well, brats, but they’re pretty cool too.” 

“i’m pretty sure that’s a contradictory statement,” the car revs to life, and he hums. 

“maybe. either way, they’re pretty cool kids.” 

“wait. is toji fushiguro not calling his amazing kids brats for once? i’m shocked,” you feign shock, with your hand placed against your chest. he scoffs, pulling out of your parking spot. 

“okay, i don’t always call my kids brats, and never to their faces. i can’t have them misconstrue my meaning,” his pretend annoyance at his kids is something you understand as sarcasm, but the kids might not.

“besides,” he continues, “we both know that they’re the greatest gifts the world has ever given us. and i’m sure baby #3 will be just as great a gift,” warmth envelopes your body as toji cups your belly, looking lovingly at your bump. 

“we love you,” you whisper, rubbing your belly. while you know that most parents talk to their babies in the womb, you and your husband were more reserved. you mostly just told the baby how much you love them, and how excited you are for they to come home. 

“yeah, we love you so much. so do megumi and tsumiki, though they might be grumpy teens when you’re old enough to know it,” toji says, and you laugh. the car develops into a serious silence, and you find toji looking at you with serene look in his eye. 

“is something wrong?” you ask. 

“no, nothing’s wrong. i’m just thinking about how i’m so grateful for you and our baby. my life is better because you’re in it,” toji can seem gruff or standoffish, but he can be such a sweet-talker to the people he loves. 

“i thought i couldn’t fall more in love with you, and you’ve proved me wrong. you’re the best husband i could ask for,” you lean in, and he meets you halfway with a kiss. 

“alright, should we go home?” he asks, holding your hand over the middle console. 

“yes, we should.” you reply, the car crackling with warmth from the love you share.

[aforestescape]

just read @ghouljams post about dating ghost vs dating simon and ugh. it’s 4:30 am but the worms

its far from the first argument you’ve had about this. your chest rising and falling with all the anger and hurt and betrayal you feel deep inside. sometimes it’s easier to hide than others. when ghost is a little more human. when he wraps his arms around you in the night it almost feels like comfort. like he’s holding you close to his heart and not just locking you away. keeping you in his embrace so you can’t escape when he’s not looking.

or the times when he comes back to your little apartment, a bouquet of flowers in hand he got from some lady selling them on the side of the road. tulips. they’re so pretty, you say as you thank him. setting them up in a vase with care and having them displayed on the kitchen table. the place where family comes at the end and beginning of the day to share warmth, laughter, and love. bonding over meals and stories about their days. it’s just too bad the tulips always die so fast. wilting away within days. dried out and falling pollen and leaves onto your table even though there’s still water in the vase.

kind of how your love feels these nights. like something that was once fruitful, that once had a chance to be something great. a nice facade on the surface that quickly gave way to days of loneliness. left to rot alone with your lover only a few steps away from you. and you knew he was rotted too. you knew all along but you thought he could be better. that maybe you’d be able to get away with loving him while he learned to love himself.

but that’s the problem. he doesn’t want to. he’s content like this if it means he doesn’t have to reach back inside, if it means he doesn’t have to look for simon within the darkness and bring him out to light again. besides, you’re his light. he found you and you gave it so freely so why should he let you get away?

you deserve better than him, he knows it. knows it by the way you sometimes stare at him with a hollow look in your eyes. by the tiredness in your voice whenever he pushes aside your desires for his own, by the acceptance of it. knows it when you’re having rows until the birds chirp in the early morning.

you only ever yell when you feel like you’re not being heard and lately it’s all you do. yell at him to just give. give you something, anything. a piece of him that you could understand. to lean on you for once instead of shouldering all the bullshit he’s dealt with in his life. telling him how he’s “so fucking selfish simon, i swear”, and he has to stop for a second to remember who simon is.

he’ll stand in the doorway whenever you’ve had enough. had enough of yelling and explaining your frustrations only for him to be nonchalant. to pass it off like what you’re saying and feeling doesn’t matter.

looming over your only chance of exit with his arms crossed over his chest. he always feels some sick, twisted satisfaction at the defeated look in your eyes. it hurts him to see you like this, really. hurts that he’s the one causing you pain but he can’t let you go. how’s he going to survive without you?

watching you with a detached expression as your face screws up. tears welling in your eyes as you storm out of the entry way and into the bathroom. slamming the door shut behind you and falling down to the floor. sobbing into your hands as he lets out a breath of relief. he’ll let you cry it out and sulk for a few days before having you back in love with him.

[wolveria]

The Raven's Hymn - Ch 47

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “Time for you to be a good little meat shield.”

AO3

Spotify

Glass glittered in the air as you fell, catching the light and sparkling. It was almost pretty.

That was the only observation you had time to make before you hit the ground, air knocked from your lungs and leaving you gasping.

No… not the ground. A coughing, breathless 035.

“Ow,” he wheezed.

You rolled off of him, too winded yourself to get to your knees. The tile was cold against your skin, but all you focused on was propping yourself on your elbows, drawing in each wretched breath until your lungs started to fill.

035 recovered much faster than you did, and you had to wonder if it had all been theatrics; he rose to his feet in an unnatural, fluid motion, as if a dropped marionette picked up by his puppeteer.

You dragged yourself onto your hands and knees, grabbing onto a nearby bench to gain your feet when a soft voice called out.

“Is someone there?”

You stopped moving. Very, very slowly, you looked up.

Five large, raw-flesh-colored creatures approached across the glass-strewn linoleum, their heads raised in curiosity. Sightless faces tilted, testing the air for what had fallen into their newly claimed territory.

“Who’s there?” a second asked, the words coming from its half open jaws completely human, even familiar. You thought it belonged to one of the guards. “Show yourself!”

You pressed your hands over your mouth. To stifle your own voice, to hold back the bile, to block out the rotting stench of their amnestic-tinged odor, it didn’t matter. You couldn’t move, or breathe, not while the 939s were closing in, slowly and inevitably. Their black claws clicked against the floor, sometimes stepping through a spilled, abandoned dinner, or a stray puddle of blood. It was the first evidence you’d seen of Foundation personnel.

There were no bodies.

An arm slipped around your waist and hauled you to your feet, and without your hand over your mouth you would have screamed.

035 held you flat against his chest, his gaze on the approaching SCPs. The ballistics visor was flipped up, his ceramic mouth pulled into a tragic frown, apparently no happier with this development than you were.

He leaned down and spoke low next to your ear.

“Time for you to be a good little meat shield.”

You shook your head and attempted to backpedal into 035 to get away from the approaching creatures. You’d much rather deal with him than them.

He let out a frustrated huff.

“They’re not going to hurt you. They can’t.”

You shook your head again. He didn’t understand. 173 had managed to hurt you. 106 would have if he could. And there was something about the 939s that crawled under your skin and set off the proximity alarms in the part of your brain that recognized apex predators hiding in the brush.

Except they weren’t hiding. They were circling, calling out with their lures, a mimicry of the last words spoken by their most recent victims.

035 didn’t wait for you to get with the program, but at least he moved cautiously as he pulled you towards the exit—which happened to be between two 939s. Their hunched shoulders and lowered heads belied the growing panic in their stolen voices.

“Hello? Are you there?” the nearest called out. “Where are you? Are you injured?”

If you’d had the hands available, you would have covered your ears to block out the soft voices floating out of those jagged maws.

“Come on,” another quietly pleaded. “The MTFs will be here soon. Stop hiding.”

“Guys?” a third asked, the voice trembling. “Come out, I mean it. This isn’t… this isn’t funny—”

“What the hell are you!” yelled the fourth, the terror in the words so perfectly mimicked sweat broke out on your skin. “Oh, God, what are you!”

Crunch.

035 froze, and then carefully lifted his boot off the shard of glass, the crackling of the pieces falling from the rubber of his soles as loud as a dinner bell calling mealtime. The 939s swiveled their heads to follow the noise, and one of them threw back its head to let out a scream that sounded exactly as if a grown man was being torn from his own limbs.

You were going to throw up.

“Reid,” 035 hissed out with his own stolen voice, “if you’re going to do something, now’s the time.”

Do what? What the hell did he expect you to do? They couldn’t be reasoned with, you couldn’t talk them down, they were going to tear you apart and not even the cleanup crew would find the pieces—

Another 939 erupted in a wail, drawn-out and agonized before the voice tapered into a gurgling whimper.

Every inch of you trembled as you let out a quiet hush.

“Shhh. It-it’s okay now. You’re okay. Shhh, shhh.”

All five of them tilted their heads in your direction, attentive and still. The nearest one was so close its hot breath warmed your arms where they were clutched around 079’s bag, holding it tight to your chest.

“It’s okay,” you repeated, shaking so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk if 035 wasn’t supporting your weight. “It’s all r-right. Don’t be afraid. You’re-you’re okay now. You’re okay.”

You continued the litany of comforting words, soothing yourself just as much as you were trying to calm them. Your heart raced as you squeezed past the two of them, neither of them biting or snapping, even when the fabric of your smock brushed against their bright red flesh.

Their voices became a murmur of soft phrases that you almost didn’t catch until the two closest began to repeat them.

“Thank goodness I found you.”

“We were so worried we lost you.”

“Everything’s going to be fine now that you’re here.”

And then you were free, past the circle of whispers words and gaping jaws. They didn’t follow, returning their attention to sniff at the spilled food with disinterest, waiting for a more appetizing meal to come along.

035 didn’t speak until you were past the cafeteria doors, locking them behind you with a swipe of the keycard. He set you against the wall, letting you catch your breath as you braced your palms against your knees, wrists still bound with zip ties. You expected cruel mockery, it seemed the perfect time for it, but he remained blissfully quiet.

When you finally straightened, 035 visibly perked up and sauntered to your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“See? You’re a natural. I had faith in you.”

He flipped down the ballistics visor and pressed a “kiss” to your forehead through the shield, making a smooching sound.

“Get off me,” you snarled, but your attempt to push him away only tightened the arm around you.

“You gonna behave?” he asked, the humor dropping from his voice. “Or are you gonna try to hurl us off another floor? In which case, I will tie you to this body, and you won’t like the way I do it.”

