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blkkizzat · 8 months

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ꨄ︎『Sneaky Links』ꨄ︎ (PART 1)

Sukuna x Reader (Mentions of Yuji x Reader)

18+ Minors - DNI

PART 1 of 2

Summary: Y/N is a dickmatized manipulative brat. Sukuna is Sukuna. Poor sweet Yuji is collateral damage. CW: cheating, rough play, unprotected sex, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, sukuna being toxic, y/n thinking with her pussy not her brain (but it’s hard not to when you got that wet wet). WK: 3.1k of 8.5k Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: All I do is eat hot chip and bump Spotify so nearly everything I write has song(s) that goes with it.

Sukuna POV: I Mean It - G-Eazy (this mv is so unsrs but I'm criiiine imagining Sukuna as G-Eazy in this video lmfao) Reader POV: You Right - Doja Cat (not like Sukuna couldn't be The Weeknd POV here but he's so much more of an asshole than that)

Enjoy!

‘2:37 AM’. Fuck.

You had to stop looking at the clock, it was only making you more restless. Usually sleep came to you easily as the peaceful dark of your room and light snores coming from your boyfriend Yuji would lull you into a comforting slumber each night.

You sighed.

Your head lay on Yuji’s chest and his arm was loosely draped around your waist. This has become your typical sleeping position since moving in with each other. You have only been living together for over a little over a month now. But living with Yuji was great, even if your apartment was smaller than you would have liked.

Despite the both of you being full fledged sorcerers and risking your lives constantly, exorcizing curses didn’t pay the best salary. You wanted something bigger but it was cheap enough to allow the both of you to save for something much better down the line.

It was Yuji who had mentioned that fact to you, to both console your protests and to hint at more promises for the future. That had been enough to make you giddy and you would have agreed to live in a closet if it meant you could be together.

Sure, Yuji could be a little clueless at times but he always tried his best to make you happy. The two of you rarely had any disagreements even when you were being a stubborn brat. His easy going nature took your faults in stride, meeting your needs without complaint.

Yuji was always doing sweet things for you like waking up a bit earlier so you could drink your coffee (that he always burnt) in bed. He would shower you with soft kisses to coax you awake with a wide grin and a whispered ‘good morning’ that made you feel warm just remembering it.

You really couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

You were happy with Yuji.

You love him and are very happy with Yuji.

Sigh.

So then why exactly is your mind torturing you with thoughts of the cursed object inside your boyfriend taking control of his body and fucking you dumb into the mattress?

You caught yourself unconsciously chewing your lip in nervous anticipation.

Your mind couldn’t allow you to sleep because it was filled with Sukuna, The King of Curses and every jujutsu sorcerer’s sworn enemy.

Your enemy.

How could you let it come to this?

You felt guilty but it’s not like you had asked for this to start happening. That said, you made no real attempts to stop Sukuna thus far from showing up to fuck you before disappearing again like a thief in the night.

Rode hard and put away wet, he used you on his whims and it had been happening more frequently ever since the first week after you and Yuji moved-in together.

The fateful night it started was the night of your housewarming party, ironically enough.

You honestly didn't even want a damned housewarming, you recalled looking back. You thought it was impractical and a bit embarrassing to throw a housewarming for such a small flat.

Everyone would be on top of each other the entire night.

But Gojo had insisted, promising to supply the drinks and food which automatically had Yuji on board, so you just gave in. Anything to get Gojo out of your hair and seeing Yuji so excited made you smile.

The housewarming itself went well until the six eyed sorcerer had suggested a ‘friendly’ drinking game. All which would have been fine if Gojo hadn’t brought over what he called Reggae Punch.

However, it wasn’t the standard recipe of peach liqueur and oolong tea you could find in any Tokyo bar. The dark orange drink Gojo concocted was a heavy mixture of actual punch and different liquors that you couldn’t identify until you were already 2 cups in.

The son of a bitch. He had literally tricked y’all into drinking Jungle Juice.

You were already faded as hell by the time the game started so you eliminated yourself early on purpose.

Yuji, who was a good boy and never even took a sip of alcohol until he was legal earlier this year, actually thought he stood a chance at winning against his seniors. He foolishly joined-in with earnestness.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, the night ended as expected. Yuji was beyond shitfaced.

His head hung heavy and was barely still on the low chabudai table by the time Nanami (the winner) had dragged a drunken Gojo out of your apartment, who was still singing songs from the pricey digital karaoke machine he had gifted the both of you earlier in the night.

Maki and Yuta, sensible enough to stop drinking early like you, had already left.

Meaning Nobara, Inumaki and Megumi, all pretty lit themselves, had the near impossible task of dragging Panda home which you did not envy.

With everyone gone, getting Yuji into bed proved a far easier feat than expected.

You had left him some ibuprofen and pedialyte on the nightstand and a small bin next to the bed just in case he woke up and felt sick. You really didn’t mind taking care of your boyfriend who always took such good care of you.

You just wished it didn’t have to be this night. This night when you realized for the first time that mixing that much alcohol in large quantities just went straight to your pussy.

Pleasing yourself usually wasn’t an issue but after you pulled the second yet still unsatisfying orgasm from yourself is when Sukuna had made his appearance chuckling at your failed attempts.

Admittedly, you were terrified at first.

You had been dating Yuji for two years but Sukuna didn’t often show himself and he had never even addressed you directly before. It was dangerously easy to forget the most powerful evil sorcerer in existence was residing rent free inside your bf’s soul.

Nevertheless, you were hard up for a real release at that moment. A cloud of lust fogged your brain and it didn’t take much goading at all for your legs to spread like a warm jelly for The Curse King.

And he did not disappoint.

Sukuna’s sharp tongue flooded your ears with degrading praises sending electricity through your body that settled in your core where the even sharper strokes of his hips corrupted you from the inside out.

All your senses utterly stupefied, you came hard. You made a mess on him, yourself and your sheets.

And that was only round one.

Sukuna had near limitless stamina.

The next morning, achy and sore, you could barely look Yuji in the eye. You were preparing to beg for his forgiveness but you quickly realized he barely remembered the party, let alone what happened after.

In fact, it made you feel even more guilty that Yuji apologized to you. He was mad at himself for being so rough with you when he noticed the bites, bruises and marks that decorated your body thinking you both actually had sex the previous night.

You were the worst.

You really were the worst as truthfully, if you told him in that moment, he likely would have forgiven you then without question.

It’s not like you alone could stop Sukuna from doing anything he wanted to you while Yuji was unaware. You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, strong enough for most curses, but you would be kidding yourself to think you could take on Sukuna in a fight.

In fact wouldn’t the issue of Sukuna being able to take over Yuji’s body freely while he was unconscious be a much more pressing concern rather than how many times the curse king had made you squirt?

Yet in spite of the danger, the logic and your better judgment, you were too ashamed to tell Yuji what really happened.

That was because subconsciously a part of you knew it could happen again.

And it did.

Many times.

Except for tonight.

Sukuna had yet to make his appearance tonight.

In fact, he hadn’t shown up in the last 5 nights in a row. The longest you had gone without his dick since he started toying with you.

You recalled you had snapped at him after his last visit when his insults had started swaying from you to Yuji and his inability to please you. You told him never to visit you again and threatened to tell Yuji if he did.

Honestly you didn’t expect your threats to do much. They hadn’t previously.

As much as you wanted to be relieved that maybe Sukuna had finally grown sick of dealing with ‘Yuji’s bratty pillow princess’, a name he often called you while digging deep in your guts, you weren’t relieved at all.

If anything it annoyed you.

He hadn’t listened when you told him to leave you alone the first, second or third time so why now?

Why now after your cunt has started craving the burn of being stretched out by Sukuna?

You shiver, thinking of his heavy grip on the fat of your hips. His claws would be so dangerously close to breaking your delicate skin.

He constantly reminded you how easily he could rip you apart if he wanted to while he relentlessly clapped your cheeks from behind.

Near salivating, you snapped your head up a little too eagerly for your own liking when you felt Yuji stir beneath you thinking it was Sukuna and more than a little disappointed when it wasn’t.

You knew Yuji’s tender caresses should have made you melt, and it still did in a way. You were still in love with him.

But it wasn’t until Sukuna tainted you did you realize you didn’t want to be treated like a delicate princess.

You wanted to be manhandled.

You wanted to be made a mess of.

You wanted to be called names like the filthy cheating whore you were currently proving yourself to be. But Yuji was too tenderhearted to ever fuck you like you needed.

Squeezing your eyes shut as if you could block out all thoughts, you knew the reason you couldn't get to sleep was because you were horny for Sukuna.

The higher the heat in your belly rises the more sleep becomes impossible. Your clit burned in response to the heat in your belly which made your pussy flutter as it desperately clenched around nothing and pushed some of Yuji’s cum from earlier in the night out onto your thighs.

In that moment, all your resolve was lost.

Yuji was simply the appetizer and you were a famished woman. Still left starving for the main course.

Sukuna.

You swallow, unsure of yourself as you attempt to steel your resolve. You had already resigned yourself to the hell Sukuna put you in.

You turn your head deeper into Yuji’s chest and whisper softly against his pectorals, fingers lightly tracing his lower abs under the blankets.

“Yo…um.. Hey…Hey Sukuna… c-can you hear me?”

Silence.

You tried again. Nothing.

You huff, your patience waning.

“Damnit, Sukuna!” you whisper harshly, your voice rising slightly with irritation.

You waited more.

The only reply you received was the rise and fall of Yuji’s chest.

You were seeing red.

This lame ass motherfucker.

Was that it? Was he really done with you now after all this?

Slowly rising off of Yuji’s chest you glare down at your boyfriend as if you could somehow scowl past his body and into his soul at Sukuna.

You quietly mutter to yourself about ‘the headass lord king of body snatching curses who gots more dick in his personality than pants’ while you shuffle over to the night stand on the side of the bed.

You turn on the small light and dig deep into the drawers to pull out a toy you saved for nights you were particularly hard up and Yuji was out on a mission.

Sukuna may have been ignoring you but you could no longer ignore the throbbing screaming at you between your legs.

Maybe if you rubbed one out you could calm yourself down enough just enough to cease your anger at least.

You needed to make an attempt to relieve yourself before you really lost your mind and did something insane like knocking the mario coins out of your sweet unsuspecting boyfriend in frustration at the curse inside of him.

He didn’t deserve that.

Not like he deserved any of this, the curse inside of him nor a girlfriend like you who would spread her legs so easily for a cocky smirk and a big dick.

You closed your eyes and pushed that thought aside for now. You were sweating and near shaking in need of release.

Making yourself comfortable on the bed, you turn your vibrator on its lowest setting, so as not to disturb Yuji.

Dragging it across your skin, you snake a path for it down past your breasts, across your belly and lower still relishing the sensations across your body.

Licking your lips you barely ghosted your vibrator across your clit before a hand grabbed your wrist and another flung your toy across the room instantly smashing it into pieces.

“You really are a bratty fucking whore, you know that?”

The voice you immediately recognized as belonging to Sukuna.

And how could it not be?

It was more sultry than Yuji’s. The deep bass in his voice both teased and admonished you causing your aching clit pulsate to the rhythm of every syllable.

“As your King, I don’t recall giving you permission to touch that nasty little cunt, bitch.”

You whined in protest and attempted to pull away but it was futile in Sukuna's grip. You could feel the fire from his touch on your wrist alone beginning to spread and torch your entire body.

Exceeding the levels of any sexual frustration you ever knew in your life, his further denial to let you touch yourself threatened to spill the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“I don’t recall asking you, my lord,” you spat his words back at him without thinking, “I’d ask you if you knew you were a trifling asshole but we-”

And in an instant he was on top of you.

His tattooed hands now hold both of your wrists, placing them up over your head effectively caging you in and shutting you up before you could even finish your sentence.

Your eyes widen in response to the hot snarl of his breath and the red of his glowing eyes burrowing into you.

The reality of who exactly you just decided to sass sunk in.

Sukuna on the other hand revels in your dismay.

“‘Eh? Triflin’” he said, mocking your tone and slang. “Me? Not the filthy slut who is begging me to use her boyfriend’s body to dick her down while he is sleeping? Then you have the fucking nerve to throw temper tantrums when I don’t.”

Fuck, he had heard your insults from earlier after all.

“You think a bratty bitch like you can summon me on your whims and so address me so casually at that? I’ve killed many for far less.”

He was close now, too close.

However, although hovering over you Sukuna still wasn’t touching you with the exception of the bruising grip on your wrists.

Despite the lack of contact your body still responded to the suffocating amount of heat and cursed energy radiating off his own. The intense primal instincts of your fear and arousal brewing together in your body was creating a toxic reaction, one which threatened to tear you apart if Sukuna didn’t first.

Your lip was quivering and your body was squirming beneath him.

You are completely at his mercy once again.

“And Yuji?” Sukuna continued mockingly.

His face dipped closer to yours and you let out the shaky breath you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“You’re so needy after he already gave you this dick tonight too? Tsk tsk, you really are a brazen n’ greedy whore.”

He was wrong.

Not about you being a whore, of course. You couldn’t deny that fact even if you wanted to at the moment.

But he was wrong by implying it was the same as if you were with Yuji.

When Sukuna took over, except for facial similarities, he was all but a different person.

Sukuna was taller, more muscular and thicker in all areas, his cock not being excluded from that. The tattoos that decorated his body and bound his dangerous muscles caused him to look more intimidating than Yuji ever could.

Even his scent was different. It was almost as threatening as his presence and was intoxicatingly masculine, more alpha.

You knew fighting him further was a losing battle. But you were still mad at him for ignoring you.

Nevertheless, he was here in front of you now.

You were so close to getting what you wanted. If you had to give up more of your dignity at this point then so be it, you didn’t have much left to covet anyway.

Completely surrendering yourself to him like the little bitch in heat that you were, you appeal to his ego in hopes he would fuck you.

“If you know I’m a whore then just fuck me like one already Sukuna. My King… please? Pretty please? I-I need you. Make me cum please.”, your saccharine tone contrasted with your depraved pleas coming out like a twisted prayer.

You humbled yourself and hated it. It broke the tears of frustration that had built in your eyes.

Moisture spilled down the sides of your face, yet you blinked through them in order to maintain eye contact with him.

The desperation that called to him from every fiber of your being was apparent to Sukuna, his smirk widening at your distress.

Releasing your hands in favor of your neck, a hand enclosed it applying pressure as he licked a tear trail down the side of your face.

“Tch, Even when desperate and begging you still can’t help but to be an insolent brat”, he whispered, blowing warm air into you that made you tingle.

That’s when you felt his tongue salaciously lick into your ear before pulling back to bite and suck at your lobe and neck, leaving more marks for you to try to cover in the morning.

The full weight of Sukuna’s naked body was now pressed upon yours. You whimpered as he had finally granted you the contact you craved for.

You could feel his heavy cock begin to twitch on your belly. You panted as you arched up into him, rubbing against his form creating beautiful friction between you both sending you into euphoria.

But as quickly as the contact was given, it was taken away.

“You should know by now, Y/N.... Disobedient brats need to be punished.”

Part 2

This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but it got a little out of control with writing the lewd scenes. Part 2 is almost done and is FILTHY omg. I will try to post by tomorrow night or Saturday. (updated as of 9/12).

Lol also for anyone who doesn't know Reggae Punch is actually a popular drink in Japan. I did not make that up. It really doesn't have much alcohol content in it at all. But I LOL'd at Gojo tricking them into drinking Jungle Juice cause its literally night and day.

Also imo, Nanami and his salaryman vibe you know would win a drinking contest out of any JJK man so thats canon to me (excluding Toji as according to official fanbook alcohol has zero effect on him so he doesn't even drink it).

Any mistakes please DM, no rude or criticizing comments please.

P.S. I promise I don't hate Yuji.

Reblogs, likes, comments appreciated!!

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

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charmandabear · 3 months

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Office Hours - Chapter Three

Summary:

Astarion surprises you by inviting you to his place... for a real date? The evening doesn't go as expected when you uncover the darkness in his past.

Pairing: Astarion/F!Reader Rating: E Word Count: 5.4k Tags/Warnings: mentions of Astarion's past, vampire bites, blood drinking, blow job, p in v sex, fluff with a very small side of angst, Shadowheart being a bit of a manic pixie dream best friend

Since y'all are insistent on encouraging my worst tendencies, here, have the longest single thing I've ever written. I think about Professor Astarion at all waking (and sleeping at this point) hours. I have other things planned, I will eventually write something else, I promise. But also... this one is now becoming a full-fledged multi-chapter fic. I'm half-considering rewriting the first few chapters so it's in third-person? I don't know though, let me know what you think.

H1ghVoltage and Zaria were both invaluable betas for this one, I appreciate you both so much. And Zaria for always providing the most perfect screenshots at the drop of a hat. This literally would not exist without you.

Read on AO3 ~ Masterlist

“Excuse me? The one you’re always going on about?” Shadowheart’s eyebrows disappear into her platinum bangs as she tucks her feet underneath her, holding up her wine glass so it doesn’t spill. The two of you met while moving into adjacent apartments a few years prior; it turned out you had both just been hired at the university, her at the Divinity School and you at the College of Arts and Sciences. Since then you’ve become fast friends, and you’re finally filling her in on all of the details of the whirlwind that has been the past few days. You hide your chagrin behind a sip of wine.

“Okay, listen, yes, but hear me out. He looks like this.” You hold out your phone and show her the English department faculty page.

“Oh. Oh,” she says in a low tone as her eyes study the screen. “Okay, you didn’t tell me that.”

“I think I was in denial,” you whine as you drop your head onto the couch cushion. “I focused on how much of an asshole he is to distract me from how hot he is.”

“And now? Will you see him again?” She tosses your phone at your feet and you lift your gaze.

“I don’t know? He made a joke about having sex in my office but I don’t think he actually meant it.” You cast a sidelong glance at Shadowheart, trying to gauge her expression.

“Scandalous,” she smiles into the rim of her glass before taking a long sip. You pick up your phone, looking at his portrait. It looks like a candid photo but it’s very clearly composed. He’s sitting pitched forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He’s looking off to the side and his brow is furrowed like he’s engaged in vigorous academic debate. It’s wildly pretentious.

You drop your phone again and angrily sip at your wine, letting the dry red flood over your tongue and coat the inside of your mouth. You notice Shadowheart eyeing you suspiciously.

