#I don’t think I could live through it again in animated form

[purplepenguintime]

Thank you for finally giving them a happy ending 

#little teenage me was absolutely destroyed after that ending #I don’t think I could live through it again in animated form #nimona #nimona movie #graphic novel #comics #comic #my art stuff #animated movies #animation #nd stevenson #Ramblings #blue sky

[hedgehog-moss]

A post about Pirlouit’s debut as a noble steed! (Part II)

Our destination for this first trip on donkeyback was the nearest farm on the plateau (+ the three houses which together with it form a small isolated hamlet), to say happy new year to these neighbours. It’s not very far when I go with Pandolf because we take a shortcut through the forest and then straight across the plateau (patchworked with small pastures), slipping under every fence. But my donkey is too dignified to crawl under fences, so we had to take the road, which is a longer but also very nice itinerary. There are maybe 3 cars per day on average, but it’s a snowplough-forsaken road so in winter it’s basically zero (except the postwoman).

I wasn’t riding him at first because he didn’t want me to—I tried and he instantly stopped and turned back towards his pasture. I think he was a bit nervous about being on the road, and preferred to follow another animal. I was saying in the previous post that I started riding him in the past year, but as I don’t have a bridle for him and he’s terrified of riding crops (or any sticks), it’s hard to make him do things he doesn’t want to do (I suspect it would be hard anyway).

So my strategy has been to treat him less like a car and more like a bus—i.e. I hop on when he’s going somewhere I also want to go. My first attempts to do so were when we were at one end of his pasture and he saw the llamas at the other end looking interested in something (food?? visitor?) and wanted to check it out too (visitor = scary, but could be bringing food. Worth having a closer look.) At first Pirou was like uhhhh no and just stopped walking when he realised he had a hitchhiker on his back, but after a while he started tolerating me for these short trips across the pasture.

Step 2 was taking him on a walk (by foot) in the woods behind my house, letting him eat brambles and clean up the place along the way, and when he started showing signs of wanting to return to his pasture I’d climb on his back like “don’t mind me, live your life!” and he would grudgingly resume walking like okay, since you’re not making me do anything you can stay.

Then I started tying his rope to the side buckles of his halter so I could tug his head left or right (+ encouraging leg squeezes) and make gentle itinerary suggestions. When he was in the mood for it we could do little slaloms around trees; when he wasn’t (if it was too close to dinner time) he’d just ignore me and dash straight ahead so the llamas wouldn’t eat all the hay. (I’ve tried to explain to him that there will be no hay if I’m not here to give it, and his FOMO is based on a fundamental misunderstanding of my role in his life, but to no avail.)

He still very much interprets my tugs on the ‘reins’ and hip- or leg-based indications re: direction and pace as humble opinions from his rider that he has the power to veto since he’s the one walking after all, and I think that’s fair. It wasn’t a problem for our trip to the farm because there’s just one road to go there, all you have to do is follow it without any directional fine-tuning. After a while walking on that perfectly quiet road without coming across a single car, Pirlouit started looking more confident and I tried to hop on his back again, and this time he was like pfff okay, and kept walking :) But from then on he viewed himself as the de facto leader of our trip. His first executive decision was to walk on the side of the road, where there’s grass under the snow, rather than on the snowy asphalt—I think he worried about hidden patches of ice.

Sometimes he’d stop for a few minutes to contemplate the horizon and think about life. I figured he’d walk faster and maybe even trot once we were on our way back and dinnertime was approaching, so I didn’t mind the leisurely pace.

At one point he wandered off the road and I dismounted to lead him back in the right direction, but then realised he’d heard water sounds and had decided to stop for a drink in this rivulet. I was like “there’s a communal water trough at the hamlet but you don’t know that, so, okay.” But when we got there, the trough turned out to be frozen so Pirlouit was right to play it safe!

He also stopped every so often for a snack, I assume following the same approach of “better safe than sorry, I might never find food again.” I had a book in my coat pocket so I would read a few paragraphs while he ate. He always picked the thorniest bushes and prickliest brambles he could find. I ended up getting the feeling he was showing off a bit—maybe donkeys dare each other to eat thorny bushes the way humans do with spicy food.

I dismounted again to take a picture here because this rare, straight portion of the winding road really made me wish I had a sleigh! Imagine Pirlouit all festooned with bells too, he would hate it <3

As we found the first pasture that belongs to my farmer neighbour, Pirlouit stopped, looking mesmerised. Maybe it smelled good? He stood there for a bit like “Look! A mountain of hay bales! This road led to donkey heaven and I had no idea”

When we reached civilisation (i.e. 3 houses) I dismounted for good as Pirlouit got very hesitant. He’d forgotten the existence of houses that aren’t ours.

He was also a bit terrified by the concept of chickens that aren’t ours. He refused to take a single more step in the direction of Unknown Chickens so I ended up backtracking and tying him to a post next to a suitably thorny bush, before going on my social visits.

I used to know the farmer on the plateau because Pampe eloped to his farm a lot when she was a kid, but then he retired and sold his farm to a young couple, and I kept thinking, “Well I’ll meet them next time Pampe escapes” but she never escaped that far again! So I finally met the new neighbour (I only met the guy, his wife wasn’t here) six months after he arrived, and I explained my llama-based reason for not visiting sooner, and he basically said “yeah I’ve heard about your llama menace. I’ll be happy to meet her if she ever feels like hiking all the way to my farm again!” He was very nice. I also went to wish a happy new year to the other neighbours but only one of them was home. I left my New Year card featuring baby Poldine at the other two houses—I placed one of them in a garden gnome’s hands which made me feel like an Austen character paying calls and leaving calling cards to the servant.

Pirlouit was quiet and patient at first, but then he finished eating his shrub (I assume) and started braying indignantly. Clearly I had left him here to die of exposure while I feasted inside a warm house and it was getting late and he was going to miss hay o’clock and he was the loneliest saddest hungriest donkey in the whole world and oh, you’re here! (stops mid-bray)

He was very eager to go home before the llamas ate all the hay (again—without me there’s no—oh, never mind) and didn’t even stop to grumble when I climbed on his back again, he was like fine whatever but HURRY!, and walked at record speed on the way back. But didn’t trot, because icy ground.

He didn’t stop to contemplate the horizon and his place in the universe this time around, but I still managed to capture some lovely pink and gold skies here and there :) (and the fires of Mordor after the sun disappeared for good) (and then it got really cold and Pirou & I were united in our haste to get home.)

#crawling along #as always i am grateful to people who take the time to read my long posts! i don't know how to be brief 😭

[sanjoongie]

𝔉𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔢

🤎Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) 🤎Au: Hybrid Au, Bunny! Seonghwa, Wolf! Reader 🤎Trope: Established Relationship 🤎Rating: 18+, MDNI, smut 🤎Word Count: 2,763 🤎Warnings: dom! reader, sub! seonghwa, toy use (squirting dildo), amazon press position, overstimulation, penetrative sex with no barrier, creampie, marking (love bites, hickies), degradation kink, mentions of pegging 🤎Summary: Your boyfriend thinks it's a smart idea to wear fuzzy, cute clothing with you and not trigger you to push him in an amazon press 🤎Dedication: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii for being beta readers extraordinaire 🤎divider by @cafekitsune

“Careful with a prey boyfriend,” Your friend had sighed in defeat. “They’ll trigger you when you least expect it.”

You had laughed then but you weren’t laughing now.

Seonghwa had slid into your living room on fluffy socks to show off his new outfit. His eyes were lit up with excitement to have some loungewear in the theme of his favorite game. He did the game's dance, chirping to himself, before finally settling down beside you on the couch. 

“I think they’re too small though,” He said with a pout, tugging at the hem of the shorts.

You dug your nails into your legs in an attempt to distract yourself from your thoughts but it wasn’t working. Your inner wolf was howling to pin Seonghwa to the couch and ravage him but now was not the time. Except your eyes kept slipping towards the bronze thighs that were on display and the way that Seonghwa was STILL playing with the shorts.

“Seonghwa,” You growled in warning, biting down on your lip. 

Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed, one of his floppy ears moving nervously. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” You lied with a strained voice, “You look very cute.”

Seonghwa beamed, turning slightly on the cough, bare knee brushing against you. He bounced and your eyes zeroed in on his soft cock under the lush material. “I knew you’d like--”

Before you could control yourself, you put a hand to Seonghwa’s broad shoulders and pushed him back on the couch. His big eyes looked up at you, part fear and part wonder. It snapped something inside of you. You grabbed two fistfuls of the fluffy shorts, framing his cock. “A little too cute,” You growled again. 

Seonghwa’s eyes began to move back and forth, following the pattern of your tail behind you, almost hypnotized. “Too cute?”

He licked his lips and this time a low growl did escape your lips. “Careful, Bunny, or I might rip you to shreds on this couch.”

Carefully, you eased your grip of one hand, and slowly eased your hand up the plane of his pelvis to his stomach, pushing up the sweater. “I don’t want to get this dirty, I just got it!” Seonghwa had the audacity to whine.

Your hands snapped back to your legs, where you went back to digging them in. “Okay, Bunny.” You reigned in your inner animal, the wolf huntress that simply wished to take what she wanted, and moved to the far side of the couch. 

Seonghwa sat up carefully, eyes trained on your tense form. “Just like that?”

“I refuse to take advantage of you, Seonghwa,” You said tersely, “You’re my boyfriend, not my dinner.”

“Thank you.” Seonghwa shuddered delicately and you had to stand up to halt yourself from launching yourself over at him again. 

Your lust ran through you like little red ants biting at your nerves. It was a double edged sword at this moment. “I’m going to the bedroom,” You proclaimed.

Seonghwa began to protest, plans of you cuddling and playing Animal Crossing dying before his eyes. “But we were going to--”

“Seonghwa, either I attempt to take it down a peg or I peg you, there is no inbetween at the moment,” You snapped. You were at your limit.

Seonghwa’s eyes were round with surprise and his ears moving upward in alert. “P-peg me?!” he stuttered.

You groaned in frustration and stomped to your bedroom, slamming the door in the process. You began to rip your clothes off, your body offended by the covering. You were too hot, and any brush of your clothing stimulated you too much. You needed something inside of you or you were going to die.

Your wolf ear swiveled backwards towards the door, the shuffling of some bunny feet alerting you to Seonghwa’s presence. “Moonlight?” Seonghwa called out cautiously through the wood.

You desperately yanked open your drawer where you kept the condoms and lube. “It’ll only be a bit, Seonghwa, just be patient for me, ‘kay?” You called back. You found your breeding dildo--the wolf cock that had a knot and spurted out fake-cum--and licked your lips in anticipation. 

“But--!” You could practically imagine the dejected way Seonghwa’s ears were lying on his soft hair right now. 

“I have to take care of this, Bun,” You murmured softly, trying to be a good girlfriend. “If I don’t manage this--” Your throat became tight. The last thing you wanted was Seonghwa flinching every time you reached for him. “This is for the best.”

You placed down a towel, filled the dildo, put it down and then lubed up both the dildo and yourself. Your body was extremely wet from even just being in the same breathing air as Seonghwa in his cute outfit but you knew how rough it was to take the dildo, so you prepared anyway. You raised yourself above it and then played the large tip along your outer folds before resolutely sinking down on it. You groaned loudly, finally getting a dick inside of you. “Fuck yes,” You hissed at the intrusion. 

You closed your eyes and images of your panting bunny below you painted the inside of your eyelids. Seonghwa with his pretty ears laid out on the bed, pretty moans falling from his pretty lips; your bunny letting you take whatever you needed from him. You couldn't help but moan his name, playing with your nipples and making you growl in satisfaction.

“That! That’s not fair!” Seonghwa protested through the door. “You’re getting yourself off imagining me?”

Some of your filters had slipped away. “Mmm, I’m gonna ride this cock all night, Bun,” You promised the Seonghwa in your mind. “Gonna make you cum again and again and again until you beg me to stop and then I’m going to go some more.”

Seonghwa opened the door and your eyes opened lazily. If he walked into your bedroom, where you had drawn the line from safe area to dangerous, he was giving up his right to remain your boyfriend and become your prey. “Watch yourself, Bunny,” You warned him.

His eyes traveled over the arch of your body as you took the dildo, your puffy clit that was begging for attention, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of the wolf dildo inside of you. His nose twitched in indecision. “Moonlight?” he said cautiously. 

“You said no to this already, Bun,” You reminded him, not stopping your pleasure for a moment. 

An unsure pout pulled Seonghwa’s lower lip downwards. Then his eyes saw the knot at the bottom of the dildo and his frown intensified. “You’re using your wolf dildo? But you’re imagining me?”

It wasn’t right for you to provoke him but he had semi-intruded on you, so your wolf unfurled herself. “It’s the only way to satisfy my need right now, Bun.”

Seonghwa pushed up onto the balls of his feet. His eyes moved back and forth, the wheels in his head spinning while he thought. He looked like he was on the cusp of taking back what he said earlier. You slowed the roll of your hips just in case. “Seonghwa?”

“I wanna--” Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip in hesitation, “--I wanna help.”

You studied your boyfriend. His tail was making the jacket part of his loungewear move. His eyes were bright, though, almost curious of what would happen when he stepped into the bedroom, even though you had already warned him. Should you even allow him when you knew the mood you were in?

“I will bite and mark up your inner thighs, little bunny,” You educated him, “I will overstimulate you until tears. I will make you sweaty and dirty and you will not like it.”