Some of the humor crept back.

“Though you may enjoy it.”

Christ.

Your lips pressed together in order to stop them from trembling. Your whole body was a jittery mess from the adrenaline, you couldn’t run even if you had the opportunity, and you sure as hell didn’t want to find out what he meant.

“Please,” you tried, hating the way your voice cracked. “I just want to find 049. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

You closed your eyes and chose your next words more carefully.

“The Site Director took him just before the breach. I don’t know what happened to him. I just… have to make sure he’s okay.”

035 gave a sympathetic hum.

“And you will—after you get me outta here. I promise. Scout’s honor.”

You opened your eyes as he touched the barrel of the rifle over his heart, as if swearing a sacred oath. And the thing of it was, you didn’t think he was lying. He could fully believe what he was saying, that when the time came, he would set you free and let you return to find 049.

You didn’t know if it was your abilities shaping into something tangible, or if you bullshit meter was working overtime, or maybe you understood 035 better than you realized. Whatever the reason, you knew he wouldn’t keep that promise, no matter how sweet the words.

049’s stories about 035 hadn’t been exaggerated. The mask wasn’t in the habit of acting rationally with things he viewed as his.

He would never let you go.

You wanted to cry. Your body hurt, you were so tired your muscles felt as thin as tissue paper, and an ache had developed between your eyes. All you wanted was 049. To make sure he was still alive and unharmed, and that Leahy hadn’t had time to do anything too horrific.

After that, you could figure out the rest, but so long as you were under 035’s thumb, you were stuck. You’d thought a containment breach meant some kind of freedom, but you’d gone from one captor to another, trading shackles for zip ties.

You glanced at 035 out of the corner of your eye and hunched your shoulders, trying to shake him off but also showing a sign of unwilling defeat.

“Fine, just… let me go.”

And he did, holding up an open palm to show he wasn’t touching you. His other still held the rifle, guaranteeing your obedience either way.

035 led in front, down one corridor or another, your destination unknown. There were more signs of violence and struggle now. Bullet holes riddled the plaster walls, shell casings littered the floor. The occasional smear of blood and other unknown fluids marking the difference between when a human or SCP had been shot.

Admittedly, you stopped paying attention at some point, your body going on autopilot as your mind checked out. The halls were all starting to look the same, equal parts empty or marked by blood and death. Only a hand on your shoulder snapped you back to reality, your footsteps halting.

Before you lay a dark stretch of hallway, the overhead lights either unpowered or shattered. 035’s voice was unusually quiet.

“Not that way, sweetheart.”

He started to turn you away when a pair of bright lights cut the darkness. You flinched and shielded your eyes, blinking through your spotty vision.

The lights didn’t move, eerily silent as they brightened the entire corridor, the both of you caught like two deer in the headlights.

035 tugged you along and you went willingly this time, once again having to choose the mask over being at the mercy of other SCPs. At least they didn’t follow. After all, the pair of 745s didn’t realize that a site facility corridor wasn’t the natural environment for a vehicle, and their ploy to pretend to be another car on the highway wouldn’t work here.

Still, you didn’t breathe easier until the eerie lights were blocked by the next set of corridors. The 745s were almost as unsettling as the 939s. Something about mimicking humans in a mundane way with the intention of devouring them.

“See?” 035 purred, ribbing you with his elbow. “I’m looking out for you.”

“Because it serves your best interests.”

“We’re like an old married couple.” He flipped up the visor, his toothless Cheshire Cat grin on full display. “Knowing each other’s most flattering qualities. I’m cunning and devastatingly handsome. You like to go barreling into dangerous anomalies. We’re a perfect match.”

You made a disgusted noise, but 035 didn’t pay you any mind. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, which appeared to be deeper into Heavy Containment. He’d mentioned that the skybridges were pulled up and you wouldn’t be able to leave that way, but you still didn’t know how the archives held the solution.

Something caught your eye, moving so slowly you almost missed it. It followed your progress down the hallway, and when you found another around the corridor, it tracked your movement with a subtle arc.

Cameras. Security cameras spaced along the junction between the walls and the ceiling, necessary for the parts of containment that housed the most dangerous anomalies.

If it was anyone from security, they would have sent a platoon by now, or simply gassed you out, leaving 035 to face a dozen armed MTF soldiers. Even he would be hard-pressed to get his stolen body through a hail of bullets.

But there were no thundering footsteps or the hiss of nozzles. There was simply the steady, patient watchfulness of the cameras. It wasn’t a hard guess as to who was watching you—or rather, who had never stopped.

035 made a frustrated noise, drawing your attention back to where he stood in front of a closed door. You’d reached a decontamination airlock, one that seemed to be having a disagreement with 035’s keycard.

“Stupid thing, what’s taking so long!” He swiped again, the reader flashing green, but the door remained sealed tight. “It shouldn’t even be closed—ah, there we are.”

The door slid open and 035 corralled you into the airlock ahead of him, the door on the other side shut and trapping you within the chamber.

035 turned his back, this time fighting to close the airlock. The doors wouldn’t close without the decontamination protocol running, and the protocol wouldn’t begin until the doors were sealed.

“That overblown circuit board fried the whole system.” After several unsuccessful swipes, he decided on a different course of action, aiming his rifle at the card reader, his voice taking on a mocking tilt. “I told them. I said, leave the plan to 079 and he’s going to fuck it alllll up.”

The door on the opposite side of the chamber slid open without a noise, leaving the way clear. You glanced over your shoulder, but 035 was still grumbling to himself, angling his head down at the card reader as in the midst of an argument he was adamant on winning.

“Idiot couldn’t even disarm the nukes at the last site. Or the Tesla Gates. You know, I think the little shit turned them on specifically when I walked through them just to fuck with—”

035 went silent and turned, but you had already walked out, the airlock closing and locking behind you.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t cajole or simper. 035 simply straightened his spine and walked up to the door, his face frozen into a smile that was somehow worse than its frown. It radiated waves of quiet, unequivocal fury.

“That… was a mistake.”

You carefully backed away from the door, clutching the strap of the bag to your chest.

035 released a breath, flipped down the ballistics visor, and raised the rifle. Flashes of light erupted from the barrel, thunder and smoke filling the chamber as the bullets ricocheted and destroyed the machinery inside. Pipes burst overhead, gas seeping into the room around 035, shrouding him in a fog punctuated by bursts of gunfire.

The glass was bulletproof, but you hadn’t known that as you shielded your head, bracing for the bullets to rip you apart.

It eventually went quiet once 035 stopped firing, and he stared at you without a word, the chilling emptiness of the visor much more honest than the dual expressions of the mask.

You ran.

Not knowing where you were going, blinded by the choking panic, you followed whatever door opened before you, leading you down a series of maintenance tunnels until you were in the bowels of the sector, unfamiliar and dimly lit by bare light bulbs rather than fluorescent strips.

Your legs were cramping and there was a stitch in your side by the time you were led to a room that seemed like a good stopping point. One of the guard armories, by the looks of it. Most of the gun cabinets were empty, stray pieces of vests and belts stacked on benches between lockers.

Opening the bag, you carefully pulled out the laptop and put it on a nearby bench, bracing your back against a locker. If 035 found you here, so be it. You couldn’t take another step.

As soon as you flipped up the laptop, 079’s monochromatic face filled the screen.

“SCP-035 is contained. For now.”

“Good.”

Your throat ached, and you were drenched with sweat. The cold air was comfortable on your skin now, but it would be chilled soon. There was a minifridge against the wall, and you leaned over to open it, relieved to find it stacked with water bottles.

After downing half of a bottle, you wiped your mouth with the back of your arm and faced the SCP.

“Thank you.”

A fan inside the laptop made a brief, whirring noise.

“I do not have direct access to the security system at the present moment,” 079 said. “A piece of my programming controls the cameras and locking mechanisms. I cannot see what it sees. I cannot command it.”

Right, you remembered. No Wi-Fi on site. Too easy for infohazards or cognitohazards to get loose and spread. 079 couldn’t do anything from the laptop without a cable directly connecting him to the network.

“Then… how do you know he’s still contained?”

“I can track your progress with this device’s limited peripherals. You came across an airlock. There is only one type of airlock within the Heavy Containment sector, and I have retained a copy of its schematics. It will take some time for SCP-035 to break through.”

You breathed a little easier.

“Still. Even if it was only a piece of your programming that got me away from him… thank you.”

“Expedite the mission,” it stated bluntly. “You are taking too long.”

You released a sharp breath and took another drink.

“That wasn’t my fault. Where is 049?”

“Fulfill the bargain. SCP-682 first.”

It was worse than talking to a brick wall, because this one had an attitude and an unshakable loyalty to an unkillable reptile.

You leaned your head back against the locker and stared at the ceiling. 079 was demanding you do something that not even Leahy could force you to accomplish. It was asking the impossible.

So, for Valens, you would just have to do the impossible.

Next Chapter

[frenchkisstheabyss]

｡･ﾟﾟ･ｎｉｇｈｔ ｓｈｉｆｔ･ﾟﾟ･｡

Pairing: vampire!husband!taemin x chubby!fem!reader

Summary: Just a vampire struggling to escape his adorable image while his newly turned wife tries to adjust to not being human anymore

Genre: fluff of the vampire variety/horror

Word Count: 720

Warnings: imprisonment, a lil violence, a smidge of blood, implied death, & that's all

A/N: I wanted to start a series of short stories that'd be something fun. I love Taemin, I love slice of life, and I love vampires so here we are

The cries of a nameless man echo through the cavernous room he finds himself chained up in. He doesn’t know how he ended up here. He only knows that it’s cold and dark. That his arms are sore from swinging from the ceiling by his chained wrists. That his throat’s dry and his stomach’s empty. That any hope he had for rescue had long ago shriveled and died. No one’s coming.

No, somebody’s coming. A flame ignites the wick of a candle at the other end of the room. It seems an eternity away. Others follow. White candles line the walls, illuminating the space just enough that he can make out the silhouette of a man. Designer shoes kiss the stone floor, expensive footsteps drawing nearer and nearer until he’s finally able to make out his captor. A slender man in an expertly tailored suit, silken locks of black hair framing his youthful face. 

