#and it takes every bit of strength in my body and mind not to feed her her own dirty socks.

[yandere-sins]

Today, I was thinking about Kar'niss the drider, who—mad and confused—stumbles over a nearly dead darling in the Shadowlands.

You're already as good as gone, life sapped out of you mercilessly by the shadows gnawing at you. They burn your skin and dig into your very soul while strangling you slowly, agonizingly to death, trying to take over your body and make you into one of the lifeless puppets wandering around unprotected. It's your own fault for getting into this mess, yet you prayed and wished for nothing more than to be released from the torture.

Perhaps that's why it's so surprising when instead of eternal, restless death, your body is enveloped in a gentle light, bright and freeing you of the shadows that quickly retreat. You gasp and wheeze as you jolt back to life, coughing and contorting until you finally get your own mind back.

It hurts to look, yet you cannot help but stare into the blinding light, trying to determine where it's coming from. Only now can you make out faint noises coming from it, the shadows having wrecked your hearing badly enough so that you didn't notice it before. Metal clanking and a voice. It almost makes you believe in a god again, as you mistake the light to be talking to you.

Imagine the shock, the ice-cold shiver that runs through you when your eyes finally adjust. When the real monster behind the voice comes into the light, mumbling and yelling nonsensical phrases about 'feeding the shadows' and 'her majesty's will'. Half of its body resembles a man, the other half is spider through and through. His skin seems more leathery and armored, and his fingertips are contorted into claws. What you thought were dark jewels adorning his face turn out to be eyes, and you choke on a scream as they blink, their focus suddenly shifts entirely on you.

"Who are you? What are you doing, feeding the shadows?! It's not right, it's not...! Ah, yes, your majesty! Your light guides us, protects us. We are eternally grateful!"

As if almost dying and being rescued by a drider isn't bad enough, madness seems to be dripping off of him the moment he notices you through his hazy mind. You can tell that there is no reasoning with your savior, no last bit of sanity to appeal to, your instincts tell you. He leans down, and you cower, trying to get away. But the moment you leave the lantern's glow, you feel the shadows reaching for you again. You have no idea what's going on as the drider makes another step forward, the light enveloping you again, but you start to listen to his rambles, the way he calls out to some queen, reverently so.

And your blood runs cold when, in his mumbles, you hear him call you a gift.

"My queen, are you giving them to me? Is this my reward? I will not complain about this most generous gift, majesty!"

Your arm is caught by him quicker than you can get away, though his grip only tightens when you struggle, his skin feeling wrong against yours. Appalling. But when you stop thrashing like a fly caught in a spiderweb, he gently pulls you to a stand, waiting for you to regain your strength before he starts walking, tugging you with him. The shadows want to reach for you, pull you back, and you fearfully step closer to the drider, making him chuckle.

There's nothing you can do, his grip on you firm and the shadows being the only alternative to walking with him. He keeps blubbering and laughing about his thoughts, conversing with someone you can't see but who he seems to revere. But at the same time, you feel at least one pair of eyes fixating on you in every moment of your journey, even if you don't know which one is looking. Everything about him is freaking you out, but when you reach a massive building with people walking around, you can't help but feel thankful to the drider for bringing you back to civilization.

That is, until someone tries to talk to you. He does not like that.

Letting go of your arm, he snatches you by your waist instead, your feet dangling above the ground while you feel the air being forced out of your lungs from the pressure he puts you against his chest with. It's all so unnatural, and you can't help but struggle in fear when, suddenly, his bellowing voice makes you freeze.

"NO! This is my gift! Our Queen has gifted them to me! They are not for you to take! You are not worthy!"

And just like that, after baring his fangs and driving away the people you thought were going to help you, his anger disappears almost immediately as he cradles you, cooing much softer words in your direction than to the others. "It's alright, sweet gift. They'll not take you from me. We'll be together, as has our Queen decided."

With that, you feel like your body is flying through the air, clutched against him, as his many legs are swiftly put into motion. When you force yourself to look over his shoulder, you are already far up in the air, watching the ground distance itself more and more. All you can do is cling onto him in fear of falling to your death, and he breathes you in deeply before you two reach the top, his lips contorted into a smile when you finally meet his eyes again.

"Mine, all mine. My sweet little gift."

NSFW-ish below

I'd like to think he has taken one of the free towers that are more or less empty and spun a pretty web for his darling inside. Kar'niss takes care of you, rarely letting you outside (only if you convinced him over the span of days that you'd so like to take a stroll with him) because he really doesn't want anyone else to see, touch, or talk to what is his, even when he needs to go and guide souls to the tower. You will probably go as insane as he is, listening to his rambling and trying to appease him when you accidentally say something to send him into a fit of rage.

There are so many ways to punish you, too. Simply leaving you in the darkness after your almost death reverts you into a crying, sobbing mess that Kar'niss will love to soothe you, dedicating himself to cuddling and cradling you in his arms and lolling around in the web with you while he tells you he and the grace of her majesty are always with you. 

He's also just painful to be around, especially when he's so irrational, and you cannot move out of the way of his fangs, claws, and legs. Everything about him feels strange, giving you no comfort, but he can hurt you so easily it makes you paranoid. When you ask him to, or he's currently obsessing over you, his touch can be gentle, and Kar'niss has proven his soft caresses to you many times. But if a leg or his hands accidentally swipes you, you bleed. It's just how things are. 

Also, suppose you displease him by speaking against his queen or setting him off by denying him the pleasure of being with you. In that case, he'll just stop caring for you, sitting outside the tower where he keeps you, and sulks. (The Absolute is probably telling him to go back, so he's also bickering a bit with her. Kind of an impressive achievement on your side.) He listens to you and waits until you start begging and pleading for him (or anyone) to come back and help you, to not leave you there to rot like this. Yet, Kar'niss makes you suffer for a while longer to punish you while ensuring no one comes near you. 

But it does excite him when he goes back, and you cry and call to him and apologize for what you did, swearing you won't do it again. Excites him a lot. You do love him too, don't you? Of course you do... his queen would not have given you to him if that wasn't the case. You are meant for each other, after all. So he can forgive you this time.

Once he realizes you're in need of a parasite, he'll probably start connecting his disturbed mind with yours, giving you severe brain damage as you are flooded with his thoughts. But it'll finally give him the chance to show you exactly what he wants. Force you to believe in the Absolute like him by torturing you with his devotion and admiration until you break. Now, you'll finally understand your purpose as his mate, too. Accept him. Share his love for you and his majesty.

And since he has a new deity talking to him that isn't Lolth, who knows he cannot have children, Kar'niss might be convinced that he's supposed to make babies for the Absolute. He can't, technically (and maybe you can't either), but that doesn't stop him from talking about how he'll give his majesty new worshippers and how the two of you will be so worthy of her and have Absolute-babies. Kar'niss gets so excited at the idea of you being full and round from his offspring he almost drools, unable to wait any longer once the seed has been planted in his shattered mind.

So all you can do is ask him nicely to prepare you, to make sure he doesn't rip something or is gentle with those sharp claws and teeth no matter how eager he is. Just imagine how happy he'd be when you tell him that you could possibly be pregnant after all the orgasms he gave you—a lie, but you just really need him to stop. He'll be enraged if he finds out that you are not, but hey, he can always try again. And maybe someone will come to help him with his plan. Maybe Araj Oblodra could be convinced to offer a child or spider eggs to quench the Drider's baby frenzy, or the Absolute will give him a child like she gave him a darling.

Either way, until he dies, you're not getting out of this. And even then, someone would have to find you first and rescue you.

If they don't deem you too far gone already.

#Kar'niss #yandere kar'niss #yandere!kar'niss #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #yandere bg3 #yandere!bg3 #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[deargojou]

【 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 】

You pressed your hand gently against Megumi’s forehead, frowning at the intense heat radiating from his skin. His normally porcelain complexion was flushed pink across his cheeks, and his eyes were glassy and unfocused.

“Your fever still feels really high,” you murmured worriedly, brushing his dark bangs back from his face.

Megumi gave a small nod, the slightest grimace crossing his face at the movement. “I’ll be alright. Don't worry about me too much.” His voice was hoarse and lacked its usual composed strength.

You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. “Of course I’m going to worry when my boyfriend is sick. Now hush and let me take care of you.”

He opened his mouth as if to protest, but quickly shut it at the stern look you gave him. Even in his weakened state, he knew better than to argue with you when you had made up your mind.

You had only been dating Megumi for a few months, but you cherished every moment together. Beneath his stoic, aloof exterior lay a kind heart and fierce loyalty. And though he was always composed around others, you delighted in slowly coaxing him out of his shell.

While Megumi had initially been shy about intimacy, your patience and affection eventually helped him open up. You lived for the small smiles he would give you, the way his pale cheeks would flush when you complimented him. He was still easily flustered by overt shows of romance, but you found it hopelessly endearing.

Now, as you tenderly cared for your ailing boyfriend, you were reminded of just how vulnerable Megumi allowed himself to be with you. He obediently swallowed the medicine you gave him to bring down his fever, though he insisted he could feed himself the hot soup you had prepared.

You just smiled knowingly, recognizing the subtle, prideful streak in Megumi. Compromising, you allowed him to eat on his own but remained close by in case he needed assistance.