“Do you want to?” she asks, and you put your glass onto the coffee table and curl your knees into your chest further.

“I… I don’t know? Like obviously the sex is good. Really good,” you add under your breath, and Shadowheart looks at you salaciously as your cheeks flush. “But whenever he says more than five words I want to gouge my eyes out.”

“Is that really how you feel, or have you just convinced yourself to feel that way?” she carefully asks. You glare at her, but you can't bring yourself to disagree. You drop your less-than-menacing expression and cover your face in your hands. You let out an exasperated sigh before suddenly gasping and looking up at her with wide eyes.

“Nine hells, did I tell you what else happened? At least one student knows. I saw her coming out of his office and she made some comment about ‘We all see how you look at him.’” You flop onto your side, burying your face in the couch cushion once again.

“Well, I suppose that answers your question, at least,” Shadowheart says reassuringly, and you narrow your eyes at her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean if you like him enough that your students are noticing, then you have to pursue him. The worst that’ll happen is you’ll break up and you can go back to hating him.” She’s awfully nonchalant about having just described a literal nightmare.

“Excuse me, how is that possibly meant to make me feel better?” you gape at her.

“At least you get a good shagging out of the deal, right?” she grins at you, and her teeth are tinged purple from the wine. You kick your foot out at her.

“Man, we need to get you laid, don’t we?” you tease and she groans.

“Listen, you just told me that you got railed twice in three days, it’s not that good out here for most of us.” Now it’s her turn to cover her face and you laugh. You pick up your wine and stretch your legs out to nudge Shadowheart’s calf.

“Who knows, maybe there’s some hot chick in the English department that he can hook you up with.” She pushes your leg back and rolls her eyes.

“Absolutely not, English academics are the worst.”

***

You have no idea what to expect when you inevitably run into Astarion the next day. You're tempted to just work from home since you don’t have any classes, but you have another damn season selection committee meeting that you can't miss, and you'd rather be around for students to drop in if they need to.

You're on your way to the bathroom at the end of the day when you finally see him. You almost don't, at first, since you're looking down at your phone and you stop short of barrelling into him. You lock eyes and smile politely, then step to your left just as he steps to his right. You two share an awkward laugh just as it happens again in the opposite direction. After another few seconds of uncomfortable shuffling, he takes you by your shoulders and moves you to the side. You give him a thankful grin and quickly move past, trying to ignore the burning in your cheeks and the way your arms tingle where he touched you.

You get to the bathroom and close the door behind you, leaning against it to brace yourself. Your stomach is roiling, though whether it was from the embarrassment, the insatiable lust, or something else entirely, you can't quite tell. You turn on the faucet and splash your face with cool water. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, trying to will yourself into stoicism. It's a losing battle as the image of him having you bent over the sink pops into your mind. You shake your head, trying to think of something else, but that only makes it worse.

He’s pressed you up against the bathroom door and he's got your wrists pinned together above your head.

No, stop, you scold yourself. But the second you banish that image another one comes flooding in, your leg draped over his shoulder as he’s lightly sucking your clit with his fingers curled inside you.

You're dizzy with the mental image and you try to wrest it from your mind. You focus on the visual stimuli around you, the white tile, the fluorescent lights, the small blue stain beneath the soap dispenser. Eventually you find yourself back in your body and you massage your temples, trying to focus.

Your head is still reeling slightly as you make your way back to your office. You unlock the door, completely unaware of his presence behind you until you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. You yelp and in an instant he’s towering over you with your back up against the wall.

“Almighty gods, Astarion,” you swear breathlessly, your heart pounding more from the scare than the proximity for once. The proximity doesn’t help, however, when he tilts your chin with his knuckle and smiles devilishly.

“Come to my place, let me cook you dinner,” he purrs, and your breath quickens. But when his words finally break through the seductive tone, something in your brain stops.

“Wait, cook? Can you- do you even- how-” You still haven’t fully recovered and your mouth struggles to form words. His smile widens and you know he’s enjoying watching you splutter.

“What, do you think in all of my 350 years I've never bedded a mortal? Besides,” he trails his hand down your neck and strokes it gently with his thumb, sending a shiver down your spine, “I have other ways of getting my fill.”

You instinctively tilt your head for him, almost like you’re inviting him to bite right here and now. You manage to recoup your senses just enough to quip, “I’m sure you have plenty of experience luring cute mortals back to your place.”

You think you see his jaw tighten for a fraction of a second, but it’s gone before you can be sure.

“I’ll take it as a yes, then?” He pulls away and adjusts his glasses, his fingers sliding into his hair. You nod, not trusting the words to come out of your mouth. He pulls a slip of paper from his pocket and tucks it into the neckline of your shirt, a move that would have been unbearably corny coming from anyone else.

“See you then… lover.” He winks and glides out of the room as silently as he came in. You take a breath to steady yourself, a voice in the back of your head grumbling because of how much he has you wrapped around his finger. But admittedly, he seemed equally flustered when you almost plowed into him a few minutes ago.

Maybe not the best choice of words.

You pull the piece of paper out to see an address, date, and time. Tomorrow at 7.

Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool.

Now you just need to occupy yourself for the next 26 hours and not completely lose your nerve.

***

Occupying yourself isn’t terribly difficult with Shadowheart around. She keeps you busy all day with various errands, shopping, anything to keep you from spiraling.

Nevertheless, when it’s finally time to get dressed, you find yourself overthinking every tiny element. You stand frozen in front of your open underwear drawer trying to decide between the black lace or the pink satin.

“Shadowheeeaaaarrrrrtttt,” you call out to her in the other room. She pops her head in and gives you a pitying smile as she sees your anxiety-ridden face.

“Alright, sit, let me help,” she clinks her glass down on your dresser and nudges you until you’re sitting on your bed, fidgeting with the belt of your robe.

“Black lace, it’s sexier,” she says sagely, tossing the panties at you and you slide them on under your robe. She pulls the plaid skirt out of the shopping bag and flings it onto the bed.

“Put that on because we both agreed it’s adorable. It might be warm enough to go without tights?” she muses, then glances at you mischievously. “And since he has a track record of destroying those, maybe go with these instead.” She throws a pair of thigh highs at you and they hit you in the face. You wrinkle your nose.

“Careful,” you warn, but she ignores you. She floats over to your closet and sifts through the hangers. She pulls out a top, shifts her gaze between you and the garment a few times, then drops it on the floor. After another moment of searching, she pulls out a blousy cardigan, throwing it on the bed next to you.

“Don’t put that on yet, I’ll be right back.” She disappears before you can say anything. You’re left sitting on your bed in just your bra and skirt, and you rub your feet together with a restless energy.

Shadowheart returns just a few minutes later holding a lacy top that reads more as lingerie than an actual shirt. She returns your skeptical frown with a giant grin.

“Shade, I'm not wearing that,” you gripe, and she throws it in your face.

“Put it on before you judge,” she chides in response, and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, but it probably won't fit,” you say as you take off your bra and don the sheer v-neck cami. Other than straining around your chest slightly, the fit is fine. You put on the oversized cardigan over it and look at the full effect in your floor length mirror.

“See, told you,” she says smugly as you admire your reflection. And it's true, the underwear-as-outerwear really does bring the look from glorified schoolgirl cosplay into something a bit more refined. You give her a disgruntled sidelong glance but otherwise say nothing.

“Alright, get going. Go put your shoes on and chase that Ph D.” She pushes you out of your bedroom and towards the front door of your apartment. “Don't worry about me, I'll be here drinking your wine and masturbating all by myself while you get fucked through the end of the tenday.”

You slip on your black suede ankle boots and pleadingly look at Shadowheart one more time. You're still not convinced that this whole thing isn’t just a trip into the lion’s den.

“Go! I look forward to hearing all the gory details,” she says and plants a smooch on your cheek. She then smacks your ass as you head out the door, your yelp earning a satisfied smirk.

Sure enough, when you find yourself outside his apartment door, you can feel your cold feet catching up with you. You're about to take out your phone and text Shadowheart that you're going to leave when his door opens.

“Hello, beautiful,” he croons, and the syrup in his voice makes your mouth go dry. The sleeves of his white button down are rolled up and the first few buttons are undone, leaving his collarbone exposed. The black vest tapers in his waist and flows seamlessly into his well-tailored trousers. But the first thing you notice is his glasses.

“Your glasses are different,” you blurt, internally cursing your bluntness. His eyebrows pop up above the thicker plastic frames.

“Is that a problem?” he asks without a hint of malice in his voice. You blush and quickly shake your head.

“No I- I like them. They look good,” you stutter, looking away from the heat of his gaze. He smiles and takes your hand almost like he's leading you in a courtly dance, pulling you inside.

You look around his apartment, noticing the similarities to the hominess of his office. Big overfull bookshelves, warm-lit lamps dotted around the space, papers and other junk littered across every surface. It still surprises you that he doesn’t keep a tidy space, but at the same time you find it oddly charming.

You spot a hairless cat sitting on some mail on a table in the corner, delicately licking its paw.

“Aww, who’s this?” You approach the cat, holding out your hand for it to sniff. It hisses in response and you take a step back.

“That's His Majesty, and you're best to respect his wishes,” Astarion calls from the kitchen.

“You named your cat His Majesty?” you ask, trying to suppress the laugh bubbling in your throat.

“No, he named himself His Majesty,” he replies, returning from the kitchen with a spoonful of risotto. “Taste,” he commands and you obediently open your mouth. The steaming food coats your tongue with a tangy, savory taste. You nod at him, barely trusting yourself to speak. It tastes incredible.

You turn back to His Majesty, and you notice an empty potion of animal speaking tipped on its side near him.

“Well I'll just admire such a handsome creature from a distance, then,” you say and His Majesty preens slightly. You can hear a hum of approval from Astarion as he retreats back into the kitchen.

This man is full of contradictions. Pristine, clean cut outward appearance with a cluttered, disorganized space. Cool and disaffected, but he loves his cat enough to use potions to communicate with him. He doesn't need to eat, but somehow he’s an incredible cook? You frown to yourself; it feels like something doesn't add up.

You start scanning one of the bookshelves, wondering what else you can learn about him. If there was an organizational system, it wasn't clear. 48 Laws of Power, History of Modern Sexuality, On the Genealogy of Morality, Gender Trouble… Ayn Rand sitting next to Octavia Butler?

What the fuck does he like?

“How is my collection of books holding up in your estimation?” Astarion’s sudden presence behind you makes you jump. He presses a wine glass into your hand and ghosts his lips across the crook of your neck, sending a swath of goosebumps down your arms.

“Did I tell you that you look absolutely delicious?” he murmurs into your skin, and you can already feel yourself getting lightheaded.

“You're one to talk,” you say on a dizzied exhale, and the breath from his laugh tickles your shoulder. He puts his hands on your waist, running a finger along the inside of the waistband of your skirt. He gives it a gentle tug and you unconsciously move in the direction he’s pulling.

“Come eat,” he says, guiding you to a table with one place setting. You sit, feeling awkward as he sits across from you, a wine glass in his hand.

“Are you just going to watch me eat?” you laugh nervously. He smiles into the glass, glancing at you above the rectangular frames sliding down his nose.

“Well if you're insistent, I can have my dinner as well.” He's not subtle about leering at your neck, sparking a flicker of heat in your belly. You distract yourself by taking another bite of the risotto, which somehow tastes even better than what he fed you before.

“So what do you experience when you have… food?” you ask, trying to shift his attention off you eating. He looks up as he thinks, and you find your gaze tracing his jawline.

“It’s… sour. Like it’s spoiled. But when something is cooked well, and with high quality ingredients, it’s more bearable.”

You look down at your food, the taste dancing across your palette. It's certainly better than something you could make for yourself. But you know so little about cooking techniques besides the basics that you don’t know what the difference would even be.

“And you're drinking wine. What does that taste like?” You try not to stare at the dark red liquid collecting on his lips, but it’s hard not to when his tongue darts out to lick it up.

“Alcohol has a higher threshold for quality, so it's generally more palatable. It usually means a higher budget for these things, but it's not as though I'm spending much on groceries.” He narrows his eyes at you, but you can't read his expression.

“Well go on,” he continues, and you tilt your head in confusion. “Ask the question that you really want to ask.” Your heart starts beating a little faster and he smirks. Gods, you really hate that he can read you like that. It would be nice to keep at least one emotion private.

“What does blood taste like?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it's clear that he hears you. His smile widens just enough to show off his fangs.

“It depends on the person,” he replies just as casually as if you had asked him about his taste in music. “Some are sweeter, like a nice rich port, while others have a bit of a burn, like whiskey. However, you?” He places his glass on the table and stands, and you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. He crosses behind your chair and sweeps your hair to the side, lasciviously inhaling your scent behind your ear, eliciting a shiver.

“Yours is smooth with a hint of spice, like a fine aged brandy. But the finish has an addictive quality, like absinthe.” He nips lightly at the base of your neck without breaking skin.

“Such pretty words,” you exhale on a breathy moan, reaching a hand up behind you and running your fingers through his hair, pulling him toward you ever so slightly.

“Is that what you want?” he breathes into your ear, and you arch your back in your seat, panting. You can barely get out the “yes” before he sweeps you out of the chair and wraps your legs around his waist. He carries you into the kitchen, placing you on the counter and pressing your knees apart with his torso. You whine and the cool tile pressing into your ass reminds you of his touch. He slides one hand behind your head and the other around your waist, and sinks his teeth into your neck.

The initial pain surprises you every time, and your yelp is followed by his satisfied groan. You grip the back of his neck as he drinks, and you can feel the muscles working with each swallow. The feeling of your blood coursing through both of your bodies gets you high, knowing it's your blood that flushes his lips, cheeks, and ears. It's your blood flowing to his cock. The reminder of it makes you clench instinctively.

He pulls away just as you're teetering on the edge of passing out. He’s always panting after he feeds, his glasses slightly askew and a ravenous look in his eye that makes your mouth water. You pull him into a heated kiss, the metallic tang on his lips becoming a sensory reminder of the post-feeding bliss.

You pull him closer with your feet, aching just to feel him pressed against you. Your hands scramble against his back, tugging at his collared shirt. He’s wearing far too many layers and he hasn’t even blessed you with the sight of his gorgeous sculpted chest yet.

You slide a hand into the back of his collar, desperate for his skin, when your fingers brush over thick raised scar tissue. He pulls back faster than you do and your hands immediately go to cover your mouth.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t–” you begin but the pained look in his eye makes you stop short.

“No it's… it's fine. I've had those for a very long time. I… ah…” he stutters, adjusting his glasses uncomfortably, and you've never seen him so flummoxed.

“What are they from?” The question leaves your mouth before you can stop it. You're about to retract, tell him he doesn't need to answer, when he speaks quietly.

“They're from… the man who turned me. He kept me as a slave for 200 years. It’s something written in infernal, but I never found out what it said. And his death ensured I never would.” He speaks while looking down at the floor, his distant gaze indicating that he's somewhere else entirely.

“Astarion…” you breathe, and you cup his face in your hands. He smirks and snakes his arms around your waist; the mask is back on.

“Don’t worry about me, darling,” he says with a composed smile, “it was a very long time ago. I’m more concerned with tonight.” He moves to kiss your neck again but you put your hand against his chest to stop him.

“No- well, I mean yes to tonight, but… let me take care of you,” you say softly, and his careful expression slips again.

“I- well if that’s what you want.” He crinkles his brow, unsure of what to make of your proposal.

“Is it what you want?” You stroke his cheek, and it suddenly feels like this is an entirely different man standing in front of you. Hesitant, vulnerable, his usual swaggering confidence replaced with an uncertain tenderness that makes your heart pound in a way that feels wholly unfamiliar with him.

“I’m not sure,” he says, his voice dropping to just above a whisper.

“We don’t have to,” you offer quickly, “we can just fuck up against a wall or something.” The joke breaks the tension and he lets out a little giggle.

“What do you have in mind?” He looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, and you ease off the counter and gently nudge him backwards toward his bedroom. He follows your lead, his doubtful look shifting into something of excitement and mischief. You guide him until the back of his knees hit the bed, and you push him to sit.

You straddle his lap and run your fingers through his silvery curls. You kiss along his jawline and down his neck, placing a particularly tender kiss on his bite scar. He exhales heavily, sliding his hands up your thighs and resting them on your lower back.

You begin carefully unbuttoning his vest, followed by his shirt, untucking the hem from his pants. You slide it down his shoulders and onto the bed behind him, letting your warm hands run over the cool planes of his skin. His eyes follow your movements carefully and you take your time, tracing over every divet, every freckle and mole. You delight in his gasp when your fingers dance over his navel and down to his belt buckle.

You slip off his lap and drop between his legs, your hands continuing their journey along his hips. You plant increasingly hungry kisses above his waistband as you remove his belt and unzip his pants. He leans back on his hands as his breathing quickens, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you.

You’re struck with the irony that the last time you were between Astarion’s legs like this it was to get revenge, to make him feel flustered and speechless the way he always does to you. Now you have him, flustered and speechless, and all you want is to worship him, make him feel warm and safe.

You slide his pants down under his ass, pulling them all the way off so he’s sitting on his bed fully nude. You run your lips along his inner thigh as you palm his growing erection.

“Ah- wait,” he stammers and you immediately look up and pull back.

“Yes?” you ask, frozen by the fear that you’ve gone too far.

“I want to see you,” he whispers, nudging your cardigan off your shoulder. “All of you.”

It’s hard to believe that someone sitting naked in front of you can make you feel so exposed. You shiver as you drop the cardigan off your back, the sudden exposure to cool air making your nipples poke through the lacy top that Shadowheart gave you. You stand and he watches intently as you unzip your skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at your feet. His expression gives little away, but his cock doesn’t. By the time you’ve removed the black panties, thigh highs, and cami, it stands at full attention. His knees squeeze around your legs and his arms pull you in close to him, pressing his nose against your belly. You card your fingers through his hair and down to his chin, tilting his head upwards.

“Better?” you breathe, and he nods, his eyes round and wide. You bend down to kiss him, slow and languid, before dropping to your knees again. When you pull away his mouth stays open, suspended in the shape of your kiss.

You settle between his knees and lightly kiss the head of his dick. You flick your gaze upward, monitoring his expression as you lazily run your fingers along his shaft. His glasses balance on the tip of his nose as he looks down at you, transfixed by your ministrations. You open your lips slightly, not quite taking him into your mouth yet as you softly cup his balls in your hand. You can hear his breath growing ragged, and he rewards you with an almost inaudible moan when your tongue finally wets his cock.