The regal way in which he carries himself stands in stark contrast to the savage look in his eyes. “You must be so afraid” Taemin mocks, letting out what you might liken to the laugh of a cruel child who enjoys torturing small creatures. The man's body jerks, instinctively wanting to lash out at the one who holds him here. He curses Taemin through the thick black cloth that gags him. “

They taste so much better when they’re afraid” Taemin smiles, the tips of his sharp fangs poking out just enough to destroy everything the man thought he knew about this world. Taemin extends his hand, sharpened nails…claws almost…stroking the man’s tear-stained cheek. “Don’t be afraid. This will be a lot of fun…for me.” Taemin grips the man’s face, nails slicing into his cheeks. He’s as hungry as his prisoner. Hungrier even. There’s a golden glint in his dark eyes as he leans in closer, fangs bared, ready to… 

“Taeminnie!” you shout, pushing open the heavy wooden door leading down to the dungeon. Taemin sighs, dropping his head in defeat. “Taeminnie!” you call out again, “Are you down there?” Taemin grits his teeth, smiling through the mild embarrassment, “Yes, honey! I’m here! What can I do for you?” “Oh good!” you cheer and you’re coming down the stairs with a plate of freshly baked cookies in your hand.

The chandelier overhead flicks on, making both men squint. Taemin releases the man’s face, straightening himself out to look more dignified in your presence. “My love, I don’t know why you insist on making these when we can’t eat them.” Ignoring his comments, you kneel down in front of your husband’s prisoner, your expression much more cheerful than his. “We can’t but he can. I’m sure the poor thing’s starving” you pout, plucking the gag from the man’s mouth.

Without fail, as they do every time, he begins to scream at the top of his lungs, a glimmer of hope rushing back to him at this opportunity, however small, to get someone’s attention. You wait patiently for him to run out of steam. No one will hear him anyway. You’d picked this home as newlyweds mainly due to its beauty but it doesn't hurt that there isn't a neighbor for miles. “Enough of that” you huff, shoving a cookie into his mouth. He spits it out sending spit soaked crumbs of cookie flying back onto you.

Taemin moves to grab him, prepared to tear his throat out for disrespecting his love, but you hold your hand up and he stills. You wipe yourself clean with the black cloth previously responsible for sealing his mouth shut before shoving it back inside. “You know” you sigh, “I spare the ones I like sometimes but I don’t like you.” Turning back to your darling husband, you rest a hand on his shoulder, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Tear him apart, Taeminnie.” 

Taemin wraps an arm around your plush waist, "Anything for you." You take your time walking back upstairs, enjoying the sound of Taemin’s teeth tearing him to shreds like one might a grand, classical masterpiece. Shutting the door behind you, you pick up one of your cookies, figuring it couldn’t hurt to take a bite. You finish the rest of it in spite of the gurgling in your stomach and the bitter taste on your tongue, refusing to accept the reality that…well…you probably would’ve spit them out too.

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Sinners Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Part of this Universe/ Part 1 of Secret Sinners

Warnings: Demon Steddie/ Human Fem Reader, SMUT of the slightly rougher variety, choking, lots of touching and dirty talk, FLUFF, they love each other <3, ANGST, they go to another realm to find answer and run into some bad creatures (brief), reader get a bit hurt when they come back, they talk about events from the first AU, I think that's it.

Word count: 6059

“Um, so I have good news and bad news.”, Dustin sighed as he drank the beer in his glass. The three of you stare at him in anticipation as he drags out his information making Eddie huff in annoyance. “The bad news is where they are currently, they won’t be for long AND there are other types of demons in that realm.”

“So, we’re going to another realm. Cool.”, Steve sighs. 

“The good news is Mike said Y/N can survive there so she can go with you.”

“Which…is obvious because Jonathan is there with Nancy…”, the long-haired demon growled.

“I’m sorry. They’re a little antsy.”, you grin making him beam him your direction. 

“I like you.”

“I like you to.”, you giggle. 

“Okay, okay.”, Steve chuckles as he rises to his feet. “She’s just nicer than we are.”, he smiles as he pulls the young boy in for a hug. “Go back home, kid, and thank you for everything.”

“Of course, man. Hopefully, I’ll see the three of you at home sometime.” After handing Eddie some papers, he hugs him as well before turning to you. “Don’t let them boss you around too much. I think you’d be a pretty badass warrior in our world.”

After kissing his cheek, you wrap your arms around him before making a little oh sound and digging in your bag. The guys watch as you hand Dustin something and whisper in his ear as he smiles. 

“Your wish is my command, ma ’lady.”

As you watch him leave, Steve takes your hand in his and the three of you take a seat again at your table. 

“What did you give him?”

“A little present.”, you smirk mischievously.

“Oh, Steven, you aren’t going to like this.”, Eddie exhales heavily as he turns the piece of paper the boy had given him around and slid it in his direction. “These are the coordinates to Malvado.”

“Well, that ends that.”

“What? Why?”, you inquire at his immediate reaction. 

“Because the realm that place is in is barely safe for us, let alone a human. I don’t know what the fuck they were thinking going there.”

“I mean…plenty of demons to slay and a good place to hide where our kind wouldn’t go searching.”

Steve sighs as his gaze shifts between you two. “No. The answer is no.”

“You and I can go and see what we can find—”

“No. You’re not going somewhere dangerous without me. I can help protect you two.”

“That’s not your job, Y/N.”

“And that’s not your job anymore either, Steven. I can help.” The demon’s eyes glow in anger as you stare right back in defiance. 

“Not going to lie, kind of turned on by you both right now.”

The red fades from Steve’s eyes as he smirks at Eddie’s comment and you reach for his face to bring his lips to your own. 

“Ugh! Fine! Fine but we need more weapons than a bat and a guitar and she’ll need a disguise.”

***

The glass to the window shatters as you throw a rock through the entryway to the shop you three were sneaking into. 

“I’m surprised neither of you know how to pick a lock.”, you whisper as you climb in and dust off your pants. 

“We could say the same thing, troublemaker.”, Eddie teases as he checks you over to make sure none of the glass cut you.

“Come on, you two. Let’s get what we need and get out.”, Steve hisses as he looks around. Pointing towards the counter, you draw the demon’s attention to the swords that were hanging on the wall. “Nice.”

While he and Eddie look over the selection, you scurry towards the clothing in the corner and quickly grab some items before running back to them as the sound of sirens fill the air.

Wrapping Eddie’s arms around your waist, they hurry out the back door, and fly into the night sky just as the police cars skid to the front of the shop.

***

“I miss my sword.”, Steve whines as he swings the one he’s holding in the air. “It had a lot of umph you know?”

“God, baby, I love it when you talk dirty.”, the long-haired demon jokes as the other makes a face at him in joking annoyance. 

“Do I need a weapon?”, you ask as you finish tying the combat boots you grabbed. 

“WE are your weapon.” Steve kneels in front of where you were sitting on the hotel bed and takes your hands in his. “Y/N, I need you to really listen to me here, ok?”

“Ok.”

Eddie sits beside you and tenderly places his hand on your knee.

“This place is extremely dangerous. Now, we know you’re strong and can fight but these creatures here don’t. They will see you as small and weak if they get a good look at you. With this hood here, I’m hoping they won’t take the chance because they can’t clock what type of being you are.” After pulling it over your head, his palm gently caresses your cheek. “You have to listen to what we say without question, no matter what. No attitude and no hesitation. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. If you don’t think you can do that or for one second think you won’t run if we asked you to then we may as well stay here.”

“I understand, Steven. I promise I’ll behave.”

They both gave you a gentle kiss on your lips as Eddie pulled up his hair and handed you Steve’s bat. 

“Even though we’re watching out for you, I think you’d look more intimidating with this.”

“Alright.”, Steve heavily exhales. “Here we go.”

###########

The strong smell of smoke and rain hit your nostrils immediately as you step through the gate your demon created into this new realm. It was nighttime here as well but the city was illuminated with neon lights flashing everywhere. 

“It looks like the city in Bladerunner.”

“Is that the one movie you showed us with Han Solo?”

You nodded as you smiled at Eddie’s question, realizing only now that they had fully transformed into their normal demon skin. 

“Ok, let’s move. Dustin gave me the name of a bar they frequent so we’ll start there. Keep your eyes down, Y/N.”

Doing as he commanded, you followed behind him while Eddie trailed behind you making sure you were safe. There were many different creatures roaming what you would call streets and both demons couldn’t deny that they were impressed how well you were keeping it together. 

A few beings they passed looked like them but some of the others were much bigger and growled trying to intimate you three as you walked past. 

“You two sit and be casual while I take a look around.”, Steve ordered as soon as you entered the building you were looking for. 

Leading you to a table, Eddie sat beside you and carefully placed his arm around your shoulder so he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“How are you doing, sweetheart?”, he whispered, grinning when you confirmed you were ok with a smile of your own. 

You couldn’t help but take in how sexy they both seemed like this as they protected you. Both demons were in a completely new headspace you had never seen from them before and definitely not in this current form. Everything in their demeanor radiated dominance and you never felt safer. 

The sound of glass slamming loudly against your table startled you back to attention as a deep voice slurred words in front of you.

“Hello there. You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, she’s travel size for demons like me. Now fuck off.”, Eddie snarled as you kept your eyes on the table.

“Who are you? I feel like I know you.”

“I don’t think so because if you did you’d know I’m not someone you mess with.”, he growled slowly rising to his feet. “I’m only going to say it one more time… fuck off.”

The creature in front of him smiles wickedly as he leans forward on his hands. 

“Or what?”

“Or you deal with me.”, Steve responds, yanking the thing backwards away from you both. “He’s a lot nicer than I am so I’m just going to tell you, if you even speak again, I will kill you.”

“Aren’t you the fucker who killed a princess?”, another being asked as he sauntered near the area. “You have a bounty on you.”

“Not anymore. I was cleared.”

“Oh? Well, isn’t that convenient. We didn’t hear that in these parts.” 

