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sinfullyrosey · 3 months

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(Pussy) Slappin’ Them Fins

Floyd & Jade Leech X GN!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, Bondage (technically), Fingering, Pussy Slapping, Forced Orgasms, Dom!Reader (again technically), The Twins got Pussies

I’m uno reverse carding all those reader insert fics where the Reader gets violated by the tweels by having Reader violate them.

You’re welcome.

All Characters are 18+

Going to the beach with the Leech twins after they managed to convince (note: threaten) you wasn’t looking so bad right about now. The weather was actually rather sunny and nice, not to hot nor too windy. It was the perfect time to take a dip in the sea, maybe built a sandcastle or two and collect some seashells.

But it was neither of these reasons that changed your mind on the whole matter. Rather, it was the sight you found after taking a brief nap and finding the twins missing. You had called out to them, only to be met with silence. It wasn’t until wandering around a bit more and picking up distant sounds of chirps and gurgles growls that you followed to a hidden rock pool, where you proceeded to find the two missing brothers in their eel forms.

They had managed to get themselves ensnared in a fishing net, something only squabbling, little elvers would manage to get themselves into, yet here they are. You don’t know how they got like this nor did you care.

It was probably Floyd’s fault anyways, the troublemaker.

You decided to stand back to see if they needed any help. You noted that both were stuck in the rocky area but were still slightly submerged in the water, so no risk of drying out or drowning, thankfully. The net had wrapped itself around their tails, torsos, and heads, but didn’t seem to be constricting any vital areas, just kept them in place and prevented them from moving around as freely. They did appear to try and cut the rope with their claws and teeth, but to no avail.

Maybe the nets were merfolk proof? Would make sense as you could picture these two, specifically, stealing some poor fisherman’s catch by cutting the nets and snatching the fish for themselves. Still doesn’t explain why it’s on the beach though. Washed up on shore perhaps? Bet Floyd tried throwing it at Jade as a prank and only got them both trapped.

Probably. Most definitely.

Actually… now that you think about it, this is the first time we’ve ever seen either in such a situation, so now you had the perfect opportunity to get a better look at their merforms without the fear of them trying to drown or bite you…

Hm.

You had always been curious about their anatomy and how it varied from humans’. Specifically, you were curious about the slits located lower on their bodies. They didn’t have any visible genitalia, and yet, had that thin line near where one’s genitals would be.

The twins have never respected your own personal space before and had even poked and prodded at you while swimming and vulnerable, trying to get a peek or two. "They were only curious." they would say. "Just wanted to learn how you and they differed." they claimed.

Well, you were just as curious, and they were just as vulnerable in this moment. So, why not do some prodding of your own?

You approached the tangled twins, eyeing them, looking for that special spot on them. Floyd was a lot more tangled up than Jade, having struggled more fiercely due to hating being restrained. He was huffing and snorting in his native tongue, spitting sounds you could only surmise to be swears. Jade, in contrast, was more calm and calculating, trying to keep the struggling to a minimal as his brother’s movements only served to tighten the ropes around both of them even more.

He looked at you with a hint of relief and slight sheepishness, knowing how unbecoming the two of them look to you, but believing you were there to (begrudgingly) help them. After all, you were always cleaning up NRC’s messes and aiding other students without anything in return. It was just rather embarrassing that this was the situation they needed your help in.

You bent down next to them, seemingly looking for where best to cut or unravel the net. At least, that’s what they thought you were doing.

You gently placed your hand onto Jade’s tail, making his pupils dilate then constrict down to slits in response. He stiffened and followed your movements. Searching. Getting closer. Then you did the same to Floyd, who jumped and flopped his tail when he felt something suddenly touch him in his already volatile state. Both twins were watching you now, following along to where your hands were wandering to.

Mismatched eyes leered as both hands landed right next to a pair of thin, almost unnoticeable lines. Neither move as you studied the spots curiously, fingertips softly pressing down on the surrounding area. Floyd’s tail tip lashed agitatedly back and forth as you continued your prodding.

It wasn’t until you carefully used your fingers to spread open Jade’s slit slightly that the two finally had enough and attempted to strike.

The two tried snapping at you with razor sharp teeth, but the nets held them back, acting as a makeshift muzzle they had issues biting into. This sudden movement from both of them startled you back, but also managed to tighten the net around them enough that neither could barely move.

The ropes dug into their scales, not enough to cut through, but enough to hurt and squeeze those diamond-shaped patterns into their slippery bodies. Floyd began thrashing again but stopped, finally, when Jade bellowed out a gargled snarl at him.

You surmise he told him to stop as his struggling is what was tightening their binds and would only make things worse for them. Both huffed and turned their attention back to you, still gazing down at them.

They were completely at your mercy now.

Too bad you didn’t have any left to give.

Your fingers went back to grazing along the thin slits, making Jade jolt and trying to carefully curl his body away, but couldn’t. Your other hand did the same with Floyd’s earning much of the same results from the twin. You continued your exploration, finger pads feeling the smooth slickness of their openings.

Both twins were tensing up at your prodding, quiet, throaty gargles and hisses escaping passed their lips as you rubbed circles against their sensitive entrances. Both were starting to open up more under your treatment and even leak this clear, sticky liquid. Honestly, you were expecting to see two long cocks slip out, but no, this was all they had it would seem.

You smirked as the two troublesome twins became puddy in your hand, squirming and writhing as you worked at their aquatic pussies. The both of them were chirping up a storm, tails occasionally lightly thrashing in pleasure.

Your fingers slipped in with ease as you began to pump your fingers into them, feeling around along the entrance. The two started to croon and purr at the light intrusion. You chuckled to yourself as their walls squeezed around you, much like how their tails would around prey.

“Cute. Never seen either of you so docile before.” You teased.

That earned you a hiss and two squirmy eels trying once again to get out of their bindings and make you their shared chew toy, only for the cruel reminder to dig into their soft flesh once more.

But you weren’t having any of it and frowned.

It was Floyd’s attempt to lung at you through the net barrier against his brother’s warnings, that caused you to land a quick swat to his sensitive, little slit. The sharp and sudden pain made him yelp and yield back. You quirked a brow at the reaction and proceeded to swat at him again, harder. This time, he let out a gargled moan as his pussy twitched from the pain.

Huh. Interesting.

You turned your gaze over to Jade whose pupils were now blown wide as he stared you down, just daring you to try anything.

And try something you did.

Just like with his brother, your gentle touches turned into harsh slaps to his vulnerable pussy, earning you the same exact reaction out of Jade.

Oh.

Well now, this is interesting.

Without any warning, you proceeded to relentlessly slap both of their pussies with the palms of your hands, sending wave after pleasurable wave of pain straight to their core. Floyd and Jade could only squirm helplessly as their slits became more and more puffy and red from your spanks. They pleaded helplessly in their native tongue for you to stop or slow down and to just let them cum already, please.

Before long, both reached their peaks and crashed hard, their orgasms hitting simultaneously and sending them overboard. Their walls clenched around nothing; holes squirted out their messy juices as you continued to harshly slap them through their orgasms.

You finally relented when both twins gave out and slumped in their spots, trying to come down from their highs as their pussies fluttered and twitched. You chuckled at their blissed-out expressions, eyes nearly rolled back into their skulls and mouths hung wide open, panting and wheezing.

You hummed in satisfaction, gently patting both of their tails in praise.

“Aww, you both did so good and even came together like the good, little sea whores you are!” You chirped.

They only glared at you, but quickly lost any remaining malice and started chirping again when your fingers returned to rubbing at their entrances, once again breaching inward and pumping in and out of them at a slow pace. You chucked as their bodies resumed their needy squirming from before.

“Let’s see if mereels have a sweet spot too, hm?~”

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST #TWST Smut #Floyd Leech Smut #Floyd Leech X Reader #Jade Leech Smut #Jade Leech X Reader #GN!Reader #originally wrote this on my phone before transferring it to my laptop so it's barely proofread sorry

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 5 months

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Honey, I’m Home - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Kids; Talk of Pregnancy but Not Actually; Excessive Fluff

Summary: Rooster comes home from work and takes care of his family.

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Rooster was always cautious about the idea of getting married and having kids. When he lost his mom, he pictured having a big family of his own one day. In a way, to recreate the family that he lost. But then adulthood caught up with him and insecurity creeped in. After everything that happened in his childhood, he knew the risks that came with being a naval aviator. He knew what could happen.

But there was no way that he could just let the woman who would go on to become his wife get seduced by some other unworthy sucker. He had to put a ring on her finger. There was no other option. And five years, a wedding, two kids, and a thousand other things in between, there was nothing that Rooster would have done differently.

Except marrying her the night that they met, perhaps.

And returning home after work, Bradley assumed that he would walk into Alex living out his whole terrible two phase even though he was now three while poor baby Nickie cried in the background. Bradley knew that his wife was exhausted. He knew that she was stressed. And he tried to pick up where he could.

But today, he was surprised to return to a quiet house. There was no screaming or crying. Neither the dishwasher nor the washing machine were running. And neither was the TV. Bradley walked further into the house, genuinely wondering if everyone was home when he finally spotted his family.

Nickie was asleep in his bassinet, little fists up by his head just in case if someone tried to wake him up, so that he could give them a smack. His wife laid with her head resting on her arm. Alex laid on his back with his head resting against her chest and his mouth wide open.

Bradley paused, taking more careful steps forward. He didn’t want to risk waking anyone up. They all needed their sleep.

Carefully slipping away, Bradley changed out of his uniform and into a tank top and shorts before moving around the bedroom. Picking up clothes and cleaning the attached bathroom, Bradley tried to help where he could. And when he was finished there, he headed into the kid’s bedrooms to clean up there as well.

He knew that something as small as cleaning up the toys on Alex’s floor would make his wife’s day easier and he tried to do as many small tasks as he could without the risk of waking any of them up. Running a load of laundry, Bradley walked into the living room to check on his family. With everyone still asleep, Bradley kept moving through the rooms in the house.

Checking his watch, Bradley had to assume that it was probably a better idea to just get takeout rather than risk waking his family up by moving the pots and pans around. Carefully grabbing his keys, he headed out to his car. Half an hour later, he returned with food from his wife’s favorite restaurant and slowly crept into the living room again. Everyone was still asleep, but the smell of food seemed to finally rouse his wife.

Picking up her head, she blinked blurrily and squinted towards the kitchen. She sat up a bit before she realized the position that she was in with Alex resting his head against her chest. Rooster walked over to his wife instead, both of them knowing better than to risk waking Alex. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips in greeting before pulling away.

