#and they have to clean up on the black night's feast

[merakiui]

perverse phantasmagoria: a tentacular theatre for the timid.

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, mentions of death/murder, obsession note - something short to satisfy the craving for shadow monster azul.

The monster under your bed is a marvelous magician.

Most marvelous indeed—for he can ensorcell with all manner of fantastical tricks! In flickering candlelight, shapes shift in shadow—a rabbit hopping to and fro or a bird taking flight in a flurry of feathers. A ship sinking in a sinister sea or a worm wriggling through soil. Illusions waltz upon your wall in a graceful ballet, a comforting distraction meant to soothe you to sleep when you grow somnolent.

You are the only one to witness the magnificence of this tentacular theatre. It is confined within the cubic space that is your bedroom, a nightly display projected onto the walls and ceiling, just beyond the curtains of your creaky four-poster bed. He entertains until you’re properly heavy-eyed, slipping through the slivers of reality into fruitful slumber.

While cradled in a sea of sheets, buoyed by curious, curling limbs, you dream of devilish pleasures—of treacherous temptations so visceral they would certainly scandalize the sisters at the church.

The monster under your bed never utters a word, but you know he is there.

He is cold and calm like Death, yet merciful and mystical like an angel. He carries with him odors of the ocean, enveloping you in his briny embrace every night. Tentacles loop gently around your body, sliding beneath silken nightwear, and he plays in the same skillful way he manipulates shadow. You’re strung along the highs and lows of bodily bliss, rocked gently by a creature who dwells in the darkness.

The monster under your bed does not possess a true form, but he holds bright shallows in his eyes.

Shapeless and transient, wavering through dozens of features, he mesmerizes with his stunning hues. They blink at you in the darkness, twin beacons set into a towering lighthouse. You reach for him, pushing past pitch-black phantasmagoria, and beg to see his face. He swallows all light sources, so you will never truly know if there is anything more to those beautiful blues.

The monster under your bed does not have a name, so you call him Azul. Much like his eyes when they pin you to the bed, the name sticks.

A terrible tempest rages outside, rattling the windows in their frames, battering the glass like bullets, and howling through the trees in a most fearsome gale. You lie in your bed, wide-awake and disturbed, and gaze at the canopy. Lightning cracks across the sky in a violent arc, brightening your room for a single second. The thunder follows, rumbling in deep, foreboding notes. With a shiver, you pull your duvet up to your chin. Fear is encroaching. You steel yourself, steady your pounding heart, and inhale sharply.

The monster under your bed is gentle.

He has never hurt you and you suspect he never will. But he is vindictive, a dangerous force who lurks in forgotten corridors and corners during the day. Though he remains out of light’s reach, avoiding the sun’s fingers as they spill in from windows with parted curtains, nothing escapes his glance. He is always watching. You can feel it.

The monster under your bed is brilliant pest control.

He rids the manor of rats and insects alike, swabs the ceilings of cobwebs. He feasts on venomous spiders and snakes, blood drained from carcasses small and large. Trespassers wander far enough to find themselves tangled in the tendrils of a beast. Skeletons snap and shatter in his grasp, so startlingly fast and brutal. There isn’t a scream. No tears. He does not grant them the permission to confess last words.

Flesh rots away, stripped clean from the bone. There is no distinction to be made here. Suitors are trespassers. Thieves are trespassers. Trespassers are trespassers, and they will die as such.

The monster under your bed has a sweet tooth, a discovery you’ve only recently determined. You plate pastries and slide them under your bed, and the porcelain china is returned by morning, licked clean of crumbs.

For all of his mysterious qualities, the monster under your bed is your paramour.

“Azul,” you whisper, your voice much louder in disconcerting quiet. “Are you there, Azul?”

Shadows slither up the expanse of your mattress, crawling over wrinkled linens, to meet you in the gloom. The tip of a tentacle nudges your cheek. The monster—your monster—is here.

“A detective came by today…” Blue meets you in the dark, snapped open at once. “To inquire about a select few.”

He blinks, offering silence as his stubborn reply.

“Missing lords and ladies. They say my manor is cursed and that it is these very disappearances that keep the grounds so lush. An immature accusation.” You search the shadows for a response. “You mustn’t send them to their graves, Azul.”

Another tentacle peels the duvet back to find your hand. It fits into your palm, wrapped tight like a bow on a present. Slowly and slyly, more appendages rise from the space beneath your bed to coil around your person. They massage soothing circles into your skin, exploring eagerly and peppering your flesh in frigid kisses. The effect is soporific. You slacken against the sheets, eyes fluttering shut.

“Mmh… Azul, I’m quite serious…” You close your hand around the tentacle. “You mustn’t—oh!” Your legs are yanked apart then, and a thick tentacle presses up between your thighs. You peer into his narrowed eyes. If you could see his mouth, you’re certain it’d be turned down in a petulant pout. “Won’t you listen to me?”

The tentacles curled around your thighs constrict. He teases your special spot, fine-tuning your body to sing the sweetest of songs. Two more attach to your chest like lecherous leeches, tweaking your nipples under soft suckers. You sigh, pent-up emotions unfurling from their ravel. Lightning flashes again, the rain insistent, and so he drapes a tentacle over your eyes.

“There’s no need to do that.” You run your fingers over it, but you don’t pull it off. “I want to see you. I want to hear your voice. Tell me—” you whine in relief when he pushes in, your anatomy accustomed to his size after months of midnight whimsy— “Let me… Oh, won’t you speak to me, Azul? Tell me—promise me you won’t act so callous the next time I welcome visitors.”

“Intruders,” he finally answers. Despite the malice shot through those three syllables, it is a musical intonation. His voice is deep and dulcet, tickling your ears in the best way.

“You’re being rather unfair in your narrow-minded assessment.”

“And you are not narrow-minded enough,” comes his rumbling reply, synced flawlessly with the thunder just outside. “I shall protect you and this property for as long as I continue to exist. That is my priority.”

Your lips part in a retort, but all that comes out is a shuddering sigh.

“Visitors are not villains,” you manage after you’ve found your voice. “P-Please—aah—be kind… You mustn’t hurt them. They’re—haa—only visitors. I promise you I’m safe.”

“Visitors are the same as intruders. They’re unwanted. Unnecessary. Nuisances. Pests.”

Azul rocks the tentacle deeper inside you. Your nails dig into the one in your hand, and you heave a wobbly sort of groan.

“I won’t arg—ooh—won’t argue with you. I only ask that you understand. They are not dangers.”

“They are,” he snaps, pistoning roughly. You cry out when he pierces a specific spot nestled within. “They will take you away from me. Poison your head with foolish ideas. Destroy our home…”

“T-That will never happen. Not if I can help it.”

Another beat of lightning. Thunder follows suit. Gingerly, he lifts the tentacle veiling your visage. Blue blinks back at you.

“Promise.”

His whisper is broken and sad. Strangely, your heart aches.

“Only if you promise to cease your slaughter. It’s not—” A tentacle presses against your mouth, silencing you. When it draws away to give you another chance, you sigh, knowing just what to say. “Thank you…for protecting me, Azul.”

Satisfied with your submission, he smooths his pace out into slow, sensual lovemaking. You ride the waves of mutual merriment alongside him, no longer fearing the raging storm beyond your room. The world shrinks down to fit inside your bedroom, where paradise is found in the sheets, and nothing else matters here. Swathed safely in shadow, wrapped around the monster under your bed, you drift off into sleepy delirium.

He remains, ever-present like a parasite, the sole actor standing on the stage in this thrilling, tentacular theatre.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #n/sfw #tw: somnophilia

[verysium]

please write something about blue lock as cat dads, like we have cat and its batshit insane <3

my cat was furiously scratching at my bedroom door this morning, so i'm taking that as a sign to write this. here you go anon:

rin owns a void. black fur with bluish green eyes and sharp little fangs. rin adopted him as an emotional support animal after sae left for spain. his name is kuro (黑) which means "black" in japanese because the itoshis are just unoriginal with all pet names. sometimes the cat camouflages with the furniture, but rin knows its habits too well to accidentally sit on him. they have an almost telepathic bond. kuro follows a very strict routine. feeding times are 7 in the morning before rin's football practice and 6 in the evening during dinner. he is calm and quiet most of the time but hisses whenever there are birds in the window. very shy around strangers. will curl his tail around rin's leg and peek out from time to time but does not have the courage to actually approach. sometimes if rin has free time, he takes kuro out to the park and lets him chase after the butterflies. kuro is also very intelligent. knows how to unlock doors, fetch the newspaper, and clean up after using the potty. sometimes spaces out when rin watches his horror movies at night. will blink at the screen owlishly. he's not very skittish when it comes to jumpscares. he just doesn't understand what's going on in the film. his favorite time of the year is during the holidays when rin goes back to kamakura to visit his parents. mama itoshi always sneaks kuro an extra fish bone.

oliver has a cat with heterochromia. his name is björn which is swedish for bear because he is a massive maine coon. flirts with all the tabby cats in his neighborhood and purrs loudly to show off. incredibly fluffy but sheds a lot. very strong physically. one time he moved oliver's entire closet because he did not like how it was blocking his cat door. secretly the leader of a cat gang, but oliver doesn't know. pretty chill most of the time and enjoys large family gatherings. multilingual because he can respond to commands in swedish, japanese, and german. he also knows a little bit of danish. oliver taught him a few tricks as a kitten. he can twirl around, roll over, and give high-fives. despite his large size, björk is very flexible and light on his feet. one time he got into the cookie jar on the top pantry shelf, and oliver's mom had to shoo him out.

shidou has an orange cat named ryu (竜) which is an alternative form of the kanji for "dragon" (龍). it is also adapted from the first character in his name "ryusei." his cat looks exactly like how mcdonald's sprite tastes. very spicy. does not sleep at night. his business hours are from three in the morning to whenever he passes out. drifts like a literal race car and makes vrooming sound effects. ryu took one whiff of catnip as a kitten and has never been the same since. all of his toys are shredded. prefers taking the head off first. you will find cotton stuffing everywhere. he destroyed the brand new cat bed shidou got for him, so now he's been downgraded to a cardboard box. ryu is prohibited from all open windows especially the ones with pull-down blinds because he once saw a squirrel and went absolutely feral. only eats raw meat and refuses to even touch dried kibble. sits beside shidou whenever he orders yukhoe from the local korean restaurant. feasts on all the scraps.

barou has a tuxedo cat. her name is mimi, and she is the sweetest cat in existence. claws are always trimmed. licks herself clean. unusually calm at the vet and groomer and is one of the few cats who actually enjoys baths. sometimes helps barou with cleaning by catching all the dust bunnies. his apartment is also insect-free thanks to her. she is, in fact, a baddie. the tomcat next door has tried to get her attention for over a year now, but she refuses to be swayed. he gave her a dead rat once, but mimi swatted it away before telling him he better start paying some bills and look somewhat hygienic before she even looked his way. the only man in her life is barou, and it will stay that way. mimi is also a polydactyl cat, so it looks like she's wearing white mittens. sometimes barou comes home from practice exhausted and collapses face first into bed, and mimi will crawl onto his back to knead his muscles for him.

