#um. idk what this is but i need 2 bite him

[fear-is-truth]

JASON TODD’s arms are a masterpiece of brute strength, sculpted from years of training, from pulling himself up fire escapes to knocking out lowlifes with a single swing. his biceps are thick, round, stretching taut the armscye of his shirts, the fabric straining to contain him. his forearms are equally mesmerising—corded with sinew, the tendons twitching with each flex. there’s something almost obscene about the sheer size of them, before they gradually taper down to those calloused hands (and god, those hands. with veins that stand out like tiny rivers.)

you’ve lost count of how many times those same arms have caged you against his chest when he got you in a playful headlock, you struggling in vain (you never really tried too hard), laughing yourself silly. if he wanted, he could easily pin you down, hold you there until you begged him to let go—or begged him not to—and maybe that’s why it turns you on so much.

and now, as he’s leaning back on the couch, one arm slung over the backrest, in such a fashion that your mouth starts to water. so you lean in, the tip of your nose nuzzling the hard swell of his bicep before sinking your teeth in—just a teensy chomp. “what the f—” his head snap towards you, surprise and exasperation flashing in those green eyes. “i like them,” you smile at him sweetly, tracing your tongue along the tiny, crescent indentations that are starting to bloom pink. jason groans, tipping his head back against the couch. “you are so fucking weird.”

[luvhiromi]

emo boy! | choso

synopsis: fucking at the back of hot topic. Choso works at hot topic and you and your friends were shopping at the mall. inspired by Ayesha Erotica’s “Emo Boy”. fyi this is not complete yet idk if people are gonna like it so tell me if u want a part 2.

c/w: suggestive content and words, choso calls you sweetheart/sweets, muscle kink if u squint.

pairing: emo!choso x bimbo!reader

You and your friends, Jessica and Sarah, are on a mission to find dresses for your upcoming graduation at the mall. After hours of searching, you’ve diverted your attention to spending all your money on unnecessary cute and pretty clothes, needs for graduation long forgotten. Bags hanging on your forearms, you walk around the mall, giggling and gossiping with your friends. As you head toward the next shop, you spot a cute top in Hot Topic.

“Girlies, do you mind stopping by Hot Topic?” you ask abruptly, eyeing a cute top that would be perfect for the jeans you just bought. “Isn’t that top just the perfect match for my jeans?” you ask, directing your gaze toward the item. Your friends, who were walking, come to a halt and look in the direction you’re staring at.

“Hmmm, that’ll suit you for sure, babe,” Jessica, one of your closest friends, says, agreeing with you and nodding toward the store. “Let’s go inside; Hot Topic does have cute tops.” You and Sarah nod in agreement with Jessica’s suggestion and walk toward Hot Topic.

You go straight for the top you've been eyeing, but can't find your size. Looking around for assistance, you spot a worker helping another customer and approached him. You wait for him to finish before asking him for help.

As you wait, you watch the worker, admiring his striking appearance and build, especially his captivating back muscles. His long black hair is tied in a messy half-up ponytail. He’s using a “My Chemical Romance” merch and black jeans. You catch your breath and instinctively gulp, unable to tear your eyes away from someone so breathtakingly attractive. Biting your lips, you take him in once more, but suddenly he turns his back to you.

“Hi, can I help you find something?” he asked with a small smile on his face. I quickly shift my focus from his build to his face, which has prominent eye bags that make him look quite tired. Despite this, I can't deny that he’s still attractive. If I said he wasn’t hot, than I’d be lying. He raises his eyebrows, looking at you with confusion as to why you’re just standing there without answering.

“Ma’am?” You flinched slightly at his words, finally snapping out of your trance. “Right! Uh, I just need help finding my size.” A light blush creeps onto your cheeks as you realize you’ve been ogling him the whole time. He chuckles lightly at your reaction. “Let me see what we have in the back; I’ll be back shortly, sweetheart.” Your blush deepens at the nickname, seeing your reaction he changed his mind. “How about you come with me so it’s faster, yeah?” he asks, nodding toward the back of the shop.

“Huh? Are you sure I’m allowed?” you ask, confused by his suggestion. “Of course, sweets. It’ll just be a sec,” he replies with a reassuring smile. You nod, and he guides you toward the back. As you look around trying to find your friends, you realize they’re nowhere to be seen. Not letting it bother you, you continue to follow him. He opens the door to the back and motions for you to come inside.

“Um, are you really sure I’m allowed in there?” you ask, still somewhat skeptical. “Oh, sweetheart, you really have no clue?” He chuckles at your reaction when you look at him, puzzled by his words. “I saw you ogling me, so I thought you understood what I meant. Let me rephrase it for you, sweets.”

He leans closer and whispers softly, sending shivers down your spine, “Wanna fuck at the back of Hot Topic?” Your breath catches, and you blush furiously at his words. “What?” you manage to ask. He gently grabs your wrist and guides you toward the storage room.

and… the rest is history :) pt 2? 

a/n: i got this idea yesterday and wrote it today. don't know if u guys like it or not. if someone have made this before lemme know so i can give credits. thank ya!

[maxislvt]

Succubus Season

pairing(s): succubus! wanda maximoff x reader, brief natasha romanoff x reader

summary: Just when your life starts to come together, life throws another curve ball at you. Except this time it isn't a bully or a shitty English teacher. This curve ball is seven feet tall with horns and a lot of pent-up sexual energy.

warnings: jealousy, possessive thoughts/behavior, AMAB!Reader, dom!Wanda, sub!Reader, anal sex, anal fingering, prostate milking, overstimulation, cum eating, size kink (she's 7 feet tall)

a/n: Idk this is a tad self indulgent but it's Fine because it's sexy

Event Masterlist

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Adulthood came with many struggles. You made it through high school, your poor budgeting habits, and you're currently pushing your way through medical school. It wasn't easy, but your determination and pride got you through it. Now you were one step further into adulthood by owning a house. No more roommates or weird landlords. Just your own space with no one else in it.

However, you hit an unexpected bump in the road.

Moving in seemed harder than doing all the paperwork. At first, you blamed it on how far you were moving. Some of your friends were kind enough to drive anywhere from 2 to 15 hours to help you move. It was possible they were tired and didn't consider how strenuous moving was. Then things got a little bit odd. You couldn't leave a room unattended for more than half an hour without someone getting some sort of freak injury. Luckily it was nothing worse than little cuts or bruises.

Oddly, fixing up the garage proved to be the hardest part. Bucky got sent to the hospital over a spider bite. Steve's asthma suddenly kicked up — though part of that was his fault considering everyone told him it'd be a bad idea to clean a dusty room without an inhaler. A lot of them had been overcome with mysterious illnesses and your team was getting smaller and smaller.

Eventually, it was down to just you and Tony.

All that was left to do was fix your janky garage door and the god-awful cabinets. It should've been a simple job. Replacing a few doors and fixing up some gears. Unfortunately, it turned out to be nearly impossible.

"God, this stupid fucking drill." You grumbled while trying to loosen the screws holding the cabinet door together. Tool malfunctions were another thing hindering your progress. One toolbox to fix the whole house wasn't entirely effective, but the finicky handles and rather disagreeable drill bits weren't making it any better. "Son of a bitch, these cabinet doors are hideous anyways!" After another failed attempt at removing the screw, you slam the tool on the countertop with a frustrated grunt. You slammed it a bit too hard against the counter because the sound shook the whole garage.

The old gears in your garage door creaked and shook before suddenly turning to drop the door.

"Tony, look out!" You shouted before running over to catch the door. The metal door slammed down hard on your shoulder blades. "Ah, shit!" You hissed out. It took all your strength to push the door back up. "Fuck, are you okay?" You asked Tony while rubbing your bruising shoulder blades.

Tony stared up at the garage door before getting up. He anxiously cleared his throat. "Well, if that doesn't open my eyes to my old age, I don't know what will." His shaky hands smooth out his shirt before grabbing his tools. "Yeah kid, I think I'm gonna call it a day after that." An unusually shaky sigh fell from his lips as he hugged you.

You looked up at the garage door. It needed to be fixed, but nothing physical was worth the life of a friend. "Um..yeah you do that. I'll just fix it my-"

"Don't do that," Tony interrupted, knowing your history with home repair.

A grimace overtook your features, but you knew Tony was right. "Okay, I won't fix it myself. I'll try and find some company to do it." You patted Tony on the back. He wasn’t the most tan friend you had, but you'd never seen him so pale before. "We should get you a drink before letting you head home."

With that, you were down to just yourself.

Your shoulders were in too much pain for you to keep working so you called it a day. Eight o'clock was a bit early for you, but you were much too shaky to do anything else. After a quick shower and some pain cream on your shoulder blades, you called it a day. Pain and warm water turned out to be the perfect combination for sleep.

"Release me…"

You shot up and immediately looked around the room. No one else was in your room. You weren't sure if it was real, but there were goosebumps on your skin and the hairs on your neck wouldn't lay down. As scary as it was, you decided you must've left the TV on up front and ignored it.

The next morning you're a bit jarred but ready to spend the weekend cleaning.

You looked around the garage to see what you had left to do. The garage door was off-limits and you were beyond frustrated with the cabinets in there. Just when you thought it'd be a simple work day, you noticed a hatch on the roof. Odd, you don't remember there being an attic on the room list when you bought the house.

You shrugged and jumped up to bring down the step ladder. The creaking underneath your feet meant it was time for the wood to be replaced, but you decided to prioritize exploration. Which turned out not to be the best idea.

"What the fuck!?" The words slipped out before you could even think. You looked around the attic. Chalk lines drawn out to make a magical symbol that you weren't even going to pretend you understood. There were more symbols carved into the wall. In the middle of it all, there was a small table. You weren't crazy enough to step towards it but you could see a jar filled with some mysterious liquid surrounded by other magical trinkets you didn't want to touch. "...Well, I guess that's what I get for buying a three-bedroom house for less than 100,000," You whispered as you climbed down the ladder.

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Now that you were terrified of your garage, you decided to focus on the less haunted part of your house.

It was a pain in the ass to move furniture and boxes by yourself, but better than a bunch of mysterious dead friends. After about a month or so, you were finally satisfied with the state of your house. The once barren walls were now filled with photographs and pairings. Long gone was the feeling of emptiness. It was your space now.

"Let me out, detka, please."

Oh, and the space of whatever freaky demon that was occupying that jar in your attic. Ignoring it was becoming harder. What started as the occasional whisper in your sleep turned into uncomfortably realistic wet dreams and a lot of ruined underwear. Now you could feel it hovering over you.

Tonight was the worst of it. Sensual kisses along the column of your neck pulled you in and out of sleep. Its hands were abnormally adventurous too. A less sleep-deprived version of yourself would've questioned the kisses on your neck, but your lack of sleep had left you a tiny bit delusional. One particular rough kiss finally woke you up properly.

The pain made you jolt up. "Fuck, you're having fun with this." You whisper despite the fact you're not sure it was listening. Your sleep shorts are stained with precum and you're painfully erect. A heavy sigh fell from your lips. "God, I hope you don't turn out to be some evil murder demon." The walk to your garage felt incredibly long. Each step added to the knot in your stomach. It was a miracle you didn't vomit by the time you stood underneath the hatch.

Your body moved as if it weren't your own. Awkward and clunky, but desperate to reach a goal you weren't too keen on. Once the ladder dropped back down your fate was sealed. You climbed up into the attic and stumbled towards the table.

For a moment just looked at the jar. Then you started laughing. "God, I am losing my mind. What is this stuff anyways, some disgusting old jam?" You scuffed with unwarranted confidence as you opened the jar.

It was not jam. Nor was it jelly or some other kind of preserve.

It was a seven-foot-tall demon. She had tinted red skin and two sets of horns sticking out of her head. You could see serrated teeth and an uncomfortably long tongue behind plum lips. You couldn't see them since they were above your head and you weren't going to risk looking away from it, but you could tell that it had claws.

The only thing keeping you from screaming your head off was not wanting to deal with a noise complaint in the morning.

"So um, can you put in on rent or are you just gonna bum out in my attic?"

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Wanda lived on Earth for thousands of years and never had she met a human more determined than you were. At first, she blamed your disinterest on her demonic form, but not even her human form could take your eyes off whatever project had taken up your time. Your focus was admirable, but Wanda was starting to get hungry.

So she decided to be more upfront about her needs.

Today, the only thing between her and a proper meal was a book. One you'd been reading for nearly an hour, but it was easier to take your attention away from that than it was from work.

Wanda laid down on your stomach and looked up at you with the softest, most desperate eyes she could muster. "I know this might come off as too much, but I'm really hungry...I just need a little something to get me through the day." Her eyes carefully watched your facial expression. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips turned down.

"Oh, you must be starving."

Wanda was expecting a more sympathetic tone, but you said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You quickly marked your page in the book and laid it down on the coffee table. "Wait right here, I'll make you something good." Part of you felt like one of those evil landlords on Reddit. You were making her pay rent but she didn't feel comfortable eating. "I have some snacks in the cabinets if you're really hungry. Help yourself to whatever."

Her fingers twitch. It's not what she wanted, but she found herself tempted. "It's fine, I can wait," She whispered. Succubi shouldn't get nervous. Wanda's hands reached out and held your waist. The benefit of being a succubus is that Wanda knows you won't deny her. Her fingers slipped underneath your shirt just to feel the softness of your skin. "What are you cooking?"

The question confused Wanda. She'd never cared about a human beyond a desire to feed off of them, but you were different. She was desperate to know more about you. Wanda wanted you in a way that she'd never wanted a human before. Thoughts of jealousy began stirring in her heart. As her fingertips explored the softness of your skin.

It didn't take long for that desire to evolve into something more deviant. Wanda found herself hating the physical space between you and her. She found herself disappointed she couldn't be inside you. As adorable as human fragility was, she couldn't stand the fact she couldn't be closer. Wanda needed to be under your skin and next to your still-beating heart. A hoodie could only make up for that half the time.

It wouldn't be much longer before she'd have to feed from you. Only you.

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It was embarrassing to admit as a succubus, but Wanda had officially gone multiple months without feeding from anyone. To rub salt in the wound, the one person she wanted to feed from seemingly had no issue sleeping around.

You were always talking up some girl and brought a new one home every other week. That was bad enough on its own, but you were always kind enough to make them breakfast or wash their clothes before sending them off. And once they were gone, you were right back by Wanda's side like nothing happened. Like you didn't just manage to play with the feelings of a succubus and send her into a jealous spiral.

Your latest adventure seemed to get under her skin like no one else before. This mysterious redhead had done quite a number on you. Dark red and purple bruises littered your neck and shoulders and you could barely stand upright. If you hadn't bashfully shooed her away, Wanda wouldn't have had a problem helping. Of course, your little fling was there to save the day.

"I didn't think you'd be able to walk after all that," The woman said with an amused tone. She sauntered up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. Her chin rested on top of your head. "You sure you don't want me to finish those up for you? I'm a little worried you're gonna collapse on me."

You squirmed in Natasha's grasp as her fingers traced along the top of your waistband. "Y-yeah, it's fine Natasha. Just go watch TV or something…" The blush on your face is almost hot enough to cook the eggs. You don't even remember the last time someone made you this bashful. It was new. "I appreciate your offer though," You mumbled, unsure how to carry on the conversation.

"You're still shy even after last night?" Natasha asked teasingly. Her fingertips slipped into your boxers but didn't move much further past the waistband. She pushed her hips against your ass just enough for you to feel the pressure. "I think I like being right here, just like this." She whispered into your ear. Her eyes looked off to the side with a knowing smirk.

The whole scene made Wanda sick with jealousy. Her stomach churned every time you laughed at one of Natasha's jokes. Succubus couldn't throw up, but she. would've already. You were hers even if you didn't know it yet.

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You felt like you were going mad.

It was getting harder to suppress your attraction to Wanda. You wish you could blame it on her interest in human clothes or all the cuddling, but neither of those was the problem. It was all your perverted tendencies. Every time Wanda crossed your mind it was always something sexual. These thoughts weren't brief either. Once you started one of your sick little fantasies, it was hard to stop. You were washing 20 pairs of underwear a week with how much precum you were leaving.

Your growing relationship with the demon only made things more complicated. Wanda seemed to become more physically affectionate by the day. Her human form was cute but it was her natural form that seemed to be giving you the most trouble. The shock of meeting a demon for the first time had worn off and you began to notice the small details. If your dick would appreciate them as well.

The only thing it seemed to care about was how big Wanda was. Especially when she was using you as her body pillow. The softness of her breast pressed against your chest and it was driving you mad. You were so focused on not getting a boner that you completely drowned out the noise from the movie.

As fun as watching you squirm and wiggle, Wanda had waited long enough.

She sat up on your lap, straddling your hips with her thighs. Wanda's hand slipped underneath your shirt to keep you pinned to the couch. Her claws lightly scratched at the sensitive skin. "It's cute you think I can't tell how turned on you are right now." A satisfied chuckle escaped her lips as you sucked your breath. "Don't think I haven't heard all those nasty little thoughts in your heads."

Your eyes followed Wanda's fingers nervously. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me!" She toyed with the hem of your shorts. You were at a loss for words. It wasn't like you could deny your feelings with your dick hard as a rock. “I know we’re like roommates, but we don’t have to do anything!” Embarrassment wasn't good enough to describe how you were feeling. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Wanda ripped off your shorts in one swift motion. “Oh detka, I want to be something more than just roommates.” Her long tongue licked the precum oozing from your neglected tip. It left a savory taste in her mouth that she couldn't help but enjoy. “God you don’t know how hard it was to live knowing you were wasting this stuff on girls who couldn’t make you feel half as good as I do.” Her free hand massaged your balls as she took your length inside her mouth. They weren’t as full as she would’ve liked them to be, but Wanda knew she would have access to them whenever she wanted them. Self-control was quickly flying out the window. Her hunger was starting to take over and she no longer had it in her to go slow for your sake. Wanda needed your cum and she needed a lot of it. “Do you know the best part of having sex with a succubus?”