After eating what little he could manage, his energy was spent. You helped him change out of his sweat-dampened shirt into a fresh one, taking care not to look directly at his bare torso―though the tempting glimpse of smooth, toned muscle made your face grow warm.

Once he was settled back against his pillows, you placed a cool cloth across Megumi’s burning forehead. He released a small sigh of relief at the sensation.

“How are you feeling now?” you asked softly, gently sweeping his bangs off his face.

“A bit better, thanks to you,” he murmured.

Your heart fluttered at even that small, precious smile. “I’m glad. Try to rest, okay? I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

His eyes drifted closed, though you could tell he was still fighting off sleep. You began carding your fingers lightly through his hair, soothingly massaging his scalp. After several moments, his breathing grew slow and even, his body relaxing into much-needed sleep.

You gazed down at his peaceful sleeping face. Megumi worked so hard taking care of everyone else, but was reluctant to rely on others in return. It made you happy to be able to care for him while he was vulnerable, proving he could depend on you.

When he awoke a few hours later, the flush had faded from his cheeks somewhat. But upon seeing you sitting dutifully by his bedside, a new bloom of pink blossomed across his pale skin.

“You’re still here,” he murmured, sounding quietly surprised.

You gave him a soft smile. “Of course. I want to make sure you recover properly.”

You reached out to feel his forehead again. “Mmm, still a bit warm. Are you feeling any better though?”

“Yes, much better thanks to your diligent care,” he said again.

You grinned. “Well, aren’t you quite the flatterer when you’re sick and defenseless.”

His blush deepened at your playful ribbing. Even now, after months of dating, he was easily flustered by your affectionate attention.

“Here, you should eat a little more,” you said gently, handing him a bowl of rice porridge. “This will be easy on your stomach.”

Megumi accepted the bowl with quiet ‘thanks’ before picking up the spoon to feed himself again. After a few bites, however, his arm drifted down weakly to rest.

Wordlessly, you retrieved the spoon from his slender fingers. Scooping up a small amount of porridge, you brought it to his lips.

His eyes widened slightly, “I… I can manage,” he protested half-heartedly.

“Shh, just let me help,” you insisted with a smile. “What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t spoon-feed my sick darling?”

At the open display of affection, Megumi looked utterly flabbergasted. But he obediently parted his lips, allowing you to feed him the porridge.

You weren’t sure if the renewed flush to his cheeks was from embarrassment or his lingering fever―likely both. But you relished being able to care for him so tenderly.

Once he had eaten his fill, you helped settle him back against the pillows once more. As you gazed down at him, you couldn’t resist reaching out to caress his cheek.

“You’re going to spoil me rotten if you keep this up,” he murmured, though he nuzzled ever so slightly into your touch.

You smiled, heart brimming with love for this boy who tried so hard to hide his softer side from the world. “Good,” you whispered. “You deserve to be spoiled sometimes.”

His gaze softened, his hand coming up to cover yours against his cheek. The simple intimacy of the moment made your breath catch.

“Get some more rest,” you eventually managed, reluctantly pulling your hand back. Already you missed the warmth of his skin.

Megumi’s eyes drifted closed again, his body relaxing into the mattress. As you watched over his sleeping form, you hoped he knew just how much you cherished him.

#ღೋ𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊. #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x you #fushiguro megumi x y/n #megumi #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #jjk fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen fushiguro #jjk fushiguro megumi #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #megumi scenario #megumi imagine #megumi fanfiction #megumi fic #fushiguro megumi x female reader

[mrswint3rs]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐬

pairings- bela dimitrescu x fem! reader

content / warnings: vampire stuff is based off of the show true blood so !! reader gets high off of vamp blood, loss of blood, imprisonment, loss of consciousness, predator vs. prey, use of pet names, finger sucking, vaginal fingering (r! receiving), biting, praise and degradation (sorry the smut part was short).

a/n- ik this isn’t my best but. i hope you can see the vision was once there 😓🤞🏻my writing motivation is just non existent 90% of the time now..

wc- 1.2k

It’s dark, but you wouldn’t be able to see two feet in front of you even if it wasn’t. It’s cold, only getting colder. The fog of your weakening breaths is your only sign of still being alive.

Just a little further, you think. But you don’t even know where you are.

Snow crunches beneath the weight of your shoes as you limp your way along. You can’t even feel the pain from the gash in your leg anymore. The wind is strong, makes it even harder to keep going. Stings. yet numbs every bit of your exposed skin. You’re almost grateful for that.

A little further, and something finally aligns with your field of view. Something impossible to miss. A castle of sorts. An eerie one, but your only chance at survival.

Your hands, stiff and practically frozen work at the large door of the place. Barely enough strength left in you to get it open, but eventually it does. And you’re not so sure it was all your doing. Nevertheless, you’re inside.

It’s spacious. Overwhelmingly so, but finally a bit of warmth sets in.

Every part of you is on edge. Nothing to stop your bleeding. Nobody seemed to be around to help. No voice for you to even call for help. It was just silent.

Your body sinks down onto the solid ground, unable to maintain its stance. This is the end, you think. At least your last moments were spent in such a beautiful place and not out in the harsh of winter. Your eyes flutter to a close, and your mind shuts off. Total and utter darkness. No light at the end of the tunnel like you see in the movies. Just an empty void.

Always, you’d been curious about what the afterlife would bring. Definitely never expected it to feel like this.

Even now, you’re being drained for all your worth. Like the wax of a candle left to burn into a pool at the bottom of tempered glass. Or rather, a victim to a parasitic leech.

Quite literally.

Your eyes open, teeth gritting as the true pain sets in. A pair of teeth are drilled deep into the meat of your thigh, lips pressed to the opening. You don’t have the strength to pull away or do anything to stop it.

Yellow eyes settle onto your half-lidded ones and a sinister grin graces the being's face. “Finally awake?” she separates from your wound with an open mouth, a mess trickling down her chin. “Oh, you poor thing. Don’t worry, I won’t let you die just yet.”

Instead of continuing to feed off of you like you expected her to, she bites into her own wrist, holding it out to you as if making you an offer. “Open,” she urges. You grimace, turning your head in the opposite direction. In no way was someone else’s blood tempting to you. But she forces you. Grips your jaw and pries your mouth open as much as you allow. “Drink up, little one. I plan to make use of you.”

A bitter, coppery taste pools onto your tongue. You’ve no choice but to swallow. You can tell you’re close to death again. So much lost blood. You have a chance maybe.. just drinking a little would put you back on your feet. Your body was shaking, and your stomach was empty, in desperate need of something. Anything. So you take what you’re given, and the urge to keep taking only grows as you drink. You can’t control it. Can’t stop yourself.

It felt as if a thousand wounds were healing at once. Like a surge of energy flowing through you and you could feel life returning to your veins once more. You felt more alive than you ever had.

In a sudden move, the hand was ripped away. She looked at you, amused at your look of urgency. “Good,” she laughs. “You’ll make a fine pet.”

Her words run through you, igniting a fire. In that moment, she seemed like a goddess. A beautiful, sinister goddess. And she saved you. Something was off. You’d been mentally out of it since you arrived, but not in this way. An unexplainable serotonin boost. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, and you’re openly aware of everything. The feel of the cold concrete floor. The sound of your mixed breathing. But more than anything, her scent. You find yourself feeling more and more drawn to her. The scent, the sweet tang was making you feel weak to the knees.

“You’ve gone and made a mess,” she draws you in closer, eyes scanning over your dazed expression. “Can’t have that now, can we?”

You shake your head in response to her rhetorical question, like a mind controlled dummy. You lean in, lips parted with no words coming out. There was no way for you to express yourself. You were too far gone. Completely taken by her. Whoever and whatever she was. You didn’t care.

Her thumb swipes your lower lip, collecting the sweet crimson along before popping it back into your mouth. Needily, you suck. “Good girl,” she coos, a pleased grin etched on her face. “Let’s clean you up.”

She removes her finger, using her mouth instead. He lips meet yours, in less of a kiss. More like she’s devouring your face. Her tongue glides along the mess of blood, sure to take care of all of it before pulling away. Just the simple contact turned you into a panting mess. One she can’t ignore.

“Spread for me,” she orders. You move your thighs apart without question.

“Such an obedient little pet. I’m going to take good care of you.” her hand cups your crotch, and she maintains eye contact, almost daring you to try and move away. You weren’t going anywhere. Didn’t even want to. “Aw… just look at you. So wet and needy for your captor. Just a deprived little girl, aren’t you? No coincidence you found your way to me.”

Hands pull your remaining clothes out of the way, discarding them in the corner of your cell. She wastes no time, dipping her fingers into your tight opening and drawing a whine from you.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” she giggles, curving into your walls and sliding over your sweet spot repeatedly. “Cry for me.”

Faster, they pummel into you. Your eyes flutter open and shut, eager to see her but it’s difficult to keep them from closing. You’re not sure if it’s her or the effects of her blood, but you’re close to something you’ve never reached before.

“C-cumming,” you whimper, breaths short and harsh. “m’ cumming.”

In response, she adds in her other hand, palming your clit in rapid strokes. “Good, pet. Cum for me. Just from my fingers alone.”

Your back arches slightly, brows knitting together as you reach your breaking point. You can’t stop your legs from shaking. Nor can you stop the desperate moans pouring out from you.

“Such a good girl,” she praises, letting her fingers slip out of your cunt and back into your mouth. “Lick them clean now.”