Seonghwa’s fuzzy socks rubbed the door jam. “What if I want that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna be a cute little bun for me?”

Seonghwa nodded, eyes big and sparkling. You sighed and pulled yourself off the dildo. “C’mere, pretty.”

Your boyfriend pushed through the invisible barrier of your lair and climbed onto the bed. Your body tensed immediately, ready to pounce but you withheld yourself so that he could settle. You allow yourself to smooth your hand over the back of his neck. Seonghwa turned his head to look up at you, legs tucked under his body. “Why do you call me pretty?”

“Why, Seonghwa,” You can’t help but coo at your bunny boyfriend, “Because you are!”

“Pretty, how?” he persisted.

You push Seonghwa to lay on his back and you settle between his legs. You danced your fingers up his legs, stopping to grip them slightly at the hem of his shorts. “Pretty tan legs that I want to nibble on,” You murmured, leaning down to lick and nip at the sensitive skin. 

You feel your tail move back and forth behind you, happy to hear Seonghwa’s breath hitch at your love bites. You push his shorts up and up, until they’re practically punched up at the end of his legs. Seonghwa continued to spread his thighs for you, his dick getting harder as you got closer to it. 

But you weren’t about to put him out of his misery; you wanted him to be aching for you like you had been for him. So instead, you abandoned his thighs, covered in berry-colored bruises from your nibbles, and slowly unzipped his jacket. The broad expanse of his chest and stomach were now available for you, so you continued your task at hand. You left love bites on his chest and stomach and when you got to his hip bone, Seonghwa was a whiney, moaning mess under you. Sweat beaded his hairline and his lips were begging to be kissed.

The damn fuzzy loungewear of his was still making you feral. That hard body under all that soft material made you want to bend him over and-- “Seonghwa, baby, you trust me, right?”

Seonghwa blinked slowly, almost as if he was attempting to rise for the lust-filled fog of his brain. “Trust you,” He replied.

Your fingers hooked under his shorts and underwear and pulled them off of him. He watched you with those big eyes of his, waiting for you to reveal your plan. You gently but firmly bent him in half, so that his feet were near his head. You grasped Seonghwa’s cock and gave it a few pumps, making him moan for you. You pulled his dick upwards so that it came up through his bent legs. Then you stood over Seonghwa’s bent body and took him inside of you. 

“Moonlight!” Seonghwa cried out for you, enveloped in your tight, wet heat.

Since you were already stretched out from your dildo, it was easy to set a grueling pace to fuck your bunny boyfriend. His ears laid against his head, showing how content and comfortable he was with you right now. He may be a prey animal but he was enjoying being submissive to you--and that was exactly what you needed.

“Feel good, Bun?” You ask Seonghwa as you push a little hard on his calves to keep him bent in half.

“Gonna cum! Gonna cum inside of you, gonna--!” You pull off of him suddenly and he cries out at the loss of your pussy. 

“Did I say you could cum?” You demanded.

“P-please,” Seonghwa begged, “Please, it felt so good, please, want you to fuck me like that in my pretty new clothes, please!”

You tilted your head, “You know you have to ask before, Seonghwa.” You shake your head like you’re disappointed in him. 

“I’m!!” Seonghwa’s eyes tear up and they run down the side of his face. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

“Are you sure? I can always go back to the dildo. It knew better than to come before me,” You threatened.

Seonghwa shook his head, some strands of hair falling into his eyes. “Please, can you fuck me? Please, can I cum inside of you? Please?” With a trembling lip, he said, “Please, your bunny wants to cum.”

You sighed in defeat and cupped his face, rubbing his tear-streaked face with the back and forth of your thumb. “You gonna be a good Bun, now? Are you going to let me use your cock properly and then we can cuddle and game?”

Seonghwa nodded, sniffling quietly. “I'll be a good bun.”

You slipped Seonghwa back inside of you and his head tipped back with the pleasure of it all. You admired the line of his neck and the sharpness of his jaw for a moment before setting another demanding pace. Seonghwa’s legs start to curl around your body, wanting more but you push them apart so you can keep control.

“Please, I can cum right? I can cum and fill you and you can use me until you cum too. Please, I'm a good bunny, let me cum!” Seonghwa begged so pretty for you, how could you deny him?

Seonghwa came with a great cry, desperate and needy and just the way you like it. You slowed down your pace, coaxing him through his orgasm. His seed leaked out of you as you continued to move above him. Quickly, Seonghwa goes from blissed out to whiney. “Too much,” he whimpered, squirming under you.

“You can take it, little bunny,” You cooed at him. “You want me to cum too, don't you?”

Seonghwa’s eyes snapped open, watery but pleading. “Use me,” he said.

You adjusted your position, letting Seonghwa’s legs fall back a bit but still spread. Instead of bouncing on him, you snap your hips forward, and it's almost an imitation of you fucking him, only he's still the one inside of you. Seonghwa is a bunny hybrid after all, he could actually go all day and all night if need be.

“You're so fucking cute like this, Seonghwa,” You waxed poetic for him. “In your cute little fuzzy jacket.” You pulled the zippered sides snugger to Seonghwa’s body. “Don't know how you thought you could just bounce around like a happy bunny, waving your soft cock in my face and not get fucked, but here we are.” 

“I just--hhnnffff--wanted to be cute for you!” Seonghwa managed to somehow reply back to you.

“Well, that cute little cock of yours is about to give me some much needed relief, Bunny,” You couldn't help but grin.

“I can--” Seonghwa swallowed loudly, barely containing a whine. “--can I cum again?”

“Fuck no,” You denied him. “I'm gonna cum, clenching around your cock and then you're gonna sit in your cute fuzzy shorts with your painfully hard dick and I'll cuddle you.”

Seonghwa whined and pouted and closed his eyes tight, trying his hardest to not cum so that you could take what you needed from him. Your soft cries became a crescendo as you searched out your high. It took you, searing through your body like lightning struck and you shouted his name. You rolled your body against Seonghwa’s, allowing your pussy walls to convulse around Seonghwa’s cock. 

When you opened your eyes, Seonghwa’s teeth were digging in his lower lip, drawing slight blood from his effort to not come from your tight heat looking to milk him for a second time. You leaned over and bestowed him a kiss, in thanks for him being a good bunny for you. You rested your soft body against his hard one. “Thank you, Bunny” You murmured against his lips as you smooched him in a softer moment.

Seonghwa had tears in the corners of his eyes but he smiled so happily for you. “I did it.”

You couldn't help but laugh in response. “You did well, Seonghwa.”

You looked at you, unsure and hopeful. “Do I still…?”

You hummed in confirmation. You pulled Seonghwa out of you, who was still hard. His dick looked so pretty covered in his cum. “You know you love the feeling of being a dirty boy,” You teased him.

Seonghwa endured putting back on his underwear and shorts, zipped up his jacket and padded back to the couch. His ears were flopped forward, framing his face, doing his best to look heartbroken, hoping you’d take pity on him. But watching him shuffle in his fuzzy clothes, the sharp lines of his body and his dick imprint pressed up against his shorts was recalling the beast you thought you had soothed earlier. If you were going to suffer, so was he.

You picked up his switch and offered it to him. “Load up your village, Bun. We’ve got some cuddling to do.”

Tagged: @hijirikaww @starlitmark @k-pop-ology

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #mfu-net #ateez smut #atz smut #park seonghwa smut #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa x reader #ateez x reader #hybrid!ateez #don't look at me don't touch me i'm not here you didn't see this #topaz's work #ღatz

[her-power]

Steddie x fem! reader one shot

❤️‍🔥🔞‼️18+++‼️🔞❤️‍🔥MDNI

Pairings: Steve + Eddie x fem! Reader

SURPRISE! 😂🥰

I literally have been non stop thinking about this scenario all day and night. I need to stop reading and listening to smut 😂 HA I’m lying. I’ll never stop. I feel unhinged and feral so I’m just gonna write out what I have pictured in my noggin. Sorry if it’s a big heaping pile of smut and nonsense, but like…not sorry? Also, if you’re not into two dudes getting freaky with each other and with YOU, don’t read it. But you’re missing out cause it’s hot 🤪🤷🏻‍♀️🤣 Byeeeeee.

18++++ MDNI (unprotected p+v, fingering, oral *m+f receiving*, ass play, making out, masturbation, porn with no plot, threesome)

It started out innocently enough. You and Eddie had started dating, Steve pretty much set you two up. There was a glint in Steve’s eyes everytime he saw you two, it was almost like he had been waiting for this moment for months. You would notice his eyes were always on Eddie’s. Like he was waiting for an answer to an unspoken question. Steve would find ways to subtly touch you; a hand on the lower back while you walk, nudging you with his shoulder. You couldn’t help the tingles that would form in your lower belly whenever he would touch you. It made you feel guilty because Eddie was yours.

Then, Steve had a party. You and Eddie got so drunk, you were practically fucking each other on Steve’s living room couch. Eddie kept whispering in your ear how much he wanted you, how he wanted to stick his cock into your cunt, how he wanted to lap you up like a starved animal. You could feel your underwear getting drenched, and had pulled him off the couch by his arms, kissing him hungrily, sloppy, until you made it to Steve’s downstairs spare bedroom. It was spacious enough, and Eddie’s already pushing his body against yours, your back hitting the large countertop of the vanity dresser. His hands are gripping your thighs tightly under the black maxi dress he loves so much, his tongue dances with yours as his hands travel to your soaked cunt and runs his fingers over your clit. You let out a moan, it echoes around you and you hear Eddie chuckle breathlessly as he undos his belt, bringing his jeans around his ankles. He’s inside you before you could blink and the noise that came from him made your pussy clench and your clit throb as he fucks you. You hold onto his ass, pushing him deeper as he leans his palm against the mirror. The vanity slams violently against the wall.

A panic rises to your throat when you hear the bedroom door squeak open. You two didn’t lock it, and when you see the fluff of Steve’s hair come through the doorway, holding a beer bottle, his eyes fixing on yours as Eddie fucks you harder. You tried to speak but the words were locked in your throat, his cock felt so good, all you could say was, “St-unghh…ohohhh…”

He doesn’t so much as blink; but a smile graces his lips as he continues to stare into your eyes. Steve takes a swig from his beer bottle, pushes his back against the door shutting it, and your heart flutters when you hear the lock. You’re not sure if Eddie realizes he’s in there, watching you two, but you don’t believe he cares, cause he’s still groaning, his head falling back in pleasure, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, whispering how tight your pussy feels. You watch as Steve leans against the corner of the room, he sips his beer again before setting it down on the night stand by the bed and he snaps open the button of his jeans, his hand goes into his pants and you hear a soft moan escapes his lips as he touches himself.

You moan with him, and Eddie leans back to look at you, catching Steve’s eyes in the mirror and you’d never seen him grin so wide as he stares at Steve, continuing to thrust into you, fucking you so good you could barely comprehend words. Steve continues to rub his cock as he stares at the two of you and a gasp escapes your lips when he releases himself from his jeans. Eddie was watching Steve, still smiling that smile and moaning as he buries himself into you. “Ohhh my…fuck, Eddie…” you’re getting loud.

“Get on the bed, Harrington. Unnngghh. Take off your clothes.” Eddie says breathlessly, still watching him from the mirror. You gaze up at him in wonder, and you feel your own smile grace your lips as you watch Steve do as he is told, smiling big, and strips down. He gets himself comfortable in the middle of the bed and your eyes travel over his form, his dark hair on his chest, his abdominal muscles that clench everytime he breathes, his beautiful, beautiful cock.

“Like what you see baby?” Eddie whispers to you, his mouth hot against your throat as your eyes still fix on Steve’s.

You nod, you nod a lot and Eddie grins at you, “Yeah, me too baby.” And you glance up at him, a smile dancing at your lips at his confession.

He slides out of you and holds your face, kissing your lips softly, he pulls up the fabric of your dress, pulling it off you. He glides his hand up your full tits, pinching your nipple and you moan. “Get on the bed with him.”

You turn to look at Steve, who is smirking at you and you shyly cover yourself up with your arms. Eddie stands behind you, his lips on the dip of your neck, his hands gently pull your arms down. “It’s okay, baby. We’ve been waiting for this moment.”

“You have?” You whisper, Steve’s gaze burns into your core and he grins, nodding with Eddie.

“C’mere beautiful.” Steve says softly, leaning up on his knees, holding his hand out to you. You look up at Eddie who grins, and you take Steve’s hand. You scoot up against him on the bed, your back against his chest and you could feel his hardness pressed against your ass. His hands knead at your tummy, moving in circular motions as he stares at Eddie, who strips out of his clothes. You whimper quietly, feeling Steve’s lips behind your ear and his soft hands caress your erect nipples. This felt wrong, being touched by him this way but…fuck this was something else, something so hot and unfamiliar, you craved it all. Some sort of fire got ignited inside of you as soon as you felt his hands touch you. Like your body was waiting for this exact moment.

Eddie crawls on all fours up the bed, his mouth leaves a trail from your stomach all the way to your mouth and he’s kissing you deeply. Steve is still rubbing your tits and kissing your neck, you moan softly against Eddie’s mouth and he smiles, pulling away from you. He stares into your eyes and his fingers dance around your clit and you’re whimpering. You watch as Eddie meets Steve’s eyes and as he’s pushing his fingers so deep into you, his lips are pressing up against Steve’s, and you watch in awe as they kiss passionately in front of you, Steve using his free hand to cup his face. You’re loud again, feeling the fire erupting more flames as they continue to kiss, this turned you on beyond belief and you couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look away. Eddie continues to finger fuck you while Steve plays with your tits.