The pleasure alone had your head spinning. “W-what?” It wasn’t a response to her question, but rather a moment of shock at Wanda’s confession. You weren’t well versed in the land of demons, but you didn’t think Wanda was anything like that. Was she gonna eat you? Maybe you should’ve asked more questions rather than worrying about her paying rent.

Her hand wrapped around your dick and began stroking slowly. She leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “I know exactly how to fuck you senseless.” Wanda hooked your legs over her shoulders. This time, Wanda's tongue went straight for your asshole. She watched your eyes roll to the back of your head with a satisfied smirk. No one's ever fucked you this way. It's almost impossible for her tongue fuck you the way she'd like but your whining makes up for it.

You're a mess. It felt like your insides were melting, but you were too overstimulated to even consider pushing back. You were usually the one on top and doing all the teasing. Now it was near impossible for you to speak without moaning and stumbling over your own words. "F-fuck, I'm close. Please don't stop, I'm gonna cum!" Your hands grabbed Wanda by her horns and pulled her closer to your ass.

Wanda hummed against you. You looked so cute when you were desperate to cum. She pushed your shirt up to your chest and signaled for you to hold it up. Of course, you do it without question. That mindless obedience would get you far. Wanda's tongue pressed down against your prostate. Milking you was a bit much for your first time doing anal, but Wanda wasn't going to hold back.

You couldn't even speak. It was just a string of desperate moans in place of words. The knot in your stomach bubbled up and snapped suddenly. Cum shot out of you in sticky, hot ropes. Your orgasm was almost never ending. Every time you thought it was over, she'd keep pushing you.

Wanda kept milking you until you'd gone soft. Her tongue slipped out of your hole. She wasted no time licking up the cum dripping down your chest and stomach. A deep, guttural moan escaped her lips at the taste of your cum. Her eyes glowed a deep red for a brief second. Wanda looked into your eyes and smirked. "I never want to see you with anyone else. Got it?"

You looked into her eyes and suddenly felt so tired. It was like a trance. There were a lot of questions going through your mind but you were too weak to ask any of them. "Got it." Was the only thing you could manage to say.

Wanda affectionately scratched your head. You were like a pet to her. "Let's get you cleaned up," She kissed your cheek before lifting you up and taking you to your bedroom.

You were grateful for her immense strength and gentleness. There was no way you'd be able to walk all the way to your room after that. You only vaguely heard Wanda's request that you not fall asleep while she prepared a bath for you. As tired as you were, there was something subconsciously urging you to stay awake as she requested. You rolled over slowly when Wanda returned from the bathroom. "Are you like…in my head forever now?" You asked sleepily.

Your question caught Wanda off guard. She didn't answer your question at first. Instead, she rolled you onto your stomach. It was only then that she had the answer to your question. "It appears so." She said calmly. Her fingers traced the tattoo now permanently etched into your skin. "Don't worry, I'll be kind to you..if you behave."

[deceit-and-knowledge]

ooc: idk if umbrella anon was asking for them to be vampires or if they want their jam samples. If this is written absolutely brain-dead refer to main blog 2-3 hours ago from posting this 😭 (I MEAN- LOOK AT WHAT THIS BLOG IS ABOUT)

s: ugh.. *holding his bleeding hand*

Pure vanilla cookieee~~ I need medical care *dramatically faints into his arms, hurt hand pressed to his forehead like some fucking diva*

pv: huh- oh bluebird what happened to your hand..

s: nothing~ I was sewing something for the recluse..annd the needle slipped!

pv: hm.. alright.. *sits shadow milk on the floor and kneels down next to him*

s: I could heal myself butttt you're better.

pv: you're stronger than me..

s: well...

You know why I'd want you to do it.. I know I can heal myself..

pv: ...

s: ......

I WANT YOUR ATTENTION DAMNIT!..

ugh....

pv: aww shadow milk cookie.. *gently strokes his head then takes the injured hand*

....

Mm..

s: what's wr-

pv: nothing! I'm alright haha..

*looking at the jam with his slit eyes*

....

...no..i can't why do I have such a strong ur- ...

....m..mph..

.....

........

... shadow....milk cookie..

would.. you......mind if I.. um.. *mumbling*

s: what ever you're yapping about just do it!

pv: .......

*takes shadow milk's hand and puts it to his mouth, licking and drinking his jam, whilst biting the wound to let more jam seep out*

s: ....!?

.... *Notices how uncomfortable and embarrassed pv looks*

....hey..sunshine.. *gently caresses pvs cheek* what's wrong..?

pv: ....y...y'know how anons were saying.... I might be a vampiric..

I... I have such an...intense craving for jam... I'm so sorry...

s: heyy don't apologise! And don't cry-..

pv: I... I just feel like a mess today I'm sorry... I'm..really emotional...

I'm so sorry for biting you..

s: hey hey no it's alright~. You want jam, I can provide! Now eat up! It's good to see you have something go to your stomach even if it's my jam.

pv: *reluctantly returns to drinking*

s: there there..

pv: ....*licking the wound* ...

This...feels wr-

s: this isn't wrong. Anyone who thinks it is can burn up in the oven along with those PATHETIC witches.

its alright .. drink up.

pv: ....

...okay..

s: there you go! I must taste good!

pv: y-you..do..

*stops drinking and quickly/frantically patches shadow milk up before hurrying off to his room*

s: ....

Huh...

Welp! Geuss I accidentally created myself a vampire boyfriend..!. Whoops!....

[undermine-the-instinct]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 (Then I Intend)

Sesshoumaru x Reader {PART 2 OF Part III}

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Summary: The Lord Daiyokai often shuts you up in an inn, every few days of the month, for the demons that are attracted to your bloodscent. It is one of the few graces he allows. You would think its for your safety, and truly it is. Because not only do you seem to forget that he is a demon, but also a man.

Rumors of a bloodhungry demon arise, one that prowls the edges of this ghost town, devouring its residents under the shroud of moonless nights; Of which steadily approaches. Under the dark viel of a new moon, all desires will be brought to light.

Content warnings: Smut, some lemon if you will, pvp, I dont go into a lot of detail but female genitalia ya, mysogynistic language towards reader, A bit of intimidation/domineering(??) kind of behavior from Sesshoumaru, IDK if that would trigger anyone but he does get kind of murder-y vibes, (not towards reader).

A.N: This is part 2 to part three of this story! Part one will be linked accordingly~

Length: 11.9K

You say my name and I want to knit my bones into your bones, smooth away the boundaries of our heartbeats.

It's late in the afternoon when you come to.

There's something wrong with you. Not wrong enough to worry alarm, but wrong enough for the hum in his gums to buzz to an ache. 

Your spare moments of lucidity were fevered and dizzy. You drank whatever he gave and ate from his hand, pawing at his arm and chest with soft, weak sounds that made him wonder what sounds you’d make if he just decided to push back the covers and sheets, and soothe where you’re aching. It's not as if he doesn't know how to soothe you.

Static rose and sparked harmlessly when you touched him then, and he takes note of it with more than a hint of concern.

It's neither rare nor common to find a human with some ability, whether that be spiritual or otherwise. It’s just your luck that you're one of them. It's just his luck that he came across you, treasure that you are.

But you're awake now, and he must look after you. You sit up, wiping the crust out your eyes.

“Rin is resting in her room,” he tells you. “Jaken has left the inn for an errand, and has not returned.” Despite the time, and his patience. Something must have held him up.

“So you just let me sleep all day?” You yawn, your jaw cracks. His hand comes to your forehead and you jolt–another hint of static bolstering his suspicions. Your fever is lowered, and your jaw isn't tense with the pain of discomfort. Good.

You smell like late spring–green and sweet and full. Sunlight. His scent is on you as well, but it's superficial. He needs you to be coated in it. Smothered.

A mating mark would do that. Hormones, pheromones- they are in everything. And the mating gland found within the neck is crucial for the mating bond. He’d have to see where yours is, your glands don't seem to be so close to the surface, even with them being tender and swollen now from your heat when he felt over your skin. He just needs to find them, bite down–He’ll try not to be too savage.

He’s going to do it. Not now- he wouldn't want to do it in such a decrepit place. His manor, assuredly, would be ideal. And of course, it would be when you weren't in a heat. You’ll need to be more clear headed, and he doesn't need a pseudo-rut, this cloud of want and lust influencing his demeanor. Strictly, now, he’s only going to offer you what you need. That's all.

A test for his patience and discipline, if there was ever one.

He’ll ease the pain and lick away the blood, afterwards, you’ll have the time. He’ll wipe your tears. And you’ll mark him too, of course. You’ll need to bite hard, your teeth are blunt, smaller. He’ll need to show you where, how-

You’re talking. They said something. Listen. “Sleeping for so long always gives me weird dreams, you know that?”

“Such as?” He reaches for a plate he has at the ready, cut fruit, ume and pear. He doesn't want to give you something too heavy, yet.

“...It was a storm, but the rain was falling upwards. I was on A-un, I was going…somewhere. Blood…flowers. Fire. ” You shake your head. “I only remember bits and pieces.”

“Sounds nonsensical.” Or an omen, if one is superstitious. He presses a slice to the seam of your mouth. You mumble as you take it.

“You were there too, in your demonic form though.”

This, he pauses. “You've never seen me in that form.” He’s taken great pains to ensure that you haven't. 

You grin. “Yeah, so when are you going to show me?” 

“Shut up.” He presses another slice to your lips to shut you up before you start. You laugh.

“Hey, are you alright? Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Your hair is pulled back. And the white part of your eyes are pinkish now.” You reach out as if to brush away a stray hair from his forehead. “Are you alright? Did you get so mad you popped a vessel?”

He can't help it–this close, he might as well be tasting you on his tongue, in the back of his throat. His lip curls as a low sound escapes; You freeze, before moving back.

“Um, too close? Sorry…”

Not close enough. He clicks his tongue. “Just eat.”

“Okay. Feed me?”

You're happy with just the fruit, you glutton. But he acquired it for you, didn't he? He watches you eat. Presses each cut of fruit past your lips, teeth. There's something particularly thrilling about imagining your smaller canines, sinking into the flesh of his neck instead. You’d have to bite hard–your teeth are much more blunt and he needs to make sure the mark is deep enough. The rivulets of blood that would escape, run down–He finds himself leaning forward into your space, and has to draw himself back. 

He’s noticing though, the way you hold yourself, and the puzzled way you look when you think he can't see you as he looks away, as he feeds you, as you allow him. Your fingers shake before you curl them into fists and it taints your rich honey scent with worry, murky and thick. He knows it has more to do than with the way you moved from him.

“What is wrong?”

A sigh, a hiss from your teeth. “I feel hot. And…jittery.”

“...Are these symptoms familiar?” Here, you pause. But you try to shake off the gooseflesh he sees rise on your skin.

“It's…probably something with my diet, or messed up hormones, or maybe because I'm not used to so much leisure-”

“And the sparks? They've been happening more frequently as you slept.” H offers you another slice. “And there is a storm soon to break. You always get tense when they come around.”

“You think there's something up with that?” You remove the covers and crawl over to his side. He tries to ignore the curve of your spine, or the way you look up at him doing so.

You bite half of the slice he offers you, covering your mouth and pushing the other half towards him. He takes it as you chew over your thoughts.

“So, what are you saying? We kinda-uh, there was a spark last night too, when you touched me.”

“So try it again.” 

“Uh, Okay?” Hesitant, you look at him, and reach for his arm. He looks at you, and you take that as permission to lay your hand flat there.

Immediately, there's a spark, and you jolt your hands away.

“Ow?! There is something up with that?! What was that?”

“Try that again.” He holds up his hand as you look down at your own in alarmed confusion.

“Try it again, this time.”

“I don't know man…” You reach with a finger this time. He urges you and you poke the heart of his palm.

Before you touch him, he lets just a hint of youkai energy seep past the lines of his palm. As soon as you touch, there's a tiny spark of light, a crack!

You fall back with a cry, and immediately he’s on top you.

“Are you burned? Hurt? Where?”

“What? No! No, I'm fine,” you sit up and try to push him back, but your hands are shaking harder now, and so too are your shoulders. He leans against your force, ready to fall into you. Your hand curls against his collar.

“...Okay, okay, really. What is this? What the hell is going on? Sesshoumaru?”

“...” 

Oh, dear. You look at him, with your eyes wet and wide and confused, and it doesn't do anything but pluck the heartstring known as W A N T in his chest. A low growl builds in his diaphragm; He wants to speak in his own language, console you, cajole, entice, warm. But you wouldn't understand him.

Connections beyond words are made when a pair is made through mating. Would you understand him then? He wants you to. You need to.

He takes a breath, for calm. He's getting out of hand. His intentions aren't good, they hardly ever are, but they aren't meant to cause you distress. Your tears are pretty. But he’d prefer them in a different context.

“It's fine.” He pulls you up, and takes your hands in his own, to help the trembling. 

“There are humans with abilities not unlike youkai. That's what this could be.”

“What…? How, why-”

“A series of factors. These abilities are more often present in half bloods, or monks, priestesses. You're one of the rare outliers, it seems. Has this ever happened before?”

“...I guess? I always get sleepy and have weird dreams around this sort of time. You know I get jittery during storms too, so to have both at the same time is just, kinda rattling me up a bit,” you laugh, weakly. “Jaken and Rin could probably tell you more about it.” Since they're the ones who are closest to you in this time.

He should have slotted himself closer to you much, much sooner.

“If it's around the time of your cycle it could be an imbalance of energy. More than simply nerves, you could be responding to or be affected by the storm-which is why you're so rattled now.” He presses your hands down into your lap, better looks you in the eyes.

“Though there's limited ways to prove such.”

“Forget about proving, I just want to stop the shaking. This always happens,” you sigh, washing warm breath into the space between you. Fruit and honey and hot.

“You got a remedy for that?”

“...Stabilizing will help. But first we need to know what the disruption is. The storm will worsen, if you react to that then I can test your energy to see if it is in fact a reaction or response. There is a difference between the two.”

“So if it's not the storm, then…?”

“Then it's your cycle.”

“So is there nothing you can do now to help? How would we even ‘stabilize’ this?” You gesture with your trapped fingers.

Something in his jaw ticks. “Drain the energy, have it expelled. Or, we introduce a foreign element. Your energy would either fight it off, depending on dose, or succumb to it.”

“So like a vaccine then?”

“...?”

“It's, uh, a medicine thing, for really bad diseases and stuff. Introduce a dead version of the virus or whatever and inject it so the body can safely fight it off and build immunity. Some, like measles you only take once. For the flu you need one every season as the virus builds its own immunity and evolves.”

“If that's the connection you can make, then in a sense, yes. This could also just be a one time occurrence. You can't build ‘immunity’ though- not here.”

“What, wait why not?”

_________

Rin combs the brush through A-un’s mane– He closes his eyes in bliss as she works. She's more petting than anything.

You've been busy sleeping, and Jaken is gone doing who knows what. It's not like she can't stand being on her own for a while, but she doesn't want to. And the Lord is kind of antsy right now…

Even if he’s enjoying all the extra sleep, staying cooped up isn't good for anyone, so Rin took off A-un’s muzzles and led him to a relatively clear part of the forest floor, not too deep within the trees, the inn still in sight. 

“-and he told me that alphas and omegas are together to make babies, but most people are betas so they too can have babies.” She’s careful with a particular snag. “So I don't know what he meant by that.” He snorts. Talking to A-un is easy–and maybe it's because he can't speak back. He could react and reply, he had his own feelings and thoughts, but Rin took comfort in the fact that if he was judging her, he couldn't verbalize it.

“And he said demons, so does that mean you too? Which one are you? I’m an omega, so I'm supposed to smell sweet. What do I smell like?” He snorts again in answer, eyes still closed, and Rin hums.

“I wanted to ask him, but I didn't want to be rude. If that is rude. What if I smell bad and he just never said anything? That would be soooo embarrassing.” She picks the stray hairs out the comb, rolling it into a ball.

“They didn't know that they're Omega too. I think he's going to tell them all the stuff when they wake up–I think he should. They already like each other.” She rolls her eyes.

There's always been some kind of tension between you two, she's noticed it since she joined, and there always has been one looking at the other. 

Maybe now you can be together and get married and maybe she can have siblings again like she used to. It would be nice to be a big sister. Would they have white hair? Would they have pointed ears, or fuzzy dog ears, or a long fluffy tail like Lord Sesshoumaru’s?! They wouldn't look anything like her, that's for sure. Nothing like the familiar faces she once knew.

Suddenly, violently, comes the twist of shame, guilt. She gasps, sits up ramrod straight and tries to breathe through the tightness, like she does after a nightmare, like you’ve told her to.

Count the breaths. In. Hold. Release-slow. In. Hold. Release. Again.

There's no replacing what’s been lost. You can only make the best of what you have now, and hope for the best. You always tell her things like that, and when Jaken and A-un’s eyes become too eerie, when she sees the glint of fangs when her lord speaks and her old scars ache–she goes to you. You're soft and warm in a way that is intrinsically familiar. 

She loves it here. She’s not lonely anymore. She’s safe from the dogs and their glinted fangs.

She just hopes nothing bad ever happens to separate this little group.

Suddenly, A-un straightens, and his heads turns towards the trees. But Rin doesn't see anything, and reaches to pat his neck.

