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excelsi-or · 7 months

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summoned (pt. 7)

Hi everyone :D I'm determined to finish posting this story by the end of October. I'm in a transitionary period right now, so I have time to do this. Love yous. Hope you're all staying well xx Also, just in case some of you read your fics on AO3 more often (like I do), I'm also posting this one on AO3 (All my other stories are there as well.)

pairing: woozi x fem!reader/fem!OC

w.c. 1.8k

"When you told me this morning your mother was a demon, you failed to mention she was the right-hand demon," Jihoon accuses.

She packs her book into her bag, as she gets up from the tree swing her father had put up after the first time she'd walked out of a conversation. She used it infrequently for the purposes of storming out on her parents, instead using it as a place to think.

Now, she shrugs. "If you haven't realized, there are a lot of things about my parents that I don't want to know about."

"I think we should speak with your father," Seokmin says. He can feel a fight brewing, and his brain is still struggling to catch up.

"I know." She glances at Jihoon, as they walk towards the car. "You might have to stay outside. Mom doesn't like angels, but Dad hates demons."

"How in the world did they even have the ability to fall in love with all these preconceived biases?" Seokmin wonders.

They climb back into the car, and she types her father's bookstore address into the GPS. The way Jihoon drives, it'll take a minute or two to get there. They could have walked, but Jihoon would have huffed the whole way and Seokmin tends to struggle keeping both feet on the ground.

Once they arrive at her father's corner bookstore, she tells Jihoon to stay put.

"I—"

"Do you really want to come in with me?" She's already halfway out of his car. "My dad will automatically assume we're dating."

Jihoon's brow furrows at this seemingly non-sequitur. "What?"

"No way I'm dating an angel." With a hand from Seokmin, she gets to her feet. "My parents are just as apprehensive about who I bring home as Hansol. So, please," she meets his eye to let her know she's serious, "stay here."

Seokmin trails after her and is surprised at how many books are crammed inside the corner store. Every perimeter wall is covered in books. More standalone bookshelves taper in towards the center of the room, where a skylight clearly highlights a man dressed in white linen. A man who must be her father. And is clearly in the middle of doing something.

"Dad?"

The man looks up and grins. "Your mother called me. She said you were bringing friends to see me." The smile on his face brightens further as he recognizes Seokmin. "An angel." He peers over their shoulder, looking for the reason why his partner pluralized the word 'friend'.

"The other friend is in the car," she says as way of explanation. "This is my dad, Tin. He'll forget to introduce himself." With a lazy wave of her hand, already walking off to wander her father's stacks, she says, "Seokmin wanted to talk to you."

The angels immediately hit the ground running, bypassing pleasantries and exchanging notes on human and angel interaction. Seokmin peppers Tin with questions about his meetings with Gabriel.

She wanders the aisles, looking through the additions her father's acquired since the last time she'd visited. Regardless of where she is in the store, she can hear the conversation. So, she can hear Seokmin setting up a platform for his ultimate question.

"Have you heard any chatter about a demon revolt?" Seokmin finally asks.

Her father goes silent. She peers around one of the bookshelves. Her father stares down at the top of the counter. It's a recognizable move for those that knew the angel: his thinking pose. His 'I'm considering making up excuses' pose.

"You've met Xero, so you know that she's a demon."

'Yes." Seokmin doesn't bother to add that simply calling Xero a demon brushes over the fact that she was a high-ranking demon before she and Tin had a child. And he has plenty of questions as to how Tin had managed that.

"For the sake of peace, we tend to leave the house or go to different floors when we have particular guests over."

"Like if Gabe came to visit you," Seokmin guesses.

Tin's daughter is actually surprised he's not omitting more.

Maybe her father knows she can hear them and is probably listening. Or maybe he doesn't lie to angels. She's never actually seen him interact with other angels, usually taking his business out of the house unlike her mother.

"Exactly. I tend to bring angels here," her father agrees. "But... I may have heard my wife mention something about bodies and possession. I didn't say anything, because I wasn't entirely sure. I know she's made her deals to be with me; we both have."

Seokmin nods his head. Both he and his friend are wondering if either angel or demon regretted the deals they'd made.

"I haven't mentioned it to Gabe, because frankly..." Her father looks around the store, and she ducks back behind the shelves out of view. "My daughter isn't going to live for millennia."