nagi has a scottish fold. she has white fur and brown eyes, hence her name yuki which is japanese for "snow." she is very similar to nagi. lazy and sleeps all day. their favorite activity together is sunbathing. eats a lot but somehow still manages to stay in shape. she often sits upright like a human and kneads the fur on her tummy. as a kitten, she mirrored nagi's actions, so he got her a mini video game controller. it doesn't actually work, but she gets to press on the buttons whenever nagi is gaming. makes her feel very involved. scientists have also classified her as a liquid. she can get herself through every nook and cranny. even the two millimeter crack under the bedroom door. her favorite place in the house is her bed. has two fluffy blankets and a teddy bear. during winter, she moves her bed closer to the heater. has unofficial beef with choki because she tried to eat him once. ended up with spines in her mouth and never touched a houseplant after that. choki still has a giant missing chunk from where his arm was bitten off.

reo has a persian cat. her royal title is kana-hime because she is a spoiled princess. she has silky fur that smells like perennial roses. has an entire room to herself and a private chef. reo has like 3134736845 pictures of her on his phone. she is even included in the holiday cards and family portrait above the fireplace mantel. her collar is made of sterling silver with a diamond in the nameplate. very coquette. pink bows are her favorite. sensitive paws so reo customized a pair of small fur booties for her. clingy and has attachment issues (just like her owner.) sometimes goes on playdates with yuki. said playdates involve yuki just sitting there while kana-hime gives her a full body grooming session and makeover.

sae owns a siamese. light blue eyes and a dark patch of fur on her face and paws. she does not have a name because sae never formally adopted her. one morning he had gone to practice and returned to a mother and her kittens on his fire escape. sae did not keep the kittens, but unfortunately the mother was very persistent, so he let her stay. despite originally being a stray, she is very clean. always licking herself and sae's hands. not very picky but has a preference for seafood, specifically surume. very productive during the day. rearranges her bed and water bowl. scratches her post five to six times. takes a daily stroll on the rooftops of madrid. she doesn't have a collar, but somehow always manages to return safely to sae's window. has an almost sixth sense when it comes to his emotions. if she senses he is tired, she will hop onto his lap and force him to lay down and give her pets. if she sees that he is stressed, she rubs her head under his chin to calm him down. probably the only emotional attachment sae has had ever since he left japan.

kaiser has a norwegian forest cat. it has golden fur, dark stripes, and blue eyes. has a little mane around his neck, so he resembles a small lion. his name is klaus. basically a mini kaiser. preens in front of the mirror every morning alongside michael. prances around as if he owns the entire establishment. bullies other cats but is scared shitless in the presence of dogs (even chihuahuas). has a little habit of gently biting kaiser's finger. not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a little imprint from his fangs. it's his way of showing love. nuzzles against kaiser's neck tattoo when he picks klaus up. a very needy baby at night. cannot sleep well in any place that is not michael's bed. needs to be tucked in like a child with his stuffed animals and blankets. ends up sleeping on kaiser's face by the time the morning rolls around. has perfect loafs, as in 11/10 if it was a competition. side-eyes ness whenever he comes to visit. extremely judgmental to the point kaiser suspects klaus must have been a human in his past life. knows how to pose for photos and even tilts his head to capture a good angle.

#asks #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff #rin itoshi #oliver aiku #shidou ryusei #barou shouei #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #sae itoshi #michael kaiser

[nanawritesit]

WWDITS Headcanons: You Having the Opposite Aesthetic of Everyone Else at the Vampire Residence (fem!reader)

tw: vampires, blood, corpses, mentions of killing, mentions of virgins, immortality

you were brought into the house to work as nadja and laszlo’s familiar

after having so many familiars die on the job, they had pretty much lost hope that they would ever find one that was right for them

so when you of all people, with your brightly colored hair, glittery makeup, long nails, and hot pink platform boots, were still around after a few weeks, they knew you were special 💞

of course they had their doubts at first, thinking you were much too soft for the job based on your cute aesthetic, but you surprised them with how tough you were

you had no problem finding them victims, cleaning up blood stains, and disposing of corpses. the promise of eternal life was much too great for you to give up because of some gore

nadja is overjoyed to have another woman in the house, and quickly becomes more of a bestie than a boss (as long as you do all of your duties as a familiar too)

she requires you to attend weekly “girls nights” with her, the guide, and mini nadja, but even if they weren’t mandatory, you’d happily go along

sometimes you’ll get all dressed up and go clubbing, taking everyone’s drinks for them since they can’t ingest human food

you stick out like a sore thumb in your pink sequin mini dress and heels, the rest of them shrouded in black lace, but you have an amazing time regardless. they really know how to party!

but sometimes you just have sleepovers where you watch mamma mia and talk shit about all the men in the house

laszlo didn’t take you seriously at first. he never really saw the appeal of having a familiar, thinking he got along just fine without one, but wanted to please his good lady wife

he could never understand how nandor was so attached to guillermo. he was just some human who followed him around and did his bidding

that was, until you came along

he found it was really nice to have someone to practice his music with, to organize his library for him, to help him into his coffin every night… and after a while he really grew quite fond of you

which scared him, because he knew how fragile human life was

but that only made him want to keep you under his wing more, to protect you until the day him and nadja decided to turn you

they love having you accompany them on their nightly walks, carrying their parasol behind them as they bask in the moonlight

they’re super protective of you, especially from people who assume you’re an easy target because of your looks

like, if anyone tries to mess with you around them, lazslo will yell at them to go fuck off, and nadja will practically go feral and rip their heart out

you’ll have to BEG her not to hurt them for her to even CONSIDER letting them go 💀

nandor pretty much falls in love with you upon first sight

he absolutely adores your style, loving how unique it is compared to anyone else he knows

he tries and fails to flirt with you all the time while you’re working, until nadja eventually yells at him to leave you to your chores, and he’ll scuttle away bc he’s scared of her 😀

he sometimes asks you to do his makeup like yours, saying he wants to “glitter like twilight”

his undead heart stops when you lean close to his face to do his eyeliner 🥺

he desperately wants to ask you out but is terrified of what nadja would do to him should you agree

she thinks you’re MUCH too good for him

he eventually goes to laszlo for help, since he’s such an “expert” on modern women 💀

he agrees to help him, but tells him that if you guys start dating and he hurts you, he’ll kill him 😗

guillermo is honestly just so thrilled to have another human in the house to sympathize with him 😭

the two of you quickly become partners in crime, dragging bodies down the stairs together and recruiting virgins for your vampires to feast on

he also wouldn’t hesitate to slay any vampire who tried to feed on you

you always stick up for him when the vampires aren’t taking him seriously, which helps since they all value your opinion tremendously

nandor gets a bit jealous when he finds out that you and guillermo get lunch together everyday 😭

guillermo admittedly gets a bit jealous when you’re turned into a vampire before he is, but is obviously very happy for you

but since nandor has such a soft spot for you, you’re able to convince him to turn guillermo sooner :) that way you can be a big happy vampire family forever

collin robinson thinks you’re quite entertaining, although he gets frustrated at the fact that you somehow always dodge all of his attempts to drain your energy

when you go out on the town with everyone, you have major scary dog privilege

when you walk by, people see a pretty pink princess 💞

and then they see the three huge, dramatically dressed vampires, one emotionless suited man, and one monster slayer walking behind you and they’re like oh shit nvm 💀

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits headcanon #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #guillermo de la cruz #collin robinson #wwdits x reader #what we do in the shadows scenarios #what we do in the shadows fanfiction #nandor x reader #wwdits

[jungle-angel]

Gently Falls The Snow (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob share an intimate little moment when everybody has gone to bed and the house falls quiet

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @nobody7102 @sebsxphia

You had just finished cleaning up the last of the dishes and had run the tablecloth and napkins down to the basement to be put in the washer. The entire house had gone completely quiet with everybody having adjourned upstairs, the house still smelling heavily of Thanksgiving dinner and everyone full from the savory feast that had taken you and Bob at least three days to prepare.

You shut the lights off in the kitchen and blew out the candles on the dining room table, the cooking and casserole pans having been washed and neatly stacked while the dishes and silverware were being run through the dishwasher. Lady, your curly haired cocker spaniel, wove her way between your feet until you shooed her into the living room.

"Bob are you still awake?" you whispered.

Bob looked up at you, his features appearing much softer in the dim glow of the little switch-on candles that had been set up in the windows. His deep blue eyes appeared almost black, yet they gazed at you with a look of pure love and affection as he drew you into his lap.

"Look out the window," he whispered back.

You turned your gaze to the window in front of the recliner to find that it was snowing, heavy and hard, the ground already having accumulated a thick, fluffy coating of white, illuminated by the eerie glow of the streetlamps outside.

"Oh Bob it's so pretty," you murmured.

Bob placed a few gentle pecks on your cheeks, making you giggle. "And so aren't you Mrs. Floyd."

You settled into his lap, the both of you warm under the plush throw blanket that his older brother's wife had gotten you for a wedding gift. It was absolute heaven, being in your cozy home with the man you loved most.

"Dinner came out perfect, by the way," Bob mumbled, pressing his lips against your forehead.

"Mmmm, guess your dad's method of brining the turkey the night before really helped," you chuckled softly.

Bob yawned, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes drifted shut every so often from his belly being so full from dinner, but you couldn't help but admire the peaceful look on his face, even as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"You ready for Christmas soon?" you whispered.

"Hell no," he mumbled.

You both laughed a little as Lady settled into her bed near the chair, you and Bob drifting off into a deep sleep as the snow fell outside, your soft snoring being the only thing to break the quiet in your home. It was these times of year when you felt close as ever in the place you called home.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

[blackopals-world]

A Classic Fairytale

Celestial!Yuu x Lilia/Writer!Yuu crossover fic.

Our favorite storyteller delivers a story that is stranger than fiction.

"Sorry everyone. I'm running late this week. You have no idea how chatty a bubbling brook is. They just go on and on as they carry news from upstream." Yuu said setting down for this week's storytime.

The called board read "Meetings under the Moon" the theme was centered around stories of the moon.

The children settled in under Yuu as they waited for them to begin.

The adults and teens found the childlike wonder of the event catching on as they too wanted to hear what came next.

"Well you wouldn't believe it but I was having a chat in the garden one evening with the bluebirds- you know what gossips they can be! They told me that the owls were up early. So I went to ask them why and they told me that their master was visiting and that they needed to clean up their nest. Owls are known to be clean freaks already but they make the nicest decorations out of mouse skulls." Yuu laughed to themselves "I choose to help out and wait for their master. I had to know what they were like and I'd be gobsmacked it was the moon themselves. I shouldn't have been surprised but before you know it I was talking to the moon. I learned alot but when we got to the topic of romantic gossip-because I'm no better than a bluebird- I learned an extraordinary tale. One I will share with you. It's called "The Moon's Groom"

Once upon a time, in a land long ago there was a soldier.