“Have a good nap?” he asked softly.

“Seems like it,” she yawned, looking down at Alex with a small smile. “I can’t even remember how we ended up here.”

“I bought dinner. Your favorite.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, resting her head against her arm again as she stared up at her husband. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“They’re a handful.”

“You think?” she replied softly, causing Bradley to grin.

She hummed to herself before Alex started to stir against her chest. After a couple moments, he eventually woke up, whining as he rubbed his eyes dramatically.

“Hey, Bubba, are you hungry?” Rooster questioned, gently picking Alex up.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, curling up against Rooster’s shoulder.

“Alright, let’s get you some food and then back to bed, okay?”

Bradley helped Alex eat his food and once he gave Alex some water to wash it down, got him changed and into bed before Alex could fully wake up and cause a ruckus. Nickie stirred a bit but it didn’t take too much more to settle him to sleep in his crib.

And for the first time in a long time, Bradley and his wife actually sat down and ate dinner together. Just the two of them.

“I almost forgot what this was like,” she mused, reaching for her glass. “It’s been so long since it was just the two of us.”

“You know, maybe I can rope Mav into watching them for a weekend. We’ll go to a nice hotel or rent a house. And just spend the weekend in bed together.”

She shot him a look and playfully threw a scrunched up napkin at his face. Shaking her head, she reached for her glass again.

“Only if you promise to not knock me up again so soon after Nickie,” she stated. “You’ve had that look in your eye like you want another one.”

“I would eventually like another one. Hopefully a girl,” Rooster conceded, though he shot you a reassuring smile. “But you’re the quarterback. You make the final call.”

“I’ll keep you in mind for later,” you told him.

Rooster jokingly made the phone symbol with his hand and mouthed, ‘call me,’ to which you dramatically winked back.

The two of you finished your dinner together before heading up to your room. You took a quick shower while Rooster checked up on Nickie, whose bassinet was set up next to your bed. Rooster was waiting with the blanket pulled back for you. Slipping in beside your husband, you let him pull you to his chest. You were out in about fifteen seconds, still exhausted, and Rooster chuckled to himself when you started to snore, since you insisted that you never ever snored.

Rooster was about to fall asleep himself when there was a light tap on the door. Picking his head up, Rooster gently maneuvered you over so that he could slip out of bed. He walked over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Alex with his blankie in the hallway.

“Can I sleep with you and Mommy?”

“Come here, Bubba,” Rooster urged, scooping him up.

Pressing a kiss to Alex’s head, Rooster carried him over to the bed. Rooster set his son down on the bed and Alex quickly suctioned himself into Rooster’s wife’s side. Rooster brushed his son’s hair with his hand before he climbed back into bed and got himself comfortable. Smiling as he looked over at his family, Rooster rolled over and went to bed.

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Hallo! I not sure request is open if is not feel free to decline this sorry! If is alright could i request 6 and medicine pocket separately with a shy and timid s/o who worries a lot and hides behind them doesn’t have any friends but likes to just be by their side most of the time and clings to them? Hope you have a nice day!

Woohoo! Back on that grind and cranking out requests!! They are open btw!!

Please forgive me if either of them are a little ooc! I don't have MP and I skipped through the story so I don't entirely know 6's personality all that well!!

Medicine Pocket & 6 w/a Timid/Shy S/O (separate)

Medicine Pocket is someone with a very flamboyant personality, always being able to speak their mind. They never quite understood why or how you could be so timid, but that didn't stop them from loving you all the same.

Their tall physic let off an intimidating aura to those who didn't know them properly, but to you it was a source of comfort. Their height makes it easy for you to hide behind, holding their hand or a part of their coat and trailing behind them like a child would play follow the leader. Of course Medicine Pocket had no issue with this, even taking pride in how safe you'd feel around them and only them.

No matter that you don't have many friends, neither do they due to how... Different they are to others, all they need is to be in your company they say. Others were frustrating and didn't understand what they were trying to say, what they meant, but you did. You always understood their words and actions, so you were the only person they truly wanted to be around.

Clingy? You? Clearly you've never met them because goodness only knows how much they love to be around you. Even if it were you just simply being in the same room as them, they want to be near you. You know them better than anyone else, understand their weird antics and never judge them for how they acted or what they did. That was something they held close to their heart, right next to you, so of course your affection is needed on a daily basis! Sit next to them while they work on projects or go through paperwork, lay your head on their shoulder, read a book on the couch they moved in the room just for you, take a nice nap, sit on their lap, let them sit on your lap! Anything, as long as you were with them.

6 is a person driven to perfection when it comes to his work, someone strict with his rules and follows them all to a T. You, are a slight exception though. Oh how adorable you are to him, holding onto his sash while standing behind him, cowering from the other numbers like a little kitten. He had a soft spot for you, that much was clear to everyone

Being of high status on the island, he was a busy person, usually so busy he comes off as a recluse. But never was he too busy to ignore you even for a moment. Come into his arms after a long day of interacting with people, sit in his lap and rest to regain your social battery while he works on equations and problem solving. Your battery recharges just as much as his does, so let him rest his head on yours for a moment but don't question his closed eyes. He's just letting them rest for a moment.

You need not worry about not having many friends, he wouldn't say he has many either, if any at all. You are his one and only, why pay attention to others when he has you to keep him company? He'd rather stay home with you by his side with a good book of philosophy rather than go out with others. His robes will keep you warm, so snuggle up to his side and read along with him if you do so please.

His personality severely contradicts your own, having a more serious and stern personality that goes against your timid one, but that never stops him from loving you all the same. Should the two of you be away from each other he'll leave a piece of him with you, perhaps something on his person he wears often, or maybe a book he knows you'd like. When he is with you he'll never mind you grabbing a hold of his hand, even when others are around. He finds it adorable how you seem to try and melt into his arm as you hold onto it while others are around and chatting.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #x reader #r1999 x reader #my writing #medicine Pocket #r1999 medicine pocket #6 #r1999 6 #chapter 5 #6 the perfect number #medicine pocket x reader #6 x reader #reverse 1999 medicine pocket #reverse 1999 6

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anjelicawrites · 3 months

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Cringefail Throuple 💡

Tornado is the bestest boy - it’s official! But Michael’s possessiveness about Billy’s ass has got me thinking…

Can you tell us the story of Billy and Michael’s first time, just the two of them? Maybe Michael’s lecture got canceled one day, so he started wandering around town and somehow ended up at Billy’s flat. They start off just chatting and watching TV, but then Michael turns to Billy and says “so… I’m kinda horny?” This of course immediately makes Billy horny, but neither of them really know how to do the sex without reader’s presence or guidance.

How is that first boys-only fuck?

This thing took a turn on its own, beloved Cringefail Throuple 💡nonnie, I hope you like it!!!

Warnings: kissing, oral (male receiving), ass play, anal, overstimulation, Michael being a bit of an asshole.

NSFW and 18+ only please!

You're back home for the weekend, it's your parents' wedding anniversary, leaving your boys back at Oxford.

When you leave to go to the train station in the morning, Billy and Michael are still napping, both just awake enough to sleepily kiss you goodbye, before cuddling back into one another's warmth. Seeing how your relationship has grown from a weekend long booty call to a true bond between you three, makes you all giddy and happy on the inside: the chances of your relationship to go up in flames so high, you can't believe you three are still together!

This is going to be the first time Billy and Michael are going to be without you; you and Michael were together, before Billy, and usually have the time to meet up on campus. You and Billy try to spend your time off together as well, just being with one another. But it hasn't happened yet that your boys manage to be together without you. You hope Billy can survive Michael's abrasive personality, without you functioning as a buffer.

For them it's strange to wake up without you, to have the time to use the bathroom with leisure, instead of crunch on time because you're taking too long with your make up and hair, to not see you wearing their clothes as you are getting ready or have you kiss them before sprinting to your own classes.

Billy can lounge around for a while Michael, on the other hand, has to go to the library, he has a tight schedule he has to follow and an academic rival to destroy. This doesn't stop him from crowding Billy against a wall, loving the way Billy bashfully stares at him from under his long lashes, before kissing him, his tongue proprietary in Billy's mouth, their long bodies plastered against one another.

"See you later pretty boy."

Michael tells him before disappearing, leaving Billy breathless and with the flames of need burning in his belly.

Throughout the day you text them and there are some spicy pics of you once you get home, while you try different outfits. It suffices to say that, by evening, both Michael and Billy are horny, Michael has already told you he's gonna make you pay for the boner he had to spot at the library as soon as you get back to Oxford and the idea makes him even hornier.

Thanks to a change of shifts, Billy is home by the evening and is making tea. He hears the jingle of Michael's keys who calls out to him, and gets ignored because the potatoes are burning and Billy has no idea why.

Michael stares at Billy's wide back and his pert arse, the shift of his muscles as he works around the kitchen does nothing to quench the desire that's been simmering in his belly for the whole day. Michael had never thought he could fall for another man, bringing Billy in the relationship was supposed to be the simple fulfillment of a fantasy, those feelings came as a curve ball in between booty calls and, staring at Billy simply moving about, Michael can say he's never been happier. Or hornier.

"What?" He asks.

He knows Billy has said something but he was too lost in his thoughts to listen.

"How was your day?" "Have you seen the pics?"

Billy laughs: he knows fully what Michael means. His lunch shift had been complicated to navigate with a half formed boner in his pants.

"Do you want to do something about it?" Michael asks, blunt as usual.

Billy stops on his tracks, kettle in one hand, two mugs dangling from his index fingers; it's not like it's never happened, Michael making love to him or fucking him, but you were always there with them, helping Michael drive him absolutely mental with pleasure. And it's not like the idea hadn't been on the table for a long time, you three are an item, it had been times when Billy had been with you without Michael and Michael had done the same, the two of them never had the chance to be alone. The idea excites Billy beyond belief and terrifies him: he's never been with another man, alone, what if he fucks up and you're not there to help?

But a part of his brain has already decided and it almost feels like an out of body experience to set the kettle and the cups on the sink and to turn the oven off, before heading to Michael, who is staring at his boner with a knowing smirk on his lips.

Now it's time for Billy to have his comeuppance for the morning as he plasters his body against Michael's and removes his glasses, before slanting his mouth on his, lips on lips, passionate and hungry, Billy's arms caging Michael against the wall, their tongues sliding against one another when the moaning starts, hips rubbing, hands in the way as they try to undress one another.