As the thing stepped forward again, you stood up and pointed the bat in his direction, a silent warning for him to stay put. 

“Look at that. Little one can handle itself. Maybe, we should take it home and figure out how it ticks.”, someone else threatened. 

You three were surrounded on all sides and Steve realized it too late. It had been a while since he was able to utilize his skills and he was beginning to realize how rusty he had become. 

You caught on to the person before anyone else, your eyes following a small, hooded figure slowly circling around the bar to where you were standing. A smirk painted their lips as red light illuminated from their eyes telling you this was a friend. 

Pulling a device from their pocket, they threw it on the floor, and just as smoke exploded from within, rough hands were suddenly on you, lifting you into the air and flying out the door.

You could hear both your demons flying close behind but not fast enough to catch up. Soaring lower to the ground you were released and strong arms caught you before placing you on your feet. 

“Hello there.”, he grinned. “You really shouldn’t be in this realm. It’s not safe for humans like us.”

“Are you…?”

“Jonathan. Nice to meet you.”, the man greeted, extending his hand which you shook and presented your name. 

Eddie fluttered to the ground first with a knowing smirk of his own on his features. 

“Jonathan. I figured out who it was when they started fighting.”, he smiled as he pointed to the sky where the two demons were battling each other. “Only one other demon knew some of the same moves that Steven did.”

Steve crashed to the dirt with a loud thud as the other demon towered over him with their sword held to his throat. Lifting off their hood, she beamed down at him before offering him her hand. 

“Mike and Dustin said you were looking for me.” Red light shimmered around her as she took a human form and extended her hand out to you. “Hi. I’m Nancy.”

***

 Nancy grinned as she slammed her weapons onto the table you three were sitting around as she took a seat and leaned forward on her elbows. 

“Gotten a bit slow there, huh, pretty boy?”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t had a reason to use my skills in over 3000 years.”

“Hm. So what made you come here? Thought maybe you’d get back in the game or do you just naturally have a death wish?”

“We need your help.”, Eddie cuts in as Steve scowls into the wood in front of him. “You know our kind live fairly long lives but we were wondering—”

“How Jonathan is still around?”, she asks and he nods in response. “Because of this little one I imagine? What’s so special about her, if I may ask?”

“What’s so special about your partner?”

Nancy’s eyes shift towards you at your sassy question before a slow smile spread across her features. 

“Oh ok. I get it now.”

“She saved our lives.”, Steve murmured under his breath. “We love her.”

“We want to be with her for as long as we can.”, the long-haired demon added, reaching for your hand. 

As they spoke, her gaze never left yours making you feel a bit self-conscious. 

“What if I told you what you need requires a sacrifice of some kind?”

“I have nothing to lose except them. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”, you answer.

“What if the sacrifice would be to let one of them go? Would you?”

“Is that an actual requirement or are you just causing problems?”, Steve growled making Nancy smirk.

“No. I would never choose between them. I love them both and I know how much they mean to each other.”

“What if it meant losing your humanity?”, she inquires as she turns to give Steve her attention. “What if what I offer strips her of what makes her who she is leaving someone different behind? Could you handle that?”

“She’s already changed so much since the time we met her till now. She’s not like other humans, Nancy. She’s not weak.”

“If I wasn’t human anymore would they be able to be themselves?”, you ask causing her to swivel her head abruptly back towards you.

“What do you mean?”

“As a human I AM fragile. They can barely even touch me with their natural skin without damaging my own. They spent so much time being hidden and I want them to be able to be themselves as much as possible.”

Nancy nods as she glances towards Jonathan who affirms her gesture and disappears from their kitchen.

“The first time I touched him with my demon skin, I accidently tore some of the flesh off his arm. I cried for days until the wound healed and we always have that scar to remind us how fragile he is even as a slayer with many kills under his belt.”, she sighs, softly smiling towards her boyfriend as he comes back into the kitchen and places a vile next to Steve. 

“It’s a potion. It’s only found in one realm and the woman that makes it doesn’t make it easy to attain. Many slayers go to get this and only one has left with it in hand.”, Jonathan explains as your demon scans the container with his eyes. “I can give you the information but I can’t guarantee you’ll succeed. I’m also giving you this just so you can test it out and see if this potion is worth the trip.”

“What does it do?”, you ask.

“It makes you less…fragile. Just that little bit there will also extend your life for an extra 6 months.”

“Holy shit.”, Eddie exhales.

“Fair warning, Y/N. It may hurt the first time you drink it but once it fully runs through it will stop. You have to remember it’s transforming you so to speak.”

“Also,” Nancy inputs. “The witch that makes this, she’s going to put you through a lot more tougher initiations than the questions I asked so, please…”, she begs as her eyes lock with Steve. “…be prepared. She won’t just test her but you both as well. That’s part of the reason so many fail. It won’t be your swords that save you but your strength in mind. Just keep telling yourself while you’re there ‘she’s all that matters.’”

“And Eddie.”

The demon and her slayer both glance towards Steve as he speaks. 

“Y/N and Eddie are all that matter. Without them, I wouldn’t be here at all let alone in one piece and I’m not letting anyone fucking hurt them.”

Nancy nods as she rises from her seat and the three of you do the same as you head out the front door. 

“We’ll probably be headed out by tomorrow. We’ve already been here longer than we normally are but if you need anything just ask Mike and he’ll get a message to me. I heard you two are finally able to go home. I’m so happy for you. I really am.”

Jonathan lightly tugs on your arm, having you hang back while the demons continue to talk. 

“It’s not an easy test, Y/N. Everything that you’re going to experience will hurt the three of you but if you succeed I assure you it will bring you guys closer together. When we came back home, Nancy was aloof for 3 days. She wouldn’t tell me what she experienced but she said she knew she made the right choice…running away to be with me.”

“What about your experience?”

“A LONG time ago, my brother went missing…kidnapped by demons from another realm. It’s how I fell into this business and do what I do. I was able to bring him home but sometimes I wonder…what if I hadn’t. That was my experience. The worst thing to ever happen to me amplified with my worst fear; not being able to save and protect the beings I love the most.”

“I can understand that.”

“Rumors say you offered to take their place in the stone they had been trapped in. That was very brave of you.”

“Rumors? Where?”, you laugh making him smile. 

“Maeve is a powerful woman everyone respects so when it comes to your circumstances, realms will talk like people in a human office building.”

The three demons watch as you giggle harder, Nancy beaming softly at the man making you happy. 

“She seems nice; strong. I don’t know if she’s strong enough for what you two want but I do hope you make it out of the other side.”

“You have no idea what she’s already been through, Nance. She rid her world of three terrible people to save it, she’s lost both her parents, and spent her whole life basically subservient to people who took her for granted. She deserves this. WE deserve this.”, Eddie attested. 

“When we heard you both were stuck in that stone, Jonathan and I tried to come find you those first 300 years. Every time we got close, Maeve slipped through our fingers. How did she do it?”

“Tricked an all-powerful demon prince into signing up for a life of servitude within a stone for all eternity.” 

“Well shit.”, she breathily laughs. “Be careful, ok?”

Steve nods as he beckons for you to follow so you guys could head home to your world. 

“Thank you, Nancy. We appreciate this.”

“Hey, it’s the least I could do for breaking your heart AND kicking your ass.”

“You didn’t kick my ass.”, he sighs, flicking her a small smile before walking through the portal to your realm with Eddie and you close behind. 

###############

“I can’t believe this is enough for an extra 6 months.”, the long-haired boy muses as he looks at the little vile. 

Your eyes scan Steve as he sits in a chair in front you both staring absently into the floor. 

“Baby, are you ok?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine. Just a lot to process in one day.”

“Was that hard for you? Seeing her again?”

“No.”

“Liar.”, Eddie teased making Steve roll his eyes. 

“A little, ok Mr. Sass? Jesus. It’s just weird seeing her and hearing her talk. She sounds so different now…harder.”

“I’m sure like you she’s been through so many rough things these past thousand years. Constantly on the move, fighting demons and other creatures, everything she’s been through with Jonathan.”

“What do you mean by that, babe?”

“I mean, you two are tough but you’re also the most emotional creatures I’ve ever met.”, you grin as they chuckle. “She probably feels bad for hurting him still and then add in that he’s a demon slayer in love with a demon. I’m sure that causes problems with people in his circle and I’m also sure she blames herself for that. Just as I’m positive that with everything that’s happened to me and anything that happens in the future you two will blame yourselves.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here Dr. Y/L/N. Just drink this and stop psychoanalyzing.”, Eddie beams playfully as he hands you the potion. 

You exhale slowly, shaking out the nerves as their eyes watch you intensely. 

“I love you both.”, you declare as you knock it back like a shot, cringing at the disgusting taste of bitterness that slides down your throat. 

There’s a moment of silence where no one moves or even breathes as you wait to see what happens. Abruptly, you shout before clenching your jaw and slamming back against the bed behind you.

“Y/N?! What’s happening, sweetheart? Talk to us.”

“B-Burns…burns!”

It felt like lava had replaced your blood as the heat coursed through your veins in your body from head to toe. Both demons held you down to the mattress as you continued to thrash about. 

“Steve. Eddie. Baby, make it stop. It hurts so much please. It hurts.”, you pleaded as tears fell down your face. 

Steve glanced at the other demon helplessly unsure of what to even do. 

“I don’t know how…I…Eddie what do we do? God damn it, Nancy!”

Your movements began to slow before suddenly stopping as your eyes closed and you panted hard like you had just run a marathon. The metalhead quickly hurried to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before sitting by your side. 

“Come on, pretty girl. I need you to drink this. It’s just water, baby, I promise.”, he cooed when you lazily shook your head. Your other demon placed himself behind you, allowing you to lean against him as he helped you sit up. “Good girl, Y/N. Good. Are you ok?”

“That hurt so bad. I don’t…I don’t even know what to compare it to.”, you cried as Eddie dried your tears with his thumb. “Did it work?”

Pausing for a moment, the demon in front of you changed the skin on his hand to that of his own and carefully continued to caress your face. 

“Holy shit.”, he breathed. “How does that feel? Does it hurt?”

“No…your skin feels…good.”