He was returning from battle when he came upon a temple of the sun god. He sought refuge for the night from the brothers who tended to the shrine.

The brothers whispered among themselves before speaking.

"Tonight we can't tend to you. We will be very busy with our worship. If you stay the night you will need to take care of yourself until morning." The eldest said.

The soldier agreed as he only needed a place to rest safely.

During the night he felt thirst overtake him but just as tried to open his eyes he felt the rush of cool fresh water touch his lips. He tried to see who had given him the water he saw nothing but flickering light reflecting off the water.

When he awoke in the morning he thanked the brothers for the shelter and the water. They looked at him puzzled when he asked who gave it to him and shook their heads.

The golden cup that sat on his bedside didn't belong to the temple. But stangly enough it never went empty filled with the clearest water ever tasted.

The soldier relented and continued on his way and when night came he found another temple this one of the shadow deity. The followers didn't regard him much but allowed him to say. The youngest worshipper said they couldn't tend to him because they were very busy.

The soldier happily agreed but as he laid down to sleep he kept one eye open. When he felt a cold wind blow he shivered and before he shook again a blanket fell over him. The blanket was as black as night and covered his eyes. Just as the shadow covered him he pulled it back to reveal the retreating figure of a beautiful silvery being covered in a veil.

The soldier went to chase them but found no one as they disappeared into the darkness.

The next morning the man awoke still covered in the black blanket. The martial blended into the shadows perfectly. The worshippers told him it was a blessing from the shadow deity themselves but the soldier had doubts.

He had a hunch it was someone's else.

The next day the soldier traveled slower as he searched for another temple. The temple of the moon goddess.

The sisters welcomed him open-heartedly they were preparing for a midnight feast. They middle sister invited him to say but he could not eat until all guests arrived.

The soldier agreed as he sent to take a nap.

When he awoke hungry he found a bowl of fruits next to him as the same silver figure placed it down. Quickly he grabbed them by the silk veil that covered them.

The being disappeared in an instant leaving only the veil behind.

Shortly thereafter the guests were called to the feast.

The soldier was called to attend.

Before him was a table and at the head were three figures.

On the far right a man dripping in jewels with hair of molten gold. He smiled cruelly with perfect white teeth as he admired his blazing reflection.

On the far left a shadowy figure of a nebulous being sat. They lifted their thick black veil as they drank from a chalice revealing a ghostly pale face with black lips. The moment the veil fell the soldier no longer remembered their face.

Lastly seated between them was a beautiful woman with silver eyes and iridescent hair that flowed like swirling rivers. Silver bands covered her arms.

The figures all stood and announced the festivities as a challenge. The winner would be granted any wish they desired if they won.

The golden man stood first to give his challenge.

"Find a place where I can't find you." He said.

The soldier accepted the challenge with the other guests.

As the others ran and hid the soldier took the blanket he fashioned into a cloak of the night and hid in the shadow of the golden man.

The golden man couldn't their the footsteps that match his own as he pointed out where each guest hid with no trouble at all. Only a few passed the challenge including the soldier.

The shadowy figure stood next.

"Make a path I can't cross."

No one understood what that could mean. A path is meant to be crossed. Still, they began making barriers that couldn't be crossed.

The soldier picked up the golden cup and began pouring the endless water until it became a rushing river. The moonlight shined on the waters surface.

The shadow couldn't cross the river as it's path was blocked by light. Moreover crossing a river meant breaking a path as the river had its own path. To take its path means never to cross it as it goes in one direction to the ocean.

Only the soldier passed the test as the Silver figure stood.

"Prove who we are."

The soldier smiled proudly. We already knew them.

"The gold in gold is the sun. We can see everything under the sun but not the shadows. I proved it by hiding in his shadow. The figure in black are the shadows. They can't walk in the light like over the river. And lastly you my lady...you are my lover."

Everyone gasped in shock at the announcement.

"What do you mean?!" The woman asked aghast.

"You visit me each night. You give me whatever I desire and if you weren't my lover then why do I hold your favor?" The soldier held up the sliver veil in his hand.

The other gods eyed the woman critically feeling convinced. The guest also believed the proof was convincing.

Due to the challenge, it didn't really matter if it was the full truth but she couldn't refute the claim.

"You have won." She said in defeat but she was also impressed "What is your wish?"

The soldier smiled.

"Well, it's hardly appropriate to be lovers forever. It's best if we get married soon my love. You are the most radiant and kind-hearted being I've ever met. I have watched you from afar for so long and I know you know that my heart has always been yours. So I wish for us to get married tonight." He said firmly as he got on one knee.

That night before the gods and guest they were married. The soldier had gotten his greatest wish to we'd the moon.

And they lived happily ever after

The crowd cheered at the end.

The unmistakable voice of Lilia was heard whispering to a blushing young woman.

"I remembered having the wedding at the castle and I got roped into the challenge by Her Majesty."

"This version sounds more fun. Although you were much more clumsy with your proposal. So cute."

#writer!yuu #celestial!yuu #immoral!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland lilia #twst yuu #twst mc #twisted wonderland yuu

[kuni-is-daddy]

VAMPIRE SCARA VAMPIRE SCARA, sitting in ur tree stalking u before coming to greet u at the door, he’s the cute boy u see around often so you weren’t scared, but he flashed his smile and showed to huge fangs before digging his teeth into your neck, but shit why did he have to make it feel so good why he did have to tease your body, praise and groan in your ear

Vampire scaramouche X female reader

Tw: Bl00d, M!rder, S//duction, Going to the club, Drinking,hndjob, f/ngering!, reader and itto get drnk

Featuring: Arataki gang(Mentions of ajax)

Word count: 1.67k

Scara masterlist

Vampire scara has tasted the blood of 100s of people but was never satisfied. Going from person to person, kissing and exchanging spit with them to make them high off of his taste then sinking his clean pearly white fangs into their neck. Only to pull away as the seduced individual took their last breath Infront of his hungry eyes. Humans were so weak, and could never satisfy his own needs to the point where he set himself up to live a 'normal life' in your town as a disguise. But you? You we're captivating at first glance. Watching you from a tree eating with the half blood oni arataki itto and his partner Kuki shinobu. Night after night he sunk into the necks of others. But it was never enough. He needed it to be you. He needed your taste.

"y/n! I know I can always count on my best bud to make the greatest, most aWESUM party's!" itto said cheerfully while banging his glass on the table. He chugged his 7th cocktail. At first it was a competition and your escape from figuring out scara was a vampire, but the two of you started rambling and giggling at the most random things as you tried to gain your composure so at least one of you could take the other home. "iTTO you FUCKING play with BUGS? your wEIRD AS FUck" You snorted and leaned back in your chair. "PSH im not WEIRD. Yourh Just mahd i ALWAYS beat you y/n in EverY single competition. You wanna KNOW WHy?" The drunk oni got up, making the liquid slosh around the table. "BeCAUSE IM. ARAHTAKI, BEETLE. GLAHDIATOR ITTO!" "HELL YEAH. THE SupREME. ONE AND ONI!." you both clinked your glasses, yours being empty as he drunk another round.

"8.." Scara counted, Who was sitting in a corner of the club with his legs crossed and hand covering his mouth, while the other rested on the sidetable covered with liquor glasses as he tried to tune out the bass boosted music and chatter of other humans around him to instigate on his neighbor and her compadre. The club was like a feast to him. 'Pretty' women dressed up in revealing and elaborate outfits from crop tops and booty shorts to elegant dresses as if they we're in liyue. Normally, Scara would put together any outfit since according to many of his victims "He has a beautiful face." Which was enough to sweep anybody off of their feet. But after spying on you and itto once again in the outskirts of narukami park. He decided to 'give it some effort' just for you. He wore the undergarments of his "wanderer" outfit. A sleeveless black turtleneck to let his muscular body glisten through it, shorts and gloves that followed up with a ring on his middle finger. Hoping that he could have you wear the matching one, A beautiful human that lived by themselves just barely getting by. And for that beautiful human, He had a special way of his own planned to praise you.

"Hey itto~~" You giggled while rubbing your finger along the cup. "Ya know who we should invite to come with us next time?" "ooo who who? mY Brou ayato?" "nO!" you slapped his arm. "Scara~ lets invite him next time~" Your legs then squirmed under the table at the thought. 2 days ago he invited himself into your house at 2am. Covered in blood along his mouth and chest, barely keeping his composure as he fell out on your couch. "Oh my archons, Are you okay scara?! D-did you get in a fight?!" You'd ask, but the fledgling vampire was just drunk off the taste of blood from a party his friend childe dragged him into, then drove him to your house after getting the address wrong. His mouth was agape while his eyes we're in a blur from the bright lights within your house. You ran to your kitchen and prepared some of Scara's favorite tea 'Well he does like tea- Maybe that'll help-' You then walked to your bathroom as the tea prepared and grabbed a small warm towel to put over his head. With a beep from the machine the tea was ready. You headed back to the couch after it was done. "Fuhking ajax..im gonna kill him when i see that..." His eyes adjusted, giving a clear view of your presence as you sat besides him, Placing the warm cloth on his head and blowing to cool the tea. The fledgling then stuck out his tongue. Watching you grow flustered at the view of his red dripped fangs. 'H-he really is a vampire...' You held his cloth up as he drunk from the cup, relishing in the perfect way you'd make his favorite drink. With a sigh of relief, You pulled away as he stood up to regain his clarity. He was your neighbor after all, Always knocking at your door no matter the time and inviting himself in by asking for the most random things like a cup of sugar to make his bitter black tea. Which surely didnt require him coming into your house, Getting comfortable on the couch while watching you eagerly pour him another cup with your ass on full display through your shirt and underwear. "Well..If your not responsible.. scara I wont let you come over anymore~" you giggled. "Oh really? Then i guess ill have to try just for you." He licked at his fangs.