You wrap your lips around his tip, gently working the underside with your tongue. You run your hands up his thighs, squeezing his hips as they buck into you. You take more of him in, the warmth of your mouth contrasting with the cool, sensitive skin. He groans and tangles his fingers in your hair, a gesture that feels closer to petting than pulling.

You pull your mouth off his cock, wrapping your hand around the now slick shaft. You run your thumb along the slit, and his responding shutter makes you smile.

“Ah- enjoying yourself?” he murmurs, unable to keep his voice steady. You look up at him and drag your tongue along his entire length.

“I am, are you?” you hum, taking him back into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip. His leg quivers beside you, his toes curling inward.

“Mmph,” he grunts in assent, his hand twisting into your hair a little more. You slip your hands under his thighs and slide your mouth further down, letting him fill you up. His hips jerk, wanting to thrust into you, and you relax your jaw to let him. His little pants and disjointed moans send a jolt of heat down to your core, and you can feel yourself becoming wet with desire for him.

You reach down and slip your middle finger between your slick folds, your groan vibrating into him. He hisses and pulls you off his cock and into a fierce kiss. The two of you tumble backwards onto the bed, your hair encircling you like a curtain. You press your bodies together, the smoldering heat spreading into a raging wildfire. He lines himself up with your entrance as you continue your desperate assault on his lips. He slides in with ease and your cry into his mouth accompanies him bottoming out.

You push yourself up, bracing yourself on his chest as you grind into him. He plants his hands on your hips, thrusting up into you. Your head falls back in ecstasy, your hair cascading down the length of your back. You increase the pace of your rolling hips, each breath growing more voiced as you approach your peak.

“Oh gods, Astarion,” you babble, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer. He realizes you’re getting close, he sits up and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him tight. He latches onto your nipple, flicking his tongue and sucking to send your pleasure to staggering heights. You arch your back into him as your arms hook over his shoulders, brushing your hands against those awful scars. Your hands splay across his back as if to say no one will ever hurt you like that again.

You pull his face to yours so that you can taste his lips as you crash over the edge. The kiss is broken up by your cries and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, his grunts in time with his pulsing seed. You stay still and connected as the waves of pleasure ebb and flow and finally settle. The only noise left in the room is both of your heavy panting, and the telltale sound of just your heart pounding.

His hands slide down your back as you carefully pull yourself off him and you shiver as his now-soft cock falls out of you. You kneel next to him and rest your head on his shoulder, and he reaches over to stroke your jaw.

“Thank you,” he hums softly, and you press another sweet kiss to his neck. His scar.

After a moment you let out a contented sigh, then you say, “Well, I should probably gather my things and go, then.” You begin to stand to dress, but his hand closes around your wrist. You turn to him, unable to hide the surprise on your face.

“Or you could… stay. If you want.” He looks up at you through smudged and sweaty glasses and a smile tugs at your lips.

“What do you want?” you ask, and you watch him shift uncomfortably with a question that he’s not used to answering.

“I want…” he begins, hesitant. “I want to watch last year’s Globe production of Much Ado About Nothing with you. You said you like that one, right?” Your ears grow hot as you realize the extent to which he actually paid attention to you, even before you were sleeping together.

“I do, yeah. One of his best,” you say, your voice cracking slightly as you repeat his words back to him. That interaction feels like it was eons ago, when in fact it was less than a tenday.

He smirks, some of his confident charm seeping back into his demeanor. He scoots back on the bed until he’s resting against the headboard, and then he reaches out to you, inviting you to curl in next to him. You oblige, and he turns on the TV across from the bed, pulling up the pro-shot. You sink in next to him, appreciating how his chest cools your flushed cheek.

A single word gnaws at the back of your mind and you banish it quickly.

No, that’s the oxytocin talking.

It’s just been a long time since you’ve slept with someone more than once.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head and the gnawing grows more insistent.

…

Fuck.

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hitohitonika · 24 days

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anything with ace in alabasta!!!

I love writing Ace. He's such a mess. I made it quite gen. I hope you like it! :)

He knew he wasn't being subtle, he just couldn't help but stare at his little brother. The irony was that he had given himself a peptalk before crossing paths with Luffy. He had promised himself not to be overbearing, not to be overprotective. And maybe, only maybe, he was dragging some guilt for leaving the kid alone in the jungle at 14.

Except Luffy was not a kid anymore, he still had some growing up to do, sure, but he wasn't the crybaby he once was, and Ace found it fascinating.

The same scrawny kid that would beg him to go look for cool bugs and cry whenever he lost sight of him was now a full-fledged captain.

And he had an impressive crew too. Even Ace, coming back to the Grand Line from the New World, knowing the Strawhat’s were still at the beginning of their journey, could see the potential.

The navigator was scarily smart, the swordsman had a hell of a reputation... and he even got an insanely good cook, with quite a nice butt, if he may add.

The princess - because if someone could recruit a princess, it would be Luffy - had caught him observing the crew interact, again, not subtle, and asked him about it. But she had gotten it wrong.

"Thank you, though. You were worried I was judging them, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Maybe."

"I'm actually glad that he's still an idiot," that made her furrow her brow, "otherwise I would barely recognize him." He admitted.

"Has he changed a lot? I can't imagine him any other way." The navigator approached them, sitting next Ace on the other side.

"Not really, I guess," Ace paused, "he was just as impulsive and selfish, full of energy... but," he scratched the back of his head, pensative, "I don't know, he used to be a crybaby, you know? Always making me worry, clinging onto me whenever he got hurt or something... it's kind of amazing to see him... like this."

"Grown up?" The princess offered.

Ace considered it and snorted, "I guess, yeah. Damn, I sound like an old man, don't I? With an empty nest syndrome."

"Don't worry about it. It's very charming." Nami reassured him.

The three of them stayed quiet for a while, watching the stars and listening to the fire crackling. Then Ace broke the silence, "Oi, do you know if your cook is interested in guys?"

#one piece #luffy #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #zoro #sanji #nami #vivi one piece #one piece ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #acesan #one piece fic #one piece fanfic #one piece ficlet

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rinriya · 9 months

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BG3 ending (spoilers)

I finished BG3. And I.. I'm so devastated right now. Not in terms of relief or "oh, such a good game has come to an end, idk what to do next", I just don't understand what happened. I am disappointed. I need to speak out. Otherwise I feel like I can burst into tears because of indignation.

And I beg DON'T READ THE POST FURTHER if you haven't reached the end. There will be plenty spoilers. DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED THE GAME.

So. Is this really the end? Is this… what we've been so actively waiting for 3 years? Maybe there will be DLCs no less than another full-fledged act? Otherwise, I cannot understand what was the point MC to do all of this?

I.. damn, this is hard. I waited so long for this game, but now I criticize it. Okay, phew. I'll get myself under control. Phew. Sorry.

We were promised different outcomes, different endings, many choices. But what did we actually get? You either save Orpheus (the Emperor becomes an enemy), or help the Emperor (Orpheus dies), or you/your companion turns into an illithid. And like.. who cares if you continued to refuse the powers. It's unavoidable in any case. You cannot form an alliance, you cannot win without a tadpole. You are linear in your final choice.

Your companions?

Wyll leaves to Avernus. Karlach returns to Avernus. Astarion can no longer stay in the sun, he begins to burn and therefore runs away. That moment… it broke my heart. My MC romanced him, couldn't he followed Star? Was it not possible to add some extra scenes? It doesn't matter to anyone. He ran away? Well meh who cares. Only Shadowheart says something like "oh, how sad, he can no longer walk in the sun."

I wanted to help him damn it! Both him and Karlach. And Lae'zel too, but game not allowed me to do so, forcing to choose: either the giths fate, or your ally. Choose.

I wanted my friends to live happily even without tadpoles! Why the hell I was saving the world, if my companions can't be happy? For the sake of a good ending, I should have let Stari to perform the terrible dark ritual? Or turn Karlach into a squid? Minsc and Jaheira are just fanservice for old fans. More or less good end has Gale (still with bomb inside him), Shadowheart and the Emperor himself.

And what about all my decisions? Where are their consequences? What happened to the vampire spawns? With a grove? With the forest? With Hell, where we killed a mighty devil?! With the Ironhand clan, who now have a new leader? Larian Studios, was it really so hard to write at least in text about everything that happened? Like in DOS2 at least? Or about our companions future life. At least about them!

It feels like even if I decided to play as pure evil.. there would be no difference, because I just don't know what my actions led to. But I can't play evil, I just can't hurt anyone. Yes, I'm boring person who loves happy endings and when everyone doing great.

BG3 received its fame, glory, attention. Obviously will receive a bunch of awards, because its ratings beat all records, but inside me.. there is just emptiness. I can headcanon a happy ending with Astarion, truly free Lae'zel, who will be no longer chased by Vlaakith's servants and Karlach with repaired heart. But it will all be in my head. Not in the game. Baldur's Gate 3.. is like a beautiful (really beautiful) wrapper, but the candy inside turned out to be simple and not very different from the others.

I'm sad. Very sad. And I'm sorry for this flow of words. I had to speak out. Now I feel a bit better. I really want to hear your opinion, because now I'm mentally hurt. I obviously triggered the high expectations for this game and get a painful kick for that.

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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AROMA ( addicted 2 u ). ( g.j. )

pairing ! ━━ grimmjow jaegerjaquez x black!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. reader is also thick-coded and has no spiritual powers/abilities except that she has spiritual pressure and can see hollows and stuff. reader is also aged up to 20+. grimmjow has a devasting scent kink (olfactophilia) so there are many instances of smelling/taking large whiffs of reader. instances of kidnapping/coercion ( dubcon ), possessive and clingy behavior from grimmy because he’s obsessed. asphyxiation kink? (reader likes being choked). explicit content & language used. nsfw w/ descriptions of smut. unprotected + rough sex, a lil bit of teasing, groping, ass + thigh slapping, mentions of creampies. dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), masturbation (m! receiving). grimmjow kindaa gets pussydrunk. really just grimmy slowly going feral n falling in love <33

word count ! ━━ 4.5k

notes ! ━━ yeah i think im just physically incapable of writing anything less than 1k words bc wtf😭😭😭 the original thirst where i got this from ( found here ) wasn’t even 1k, so where did the other 3k+ words come from ;-; idek if i like ending lololol. anyway this piece is basically dedicated to @garoujo bc i promised her for a while i’d do this. this another impulsive bleach fic, i hope y’all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing :’) all my grimmy luvrs + fuckers wake up! i’ve come to feed you <3 REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

grimmjow’s adjuchas form was la pantera; a slender, panther-like animal that dominated the perpetually pale white dunes of hueco mundo. so naturally, (with my brain falling into grimmjow-specific rut) i’d like to believe that grimmy has a scent kink. and he’d never know nor expect to have one before crossing paths with you, a damned human, he’d curse in his mind. there’s just something intrinsically wild and unhinged about grimmjow, and loving the way you smell ━ even to extreme extents ━ is just one of the ways he displays his affection for you. so, this segues into grimmjow getting very possessive over you very quickly and is almost …territorial with this pretty human girl that’s close with soul reaper ichigo and his friends.

it’s when he initially acts on his own, gathers his group of lower ranking arrancar, and invades the world of the living that he discovers you and your unique but slightly impressive spiritual pressure; impressive in the sense it was enough to see at least see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. during all the chaos and on his search for this ichigo kurosaki he’s been hearing about, he spots you on a sidewalk, engaging in what looked like a sprint, farther and farther away from a fight between one of his men and another shinigami he didn’t recognize or care enough to know the name of. from where he stood in the air, he could see then clear look of fear in your eyes. your facial expression was showed you were deeply distressed, your body visibly trembled━

then his analysis came to a pause. wait.

your body.

getting a little closer to the grown, grimmjow was able to get a closer look at what pieces of fabric were hugging that...voluptuous figure of yours. while dodging fall debris, maneuvered through the streets of karakura town in a baby blue, spaghetti strapped tank top that stopped just above your pierced, pudgy navel (the blue-haired arrancar had never seen a piece of jewelry placed there before, but found himself staring at it for longer than what was necessary), black yoga pants whose hem reached past your ankles, black ugg tasman slippers, and to top it off, your long black cardigan flew wildly in the wind as you ran. all his senses were sharper now that he was a more powerful, full-fledged espada, so he could hear the faint sound of clear beads from your butt-length hair violently bouncing against each other, giving you an individual style that grimmjow couldn’t help but find remarkable. and then without warning or a distinguishable explanation, some primal notion deep within his being, felt himself immediately attracted to you. but of course, being supercilious as he was, the thick fog of pride fogging his vision, he rebuked any and all lingering thoughts, curiosity, attraction towards you. you were a human for crying out loud. what was worse, you didn’t even have any powers like that orange haired woman orihime or that other strong guy, chad. they were human too, so what was different about you. not having the patience to figure it out, his ( initial ) regard for you plummeted and ultimately decided to ignore you so and carry on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

and that same wind that passed through your knee length cardigan floated irregularly through the atmosphere, making a slow and aimless ascension to the clouds that hung lazily in the navy-blue sky━ inching closer to the sexta espada. the air infused with your scent entered the vicinity in which his sharp nose was able to reach. the breezed wisped across his strong face and jaw, he inhaled it unintentionally and— God his mind literally blanked. grimmjow’s train of thought was abruptly flung off the rails and momentarily lost concentration on the fight he was about to engage in. he swore the hot blood that rushed down to his crotch from his brain was instantaneous, he almost lost balance.

what was that smell? and why in the hell did it smell…so good? his mind wandered, unknowingly becoming hopelessly enraptured by your aroma and wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog or something. and when he remembered you running, panting heavily to safety ━ past his general direction ━ he put two and two together and figured out it was you. the ambrosial smell was coming from you, from that plush body of yours. it had taken his olfactory senses by the horns, and grimmjow nearly lost all his wits, the urge to abandon the whole fight with carrot top just to seek you out and take you for himself was getting stronger with each passing minute. and it was obvious he’s not good with impulse control at all, so the fact he had so much self-restraint to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself.

he was able to spot your figure one last time before you disappeared into one of the buildings a few blocks down. while senselessly beating ichigo into the asphalt of the street, there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that liked seeing shade of blue against your mocha skin.

maybe because the hue was coincidentally similar to the hair on his head.

soon enough the battle was over, and when he returned to his own quarters in las noches, laid on his bed and took a moment to really process everything? he could feel himself spiraling, but this time he didn’t do anything to stop it; he let his thoughts hurl themselves off the deep end. his senses were swirling, your pleasant odor imprinting on him more deeply than he had expected or anticipated it to. he needed to see you━ no, to smell you again. little did he know these budding desires would cause him to become enamored with every aspect of your being in the very near future. with grimmy being who he is, he already began to scheme and figure out a time when to go back to the world of the living. he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these relentless thoughts.

he could feel his member stiffening again when he remembered how just how you looked, with that frightened expression laced in your countenance. that paired with your sensual figure and how you smelled? without giving it a second thought, he scrambled to get his pants at his ankles so he could wrap his large palms around his girthy dick quick enough. he gave himself a few experimental pumps, precum was quick to bud from his slit when your round tits flashed in his mind’s eye. he then imagined how your aroma mixed with the scent of passionate sweaty sex as he fucked you silly would smell like, and just how much sweeter your voice could sound with his name dripping from your plump lips. with his mind racing, shame quickly evaporated from his body as he tightened his grip, his hand movements grew faster and alternating between different wrist movements. grimmjow cursed himself through deep groans for being aroused enough to even do something like this because of some human woman he saw on the street in the world of the living, but the poor baby couldn’t help it.

grimmjow got so lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of how his heavy cock felt in his grasp and in his fantasies of bouncing you up and down his length, breasts jiggling in his face with his mouth clasped onto one nipple, like a baby desperate for milk from its mother. and he wanted all of your ‘milk’, and he desperately wanted to give you all of his; he wanted to fill you up with it. after overstimulating himself a little and having mind-blowing, sheet-gripping orgasm that left his chest rising and falling like waves against the seashore, his hips lazily thrusted into his fist on their own volition to prolong this euphoric sensation for as long as possible. usually, post-nut clarity was supposed to bring you to your senses, to a more rational and calm state of mind.

and bring grimmjow to his senses, it did. because he stared at the unnatural amount of his solidifying seed in his palm, on his lap and near the hole in his abdomen, one thing became increasingly clear: releasing an abundant amount of cum didn’t make him want you less— it made him want you more. because grimmjow knew well enough he’d drive himself crazy with these kinds of perverse behaviors and thoughts of you had he done nothing to resolve the issue. with you on his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the tasks as one of lord aizen’s elite arrancar.

eventually, around the time the fourth espada ulquiorra would coerce and kidnap orihime to come with him to hueco mundo, grimmjow decided that was the best time to. . . apprehend you as well. he didn’t even have a valid reason other than wanting to keep you for himself and utilize you as he saw fit. quite frankly he doubted anyone, including aizen himself, would care if he brought back a little something extra from the world of the living, especially if this ‘something’ was a human who was no imminent threat to aizen’s plans. if anything, this could only benefit him, since you were one of ichigo’s close friends and if needed, you could be used as leverage.

it would be at night when your fate would be sealed, the sky practically empty and starless. the lights from the many buildings and streetlights outshone any stellar body that hung up above besides the moon. and high in the atmosphere is where the garganta that came from hueco mundo pried itself open, like the mouth of a monster about to devour its prey. except the ‘predator’ in question was actually the sixth espada; and of course, you were the unsuspecting prey. his sapphire irises scanned over the vast area of the city, starting at the place where he last fought with ichigo.

memory served him correctly ━ probably because he was so determined━ and recalled the general area where your living space was. using his sonído, grimmjow already found himself hovering above the apartment complexes, and began to seek out your unique spiritual pressure. within seconds he was able to distinguish yours from the faint traces of the other humans living on this block, and he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating from excitement or not, but he was sure he could pick up your scent from all the way where he levitated in the air. he had to suppress a growl as he followed his senses, and made an abrupt appearance on your terrace, which you unfortunately left cracked open because your bedroom was much too stuffy and desperately craved circulation from the cooler, night air.

the blue-haired espada let out a sort of derisive chuckle at your blatant ignorance.

it’s only when you opened the door to your bathroom that led directly to your bedroom did you notice that a stranger had entered your apartment. your heart dropped when you saw grimmjow’s tall, lanky but muscular figure sitting on your bed, his elbows on his knees and his eyes trained on you. he was like a cat, with how his gaze was so fierce and consuming. a wave of an unfamiliar fear washed over your body and mind, completely drowning you. your legs instinctively moved backwards back into the bathroom, your flight response taking prominence and deciding you’d barricade yourself in there. you weren’t even a hundred percent certain it would work, but you couldn’t just stand there.

but grimmjow was much, much faster. faster than what you could comprehend.

his movements were so high speed, you had almost thought you imagined him sitting there, because by the time you blinked out of your stupefied stare, he was gone.

but your horror was unfortunately realized. in fact, you were not hallucinating the whole ordeal, because an unpleasant, static ━almost booming noise ━ rung out in your ear, and suddenly the intruder was behind you, one hand gripping your throat with unnatural strength, cutting off vital oxygen supplies to your heart and lungs, and the other harshly gripping one of your arms to keep you still.