Eddie pulls away from his mouth and groans happily, leaving soft pecks against Steve’s lips. “Damn, Harrington.”

Steve smiles at him and Eddie looks at you, grinning large. He kisses your lips once, dipping his head to your nipple, sucking the little bud. Your back arches against Steve’s chest and you feel Steve press his mouth to yours. You’re kissing him, and once you feel his tongue caress yours, you feel Eddie’s tongue swirl around your clit.

“Mmmmm, ohhhhmmppph.” You are moaning against Steve mouth as he pinches your nipple. That sends a sensation down to the tips of your toes and you don’t even know where to focus. On Eddie’s mouth or Steve’s. It was all so good.

Eddie’s fingers curl inside you, your back arches and you pull away from Steve’s mouth, whimpering and gasping. Steve rests his chin on your shoulder, watching Eddie devour your pussy and you can feel your pussy clench around his fingers as your orgasm swims to the surface.

“That’s it, baby.” Steve whispers in your ear. “Cum in his pretty mouth.”

Your hands are gripping Steve’s thigh as you cry out; Eddie didn’t stop as the sweet rush flows between your legs and comes out screaming from your mouth. Your toes curl, you feel Steve smiling against your hair. Eddie removes his mouth and his fingers, he smiles, kissing you deeply, you curl your fingers through his hair and you watch as he pulls away from your mouth, putting his fingers into Steve’s mouth, he moans softly, tasting you and you get instantly wet again. You scoot back from Steve, your chest heaves, you lean back against the pillows, your hand resting on your tummy. Eddie glances at you as Steve still sucks on his fingers. You grin, biting your lip and give him a quick nod. Eddie removes his fingers, looking into Steve’s eyes, pressing his plush lips against his, his ringed fingers gripping his hair as you watch him slip his tongue in his mouth. Steve places his palm on Eddie’s waist, his hardness fully erect, brushing against the soft skin on Eddie’s tummy. Eddie runs his hands along Steve’s abdomen, and you watch his muscles clench. Eddie runs his hand along the tip of Steve’s cock, and Steve moans softly against Eddie’s mouth.

You can’t take your eyes off them, your fingers slowly move their way towards your clit, the sensitive bundle swollen again as you rub circles around it gently. You wondered if this had happened before with them, you’d never seen them so comfortable and the wondering just made you wetter. You gasp softly, rubbing your clit faster as Eddie fists Steve’s cock harder.

Eddie meets your eyes, his lips swollen from kissing Steve, a grin plastered on his face and he holds his hand out to you. You entwine your fingers and he pulls you towards him, crashing his lips against yours. He squeezes your ass, his other hand still pumping on Steve’s cock.

“I wanna watch you ride him.” Eddie whispers, his voice raw and sexy, his big brown eyes full of lust and excitement. You bite your lip, your cheeks flushing crimson and you glance at Steve, his head was back against the pillow as Eddie pumped him faster, his mouth open in a gasp. Eddie moves back, guiding you by your waist, and you straddle Steve, pressing your lips against his in desperation, Steve grips your waist, and you feel Eddie’s hands from behind as he lowers you down on Steve’s cock. Steve moans against your mouth as you take him all in, he stretches you so beautifully and your head falls back as a broken moan escapes your lungs. You roll your hips, your clit rubbing generously on his pelvis. Eddie was behind you, his mouth on the dip at your shoulder, his hands caressing your breasts, twisting your nipples, and you cry out. You feel his cock press against your ass, and he grunts against your ear.

“Fuck.” Steve moans, rocking your hips faster, sweat was beginning to glisten his chest. Your head falls back against Eddie’s chest and he moans with you, watching Steve with a bit lip.

Eddie kisses your shoulder and crawls over to Steve, his mouth inches from his ear. “Don’t cum yet, big boy.”

You smile at them, wanting to know what Eddie planned to do, the pleasant ache in your belly growing as you slam your hips down on Steve one last time, you both moan loudly, his cock feeling so good hitting your g-spot and your move yourself off him. You lean back on your heels, watching as Steve kisses Eddie hungrily, moving his body on top of his. Steve’s hands grip Eddie’s ass and Eddie moans lovingly against his lips. You could watch this all day, you realize as you stare at the intimacy your best friend and boyfriend shared. Eddie reaches his hand out to you, cupping the back of your head, bringing his mouth to yours as Steve dips his face to his chest, kissing the tattoos that graced his pecs so nicely, moving soft kisses down his abdomen.

Eddie shudders, his fingers curling through your hair and his loud moan vibrates against your mouth. You pull away, looking down to see Steve throating Eddie’s entire cock. His tongue swirls around the shaft, sucking the tip, while his eyes meet yours. Eddie’s hand fists Steve’s man of hair while he fingers at your clit. “Sit on my fucking face.” He says to you, his eyes fluttering closed as Steve cups his balls. Eddie grips your ass hard, pulling your cunt to his lips and you feel him suck on your clit. A pornographic sound escapes both you and Eddie, a beautiful harmonization.

“Fuck me, Harrington.” Eddie whines against your soaking pussy, you roll your hips against his lips, moaning at the friction, feeling close to release but you need to watch what Steve does. Eddie moves his head back and forth in your cunt, tongue fucking your hole, his fingers digging into your ass.

“Ohhh…ohhh, Eddie…” You groan out and you feel your pussy clench when you hear a breathy moan come out of Steve and feel Eddie arch his back as his head falls away from your pussy and a hot, throat groan escapes him.

“Ahhh, fuck man. Just like that.” Eddie groans through his teeth, his eyes fluttering closed. You move yourself from Eddie, and sit behind him. You angle your knees on the side of his head. His curly hair rested against your cunt and you watch as Steve fucks into him. You start fingering yourself, your pussy soaked from Eddie’s saliva and your own juices. Eddie was holding on to your calves, gripping the skin tightly. The sounds that were coming out of Eddie and Steve was enough to make you cum hard on your fingers, your mouth falling open in a scream. Eddie presses his lips against your calf as you ride out your orgasm, and a throaty moan escapes him. You collapse on the pillow, watching the two men finish each other off.

“Ugggggh fuck, I’m getting close.” Eddie whimpers. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…”

Your eyes are half lidded and you smile when you watch Eddie’s cock twitch, and his cum comes shooting out onto his stomach, soaking some of Steve’s chest. Steve groans loudly, pulling out of Eddie, who quickly sits up, bringing Steve’s cock to his mouth as he pumps his hand down the shaft, Eddie sucking him off as Steve throws his head back as you watch him cum, shooting his load in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie swallows him whole, and Steve trembles, his body convulsing as he collapses on top of Eddie. You watch as they kiss passionately; Eddie pulls away, meeting your eyes, smiling lovingly and you lean down to kiss his lips deeply, before leaning over to kiss Steve who holds the side of your head.

The three of you lay together, a pile of naked limbs, soft laughs and soft touches.

“So…this is gonna happen at least once a week right?” You ask.

Eddie and Steve smile at each other as they curl up against your chest, you run your hands through their hair, their eyes fluttering closed. “Yup.”

“Cool.”

#steddie #steddie x you #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x female reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut

[he-goes-down]

The Blood That Moves The Body:

-irl friend req

Masterlist

Pairing: Vamp! Izzy x reader x Were! Slash

- quick moment of silence for me not finding a gif-

Warnings: smut (with plot), threesome, vampires, werewolf, fingering, unprotected p in v, oral! M receiving, slight oral!F receiving. Blood

Second person pov:

A low animalistic growl echoed through the trees as you walked through the dark foggy forest. Standing dead still, your senses peaked with anxiety. Your eyes scattering from one dark corner to another, swearing that each shadow was out to get you. Your eyes landed to in-front of you. In the distance, orange-yellowish eyes glowed out of the darkness. The eyes position closer to the ground, like a wolf staggering and bending down as it stalked it’s prey. With one fast growl and leap your live flashed before your eyes. You were paralysed in fear. Couldn’t move. Only put your hands and arms in-front of you, squeezing your eyes shut. Ready to embrace quick death.

Breathing hard, that was the only thing you heard. Your breath. And silence, the sound of charging towards you on the soft forest floor was gone. Another hard breath. Not yours. A warm blow on your hand, your one eye peered open. The beast. Now in-front of you, the moonlight shining on it’s dark brown fur, had all the features of a wolf except it was huge. It’s head tilted like a puppy as it sniffed the hand that was still frozen in-front of you. After a few nerve racking sniffs it began to lick ur hand, getting more playful after each one. It’s tongue nearly bigger than your hand itself. But you began to relax seeing it was friendly and for now harmless. Taking a big sigh as your other hand went to the side of its furry head, scratching through it like you would to a dog. It seemed to enjoy it, you pulled your hand away from it’s tongue and began scratching the other side of it’s face. It’s eyes closing and mouth open panting as your scratched in all the right places.

‘It’s like a puppy.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Just an abnormally large and kinda freakish one.’ You added to your inner dialogue.

“Oh, he’s no puppy.” You heard a voice behind you, you turned around. Not just behind, but above, in the trees. You looked up to the tall towering trees. A shadow figure standing on one of the big branches that formed the canopy above. It walked forward onto the air, a fast accelerating drop but as the figure was inches above the ground it stopped in the air, taking a step down to the forest floor. And another accelerated charge, in humane speed. The figure stopped to right in-front of you. Some of the leaves on the forest floor fell back down again as the figures speed triggered it to lift from the ground.

A very pale, dark haired handsome man. His nose straight, his eyes a dark hazel. God he was quite fine, the comedic relief in your brain added to your monologue. His eyes flashed red, a weird feeling came and gone from you, almost unnoticeable. “You really think I’m handsome?” He asked, smugly raising an eyebrow. As he spoke you noticed his fangs. A vampire. Of course he knew what you were thinking, he could read minds. Before your sputter out a fearful exclamation you felt a nudge on the middle of your back. The animal was still there, wanting attention. “Slash you can stop it now, stop using people to scratch your nasty flee invested fur.” The vampire crossed his eyes, talking to the animal. With one dog like whine, the beast, apparently named Slash turned from an animal to a human. A werewolf. Some animal parts still attached but fading; ears, fur - now body hair, but not everywhere - a tail that seemed to be retracting back into his body. He had gorgeous abs, soft brown skin and luscious curly hair that covered his face a bit. And with your eyes scanning his body you noticed no clothes and immediately looked away. “I don’t have- sorry-“ Slash protested but then apologised to you, “ I don’t have fleas you nocturnal prick.” He continued his protest. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cover up mutt.” The vampire rolled his eyes and tossed Slash a pair of underwear and pants. He quickly put them on and turned to you. “Sorry for scaring you in the beginning. I thought you were Izzy.” He said as he put his hands on your shoulders. The vampire’s name was Izzy. “What are you doing out here anyway?” Izzy butted in. “Yeah it’s dangerous, there are other creatures out here that aren’t that friendly.” Slash said.

You had explained to them that you were chased from your small heavily religious and traditional town that was close by, because they thought you were some sort of witch or demon, for many silly and miscommunicated reasons. You ran to the forest knowing no one would follow you in. Slash and Izzy were nice enough to be sympathetic to your story and allow you to stay at their place. An abandoned cottage, you were thinking more of a manor or castle as there are many stories about vampires living in such places.

As you got more comfortable in being with magical strangers you were encouraged by them to ask questions on what the towns people think is real about them. It was a real laugh but some a bit more dark, Izzy did drink blood, Slash does prey on animals like a wolf and once or twice a human that annoyed him. But assured you they had their fill today. You then asked about the cottage and why they don’t live in an abandoned manor, and adding that question of rivalry between the two groups. They explained that they were a bit exiled as well, they became friends when they were young and saw no problem of the two groups mingling but each clan kicked them out and now hate them.

You slept in Izzys bed that night as he slept through out the day, Slash slept in his bed which was next to Izzys, but in the middle of the night turned Were and slept by your feet taking in some of your human body heat.

The next morning you discussed with them about finding a nearby town to settle back down in, but they insisted that you stayed with then for a while as it was the start of a complicated season of moon for both Werewolfs and Vampires alike, and if other members of the clans found you in their forest it wouldn’t end well.

About 3 weeks into the season, and you were comfortable with Izzy and Slash, not seeing them any different your average human, sure they were different but it didn’t freak you out as much as when you first met them. You liked them. Sure they had their annoying moments like; Izzy reading your mind and giggling at you when ever he pleased, or Slash which took most of the bed space when you allowed him to lie down by you. But again you liked them, maybe a bit too much, you tried to get your sinful thoughts of them out your head before Izzy had the chance to randomly infiltrate your mind and see your deepest feelings. The thoughts became worse when they dropped an small flirt here and there. You didn’t know what to do and it was getting you nervous as now was the blood moon week and meaning they both stay inside 24/7.