“What's wrong buddy? Did you hear a rabbit?” He doesn't pay her any mind, and instead stands to his full height.

“Hey, that's-” That's when she hears the rustle, and she too turns in time to look- and she meets a pair of eyes. 

Her heart stutters, suddenly cold.

It's only for around a half second, before the dark blur races through the trees.

A-un’s snout wrinkles into a snarl as he takes stance, head lowered and pupils pinpricks. The comb feels unnatural in her hands as he growls, harsh and guttural. 

“A-un, what’s–” but before she could finish her sentence he barks loud, once, and bounds into the trees.

“Wait-!” She’s tugged along a few feet before the reins in her hand are ripped away and she nearly tumbles. The momentum pulls her forward, before she rolls-stumbles into a stop, leaning against the tree. A-un doesn't notice, or care, as he goes after whatever that thing was.

Her heartbeat is so loud in her ears, almost louder than the panic.

She wasn't even supposed to let him out! If you or Lord Sesshoumaru finds out she let him out, and that now he’s running around without his muzzles they’d kill her.

“A-un! Come back! It was just an animal!” It's easy to follow the trampled shrubs he left in his wake, and she runs, hesitantly looking back as the inn gets smaller and smaller in view.

“Both of us weren't supposed to be out here, come bac-!!” Her foot slips on empty air, and she goes tumbling down with a squeal.

“...Ow…” When she looks up, she has a scraped knee, and she's half in a hole-no, tunnel, dug in a hill. As she smooths her hands along to get her footing, the walls are smooth and packed.

It’s really small though. Barely bigger than something you could fit, maybe, if you crouched low. It is roomy enough for her though.

She hesitates for a moment– A-un, and the inn…but childish curiosity wins out, and she enters the tunnel.

She pulls out a gift you gave her, a Flash-light. You told her to use it sparingly, because the batt-ery would die and couldn't be replaced. For a tiny thing, it has a lot of power, and lights up the tunnel with ease. It's deeper than she thought, and she gasps in delight.

It's cool and dark, and she sees other tunnel openings as she runs along, but she just stays straight, dipping down for a while before sharply going up.

It's not too long, and she has to climb, putting the light in her mouth to use her hands. It gets dusty soon, and she covers her mouth and nose with the collar of her kimono. Her light flashes against metal, and up ahead she sees a door.

Thrill, then hesitance. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…

But it's too late for that. So she goes up to the door, and tries the handle. It turns.

__________   

“The foreign element introduced would be my own youkai energy. ‘Energy’ doesn't work on the same level as our biological functions, they can only influence and be influenced by. I don't seek you harm, so there won't be anything to fight off.”

And that felt like something he did not mean to confess, so he just keeps talking so you don't dwell too much on it. “It is strong, so against your force, you'd most likely succumb. A definite ‘cure.’” He takes definite care not to look at your face. Instead, your hands, small in his own.

Human scent glands are smaller, not so close to the surface. He has to search for them, and, there. Tense under the soft flesh, he presses his thumb in circles into the soft part of your wrist. You squirm, but sigh as the initial discomfort fades.

“The issue could be solved either way. Energy can be taken in by simply being near one another, though that method takes the longest. The most effective method would be through ingestion.”

“Ingesting…what?”

“Something holding your energy. I'd need a taste of your blood to know what I'm addressing. But I'd give you my blood after, this is the most potent method.”

You hum, a lilt...pretty thing. “So energy is in…bodily fluids?”

A nod. “Which is why yours is out of balance from your bleeding. It should be stabilizing, but again, the storm.”

“So is that why you've been kissing me like that?”

“...Like what?”

“You like to use tongue. Messy.” You huff. “And you don't come up for air as often as I need you to. Is it to stabilize my energy?”

…He didn't think of it like that. Perhaps he realized earlier on a subconscious level. But- “I do it because I want to.”

“That's it?”

“What other reason could there be? I wasn’t doing it for your health then-” Mistake. Because your eyes alight with that teasing joy you so often encompass.

“But you could. We could. So why not?’’

“Do you know how long it would take to transfer my energy to you via saliva? You’d be better off if I decided to couple with you instead.” And you move closer, grinning.

Sesshoumaru just focuses on smoothing his fingers, and his own scent gland over yours, smoothing up the soft flesh of your inner arm in slow circles, thoroughly. Not the way your mouth curls to a smile, not remembering the taste of them, not the honeyrich floral scent of you thickened, blooming with the smell of lust, the slick he can scent between your thighs. 

Sesshoumaru focuses on his motions, and keeping his breathing light and under control. 

But you’re, of course, not satisfied with that. Your eyes are alight in a simple joy. 

“If, in an autumn field, a hundred flowers can untie their streamers, may I not also openly frolic, as fearless of blame?”

“We are playing this game now,” his voice, colored in mirth. Unfamiliar for its rarity. 

“The Dyer’s River Should one cross, Then what do you expect? Getting stained with passion, Of course.”

You grin. “Undisturbed, my garden fills with summer growth– How I wish for one who would push the deep grass aside.”

“I can do that.”

“Oh? Do what?”

“Fuck you.” There's a switch in your expression, alert, listening. This is where he tests boundaries.

No, he is not infallible. But he is close. You are the margin of error, chance, and you need to know it.

So he allows this tension and this pause, lets you know he means what he says.

“How long have you wanted to?”

“...A while now.”

“Before Rin?”

“Well before.”

You take his wrist this time, simply holding it as he smooths his thumb across your collarbone. “...You should have said something.”

“That would have been beneath me.”

“To what, admit your feelings? So you waited until I reciprocated so you could just say you're accepting my feelings.”

“Reciprocated, as you said.”

“You should have said something. We could've been close like this much sooner.”

“Do you think restraint is effortless?” He straightens his spine, no longer curved over but still above you. You seem to realize the position you're in, how close; He feels the gooseflesh rise on your skin when he meets your eyes in sudden, reckless abandon. 

“Do you take my discipline as flawless?”

“Well, no, no one is perfectly infallible-” you still as his hand comes to your throat.

He traces over the marks he left- shallow, practically an insult. He needs something that will last.

“My Lord-”

“My name. Use it.”

“...Sesshoumaru.”

He sighs a breath. “I want you,” and he pulls you into a kiss too swift to gasp into before he pulls back. 

This feels less like a confession than a declaration. Your pupil, round and soft, blown dark and wide. “Not only once, and beyond the flesh…I want the whole of you.”

“Me too. I-I, I want you too.” You rush closer, and he hastens you the rest of his way into his lap.

“I could hurt you. I might.”

“I understand the terms and conditions.”

“Do you?” With a hitch of your breath he shoulders off the layers of cloth between you two. “This is no shallow basin to dip in.”

“I know-”

With you in his lap already, it's easy to smooth his way up the skin of your thighs, pushing aside cloth. He doesn't bother with cajoling you into this, you're already too deep. You jolt, but he’s not going to let you shy away.

He presses into what little space remains, nosing at your hairline and sliding a knuckle through slick, sticky and clear.

“Put your arms around my neck. And don't forget to breathe.”

— — — — — — — — — — 

He slides his cock hard and fast through the puffy folds of your sex, but he won't enter. You already came once like this, a swift fluttery thing, and he shivered when you said his name. With his chest laid over yours, it's almost embarrassing how hard you’re worked up when he's not even fucking you properly.

But he's panting too, more controlled, of course, but his face is tucked into your shoulder, mouth grazing your ear, jawline, neck. Kneeling, one arm locked around your waist is all he needs to slide himself through without friction.

“You're not, this isn't-” he bumps against your clit and you squeal. He swallows the sound with a kiss.

“I'm not fucking you properly? Greedy, aren't you.”

“It's not fair.”

“Fair?” He breathes.  “I just said I don't want to hurt you.”

‘I, you won’t--please?”

“I won’t. I won't.” 

It only takes smoothing your hands up his arms, tracing a pointed ear and a pleading look before he relents, soft for you, where it matters at least.

He has the deltoids and slim waist of a swimmer, and when you trail past the planes of his stomach, the start of a happy trail catches your eyes. It's white, like the rest of his hair, and thick. It looks slick and matted by your combined arousal, and he is big-and pretty. His dick is flushed the prettiest pale pink you ever saw,trimmed white hairs and a bright red at the tip as aligns himself. 

He slides inside-just the tip. But the stretch, the feeling of almost-full has you digging your nails in his back, fluttering. He growls a note low in approval.

He fucks you shallow, sinking deeper each time. You grin at the concentrated look on his face and he looks at you in question.

You punch out the words in gasps. “For someone who might hurt me, you're doing a pretty good job of the opposite.” He lays you down to free his hand, petting over your belly.

“I could do better. You're testing me.”

“Always.” You wiggle your hips, earning yourself another delicious inch and a hiss. “Please?”

“Look at you…you're so small and you want me to fuck you?” He thrusts shallowly, and your thighs are already trembling.

“I just..want you to enjoy yourself, too.”

“I'm… limiting myself to what you need. Be grateful.”

“I am. My Lord is so, ah, gracious.” you sigh against his skin, and you feel the tip of his cock head throb in another wave of pleasure.

A dog demon, liking praise. Who would've thought.

The pace he takes is steady but relentless. When you twitch away from the pleasure, he presses you into the sheets, keeps your legs around his waist and drives deeper, he’s basically fucking himself into you, and you’re mortified again at the coil thats tensing in your belly, the familiar tension. He sees this, and his hand comes to the little bundle of nerves, shushing the little sounds of ‘wait’ and ‘too much, too much’.

His eyes are half lidded too. He doesn't look flushed, but his eyes look indulgent and his hair is mussed from your hands running through it. There's sweat beading at his temple and he looks like he’s in love with you.

“There you go,” and he kisses you, breathes into your mouth. “Give me another.”

It's not a mind blowing-earth shattering orgasm. But he bumps against that gummy patch once, twice, and it comes, swift, your back arches away from the sheets.

He holds you down with his weight, and licks into the open cavern of your mouth. You're not doing a good job of being quiet, but that's fine, let it out. The sheets are torn where he raked his claws over, instead of your skin.

When your high dies down, he slips himself out, still half hard and aching along his thigh. Your hands smooth down his shoulders and his chest, and he focuses on that, getting his breathing even.

“Wait, you didn't-”

“Doesn't matter. Lay down.” How soft-You already look tired, droopy eyed and flushed pink. 

“It does. You didn't come.”

“One wouldn't be enough for me. I wouldn't have stopped even if you asked.”

“That doesn't sound too bad.” He pushes you down and you sink with a sigh, boneless.

“Two and you're ready for sleep. I don't think you could handle more than five.” You reach and take the tie holding his mussed hair. It falls over you.

“You look different you know.”

“Hm?”

“Your eyes are red now. And those lines on your face are longer. You have fur now.” He didn't even notice the partial transformation; you stroke a thumb along the white fur along his arm.

“Even some on your belly, look-”

“Don't patronize me,” he swats your hand away from the trail on his stomach, and you laugh weakly.

“It's cute. The curtains do match the drapes.”

“What?” You laugh again, burying your face into the sheets. “Look! Even your teeth are a bit longer.” When your hand brushes his jaw, he takes it, opens his mouth to press the pad of a finger against a point.

He lets you run your fingers across the points of his teeth, curious and tentative. Across the top row and bottom, molars, tongue. You look content.

“Look at you. You're being so soft for me. Good boy.”

Fuck the thrill that passes through his bones. He’s not a pet. So he bites down, enough for skin to break and blood to drip into his mouth. You frown. “And you called me greedy.”

Your blood tastes sharp, like something barely ripe. Spring in bloom-warm and full of light, growth and seed. That's you.

So you take back your hand and he pets over your hair as you doze back to sleep, though you stall with sneaking looks at him with your bright eyes. He doesn't reprimand you; the hot rod of desire in his belly cooling in the long quiet moment. You'll rest, and by that time night will fall. He’ll call Rin over to eat her meal with the both of you. She’s been on her own for a hint too long.

In fact, where did she–

Suddenly, he hears glass, fall, shatter. You perk up, the sound loud enough for your ears.

“...Where is Rin?”

He feels his hair bristle. “Where is the innkeeper.”

__________

She gasps, holding the door open a sliver; Daylight cracks into the tunnel so she shuts off the flash-light, peeks, and when she finds no one, opens and crawls inside.

It's empty. Floorboards, the barest pieces of furniture. One look past the barely opened window has her realize she somehow circled back and up to the inn. Was it really that long of a passage, or did time just feel disconnected within that tunnel? It's a bit hard to believe she ended up all the way up…here. She rushes back towards the tunnel she just came from.

It's a little door hidden behind a stack of folding screens. It's painted over to meld into the wall, and when she smacks her hand against it she feels the impact reverb off wall, then rock. It must be the wing of rooms closest to the springs, the wall is warm from more than sunlight, even if she can't fully hear the water.

She’s on the second floor. The mountains are to the north, and with the way the house is placed, she must be in the east wing, so opposite side of where you and the Lord are. That means the tunnel went through earth, and through rock to reach up here. But it was so smooth, she never noticed the transition of earth to rock,only the steep incline. 

But the second floor is bare, and untouched, though very clean. Obviously unused for some time, but the air is fresh and smells like old clean clothes.

As Rin looks around at what little there is, her footsteps creak on the long untouched floorboards. One particular loud creak has her gasp out loud–heartbeat thudding erratically when she hears something drop, and shatter in the hallways outside.

There’s someone up here who who oh please please please please please please-

But to no avail. Footsteps quicken and get louder, and she looks around for a place to hide. She spots a chest drawer covered with a sheet by the other wall that she's able to squeeze behind and under just as the door opens.

“Hello?!” Immediately, Rin recognizes the innkeeper's voice.

“Hello…? Are you there?” She walks into the room, footsteps hesitant. “Ren? Hiroya? Did you come to visit?

“...To see me?” Rin just quiets her breathing as she steps into the room.

“Ren? I know it's you. Your brother is too big now to use our tunnel. And, he wouldn't come here, anyways. I don't know why I called for him.

“You shouldn't be here either Lotus. Can't you smell the Lord who's here? Him and his partner.” The sneer in her voice startles Rin, and she tries to sink deeper.

“Why don't you come out? Or ...did you already leave? You left the door open.”

Oh nooooo. She walks over to the door, opening it to peer inside, before shutting it.

“So did you leave? But I did hear something up here, are you hiding from me?” She sounds so sad.

“I'm sorry, you were supposed to visit but this lord and his entourage ... .He’ll kill you and your brother, I can't have that.” And the unmistakable sound of a key turning in a lock sounds. 

“...You know I'm not very good at this game, Ren. Are you here? Are you really not coming out?...Or maybe I'm just talking to empty air,” she sighs. “Wouldn't be the first time. I'll be locking this door. If you’re still here you can wait until I can get some time to talk to you. But I'll be back, don't worry, okay my Lotus?” 

She kinda does sound crazy. Are those her sons she’s talking about? Shouldn’t they already be grown up?

The door shuts, and Rin panics as she hears the definite sound of a key turning. She shoots up as she hears the footsteps hurry away.

She waits. Then, she tries the door first, and yep, locked. It's not budging. Checking the door of the tunnel she came through yields the same results.

…She doesn't want to have to break the lock to get out. She can, but that would take time, and too much work. She’ll definitely get caught that way.

Maybe there's another tunnel door here..? But searching the room doesn't offer that option.

There's noise outside.

The window is easy to slide back and look out of, but all she can see from this side of the inn are trees and rock. But she doesn't mistake A-un’s barks and scuffs, it's the same noises he makes when he’s agitated, or being stubborn. He must have flown back, and she doesnt recognize the voice that's shouting back at him, old and booming.

Maybe if she can call A-un here, he could help carry her down? He could spare a moment to help her, right? It's not like she can go anywhere now, locked in this room with both exits blocked. Whoever's yelling doesn't sound like they're leaving anytime soon.

She pokes her head out the window and calls his name, but the sounds don't stop, too busy with one another.

“...to get inside-move-”

‘Who is that at the front? What are they yelling about?’ She leans more to hear just a bit better and–

She slips.

She slips with a cry, and ends up catching herself when her hand slams down on to stop her falling. It hurts, and she cries out again, but that doesn't stop her descent.

“A-un!” But he doesn't come. Her feet aren't touching the floor anymore, and with her weight slipping forwards, she falls the rest of the way with a scream, hands scrambling. She falls, falling for a hot rush through open air, before a hand catches her by the back of her collar-falling with her and slowing her descent from near death to this is going to hurt.

Her eyes shut, she already knows what trouble she's in as she feels those familiar nails at her nape. He lets her hang, toes dragging limply across the grass as he waits for her to fully stand.

“Rin.” She doesn't answer.

“I know you didn't faint. Stand up.”  He jostles her a little. “...I will drop you.”

With an inward sigh and a wriggle, he plops her onto her feet. She takes a moment to smooth out her clothes, before turning to the Lord with forced cheer.

He cuts her off (before she could even start) shooting rapid-fire questions. “What were you doing in this wing of the inn instead of staying somewhere close? Why is A-un infront without his muzzles, and why were you leaning out the window?” 

“Um…fresh air?” She grins weakly. “Exploring?”

“And A-un? Who is the old man he is barring from the inn?”

Old man? “I don’t know.” He turns to face the noise, the old man's voice carrying over all the way from the front. Closer now, she can hear him better. He's cursing- you and A-un and even her.

With a hint of trepidation, she sees her Lord's sclera are already pinken-ed with blood.

Her voice is tiny. “...It's the rice boy's dad, I think. From yesterday.”

“It is. Senile fool. Come here, interrupting, for what?” Interrupting? interrupting what? He turns away from the noise and back to her before she could ponder.