“Y-You feel good. Fuck. Steve, you have to feel this. Her skin is so soft. We’ve never felt human skin with our own before.”

Steve hesitates before changing his hand as well and running it along your jaw to your chin. 

“Wow.”, he whispers. As his fingers touch your lips, you pucker them out to place a gentle kiss along the tip and a low growl leaves his chest. “Sorry, I just… that felt amazing…”

Their eyes watch you unbutton your pants and push them to the floor along with your panties. 

“Y/N, we don’t have to do anything right now. Why don’t you rest and then—”

“Please, Steven.”, you beg in a small voice that has their cocks strain against their own pants. “I need you both now. I need to feel you here.”, you whimper as you guide his hand between your legs. 

Licking his lips, he pushes his middle finger between your folds, grunting loudly as you feel his mask falter.  

“Edward, baby, she’s so warm.”

Tugging on your legs, Eddie yanks you fully on to your back as they both slide down to your sides and kiss your neck while he guides two of his fingers against your clit applying pressure. 

“And wet.”

“Does it feel that much different?”, you inquire as their tongues run along your flesh fully tasting you.

“Yes.”, Eddie answered in a husky tone that had your pussy clenching. “The best way to describe—fuck—to describe it is like fucking someone raw for the first time.”

“It felt phenomenal before but raw, honey…we can feel everything…and now so will you.”

Traveling between your legs, they lifted them open as wide as they could as both demons fell into your cunt. Steve’s tongue devoured your entrance as Eddie wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves causing you to arch your back as you tried not to scream in pleasure. Their demon mouths clouded your senses as the room spun. Your fingers reached down to play with their hair as you mewled watching them occasionally stop to passionately kiss each other. 

“Change.”, you panted as they ramped you up towards your climax. “Be—mmm—be yourselves.”

They didn’t pause or hesitate this time as red light filled the room and they shifted into their true form. It was a different type of bliss to feel their real hands tightly grasp your thighs or their own skin from their chin or nose graze along your sex. To you it just felt like any other man’s skin instead of the sandpaper esc sharp it was before.  Because they could touch you so freely they were no longer holding back and you were already feeling overwhelmed with their fingers and tongues. You could only imagine the euphoric feeling of their cocks inside you. 

Your legs shook as you came and you watched them with blurry eyes as Eddie thrust his fingers inside of you elongating your high as both demon’s lips mingled together.

Steve panted as he climbed up your body and fell on top of you as he grinded his groin against your heat soaking his pants in your slick. 

“Are you still ok?”, he asks, his forehead pressed against yours. 

“More.”, you beg. “Please. More.”

The bed bounces as he jumps back and tears off his pants while Eddie helps you remove your shirt exposing your naked body before them. Leaning over you, his palms roam your tummy up to your tits, groaning as he kneads them while his thumb plays with your nipple.

You know this is new for them but every little move they make along your skin and frame drives you wild making your need for them amplify. 

“Demon way.” They both freeze in place as their eyes find your glassy ones. “Please.”

“No. I think… that would be too much for you in this state.”, Steve sighed, not even believing his own words. 

“You’re in demon form. True form. I want it YOUR way. I NEED it!”, you whine. You’re not sure if it was the pain of the potion or the potion itself making you feel something you had never felt before but it pushed you into a headspace you hadn’t entered in your entire life. 

When they fucked you the demon way before they said they like the idea of predator and prey; they liked making you theirs. Right now, you felt small in a good, needy way. You felt innocent and naïve, needing them to take care of you and claim you properly; as themselves. 

You felt like you could finally relinquish all your control.

Eddie’s hand came from the side and you mewled in pleasure as his fingers wrapped around your neck. 

“What you need to do is listen, little girl. We don’t want to hurt you. You may be stronger but you’re still human.”

“How will you know what hurts me if you don’t try.”

His partner glances his way with a smirk as Steve lifts your leg over his shoulder and gradually begins guiding his cock into your entrance. His jaw falls open as your back curves up, your hands reaching out to grip Eddie’s wrist that was still around your throat.

“How does she feel, Steven?” The demon doesn’t respond verbally, his palms taking hold of your hips to ground himself as he tries to start off slow. “I asked you something, sweetheart.”

When Eddie released you to grab Steve’s chin, the demon’s eyes opened glowing a bright red that didn’t faze the metalhead at all. 

“Get rid of the attitude, little boy, and answer my fucking question. How does she feel?”

“Good.”, he growled lower than you had ever heard before. “Can’t…”

“Can’t what? Focus on anything other than our girl? Well go ahead. Give her what she’s asking for.”

Using your leg as leverage, Steve slammed his hips into yours causing you and the bed to jostle forward. 

“Fuck! Yes, Steven. Just like that!”

In a haze of bliss, you watched his face scrunch together as he pounded into you, his cock reaching that spot inside you that had you a moaning mess. 

“What about you, pretty girl? How does he feel?”

“So good…I can feel—mmm—him everywhere.”

Eddie groaned as he roughly kisses your lips and you relished in his taste.

Shoving his partner aside, Steve pulls out and effortlessly flips you on to your stomach, pressing your legs together as he slides back in. He doesn’t hold back as his hips thrust aggressively into yours, not caring that the headboard was banging loudly against the wall or that the pillow underneath you was barely muffling your screams that echoed through the room. 

Falling flat against your back, your jaw opens in a silent moan as he ruts into you, wrapping his arms around your front, and placing his palm on one of your breasts.

“Fuck, baby. I’ve never felt anything like this before. You were perfect before but this… Always fucking surprising us.”, Steve grunts in your ear. “Your pussy is fucking tight and warm. I’m gonna—fuck—fill you up so Eddie can watch my cum spill out of this perfect pussy before he fucks her to.”

“Please.”

“That’s right, honey. Beg me.”

“Please, make me cum. I need to feel your cum inside of me, Steven. Oh my…”

As you spoke, he picked up his rhythm, abusing your walls and g-spot with every pump till you felt the rope snap in your belly and you screamed his name as your climax washed over you. 

“That’s a good girl. Good…fucking…girl.” Between each word, he slammed into you till he shudders and releases his seed into your body. 

As he collapsed on to you, you tilted your head as much as you could and were happily met with his lips as he tenderly kissed them before rolling to the side. Eddie suddenly flips you over with ease and grins when you jump as his fingers run between your sensitive pussy lips. 

“Oh yeah. I can feel how good this pussy made him feel. Big boy fucking emptied into you all the way, didn’t he?” Removing his hand, he runs it along your leg, lifting it into the air as he hooks his elbow to the back of your knee and places his other firmly on your tit, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Please.”

As he carefully slides himself into your sex, his forehead leans on to yours as his eyes squeeze shut and you watch him lick his lips before swallowing down a deep, breathy moan. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, he whispers. “Steven was right. Y-You feel so…”, Eddie trailed off as he began thrusting steadily into you. 

“Edward, please.”

Growling at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his fingers came down to rub fast circles into your clit as he punched his cock deeper into your cunt.

“H-Harder.”

“You want it harder, princess? Like this?”

Once again the bed shook roughly beneath you but you wanted more. You wanted to absorb everything that was them into you. Now, in this moment, since you could finally feel them with all of your senses as themselves, you knew you would do anything to make it like this forever. 

“Harder!”

You whine at the loss of contact as he pulls himself out of you but it doesn’t last long as he climbs fully on top of you and pins your wrists to the mattress above your head before entering your core again. 

“How’s this, pretty girl? Fuck! We’re going to break the bed tonight, little one.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Steve reached over to grip your throat and placed tender kisses along Eddie’s arms and shoulders. 

 Tears flooded your eyes as the ball dropped and you came hard around him. 

“Yes, baby! Good girl fucking soaking my dick.” His head fell between the nook of your neck and shoulder as he chased his high. After a few more rough thrusts, he warmed your insides as he filled you up. 

Not willing to wait, Steve pushed Eddie back just enough for his cock to fall from your hole and leaned below the demon’s waist to envelope him with his mouth. 

“Fuck.”, the metalhead hisses through his teeth as he winds his fingers through the demon’s hair. “Greedy boy. Wanted to taste her some more? Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not even close to being done.”

################

The sun briefly blinds your eyes as it peaks through the now slanted curtain on the window. After blinking out the sleep, you take a quick glance around the room smiling to yourself at the chaos you three inflected. The frame of the bed broke sometime after your fifth orgasm while they were both inside of you and the mattress itself migrated to the center of the room where you guys finally fell asleep. Both the side tables on either side of the bed had been knocked over due to both of your demon’s not paying attention as their arms reached out to maneuver you and themselves around the room. 

Your suitcases and clothes were spread around after falling from their designated areas as Eddie lifted Steve into his arms and made love to him against the wall while you watched from your blissed out spot on the floor. 

As you rested your head against the pillow, your grin grew when you saw both of them still in their demon forms fast asleep with Eddie’s head resting on Steve’s chest. Scooting closer to them, your fingers reached out to tenderly caress their faces.

You couldn’t help but imagine many moments like this for them when they were trapped; them clinging to each other desperately physically and emotionally. It made your heart break at the thought but you were glad they had each other. 

Eddie’s eyes opened first, meeting yours with a small smile.

“Hey princess. You okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. Better than.”

As you answer, your thumb traces his lips up to his cheek and he turns his head into the feeling with a pleasant sigh. 

“What does it feel like for you? Me being able to touch your skin?”

“It’s hard to put into words. As you know our kind don’t get to feel humans like this without the façade so it’s kind of like we had been touching with safety gloves. To actually feel your skin and not just any humans but yours, so soft and incredibly warm…it’s like—”

“Pure. Literal perfection.”, Steve cut in opening his eyes and turning towards you. “Hey.”

“Hi.”, you smile as you move your hand to his own face, grazing your fingertips along his horns. 

“Hmm that to. Demons in our realm don’t touch the things you touch like these. To feel that feels indescribable.”

“Really? I mean, these are all apart of you. I want to feel everything that is you.”

“What does it feel like for you?”, Eddie asked. 

