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[grislyintentions]

Fontaine-Inazuman Diplomacy w @mangher

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if money wasn't an issue, what would lance like to eat (more) often? does he have a favorite dish?

"No limit on money?" He had to think for a moment, cause there was just so much he's never tried out there due to lacking in it. "Damn, uhm, probably something like those twelve-course meals you can do at fancy places. Curry is really big on my list, just so many variations and whatnot. To be able to just sit and eat dish after fish? I'd love that. But I guess, a specific thing would be meat, steaks, ribs, wings, thighs - y'know? Oh! Those big fuckin', whajamacallit, the Texas BBQ drums people make. Gods, I'd love to get my teeth into one of those things. Yeah, that!"

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[vartouhix]

@mangher

When she was three, Mama told her that everyone had a soulmate, and she would be able to hear her soulmate's thoughts--maybe even see visions of what her soulmate saw, hear things her soulmate heard, etc. Mama said it was a skill that had to be developed, but most everyone got the hang of it naturally over time.

"That's right, little one. You're mine," came that deep, now-familiar voice in her head. A man's voice that she'd been able to hear for as long as she could remember.

Jangmi smiled brightly. "I hear him, Mama!" she'd chirped.

"Oh?" Mama had given her a pleased little smile in return, kneeling down and tucking a stray lock of pink hair behind her daughter's ear. "Have you ever asked for his name?" The little girl nodded her head enthusiastically, pleased with herself for having been so clever to have already thought to do so. "What is it?" Mama asked.

With a twinkle of excitement in her eyes, she exclaimed, "His name is Sukuna!"

Mama's smile fell. She gripped Jangmi's shoulders--tight enough that it kind of hurt. "Don't you ever tell anyone else that," she whispered. Her eyes were wide and frightened. "Don't you ever, you hear me?" Jangmi just stared at her, tears filling her eyes, worried she had done something wrong. Mama shook her. "Jangmi, tell me you understand!" The tears fell down her cherubic little cheeks and Mama swept her up into a tight hug, a hand petting the back of Jangmi's head. "Oh, my baby, my baby. I won't let them take you away from me."

As she grew older, she learned that Sukuna was a vengeful god--that he alone had the power to destroy the world and wipe out humanity, and it was the congregation's job to worship and appease him. Or, that's what the Father said in the village church every night. He said that one day Sukuna's consort would be reincarnated, and they would find her and deliver her to him. Mama had gripped Jangmi's hand tightly every time he preached about it. The Father told them all to bow their heads and pray that they find her so they may give the ultimate sacrifice to their god and win his favor. She barely heard Mama's breathy prayer over the others' whispers. "Sukuna, please have mercy. Do not take my daughter away from me."

Visions from Sukuna were how she'd known that a human brain was gray, even before learning it in science class. He cut the top of someone's head off once. She knew what it sounded like when a person tried to breathe through a throat filled with blood. He sliced someone's throat open. She knew the temperature of a corpse hours after he'd killed a person, the taste of human flesh in her mouth as he devoured it, and the smell of sex when he raped his victims. And always, always, she heard his voice.

"Come to me, little one."

She had nightmares that he came in the night to steal her away, murdering her parents in front of her, setting her village on fire, eating the corpses of her friends.

As the years went by, her mother grew increasingly neurotic and paranoid--deranged. She took Jangmi out of school for fear of someone finding out their secret. At first, she forbade Jangmi from seeing her friends. When she caught Jangmi sneaking out, she locked her daughter in the master bedroom that had the bathroom attached, so she wouldn't need to come out. And when Jangmi was eighteen and wanted to leave home to go to college, her mother beat her just for the idea. She got her first broken bones from it--broken ribs from being kicked.

Her nightmares now included her mother, abusing her.

The idea of running away became more and more attractive of an option, even though she knew the stories that fate would always bring soulmates together, no matter what. Her mother had tried to fight fate for years, but her luck came to an end one night when Jangmi rushed her and knocked her head into the dresser, making her fall unconscious. Jangmi hastily packed a duffel bag and stole her mother's money to run away.

And so the red string of fate was finally free to unravel.

