#usually its adam is the bed naturally

[doberbutts]

I was typing a big long thing about the changes I've experienced in a year on testosterone and how it's affected me and all that and then tumblr ate it and I really don't feel like retyping that whole thing but I am kinda salty about it so tldr:

Starting testosterone has been the best thing for my health that I've done. Ever. Better than getting a service dog. Better than restructuring my life to cater to my disabilities. Better than any procedure or medication or otherwise that I've tried. Simply rubbing a pack of gel on my arm once a day has done more for me than anything else.

When I went to my endo to start T, I went with a suspicion that I am intersex. She confirmed it via blood test and told me that with my variation I could try two different things: estrogen to control my high levels of natural androgens, or testosterone to lower my estrogen further and make it stop arguing with my androgens about whether I'm supposed to be a boy or a girl, as it's that argument that was causing a significant portion of my health problems. Estrogen has been tried in the past and only made things worse. She told me it was my choice, and only I could choose my path forward, as I knew my body the best.

When TERFs have a fit about gender affirming care, they usually leave out people like me, or they brush my story aside by saying that I'm just an anomaly, or they claim for me and my demographic that we don't want to be part of this discussion. But I don't fit their definition of a woman- I have a testicle, and my natural testosterone was within normal range on the low end for a cisgender, perisex man, and enough male sexual partners have commented on what's in my pants to tell me that it's far from the picturesque womanly pussy, especially considering I can- and have- use it to penetrate with the help of devices designed for cis men who are a little lacking in length.

When TERFs have a fit about gender affirming care, they scaremonger about side effects and changes. But, I was already hairy. I was already growing facial hair. I already had atrophied- and by 30 to the point that it's not really possible to fix without significant medical intervention. I was already infertile. I already had an adam's apple and a deep voice. I already had belly fat and blood pressure problems. My menstrual cycle was already hellish and had interfered with my school and work schedules. A popped ovarian cyst sent me to the ER.

I'd tried no treatment. I'd tried estrogen-based solutions. These not only did not work but actively made things worse. I was fainting at school. I was calling out of work. I couldn't drive without my service dog. I couldn't go out and have fun with my friends. I spent days at a time laying in bed in too much pain to move.

TERFs say, gender affirming care turns you into a forever patient.

I already was one of those. I almost died when I was a baby strictly because of lack of access to care that accepts children who are born who are both and also neither from the womb, before anyone has a chance to develop a personality or understand the difference between a boy and a girl.

Testosterone has turned me into a "once every 3 months" patient instead of a "twice a month minimum" patient. I pay less than $15/month for my prescription and it's mailed to my house in three-month increments. Stopping my wildly irregular and incredibly painful menstrual cycle has increased my quality of life so much. My body doesn't ache for no reason anymore. I don't faint anymore. I can go out and do things and not be punished for it for days on end by fevers and chills and vertigo.

Don't let a handful of transphobic assholes scare you. If this is your way forward, then live your life to its fullest.

My only regret is that I didn't have the chance to do this sooner.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

How they cuddle

characters: Furina / Navia x gn!reader (separate)

a/n: This was not requested, but I’m really tired and felt like writing something like this, so bon appetit!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Furina

For someone so adamant about not needing any hugs and affection in public, Furina’s attitude towards physical affection behind closed doors seemed a tiny bit hypocritical, even if you would never dare to say your musings out loud, knowing it would only draw you into a long debate. And yet, trying to untangle yourself in the morning was a thing of impossibility.

Just as you had succeeded in achieving a small victory by removing her tight embrace of your upper arm, you felt the same pair of arms tangle around your chest. The somewhat frail looking girl mustered enough force to force all of the air out of your lungs and you could swear to have heard a faint cracking sound.

“F-*ugh*-rina”, you managed to call out, lightly tapping her shoulder in the hopes it would cause her to wake up, and yet, it only seemed to make her grip grow tighter, the previously dubious nature of the unhealthy sound resonating from your chest appearing once again.

And then, just as your vision was beginning to threaten to go out, she relaxed. Arms now simply enveloping your upper body without any force behind them as she put one of her legs over yours as well.

You weren’t sure about how intelligent it would be to try and escape completely, but no part of your conscious protested when you moved her arms away from your ribcage and around your stomach.

Navia

Treasure the moments Navia’s arms are not around your body in any shape or form, for they are as rare as diamonds. The president of the Spina di Rosula quickly tended to ignore the fact that you were in public when she was running low on energy, locating and enveloping you before you had the chance to stop her, whether you were in the middle of work or talking to someone.

“Boss?”, you attempted to grab her attention in futile moments after suddenly feeling the familiar feeling of a pair of limbs snaking around your torso, the pressure of Navia’s chin perched on your left shoulder quickly following suit. 

“Demoiselle.” Silence.

“Navia!”, you called out, receiving a tired yawn in response before Navia finally spoke up.

“Are you done with work already?” You gave a small shake of your head. The paperwork in front of you had gotten a lot smaller since you started working on it, but that didn’t mean you were anywhere close to done. When you had told her this however, all you got was an exasperated sigh..

“Why do you even have to fill out all of this?”, she asked and you stopped whatever you were doing, turning your head as much as you could without bumping into her face and looking at her with wild bewilderment.

“You assigned me to do this.”

“It can wait, I assign you to go to bed. Now”, came her swift response, knocking any wind out of your further arguments. And in only a moment, your pen was laying at its usual place and the documents put away nicely.

#genshin impact x reader #furina #furina x you #furina x y/n #furina x reader #genshin navia #navia #navia x reader #navia x you #navia x y/n

[missmeinyourbones]

“there was only one bed” with gojo but he did it on purpose👯‍♀️

PURRRRR ANON ur so right for this

satoru gojo x reader (wc:1.4k+)

“What the fuck is this?”

You stand in the entryway of a decently appraised hotel in the middle of a city you don’t know the name of. It’s not the room itself that’s causing you distress—in fact, the room is rather nice. Big windows, clean carpeting, a sufficiently sized television mounted on a neutral colored wall. You had to admit, being sent on an away mission with Gojo of all people did have its pros (as well as its cons).

Pros being the treatment he receives for notoriously being the strongest sorcerer. He’s always waited on, hand and foot, as he saunters around ogling eyes and performative reactions. You’d gotten a hotel room last minute and free of charge thanks to his celebrity status, as he’d put it. 

Cons being that you’re stuck in a foreign area. With Gojo. In a room. With one bed.  

Quite frankly, all you want to do is collapse onto a plush mattress and let your aching bones rest for the night. It’s what you deserve after a long day of exorcizing curses and dealing with Gojo’s ridiculous antics. The hotel would serve its purpose. Sure, it’s not the most expensive place you’ve stayed at, but that didn’t matter right now—what matters is that there is a singular bed in a room for two idiots to share. 

“What?” Gojo questions your remark as he towers behind you. You can feel his breath dangerously close to your neck as he speaks slowly.

“Never been in a hotel room before? I mean, I know your standards are low but this isn’t all that impressive,” he tries to poke fun as he ushers past you and into the room, practically throwing his designer duffel bag down on the closest armchair before removing his shoes. 

“The only thing low about my standards is the fact that I’m here with you right now,” you grumble from your spot in the doorway. 

“Ouch, you wound me,” he feigns hurt as his large and pale hand covers his heart. His lips pout dramatically, and you loathe that there’s a small part of your brain that tells you to kiss it off of him. 

As cute as the scene before you is, you still don’t budge from where your feet are glued to the floor, where the room just barely meets the hallway, as if you're too stubborn to even cross the threshold of the entryway. He eyes you up and down skeptically as he sits down on the mattress and spreads his legs, stretching them out from a long and grueling day of being put to work. Your arms cross in defense as you put your foot down. 

“Gojo.” 

“Yes?”

“Why is there only one bed.”

He knows it’s a question, but it sounds more like a demand. An order to know how the hell he messed this up. 

And truthfully, he knows exactly how this happened. 

He’s more than aware that when he called to book a room for the two of you to stay overnight in, they had specifically asked him how many beds he’d like. It would’ve been too easy to say two, and Gojo doesn’t do easy—he likes a challenge with a bit of a rough edge to it, and he thinks that’s why he likes you so much. He found that just one, please rolled off the tongue a bit too naturally for his usually guarded and lonely self. So yes, he knows exactly how the two of you ended up in this predicament.

But what’s the fun in letting you know all of that? 

“Dunno,” he attempts to be nonchalant, but the smirk slowly creeping across his face gives away his true intentions, “Could’ve sworn I asked for a room with two.”

He can tell from the look you're shooting him that you're not buying his act, so he persists, “In fact, I remember being very adamant about it, actually. Didn’t want to get your panties in a twist, or at least not in that way.”

The mattress he’s sitting on is slightly bigger than a twin but not quite wide enough to be considered a full, and you didn’t even think they made beds this size. It’s an awkwardly proportioned bed in general, let alone for two people—one of those people being a giant lanky asshole who takes up as much space as humanly possible. 

With your fingers lightly squeezing the bridge of your nose out of annoyance, you accept defeat and enter the room, locking the door behind you. 