And you do. You obey her every word like a dog trying to appease its master. Your life was now in her hands after all.

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu smut #resident evil #resident evil x reader smut #resident evil smut #re8 bela dimitrescu #re8 village #resident evil village

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  lyric  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  various  hozier  songs.  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve walked the earth and there are so few here that know how dark the night and just how cold the wind can blow. ❜

❛ i’ve no more kept my warmth than blood upon the snow. ❜

❛ it’s not my arms that will fail me, but this world takes more strength than it gave me. ❜

❛ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ❜

❛ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜

❛ i’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ good god, let me give you my life. ❜

❛ so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. ❜

❛ every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside. ❜

❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜

❛ would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜

❛ honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ i fall in love just a little, a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ❜

❛ you don’t know what hell you put me through. ❜

❛ there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ i have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ i’d be home with you. ❜

❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her. ❜

❛ what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? ❜

❛ i will not ask where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

❛ just put your sweet lips on my lips. we should just kiss like real people do. ❜

❛ i know who i am when i’m alone. i’m something else when i see you. ❜

❛ you don’t understand, you should never know, how easy you are to need. ❜

❛ don’t let me in with no intention to keep me. ❜

❛ don’t feed me — i will come back. ❜

❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜

❛ still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs. ❜

❛ i need you to run to me, run until you feel your lungs bleeding. ❜

❛ when i was a child, i heard voices... some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ i learned the voices died with me. ❜

❛ don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep ‘em on a leash. ❜

❛ you’ve done me wrong for a long time. but after all you’ve done, i never changed my mind. ❜

❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

❛ nothing fucks with my baby. ❜

❛ if i was born as a black thorn tree, i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies. ❜

❛ ain’t it warming you, the world going up in flames? ❜

❛ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now.❜

❛ i’m almost me again, she’s almost you. ❜

❛ i’ve had no love like your love. from nobody. ❜

❛ make your good love known to me, or just tell me about your day. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ that’s the kinda love i’ve been dreaming of. ❜

❛ i fell in love with the fire long ago. ❜

❛ with each love i cut loose, i was never the same. ❜

❛ i had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you. ❜

❛ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight. ❜

❛ i have never loved a darker blue than the darkness i have known in you. ❜

#hozier #sentence starters #lyric sentence starters #roleplay memes #ask memes #inbox memes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #rp memes #lyrics

[itjazzbicch]

Deeper Desires

Pairing: Husband!Bi Han x Wife!Fem Reader

Summary: Finding the deep desire to become a mother, the reader isn't exactly sure how Bi Han would feel, finding the courage to ask and learning that he has deeper desires too...

Requested By: @belle-oftheball34 (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Bit of foreplay, breeding, mating press, creampie

Word Count: 0.6k

"Mommy!"

I wasn't a mother, but the desire to be one was intense as I traveled through a village after going to one of my favorite stores.

The child and their mother looked so happy, running into their mother's arms and smiling. Their bond warmed my heart.

Heading back home, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Imagine Bi Han and I being parents and having a beautiful child. The thought alone made me so happy. Going about my day lost in thought, it must've been obvious how spaced out I was.

"Are you okay, dear?"

It was already time for bed, and I was grateful Bi Han was home to sleep with me, joining me in bed as I nodded:

"I'm okay. Just thinking is all."

"Thinking about what?"

I was so nervous to ask the question I had in mind, but he was the one person I could always be honest with, fidgeting with my hand as I asked shyly:

"How do you feel about starting a family?"

"You want to become parents?"

He was only trying to see if I was serious, which I was, my voice dying to a whisper:

"I would love that, Bi Han."

Meeting his gaze, I could feel the tension rising, not sure what kind of tension till he pulled me by the hip, bringing me closer and kissing:

"Help me then, hm?"

"Gladly," Gasping between kisses, joy and pleasure filled my heart, surely loving the process of making a child, almost rushing to take off my clothes.

"Someone's eager," He chuckled, dipping his hand between us to feel how I was dripping, teasing me, and whispering in my ear, "You know it's very important to carry my heir."

"I know," I moaned, looking into his eyes, "It would be an honor. I swear to be the best mother."

"You will be," Sitting up tall and broad, his hands ran across my stomach, imagining me with a pregnant stomach, clenching around my hips as he pushed his tip into me, twitching at the friction of my walls swallowing him in.

"Hmmm," That feeling would never get old to me; already moaning out at the inches, he began to feed me, "Make me a mother, Bi Han."

Snatching my legs, he put me in a tight press, twitching again at my words, keeping my moans constant and vocal as he pounded harder and harder in every thrust, driving me to an orgasm quicker than ever before.

"Bi Han!" Gripping at the sheets, my senses heightened, his thighs and balls wet as they slapped against my skin, god-like strength in his arms as he held my wrists so I wouldn't budge or squirm even an inch, completely breathless as I gasped out, "Oh! Oh-hh! Ooo!"

I'd never seen such an expression on his face, so determined, grunting with stutters in his hips, ramming the air out of me as he folded me further, lips smacking into mine.

"You're going to take all of me and give me a child-ngh'"

"Please," I murmured, the pleasure was flooding my mind to the brim, kissing back, "Give me all of you, Bi Han."

"Ngh-"Sitting up and flipping his hair back, my vision blurred from the new sensation, so warm, every particle of my being washed over with goosebumps and tingles, seeing how he tensed up, groaning as his cock throbbed hard against my pulsating walls, hammered deep in my womb and spilling every ounce of his seed, thrusting slowly till his body couldn't give anymore.

"Gods," Breathing in deep, I took his hands, this moment being one I'd never forget, still whimpering as he pulled back slowly, pushing back in deep to keep me full, stuffed for that matter, as I felt his seed leaking some.

"Do you wish to give me more than one someday?" In his eyes, it was clear how much he wanted to be a father, and he enjoyed our first experience.

It made me smile, squeezing his hands as I kissed, "As many as you want, my dear husband."

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome

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[mushroomnoodles]

the lovers/vampire au hcdump part 2, with a focus on petrigrof (characters drawn in my style)

once again putting under a read more; these are notes ive put down while riding home from work on the bus. here's pt 1 btw.

On the subject of THE HANGED MAN

something simon thinks about often is the sheer stagnance of vampirekind. vampires are a species that stay the same forever- they don't evolve or change; hell, the vampire kingdom is old school, even to simon.

simon is physically weaker than an average vampire- he suspects this is due to the radiation poisoning he suffered from before being turned. it takes him longer to heal and he doesn't have possess vampire strength the others of his kind have.

simon doesnt really mind this- he merely observes this fact. his body stayed the same way it was the morning betty bit him; the same way it was after her bite mutated and changed his body for the last time. plus, simon is a man of habit.

a thousand years of life with betty has made simon more open with her; they talk, like, about how they feel, how their relationship feels.

simon has grown quite philosophical and his field of study has expanded. being undead gives him this subconscious duty to put his eternal life to good use: the library. an ode to scholars and thinkers, adventurers and collectors. an ode to the humanity he left behind.

he always says sorry to the few humans he's ever directly fed from.

simon has only fallen to blood frenzy once.

simon's library is quite frankly, huge. you can't reach the books on half the shelves without flight or telekinesis.

current research focus is on procuring the ice crown. (he would be immune to its effects as a vampire)

simon refuses assistants and servants because they make him feel weird, despite the fact THE LOVERS could absolutely have them in their chambers.

simon loves his side job as a professor btw. he always gets so cheery and dorky when it's that time of the year for him to get his students.. and he loves history!! he definitely goes on old man rants about "his day" every now and then

being pregnant with morrigan made him wonder if perhaps there WAS a cure for vampirism after all. he'd entertained the thought every now and then despite the fact that everything he looked into claimed it couldn't happen. but if his body could still remember how to function like a human's, then it didn't seem so impossible to him.

On the subject of THE WORLD

a great strategist- but she misses traveling the world, researching and hunting for ancient artifacts with simon. this is not her dream.

cooking food was a love language and hobby for her. sux when you and your hubby can't eat food.

loves making morrigan snacks (they're a living vampire and can eat food!)

betty's whole thing is.. improvise. adapt. overcome. she keeps working hard so she can keep winning hard.

her fangs are VERY long. they always jut out of her mouth despite her best efforts, and she has to hide her mouth when incognito.

that makes it kinda hard to kiss simon but she's had a thousand years of practice!

due to the length of her fangs, her feeding bites are always fatal.

she is considered very beautiful. simon agrees

spends a lot of time out and about. she is also the vampire king's current advisor, so she spends a lot of time by his side. it's probably a good thing, and a better thing he trusts her. but she worries. she isn't as ruthless with the subject of conquest as others would like. sure, vampires are powerful, but taking over everything.. would upset the balance of life. they'd exhaust their resources.

she can be pretty scary. betty has learned to project an intimidating persona to keep up her role as battle strategist and advisor. it helps keep others off her back, too.

betty is in part so successful because she is constantly improving upon herself and adapting, she challenges vampirekind to change. it's just so hard for them to do.

betty adapts well to new settings. she finds it.. reasonably easy to settle into new situations, especially when human spying is involved. she just needs a feel for her surroundings.

betty can be ruthless, sure, especially when simon is involved in the danger. but she remembers her roots. she would never cause harm to a human that was not a threat.

she partially trained marceline to fight before the vampire king took over her training.

she's stressed. simon is her escape. she always gets to their chambers, throws her expensive and intricate robes off.. and embraces simon.

dramatically lounges and climbs all over simon in her sleep. subconsciously heat seeking.

worries that if things come to it and they leave the kingdom, simon will be unhappy. he seems to really like it here.

sleeps naked 80% of the time

#vampbetty #vampsimon #vamparents #hc moment #my style <3 #when u want to be the lovers but ur too GOd Damn Busy

[doodle-pops]

Dusk Till Dawn

Turgon x reader

Kinktober 2023: Squirting

A/N: My first time writing a single piece for Turgon and I enjoyed every second of it :)

Warnings: fem!reader, squirting, a slight overstimulation, Turgon being a tease and letting loose, dom!Turgon, a bit of power play, marathon sex

Words: 3.3k

Synopsis: Your King learns of your unique ability and makes use of it to pleasure himself all night.