Just thinking about it made the fanged puppet feel hotter and sweat more in the club then he already was as he gazed at your drunken and innocent form. God, scara wanted to claim you so bad. He didn't care if you we're or weren't a vampire yourself, he just wanted to taste you so fucking bad. Why keep going for hundreds of years unsatisfied when a beautiful woman like you was always around? Scara snapped out of his horny daze when a woman dressed in a black dress walked infront, then sat besides him. "Arent you a handsome man..All by yourself huh?" She leaned closer to the visibly not amused puppet, resting her head against his shoulder only to look down and notice his built body. "Dam daddy's got some muscles~ Think I can make you feel good down here too?" the woman edged her breasts on his arm as he began to get up to greet you and offer to take you to his home after dropping off itto. He jerked the woman's 'fility body' of his arm and she flopped onto the couch. He turned his head back to your table and the two of you instantly made eyecontact. Your pupils widened at the thought of your own neighbor seeing you in such a embarrassing state. You got up from your chair, Wobbling and bumping into a man behind you while running over to itto "i-itto Lets go home now, Kuki is gonna worry about you" The drunk oni wobbled up. "Oh yeah k-kuki heh heh she's gonna beat the hEll outta me-" You guided his chad body out of the flashing lights and chaos of the club. Which scara planned to follow you home until the woman got up again and tugged at his arm..again.. "Please~ it'll be fun~" she pouted. Just as he was about to give the woman a piece of his mind, his indigo eyes began to flicker purple and the back of his neck ached in pain from his electro binding, cursing his mother for bestowing him with this bloodlust. Reluctantly He gazed back at the woman with a large smirk on his face. "Mhm? Lets go to the alley then~"

The woman undid her bra as Scara had her caged under his arms. "Can you be rough babe? Want me to cry? " She looked up as he observed her body, Unamused. After moments of silence, He leaned into the females neck "Scream for me." he whispered, With a small gasp and drool seeping out his mouth he stung his fangs into the womans neck, squishing his body on her's as if she practically suffocated under his lean form, Her metaled liquid leaked onto his lips as she moaned out in pain. Making scara fantasize instantly of tasting you and your tits pressed against his sweaty chest. "Mph that's it...louder.. don't stop fucking yelling you slut~ you like it when I suck you dry?" He bit harder into the woman's neck imagining your sweet moans and pleads for him to stop. The woman pushed and punched at his built form, but only made the puppet more horny.

A familiar voice rang through scara's ears. He covered the womans mouth and kneel'd down to hide in the shadow of the alley. "I cant believe he saw us there itto- What if he thinks im some drunk loner? :( I love him" You sniffled while walking up to the uber.(Dont drink and drive!) "RelaX y/n the little vamp dude is our homie. He wouldnt judge us, I wouldnt judge you compadre" You smiled at the drunk oni. "Well im sure kuki is gonna judge you itto~" You both got into the uber. Itto leaned onto your shoulder as you began to text kuki of your arrival. After hearing the sound of the car rev down the street he pulled away from the now deceased female and spat back out her blood. "Disgusting."

--smut

The next morning you woke up to a ding from your phone.

From: Kuki Shino-bae: "Thanks for bringing the boss home! Hope you slept well and drunk water. Next time im coming with you guys :)" You sighed, knowing the next time you both hung out was gonna be another sober day full of schooling from shinobu.

You got out of bed and showered, Wearing a simple t shirt and shorts as you got a snack from the fridge when suddenly your doorbell rang. 'ugh.. its 5am. whos knocking at the door..' you took another bite, leaving your snack on the table as you walked towards the door. "Who is it?" "Its me. Open the door." You recognized that voice, It was your neighbor..The same neighbor who saw you drunk with your oni friend last night.. You turned the doorknob. "H-Hi scara! Its pretty early isnt it?" Your head was still fuzzy from last night, so you tried to divert the conversation. but you noticed he had a similar outfit on from it. A long sleeve turtle neck with black jeans and a dark purple belt. hanging from the side of it was a feathered shaped gold ornament. "I guess." You closed the door behind him, He walked around your house as if it was his own while you slowly followed, Leading into the hallway that was besides your bedroom. "Do you want some tea kuni? I can make some-" He cut you off, "Theirs no need to exchange pleasantries, Y/n."

He turned back around to you, leaning against the wall with your phone in your hand. "I saw you. At the club with that oni.." Your heart sunk as you away from scara. Preparing to be insulted by your crush. "Fuck you looked beautiful last night." beautiful? "As soon as i saw you, I couldnt take my eyes off of you..shit.. i want you." He rested his arms on the wall. caging you as he once did to a human before. Your breathing began to quicken as you we're both practically within nose distance of eachother. "S-scara..." "Do you want me y/n?..You said you loved me right?" the ornament jingled as he leaned closer against you. "Y-yes..I do love you scara.." "Then can you be a good girl and take it for me?" "T-take wha-" he stuck out his tongue and pointed, You saw his clear white fangs before but never this close... "is this your first time? Have you been bitten before.." he sunk his face into the side of your neck and began licking along it. you smelled divine to him, your already sweet smell along with your lotion. Even before he heard or saw you in that alley he knew it was you. "S-scara~ dont lick there its-" "Answer me. Did another vampire touch you." he trailed his other free hand along your waist, seeping under your shirt and up to your chest. "Did they fucking tell you how beautiful you are baby..How good you smell~" "N-no..Scara~" he chuckled while pulling away from your neck and looking at your plump lips "Thats even better." He smashed his lips against yours, exploring your taste before he began to make you high off his. Only to moan as your tongue intertwined with his eagerly, making you drop your phone. "Hah.. you dirty slut~ if I knew you wanted me this bad..I would've sucked your blood a long time ago." You whimpered at the thought. "Hm? You want me to be gentle~?" He sunk back into your neck, removing his hand from your cleavage to hold your hand. "It'll feel good baby~ now be good and take it." He licked his lips and groaned, devouring his teeth in your neck. "S-SCARA~ MMH~" You squeezed into his hand and squirmed as his body smashed against yours and your boobs squished against his chest. "Mmm. Oh shit..you taste so fuhking good. That's it baby~ let me hear you~" your metallic liquid gushed onto his fangs, coating them in a beautiful red. The ecstacy of it all threw scara into a frenzy. He yearned for you for so long, tasted and killed so many. But it was never enough.

He needed and finally had you. His hair ran messy as his body burned for more. He let go of your hand, making you gasp again as he shifted down into your shorts to your wet clit. Rubbing two fingers back and forth around your bud as he jerked harder into your neck. "S-SCARA PLEASE~ OH FUCK~" you trailed your hands down his chest, feeling his sweaty abs, leading into his v line and cock. "Fuhck..that's it baby, your doing so good for me. Just like that...touch me more..." You stroked his hard length as it leaked pre cum onto your fingers. Your vision began to feel fuzzy at his aggressive biting and rubbing on your clit. We're you loosing to much blood? "Tell me baby, ngh how fucking good I make you feel. Like a bitch in heat-" he pulled away from your bitten neck, gasping as his drool began dripping down your shoulder and onto your chest. "Ah..you make me feel so good scara~ i-i cant-" "can't what baby?" He moved his fingers down from your clit and into your aching hole. "I-M' gonna cum scara~ m' so close~" "good..that's my- hah~good girl, cum on my fucking fingers, don't stop stroking me." You recklessly stroked his length. Rubbing along the tip and wherever you could touch as his fingers thrusted into you. "S-Scara! D-daddy m' gonna cum. i-" "then do it. F-fuck cum on my fingers, let me taste it~"

You looked at his now glowing eyes. Striking a cord within you and In a matter of seconds your liquids gushed all over his hand as he soon followed with his coating your shirt "God..even your cum taste so good~" he said while licking his hands clean. You fell into his chest after coming down from your high. "W-wait..S-Scara my neck is it-?" You coated your neck with your free hand, happy that the wound was healed, little did you know his bite mark still lingered on you like a hickey. "What? Don't tell me You thought I was like one of those vampires in those stories. Scared of the sun and garlic?" Well he did wear a hat. He sighed as you looked away in embarrassment.

"Tch. how childish." of course it was healed..how else would you make it to the next round?

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[ethereallocs]

Such A Good Girl

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen II x Y/N Handmaiden Reader

⚠️Warning(s)/Content: 18 PLUS🔞/No Minors, Swearing,CNC,Sexual Activity,p in v penetration, loss of virginity, Domination,Spanking,Assplay, pussy slapping, breeding.

Summary: You were sent to bring Prince Aegon his wine.

It had been quite a long day for you waiting on the hands and feet of the royal family. Finally, the day was almost over for you and you found yourself in the kitchen cleaning up what was left of tonight’s feast when the head handmaiden sent you to Prince Aegon’s chambers. “Y/N, Prince Aegon would like a pitcher of wine sent to his room. Make haste.” She ordered and and bowed in acknowledgment. “Yes, mi’lady.”

You were honestly rather hesitant about going, but you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. You heard rumors of his interesting appetites and some experiences different from others. Some of the handmaidens loved their time with the Prince and the other half well let’s just say you didn’t see much of them anymore. You were disgusted by his nature truly, but it wasn’t your place to say so you usually kept to yourself when listening to their stories.

Maybe he wouldn’t find you attractive you stood at about 5 feet tall, with pitch black hair, auburn eyes, your lips were full and your frame was small but curvaceous. “Nevermind that..maybe he already had a lady in his company.” You thought to yourself. Quickly filling a pitcher and bringing a goblet for him to drink from.

Once at his door you knocked and announced yourself. “My Prince I’m here with your wine, may I come in?” You stood with your ear to the door before he opened the door suddenly almost causing you to fall into his chest. Staggering a bit you stood up straight while he moved aside to let you in. You hesitated for a moment and quickly entered.

Placing the wine on the small table that stood a few feet away from his bed you turned to leave, but he stood in your way. “Is there anything else you need from me, my Prince?” He smiled and slowly circled around you, with your head down he lifted your head to look into his eyes. “No not really, but I could use your company..come sit.” You smiled nervously.

“My lord..I have many chores to finish before the night is over. They will miss me.” He chuckled “Once they realize you’re with me you will be pardoned I promise now sit…” He command and you followed his orders. “He grabbed another goblet that already had and poured himself a cup and one for her as well.

You held onto the goblet taking small sips watching him pace around you. “So what is your name?” You looked at the wine in your cup. “It’s Y/N, my Prince.” He slowly pulled your bonnet from your head letting your hair fall to you shoulders. “A beautiful name for a beautiful lady…Are you a virgin, Y/N?” You were shocked by such a question making you even more nervous than before. “ye..yes sir I am.” He smiled and licked his lips before placing his cup down and taking your away as well.

He leaned over you letting his hands slowly ease down the bodice of your dress causing a shiver to go up your back. Your breath hitched within your throat and he inhaled your scent growling lowly letting a hand wrap around your throat, whispering into your ear. “I want you to get undressed for me..and lay across my lap when you are done.”

He sat down and waited for you to get up. You looked to him. “My Prince, I don’t think this would be a good idea.” His brows furrowed in confusion. “I said to get undressed and lay across my lap..so DO IT!” You jumped, standing to your feet. He smiled and nodded while you slowly removed each layer of clothing until you were completely nude in front of him. You blushed looking away while he looked over you hungrily. Your heart pounding against your chest, you walked toward him and laid across his lap.

His hand slightly rough slowly caressed your supple skin. His fingers gently trailed down your spine until he reached the top of your ass. He let his hand dropped to slowly rub circles around your ass and he let happy moans bellow from his chest. “Now you know I’ll have to punish you for making me wait so long, my little dove.”

She couldn’t say a word before he raised his hand letting it come down hard against her soft flesh. You mewled and whimpered grabbing onto the fabric of his pants. He reveled in seeing your pain you looked so beautiful like this. He laid down another harsh smack causing you to yelp and moan.