#mentions of: #tw: cannibalism #tw: cults #tw: religion #tw: death #tw: rape #tw: abuse #mangher #mangher: sukuna #au: a darker dream that has no ending

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╰┈➤ ❝ [ "there's... there's so much of it," ruska panted, legs still spread where he was laying, his twitching abused hole leaking thick globs of cum. he was in daze, a little overwhelmed from it all, but his omega was excited, preening, purring. "I could have... triplets from this load alone," he moans, still feeling full. rex was incredible. ]  ❞

he was still coming down from his rut. this time he also had an omega tend to him and rex was honestly not sure how often he had knotted him those 3 days. his memories were overall rather hazy... but his post-rut was certainly a phase where he just had too much to give, willingly and knowingly. his alpha had claimed ruska constantly the past three days, he wanted more of him.

"i have more," he murmured. he mounted ruska again, hard cock sliding back into the omega without any sort of effort. he supposed with how often they had sex that ruska could even take twice his size. "i am about to burst." truly so, it only took a few more moments, a few more lazy thrusts and rex shot another huge load into the omega... ah, why wasn't he calming down at all?

#mangher #( rex > answer )

[magiirealism]

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#i'm the video game boy; i'm the one who wins! (ooc) #<33333 #mangher

[ekleipsi]

addie had quickly weasled her way into his dumb little heart. the fact that he now had two people he cared about was something he didn't know he needed. it was like a missing piece was found and he felt content with where he was, despite the hiccups and struggles in the past. there was one more hurdle he wanted to get over, something darius knew needed to happen. "addie, i... would you, would you like to meet lance?"

--- Having grown closer to the other in the last several months of employment, Adler would be a liar to say she hadn't come to care for him. Impossibly so, beyond what was simple professionalism. It was possible that was a mistake, she knew, blurring those lines...but it wasn't one she'd come to regret, instead tilting her head curiously as Darius began to speak in a manner that had her pausing in her work.

--- Equipment and instruments were carefully set aside to dedicate her full attention to him as he began to speak. Slow words, hesitant and laden with trepidation as if he were nervous to speak them aloud, but she said not a single thing until he'd gotten them out. Meet Lance? Brows lofted, halfway to hairline, as she blinked her surprise at the question posed- Darius had always spoken so highly and so tenaciously about Lance.

--- The one person he was even more protective of, she'd come to notice, as the sole reason he'd even accepted her offer of employment was to provide for his companion. Just what their relationship was, the depth of it, was still beyond her but she was sure with time, she'd come to understand more. Even so, she bit her bottom lip and then gave him a small and understanding smile. ' Yeah, I'd like that a lot. You always talk about him like he's the sun, how could I not want to meet someone so important to you? '

#moonlit mongrel | adler | ; #mangher #LISTEN #I KNOW THIS IS MONTHS LATE #BUT IT'S STILL SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS TO ME? #and i really think they're adorable and his dedication to lance is so sweet? #nvrcmplt

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╰┈➤ ❝ [ [ stuff ] — my muse comes inside of your muse

osaatsu, with osamu having cummed inside atsumu three times by now, just panting over him, catching his breath, arms shaking as he holds himself up. he leans down to lick a long stripe over atsumu's neck and just murmurs "one more" and starts fucking him again. ]  ❞

”did you just cum again?” wait, was that the second or third time? atsumu had somehow lost... count. no, he hadn’t been paying attention to anything really, nothing except for his brother’s cock inside of him. he tried to catch his breath and failed miserably. “w-wait, wait---i---samu” nothing more than a few broken moans left his lips, barely registering the other’s tongue on his neck before those hips started moving again. his whole body felt like it was on fire, sensitive and all his senses were on an all time high. he had no idea what to do anymore, not like he could think about it when the nth tear dropped down his cheek, hands trying to hold onto something while squeezing his pillow helplessly.

he was probably leaking onto bed, but he couldn’t see, one cheek pressed up against the mattress as atsumu simply stared at the wall ahead of him. he was just clenching pathetically around osamu’s dick inside of him, which abused his prostate over and over again. the feeling had his toes curling and eyes rolling back in their sockets as he mewled, keened and cried out his brother’s name, tongue peeking out as the boy forgot to close his mouth again.