“You didn't answer my question.” She hesitates.

“Took A-un out…no muzzle. He ran after a r-rabbit. I followed.

“I found a tunnel. It led to there.” And she points to the room she fell out of. “Door is locked now. Both of them.”

“Hm…” He looks up towards the room, around the wall of rock leading to springs, where the water is heated and flows.

“So the hag still has some secrets then? What arrogance.” A-un barks, once, and she jolts. He looks at her without turning his body.

“They woke up and ate, and they've only just gone back to rest. Let's get rid of this fool before he disturbs that any further.” He turns, she follows.

__________

Jaken didn't get a chance to see what got him.

He had the mind to turn the female head of the staff away from him, spewing water into the dark tunnel and nearly drowning himself. The hands gripping him were torn away, as well as some of his clothing; But he had only ended up washing himself deeper into the darkness, and now he wandered, trying to find his way out. But he knew there was more than one.

As long as he wasn't going down, that was progress, right? There were tunnels of all sizes and shapes, some even he could not fit through. He wandered among them, led by his nose, sniffing for the wafts of cool air that would come unbidden.

There had to be a way out, right? He wasn't going to be stuck here forever, or, or devoured by a demon, right?! If, if anything, his lord will surely–

No, no he wouldn't. What is he thinking, would his lord really inconvenience himself to save such a foolish servant in this demon’s lair?

And that's the other thing.

He could see a few feet ahead of him, even in this murky darkness. He could see the trails of a great snake on the floor, claw marks, here and there, skulls and skeletons of both human and animal. There were multiple tracks, and sounds from throughout the great rock would come to his ears. This was a place lived in, and possibly by multiple someones. 

He must stay low and stay Q U I E T. He can't risk attention, not here.

Jaken had thought for a while, as he crawled through, and the thought came to him that perhaps with all this wandering, he ended up somewhere close to the mountains his Lord wished to conquer. It would explain all the tracks and bones and demon scent. But he had not wandered that far, surely, and so the only conclusion popped into his brain–

That the demon nests his Lord wished to quell were not in the mountains, but closer to the village itself–that there was more than one naga demon, if these trails, and his eyes and ears, are to be believed.

He could hear the breathing of something very large down here, and very, very dangerous. The smell of sulfur would intense at times as the thing, whatever it was, hissed and breathed.

‘That Numachi-san was married to a demon…what if she lied to my Lord about his death?! What if he’s here and I'm going to be devoured soon by his brood or–!’ A shuffle in the dark, and Jaken ducks through a tunnel above for a view–he scrambles inside the hole, clutching his staff close and muffling his breath.

He waits.

The sound comes closer, until he can see a dark blur from below him, coming from a tunnel below. It -its a demon by scent- almost blends into darkness, but Jaken can see it has some human likeness, a head and arms and torso. Long, pale hair. He can see some scales, and see it look around the tunnel. Jaken cowers as its eyes sweep past his hiding place.

There is more than one demon, the one his Lord had met had dark hair, he said.

“...You're somewhere close by, imp. I smell you underneath your Lord's stench.” Jaken stifles a sound, alarmed. 

“You shouldn't be in here. I'm sorry my siblings dragged you down here-do you need some help in getting out?” Jaken could hear mirth in his voice. “Then I'll be leaving now.” 

“If you want out, then follow me imp. Lest you be killed and eaten here, of course.” He clicks his forked tongue and then he slithers away.

…He’ll follow at a distance, in case this is a trap. But he does really need to get out. It's not the same voice Jaken heard before he was dragged down here, he doesnt recognize it. But he does, in fact, recognize that scent.

Because the boy who shares the same spiced signature is already dead.

__________

Kushinadahime had– has a bad habit of bouncing her leg whenever she is anxious. She usually takes pains to hide it, but she doesnt care in the face of these guests.

Her sister should be getting their father, or already have him, and taking him to the apothecary. There, they will stay until they get back. The workers have been paid and ushered to their homes while there is still dim gray light. Her bag is packed and ready to go, if only these two, would excuse propriety and just let-her-leave. Her mind races with plans and the worry of them all, her leg bouncing faster. He frowns.

 “...I understand you are in a hurry Kushinadahime, so I won't hold you  too long–”

“I’ve no time for these pleasantries, Numachi-san.” The older brother's face doesn't change, but the younger twin's face falls even further. He looks like he could weep. She doesn't care right now. If she must suffer through his brother then he must suffer her. 

Still, she adds (fake) pleasantness into her voice. “Why don't you go and visit your lovely mother, instead of me? I'm sure she’d readily welcome you both.”

He frowns. “You know why we cannot–”

“I would-” They speak at the same time and look at each other. She doesn't let them stall and  cuts them off.

“Oh, I'm sorry, is it because of the demon Lord there? The one who maimed Takashi? Are you scared?’

“...The one who killed him? You found his hair at the scene, right?”

“Perhaps. He does have long, pale hair. Or maybe the two of you arrived a little earlier than we thought.” He frowns deeper as the late sun, hidden behind clouds, paints his hair in shades of silver and grey. 

Hiroya Numachi looks like his father, with the pale hair, too dim to be silver and too bright to be pure white. His eyes are so dark that you cannot find the slitted pupils unless you look for them, and he is mannered enough not to show his fangs when he talks.

It all annoys her oh, so, much.

“It's late. You two arrived much later than you usually would.”

“Kushinada-hime, you know I would never–”

“I know that my sisters are secluded and undefended and that I must go to them, before my cycle starts and I lead a trail right to them.” She rises, and dusts off her knees. The floor is reflectively clean.

“...The twins are much more polite and welcoming than you are, you know.”

She ignores him. “What did you come for?”

Hiroya rolls the teacup in his palms, continuing. “That's why I first went to check the mine tunnels, but I didn't find your sisters there. You sent them early, didnt you? Are you sure they arrived safely?”

Her heart jolts, but she ignores that too. “My brother told you that there's no need to ‘help us’ anymore.”

“...I caught an unfamiliar scent there. Two really, but in the way one is marked when you're around someone for a time.

“It was a demon imp, and I think I led him out- he scampered off after a time and I lost his trail fast. Still, I led him far enough before taking a detour back.” His eyes are hard little things when he looks at her.

“The twins were the ones who dragged him within, I bet. That staff of his saved him from a cruel death; the twins aren't very good swimmers.

“But anyhow, you know what this means. An unfamiliar scent, in that place will upset the fragile balance. So what will you do, now that your brother isn't here? Where is his ronin sword? Will you take it up, Kushinada-hime?” She flinches, and at the sight of her unease, he settles down, straightens his back.

“The twins could help me take care of things if I could just go to them, I can take care of it.”

“...Stop with the pretenses, like we don't already know each other. Humour me, why don't you? Why were you named Kushinada-hime and not Inada-hime, daughter of the fields? That would have been less obvious. ”

“That is–”

“Tamayorihime and Toyotahime are even worse. And Ohatsuhime? Truly? I do not think she is nothing.” He hardly blinks as he tries to wear her down. “Strange way to make a distinction.”

She snaps. “What are you insinuating? What do you know? You speak on something you are not privy to nor will you ever be. Our names, are none of your concern. You have yours,” and she sneers, “and we have ours.”

Numachi Hiroya does not react, instead, he just sips at the tea she served.

Ren Numachi, however, has his shoulders hunched up to his pointed ears. The twins are identical in everything but color. Where his brother is more the lotus, Ren is the mud it rises from, dark and cool and gloomy. His nervousness makes his face seem almost softer, and her irritation fades into something more like pity. She’s surprised when he speaks.

“Kiyohime-san…was intentional when she named all of you. Kushinadahime in the tales was the youngest of the eight sisters, and you are the oldest of four. She named the twins after Taiga-san, the rivers. And she named all of you ‘Hime’,” and his eyes met hers. “She must have loved you all very much.”

‘Father named Takashi, as the eldest son. Dutiful, Boasting, Prosper. Ambition. Fathers name means great river, so the twins make sense… So why did father allow her to be named Ohatsu-hime? Or me…?

‘Maybe, mother was being a bit too on the nose–’

Hiroya hums. “She’s late, isn't she? Your youngest. She won't be joining you this time either, I didn't catch her scent there. She might not ever join you.”

“That's a good thing. She’ll be safe here until we get back.”

“Will she? With that Lord? What If that happens?  What happens after? That little imp could disrupt what little peace you have, if he goes deep enough.”

“You said you led him far, so he can't–”

His voice rises above hers. “When are you going to take your sister to bring offerings?”

“When I tell Father where Mother’s grave is.” She hisses from gritted teeth. 

His eyes flash. “A bit too late for that now, isn't it?”

The two of them glare at one another, caught in this stalemate, and the longer it goes on, the more she feels her anger building.

Who is this half and half monster, pretending to be courteous, pretending to be kind? He might look like his father, but he took his arrogance, and his mother’s temperament, and amalgamated them into some horrid semblance of grace.

Her father wants her to marry this one, even with the unspoken [but true] rumour of his parentage. If not her, then the twins, who see him more as family, and she allows this small betrayal. If only father knew who he was.

A liar. An actor. Pretending to have emotions.

[Why does he remind her so much of herself?]

She'd rather anger spill than tears. “Why did you come here, both of you? To give advice, warnings? Condolences? I don't need to replace a brother,” her lip curls, undignified, “So I would appreciate it if you just went about your business.”

The twins look at one another, in a way that reminds her of her twins. They stare off, and with a sigh, Hiroya is the first to break away.

“Allow me to accompany you towards your sisters.” She pauses.

“...You already went. The demon will be even more aware of us if you accompany me. And I thought you were keeping to yourselves?”

“I went, but I want to make sure the girls are safe. They would be pleased to see me as well. I also wish to give my offerings towards your mother-”

“There is no need. Or want.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that,” he laughs, (and oh she could kill him) and then in humor he recites,

“Now I know well The pain of it; When someone awaits me At their home, I’ll not stay away But pay my call, as I should.

“I was in a rush when I stopped by–it is disgraceful of me, and I humbly apologize. So please allow me to remedy this mistake.” He bows his head and her eyes fall to his brother.

“And him? What will he do?”

His eyes cut towards his twin. “Lay low. Keep watch.”

Kushinadahime scoffs. “You’re planning something. Aren’t you aware of who the demon inhabiting Numachi-san’s inn is?”

He looks at her like she is daft. “Of course we are aware–”

“Lord Sesshoumaru, Lord Daiyokai of the western lands. He’ll kill you and grill you over a fire.”

“If he has a taste for poison then he can have my flesh,” he shrugs, and she wants to scoff again. The arrogance!

“He took Takashi’s ear, and a finger off each hand.”

“Which ones?”

”What?” What does that have to do with anything.

“Which finger.”

“...Middle finger.” He makes a sound somewhere between a hiss and a grumble.

“He left him with some mobility then. So he isn't a cruel demon. We should be fine.” Now her mouth is open in confused shock as he drains the cup and rises.

“Your poison blend was stronger this time, but it still needs work. You can't kill me with such a weak dose.”

“...I wasn't aiming to kill you. This blend is meant to induce severe bouts of indigestion.”

“You used a venom as a base. You know that wont work on me.” He tosses the empty cup towards her and she catches it with a scowl.

“Well now I know…” He rolls his eyes to his brother.

“Ren-”

“I know, I know what you're going to say and I know what to do brother-”

“Why did you run off earlier then? Where did you go?” Ren rolls his eyes next. They're a hint lighter than his.

Hiroya clicks his snake's tongue. “Never mind, I smell it on you. I know exactly where.”

“What? Where?”

“Making sure your youngest wouldn't get mauled by that demon Lord–” she whirls towards him.

“You used the tunnel? You could've been caught–”

Ren sighs. “I know-”

“Did you now? He already met Takashi, he's already met Kiyomizu-kun, he would have recognized you!”

“I left quick enough-I didn't even get to see Ohatsuhime make it to Yoshida-san.”

“You just couldn't help yourself, right? You nearly got caught by that Lord's servant at the streams as well.”

“I wanted to speak with Takashi then. I just didn't anticipate them being so far from the inn. The most they saw was a far off blur.”

“You are so careless. I hope you didn't get spotted this time either.”

Unlike his brother, Ren doesnt hide his teeth, and snarls, fully. “I was checking on our mother, since you seem so very not worried about her proximity to that Lord-”

“So? Our mother did it, her mother did it. She’ll be fine.”

“And that right there is Father, talking from beyond the grave again,” Ren sighs as he stands.  

‘You know, you’re only a few moments older than me?”

“Older all the same.” Hiroya turns to her so sharply she jolts. Whatever he sees there, he takes note of it, and nods. He walks past her and grabs the bag she packed for herself.

“Let us go then, shall we? We don't have much time before nightfall, do we?”

__________

Numachi-san is already outside, behind A-un and trying to calm down the enraged man. 

A-un does a good job of corralling them both, snapping at faces and hands if one gets too close; if the man tries getting closer to the front door, or if Numachi-san tries to sidestep him.

“This blasted stead,” the old man is still cursing, “And that impish pest….! Where is he, gathering a list of next possible victims for his lord?! To hell with these thrice-damned creatures and that damned bitch of a concubine!”

Lord Sesshoumaru scoffs. She prays that this man will keep his mouth shut and stop right then and there but he continues.

“An omen if i've never seen one, leeching off of others power and using it to have my son killed- She’s not even married to that Lord, her teeth are not blackened and she still wears a furisode? What vassal needs such long, colorful sleeves, the whore?” Rin flinches. The man has not noticed them walking up to the front, but Numachi-san does. Her eyes widen in horror as she more frantically gestures to get him to stop. He doesn't.

“Her bastard child will end up just as rotten as her, as all the rest of you! A half blood, just like your son Ayumi-chan! But she doesn't look all that strong, is she even his?” He laughs, and then  grips his head in his hands. “Does it even matter?! My son is dead. To the hells with all of you! Each and everyone of you! That bitch had my son killed! He’s dead!! My son is dead and I will have recompense. If I still had my blade I would have stormed past that front door and –”

“Why are you yelling from outside the inn? You can't even get in.” A-un straightens as the other two go still and pale, before Numachi-san dips into a  deep bow.

The old man splutters, whether in shock or rage.. “I…I, you–”

“‘-You?’” Immediately, his blanched face reddens, and he bows with only his head in the shallowest bow Rin’s ever seen her Lord receive.

“Lord Sesshoumaru, Inu Daiyokai of the Western Lands. This humble one Yoshida Taiga–”

“I didn't ask,” Her Lord sighs, looking more towards Numachi-san. He frowns.

“What are you doing outside the inn?”

“...I wasn't aware that I wasn't allowed to leave.”

“I don't trust you.”

“If I may–” Oji-san cuts in, steps forth. “I have a duty to uphold my family's honor.”

“The same honor you disregard with such disgraceful composure? I turned your son away last evening, and now the father comes to show where he learned such horrid manners?”

“My son is dead,” he snarls, wrinkles deepening in grief. “His sister found the remains of a corpse in the early hours of dawn, within our family's bamboo grove.”

“Casualties are high in this town, no?”

Oji-san throws out a fist, it takes a moment to see it, but flowy gently with the wind is a strand of pale, white hair.

“I found this when I went to check myself. You're the only demon here with white hair, and you already had an incentive.”

Sesshoumaru looks down at the wrinkled fist, the strand of hair.

“It's true that the demon of this town does not have white hair,” he admits. “But do you think I would allow a lowly human’s hands to touch me, whilst I hunt, nonetheless? That is not mine. Neither does the length match.”

“It's yours!” He yells, shaking his fist. “Maiming him wasn't enough, he insulted your pride, your servant and by proxy you. So you just decided to finish the job.”

“Perhaps I should save everyone the nuisance of your bloodline and end it? Your disrespectful nature deserves it.” Anger melts into fear as the Lord leans forward, his eyes bleeding red. The elegant airs that are always so integral to him suddenly melt away in his anger.

“Like Father, like son. Again, you insult my vassal, my ward, my servant and even my steed…Why not the master too? I'm right here. Speak.”

“I came here…to, to demand recompense for my son's murder.”

“Not vengeance? Oh, but you know you’ll die, don't you.” He flinches as the Lord lifts a hand, grabbing his collar and snubbly testing the fabric between his fingers. “You're so old, perhaps you came here looking for an excuse to die?” 

Oh. Oh. He’s angry.

“My Lord, please–” Numachi-san butts in, still stuck behind A-un. “He’s just an old man of the village, he’s, he’s grieving. I'm sure one of his daughters will come here soon when they notice he is gone.”

“The rice paddies are on the other half of the village. How did he sneak all the way here without notice?” And he lets the man go, who, to his credit, remains on his feet, albeit shaky. Rin just goes over to pet A-un's neck. 

“Why are the rooms on the second floor closed off? Where do they lead?”

“Pardon?”

“Second floor. East wing,” he repeats.” And Rin sees it, the way Numachi-san goes rigid, the way Oji-san goes still, eyes wide and analyzing.

“The rooms and its doors are all locked off.”

“That's not what I asked.”

“They lead nowhere-”

“Rin.” She stands at attention, and comes when he beckons.

“She said she was aways from the inn when she fell into the opening of a tunnel. She followed it and it led to one of those rooms.” He articulated. Numachi-san’s eyes widen even more-in horror yes, but understanding. She looks away just as she meets the woman’s gaze.

“So, where do they lead?” When he looks back to Oji-san, Rin understands what he’s getting at.

He’s probably in his sixties to seventies. His legs are probably as thin and knobbly as his hands are, and to walk all the way here would have taken time and effort he didn't have. The sun would set soon, and it was the night of a new moon. How would he get back in time?