A few silent minutes go by. You wash up and change out of your (now very dirty) uniform. Satoru eats a bag of candy he’d boughten on the way home when he’d forced you to stop at a kiosk downtown. He stands in front of the television, laughing mindlessly at an old sitcom re-run playing and it’s fine, you think. This isn’t the most terrible thing that could’ve happened to you. He’s not being intolerable, and it’s just one night. 

That is, until night falls and he begins to make himself more than comfortable underneath the duvet of the mattress. 

You're taken aback at his confidence regarding the situation: had he just assumed that the two of you would share the space without any issues? Had he not taken a moment to think about giving you the bed, taking the floor for himself like the gentleman he claims to be? 

“You’re not gonna offer to sleep on the floor?” your mouth slightly hangs ajar as you bore at him in disbelief. 

“The floor?” he practically gasps, “Are you out of your mind?”

Another glare sent his way confirms that you are, in fact, deadly serious, so he rationalizes. 

“We can both sleep in the bed. Together. Like two grown adults. Right?”

Like muscle memory, his words force your tongue to prod into your cheek. He’s baiting you—challenging you, by bringing up the concept of maturity. He knows you can’t resist calling him out for his childish behaviors and stupidly irritating mannerisms. You have to be the mature one. You can’t let him get away with being so comfortable about something you can’t even stomach. 

So, like a fool, you give in.

“Speak for yourself, you’re the immature one here,” you practically snarl as you peel back the covers and brace for impact.  

Satoru laughs, “I’m not the one making a fuss over the bed situation,” he lightheartedly quips with a shrug of his shoulders.

You slowly, deliberately, crawl underneath the blankets and into the bed with him, as if one wrong move could set off a bomb and the whole hotel would be blown to pieces. Gojo can feel you practically laying atop eggshells as he notices you barely settling into the mattress, denying yourself the right to get fully comfortable. 

He waits to feel you sink further into the foam, to give in to your drowsiness and let yourself relax, but it never comes. What does come—after a few moments of silence and soft breathing—is a command from you. 

“Move over,” you quietly bark. 

“If I move any further, I’ll be hanging off the bed-”

“That’s the point.”

Gojo sighs, and even though the room is pitch black and you can’t see his stupid face, you know he’s grinning like an idiot. You’ve heard him sigh enough times to know the difference between a tired one and a menacing one—and this particular sigh was definitely one of the latter. 

“Y’know, we could use this to our advantage, maybe even-”

You’re quick to cut him off, feeling like a blushing virgin as your heart races like a school girl at the thought of what could potentially fall from his lips. 

“M’not having sex with you here, Gojo.”

His chuckle vibrates the bed, maybe even the whole room. 

“Here? That implies that you would have sex with me, somewhere.”

He feels you roll over from your back to your side, now facing away from him due to the childish comment. He chuckles as he imagines the look on your face; all blushing and flustered and so damn cute.

“Anyways, I wasn’t even going to suggest that,” he ensures with an accusatory tone, “Says a lot about the way your mind works, though.” 

From your covered face hiding in the pillow, he hears a muffled, “What are you suggesting?”

And he’s been waiting for this exact moment ever since he called the stupid hotel in the first place.

His answer is simple and concise, “Huddle for warmth and conserve space,” he states obviously, “Like the cavemen did.”

He feels your body jolt with a mix of a scoff and laugh, and he catches himself automatically leaning in closer to your still turned away frame at the warmness it ignites in him. 

“Well, you certainly resemble a caveman,” you quip as you finally turn to face him. 

A silent exchange of shared looks through the dark is all it takes for the two of you to wordlessly agree and intertwine limbs. 

Gojo’s warm—you’d always imagined he’d run on the colder side (not that you actively imagine what his skin feels like at all). Your head is ushered onto his chest by a comically large hand that rests on the crown of your scalp. His other hand gently runs a few fingers up and down your forearm. As you’re now practically on top of him—it tickles, but simultaneously feels like sparks dancing on your freezing skin. 

Over time, the bomb diffuses.

After feeling your body finally loosen underneath his touch, devoid of all tension and stress you had been keeping in all day, he finds himself naturally doing the same. With your head on his chest and your hand on his stomach, he lets out an curious mumble to check in and make sure that you're comfortable with whatever this is. 

He knows you are, he wouldn't have done this in the first place if he knew you wouldn't be. He just wants you to admit it—to say it out loud and confirm his suspicions. To feed both his ego and his heart, which is a tough feat that only you can seem to conquer these days. 

“S’not terrible, I guess,” you admit in a whisper, already feeling yourself dozing off in his hold. 

“No, it’s not,” he quickly agrees and you can practically hear the smile dripping from his lips. 

“Just don’t drool on me in your sleep, this shirt probably costs more than your-"

A slap on the wrist is what follows. And while it’s no goodnight kiss, Gojo doesn't think he’d have it any other way, as he allows his eyes to close with a mental image of you and his thoughts to wander about the way your hand feels on his heart.

You wake up having had the best sleep you’ve had in weeks. Gojo says nothing, but his smile is a bit brighter, his laugh a bit louder. 

#satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fic #satoru gojo fic #gojo fluff #satoru gojo fluff #gojo drabble #satoru gojo drabble #gojo blurb #satoru gojo blurb #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk writing #there was only one bed

[yanderesimp2000]

Yandere Adam x fem reader chapter 4/6 'This is for your own good" MINORS STAY AWAY

GONNA DO 6 INSTEAD OF 5 CHAPTERS SO THIS IS Chapter 4/6 baby been out of ideas for a little bit but then I got one what is it keep fucking reading ya lazy fuck

TW,NON-CON TO CON, Brainwashed reader, reader has had their mind broken, reader breaks out of their mind control, EXTREME POSSESSIVENESS, Adam being an incel as usual, degradation, smut,Light violence, Abuse then comfort, Adam being a delusion prick, and reader pushing their limits

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST ME

BTW TO CLEAR THINGS UP MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/THEY

After that lovely night with Adam you woke up alone in the bed he was in the shower so in the mean time you should make him breakfast you don't wanna make him mad right? You walked downstairs into the Kitchen were you went and made Adams favorite breakfast Pancake breakfast sandwich 2 pancakes with eggs,bacon,cheese, and sausage in between. He was always so happy when you made them and when he was happy something in your brain just turned into mush for him trying so hard to please him

you heard him come out the shower as he got dressed and when he smelled that your were cooking he yelled "LETS FUCKING GO THANKS BABE" he said before practically falling done the stairs to come get the food he basically ate it in one bite barley even chewing like a rapid animal he then stretched and said "thanks bitch" you got used to his mean words by for some reason your brain didn't think of it as hate just you were the one that failed him and you should be ashamed of yourself and do better. he then plopped himself done on the couch and said " what to do what to do hey what do you wanna do babe" you mind raced with excitement at him giving you the slightest bit of free will thinking of all the possibility you said you wanted to go to that new big park by the beach in the Chasity region

He yawned again and said "wow for once you had a good idea, don't take this as mean or anything but your not the best decision maker your a good housewife though like any proper women" this tone of misogyny should of made you upset but for some reason at first you were upset but something just washed it all away and you just again thought he was correct.

He then mockingly told you "your not going out in that outfit" he laughed referring to your clothes they were just pajamas and you agreed he could go out with his precious wittle trophey if shes ugly no no no she has to look marketable and good yes that's much better. He walks you over to the closet where he picks out different outfits until after a couple minutes of shuffling he finally finds one he likes its a

knee-length dress with a gently cinched waist that accentuates your feminine figure. The fabric is a soft, flowing chiffon in a delicate pastel shade, a pale lavender. The bodice features a subtle sweetheart neckline adorned with intricate lace detailing, adding a touch of romanticism to the design. you felt so nice in the dress and Adam agreed "damn I really did splurge on all these dresses but playing dress up with you sure is fun your like my little doll for me to play with and dress up to my pleasing" he teased

adam put on his normal robe before saying "welp guess its time to go" before you two walked out the door together into the streets of heaven the flight their was relaxing he was carrying you because he didn't want you do get tired and seeing heaven from that high up was just so nice but when you finally made it to the park you could see why it was so good The sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing soundtrack to the park's ambiance, creating a sense of harmony with nature. Seagulls soar overhead, their cries blending harmoniously with the rhythmic lull of the ocean Adam seemed surprised and said "nicer then I expected you chose a good place I'm not gonna lie" before you two started to walk across the wonderful coast line off the coast of the park you saw the patience borough of heaven it was a small island off the coast of main land heaven which was Chasity,temperance,charity and diligence boroughs you saw the view of the skyline and you just watched it you decided to say "hey can we go over there" you said in a soft tone Adam sighed and said "not right now babe its to far of a flight for today

something in you snapped it wasn't you usual self you started to see a hint of rebellion in your mind you got angry and said "no I want to go NOW" you said starting to get angry Adam was surprised but brushed it off "come on dont be such a fucking brat we can do it tomorrow you started to yell "NO NO NO TODAY" then something broke inside of you and you just started to fly there to the borough this infuriated adam and he quickly flew after you catching up to you trapped you against his body he started to fly back to his house at a speed you could of never imagined it felt like only 3 minutes before you were in the door after taking off.