List of Requests

“What’s the matter? Tired already?” His voice sounded mocking, and the uncommon nature of the King, as he stood at the end of the bed with an unphased and energetic expression.

How had you been going at it? Minutes that turned into hours that stretched into an eternity. You’d been tossed about the bed into complex positions to suit your King’s insatiable pleasure, a desire he kept sedated and suppressed out of fear and disgust. Now, he towered like an eternal being, body fit and filled with vigour for days to satisfy his hunger. The wickedly sinful lopsided smirk he gazed upon you with as his right hand roamed his body, slipping lower to grip his erect cock, stirred your rearranged insides. You could feel the tingling sensation building; your legs reacted, shutting themselves. His eyes didn’t miss the gesture, knowing it was the result of his undeniable wicked charm.

Panting the more you gazed upon his body, ripples of muscles just waiting to crush you under its weight, flexed and shifted for you to admire. Your eyes roamed from his pensive stare to his pectorals to his abdomen, all the way past his cock to his thighs. Those were the same muscles you adored whenever he trained in the early morning, now mocking you in delight of wanting more. It felt great to be pressed into the mattress by the giant stoic King; had you known there was the possibility he contained a loose bone, matters would have been enacted earlier instead of the tumultuous situation.

“My King…forgive me, but I was merely astonished by your raw power and strength. I require a moment to breathe,” you laboured, chest rapidly embarking on a journey to recover your momentum.

Instead of feeling sympathy on behalf of your problem, Turgon breathlessly grinned and hung his head to snicker. He warned you that this could possibly end wrong given his current disposition of not being enticed in years, and you informed him of your manageable abilities. Yet here you were, begging for resuscitation. Taking a step closer, knee touching the bedframe, his hand reached out to grip your thighs and pull you down. His body easily coveted your tiny figure with the devilish gleam in his eyes; who was this person? “Your expressions humour me milady. You would never expect a reserved person like me to have a display and appetite like this.”

Closing the gap by pressing his body against yours, his hands reached for you and intertwined them above your head. Without hesitation, his lips crashed against yours for another mouthful of air, swarming butterflies in your core. Your whines and moans were devoured effortlessly by his tongue the deeper he pressed on while your arousal slowly flowed out your cunt, adding to the stains already left on his cock. The friction from his erection rubbing against your fold accompanied by the waltz of your tongues left you shivering and covered in goosebumps. Each swirl of his tongue in your cavern left you panting and grinding into him aggressively.

Your legs, despite their soreness, wrapped around his slender waist and hooked their ankles to lock him in place. What an unorthodox contradiction you were exhibiting—it showed how much you craved him despite your mind pushing against the lethargy. Your body was your greatest traitor, and it did not please your mind knowing that Turgon manipulated its desires into feeding his salacious prowess appetite. His laughter echoed through the kiss and settled in the depths of your mind, melting the very fibre of your dignity and casting an enchantment. His sorcery was unmatched the more his tongue wrapped around yours and pulled sighs and indescribable moans out of your throat.

The yearning sensation grew when his grip around your wrist tightened and pressed greatly into the mattress. Now you understood what a warrior's grip felt like and meant. The deadliness and precision of his hands as they held you secure and firmly left you enjoying the pleasures of his hands. He was eating your lips and his body moved in great seduction. Grinding and gyrating against you in a mating ritual dance to hypnotize your body, soul and mind; to give your all and allow him to have his way.

Growing breathless as your kiss escalated, he broke it to stare with hazy turquoise eyes and reddened lips. “You told me you wanted this from the very start; can you handle the rest?” he whispered sincerely as he bit his lip.

Finding it impossible to reply as his hips slowly ground his cock through your folds, you choked on air, basking in the pulsation that developed from the motion. The little heartbeat in your cunt produced an alluring rhythm, preventing his erection from slowing its pacing, urging it to continue. Turgon was conscious of his actions, he bathed in your pheromones and body’s desire to satisfy the depraved beast. It was years since he had the bliss of indulging in pleasure in the highest form, and when you offered yourself to him so sweetly like a sacrifice, how could he refuse.

Releasing his left hand from your wrist, his fingers ghosted over your sweaty skin—dancing and adding to the sensations—to grip his cock and align it with your entrance. No time was wasted after seeing your response; Turgon slipped in to relish in the temporary absence of your warmth. His body crumbled momentarily, dropping more weight and immobilising you completely. The shudders of his pleasure rippled violently throughout his body, heightening all your senses and pushing you to the edge.

The very weight of his cock resettled within your heat, surrounded by the warmth and softness of your gummy walls pulsating and massaging his cock had his hips gyrating against yours. It had only been six minutes since he had returned to your heavenly temple, and it felt like a lifetime; your walls contracted to adjust to the sheer thickness he was endowed and Turgon swore to the heavens that it felt like the first entry. “It doesn’t matter how many times I have you tonight; you’ll always squeeze me so tightly,” his voice was raspy and stuffy as he struggled to focus.

The weight of him once more filled you to the brim; you should know that a King as regal and elegant as him would no doubt carry proportions to display his sophistication. Where he lacked in grith, he fulfilled in length and weight, and that one single vein that ran alongside his length. A hollow groan escaped his throat as your warmth enveloped him like a cocoon, swaddling him in a blanket.

Look up, your vision was blurred by the dark locks of his head buried in the crook of your neck. The warmth of his breath as he panted and slowly made the first move to pull out, produced ripples of goosebumps across your body. Your free hand shot out to dig its nails into his back while your body arched into his. The delicious friction of your nipples gliding across his sweaty chest, and the grip his hands fought to hold on your thigh sent shivers down your spine. Turgon had no time to build any momentum and went straight for his target, to get you incapacitated before the night was over.

Straightening his posture and rising from your body, you had a curt moment to breathe before your body was being manhandled and dragged further down the bed to meet the edge. Tossing your legs haphazardly over his shoulder, one hand rested on your thigh while the other released your hand and rubbed at your clit effortlessly. The slick sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other reverberated off the walls of his royal chamber alongside his grunts and groans. You watched as he majestically stretched his neck backwards to present his elongated, swan-like throat to moan. The way his dark strands fell over his shoulders and cascaded down his back was meticulously thought out; he knew what he was doing with every action of his, and it was astonishing to see him so relaxed.

Struggling to keep up and fighting to swallow the whiny moaned as his hips continued to drive his cock deeper, your hands came down to grip his wrist for stability. You could feel the pressure easily building as his thrusts grew with expertise and sin. Toes curling and eyes rolling, Turgon had you in an ensnared and eating out of the palms of his hands. The way his thumb would thoroughly rub circles on your clit, meeting the rolls of his hips that caused his tip to forever brush against your sweet spot; you were close to paradise.

“I can feel something coming love. Are you giving it to me like you promised?” he asked, lips running across your chest before latching to your left nipple.

Nodding and whining some incomprehensible response because the pressure was building at insurmountable heights, your grips around his wrists tightened synchronically with your walls. The loud hiss escaping his lips as he felt your gummy walls clamping down on his cock forced his hips to stutter before regaining their momentum. He laughed into your skin and continued to suckle your breast, switching from left to right.

“T–Turukáno… Please, My King—oh Eru!” you wailed into the air, eyes shut and body convulsing as the pressure snapped. You released; you came.

Sensing the insurmountable build-up of pressure pushing against his cock and movements, he slowed his thrusts and was met with the surprise of a lifetime. Caught in between watching you spasm and enjoying the liquid expelling from your cunt, Turgon pulled away from your breast to cast sparkled turquoise eyes at your orgasm. He didn’t stop, only slowing down to ease your sensitivity and observed the volume being expelled, a dazzling smile struck him. With a bite to his bottom lip followed by a lick, his thumb returned to your clit without hesitation and regained a languorous rhythm.

Turning his thrusts at snail’s pace at first, he arched over your body and hovered his lips above yours. “My, my, my. Is this why you didn’t want to continue in the first place darling?” his whisper was enchanting, prompting you to peek at him through slithered lids. Your chest heaved laboriously as you fought to catch your breath and maintain a focused gaze on him. The urge to roll your eyes again was beckoning from his torturous actions was dire.

Not a soul would suspect their King having qualities to classify him as villainous, but physical intimacies always brought out another side to people. As timid and skittish as he appeared, the key factor was the blood of Finwe coursing through his veins. The hunger and passion to perform like his life was dependent on it was crucial. “N–Not at all my King, never!” Your voice was faint and softer with a soreness lingering; courtesy of all the screaming he had you performing earlier.