Evening fell and a red ball which was the moon rose to the sky. All of you sat on the couch watching the window from a far. Izzy began to sweat, trying to hold something in, picking at his lace collar, holding it from his skin to get cool air in, especially on the bite marks on his neck. Slash began to scratch, but hard. Itching everywhere, taking his one hand and transforming it into a claw just to try scratch it right. You were worried for them, asking them if they were okay and what was happening. “Just go upstairs…” Izzy stuttered out as he scratched his bite marks. “But-“ “Go.” His tone changed to irritation and anger, eyes flashed a red warning. You didn’t retaliate and went upstairs swiftly. Closing the door and sitting on Izzy’s bed, knees up, your chin on them, gazing out the red scenery of the misty forest. Now 30 minutes later of lazy boredom your mind wandered to Izzys change of tone, dark laced with anger. Making your heartbeat faster thinking about it, and your thoughts going down a darker lustful root, thinking of him calling you horrific names while he- and your thoughts continued, soon also turning to Slash, thinking of his pleading eyes, as he wanted you to touch him, sick dirty thoughts infiltrated you head again. You never thought of them this heatedly, you were slightly embarrassed. Looking back out to the moon again. That might be a reason for your change as-well.

Soon you heard the door creak open slowly, your gaze traveling along the wooden floor to the door, as the door opened by itself, revealing Slash and Izzy.

Izzys shirt was half way unbuttoned, scratch marks and sweat dripping down his chest, the same with Slash but it seemed like he grew another foot tall, maybe double the size of Izzy, making his pants tighter against his legs, which made your eyes travel and reveal an aching hard on. That just made you soaked to the core. “I saw some… interesting things that came to mind, wouldn’t you say so too?” Izzy chimed. Fuck. Izzys senses where heightened to the max this week, meaning he could read minds of people in other rooms. You blushed hard, embarrassed. You swallowed hard, both of then inching closer to you. “We can make those dreams a reality.” Slash told you as he came behind you sitting on the bed, his now larger body engulfing you as his hands held your hips. Kissing your neck as he spoke in lust. Izzy sat in-front of you, his eyes glowing another red flash. Infiltrating your mind, but now you could feel his emotions. A fiery lust, an animalistic need. But a hard desire and want. For you. To fuck you. To eat you. Suck all the life from your veins. Your mind became foggy from his long search through your private thoughts. You were now filled with the same lust and desire that they were feelings. You felt a tingling sensation on your skin, wanting to rip it out. An even stronger feeling was making your pussy soaked. Slash’s big hand began to wander to your shorts. Landing on your thighs, giving a rough squeeze, his fingers on your inner thighs, dangerously close to your core. Your knees still up, Izzy put his head on your knees, looking at you from under his brows. His eyes flashing another red, reading your sinful thoughts, mostly about what you wanted Slash’s hand to do to you.

“Mmm… Slash, I think she wants something from you.” Izzy said smugly, and with one look yours were roughly spread open by an invisible force. Slash’s hand grazed your clothed pussy, his whole hand was now bigger than your crotch and it made you weak thinking if the unspeakable things his large fingers could do. A sharp claw like nail tract from his previous shorter nails. With one swift movement your shorts were split ripped off, and ripped to shreds, the fabric scattering on the bed. Now the sharp nail resting on your panties, digging a small hole in the fabric, you could feel it against your wet folds. Another quick motion and your panties were off and in pieces, and not one nick on your pussy. He retracted the nail and his fingers now exploring your soaking cunt. Izzy on the other hand began to take your shirt off for you, not in a traditional way. His eyes flashed another red and like a lit match to paper your shirt disintegrated, not one fluff of fabric was left. But he gently let his invisible powers unclasp your bra and let it fall to the side. “ My precious moon…” Slash whispered as he sloppy kissed your neck, his canines making brief contact with your skin making you shiver. His one finger began to enter your pleading pussy. It was big, almost not enough space to add another, but soon after you settled on his finger he added another one, stretching you out. You moaned, falling back onto Slash’s chest. Izzy taking the opportunity to crawl between your legs and kiss you from your tits to your neck. A low groan cane from his lips as they grazed over your neck, just wanting to dig his fangs into you and leave you whining his name as he sucked your life away.

“Sunshine… can I?” He groaned against your exposed neck. You nodded hesitantly, waiting for the stinging injection. The sharp tips of his fangs pierced your skin, making you hiss, soon it dug all the way through your veins and his mouth was no situated on your skin, skin and grunting as he tasted your sweet blood. Slash was pumping his fingers in and out of you as you moaned both their names through pain and pleasure. You felt yourself draw closer to your orgasm as both Izzy and Slash worked on your pussy, Slash fingering you and Izzy playing with your clit. Tears began to stream down your face from the pleasure and the howling pain you were feeling as Izzys sharp fangs were still lodged in the side of your neck. Slash whined like a dog as you felt his hard on on your lower back, his hips bucking against you to get friction. You thought about how his big cock probably wouldn’t even fit you, but god it made the pits of your stomach burn with desire. Blood dripped down your collarbone to your tits and then to your stomach and thighs, gushing out of the two bite marks like a waterfall. You were getting light headed, from loss of blood and of your orgasm coming near. Slash did a few more slams against your g spot, feeling you clench around him and finally cumming all over his big fingers. You sighed as you came down from your electrical high. Izzy taking his fangs out of you the same time Slash took out his fingers. Slash took his fingers and licked them softly groaning to himself as he tasted your cum. “Fuck… you taste so good.” He sighed.

Izzy’s mouth dripped with your blood, quickly wiping of the excess he had to get another kind of taste of you. You moaned and your hands flung to his dark head of hair, tugging as he licked through your folds. Groaning as he tasted you on his tongue, both your blood and cum. He cleaned up your wetness, devouring ever single drop, whilst you moaned out at his actions and how his fangs were so close to cutting you. “So fucking good…” Izzy agreed with Slash as his mouth detached to your aching pussy. You whined at the loss of friction and pleasure. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fill you up real good…” Slash said lowly in your ear, feeling his big cock against your back. You mind wandered to the endless things he could do to you with his now bigger stronger body. “I see… only thinking of the little mutt are we? Well thats not fair is it… I’m the one that marked you as mine.” Izzy spoke, his last line directed at the two fang marks on your neck. You were willing to do anything for him, you being his or not. “Do what you’re thinking of sunshine.” Izzy said with a smirk, his hard on getting more visible as he read your thoughts. He sat back on the bed in front of you, his elbows perching him up as he laid back. You lead forward, now away from Slash’s torso, leaning down and arching your ass in the air like a cat. Your hands going over his clothed thighs, soon unbuttoning his jeans, his hard on now deliciously close to your mouth, under his boxers, you took them off too and watched as his dick sprung out of its retrains. Dripping with precum. You looked him in the eyes as you licked up and took his tip in your mouth. He groaned, his head flung back in ecstasy.

You felt a something press against you ass while you were taking Izzy’s big dick in your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the side as far as they could to see what it was. Slash. Only in his underwear, his enormous boner pressing against your soft ass cheeks. You moaned a nod, telling him he could do what he wanted. Taking off his underwear, positioned behind you. So certain it wouldn’t fit, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to fuck you to shreds with this new growth of his. He slowly entered you, only the head, you already felt filled. You moaned against Izzy’s cock. Izzy taking you by the hair and pushing you down gently, making your body feel on fire as you heard Izzys soft erotic groans as you pleased him with your mouth and tongue. You whimper against him, holding onto his thighs as Slash pushed deeper into you. It hurt like hell but god was it hot. You felt like he was reaching all the way to your throat, you were filled to brim with Izzy that was already down your throat. After you got comfortable with his huge cock in you, he started to thrust in and out of you. Moaning hard on Izzy dick making him groan and tug at your hair.

Slash’s thrusts got faster and harder, making your whole body move and shake, the bed squeaking and skin slapping. His one hand parted from your hip and with a flick of the wrist, nails turned to claws and he scratched his side, drawing blood, dripping and staining the sharp ends with his scarlet blood. Then swiftly going to claw at your back, harder than he did with himself, your blood starting to run, his that was on his nails fused with yours in your new wounds. A strong burn erupted your senses as his blood dripped into your veins. Marking you as his, just like Izzy. Another sweeter and stronger feeling erupted as Izzy spilled into your mouth and down your throat. “Swallow baby.” He said through pants. You did just that. “ Good girl.” He praised. Soon you and Slash felt the same feeling as his thrusts got sloppy but harder and he moaned, cumming into your clenching hole and you cumming over his dick, your sweet fluids fusing as-well.

“Ours.” The word that rang in your ears.

You were Izzy’s s Sun

You were Slash’s Moon

Both weaknesses, but intertwined with their souls

A/n: idk what to write at the end so theres some horrid poetry i guess

#Spotify #guns n roses #izzy stradlin #duff mckagan #axl rose #slash #steven adler #duff gnr #izzy gnr #slash gnr #steven gnr #axl gnr #slash x reader #slash smut #werewolf #werewolf smut #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin smut #vampire smut #werewolf slash #vampire izzy

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Speaking of Astarion, post good ending, do you think he would rather find a way to make his love immortal like him or change himself back from being a vampire? If the choice is even possible.

I don’t think he’d try to turn his love into a vampire like himself, if that’s what you mean. That would require them to be under the control of some other vampire lord and Astarion would only wish that on his worst enemy. As for other forms of immortality, most of them come with some deep cost which may turn it more into a curse than a gift.

But if there was a way to cure his vampirism? He’d jump at the chance. To walk in the sun again? To not have to hunt in the night like a wild animal? To be truly free to go where he wanted, whenever he wanted? That alone would be worth the price of immortality. Better still, if he can gets his lives back.

From what I understand about the lore, when high elves die, they’re essentially reincarnated and are able to remember moments of their past lives through trance.

Now if he could have all that, and say his love is an elf as well? They’d have entirety.

Of course, if his love isn’t an elf, then there is a timer on their relationship. Even if he found a cure for his vampirism, he’d still out live them, it’s part of the package.

I don’t think this would discourage him though. He and his love started the relationship with him as a vampire. Him outliving them was understood from the start and they fell in love anyway.

Astarion will always love them, even after they’re gone, but it won’t mean he’ll stop living. He owes them to keep living and carry them with him until his last breath. He’s in it for the long haul, however long that ends up being.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur’s gate iii #bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion baldur’s gate 3

[artiststarme]

Wayne's Unspoken Shovel Talk

I keep seeing shovel talk fics on my dash so I figured I would throw my hat in the ring! It’s short and I don’t love it but here we go.

~*~*~*~

Wayne liked to think that he and the Harrington kid had an unspoken understanding. If Steve hurt Eddie in any way, shape, or form, Wayne was going to kill him. Sure, he hadn’t said it in so many words, in any words in fact. However, he knew it was heavily implied through his cautious glares and thinly veiled interrogations. He may not have given him a shovel talk but that was only because Eddie had threatened to stop buying coffee for the trailer if he did.

He and Steve might watch the game together every Sunday. Hell, Wayne even dropped lunch off to the kid on the days Eddie worked at the garage and Steve left his food in the fridge. But, it was well-known to everyone that he would always be in Eddie’s corner before anyone else’s. He might approve of the Harrington boy dating his nephew but he’d gut him like a fish if he made Eddie shed a single tear.

So, when Eddie comes home crying one day, Wayne doesn’t even think before he’s pulling on his work boots and grabbing his shotgun.

He hardly makes eye contact with Eddie as he brushes past him on his way to his truck. He only stopped when a hand grabbed his elbow and turned him around to look a heavily upset Eddie in the eye.

“Wha- Wayne. Where are you going?” Eddie asked him in utter confusion.

“I’m ‘bout to go show your boy what happens when he makes ya cry.”

“What? I’m not crying because of Steve.”

That made Wayne pause. He hadn’t even thought to consider another possibility. Eddie had said that he was going to see Steve today and he assumed that the Harrington boy had hurt his nephew.

“What is it then?”

Tears started to form in Eddie’s eyes again which filled him with alarm. How bad was it if he was starting to cry again?

“I saw a dead dog on my way to Family Video. Someone hit it and just left it there on the side of the road! I stopped and tried to help it but it was already dead. An innocent animal! Maybe someone’s pet and they just left it there!” Eddie cried theatrically.

Wayne was well acquainted with his nephew’s dramatics. His alarmed concern evaporated as he pulled Eddie in for a hug. His nephew always was a bit sensitive. Wayne had learnt a long time ago that the best route to take in this situation would be a listening ear and a warm hug, maybe a pat on the head or two if the circumstance arose.

“It’s alright kid, you leave it there? We could take it to the woods and dig it a grave. Would that make you feel better?”

Eddie nodded before his gaze narrowed. “Wait a second. Why’d you have your shotgun if you were going to talk to Steve?”

“I thought he hurt ya,” Wayne shrugged.

“So you were going to shoot him! No Wayne! You can’t just shoot people that upset me, you’d kill the whole goddamn town. Next time, talk to me first. And no guns!” Eddie ranted, waving his hands around passionately.

“Hey, your boy knows what he’s getting himself into! If he hurts ya, he’ll be looking down the barrel of my shotgun. End of.” He wouldn’t be the first Munson to go to prison but he would be the last.

“Jesus Christ, Uncle Wayne. Please don’t.”

“Well, if he don’t hurt ya, things’ll be fine. He better keep his ass in line. Now go get a shovel, we gotta grave to bury.”

Eddie looked impressively distressed at his words before Wayne rolled his eyes and clarified, “for the dog. Go.”

And so the Harrington kid lives for another day.