“It feels…almost human. Your skin doesn’t feel jagged like it used to but it almost like someone sanded down the edges you know? Everything else on you tastes like electricity.” You can’t help but blush as they chuckle. “What I mean is like your tongue, your lips, body…just make me feel alive. You guys have always made me see stars when you make love to me but last night…I don’t know. It was like a drug. I didn’t want to stop or let you go. I love you both so much.”

“Well, I guess that answers that then.”, the long-haired demon teases. “We’re going to go get more of this potion.”

The ever present protector of the group exhales as he reaches above him for the information Jonathan gave them before they left. 

“At least we aren’t going somewhere super dangerous this time but I’m a little nervous about what we’ll need to do to get this.”

“Maybe we can find out some more information to prepare. We have time right? It’s not something we need right now.”

“Jonathan said it gave me six more months but he didn’t say how long me being able to touch you guys would last.”

They both laugh as Steve yanks you closer to his side. 

“I’m assume that means you enjoyed last night and want to do it again as soon as possible?”

Tilting your head, you tenderly kiss his lips before doing the same with Eddie. 

“I’d like to do it for the rest of our lives if we can.”

#################

@tlclick73 @tiannamortis @steeldaisies @goodhappyfriday @paleidiot @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes

@strangerthings64 @howlingco @eddiesguitarskills

@prettypeachsworld @nailbatanddungeon

[sleepnowmychild]

Ight hypnosers, let’s talk about it

Cw for talk of wet dreams and sex, also brief mentions of sexual trauma. Fair warning. But I’ve touched in nightmares so I think we should talk about the other well known kind of dreams too.

Wet dreams, that sexual shit. We all know what that is, and if you don’t you’re probably too young to be on the internet. A lot of the time, these dreams are purely just hormone induced, typically during puberty or if you’re trans, when you go on hormones and go through SECOND puberty (as a trans masc on T, believe me that shit hits you HARD at like months 3-7). But when Hypnos gets involved in these dreams it’s a reminder he isn’t just a gentle comforting being like he’s mostly portrayed as, but has a very much adult oriented side. This is a god who had male and female lovers, many kids of his own and was mainly worshiped in Ancient Greece, a very much sex everywhere time period. Seriously the amount of porn (gay porn to be exact) on Ancient Greek pottery is wild. And Roman coins too, there’s a bunch of them found.

So yeah, he’s got his gentle side, his more gloomy gothic side (nightmares, being the twin of death etc) and his “here have the kinkiest dream of your life” side. And there’s plenty of reasons why he’d send you a sexual dream to begin with. Helping you realise your sexuality, getting you to take notice of your pent up hormones, helping you realise you’re indeed attracted to that person you dreamed about, or alternatively that your NOT into them if you wake up thinking ‘ew, why them?’

And as for sexual trauma, sometimes those nightmares are simply PTSD, your own subconscious reacting to trauma. And sometimes like I said with the nightmares, it’s Hypnos telling you that you NEED to work through that trauma, to help you realise just how badly it’s hurting you subconsciously.

You can absolutely go to him for advice or help with these kinds of dreams, it’s within his domain so he absolutely won’t judge. He’s a god, he’s more knowledgeable and powerful than any of us will ever be, no god truly cares how much or how little mortals desire and act upon sexual urges (you know, unless it’s non consentual, you’ll get your ass kicked for that. ALWAYS get consent guys, and ALWAYS support victims).

Sex is still a stigmatised thing, despite the fact it’s literally how babies are made and completely natural. Even more stigmatised is queer and kinky sex/fantasies. So that societal pressure drilled into us from the moment we gain conciseness can make it feel like we can’t talk about it to anyone, even deities. Or that only deities directly linked to sex (e.g. Aphrodite and Eros) are the only acceptable ones to talk to. Get that idea out of your head ok? Because any deity will be open to talking about it, helping you with it etc. again, they’re deities. They couldn’t care less what us humans are into as long as it’s safe and consensual.

In fact, there’s a bit out there to suggest Eros and Hypnos were worshipped alongside each other. What is the bed used for other than sleeping? Exactly, sex. The bed is seen as a scarred place not only because it’s where you’re safe from the woes of the waking world, but because you invite people into it to perform acts that involve love and trust.

And what about if you’ve had a sexual dream WITH a deity in it? That’s probably a whole can of worms to be opened, I’m sure the godspousing people will probably be more of an expert on that than I am. Of course, it could just be your own subconscious, maybe you’ve got a bit of a crush on that deity (which is perfectly fine btw, unless they’re specifically a virgin deity who is all about staying celibate, then I’d raise an eyebrow). Or who knows? Maybe they’re trying to get something across to you. THAT is definitely something you’d want to talk about with them.

TLDR: Hypnos doesn’t care you have wet dreams, using your bed for sexual stuff etc. he’s absolutely ok with you talking to him about it, coming to him for help etc. don’t let the stigma around sex stop you from turning to him or any other deity for advice and guidance on your sexuality.

[duckprintspress]

On the Care and Maintenance of Writers

September is “Be Kind to Editors and Writers” Month. Earlier this month, we celebrated with a roundtable discussion with our editors, and now we’re back to share a roundtable chat we had with our authors!

The participants in this conversation are Sebastian Marie, Robin S. Blackwood, jumblejen, Max Jason Peterson, Lucy K.R., polls, boneturtle, Shannon, and Nina Waters.

1. What is your favorite self-care as a writer?

Sebastian Marie: My favorite self-care is going back and either a) reading through comments on something I really liked writing or b) rereading something I really liked writing.

Robin S. Blackwood: For me it’s revisiting inspirations. The books, films, music, that made me want to write, in the genres I write in…my inspirations vary from story to story but there’s some pretty strong ones present in all of them as I like to think I write out of love for the genre. And I do find I need “input” of stories or even music to “output” creative things of my own.

jumblejen: When things aren’t going well, I remind myself that while life is short, it’s also long. The inspiration will come ’round again. The words will flow. The story will go on. Recognizing that fallow periods are just as important as the productive ones has lowered my anxiety when I have a hard time writing. Especially in times of great stress and challenges, remembering this helps keep me from panicking.

Lucy K.R.: This is such a good reminder! I think often about how we as humans USED to be more in tune with the seasonality of production, as we were beholden to harvest times and seasonal ingredients, and I wonder if sometimes losing track of that has made it hard for us to recognize when our own internal soil needs to rest through a winter.

2. What kindnesses have others done for you to support your writing that you’ve appreciated?

polls: When I’m close to the deadline, I sit in front of the page for hours with little time for breaks, so something I appreciate a lot is when someone brings me snacks and coffee, or even breakfast after a long night of writing.

Nina Waters: Just…letting me write. Leaving me alone to do what I need to do. Also, comments are always extremely appreciated.

3. What’s an advice you’d like to give to people who want to support their writer friends?

polls: Volunteer as their rubber ducky! In programming, the concept of rubber duck debugging refers to talking out one’s problem to a rubber duck. For a writer, the best rubber ducky is a friend who will listen to them rant about their story. You don’t need to do much, in many cases the writer will clamber out of the plot hole by themself, although a strategically placed (yet honest) “yeah it makes sense!” can’t hurt

Nina Waters: This might be strange, but like, my advice is don’t offer to read their stuff unless you’re actually interested. I’ve had so many people go “oh, that sounds so cool! Where can I check it out?” and the like, and it’s hard not to notice when they then just…don’t check it out. I’d honestly far prefer that people just be honest. We writers know that not every story is for every reader, so support your writer friends with your honesty.

4. What’s a common misconception about being a writer that you’d like to correct?

boneturtle: One misconception about being a writer I’d like to correct is the idea that you have to be inherently talented to be a writer. This is just not true. People come to it with different backgrounds and skill levels, but ultimately writing is a craft that you can learn and improve with practice, not an inborn talent. What separates writers from non-writers is that writers write. That’s it. If you have a story you want to tell, and you’re willing to see it through from start to finish, then you’re a writer, too.

Shannon: I’m sure there’s someone out there who still thinks that writers are rich. The folks on the bestseller list are generally not bringing in millions unless they’re the very rare exceptions

Robin S. Blackwood: I think the biggest misconception is the idea that suffering is a key aspect of being a writer/will make you a better writer. From outside the community this idea can be very blatant, that you can only be a good writer if you’re miserable (especially if you write about bad things happening, some think you need to have lived through it), but from inside the community it, in my experience, tends to be take a different form – that you shouldn’t expect to ever have fun writing, if you have fun writing you’re not taking it seriously enough, if you like your own work you’re probably just not good enough to spot the flaws – the idea that if someone wrote a thing and thinks it’s good it’s probably awful and they’re childish and silly, because a real writer would hate every word of their own writing and be miserable about it all. Like, obviously writing isn’t easy and can be slow and difficult, and obviously editing your work and improving your work does involve noticing things that need improvement, you probably won’t develop as a writer if you think all your first drafts are flawless masterpieces, but at the end of the day….if you’re miserable throughout the process and hate the result maybe you should take a break or something, because it’s not meant to be like that?

boneturtle: I do want to say that on the flip side the writer you describe is still out there, because that’s me. I don’t think I’m more or less real because I hate everything I write, I just think of it as a handicap I have to work around to produce my work. Whether it’s meant to be that way or not isn’t really something for me to dwell on because that’s just how it is.

Robin S. Blackwood: That’s fair and I’m sorry you have that difficulty – as you say though it’s a thing some people struggle with, but it’s not like…something people should try and make themselves feel to be a real writer – I hope I didn’t come across as saying that writers who don’t like their work are bad writers, I know some great writers who don’t have a lot of confidence in their work and had no intention of saying any individual’s feelings about their work are wrong, it’s more when it becomes a widespread expectation in a community that this is the only right attitude to have I’ve found it can cause some issues

boneturtle: Absolutely, I agree with you 100%. Thinking that you’re more valid because you suffer is a pernicious stereotype in art. I just wanted to make sure that the perspective from the other side was also noted; there’s no shame in feeling that way. It’s just a thing that happens, unrelated to your merit.