Adam SLAMS the door behind him and say's "you've been a bad GIRL A VERY BAD GIRL" you've never seen him this way he then said "how to punish you how to punish you ahh I got one I'll make sure you don't fly AGAIN until I feel like letting you fly"he said this in a light sadistic tone but he then sighed and said "then I'll put you under my little "spell" again you seemed to partially broken out of it but I can always reapply it, after my old 2 UNGRATEFUL SLUTS left me I've learned how to make people more "reasonable" and you've seems to have broken out of it partially"

he said this with a low coo before grabbing a knife from the counter and saying "cmere" before pinning you down this adrenaline brought back ALL your old memory what happened how he kidnapped you how Abused you it all came flooding back in you winced again and said "GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY PHYCO" Adam just giggled and said "broken out of my spell that's okay I'll just reapply it once I'm done with your wings" all you could think about was how could heaven allow this god, and seraphim they were okay with this one of their first man kidnapping and brainwashing a poor human soul so he could use you to not feel lonely it was all to much and you tried to beg Adam to stop "p-please Adam" you pleaded he looked like a felt a little bad but he seemed to shake it off when he said "this is all for your own good" before slicing off the front half of you right wing

You screamed in pain "Plwease Please s-s-s-s-stop" you pleaded but Adam when and clipped the left wing he used some angel magic to seal up the wounds and stop the pain but you were just left their a whimpering crying mess flapping your now useless wings Adam said "yknow what I'm not even gonna fell bad for you you got this coming this was all on you" he starts to rub his fings in-between your wings "maybe in a couple century's I'll fix your wings IF Im feeling generous I might just keep you like this forever my little peguin my little bird that's YEARNING to be able to fly but no matter how hard you try you just cant" he mocked causing you to sob more "awwwwww don't cry even if it's adorable it hurts my heart" he giggled You sobbed helplessly it felt like the teasing was just relentless you kicked and thrashed but he had a firm grip on you you couldn't escape he said as he stood looking down at you he laughed and said "are you sad don't worry try and fly yeah try and get an inch off the ground you can't oh no you can't you're too your wings that they're too small and too weak now "he laughed sadistically as he said that "you really are perfect now it's just time for the fixing of your brain"  to begin you start flapping you're useless little wings you don't know why you knew they were useless but it was just instinctive somehow you felt powerless completely at his Mercy you don't even know how you got out of his hypnosis but all you know is he's going to put you back in it back into the helpless little play thing you were before

"Now look at me "Adam shushed you just look at me don't try and fight it you know Ill win he said as he started to force your head to look into his eyes yes just fall deeper and deeper you didn't know it was happening you started to feel delirious sleepy starting to go into a gray space between awake and asleep  your eyes butterflied a little as you try to resist squirming but weaker and weaker whimpering and Wincing your pleas meant nothing if anything he enjoyed them  "damn you're so fucking  hot when you like" Adam moaned " you know what I think I might fuck you while I put you back into your submissive state, Yeah bitch doesn't that sound like fun trying to squirm away from me but falling deeper and deeper into my hypnosis it's just too much to resist I'm so sorry" he started to undress himself as you slowly backed away into the corner whimpering and wincing as you went "oh don't be scared" Adam teased "I'll be gentle oh so Gentle"

He started to approach you his erect cock visible " try not to struggle too much it's quite annoying, but don't worry you'll be wrapped around my little finger soon enough Like any proper women meant to serve their husband" just as he said this he started to pin you down you whimpered kicked but that didn't stop them he teased the tip of his cock right against the entrance of your pussy he was clearly getting off to you fear enjoying every second of it the more you cried the more you try to fight back the more you whimpered the more turned on he got " shut up bitch" he growled "at first you're begging was cute but now it's just pathetic you're not getting out of this and you know that " he said that and even deeper growl as as he slowly put his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy 

Eventually it was just a full flown thrust " fuck  baby keep looking into my eyes little bicth this will be so much more enjoyable if you fuckin  cooperate" he said but as he kept looking at you and deep into your eyes something in your brain started to change as much as you try to fight it you know that you weren't going to win your mind was too weak easy to be taken control of manipulated turned into as Adam said your fate  would keep going like this for the rest of Eternity the Injustice in heaven was all you could think about how could he do this how could he threaten to banish you to hell just for not wanting to be with him how could he do any of this but that was quickly wiped away by the thoughts that you were the problem that you should apologize to Adam that he was just doing what was necessary and that you were the crazy one you are unstable you needed him that's all you could think you started to enjoy him on you he giggled when he noticed that " are we done with our little tantrum" Adam said softly but firmly " yes Adam I'm so sorry for disobeying you this won't ever happen again" you pleaded to him " good that's what I thought, now let me fucking finish inside you bitch" he said approaching his climax  his cock was deep inside you it was 38 cm there was even a little bump in your stomach from where it was since the height difference between you guys was like nine feet you were helpless  he had all the control he wanted over you and that was just the way he liked it you started to grip onto the couch he was fucking you on you you were also reaching your climax but Adam beat you to it as you let out a moan long strings of cum started to fill you " yes baby" he said as you also climaxed " see I told you you would like it" Adam said smugly 

You were under his spell again condemned to the same fate for the rest of enternity but hey atleats you enjoy it even if your brainwashed

#hazbin hotel #yandere #adam x you #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin adam x reader #hazbin hotel x you #yandere adam #adam x reader #dark romance #yandere male #adam hazbin hotel

[venusxstars]

𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐀 ⸻ nsfw.

mikage reo x fem!reader

reo finds his life approaching perfection through your existence.

keynotes ⸻ soft dom!reo mikage, implied reader body insecurities, body worship, fingering, breast fondling, squirting.

venus' note ⸻ i don't typically write body appearances so they're pretty much always ambiguous. but i would like to slowly start incorporating features such as stretch marks, discoloration, different breast shapes, etc. they won't be specifically stated, but they may be implied in future works, so keep an open mind.

MANY THINGS IN LIFE APPEARED to be fickle through the lenses of one who constantly looked forward to the unknown future. Reo knows this much too well. The way the leaves changed color over time and releases its hold onto a small twig, or how clouds move forward and slowly disperses to be replaced with new ones.

Changes are inevitable, and Reo finds himself wistful over how the development of individual things typically required independence—independence from things that hindered their natural evolution.

See, viewing life forward has always been the norm for Reo. The past and the present are merely building blocks for what is to come next no matter how significant they may be. It’s a subconscious response—his typical way of viewing life. Because every single day of his life as a child was painfully monotonous and boring. There is nothing particularly exciting about things you know will be handed down to you each day. The past and the present weren’t anything that was too interesting.

Well, usually, until he finds you.

Every single second that trickles down the hourglass, imprints itself onto his mind the picture-perfect pleasure that runs deep and hot across connected bodies. The way you were splayed over the bed, face contorted to one of pleasure as he presses kisses all over your warm skin.

He loves the way you catch you bottom lip down under the top row your teeth before letting them go to moan, leaving an imprint of what had just occurred. He loves the way your tits move and lift a little as you arch your spine; their own unique shape moving along to your body’s rhythm as he pumps his long and thick fingers in and out of you. He loves the little colors and lines that are painted across your skin that you seemed to hate so much—the little light streaks that mimicked the image of thunder-strikes running across your inner thighs, your belly, your breasts, your arms, and anywhere else they may be; the darker spots filled with stories you’ve yet to tell him about; the scars and small indentations that marked your skin. He loves to kiss them; to worship every single part of your body as if you were his saving grace.

And he finds that he doesn’t mind living in the present nor looking into the past so long as he gets to see you, you, and you.

“Ah, fuck, sweetheart…” He groans, deep and raspy as it rolls out of his tongue with warm air catching between his throat. He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he keeps his violet irises pinned on you. It moves everywhere you are, trying to capture every little feature and action. But he thinks that he likes looking at your face the most along with the expressions you make. “So, so beautiful for me…”

He curls his middle and ring finger slightly; the rough pads touching the fuzzy and spongey spot inside you that causes you to gasp. He presses the part repeatedly, sucking his breath and muttering in fixation when he hears you moan breathlessly. “So that’s the spot, hm?”

He brings his other hand up and presses a thumb onto your clit, rubbing slow circles as two fingers thrust and curl in and out of you rhythmically. He turns his gaze momentarily from your wet pussy up to your breasts then your face, lips curling up in delight. He requests gently. “Play with with your tits for me, sweetheart? Yeah, just like that. Circle your fingers around your nipples. Don’t— don’t pinch them unless I tell you to.”

He watches you do just that. You circle your index fingers around your nipples and you feel pleasure to increase along with his simultaneous movement along your pussy. Your belly feels warm and as if it was surrounded by a thousand butterflies as the seconds tick by along with the continuous ministrations. You bite your lip, wanting the pleasure to elevate even more that what you were already getting.

“R-Reo—“ You furrow your brows, closing your eyes shut tightly. “More...”