@doubleb11 @nburkhardt @zerokrox-blog @newtstabber @i-less-than-three-you @carlyv @trippypancakes @straight4joekeery

#Eddie tells Steve about it later and he gets scared #he tries to bribe Wayne with a pie at the next football game #it doesn’t work but he does get an invite to cook on holidays #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #uncle wayne #shovel talk

[dilfhos]

STRAY

#!WHO : SHIGARAKI TOMURA

#!CC: puppygirl!reader, thoughts of depravity, readers kinda naive, no thots just dick, there’s no expressive consent but reader’s kinda dumb and needy, use of “doggy” and “pup”. reader does actually bark (not them arf, yips! like a husky, heady bark.) MDNI.

+bringing back this banger from my old blog. you can also read it on my ao3. im nervous lol idk how its gonna hold up 2 years later, diff audience. i can’t remember the ask specifically but it was something like Shigaraki finding a stray and he ends up using her. omg and i want to tag @bakatenshii idk if you remember my old alias but i do remembered you loved this fic!

+NETWORK(S): @angelshub @bitchcraftinc (i keep forgetting to do this mL, excuse the random @/lovelies)

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad…

Shigaraki still wonders how he ever let this be, an animal-woman hybrid living in his already cramped apartment. Doesn’t know why he hadn’t bothered to kick you out either. But it could be anybody’s guess as to why you still remain.

It all started when he got into an argument with his landlord, one that required him the self control to back off and avoid killing the bastard. It was rainy but Shigaraki paid no mind to the stinging raindrops that pelted his skin and soaked his clothes. It was dark out, but not too dark as to not notice you cowering against the side of his building upon his return. Your eyes were closed as you trembled in the cold rain.

Shigaraki didn’t know why he found himself moving closer to get a better look at you but when your eyes shot open, he found himself almost curious. He’d never seen anything like you before. Especially when your ears, you very doglike ears twitched forward, erect and alert. But you didn’t seem all that afraid. You were dressed in soaked shirt that was too big for you as it sagged off your body.

He crouched down and you inched toward him reluctantly and as you moved from your previous position, his eyes sought out the tail that had been tucked in between your legs.

“Hey, there you are,” Someone cooed from behind him. Shigaraki turned to eye the man. There was nothing all that remarkable about him; he wore all black, his hood over his head save for a few dark locks that stuck to his brows. Shigaraki wasn’t the least bit intimidated. But that couldn’t be said for you as you frantically dove into his arms, letting out a frightened whimper. Your ears flattened against your head as your hands curled into Shigaraki’s coat.

He wanted to back you off and leave from the situation as it had nothing to do with him and was fixing to do so when he looked down. Your pupils were blown and eyes glossy, pleading.

He sighed before standing, pulling you up with him to stand on trembling feet.

“She yours?” Shigaraki mumbled. You moved behind him, your hands tightening on his clothes.

“Heh, yeah, ran right out through the door. Isn’t that right baby?” You growled all while cowering behind Shigaraki’s form.

“No collar,” Shigaraki noted.

“Been meaning to get her one. C’mon baby, why don’t you leave the nice man alone and come back home with me?” He cooed.

The utter confidence and trust you had in Shigaraki at this moment was appalling. He barely covered the man in terms of height and upon first glance, he looked rather average. Definitely not the type to win in a fist fight. So why were you so dependent on him to save you?

Shigaraki didn’t have time to really think too much about it because the man advanced, silver glinting under the streetlamp. You yelped and cowered back against the wall again, covering your eyes.

You heard a grunt followed by a pained cry as that then died into the sound of pelting rain. When you lowered your shaky hands, Shigaraki was standing over a pile of what looked to be ash, the knife a few feet away.

Ever since that night, he couldn’t seem to shake you.

You’re loyal and to him, it’s annoying. Showing up at his doorsteps turns into you sleeping on his ratty couch. His chasing you away turns into grumbles of tolerance. The typical sneer he wears when you come sniffing around dissolved in hidden blushes and twitched lips as your distrustful cowering eventually turn into you becoming disturbingly comfortable around him.

After another day of pressing his key into the lock does he already see you on the other side of the door, tail whipping back and forth in excitement as you await his return. Except he isn’t really in the mood. Today was particularly bad and he wanted nothing more than to possibly let off steam, maybe watch something, blow his load and sleep.

“Stupid mutt, stop doing that!” He growls when his back immediately slams against the door, eyes narrowed in the way you smile up at him.

“Welcome home sir.” You beamed.

Another thing you picked up was calling him ‘sir’. Despite the many times he tells you not to. He wasn’t your last owner, and honestly, he’d like it if you didn’t call him anything. But every one of his complaints go through one ear and out the other with you having half the intelligence of an actual dog.

He recoils when he feels your tongue graze his neck. Groans when it doesn’t just end there. You’re licking his chin, his neck, and when your tongue laps over his lips, he’s trying to buck you off. But you’re so persistent as you press further against him, your front grinding up against his groin unknowingly.

Shigaraki bites back a moan at your ignorance, his cock already hardening from your aimless shifting.

You couldn’t feel the bulge pushing against your thigh? The soft grunts he’d release when you’d lap at the rough skin of his neck? You can’t be that stupid or then maybe you are.

But would it be that bad if you are? Because then he wouldn’t feel guilty when he dreams of stuffing you full with his cock. You practically ask for it every chance you get with him. The sleeping in his bed, your excessive show of affection, the sickening devotion in your eyes.

And then, isn’t it what he deserved? He did save you that night. Do you even remember how easy it could have been for him to just walk away? To give you up to that creep? Sure it only happened a few weeks ago but he thinks of that night as if it was only the last. How when he brought you home and went to retrieve a towel to dry you up, you were on your hands and knees practically presenting yourself to him as you slumped in exhaustion. As if giving him the go ahead to do what he wanted to and by gods, it took everything with him not to.

He wasn’t a hero, not by a long shot. And maybe you didn’t have the mental capacity to accept that he was actually a villain because in your eyes, he was your savior.

But as said, today was a particularly bad day and right now he felt anything but.

So just this once he’ll give in. Whether you wanted it or not didn’t matter to him at this point, already past contemplation. After all you’re his pet now, his property and if he can’t do this then what good are you really?

You release your little whimpers and when you look up, your eyes are wide, so full of confusion when he suddenly has you on your hands and knees pressing into you from behind on the floor. Your owner wears a new look, his eyes so feral, teeth gritted. And you know that look; it was the look of your last owner among all the other men that tried to take you on the streets. Hunger. Greed. Desperation.

And you should be wary, should cower away from the carnality in his eyes because you know better than anyone that when it’s present one thing is desired. Yet, you hold your ground. You don’t struggle, in fact he could just make out the way your hips shimmy back a little bit and the whine that surfaces from your throat.

You just can’t help it, the air around you has changed. A thick cloud of hot lust is weighing down around you and so much so, you can’t help but to submit. Besides you trust him one for reasons you can’t figure out.

Shigaraki refuses to meet your eyes, instead he quickly fumbles with his belt and takes out his hard cock. A blush spreads across his face when he eyes the steady slick trailing down your thighs and upon closer inspection he can see how swollen you were and that’s what does him in.

It’s what has him surging forward, bottoming out completely inside of you. Your ears flatten against your head as you let out the neediest sounding moan, one that has a shiver licking down his spine.

“Shit. Shit,” He should feel ashamed, taking advantage of you like this. But he clings on the fact that he’s a villain, that’s his justification. A villian with his pet, that’s all this is.

It’s fueling his newfound vigor as he speeds up, the heat of your tight cunny sucking him in with every cant of his hips.

His fingers dig into the plush of your hips as his own thrust forward, his cock forcing past your tight ring of muscle. You look back again, your eyes glossy with tears, long tongue hanging out as you whine and pant. He was so thick, so heavy within your tight, hot walls. Your nails scrape helplessly against the dingy carpet as he rocks into you with so much drive.

In the midst of your panting and whining surfaces his voice, so grating and filthy as he tumbles every degrading name in the book. It should worry him and yet it has his stomach knotting up, his thighs and glutes tightening as he holds on to your hips for dear life. And in the midst of that is the loud, wet, shlicks of each sink into you.

“My needy little bitch. Taking my cock like a good doggy,” He grits, eyeing the recoil of your ass against his hips.

His hand seeks out the base of your tail as he uses it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock. And it hurts, it has the tears spilling over and yet, your cunt only tightens around him some more.

“F-Feels good sir!” You cry out at about the same time as he mumbles,

“Good doggy, such a good pup,” And at his praise, your ears bend forward, and your tail begins to switch slowly in his gasp. You feel a knot in your tummy, desperately winding down to what you’re chasing. It has you rocking back against him needy to have, so so needy. And the way your resolve has melted away, it makes all his thoughts of guilt completely vanish, leaving him with an unbearable need to fill you up.

He’s quickly pulling out and flipping you onto your back, nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he spreads you wide.

You were so wet, inhumanly so as it’s gushing down onto the carpet and the sight alone has him nearly cumming right then and there but he holds it. At least until he’s thrusting into you again, your head thrown back as you let out a broken whine. Your tits bounce with all the force he’s using as he’s putting everything into these last moments. His one track kind only focuses in the tuft of fur above your cunny, at the way your puffy lips pull part each time he's pushing forward and the slick coating his cock.

You’re yelping with each kiss he delivers to your cervix, hands desperate to hold onto to your new owner. You reach out and he grasps your wrists, using you to thrust impossibly deeper into you. Static fills his mind as his eyes roll back, his hips slamming against yours, balls smacking your ass each time.

“Fuck, fuck cumming!”

“Sir! Sir please-” You cut your own self off with a heady bark, one that startles him. It’s also what has him groaning as he twitches, his seed spilling so suddenly into you. Your pussy milks him as you gush around his dick and it has him falling over, elbows pressed into the carpet on either side of your head. Your legs wrap around his waist as your hips shimmy up against him, whining as you push past your own limits, twitching every so slightly at the overstimulation and sealing this moment of what would be the best one in your simple little head.

“Good girl,” Shigaraki whispers and he really means it, at least for now. It makes him think having a pet like you may not be all that bad.

He also thinks he should probably name you.

dilfos. do not plagiarize any parts of my content— current or archival. all rights reserved.

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[soleilceirinen]

When the darkness comes | Tommy Shelby x Shadowhunter!Reader - Part 2

Summary: you are a shadowhunter investigating the sudden rise of yin fen in the Downworld, the trail leads you to Small Heath and a blue eyed gangster.

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

Part 1 - PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST

Since your first encounter with Thomas Shelby, you had been following him everywhere, day and night. A week had passed and you could tell that the man was getting more and more paranoid each day, clearly aware that he was being followed. He even commented on it to some of his peers but they simply told him to relax. 

From what you had been able to observe, it was clear to you that Thomas was not a vampire. You had seen him walking in broad sunlight and drinking alcohol although you had not caught him eating something solid yet. Also, you were almost sure that he wasn’t one of the fey despite being pretty enough to be one of them. 

He didn’t seem to be a werewolf either, because many times you were able to see the shine of his silver cigarette box in his hand. Besides, at that precise moment you were watching him under the light of the full moon and he wasn’t showing any sign of changing. 

At this point you still needed to find out if he was a warlock, a demon or just a mundane with the Sight. Despite Greater Demons often taking the form of handsome men wearing suits, which you did find quite funny, you were almost sure that it wasn’t the case here. So, warlock or mundane it was, but in order to figure it out you needed to see him completely naked. 

Warlocks were the offspring of a mundane woman and a demon, and they always had a mark that indicated their true nature such a weird skin or eye colour, horns, claws, a tail, scales… but you couldn’t see any with him wearing so many layers of clothing. If he had a mark, it was well hidden. 

You were in a narrow alley near the Garrison, so distracted thinking about how you were going to make him undress that you didn't notice the moment he disappeared from your sight. You returned to reality after noticing a presence behind you. Slowly, you turned around until you were facing Thomas Shelby, who was pointing his gun at your face.

"You're following me," he said through clenched teeth. It wasn't a question, he already knew the answer. 

You looked at the way he gripped the handle of the gun, his knuckles white from the pressure, and shrugged slightly.

“Well, that’s true. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. In fact,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “if I hadn’t gotten distracted thinking about… uh, something, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now”, you finished with a small smile. 

He stared at you impassively with his serious face, like a cold mask. “Are you Russian?”, he questioned. You looked from his face to the barrel of his gun and back to his face. He seemed exasperated at your lack of response. “Italian? Why are you following me?”

“I was born and raised in Idris but now I live in London. I want to know more about yourself, Mr. Shelby, that’s all. Could you stop pointing your gun at me? I don’t think those are good manners”, you stated simply. 

Thomas let out a hiss but never put the gun away. He seemed like a trapped animal and you didn’t doubt that he would shoot you if he wanted. With a sight, you slowly raised your hands showing him your palms in an attempt to let him know that you weren’t going to hurt him. 

“I would like to talk to you, Mr. Shelby”, you said softly. “I know you’ve been sending yin fen to America, but do you even know what you are selling?” 

His lips parted as if he were going to say something, you could almost imagine the hinges inside his head turning over and over again. And behind all that, a confused expression.

“What do you know about magic Mr. Shelby?” you continued without taking your eyes away from his blue ones. 

“My aunt can talk to the dead and I could tell your fortune and charm dogs,” he said bitterly. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or messing with you. 