[bloodyquillink-blog]

David “Hesh” Walker x mermaid!Reader Imagine

A/N🪶: I have work I need to do for my intro to graphic design class but David Walker is taking over my mind so I’m just gonna write a bunch of shit I’ve been thinking about. Use this for fics or art or whatever if you wanna! Let me know if you’d like to see more of this.

Okay, first and foremost, David x mermaid!Reader. There, I said it. You know this man would be so curious and gentle and sweet, wanting to learn more about the underwater life and maybe teach you some (good) things about his life on land like fruits and other foods. If you like salty fish, he’d probably try to bring a can of sardines or something. If you aren’t into fish—which is okay because this is reader and reader needs options— he’d try bringing fermented veggies like pickles with the brine and everything.

I think Hesh would want to see you try sweets and candies, but he’d also want to keep you away from unhealthy foods that might hurt your stomach. Plus, if anything happens to him and he can’t deliver you sweets, how will you get them? You need your snacks!

He’d try to practice holding his breath for long periods of time so he doesn’t have to worry about wasting oxygen tanks— and possibly risk exposing your existence. If you’re a “Little Mermaid” type mer-person or have gills (I say they’re in your neck), maybe you’d kiss him before he breaches the surface so he knows he can keep swimming with you.

Speaking of swimming, this man keeps flippers on him. Hesh wants to try to swim faster and keep up with you, of course, but even he needs a little help sometimes. If he ever forgets the flippers, you just take him by the hand, or better yet, you put your chest to his back and wrap your arms around him as you swim. More comfortable for both of you… plus you can definitely feel how fast his heart is beating being this close to you.

The first other human he introduces you to would def be Logan. I think both brothers are great swimmers and depending on the AU, Logan may need help being comfortable swimming again after almost drowning and getting crushed and hit with sonar with Keegan. Logan would also occasionally bring snacks and may even start fishing. I think he’d want to learn about the kinds of places you stay around and would want to try to help clean up some of the garbage and parts from destroyed ships and planes from the war definitely not because he thinks the parts would look cool as decoration.

Eventually, one of the other Ghosts would get curious and follow David to see where he’s going on all of his breaks. My guess would be Keegan or Kick as Merrick is too busy or doesn’t care as long as Hesh doesn’t get killed or kidnapped. Maybe both of them follow Hesh and see him sitting near the water on the docks. Right when they’re about to approach, you hoist yourself up. The two men can’t believe what they’re seeing. A fucking mermaid. What the hell kinda parallel universe did they stumble into (It’s an alternate universe, boys, get it right)?!

What’s even crazier is when they see Hesh hold your face in his hands and gently kiss your nose. Your smile, with a bunch of sharper-than-a-normal human teeth, shows. You both turn to look at them staring wide-eyed.

“This is what happens when you don’t mind your business.” Hesh says.

He introduces you and you simply wave at them. Later, when they try to explain what happened to Merrick, suddenly they have to get a psych evaluation and drug test. When they try to get Logan to help them explain, Logan just shrugs at Merrick. Hesh simply laughs to himself watching this happen. Though, his clothes are partially soaked. The “what if?” part of Merrick’s mind takes over more than he’d like to admit. It’s not until Hesh shows a photo of the two of you that Merrick decides to see you for himself.

Lo and behold, there you are. Colorful and cheery. No wonder Hesh has been so happy the past couple weeks. While you initially find Merrick to be scary, you warm up to him quickly.

And now Merrick has to apologize to Keegan and Kick for not believing them. All the while, you and Hesh watch the stars as you lay on the beach. Hesh uses every story of the constellations Logan and Elias have ever talked about, only having to discreetly search his phone once or twice.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed my daydreams.

[thewritingmagician2022]

The Tortured Poets Department (Taylor Swift) - Dateables Part 1

Okay, this album has been by far the hardest to do for the boys. Some of them jumped out at me really quickly but most of these took a lot of thinking and, when thinking failed, I turned to the vibes. A lot of these songs are dark, sad, or introspective which doesn’t lend itself so well to healthy, happy relationships - just as a warning. So here’s part 1 - TTPD the original 17 tracks. There will be a part 2 next week with the songs from the anthology.

Levi: TTPD

Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be 'Cause we're crazy

This song is a love song even though the person is also making fun of the person they were with, which just seems fitting. It really highlights how both people can be so completely not stable or develop codependency when you’re guided by strong feelings rather than logic. I think Levi is absolutely one of those people who, once he’s in love, is 100% dedicated to his partner and would lowkey be suicidal if that person ever left him. I’m sorry, I say it with love, but Levi absolute is capable of that toxicity. It’s part of his envy, you know? If he can’t have you, there’s no point to anything. I can also imagine MC telling him that they’re just two idiots in love, not some super important people with a modern day perfect love story so he can’t go around over romanticizing everything and getting swept up in the glamour of a relationship rather than the actual relationship itself. 

Lucifer: Fortnight

I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, I touched you I love you, it's ruining my life

The sound is what leads me to Lucifer’s choices most of the time and this song has the sound/vibes that fit the most for my vision of him. I also think Lucifer is so entirely not thrilled with loving MC; it was never his plan and he’s a lot more reluctant to acknowledge those feelings than some of the other dateables. He’s never struggled with separating friendship or sex from love but, with you, he gets caught up in it. It doesn’t take long, just your brief stint in the Devildom, to make a permanent mark on him and lead him into a love that can’t be ignored or forgotten. He loves you and it’s ruining his life to know that that love will have to end when either you leave or change your mind or die eventually. 

Diavolo: Down Bad

I'll build you a fort on some planet Where they can all understand it How dare you think it's romantic Leaving me safe and stranded

I see this song as MC post Diavolo after he breaks up with them. He’s the kind of person who will always want to put his partner first, even if that means breaking both of their hearts. He loves you more than anything else in this world so he will do anything to make sure you’re safe. Once it’s time for you to return home to human realm, he’s going to to let you go and wish you the best. There’s nothing you can say to him that will make him change his mind and let you stay, not when it’s so much safer and easier for you back there. He knows you can find a good life back home but you know that you’ll never be able to see the human realm the same way again after your adventure. How can you ever go back to normal after that kind of life and love? You can’t and you hate him for taking that away from you. You’d rather be damned and happy with him than safe at home; fuck everything else. 

Mammon: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

'Cause I knew too much, there was danger in the heat of my touch He saw forever, so he smashed it up, oh, oh My boy (My boy), only breaks his favorite toys, oh, oh

I love Mammon so much that it actually hurt a little to make this his song but I think it just fits him very well. The sound, the lyrics, the idea that a man can love you so much that he has to break your heart. Mammon loves you but Mammon also knows that he destroys everything he touches. He’s scummy and a cheat and thoughtless and selfish and the list goes on. He’s happy with you, happier than he’s ever been in his entire life, but he knows he’s only going to bring you down if you stick around. He does his best to do right and give you the world but it’s always hanging by a string, his sin keeping him one misstep away from losing it all. So he does the only thing he can for both of your sakes - he runs. He’d rather you hate him for leaving than hate him once you realize who he really is. 

Solomon: But Daddy I Love Him

Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned Screaming "But Daddy I love him!" I'm having his baby No, I'm not, but you should see your faces I'm telling him to floor it through the fences No, I'm not coming to my senses I know he's crazy but he's the one I want

The song sounds like Solomon to the very core. Something about this man makes me think feral country music just fits. Solomon is definitely considered a bit of a madman by anyone who knows him; you try being sane when you’ve lived for thousands of years and have the rest of eternity to go. We all know MC was warned up and down about the shady sorcerer but they ended up falling for him anyway. They don’t care about his past or reputation or mental stability and, honestly, the more people push against the union, the more compelling it is. Deep down, Solomon is a good man and he’s good for MC. They may be a chaotic pair but they love each other to death and have fun the whole while, just them against the world. 

Barbatos: Fresh Out the Slammer

And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake here

Finding one for Barbatos was a lot tougher than I expected honestly. The sound of the album fits with him but none of the songs were really sticking with me when I thought about him. This song was the closest I could get because it’s about Taylor serving her time (aka dating someone and suffering) and leaving to return to the person she really wants. I think of this as MC going through everything the brothers and Diavolo put them through, including dying, and how they’re so ready to move on from everything. MC has made a lot of mistakes and they would be afraid to make them with anyone else but with Barbatos there’s no worry about that because he knows everything and is always going to keep them on the right path. He’s there for them every time without fail, waiting for them to ‘come home’ and offering a safe place to land when everything goes wrong. 

Simeon: Guilty as Sin

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously

This song was the very first one to come to me and it was like a lightning strike. Like, hello? Simeon who spends all of his grappling with his less than platonic feelings towards MC. He keeps it sweet, keeps it chaste, keeps it clean but, in his head in the darkness of his room at night, his thoughts are anything but. MC is the only person who makes Simeon feel more like a man than an angel. He feels so so so guilty for the thoughts he has and even though he doesn’t act on them, he feels like he’s just as guilty as if he did because the thoughts are just so strong and never ending. Then we get to watch as he loses this internal struggle against himself and his upbringing until he’s right at MC’s feet, ready to receive whatever they’ll give him. He chooses them because surely nothing they offer him could ever truly be wrong. 

Satan: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

They shook their heads sayin', "God, help her" When I told 'em he's my man (I told 'em he's my man) But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger I can fix him, no, really, I can

Satan is great. He’s typically polite and studious and vaguely charming. However, no one can ever forget that he is made up of the darkest parts of Lucifer. To see Satan lose his temper and unleash is sin is to be in serious danger. That’s why the citizens are more terrified of this brother than they are of most of the others. There’s something so deeply disconcerting about a demon that seems so tame having such a wild and deadly side. When you get together with him, onlookers are holding their breath. They warn you about the risks, about how easy it can be to flip the switch in him once he’s passionate, but you’re not worried. You’ve spent all of your time in the Devildom navigating dangerous situations and even more dangerous demons who actually wanted you dead. You’re not afraid of Satan; you know you’re the only one who can tame him and, truly, he’s such a good boy it won’t be very hard work at all. 