"You want to see her live to the end. Before the Final Day," Seokmin reasons.

"Exactly. If I were to tell any angel, other than you, that I had heard something?"

"Heaven would rain down."

"So, I didn't say anything."

"Well, we're working at trying to stop whatever it is the demons are doing."

Her father's voice quiets further. "It's not just the demons."

Her brow furrows at this. That's the first time she's heard anything of the like. But her father seems to think Seokmin doesn't know about it either.

"Haven't you noticed the increase in natural disasters? That coincide with the increase in human rights activism?" Tin prompts.

"Yes." Seokmin's already very full brain is trying to process this new piece of information. Luckily, it doesn't take more prompting or a hundred years for it to dawn on him. "Human rights activism cleanses peoples' souls, and the increase in natural disasters will wipe them out eventually when they can't shelter themselves enough."

"It's something that Gabe, Luke, and Michael mentioned to me a while back and we had discussed it. I said that maybe if we started slow, it'd be enough to keep the demons from noticing. And the humans from stirring up too much trouble to alert them."

She presses her forehead against the nearest shelf, trying her hardest not to just knock herself unconscious so she doesn't need to deal anymore.

"Obviously, natural disasters are natural because they're a reaction from climate change now. We've only just helped it along, but if humans are able to get a hold of climate change in time," Tin shrugs, "who knows?"

She knows her father's views on climate change. His usual song is: "Humans are idiots. Why aren't they doing anything about it it? Don't they have any self-preservation skills?"

Seokmin hums. "That's a fair, but currently unlikely, hope."

"As long as my daughter is alive, I'd rather that the Final Day was held off."

"Right."

Tin, seemingly satisfied with what he'd shared, calls out. "You can come out now, anghel."

She joins them and looks between Seokmin and her father. Then she kisses her father's cheek. "I'll come for dinner soon."

Her father hugs her to his side to kiss the top of her head. "Please. And bring your friends along. I miss Hansol and Seungkwan. I'll make them more puto."

She chuckles. Hansol's the only human she's ever brought home that her mom tolerates. But her father adored Seungkwan ever since he devoured all the puto last time with gusto and praise. "Yes, I'll let them know. Love you. Remind Mom for me."

Jihoon has his eyes closed when they return to the car. "So?"

"We have more problems than I thought," Seokmin announces once he's slammed the door behind him.

Jihoon looks over his shoulder, a disapproving look on his face.

Seokmin rolls his eyes. "The car? Seriously? This world could be ending and that's what you care about?"

"What do you mean?"

Seokmin explains the conversation with Tin. And Jihoon sighs loudly in response.

When he looks over at the human, she's staring out the window, no comments. Jihoon's brow furrows, and he exchanges looks with Seokmin. The angel only shrugs in response.

"I gotta get to work," Seokmin says. "You can drop me off there."

Once they're alone in the car after dropping Seokmin off, Jihoon states, "You're being quiet."

"Hmm?" She hadn't said anything the entire way to Seokmin's work. "Uh, yeah."

"For someone with demon blood, you're not a good liar."

This gets a small smile, and then she turns back out the window. "Mm."

"Nothing? Something must be wrong." With that, he lets the conversation go.

Instead, Jihoon starts coming up with a list of things he needs to do to move this sudden project forward. But the actual methodology of how to stop what's happening is not coming to him. He does know the first step on his list is to go to the hospital and see what's going on. Jihoon didn't get the name of the hospital from Xero, but he did see a list of phone numbers of places located on the human's fridge.

It must be there.

The human seems responsible enough for that.

They walk through her apartment door in continuous silence. Immediately, she sits at her drawing desk. Jihoon recognizes the sound of pencil on paper and figures the human won't talk until she's ready.

So, he checks the fridge. Sure enough, the hospital name is listed as the last contact.

Jihoon picks her phone up off her desk and tries to open it. When it doesn't, Jihoon hands the phone to her. "Open."

She does so without thinking.

Jihoon doesn't bother searching for a map, as he knows this little device has one. He wills the app to the forefront of the screen and opens it. It takes him a little while to type in the name of the hospital, but he gets there in the end.

The demon is about to ask her address but accidentally zooms out. It takes him another few attempts to figure out how he did it, but once he does, he zooms out to see a little blue blip.

Your location.

According to the app, it takes about an hour to get to the hospital.