The burn from the sting wasn’t as bad as the first. He was happy with the red flushing to your ass cheeks with each smack that he laid. You moaned with each one and started rubbing your thighs together hoping for relief, but he noticed your efforts and placed his hand against your warm mound. “Ah ah, your moving to fast, my dear. You’ll get to release when I’m ready.” He could feel the slick of your juices on his hands and he smiled at what he caused before licking his hand clean before laying down a harsher smack. Your body jumped and you shivered; your cunt throbbing in excitement.

“Such a good girl.” He cooed stroking your hair with his free hand while his occupied one rubbed your ass to soothe it before his long fingers began explore between your supple cheeks. He could feel the tight rosebud against the tip of his finger and it made a moan vibrate in his chest. You became nervous but somehow it felt good. He removed his finger getting it slick with his spit before slowly pressing against the tight hole as it gave way slowly giving his finger entry.

You winced but soon the slight pain subsided and he slender digit slid in and out. “I didn’t think you’d be this much of a slut, little dove. Shall I go a bit further?” You didn’t say a word but those delicious moans let him know to continue. He push a finger into the wet warmth that was your cunt and you almost came undone from the intrusion.

He curved his finger inside you, letting his finger tip rubbing against the soft spongy flesh. “Your doing so well, Y/N. I can’t wait to fill you with my cock…” He sighed grabbing your thick tresses with his free hand. You looked so beautiful writhing in total bliss, his cock stiff and throbbing against you belly. He wanted to feel more of you…no he needed it he picked you from his lap and laid you down on his bed with care. Looking over you he smiled at the mess you had become.

Your chest rising and falling waiting for his next move. He dived in between your legs biting the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh leaving a soft kiss where the marks of his teeth were left behind. He looked into her your eyes slowly lapping at the bundle of nerves that rested between the pout lips of your cunt. The taste of you made him groan. Your head went back while your hands grabbing onto the sheets of his bed balling them up between your fingers. He smiled at such a reaction and continued to suck your sensitive bud until he felt you tense up. “Ah..ah..ah not yet.” He pulled away slapping your pretty little cunt.

He loved seeing you like this he could see himself looking at your face just like this every hour of the day. Standing to his feet he removed his pants revealing his thick, pulsating cock. Climbing between your legs he rubbed the head against the entrance to your heated core. Breaking past your maiden hood you winced and he pulled you close. “Hold onto until the pain passes, my love..” You did as he said and a moan slipped as he buried himself into you slowly staying still once he couldn’t go any further to let you adjust.

“Please, keep going…” You pleaded in his ear no daring to let him go. He placed soft kisses down your neck to your collar bone before pulling back to thrust forward. “As you wish, Y/N.” He bucked his hips into you as you writhed beneath him in utter pleasure. He smiled loving to watch how he made you feel. He could imagine anything more beautiful then you beneath him just like this. Your lips pressing against his desperately trying to muffle the sounds that just couldn’t help but fall from your lips. “That’s it’s….take it…” The pleasure was becoming too much to handle and you were so close to coming undone. He reveled in your pleasure and loved how your eyes begged him for release.

“I will let you cum…but you have to give me one thing…” You could hardly think…you’d do anything he asked if he could keep fucking you like this. “Yes..my Prince…anything..”, You muttered. “Give me an heir…and become my lady wife..?”You were in shock but too occupied to refused…, “Yes, my Lord. Whatever you wish give me your seed..please.” He pressed his lips upon yours fervently before burying himself into letting his hot seed pour into you. While your climax finally piqued with him. Aegon laid on your chest dragging his fingers across your stomach. “You’re such a good girl..”

#aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen smut #aegon ii fic #aegon x y/n #aegon the second #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #hotd aegon

[vexdeotherobot]

The spider and the Ballerina’s lovely night

I said I would do this so here it is!

WARNING: Some Smut is in this story and I am and inexperienced with these kinda stories so yeah…

Enjoy!

A another not so happy day in hell smoke is rising in the blood red sky, demon vultures feasting on the flesh of the dead sinners,but things were about to change as we make are way to the home of the Carmine family. Carmilla had long day she had to host a meeting with some of the overlords about the exterminations will they continue or will they stop?Zestial could not go because Carmilla asked him to look after Clara and Odette but when she arrived home she almost laughed at what she saw

Carmilla:Hello my lovelies

C and O:Mother!

Carmilla hugs her daughters and afterwords sees Zestial…wearing makeup

Carmilla:How’d it go?

Zestial:Despite some troubles I hath a pleasant time they were on their best behavior

Carmilla: Wonderful because I need you to look after them again tomorrow you think you can do it again?

Zestial:Of course I’dest be delighted

Carmilla: You’re a life saver *kisses his cheek* hey sweethearts! You wanna hang out with Zestial again tomorrow?

C and O:Yeah!

Few minutes later after Zestial cleaned off the makeup applied by Clara and Odette and made his way to the bedroom, he noticed Carmilla with her hand on her head and a bottle in the other.

Zestial:Carmilla? Is everything alright?

Carmilla: *sigh* Zestial I don’t know what do…These extermination meetings are driving me insane.

Zestial did like seeing Carmilla like this, stressed with the amount of weight she carries on her shoulders. He would do anything to make her feel better.

Zestial: Is there anything I can do to help thou My sweet?

Carmilla wasn’t sure but the fact that Zestial was here to comfort her always made her feel special a feeling she never had with her old ex husband.

Zestial: Carmilla a lovely woman like you should not the stress of others put you in this state it hurts me to see this beautiful woman that stands before me hurt herself. For this woman has red eyes that sparkle like the sky and sea, beautiful skin that is the soft to the touch, gorgeous white hair that no matter what style is true beauty, and Lucious lips that when made contact with another is truly a new world. Carmilla thou art truly everything I have desired in a woman.

Carmilla: *almost cries* Oh Zestial~

Carmilla pushes Zestial onto the bed for she has come up with a new way to “relieve” her stress.

Zestial:C-C-Carmilla What art thou-?

Carmilla:Shhh Zestial you have done so much for me and my daughters and now all I wanna do is return the favor, I want to show you something not many men have ever seen. I want you to see me Zestial see what belongs to you under all this~

Zestial:Carmilla I-I…Art thou sure you wish to do this?

Carmilla:Shhh

Carmilla proceeds to take unbutton the shirt she was wearing and under it was this beautiful black flowered lingerie. Zestial gasped and gulped before the goddess in front of him as he felt something strange between his legs.

Carmilla: My my what do we have here?~ looks like someone wishes to come out and play~

Carmilla Pulls down Zestial’s pants before the buldge of Zestial’s big cock nearly slapped her.

Carmilla you hid this for so long from me Zestial and now it’s mine~

Carmilla licked and kissed her way up Zestial’s cock before making her way to the top and slowly shoving the thing into her mouth and as she sucked Zestial while he is indeed in hell he felt like he was in heaven.

Zestial:Oh…Carmilla…Ah~

He was nearly there Carmilla could taste it, so going a little faster before Zestial couldn’t take it anymore

Zestial: Ahhh~

Carmilla tasted it she couldn’t get enough of his precious cum.

Carmilla: So glad this is mine now Zestial I think you deserve a reward~

Carmilla began to unclip the lingerie braw and as she did revealed the most beautiful pair of breast

Carmilla:Zestial you may touch me you’ve earned it~

Zestial: They art beautiful Carmilla.

Zestial wrapped his hand and long fingers around Carmilla’s breast as Carmilla proceeded to remove the rest Zestial’s cloths.

Carmilla: Zestial you are so gentle with me I’ve never been treated like this

Zestial: Carmilla I desire thee more than anything for thou hath given me pleasure so I shall give you pleasure~ Zestial moves into a position where his head is near Carmilla’s beautiful womanhood using his tongue to open her pussy lips and have access to the pink insides and as his tongue dove in Carmilla has never felt such pleasure

Carmilla: Ah…Zestial…Mi amor…deeper~ Zestial:Thou taste good Carmilla

Carmilla could feel that she was on the edge and Zestial could taste it

Carmilla:Ah…Ah…Ahhhhhh Zestial~

Zestial wouldn’t waste a single solitary drop of Carmilla’s pussy juices. After all was done, tired Zestial and Carmilla collapsed on the bed

Carmilla:You were amazing mi amor~

Zestial:So were thou Carmilla~

Carmilla:Now Zestial this beautiful body belongs to you. You have given me and my children so much to live without you that would be torcher Zestial I love you~

Zestial:Carmilla while do reveal in screams your beautiful voice is what reveal in more than anything I love you too~

Zestial and Carmilla make out as they both drift off to sleep, but what they didn’t notice is that Valentino went to talk with carmilla and when she didn’t answer he went to the window and heard moaning as he liked this he recorded and plan to use it for his films.

Valentino: Now this is good shit

Carmilla: VALENTINO!!!!!!

Valentino:Fuck

Hope you enjoyed it!!! again I’m inexperienced with smut fanfics so if this isn’t very good my apologies, tell me your thoughts in the comments below

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[sanjisblackasswife]

hiii! I saw that you already did dad headcanons, but I was wondering how you think those same boys would react to hearing the news about their s/o being pregnant. And how would they break it to the crew?

A/N: OP Boys As Daddies Here! Enjoy!

Next part will have Cora and Law <3

Monster Trio React to Their S/O Being Pregnant (SFW)

Cw: VERY SLIGHT mentions of abortion

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft., Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Sanji

I mean it was bound to happen.

Not saying Sanji has a breeding kink, but he has a breeding kink. He got with you and just didn’t know wtf pull out meant.

Plus he does not believe in condoms.

But none the less Sanji would be a treat to tell

It was after dinner and you and Sanji were talking as he cleaned and you wanted to let him know gently because he was a very dramatic man.

“Ji… how do you feel about kids?”

He answers you with glee, he loves kids, he always wanted to have a little family of his own with you once you all achieve your goals. It actually ends up calming the nerves you began to have.

You kept asking baby questions and eventually he turned around and caught on.

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“Y/n….what are you trynna tell me…”

“….”

“…”

“I am pr—-“

The words didn’t even come out of your mouth yet his eyes lit up like a light and he grabbed you tightly crying on your shoulder not even believing you at first until you brought him the pregnancy test.

He still has it btw.

Sanji somehow had a suspicion you were pregnant. He knows your body better than yourself, so even though he cried a little he was happy that his assumptions were correct.

You both didn’t even sleep that night, you just kept talking about your future. You had to hold him to keep him still he just couldnt stop jumping around

As for how you both announced the pregnancy he wanted to tell everybody at breakfast so he made a feast. When Robin asked what the occasion was he grabbed you by the hand and told everyone.

“Y/N and I….are pregnant.” :)

Luffy: Men can’t get pregnant…

“LUFFY!”

None the less it was super sweet and honestly you becoming pregnant changed him in a pleather of ways.