Tilting your head to the side, you dedicated him another smile, this time wider. “Oh, I see. If I were you, I would speak a little quietly because they are going to think that you have lost your mind, talking alone in the middle of an alley and pointing your gun to the void.” 

“What?” 

A pair of footsteps were approaching, they were probably heading in the direction of the Garrison but at some point they would pass by the entrance to the alley and they would see you. Well, not you. Those who approached were talking in low voices, a man and a woman as far as you could tell. Her heels clicked melodically against the wet cobblestones.

When Thomas turned his head in their direction, you took your chance and jumped away from him with a series of fluid movements thanks to years of training. From the top of a roof a couple of buildings away, you watched the scene. 

The woman asked Thomas what he was doing there. He was still holding the gun with his arm outstretched, pointing at nothing. When he realised that you had disappeared, he lowered the gun and rubbed his hand over his face in a dejected gesture. 

“Don’t pay attention to him Ada”, said the man, who now you identified as Arthur. “Lately our Tommy has been acting like this, trying to convince us that he’s been followed. I bet he was talking to the ghost before we arrived, am I right Tommy boy?” 

Arthur laughed but Ada seemed to be worried. She took a few steps and grabbed Thomas by the arm, pulling him out of the alley. “Have you been taking opium, Tom? Are you seeing things again?” 

Thomas shook his head. After taking one last look at the alley, he let his siblings drag him to the Garrison.

#thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby x reader #shadowhunter!reader #the shadowhunter chronicles #tommy shelby x y/n #peaky blinders #shadowhunters and peaky blinders

[lowcosmic]

its me again! i feel like calling myself wet dream kokichi anon would be awkward so my sign off is 💫 from now on!

can i request vampire kokichi feeding on reader? suggestive but no smut.

reader is used to it. but to make things interesting, he makes it a little spicy this time. also some fluff at the end (kokichi teasing reader for their reactions). thank youuu <3

—— lovebites . ; kokichi ouma

“ it was like a masochist’s dream — a line of blood running down your skin , only for kokichi to lap it all up. ”

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : vampire kokichi feeding on his favorite life source.

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : some suggestive hints & mentions of blood

— 𝐚/𝐧 : eeeEEEEEEE oh btw i ain’t a vampire connoisseur so don’t attack me pls

“ y’know , if you keep taking my blood , someday i’ll end up looking like a prune. ” you informed kokichi as he stared at you with a form of puppy eyes.

“ you woooon’t , i promise!! ” kokichi latched onto your arm. “ i marked you , remember? that’s basically a signed contract saying that unless i die , you can’t die because you’re my number one life support!! jeez , how many times do i have to tell you this?! ”

it was true. once you’d found out his secret , you’d let him feed off you without the marking or “ contract, ” as he’d like to call it. then , your health started deteriorating , leading him to tell you about how he could still have you and keep you alive at the same time.

and so , you let him permanently mark you — it hurt like heck since it’d been engraved into your skin , but you were all for not dying by his sharp fangs.

so you couldn’t die unless he died. then you’d become mortal again and go on to live normally. you were stuck with him , wether you liked it or not.

you could definitely feel pain , though. you always felt a slight pinch every time kokichi's teeth broke through , but he’d always physically comfort you and make sure you’re okay.

and soon enough , you got used to it . it started becoming sort of alluring.

“ fine , fine. go ahead. ” you pulled him in , feeling his mouth hover over your soft , enticing flesh. the smell was almost enough for kokichi to ravage you fully , but lucky for you , he had self control. only took what he needed , never too gluttonous.

“ hey , hey. i was thinking we could do something … a bit different this time. ” he whispered in your ear , a bit sultry.

“ what do y —? ”

“ just something to … excite this more. we’re dating after all! and couples have fun with each other , right?? ”

“ what … did you have in mind? ”

you felt him lick at your skin.

“ koki — ?! ” he cut you off by smashing his lips onto yours , muffling a small yelp from you. he swiftly pinned you to the nearby wall , licking your bottom lip seductively. you moved your hand to grip at the back of his hair. you pulled him in closer.

he pushed his tongue against your lips, taking your other hand and squeezing it. he then pinned that to the wall as well, forcing his tongue in your mouth.

you could practically smell the aggressiveness on him , his rough handling making you wonder if he’d wanted this for a while now.

meanwhile , kokichi was going crazy over your scent. over the proximity. over you. he wanted to just mark you over and over again with no stopping, sinking his fangs in your neck to show everyone else that you were taken.

he lowered his head to your jaw , softly nipping there before going to your neck.

he immediately bit down , sinking his teeth in to replenish his thirst. you tasted so wonderful to him , better than the blood of his enemies or any animal organism.

he sucked on the spot to numb it a bit , saving you little from the incoming sharp shot of pain — his tongue making sure it turned into a better feeling.

it was like a masochist’s dream — a line of blood running down your skin , only for kokichi to lap it all up. he kissed the wound before moving to another spot , repeating the procedure.

indents of his teeth were left in your flesh , your fluids daring to come out under kokichi’s watchful eye.

“ k - kokichi … sheesh , my whole neck’s going to — ” you stuttered out.

“ shh , don’t worry — i'll help disinfect and bandage these later.~ ” he said back.

kissing the identical blotch , he made a few others down the line of the front side of your throat.

you were used to his love markings ; but usually they were light and not too deep into your skin. but this time, they were set deep enough for you to feel the carvings without touching them — his signs of affection.

he made sure not to leave any excess blood after adding a couple more marks on , running off suddenly to go get the “ feeding session first aid kit ”.

you stood there against the wall , breathing heavily from the session. heck , what noises were you making during that?

he came back a few moments later , taking out the ointment and the roll and unraveling it to go around your neck.

leaving a big smooch on your lips, he hugged you tightly for a brief moment.

“ i heard a moan!!~ ” he smugly teased.

“ your ears are broken!!! ” you shouted back.

“ my ears are NEVER wrong! come ooooon , just admiiiit it!! you liked it! you liked it , you liked it , you liked it!!! ”

“ … whatever. ” you looked away , flustered and not meeting his perked up eyes.

“ heyyy!!!! don’t look away from me , (s/o)!! ” kokichi pouted , wrapping his arms around your neck to try to get you to turn your head.

eventually , you gave in and looked at his curly hair tips. kokichi stared at you innocently , as if he wasn’t responsible for your newly wrapped neck and aching muscles.

kissing your jawline delicately , he uttered a thank you.

how could someone so devious be so sweet at the same time?

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

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[throneofsapphics]

between the heavens and the embers

Fenyrs x f!Reader

Summary: Day 4, “She will die, thinking you never loved her.” With Fenrys

Warnings: terminal illness, discussions of death/death, angst 

kinktober masterlist

Of course Aelin had kept in contact with her, he thought bitterly. Or at least caught wind of what was happening through the city's gossip. After their split, he went through extensive efforts to avoid anywhere she frequented. Nowhere felt safe, and he’d begged Aelin to send him abroad again. 

Y/n, dying, the one he could never quite ‘get over’ as they’d all say. The rest of their court had passed years ago, and he found solace in her shortly after. Still, he left. Maybe it was fear, at the time he thought his own immortality would be a blessing - giving him plenty of time to move on or to find someone new.

“It’s .. it’s nothing about you.” 

“You told me forever,” tears streamed down her face and he hated himself for a moment, hated himself for giving her that kind of hope. 

“I shouldn’t have said that.” He replied tightly, forcing any emotion out of his voice - a neutral mask, perfected over the centuries, slid over his features. 

“Gods” She scoffed, fingers tugging at her hair. He gripped the fabric of his pants, fighting the urge to reach out and pull her hands away, to take them into his own. “Was all of this a lie? All of the times you told me you loved me?” 

He winced at the pure resentment in his voice, a crack appearing in his mask. Still, he was protecting her from the reality of growing old while he would stay young. “I spoke without thinking.” He was digging himself a greater hole, going past the point of return. 

“Leave.” Her voice was cold. “I don’t want to see you again.” He gave her a short nod and turned. He allowed himself to glance back once, but she’d already disappeared inside. 

-

Fenrys debated turning around at least twenty times during the walk to her house, on the outskirts of Orynth. Enough that he shifted and trotted through the trees lining the road - it would do no good to scare the living daylights out of anyone walking by. Things were simpler in his animal form, although the desire to flee was still there, it wasn’t quite as strong. She still lived in the same place as a decade ago. He steeled himself, trying to summon all of his courage as he made it. For Gods sake, he’s charged onto battlefields, fought enemies he was certain he’d lose against, faced the drudgery of foreign courts; this shouldn’t be this difficult. Finally, he arrived at her house. The yard was littered with people he recognized - her family, and he stopped outside the fence. Based on the wicked glares he was receiving, they recognized exactly who he was. 

He didn’t call out or ask, only waited to see what they would do. Even if he wanted to say something, he couldn’t be certain his voice wouldn’t break. A woman disappeared inside and he heard muttered voices, angry rebukes, and then the calm melody of hers - sounding the exact same as she did a decade ago, down to each inflection and pause.

The door swung open and he held his breath. She exited and ushered everyone else back inside, ignoring and shutting down their protests. Curious faces, young and old, peered through the curtains.

She walked with ease for someone dying of a terminal illness, and paused a foot away from him, on the other side of the fence. 

He stood outside of the fence waiting for her, on time for once. He’d promised to take her on a date and held a small bunch of her favorite wildflowers flowers in his hand, ones he’d picked on his way here. She bounded outside with a smile on her face, closing the door behind her. 

“You showed up,” she grinned and almost ran the rest of the way. 

“Did you doubt me?” He teased 

“Is there something you need?” The words were polite, but indifferent and a strained smile was pasted on her face. Mentally he ran through all of the different ways he’d tried to justify his actions fifty years ago. 

“I’m sorry.” 

She raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. “And?” 

-

She didn’t believe it until she saw the male standing there, on the other side of her fence, just like he had ten years ago. Y/n tried to tamper down the bitterness and resentment, to ‘let it go,’ as everyone told her she should’ve years ago. Still, he’d left with no idea she was pregnant, and any letters she tried to send him were never answered and likely never opened or delivered. There wasn’t a chance or a way to actually tell him, and she debated whether or not to tell him now. Somehow, he’d never caught wind of it and her kids stayed back far enough he couldn’t catch wind of their scents. 

“I regret … my actions.” 

She blinked once, trying to clear her vision and make sure this was real and not some figment of her imagination. 

“Thank you?” Her voice trailed up at the end, uncertain if that’s actually a proper reply or not. Gods, she’d been in several awkward situations over the years but this might top the rest of them. 

She chewed on her bottom lip, debating whether or not to make her confession. She’d raised two beautiful children, at least for the first decade of their lives. As a single mother … she was reluctant to let go of them. 

-

“There’s … people you should meet.” 

His heart dropped and he felt the urge to sprint - to run far away from here. He knew exactly what she meant. She took one glance at him, and turned. Probably testing to see if he would run again but … Fenrys forced himself to stay still, to keep in place while she made her way back to the house. 

She came out a minute later with two children, males and twins. One hand braced each of their shoulders. They couldn’t be older than ten, and he had no doubts they were his. For fucks sake he was a father. Even without scenting their heritage, their features gave it away. They looked just like him and … he swallowed the thought, even centuries later it was still fresh, the memories still too difficult to bring to the forefront of his mind. 

-

“I never spoke ill of you to them, and never let anyone else. If you were wondering. I never let anyone else, either.” He sat next to her on a bench, watching as the two sprinted around the large backyard, chasing each other with wooden swords. It faced the mountains, expanding into a beautiful view of the Staghorns. He could feel the breeze of the wind, and if he closed his eyes, he could smell the pine and snow. 

“You had every right to.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two children, wincing as one hit the other on the back of the knees. He’d had no idea of what to say to them, how to even interact, but he supposed he’d have people to introduce them to. Gods if he had to ask Rowan for parenting advice, he’d never hear the end of it. 

They sat in silence, and he’d forgotten how nice it is to sit in her presence, how she'd always … steady, for lack of a better word. 

“The healer says they will settle,” y/n’s voice was hoarse now and in his peripheral he spotted her brushing a tear away. “I understand if it’s too much, but would you …” 

“I’ll look after them.” He promised, and without thinking he grasped one of her hands in his own. She didn’t pull away and he squeezed gently before letting go. Her hand fell flat against the wood of the bench, and her fingers flexed, digging in slightly before she returned it to her lap. She didn’t look at him, but a ghost of a smile crossed her face, gone before he could memorize it. The memories of her had grown hazy over the years, but now he wanted to take in every inch of her, commit it all to memory so years from now he could still remember her. Not necessarily out of love, but as a reminder. A reminder of how badly he’d messed up. He owed her that, owed himself that. 

-

“AELIN.” Fenrys roared, pounding on the Queen’s door. He’d returned several hours past sundown, the sky dark and lit only by the moon and several of the city’s inhabitants asleep in their beds. 

“What the fuck?” She cursed, and he heard both her and Rowan moving. He raised his hand to knock again, but the door swung open and a pissed off looking Queen and King consort stood in front of him. Still, if they knew about his kids … that anger would be nothing compared to his. 

“Did you know?” He said through gritted teeth. 

She crossed her arms, propping her wait on one hip. “I did, and I told you.” She said slowly, as if she was talking to a child - taunting him. 

“You never told me.” 

“I told you this morning!” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “The other thing.” 