There were other tunnels leading in other directions.

Numachi-san wrings her hands, eyes wide. “Those were just…tunnels that my sons dug when they were younger. They're too big to use them now!” She adds hastily, when her Lord’s eyes narrow. “Just childhood endeavors, I assure you. I’ll, I’lll even show them to you, if you so wish…Its just–” 

“Oto-san!” A shout behind draws their attention, at last the humans attention.

Come running up to the inn is one of the prettiest girls Rin’s ever seen. Her hair is pulled away from her face, sleeves tied away for work and face shiny with sweat–But her hair is so dark and shiny, and her face is pale and round like a full moon; A small mouth and thin eyebrows, like her features were painted on. Not like Rin with a few missing teeth, adult ones barely poking out. With her hair and its tendency to knot and poof, or her freckled face. 

Maybe she’ll look like that when she gets older, if she starts taking better care of herself?

“Oto-san-!” She runs towards her father, whose face of shock turns to anger.

“Ohatsuhime! I told you to stay with your sister and go where she tells you, why are you-”

“She sent me here!” She yells, rushing forwards and grabbing his arm. She turns and bows profusely to Lord Sesshouamru.

“We are so, so, sooo sorry Lord. My father is going mad in his grief. We lost our mother years ago to the demon, so what happened with Takashi-kun,” she gasps, whether it be from exhaustion or the grief in her voice. “It's affecting us all, but that's no excuse for his behavior.”

“I maimed your brother for less.”

“...I-I understand-”

“Do you now? What will you offer me in recompense?” At this, Oji-san pulls his daughter back behind him. He draws a long blade, the size of his forearm, out of his sleeve.

“Nothing to you, Demon. Your issue is with me.” Rin could weep. He just made the worst mistake he could have.

His sclera are already bloody, and the golden yellow has faded to a bronzed orange, pupils muddy and dark, making his eyes look famished and enraged. He doesn't look angry, no, but calm. Calm and still with malice.

He articulates his words, slowly, clearly. Gooseflesh erupts on her skin.  “My patience and my grace are not limitless–you've already depleted their stores. If I didn't trust myself not to kill you slowly and wake my vassal with your screams you would have been dead before you ever saw me.

“I did not kill your son. I don't concern myself with filth I've already tossed. If I had killed him, you never would have been left to worry who did it, but rather where he had gone. Now give me one reason why I should let you go?’ He was so still-He walks forward and they startle, following them as father and daughter tremble back.

“How will you convince me to let you leave alive?”

The daughter falls to her knees, weak with fear. Oji-san stands still, but not firm. “...My son is dead. My anger is justified–”

“And so is mine. You didn't think this through, did you?”

“You have a human child! Do-Do you want her to see this murder?!”

“Rin, get inside.” He doesn't break eye contact, and his hand starts to drip poison. “I can wait until you're far enough away.” Rin hesitates, feet stuck to the ground. Things were falling apart, fast, and maybe, maybe if she called out to you–

The girl, Ohatsuhime, crawls and kneels head to the ground.  “I'm sorry! Please, please just allow me to leave with my father–”

“I’ll leave his corpse.”

“Alive, please! Whatever else we have, you can take, Just please–”

“My Lord!” And again, Numachi-san speaks up against the commotion, hands clenched so hard they’d immediately turn red if she released them.

Rin inwardly thanks her for the quiet her shout brings, even if the Lord has his sights set on her now. He’s really really angry–she wonders why. Does it have something to do with you? Are you okay?

Or maybe it's because of what this man said, insulting everyone, except the Lord. Except he did, like his son. Hotheaded and brash. Maybe these people were just prodding at his last nerve.

“...I will…I can tell you more about this town, about the tunnels and my husband–”

Oji-san protests. “Ayumi-chan-!”

“If you would just…let them go, without harm. Please.”

“You will pay for their release, with information.” Is the information worth the price of leaving them alive?

She sighs. “Shingetsu is the name the demon of this town took on, but that is not his birth name. My sons aren't close enough to know what it is though. And…there are more than just those three demons.” Oji-san and his daughter’s mouths drop open in horror, while Lord Sesshoumaru tilts his head in question. He steps away from the two of them, and Rin follows, silent, a shadow–reminder.

 At least if he does attack, it won't get too bloody, not with her there…she hopes. She doesn't know how composed he is now. A-un whines as they brush past.

“...Leave. I’ve no more business with you.” A pause, before the girl is heaving her father up and rushing to escape the scene. When she looks back, Rin gives her a shy wave goodbye. Poor girl. She really is so pretty.

“...”

Numachi-san forces a smile. “...You seem agitated. Is your partner having complications? Giving you any trouble?”

“You know I will not handle any disrespect. You have words for me.” She nods.

“I’ll be brief. My husband wasn't faithful.”

“How many.”

“I'm not sure exactly, he was very secretive. But at least three.” She sighs, shudders. “According to my son, they too have white hair and wait for the new moon.”

“‘Too?’”

“The eldest has white hair, like his father.” Oh, so maybe it was one of them that killed the rice boy?

“And their mother?”

She only hesitates for a second, before answering. “She is a demon. And dead.”

Lord Sesshoumaru absorbs the information, before he seems like he spent enough words, waving his hand away as the poison dissipates. A last speck of poison, bright green, flicks out and she flinches horribly to avoid it. “Get inside, and make yourself useful-and scarce. Until I have need of you.” Another bow, and she is gone.

“...I don't trust that woman, and all her secrets. We might not stay here very much longer. But Jakne still has not returned.”

A-un trots forward, head lowered, a whine in his throat.

“You,” he tells Rin, “Smell like a hanyo, if only faintly. How long were you in that tunnel?”

“Not…very long.”

“You will show me. We’ll see if it's as untouched as she says. You,” he turns to A-un, “Shouldn't have run off like that. You left Rin alone–what if it was a decoy? What if she was a target?” He whines again and stamps at the ground.

“And Rin,” she already has her head down. “You're a child, not stupid. What possessed you to follow an underground tunnel in a haunted town? The moment you saw it go past a few feet you should have gone back. You shouldn't have even chased off A-un, let alone take his muzzles off.”

Tears erupt in her eyes as she nods along with the words.

“...I'm sorry.”

He clicks his tongue. “Don't be sorry, be smarter. You know better.”

“I’ll be better.” He sighs.

A hand comes down to smooth over her head in a pat, then another. When she looks up he is already turning away.

“Come. You're going to show me that tunnel, and then you’re not allowed to be on your own. A-un, come.” A-un trots in front with Rin behind, and then her Lord, And even with his eyes white and gold again she feels like she's being stalked. But she’s alright. She’s safe now, from the dogs and their glinted fangs. It's only her Lord behind her, the man that brought her back to life, even if he feels like a danger to it sometimes.

Thunder rumbles overhead, with a crack of lightning.

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”Hello? Girls? Are you there?’ It's late at night, and dark within the mine tunnels.

This deep though, there are strains of rock within these walls, and those that jut out, that gleam, ever so faintly. They provide enough to see. The smell of sulfur is familiar, and he keeps his voice to a low reverb off the walls.

“I was supposed to come here with your older sister… but I think she went up ahead. She isn't very happy to see me right now.” There's a pause… scuffling and sounds of movement, before the twins appear, expressions identical in their shock and joy. They jump at him with open arms, and tackle him to the ground.

“You-?! You're here?!”

“You’re late!”

“So late!”

“And stupid!”

“Where were you? What happened, Where's your brother?!” They shout at the same time, and he holds up his hands in surrender, laughing.

“I’ll explain later. I wanted to check up on you two. Are you alright? Do you have everything you need? Is your sister here already?”

“Yeah, she came here before you, and… She’s fine.”

“...Don't pull my tail. How mad is she really?” 

There's a great sound like hissing, like boiling hot water poured over cool rock. The sulfur scent intensifies.

“...Very.” They look at each other and shrug. “But we’re fine. We have everything.” 

Remembering propriety, they slide back and fold their hands, allowing him to sit up. In the darkness, he can see the white of their eyes, the shine of their hair, reflecting what little light there is.

Now that he looks at them, the twins are looking a bit haggard. Their clothes are the slightest bit wrinkled, and their hair loose and untied. Sloppy.

But he shouldn't even be here right now, so he’ll disregard that.

“We’ve done this before lots of times. You know that Aniue.”

“But there hasn’t been many times I joined you though, this is…”

“We know,” they nod back, moving to hold hands. Always so well behaved and in sync.

They pause to listen, before the sound stops, then starts up again.

He leans closer, and the twins take the hint to squirm closer. “How is she, really?”

They look at each other, probably reading each other's thoughts, and turn back to him.

“Same as always. It's late now so she’s sleeping. Tomorrow we're going to clean the altar and check the rabbit traps to make stew. Rabbit stew is her favorite.”

“Yeah, it's Ohatsuhime’s favorite too. She’s staying with the apothecary since Numachi-chan is a bit…occupied.”

“Why do you call her that? We’ve known Ayumi-san for a while now. She’s nice.”

“I can't call her by first name, can I? She'll slap me with a slipper if I ever did.”

“Moms do have perfect accuracy, in that sort of thing,” a twin, Tamayorihime, he thinks, nods, before speaking again.

“Are you hungry? Are you okay no–”

He cuts her off with a sharp grin. “I'm fine.” That is Tamayorihime, he recognizes the burn on her wrist.

“You and Kiyomizu-kun got into such a big fight, I didn't think it would go so far! There was a lot of blood, we smelt it from so far and we thought–”

“No more. I’m. Fine. Kiyomizu is fine too, it's just a bit of a brotherly spat, you know?”

“Why does your hair look longer?” The other twin, Toyotahime.

“Because…? It grows? And I don't have a tie for it right now.” He draws a hand through the silver strands.

“...Wait, if Ohatsuhime is with the apothecary, then where is Kiyomizu-kun going to be staying?” He shrugs.

“Hell if I know. But you know he can't come here. A grown man would get lost in the tunnels here, and all the fumes would kill him in hours.”

“He wouldn't get lost, he knows his way around here,” And she looks around at the walls, the darkness, more tangible in the dull glimmer. Like you could reach out and grab a handful. Her tail rattles as she speaks.

“He spends more time here with mother than we do, after all.”

Outside, with a peal of thunder, it begins to pour.

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Vanity Fair Lie Detector Interview w/ Jamie Campbell Bower and You

hello! I've had this idea for like almost a year now lol. this is very dialogue heavy, there's not much description, but I felt like it kind of had to be, since it's just back and forth questions? idk, it's not my best work, but the idea is sickeningly cute and I needed to get it out. anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3 warnings: none! just fluff, ST4 costar!reader, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if I missed any gendered terms!)

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As part of your Stranger Things press tour following the release of Vol. 2, you and your co-star Jamie were appearing on the lie detector interview. Entering the set, it was dark, with just a single overhead light hanging above a metal table. You and Jamie sat in chairs in front of the table as you filmed the intro for the video.

"Which one of you would like to go first?" The producer asked off camera.

You both turned to look at each other, nervously smiling. You shuffled your feet against the floor.

"Uh...I guess I'll go." You shrugged. "I'll just rip the band aid off."

The camera cut and the polygraph examiner set up as you and Jamie took your places on either side of the metal table.

"I feel like I'm looking at 25 to life or something right now." You chuckled as the polygraph examiner finished hooking you up to the machine.

"Are you nervous?" Jamie smiled at you from across the table.

"I'm sweating!"

Jamie cleared his throat, adjusting his posture to sit up straight, smirking as he tried to look intimidating. Your lips scrunched into a thin line as your eyes widened, showing your anxious anticipation.

"Okay...first question: is today June 8th, 2022?" He read from the cards in his hands.

"Yes." You stated.

"Were you in season 4 of Stranger Things?"

"I was." You smiled.

"Did you always want to be an actor growing up?"

"Uh...y-yeah. I would say yes." You nodded. "One of the things I wanted to be, anyway."

"What else would you have wanted to be?"

"Uh, well I still do music, but I wanted to be a famous musician. For a hot second I wanted to be a museum curator." You smiled.

"Have you ever googled yourself to see what people think of your work?"

You laughed and then hung your head. "I have! I need the validation..."

"I'm British, and you're American. Do you think I do a good American accent?" He chuckled.

You paused, sucking in a breath jokingly before smiling. "No, I'm kidding. You do have a decently good one, actually. Yeah."

Jamie gave you a side eye and looked at the polygraph examiner, who sat still staring at the paper and moving dowels. He looked back at you and nodded judgingly.

"Do you remember your first celebrity crush?" Jamie smiled.

"Yes."

"Who was it?"

You let out a breath, a slight smile flashing across your lips. "Um, I think it was like, Orlando Bloom?" You laughed. "Man, him as a blonde elf, y'know?"

Jamie chuckled at your answer before glancing down to his cards and looking back up. He smirked. "Do you have a current celebrity crush?"

"Uh...yes." You pursed your lips, taken aback by the question slightly.

Jamie cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer over the table. "And who is your current celebrity crush?" He smirked.

Your eyes went wide and you felt your cheeks immediately blush. You glanced over to the polygraph examiner, laughing nervously. It was him. Ever since the day he walked into the table read, you were enamored with his beauty, inside and out. You were secretly so excited to be paired with him for these press events, despite not having much screen time with him. You hoped your feelings wouldn't be obvious, but now, being hooked up to a lie detector, you felt like you weren't able to hide it at all.

"Oh god...haha...uhh..." You looked back at Jamie, eyebrows high, biting your lips slightly. "Well...uh, all I'll say is... they're in the room currently..." You smiled shyly, averting your eyes.

You could feel the warmth of Jamie's smile that grew across his face. "I didn't know you felt that away about the polygraph man." He chuckled.

You looked up, seeing his cheeks lightly blushed. You giggled, looking over at the smiling polygraph examiner. "I'm glad I could finally let him know." You looked back to Jamie.

"Well...I'm sure he's absolutely flattered." He held your gaze for a moment before taking in a deep breath and looking back down at his cards. "Okay, last question... Would you say you're cooler than your character in Stranger Things?"

You laughed. "Oh god... Absolutely. They're much cooler than me, yes."

"Did you lie at any point during this interview that we didn't catch?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.

You grimaced, looking over to the polygraph examiner. "I don't think so, no. I didn't lie."

He gave a thumbs up and you jokingly exhaled a sigh of relief. The camera cut, and the crew came around you, setting up the next shot for Jamie to be in the hot seat. There wasn't much time for conversation as they worked around you, which you were slightly thankful for, given your admission. Though, you both did exchange a few soft glances and warm smiles, which made you feel less embarrassed. The two of you switched seats and the camera started rolling as the polygraph examiner hooked Jamie up to the machine.

"You're right, this is very surreal." Jamie laughed, looking at the equipment put on him.

"Are you nervous?"

"Maybe...I don't know yet." He smiled, settling into the seat with the wires now on him.

"You should be." You winked and brought the cards up in front of you. "Alright, is your name Jamie Campbell Bower?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Were you born in London, England?"

"Yes."

"You played Vecna in the new season of Stranger Things, as well as a member of the Volturi in Twilight. Would you consider yourself a good villain?"

Jamie's face twisted into a thought. "Oh wow. I mean...I don't think me, personally, as a villain. I try not to be! But I suppose the villain is fun to play, definitely. I guess I play the villain well, yes."

"You've been in a number of cancelled projects. Do you think you make bad career choices?" You tried to hold back your laughter.

He laughed out loud. "Thanks for bringing it up, love. Uh...no. I think they were all projects I really believed in and felt a connection to. I chose them because I enjoyed them. So no, I don't think that."

"You have made music with bands The Darling Buds, Counterfeit, and as a solo act. Would you want to be a full-time musician if you weren't an actor?"

He thought for a moment. "I suppose, yes. But I really couldn't imagine one without the other. They're both so deeply part of me. So...yes and no?"

"Do you secretly hate the Duffer brothers for making you go through 8 hours of prosthetics to play Vecna instead of just making it CGI?"

Jamie laughed again. "No! I don't!" He looked over to the polygraph examiner.

"He's telling the truth." He said flatly.

"Phew...I still have a job, good." He jokingly wiped his brow. "No, I think the choice to have it be almost entirely practical effects really made all the difference for you know, my scene partners, as well as for my own ability to get into character."

"Did you take anything from set that no one gave you permission to take?"

"Uh....n-no...no, I don't think I took anything without permission... I hope not?"

You looked down to the cards in your hand, scanning the questions listed. But you had an idea.

Well, payback time for me. Who's your current celebrity crush, then?" You smirked, narrowing your eyes.

He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "Oh god. Yeah, yeah...I guess fair is fair." He leaned forward. "Well, um...I'm looking it at them." He smiled shyly.

Your mouth hung open, lilting up at the ends in euphoric shock. You bit your lip, letting the full smile overtake your face, stinging your cheeks. "Oh...is that so?" You giggled.

"We can defer to the polygraph man." He gestured over as you both looked to the man sat in front of the machine.

He smiled, looking back over to you, nodding. "He's telling the truth."

"Oh...well, I guess that's-that's convenient isn't it?" You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush.

"Did we just become a couple in this interview?" Jamie laughed.

"I think we did." You shook your head in disbelief, joining him in his laughter.

"Wow, this was much more affective than Tinder, this is what everyone should be doing." He gestured to the lie detector equipment.

"And on camera, too." You gave finger guns to the camera, giving a wink. "Um...but okay. Wow... Well, final question: Did you lie at any point during this interview and we didn't catch it?"

Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't believe I told any lies."