Michael is faster or, perhaps, Billy's tracksuit bottoms are easier to get into than Michael's grandad's jeans are, either way Michael's hands finds its way under Billy's boxers and around his erect cock, jacking him fast with rough stroked around his already weeping head.

"Bed... ah!" Billy whines, his hips kicking.

They keep kissing, desperate for one another, teeth and lips bruising the delicate skin of their necks, as their hands get rid of their remaining clothes with something akin to desperation.

Michael finds himself on the bed with Billy's fingers busy removing his boxers brief, willing letting the head of Michael's cock catch the band and slap against his tummy with a whimper of pleasurable pain. Billy doesn't let Michael speak, his lips wound around his cock and start sucking fast and rough, following the rhythm of Michael's slim hips against his face with lewd, wet sounds, letting spit and precome fall from the sides of his lips as Michael fucks his mouth with abandon.

Billy whimpers when Michael's hand grabs his hair and forces him off his cock: did he do something wrong? Then he notices the way Michael is gripping his own erection in the attempt to stop himself from coming.

"Get on the bed."

The plain need in Michael's voice flies directly to Billy's cock and to the tight band of pleasure growing in his belly: he's so close it's a feat to scramble on the old mattress and turn on his back, his legs already spayed open for Michael, whose hand finds his erection again as the other squirts lube on his hole, before fingering him with fast pushes against his prostate.

Without you slowing him down, Michael's hunger prevails, followed by his need to drive Billy absolutely mad, have him at his mercy. He hears his whines and moans, he sees the way his hips follow the brutal rhythm he's set, how this whole body trashes on the bed, his tongue tastes the salt of Billy's sweat on his overheated skin and Micheal wants more. His fingers are cruel against Billy's prostate, the pushes are fast and deep, while his other hand is a vise around the base of his reddened cock, so tight that it hurts, the pain mingles with the pleasure in Billy's hazy mind, his back arches, his legs kick uselessly and he doesn't know if he wants to stop or to keep going, his whole body trashes desperately under Michael's as pleasure ebbs and ebbs, until it explodes with a scream.

Michael's fingers don't stop fucking Billy's hole, they simply slow a tiny bit as the other man's eyes slowly open up and focus on Michael's proud smirk, the second before a desperate whine leaves Billy's lips, when the feeling of his still full balls hits his brain.

"Ple..." he tries to say, his mouth too dry to function. "Please."

"What is that you want?" Michael is so proud if the way he's annihilating Billy.

"Too... please!"

Fat tears fall from Billy's long lashes: he needs to tell Michael, has to, but his body is not following his lead. If only you were here to be his voice!

"Slower!" Billy manages to scream.

Michael stares at him, at the way his face is scrunched in pain and pleasure. He observes Billy's body squirm under his, the way his hole gapes when his fingers splay him open. It's an intoxicating feeling to hold such power over Billy, whose responses are always so open, so rough. To torture him more is a temptation Michael has to fight: Billy would be so pretty, fighting against his own body and mind, begging Michael for mercy with his big blue eyes full of tears. Another time, he tells himself, maybe later, when his own cock isn't so hard and his balls so full; to play with Billy properly he needs a clear mind and now his own needs are taking control.

Gentler that he has been, Michael slips his fingers out of Billy's hungry hole and lies down on him to kiss him, slower than his body is screaming him to do, until Billy is breathing calmly under his body.

It's Billy who crawls upper in the bed and reaches inside the bedside table with a still shacking hand to retrieve the condom; he needs help to roll it on Michael's cock, his fingers not nimble enough to perform such a easy task, yet he can curl his hand around the heavy erection to slowly guide Michael towards his own entrance.

Michael whines when he breaches Billy's arse: the warmth and the tightness just perfect around his erection, the way he has to fight the clenching muscles, until Billy's body gives up with a long moan, all drives Michael mad with desire. When Billy's hips start following his, Michael's control snaps and he bends Billy's long body in a half to fuck him harder and faster, deaf to his own whines of pleasure and to the pain of Billy's feet kicking against his sides and back when the pleasure is too much, burns too hot inside of him, his poor prostate fucked without mercy, his back arching under Michael's unyielding weight.

Billy wants to say he's almost there, that he can't hold it anymore, but he's lost all control over his body, he's a mere crux of nerves and pleasure and overstretched muscles, the band in his belly tightens cruelly when Michael's hand finds his cock and his movements are fast and precise.

"Come, now!"

Michael barks, the pleasure licking at his spine spiraling out of control, until Billy's hole clamps around him, forcing him to come, so hard it almost hurts.

They tremble in each other embrace, their skin almost hurts with the way the aftershock travels through their nerves, their lips connect messily in a tired kiss as sleeps steals them away, warm and safe as their are, in each other arms.

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actual-changeling · 11 months

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make a wish (on my heart)

Really hope y'all aren't tired of tooth-rotting fluff yet. You can find it on ao3 here, but I will also put the whole thing on tumblr <3

"Make a wish."

Ellie blinks up at him, lowering her comic into her lap, and she only now notices how close Joel has gotten. Their sides press together when she follows the warmth he radiates and leans against him, his outstretched left hand hovering between them like he is waiting for something. A single eyelash sticks to the middle of his palm, and she distantly recalls his fingertips brushing over her cheek just a few seconds ago; her brain stops being on alert entirely when it's just the two of them. He nods toward it, expectantly holding her gaze.

"It's yours, so it's your wish."

"Joel, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," she quips back, absently reaching for his free hand to gently tug on the hair tie around his wrist. Neither of them notices when she fidgets with it anymore, sometimes opting for his entire hand instead, and they only start paying attention to it once her grasp on it gets in the way of Joel's arm moving around. She traces the hard lines of his wrist bones down to his knuckles, slotting her fingers into the empty spaces, familiar with every bump and scar grazing her skin.

"FEDRA really didn't teach you shit, huh?"

His voice is soft, balancing on the edge between humorous and the mildly self-flagellating sadness he likes to fall into whenever it comes to her childhood, or rather the time before they met - not that any of it had been under his control, but that has never stopped Joel from blaming himself for things. Ellie links their pinkies like they do for their promises, pulling until he gives in and lets out the low chuckle she was looking for.

"Well, more reasons for you to talk to me, then," and Ellie cannot help the smile blooming on her face when he cups her cheek, her fingers sliding back up to curl around his wrist. His palm is just as warm as the rest of him, and if his arm weren't stopping her, she'd silently seek out his lap and request a hug (she always gets one).

"I don't need a reason to talk to you." Joel responds lightly, but they're both aware she was joking, and so he continues explaining without interruption, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

"It's a- not quite a myth but a belief, I suppose, that blowing on eyelashes makes whatever you wish for come true. I used to do it with Sarah all the time, even once she started thinking that it's silly."

Ellie rolls her eyes and bites back her grin when he sighs fondly, but she still leans forward and blows her eyelash off his palm with one strong breath, quickly losing sight of it when it flutters away from the couch and gets carried who knows where by the draft breaking in from under the backdoor. An almost aching pressure curls around her heart and squeezes when she spots the wistful look on Joel's face, his eyes shining a tad more than they did a few seconds ago, but it passes as quickly as it came. As soon as he lowers his hand, she takes its place and settles with her back against his chest, the weight of his arms wrapping around her comfortingly grounding, and when she picks up her comic again, all the tension she has been holding in her shoulders bleeds away. It is not even a particularly cold day, yet the body heat sinking into her body still melts away a layer of frost she hadn't been aware of.

"Wanna know what I wished for?"

"You can't tell me, or it won't come true."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"I'm serious, baby."

With his cheek resting on top of her head, she feels him search around for the book he put down earlier, grumbling when she gets jostled but quickly soothed by a kiss to her temple, and once they both finally still, Ellie is almost tempted to doze off; there is no better or safer place to take a nap than his embrace, and she always gets the best sleep with him right next to her anyway.

"Can I tell you what it was once it came true?"

His hum vibrates through her bones all the way to her toes, and her fingers once again slip between his wrist and the hair tie, drawing little crescent moons onto his skin and forcing him to hold the pages open with only his other hand.

"Sure," he eventually relents, pressing another kiss to her hair, "you can tell me when it happens."

They read cuddled up together for another hour, though only Joel actually reads, in an entirely expected turn of events. Ellie drifts off with her face buried in the crook of his neck, an occasionally moving blanket draped across his body, headbutting his jaw whenever she does since he cannot resist using her as a cheek rest. She is only half-awake when she carefully turns her head to talk to him so she doesn't add any more bruises, breathing a content sigh against his palm when he soothingly brushes back a few strands of hair.

"You plan on leaving any time soon?"

"Leaving?"

"Yeah, like, gone," she explains, weakly waving her hand around to visualize her point, not that it helps all that much, but Joel understands her like he always does, his voice both tender and steady.

"Not without you."

Satisfied, Ellie nuzzles her face back into his shoulder, her next words muffled by his shirt but still audible, and although she cannot see his smile, she can feel it seep into her like the growing glow of the morning sun.

"Then my wish has already come true."

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #joel miller #ellie williams #fanfic #fluff #tlou fluff #they deserve all the happiness and domesticity #and joel teaches ellie about all the important cultural things she missed out on #like pinky promises and wishing on eyelashes #cause he is a good fucking dad

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dzamie-oc · 6 months

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Voretober 29 - Hazard

Length: 1900 words Vore type: M/M, oral vore Fandom: None Other info: willing prey, feral snake pred, implied digestion Summary: A snake tries to nap on a golf course, and, somehow, gets a meal out of it.

Ssint wiggled his long, sinuous body, burying himself just a bit deeper in the sand. He had been hesitant to leave the safety of the woods, but the pit of sand, located fortuitously amid an otherwise uniform space of gentle, rolling green hills, was a warm and welcome change from the cool shade of the surrounding forest. And luckily, neither hungry harpy willing to risk their life nor passing dragon appeared in the sky as he'd made his move. He flicked his tongue out; his surroundings were strangely sterile of rodents and birds, but the scent of humans and their ilk was thick, along with metal. Of no matter; Ssint would simply have to stay aware of their movements.