“Oh, you want more?” His voice curls upwards teasingly and he suddenly begins to thrust his fingers a little faster inside of you. He rubs his thumb up and down your clit, causing a shock of pleasure to suddenly shoot across your belly. He grins a little, looking up at you touching your breasts the way he had told you to. He chuckles. “Pinch your cute nipples for me, would you, sweetheart? Uhuh, yeah, fuck— look at you…”

He thrusts his finger fasters before adding his index finger in. He watches you jolt at the sudden addition, laughing at the way you cry out a little in pleasure. “Pinch them harder, sweetheart. Roll them between your fingers just like how I do it all the time… That’s right, good girl.”

“A-Ah— Reo!”

His eyes widens at the way you suddenly twitch, hips trembling and mindlessly thrusting up repeatedly when you cum. Your liquid shooting out transparent and slick, dripping down across his rough palms and down his forearms. He watches the entire thing in wild fascination, admiring the way your cries left your lips much louder than a few seconds earlier and the way your body shuddered.

The air seems to be knocked out of his lungs as he tries to speak, words coming out a half groan and half a whisper as he rides out your high with thrusts that slows down to a halt. “Shit, yeah, that’s a good fucking girl, sweetheart.”

He pulls his fingers out, gently grasping your hips as he leans forward to press a soft kiss onto your inner thigh. He moves up slowly, halting each time to press kiss onto your skin—his lips landing above your clit, below your belly, up your abdomen, your chest, and neck—before capturing your lips in a kiss. His cock feels so painfully hard under his boxers, yet still, all he could think about was you.

“Did so great for me, sweetheart.” He whispers with a gently smile, pecking your lips gently before playfully laying on top of you and burying his face against the crook of your neck.

You wheeze a little at the sudden weight. “You’re heavy, Reo.”

“Mmm…” He whines softly, refusing to get up as he presses his lips against your neck. “Let me stay here for now.”

You chuckle, settling down as you slowly get used to his weight. You pat his back. “Fine, but my boobs kind of hurt with your chest pressing on them, you know?”

“Oh!” He gets up and lays beside you instead. He smiles at you apologetically, bringing his hand up to gently massage one of your breasts. “Sorry about that.”

You press your lips against his cheek quickly.

His cheekbones turn pink at the action before he’s pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He mumbles under his breath with his eyes closed, listening to your breathing.

“Being with you is like being in paradise. I never want to leave. I never will leave.”

#venusxstars! #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock #female reader #blue lock oneshots #blue lock smut #blue lock thirst #blue lock x female reader #mikage reo #reo mikage #mikage reo x y/n #reo x you #mikage reo x reader #reo x reader #mikage reo x you #reo x y/n #mikage reo smut

[vnynv]

Selection page & introduction mockup of my Fear and Hunger 2: Termina OC! They're the animal handler and just so happen to go to Prehevil motivated by an internal problem, as they just so happen to be a marriage of Sylvain. Also a (non-canon) scene with Daan and a doodle page, including their moonscorched form, Janus.

They're really shy and uncomfortable around people (especially new ones and crowds), but with the mask, it just results in them seeming aloof and scary. At least it's something they and Marcoh can bond over at the start! They also slowly come out of their shell with Olivia's interest in plant biology and theirs in animal biology.

On day one, they'll be around the train and riverbank; on day two they'll be in and around the moldy apartments, and day three they'll be in the Virgin Maiden Forest, where they'll eventually moonscorch.

Skip Character History?

(⤵ Under the 'read more' is a very lengthy post! 2.5k words. You've been warned ^^;)

CHOOSE CHARACTER

CLASS/ Animal handler (Kirkas)

AGE/ 29

INFO/ Experienced with the toughest of animals, the animal handler knows their way around nature and the dangers that hide within. They aren’t afraid to stick their head in the mouth of a lion.

Incomplete soul

— Intro

The soothing sound of the railtracks... You are not used to such peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

You can't help but let your mind wander. You reminisce what has lead you to this point in life…

You grew up in a remote city that Voroniya claimed as its own, though you would never see much support in the aging administrative buildings and cracked concrete. The town itself was big, very big, but only one trainline cut through the fields and forests that surround it. When you played at the playgrounds, far away from the other kids, your hands would come back raw from the chipped paint.

It wasn’t as if the other children excluded you specifically, not at the start, but they could never find a connection with you. Or maybe the other way around. 

It didn’t seem that you belonged with them, or anyone else for the matter. Even around your own family, you started to clam up and not find the strength to push the words out. This alienation got so bad at one point you tried to leave this world. You failed.

You still craved a connection, but every other half didn’t fit with yours, like a missing puzzle piece. So instead, you searched for solace elsewhere.

>Isolate yourself at home

You closed yourself off to the world, though even your parents had trouble connecting with you once more. They tried to be understanding, then mad once you were adamant about hiding in your room for ages. You wouldn’t leave for class, you’d get left behind, and your muscles would atrophy. You had to fake going outside just for some peace and quiet, but you would in actuality hide in the closets and under the beds. You grew familiar with the mice that would scratch under the walls and the birds that would land on your windowsill. You learnt the skill Mastery over vermin.

>Run off into the woods

You run off one night, suffocated by the row of houses and families who can all talk but you. For the next two weeks, you find yourself in the ever sprawling forest, surviving cold nights by sleeping in the moss and sucking on rocksides to hydrate yourself. You had to learn which plants were safe by experience. Your uncle found you with hives and a deeper face than usual, but you can’t say you were ever scared in the woods. You never learnt the distinct cues of bird chirps or had the same gait as a burrowing fox, but your affinity with Vinushka rose & you learnt the skill Undergrowth awareness.

>Get close with the stray dogs outside

They were whimpery things, ribs poking out and gums gnashing, but you soon were able to get close to them after stealing pastries from the dinner table. After school was out, they wouldn’t run away from your beckoning hand, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t learn when they got too overwhelmed and ready to lunge. You were lucky for any bites to not get infected, but it was a lesson for you to maintain yourself. You got close enough to take naps with them hidden in rubble. Eventually, some adults noticed your interactions and tried to help by sending the dogs to kennels and be adopted. Perhaps the hounds had gotten a better life with a family, or they were culled for attacking a child. You never found out. You learnt the skill Unleash the hounds.

Your parents had you on a tighter leash once you came back. No running off for you anymore, and the remainder of your childhood years were once more silent and lonely. 

It gave you ample time to throw yourself into studies, however, with no other kids inviting you out for outings once your class got older. Not surprisingly, you aimed for animal care studies. You then slowly worked your way up from a local animal shelter, to bigger things. Learning to talk to other humans, like a human, was the greatest survival tactic you had to overcome, however.

Impassive and skilled, you found yourself leaving your big, desolate city, to work for an organization that helps with wildlife clean up. Years ago, before the second Great War, you had heard of Voroniya experimenting with chemical power. Of course, it ended up as an irradiated disaster, but the media coverage was much easier to clean up than the actual station in the wilderness. The codename for the location was ‘Hell.’ 

(Gain DOMA gas mask.)

You were good at what you did, and many a times were specifically called upon to do field work with these… mutated animals. It felt emotionally filling, you think, but you still came to an empty home. Many a time did you think of getting a cat, but even then, you worked random and long hours. It’d smell the other animals on you, anyway. 

The more you worked at the cleanup, the more you learnt of the branches of the organization. Or rather, it being a branch. It has ties to the Eastern Union military, and the goals weren’t to just observe and take care of the mutations, but to militarize them for its own use. 

The most surprising thing, however… was that you met someone. Someone you could hold a conversation with. 

A soldier, technically, but this person was a pencil-pusher and focused on archives and annotations, and DOMA’s project now fell under this associate’s jurisdiction. The two of you were grouped together, among others, and they took an interest in you as much as you did them. 

The task was to move some specifically aggressive animals into containment, at least for a higher branch to study them. You partially wished to be one of those scientists, but by now, your gas mask has become a second skin. 

The animals were contained in cages and kept in the basement while your team waited for pick-up to arrive, though you hoped that the tranquilizers worked well enough so they slept through the ride and discomfort.

Just as you watched your teammate note things down, the two of you heard noises from one of the cages. It was one of the dog-beasts, who had half-scales forming over its body by the time spent in Hell, and a rough personality that made for its lost years. It took the whole active half of the team to get it down. At any moment now, it was going to burst from its metal imprisonment and enact revenge.

Your friend was much closer to the exit, but you knew you had only one second to figure out what to do, being much closer to the cages.

>Subdue the beast yourself

As it lunges out, you think fast and fall back on adrenaline and skill to handle it. You have faith in your dear friend and colleague getting out the tranq gun, so all you need to do is be the muscle and pin the animal—no, beast down. Easier said than done. With its gaping and jagged maw, it gets you on the arm and shreds it. Past the pain, you realize you can’t move it anymore. It must have bit into your nerves. No matter, your vision is sharp and focused as you’re able to wrestle it down with your remaining strong arm. You have to pin the neck with your knee just as the tranquilizer is shot. Your arm is left bloody, but you learnt the skill One-handed.