The human is hunched over the desk. The sound of her pencil scratching along paper is furious. He's surprised she's not tearing through the paper.

Curious, Jihoon peeks over her shoulder. He lifts an eyebrow. There are sketches of faces and buildings, mixes between angels and demons. He recognizes Linnaeus. He even recognizes Gabriel, the one angel that comes to visit Hell every so often.

Jihoon backs away, deciding to leave her to it. He can't really leave without her anyway. So, the demon plucks a young adult romance shelf that he hasn't read yet and stretches himself out on the couch to wait.

part 8

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #lee jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #svt #woozi #lee jihoon #woozi fic

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luoisalunitic · 3 months

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so like I have the urge to share all my HK human AU headcanons

Hollow Knight human au things

One: Long hair means great loyalty, those with short hair aren’t as great as others

2: vessels can talk, they choose not to though

3: Pale King has albinism, hence why he has light skin and white hair

4: both Monomon and Quirrel are immigrants from a far away country

5: Hornets hair is really poofy because of her mothers hair

6: Radiance has a mortal form so she can walk around in the mortals

7: White Lady used to fight, but put her down her weapon when marrying the Pale King

8: Lost Kin was adopted by Oro (no evidence, let me have this)

9: Sheo and Nailsmith are married

10: Grey Mourner didn’t cut her hair so it’s long asf

11: Cloth, Quirrel, and Tiso are that one friend group where we have the happy, the smart, and the hot headed

12: Grimm and PK knew each other once

13: All vessels have the Kings brand either on their neck, back, arms or legs

14: Everyone is somewhat still like their bug counterparts

15: Ghosts elytra was glued shut, and Hollows was broken/shattered when stabbing itself

16: Hornet, Midwife, and Herrah all have extra arms

17: PK has a tail and dragon like legs and feet

18: Radiance actually cared for Hollow, motherly instincts for the poor child

19: Hollow only wanted to make sure Hallownest ended up okay in the end

20: Hollow and Quirrel were good friends

21: Radi and Shade Lord were good friends when they weren’t gods

22: Black Wyrm and PK are brothers

23: Markoth and Xero intended to help Hallownest but Radiance got to em

24: Hornet says Shaw because PK showed her a one of his 420 saw blades in still can’t pronounce it right

25: They speak another language not English, Team Cherry was just nice about it

26: Abyss tribe had there own language that no one could understand Moth tribe also

27: Monomon and Quirrel didn’t know how to speak this Hallownest language, thus why the Archives Lore tablets were messed up like that. And Radiance also doesn’t speak this Hallownest language, so she was like- yelling at the HK in a Radiance it doesn’t know-

edit: 28: THIS IS BASED OFF OF RADDEST LADDEST (I hope I spelled that right I didn’t want to @ you 😭) WHOLE POST ABOUT MONOMON IN THEIR PROSPERITY AU- but since Jellyfish have very long life spans in real life, Monomon will outlive almost everyone in present Hallownest, depression 👍

29: Hornet had also inherited PK’s albinism, so, she has silvery hair and light red eyes (mainly because Herrah has dark blue-black hair and black eyes.)

#hollow knight #hk #headcanon

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ashcoveredtraveler · 4 months

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I have been thirsty for any content related to Markoth, Xero, Grimm or any of the moths that I decided to make some headcannons for them.

- Moths have huge eyelashes. Might as well make them look fluffier.

-Moths don't have a set blood color. Their blood is based if they are more in tuned with The Radiance or Nightmare King Grimm. If they are in tuned with The Radiance, they will have pale gold blood. If they are more in tuned NKG then they will have bronze color blood. Of course it can be a mix of the two colors.(this is partly explained in my blood headcannon post lol)

-Moths could sense when void beings are around. I guess this is more of an actual theory then anything as there is some evidence of that. Markoth says: "You are the darkness... come to consume me," when you defeat him so it seems like he is aware of the Knights nature. I can't find any dialogue from the seer that explicitly shows she is aware of the knights nature. But the Radiance says the phrases: "...ANCIENT ENEMY..." And " ...THE LIGHT CANNOT BE CONSUMED..." Which refers to voids tendency to eat everything away or the Shade Lord.