“Just tell us what it is, Fenrys.” Rowan said, his voice low and eyes half-lidded with sleep. That’s a change from the Rowan from centuries ago. If he’d pounded on their door like that, he’d be greeted by a knife to his throat or poised to slip between his ribs. 

“I’m. A. Father.” 

Aelin’s mouth parted, Rowan blinked once, and relief flooded through him that he hadn’t known. 

“Come in,” Rowan stood aside, letting him slip inside the room.

-

Fenrys stood a foot behind his two children, Rowan on his right, Aelin on his left, and brushed a stray tear away as they lowered the casket.  

His mind drifted to what he found the other day. First, he was shocked when her family asked him to help clean things out, but he supposed he was a step or two further away from her, and maybe they assumed it would hurt him less. Regardless, he felt … honored they trusted him with a task like that. 

He fought back tears as he opened the drawers, lifting out the variety of letters crumpled into there and spotted a fresh piece of folded paper, a barely legible scrawl on the top, one word … his name. Apparently her handwriting had never improved over the years. With shaky hands, he unfolded it. 

Fenrys, 

You’re a good male and a good father. 

Take care of our boys. I trust you. 

He blinked back the tears, he’d spent the days since she passed swallowed in a cloud of grief and worry. First hand, he knew how incredible of a mother she was and how the twins loved her. Six months, he’d had six months to watch her and learn but it hadn’t felt like enough and he doubted it ever will. But, y/n having faith in him, even trusting him, made some of the doubts fade.

#throne of glass fic #throne of glass x reader #fenrys moonbeam x y/n #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x y/n #fenrys x reader #angst-tober 2023

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

WIP Wednesday Whenever

I got tagged by @isayashai and for once I actually have something on hand to share :) tysm for the tag!

I am not in enough of a brain space to tag people, so if you see this and want to share a WIP, consider yourself tagged!

//

It hit Wyll suddenly, as he dodged the wolf lunging at him—the wolf hadn’t actually hurt him. The snapping jaw always caught a space next to him, claws and teeth just shy of doing any real damage. Even as blood dripped from the wolf’s maw, none of it was Wyll’s.

Wyll slowed his movements, lowered his sword slightly.

Snarling, the wolf stepped closer. Even hunched low to the ground, the wolf stood as tall as him at the shoulders. When the wolf was only a few feet away, Wyll suddenly felt his tadpole squirming behind his eyes, connecting with the parasite in the wolf. Before Wyll could even consider how that could be possible, the wolf’s thoughts suddenly flooded his mind.

Do it. Be the hero. Kill me. Get it over with. You’ve finally seen the real me, have the courtesy to show me who you are. Whether you're like him or not, whether you’re a hero or not, you can drive your blade through my chest and know you are right. You always are. He always was.

Wyll stopped, hesitated, lowering his sword fully. 

The wolf growled, maw stained red, patches of fur matted with blood from where his sword managed to hit. As it stepped closer, teeth bared, Wyll’s tadpole once again connect with the wolf’s.

Do it. Be the hero. Kill me. Get it over with. You’ve finally seen the real me, have the courtesy to show me who you are. Whether you're like him or not, whether you’re a hero or not, you can drive your blade through my chest and know you are right. You always are. He always was.

Wyll’s mind flashes back to the nightmare that awoke him, the horrified faces as he transformed into his deviled form, hellfire consuming him and leaving something monstrous. The disappointment, the terror in the eyes of everyone as Mizora appeared behind him.

Wyll didn’t regret it, he told himself, he didn't regret it. He would make the deal with Mizora again, he would spare Karlach’s life again. He saved countless lives with his pact, he gave up his human form to spare an innocent woman. Wyll Ravengard, The Blade of Frontiers, was a hero, everything he did was right. He killed devils and monsters.

The creature before him was a monster, littered around him were the mutilated bodies of humans and animals alike. It had killed countless people, may kill countless more. 

Yet…

“I don’t think you want to hurt me,” Wyll said quietly, searching the wolf’s eyes for understanding.

I can hear the blood in your veins. I hunger to tear open your flesh and devour you. The desire consumes my mind. I will hurt you. It is only a matter of time.

“You haven’t hurt me yet, you had the chance but didn’t,”

I won’t let you win, I won’t be fooled by the hero act. Not again. Not this time. I won’t let you touch me. I won’t let you pretend it’s love. Show me your true self, not the act.

Wyll dropped his sword, dropped to his knees, raised his hands to surrender.

The wolf only saw the sudden movement.

#Eldritch IT Speaks #wip whenever #salam plays bg3 #oc: majexatli

[seraphimaa]

Feral things I want to do with Haarlep

We’re both just little creatures together. Us FR

Warnings: NSFW

- i wanna pull the tail. I wanna bite it. I wanna hear him hiss like a big cat and then I want him to punish me for it, using it to choke me and hold me in place while he fucks me into oblivion.

“Hey! Stop that! You’re such a little brat, you know that? No, no, no. You’re not going anywhere, my little mouse. You pulled the poor cats tail, now you get over his knee and apologise nicely otherwise he might just never let you cum again.” Giggles. “That’s what I thought. Good girl.”

- I wanna just touch and watch his wings. The way they flutter when he feels good or the way he bats them subconsciously in the air when he’s annoyed. Do they twitch when he cums? Does he bathe like a little bird, flapping them in the water?

“Yes. Just like that, my angel. I love it when you smile up at me like that-fuck. You were just made for this weren’t you? Sucking me so nicely” *flap flap flap*

Or

*aggressive splashing* “what? Why are you laughing at me?”

- Let us just be an unstoppable force of chaos. A grand ball full of tight collared elites? Drunken Kobold camp jamming on instruments? A peaceful village tavern? You can bet we’re going, just to make a scene and have a party of our own. I just wanna be loud, and embarrassing and totally socially unacceptable to polite society with him. We’d have so much fun.

“Come, my darling. It is positively time for us to grace the dance floor. Let’s show these sticks in the mud how to really dance.”

- I want to live like Bacchus and his one true Maenad. I want to exist in a state of frenzy, divine madness and ecstasy at his side. Always under the influence, even if just his venom alone. I want to run through the woods, feral and dangerous to all who cross us. Only we will decide whether we meet you with lust or chase.

“Look, my light. A little stray soul come to watch from behind the trees. Shall we invite to join our worship? How unfortunate, it seems you have met us on a day that my goddess is not feeling generous. I would run.”

- I want to bite him and I want him to bite me back. I want him to pin me down and swear I must be of the same nature. His little succubus. There was no other way to explain it.

“Tell me the truth. Tell me you lie. You are no mortal. You are made of the same beast I am, aren’t you? Always hungry for more. Always willing and needy for me. Such a little brat. My evil little monster. My little animal. My little soul kin. My succubus.”

- I want to fuck my way through the monster manual with him. There’s a whole world out there and I want to explore it all with him. He’d give me things no other could. The god of my small deaths as he feeds even my most depraved and closeted fantasies. There so much I want to explore through his help or form.

“You can take it. I’ve got you. Focus on my venom in your veins. Oh shit, does that feel good? Gods, you look so good like that. Eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out. I told you it would fit. You in there, my heart? Focus on my voice. There you are. God you’re just the perfect little monster tamer aren’t you? I was worried, for a slit second, he was going to smash us into pieces but aren’t you glad you trusted me? Doesn’t it feel so good to have something so big inside? Here, kiss me again, it’ll make it easier when he starts moving.”

- I want him to molt like a little lizard. I want to scratch my nails over his abs and arms. I want to help to peel layers of old skin away as he sighs with relief, squirming under my touch.

“Mmm, to the left. Yeah. Just like that. Think you can scratch the base of my tail, too? You’re so kind to me, however will I repay you?”

I actually had other stuff to finish but I the Haarlep in my brain made me write this word vomit instead. Enjoy? Idk. I don’t even know what this is. Help me. He doesn’t let me eat or sleep.

Miscellaneous Haarlep thoughts™️?

#misc haarlep thoughts #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #haarlep #haarlep x you #haarlep baldur's gate 3 #haarlep x tav #haarlep smut #haarlep imagine #haarlep the incubus #haarlep bg3 #bg3 haarlep #haarlep x reader #original content #bg3 headcanons #bg3 imagine

[wndaswife]

we shall both take very well deserved breaks then eheheh

could you perhaps do wanda who is weary about her powers bc she thinks they hurt people but in her little headspace reader encourages her to use them freely and so she does stuff with them constantly? e.i carrying her snacks behind her when shes holding her stuffies and her blankie, using them to get the cookies reader hid away, etc.

thank u for considering my request btw ur one of my fave writers ever!!

wanda maximoff & gn!reader

tags: fluff, hurt and comfort, age regression, little!wanda maximoff

summary: It’s easy learning to live a life on the run while hiding away in Edinburgh. It’s harder learning how to heal.

a/n: T_T thank you <33 i was excited to write this since i rlly love little wanda n haven't written for her yet :D

“What are you doing?”

Wanda jumped at the sound of your voice. The cereal box she’d been lifting with her magic dropped mid-air and she hid her hands behind her back. You quickly reached out and caught the box before it met the ground.

With a relieved exhale, you placed it on the counter then looked up to see a carton of milk and a bowl with a spoon in it laid in front of Wanda.

“Were you hungry?” you asked, looking over to Wanda who just nodded silently, her hands still clasped behind her back. “Were you using magic?” She looked away, her gaze falling to the floor as a shadow of guilt came over her face. 

“Baby, I’m proud,” you reassured, walking towards her and into the pale light of the open refrigerator. You reached your hands behind her hips and took hold of her hands, unclasping them and interlacing your fingers so you could hold them in front of you. You kissed her knuckles. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you use it.”

“‘M sorry,” she apologised. “Just thought that… it was cereal, so it wouldn’t be hurting anyone if I just…”

You moved forward and wrapped your arms around her. She stepped closer and buried her face in your chest.

“I know it’s hard,” you whispered against the top of her head. You felt her nod against you. “How about I pour the cereal and then you can do the milk, huh? We can do it together so you don’t have to be nervous.”

“B… But my magic is scary. Hurts people.”

You pulled away and leaned down to look at her. “It doesn’t scare me, baby,” you said with a smile. “You don’t scare me. You’re just my sweet little angel. You couldn’t ever be scary.” Wanda smiled and giggled, her shoulders raising slightly under her blankie still wrapped around her body.

“Tiny little baby witch thinking she could scare me…” you cooed then wrapped an arm around her blanketed shoulders. “You’re silly.” Like a delicate animal, she curled up into the crook of your body and you laid your chin atop her head.

You turned both of your focuses to the counter and you rubbed her upper arm. You poured the colourful cereal with its myriad of sugary marshmallows into the bowl. 

Wanda straightened in your arms, immediately excited to eat the cereal that was certainly more of a heavily-sugared desert than anything nutritious. Her eyes were practically shimmering in elation. 

“Okay,” you said and looked down at her. “It’s your turn. Milk?” She faltered slightly, cuddling up to your body again then looking up at you.

You ran your hand up her back soothingly. “It’s just you and me here, angel,” you whispered reassuringly then cupped her cheek. Your thumb rubbed gently against the corner of her mouth. “You couldn’t ever hurt me. I trust you.”

Wanda nodded confidently then turned to the bowl of cereal. Her arm raised and her hand peeked out from the blanket. Her fingers lifted and for a few moments, she hesitated, staring helplessly at the carton of milk as her fingers wavered slightly. 

A kiss was placed against her temple and you spoke against her skin, “I believe in you, sweet doll. I’m right here.” She took her bottom lip between her teeth then inhaled through her nose deeply before tiny red wisps finally formed around her fingertips. 

The carton of milk lifted from the counter and its cap twisted off. You watched Wanda’s focused stare, a concentration that was not due to a great amount of exerted effort but rather her conscious subduing of the nerves that she felt spiking up in her at the usage of her magic. It took quite a lot not to feel guilty for using it.

Milk was poured into the bowl of cereal before Wanda set it upright and recapped it.

“Baby, that was amazing!” you praised, pulling away to look at her. Wanda was uncertain as she hid her hands away in the warm confines of her blanket again, eyes casted to the floor. You reached down and took her hand that was hidden away and kissed each finger gently. 

You reiterated, squeezing her hand with yours, “That was amazing.”

She looked up from the floor and met your eyes nervously. “Really?” she asked.

“Really,” you answered. “I think we should celebrate.” You walked back into the living room with the cereal bowl in hand. You set it down on the coffee table then lifted Wanda’s stuffie up from the couch. Her eyes lit up and she quickly headed over towards you, her blanket gliding out behind her and making her look like the tiniest little superhero that's ever lived. The rapid padding of her feet made your heart melt. She threw herself into your arms. 

Your arms wrapped around her body and she thanked you the best way she knew how by burying her face in her chest and shutting her eyes tightly while she hugged you around the waist. 

The two of you stayed that way for a little while longer before you finally cuddled up together on the couch. You fed Wanda her cereal while she was buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows beside you. Her head was the only visible part of her body, which made you laugh to yourself every time you looked over at her and saw her — a ball of blankets and pillows and a head.

When she finally finished the sugary treat, you kissed her cheek and stood up from the couch. Wanda was still completely entranced by her favourite cartoon playing on the television until you called her name from the kitchen, holding up one of her pacifiers.