He became more mature, protective, vigilant, calm, and even slowed down on his simping for other women. Because now that you have his baby inside you

You both are his only focus now.

Zoro

He didn’t believe you but Chopper was the one to tell you both actually which was really cute because they both nearly fainted.

Also He actually doesn’t understand how you could have gotten pregnant

“UM???? YOU CUM IN ME EACH TIME?!”

“Yeah, but i thought after you take a shower it all comes out.”

Bless him

Though his reaction is a bit …delayed best believe he does become happy.

Shocked, but happy.

He will respect your decision whether you want to keep the baby or not but deep inside he hopes you keep it

But thank God you do!

You actually caught him doing that and teased him all day.

He becomes a damn menace though.

He steals parenting books from the library and reads them after training. Even though he acts like having a baby isnt a big deal he is internally panicking.

He wants the best for both you and the baby and it shows in the most annoying way though.

He doesnt even tell the crew yet because he believes them knowing would stress you out

However Zoro is doing that all alone himself

“What are you doing?”

“I cant get up?”

“Its not good for the baby!”

“….i have to pee….AND IM LIKE 2 WEEKS PREGNANT AND IT IS???”

The crew found out because Zoro was upset

You and Zo are known for drinking together alot but of course you stopped and plenty of people began to notice everytime you turned down a drink.

You were sitting on Zo’s lap by the fire with everyone and even Luffy was drinking except you.

“Y/N are you sick? Why arent you drinking?”

“She cant.”

“Why?”

“Because i said so, Luffy.”

“Youre not the boss of Y/N she can drink if she wanna—“

“SHE CAN’T IT’S NOT GOOD FOR THE BABY!”

Cue in the dramatics.

Zoro to this day slaps his head thinking about how harshly he made sure YOU and Chopper won’t spill but he ended up doing it himself.

But his worries were diminished realizing the amount of well support you both got from the crew since then.

Zoro puts your safety above his every single time and actually gets mad when you don’t listen.

He takes more care of hisself and he isn’t too reckless when he is fighting. For the first time in his life he knew his life was worth taking care of for his future family.

Luffy

Doesn’t get it, but he is a good sport

When you and Chopper tell him he just can’t understand???

“Who’s baby is it?”

“YOURS OBVIOUSLY!?”

“I thought you said if i pull out you wouldn’t get—“

“PULLING OUT BEFORE You ejaculate not AFTER—“

Not until you’re about 2 maybe 3 months and showing is when he finally registers he is going to be a dad.

Every month up until then he looks at you and wonders why you don’t drink, fight, or any thing that you usually do until FINALLY Law explains it to him like he’s 5.

Now that he is up to speed about you being pregnant he suddenly becomes pregnant?

You got cravings? So do Luffy.

You want cake and tacos at 2am

Bless Sanji heart because Luffy do too

He actually ends up gaining a little bit of weight but it wasn’t even noticeable really, he trains too the rubber man really just bulked up

Luffy was showing his concern of being a father to Robin alot. He didn’t want to worry you in thinking he didn’t want the kid especially if you were willing to rid of the baby if he suggested.

Overrall during pregnancy he intrust the crew to watch over you when he leaves. He has complete trust to make sure you are okay and well and healthy.

A few cute things is he will have some moments where he stretches out his belly to bump yours, talk to the baby, sing to it, and even place his hat on your tummy always reminding him or her that their daddy will be the king of the pirates.

You honestly believe you having this baby has matured him in ways you didn’t think was possible.

#one piece #TimikosMonsterTrio #one piece headcanons #black reader #one piece x female reader #sanji #sanjionepiece #sanji imagine #sanji x black reader #sanji x reader #one piece x black!reader #zoro headcanons #black foot sanji #zoro hcs #one piece scenario #female reader #x female reader #luffy headcanons #ronoroa zoro #luffy #one piece zoro #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #donquixote corazon #one piece fluff #law headcanons #law scenarios #trafalgar d law x reader #law imagine #Timi

[gentleanddamned]

Saw this quote on Twitter and knew I had to write something and now I have this writing blog now dedicated to monsters x black! fem reader stories. if you like this and want to see more monster x black! reader stories, let me know.

"enough about daddy dom vampires. what about vampires overwhelmed with bloodlust. what about vampires begging on their knees for just a taste. what about making them lick your bloodied fingers clean with tears in their eyes and saliva pooling down their chin trembling with effort" (x)

Please.|| Vampire x Black!Fem Reader

Triggers: mentions of blood, blood drinking, cardiophilia, just a whimpering mess of a vampire and the human he adores.

minors dni.

On a moonlit night, the immortal returned to you.

He barely made it to your door before he fell to his knees, fat bloody tears falling down his pale cheeks. He could not move or think, neither man nor monster, just a pile of wanton longing for your blood on his lips.

There were others like him who would tear a mortal from collar to pelvis at the climax of their blood rage but not him, never him. He would sooner sob into your chest in unyielding thirst than lay a finger on you in violence.

The burning in his throat made him genuflect when you opened the door in your silky nightgown, worry gracing your features for the ancient creature weeping openly for your blood.

You knew the routine by now, inviting him to crawl through your threshold, body contorting in pain and lust for just a drop, just a single drop to make him more docile company.

"Please." A tender plea tumbled from the vampire's mouth, two slender glacial fingers pressed into your wrist, each beat he counted to steady himself a gospel to his ears while you reached for your sharpest kitchen knife.

A simple cut into your finger to begin, his hands clasped behind his back and head tipped back to receive such a blessed communion, drop by drop till he was sucking on your finger, choking on blood and mewling.

"Please." This plea was warm and rich as he ran his hands up and down your arms, leaving sticky kisses on your brown skin before standing to his feet.

"Please." He growled, behind you before you could blink, gently tipping your head to the side, the soft click of his fangs revealing themselves to you before sinking into the flesh of your neck.

"Please." You moaned, limp in passion as he supped you, his hold up on your waist tightening to keep you from crumpling in pleasure, delighting in the sticky wetness that blossomed between your thighs the more he feasted upon you.

"Please." You muttered some time later, the weariness in your voice and growing pause between your heartbeats signaling to him that it was time to stop, less he condemn you to a life of eternal groveling like him.

As he tucked you into bed, neck bandaged, hair and body wrapped in silk, the monster wept again, scarlet tears not of lust but something else entirely.

"Thank you."

#vampire x reader #vampire x human #monster x reader #vampire x black!reader #monster romance

[lunavenefica]

⛤How To Celebrate Samhain⛤

Samhain, Celtic New Year, is the passage, threshold, conclusion and beginning.

It is the darkness from which everything begins, the silence from which the first vibration will arise, that initial void that must be in order for birth to take place.

Precious and necessary time. Time of rest and silent listening.

Threshold of this passage, of the limit between life, death and life, Samhain is an open door between the dimensions of time and existence.

The guardian of this threshold is Hecate, an ancient goddess who holds the keys of this Celebration.

Fairies and spirits are especially active on this night.

It is equally one of the many times to honor and host dead ancestors.

Prayers and food are left on the door steps and altar doors are left open and additional chairs are set outside. 

Hearths are clean and home hearths are rekindled by a sacred common bonfire that is lit by rubbing. 

The patron God and Goddess of this festival are the Dagda and the Morrigan.

On this day, spirits and fairy creatures invite mortals to spend a year together on the Hill of Delights with them; the druids act in the opposite direction, writing messages for the dead and entrusting them to the fire. 

With the food and drinks of the afterlife, wine, beer and mead, they feast for the duration of the festival, which takes place from a minimum of 3 days to a maximum of 6 weeks, including meetings, battles, prophecies, spells and ritual sacrifices, in honor of the god of fertility Dagda and his wife Morrighan.

In the Celtic tale "The Wasting Sickness of Cuchulainn", the feast of Samhain is celebrated for a total of 7 days, of which 3 before and 3 after the party night.

To worthily celebrate the full circle of existence we must recognize the reality of death and physical decline as natural events, not as something to be ignored or hidden. 

To these energies we must now pay homage but at the same time we must remember the new life that will come.

The Holly King teaches us that death is an end but also a beginning. 

Let us keep in mind the lesson of the ancient Celts and do not indulge in sadness!

⛤Little things to do for Samhain:

Collect acorns, giving an acorn to friends and family as a wish for good luck.

Toast the local orchard with ale and cider in thanks for a copious harvest. Part of the harvest was left on the trees to ask for a good harvest in the coming years.

Apples were also buried to provide food for the spirits waiting to be reborn.

Before pumpkins were introduced, turnips were carved outside and lit with small candles. They could then be placed on the windows or carried in procession around the neighborhood to ward off diabolical intentions.

Scary stories were told throughout the night until the crowing of the cock drove all the fairies and spirits back into their world.

Stones marked with the owners' names were thrown into the fire and recovered the next morning. The state of the stone indicated the person's luck for the coming year.

But you can also:

Invite your friends to dinner, dress up as witches and ghosts, decorate your homes with Halloween pumpkins and celebrate traditional games by trying to grab the sacred apples hanging from a string or floating in a basin with our mouths of water!

You can have fun carving and digging pumpkins and turnips, inserting candles in them to expose them to the windows or balconies of your homes.

Finally, it is a moment in which in order to favor our regeneration, we can ritually abandon all the things of the past that we must or want to leave, abandon (let die) the things that we do not like in our life. 

We can then write these things on slips of paper to burn them in our Samhain fire, which can also be a black or otherwise dark colored candle.

You can say a phrase three times like: "The so-and-so thing has come into being, the so-and-so thing has its season, and the so-and-so is going away!" Then, the slip of paper is burned in the flame.

We can then, more simply, give away or burn those objects that we no longer like.

It's time to give up bad habits, to change your life! In fact, before the new growth can begin, the soil must be fertilized with the remains of the previous year's crops and with the waste (if there were no death and decomposition there would be no Life).

An undoubtedly more complex ritual, but one that is worth performing, can be performed in our homes. 

At sunset, the eve of Samhain, all the lights in the house go out and you stand in front of a black or dark candle. We hear the old year that is about to die, we remember all the good or bad things that you have experienced, we remember the people dear to you who are no longer there, and when we feel ready we light the candle saying: "I welcome them with this light. spirits of those who left before me. Welcome! ".

 Let's take a cup or a glass full of wine and drink some, after having said: "To the dead!", Leaving a few drops. 

We can then light a special candle for each of your dead friends or relatives: it can also be white or colored candles. 

To light them we use the dark candle, and with the same candle we also light the Halloween pumpkin lanterns, if we have made any.

After doing this we take a plate or a tray where we will have put some bread or sweets (you can use the "sweets of the dead" if there are typical recipes in your area) and we invite invisible friends to share the food with us. 

Always leave a few portions.

Then, taking the dark candle, we go to all the rooms and turn on all the lights, maybe just for a few minutes.

Let's go out the front door and throw a coin: it should be silver but a common coin will do anyway.