-Singing and dancing are ingrained into their culture. They sing when doing menial task and the moths that do take up a weapon almost fight when they dance(thanks to Grimm of course)

-Speaking of Grimm, his body was way more fluffier at one point. But when testing out bodies, he realized it would be better if his wings were fluffy while the rest of his body wasn't as it is extremely hard to upkeep that much fluff and not many bugs know to care for it, leaving Grimmchilds fluff dirty and sometimes matted. However NKG's wings are the same.

-When The Radiance came into existence, she didn't have any legs at all. That's why she legs look metallic as they are prosthetics(even though she doesn't walk at all, it's all for show).

-Another Grimm headcannon, all of the Grimm's aren't the same. It is difficult to differentiate all of the Grimm's if they are exactly the same so every Grimm is slightly different. That could be that the chitin is more red than black, the Grimm can be a girl every once in a while, the Grimm could be completely missing its tail.

-As slightly mentioned in my fic in one of the chapters, The Radiance and Grimm has any access to any of the moths. That means they can access their memories, look into their dreams and nightmares and control them.

-also mentioned in my fic, moths were discriminated against. They kinda stood out as they mostly stayed in their tribe doing their own thing. But when the infection began, bugs dreamt of a moth. It didn't help that most of the infection started with bugs that were close to moths, so everyone started blaming moths for everything. That is part of the reason why the Moth tribe diminished.

-in my headcannon dump, I wrote that both Lurien and Xero were moths. Lurien because it would be ironic that one of the Pale Kings most devoted servants would be a moth. Xero because his helmet shape is similar to Markoths helmet shape, and cause I said so.

#hollow knight #split family au #hk headcanons #hollow knight au #headcanon #world building #hk grimm #hk radiance #hk moths #hk xero #hk markoth

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starheirxero · 3 days

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OH YEA BTW. Hello Solar x Ruin enjoyers. Please take some tragic angst of them I thought up yesterday 👍

#xero says things #mechanicshark before ruin's grand finale was cute but now its even BETTER #they are doomed but only one of them knows it. and he knows it bc he will doom them with his own two hands <3 #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #tsams ship #solar x ruin #ruin x solar #mechanicshark #solarshark #ruin/solar #xero thoughts and rambles

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eagledrawsandvibes · 4 months

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I need to know about this hollow knight au immediately

Ask and ye shall receive!

The Pale Son AU

In this AU, Xero is an ant-moth hybrid, who hatched during the time of the Pale King’s rule of Hallownest but before the infection began. He was abandoned at this time, and was found by some of the King’s guards. Because the King wanted an heir to his throne and to make him look even better to the moth tribe, he took in Xero as his son.

Xero’s name at this time was the Pale Son, or the Prince, so I’ll be calling him Prince until later. He trained with the Five Great Knights, even becoming part of their line of defense (so technically, the Six Great Knights), and Prince was dressed like the guards, rather than his red look.

And for all of you Crimson Nail fans, Markoth was also a civilian of Hallownest and had befriended Prince. They were incredibly close, but no romantic connection was ever made.

However, despite all of this sounding great, the Pale King was still dismissive of Prince. Since he wasn’t a true pale being, the King would often neglect him or put pressure on Prince to be as perfect as a Pale Being, despite that being impossible.

This got even worse for Prince when the Pure Vessel ascended from the Abyss. Prince had no idea about the purpose of the vessels, so when he saw that the King was much more attentive and close to the Pure Vessel, Prince felt threatened and betrayed by this. He was afraid that the Pure Vessel would usurp him as the Prince of Hallownest, even though we all know that could never happen.

This resentment and heartbreak was exactly what the Radiance wanted. She began to infect the dreams of Prince, and saying that if he killed the King, Queen, and the Vessel, he would get to become an even more powerful king after them. Obviously, Prince jumped at this idea.

Prince trained with Soul Master (who was also infected but didn’t know it yet) to harness soul to create weapons, which is how he got his signature swords. Soul Master mainly helped because he was also upset at the King, so he’ll support any coup against him as long as the Soul Sanctum gets funded.

Once he was far gone in the infection, Prince changed his name to Xero, to signify the amount of hope and love he had in the Pale King, and turned his weapons against the throne. His blue coloring changes to red from the infection. He actually got pretty far until the Pure Vessel was called in to fight off Xero.

Now, this goes in two different directions for an ending, so I’ll call one ending the True Ending and the other one the Bad Ending.