…well, somewhat aware. He was pretty well-hidden, he had to admit, his golden-brown hide against the yellow-white sand. And with the pleasant heat, it was sorely tempting to nap so soon on finding his new spot. The serpent yawned, stretching his jaws and setting his lower ones back into place against each other-

Before he could finish closing them, something small and hard flew directly into his throat, its speed forcing it easily a foot deep. Ssint drew his head back - partly from the blow, but also in panic. Was he under attack? Was that just a small, very stupid bird? His forked tongue shot out again, wiggling up and down, as he tasted for any useful differences. In his mouth, a somewhat grassy taste had appeared, likely with the strange object. And the scent of humans - no, human and catfolk - grew stronger.

Ssint lowered his head when he realized what that meant; unfortunately, he did so right as an orange, striped cat lady appeared over the hill, along with a human man in strange, checker-patterned attire. The tiger pointed at him, and with growing dread, Ssint watched as they approached.

They stopped at the border to the sandy area, and from his hiding-place just barely covered by the sand, Ssint saw that the tiger, rather than being nude, wore a dress patterned like her fur would be, and the human wielded a thin, metal club. Did he intend to use that on him? He could only catch snippets of their whispered conversation:

"Just … two stroke …" the catfolk led.

"Nonsense … need to find … hidden."

"Do you not see the snake?!" she hissed, louder than the rest.

"Oh … idea," the human whispered back before taking a step forward. In a more audible voice, he addressed Ssint. "Excuse me, my good snake. Did you happen to see where my ball landed? It flew this way, but I lost sight of it over the green."

Ssint briefly debated pretending he didn't hear them, or that he didn't exist, but they definitely knew he was there. So, he raised his head out of the sand, shaking the grains off. "Er, I don't think so? What did it look like?"

The man held the fingers in his free hand apart a small amount - a similar size to the thing that had intruded on his throat. "It would've been about this big, white, covered in dimples. Going moderately quick, if I may toot my own horn."

"Hard to the touch?"

The tiger stared at her companion in disbelief. "You hit him?!" she said, exasperated.

"It's not like I was aiming for the sand trap!" he replied. This seemed to mollify her as he turned back to Ssint. "Er, yes. I'm terribly sorry; I hope I didn't strike anything vital?"

"Not… really?" The snake undulated his body, this time ascending from his hiding place; the tiger's eyes widened, and she took a step back. He gestured with the tip of his tail to a spot just before his stomach. "It went pretty directly down my throat, feels like it's around here."

"…I don't suppose you could give it back?" the man asked.

The catfolk tugged at his arm. "Just drop a new one and take the penalty! Before this snake… I dunno, but he's big!"

Ssint shook his head. "The ball's not big enough."

"C'mon, Rin, you know I always play it where it lies if possible," he remarked to the tiger, then addressed Ssint again, "could I follow it down and try to knock it out from there?"

Ssint looked him over. He'd eaten bigger without problem. But… "Disgorging meals is pretty uncomfortable, and really time-consuming to do safely, and I suspect miss… Rin? would want me to do that for you. So I'd rather not."

"I could treat you to a bigger meal after," the man said, at the same time Rin replied, "no, you can keep him."

This startled both Ssint and the man, but the tiger ignored the snake and stared her friend back down with a level gaze. "I still want to go to the party after this. So, Ter, mister "the recall ball is too expensive," you can either take the penalty strokes or pay for a rez, because I'm not waiting for you to go in and out of a giant snake just for the possibility of saving one stroke on a game we're playing for fun." Her tail lashed behind her, and Ssint swore she started to bear her fangs more as she continued.

Ter pulled a watch from his pocket, then nodded. "Rin, you're absolutely right. You did say you wanted to finish up for that, and I lost track of time. Though, er, could we pick this game up another day, maybe even tomorrow?"

Rin brightened. "Yes! Great! Good idea, let's just start on this hole next time, and-"

"Wonderful!" The man handed Rin the metal club, hopped down into the sandy pit, and approached Ssint's head. "Mind if I get my head and hands in last? I figure I'll have to do this like billiards." He lifted one foot out of his shoes and held it out to the snake.

"What?!" Rin shouted in disbelief. Ssint, operating largely on automatic instinct, swirled around Ter and lifted him in a couple powerful coils. It wasn't until he had the man all but immobilized and inches from his jaws that he paused and looked at the two. Ter, looking over Ssint's coils, nodded. Rin, however, had one hand against her face. "Rilla's whiskers… fine. Be my guest."

Ssint opened wide and guided the man's feet and ankles directly into his throat. He tasted of sand and sweat and cotton, or at least his clothes did. It was an odd experience. Not from the taste - a number of other humans, and even an elf once, had wandered from the grassy area into the forest, and from there into Ssint's jaws - but from his utter lack of struggling even while he still breathed. Or, near lack of struggling, but even still, Ter only pulled at his arms; his spine and legs stayed relatively very still. Ssint worked his jaws further up the human's legs, his lower jaw stretching to accommodate the growing thickness.

"Uh, good snake, would you mind freeing my arms? I'd like them over my head," Ter requested. For any fighting prey, Ssint would have immediately squeezed him harder, possibly even crushing the bones in his arms and ribs. But Ter… wanted to be eaten, for some reason. Another swallow carried his snout up to Ter's hips. The snake loosened his grip, before his own throat pulled the human's hands in and trapped them there.

The man yanked one arm up, then the other, and struggled no more. His rear slid easily past the snake's jaws, and just like that, Ssint had over half of him. The snake unwound all but one loop around Ter's upper arms, and ate faster; he was confident he was safe, but that was no reason to dawdle when there was food to be had. More and more of his scales stretched to allow his meal's body deeper, and Ter wore a flesh lined, yellow-scaled suit up to his chest, then his neck. Ssint freed his arms from the last loop, and confined much more of him in his gullet.

As the taste of Ter's hair laid across Ssint's tongue, the human called out to Rin, "pass me the club, would you? Don't think I can grab it from inside." The tiger passed him the tool, and his next words were for Ssint, "swallow away, good snake! But, if you wouldn't mind keeping your body straight and mouth open, that would make things easier."

Arms, of course, were not that difficult to swallow, nor the even thinner club; as the metal slid into the snake's throat, Ssint took the time to readjust his lower jaw once again. And then, with a final swallow, the outside world couldn't see the man or his club, except for as a lumpy bulge in his neck, and soon his stomach. Intentionally or not, Rin verified this fact by peering into Ssint's still-open mouth. "Yep, there he goes. Silly man."

She stood and stretched, then walked over to where Ter had stopped moving deeper. With a curled finger, so as not to scratch him, she prodded the snake's thickened gut. "This is beyond stupid, I hope you know."

"Ah-hah!" Ter exlaimed, albeit muffled by the layers of muscle, scale, and fat around him. Ssint felt him move around inside - again, it wasn't strange for struggles to be weak, but it was odd for them to not be struggles. After another brief moment of stillness, the human-turned-meal jolted; a second later, the strange, hard object from earlier flew from Ssint's jaws. Or, well, rolled gently. It quickly picked up sand, rolled downhill, and came to a stop against Ssint's tail, near one side of the pit.

Rin carefully stepped over the human-sized lump of scales and stared at the ball. Ssint watched her. After a couple seconds, she leapt to the grassy edge in one bound, then turned to face the snake. "Oh, a word of advice: don't rest in these. Nice as they may seem, enough golfers are bad enough that you'll get walked on a lot."

"Oh, really?" Ssint gathered his body out of the sand a bit more, when an idea struck him. "By the way, Rin, would you like to join your friend?"

"Hm?"

"Well, I know you don't want to waste time, but I have room in my stomach, and wonder if you'd like to spend an hour or two digesting."

The tiger lady snickered, then burst out laughing. Infectious as it was, Ssint joined in, too, giggling at his own joke. Once she'd recovered, Rin stood up and wiped a tear from her eye. "Man, I must be tired if that one gets me. But no, snake, I'll let Ter spend that time on his own. See you tomorrow - or not, if you wind up not staying there."

As she walked away, Ssint looked over to the tree line. If what she said was true, it would be worth it to head back… but he was also weighed down by a human who was growing increasingly fidgety as his stomach acids started to seep into his skin. So, with a series of wiggles, Ssint gradually buried himself again, and resolved to move… later.

#v/ore #v.ore #vorefic #voretober #snake #reptiles #snake pred #feral pred #human #human prey #furry #anthro #furry cat #furry tiger #digestion #willing prey #text #writing #writers on tumblr

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loser-jpg · 8 months

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Leona and Dee drabble bc im sore from workouts and felt like writtin this

4 years after Dees graduation from NRC (i dont feel like doing any other world building other than that lol):

The first thing Leona heard waking up from his nap was the sound of keys outside the door. Normally the sound of the door opening would follow, but as usual it took Dee a solid half a minute to actually figure out which way to turn the key to unlock the door. Leona didn't understand why he insisted on locking the door every time he left, but it was funny to hear the same grumbles of annoyance every time Dee came back from wherever he went.

Their shared apartment wasn't that large, neither of them were actually fond of too big a living space, so Leona only had to shift himself slightly on the couch to be able to see Dee closing the door behind him.

"Ughhh." Leona watched as Dee kicked off his shoes and threw his phone and keys onto the table. His face was more red than normal and his hair had curled up around his face from sweat.

"Everything hurts." Dee face-planted into the chair to the side of the couch, his legs dragging onto the floor.

"What happened to you?" Leona laughed to himself as Dee turned his face to look at him with fake misery.

"You know how I said I should start working out?" Dee let out another fake whine as he turned his face back into the cushion, too lazy to finish his sentence.

"Well at least I won't have to hear you complaining about not being strong anymore."

"Yeah but you'll have to deal with me complaining about endless pain."

"The soreness will go away if you keep with it. Go ice, it'll help."

Dee pulled himself up enough to sit in the chair properly only to throw his head back to complain more "But I don't wanna ice! It takes so long and I gotta position myself uncomfortable to make the bag stay."

"Well at least go shower. You smell like shit."

"Thats the smell of muscle baby~" Dee groaned as he lifted himself up and trudged his way through the apartment. Leona also pulled himself off the couch and toward the fridge in the kitchen area. Dee was going to be starving in about ten minutes and a combination of not wanting to hear more complaining and kinda feeling nice today made Leona decide to make lunch for the two of them.

"Leftovers? Really?" Dee stared at the reheated remnants of the previous nights dinner. The dinner he made.

"You should be happy I even made you anything."

"Oh I am so blessed, you stuck a plate in the microwave for fifteen seconds for me." Despite his sarcasm, Leona watched Dee sit down and start shoveling food in his mouth the second he was done talking.

"It actually took thirty seconds."