“Really? Then you will oblige should I desire another, and another, and more…” He brushed yours before he took your bottom lips into his mouth and nibbled on it. The serenity of the lustful aura he released had a chokehold placed on your fuzzy brain; you couldn’t tell up from down, left from right. If your King said to be his mistress, wife or anything else, you’d happily oblige without insurgency.

Small trickles of your release flowed out and soaked his entire length as its pace picked up. Your legs dangled over his shoulder and your body perfectly pressed you into the mattress. All the rings of cream you left on him earlier disappeared as he was cleansed by the essences you withheld. As his pace doubled and tripled, the obscene slapping of sweaty and wet skin against each other reverberated throughout the room. Loud gasps and small chuckles as his hand slipped while gripping the back of your thigh followed. You were folded in half while your feeble attempts at gripping his thighs to slow him down were futile. A roll of his hips and your moans were stuck in your throat.

“Fighting me now, hmm? Ngh…don’t want to serve your King and give me what I desire?” he tantalisingly whispered now that his lips were ghosting the shell of your ear. “You promised to satisfy me all night; why are you running?”

Trembling in his hold as he pounded into you, the force creating creaks in the bedframe, you struggled to shake your head at him as tears pooled and cascaded down your cheeks. The shakiness in your breathing as your body moved up and down the bed from his powerful thrusts, knocked all the wind out of your lungs. He was rattling your skeleton and you could feel it jiggling inside.

As the temperature of the room rose, so did the heat in your breaths and bodies. He felt uncomfortably hot as his skin was stuck to yours; sweat dripping down his muscles and rolling over the curves as his body clung to yours. Chest to chest, his was rubbing against your nipples creating a luscious friction that synchronically fell into a rhythm with his thumb drawing circles on your clit. If your head wasn’t spinning then, it most certainly was now. “Oh Eru…hmm, fuck! So good, so good, fuck!” you screeched into the heated air, nails digging into his thick, muscular thighs as his cock drove deeper hitting your sweet spot.

You couldn’t begin to compare how artfully magnificent his thrusts were. With each sinful roll of his hips, you felt like a story was being told; one of lust and desire, another one of loneliness and a yearning for companionship and one of unfulfilled desires treated shamefully. You knew of his loneliness after the passing of his wife, all his frustration pent up without an escape. He was a like bubbling pot with a sealed lid, waiting to explode. It was safe to say, you considered yourself lucky to catch his eyes to relieve his sexual tendencies and he was living up to all your fantasies and more. The King of your city had you sprawled out on his bed with your legs dangling over his shoulder while plunging his cock into your cunt for his satisfaction. You were a gift in his eyes, and he would choose no other to be with at that moment.

Shutting your eyes to relish at the moment properly, a yelp slipped out when he pressed more of his weight onto you, leaving you immobilised, thoroughly. Dropping your hands from his thighs, they reached for the bedsheets, not caring if you tore them apart as he battered your insides. His vigorous thrusting left your ass reddened from the weighted impact with every collision. In addition, his heavenly grunts and moans in your ear were a melody crafted by the Gods, it made your essence trickle from your cunt. “Your cunt sounds so sweet, music to my ears,” he cooed, “but I want to hear it squirting for me. Can you give me another release love? I know you can.”

Whining to look up at his face as he pulled back to hover, you could barely get a syllable out. A hand left your thigh and slithered up your torso, stopping to grope your breast and tweak your nipples before arriving at your face. He wasted no time cupping your chin and forcing you to look at his turquoise eyes. “Is my Lady going to cum for her King? Are you going to give it to me…” His eyes bore holes into yours, and his sinister smirk wasn’t helping as your walls began contracting and the pulsation grew in tempo.

You could feel your heart beating in the core of your cunt, right where his tip met your sweet spot. All the butterflies that swarmed your stomach left and travelled to your cunt to meet your heartbeat and increased the sensations. The widening of your eyes as your breathing shortened and released in small intervals had your muscles clenching around his cock tighter. The choked sob and stutter in his hips were no escape to cease performing, for he tunnelled through your gummy walls and left them battered. His goal: rearrange your insides and get you to squirt now that he knew it was possible.

“Tu–Tur–…fuck! I can feel it, it’s there…ngghh!” you wailed. Your nails had tightened their grip on the luxurious fabric and tugged with aggression as the pressure built with nowhere left to run.

“That’s it, good girl, just like that,’ he praised as the motion of his thumb steadied and he felt a force opposing the thrusting of his cock. For now, it was pleasant if he had not cum and painted your walls in his release, he was taken caught up in the bliss of knowing that he could pull such a reaction out of you. It went to show that he still had his abilities after all those lonely years without practice. Now all that meant was for him to continue his ministrations to regain his prowess.

Without a second to lose, Turgon wanted to savour the moment you squirted everything on him and drew closer to capture your lips. Eating your lips and moans, he breathed into your mouth at the insurmountable pressure that collided with his cock and sprayed all over his lower abdomen and thighs. You could feel your body shuddering as the dams broke and expelled everything you had all over him. The moans of satisfaction that vibrated in his chest through the kiss alerted you of his contentment. Shivering violently in his arms, your hands slipped in between and pushed against his stomach to cease his thrusting; he was still going without any remorse for your sensitivity. “Turukáno, ease…ease up on me, please. Sensitive,” you cried out.

Reluctantly he slowed his thrusting until they came to a stop, he eased out with an obscene squelch and stood climbed off the stand at the edge. Curling up as your legs flopped off his shoulders, your body convulsed and shook as though you’d been electrocuted.

The chuckle that followed when he gazed at your fucked out state, lips swollen and red, eyes hazy and teary, loopy smile, tear-stained cheeks, hair tangled and a sweaty body, he mentally gave himself a pat on his back. You observed the way he licked his lips as his eyes roamed your body while grinning and shutting your eyes with a dazed smile. The image of him stoking his cock as though he wasn’t tired was painted vividly in your imagination. Enough to tell you that your night wasn’t over.

“Tired?” his voice rang with concern, eyes cautious gauging your reaction and body for injury.

Squinting through your right eye, you noticed his arched brows, meditatively waiting for your reply. “Well, what you suspect Your Majesty? You’re the one who laid the damages.”

Chortling, he placed a knee beside your limped body and beamed, “You look like you could do with another round to remedy your fatigue. I’m still becharmed by your little trick for I desire to see more.”    

Flashing a look of scepticism at him, both eyes were opened staring at him with livid horror. “Your Majesty—Turukáno, you can’t be joking?!”

“I’m not. You commanded that you would be the source of my pleasure tonight, and to that I oblige,” he charmed with a magical grin as his body slid over yours like a snake. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me, I wish to note if my fingers can do the same.”

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[ctitan98official]

@alexander-23 : I have another request! Larissa x gender neutral or female reader. Reader is nauseous and feels sick and tired. They are really weak and burning up and Larissa finds them in a very fragile headspace or something. Larissa takes care of them, comforting them and making sure they feel well cared for and protected. I really can’t wait to read more of you Larissa Weems fics! I’m so excited!

Great prompt! Super excited to be writing for her now! I only write gender-neutral reader, so I hope you enjoy this, my friend. Let’s get into it!

TW/CW: Mentions of throwing up

You wake up to the sensation of intense heat engulfing your body, making you feel weak and exhausted. The first thing you realize is that Larissa is not next to you. That just makes you feel worse. She comforts you like no one else can.

As you sit up, the room suddenly spins around you and a wave of nausea crashes over you, threatening to pull you under. Each breath feels like a chore and your head is pounding with an unrelenting ache. As you struggle to stay upright, you realize you’re going to be sick.

With great effort, you manage to swing your legs over the edge of the bed and rise to your feet. You try to rush to the toilet, but every step feels like walking through quicksand.

You somehow make it to the bathroom in time and throw up. You heave violently, but your stomach is so empty that you end up only vomiting bile.

You are so weak that you end up passing out on the bathroom floor. Your body is burning up and you shiver unconsciously.

After a while, Larissa notices that you are not up yet which is unusual. She closes her laptop and leaves her office to go and check on you… Only to find you splayed out on the floor. “Y/N!” She cries out. She gently moves your body so that you are sitting up and her actions rouse you from your haze.

“Larissa?” You ask, confused and delirious.

Larissa has tears in her eyes as she takes in how sick you are. She has never seen you like this. You are usually so full of life and mischievous energy. It kills her to see her precious one so ill. “Hi, my love. You’re alright. I’m going to take care of you, okay?” She reassures and runs her fingers through your sweaty hair.

You’re barely lucid, but you nod at her words.

She carefully guides you back to bed and you lie back as Larissa tends to you, her eyes filled with concern. She puts a cool cloth to your forehead, providing instant relief from the relentless heat. Her soft hands cradle yours, offering comfort and reassurance. She knows you’re in a fragile state.

Just her being with you makes you feel a little better, as if her love has the power to heal.

Larissa speaks softly, her voice a soothing melody that lulls your troubled mind. She tells you that everything will be okay, that she’s right there with you.

Her words are like a balm to your weary soul, offering a sense of security. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to surrender to her care, knowing that she will watch over you.

Hours pass in a haze, but Larissa remains by your side, cradling your head to her chest and giving it occasional kisses. She brings you water, ensuring you stay hydrated, and makes you some soup, something your weakened body can handle. She feeds you herself, happy that she is able to get a bit of food in you. Her touch is gentle yet firm, as if she knows exactly what you need in each moment.