True Ending

The Pure Vessel defeats Xero, and it leads to the Pale King having to execute him via beheading. This broke the King’s heart, because he did really care for Xero, and to see someone close to him infected took a toll on him.

Xero was given a warrior’s grave in the Resting Grounds, with a warning to anyone about rebellion. As a ghost, Xero was disgruntled and couldn’t move on until the Knight shows him the truth. He accepts his defeat and his death, and finally rests.

Bad Ending

The Pure Vessel is defeated and killed, which shook everyone in the throne room enough for Xero to execute both the Pale King and the White Lady.

Xero crowns himself as king, and his first order is to exile the Five Knights. The Five were extremely shaken up and still injured from Xero’s attacks, especially Isma, so in order to not make things worse, they hid somewhere to keep themselves safe until they could fight back again.

King Xero’s infection gets even worse, but he still recognizes Markoth as a friend and makes him his Vizier, or Adviser. Markoth is horrified to learn about what happened to the Pale Court, but is still hoping that his true friend Prince was still there.

However, this would never be the case. Xero made efforts to bring the Radiance back, despite what Soul Master wanted at the time, and Xero would eventually grow to become much more like a moth or a red version of a mortal Radiance.

After witnessing an execution from King Xero, Markoth quits his job and says that he’s never returning to Hallownest. Xero, much more the vessel for the Radiance than himself, promises Markoth that if he ever returned, he would die by his blade.

King Xero is completely alone now, and while he’s much more powerful, it’s lonely and barren at the top, and he realizes he was just a vessel for the Radiance.

But it’s too late. The Radiance won, and he’s doomed to be the sole king of a dead kingdom.

Here’s the design I had in mind for him!

#asks #eagletalks #cursed are those who turn against the king #hollow knight #pale son au #hk xero #hk prince xero #always ask me more about this au #i am mentally unwell #art #digital art #long post

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timextoxhajima · 2 years

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members: tbz eric

genres: smut because im too tired to think of a plot

warnings: smut. slight exhibitionism. idk what that last one is. i dont think it’s breeding.

wc: 1.2k

tbz smut taglist: @from-xero @vantxx95 @just-here-to-read-01

do you ever look at a person and wonder: how much would it take for me to fuck him?

“one vanilla milkshake, please.”

the boy on the other side of the counter is reluctant to pull his eyes away from his phone as the game runs, but when he finally looks at you, there’s a perfect amount of electricity in the air.

“one vanilla milkshake for the pretty lady,” he grins, jabbing the order screen and immediately turning around to the machine before you can even reach for your purse.

the 90s disco and pop music in the back was thankfully eardrum-safe, so you can hear the machine whir and pop as he pulls on the lever. the resistance in the machinery forces his biceps out - just under the rim of his sleeve - and if you stared a little harder, there was that one artery that runs down to his forearm.

“here,” he turns and slides it across the counter, picking out a couple of napkins and handing it to you.

but the resolution remains, so you take the cup and dip your finger in it, making an effort to pick up much more than your tongue can. the rest of it goes onto your lips, and you ask with wide, doe eyes, “how much was it again?”

his name tag says eric, and he looks a little taken aback as he struggles to regain his composure. “um, it’s on the house,” he manages to blurt.

“really!” you smile a wide one and flick your tongue out over the cream on your lips. “oh, i couldn’t possibly just walk off with a free item. is there anything i could make an exchange for?”

eric picks up a drying cloth and cleans his hands. “depends.”

the only noises left in the skating rink were the kids hooting outside in the carpark, so when eric comes around the corner to where he had told you to wait for him, the first thing he says is, “make a sound and everybody else will hear you.”

he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you behind to the counter where you had ordered the milkshake at, easily picking you up and resting you on the cold marble surface. your tennis skirt flares out, exposing your skin and the gasp that you would’ve let out quickly runs into his mouth instead when he quite literally starts inhaling your lips.

the moans are involuntary, but his hot palms are on your thighs and squeezing the life out of your flesh, fingers sliding in and out from your inner thighs to outer where your hips were. your arms are already over his shoulders, hands and nails digging into his hair that was slowly loosening itself from the wax.