We say: "Money on the floor, money under the door" and leave the coin on the floor for a month, perhaps sliding it under the doormat. It will bring good luck to our home.

Let us meditate on the meaning of this holiday and leave the door of the house open to let our invisible friends in!

⛤Isidora ⛤

#samhain #halloween #happy halloween #spooky season #celts #celtic wicca #wicca #paganism #pagan wicca #samhain celebration #spells #witch aesthetic

[jiminiecrickets]

Can I request a drabble of how Oc met seven days a week Jk's friends ?

Only if you want to ofcourse!

sure, here you go :)

sfw.

"all of you, behave!"

"keep talking to me like that and i'll show you be-having!"

"stop stealing my clothes, damn it!" jungkook cries, wrestling the black top with a boob window out of taehyung's iron grip. "i'm not wearing that in front of him!"

"you wear that in front of us." a smug smirk stretches across taehyung's face. "you wanna be seen as mature and good wifey material, huh? ooh, somebody's got a cru-ush..."

the two-storey house was in shambles. on paper, seven people doesn't seem like an alarming number, but put into practice, it was like constantly dealing with the morning after a frat party, with the front door constantly opening and shutting and nothing ever being where it was yesterday. it only ramped up tenfold when jungkook wondered if he could his new boyfriend to movie night, with seokjin darting around the kitchen to make a feast and everyone else cleaning up and stuffing unfolded clothes into their closets and shutting the doors before everything fell out.

they hadn't even formally agreed yet. jungkook asked if they'd mind if he introduced his boyfriend to them that week and they immediately scattered and began making preparations, as if they were part of a hive mind.

it was sort of sweet, but this had never happened to anyone else's partner. he was afraid you'd be scared off. why was he being singled out like this?

ding dong!

"everyone to your places!" hoseok shouts, launching himself onto the couch and grabbing the tv remote, slouching casually. with a little more dignity, namjoon takes a seat next to him, and jimin leaps over the back of the couch to perch on the armrest like a small bird. yoongi closes his laptop by the coffee table and pulls his headphones down around his neck, feigning interest in the reality tv show playing.

in the kitchen, seokjin rolls his eyes with a smile, carrying dishes to the table. taehyung helps with the drinks, carrying the eight glasses in his hands like a girl with too many things and no pockets to carry them in. jungkook runs to the door, tugging it open.

he nearly faints on his own doorstep. he blinks the admiration out of his eyes and swallows, propping his elbow on the edge of the door frame. "h-hey."

"hey, yourself," you reply, amused. "are you alright? you look a little red."

"i'm okay," he giggles, messily brushing his hair out of his eyes. you smile fondly and card your fingers through his bangs, pushing them off of his forehead. his face grows redder. "um – come in, come in! we're just finishing up. you can put your shoes there."

"thank you. nice place you have."

"thanks! we had to get out of the city a bit to find a place with four rooms that wasn't going to put us in debt, but public transport's pretty good so it's not really that big of a deal. did you get yourself here okay?"

"you chose a hell of a place," you chuckle. "it was a straight line and a few lefts and all of a sudden i was here. you're only a few minutes from the highway."

"yeah," he breathes, watching your lips while you talk. he clears his throat and glances down, but that doesn't help much, because you're dressed like a supermodel and can't help his wandering thoughts. "yeah, uh – so, d'you wanna meet my friends?"

he's so bad at this.

"i'd love to, jungkook."

he takes your hand with a breathless grin and guides you out of the foyer, clearing his throat importantly. on cue, everyone stops what they're doing, and they smile and wave in your direction.

he introduces them in order of proximity, pulling you into the living room to sit you down while taehyung finishes with dinner. seokjin skips over and slaps his hands down on jungkook's shoulders, beaming at you and offering his hand. you take it and shake firmly.

"call me jin! so, our jungkookie says you're pretty well-off."

jungkook nearly breaks his neck to stare at him in horror. "what? i – shut up, i'm not a gold digger!" he turns his wide, sheepish eyes to you, considerably softer. "i didn't say that. well, i-i did, but it wasn't the only thing – they kept bugging me about it, i got so tired of it so i just—"

"don't panic, jungkook." you laugh softly, placing your hand on his thigh reassuringly. all of his friends hone in on the casual touch like a guided missile as you address them. "yes, i don't struggle, but it's not that interesting. i'm happy to treat him, but we are equals. he doesn't owe me anything."

he blushes, swooning all over again. it seemed to have been the right thing to say, because his friends are all over you for the rest of the night, swallowing you into their friendship and adding you into a group chat so they can get to know their youngest's boyfriend better. eventually they will hang out with you without jungkook because otherwise he'll never let them near you <3

#asks #jungkook x male reader #seven days a week

[authormars]

listen if it was abt what I want it would be all of them . take a random guess/pick one you love the most and bless us with war au-

We'll go with the heaven one, as that one has an actual, well thought out story (and Barb doesn't die in this version)

Heaven and Hell are at war (Thanks Demon King!!) Diavolo is around 20k years old (4k years younger than he is in my normal au) and Lucifer is around 19k.

Before the war, there's a meeting to try and get them to make peace again. There, Diavolo meets Lucifer for the first time. They happen to stand near each other before the meeting and Diavolo immediately thinks "SAINTS AND SINNERS HES GORGEOUS"

Lucifer is an archangel at this point, so he's very, very powerful and is always around the other three (Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel) When he catches Diavolo staring, he glares at him and goes "What do you want, demon"

Diavolo's immediate thought was to reply "Your hand in marriage" but he knew better. He simply awkwardly smiled and looked away.

Skip a head a couple hundred years, war is waging, Hell is losing (as they do) Diavolo is out on the battlefield, enjoying fighting, killing angels and such. Though, Barb stops him from killing a certain six angels when he crosses their path.

In one battle, Diavolo encounters two of the archangels, Michael and Lucifer. He manages to get into a fight with Lucifer (mainly for his own fun) but then manages to defeat him. The other angels retreat, not realizing they left one of their own behind, and Diavolo takes him as a prisoner of war (which both sides are doing)

Lucifer is not happy to be locked up in a room, in the basement of the castle, in Devildom. But he can't do anything because magical handcuffs prevent him from using magic. Diavolo visits him all the time, growing fond of him (though Lucifer seems to hate him more every time)

Diavolo's father suggests they do an experiment on him. See what happens when an angel indulges in sin.

Diavolo does the easy one first. Wrath. He steps inside of Lucifer's room and allows him to fight him, allowing him to win, on occasion. Then, gluttony. A starving man loves a feast (and ignores his virtues).

Diavolo took notice that Lucifer's pearly white wings had begun to grey, and not from dirt given the angel cleaned them every day.

Diavolo continued with each sin, slowly watching his favorite angel descend from heaven, slowly becoming corrupt and sinful.

The final two proved to be difficult. Lust and sloth. Lucifer's wings were nearly black, one sin should do the trick. Yet, the angel never seemed to stop doing anything. He would pace or talk or scratch at the walls. Anything to keep him busy. So, Diavolo resorted to lust.

It took weeks of befriending the angel, then months of getting him to fall in love with him. Once he had finally turned his wings black, the war was lost and heaven wanted its angels back.

Heaven was not happy when Lucifer returned, wings as black as night. But the Father said what happened was out of his control, so he was allowed to stay.

Lucifer found himself strangely missing Devildom. He didn't have to worry there about being the perfect angel. Around Diavolo, he didn't have to care as much about anything.

And when Lilith happened, Lucifer fought and lost and fell

In the end, Diavolo got his favorite angel and Lucifer got his prince.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #dialuci #obey me dialuci #obey me diavolo #obey me au

[sasukimimochi]

Word Count - 1112 ; Warnings: depiction of animal death, injury... (i'm not sure it needs more warnings but pls let me know if theres anything u think needs to be warned for).

.Shattered Reflection✦.

- .✦Breaking Dawn. (The origins of Shattered Reflection)

Wei Wuxian grabbed the nearest weapon from the wall as he shoved some shoes on quickly, not wanting whatever was tussling the chickens to get away with hurting them or even worse before he could get outside.

He hated having to get up in the middle of the night if an animal came and attacked the livestock, but Lan Wangji was doing it every time and he was still so sore after putting up a new rain water collection system, so he wanted to let the other rest more since he himself did much less.

He felt like he should probably take something a bit better, like a bow and arrow, but he was fairly confident in fending anything off as long as it wasn’t a typical wild dog, which he would definitely shout for Lan Wangji to come help him with, as brave as he wanted to be.

He greatly underestimated what was out there, however.

“Hey!” Wei Wuxian shouted aggressively as he ran out of the house, sickle in hand. He had to present himself as aggressive, otherwise it’d be hard to scare off whatever was in the-... the…

coop…

Wei Wuxian completely froze up, face pale and eyes wide on the dark, hunched over figure in the chicken coop. He could hear the sickening crunch of bones, the tearing and snap of flesh as those sharp teeth and claws broke through skin and feathers to feast.

The beast inhaled deeply as it lifted its head, red dribbling off its jaw in sickeningly slow, syrup-like drips…and turned its head directly to the frozen Wei Wuxian, who was so afraid he dropped his sickle with a quiet clang.

Lan Wangji was alert already because of the noise and Wei Wuxian’s shouting, but he sat upright immediately when everything went virtually quiet other than the subtle clucking of scared chickens. His heart dropped however when he heard his husband scream, and not just any scream, but one that he made when he was genuinely terrified. Usually, this just meant a dog or coyote, but something seemed much more urgent and terrified with the nature of it.

“Wei Ying?!” Lan Wangji jumped out of bed, rushing out without even grabbing his shoes. 

Wei Wuxian was pinned to the ground by a massive black werewolf, and he had dropped his sickle many feet away.

Lan Wangji didn’t have time to think. He rushed forward, grabbing the sickle from the ground roughly and dashed towards his husband and the wolf. In seconds, in what felt like an eternity, Lan Wangji took such a tight hold of the fur of the werewolfs head and cut it’s head off in one urgent, messy motion.

Wangji threw the head away and wiped the blood off his face so he could see, and leaned down to check his husband over. “Wei Ying! Wei Ying, are you alright?” He took his trembling husband into his arms, dropped the sickle, and rushed inside.

Wei Wuxian was bitten. Lan Wangji cleaned the wound immediately, drained the bite area, and applied medicine, but…

“There’s…a chance we didn’t do enough.” Lan Wangji tightened the wrappings, brow furrowing. “I’m sorry…”

“L-lan Zhan…I…you did what you could. I’m…I’m glad it was me, not you.” Wei Wuxian leaned into his husband’s weight, feeling the other bring his head in to rest upon his shoulder.

“Wei Ying…” Lan Wangji didn’t agree, but what were they to do? They’d not seen one of the creatures before, and it was quite the shock for both, however…he couldn’t imagine how stressful it could become for Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian shook his head and leaned it into the other’s, closing his eyes. “We’ll know if…If something happens by dawn, right? So…I just have to stay awake until dawn. We’ll know for sure.”