>Brace for impact

Just as the lock breaks, you put one hand in your pocket and take out a syringe. Your remaining arm is held up to guard your throat as your feet get into a strong stance. This is as most prepared as you’ll get, it seems. The beast is but a blur as it jumps on you, and even in your uniform and split-second preparation, absolutely bites through your arm. You’re dragged down with it, and fumble with the tranquilizer in your other hand as you yell through the pain. It is muffled by your mask. For a moment, you’re afraid that you can’t penetrate the scales of the dog, but it soon goes limp in your hold. It ended as fast as it started, but you were left worse for wear, clutching your injured arm. You learnt the skill Perfect Guard.

Once more safe, the adrenaline leaves your body and you find yourself lightheaded from the blood loss. Just as your conscience slips away, you feel two hands support you before you drop to the tile floor.

The next time you wake, it is in a hospital. You have a cast on your arm, and even find a leg bandaged. You didn’t know at the time, but you ended up twisting a knee. Your partner-in-crime is sitting on a chair, and they turn out to be delighted in you waking up.

After the nurses made sure your blood levels were normal, you were discharged. You also found your gas mask to be cracked from the scuffle after you passed out, as your friend succinctly put. Oh, well. The organization told you to take an extended leave, so it wasn’t like you would need it in the near future anyway.

You had to learn to do things one-handedly back in your apartment, and it was more of a struggle to make yourself breakfast than it was to traverse the irradiated Hell. Days later of you rotting on your couch, you would slowly limp to the front door and find your only friend waiting. Turns out, they asked for time off as well to take care of you.

After that, the two of you got much, much closer, even after you regained most control of your arm. While you were resting and couchbound, your beau told you many stories of their hobbies to fill the time. Turns out, their archiving habit spanned their work and into their interests, namely of the Old Gods. 

The place you grew up in was quite secular. Sure, grandmothers told kids stories about spirits, but there was no construction for any God like other cities, towns, and villages have. At most, you just had the faintest connection to the deceased Vinushka’s traces, but your beloved’s interest was not devotional (and not for only one God), but rather of appreciation. You learnt of Alll-Mer’s ascension and what most people don’t know of just as you learnt of how Gro-goroth and Sylvain’s amore. 

There wasn’t a specific day that the two of you crossed from ‘friends’ to ‘lovers.’ It felt so natural that you could’ve blinked and missed it. You really couldn’t believe there could be a person like this, who’s caring, understanding, and talking to them feels like second nature to you. So, when your partner brings up experiencing a marriage of flesh for Sylvain, you see no downsides. 

Everything truly was perfect. You had heard of horror stories of failed ‘marriages’, but the two of you coming to one was as if fate had always intended for this to happen. You had Sylvain’s blessing.

The month off from work after you two became one was the most beautiful month in your lives. You never knew you could appreciate each brick that made your apartment until you left the house the next day. 

This euphoria didn’t last for long. Everything had been prim and fair at the start, with while you both were fused in conscience, inner conversation felt like a giddy secret you were in on. It was almost time to go back to the workforce, but the 50/50 train of thought didn’t remain much for long. It started to become more of ‘you’ and less of ‘them’, until you couldn’t feel their presence any longer. The day you couldn’t hear a single thought from them, as if they were locked away in full. 

They were still here, you still felt the twitch of a finger, or a tic only they grew up with, but there was a barrier put between the two of you. There was no body to mourn, but with you wearing half their face, there was equally no other head to caress, mouth to kiss, and to ask if they’re alright. You’re not sure if it would be better if they could hear your thoughts, freaking out at the loss of theirs, or not.

Just days before you’d go back to work, when you decided to buy a ticket out of your region. As they had told you the tales of all the Old Gods, a memory came to the front of your head of one conversation. The ascension of Alll-Mer, a special man who ascended once an Old God died for his spot. It wasn’t just the birth of Alll-Mer, that day, but the Sulfur God as well. One was locked far, far away, and most people know it to be the latter that was chained up and banished…

But if what some people say it to be as Gro-goroth took the skin of man and walked as one of their own… This memory of yours had been so strong, it was as if your lover was still guiding you along. A way to figure out to cut the chains, that’s what you need.

You don’t think you could ever reverse the process of Sylvain’s marriage, or if you even wanted to, but to at least hear your beloved’s voice again… That’s enough.

If by the desire of a Sulfur Priest to cause ruin and destruction, or by the desire of an Alll-Mer Follower to do good unto this world, you could reunite with them, you’d do anything in your power to achieve it. Your ticket is for a land reasonably far away, far enough that they start worshiping these Old Gods, but close enough that it falls under the Eastern Union’s current domain.

How do you prepare for your travels?

>Stock up on medical goods (Gain x2 Blue vials and Cloth fragment)

>Stock up on protection (Gain x2 Bear trap and Leather armor)

>Stock up on food (Gain x2 Dried meat and Moldy bread)

A lifetime ago, you would’ve hated talking to people, but to help get your partner back… Talking to a priest and a cashier should be similar enough, right?

— Extra

Incomplete soul skills:

Unleash the hounds: Be able to recruit the headless hounds, along with extra scenes with Moonless and August. -40 Mind if a recruited hound dies.

One-handed: Be able to use two-handed weapons with one hand and have 25% chance to not use up ammo.

So incomplete I haven’t thought of at least two more. Lol.

Other introduction trivia:

With Mastery over vermin, get extra mini-quest and scenes with the vermin.

With Vinushka’s affinity, get extra scene with Iki Turso about Vinushka being dead.

It is not confirmed which of the two sides is the original, and which was the partner.

DOMA: Дикие Обслуживание & Милитаризация Ада (Wild Observation & Militarization of Hell)

#vny again with a long ass post with a fan oc #fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger fanart #termina #digital art #daan #pavel yudin #levi #headless hound #fear and hunger original character #f&h oc #kirkas | animal handler #moonscorched #long post #🚐 art #blood #gore #nudity

[kazemi-archive]

Winter Fun

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Reader x Zoro Roronoa WC: ~0.8k Genre: Fluff CW: heavily selfship coded for my poly ship with them. just me having feelings. based on this selfship art with them <3

It’s chilly when you wake up, you search for the warmth of your usual companions but it isn’t there. Your sudden confusion is ignored, however, once you hear the laughing shouts of Luffy from the top deck.

“It’s snowing!”

Your sudden gasp of excitement has your eyes shooting wide open. Usually you’re slow to get out of bed, but the prospect of snow has you jumping straight out of bed and bolting for the door.

You run into Zoro in the hall as you go. His confusion for your look is plain on his face. You’re still only clad in thin pants and a thin long sleeve that surely won’t protect you from the cold. It takes all in you to even pause to drag shoes on.

“Zoro! There’s snow!” You exclaim as you take his arm and tug him in the same direction as you. You can’t move his huge frame on your own but you try your best, adamant about not being deterred from the outside. “Come on!” You whine a bit but you don’t care as he grumbles, following still.

“Why are you so awake?”

“I loooooove the snow!” You’re giggling already when you reach the door, the last barrer between yourself and the white snowflakes that you hadn’t seen in years.

“Don’t you come from the desert?” Zoro asks perplexed, he’s sure they found you from a desert island. He, of all, would remember the snarky attitude he’d immediately fallen into the trap of when they found you.

You ignore him, bouncing on your toes as you twist open the door.

“Hey, where’s your jacket!” A new voice calls from deeper inside, concern lacing his voice as he takes you in.

“No time, Law! It’s snowing!” You’re giggling and running out before either can protest more.

The second that you get outside, your skin prickles into goosebumps at the chill from the air. Usually sensitive to the cold, your adrenaline helps you forget it. You feel the first flake hit your arm and you squeal, watching it quickly melt in its place. You throw your arms out in an instant, extended to your sides as you slowly spin in a circle.

The blood rushing to try and keep your cheeks warm, blotches the skin there as you laugh. Your eyes find Zoro hovering by the entrance you’d just left and you can’t help but race for him. Your hands gripping his arm covered by his snow coat, icy grip thawing slightly at the warmth he radiates.

Laughter floats from your lips as you tug him into the snow with you. He can’t help but feel a small amusement tug on his features as he follows you into the deeper snow, the way you bounce on your toes in the fresh powder.

“Zoro, isn’t it beautiful!” You bubble out another laugh as you spin around him before gasping. “Would you lift me up? I wanna be closer!”

“Closer?” He raises an eyebrow in question but he’s already welcoming you into his arms as he does. “To the snow?”

“Shush!” You playfully smack him as you maneuver yourself into his arms, pressing your palms to his shoulders as he easily hoists you up into the air. He lifts you as second nature, bringing you to just above his own height. He can’t help but admire the way you tilt back, trusting his instincts to keep you up. He doesn’t fail you, arms tightening around you to keep you secure.

“You’re gonna get sick.” Law’s voice forced you to open your eyes. You smiled at him from upside down as you saw him approach behind you. He brought with him warmth to encompass you. His hands carried your heavy coat, guiding one of your arms from Zoro’s shoulders and through the sleeve before aiming for the other.

“It’s snowing, Law.” You giggled as you allowed him to manipulate your arms, eyes falling shut as you entrusted your safety to the two men around you.

He couldn’t help the small chuckle that left his lips as he watched you, “I can see that yes.”