“scream, and i’ll snap your arm like a fucking twig. it won’t be hard for someone like me, y’know.” you tried very hard not focus on his rough palm on your windpipe, and how easy it would be to delude yourself into a line of thinking that, had then circumstances been different and you were already acquainted with one another, this could have led to an entirely different outcome.

but, at the moment all you could do was gasp raggedly, your mind slowly falling into delirium because you couldn’t breathe. using what little space you were allowed to turn your head back towards your assailant, your eyes widened at just how ferocious he looked. he looked human, but you knew he wasn’t; the skeletal row of sharp, saber-like fangs on his right jaw and the concerningly large hole in his stomach told you that; it was unsettling. what was even scarier about him though, was that he looked a little familiar to you. why did it seem like you’ve caught a glimpse of his face before?

“stupid woman. . . leaving your doors open like that. don’t you know that you’re inviting practically any body into your home? you’re lucky that it was me, and not some creep.” he taunted you sinisterly as his grip on your neck and arm grew tighter, and now your struggle to breath became more obvious when you started to see blotches in your vision. the balance beam tipped dangerously back and forth between arousal and the fear that ran through your brain at the thought you might actually die.

“w━wh..who a-are. . . you. . .?” you had so much to say, so many questions. but you physically didn’t have any strength to voice them and oppose him, and you certainly didn’t want a broken arm.

“doesn’t matter. all you need to know is that you’re coming with me. and no, you don’t have a choice so don’t try and make a big fuss about it.” grimmjow stated tersely, not waiting for your compliance or a response. it’s not like you could speak clearly anyway.

given with how close grimmjow was to you, your scent violently invaded his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but lean down slightly from his height and take a deep inhale into your braided hair that was tied down with a fine, silk scarf. even a barrier such as that couldn’t stop your aroma to waft into his personal space. standing from behind you he also got a good view of your cleavage in the v-cut oversized black shirt you wore, and how your nipples reacted to the cold air from outside. he had to physically stop himself from ripping your panties off, gagging you with them, and stuffing your cunt by confining your arm into a tighter grasp. you thought it would break if you even moved an inch. he figured he’d only suffocate you, since he admittedly preferred not use force on you; you’re too pretty and fragile for that. grimmjow shook his head at the fleeting thought. he hardly even acquired you for 5 minutes, and you were already permeating and changing his ideals.

a transient thought of how sexy the man behind you was, how nice his chiseled chest felt against your back flickered through your mind before you succumbed to your unconscious.

by the time you awoke, your eyes adjusted to him leaning over your horizontal figure on the surprisingly soft bed, his nose once again in the junction between your neck and collarbone. you groggily recalled him getting a good whiff of you before you lost consciousness, but it didn’t occur to you how strange it was until you saw his handsome figure hovering over you like this. you lifted your hands to touch his taut pectorals in an attempt to put some distance in between the two of you, but of course, he was big and strong and wouldn’t move that easily.

“h-hey! . . .where am i? and what the fuck are y—“

he stopped anymore protests from flowing out of your mouth by slamming his hand over your jugular, which caused a startled yelp— one that sounded too close to a mewl— to tumble past your lips. you stared at the tendrils of baby blue hair that fell across his forehead as he lifted his face to look at you.

you couldn’t even maintain eye contact for five seconds; his acute stare quickly overwhelming you on top of the flurry of thoughts that wanted to ponder on his mean, but ruggedly beautiful and proportionate face. you felt shame heat your cheeks and throughout your body at these thoughts.

“stop. . . moving. and watch your fucking mouth when talking me, woman.”

there was something about the dangerous glimmer in his eye, the tone in his voice, and the blade strapped to his hip that you just now noticed was nudging your leg, that told you not to say anything more. the longer you processed this, the longer you stared at the gaping hole in his abdomen, the longer you eyed the arrancar taking prolonged whiffs of your skin, the more frightened you became. you reminded yourself that this — none of this was normal.

you were kidnapped. taken against your will to come to a place you could only assume was the place where all these hollow creatures came from, and the only reason you even knew that was because you were so close with ichigo. you felt your heart tremble and shake against your ribcage at the very real possibility that no one knew where you were or just who took you. you weren’t even sure if anyone was currently out looking for you.

pure terror of all the unknowns running laps in your brain caused the blood in your veins to run cold and freeze over. clenching your eyes shut as if you were trying to block out the impending dread, you tried to ignore the heat that blossomed and penetrated your thinly clothed waist when grimmjow’s fingers brushed against the fabric and fully took hold of your flesh in his possessive grip. the guttural groan he let out against your shoulder caused your body to buzz in pleasure. “i don’t know what the hell it is but you smell so. . . fucking good.”

time gradually passed—you don’t even know how long since the sky always resembled midnight and you had no watch or your phone — but your mind started to move away from your friends and lifestyle back in the world of the living and became accustomed to this life as grimmjow’s. . . .human. too accustomed, in fact. you weren’t even sure what you were to him, other than the fact he was always with you to some extent. he was always there watching over you, glaring at you and whatnot, always smelling you. had your mind become so deprived of genuine human interaction that you found this behavior endearing?

perhaps.

in a way, his clinginess made you feel safe, it made you feel protected. like— if you really wanted to let your mind fall down that rabbit hole— that no harm would ever come within 5 feet of you, so as long as the sexta espada was looming over your form from behind.

as for grimmjow, normally, he would have harshly judged people who acted this ill-composed, depraved or obsessive, but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. there was just. . . some element that drew him to you, like a moth to a flickering flame, and it all started when your beguiling fragrance wafted up to his height in the sky that night. he was turning into a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash; if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was reverting back to his pantera form.

if anybody’s gaze even so much as lingered on you for a bit too long, he would feel offended (why? he still didn’t know himself). his short temper would ultimately get the best of him, instinctively giving them a venomous “the hell you staring at? huh!?”, paired with his irritated and equally sharp glare. he’d rest a lazy hand on your hip or draped across your shoulder for good measure.

and that’s another thing you noticed during your indefinite stay here at las noches, the name of the vast, castle-like building you’d soon discover later: grimmjow always seemed to be touching you in some shape or form. an arm across your shoulder blades, a palm on your curvy ass, a hand around your throat— usually to threaten you but you couldn’t help but be aroused and you were pretty sure he was well aware of this too— even when you slept. he quite aggressively insisted you share a bed with him, and his muscled forearm would always be perched across your torso. it wasn’t necessarily in a loving way, but more territorial. and when you’d wake up to find him closer than when you drifted off to sleep, with his nose wedged on your shoulder and a big hand encasing your breast, you couldn’t help but wish this, was a little more genuine.

and just like the animal adjuchas he was deep down, he consistently found himself to be in something of a rut, a lust-filled heat engulfing his loins whenever he looked at you, even if it was only for a second. you could be doing literally anything or just standing there, and the urge to pounce on you, to bite and lick and inhale your skin would become too strong at times. he constantly had to fight his primal temptations to shove you up against a wall or bend you over, and repeatedly piston his hips inside your tight heat — no matter who may or may not have been around. you caused his self-control and decency to deplete at alarming rates.

but, in those moments he let those impulses take over, which became increasingly intentional, it’s the most….God, you feel so many things when grimmjow has you sprawled out or spread open for him, practically in his palm and at his mercy. you could feel the possessive nature of his personality absorb you with the way his tongue danced across the canvas of your skin, and the way he gripped your hips so hard, constantly breathed your scent —like it was the only air he needed to breathe — as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for how easily wet you get at any little, seemingly innocuous gesture he directed towards you, despite him doing it on purpose to provoke you).

out of all the positions he has, and will plan to, put you in, his favorite is most definitely back shots because he likes to watch his cock, with a scary amount of concentration and a manic smirk on his lips, impale you over and over and over again. he also loves seeing your luscious, fat ass ripple and bounce against his slender hips. “pussy so—” he’d let out a malicious chuckle and growl before roughly planting a heavy palm on your fleshy mound, the sound resonating throughout the spacious room, “—so fuckin’ good…all this time, before i even came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me, weren’t you? yeaaaah, fuck yeah you were princess. this cunt was practically made for me, just asking to be ruined.”

he’d say the filthiest words you’d ever heard when he had your back arched in the shape of a parenthesis. missionary admittedly always did it for him too, just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name without the buffer of the blankets beneath you. and when he’d push your thighs all the way back to feast because he was hungry? you swear you lose your vision and see stars, practically ascending to the heavens when grimmy is devouring your cunt. it really shouldn’t turn you on so much when he takes a moment to unlatch from your twitching pearl of nerves, your slick sticking to his chin, just so he can smell you while he plunged his appendages in and out of your folds. he’d always edge you like this, and you hated it, but your whiny protests were dragged back down your throat and exchanged for a moan when he landed an abrasive slap on your thigh and muttered a gruff, “shut the fuck up, brat,” against your dripping sex.

he would be seconds away from cumming in his pants untouched when he treated himself to that first whiff. you’d be so embarrassed by it at first,but would soon enjoy it as much as he does; he basically corrupted you by thrusting his own lewd fantasies onto you and implanting them in your psyche. the sixth espada gets so drunk on the taste of you and the natural perfume of your pussy, he could stay down there for hours, until you passed out from the pleasure or physically couldn’t orgasm anymore. you’d have to hit him on the head to get him to come up for some air. even when you were on your period— some bloody human thing, he’d call it— didn’t stop him from effectively eating you alive.

grimmjow would soon come to the realization one night when he was balanced on his forearms on top of you, languidly rolling his pelvis in and out—with that slight upward motion that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull—that this, that you, were all he needed. nothing, not fighting any of his ‘comrades’ or enemies, not devouring other unfortunate souls, not the thought of getting stronger, could measure up to the way your palms grasped at his brawny, taut back, the way your voice got all high-pitched and soft, crying about how you “need more, i-i need you, love yo—oooh, fuck, yes!!”, and how your intangible essence surrounded and swallowed up his very soul.

as his thrusts grew deeper, faster and more mind-numbing, he decided that ‘yeah, this is it’. being inside you and taking pleasure in invading your mind, body and heart was it for him, he couldn’t ask for more. he knew he’d do just about anything for you if you just asked or bat those long, dramatic lashes at him. he hesitantly admitted himself that you were more powerful than he originally thought you were, because only you were able to make him come undone to such a staggering degree and reshape his disposition, even if it was only a little bit, and only for you to witness.

maybe humans weren’t that weak.

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maybe a az x reader where it's halloween and the girls are dressed up and matching in the cute scandalous outfit and bunny ears? and their having a good time at rita's dancing while the boys stay at the table watching the girls? just in the mood for some halloween vibes! 🎃

kitten.

author's note: i promised myself i'd hold off on writing until i finished crescent city but this is too good to pass up. this isn't my usual full-fledged fic but i figured it would be better than nothing. fair warning, this got a little out of hand so there's definitely smut under the cut.

you and the girls decide to dress up for the all hallow's eve celebration at rita's. mor dresses up as a cheetah, complete with a gold dress and spots on the side of her face. feyre decides to go as a bat, all clad in purple with pointy ears and plastic wings. the valkyries are in matching witch costumes. amren refuses to dress up and goes as herself instead.

the boys are all waiting at the bar. rhys somehow talked cas and az into wearing vampire costumes. faux fangs and red capes should have looked absurd, but something about seeing azriel in a dark suit with his hair slicked back was such a turn-on.

as soon as you walk into rita's, your mate cannot seem to keep his eyes off of you. he had no idea what he was expecting when you said that you would be dressing up, but it certainly wasn't this. you were wearing a tight, latex catsuit that hugged every curve of your body. if that wasn't enough to give him a heart attack, the matching whip and thigh high boots threatened to send him into outright cardiac arrest. you looked like something that crawled right out of his filthiest fantasies and he loved every second of it.

the front of his pants would tighten uncomfortably and you'd shoot him an innocent little smile across the room, knowing full well how aroused he was because you could practically feel his desire rippling down the bond you shared.

you'd be an absolute tease throughout the whole night, dancing and grinding with your friends while you swayed your hips to the beat of the music.

azriel would watch by the bar with his brothers, barely paying attention to whatever conversation cassian and rhys were having while he watched you from the lip of his glass. at this point, the burn of the whiskey was nothing compared to how hot and bothered you were making him.

feyre would chuckle as she nods to the boys. "looks like we've got an audience." you'd smirk in return. "we'd better give them a good show then."

you'd take feyre's tattooed hand in yours and guide them to your hips as you grinded against the high lady. she'd throw her head back in laughter, probably at whatever suggestive comment rhys was telling her through their mental connection. the two of you would make a bet on which mate would break first.

azriel would lose instantly. he'd come up behind you without you even realizing that he'd gotten out of his seat while feyre winks and scurried off to dance with the high lord, who was now approaching the dance floor.

your mate's large hands would clamp down on your hips, pulling you against him while he kisses the back of your neck in greeting. "this wasn't quite what i was expecting when you said you were dressing up," he'd say in that cool, husky voice. you'd blink up at him, fluttering your lashes innocently. "you don't like it?" azriel's hazel eyes would darken as he lowers his voice. "i fucking love it. my little kitten."

the nickname coming from his mouth would sound like the filthiest thing anyone on this realm has ever uttered. the scent of your arousal would cloud your mate's thoughts as he breathes all of you in.

you'd chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, tugging at the cape hanging between his wings. "i honestly thought rhys would come up with something more ridiculous," you'd tease.

azriel would only smirk. "sorry to disappoint, kitten." he'd hook his fingers through the whip tied around your waist and pull you closer. the wicked grin that spreads across his face would be the picture of sin itself. "i guess you'll just have to whip me as punishment."

you'd blush. "you're such a tease, az."

azriel's lips would brush against the shell of your ear. "that's rich of you to say. the sight of you in this costume is enough to bring me to my knees." his hazel gaze would settle over you and you'd know that you were really in for it tonight. he'd turn you around and brush his erection against your backside while you exhale sharply. "is that what you want, kitten? to have me crawling on my hands and knees for a chance to taste you?" his lips would brush against your neck, awakening a familiar aching sensation in your core. "you should know that i'm not above begging."

you'd grind against him as a slew of curses flies out of his mouth. "i'd never dream of making my mate beg," you'd say with a sly smile. "if you wanted to take me right here and right now, you know damn well that i'd let you, azriel."

it's not long before he's dragging you into the men's bathroom. his kisses would be wet and hot, hungry to taste every inch of you as he presses you against the closed door. azriel would taste like whiskey and mint and you'd get lost in his lips as he perches you up on the marble countertop.

he'd be so impatient with the catsuit, zipping it down so that the cool air kisses your bare skin. you wouldn't be cold for long because azriel's then trailing kisses to your neck, collarbone, and breasts, only to stop just below your navel. he'd part you legs further apart and growl at how wet you already were for him. azriel would run two fingers over your slit and your arousal would glisten on his middle and pointer finger before he brings them to his mouth to taste you. "already so wet for me," az says with a grin. "i meant it when i said i'd get on my knees for you."

your mate would quite literally kneel before you and hike your legs over his shoulders. he'd sink the faux fangs into your inner thighs with a smirk before discarding them and eating you out like his life depended on it.

the thing about azriel is that he's a giver. he'd eat your pussy like he'd been starved for years and you were a feast laid out just for him. he knew where to lick, suck, and swirl, his expert tongue knowing exactly what spot to give attention to. azriel would stop at nothing to make you cum over and over again on his tongue.

with your fingers curled in his hair and your thighs clenched around his neck, azriel would make sure to coax you through the peak of your pleasure as your back arched against the mirror and your moans bounced off the walls. he didn't give a damn if anyone heard. in fact, he wanted the entirety of rita's that it was him and him alone that could make you lose control like this.

just as you rode out your orgasm, he'd replace his mouth with his fingers, plunging two of them into your pussy while his thumb rubs circles around your sensitive clit. he'd take great pleasure in tilting your head back and kissing you deeply, swirling his tongue against yours so you could taste yourself on him.

"that's it, kitten. only i can make you cum like this."

you'd pant as he licks up every last drop, kissing the inside of your thighs gently while you rode out your high. his face would be flushed and his lips dripping with your juices as he comes up from between your legs.

your mate is so gentle as he wipes you down, brushing your hair back and making sure to check that you were alright. he'd kiss the top of your head and give you that smile - the one that only you got to see. "i love you so fucking much."

you'd giggle. "i love you too, az."

azriel would beam as he helps you off the countertop. "have i mentioned how much i love this costume on you?" he'd flick the faux ears perched on top of your head. "though i have to say, i think i'd much prefer it on our bedroom floor."

you'd smile. "i think i would too. do you want to go home and test that theory?"

azriel would open the bathroom door, lacing his fingers in yours. "i thought you'd never fucking ask."

#this was...feral of me #but i am not sorry #azriel #azriel fic #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel smut #azriel drabble #azriel fluff #masterlist #jess writes

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potofstewie · 1 year

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Ask Again

The Low Down: A love story about a question that takes many forms but is always asked.

Word Count: 637

Pairing: Rengoku x Reader

The things to know: Reader uses she/her, fluff, slight angst, reader playfully insults

A/N: Aight, so this has been sitting in my head for like two days straight until I woke up in a cold sweat to write a really rough draft in my phone at 4am. However I'm glad that this is finally freed from the shackles of my mind.

“What?!” She yelled, eyes wide in bewilderment. The little boy gave a wide grin, a tooth missing on both rows of teeth.