Larissa has always been excellent at taking care of others. It’s a deep part of who she is. She becomes your anchor, your guiding light through the storm. With each passing moment, you feel a glimmer of strength returning to your weary body, fueled by the love she has for you.

As the day fades into night, Larissa tucks you into bed. She whispers sweet words of encouragement, promising to stay by your side until you feel better. You drift off to sleep, your dreams filled only of Larissa.

Maybe being sick doesn’t have to be so bad. As long as you have Larissa, you’re content.

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[tavyliasin]

Hello can I request Haarlep and Raphael turns on? Off? ( separately please no threesome pls)❤️

Ohh interesting, alright let's give this a try~

Raphael's Turn Ons

Physical touch is at the top, he actually strikes me as being largely asexual in terms of physical attraction and to some extent libido. He's not actively seeking sex. He uses seduction to lure people in to a contract, then has Haarlep sleep with clients using "his body" to fulfil that part of the deal. So if you want to get something to happen, sight alone isn't going to be arousing. There has to be touch. Also, aces and kink are a common combination too, darlings, and I am proof of that myself~ Next on the list, look I know he gives off a Big Dom Vibe, but like many classic subs he enjoys letting go of external power. Not to just anyone, of course, but he spends most of his time in charge of everything, all that responsibility, all those difficult plans, every bit of work he puts in to his grand scheme...letting someone else take over his pleasure is very enjoyable. He doesn't have to plan, think, or worry, simply give himself over to the lust and desire that sex can bring. That's not to say he cannot or will not switch, he is very capable of it and sometimes enjoys being a Dom to the right person too, but what gets him going is the right Dom to take him down. Bonus round on this point? Tail pulling and horn grabbing. Use his own body against him, he will fold. Which brings me actually to my biggest point. He isn't aroused by a quiet and timid partner. No, he needs someone to match his wits, to give as good as they get, to make it a challenge - and you can be assured he will certainly make it challenging, too. That push and pull, the give and take, that is what makes him want it, not being offered an easy deal. Consider if Tav tries to take his first offer in the game - he's disappointed. He wants people to turn to him when they have exhausted every last hope (oh the irony of the word, loves, it vexes him), he wants a partner to be begging on their knees desperate for the release only he can give them, or to be brought to that himself~

Raphael's Turn Offs

On the flipside of the last point, anything that is too easy. No challenge? No point, darling, why would he waste his time on something that offers him no stimulation. Actual dirt and poor hygiene. Have you seen the size of his bath in his room? Not a hair is ever out of place for him. No, a partner can only be in a mess when he has made them that way. Expectation. Somebody assuming they will get what they want from him is boring, or potentially if they expect him to just be submissive to him at the first sign of Dominance then that's frankly insulting to his pride. He won't have that. He will submit when he has been bent and broken to it, there must be at least some fight and the Dom must win to get their prize. He does not mind losing to the right partner.

Haarlep's Turn Ons

Now, this one might seem easy to say "everything", but far from it. Haarlep likes someone who will obey, who will follow their commands, but never fully succumbs to their powers. They find the fire in someone's eyes as they hopelessly try to resist the incubus's allure to be most delicious. Which is the point - as an incubus, the feed on sexual energy and pleasure. They absolutely must not be bored by a partner, that's like serving a food critic a slice of stale bread and expecting them to eat it. They need that excitement. They are particularly fond of anyone who manages to surprise them. Whether this is with strength of will, general bravery, or perhaps even someone to rival their near infinite libido, they want something new and different. Brats. Oh they do love to break a brat, darlings, it is their very favourite thing in the world. To take someone with that fire, that absolute obstinance, and break them apart until they can only think of one thing, only speak one word: "Haarlep". Their name. They love to hear their name, but not often. It is a rare treat, one to be savoured, the cherry on the top of the cake that shows them how fully they have brought someone to their knees and shattered their will until all that is left is the pure and undiluted sexual pleasure~ So you might think that another Dom would be offputting to Haarlep, but not at all. This is now a true battle of wits, to push them both to fight for the right to control, and they never lose.

Haarlep's Turn Offs

They're bored by expectation almost as much as Raphael. Turn up on their doorstep and think they'll give you a ride just because you're there? No, give them reason. The scheduled guests are a chore not a joy. That's their job, not their passion. Overtures of respect. They aren't here to watch someone scrape and bow and put on every air of pleasantry. No, darling, they need stimulation and airs and graces have no place in their domain. NonCon/DubCon. Every single act with Haarlep is fully consenting, if they think for a moment that something is not above board, they will end it then and there. They are an incubus, not a monster, lack of consent tastes like poison. Power play? That is fine, that is one of their very favourite things in the world, but it is never without a signal, a word or gesture agreed before that will never be ignored. No matter how they are feeling, everything stops and will not continue unless everyone is fully and enthusiastically consenting. Pretending to be Raphael. They may look like him (though decidedly just subtly more handsome) when they take his form, but they are a distinct entity in their own right. They do not wish to pretend to be Raphael, they are their own fiend and will make that quite clear whenever necessary.

---- I think that's about everything covered, and without specifying partners or groupings~ Agree? Disagree? Please feel free to let me know your own thoughts on the matter, darlings, I love seeing our similarities and differences. No single one of us can be fully "right" or "wrong", these are simply the HCs we have in our own minds and creations~ I utterly adore how vast the variances can be, and it is sometimes even inspirational for more fic~

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 raphael #haarlep #headcanons #turn ons and turn offs #Every headcanon is valid inside the head it lives in #I have strong feelings but I appreciate the views of others

[catreginae]

When he woke up, it was horrid.

Dark.

Silent.

And the feeling of dread.

The only thing that could be heard was the soft breathing of somebody at his left, and the flipping of book pages to his right.

Twilight couldn't figure out who it was in there with him, but he's guessing it was Warriors and Time.

He missed his sight. He missed being able to make out more than blotches of colors.

The person on his left shifted in his seat, lightly touching his shoulder.

"Are you alright, pup?"

Time had asked, his voice gentle and quiet.

Twilight wanted to scream. He was far from okay. He couldn't see, damnit!

He felt wrong in his own skin, as if some parasite had dug its way into his very core.

His gums ached, fangs unlike the ones he typically had. His fingers flexed uncomfortably with the invading claws he now had.

And the hunger.

The hunger…

He wanted to tear his throat out, to dig out the burning sensation from the source.

The urge to bite something, anything, was all that mattered in his mind.

"No."

Twilight finally growled out, after who knows how long. He didn't mean to sound rude, truly, but he didn't care about being his cheerful and caring self when he felt like he was burning in hellfire.

The person on the right finally spoke, his voice feeling too loud despite the fact he was whispering.

"He has to feed, Time. His turning wasn't clean nor easy, and with his current state, he needs any strength he can get. And my blood is far from what he needs."

If Twilight had the energy to scream, he would have.

That's when he felt a wrist pressed against his mouth. It took everything in him to not bite into the warm flesh, to get to the blood that sang for him to drink. But he couldn't.

He couldn't bring himself to feed from his mentor, his ancestor. Hell, he has a sneaking feeling that he'd have trouble feeding from animals.

"Drink, Twilight. You can't starve yourself like this."

Time pleaded.

No.

Time had begged.

He never heard his mentor sound so heartbroken and broken than he did that moment. The only other time he had was when he nearly died when Dink attacked them.

…

…

Oh.

He was dying again.

Just, not.

He was in a purgatory, unable to die yet not truly living.

A Gibdo?

No, that cannot be right.

A Stalfos?

Not that either, he still had flesh.

He mentally listed every undead being he could remember. Every single one he knew he couldn't possibly be, for one reason or another.

'Warriors was an undead being, right?'

He thought to himself. And it finally clicked.

Warriors was an undead creature. Vampires don't have pulses, and are just human enough to fool those with an untrained eye.

He was turned.

Why? He may never know.

But he knew that his turning had to be the reason why he was now blind. He may not be the smartest in the group, but he could use context to understand the situation.

Twilight was tired, and hungry.

He finally bit into the wrist before his lips, the warm blood flooding his mouth. It tasted nice, better than anything Wild ever fed him. It soothed the fire in his throat, soothed the aching in his gums.

He detached from the wrist after a while, licking the blood from his fangs and lips as he let out a sigh of relief. He no longer hurt, at least, but he still couldn't see anything.

Twilight silently prayed this was just a temporary thing, yet with how his senses had heightened significantly to accommodate the lack of sight, he had the lingering feeling his sight may never return.

Perhaps it was a good thing he couldn't see. He couldn't see the way tears rolled down Time's face. He couldn't see the pure shame on Warriors own.

He fell asleep after a few minutes.

When he did, it was dark and silent.

Twilight knew that his new life surely will be just that. Dark and silent, until he gets used to his body being forcefully changed once again.

⛼

I live! It's been so long since I've written 😫. Moving sucks but I finally got the time to write again. Hopefully it doesn't take a whole month for me next time. I hope you enjoy, and you best take care of yourself.

- ❄ anon.

It's back! Long time no see!

You should pop in even if you don't have any writing done.

It's cool that you're taking it in your direction and it's cool that my writing inspires more writing!