“I love the snow.” You mused yet again, tilting your head back and sticking out your tongue, aiming to catch a fresh snowflake on your tongue. You were oblivious to the way the boys looked at your joyous state, fondness taking their features in ways you’d usually not see. A sudden gasp left your lips and you twisted in Zoro’s arms to turn towards Law as well. “Would you guys make snow angels with me!?” It wasn’t like they’d really be able to say no to how you smiled at them.

#𓇻 fics

[ebxnyh]

Picnic ~ ArthurTV

ATV x Fem Reader

Fluff ☁️

First fic so be nice luvs x

Prologue

You and Arthur did not really know each other that well, you both had met through mutual friends at a party and ended up speaking to no one but each other the whole night, after texting back and forth for days now you had developed a little crush on him hoping and praying he also felt the same~

It was a random Tuesday afternoon and you were spending it laying in bed in your room, the sun beaming through the windows of your apartment cascading light within the small space. The faint smell of fresh linen that had been captured by the sheets of my bed followed by hints of lemongrass emitting from the wax burner on the bedside... the fluffy throw that has been previously used to seal the warmth had been discared onto the floor as you basked in the new found warmth on the sun.

It wasnt long before my phone pinged which made me dip ot of my imagination i look at the illiminated screen to see a message from arthur reading a simple..

"hey"

Although the message itself was simple I couldn't help but feel a warm sensation grow in my stomach one of which I knew wasn't from the sunlight infiltrating my bedroom. I reply to his message with a short..

"hello :)"

I cringe slightly at the message who the fuck says "hello". I sit up from my comfortable position anticipating Arthurs's reply until I hear the familiar ping.

"are you doing anything today :)?"

Upon reading the text message I internally squeal I know exactly where this is going.

"nothing..apart from rotting in bed.."

I stare intently at the screen awaiting his reply..it seemed he was taking longer than usual.

"would you like to go somewhere with me?"

I actually throw my phone on the other side of my bed whispering "yes" to myself like some nutter. I quickly pick it back up and reply oppositely to my actions

"sure :) when and where?"

"its a suprise :)"

I look away from my phone for a split second feeling a blush paint itself over my cheeks.

"I'll pick you up in a couple hours :)"

...

After stressing about getting ready it was not time for me to stress about Arthurs's arrival. I stand outside my apartment building more so with the appearance of a lost dog than a girl ready to go on a date. After a few minutes, I see a car pull and then I see Arthur getting out and walking towards me i have to fight every nerve in me to not scream like a fangirl and squeeze him until he can't breathe.

"You look lovely ~" He said smiling.

The words roll off his tongue so perfectly could've melted right there and then into the cracks of the pavement below me. He had some nerve to compliment me when he was standing there looking so effortlessly adorable. His fluffy hair danced slightly in the breeze all I could imagine was ruffling through it his outfit was plain and simple but complimented his calm nature so perfectly

After returning the compliment Arthur held out his hand gesturing me to place mine in his i hesitated slightly out of nervousness but decided to swallow my nerves as I placed my hand right where he wanted. I feel a blush creep its way onto my cheeks as he leads me to the car making sure he opens and closes the door for me, before getting back into the driver seat and setting off.

I find myself curious as to where he would be taking me, I fiddle with my hands slightly as the anticipation starts to get to me, and before I even know I feel the car pull up outside of a quaint little park which was complimented by a small lake filled with ducks and swans. Arthur helped me out of the car before opening the back seat door and pulling out a wicker picnic basket, i couldn't help but smile at the sight this was truly adorable.

As we walk to the spot Arthur was adamant about I find my hand back in his as we walk along the lush grass together, the sun shining upon Arthur made him look dreamier than usual I had to stop myself from standing. As we approach the spot I can't help but notice how beautiful and romantic it is. The spot was partially sheltered by a willow tree whose leaves swayed to the breeze, we were right up close to the pond where ducks' had come out of the water for a little rest from swimming. The sun reflected upon the water cascading a beautiful shimmer across the pond. Whilst i was in awe at the scenery Arthur had set up the blanket and basket gesturing me to sit down.

"Arthur- this is beautiful" I comment with a smile my eyes meeting his.

"It is.." He smiles warmly at me causing me to feel slightly nervous.

"You did bring bread didnt you? i ask.

"Bread?" He chuckles slightly at my question "I mean I did but..any reason why?" He smilies with a glimmer of curiosity.

I gesture over to the ducks "They like a picnic too.." I say smiling.

Arthur chuckles softly "How could i forget.."

Arthur opens the basket and takes out a small bag of bread standing up slowly.

"Shall we then.." He smiles as he holds out his hand.

I nod as I take his hand standing up, and we begin to walk closer to the pond Arthur's gaze never leaves me as we walk over, he hands me a slice of bread which I throw into the pond watching as it lands.. the ducks quickly clocked on and rushed to the bread. Arthur notices the ducks resting on the grass holding out his hand for them to come eat some bread while still holding yours. The duck begins to eat from Arthur's hand and his little smile is priceless.

"Aww, I think that duck loves you" I smile as I watch him feeding the duck so nonchalantly out of his hand.

"I think its just the bread" He looks up smiling softly then back at the duck causing my heart to melt slightly.

After feeding the ducks leaving us with no bread we both take the short walk back up to the picnic blanket where the basket of food was waiting for us. We both decide to sit down as I pick up a vine of grapes from the basket.

"Oo, would you like me to feed you" I joke laughing a little like an idiot.

Arthur just laughs as he attempts to bite off a grape and i pull it away. He looks at me with a fake scowl as he tries again to get a grape.

"Oh come on! i bought them!" he protests playfully.

I take a grape from the vine and bite it slowly infront of him and he groans in fustration.

"You are rude.." He laughs whislt looking into my eyes causing my cheeks to flush

I eventually give in and let him have a grape from the vine but that didnt seem to be enough for arthur.

"You owe me now" His tone was slightly flirtier than before and his gaze was slightly more intense.

"I gave you the grape" I shrug laughing slightly..

He scoffs slightly looking away for a split moment before looking back up at me. The sun had begun setting and the warm lighting encapsulated his features so perfectly, his soft brown eyes more so representing pools of honey and his hair appeared a few shades warmer.

"I have something else if you want me to feed you something.." His tone is more flirty than before causing me to blush at his sudden change in demeanour.

I look at him with a blush plastered across my face unable to generate a reply, he slowly moves closer placing his hand on my arm causing goosebumps to rise upon them. He rubs my arm with little circles generating a little bit of warmth to ease the goosebumps that had appeared with his touch. I eventually find the courage to respond to him.

"What is it..?" I say slightly shakily.

He chuckles softly looking away for a moment. "Close your eyes...It's a surprise." The words roll off his tongue in a flirty manner causing me to internally freeze. Despite my nerves, I close my eyes, not being able to see him had made me more aware of his touch and the circles he was drawing across my arm with his thumb, I feel his body shift closer and his hand trails down my arm to my waist gripping softly but firmly. His head was now close to my shoulder and i could feel his hot breaths graze across my neck, his other hand found it way to my cheek caressing it softly.

The anticipation at this point was killing me as I felt my own breath start to get more shallow, that was before my breath was cut off by the connection of our lips. The kiss was soft and loving starting off with little intervals of pecks it didn't seem like he was concerned about eating my face off at this moment, it was slow and romantic but still filled with so much passion as he eventually grazed my lips with his tongue asking to deepen the kiss more. Of course, I accepted his advice as he gently deepened the kiss squeezing my waist slightly as he did. It was a kiss I didn't want to end the moment felt truly magical and special as I felt his other hand trace up the back of my neck to softly grip onto my hair. Eventually, the kiss came to a close his forehead pinned against mine as he still twirled my hair with his fingers and his other hand rubbed up and down my waist.

Quite unexpectedly he pulls me down onto the ground with him laughing slightly as he wraps his arms around me, planting a soft kiss on my forehead as we both look up at the clouds grinning.

End~

Thanks for reading my luvs x

#arthurtv #chaos crew #george clarkey #oneshot #fluff #fanfic

[bbytamaki]

barbatos deserves to be taken care of. pleasing you would come so naturally to him bc he's so used to serving others, but when you're adamant about focusing on HIS pleasure? he's whittled down to a pair of heart eyes and a brain that's all fuzzy and lacking in its usual eloquence. he suddenly isn't too sure where to put his hands bc they're not occupied. cums noticeably faster now that his attention isn't divided between the two of you and he can just focus on taking what you give him.

watches you with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. heavy breathing and quiet moans devolve into a mumbled tangle of i love you's the closer he gets to his orgasm. he means it, too. he'd rather not cum before he has the opportunity to make you cream around his cock, but his protests are just so feeble, intertwined with such deliciously pitched gasps and trembling groans, his attempts to stop you so half-hearted that you just can't help yourself. apologizes when his hips automatically thrust up, forcing his cock further down your throat as he cums. i also feel like the noises you can pull from him when you overstimulate him are downright ADDICTING.

watching someone who’s so put together just completely lose it could not be more satisfying.

he’d probably have trouble taking control at first because he’s usually in the opposite role, and if you really want to be used it might take him a while to get out of that pleasure dom stage.

the awkwardness is so genuinely sweet but there’s never a moment he really feels uncomfortable. he feels so comfortable in your mouth and it’s nothing like he’s ever felt before. his hands are literally everywhere, the bed, your hair. he’s an unintentional head pusher and i’m proud to say it.

he’s practically begging at this point for you to let him do something but you’re not listening. there are so many sensations at once but there’s nothing that makes him cum quicker than you looking in his eyes and kissing the tip. the end. he forgets everything he was worrying about and starts thrusting into your mouth until he’s seeing stars ~

even after he cums he’s still hard, like painfully. really, after that first round it’ll be hard to stop him from doing as he pleases with you. he’s just following orders.