"Oh now thats effort." Leona laughed as Dee struggled to talk with a mouth full of food.

"Food first. Then talk." Leona sat down across from Dee and also started to eat. Admittedly almost as fast and messy as his partner, but at least he had the decency to not talk with food in his mouth.

"Don tell me wah ta do." Leona looked up at Dee with a disgusted look, which only made Dee snicker at him. To Leona that stupid grin was recognizable in almost every situation. Food related or not.

Dee dumped his plate in the sink to wash later before walking over to the couch and laying down right where Leona had been earlier.

"Hey- no that's my spot." Leona set his plate in the sink as well and also made his way to the couch.

"Move your feet, lose your seat." Dee smiled that stupid grin again, before turning away from Leona.

"Oh, we'll see about that." Before Dee could protest Leona had grabbed him around the stomach and pushed him off the couch, reclaiming his spot with confidence.

"Hey! You tryna put me in more pain?!" Dee's face shot up from the ground into view, but the rest of him stayed sitting on the ground.

"Suffer." Leona yawned before shifting himself on the couch, planning to resume his nap from before Dee got home.

"Rude."

"hmm."

Suddenly Leona felt a weight on his torso and looked down to see Dee shoving his way into the space between Leona and the back of the couch.

"Seriously?"

"We share rent, we can share the couch."

"I pay more of the rent than you do."

"I still pay some of it." There it was. Stupid grin again.

"...Fine." Dee snickered as Leona readjusted himself so the two of them could lay comfortably on the couch. Though if he knew this was gonna happen he woulda just moved his nap to the bed.

#losers writing #twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona x oc #leona x yuu #dee :3 #Yaaay LeoDee fic :DDD #theyre so silly to me i love #also i dont care that they could deff live better than a medium sized apartment neither seem like theyd want an excessive amount of room #this is entirely self indulgent so no one cares about anyone elses opinions on anything in this 😀#leodee

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luimagines · 1 year

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Dream Jester!Reader is quite the character as the Chain are gonna quickly find out. Now neither Legend or they go into full detail about Koholint but explain enough to the heroes on how the two met each other.

Legend: Apparently when I lost consciousness at sea, I had been over a Dream Point. Spots that are heavily connected to the Dream World and quite easy for someone to fall through.

Sky:...I guess I better be more careful on where I nap from now on.

Reader: I'm pretty sure I can still fish you out even in the Waking World. Legend, Tulip would've fit better, was a special case as ALL of him went through than his mind.

The dream jester likes to call the Vet various nicknames that usually revolve around his lovely pink hair. A personal favorite being Tulip as it's their favorite flower. Legend calls them nicknames like Joker, Dream but he uses Jest the most. A well earned name since the dream jester likes starting mischief.

They have no neck and wrists so Reader definitely used that to scare the shit outta some Links. Everyone learned to never leave their bags or pots unchecked as the dream jester will hide their head or hands inside. The Chain learned Hyrule shrieks like a girl once he saw a disembodied head scream back at him from his bag.

Reader does have some of their powers despite being in the real world. One such ability is flight as not even five seconds later after recovering did they decide to casually float.

It's a natural ability that doesn't need magic so Reader rarely interacts with the ground since they're more comfortable in the air. Catching them nap while floating is a common sight for the Chain and something Legend already used to.

Wild: I wonder if they're comfy like that.

Legend: Jest compares it to napping on a cloud.

Sky: *tries not to be jealous*

Combat wise, Reader's abilities are more...set up than offensive. They make it easier for the Chain to take out monsters that are either difficult to hit or are in a large group. Once such ability is Paraloop, where anything they circle around get clung together and strung along like a magnet.

Great against more vicious monsters such as Lynels as it's hard to attack when being squished between objects or other monsters like a sandwich. Another technique is Drill Dash where Reader spins and moves faster akin to a drill. Not only does this make them more difficult hit but it packs a nasty punch.

Their most unique ability is Dualize, where Reader can assimilate with someone. A technique they often perform with Legend during his adventure on Koholint. In an outsider's point of view, it looks like Legend vanished when in reality he's sharing Reader's body and power. Their voices sorta overlap in this state too.

Reader/Legend, dualized: It's Showtime folks! You better keep up! *pulls out a now flaming Fire Rod*

Wind: That's so cool! I want to dualize next!

Sky: Let me do it too! You don't know how much I missed flying.

Overall, Reader fit quite well with the Chain as a fellow oddball and gremlin. Although the guys wished Legend gave them some warning to their antics. Then again, he wouldn't as they get to experience the same insanity that Reader drags him into.

...The only thing I thought of while reading this, was that when Reader is napping in mid-air that one of the chain (mostly likely Legend, come on) takes their fishing rod and hooks it onto their belt. The Link in question then straps his fishing rod onto his back and stat walking, dragging Reader with him as they travel so they don't have to wake up.

Tempted to say that one of them attaches Reader to either Hyrule or Wild so they have a pin point if either one of them wanders off. (Like those videos where they put the balloons on people while in the store so they can spot them easily. XD)

I doubt either party would appreciate it though so it would have to be in secret and make it fast.

#pinky replies #dream jester! reader

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starsnbeers · 1 year

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Cherry Blossom [Dazai Osamu x reader]

Her parents abandoning her had been the beginning of her destruction, the beginning of her becoming a monster. Some may think that the characterization is a form of exaggeration. How could a little girl, barely eight years old, be something so horrendous? People break, when under pressure. Kids break too.

Alone. A truth I have felt since always.

***

She had to learn the act of survival if she wanted to continue existing. It all started with stealing small amounts of food, barely enough to keep her breathing. Murder had not once crossed her mind.

On a frosty winter night, everything had changed. The ten year old lady was returning to the abandoned attic she had been staying at, when footsteps began echoing from behind her. [Y/n] had acted immediately; quickening her steps, she hid in an alleyway, hoping the stranger was a simple passerby. When silence was all she heard, the young one proceeded to leave her hiding spot. Before she had any time to react, large hands wrapped themselves around her neck; she could not see him, only smell and feel his reeking breath at the back of her neck. “Were you do you think you are going?’’. The girl was unable to speak. When cold fingers started lowering on her body, the panic caught up to her. She thrusted left and right and screamed on the top of her lungs. When cold metal was pressed at the base of her neck, all she saw was red; she stepped on the old man’s foot and, turning around, grabbed his knife. When she finally came to her senses, blood was all over her. The head of the attacker laid in front of her. Calm and unaware of the chocolate orbs following her every move, she left as if nothing had happened.

***

Over the course of time, her hunger escalated to something deeper. Something she could not quite name. Something that consumed her whole and left her breathless. There were times when she would lose her senses, only to awaken covered in blood. She had lost count of her victim as she had lost feelings related to regret or remorse.

Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.

***

[Y/n] had changed. Shoulder length hair, full lips, pale face, one could mistaken her for a normal, fragile girl, for she looked like a porcelain doll. But that wasn’t the case. She had become a well known murderer in Yokohama. Having improved her martial skills, not being an ability user was not a problem for her. She could take down a man 3 times her size in only a matter of seconds. Fallen Angel is they called her, for someone as beautiful as her could never be considered the devil.

Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

***

Dazai Osamu

The youngest Port Mafia executive to ever exist. Ougai Mori’s left hand. A fifteen-year-old boy, who took pleasure in teasing his red haired partner and had an unexplainable obsession with suicide. But what more?

People called him Demon Prodigy. He was dangerous, unhinged. He never hesitated, his moves were always calculated and calm. He was ruthless, deadly, sad.

We shouldn’t be this kind of tired at our age.

***

They met each other under a cherry blossom tree. He was lying on the grass, looking at clouds, thinking about life. She was walking, focused on the birds’ songs and the smell of spring. He saw her. She didn’t. Neither of them expected the crash. When they both caught their breath, Dazai assured her he was okay, claiming to be honored by being stepped on by such a beautiful lady. [Y/n] blushed and, for the first time in her life, she was left breathless; not by fury, but by the charming young man. He invited her to spend their evening together as a way of making up and she nervously accepted. Most will say it was love at first sight, but that wasn’t the case.

One thing lead to another and, soon, the pair of teenagers grew used to each other; evening walks by the beach, long, deep night talks about the meaning of life, naps under the cherry tree

[Y/n] couldn’t recall ever feeling happy. Only ever knowing numbness and pain, it was difficult for her to control the butterflies swimming in her stomach and the dizziness she felt around him.

It’s like I look at you and suddenly the sonnets make sense.

***

The first time he saw her, he was stunned. How could a skinny, pale little girl behead such a man, with only a pocket knife? He thought her interesting, wanted to talk to her, learn about her past. Of course, his stupid partner had to ruin the moment. They were on a mission, after all.

Years had passed by, and, though he was sure she was somehow connected with the newly shown assassin, he didn’t have the pleasure of meeting her. Until that fateful evening.

He had immediately recognized her. Those black, soulless eyes had been haunting him in his sleep for years. She intrigued him. This time, he would get close to her.

I think he was enamored with you because you were so enamored with him.

***

The last time [Y/n] saw him was the last day of summer. He looked sad, more than usual, but she never commented on it. They had spent the day on their usual spot, under the cherry blossom tree. It was the first time she told him she loved him. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he started, “you could never love someone like me”. Truth is, she didn’t know much about the brown eyed boy that had stolen her heart. She had memorized his laugh, the way his hand fit in hers, even the way he sometimes looked at her; like she was food and he was a starved man. Though stuff like that didn’t matter to most people, the love struck girl was glad to have the suicidal maniac by her side.

This August I began to dream of drowning.

***

Dazai had never been cruel to her. The young Mafioso had never been anything but gentle when it came to his precious belladonna. Who could guess that the Demon Prodigy, the man that had killed 138 people, would grow soft over a broken girl?

Leaving her never felt right, but it’s what he had to do. He was a bad man and [Y/n], although she wasn’t aware of, had a kind soul. He would vanish from her life and, eventually, she would forget about him. The chocolate haired man would continue his life as he had before he met her; purposelessly, meaninglessly.

Every time I chase happiness I come back worse than before.

***

For some reason, the thought that she would eventually end up alone again never occurred her. She had been sure she found her other half, her soulmate. The first time he didn’t show up, [Y/n] had simply thought he was sick or something of the like. Days turned into months, the pink blossoms fell and winter came, freezing her heart.

I began letting him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

***

It was the last day of spring. Kids were playing in the nearby park, birds were singing. The air smelled sweet and flowery. Under the cherry blossom tree, brown eyes met black ones and feeling forgotten sprang into the surface.