Lan Wangji pursed his lips and leaned against his husband’s hair, closing his eyes tight. “Mn…will be here for Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian actually made it through most of the night, so by the time early morning was set to arrive, he was feeling pretty hopeful.

“Lan Zhan, see? I’m strong. Everything will be completely fine.”

Lan Wangji gently pet the other’s hair back, eyes low in worry. “There is still time left. Don’t move too much.” The bite of a werewolf worked by poisoning through moonlight. If they moved too much now, there was a chance he wouldn’t make it through the morning without his body entirely changing.

“Of course, I won’t move…” Wei Wuxian frowned and scratched slightly at his arm, where the bite lay near. “I…It feels uncomfortable.”

Lan Wangji gently pulled the other’s hands away. “I’ll look. But stay still.”

He wished though that he hadn’t, when the bandages fell away.

Lan Wangji tensed, staring at the still bleeding wound with hiked shoulders. The skin around the area was colored somewhat with blackened lesions, and hair seemed to be sprouting from the area in small tufts. “W-Wei Ying…” He swallowed tightly, “It’s…” What they hoped wouldn’t happen.

Wei Wuxian was hardly listening, whimpering quietly as pain seemed to periodically ripple from the open lesion. “Lan Zhan…it’s…ngh!” He grits his teeth and curls up reflexively, trembling in his husbands arms. He fought the feeling, but how could you fight something that was already in your system? And he was losing the battle. He knew it, but he fought anyway.

Lan Wangji grimaced as he listened to his husband cry in pain, the snaps of his bone rearranging under his fingers and muscle spasms that followed. “I’m here. I’m here Wei Ying…”

His husband was no longer a small trembling body in his arms as time passed. He became full and soft, but with claws and teeth and hard angles.

His husband whimpered, and it wasn’t the sound of a human.

The sound made his husband bark and cry in fear, which only made him even more afraid. Lan Wangji covered his ears and buried his face in the fur atop his head, humming quietly to his husband in an effort to calm him. 

His husband was no longer human. He didn’t get to him in time.

“It’ll be okay…” He tried to comfort him, but until Dawn broke and his husband’s skin was once more against him, he was terrified.

Wei Wuxian was so tired and weak as the sun filtered through the room, finally able to calm down now that the sound of his own voice wasn’t what he was most scared of.

“Everything will be okay.” Lan Wangji whispered into his hair, gently petting down his husband’s spine one stroke after another.

“Everything will be okay…”

They had been through so much together, and this would be…quite the challenge, especially for Wei Wuxian…but they had each other. He held the man tight, the tremble fading away into exhausted sleep.

They would always have each other.

They will figure out what to do.

“It will be okay.” He whispered, with a gentle kiss to his husband’s temple. 

“It will be okay.”

-

This is something i'll casually update, i'm not sure how much i'm going to do of it but i of course got hooked on my joke idea of "wwx as a werewolf who is afraid of himself" and so, here's the origin of how he became one.

The setting is for now in ancient china but LWJ is a farmer (they still know how to fight tho, how much idk? cuz werewolves kinda throw a wrench in the mix of things. i need to design them before i feel like a decision is really made).

but anyway i'll post the other thing i prepared after i get some sleep i'm exhausted ; w ; i'm still recovering but i wanted to get this one up during the weekend at least as i said i would. remember, GOM isn't uploading this week; but i will be posting two things i already wrote to compensate for it. I have a Clash of Immortals bonus chapter (yes a whole chapter) set in the future where they're already established i'd like to finish the sketch for so i can post it next. i just gotta sleep though for a bit i'm so tired- the one that's coming is rated explicit i'd say so make sure you have mature posts set to "show/blur" and not "hide."

the sketch i did is more like a cover art and more metaphorical i believe than a literal scenario! i'm having trouble thinking but if you've read this far you know those things didn't happen here XD i wanted to sketch something with a lot of symbolism.

Thanks for reading!! 😊💖✨

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hello lovely! Surprise, surprise, I have a request 😄

If you would be so kind as to indulge me with prompt number one for Angel please 🙏🌻

Thank you! 😘

I would be more than happy to, darling!

"Woman! Why'd you always hide my stuff? Where's my wallet?"

Your casual response comes from behind the magazine you're reading. "Coffee table."

"Clean boxers?"

Oh, you hadn't noticed he was nude, lowering the corner of your magazine for a little visual feast. Who'd blame you? "Washing basket in the kitchen."

"Making me late with your fucking neatness!"

"But I always know where everything is, honey." Your sweet chirp is met with more muttering, Angel's boom almost deafening when he strides through, tight, grey boxers now covering two of your favourite parts of him. Yup. You love those buns. And the dick on him? Exquisite.

"Jeans! Where did you put my damned jeans!"

"You threw them behind the couch in a drunken fit of passion, proclaiming you never wanted to wear them again!" He'd been... frisky upon his arrival home the previous night, as he always was when he'd been out drinking.

"Could have fetched them out for me, goddamned chicks, man. Can't just help a fella out."

"Angel?"

He turns to you, pulling himself back into the black denim he swore the abandonment of forever just ten hours before. "What?"

You put your magazine down, reaching for him, trying to plant a kiss on his lips, his mild fury turning to comedy as he lifts his head out of your reach. Damn him for being such a giant. "Nope, mamas. Ain't getting no sugar!"

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”

He does. Finally.

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[thesistersarcheron]

Pairing: Feysand Rating: E Summary: Every court has their own Great Rite with unique, ancient traditions. The Night Court’s priestesses have played coy with Rhysand since he inherited the throne last year about what imbuing the land with his power really means; all they tell him is that he is meant to spend the night in the Night Court’s mines while everyone else gets to attend the orgy without him.  He doesn’t expect to find Feyre, a faerie made of crystal who leads him on a chase deeper and deeper into the mines as the Rite’s magic overcomes him. ———Check out Chapter 1, Chapter 2, go to my masterlist for more, or read this fic on AO3 here.

Gravel crunched under Rhys’s thin slippers, shredding the delicate silk to bits as he ran. He cursed them—despite being traditional court attire, they were more suited for lounging in a pleasure hall than chasing his female into a cave—but did not dare to take the split-second pause to snap his fingers and pull a sturdier pair of Illyrian boots from one of his pocket dimensions. Didn’t dare… and didn’t trust himself to retain the clarity to perform such complicated spellwork as more and more of his mind slipped into the wild, wicked embrace of the Night Court’s magic, giving over all thoughts but those of her.

He licked his fingers clean as he sprinted after her, testing the honeyed sweetness of her pussy. A lesser male—an untrained male—might have let his eyes roll back in his head at the delectable burst of flavor on his tongue. 

But not him. 

His cock strained in his loose pants, pulsing insistently at his first taste of her, but he kept his sight trained on the distant shimmer of his quarry as he tracked her. He ran at top speed, dodging drooping stalactites and the larger hunks of worthless, discarded rock that obstructed his path. He didn’t bother winnowing in anything more than short bursts; the ground was too unstable, the rocky terrain too liable to shift and send him tumbling down the slope that led into the heart of the mountain. No, he thought as he reached down to adjust himself with his damp hand, he would keep his attention fixed on his fleeing female, the delicate taste of her, and the plans he had to feast on the source of it as soon as he snared her.

Forty paces ahead of him, that golden head turned. Her aquamarine eyes widened as she caught sight of him, glittering, and Rhys grinned back at her. 

I’m coming for you, darling.

The surprised O of her mouth—such full lips, made to be worshipped and licked and fucked in turn—tightened into a sharp line, and without even looking, one of her rose-quartz hands whipped out, grasping a stalagmite to steady herself as she hauled herself around a sharp bend and out of sight.

A growl tore out of Rhys’s throat, and he put on a fresh burst of speed as she disappeared.

Don’t let her get away, don’t let her get away, don’t let her get away, his mind chanted to the distant beat of the drums. Mine, mine, mine.

A male from any other court might have struggled to find the black nook where his lovely little gemstone had shot off to in the dim cavern, but he was the Lord of Night. The dark was his to command, his to master; it had been since birth, and he would show her that he was the most powerful male in this court, this land, that he would stop at nothing to win her, that the song of his magic started singing sweetly in tune with her own the moment he’d touched her, dragging his fingers through her silken hair.

Just as soon as he caught her.

He found the pitch-blackness beckoning him, welcoming him to follow her into it.

Lovely, he huffed through a panting breath as the slope evened and then built into a steep climb up a wall, is too soft a word for her. 

His female was clever. Cruel. Cunning.

And he had to have her. 

When he cast his mind out, searching for her consciousness in the dark, he found an echo of desire and shame and the heart-twisting thrill of being chased. On a better day, one where his own mind wasn’t floating away on the Cauldron’s swirling eddies, he might pin that oily shame to examine and obliterate it. 

Tonight, however, there was only one thread he could follow, a desperate, needful thing that said, Chase me, want me, find me. Don’t let me get away, please, please…

Rhysand snarled. Mine, mine, mine.

The cords of jewels clicking and bouncing against his back strained and snapped. Beads clattered to the ground as his wings finally unfurled, pushing against the damp air in the cavern to help him balance and haul himself up the damned cliff his female had climbed. The tips of his fingers tingled and stung with similar magic, and he curled sharp, unbreakable talons into his next handhold as he climbed.

The beast he’d kept chained in the far reaches of his mind in the long months since he had ascended the throne growled, starved and ravenously hungry, and Rhys’s vision doubled as he reached the ledge at the top of the wall. He hoisted himself over as another ripple of scales raked across his skin—a full-body shiver, one that was pleasurable instead of revolting this time.

And try as he might, there was no suppressing it now. No rational thought remained to leash the urge to let the beast break loose. Not as he caught sight of a splash of pink light against a far wall beyond an archway and launched himself after it.

The beast reared, beating against the walls of adamant in Rhys’s mind. Night’s magic pulled against the smooth bricks, aiding the brute force behind them until they cracked and crumbled. 

Its primal voice rumbled, filling Rhys’s thoughts until they were one creature, one mind that thought only two words as he rounded a corner and found her.

My mate.

She was breathing heavily. Her arms were wrapped around her middle, and she hugged herself tightly as he watched. The cavern around her was low-ceilinged, the walls studded with fist-sized gems, and a long, slim slab of shining black rock lay at its center, bordered on three sides by a small lake that reflected the glowworm’s gentle light.

Waiting.

“What a pretty little altar.” The words fell from his lips unbidden, echoing off the glassy surface of the lake. “Thank you for leading us here, love.”

Cornered, his gemstone whirled on him, and he found himself staring into eyes glittering with fresh tears. His heartstrings tugged as one slipped down her smooth cheek, and he opened his arms to her—to embrace her, to soothe her, to claim her.

Her jaw dropped, and she took a step backward, brandishing a finger at him.

“You.”

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