“w-wanna cum... samu...”

#mangher #( ic > atsumu ) #( atsumu > v002 ) #( atsumu > answer ) #[ y u do dis samu

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       @mangher​     //     unprompted  ( always accepting )

Ruska came over for a visit again! This time he brought with him a sweet treat for Orion! Poor guy worked so hard and Ruska wanted to cheer him up. The treat he got was Candied Ajilenakh Nut, which he heard was supposedly something close to the one found in Snezhnaya. That's a good gift right? A thoughtful one, yes? Ruska was excited to share it, so the moment he saw Orion, he skipped over to him, nuzzling his cheek with a cheerful "I got you something!" as he handed the neatly wrapped box of treats to the other.

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   Orion was usually content keeping to himself both in and out of work.  He worked best alone,  after all,  and yet Ruska still went out of his way to come and visit him  -  despite all of the rumours and whispers that spiralled about him.  Did he ever try to truly dissuade the other,  though ?  Seemingly not.

   Instead attention was easily drawn away from the sensitive documents in hand,  sky blue eyes seeming to light up briefly as a small smile eventually lifted his lips as a chuckle slipped free.

   “ I’ve told you before ,  you don’t have to worry about getting me gifts all the time . ”  Even with those words,  it was hard to deny that such a joyous,  excitable  greeting didn’t bring about some sense of comfort in a way.  “ Come .  Let’s get inside and out of the cold ,  hm ? ”

#⋞ orion ⊳ in character ⋟ #mangher #⋞ whispering winds ⊳ asks ⋟ #he gets met with affection from ruska and can't help but smile a little

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@mangher / continued from here

"you're right. i shall take a small nap." he smiled slightly when yuuji more or less cupped his cheek. weird to think this little twerp was more of a mother than he had ever been a father. but without work he wouldn't be able to afford this flat and a proper life for his little one. not going to say anything else, satoru walked over to his bedroom. he hadn't been lying there for even 5 minutes when sleep caught up with him.

it was only much later when he felt something poke him, that the man opened his eyes again to look at his boy and yuuji. was the hour already over? felt like it passed in the blink of an eye. maybe he should at least take a day off next week, just to get a good rest. he owed it to yuuji, who was always taking such good care of his baby boy.

"well... teach me your ways." he smiled over at yuuji, easily picking his boy up from the ground.

#mangher #( satoru > thread ) #( satoru > t002 ) #( satoru > au baby )

[grislyintentions]

@mangher : whispers the only one she knows is "babygi" --- /is shot

He does have babygirl energy, doesn't he?

#mangher

[nvrcmplt]

"Hold still..." Darc has a frown on his face as he helps Lance out. His grip is a tad too tight when holding Lance still but the cloth soaked in disinfectant is gently dabbed at the injured spot. His eyes seen to bore more holes into his friend, various emotions swirling in his chest and mind. Darcy didn't like seeing Lance like this, but he also felt pride in being able to help. But there's another thing that rose its head; an urge. He can't help but stare at the small drop or red that trickled down slowly, how it left a trail of red behind. Darius is but a weak man, controlled by instinct most of the time. It's not like he thinks, rarely he does, leans over to catch the drop on his tongue. He licks his way up, following the path the drop had made all the way to the wound, the cut. Lips press against it rather firm and parted just right, to allow his tongue to swipe over it, again and again. There's a weird pleased sound at the back of his throat, making itself known.

He didn't really know when it happened but a cut on his shoulder, just behind it - on his back was oozing red. He only noticed it really when he got home after wandering for jobs as usual and he got itchy. When he went to itch he flinched at the stinging and when looking at his fingers, he was red. So, thankfully Darcy was home after him, just in time. Though when he showed the other his shirt, the blood patch was bigger than just a mere cut. Stripping with Darcy panicking was a moment flailing, but Lance soon was put in his place. Sat in front of Darc who had the first aid kit out and whimpering as he does at the sight of any blemish on his body.