The polygraph examiner nodded, backing up that Jamie had not told lies. You smiled, setting the cards down, laying your hands on the table. Jamie smiled and reached across, taking your hands in his. The camera cut and the crew swelled around, taking the lie detector equipment away and setting up for you two to film the outro to the video.

The crew set the chairs back to the front of the table and had you two sit their once again. The producer called to roll the camera and let you know to start.

"Well, this has been Lie Detector Interview, or Lie Detector Matchmaker I guess." Jamie chimed. You burst out laughing, nudging Jamie's shoulder. "I thought this would be terrifying, but it actually went quite well I'd say." He looked to you.

You nodded. "Better than I would have expected." You smiled up at him. "Thanks so much for having us, Vanity Fair! This has been lovely!"

You both held your hands up, intertwined with the other, before leaning against one another with smiles on both of your faces.

"This is video is going to break the internet." Jamie whispered, leaning into your ear, drawing a delighted laugh from you just as they cut the camera.

[gowonders]

forgive me ♥ h.k + k.th

huening kai x vamp!reader x taehyun

notes : 1/2 halloween works done!! 😓 i kinda didn’t wanna upload this, but if it’s what gowonder nation wants it’s what gowonder nation gets! ummm honestly this may or may not be worse than the choi line fic… idk my writing has been so bad lately!! i’m so sorry!! 🥹 and yes, i brought in spoiled taehyun here ;3

minors dni with this!

warnings : read this over once.. , english isn’t my first language, fem reader, mean/hard dom hueka, mean/hard dom taehyun, mild cursing, vampire doing vampire things (basically marking..), unprotected sex, (please wear a condom omg.) reader wears crop tops, bulge kink, degradation (needy, slut..), orgasm denial, oral (f rec.), hair pulling, double penetration, mentions of spit kink( kai spits in readers mouth like once), taehyun is really strong so like.. mentions of bruising!!, lmk if i missed any !

you may or may have not been lying to your best friends.

sure, huening kai and taehyun were understanding when you explained the whole “i can’t go out in the sun much, i get sunburnt super easily” thing, but your fangs?? (the ones everyone found cute??) you just always said “oh, they’re just my vampire teeth!” and everyone just assumed you were kidding.

you really weren’t.

and your friends soon found out the truth.

you, huening kai and taehyun were all gathered at taehyuns place, and it was just you all gathered in his room, sitting on his bed, scrolling on your phones. which was just a way you bonded, even if it was a little unconventional. the silence was soon broken by taehyuns loud groan and him flopping against his bed. “i’m sooooooooo hungry guys. give me a sec, i’m gonna come back.” and with that, it was just you and kai.

maybe you didn’t notice it, but you had been squirming and not-so-subtly biting on your lip the whole time you guys were together, but kai did. “yn, what’s going on with you? you’ve been acting a little weird, are you that hungry?” he laughs, he knows that’s probably not it, but something is going on.

and that was your absolute need for blood, you really really tried so hard to hold back, but it was so hard for you.. “um. it’s nothing, i’m probably just hungry, yeah!!” you laugh awkwardly, laying back on the pillow behind you, and you can’t help but just keep your eyes on his neck, unmarked and flawless, and how perfect it’d be if you could just.. taste him. you were close enough.. maybe you could just., sneakily sink your teeth in? maybe kai wouldn’t mind.. he’d understand? for his friend?

“yn what the fuc-“ last words he said before your sharp fangs sink into his neck, whispering a “forgive me” before doing so, and a soft whine from you goes against his neck. and kai can’t say he’s not into it.. a broken groan is heard from him, and you dig your nails into his shoulder at the sound.

the moment is interrupted by huening kai lightly hitting your shoulder, trying to pull you off his neck. “y-yn,” but he gets cut off by taehyun, who’s about to drop the snacks he gathered for you guys. “what is going on here…..?” he asks, jaw slack and cheeks flushed in shock. as soon as you hear that almost condescending voice, you pull off, all teary eyed, he just tasted sooo good, and you wanted more. and your eyes snap to meet taehyuns darker ones, but all you can do is give him wide eyes and stutter.

“is our yn.. actually a vampire? who would’ve guessed?” he smirks, practically throwing the food onto his desk and walking over to stand over you. “may i?” he asks, not really letting you respond as his thumb enters your mouth, prying it open so he can see your fangs, his finger tracing around your teeth. “how cute.” he mocks, pulling his thumb away, but not before smudging the excess blood along your lip.

“guys.. it’s n-not what you think-“ you say, face warm with embarrassment. but taehyun cuts you off. “yn, really? because i think i know what it is. hueka, what do you think, should we punish her? she did ruin your perfect skin.” he laughs, eyes drifting over to his friend. “taehyun.. i don’t think that’s necessary.. like- i’m sure she just had to do it.. it’s fine, really..” he says, hand cupping over his neck, “mmm. no. i think we should. yn, go clean the little mess your needy self made, yeah?” his hand gestures toward kai who’s trying to not get blood on taehyuns (presumably expensive) sheets.

you whine with embarrassment as you move back to kai, moving his hand away from his neck, and with a shaky breath, you run your tongue along the wound, cleaning up the leftover blood you couldn’t get, and this practically flips a switch in kai. his large hand starts to pet your head as your clean him up, and in a quiet voice, he mutters to you; “you’re doing so well, yn.”

you pull away, and taehyun, who’s still standing over you, puts his hand on your back, leaning to your ear. “you okay with this?” he asks, you nod, and when you do, he asks the same to kai. “are you?” “mhm-“ hueka responds. “good, because i reallyyyyy wanted to see my best friends fuck. you’re at my house after all. so we do what i want, right? so kai, fuck yn?” taehyun says.

you hated how spoiled he was growing up. sure, it was nice when you didn’t really have money at the mall so he’d buy you some food, and you got a hell of a present for your birthday, sure! but he expected that he got everything he had ever asked for. and everyone obliged..

which is why taehyun is sitting in the corner of his room, on a chair, eyes laser focused on kai pinning your wrists to the bed. “that’s probably a good idea, kai. you don’t know, she could get needy again, keep her in her place…” he says as he snickers, and your face heats up in embarrassment even more, and kai rolls his eyes before smiling at you and mouthing “sorry.”

his hands trail down your body, stopping at the skin that shows from your cropped shirt, thumb caressing your stomach slightly before his fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down easily, his eyes dart to your panties. “yn, no way you have a little bow on your panties, you little tease! have you been planning this, huh?” kai mocks, finger rubbing over the small ribbon on the waistband. you just whine in response. “soooo needy, jesus. just fuck her already, kai.” you can hear taehyun groan from across the room, but huening kai does just that. quickly pulling his own pants down, and having his length positioned between your legs.

he inserts you slowly, as to not hurt you, making sure you’re okay before he starts to actually move, a small gasp leaving your lips once he does so, which makes taehyun and kai both chuckle. your eyes travel from kai to taehyun, and he’s just watching you two, and palming over his pants.

however, your attention gets sent back to hueka as he taps on your cheek. “look at me.” he says. “taehyuns not fucking you, i am.” slight jealousy could be heard in his voice, and if that wasn’t apparent to you, it definitely could be seen in the way his pace became ruthless almost immediately, making you let out a broken whimper. “don’t complain yn, im- we’re gonna punish you. like we said. maybe if you didn’t keep acting out, i would actually take my time with you, but needy girls like you don’t deserve that.” kai say, taking a hold of your hips and using the leverage to fuck into you harder, leaning his head back and groaning at the way your walls clamp down on him as he does so.

after a bit, kai takes a hold of your hand, squeezing it, before bringing it up to your stomach and putting it on your stomach, making you feel him through it. his hand is on top of yours, thumb running over your knuckles as he keeps your hand there. but seriously.. all you can do is whine in response. “i did not fuck you enough for you to be acting all stupid on me.“ kai says, rolling his eyes as he fucks into you at an even quicker pace than before, making you cry out in pleasure. “k-kai….! i’m close!!” you mumble. “oh? so you can say that but not anything about how grateful you are for this? what a slut.” kai chuckles, and just before you reach your high.. he pulls out. which pains him too.. but he knows that’s not all he’s going to get from you. “huekaaaaaa.. why..??” you whine, and he just scoffs, pumping his length over you before white ribbons on seed lay over your stomach and cunt.

“sorry. you were acting too good for this, had to punish you.” he sighs and shrugs, looking back at taehyun. “you wanna clean her up, taehyun?” he asks, and taehyun almost jumps out of his seat, and stands next to kai, admiring the little mess he made of you.

“did so good, kai.” he smirks, making kai laugh a little before taehyun positions himself between your legs, starting to lick up huening kai’s seed from your tummy, then slowly kissing down to your core, a low laugh leaving his lips as he inserts one finger in you, making you shiver, before he connects his lips to your cunt. broken whines leave your lips at this. “too much!! please, let me rest—“ you plead, but taehyun starts to use his tongue in you, along with his fingers, which really shut you up. “i was getting tired of hearing her whine, thanks tyunnie~” kai laughs, even if you were getting practically ruined before him, he couldn’t stop joking at anything.

your thighs close around taehyuns head in a weak attempt to get him to wait a bit, but this just spurs him on, using two fingers instead of one, and now using his tongue to rub at your clit. it doesn’t help that you were so close before, so the way you have to hold back is crazy, and taehyuns rough pace is definitely contributing to how you’re just about to break.

“taehyun.. pleasee-“ you whine, back arching off the sheets as your fingers lace through his hair, grabbing and pulling at it. “yeah yeah, fine.” he says in a rushed voice, he was gonna be the one to make you finish first, not kai. but like everything in his life, he got alot of things first. and this was going to be one of them.

and with that, your riding out your first high of the night against your best friends face. because he wanted it. he gets whatever he wants.

after that, they let you rest for a second.. not like they want to stop, but they know you’re probably a little out of it. letting you lay in taehyuns lap as huening kai strokes your hair. taehyun stares into the wall for a second, hand caressing your back before he speaks dryly. “hey yn.. i kinda wanna match with hueka, you’ll do that for me? pleaseeee?” without thought, you’re sitting up on taehyuns lap, his thigh slotted between yours.

your shaky breath goes against his neck, and taehyun has a wide grin on his face, looking at hueka, who looks almost nervous for him. you were not gonna deny the fact you still wanted to do it, but something about piercing him gave you more guilt than doing it to kai.. whatever. he wanted it.

you sink your fangs into taehyun, a hushed “fuck-“ leaving his lips as you feed on him, he was literally perfect. even if he was an asshole sometimes.

“o-okay.. yn.. i think i-it’s okay…” he mumbles? stroking your head, slowly trying to pull you off, making you whine in disappointment. “did you clean me up, yn?” you nod, sitting on your knees as you wait for something, anything else. taehyun motions huening kai over, whispering something just quiet enough so you couldn’t hear. of course. hearing taehyun snicker and kai sigh with a smile and wide eyes.

however, you soon find out when you’re placed between the two, and you look up at kai, who’s infront of you. “huh…?” you say, tilting your head as taehyun pressed his hard on against your ass. “well, we couldn’t decide who got to use you next.. so if you’re cool with it, could we both?” taehyun says. “even though it should just be me, technically.. i feel nice enough to share, right?” he mutters under his breath, waiting for you to respond. “s-sure.” you mumble, hiding your face in kai’s chest, making him chuckle. “noooo, keep your eyes on me.”

soon enough, you can feel them both prodding at your entrance. “guys. no way.” you mutter, you could barelyyy fit kai, no chance you could fit them both. “we’ll make them fit. cmon.. for me?” taehyun says, caressing your thigh as he kisses your shoulder. but, he always gets what he wants, huh? “yn, we’ll go sooo slow, if it’s still okay?” kai adds, giving you the most trusting smile he can, because in all honesty, he wasn’t too convinced, either. he didn’t really want to have to wait on taehyun though.. he doesn’t have his patience.

you sigh shakily. “alright…it’s fine.” you whine. you’re still kindaaaa prepped from earlier, but you feel someone’s fingers starting to enter your core, scissoring his fingers for good measure, before they pull out, and taehyun decides to slide into you first, a groan leaving his lips as he does so, and once you’re okay with it, he slowly moves in and out of you, just to prep you more. “okay… relax. kai’s gonna go in, okay? tell me at any point if it gets too much.” taehyun whispers, kissing your shoulder once more. with that, you can feel kai start to enter you so slowly, and you feel so full. a broken whine leaving your lips at the feeling of being stuffed by the two, and taehyun and kai are faring no better, taehyun groaning at the foreign feeling of kai’s cock sliding up against his, and kai letting out small whines at how your walls are basically sucking him in.

taehyun chuckles, still kinda too lost in how this all feels to actually move, but he’ll never not find a reason to tease someone. “kai, you’re whining more than our cute little slut right here, you’re more needy than her at this point..” he says, a smirk on his face as he studies the only face he can see, kai’s. who’s lips fall to a flat line as he sighs, looking away from taehyun to meet your eyes. at least he could see your pretty face, which totally made up for taehyuns teasing.

without warning, taehyun thrusts up into you, a groan leaving his lips, and that causes kai to mirror his movements, both of them taking a second but they finally match up enough to where it’s not awkward, and from there, it’s pure bliss. the way you feel so full and it’s a dull pain, but it’s a good one, and the way all of your sounds fill taehyuns very expensive room.. it’s almost too good to be true. there is no way you just got all of this.

your legs tremble from the sheer pleasure you feel, the way they stretch you out in the best way possible, and how good they sound to you. you have to hold onto huening kai’s shoulders to keep yourself up, and he weakly laughs, thrusting into your core with a harsh pace. “can you not keep yourself up? huh? we fucked you stupid already?” kai taunts. “most of the other girls i use like this take it so much better than you did.. so needy but you can’t even take us? pathetic.” taehyun adds, a grin on his face, taking the opportunity to speed his pace up even more, and the way his hips snap into you, you swear it’s gonna leave a bruise.

“not gonna use that mouth to answer us? only gonna use it to make those useless whines?” kai says, tilting his head at you. you shake your head, eyes squeezed shut so you can try and focus, but it’s almost no use. his fingers trace your lip, “open” he commands, and you comply, opening your mouth, and his fingers reach to your fangs, pricking his own finger with them before he spits in your mouth, making you feel inexplicably weak. “swallow, you’re not gonna use your mouth for anything else, right? might as well.” he says, an evil grin forming on his face as he watches you squirm, swallowing his saliva.

”jesus— kai….” taehyun says, gripping your hips even tighter, whichll probably also leave bruises. “stay fucking still, yn.” he pulls your head back by your hair, making you look back at him. “didn’t do all of this just to have you be all whiny and squirm like you don’t like it, if you didn’t, you’d tell us, but instead your moaning like some needy slut.” he rolls his eyes, his tip starting to abuse the weak spot you have, making you let out a staccato scream of pleasure. “p-please!!! so close!!” you beg, just to get ignored, but they share a look, maybe, just maybeeee they’ll let you cum.

as you get even closer, your pleas become incoherent. they definitely fucked you stupid, but they’re finally gonna reward you. “you wanna cum, yn?” taehyun asks, still pounding you as fast as ever, as kai whines in pleasure too, he’s really so into this, too. “yes!! please, tyunnie!! please!!” you beg, leaning your head back so your eyes meet his. which moves him enough to sigh and groan. “okay.. you earned it, yn.” making kai snap his eyes open, finally getting to watch you unravel on his length, and that’s all you needed.

your climax hit you hard, cries of pleasure leave your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut, velvet walls fluttering around the two as they help you ride out your high, your release triggering theirs, loud groans and whimpers bouncing throughout the room as they paint your walls white.

they pull out of you, and you clench around nothing as their seed drips out of your core.

“oh, shit, taehyun your sheets are gonna be ruined.” kai says, trying to catch his breath slightly as he laughs.

“you don’t think i’ll just buy new ones?” he asks, and his tone is serious… you cannot with this man,

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖

happy october~ ♥ this is definitely one of my least fav works, but i hope you guys like it!