#❄️ anon #ask #catreginae: thou shalt not fall #linked universe #linkeduniverse #not my writing

[gabessquishytum]

I've been non-stop thinking about squishy/chubby Hob for the past several days and now I see that someone brought it up here and I'm LOSING IT, okay? I don't even know how it happened but in my mind's eye, Hob is always slightly chubbier than average. Full dad bod. A tiny muffin top and love handles and thighs that could kill a man (Dream, in particular).

And Dream loves it. Loves the give of Hob's body, loves squeezing and pulling and pressing bruises into soft skin. There is a lot of strength hidden under that extra fat, strong muscles that can hold Dream up against the wall while Hob fucks him, and that is very good too, but having Hob in his lap and feeding him something sweet, perhaps strawberries and cream, and then holding his belly as Dream fucks him, praising him for taking good care of himself, that is VERY GOOD.

I'll go feral for Hob's soft belly. One day, I'll see feeding kink and actually bite off a bit of my screen.

Ohohoho you have come to the RIGHT place me friend.

Listen, I adore Ferdie, I am MADLY attracted to him. The only thing I’m sad about in seeing him portray Hob is that we don’t get to see his body change like it does in the comics. Comics!Hob is a big guy, obviously holds fat very easily. He also obviously uses his weight to help change his appearance - he goes from muscular-chunky in 1389 to relatively twinky in 1489, then back to the (literal) dad bod in 1589. Obviously that can’t be reflected in a TV show, but it does mean that I’m inevitably projecting my chubby Hob feelings onto show!Hob anyways.

I live for dad bod, comfortable, proud of his body Hob. He’s WORKED for that body. He worked for the muscles by changing the casks at the new inn and keeping up with the latest street fighting styles, but he worked just as hard to get himself a comfortable life where he can settle in, eat what he likes and gain some weight.

Dream understands and appreciates all of that. And in terms of texture? There’s nothing better than Hob’s squishy parts. To a touch starved Dream who spent a century in a glorified sensory deprivation chamber, Hob’s body is heaven. He could spend a good hour with his face smushed into Hob’s belly. No breathing necessary. Just softness and warmth.

And yes I’m feral for Dream’s fucking Hob doggy-style, gripping him by the love handles or belly and moaning every time he fucks forward and sinks into the soft body that he adores so much.

I have written some feeding kink stuff for these two, not very kinky but VERY soft. I fully intent to write more, but feel free to check out what I’ve done so far on ao3!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[thegamingcatmom]

Good evening, lovely Cat Mom! 👋🏻😸💖

I hope that this message finds you well.. aka feeling wonderfully insane, feeding the delightful dark things in your mind, and continuing to fuel your obsession with our favourite undead Mommy! 😌💞

I felt it necessary that this particular part of your reply to one of my asks deserves its own little response from me because [ *sounds of lesbian feral screaming into her pillow* ] 😩😻

(Tbh I´ve been itching to use the term "mate" for our poor little Drama Queen for a while now because it´s got such a feral feeling to it and it tells us quite a bit about Momma´s inner workings because mate is basically the equivalent to mine mine mine now and forever and there´s probs lots of biting going on and mating dance and courting and chasing is foreplay and also brrrrrrrrrr and 🥵)

As a lover of A/B/O fiction and primal kink stuff.. this sort of thing drives me crazy! It makes me vibrate with need! 🥴😵‍💫 Therefore, I am obviously eternally grateful for you seeing reader as Momma’s mate, and viewing Ellie as an alpha, and including those descriptors in your writing.

As soon as there is any sort of mention of things such as: being someone’s mate, being owned, the alpha / omega dynamic, predator / prey roles, foreplay in the form of being chased / hunted, being marked or bitten as a form of visible ownership, claiming / being claimed, mating, and breeding.. I am done for! 🥵😮‍💨

RIP me.. in the best possible way! 😻💘

Also, this little snippet from your reply to someone else’s ask:

“..clearly you approve of her display of strength, of showing who’s at the top of the food chain - an apex predator, an alpha-“

Upon reading that line alone:

I am feeling rather insane over Momma’s mating dance, as her showing off her alpha prowess and proving herself to be more than a worthy mate for reader involving her slaughtering those who she sees as possible competition ( aka absolutely anyone! ) in front of you to impress you, and leaving absolute carnage and utter chaos in her wake in her attempts to court you, is just so.. afshdkfkehshdkhddhaaaaaagh! 🤤

Where do I sign up for an unhinged woman to treat me this way? SIGN ME UP! 🖊️🙏🏻

AIGHT YALL please do line up right here-

*gestures losely to the hole that´s opened up*

- for a one-way ticket to hell.

But be warned because it´s swarmed with unhinged, murderous, demonic women lusting after your flesh and blood and other bodily fluids and limbs might get sent flying absolutely everywhere SO strong is their desire, their instinct to climb inside your body so that you can be one now and forever because they need to be with you every second every step like a leech and eternity can be rather long lemme tell ya so it is strongly advised to proceed with caution and take a moment to think very carefully about-

...alright then.

(Yall thirsty af, shame on you.)

But where are my manners?!

HELLAW lovely ghost aka was Mommy! 🥰💕

Your messages are always so fucking sweet and thoughtful I- 🥺💗🥺💗🥺💗🥺

ALSO, reading through your ask made me realize how utterly delicious deranged!Maggot Momma sounds even thought that´s literally my view of her so I SHOULD know how it sounds but seeing someone else wrapping it all up so nicely and with these words (alpha prowess made me melt) is just another thing entirely and makes me feel things. 🥵🥵🥵🥵

(Also, I feel it necessary to point out that my brain is a fountain of insanity and it doesn´t look like it´s gonna be exhausted anytime soon.)

And AOSFNASLNÖSAGANK primal!Momma is delicious ain´t she?? And just thinking about anything involving A/B/O universe with Maggot Momma is- I-

IDEAS THOUGHTS FEELS-

OKAY LISTEN,

I think it´s become quite clear by now that I, indeed, view Momma as the alpha, the leader of the pack (of Undeads). There´s this certain dynamic going on between her and the other Deadites/demons and it´s very likely I´m going to delve deeper into that in the future because pack dynamics (especially of the demonic kind) are just a special kind of 🥵

My recent work is a pretty good example of what we can expect of Momma & The Pack in the future and how she deals with things like insubordination.

...Insubordination concerning that bunch of misfits of course. Not her perfect Drama Queen because her mate can do no wrong because they´re perfect and if yall ever dare even implying such a thing then Momma´s personally gonna drag your ass to hell where you can rot for all eternity.

But yeah, it´s basically Maggot Momma constantly feeling this need to prove herself and gallavant about - showing everyone that alpha prowess - because not only does it secure her place as the top dog but (she thinks) it also lets her have allll the puss-

I mean-

As with all (or most) animals, the only things that matter when it comes to laying claim to a female are strength and size. And Momma´s got both.

#evil dead rise #maggot mommy #deadites #evil dead rise...but gayer #alyssa sutherland #ellie bixler

[lamentingocean]

Mongrang x Jaha

Warning: cussing, a bit of making out, ballroom dancing, feed, a small amount of smexy time, they would make out after a argument I swear

Disclaimer: from the artist: @GCtyy9/ 🥯 this isn't my art, and it's from a Chinese artist in the same fandom, /Inspired by yeri's mongranjaha fiction. I love her fiction, so im willing to murk her in a rotmd fic battle every time.

~Made by Ocean~

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it's such a breeze. mongrang held out a note in near writing. he had rock candy wrapped in a small present, and then the top of the note has jaha name written on the top in such a neat chinese note. he sighed and shoved the note in the bottom of the ribbon so it won't fall out of the present. mongrang looked around and saw women eyeing him like a wet horny dog wanting a handsome man to fuck them, but he has no attraction to them whatsoever but is forced to just for the pervert demon role. he had someone in his mind other than these women.

mongrang dressed so fancy and so elegant as he's invited to an event that has to dress, be attired, glamorous, and royal looking as he could possibly be. the black rabbit clan wasn't far. for a man being trained by a badass master, being worked up for footwork, strength, reflexes, and swordsmanship. for being part of the light faction after all. he jumped from the forest to the forest. Until he can see the plum blossom pavilion or the town of ilyang right across from him. he slowly put the heel of his foot to the concrete ground, directly entrance of the black rabbit clan.

"Is he ready yet? I'm not trying to wait all day for that asshole to hurry up and get done." his hand shuttered in freeze once he heard the door opened during his process about the mad demon.

His jaw was on the floor once he scanned him, jaha was a beautiful man. His hair was all out like an ocean, and they wore matching outfits, but in a different color, he tied a small gulp of his hair into a small bun and showed off his style like he's a chinese model wearing a traditional outfit to shock the model industry. "What the fuck are you standing at poopy pants?" He had to pick the jaw off the floor to respond back to his sass. like away. the mad demon has a personality even to be shown to the factions of china and even to the league.

"Finally. It took you long enough. anyways. this event starts in about..uh 20 minutes. so we have enough time to eat something together. so you won't get poisoned by their food since the event is by a pavilion leader."