#💌.roomies #♡.vera #minors look away #obey me smut

[failedelectrocution]

Spacedogs Drabble

"I'm nothing special, darling. I'm just a man. Like you said, barely a speck compared to the thousands of stars out there that you love so much.

Adam was silent for a moment, and Nigel was afraid he had spoke too much. He was usually the one reassuring Adam, he should be his protector. He shouldn't be weak. He felt the other man's hands grasp his own, and Nigel rolled over the bed to watch Adam closely examining and gently stroking the lines on his palm. He sighed.

"I'm sorry, iubițel-"

"Do you see these veins?"

Adam cut him off, making him frown. He watched as his lover traced one of the raised veins on the back of his hand, treating it as tenderly as if were a fragile artifact, not a tool for beating and killing. Nigel nodded, adjusting his position to scoot closer to him.

"In these veins, in your blood, is hemoglobin. its what carries oxygen through your body. It has four iron atoms incorporated into its structure. The only place iron is naturally produced is in the core of dying stars."

Adam's voice was low, intimate, earnest. Nigel couldn't stop watching his lips. He doesn't notice his own eyes getting wet.

"Every part of you is made from stardust. From 'the thousands of stars out there, that I love'. You're just as special, if not more, Nigel. Out of the infinite number of possibilities of what could be and what can be, the stars died, rearranged themselves, and became you."

Nigel doesn't even realise he's crying until Adam gingerly reaches out to wipe a tear running down his cheek.

"I'm sorry. Did I upset you?" Adam asked softly.

Nigel wasn't used to being treated as if he were about to shatter into a million pieces at any moment. He was indomitable, he was intimidating. Nothing could break him. Nothing except being told he mattered.

#spacedogs #drabble #based off a post i saw idk #adam raki #adam 2009 #heu #hannibal extended universe #nigel banyai #hannibal #hannigram #will graham

[mayahawkse]

there’s a special kind of magic in being able to draw sound from those who are naturally quiet. quiet like steve.

you’ll get some breathy sighs, a little moan here and there, but he’s largely silent in bed. heavy breathing and lamentations of your beauty, sure, but he doesn’t lose himself the way you do. doesn’t need a hand over his mouth like you do, your moans and whimpers unavoidable every time he touches you. its almost infuriating, being so under his thumb without feeling like he’s under yours. you can’t keep from giving yourself to him, but for steve, everything he gives is a choice.

except one night, he’s exhausted and happy to come home to you, to the instant comfort you bring. sex that night is lazy and slow, his arms coiled around your back as you ride him. he, initially, bucks up into you like usual, but with the firmness of your hands on his chest, he lays back to let you do the work. and quick work it is, his adam’s apple straining against his throat, tendons tight under the skin.

you have him where you want him, you can see him swallowing moans, but all he lets out is a muttered, “kiss me.” you oblige, obviously, sweat beading on his upper lip, salt and spit and heat married between your mouths. you pull back to readjust, shaking hair out of your face, and that’s where he loses it. his body goes stiff, and he lets out a loud, thick moan, eyebrows lifting with the deep stress of his orgasm. it’s hard not to smile, to feel some sense of accomplishment.

steve blinks in surprise, as if coming back to life from a long sleep. he drags a hand through his hair, smiling as you lean down to kiss him. he knows this was needed, knows losing himself with you was another first you’d get to celebrate together. but right now, in the moment, you just laugh.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington/you #steve harrington/reader #my writing #drabble

[pavo-ocxllus]

𝟐𝟑:𝟎𝟐

the highly-esteemed businessman (and occasionally part-time bartender) DILUC's persona highly contrasted from broad daylight in comparison to the narrow "night."

during the day, he was more than just the wealthiest tycoon of mondstadt—known to most of the civilians as the cold, brooding man that’s rather vocal about his negative opinions regarding the nation’s knights of favonius, though polite, modest: the definition of the ideal gentleman (and possible marriage candidate). 

albeit unknown, when darkness starts to loom over the city as lights start to illuminate the area and stars begin scattering every inch of the sky, he’s better known as the “darknight hero,” a vigilante who had gained the praise and awe from the average citizens and the rare few of them who saw him fight crime in person. 

however, to you, he was simply diluc, sometimes ‘luc in private. you didn’t use the seemingly sacred alias nearly as frequently than in your younger years, but the nickname-turned term of endearment wasn’t something that would make him flinch in surprise at the “intimate” gesture. 

then there was diluc during the previously stated “narrow ‘night.’” the rare times that he would come home, greeted by you and his staff, with neither loads of paperwork to file in his study, justice that needed to be brought, nor any excuse to further disorder (or “improvise” as he preferred to dub it as such) his sleeping schedule, you’ve physically pushed him upwards to your shared sleeping quarters, as if he would start dashing away at the slight chance you went easy on him. however, this wasn’t something that ever bothered the flaming redhead—in fact, diluc found it rather endearing. 

to say that most, if not all of his servants didn’t greatly care about his well-being would naturally be a flat-out ruse, yet it was somewhat pleasant to witness someone be concerned over the worrying inconsistency of his slumber’s hours that wasn’t under his payroll. 

so, without prior thinking, he willingly subjects to your adamant attitude, causing this whole “operation: get diluc to sleep like a normal person” (or gdtslanp for short) to become quite effortless than you made it out to be in your mind. 

from dinner to a bath to pulling him to the bed you’ve partly occupied, his empty side all ready for him, it seemed that “forcing” him to comply with this “pampering” gradually turned easier every second—not that it really required any work in the first place.

“really, love, you shouldn’t feel the need to concern yourself with something so trivial,” diluc’s face morphed into a small, soft smile, chuckling at your behavior. his crimson hair that was no longer in his usual low-ponytail, instead held down. though mostly dry since he bathed at least an hour ago, the tips were still wet.  “i can assure you that i can be responsible with my sleeping patterns.”

“well now, i thought you were the master diluc! i shouldn’t expect you to think i would fall for such empty words,” you retorted, in spite of well knowing that really, your significant other had nothing to do. perhaps it was so rare that you couldn’t help but feel defensive—maybe this was some sort of dream. “stay here, i wouldn’t want you running off to secretly go to the city again, would i?”

that was a scenario that happened one too many times, it was only once, but that doesn’t really matter. although your theatrics were a bit... excessive, in the end, this wasn’t really such an enormous deal to get all fussy about. with the amount of roles diluc took on relating to keep mondstadt both safe and its economy afloat, it was kind of reasonable that the man would pull a few hours from his sleep to work.

however, tonight wasn’t that night. he was going to sleep. just like what a normal person did. 

and sleep he did. 

surprisingly, it didn’t take him long to hit the hay the moment he was aware the lights vaulted on the ceiling went out (courtesy of you). he even let out a slightly inaudible snore! you didn’t even get the chance to say a soft, quiet “good night.” maybe he took a few more hours off his sleep schedule than you originally believed. 

“good night, ‘luc,” you whispered, smiling to yourself as his nose nuzzled into your neck, slowly growing tired yourself. closing your eyes, your last sight being diluc’s face.

that was until a few hours later. 

enter, the quote unquote “narrow night” persona. 

you awoke to a rather loud groan filling the room from none other than diluc himself. with yourself curled right next to him, it seemed almost impossible to sleep through that noise. however, despite your mind being a bit more than agitated at the moment, you still had at least an ounce of worry. 

“...’luc?” you question, morning voice kicking in even though it was the dead of night. his body warmth seemed to practically blaze throughout his body, even more than usual. 

diluc’s body slightly shuffled, his arms tightening around you as if he was trying to suffocate you, his temperature burning through his clothes and into your skin.

“mmhhrghh...” his incomprehensible words had distress subtly laced around them, though not to the point they would go under your radar. whatever he was dreaming of, it was enough to cause you to be more than wide awake now. 

“hey, c’mon... wake up.”

as if the red-haired man was actually fully conscious, a few moments later he replied, “...no.”

you didn’t have the time to roll your eyes, mostly attributable to the fact that it appeared that said time was gradually shrinking due to your significant other’s death grip on your torso.

“diluc... please...” you practically begged. the darknight hero is always on his guard after all, apparently even in his slumber, his most vulnerable state. probably something you should probably scold him for not placing enough trust in you—but for now, that wasn’t exactly on your mind.

in a split second, the archons themselves managed to take heed and indulge in your silent, countless of prayers to get this man off of you before he wakes up to a lifeless corpse beside him. 

a rather loud gasp escaping from his lips, his orange-red eyes stretched out and how he jolted upwards to sit up signaled his awaken status. the poor guy’s pants were more than audible, his chest rising and falling at a concerningly quick rate. all of a sudden, sweat beads became more discernible. his expression was in a state of panic.  

almost immediately, his eyes were directed towards you, as if you were the one that just woke up from the nightmare. 