[oro-junestar]

some of my favorite pac-man headcanons i came up with back in my insane days,,

-in pac-man world, orson was extremely malnourished, being obsessed with staying inside toc-man all day, never getting any sunlight or sustenance (which is why he's so grey). after defeating him, pac-man made sure to spend plenty of time with him to help him recover back to a healthy state <3 -since funky apparently works for orson, at least in world 1, spunky works for kinky. as for what she does umm idk sits there and looks cute. also idk where funky was in world 3 either lol -also funky pilots toc-man in pac-man world rally while orson works on um um hes still fixing up the spectral realm i think -golvis and spooky long lost brothers !!!????!?? :O -also wandy is spooky's most devoted servant and is an absolutely deranged simp for him oh my god its insanity,. -orson and erwin are exes (CRACK SHIP OF THE CENTURY) -creepy (from the minecraft thingy) and glitchy (from pac-man 256) are bestiesss -pac tech is primitive compared to ghost tech (orson would burst into tears upon seeing professor pac's lab i think) -sue and sue (pac-man world 2) would absolutely get into arguments all the time and be yelling and crying and causing all sorts of drama. they are volatile they should never EVER be put in a room together -pac-man eated a bees once. it did NOT GO WELL. -orson is in the fuckin uhhh i forget the tech lab place from pac-man party because of course he is -sue is the mother of yum-yum -orange sue, pink sue, and purple sue are sisters. -the maze is a popular sport event. pac-man, blinky, inky, pinky, and clyde are the world champs, and then afterwards they like to go grab a coffee and like idk make love or something -tim went missing in the spectran realm and i guess somehow created the nether realm (ghostly adventures), and his cries for help can still be heard to this day (i forgot about this this goes hard as fuck) -if spunky and funky were in ghostly adventures theyd totlaly be fire and ice ghosts -orson and the purple janitor guy got married after cleaning up the outpost (CRACK SHIP OF THE CENTURY 2) -the whole shit with spunky running away and joining a criminal gang -the whole shit with the fucking ghost zombie blood fungus disease thing?? -just the whole shit in general this was all so wacky -the museum in pac-man world 3 is just orson's pathetic shrine to pac-man...he doesn't let him see it cause its too embarassinggggg he would laugh at him -pac-man loves reciting and explaining memes to orson. orson does the same back to him sometimes it's very annoying. -orson loves to startle pac-man sometimes. it's very annoying. -orson loves to ramble about his newest inventions to blinky. it's very intriguing and blinky loves hearing orson's soft voice while being petted by him ouh,, -orson apparently served in the military???woah. -there is a ghost witch who lives deep in banni who's mad that orson built his outpost directly above her home. rude. um i forget what she does about it -orson totally jams out to desert music -blinky likes to gently bite pac-man after giving him a kiss aww <3 -munchy isn't the only nickname blinky gives pac-man. munch-munch, cumball, fuckalicious...yeah it's awful. orson, AKA fluffybutt, knows all too well. -clyde needs frequent reassurance and affirmation or else he thinks he's not doing good enough :( -joey, paul, willy, and frankie run a bootleg games company together. joey is the CEO and does CEO stuff, paul manages finances, willy makes merchandise, and frankie programs the games (u get a cookie if u remember who those are)

[whitefangz]

sorry i need to overshare on tumblr dot com. nothing serious but it might be long so im putting it under a readmore

i started seeing a therapist in june and just stopped and i am not intending this to come across as anti therapy in any way but im like LASKJF idk. i need to tell somebody else about this. I contacted her in like mid May i think and i specifically sought her out bc she said she does cognitive behavioral therapy and ive read thats a good option for people dealing w my issues and started seeing her in june and like. The first couple of times were fine i honestly didnt really like it but everyone and their dog is always like ohhh it always kinda sucks at first and also i simply hate talking about my feelings etc so i expected that. fine whatever. anyway red flag number one was that she didnt seem to understand how insurance works at all and said i could just pay her on venmo. and i was like. Um ok. but she said i wouldnt need to for a couple weeks so i just left it alone. red flag number two is that one time she brought her enormous dog and it lunged at me and tried to bite me in the face. LASJKFG which to be honest. I almost walked out at that point and i mean she was very apologetic + usual dog owner "he never does that im so sorry!!!!!!" and removed him from the office but like Who fucking brings their horse sized dog to a therapy appt without asking if the person is ok with it. And like she was accredited and shit its not like i was going to see someone in their basement. i would ignore these if i thought her sessions were like remotely helpful but all she would do was like. Ask me about what i did and then tell me not to do that. Like i pace around the house a lot when im anxious. and she would be like well try not to do that. ok! see you next week. Like. Do you think ive not thought of that one. she also kept insisting that my phobia has to be like rooted in some kind of trauma or that its actually Secretly about being afraid of embarrassment and i would be like. i dont think its either of those things. and then she'd be like Ok well i don't really know how to help you :/ Which honestly idk. i was put off by her saying that repeatedly as is but then last week she just decided she was going to make me try exposure therapy which i told her before i don't want to do / don't feel ready to do right now. i just want to focus on managing the anxiety first. and she just like told me to do it anyway LJKFD idk. i emailed her to tell her i didnt want to continue and she was like that's ok. you might want to try EMDR therapy. btw you still ahve to pay me on venmo. and im just sitting here like 1) No i dont think i will need to try that and 2) I paid her thru my insurance like a normal person LASKJF like i dont know. i feel like i dodged a bullet or something. i'll try again someday but at this point im just happy to stop paying $20 a week for a woman to tell me to meditate. perhaps this is an uninteresting wall of text but if you read this far picture me shaking your hand. just a life update from me

[notoriousmasc]

i am. so curious pls tell me about ur beef with misfits and magic and acofaf

misfits and magic aired when i was more insecure about my sexuality than i am now and was pretty desperate to see a relationship like mine in media i loved. at the beginning i was genuinely convinced that there was gonna be something like that -- evan and jammer literally got, like, connected by the red thread of fate. i don't think it was a reach to assume that that was gonna be a romantic thing

then evan started dating the other PC that pretty much just like, fetishized his suffering and it wasn't really treated with the gravity i think it needed to have? they mentioned that it was kinda fucked up but they pretend that evan totally had a crush on them the whole time even though they spent 90% of their interactions with him biting their lip over the stuff that makes evan wanna die. the romance was shoehorned in in a way that i didn't enjoy, and after the fact there were so many fucking milennials talking about how Platonic Besties Why Can't We Talk About Male Friendship Dudes Rock evan and jammer were just made me hate the entire thing, even if my reasons aren't very valid

(also most of the NPCs were just really pretty boring and had the same personality (Snarky and/or Posh) with very few deviations. not much to really care about)

acofaf aired when i was more secure about my sexuality which i'm glad about because if it wasn't then i'd probably be on the news

it was a romance season but the romances were boring and the only male character who's into dudes pretty much just sleeps around and doesn't get into any serious stuff. in. the romance season. which is like that's chill ig, the character was played by lou so that's something at least. i think he dates that one guy by the end but i truly never finished it

aside from just being boring, this season also does one of the only things in D20 that i consider genuinely homophobic.

one of the main antagonists of the season is prince apollo, a character who's a fat bisexual dude. prince apollo, in this non-combat season, gets killed by one of the PCs.

EDIT: i initially remembered him as being killed mid coitus, but that wasn't actually correct. he was killed while receiving a "butt massage". which um. not MUCH better truth be told but still a BIT better

after being seduced by said PC. and it's like. it's treated like a whole bit. on the same level as the mice & murder finale. which um. like. come on dude that's like 2 steps away from some fucking hayes code shit jesus christ

the season was incredibly disappointing on that front, and now i have to deal with people being like "well, what about rue and hobb?" when i mention that D20 doesn't have enough male gay couples in it. despite rue very much not being a man

so like. idk. maybe im too much of a faggot for this shit

[solar-nightengale]

Finally, whichever prompt you want but you have to make one or more of your sillies interact with one or more of mine. Godspeed 💗

HELLO MY DEAREST!!! Sorry I know you started with a different one but all of these maaaaaay be getting completed in a different order NFBHR

Listen, I would say I weighed my options out but tbh the moment you said you weren't picky, this was my immediate pick LOL!! Though I DID have to weigh on who to have him interact with for a hot minute. Whether Chaos or >:) 😏😏

Either way I'm sorry to put your baby through the horrors once more, you know I adore him greatly, but also

1) Angst is my Life Blood

2) It's time to give him a different blue fairy as an example of how another really should have been acting until now :)

Idk how well your baby will be written so if his voice isn't working I'm very sorry

Hope you enjoy this uhhhh mess 💕💕💕💕 (sorry it got. Very long LOL)

shielding the other one with their body

To say she was surprised to feel something barrel into her was an understatement. Malvina was almost thrown off her feet at the strength of what caught her from behind, the blue-haired woman turning with a sharp retort waiting on her tongue. But that all quickly melted away the moment she realised it was not a something that shoved her; but a someone.

The boy stood up shakily, the woman wasting no time to hold her hands out and help him stand.

“Hey, you alright, dear? Are you hurt?” she asked quietly, stealing a breath at the clear skies staring back at her in the young boy's eyes. Though not the same, they were… similar, yes. And they held the same worry she would recognise from a mile away, already seeing the mounted apology brewing in his mind before he could even go to voice it.

“I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to shove you, ma'am!"

Malvina shook her head, dusting the boy's shoulders. "Don't fret in the least bit, okay? No one was hurt, it's fine." She gave him another smile but it was quick to wane on seeing the still etched-in worry on the boy's face. Though she kept her tone light as she spoke to him. "Why the rush? In a hurry to reach somewhere?" She asked curiously, watching as the boy's eyes widened again.

"Um-!"

"Pinocchio!"

Oh that was a shrill voice she'd recognise from anywhere.

Sure enough she saw Reul Ghorm in the flesh, in clothes she'd never seen her in before and striding towards them with a purpose. The hand she still had on the boy could feel him growing stiff, Pinocchio ready to bolt at any moment and yet he seemed frozen as though a deer caught in headlights.

Malvina didn't need to know anything else to realise just who had caused him this much grief. She didn't need the whys or how's or what's. If she was any similar to what she knew in her own realm… Gods, is this someone he can never escape?

Her eyes narrowed her hand still on his shoulder as she straightened up, pulling the boy Immediately behind her the moment the brunette reached them.

"Can I help you, miss?" She asked with the coldness of a polar icecap, watching calmly as Blue finally reached them.

"I need to speak with him." The Blue Fairy stated, straightening up in the process.

Malvina, with her hand still held out behind her to keep the boy back, huffed quietly. "With a tone like that? I don't think so."

"Pinocchio, step out from behind the lady this instant." The Fairy asked, Malvina stiffening herself under the scrutiny she was showing.

Seems that hasn't changed around here.

"He will not. And you won't be issuing the demands here either." Malvina continued, as she stepped a touch closer. "Just what horror has a boy like this committed that you felt it was right to yell at him like this?

"That is none of your-"

"It becomes my business the moment it involves a child being in your particular company." Mavina interrupted, biting back a grin at the indiginant glare that took over what calm the fairy previously had on.

"How dare you-"

"Yes, how dare I indeed. May I remind you that it is your duty to guide the children of this world and not break them over every whim and wrong, Blue. Is this something you of all people needed to be told about?" Malvina continued, her words unwavering as solid oak, despite the growing flame in front of her.

"I don't know what story he's spun for you already but you have no reason to get involved." Blue proclaimed, Malvina allowing herself the desire to scoff.

"He doesn't need to tell me any story or half-truths even, it's always been issues with you in particular." She quipped, smirking at the fae's continued annoyance. "Has he already worked to make amends?"

"He-

"It's a simple yes or no question you don't need to give me more than a single word as an answer."

Blue bristled, glancing around at the boy still behind the other. "No. No he has not."

Malvina nodded glancing back down at the boy still behind her. "Prok-Pinocchio?" She corrected herself, seeing the boy look up. "What does one usually say when they've made a mistake?"

His eyes were on the ground again, Malvina watching with sympathy as he wrung his hands together. "I'm sorry. It was only an accident I-I didn't mean to break it."

"You should be well aware about how-"

"That's enough." Malvina whipped around and shot back.

"Miss, this boy-"

"I said back off, Reul Ghorm!" The Fae demanded a little louder, her lips forming a thing line as she glared up at the fairy. "You do not need to lecture him any further. Kindly take your leave."

The women stared off, one looming over the other. But Malvina couldn't bring herself to care. She was never bothered about her defiance, especially when this bitch was involved. So she stood, squared shoulders up and head raised higher, an unrelenting shield against whatever the woman may still try to throw their way. The Blue Fairy stepped back, the anger still prominent but lessening.

"Geppetto will be hearing of this. As well the Sheriff." She glared back at Malvina before walking away.

"And I'm sure both will be delighted to hear how you tried to take your emotions out on him so publicly." Malvina called back, uncaring about the look she was shot. She watched on until the fairy left, letting herself relax at last.

"I'm really sorry about this."

She looked down as Pinocchio spoke once more. The ocean was once more turbulent, a sight she was all too familiar with as she crouched down once more, giving the boy another smile once more.

"You don't have to apologise to me, dear. And I'm sure whatever it is that happened didn't warrant such a reaction from her."

"You don't really know that." He commented, the boy looking up at her.

"Well then, call it my intuition instead." She held the smile again as she spoke, her eyes warm and quiet. "And again, my intuition tells me that nothing warrants such hostility."

"It was some garden statue or something, but it was an accident, I-I swear!" He exclaimed.

"I believe you. And again, I tell you, it's okay." She tilted her head a touch, trying to catch the boy's gaze. "Chin up, little sunflower, there's nothing to be upset about. What's broken can still be fixed." She pointed out, her smile widening at the curious look the boy gave her. She waved her hand, watching the stardust form and fall. He looked on in wonder, eliciting a chuckle from the woman. "So how about you show me what it is that happened and we go do exactly that?"

[penguin--person]

🖊️+ Alík

-Nonymous. Shocking.

>:) death blood blood death murder death blood

above all else, alík is an anomaly. an animaly, you could say! she has animalistic/wolf wants and needs, some of which being, she needs to run around. needs enrichment in her enclosure. if she doesn't get it, she stresses out and goes wolf mode, over a period of time. given her place at the facility, it's easy for her to stress out even if the facility gives her enrichment, because it's usually not enough. it's enough to keep her from going full on wolf, but not enough to keep her content. thus, she is often easily irritable. the few mutants she comes in contact with don't want to hang out with her bc of that.

still, that doesn't mean alík is all bark, all bite. wolves are still silly guys. goofs. she yearns for a connection with someone that would accept her as she is. she, um, doesn't completely find that with sanya. but she still accepts it wholeheartedly, because, she loves sanya. she has so much love in her heart.

some of that love goes to zt!

zt001-058, zombie mutation type, was zt002 at the time of The Incident (he's 8 in the doodle, alík is 13 - shes 003) his father primary handler, petro volkov, is very protective of him, and also due to his mutation, he didn't hang out with many other mutants. doesn't have anyone he'd call a friend other than volkov. and alík.

zt doesnt have the brain parts to be afraid of alík. it's not that he loves her presence, or that he even loves her, he Doesn't have the Brain Parts for that (or at the very least theyre not working like they should), it's just that he doesn't mind her. he doesn't dislike her, though, even if she's just another sinner in his eyes. in another life, were he not so mutated, they'd be good friends i think, really. back to alík!

they were buddies for like.. 2 years maybe? 2 years directly, maybe they saw each other sometimes before that. most of their hanging out consists of alík gossiping to him about the scientists, complaining, talking about whatever comes to her mind. zt replies with the ocassional "hm", "oh", or "mm". alík doesnt mind. you know why? she's got a buddy!!!

but, in late august of 2012, it all changed.. as mentioned before, alík needs enrichment. she needs to get her zoomies out. so. in that late august, maybe she wasn't getting enough enrichment. maybe they weren't feeding her enough. maybe she was provoked. a big part of it was prey drive, but, had the facility been taking better care of her, had they paid more attention to her, seen that she was turning wolfy, maybe they'd have prevented her from attacking zt.

that's right!!! they're just hanging out, in silence for once, and alíks just focusing on not going wolf mode. she's hungry, maybe, and zt is sitting there right next to her. he's quiet. he's slow. he doesn't pay much attention to the world around him. she could easily hunt him down and eat him. 'hunt him down' meaning, jump at him and bite at him. so she does.

the scientists manage to seperate them before zt dies, but, he does suffer from big ol blood loss. alík maybe gets shot idk. but she's fineeee shes ok. dw. she just gets the status of AT004. and umm she gets removed from all the other mutants. she gets even less enrichment from before and they treat her like a dog for realsies now. yea she doesn't even meet him again. yea no for all she knows she killed her only friend, the scientists didn't tell her what ended up happening. mhm. shes normal about it

[msm-tsotmw]

5/24/20XX

So… it’s two days after Awdajeeo and I found out he was the son of 2 Celestials. Yeah. And, uh, I still haven’t told the others tha-

(Mauna opens the door to the Castle room where the crew is staying. She is clutching a folded piece of paper in her hand, and looks… confused. Very, very confused with a hint of sad.)

Oh. Hey, Mauna.

… Sprigg .

…Huh? Why are you speaking in that tone of voice?

… Here .

(Mauna gives Sprigg the piece of paper.)

Take this to Awdajeeo .

…Okay???

… I will see you near the Bass String Bridge when you are done .

….Alright. If you say so.

(Sprigg leaves the mostly empty Castle, as all of the Faerie Monsters, plus the rest of the TSOTMW crew, are off doing… stuff, I don’t know. Mauna leaves, too, and heads for the Bass String Bridge.)

Awdajeeo? Hello?

bark bark?

Oh. Avani. Hey, uh, do you know where Awdajeeo is? I have to give him this… piece of paper.

bark bark bark!

(Avani runs off towards a circle of tree stumps, surrounded by mushrooms.)

Hey! Wait up, I’m not a fast runner!

(Avani slows her pace and plops down next to the stump where Awdajeeo is sitting. He is tuning a mandolin with some slight bite marks on it, presumably from the Stogg puppy. He notices Sprigg walking towards him and quickly puts it down.)

oh, hey sprigg! what are you doing here?

…Uh.

(Sprigg hands Awdajeeo the sheet of paper.)

Mauna told me to give this to you.

ooh, what’s it for?

I’m assuming… you know what, nevermind. Just read it.

alright.

(Awdajeeo opens the piece of paper up. What he reads is…. surprising.)

~~~~~~

~~𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝒮𝑜𝓃~~

𝒜𝓌𝒹𝒶𝒿𝑒𝑒𝑜, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓂. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈, 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒… 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓇. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈! 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝓊𝓃. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒. 𝒲𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇.

~𝒮

(And that is where the ink starts to smear.)

~~~~~~

…

…uh…

(Awdajeeo starts to wipe a tear from one of their eyes. Avani comes and licks them on the face.)

…Wow. Wow, uh…

sprigg, are you crying?

No! No, uh… who the fuck is cutting onions around here?!

(For some reason, Mondo is sitting on another tree stump, cutting onions. Literally.)

uh

hey sprigg

hey awdajeeo

hey weird stogg thing

grrrrrr….

eh heh

Where the fuck did you get a bunch of onions and a cutting board??

uh

(Mondo throws the onions, the knife, and the cutting board off of the Island like nothing ever happened.)

idk

anyways mauna told me to come get you guys cos she wanted to say a few things

…Alright. Take us to her.