"I'll be fine. I will just kill them if they even think about putting drugs in my drink to kill me out of poison. But enough about that. where are you taking me?" he made eye contact with him and didn't say a single word to him back. The only thing in the silence is jaha's little insultive "hm," but he had an idea. mongrang slowly slid his fat fingers in the holes of jaha's hand and moved his body to the wall outside of his sect. he looked so sensual at this move, mongrang panted at his little looks. he's so sexy but so dangerous, everything you need in a woman or a man, but the man's side is a crazy demon that drugs people for fun. mongrang's fat hand slowly moved to the tip of his lips and tried to boost the mood a bit between their breath merging like soda and mint.

"I'm pretty sure you're thinking...am I going to kiss you? Or do you want to stab me in the chest for acting out like this. I can do this all day and even all my life.." he gridded his teeth like sand paper, breathing so hard it would make a tornado scared. so..do it. he reached to his neck and slammed his lips against him, smearing their lips together so harshly that even the wall was closing in on them together so deeply. he was out for blood, forcing mongrang into submission to entwine their tougues to stick together. That was so hot that even he had to moan out of that.

so then, jaha wrapped his arm around his body and pushed his neck closer into the kiss, so ravenous and so slow into it to be sure that it's filled with pure domination and lust. even their abs were touching together like anime tits, mongrang literally felt himself losing it to him but not here and not now. Not when a guard, a heavenly general, a subordinate, or anybody can come out of the gate and see them kissing so sensual. he moved himself out of the kiss. trying to catch his breath.

jaha also had to get it reclaimed back. Marks of saliva were like webs dipped in water, "ah...you ..fucking asshole. I wanted for you to continue. Why did you stop?" he sucked up some of his breath when the tie of their saliva broke. "Ah... you are so mean to me? take some accountability for your attitude, jaha. or do I need to shut you up myself."

"You know what. Just kiss me. fuck it.

"Are you challenging me right now? If you want to fight, then we can fight." jaha shoved his face in front of his so closely that even their noses were touch, and their eyes were 3 feet for each other. "I could give you an insult like normal. Poopy pants of the light faction. but having to deal with your flirting is so consistent. and I'm trying to keep that consistency."

"Are you saying you want to make out with me?"

"No, I'm just saying that your total lack of talent is starting to keep me up at night." he didn't even show his intimidation that much through his aura. but he only spat insults at him for no reason or to quince his hunger for mongrang's deliciously slim body. jaha crushed his small lips into mongrang. He hopes to get a taste or to insert some check that he's at the top here. he's always on top for such a dangerous young man with insanity bubbling in his head. mongrang slipped his skinny tougue right inside of his, leaving out only a small leak of saliva coming from the caves of their mouths. jaha softly moaned as his tougue action. starting to have the electrifying arouse surround his mind. both of them had that glow to their eyes. Even when they are fighting. They look at each other in either hatred or challenge. But this is different. they had a different glance at each other than before. it's not conflicted or hating. it's lust going on between them. but then.

A joint was pressed down. mongrang slid his heated hand onto the skin of his waist. it wasn't the clothes. Just the pure body. they both glanced at the door once they heard it open, their eyes rattled in sync as it was hongshin carrying a bag of stolen money in her hand. as she looked to her left is mongrang and jaha properly talking like nothing happened.

"What are you two doing? I just got back in through the back gate. gun needs to fix that?"

"Oh It's nothing. I was just telling the shit dog that I can smell his pants from here since he reeks of diarrhea." jaha had to glance at mongrang with a menacing look to keep his facade. "jaha you son of a bitch."

"you guys are so weird. Anyways. I'm gonna go get some food. And jaha."

"H-huh?" his drowsy look of lust almost leaked out of his face.

"Let me know if we have any more errands to do. I will inform the others about it. alrighty. I'm taking my leave. See you♡" she walked off with a weird energy lifting off her shoulders. like her mere presence didn't even belong there.

"good lord."

"Let's hurry to this party. I'm trying to get this over with so I can kiss you more. I'm really craving it." he said with a seductive accent. "Shut up. Ahh.." they got to their event. men and women were giving a glare from all over their bodies. jaha saw the booze and wanted to drink it all, while mongrang wanted to sparkle his face and look like a Chad towards women as the pervert demon. jaha took a shot of the booze and sat down in a random fancy table somewhere as he's surrounded by rich province men, girls, women, and old men even from the depths of china's caverns. he was observant. being in such a room when he can't even take a glance at rich Chinese men with a superiority complex. he saw mongrang cuddling with a girl with her mouth drowning of giggling and self-indulgent to such a man like mongrang..

He took once more sip of booze, eyeing at them in such an analysistic way. mongrang had his facade of pretending to be into the women chasing after them with their eyes love blind. he had that smirk. but it wasn't a real smirk. The purpose of the smirk was to charm women and seem polite to them, nice, caring, and the personality of being handsome. he rested his hand to a nearby table, putting the empty cup down to look at him in a far distance..he thought to himself: "why do I care about him so much..? I never want to associate myself with that asshole but I can't seem to drive myself to hate him even more. Did he put a charm on me? is this the male version of Badger Games? this is stupid. I'm being stupid. badger games don't work on me, but somehow an idiotic pervert is able to charm me...the mad demon..?" jaha slowly walked up with his lip, quivering in anger at these thoughts beating his love life into mush, having to think about being with a person you always hated is annoying.

he tapped the woman's shoulder. growing much more anger at this entire moment. this girl doesn't deserve to have a man like mongrang. isn't she a whore like all the rest of the women that approach him, giggling like teenage girls towards a corny boy band. "Who are you?" his lip curled in disgust at the thought of mongrang fucking a women in his private quarters but I think it might be jealousy planting into his heart. "Move out the way whore." his fat hands shoved her against since touching his hands feel like metal. she tensed up and walked away from saying one word to this random stranger. bad mouths get torn in the face of the ancient Asian world.

"what- Why did you do that? I thought that you didn't want to-"

"Dance with me."

"Oh, ehm, ok. are you sure? Everyone is staring at us." Jaha sensually walked up, clearly not giving a fuck about their eyes facing directly to two men dancing together as if they are together. But who cares about them? what are you looking at? jaha reached to the middle of each finger and slid their hands to be a complete puzzle together. and then they moved both in sync to the rhythm of the beautifully written and orchestrated chinese music in the background. their hand were merging together like a mix of colors in a paintset. since their hair is long enough to be big pigtails as a prank to be shown anyway.

they both glanced at each other, jaha's troubled attitude seemed to fade away at the midst of this royal dance between them. their dances were like taking out a pencil and creating a really beautiful project. each shade, each color, each detail, and each trimming. once it's finished. the remaining project can be taken to france's most beautiful museums. they both stepped back, and both of them were like in the spotlight. mongrang grabbed his waist and struck a finishing pose. they didn't even care if they were embarrassed. They didn't care if people hated them, and they didn't care about people at all.

jaha opened his red eyes so smally and zoomed his eyes at mongrang's sweat at trying to hold jaha at this pose. hard to carry a man with big pounds. he bounced himself right up and laid his head on mongrang's beefy chest. "Meet me outside. we will need to talk about something when this event is over. I'm not trying to see no drunken messes in here." Scoffing at jaha's normal disrespectfulness and attitude.

It was a couple of hours together. it was midnight. and the event is still going. mongrang and jaha slowly walked out of it once they felt tired. jaha looked at him once again, still with that anger shoved in him like a pack of gum. "Ok so...I wanted to talk to you about us. I feel like we have been liking each other even more for the past few weeks, even though we have already kissed multiple times, but that doesn't count as a relationship. I don't know what to do about you shit dog. until we can work it out and sort it out properly."

"You saying you like me..but your mind doesn't know for sure yet?"

"Yes." mongrang yawned and rubbed his eyes, having little sprays of tears in his eyeballs.

"So what? I still like you. and you like me. if you aren't sure about it yet, then it's fine. I'm not gonna force it upon your own will since we were previously enemies before. if you want more time then I won't stop you."

"No, but I'm saying that I want you more."

"WHAT?"

he dimmed his eyes like what he said wasn't the cause of an aphrodisiac or the booze at all. but what he's saying is the truth, mongrang was so dumbfounded and surprised that even question marks are hanging above his head. "I- you really do? An insane maniac like you? A madman.. like you..is able to say something like that?"

jaha grabbed his face and kissed his lips on the spot. leaving his reaction to only to dissappear when mongrang starts to accept his kiss. mongrang stepped back into whatever place his feet could lead him that doesn't show the public. jaha was forcing the kiss. but he enjoyed it just as his actions. they were on some concrete.

which means they are at the back of a building or an area to put trash in, jaha moaned into this sloppy kiss, thinking about nothing but mongrang and the black rabbit clan's wellbeing. mongrang placed him on his lap and smoothed his hands to his body. jaha was actually so in love, but showing it would only cause damage to himself and then blow it off as a false emotion. the hands of mongrang went to his neck and hair, softly caressing it like it's a teddy bear. mongrang closed himself deeper into their kiss like rock. pushing their heads together just for their sensual session of their lips.

mongrang breathed out once their lips separated from each other. jaha's eyes looked up and down onto him, and the only thing he saw was just pure enjoyment of the mad demon's seductive fury. "You could battle me in tougues shit dog. and then succeed. but I have something else in mind."

"Oh really? do it then."

(Merry Christmas, you guys. I am overworking myself in the mix of school and work, posting, chores, and cleaning (totally not mentally done with the world), but I will continue posting, so stay following♡)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀 #HOLY SHIT THATS FUCKING HOT #need jaha more than my life #nvm i dont value myself