I have something in my heart for you which will die only when I do.

#dazai #Dazai Osamu #bungo stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #light angst #angst #bungou stray dogs #bungo sd

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wooahaes · 2 years

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lonely but not alone

pairing: non-idol!minghao x gn!reader

prompt: some comfort for some shitty feelings.

word count: 1.2k~

warnings: depression warning + mentions of self harm (hitting) with measures taken to stop it (no self harm occurs directly in the fic itself, but minghao acknowledges it happening + the bruise left behind) mentions of therapy. intentional lowercase & no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: n/a.

> can you come over? i don’t want to be alone tonight.

minghao made his way over to your apartment with nothing but a confirmation that he’d be there in half an hour. he made it in twenty, even with his stop for groceries along the way, and let himself in. minghao knew you. he knew you didn’t like to say certain things outright, even though he’d been your longtime friend before he was ever your boyfriend. even though he knew your struggles because you confessed them to him. he remembered the weight of your body against his own that night, face buried in his shirt as he just held you through the storm, and told you he’d be right there when you woke up from your crying-fatigued nap.

he knew you wouldn’t have eaten dinner. he knew that, most likely, you’d have gone to bed once you came home from work and not budged from your spot. he opened your fridge, looking through for the other things he’d need. the basics he knew you’d have. with a careful hand, minghao made you dinner the way he knew you’d like it, and he carried it to your room. normally, he’d be against eating in bed (it was always a risk for a mess that neither of you would feel like cleaning up), but you wouldn’t move out of bed. minghao knew you too well.

getting you to eat was always an easy enough task. the smell would entice you to sit up, and sometimes he’d feed you first just to incentivize you to take over the task for yourself because he knew you hated being babied. he sat at the foot of your bed, watching you eat quietly, and he studied your face.

there was a bruise underneath your eye. minghao had studied your face and your skin during sleepless nights enough times to notice the slightest discoloration, and having your bedroom light on helped as well. he said nothing. this was a discussion for tomorrow morning. all he did was gently reach out when you were done, thumb brushing over the bruise just to see how bad it was.

“i know.” you sighed. “it was bad tonight.”

he kissed your forehead. “let me put this away,” he said as he took the remnants of your dinner, half-eaten. sometimes he’d tease you about not liking his cooking, but not tonight. not when he could see the way your eyes are bloodshot and wet, not when he knew there was a bruise there.

he made a mental calculation as he was covering the plate with plastic wrap. that was at least several months since the last time, right? it was progress. one relapse didn’t erase all of that. you didn’t have a hair tie on your wrist to snap--you lost them way too easily. he’d bring you another pack. your therapist said that it was better to snap them against your skin than to do anything else, and one day they’d work with you to stop that, next.

he checked the calendar you had on your fridge after making a small bag of ice. all of the dates were marked into your phone as well, but you always wrote them out. if minghao swung by, he could see them (you liked keeping him in the loop), and if something happened to your phone, you’d still have them. your next appointment wasn’t for another week and a half... maybe you needed something sooner. but that was a morning conversation, too. right now you needed support. tomorrow the two of you could take steps to get better, to work on things, but tonight was the time to sit and let the emotions work their way through. he’d be right there to hold you through it.

minghao draped his sweater over you. he refreshed his cologne before he left home, just because he knew the smell comforted you. he had the bottle in his bag, too, and he’d spray it onto the little stuffed frog you owned in the morning (he had an identical one at home: you said they were a pair, like the two of you, and he could always hold it and think of you when he missed being with you). he pressed the ice--wrapped in a dishtowel to prevent direct contact--against your cheek, and you went to hold it in place.

even if he knew some things were meant to be talked about in the morning, minghao started to search for his spare set of clothing. “do you want to talk tonight or tomorrow?”

silence. a long sigh. “tomorrow, hao.”

“okay.” he grabbed the change of clothes from the bottom of your closet, and he could smell your favorite fabric softener on them--fresh enough for him to know that you’d recently washed them. that meant whatever set you off had happened recently. “do you want to tell me what happened?”

you flopped back onto the bed, his sweater now held against your front. “one of my coworkers got passive aggressive again. i don’t think he meant to do it, but...” you let out another sigh. he watched you for a moment, folding the shirt he’d been wearing. “i dunno, hao. i feel like i’m being too sensitive.”

minghao set his folded clothes aside when he was done, and crawled into bed next to you. he reached for your free hand, wrapping his hands around it. “what about the rest of your week? you told me you were getting stressed.”

you shut your eyes, pressing the makeshift ice pack a little further into your face. “i should be used to it.”

“you said this week was different because things were backed up,” he said. “it’s not your fault. you did the best you could and if someone was getting passive aggressive, then it’s their fault for not communicating any issues in a mature way.” he inched a little closer to you. whatever your coworker said had been the last straw.

“i dunno. maybe you’re right.”

“people can mess up sometimes,” he said, “and act immaturely about things, but they should realize it’s not fair to you to speak to you like that. it’s not helpful to anyone, either.”

“can we stop talking about it?”

he nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “do you want to talk about anything in particular?”

“not really,” you said. “can you sing for me, minghao?”

minghao always knew when you needed things the most. he nodded, gently pulling you into his arms so that you could listen to his heart beating, too: a reminder that he was there, alive, with you. he cleared his throat, and softly began to sing to you things that he knew would comfort you. things he learned long ago and perfected in his own time, just to help calm you in moments like these. he absentmindedly traced circles into your back, eyes shut as he listened to the sound of his own voice, quiet and gentle, and your breathing.

“minghao?” you said at one point, far after minghao had thought you’d drifted off. “i love you. i’m sorry.”

“don’t be,” he pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. “i’m here because i love you. let’s get some sleep, okay?”

he set aside the ice pack for you, and let you snuggle into his chest once more. the hard part would come in the morning after, but he would happily let you find a safe haven any day in his arms if it meant you knew you weren’t alone.

#seventeen imagine #minghao x reader #the8 angst #svt angst #seventeen x you #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #xu minghao x reader #minghao x you #seventeen angst #the8 x reader #the8 x you #xu minghao x you #wooahaes.fic

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subtle-edge-of-rot · 2 years

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Just to keep the last one from getting too long, it doesn't just start and stop in a predictable pattern.

The way Vincent would have you legs spread on the counter while he thought you were both home alone, never rushing while he enjoys his meal only for Lester to come down from his room after his nap. Neither of them are opposed to seeing you fucked pliant so Vince gets you to your melting point, drinking down your climax before picking you up and carrying you to the couch.

Unlike the usual positioning you're flipped on your back for this time. Les holds your legs while you're spread over him, sinking in until he's completely disappeared inside you and Vince supports your head and neck while you're face up deep throating him. He's careful with you, conscious of the parts of your body that are strained like this and he supports them while watching the bulge he gives you down your throat move with every rhythmic movement made.

Les really only needs one hand for your hips, using his other to rub your chest for a bit and then running his nails down your stomach to between your legs to stimulate you even more between powerful thrusts.

And the same goes for Bo. He walks down to the good part of the road where Les likes to park while he gets ready to head out for the day. He knows immediately what's up when he spots the truck moving just a little. He knocks on the window in spite and sees your flushed face riding Lester reverse Cowgirl. He was just dropping off some extra water since he knows his brother really doesn't drink enough but seems like he's had his fill of juice already when Bo sees a toothy grin and wave from behind you.

When he's allowed to Bo positions himself partly in the truck with you both, a hand on the roof of the truck while his other pets your hair. Bo is always one for dirty talk, asking if you're feeling good and talking about how pretty you look split over a dick while his own is slotted between your chest. You're rolling and bouncing your hips while you hold your brests together, licking and sucking Bo's tip on every upstroke while you give him a tit job. You haven't gone into town for spa day in a while so you really don't mind a improvised facial, shuddering when you manage to get them both off at the same time.

-💙

I am feral for the idea of the brothers walking in on each other using you and then just joining in. It’s like an unspoken rule that if they’re taking you out in the open, or the door isn’t shut, then the others are invited to come and join in on the fun. So when Les wanders down to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes after a nap, and sees his big brother positively devouring you, he knows he can join in and have you as a snack, too.

And Bo is no exception when he sees you being so thoroughly used in the truck—he’s of course going to join in with some lewd comments, rubbing at your sweet spot while he thrusts against your chest.

Honestly getting Bo and Les to cum at the same time is a huge power play, you know them and what they like so well that you know exactly what to do to get that facial and deep creampie you want.

#payton’s asks #💙anon #blue my beloved #the poly sinclair experience #the sinclair brothers

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kuno-chan · 2 years

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Sides of the Moon - Ch. 30, Homesick

Summary: Runaan and his team of assassins discovers that Rayla has defied him. Again. But when they find her, she’s bleeding out in the woods with precious cargo under her arm and face to face with the princes of Katolis running away from their own castle. They find that, upon this meeting, the die has already been cast.

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Everyone was up early the next morning.

Rayla was ready to leave the nexus and move on. It was a nice place, but she missed home. She wanted to eat a moonberry surprise and talk to faces that once annoyed her. Faces she missed. In the depths of her mind, she knew good and well how much she missed The Silvergrove. The good, the bad, the in-between.

She missed being under the shade of the trees and missed her forest.

She missed the music. She missed the dancing.

And she wanted to show Callum all of it.

Apparently Runaan intended for them to bring the princes home with them. And Zym would probably need someone to escort him back to his mother formally. She thought he might have sent a message already, but Anarr made that impossible. Her and her human companion sniffed out any semblance of magic. Especially the dark mage.

It seemed strange for only two people to hunt them down, but those two hunters were making their lives exceedingly difficult. And Runaan was afraid of them.

Rather, he was afraid of what they might do.

Their party had grown to an unwieldy size and keeping them in check was no small feat, she knew. Moonshadow elves kept their assassin parties small for a reason.

She found Callum and Ezran playing with Zym, hoisting him into the air as he flapped his wings and came back down to rest in Ezran’s arms.

“Rayla, look!” Ezran laughed, throwing Zym up again. “He’s trying to fly!”

“He doesn’t already know how?”

She’d never thought of a dragon not being able to fly from birth.

“He’s probably too young,” Callum said, watching with amusement. “He’s just a baby, after all.”

She watched Zym, cooing as he flapped his wings, so much effort in such a little body as he came back down. This time, in Rayla’s arms. He cooed at her, licking her face. Her heart melted. Only a little. “You’re such a wee cutie. How’s being born feel like these days?”