She reached her arm through the mountain of blankets and some pillows tumbled to the floor. The pacifier was wrapped in familiar red tendrils and it was lifted from your hand, travelling over to the living room and into Wanda’s mouth. 

You joined her on the couch again and reburied her in the fallen pillows. She rested her head on your shoulder and you laid your head against the top of hers, your hand cradling the side of her head and playing with her hair absently. 

Wanda looked up at you from your shoulder as she smiled around her paci. You kissed the tip of her nose and made her giggle. One of her stuffies, a lion with a rainbow mane, was lifted into the air and placed in your lap. You placed the lion between the both of you and your fingers wrapped around one of its tiny paws.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #elizabeth olsen

[airyairyaucontraire]

I was thinking after my conversation about “I Want” songs with my nephew about moments when there should be a song like that, and one example I’d given him was Dorothy singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” so naturally I thought of Luke Skywalker on his little berm, and then I thought of the excellent idea I read somewhere that instead of Disney doing boring live action remakes of their great animated movies there should be animated remakes of live action movies, and those bumped together in my head to form Star Wars the Disney animated musical. Key points:

You are free to imagine the voice casting however you wish with one exception: obviously Ewan McGregor is playing Obi-Wan. Play him again and it’s a musical? Whoosh sound effect and a McGregor-shaped dust cloud as he makes for the studio.

Complete freedom to add scenes, and I don’t mean like the restored ANH scene where Han steps on Jabba’s tail - scenes exploring characters’ feelings through song! Including when they’re alone, which is the only way Leia would ever talk about her feelings.

Must look like classic cel animation. Character designs are inspired by but not required to be closely based on the actors (nor The Clone Wars). The animators will be instructed to draw the idea of Luke Skywalker, not Mark Hamill, if you see what I mean.

Mark Hamill can totally do the voice if he wants to though, obviously.

Definitely still have the stormtrooper who bonks his head on the door.

Examples (may not be in chronological order):

Luke’s “I Want” song obviously. Make it as “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” as you like.

Han gets an intro song making his way through Mos Eisley dodging bounty hunters. Make it as “One Jump Ahead” from Aladdin as you like.

“My Only Hope,” a song sung by Leia alone in her cell as she mourns for her planet and her parents. She falls apart in tears, then pulls herself together with a mighty effort and fixes her make-up with a little magic sci-fi device she had hidden up her sleeve and rises determined to stay in command of the situation and of herself - that’s her only hope.

“Your First Steps,” Obi-Wan’s big number while training Luke on the Falcon. A somewhat more comprehensive introduction to the Force than just trying not to get zapped by a training remote.

Other Stuff I Want:

Boba Fett cameo, because I love him.

Just as Leia cries when she’s alone, I need Luke to actually cry when he finds Owen and Beru’s bodies. Then, again like Leia, he pulls himself together and goes to do what he can. But he’s still sniffing and having to wipe his eyes with his sleeve as he drives back to Obi-Wan.

It would be corny but I’m not opposed to brief cameos, just background glimpses, of other characters who might be on Tatooine at the time during Han’s number. I mentioned Boba but we could also have Fennec Shand, Peli Motto and Cobb Vanth.

Before the medal ceremony ending (for which you’d better believe EVERYONE is singing, solos for the main characters and the entire Rebellion as a choir, the triumphal “A New Hope”) there’s a quiet scene with Alderaanian rebels raising a memorial stone to the people of Alderaan, and then anyone who lost someone on Alderaan can use a little laser pen to write their names on a small stone to place in front of it. Leia offers a stone and a pen to Luke, who demurs that he doesn’t want to intrude on something for Alderaan. Leia says, “I’m still the princess of Alderaan and I’m inviting you. You’re not intruding.” So we have a shot of their stones lying together on the base of the pile, inscribed “Breha and Bail Organa” and “Beru and Owen Lars.”

Yes in legible English (or substitute the local script for international release), I’m not doing Aurebesh.

When you use the Force your hair puffs out like a Studio Ghibli character.

Just go full 80s scifi anime with unlimited budget on the Death Star run scenes, obviously

#star wars

[itsmmatchaa]

YAO MEI

will this anger ever dissapear?

♱˙⁠SEX: yes (bro can shapeshift so biology doesn't apply to him)

♱˙SPECIES: fallen angel

♱˙NAME: Yao Mei (妖媚) — yāo mèi, it means seductive/bewitching ; (angel name: Azazel)

♱˙NICKNAMES: yao yao, boss/big boss (by Nico)

♱˙OCCUPATIONS: indie singer, like to hide his face when he plays music at some pubs or sing covers in the internet/currently the owner of a cozy but known cafeteria (he does his best to scare away his costumers but somehow more and more come to see him, so he just goes with the flow)

♱˙AGE: ??

♱˙BIRTHDAY: has no day of birth so he choose the day that he decided to live like a human: 11th november

♱˙HOMETOWN: heaven (literally)

♱˙HEIGHT: 198cm

♱˙APPEARENCE:

♱˙EYECOLOR: dirty gray, his eyes are like a eternal thunderous sky. they are sharp and thin, very much like a blade

♱˙HAIR: kinda wavy, almost straight raven black hair, neck length with blonde strands on his nape, reminiscent of his angelic features

♱˙SKINCOLOR: Yao Mei has a nude skin, a bit yellowish? Has a eternal golden glow on his skin, he is a fallen angel after all (no he doesn't glow like Edward unfortunately)

♱˙BODYINFO: man is ripped, he's Niccolo's numero uno gym buddy (and the only that can go with Nico's crazy schedule and exercises without dying). Yao Mei has broad shoulders and strong arms from his training with swords by the time he was in heaven and probably has something to do with the drums he play? Yes. Has guitar player hands and veiny arms. He has a tongue piercing, a erl piercing (the one that goes through your nose bridge), lip piercing and pierced ears

♱˙ABOUT YAO MEI:

“I had another name before”

he was an Archangel, a warrior of god. highly respected amoung his peers in heaven for his serious and diligent nature until the celestial war took place. when he was still an angel, he received the name Azazel. he greatly admired Lucifer and was close to him, so when Lucifer fell, he went directly to confront God and asked: what happened? why did that happen? why him? And when he was not received, quite the contrary, he had been rejected, he decided to go after Lucifer alone.

Lucifer was smart and knew very well that Azazel had a desire, an urge to free himself. and taking advantage of the trust of the very devoted Archangel, he started to put ideas in his mind, planting seeds of doubt, twisting words into a winding path with no return, taking advantage of his good heart. Lucifer convinced Azazel to transform into a snake and tempt Eve

“Don’t you think it’s wrong, Azazel? The way they hide things from the humans?” Said the one who was once God's golden child, his brightest light.

And Azazel noded, of course, who would disagree?

“You could do that for me, couldn’t you?” Lucifer questioned again, scraping his wings on the ground and closer to Azazel

The Archangel replied, with a smile, oh poor innocent child

“But of course, for you, I would.”

And he did

if you think Lucifer was the one turning into a snake and making Eve taste the fruit of forbidden knowledge, you are mistaken. It was Azazel. And you think it was Eve biting the fruit? no my dear, it was Adam, but who would belive poor Eve? Why your think man have "Adam's apple" stuck on his throat? thank Azazel for that endless curse. And the favors for Lucifer didn't stop there, but he felt like he was doing something great for the first time in his existence. Azazel felt like a little pet, a lapdog, when he was in the heavens, he knew that they and other angels could be doing more to guide humanity, Azazel had the desire to help humanity, so he constantly took human or animal form to walk around among mortals and help them in some way.

He has a very good heart although he appears to be apathetic. and I felt that just raising faults in the courts of God was too much for him. The more he walked among humans he saw how miserable they became and saw that no being in the heavens did anything. He was tired, he couldn't take it anymore, and in front of everyone in the heavens, he rebelled.

“I can’t stand being bossed around by anyone anymore. I think I've always had that in me, that place is suffocating. Paradise is suffocating.”

It was not long before the once respected archangel was cast out, falling with many others, and raising his sword against the heavens in the war that once split the heavens.

What Azazel didn't expect was that when he joined Lucifer, the one he admired most, the one he believed, the one he trusted; he would in the end receive the same treatment as he had in heaven. He had already fulfilled his purpose, now he was nothing more than disposable to Lucifer. He followed Lucifer because he was tired of being God's pet and in the end he became Lucifer's pet.

His rebellion was of no use.

In the end, all he was left with was the unfortunate nickname of snake, the venom of god, his sword and his wings. These were the only things that had been left for the angel once respected in heaven. this was Azazel. The angel previously charged with the task of raising human faults and enumerating them before the Divine Court, during the annual judgment of humanity now limited to Lucifer's pet. The snake, the scapegoat, the poison of God, Azazel. The title that Lucifer gave him "the prince of Wrath" served more as a mock than a gift.

“I wanted too much, I think. I just wanted to do something for my own will, not His, I wanted my freedom. Look what it brought me.”

Azazel rebelled once again, without looking back.

♱˙PERSONALITY: a good person. He genuinely is. However he was so heartbroken before, so shattered that he cannot stand being around people anymore, he cannot stand the betrayal, the disappointment that would come with that. At the same time he is oh so, so desperate to be loved, to love, to be given and to give in. He is a reliable and responsible one, he cares for people around him. He knows how ephemeral and fast a human life and even moments and time itself can be, he has seen so many times before, dripping through his fingers both lives and time.

He's most serious, doesn't talk much and just hums or lift his eyebrows as a way of saying yes or no, call him emo if you like (that's what he is, this fucking emo). Can appear as cold and sarcastic, and sometimes he can be a little bit theatrical. He's the type: as-long-you-don't-annoy-me-I-won't-kill-you type of person. He's not the type to laugh, he can scoff a laugh and smirk, but a full laugh? Nah.

Values his independency more than anything and is not the type to get involved in conflict HOWEVER, if it's something that really piss him off, my god you better start praying, for real, it's not afraid to throw punches or buy a fight that its not his, he's collected but has a heart different from the other angels.

Even if he seems collected and calm, his mind is a eternal turmoil. He is the original prince of wrath after all. His calm personally comes from many years of self discipline and control. Even so, it doesn't matter how much he push away, how much he meditate, how much he tries to vent with music and singing. He still has anger in his head, his heart still ache. He's not a holy being anymore, anything is better than going back to heaven. He's not a demon either. What is he? Is he now deemed to be pure anger? To haunt the world with his pitiful existence?

♱˙LIKES: his peace, the smell of coffee and after rain, the sound of the cafe bell when someone go past the door, the rustle of paper bags when he prepare a to-go snack, the rumble of the milk blender, low bass, jazz, cold breeze, black cats and dobermans. He really enjoy cooking, most of the pastries and breads on the cafe are made by him. Loves to sing, probably is a angel thing. Black beer, and black coffee. Also likes his crucifix that he carries proudly around his neck, he do enjoy to go on church and hear the choir, probable because it scratch his brain and make his relax a bit. He's fond of paganism and often lit incenses around the cafe to whoever god or deity feels like listening to him he doesn't pray too, he's too proud to ask for forgiveness or help.

♱˙DISLIKES: the bible, however unlike Niccolo that has a disgust with the bible and churches in general, Yao Mei likes to read the bible out loud and proceed to say: "nu-uh that wasn't what happened, look at this they made me seem like I'm a fool". Hate any kind of form of betrayal, so yep if he ever hear someone on the cafe talking about being cheated he'll probably going to beat someone ass that night. It's not very much found of default vodka? Like, the no flavoured one. Hates when the cafe gets too crowded or when there's too much kids inside, specially if they're the noisy ones. He doesn't like much kids by the way, it reminds him of the times he was a guardian angel (he hated taking care of toddlers). Hates hospitals with burning passion. He claim to hate Niccolo but he know deep in his heart that Nicco is his bestie, either he like it or not, also he hates when Niccolo don't wash the dishes after he eat. Doesn't like to pray, since it bring him bad memories but it's often to see him speaking alone to himself, specially when he feels alone. He'll never admit it but he's grateful for Niccolo's noisy ass and personality, Yao Mei would be in a way bad state of mind if wasn't for him.

♱˙TRIVIA:

his name was supposed to be Mei Yao and he had a red skin

he was my second oc not related with an existing universe like anime or whatever (first was Ghostien), i wanted to draw a demon and just made him out of nowhere, i still have the sketch of him

he choose his name because it was the first thing he heard after he fell from heaven

dislikes people (me too) but his cafe is well known around town not only because of the good ambiance and music, but because the barista and the owner are very attractive

plays guitar, bass, drums, anything, it is music a angel thing? Yes

think that cats are nice, and im thinking about giving him a hairless black cat with sum very edgy but silly name like edgylord or graveyard idk

his holy weapon is a sword

The crucifix he wear was a gift. Is used to hurt and burn his skin but he got used to it, it's like a eternal reminder of his origin and also a mocking to the heavens

He also is always with two bracelets, one in each wrists, he always wore bracelets on his angel form so it's kind of a bad habit of his, same thing with the crucifix, used to hurt and burn since it was holy silver

Yes he was the snake that lured Eve and Adam. But different from what we hear, I like to think that Adam was the one who bit first and lied that was Eve, and that was the first betrayal, so Yao Mei cursed all mankind to always carry Adam's apple in their throat because of that lie

Lucifer named him as the Prince of Wrath, so he is the original Sin of Wrath

His voice when he sing sounds like Vessel

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