“Since my little brother was born I came up with the perfect idea! Let’s be mommy and daddy together!” He stated again in his high pitched voice, chest puffing with pride.

“Kyojuro, you idiot! No way!” She balled up her small fist and lightly hit his shoulder as her cheeks began to heat. “You can ask me that when you become a demon slayer!” She countered before running off in embarrassment, leaving a love struck Kyojuro behind.

“I’m sorry, repeat that?” She gave a dry chuckle as she watched the living embodiment of the sun cross his arms, flaming eyes drinking in her dumbfounded expression.

“When I-“ A voice crack made itself known to the two youngsters causing the male to clear his throat, a giggle leaving the other’s lips. “When I pass the test and become a full fledged demon slayer, will you be mine?” He repeated, the blush on his face growing darker. The girl rubbed her cheek as heat rushed to it, her palms becoming clammy.

“A-ask me again when you become a pillar.” She said bluntly before giving him a quick hug. “Good luck on the test and don’t die, you idiot.” She said in haste before running off into the comfort of her house, leaving behind a male who’s heart could leap out of his chest at any moment.

“A special date?” She asked, arms crossed as she looked at the flame pillar in amusement. He pulled her closer by the waist, hands seeping warmth through her kimono.

“Yes! There’s a perfect picnic spot I know of and we haven’t spent time together in a while. It’s also a great place to ask you something important!” He said enthusiastically, hungry for a response. But she knew exactly what he implied. He’s asked it numerous times before, all in different variations.

“We’ll go after your train ride and then you can ask me your, oh so important question.” She said slyly, causing a hearty chuckle to erupt from the pillar. Before she could give another remark, his warm lips met with hers. Large hands snaked up to the sides of her neck, thumbs caressing her cheeks. A soft sigh flew from her nose as he gently tilted her head to the side, allowing for a deeper kiss. Delicate hands rested upon his wrists as he pulled away, a few inches of space between the lovers.

“Come back to me and don’t do anything stupid, promise?” She asked, earning a soft smile from her beloved.

“I’d do nothing else, my flame.” He said softly before placing a kiss on her forehead before leaving a lovesick woman behind.

“You were right, Kyojuro. This place really is perfect.” She said as she gently ran her fingers through her lover’s hair who rested his head upon her lap. Cherry blossoms twirled and danced in the air among the two beings as she gently rubbed her thumb over the bandages that found a home on his forehead. He gazed at her softly with a single eye, the other hidden behind taped gauze.

“..Should I ask you that question again? I know I’ve asked it for years, but allow me to ask it just once more.” He smiled up at her as she giggled.

“I’ll give you a proper answer this time ‘round.” She said, cupping her partner’s cheek tenderly.

“Y/n, will you m-” The words that he held onto in his heart for what felt like an eternity were cut short by a quick yet loving kiss.

She laughed as she watched a flustered expression take over his face, the noise sounding of silver bells to the man’s reddened ears.

“Of course I will, idiot.”

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2022

#rengoku x y/n #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny rengoku #rengoku fluff #original stew

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axel-silverly · 2 months

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Hello everyone! I decided to start writing for this amazing fandom, nice to meet you all!

To start off I'll introduce my MC, as most of the stuff I'll write will revolve around him, so, let's get this started!

Name: Jung Aglas

Age: 22

Ethnicity: Half Korean- Half Indian

Height: 173 cm/ roughly 5,6 ft

Major: Film direction

Sexuality: Gay, poly

Idiosyncrasy: Teasing (giving); Breeding (roleplay, reciving); Overstimulation (both ways)

(More details under the cut)

- Horny, like very horny, a full fledged manwhore

- Sex is on his brain like 70% of the time, 10% is "omg i'm so poor" and the other 20% is about cinematography

- Although he does watch porn for the usual reason, he's very picky about it, not even in the sense he can't watch it if it includes certain kinks or if it doesn't, it's just he won't watch it if it's below a certain registic quality. Which means that if you luckly recived a porn reccomandation from him it was probably the best one you've ever seen

- He likes it when people get possessive over him, believe me, he's been having a field day ever since he came to hell

- Although he's mainly a bottom, he's a dominant bottom, like "You want this? You better do as I say." He doesn't mind being a top sometimes tho, sometimes he actually demands it

- Even if he's sassy, a tease, lustful, flamboyant etc. He's surprisingly very good and soft with kids

- He dreams of becoming a movie director... To direct porn. Because of this it gets really annoying if you watch a movie with him because he subconciously started seeing them through professional lenses, so he comments one every two scenes, like: "Why did they even take this registic decision? God that was so stupid.."; "Oh! Oh my that was such a big mistake- Did you see that?! Here, let me show you.."; "Ah! Oh I liked that a lot! Wait, I have to see it again so I can be sure on how they did it!"

- He's the most loyal and honest person you could ever meet, Need a favour? He's on it! He made a promise with you? He'll go to the world's end to keep it! Need an honest opinion on something? He'll say it as it is!

- He also loves giving pep talks to his friends, wheter it is to boost their confidence or just to cheer them up after a shitty day

And... Yeah that's it for now! Hope you liked it, I plan on explaining his relationship with Minhyeok next post.

Until then, I'll see you next time! ~🖤🔮

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in hell is bad mc #whb mc #what in “hell” is bad

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mshroom1e · 1 year

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Hello! It's my first time requesting but I loved ur azul fic omg. Can I please have azul x gn! Reader where azul maybe comforts the reader because they can see they're really tired and always sleeping in and just not feeling all that great mentally. (Depression episode I suppose) if you dont want to write something depressing that's alr! Then maybe just like headcanons of napping with azul u can make it crack if u want I dont mind. Whatever ur comfortable with! If u like neither feel free to not do this request that's alr. Thank you :) have a good day and week ♡

Hello, thank you so much for the request!! I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer but I hope you enjoy it. I really liked writing the hcs stuff and can't wait to do more of them in the future. Finally, I hope I did well portraying how Yuu feels throughout this.

type: fanfic/hcs

Summary: Yuu hasn't been feeling the best and Azul tries his best to help with feeling better. Comfort, followed by some headcanons.

1.3k words

tags: reader receiving comfort, fluff

Warning(s): Depressive Episode

Life at NRC was rough. Everything went as swimmingly as a house on fire and you were completely drained. Exhausted.

Getting out of bed was much more of a hassle than it should've been. You were constantly exhausted, already having had enough of the day despite it just being started. No matter how much you tried, your body wouldn't cooperate and just flop back onto the bed. You were late to class on most mornings, and on the days you did manage to make it on time, you were in a vicious battle with sleep and always seemed to lose. The persistent tiredness and overall low mood made you feel, to put it plainly, like absolute shit.

On one particular morning, you couldn't find it in yourself to get out of bed. Virtually, you had given up. All that was left of your little remaining willpower diminished. Dissipated.

Azul noticed the lack of your presence instantly. He usually passed by you in hallways before class, always smiling at you or greeting you as you crossed paths. It was unusual to never see you at all during the day. He realised your worsening mental and physical conditions a few days before you didn't show up at school, but thought it was just him seeing it as no one else he asked seemed to notice at all. He was extremely worried, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of what to do to help you in any good way.

Concern for you became full-fledged worry as you were nowhere to be seen at the Mostro Lounge. About a week prior, you promised Azul that you would meet up with him at the lounge to spend some time together once it closed as you were both too busy to see each other during the day. At first, he thought it was just a simple case of being stood up on a date, but something inside him told him it was something more than that. Something he needed to help with.

So that's why Azul found himself in front of the rickety Ramshacke dorm, a bag of bits and bobs in tow, all gathered to make you feel better. The outside door was unlocked, which made sense as it was still during the day. He let himself into the dorm's entrance, greeting the air as he entered.

"Pardon the intrusion..." Azul gently pushed your bedroom door with his foot, arms full of all the items he brought in the hopes of making you feel better.

He carried mostly snacks, medicine, in case you were sick, blankets, a few oversized clothes since he knew how much you loved wearing them, and other things he thought you might need.

The human-sized lump under the covers of your bed was enough to tell Azul where you had been the whole day. His shoulders slumped as he set down the bags and carefully approached you.

You lay on your side, face almost completely covered by your blanket. You weren't even able to muster the strength to greet Azul when he walked into the room as you stared straight ahead, eyes glazed over and staring at nothing.

"Yuu?" He called out your name and placed himself on a spot next to you on the medium sized bed, the mattress slowly dipping under the new mass on top of it.

If Azul was being completely honest with himself, he had no idea what to do. He was so used to only relating with the majority of his peers due to his deals and other shady business that he gained such little emotional intelligence.

When you didn't reply, he settled for placing a hand on where he assumed your shoulder was, as if to let his prescence be known by you and for you to know that you weren't alone anymore.

Azul sat with you for a few minutes before you reached out of the blanket bundle and softly wrapped your hands around his torso, pulling him towards you in some sort of awkward hug. His eyes widened a fraction before he relaxed and allowed you to hold him.

There was a little more awkward shuffling before you ended up with your head on his shoulder and hands clutching onto the back of his uniform tightly. He leaned back onto the headboard and let your body weight rest on himself. He figured he would just wait until you were happy enough to start talking, so he slowly rubbed circles on your back as he felt his shoulder become damp.

Your silent tears became sniffles and sobs as you could finally release all the emotional constipation you felt. As you cried, you practically latched onto Azul like a koala, hugging him as you imagined Floyd would "squeeze" people.

His body was more cool than warm. Frequent hugs and touches with Azul taught you that his body didn't regulate its own heat at all, meaning he was always cold to the touch and today was no exception. Despite the chilling cold, he was still comfortable to lean against. His lack of warmth was made up by your own.

After your sobs and sniffles reduced, you pulled away from Azul, your face a few inches away from his and your eyes looking to the side.

"I'm sorry..." you started, "about all this."

Azul's eyes softened. He felt something inside him sting at the state you were in. To him, you were a beacon of light. Your presence was enough to give him a reason to keep going. Always managing to shine brightly despite whatever life threw at you. But no pillar lasts forever. Even the most formidable were due to crumble sooner or later. However, it can remain standing and in good condition when taken care of and supported in the correct way. And that was exactly what Azul was going to do.

He may not have the best way with words outside his deals and shady transactions, but he knew he could support you by listening and doing his best to take care of you until you were able to pick yourself back up and continue being as brilliant as you always were.

Azul would be so awkward but try his best when comforting someone.

Awkward back pats all the way

I imagine that he wouldn't say much, but his comforting actions are enough to make his s/o feel a lot better.

Definitely cancells whatever he's doing to make time to spend with you.

He'd have a list somewhere of all the things you like. From your favourite snacks to what takes your mind off things the most.

He wouldn't blatantly ask about your likes though, he'd probably watch the way you interact with things for a while and then ask you if you like those certain things.

Speaking of his list, he has a cute notebook dedicated to you since studying is what he does best.

He would use his cooking skills to make your favourite comfort dish.

Would smile genuinely when you compliment his cooking but would try to hide it behind smirking while adjusting his glasses, like he usually does.

Once you're done eating, you would play board games together and watch your eyes light up with a huge dopey smile on his face.

He'd maybe lose on purpose just to see you cheer up after gaining a victory. He might do that once in a while but don't expect him to always go easy on you, especially when you notice him letting you win or if you love competition.

Sucks at acting so you can definitely tell when he's pretending to lose

Is pretty good at hugs

His body feels cold to the touch, because octopus, but its a comforting kind of cold he radiates.

If you're shorter, he places his head on top of yours when you lean against him and if you're taller, you rest your head on his shoulder or he rests his head on yours.

"You have absolutely nothing to apogise for. You deserve so much for all that you've done and I wish that whatever appreciation that others don't show you, you should be the one to show yourself."

#gn reader #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul twisted wonderland #azul twst #twst hcs #twst #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #fanfic

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luvsellie · 2 years

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STROKE [e.williams]

pairing modern au!ellie x fem!reader

summary after months of not seeing your girlfriend due to her being on tour, you decide to surprise her by flying out before one of her shows

warnings fluff fluff and more fluff, heavy make-out scene ;)

wc 3.9k

note someone tell me why i can literally hear ellie loud and clear in almost every single piece of dialogue i actually gave myself butterflies while writing this

inspired by brooklyn baby (adeline troutman)

part 2

in all the years that you had known ellie, you had grown used to her constant leaving for tours and other events. you knew what you had gotten yourself into when dating a member of savage starlight, the indie-rock band your girlfriend had been a part of since her early teens. and, so, even when most of your support came from behind the screen of a cell phone, you still cherished every second spent interacting with her. but the constant longing to see her in the flesh led you to where you were now; waiting in a dimly lit dressing room, your nerves tuned as high as they could go.

muffled talking came from the other side of the door, and when you recognized the sultry voice of ellie, you suddenly felt faint.

“no, tell jesse i said we don’t have time-” the sentence abruptly stopped as your girlfriend walked into the room, her slightly annoyed expression slipping into something more shocked. “oh my god, babe, what’re you doing here?”

you jumped down from the stool you sat on, a nervous, toothy grin plying your mouth open. “i pulled some strings, booked a flight, and, well, here i am.”

some part of you panicked when she only continued to stand in the doorway with wide eyes, a surprised dina right behind her.

“you’re, uh, glad i’m here, right?” you managed to ask, hating the unfamiliar awkwardness and hoping you hadn’t caught her at a bad time.

nodding frantically, ellie dropped her guitar case by the door and rushed over, almost tripping on her own feet before enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. she pressed a kiss to the side of your head as she whispered, “god, you have no idea how glad i am that you’re here.”

over her shoulder, you watched as dina gave you a quick salute before closing the door and walking in the opposite direction.

“i’ve missed you,” you said into ellie’s hair, inhaling deeply and reliving a sudden nostalgia. “like, a lot, el.”

smiling, she pulled away just enough to cup your cheeks, her green eyes flecked with gold. she scanned your face before leaning in and kissing you. deeply. “me too,” she muttered against your lips. “me-fucking-too.”

before she could start a full-fledged makeout, you grabbed her wrists. “el.” when she only started to move toward your jaw and neck, you tried again. “ellie.”

“what?” she mumbled, her mouth still attached to your burning skin, body backing you against the vanity.

as your ass hit the wooden surface, you craned your neck enough to get her to pause and look at you. she slid her hands from your waist to your hips as you said, “talk to me first. then your horny ass can do whatever you want to me.”

ellie let out an amused scoff, her lips quirking up on one side. “anything i want?”

“yes,” you assured in the same tone of voice. “i promise.”

a throaty chuckle left your girlfriend before she took a step back and let her arms fall back to her sides. “okay then.”

you took a seat in the chair from earlier as ellie turned around. “tell me how the tour’s been. i wanna know it’s everything that you’ve dreamed of.”

“it’s…well, as one would expect tour to be,” she said, picking up her guitar case from the floor. she set it near an end table before working the ends of her t-shirt over her head. “the cities are great, so’s the audience—boston was my favorite for obvious reasons—but the jetlag and constant hustle are starting to be quite exhausting.” she shrugged on a gray wife-beater before adding, “and i was starting to really miss you.”

smiling down at your lap, you twisted toward her vanity. busying your fingers with organizing the cosmetics there, you said, “yeah, the phone calls and facetime’s really aren’t the same, huh?”

“as great as it is to have modern technology,” ellie began, “the real thing is much better.”

you hummed your approval as you grabbed a small jar that you didn’t recognize. looking over your shoulder in the mirror, you asked ellie, “what’s this?”

she squinted before moving closer. realization hit her with widened eyes. “paint. it’s face-slash-body paint. since it’s pride month, me and dina paint our flags on our cheeks for concerts.”

your mouth opened in a silent ‘o’ as your girlfriend came up behind you. she braced a hand on your left shoulder as she reached for a bottom drawer and opened it. “all the other colors are in here.”

rather than placing the jar in the drawer, you grabbed some of the bottles and hauled them out one by one. “so, do you apply the paint yourself, or does dina?”

“i do,” ellie said immediately, her gaze narrowing as she stared at your reflection in the mirror. “why?”

you shrugged, a small pout appearing on your mouth. “no reason; just wondering.”

“uh-huh.” the verbal response was anything but convinced, but ellie let your answer slide. in fact, she suggested, “how about you paint the lesbian flag on my cheek?” she glanced at the clock that was bolted to the wall above the doorway. “i’ve got a show in about, give or take, two hours. it’ll have to be done at some point, so, why not now?”

your eyebrows jumped to your hairline. “are you serious?”

“of course,” ellie mused, grabbing the appropriate colors and lining them up before you. based on the toothy grin she was sporting, you guessed that she also had something else in store.

clearing your throat, you shifted on the stool before standing. “here, take my seat.”

slightly confused, ellie took a step back. she pointed a thumb over her shoulder. “why don’t we use the lounge chair over there?”

“oh,” you merely said, blinking from the auburn-haired woman to the magenta furniture. “yeah, that totally works. good idea.”

ellie hid a smile as she grabbed three of the five colors and went over to the cushioned chair. she set the paints by one of the wooden legs and sat down, scooching low enough so that she was at an angle. her eyes reflected pure excitement as she watched you bring over the remaining two jars and a few small brushes.

“come here,” she said thickly, patting the uppermost part of her thigh.

heart already hammering in your chest, you lifted a leg over her pelvis and straddled her body. she shifted underneath you, warmth radiating off her sun-kissed skin.

trying to gather your muddling thoughts, you inhaled sharply, speaking more to yourself than to ellie. “okay, here we go.” with that, you opened the dark orange and leaned over her, brush in hand.

the only noise that followed was steady breathing, the air between you both growing unbelievably dense. as you dipped the bristles into the creamy paint, you forced yourself to breathe deeply through your nose, calming the heightened nerves that had returned from earlier.

the first stroke made ellie’s eye twitch. “jesus christ, that’s cold.”

“sorry,” you muttered, continuing on and ignoring your girlfriend’s sharp inhales. well, you tried to. she kept moving her head. not by much, but enough so that it was still a noticeable disturbance. “ellie. stop fidgeting.”

“but it’s fucking cold,” she said, her words coming out in a whine.

you huffed, shifting your weight enough to reach your free arm up to her chin. now gripping it between your thumb and forefinger, you said, “since when do you whimper like that?”

her brows rose in immediate challenge. “whimper? i didn’t—i don’t—whimper,” she spat the word with distaste. “i merely complained, okay?”