Zym let out a noise of affirmation, licking her face again and cuddling into her.

“Aww,” Ezran said, grinning. “He likes you.”

“Well, I hope he does. I’m pretty sure Callum and I almost made ourselves a couple of lightning rods trying to get him here.”

Ezran paused. He nodded. “He appreciates it.”

“Right, I forgot you talk to animals.” Rayla hugged Zym. “You’re welcome, little guy. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

Zym yawned. He snuggled into Rayla.

“Aww, he’s tired,” Callum laughed. “I think he wants a nap.”

Rayla handed him over to Ezran, who put him in his backpack. “I think he’s going to stay there for a while. I can carry him like this while we’re on the road.”

Rayla nodded. “We ready to go? Where’s everyone else?”

“Getting their stuff,” Callum said. “Do you think we should go say goodbye to Lujanne?”

Rayla thought about it. Runaan would probably formally approach her himself, but... it couldn’t hurt. Where was she at again? Probably doing whatever Lujanne… did.

Last time, they found her picking berries for Phoe-Phoe’s lunch.

“She let us stay here and helped you guys,” Ezran suggested. “We should at least go say thank you.”

Ezran was right. Pleasantries weren’t Rayla’s strong suit. Annoying as it was, he was right.

“I suppose,” she said reluctantly. Callum smiled and nudged her along. “Don’t push. I’m going, I’m going.”

They first went to the temple, but nobody was there but Phoe-Phoe, taking a nap where Lujanne typically meditated. Then, they strolled the rooms, meeting the other elves along the way. Runaan was discussing final travel plans with Callisto when they peeked in on them, quickly leaving before they were spotted.

Neither of them liked to interrupt those two when they were at it.

Then, they went looking in the surrounding forests. Maybe she was picking berries?

They ventured into the trees, sunlight peeking through the leaves.

A noise. Rayla’s ears pricked.

She stopped Callum and Ezran in their tracks.

“What’s wrong?” Callum asked.

She hushed him, trying to hear. There it was again. Was it grunting? She couldn’t tell, it sounded muffled.

There it was again.

Instinct gnawed in her belly.

“I think Lujanne’s in trouble. Go back and get the others.” She ran ahead of the princes, not waiting for them to catch up or protest. She followed the light into a clearing. The trees parted for her, but nothing was there.

Rayla took out her swords.

Someone was here. She knew it. She could feel it.

“Come out!” She called. “I know you’re here!”

Without so much as a second invitation, Anarr formed from the shadow of a tree.

She held Lujanne against her, knife at her throat.

“Hello, Rayla.”

Rayla didn’t bother twisting to look at Morgan. At least he was here with her and not chasing the princes.

Anarr’s eyes bored into her. Green. Piercing.

Enraged.

Rayla always felt Anarr’s rage whenever she looked at her. It sent a chill up Rayla’s spine, she hated to admit. Anarr had an intense way of looking at her that was even creepier when hidden from the light.

“Alone.” His voice was in her left ear more than her right. “You never learn.”

Lujanne struggled against Anarr, but Anarr pressed the knife to her throat. A warning. Lujanne said nothing. She closed her eyes.

“It’s okay, Lujanne,” Rayla said, readying her blades. “I’ve got this. Anarr, this is between you and me. It’s me you want, right? Let her go.”

“In time,” Anarr said. “First, you put your swords down.”

“Fat chance of me doing that.”

Anarr nicked Lujanne just under her chin. “Now, girl. Before I give you her head.”

Rayla frowned. She did as she was told. Naked without her swords, she readied herself to jump at any sudden movement. Any opening she could get that would save Lujanne’s life.

She would take it.

But Anarr wasn’t an idiot, and Morgan was still somewhere around her. Behind her. Somewhere.

“Rayla, has anyone ever told you that your horns are beautiful?” Morgan said. Rayla gritted her teeth, trying to ignore his words. “They would be perfect for my collection.”

Collection.

Rayla tried not to shudder. Her mind flashed back to their last night in Meraxia. To the doll hoisted up in that wardrobe.

She imagined the vision from her nightmares. The doll being her.

-:-:-:-

Callum didn’t wait. He pulled Ezran along, praying Rayla could handle herself long enough for him to go back and get help. He didn’t know what was up there, but he’d been down this road enough to know he wouldn’t mess it up.

He kept going, his feet carrying him to the first person he knew.

Callisto saw him, saw whatever was on his face and followed him without a word, brandishing his knives.

“Go get the others. Where is she?”

“In the forest,” Callum said, panting. “Don’t know who’s there, but someone is.”

Callisto squinted, thinking, but he raced off without elaborating on his thoughts.

“I hope it’s not who we think it is,” Ezran said.

Callum really hoped so, too, but with their luck he knew better.

“Let’s get the others.”

-:-:-:-

Unarmed and by herself, Rayla stared down Anarr. She kept her ears open for wherever Morgan was coming from. This was bad, but not impossible to navigate.

She could do this.

“Don’t just stand there,” Rayla sneered. “What do you want?”

“We’ve chased you halfway across the continent by now,” Morgan said. “You know what we want.”

“I know you want to kill me and the princes all for different reasons. I have to say, you’re really dedicated if you’ve gotten this far. Don’t you ever think your luck is going to run out? Hm?”

Anarr snorted. “Runaan is predictable once you know him. He’s stubborn, yes, but he won’t put you in danger. That’s easy to play with. Now, you and Lujanne here will trade spots.”

“And if I refuse?” Rayla narrowed her eyes.

“You’re not stupid.” Light glinted off the steel at Lujanne’s throat. “Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Rayla frowned. “...fine. But we trade. Evenly. You let Lujanne go and take me. It happens at the same time.”

“Rayla,” Lujanne warned. “Don’t do this.”

“It’s okay, Lujanne,” Rayla said, approaching them. “I know what I’m doing.”

Anarr smiled. By now, Rayla could feel Morgan prowling around her. Something about him made her more wary of him than Anarr. Something about him was off. Entirely. She hadn’t felt this way about anyone. Not when she met Lord Viren with his disgusting use of dark magic. Not even with the Kalf’s who, arguably, were two of the worst people she had ever met, elf or human.

Morgan was wrong in a way she couldn’t place.

She prayed she would never find out why.

Moreover, she prayed Callum and Ezran were out of his range. The only good thing about this situation was Morgan and Anarr’s singular focus on Rayla. It unnerved her.

She could feel Anarr’s burning vengeance.

Some part of her could even see the pain.

It didn’t change the situation, however, as she approached Anarr and Anarr did the same. Anarr was a ticking time bomb. Rayla was half-expecting, fully afraid, that she would slit Lujanne’s throat and take her the second they met. How would she stop her?

Maybe she could outmaneuver one of those human guards from Katolis, but this woman was one of her own. Anarr was a real assassin. The real deal.

Anarr, had she not turned out the way she did, was everything Rayla thought she might have been. Everything she maybe even wanted to be. Totally in control and deadly. It was what she always strived for.

Rayla looked at her now.

Is this what she wanted?

That was another question for another time as she finally met Anarr.

“Move, and die.”

Rayla let out a sharp breath.

Runaan.

When had he—

“Runaan, are you sure you want to point that arrow at my head? Remember, we tried this last time and Rayla was still in the way. Like she is now.” Anarr grinned madly. “Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”

“Risk is a question of probability. I was alone. Now, I am not. You and I both know you won’t leave alive if you attack.”

The rest of the team melted from the shadows, brandishing their weapons.

They were ready for anything. Blood creatures. Whatever Morgan might cook up. And that’s if they got the chance to cast a spell.

“Let her go, Anarr.” Andromeda warned.

“This is over,” Runaan said, bow drawn.

“Is it?” Morgan drew his swords, smiling the entire time. “You all really think I’d show up and have no plan?”

“You’re mad enough to,” Ram said.

Morgan conceded. “This is true, but if that were the case, then we wouldn’t be where we are now. Come. We should dance.”

Before anyone could spare another word, steel flashed and Runaan pivoted. He shot an arrow, but the assailant barely dodged it.

Soren rolled out of the way then got back on his feet, sword up to contend with Ram who stepped in to intercede. Something wasn’t right, Rayla realized.

Soren wasn’t a plan. It made sense that they would join forces, both being assassin parties for the same man, but... having one swordsman wasn’t an answer for five trained assassins.

Morgan and Anarr had no access to their magic. Not without risking death.

Then, the hair on Rayla’s neck stood up. Against her better judgement, she turned around.

In the shadows was Claudia.

-:-:-:-

Callum was cautious. Should he go back to see if they were alright?

They were fine, he knew, but...

Could he really just stand back and do nothing?

Well, he wouldn’t leave Ezran alone. Instead, he found Phoe-Phoe and told him to stay with her. If something went wrong, Ezran could fly off on her.

But standing around was something he just couldn’t do.

He went back, following the trail he remembered Rayla taking. He heard voices from a clearing and his eyes widened when he saw her. They snapped to the figure lurking just outside the light.

Claudia was waiting in the shadows, something trailing from her fingers.

String?

He couldn’t see what she hid behind the trees.

Whatever they were, they were magic.

He could see the light trailing from her fingers.

Her mouth was moving, her eyes black.

Callum wasn’t about to wait and see what she had up her sleeve. Then, he saw Anarr and Morgan. He saw Soren.

Now, he was glad he didn’t bring Ezran.

-:-:-:-

Runaan had Anarr. Rayla had Claudia. She did not trust whatever was going on back there. The girl’s eyes were black, Rayla realized.

In a training exercise, she might get scolded for taking her eyes off her opponent, but Claudia was a different kind of deadly. Whatever this feeling was, Rayla listened to it.

Rayla picked up her swords. She thought only on what was ahead of her and trusted Runaan to keep Anarr in check.

There were five others who were there to support her, Ram and Skor were already facing off with Soren. She heard an additional set of blades clashing and, for a moment—

Lujanne grunted, hitting the ground and panting.

Thank goodness.

Runaan was dealing with Anarr.

Now, Rayla could focus on the singular enemy in front of her. Somehow, Claudia felt like the enemy she needed to concentrate on.

“Steppup ym eb tsap eht fo sroirraw,” Claudia chanted.

There was a spine chilling feeling, a shuddering phenomenon. It sent dread through her chest and down her legs.

Andromeda fought with Morgan.

Blade after blade clashed in her ears.