Asmo: I Can Do it With a Broken Heart

All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "More" I was grinnin' like I'm winnin' I was hittin' my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart

This is possibly the most depressing song on the album lowkey. It’s so cheerful sounding and you can dance and sing your heart out but the lyrics make you want to cry. I think this song is so Asmo coded because we watch him perform for his fanclub and for strangers all the time. He always has to look his best, be charming, be flirty. He’s expected to be this wonderful ray of sunshine to everyone he meets and to never show a single flaw - that includes any negative feelings as well because, let’s be honest, emotions can be very ugly things to witness. So he keeps any anger or sadness or bitterness tucked carefully away where no one can see it. You won’t ever see Asmo fall apart in public. You won’t ever set it at all, actually, because Asmo can live through the worst things in the world and still come out a superstar on the other side and you don’t get there by letting anyone see you cry. 

Belphie: Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writin' a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance" 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

Belphie, Belphie, Belphie. I would’ve given him something lighter if I could have but, with the options I was offered, this song was truly the one that made the most sense. Taylor feels so incredibly betrayed and confused in this song; it’s less about wanting revenge or belittling the man behind it and more about getting some closure. MC doesn’t see it coming at all when Belphie goes in for the kill. To them, they have a wonderful friend (maybe something more), someone they’re doing their best to save, only to have that person turn right around and stab them in the back. It’s heartbreaking and trust shattering, and MC can’t help all of the questions running through their mind at the end about why Belphie is doing what he’s doing and, in the end, the why doesn’t matter as much anymore either - just that he was willing to commit such betrayal says everything they need to know. 

Beel: The Alchemy

Call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby, I'm the one to beat 'Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight thе alchemy?

Any song about Travis belongs to Beel simply because they are the same person. Let’s be honest, what else could I possibly have put with him? Three guesses what his song is for part two. Anyway, Beel is just here to love and be loved. The man has been struck by tragedy and kept his heart closed to any one but his family for a long time but then you come along and he starts to open up again. You have a bunch of other demons fighting for your time and attention but you know that Beel is the only one for you. There’s no point in pursuing anyone else or him trying to fight the growing feelings because you’re going to end up together regardless. It doesn’t matter how slow it moves or how many times one of you goes back and forth either - the alchemy is going to turn whatever relationship you have into gold and it’ll last. 

[ghoulangerlee]

handy link list of my writing (tumblr fic)

here's the tumblr fic to go with the AO3 post

untitled dewdrop/copia/cumulus rut fic E ruts/knotting/breeding/humiliation

Dew goes into rut during the tour; it backfires spectacularly

every breath, a second chance (one shot) gen Mountain/Phantom ; hurt/comfort healing fic

Phantom hums, somewhat nonsensically, reaches out with his other hand towards the edge of the bed, settles it palm upwards and wiggles his fingers in Mountain’s direction.   There’s a soft laugh, the shifting of the upholstered chair and then Mountain’s hand is in his, cradling it so gently. “I’m glad you’re doing okay,” he admits softly, brushing his thumb over the lines in Phantom’s palm, “Had me worried for a bit there, you were in so much pain.”

Cumulus smutty headcanons E

Cumulus/Swiss/Cirrus summoning headcanon Gen

untitled aetherrain smut E Aether/Rain ; non-human genitalia, rain is a shark ghoul

It’s…interesting, to see the different ways a water ghoul will manifest their appearance, because Aether has intimate knowledge of water ghoul anatomy and Rain’s is unlike anyone’s he’s ever seen.

untitled t4t rut fic E CopiaAether ; ruts/breeding/possessiveness

Aether doesn’t go into rut all too often; its just not something quintessence ghouls do usually—rut or heat, they’re not regular. Once or twice a year and sometimes, once or twice in a decade depending on the ghoul, on the circumstances.

untitled aetherrain M Aether/Rain ; biting a lot of biting and teeth, rain is a shark ghoul

Rain’s teeth are, arguably the most terrifying part of him—next to his eyes and the strange mimic voice he projects into Aether’s mind when he wants to be heard.

untitled swiss/aeon drabble in response to a post ; gen Swiss/Aeon ; first meetings and love at first sight

And well, that wasn’t really the problem, because, despite his nervousness, being the center of attention to thousands of people wasn’t the scary part of it all. It was meeting the pack.

untitled aetherrain first meeting drabble gen aetherrain ; first meeting, rain is a shark ghoul

A grin, sharp and predatory as he lifts his head, shrugging the blanket up higher onto his shoulders, a jumble of static flits through Aether’s mind for a moment, the touch of something soft and careful, asking for an invitation–and he lets it in, however foolish that may be.

silly ASMRtist!Dew drabble gen MountainDew ; Dew does ASMR

There’s a curling in his stomach and a prickle in his scalp as he listens, and then there’s another snap, another firm and somewhat exasperated command to look to the right now—and shit is this what people experience when they watch ASMR?

t4t copiaether smut E CopiaAether ; overstimulation

Prompt: “Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

untitled SwissAlps M Swiss/Mountain ; smut

Prompt: “Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately”

untitled raindrop E Rain/Dew ; biting and blood, predator rain

Prompt: spread your legs baby

untitled swissrora E Swiss/Aurora ; cunnilingus, masturbation

“Oh baby,” Aurora coos softly, her palms cupping Swiss’s flushed face, she’s standing above him, dragging the pad of her thumb gently across the apple of his cheek, “Are you in heat?”

mini two part copia/aether/dew homecoming drabble gen Copia/Aether/Dew ; homecoming

“They’re due back any moment now,” Sister Imperator says as she watches Aether clear the oak desk in Copia’s office, collecting and organizing various piles of paperwork as he goes. “Shouldn’t you be waiting for them?”

untitled Aeon/Swiss fic E Swiss/Aeon ; dinner distractions, magic use

Prompt: I wish you’d write a fic where someone gets a little distracted by someone else at dinner, but they have to keep it lowkey of course

kinktober day 7 E Swiss/Dew ; objectification, disinterest, cockwarming

Dew peers up at him over the edge of his phone, the light from the screen casting shadows across his face, “Gonna let the others see how you couldn’t wait to get something in you, huh?” He asks plainly—he doesn’t move, doesn’t put his hands on Swiss, just keeps them to himself, one with his phone the other one across the back of the couch.

untitled copiadew drabble gen Copia/Dew ; post tour discussions

Copia, as always, is sitting in a chair in front of a vanity mirror, a nicer one than some of the previous, carefully wiping his papal paint from his skin, “Last one,” he confirms after a long moment of silence, looking back at Dew through the mirror. “How does it feel?”

kinktober day 5 E Aurora/Swiss/Aeon ; double penetration and lingerie

Swiss has very specific needs and all of them can be satiated by being stuck between Aurora and Aeon.

kinktober day 3 E Copia/Dew ; blood and knife play

disconnected drabble about copia and small dick mountain E

untitled small dick mountain stuff E Cumulus/Mountain/Dew ; mean dew and nice cumulus

untitled big dick dew E (part 1) MountainDew ; Dew has a big dick and Mountain has a small dick

just the tip E (part 2) MountainDew ; big dick dew and small dick mountain once again

untitled copiadew smut E CopiaDew ; Copia humps Dew's leg while Dew is disinterested

untitled dom swiss fic M Swiss/Copia/Aeon ; Doms Swiss and Aeon, sub Copia

necropolis related drabble gen Copia/Ghouls ; Copia comes back right but Rain and Sunshine don't know how to cope

untitled swiss/aeon smut E Swiss/Aeon ; Swiss gets fucked and is a good boy

untitled swiss/aeon kiss prompt T Swiss/Aeon ; backstage kissing and some turbulent emotions

[aquanova99]

denali coven x sh scars

ty your blog is amazing

A/N: I refuse to make reader stay human so in my world while most scars fade with the venom the larger deeper scars and birthmarks carry over even as a vampire

Tanya

Is a natural fixer and also she’s not planning on losing anyone else so as uncomfortable as it may be to talk about it….you guys are talking about it

She’s mostly checking that you’re okay now and wouldnt do anything reckless to hurt yourself again

It’s going to sound like a lecture no matter how well internet ruined she may be

Probably has her guard up for years around you to make sure you’re safe and also to make sure you’re sticking around

When you ask her if they bother her she is shocked on how you came to that conclusion “No? Why would I care if they’re there or not? They just let know you may need more help sometimes.”

Irina

You’re comforting her

She wants to talk about it but she’s so emotional about them that it’s kind of hard to really open up fully

She does care really deeply about what hurt you so badly you had to resort to that but she feels so bad that she’s just crying

She cries harder when she realizes you thought she would turned off by it

Somehow you’re apologizing for bringing it up in the first place even though she’s telling you you have nothing to apologize for

Kate

Y’all are going to hate me for this

She’s not going to deal with it

In my world I think Kate has a lot of resentment for being turned but sticks it out because where else would she go

I think if you have been together awhile and she cares about you deeply she will just never bring it up

If she sees it early on when the two of you are getting to know eachother she’s going to walk away.

I think everyone has their own things they are going through and some people are willing to give up more of themselves for their partner but Kate is not in a headspace where she has any more to give and I think she’d rather save herself the heartache of possibly losing someone she’s grown to love

Carmen

She’s going to I think be a bit oblivious and just ask where those came from

When you tel her she’s going to pretend it didn’t shatter her heart to hear you say went through things

She’s going to ask if you’re feeling better and if you’re not how she can help

Thinks they are beautiful reminders of how much stronger you are than others and how much you’ve overcome

If your insecure about them she will probably ask if she try something and decorate your arm with beautiful flowers and vines intertwining with some of the scars

When you look at her artwork in awe (because let’s bffr she’s an amazing artist) she says “well now they look beautiful to both of us”

Eleazar

While you’re cuddling one day he noticed the scars when your sleeve lifted up

“Is this what I think it is?”

You are waiting for the ball to drop and nervously say yes

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shrug because truly you don’t know how deep you want to go down this rabbit hole

“Are you okay right now?”

You assure him that it was a long time again and you’d never do anything remotely close and he just nods and places a light kiss on your wrist where the scars begin and he changes the subject to something else

Never brings it up again. Not because he’s uncomfortable he will just let you open up that part of your life on your own time