A picture was shared, seemed like a deep scrape that pulled skin, Lance didn't really know when it happened but it came to him eventually. The wall, he was pushed into it by someone not paying attention. He guessed the shock of being ran into dulled the actual injury and with it just weeping into his shirt - he didn't feel it with his focus being elsewhere. Now though he could feel the pain in it, specially with Darc cleaning it out with the tweezers, cotton ball and sharp scented disinfectant.

Speaking of which, made his bow his back with soft hisses as the cleaner got where it needed to be. "Am tryin'." His huffed reply to the others ask for him to stay still, he closed his eyes and rolled his knees up to his chin to rest on them with a huff. He knew he could have a nap whilst Darcy fawned over him like he was losing a limb instead of just this but he liked the attention, the care, the softness they had with him. Made him feel something better about himself, that he wasn't just on the cusp of the world, someone with nothing for them anymore but in Darc's world. He was his everything.

Staring across their room and taking in the small possessions they had, he was startled when he felt something warm and wet trail down his back only for it to be trailed up. Head about to raise to ask what that was, he found himself choking on his words at the sensation of lips… Of Darc's nose on his skin, of his hair tickling his shoulder, their touch hot all of a sudden to his cool self. "…hh?" The sensation rattled him, it hurt, in an irritating manner of it being pressed on, but the rest of it? The licking? Lance felt like it was racing down his spine. His skin blotching in clear blush - one that shot up his nape and ears, his face a victim to the shade as he tensed and breathed a little heavier into his knees.

Fingers twitch, the stinging and the soothing licks shouldn't feel like this to his current hurt but it was rattling hard in his mind as he sat there. Disbelief and yet not at all, in the same moment. Darcy was… has been a little more handsy recently, over the pass few months at least. Something changed in them that night of confessing a little bit about being each other's safe space. Lance, was starting to understand things a bit more here and there but he couldn't say for certain he was completely knowing upon what it meant to be just each other's everything… Was this part of it? Darcy's tongue on his skin? His lips kissing his hurts? The grip around his stomach that was growing tighter?

He felt his lashes close, shuddering with an unexpecting pleasure zinging through his thighs. His groin hot, and cheeks burning - he knew, he knew he was hard. Not an idiot in that nature but to be aroused like this? It was scary. So, he did as he always did, in moving to smack at Darcy's knee as he clenched his thighs tighter and glared over his shoulder --- though being as red as his jacket in the closet, he didn't say anything else but squeeze at Darcy's leg to get him back on planet earth. "H--- hurry up, I need the bathroom." Because he was going to run, and run and run and run. Darcy couldn't see him like this, not in this state - but he couldn't bleed everywhere - getting blood out of the floor would cost extra.

Sanity before rage, hold it, hold it.

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[vartouhix]

@mangher continued from x

"I would never be jealous over you, the fuck are you on about?" Yet, he has his arm around her rather possessive, fingers just slightly digging into her hip. He's jealous. Definitely. "Just let me remind you, darling, that you're mine. And those guys are nothing compared to me." Measely little maggots. Sukuna considers how bad it would be if his car got a few new dents.

Obviously he's not gonna do it.

Maybe.

No.

Definitely not.

"S' why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be with the brat?"

She bites her bottom lip to hide the little amused smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and takes a step closer to him to relieve some of the pressure on her hip, and to be closer to him. When he calls her that, Jangmi can't tell if it's affectionate or condescending, at least not at the present moment. "I don't think it's a matter of reminding me, but rather reminding them." On the word 'them,' she glances to the other side of the party, where the guy who had been unsuccessfully talking her up is still looking at her ass in her brown houndstooth miniskirt.

Jangmi tips her head at him. "He said he needs to lie down for a bit first. Feeling queasy from the alcohol, I think. The idiot is with him," she explains. Looking down at the red solo cup (that a completely different guy had handed her before she found Sukuna), she purses her lips a little in displeasure and holds it up to him. "D'you want this?"