But all she saw was Claudia and whatever she revealed from behind those trees, magic trailing from her fingers.

She moved her slender fingers, poised for unspeakable violence.

She moved them like a puppeteer.

“Rayla, look out!”

Callum’s voice brought her back to reality. What he was doing here, she didn’t know, but she moved when something leapt out at her from the trees. Then again, there was another.

Rayla looked, she searched. The figures danced, crawled, popped, whatever, back to Claudia’s side. They were white-haired.

Both had short white hair.

And blue markings — tattoos — around their eyes.

And pointed ears.

Rayla almost threw up. She might have if her entire world, every beating of her heart and every morsel of her didn’t freeze.

Her eyes widened. They stung.

“Mom? Dad?”

-:-:-:-

Anarr almost nicked Runaan when he heard Rayla.

Mom.

Dad.

He got a glimpse when he twisted his position with Anarr. He caught just one look and Anarr almost had his throat. “It’s rude not to pay attention when you have a dance partner, Runaan.”

Runaan snarled at her. “What did you do to them? Did you know?”

Anarr’s eyes darkened, she frowned. Was that guilt? Whatever it was, it hardened behind her eyes and her determined, gritted teeth. “It had to be done.”

He pushed her away, seething, panting with labored breaths, trying not to lose his composure as he attempted another lethal strike. “You are lost beyond words. You have betrayed not only your own kind, but the living as well. I speak for all elves when I claim you a complete and utter disgrace. A blemish to have lived as one of us.”

Lain and Tiadrin were at Claudia’s side, jointed, moving so unnaturally.

Puppets.

Literal, real puppets. He had only seen them in Meraxia. The work was the same, the build, the craftsmanship.

The eyes.

Runaan wanted to vomit.

He could have wept seeing them in their state: black, shining eyes of lifeless puppets where their comforting gazes should have been. They popped as they moved. They swiveled.

Anarr got back into position, ready to pounce.

He shook his head. “What have you done?”

She didn’t back down. She didn’t flinch. Anarr’s gaze was piercing as always, but they smoldered with something different. His blades flashed, the edge meant for her alone. They met again in the middle, their swords sparking between them.

-:-:-:-

Rayla stared. She stared longer than she should, but she couldn’t move.

Her parents.

Were they even her parents? Were they even real?

But something about her experiences in the past month told her enough, even if she hoped it wasn’t true. Those were her parents. Her actual parents. Too many questions raced in her mind. Too many thoughts.

Those were their Dragonguard uniforms.

She knew the curve of her mother’s face. The ridge of her father’s brow.

And she knew those black eyes that weren’t theirs. Black, cursed, shining with numb sinister lack of life.

Their weapons spun into place. Rayla barely had the good sense to brace herself before Claudia beckoned them to leap for her.

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#the dragon prince #tdp #rayllum #rayla #callum #runaan

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Morning Doves

naps under the willow tree, Lim “Harlow” Hanbin

“So, you got any other plans today other than lounging around?”

Laying under the overgrown willow tree with the sunlight filtering through like the mottled pelt of a cat through the leaves, Harlow Lim takes in the just slightly cool morning air. An arm is thrown casually over his eyes as if to shade himself from the sometimes intrusive light whenever the leaves of the tree sway in the soft morning breeze. His dark hair is a stark contrast against the green hues of the grass below him, thick and healthy, and hiding the dirt it thrived in. Beside him, sitting with his back against the thick, strong trunk of the same tree, is another boy with an equally thick book in his lap, the pages flipped to some random spot; though it’s unclear just how much the latter had indulged himself in. His frame blended in much more smoothly with the willow tree and the shade, however. Unlike Harlow.

Harlow hums to himself in thought. But he doesn’t give the other boy an answer right away.

The other, Maddox, wasn’t usually in a rush to know anyways. Perfectly content to be relaxing in the crisp morning, just as he was. Under the guard that shielded his persona, the boy was equally as calm as Harlow. If not even more so apathetic.

It’s summer. Bright and warm. And neither of the boys had anywhere to be or an itch to scratch, to do more than simply enjoy their time. The rustle of the low lying leaves around the pair is peaceful, gently lulling the friends into a slowed down pace. As if their heartbeats have also slowed to match the tranquility of the air today.

Alternatively- things were just quieter and calmer without Arlen’s busy self to fill the void.

Although Harlow loved his friend and roommate all the same.

He finds that he quite likes this kind of slow pace too.

And so he lets Maddox wait a little bit longer.

But eventually, the boy laying in the prickly grass lifts his arm off of his eyes and peels one open to gaze at his friend. The one who’d gone back to the text in his lap, presumably believing he would get no response from Harlow.

“Maybe. It’s a pretty slow day today and I think Arlen’s too busy with some other stuff to hang with us today.”

Eventually comes a reply, mumbling almost under Harlow’s breath as he moves back into his original position. Without hesitation, he slots his arm back over his eyes, resting against the bridge of his nose and lets out another slow breath. Appreciative and deeply considerate.

Maddox hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything else to add onto the sentiment. His eyes don’t leave the book to spare another glance, even as he turns the yellow-aged pages. Harlow would have questioned just how much he’d absorbed from the text; but he doesn’t find the energy in him to try this time.

Instead, both boys allow themselves to enjoy the quietness of each other’s company. Although the grass equally prickles both boys’ skin, no one says anything or complains. Not when everything else seemed quite perfect for a slow morning with a quiet buddy.

Even if one of them wasn’t exactly being productive at the moment.

“Let’s just leave Arlen to it then, and enjoy the quiet for a bit, yeah? It’s not a luxury when he’s around.” Although perhaps Maddox had poor word choice, both boys knew he meant well.

It’s just a nice morning.

He just didn’t want to ruin that.

“You say that like you’re not usually with him; if I didn’t know the two of you better, I’d say you prefer his company more than mine.”

“Mhm… perhaps.”

#harlow lim #lim hanbin #maddox kang #kang jihyuk #summer waves #seaweed

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moemoemammon · 3 years

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Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.

The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.

But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.

But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.

“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."

Mammon

The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now!

He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.

And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.

Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.

“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"

Levi

Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.

Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!

You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!

Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.

“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"

Satan

You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?

Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.

When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.

He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.

"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"

Asmo

Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!

Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.

Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!

Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...

“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"

Beel

Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.

He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.

...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?

When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.

"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."

Belphie

There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.

Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...

As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-

It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?

"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."

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SUMMER MORNINGS - harry potter

regressing back to my roots. no specific gender stated. warnings: mentions of food. please enjoy! <3

ronald weasely ;

sleeping in the same bed as ron can either be torture or blissful. his body is insanely comfortable, so if you had any early morning plans they’ll have to be pushed back. on most summer mornings, neither of you get out of bed until at least one p.m. however, sometimes ron wakes you up to the smell of his recent cooking endeavors. you'll trudge down the semi-creaky staircase bleary-eyed and missing the feeling of ron's body next to yours and be met with his frame illuminated by the afternoon sun. sure, he's hunched over the pan, and his hair is still recovering from leaving the bed, but his concentration is cute. "oh. you're awake. i made eggs, come have some."

harry james potter ;

the first thing you hear waking up is the quiet tink of glasses unfolding. no matter the season, harry will never get contacts. (no matter how much he complains about them slipping off due to sweat.) harry always wakes up first, and takes to admiring your sleeping face in its entirety. the fan by your shared bed is muffled by a silencing charm, but still allows for the breeze to lift pieces of your hair. it is deep serenity he feels in this moment. being able to watch your chest rise and fall, seeing the reflection of dreams pass across your face, and even the movement produced from your limbs. it's summer. he can afford to look at you just a little longer.

hermione granger ;

even in summer, hermione is a busybody. in the early hours of the morning, you are keen to pulling her wrist back into bed. she'll give some sort of other-wordly excuse, 'i need to write a thesis paper on muggle toothbrushes,' or 'i have to do research on elf laws.' as you explain to her that it's summer, and that rest is important, you'll feel her loosen just a little bit. "please. it's summer, mione. you can write whatever it is later in the day. just sleep in a little." half-asleep voices can sometimes be the most convincing. she's always found it hard to say no to you, awake or otherwise. with a skilled flick of her wand, the lights return to their dark state. "Just till' 10, okay?"

george weasley ;

perhaps the easiest to get to stay in bed. one mutter of sleeping in and he's back in the bed. george wasn't the biggest fan of the summer sun, so blackout curtains came in handy, allowing you two to sleep well into the day, and still be set in the realm of night. you didn’t need magic for that. almost every summer morning you would wake to feather light kisses on your forehead, nose, and lips. it was summer, kisses as light as linen were a sign of the times, were they not? with each kiss, a stray piece of ginger hair would tickle the spot above it. more than anything else, george loved seeing your face contort and move with his kisses. the subtle inclinations of your body to his movements. it astounded him how your body was in tune with his own even without consciousness. and when your eyes finally opened, you were met with a goofy half-asleep grin and a simple, “mornin’ love.”

fred weasley ;

fred is fun to wake up to. sometimes, you'll wake to a cup of water on your face, (a deterrent from the heat he explains) or the sound of newly tested products for the joke shop. the summer is the best time to try out new products, and the best time for sales. he does try his best not to wake you, truly. but, there are so many different things he wants to show you, so many things to test! summer work sessions don't have to be hard if you're doing them with someone you love. so, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and aid fred in whatever latest project he's absorbed in. i'm sure the two of you can afford a nap later in the night.

draco malfoy ;

you know, there are perks to waking up next draco malfoy. for one, being able to see his usually hard demeanor crumble in your hands. no matter how much of a fight he'll put up next to you, he relishes in the ability of being beside you. second, he loves waking up before you. he'll wake up early just so he can place a glass of water right on the bedside table for you. he knows how hot it can get, and morning sweats are no joke. he doesn't wake you, he knows that you need rest. he'll sit by your side and quietly read a book, turning the pages with carefulness. and with each flip of a page, his mind wanders to what the two of you will get up to in the summer sun.

ginny weasley ;

mornings with a quidditch all-star are never short of stellar. ginny has to make sure she's keeping up with training even in the summer heat; much to your dismay. ginny is more of a morning person, and feels that working out in the morning sets her up for a better day. you however, like to remain in bed for as long as possible. most likely until ginny's previously sweaty hands are rubbing your sides to wake you up. of course, it's the break and she wants you to rest. but, she misses hearing you chastise her for petty little things. "baby, come on wake up. we can go out for breakfast."

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