“oh, fuck,” he breathes through heavy kisses, thumb and index finger beginning to pull the sides of your underwear down from under your rear.

a little giggle escapes your mouth when he eagerly kneels, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulling your closer to the edge by your ankles. his breath is hot on you, fingers digging into the met flesh of your thigh and your hip.

your head throws back with ecstasy (and quite honestly, pure lust) when his nose presses into you. his tongue flicks around, searching for the little switch that would turn you on, if you weren’t already.

“sweet,” he groans into you, and the vibrations rush up your entire torso. the goosebumps erupt all over your arms as you reach down to comb through his hair. toes curled and calves resting on his shoulders, he starts sucking, licking, prodding.

there’s a loud whimper that screeches out of you, and he digs his nails into your hip as a warning.

he pulls away, shamelessly licking his lips as he stands back up. he presses a hand to your stomach, pushing you to lie down on the counter.

he’s very much violating you - but just the way you want it.

his grope on your chest empties your lungs, but the moans go muffled again when he lets you taste yourself.

you’re positive that his grip would leave marks, but they are for you to enjoy when you get home and stare yourself in the mirror. there’s a low groan in the back of his throat when he yanks your shirt upwards, and finds the buckle between your breasts.

“oh,” he chuckles under his breath, taking his time to use his teeth on the buckle. “naughty.”

the cups fall apart, and he doesn’t give you the time to prepare yourself.

he was hungry, horny, leaving marks in places that would be obvious if you weren’t careful, pulling on your skin until it darkened and bruised.

but clearly, he’s not very patient at taking his time, for he pulls back enough to undo his belt, and the tent in his boxers is a sight to behold.

he shoves a finger into his mouth, then slides it over your folds. watching him align himself with yours conjured all the butterflies in your stomach, but this last a minute - for he slips himself in with minimum effort.

the feeling of being full; the feeling of feeling him twitch inside you; the thought of having his remnants dripping out of you - drives you mad.

“come here,” he breaths into your neck, picking your wrists and interlocking his fingers with yours. he leans over you, shifting his hips slowly, then picking up his pace barely after a few rolls.

he knows you’re impatient - he is too.

it won’t take too much for you to finish - all the thoughts in your head is enough to drive you over the edge. the slaps get louder, the groans and mewls are music to his ears.

his lips travel from your lips, to your ears and neck and down to your breasts.

he’s fucking the life out of you, and that’s exactly what you want.

“feel good?” he bites on your earlobe, suddenly slowing down enough to pull all the way out and push his entire length back in. he pulls away, and looks down at himself disappearing into you.

“oh, pretty,” he mumbles under his breath, thumb on your crotch to help you ease your needs.

“come with me, please,” your teary eyes look up at him, hair in a mess and eyes darkened. “come inside me.”

like a little whore, he obeys, leaning over you again and slotting his lips between yours. his pace picks up almost immediately, however aware not to change his angle.

your entire body jerks along with his, and your mind shifts into static mode when it gets a little closer with every thrust.

like a tight rope that releases itself, something explodes inside you. something hot fills you up even more, and he pulls out after a couple of pants. he looks down, running a finger back into you. your stomach and chest heaves, exposed to the air.

as he admires his doing on your skin, he pulls his finger out, reaching up to the counter and shoving it into your mouth.

“you better give me your number after this.”

#the boyz smut #eric smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz eric #eric scenarios #eric imagines #eric x reader smut #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #tbz eric smut #the boyz eric smut

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human-souls-buy-dopamine · 7 months

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@starheirxero PLEAse watch this im DYING

#theo says some things #the voice of gem #theos moots #xero fren

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bluegekk0 · 5 months

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I just had an interesting hypothetic

We've seen the other characters either angry or pure rage (in Grimm's case)

But

What about FPK having a "the nice one snaps" moment.

And I mean that in the same sense as "Grimm would literally kill someone if they hurt FPK"

but reverse the roles.