#v.t #mangher: sukuna #mangher #au: my heart is all i carry

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╰┈➤ ❝ [ "cum in me~!" teru moaned, sobbed as his smaller body was jostled despite addam's weight on his back. "nngh-- a-ahh, ah, oh!!" his vision blurred, eyes crossing and rolling back as he feels the knot pop in the first time and then being pulled out with a pop. "hiiii!! y-you'll get me, you'll get me pregnant-!" teru squeals, moaning soon after as the knot pops in and out a few more times before finally locking in place. his mind goes blank, his orgasm hits hard, making him cry out, sobbing, repeating addam's name enough times until it slurrs enough, syllables dropping, leaving him with nothing but the word for "dad", which is repeated again and again, even when he collapses onto the bed, catching his breath, feeling full. hiccuping as he slowly comes down from his high. ]  ❞

it was crazy how fast teru rolled back, how he begged for his knot and then struggled as if he couldn't adjust properly, but addam did not let go. he asked for it, so he'd get it. the alpha was situated right above teru, arms wrapped around his body, keeping him locked in place as addam pushed in his knot, once, twice, thrice, eventually fully bottoming out, one thick spurt of cum pushed into the boy after another. a groan slipped past his lips, his cock seemingly not calming down at all until the knot started to loosen and without moving at all, teru collapsed onto the bed, few drops of cum rushing down the inner side of his thighs.

addam got up, cleaning himself off before looking over at terushima. "when you do manage to get up, i'll better not find you sneaking under the blanket or riding my cock again." a regular occurence? more likely than he ever thought, although it excited his alpha, his rational side would have loved for terushima to simply remain his little baby boy...

but when he asked... addam could never refuse.

#mangher #( addam > answer )

[searching-mage]

starter for @mangher​

Today was just a normal day for Teanna, at least it should have been. The single woman was minding her own business and shopping when she felt a presence behind her. One that seemed to make the old shopkeeper tremble in front of her. Turning her, relatively modest, kimono clad body she turned to see a man before her. Red eyes meeting an equally piercing gaze. Well whoever this man was she could feel there was a reason for the shopkeeper to be so scared.  A part of Teanna even knew to be afraid of the man, but for some reason she wasn’t. Instead her gaze stayed on him with the same relative indifference that she gave others. It came with her looks sense she looked more like a foreigner than anything, despite having been born and raised in this land. Just made things easier when dealing with rude or ignorant folk.  “I’m sorry sir. Am I in your way?” The smaller woman finally said. Showing her politeness but still unsure of who was before her. Bringing along the whispers from those who watched. 

#mangher #*word vomits.* #I am soooo rusty on writting.. #Also take your time on this dear

[frcsthearted]

      @mangher​     //     unprompted  ( always accepting )

Nanami crosses his arms, arching a brown while looking at Yulia. Almost like a parent would before scolding their kid. "Have you been causing trouble?"

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        Well  shit  ...

   Almost immediately she found herself freezing up,  a hand instinctively gripping at the hem of her skirt.  So he’d heard of what she was up to earlier ...

   “ I - I wouldn’t say I was  causing  trouble really ... ”  Yulia quietly mumbled.  “ I was just ...  Trying to find someone to help me train a little is all ... ”

#mangher #⋞ one step at a time ⊳ in character ⋟ #⋞ whispering winds ⊳ asks ⋟ #wHEEZES.... nanami pls

[poppydedicant]

Starter for @mangher​ ‘s Terushima

“Clouds were ever ones to surround you, but it seems now they’re fiercely entangling within each other... turning into something bigger, fiercer.” That’s his idea of starting a conversation. Who could blame him when he was so invested in all kinds of disasters? Terushima being one in the making, -- by the redhead’s own standards-- how could he stay away? He would not beat around the bush but go straight into the case at hand, if there even was any. Crossing his arms, he took a relaxed tone and demeanor before uttering another word.

“Tell me, what has been eating away at your brain to even keep you from paying attention to class... or your classmates?” Yes, it did seem like the boy had his mind somewhere distant, dark... Where, though? What was it that dominated him, as of late? Oh, his curiosity -- for lack of a better word -- begged to be sated in his seemingly tranquil silence. 

#mangher #;; Wherever I go I'm an outsider ;; (College verse) #Here it is! Hope it's good!