“okay,” you settled with a smile, tilting her head just enough to continue your work and add another layer of the dark orange on the apple of her cheek.

the next few minutes followed in silence, but even without ellie talking to you outright, you could feel her eyes burning into you. her stare wasn’t menacing; it was filled with both admiration and her utmost attention. she took the opportunity as an excuse to observe you.

after swapping out colors and giving the small flag every bit of your focus, you eventually finished, leaning back with a sigh. “done.”

ellie stretched her neck and lifted her arms back. “ugh, fucking finally; i can move.”

you scoffed down at her as you closed the lid on the magenta. “i didn’t hold you down for that long. i took, at most, like, probably ten minutes.”

“i’d argue twenty,” she replied bluntly, though a teasing smile tugged on the corners of her mouth.

“whatever,” you dismissed with an eye roll, already trying to get off her lap.

at your movement, ellie’s hands latched onto your hips, holding you firmly in place. “where do you think you’re going? it’s my turn; i get to paint something on you.”

“okay, that was not the deal-” you tried.

“there was no deal,” ellie reminded you, the smugness on her face incredibly familiar.

sitting back, you said, “alright. but i specifically remember you asking me to paint the lesbian flag on your cheek. that was it. there was nothing else.”

“yes, yes. although, before that, you told me i could do whatever i wanted with you after we talked, and, well, i’m pretty sure we talked,” ellie said, sitting up fully with you still in her lap. “so, whether you like it or not, i’m painting something on you.”

pursing your lips and acting like there was a decision to be made when there clearly wasn’t, you gave in. “fine. but if you paint a dick on my forehead, or anywhere on my body, i am breaking up with you on the spot, understood?”

already smirking, ellie reached for the lighter shade of pink with a low whistle. “yes ma'am.”

the acknowledgment sent your stomach flying. her tone made it sound like you had more authority in this relationship than what was actually true.

“alrighty,” ellie started, glancing at your face with narrowed eyes, "what to paint, what to paint…”

“you didn’t already have an idea?” you asked with a skeptical expression.

she gave you a look. “well, i technically do. this”—she motioned to your face with an open palm—“just isn’t the canvas i had intended it for.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you said, though you figured you already knew what she meant.

and, of course, ellie was completely aware of this. “you know what i mean, babe.” she didn’t waste a second before adding, “take your shirt off.”

you were sure that when you swallowed, it was audible. but, without hesitation or argument, you did as you were told, and ellie was more than glad to help as well. her nimble fingers followed yours as you tugged off your plain t-shirt, exposing the bland maroon bra you wore. ellie simply tossed the piece of clothing over by the vanity.

“there we go,” she murmured, using a hand to push you back. “now lay down.”

tongue pressing into the back of your teeth, you scooted off her lap and onto the cushion, letting your head rest on the soft surface, though there was no elevation like the other end.

ellie moved over you, her jean-clad leg coming to rest between your own as she took in her ‘canvas.’ her dilated pupils and half-lidded stare made your skin heat up tremendously.

“what’re you going to paint?” you asked.

she shrugged, the flag on her cheek glinting in the low light. “you’ll see.”

there was no fighting her; if she wanted you to wait, you’d wait. but that wouldn’t stop you from guessing.

releasing a shaky breath, you peeled your eyes from ellie to the ceiling. as you tried to distract yourself from the sudden cool draft in the room by counting the tiles above you, a hand snaked its way under your waist. it pulled just enough to make you arch.

“stay like this,” ellie muttered, drawing away to grab one of the jars. she twisted the top off and dipped the already-stained bristles into the paint. wetting her lips, she steadied the brush just under your bra before pressing it to your skin and drawing the first stroke.

you lied there, following her instruction, and letting her paint whatever the hell she wanted on your stomach. and, although there were moments where you felt yourself move in order to gain more comfortability, ellie made sure her hand was there to guide you back or hold you in place.

with each passing second, and every deep inhale, the quiet stretched on, leaving you to silently try and think about what the woman practically on top of you was painting. though even with all the brain power you could muster, nothing popped into recognition.

“i think i’m going to start guessing,” you said with an exasperated sigh. “it’s killing me just lying here.”

chuckling, ellie nodded. “figured you’d speak up soon enough. but guess all you want, i’m not letting you see it until after i’m done.” she slouched down a little further, her warm breath beginning to tickle.

“well, you never were the best liar, so we’ll just have to see if your facial expressions give anything away,” you teased with a smile.

“uh, i am an excellent liar,” ellie said defensively. she looked up from her work as she went on. “you just happen to be the only person i can’t lie to.”

when she averted her eyes, you pressed, “and why is that?”

ellie mumbled something under her breath, strands of hair falling around her face.

“speak up,” you said boldly, lifting yourself with your forearms and testing how far you could get if you played this game with borrowed courage.

eyes slowly sliding up to meet yours, ellie’s gaze narrowed. “what?”

“i said,” you started, “speak up. you don’t like it when i mumble, so why should i allow you to do it?”

there was something like surprise on ellie’s face, but it was gone just as fast as it had appeared. the immediate look of challenge she shot your way made you regret speaking up. of course, you were never going to get away with talking to her like that. you never did.

chest rising and falling with slow—but definitely quickening—breaths, you had failed to notice that the brush’s bristles were no longer tickling your skin. rather, they were poised just above the most recent stroke.

“what happened to you guessing?” ellie asked with a scoff, defectively changing the subject.

ignoring her poke and sitting up a little more, you said, “what did you mutter? why can’t you lie to me, ellie?”

she exhaled through her nose before answering. “because i don’t need to. you know me in and out. lying to you would be a waste of both our time.” sliding a hand from your side to your shoulder, she continued. “now, i’m not going to tell you again, lay back. and stay that way.”

having no choice but to obey, you let yourself stare up at the ceiling once again. the air in the room had shifted from dense to just downright thick with unspoken sexual tension. it left you craving her touch. the way she was hovering over your body just wasn’t enough.

gulping thickly, you said, “is it, um, a guitar, or something?”

ellie scoffed, her mouth curving into a smile as she returned to her work. “nope. you’re never gonna get it, babe. just wait ‘til i’m done.”

“why can’t you just tell me?” you whined, wriggling with impatience. “i want to know what it is.”

grinning in amusement, ellie shook her head. “not happening, sweetheart. but, i’m almost done, so just give me a few more minutes, alright?”

“fine.” you frowned and let out an exaggerated sigh, still mentally trying to guess what she had decided to paint just above your navel.

as more quiet settled in, the sound of an a/c unit turning on sparked an idea. you tugged on your bottom lip with your teeth, sifting through the possibilities of your plan to get your girlfriend undressed actually working. with nothing but your pride to lose, you opened your mouth. “you know, this shirt-to-skin ratio isn’t fair.”

ellie didn’t waste a second as she quipped, “is that so?”

“mm hm,” you hummed, wiggling your hips slightly and mustering every bit of your courage to continue. “you should take your shirt off.”

now grinning down at your stomach, ellie licked her lips, not showing any signs of shock or surprise at your bluntness. she tilted her head to the side as she looked up. “okay,” she agreed, sticking the brush’s handle between her teeth before peeling the garment of clothing over her head, careful not to hit the object in her mouth.

the sight of ellie in nothing but a black sports bra, jeans hugging every sharp curve, made your tongue run dry and desperation spark higher and higher. the painted lesbian flag on her cheek seemed to send you over whatever ledge you had been hanging from.

“kiss me,” you found yourself whispering, making to grab at the auburn-haired woman with quick hands.

but ellie decided she wasn’t going to give in so quickly, at least not without a little teasing. grabbing the paintbrush from her teeth, she said, “getting a little demanding, now, are we?”

“ellie.” her name came out in a pleaded whimper, and you started to sit up, itching to get closer. your fingers latched onto the discarded shirt in her lap; you threw that and the paintbrush onto the floor, not caring if paint got onto things that it shouldn’t.

“fuck,” you heard ellie say, dropping the teasing tone and letting you push her back into the lounge chair. she didn’t really care that the art she had painted was about to get smudged against her own abdomen.

straddling her hips once again, you wasted no time pulling her in for a rushed kiss. “i need you,” you said between breaths, feeling her fingers skim your back.

“i know,” she muttered, letting the words fade as you leaned down and trailed kisses down the column of her throat. exhaling shakily, she found the back of your bra, undoing the clasp in one swift motion. you pulled away just enough to let her slip the garment down your arms and off your front.

now completely topless, ellie made a go for your chest, her lips leaving wet, bruised marks on your hot skin. it was when her mouth latched onto one of your taunt nipples—thumb and forefinger fondling the other—that your hips started to grind down on her thigh, chasing the release that had begun to build.

your arousal spread lower and lower, and, with each hickey, you swore that your heartbeat was now in your cunt.

as ellie switched from one breast to the other, you couldn’t help the lewd moan that passed your lips, your fingers threading themselves into her wolfcut. she let out a guttural groan when you tugged on her hair, the vibrations against your sensitive bud sending another wave of shallow whines into the air.

“i love you,” ellie stated, her weighted sentiment sending you into spiraling, heavy breaths. her lips started back up the valley of your breasts again. “i love you so fucking much.”

you inhaled sharply as her kisses traveled the expanse of your neck and toward your mouth. “i love you too, ellie.”

when her lips found yours, she thrusted her hips to meet your own, hands squeezing the flesh there. her tight grip controlled the speed at which you were humping her thigh.

you kissed her feverishly, your front pressed against hers and smearing the still-wet paint from your torso to hers. but neither of you cared, nor heard the approaching footsteps outside in the hallway. only when someone pounded on the door did you flinch with recognition.

“oh, come on,” ellie muttered as she pulled back, her gaze sliding from you to the direction of the noise. she pushed you off gently and stood. “wait here.”

grabbing your bra from the floor and putting it back on, you watched ellie answer the door, her back muscles working with every move.

you couldn’t make out every word being exchanged, but you were sure that you heard ‘rehearsal’ and ‘right now?’ flow between the conversation. sure enough, when ellie finally shut the door, she had a sour look on her face.

“lemme guess,” you began, swinging your legs over the edge of the chair, “you have to go rehearse or something?”

“unfortunately,” she sighed, walking over to you and reaching down to grab her shirt from the floor. she planted an arm beside you before kissing your cheek. her breath tickled your skin as she said, “we’ll finish this later. and don’t get any funny ideas while i’m gone, yeah?”

you grinned and pulled her in for a quick peck on the lips before motioning downwards. “no promises, my love. and it looks like you got a little something on your stomach.”

ellie followed your gaze, staring at some of the smudged pink and orange. “oh,” she merely acknowledged, quickly shrugging her shirt over her head. as the paint disappeared behind fabric, she kissed the back of her teeth. “there. now no one will know what we were up to.”

“the purplish marks on your neck say otherwise,” you countered, standing from your spot with a short laugh. pulling her in by the belt loops on her jeans, you lowered your voice as you said, “but don’t worry, i think they look great on you.”

smirking, your girlfriend let you fix a few strands of her misplaced hairs. “yours look quite lovely as well.”

“well, the artist did do a lovely job,” you complimented, looking at her with large, doe-like eyes.

she grinned, going to say something snarky when another loud knock came from the door. “ellie, let’s go!” jesse shouted from the other side.

letting out an annoyed sigh, ellie turned to you, “babe, i gotta go.”

“i know,” you said, your hands resting on her shoulders. squeezing lightly, you leaned in to kiss her, satisfied with the time you had spent, but also dreading to see her walk away, even if you knew she’d be back within a few hours.

ellie pushed her lips against yours, palms sliding down to cup your ass before she eventually pulled away, the logical part of her brain telling her to wrap things up. “i’ll see you in a bit,” she whispered, your breaths mixing in the open air.

you nodded before opting to sit back down, watching as ellie finally turned, picked up her guitar case, and stepped out into the corridor. she left you in baiting silence.

exhaling heavily, you glanced over at the vanity, tilting your head to the side as you remembered the whole reason that you had moved to the lounge chair in the first place. you grabbed the dirty brushes and a few of the paints before moving over to the vanity again. as you placed the art materials on the sleek wood, you caught the vibrant colors decorating the area below your bra.

the paint was smeared, sure, but there was no denying the lesbian flag-colored planets and stars peppering your skin. of course, you thought. of course, ellie would paint something space-themed.

so, you stood there, gawking at the pink swirls and orange rings, as a sense of pride and warmth filling you to the brim. there was nothing, at this moment, that could possibly ruin the overwhelming happiness that came with seeing your girlfriend in person.

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love-toxin · 2 years

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heartflayer - eddie munson

plot: you've come to the most well-known--and only--DM in Hawkins to learn the art of D&D. but you have ulterior motives aside from learning the game, and they have everything to do with getting Eddie Munson of the infamous Hellfire club alone with you after school.

cws: fem-leaning!angelface, cheerleader!angelface, a touch of angst, mutual pining, D&D talk (5E), petnames, groping, kissing, the mildest of spicy talk, a little enemies to lovers, fluff ending.

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"Alright, angelface."

Eddie slams down his copy of the official Dungeons and Dragons Player's Manual on to the table in front of you, the sound ringing in your ears and causing you to jump in your seat.

"Consider this your initiation to the Hellfire Club. Pass this, and you shall be considered a full-fledged member."

You know what Eddie means when he says it like that, the rings on his fingers catching the light as he presses them against the cover. He had promised you a seat at the Hellfire table long before you ever got here, he said yes practically before the words even left your mouth. Apparently they were low on people (or 'subs' as he called them) at the time you asked, so he was more than happy to invite you on. But first thing's first–Eddie insisted you create your character beforehand, and you decided on a place and time that you could both spare from your…incredibly busy schedules. You're not quite sure what keeps him so busy, but you've got a lot on your plate with the cheer team–you had to get Chrissy to cover for you at practice today, just so you could be here.

"First thing's first. What race do you wanna be?" He plops himself down in the seat beside you, so close that your knees are touching, and produces a pencil from his pocket with the eraser chewed almost completely off. From within the book, he slips out a page structured with boxes and lines and words that you don't quite understand yet, but he writes your name in the top corner and looks back at you for your answer.

"Uh…human?"

"Do you know what races exist in D&D?" You shake your head at his query. When you said you knew nothing but you were ready to learn, you really did mean that you knew nothing. Lucky for you, he takes it in stride as he does most things.

"Mmkay, so we've got elves, humans, orcs, gnomes, dwarves…I think you'd make a good elf." You nod your head vigorously, giddy at the thought of a cool, graceful elf like the ones Eddie's always talking to his friends about in his favourite fantasy stories. You've even heard him read a little bit out loud from some of his favourites when you were listening especially closely at the lunch table. "Right. Elf…"

He glances over at you, pencil paused in thought. His eyes narrow at you like he's thinking hard. "You wanna play a cleric?"

You happily "mhm" in agreement, totally open to whatever he has in mind. Eddie makes a sound of what you think might be dissent, but then a smirk rolls in as he looks you up and down before writing it down.

"Is that…bad?" He shakes his head, curls flying back and forth as he backpedals.

"No, no! Not at all, not at all, I just…nevermind." He waves it off, and becomes much more focused on scratching the letters that spell out your new class into your character page. But his pencil halts when he gets there, rolling between his fingers like he wants to say something more.

"It's very you." He says it without looking you in the eyes, and you don't miss the way his fingers clench around his pencil.

"What do you mean?" A huff. Did you make him upset, you wonder? But…no, he's just not looking your way, and biting the end of his pencil as he tries to find the right words.

"Well, clerics…they're all pretty pure, and holy, and…you get what I mean? You're really…angelic, like that. Anyways," You can't help the smile stretching wide over your lips. Eddie is well known for being a bit abrasive and hard to approach, even aside from his appearance putting people off, so to hear such a sweet observation from someone like him, from him…you can't deny that it feels good to hear such a genuine compliment from him.

"Don't get cocky, sweetheart. I didn't ask you to marry me." Clearly he notices that look, and while he says as much, you can clearly see the smile that tweaks at his lips as he talks and the rosy tinge to his cheeks.

"Anyways, you also need some dice. I'll lend you mine to roll your stats, and you can borrow a set from Dustin at our meeting, but in the meantime I'll scope out a set for you to have." Eddie sticks a hand into his bag, rifling around for a bit until he pulls out a much smaller, velvety black pouch. He sticks a finger in the top and pushes it apart, before flipping the pouch over on to his hand for seven black dice to rattle into his palm.

"Thank you, Eddie."

"Thank me when you manage to stop Vecna." He grins at you, before holding up a familiar die between two of his fingers.

"You know what this is, right?"

"D20?" Bird question. You know he's just testing the waters.

"Correct. You pass your first test of D&D. Although I would've had to kick you out if you didn't at least know that." Eddie tosses the die on to the table, and it rolls about on several sides before landing decisively–a 1. His nose scrunches up as he grimaces.

"Shit. Low numbers are bad. Here, you try." The D20 is plucked off the table and he drops it in your hand, and you make a bit of a show shaking it around in both your fists–which leads him to do a little drumroll with his fingers on the edge–before you let the die fall and roll to a stop just a few inches off your page. Eddie stands from his seat and leans over to make sure what he's seeing is right.

"20? Damn. You've got magic hands, angel."

"Or just beginner's luck." You try to brush it off, but damn does it feel good to win his approval. Even in such a miniscule way.

"Could be. Or maybe you're just hiding your rolling skills from me." Eddie pokes you in the forehead, smirking when you lightly smack away his hand and playfully stick your tongue out at him.

"Go on, let's roll your stats. Just roll it six times." You do exactly as he says, and land two 16s, 18, 17, 12, and a 9, each of them hastily scribbled down by your partner. Once you're done and you turn your attention back to Eddie, however, he's sitting slack-jawed with his pencil hovering over the page.

"No fucking.."

Within a second, he snatches the die off the table and rolls it himself. 2. 1. 1. 6. 9. 4.

"What the hell?" He grabs the wrist of the hand you had been using to roll, and makes a show of shaking it as he exclaims "Are you sucking all my good luck outta me?!"

"Maybe you're the one that sucks, Munson." You giggle, and he raises an eyebrow at you before sitting back in his seat with a smug expression on his face. Obviously there's something he knows that you don't, and you wonder whether or not you're gonna like the outcome. "Oh yeah? We'll see about that."