You get what I'm saying, right?

well. xero would have something to say here. if he wasn't dead

that was fpk's snapping moment. hornet was in danger, xero threatened her and was close to killing her. and fpk blacked out. next thing he remembers was the sight of blood and the taste of xero's flesh. not his proudest moment, but he lost control, all because he was terrified that he could lose hornet

now, there was another factor. he was starved, at that point he was still refusing to eat. ironically, it was to avoid losing control and being seen as a beast, which clearly didn't work there. safe to say, the xero incident gave him more reasons to be even more strict about it, which unfortunately meant his health would decline further

these days he's well fed, he may be a bit greedy when eating, but he's no longer malnourished, which means he's not as likely to snap like a starved animal. well, in theory. there's still the "family member is in danger" factor, and i think he would be capable of inflicting serious harm to defend them. would it be "devouring the attacker in blind rage" kind of harm? probably not

now, with grimm, there's also the fact that even if someone "kills" him, he can still come back with a new body like nothing happened. so the stakes aren't as high here. that doesn't mean fpk wouldn't try protecting him, but it's clear that he's aware of grimm's nature. so while it wouldn't be pleasant to see grimm "die", the fact that he's not actually gone does have a big effect on how a scenario like this would play out in fpk's eyes. so in short, fpk would not react as aggressively as if, say, it was hornet, lewk or holly instead, but claws and teeth would undoubtedly still be involved. he wouldn't just watch it happen

#ask stuff #feral pk au

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nompunhere · 11 months

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do you have any bug game stories that are more romantic than platonic? (not sexual ofc) safe noms with lovey-dovey nonsense is peak fiction for me

hmmmmge, in terms of ones I've already written, I've got like 2 or 3:

Where Ash Drifts Like Snow - C/rimson N/ails (so M/arkoth/X/ero), pre-relationship, they're both crushing hard, definitely fluff

Tender Moments - Q/uirrell/emm (or L/emmq/uirrel, whichever we call it), the definition of lovey-dovey nonsense, there's hardly any plot to it it's just 2.6k words of fluff

Bug Bites 3 - Chipped, the first ficlet there, has some fluffy Q/uirrell/emm again, and the one after that, Stealth Nap, has that pairing + T/iso, but any romance is maybe just sorta implied? A little?

Oh and there's This 2-part Thing - Not bug game, but notable in that the couple there is technically a romantic pairing, lot of angst with a touch of hurt/comfort at the end. if it helps I was picturing it with X/ero as the pred and M/arkoth as the prey while writing it lmao

aaaaaand because of my usual bs, here's a couple tidbits of stuff I have in the idea doc and outlines of unwritten fics that happen to involve romance below the cut (so many pheckin images)

gonna start off with the complete outlines, for which I have three that basically set up Quirreloro and that's about it for romance:

Interlude. not vore, but vore gets referenced at the end.

Storytime. Oro is enlisted to share an anecdote from his and Quirrel's shared history. Can't remember if it's pre-relationship or established.

Research Project. Let's just say you're bound to figure out where you stand with someone when you're that close for that long ;)

next up, future Bug Bites:

Tisoquirrel fluff (and Ghost is also there). Shenanigans ensue.

Crimson Nails. Those two are still crushing super hard on each other but may or may not get slightly less useless about it.

Tisoquirreloro. Or Tisoquirrel at least, Oro isn't too involved yet. More shenanigans ensue.

...Ogrisma? I don't know how people tend to write out the ship name but yeh. Fluffy fluff. Finally, a semi-functional couple

Crimson Nails again. They may or may not be aware of how useless they are and may or may not work towards fixing that.

Clothmyla. Seriously I don't know what the ship names are for a lot of these. Anyway, uhhh. Attempt at lessbeans. Gotta start somewhere!

Aaaaand finally, an Assortment of Other Ideas. hh.

Crimson Nails, Xero moves into with his boyfriend. Hurt/comfort.

Cold Night 2, electric boogaloo, and this time it's Tisoquirreloro. Many much cuddols.

Oh wait I guess that's about it for the romance fic ideas without going into things that are more plot than noms/fluff. and I've already gotten way ahead of myself anyway, so. e ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ enjoy the patches of content ! probably gonna ramble in the tags again

#ask #hk vore #extreme cuddling #talking about my WIPs #yeah a lot more of my stuff is platonic ig #I know I've talked about some of these ideas before #gog I have so many more ideas and outlines than I do completed fics #maybe I keep talking about them all the time because I'm worried they'll never get written #my standards for a completed fic are getting too high merhaps #if I ever lose my passion for the fandom I guess I'll just post everything as-is? but here's hoping we've got a long while before that #don't worry I'm still actively working on hk stuff. it's just going kinda slow is all #(also I have a b/ug f/ables outline where I kinda imagine K/abbu to be crushing a lil but it's not directly stated and it's barely implied #so I figure it isn't too relevant here)#nph rambles

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