(Awdajeeo, Avani, and Sprigg follow Mondo to the Bass String Bridge, where Toorie and Flitz are trying their best to talk to Mauna.)

Besides , The Letter Wasn’t For You Anyway ! There’s No Need To Feel So Sad .

uh… what it said, yeah!

But the letter is from over a hundred years ago .

Yeah ! It’s Outdated .

Scaratar never got to actually say goodbye to Awdajeeo , only through a simple letter …

Oh

Uhhhhhhhh

damn..

(The girls sit in silence.)

… Oh , Look ! Sprigg , Mondo , Awdajeeo , And Avani Are Coming Our Way !

hey, everyone!

whats going on with mauna

oh, uh, she… er, um…

IT WAS NOT FAIR !

(Mauna starts sobbing, and the others feel a wave of sadness rush over.)

WHA- WHAT HAPPENED??

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE CRAWFORD JUST SHOWED ME THE SADDEST FUCKING TELENOVELA AND I GOT ATTACHED TO A CHARACTER AND NOW THEY’RE DEAD AND SUDDENLY I WANT TO FUCKING SOB MY EYES OUT?!?!

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT IDFK

toorie, are you… crying??

Huh , What ? No !

My - My Eyes Are Just Sweating , That’s All !

but eyes don’t sweat, Toorie..

… They Don’t ?

i… uh…

*whiiiine*

(Mauna eventually stops crying and wipes her eyes. The others do so too.)

ugh… uh… what was that?!

I … do not know .

The letter I translated had saddened me to the point where I started sobbing out loud , and …

…

…Wait, remember when Avani went missing, then Mauna just told a very panicked Awdajeeo to calm down, then he, uh, suddenly calmed down?

Uh … Yeah ?

Maybe it’s the same for whatever the fuck happened here…

Hm .

(Everyone sits in a circle of silence for a few seconds.)

… Anyways , To Lighten The Mood A Little , Do You Guys Wanna Go Get Some Pizza At The Bakery ?

yea that sounds nice

Mhm.

sure!!

of course! hey, i know a patch of some REALLY tasty mushrooms by the castle.

maybe we should go get some from there and put it on the pizza!

wait you can put mushrooms on pizza

Um, yeah. Almost every Monster does that.

sorry uhh

mushrooms dont really grow on cold island

Oh. Okay. Anyways, uh… let’s go get these mushrooms. And pizza.

Yay !

woohoo!!

follow me, everyone!

… What is this “pizza” dish you speak of ?

(Sprigg faceleafs.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

that’s right. mauna doesn’t fuckin know what pizza is because she was trapped in amber for decades

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[linkware]

Today i got a meeting bc my numbers were low for a second day in a row and when i mentioned that id probably be faster if i wasnt experiencing A Pain in my body and he mentioned that i could go home but itd be another occurance and then said "the two excuses i hear the most are pain and the freight being bad, and from the looks of it youre fine and the freight is too" like im sorry i havent had a period in 6 months and i think my uterus is trying to invert itself inside of my body. Be nice to me before i explicitly describe what that feels like in detail to you and we both have to go to HR about it!!! But switching happened after to handle the Emotions and i asked him to do a random safety audit on me without telling me and i passed just fine so he said as long as i keep a steady pace through the night like i did when he audited ill be fine and we got the number back higher.

I still have to think about my job as a combination of school and salmon run to survive it but whatever works for me i guess. Have to be here i go on break when they tell me and i have to meet a quota.

I get praise if i meet it and a passive agressive talking to if i dont. This is so mr grizz coded. Also its stupid to expect 100% productivity when you, yourself, said that it takes roughly 6 weeks to get your body adjusted to the constant movement and ive been here for FOUR. And only 2 weeks actually doing things in my area hands on. Which is 7 days bc i havent worked tomorrow. Thays bananas and i think its silly so idc.

Also the rule that "if you need to rearrange a box so it fits then you packed it too full" is really stupid and i dont follow it because if i have a big cardboard box sitting on all of the smaller ones it wont fit but if i just move everything on top of it its fine. It literally takes less time than closing a partially full box bc that takes me longer than just dumping the box onto the line, putting the big item in, then putting stuff back ontop AND THEN closing the box. I can easily put more in this box without going over the handle. You want me to make a wasted movement to prevent a different one. I am very proud of my ability to follow rules unless they are stupid and no one can give me a better answer than "um its just the rules" like. Okay then unless its like some actual problem im gonna keep doing it suck my peanits.

I am also considering just giving myself a lunch budget for the workweek instead of prepping lunch bc i actually cannot handle doing the dishes during the week bc before work and after work is my only free time </3 i dont want to touch something gross or wet </3 ill do the trash or sweep or clean A Surface but dishes is no so tomorrow morning im gonna knock them out so i can enjoy the weekend and stuff cuz im gonna cook alot of tomato and feta to freeze sauce abd i can sense the dishes already

Overall today was mid. Again. And one of my coworkers i thought was nice put his two weeks in but i figured hed prolly get fired soon cause hes taken off more than hes worked so hes def out of PTO and u only get two absences/occurances in ur 90 day/orange vest (im at 1 out of 2 en and im scared idk how he does it) and his brother bit the snot out of his arm and left a huge bite wound while on meth and he lost custody (tbf his apartment is getting demolished due to rain damage... but from what he said he shouldve gotten it instead but im a bystabder in all of this. I hope the kid has a nice life she doesnt deserve to be between the drama her parents have)

I think is freakeng weed time bc im sooo emotions still. And i have an edible for edible + park tome so im Considering tomorrow taking it and going to the park around 5 am for a Magical Time with the sunrise

[emilzke]

𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ₊˚⊹

I’m making this so I can keep track and hopefully for some of you to see what you’re interested in. These aren’t all of my WIPs & I can’t guarantee all of them will be finished soon (or ever💀). Although if there is some interest, I’ll try to prioritise those.

Unnamed WIP (Bela Dimitrescu x fem!Reader)

smut NSFW — where you, a maid, get punished for your growing intrigue into the Dimitrescu family.

Contains: blood, knife play, slight degradation, fingering, cunnilingus.

✉️ Status: about 60% done

Veins of Intimacy (Alucard/Adrian Tepes x Reader)

fluff, smut NSFW — With the last rays of the setting sun before darkness, your enjoyment of a tranquil and peaceful moment of watching the sunset with your dhamphir lover gets interrupted with the emergence of a hidden desire. A desire for intimacy that transcends simple bloodlust or the need to protect leaves you both with unspoken words.

Contains: blood/biting (vampire stuff), body worship, etc.

✉️ Status: Pt 1 is now recently up on ao3 and here now. Outlining for pt 2.

In All Devotion (knight!Leon Kennedy x princess fem!Reader)

multi chapter with pretty much everything when it gets going. Inspired by game of thrones partly (the vibes ig lol)

The prince’s ascension to the throne is all anyone in the kingdom can talk about, however, there are dark rumours spreading… and a princess touring the ever-growing dangerous kingdom will need her protection. Even more so when a disaster occurs that forces her into a life she did not want nor expect.

In the meantime of waiting, you can check out my playlist and pinterest board for this fic too if you’d like :)

✉️ Status: outlining chapters booo

Sacrifice (vampire!Ethan Winters x fem!Reader)

This one also has pretty much everything apart from smut (which is yet to be decided tbh). Might be a multi-chapter fic or just a rlly long one-shot. 1900s ish idk it suits vampires better. Inspired by the song Sacrifice by London After Midnight kinda. I also have a playlist for this

Your family and doctor have sent you to the seaside to better your health and after a lot of protesting, you go alone. With no direction in life and fear of healing, a man staying in the same hotel as you catches your eye for his… strange appearance, habits, and behaviour.

✉️ Status: brainstorming still booo but I have the most pull to this rn who knows

The Time of Possibility (Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader)

A two-chapter work. fluff?, smut NSFW. 1920s bc vibes. I also have a playlist and pinterest board for this fic too

Part 1: Art Deco (inspired by the lyrics to Art Deco by Lana Del Rey) Part 2: Young and Beautiful (inspired by the lyrics to Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey).

Part 1: After a heartbreaking setback to your one goal of becoming a performer, a polite man working for the government in dangerous business is willing to lend an ear for your troubles as you both take respite from the roar of the party.

✉️ Status: part 1 is about 50% done

Unnamed WIP (goth!Mikasa Ackerman x fem!Reader)

smut NSFW, college au — Your friend invites you over for a movie night alone which forces you to confront your feelings for her… which are not as simple as wanting to be better friends with her. With the movie showing and the glances she gives you, you have a feeling she wants to be more than friends too (this summary sucks)

✉️ Status: about 40% done

Unnamed WIP (Leon Kennedy x elf!Reader)

fluff, angst — inspired by Aragorn and Arwen from the Lord of the Rings.

A mortal man and an elf who will live for eternity. Leon has a duty to protect others, to engage in the fight against monsters who will destroy everything humans hold dear… even if it means his death. But you would rather live one happy lifetime with him than live multiple, alone and grieving, without him. Your choice is clear.

✉️ Status: um idk it has already got put on the back burner help

Just a reminder that if you’re interested in my writing, AO3 is a better place to check if I have posted a new fic. Thank you!

© emilzke : please do not copy, translate, or repost my works.

[buckyalpine]

Craving

18+

Mob!Steve x f reader x Bodyguard!Bucky

Remember this filth - Just a Taste? 

This is sort of a prequel but you can read this as a standalone as well. IDK why I felt the need to do this, y’all asked for a part 2 and instead I went a step back. 

Warnings: SMUT F masturbation, fucking, dom freaky steve, breeding kink degrading, dirty talking, so much of it 

More here:

Satisfied 

-

Steve quietly padded up the stairs, stopping as soon as he reached the top, soft needy whimpers carrying down the hall. He smiled to himself, picturing his perfect angel spread out on their bed with her hands between her legs thinking about hi-

“Oh Bucky!” 

Steve froze before opening the door, not making a sound, unsure if he heard correctly.

“Please-please J-James!” 

Oh. 

His cock twitched as he quietly went inside, pink lips curling into a smirk seeing you splayed out on top of the sheets, your head thrown back, chest heaving. You bit down on your finger to keep your voice down but it clearly did nothing. The tightness in Steve’s pants became unbearable, the sweet scent of your arousal filling the room. Your eyes shot open at the sound of his pants unzipping, your husband standing at the foot of your bed, his cock standing tall and proud, precum already beading at the tip. You pulled your hand away, squeaking, unable to meet Steve’s eyes, hearing a low growl emitting from his chest. 

“How pretty, why’d you stop princess” He smirked, cocking his head to the side while your body felt like it was lit on fire, squeezing your thighs together, “Don’t stop just because I’m here baby, you sounded like you were close”

You whimpered while he crawled onto the bed, his heavy cock bobbing between his legs, his warm breath fanning against your face. He sat back on his heels, grabbing your knees and shoving them apart, groaning at the way your pussy glistened, the white creamy mess a clear indication of how long you had been playing with yourself. 

“Did you get curious baby, was that it? Your little imagination running wild when daddy isn’t around?” He kept your legs apart, biting his lips while you nodded, something about getting caught making your more wet than before. “So tell me my love, tell me exactly what you were thinking of”

You were still in shock over the fact that your husband had walked in on you thinking about your bodyguard, a fantasy you tried to desperately keep a secret. Though Steve enjoyed your shy squirming, his cock ached, needing to know every single dirty thought you dreamed of. 

“I said tell me, princess” His eyes bore into you while you continued to remain silent, struggling to form a coherent thought. 

“I-I-um-DADDY” You squealed as Steve's palm met your throbbing cunt, slapping your pulsating clit, shaking his head. 

“I said tell me sweets, I wanna know exactly what you dream about when you’re not thinking about your husband” 

“About his cock” You whispered while Steve hummed, dragging his fingers through your folds, smearing around your slick. 

“What about his cock princess, how do you think it’d look my pretty baby, describe what you imagine” He purposely avoided where you needed him most, drawling circles around your clit without actually touching it and teasing your entrance without pushing his fingers in. 

“B-Big, thick” You swallowed thickly, peeking up at him through your lashes, trailing your gaze down to his nearly purple tip. You let out a whine when he teased you again, your hips raising up the chase more of his touch. “Pretty cock” 

You just knew he’d have a perfect cock, a pink tip you’d suckle on, long and thick you’d gag and cry trying to fit all of him in your mouth. His balls would hang heavy, swinging and hitting your chin, tapping your clit, full of cum if he ever got a chance to shove it in-

“Aww, you’re so needy angel, you think his cock is pretty baby? Nice big fat pretty cock?”

“So pretty daddy” You threw your head back, moaning as Steve swiped across your clit, rubbing you before pulling his hand away again. 

“You think he’d be bigger than me baby?” There was a growl in his voice, precum dribbling down his shaft, licking his fingers clean, throbbing at your taste. 

“Not bigger than daddy” You shook your head, letting out a needy whimper as your husband started to toy with your clit again, his other hand coming down to stroke himself. 

“Hmm, you love daddy’s huge cock, don’t you princess. You think my best friend has a thick fat cock? You wanna suck on his heavy balls sweets? Help him empty them, make his dick feel so good” 

You couldn’t take it anymore, your hand flying to rub away at the ache that was screaming between your legs. Steve grinned, watching you lose yourself, furiously rubbing your bud at the thought of fucking Bucky. He gripped the base of his cock, tugging at his balls while your moans got louder, bringing yourself higher and higher. 

“I wanna suck him, daddy!” 

“Look at you, rubbing your little button, playing with yourself when daddy isn’t around, you lil button needed attention from my bestfriend? Is that it baby? You wanna suck my bestfriends cock? You wanna open that slutty little mouth and take him down your throat? Hear how he moans when he gets a taste of that silky tongue?”

“How are you gonna suck him princess, show me” Steve threw his clothes off before he sat against the headboard, beckoning for you to position yourself between his legs. 

“Like this” You whispered as you laid in front of Steve to take his cock in your mouth, your ass in the air. You gagged and choked, letting his tip his the back of your throat, tears brimming your lash line. You moaned at the taste of his precum, rolling his balls in your hand while swirling your tongue around the head, making a mess all over his crotch. 

“God, you filthy nasty slut, that’s it, show me how you’d suck his cock baby, show me how you’d make him feel good” Steve threw his head back, bringing his hand to push your head down, thrusting his hips up into your mouth. Your throat constricted, making him nearly whine, his full balls desperate to fill your mouth. “Fuck this, come here-”

He shoved you off, manhandling you till you were face down, ass up, his hand pressed on your back to keep you down. His cock prodded your entrance, letting out a dark chuckle when you wiggled your hips, begging for him to fuck you. 

“Need it daddy, please!” 

“You need me or need him baby, hm?”

“Both” 

That did it. Steve shoved his cock into you without warning, setting in a brutal pace while you screamed with pleasure, his hips snapping against your ass. Your hands scrambled to hold onto something to keep from slipping from how hard your husband was fucking you, his moans and grunts making your cunt throb. 

“Yeah baby? You gonna take his cock? You gonna make him cum? Get him fuckin’ whipped and needy for this perfect tight little cunt? S’what you did to daddy sweets, you got daddy so fucked up with your perfect pussy” Steve slammed into you, gripping your hair and pulling you back, holding you against his chest, panting against your ear. “I’ll give you what you want baby, let him have a taste, taste this fuckin’ heaven I get to have everyday”

“Daddy!! Daddy gonna-gonna cu-

“Do it, fucking do it now, cum thinking about his cock while I fuck you, cum with my fucking cock in your pussy baby, c’mon, give it to me, give it to us you little fuckin slut, cream all over daddy”

Steve started to play with your clit causing your orgasm to barrel towards you. You screamed, molten white pleasure consuming you, gripping Steve’s cock, desperate to milk him for every drop hes worth. 

“Gonna make daddy cum baby, can’t believe you got me horny thinking about you taking another mans cock, fuck have you done to me baby?”

“My little slut is such a cock hungry whore, shoud’ve-fuck, I can’t hold it-should’ve known, huh? Such an innocent baby would be such a low key freaky whore. Can’t even control herself, masturbating and rubbing herself like a bitch in head in her husbands bed thinking about another man” 

His pace grew sloppy, the bed shaking with how hard he was fucking you, unable to hold off much longer. You whined, your arms clinging onto him while he pounded into you like a fuckdoll. 

“He’s gonna want more after he gets a taste, y’know that? Fuck you like that huh, can feel you milking my cock baby, you want him that bad? You want me to watch baby? I wanna see your pretty face when he ruins you, wanna see his cock slip in and out of this pussy. I’ll give you everything you want princess, daddy’s gonna give you everything you want, m’gonna cum in your pussy baby, fill it up nice and you’re gonna take it, God-I can’t-fuck-fuck-m’gonna cummm- FUUCKK” Steve wrapped his arms tightly around you, moaning loudly into the crook of your neck, his cum spilling out of you, down his balls and onto the sheets. 

You moaned with him, limp in his arms while he rolled and grinded his hips deep into your cunt, making sure he filled you up all the way, his balls throbbing each time you clenched around him. He hissed as he pulled out, helping you to lie down on the silky sheets, grabbing a soft cloth to clean you up. He joined you in bed, wrapping an arm around you, bringing you to his chest, smirking at how ethereal and angelic you always looked after you got your brains fucked out. 

“Just wait till he gets a taste” Steve murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead while you fell asleep. He was going to have so much fun.  

After all, he’d heard his bestfriend moan for his wife when he thought he was alone. 

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