Eddie reaches across the table and slides over a big board map, a grid of small squares squiggled out in a careful hand over the entire thing. And from his box of curious D&D related items, he takes out two of them–a couple of miniature figurines, one of a generic character with a staff, and the other a tentacled monster dressed in what looks like a robe. He pushes the D20 into the palm of your hand, and closes your fingers over it with his gaze locked on to you intensely. It's a little flustering, but there's no way you can stop now.

"Roll. I'll let you know your modifier." You shake the die a little bit in your hand, before letting it clatter to the table and looking eagerly at the outcome.

"Alright, wisdom is your highest, so…shit. 20. Not nat, but still 20."

"What?"

"Your modifier," He repeats, though thankfully not in frustration. He's actually got much more patience than you anticipated he would, even for a newbie. "You get a plus four to your rolls because your wisdom is eighteen. Your ability score modifier increases or decreases based on the number…it's a little confusing. I'll have it all written down so you remember."

Eddie waves it off, switches his pencil for a nearby pen to make a note to himself on his wrist, and inadvertently causes you to swallow your shyness when he spells out your name on his skin. Not to mention the pencil held between his teeth as he does so, that only comes out when he finishes up and looks back at you with a cheeky grin.

"I should've invited you to Hellfire sooner. Make you my personal dice roller." He winks. Winks. Feels like this might be your chance.

"I wish I'd joined sooner, too. This is way more fun than cheer, and…I like spending this time with you, Eddie. You're way nicer than people give you credit for."

While he was moving to set the miniatures aside for later, his hand pauses and he looks back at you with some sort of incredulity on his face–and then, he scoffs.

"You're….ridiculous."

"And why is that, Munson?" You fiddle with your fingers beneath the table, your voice just barely betraying some anxiety that you're not sure if he can pick up. You've never really done this before, least of all, not to someone like Eddie–there are so many chances this could go sideways and you really don't wanna have to leave here with your tail between your legs.

"Because you can't be pretty, and sweet, and a dork. It's not fair…s'not fair at all." Eddie trails off, and…oh. Did he really say that much? He really admitted that you're…now you're both sat with dark faces and tense shoulders, but those little compliments wedge open the window for you to shoot your shot, finally.

"You wanna know what's even less fair?" You lean in a little closer, shuffle a little further over so your knees touch, but he's too slow to pull away.

"What?" Eddie's voice is more sobered and he says it softly, quietly, like he's almost afraid to know. You want nothing more than to put your hand on his leg as you whisper your confession, but for fear of making it seem like too much, you keep it back.

"Being pretty, being a dork, and being head over heels for you, Eddie."

Your gloss-stained lips nearly brush against his ear as you say it, each word as smooth as you intended even when it comes to calling him by his first name. It's perfect, you did it flawlessly, and when you pull away you half-expect him to be beet red and in shock–his expression as cute as you imagined it would be. But as soon as he opens his mouth, you get the exact opposite.

"Shut up. Don't lie to me." It takes you aback, but you've got hope, still. You always do.

"I'm not, Eddie. Why do you think I asked you to teach me now? When we're all alone?" You don't enjoy the stare he's giving you, it's cold, like he's trying to evaluate whether or not you're really lying to him. It seems like so much hinges whether you are or not that it might just break him if you were. But you know you're not.

"I still wanted to learn, don't get me wrong. But it's also because I wanted to get to know you." Part of you wants to move closer, but part of you is scared of how he might react if you do. There's that sick wonder in the back of your mind of whether he might blow up at you like everyone always says is so scary, but you don't want to give up, not yet. "I like you. I want to take part in the things you enjoy. And I've always wanted to try D&D, I was just too nervous to ask anybody. Much less…you."

You feel like you're talking too much, and Eddie is saying far, far too little.

"Eddie?" You reach out slowly to touch his hand, and his eyes dart down briefly before he finally meets yours again.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I don't believe you. What, your jock buddies tell you to say that to me?" He says it with so much venom that it stings, it wrenches you right in the heart and you're left speechless because of it. Eddie turns away from you, and forces his eyes down at the page you've been working on together.

"Eddie-" You can't tell, but he hates how soft your voice is when you say his name, how sweet it still sounds. He yanks his hand away from yours, and the empty feeling that lingers afterwards has never made such heavy guilt settle on your shoulders. Even if you haven't done anything wrong, you hate feeling like you did. Did you do something wrong? Was this all a huge mistake?

"I don't feel like getting my heart broken today, okay? Can you just leave?"

"What? What are you talking about, Eddie?" He cringes when his name leaves your mouth, and does his best to avoid looking you in the eyes.

"For fuck's sake–just go. I know you were just fucking with me. God, I'm fucking stupid.." He whispers under his breath.

"I'm not like them, Eddie! What's your problem?!" You get up from your seat, annoyed and honestly a little pissed off–and he follows, standing sharply to attention and facing you so he can look down at you.

"My problem is that I've had a crush on you for forever, and you're perfect!" His voice raises and falls as soon as those words come out, but when he looks on at your scowl the frustration seems to come right back with a vengeance. "And now the only person I've ever loved is suddenly so interested in my little cult club out of the blue? And you want me to believe you're not just mocking me? I know you think I'm a freak! I know it's just a joke. Good job."

The way he yells at you is so jarring, it's not playful or faux-annoyed like he does with his friends. It's angry and bitter, emotional, and you can sense that his scathing tone is from deep, deep within. It blinds you with hurt and fury to the point that you haven't even registered what he's just confessed until the words are already out of your mouth, belted out from a place of hurt and humiliation.

"Shut the fuck up, Eddie!"

"Why don't you make me?!"

He raises his voice even more, the words echoing off the high ceiling of the backstage area–and that's when you kiss him. Maybe to prove what you're saying is true, maybe just because you want to, you have no clue what possesses you to grab him and shove him into a kiss. But to your absolute shock, he kisses you back, much harder than you anticipated he would. You have to grab the edge of the table to keep from falling, before Eddie yanks you into his chest and holds you there with one hand pressed into your lower back. You couldn't get away from it if you tried, and you don't want to.

He's warm. Heated, maybe, but also comforting. And his lips are way softer than you thought they would be, way more plush against yours but still firm enough to keep you locked in. His grip isn't just tight, either, but desperate–he doesn't want to let you go, even when you gasp against his lips to try and get some air. Eddie just kisses you harder, sucking all that breath away until both of you are gasping for air as you break away.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…that was a dick move. Yelling at you. I'm sorry." He pants almost immediately, fingers twitching to touch you more but he keeps them back. Maybe out of fear, perhaps–fear that he's scared you just as much as he scares everyone else.

"I'm…not mad, Eddie. Not at you. I'm pissed at anyone who made you think that way, but.." You breathe against his lips, eyes darting down to get a glimpse of how flushed they are before you let them flutter back up. "..I'm not mad at you. I like you. And it was kinda…" You bite your lip.

"Stupid?" He offers, rather unhelpfully.

"Hot." You finish, and his eyes get all big and glimmery. "Not, uh, not you getting pissed. Just the, er, well…sorry. Nevermind." You try to turn your head away, but he leans in to follow you so you won't break your gaze from his.

"No, tell me." He's so strangely present, so hooked on your every word like it's a drag of a good cigarette after a long, long day.

"The way you grabbed me, and…that kiss, it was-"

"Fucking amazing. Better than I dreamed." He finishes for you, grinning almost dementedly–but on him, it's cute.

"You've dreamed about kissing me?" Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, like he can't believe you would even ask.

"I've imagined a lot more than that, sweetheart. You're lucky I didn't pop a button." That in itself breaks the tension with both of you sharing a laugh, Eddie moving with you as you throw your head back and try to smother the nasally snort that comes out with your giggles. Something about switching so fast from fury to laughter gives you a headrush, Eddie too, but when you drop your chin back down to look at him straight again, you know you couldn't be thinking more clearly than right now.

"Am I? You sure?"

"Oh god, don't say shit like that, sweetheart." Eddie moans, and suddenly you're a lot more aware of just how close you two are. He sways with you a little, but seems to stiffen up when you touch his shoulders and pull yourself even closer to his face. So close you can breathe each other's air like you're taking it straight from lung to lung.

"I'm still all riled up…I'll bend you over this table, angel. Swear to god. Won't be able to play without thinking about it." If it weren't Eddie, you would think that was nothing but a string of dirty words uttered out in hopes that it would have you soaking your panties. But the heat in Eddie's breath as he says it proves his sincerity to you, his hands tense against your back like he's just so close to the edge of giving in to the warmth of your body.

"There's nobody in here to stop us." You tease a curl of his hair between your fingers as you say it, and oh, it's like his eyes go from sweet, honey brown to black.

"Jesus," He growls, growls that word out. You know he's just seconds away from pouncing on you, all it would take is a few well-timed words to get him there. "You're trouble, aren't you? You….oooogh. You need that attitude fucked out of you, I think." Such lewd words coming out of him shouldn't be surprising, and they aren't but they do scratch some kind of itch you didn't even know you had to hear him talking dirty. You've got no idea just how filthy he can get, either.

"Want me to shut my mouth, Munson?" He groans out an "uh huh", at the mercy of your mouth wherever it deigns to take him.

"Then why don't you make me?"

You tilt your head and a smile crosses your lips as you pose that whispered question to him, and you can see it in his blown-out brown eyes that he's nowhere near kidding around. His hands creep under your shirt, sliding around your waist and pulling you back in so you're flush with his hips again–but right as he's leaning in to kiss you, his fingers curled into the hem of your skirt, the door to the hideout is thrown open and both of you jolt to attention and break away from each other. Eddie's hands come off your hips, and your fingers just starting to graze his jaw fly down and clasp themselves behind your back, and you step away just in time for a fresh-faced junior to come hurrying in like he's in some kind of rush.

"Dustin! Heeeey, Dustin…" Eddie shifts his weight from foot to foot, swaying his arms in a very weak attempt to seem like he's been totally innocent–but as soon as the curly-haired kid gets within a few feet of you, his eyes zero in on your unfamiliar face before darting between both of you.

"Uhhh….what are you guys doing? And who is this?" He raises a brow and searches you for familiarity, some kind of defining feature–but once they land on your cheerleading skirt, it seems to click.

"This is your new cleric. Say hello and welcome our elven healer-" He holds out his arms to display you and waggles his fingers, but trails off unexpectedly, the wind blowing right through his metaphorical sails. "...Well, we haven't decided on a name. But we'll figure it out."

Those beady eyes keep staring, switching, evaluating you two–and maybe it's the way you're standing or the glances you two share that give it away, but regardless, something tips him off to exactly what was going down just before he walked in.

"....Please don't tell me you guys were doing what I think you were doing."

"What?! Have faith! I would never ruin the sanctity of Hellfire club's sanctuary!" Eddie's just a little too sunny for you to believe it, and by the way Dustin rolls his eyes, he doesn't either.

"Suuuuure…" Dustin's disbelief and Eddie's insistence make for a pretty entertaining combo, and you find yourself giggling as your new DM knocks his hat off and ruffles the kid's curls, much to his shrieking dismay of "hey, watch the hair! no wedgies!". They remind you so much of brothers, it's almost uncanny to think that they aren't, really–but it does put some interesting thoughts into your head about Eddie and kids that you have to be quick to push away, lest you get flushed and flustered right before your first game. That thought is definitely too soon to ponder, even though you're sure you'll be lying awake thinking about what they would look like for the nights to come.

"Anyways," He huffs once he finally breaks out of Eddie's grasp. "Mike lost his character sheet. His sister used it for some art project or somethin' this time--we need another one."

"Seriously? Again? Oh, Wheeler's gonna get it-" Eddie groans, dragging a hand down his face–but he peeks through his fingers at you, an idea flashing across his eyes. He points in your direction, and swivels his head back to look at Dustin. "He'll play our cleric."

He looks excited, like he's come up with some grand scheme–but you must wear your confusion clearly on your face, since he's quick to reiterate.

"Not forever. Just today. You're gonna want to sit in on a session before you play, anyways. Greenhorn." He tilts his head at you while he directs that last comment at Dustin, the two of them sharing some kind of understanding that you're not quite privy to and maybe never will be. "Plus, we got a perfectly good character sheet here." He reaches back and swipes your paper off the table, quickly forgotten when you two had gotten into your rather…heated…discussion. "You okay with that, angel?"

Now, Eddie's attention pivots back to you. The two of them do, looking on and up at you with bright eyes, and each of them celebrate with a respective fist pump and cry of "Yes!" that tempers that growing anxiety of trying something new. Eddie pushes the sheet into the kid's hands, careful not to crease the edges. "Mike hates playing cleric, it'll be a good lesson to keep his shit out of Holly's reach."

"Yes, it will be. Now go gather the party, Henderson–" He sends him off with a playful push to the shoulder, and calls after him once he dashes towards the doors. "-And tell Wheeler I'm turning his paladin to slime chow if he loses it again!"

Dustin waves to reassure him that he's been heard loud and clear, and when he's gone, Eddie lets loose a deep sigh of relief and leans back against the table on his hands.

"Thank god. Giving a 'birds and the bees' talk wasn't on my agenda today." He cracks a smile when you bust out a laugh at his joke, just barely containing it under your hand to keep it from echoing in the huge room. "You excited?"

"Very excited." You press a hand to your chest to catch your breath, and seem to take Eddie's away in the process.

"Good. You can, uh…sit next to me." He wanders off as he speaks, and grabs a chair mid step to drag it over to the throne at the head of the table, flipping it so it sits so close it's almost brushing up against it. The thwack of his rings as he pats it sends a jolt through your shoulders, the sound startling you enough to get your attention, at least. But as you follow his lead and take the seat he's so graciously offered you, your ears perking up at the sounds of footsteps drawing closer to the entrance doors once again, Eddie's hand caresses a flyaway hair from your face in such a tender way that it nearly distracts you from what he whispers next.

"Welcome to Hellfire, sweetheart."

#eddie munson #eddie's angelface #eddie munson x reader #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #4k #ellie's fics

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melancholysway · 1 year

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Hi! I love your account so much and how it's based for TMNT which makes me so happy! If requests are still available I would like to request a Bayverse Turtles headcanon helping their s/o move into their new apartment or in the liar with them. Thank you so much for having this amazing account and for having an amazing work! ☺️🥺💗

PERIOD I GOT YOU💜💜💜 thank you so much!

If y’all haven’t noticed already, I have a really, really bad habit of writing too much, where I could turn a headcanon/Oneshot into a full-fledged fic. But this was later requested as just headcanons! I hope you enjoy!

PS guys- Don’t be shy to request just one turtle! Especially Raph, since I’ve gotten used to writing him very well :)

PPS, please see my bio to know if requests are open or not! I won’t like beat you up or scold if you request something while they’re closed LMAO it’ll just take way longer for me to get to it :,)

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TMNT Headcanons: Moving their S/O into the Lair + Their New APT!

Leonardo

- Leonardo takes it upon himself to move you into the lair. Of course, he runs it by Splinter first. He defends your name like his life depends on it.

- Because, that’s just how Leo operates, he talks highly of you, especially to his father.

- He defends you, because, although Splinter has heard of you only a handful of times, he has yet to meet you. Leonardo knew what potential danger would await you if you became invested into his family. As much as he knew the downfall of secrets, that’s what he had to do with you. Until it got to be too much.

- You were being watched. Leonardo had carelessly left your apartment window after another in-home date with you one night, only to be seen by a foot ninja. Word got back to Shredder, and he wanted you. He wanted to break you. To use you as a way to get to Leo, and then his master.

- Leonardo felt like absolute shit. He didnt mean to fuck your life up. Because, your life as you knew it, was fucked unless you either moved far away from Manhattan, or lived in the sewer.

- “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if Y/n got taken by him, Father. I know, it’s my fault for this mess…for developing feelings, but…is that selfish of me? To love Y/n?”

- Master Splinter knows his son all-too-well. Leonardo has a history of constant selfless acts, that he almost never thinks about himself when it comes to his softer feelings. It’s not selfish of him. Its entirely normal for Leonardo and his brothers to feel loving feelings toward a human. It’s simply in their nature.

- So as Leonardo’s self-doubts are wiped away when his father puts a reassuring paw on his bicep, he knows he’s doing the right thing by bringing you down here. It isn’t selfish at all, he’s looking out for the ones he loves.

- So when you’re packing your bag, bringing the essentials for your stay in the Lair, you’re wondering if you’ll be welcomed. Your boyfriend hadn’t actually told Splinter until now.

- “Love, I'll come by in 5 minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”

- Leonardo sprints to your apartment window. He wants to get you to the lair quickly, and safely.

- You slide your window open when you hear the knocking- and you watch as Leonardo steps inside, only to embrace you into a big hug,

- He says that its his fault. His fault that you have to flee your own apartment. That you have to retreat to the sewers because moving to a different part of New York didnt sit right with you. That he understands- he understands if you hate him, that-

- Oh, Leo. Shut up.

- You shut him up with a kiss, and he scoops you up as your legs wrap around his waist. You both stay like this, enjoying the taste of each other, and knowing that you loved each other as much as you could imagine. You’re going to get through this together, and Leonardo makes a promise. That he will forever be devoted to you as long as you let him be. That he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, not while he’s still breathing.

- You wrap you arms tighter around his neck, and go in for another deep kiss before he put you down to get your things together.

- Once you get down there, you have to meet his family. Only Splinter knows. He knows that Leo has a secret, and it may upset Raphael.

- It does.

- “You always tha one talkin about keepin’ secrets, Leo! Now look, they’re a target!” Raph exclaims once Leonardo brings you into the Lair.

- Splinter took the liberty of filling in the other brothers, and Raphael didnt take it so well. He doesn’t think you’re a burden, but he’s just upset at his brother for not practicing what he preaches.

- But, it’s not Raph’s place. Splinter mediates the two of them before they get into a serious fight, and Raph storms off somewhere in the Lair. Leonardo will deal with him later. Right now, you’re his priority. Getting you comfortable, introducing you to his father, the whole 9 yards. You stand there awkwardly, feeling the tension in the air as you fiddle your fingers, wondering how his other brothers would react to you.

- Donatello is okay with it. He gets a new friend, and someone to talk to. He can’t complain. He understands the dangers of being wanted by the Shredder, He welcomes you with a firm handshake and brief introduction.

- Mikey is excited. Leo gave a glare when he hugged you after hearing you’d be staying in the lair for the next couple of months until everything is settled down. He doesn’t care- if anything, you’re someone he could talk to that’s not his brothers!

- You aren’t sure about Raph, he doesn’t seem to take it well, but when Leonardo (who, surprisingly, has a large room to fit another person in) helps you settle down in his room, Raphael softly knocks on his door. It may be that he felt as though he left a bad first impression for you, and he wants to change that.

- “It ain’t my choice. And I know coming down here is a last resort. I don’t want ya ta feel like ya walkin’ on eggshells ‘round here…cause of me.”

- Leonardo couldn’t be more grateful.

- He helps you unpack. He tries to mimic the way your room looks so you can feel more at-home. As the days go on and you go back to retrieve items Leo said to bring to “Y/n-ify” his room, it starts to feel like home.

- As you spend the nights sharing a bed with Leo (which by the way, was a major positive during this whole thing,) you come to terms with your relationship. It’s meant to be. He’s meant for you. Leo did this for you. What other guy would defy his fathers orders about humans and staying hidden (defiance was more Raph’s thing,) move you in, and stay by your side in all of this?

- Leonardo loves you. You’ve known this since you first started dating him in secret. But now, as you lay by his side, you realize you’ve fallen in love with the right turtle.

- Leonardo is not known for going against the beliefs about humans, but, he sometimes has to see it the way Mikey sees it. That some people in this world are meant to be intertwined with one another, and you were one of those people.

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Raphael

- Raphael had convinced you to move to a nicer apartment complex in the city. It took some time, as you were just not in the mood to think about moving, but it was getting bad.

- The muggings, stabbings, shootings. Sure, you had 4 mutant turtles to come save the day, but they weren’t gonna be around to be your personal body guards ALL the time.

- “Baby, I’ll help ya an everythin,’ promise.” You didn’t need a promise from Raph. He helped you pack, he helped you take down those hard to reach pictures on your walls, you name it. He was there. You knew he would continue to stay by your side, as loyalty was a trait he possessed the moment he became comfortable enough to become friends with you. This loyalty continued even stronger, especially after he came to ask you to be his.

- He meant it when he said he would help. Of course, his brothers offered to as well, they were your friends. But, he tells them to stay home. He’ll help you himself. He wanted you to rely on him only.

- It’s very sweet of Raph to take it upon himself to help you out. You move out at nighttime, with the essentials packed last. As Raphael loads them onto the ShellRaiser to take to your new apartment.

- This is a nicer complex, and of course, everyone is asleep in the area during the time you move in. Choosing 2AM to do so was a great idea. You were able to take in the easy to carry boxes yourself, leaving Raph to haul up the heavier ones Via the fire escape without the risk of being seen.

- Hours pass, and by the time all the boxes are placed in your new living space, the sun is rising.

- The first thing you do is plop in your bed in your new apartment. Surrounded by boxes, you yawn and pull Raph down with you. The unpacking can wait. Right now, you want to sleep.

- You ask if he’s going back to the Lair, but he gives you a tired smirk.

- “Now why would I go home when I could be sleepin’ here wit ya?” He asks as he brings your body into his. Spooning was Raph’s favorite thing to do with you, he loved the feeling of his arms wrapped around your body. You were safe in them.

- Being alone with Raph. Since, well, it’s YOUR apartment. He comes over often, there’s no annoying brothers there. Just you and him together.

- Cuddling. Lots and lots of cuddling. Date nights usually happen in your apartment if they aren’t on a bike ride or stargazing (yes, big ol Raph likes a good stargaze.)

- There’s significantly less crime in your area. Raphael worries less- but that doesn’t stop him from patrolling around on your rooftop with his brothers. Leonardo is all for patrolling wherever, but spends less time in relatively safer places.

- Back to cuddling. As Raph gets more comfortable being in this new space, he finds nice cuddling spots for you both. If he had to choose, your couch is his favorite. Sure, he’s a big guy and that means less space, but, it forces you to be pushed up against his plastron. No complaints here, he loves it.

- You give him a spare key to your apartment window on your one year anniversary, because his home is your home. It’s only right. You have a home on the surface and in the sewer, and you wanted to give Raphael the same.

- He had the biggest smile on his face when he opened the little velvet box. When he picked up the silver key, he was over the moon.

- “Because…I want you to have it.”

- He kisses you so hard after. Nobody has ever done something that sweet for him. He loves it. He loves you. He totally loves you.

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Donatello

- okay, Donatello found a way into your heart. It was simple. So, so simple.

- He was just…there. Right place right time. It works out for the both of you. Donnie is known for going off to find scraps for his inventions. He usually goes to Best Buy’s and scans the area, usually they dump old parts in the trash.

- He finds you instead. Closing up said Best Buy.

- He falls in love. He’s known to do that. To fall in love very quickly. But, it’s worth it. You’re worth it.

- You see him while he’s dumpster diving for parts, and it’s shocking. Not scary, but, why would a mutant turtle be looking for parts?

- Anyway, that’s how you meet.

- He comes around more. He wants to get to know you more. Soon, you invite him into your apartment after more small conversations after your closing shifts beside the spare-parts dumpster. Even though he’s a mutant turtle, he doesn’t bother you. Nothing about him does. He comes through the fire escape every once and a while.

- You get to know each other more, and honestly, after a lot of hang outs and deep conversations with the tech savvy turtle in purple, you had developed feelings.

- You confess on impulse one night while watching a movie, and you leave Donatello in shambles. At a loss for words. He’s finally getting the thing he’s seen humans have. Love.

- He deserves it.

- Meeting his brothers. Donnie is absolutely terrible at keeping secrets, and once someone knows about them, he has to tell Leo.

- Leonardo warns him. That you may become a target if he stays around too long. But, he disagrees. Nobody would hurt you, would they?

- Ah, yes, they would.

- You come home to your apartment broken into, and absolutely wrecked. Nothing is stolen, but things are broken, tossed around.

- It’s a warning. A warning from God knows who.

- So when you call your boyfriend, he’s absolutely scared for your safety and comes over without a second thought.

- He sees a shuriken on the floor beside your bed, and he knows what he has to do.

- Donnie is nervous. But, he calls Leo. Although Leo’s furious at his brother for risking the safety of the family, he knows that keeping you safe is important. Nothing bad can happen to you.

- Leonardo brings Raph and Mikey. They have lots of questions, mostly about your relationship with their brother. You try to answer all of them until Donnie asks them to stop and focus on the bigger picture.

- Leonardo realizes the severity of the situation; and he calls his Sensei. To see what his options are.

- Living in the sewer. You’d have to stay in the sewer for a few. Until they got this thing sorted out between the Foot.

- Bayverse Leonardo can read people like a book. He sees through everything, even through you. He can tell you’re being truthful when you say you wouldn’t tell a soul. He’s inheriting Splinter’s intuition. And because of that, Splinter grants permission for you to stay in their home for a few despite not even meeting you.

- You meet him the second you get down in the sewer. He’s the one to thank, and as he smiles sincerely at you, he realizes he made the right choice. Donnie made the right choice to be with you.

- Settling down and getting to know Donnie’s family. He makes it very clear he’s dating you, and (although Raph refuses to believe Donnie until you share a kiss for proof.) that Mikey couldn’t get too flirty with you. He says he can’t makes any promises (that is, until, Raph knocks him upside the head)

- “They ain’t for ya, Mikey.” He says.

- I headcanon Raph is protective over Donnie- and he’ll help him out on date ideas.

- Anyway, Raph is pretty chill with you being around. If it brings happiness to Donnie, he’s more than okay with it.

- Splinter takes his time getting to know you. You tell him the story about how you met his son per his request. It’s sincere, and with due time, he accepts you as Donnie’s first. He’s betting that based on your aura and the way you talk about his son, you’ll be his only.

- Long nights up with your boyfriend. Donnie isn’t the best at keeping anyone but himself entertained with his work, but you find excitement in being his helper. If you wish to help him, he’ll be more than happy!

- You wind up cooking for him. Long gone is the pop tart diet, and in with some small homemade meals for him. He appreciates it everytime.

- You sleep in Donnie’s room, which is very clean. It looks as if he isn’t in there at all from how spotless it is, and that’s because he spends his time in the lab so much.

- Persuading Donnie to come to bed. He often will fall asleep in his lab, in an uncomfortable position. So, you sort of beg him to come sleep in the bed, like one normally would. He complies most of the time, because it means he gets to cuddle you.

- The months you spend in the lair fly by, and as soon as you know it, the turtles have taken care of the Foot. They won’t be bothering you anymore.

- But, is it bad that you sort of want them to? So you can stay longer?

- Donatello couldn’t be more happier spending this large chunk of time with you. He tells you while you’re packing to move back up in your apartment that they’ve been the best couple of months he’s ever had. He loves you.

- “It just showed me how easy it would be to live with you in the future. If we…have one that is…was that too much?”

- It’s not too much at all. You let him know this with a chaste kiss on the lips. It’s always hard to kiss Donnie because he’s so tall- but on your tip, tip, tippy toes, anything is possible.

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Michelangelo

- Like Raph, Mikey takes it upon himself to help you unpack and get settled into your new apartment. He wants you to rely on him for help, not his brothers.

- You were actually going to be roommates with April, since she sort of scared her other one away.

- She offers to help you unpack, but Mikey overhears this and yells to April that he’ll help you himself. After all, that was your boyfriend! What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t help you unpack those heavy boxes?

- Anyway, April goes to visit Casey for the weekend, so that leaves you and Mikey having that time to unpack and goof around.

- You guys order pizza every night after a long day's work. Forget the calories, you deserved it. Plus, all that unpacking and lifting definitely was a workout.

- After Friday is spent opening everything and taking out the essentials, you plan for tomorrow.

- Saturday, Mikey helps you Mount your TV in your room. It’s nothing massive, just a small flat screen.

- He knows nothing about mounting TVs- that’s more Donnie’s and even Raph’s, it’s handiwork.

- So, as he tries to help you out (and fails miserably,) he calls up Donnie, who tells him that YouTube is the savior for all projects at home.

- After spending 1 full hour trying to read the instructions and getting nowhere, he gives in. He opens the YouTube video, and you guys follow along.

- It’s not a long process, but between Mikey losing the small screws around the floor and you putting the pieces in the wrong place, yeah, it takes longer than the YouTube video says it should be.

- That project alone took up the whole afternoon; so you spend the evening on the couch with Mikey splitting a pizza and watching a movie until you fall asleep.

- Sunday. Ugh.

- It was unpack everything that you didn’t do the two previous days, day.

- Michelangelo could tell you were exhausted from the previous two days, that he thinks about how he could alleviate your stress about today.

- “I got this Angelcakes, just sit your pretty self here while MIKEY takes care of it.” He says as he kisses your cheek. You can't say no to him now can you?

- Mikey takes it upon himself to do the rest of it. Honestly, he’s a ball of energy, so it’s only natural he’s not tired.

- He makes you sit and not help while he asks you where you want certain items placed. When you get to the rest of your clothes, you take the job of folding them while Mikey puts them in your drawers.

- You put the undergarments away yourself. Lord knows how that boy would act if he even caught a glimpse of them.

- He tells you what pieces of clothing he thinks look the cutest on you

- Spoiler: it’s all of them

1 Double spoiler: he really exaggerates which ones he thinks you should wear more often.

- “Wowwwww what I would give to see you comin’ down to the sewers wearing this babe! It’s cute!” He exclaims as he holds up a dress shirt. You take mental notes of what he likes a lot to make him happy.

- When he sees you smile at his antics, he can’t help but stop what he’s doing just to look at you.

- You were his- and between you and me, Bayverse Mikey always thought he would be alone. He always thought out of his brothers, Raph would be the one to get into a relationship first. He doesn’t know why, but he thinks it’s because of his personality. Some people like a bad boy. He never thought you would go for him. When you became friends with the turtles, he always thought you wouldn’t see him like that.

- Until you tell him. You confess to him, because, what do you have to lose? The worst Mikey could’ve said was no.

- But, he says yes; that he likes you too.

- And that dear readers, was the start of a very fun relationship with the Orange banded turtle.

- He remembers the events leading up to your confession that day, and he walks up to you sitting on the bed and just kisses you.

- He kisses you often, it’s actually something he really likes to do, because you let him.

- He saves the long and sensual kisses for moments like these, when he’s in the lovey-dovey mood more than usual.

- You just looked so cute sitting on the bed like that with your cute little smile and, God, he had to.

- You stay like this for a while. Mikey’s lips on yours, and you couldn’t ask for anything better than this.

- Anyways, the clothes are put away, the posters are up, the shelves are in place, and most importantly, it’s done.

- The annoying move is done! Thanks to Mikey, it wasn’t nearly as stressful as you thought it would be.

- So, you thank him.

- “I can always rely on you, Mikey. Thanks so much for helping me through all of this.” You say as you pull him in for another kiss just before he leaves to go back home.

- You hope April and Casey become a thing, so you’ll have the apartment to yourself more often. It means you and Mikey could have proper date nights alone together, and you couldn’t wait.

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who is this sleep token band?? i am interested and would love to know about then 👀

this is also a bad ice breaker of trying to make friends on here

Hello friend! 💙💫 Thank you so much for this question - you have no idea what can of worms you just unlocked! So you want to join our cult uh? Welcome, there's no way out hehe (kidding. well, half-kidding).

This is just an introductory post, and by no means comprehensive. I'll point you to THIS POST by our lovely resident band archivist/librarian @sleepanonymous for a more in depth and full-fledged explanation on who are they, their story, etc. A long, but very worthwhile read!

So, Sleep Token are an alt/experimental metal band from England. They fuse a lot of heavier rock/metal elements with pop, jazz, funk, the most beautiful piano ballads - even some rap ! Genre is unimportant - the music is great!

They are anonymous, and wish to remain so, which is something we are very serious about, using masks and body paint to conceal their identities, and go by the names of Vessel, ii, iii, and iv (like the roman numerals).

From left to right, in order: iv, ii, Vessel, iii.

Vessel - The frontman, vocalist, pianist and composer/writer. He uses a white and red mask, different from the rest of the band, with a matching shoulder piece. His mouth and tits are always out, you'll get used to it. Vessel composes and writes all of the songs, sings, and plays most of instruments on the albums, with the exception of drums, and bass on occasion. He's a musical genius, and has just the warmest, most beautiful voice ever. Vessel never talks, but has giggled like, 3 times already and it's adorable. He dances a lot on stage, like a 5 yo kid on a massive sugar rush. I love him a normal amount <- lies.

ii - our short king, our boba-eyed bean, the best drummer in the scene and I'm not even exaggerating. He is the only one aside from Vessel who is part of the studio recordings, and has composing credits as well. He has the most beautiful round, sparkly blue eyes ever 🥺

iii - TALL AND LANKY, he's the bassist. The most chaotic creature you'll ever meet - he can be seen dancing and twirling, kicking his feet, and being just extremely goofy at all times (except when he's kissing the homies). Sometimes he shouts to the audience and is just hilarious. He's usually on the stage right (our left) in front of the choir. Like iv, he takes no part in the album recordings, but has been with the band since day one.

iv - the fuckboy. The cuddler. The guitarrist. iv is the second shortest of the group, and he's usually on stage left in front of ii (drummer). While he's usually more chill than Vessel and iii, he's also a smooth mofo. It's common to see him fiddle with the mask to tease the fans, or be dragged around stage by iii. He's constantly being kissed by everyone and honestly? Valid. Aside from guitar, he also does the live screams with Vessel, and just like iii, has no part in album recording. iv is actually the 3rd "iv" - he joined them around 2020/21 if I'm not mistaken - but it's safe to assume he's here to stay.

The Vesselettes/Choir - including them because I love our queens. They are the 3 backing vocals/choir who accompany the band on tour. They have been on/off since not too long ago, but they seem to have a more permanent presence lately. They are the only ones who have their personal identities disclosed to the public. They are the Espera group, who are also association with the band Exploring Birdsong.

They have a bit of lore, but most of what you find is fanmade, based on their lyrics, some messages from the band, and just general vibes. According to the band, Vessel (the frontman) was visited in a dream by an ancient deity called Sleep, who dwells within dreams. Sleep promised to bring glory and fame, in exchange for Vessel's worship (which is a tag line used by band and fans alike!). The band serve as living vessels for Sleep, with Vessel being the "main one" (the others are technically called Vessel 2/3/4 but they just go by their roman numerals). Each song is a "token", or offering to Sleep, hence "Sleep Token".

There are many, many people here who do song analysis and connect them to the lore, or offering different perspectives. The songs, mostly romantic/sad in nature, have really no set meaning - everyone's free to interpret as they wish! There are some really amazing posts around here (some by me even oop), if that's your thing!

They have 3 albums - Sundowning, This Place Will Become Your Tomb, and Take Me Back To Eden - who form a story trilogy, Sundowning being their official debut and the start of the story. There are many recurring themes and references, especially in the last album. Before that, they released 2 eps, One and Two, and 2 singles, Jaws and The Way That You Were.

I always reccomend you start with Take Me Back To Eden, their most recent album, as its a perfect showcase of all the different genres and musical artistry they incorporate. After that, you can either start with the albums (the trilogy) and then the eps, or go back to beginning with One (which is how I did it). Either way is perfectly valid! You can also just listen to random songs and then go from there, but I strongly advise you to listen to the albums in full for the best experience possible.

There's really only one rule in the fandom so to speak, that I really need to mention, which is do not reveal or mention any of the members' irl identities. Unfortunately, it's increasingly impossible to not come across their names and faces on the internet - Google and Pinterest are not your friends. Twitter is also not the best. If you do see something, or stumble upon any side-projects of any of the guys aside from Sleep Token, do not mention it. Just pretend you didn't see anything, and leave it be. The band has been very adamant in their wish to remain anonymous, so as fans it's our responsibility to respect their one request.

This is a bit to take in, but hopefully it can point you in the right direction! If there's anything at all that you wish to know, or are confused by, do not hesitate to ask!! I'm always glad to help more people get into our favourite cryptics, and there are plenty of lovely, lovely people around here who do too! Tumblr is usually pretty chill and friendly, so don't be afraid to interact with people. Everyone is welcomed in the Tumblr Creechur Corner 😚

And of course, above all, have fun!!! Worship 🖤

#I HOPE THIS HELPED #feel free to drop another ask if you need anything else!#also pls do take your time browse around - there's so many great writers and artists and just lovely people in general here!#we're all friendly and anxious and don't bite (unless asked hehehe)#darya answers #sleep token #sleep token origins

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