“y/n, are you alright?” diluc inquired, concern flooding his widened eyes, disregarding his cold sweat. the rare expression that was other than his usual nonchalant display of emotions would’ve, under normal circumstances, cause you flamboyantly swoon in adoration and delight (much to his embarrassment, both in public and in private). however, you couldn’t help yet act differently in this scenario. 

“...love?” he asked for your attention once more, his worry slightly growing when you refused to respond. his calloused hands that were the result of many years of prolonged use of his claymore softly grasped on your cheek. at the intimate gesture, it felt impossible to feel not feel guilty on what you were about to do. “are you okay- ouch-!”

the flick to the forehead wasn’t at all anticipated, making it seemingly hurt more than it did. 

“you complete idiot,” you laughed, pecking his forehead in the area where you inflicted a slightly red and sore spot grow on diluc’s forehead. though already more than (read: not at all) accustomed to your various affections, it appeared as though one of the weaker displays of your endearment made him heat up, completely flustered. “worry about yourself more... have you seen yourself?”

you grabbed his arm and pulled it up to his view for emphasis. 

“you’re paler than usual! just a minute ago, you were practically burning up into a crisp!” you pointed out, albeit rather loudly. it was a miracle that none of diluc’s staff barged into his sleeping quarters out of pure concern in the next few minutes. “forget me—what about you?”

your previously aggressive tone faltered into a more soft one, but the concern you felt over your boyfriend didn’t leave you.

“they’re just nightmares... i’ve had them for as long as i can remember,” of course, diluc blatantly lied on that very sentence. he wasn’t about to spill his guts out on the source of his dreams—he couldn’t just tell you that his late father’s death still haunts him to this day. that isn’t the emotional baggage that is obligatory to unpack at the moment, especially when he’s supposed to “relax.”

fortunately for the redhead, you didn’t bother to attempt to pry into his vague explanation. instead, you opted to lay down on your shared bed once more, tugging on the collar of his shirt to bring him down with you.

“...i think it’s because you fell asleep before i did,” you came to your own conclusion, making diluc crack a smile. that didn’t make sense at all! no matter, he was quick to adapt to his new position, circling his arms around your torso like before, perching his chin above your head. 

not bothering to question how you decided this was the reason for his nightmares, diluc made himself comfortable while you pondered more on the possible causes, then stopped to nod to yourself, finally confident in your thoughts.

“yeah. that’s it.”

in reality, that wasn’t it, and you were well aware of the that. you weren’t stupid, even if you did a seemingly good job of acting like it. you may not know exactly the cause of your significant other’s horrible dreams, but that doesn’t mean you could just brush it off like nothing. the poor man’s strong actions were just too drastic to be ignored. 

however, you can’t demand answers out of diluc either. he has no obligation to indulge in your curiosities after all. 

so, little did you know, like him, you deceived him as well. this was a conversation for another time, no matter if it’s days, weeks, years, perhaps even the next morning. you were supposed to get diluc to sleep not in the usual ungodly hours he would’ve if you hadn’t “intervened.”

“well, what do you suppose we do?” diluc asked, his ruby-colored eyes peering down at you.

“well, we sleep, that’s for certain,” you chuckled, staring at him back. it would’ve been rather uncomfortable to look at had the bedroom have another light source other than the spilling moonlight from the window. “but we’ll do it together.”

not arguing against your stupid, maybe even childish solution, he changed his position from your head and settled near your neck, his vibrant hair now tickling your face a bit. 

“let’s get to it, then.”

���𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

#what the hell is this #i literally regurgitated words #this is a rather late birthday present for a fictional character #but happy birthday to diluc!! #diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #diluc x gn reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.! #𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.! #i really really home to get the first chapter of the suns in our eyes up soon #soft!diluc #probably ooc but shh #not proofread sorry

[justinewrites]

Yo I don't really post snippets in public because I have a hard time thinking any one bit of writing is good enough to post on its own but

listen

you can have this one. First pass at a scene between Lucy and Nate (if you've seen me post about my pirate blorbos at all you know they CONSUME ME) after they've fucked nasty for the first time. Not explicit. Suicidal ideology within. Utter devotion ahead. Simping? I think the kids call it simping.

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Nate did not sleep.

He dozed for a moment, succumbing to weariness and the alluring warmth of the bed. When he jolted awake, there she was -- alive and real and naked and next to him. Moonlight lanced through the curtains and fell upon her slumbering visage, illuminating the angelic nature of her features: wild, holy enough to burn his eyes out.

The desire to self destruct, a constant and once humble companion, had never been so strong. He shouldn’t have done this, allowing himself one night to experience the best this life had to offer only to finally, truly experience its absence. But what was the fucking point of living otherwise? He’d drown himself in the ocean come dawn. A happy death.

He could have been content in the wanting. The wanting, like the need for dying, had been with him his whole life and this was no different. It was the having that he couldn’t abide, not when he could not have it forever. The truth of it lying on the bed before him hurt so much more than anything his imagination could conjure. A vast emptiness yawned ahead: life after Lucy, not simply without.

Because this? Could not be real. It could not be constant — his usual companions were never so sweet. Lucy tossed her lovers aside like the bones of the animals she’d eaten and Nate was bloody grateful but also his life was over. She’d eaten her fill.

Given the slightest chance, he’d crack himself open and show her there was still marrow left, just for an extra minute, a moment more of her lips on him, before he was cast out to sea.

She blinked her eyes open, her lashes the wings of a dark butterfly stirring from the bloom. The corner of her mouth pulled in a slow smirk. “Already up?” she murmured, stroking a scorching finger over his cheekbone. “Haven’t I run you ragged?”

“I’m still breathing,” he said. A boyish hope blossomed in his chest, seized immediately by cynicism’s wicked vice. “There’s some life left for you to ruin.”

She examined his face, held his unwavering gaze. “You liked it.” Nate found himself at a rare loss for words. The statement would have been insulting, infuriating, had it not been uttered by those specific lips. He opened his mouth and a prayer almost tumbled out. The confession of his suicidal contemplations fought to escape. Liked it? He was bereft of purpose without it.

“I like how you kneel,” she said when he only gaped like a fish. “I like how you look at me. I’ve never been properly pleased by a man and not seen shame in his eyes.”

Shame? Shame? Shame was for Adam in the garden weeping at his own nakedness. Nate had always been the serpent, crawling on his belly and greedily devouring the remnants of fruits falling to the ground. Now the fruit, the whole bloody tree, came with his name on her lips and God would have to kill him Himself to make him stop crawling back for more.

“You’re such a good boy,” she murmured, just the way she had last night, the way that broke him into a million fiery stars. “You’ll be good for me on the ship, too, won’t you? If I call you to my cabin? Sometimes when you’re being good at your job I just want to do the most terrible things to you.”

Nate laughed, a wheeze, and then couldn’t remember how to get the air back for a moment. “Love, you could rise to Heaven and I’d find a way to break in just to hear you say my name. You’ll never be rid of me.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with equal parts salvation and doom. “I’ve heard of worse curses,” she said, her lips so close the words branded themselves into his skin. “And I don’t think you’ll need to worry about Heaven.”

He’d die for her. He’d kill for her. And now it seemed that the least likely of all was before him: he might get back on that ship tomorrow and live for her.

#neptune's hoard and other treasures #lucyxnate #writing #writeblr #pirates #snippets

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

The Audacity

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing.\

It was dark again though dim light filtered in from the street, casting a square of bluish hue along the far wall. Sometime over the last few days’ Krill had determined that Adam was no longer in critical condition and moved him to one of the private rooms in the hospital. Adam had been stable over the past few days sinking in and out of consciousness every few hours or so. His recovery was taking longer than krill had anticipated and that worried everyone, though Krill had also said it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

There was always a chance his body would reject the nonhuman tissue.

She prayed to the architect that wouldn’t happen.

Voices passed far below the window, a group of young Drev headed home after a night of dueling. She glanced out the window from where she sat next to Adam. Weird to think that she was that young once. Weird to think she was capable of feeling old.

She wasn’t that old really.

She turned her head back from the window, where the dim blue light lit the small room, with its smooth white floors, softly beeping machinery and crisp white bed sheets, In the far corner, Kay lay asleep on the little couch wrapped in a hospital blanket and clutching his fish resting half his head on it like a pillow.

The two most important people in her life within arms reach.

The way she preferred it.

She glanced down at Adam and then back up at the door. It was around maybe one in the morning. No one usually came to check on them for another few hours, and at this age Kay slept like a rock, so Sunny felt safe as she turned her head back to Adam. The feeling began as a hum deep in her chest, building up softly.

Drev have music.

Almost every major sentient group has something similar to music.

Drev rely primarily on drums, the Tesraki use something between string instruments and an accordion. Celzex use wind instruments, but it had always seemed that only humans had the ability to bend their voices to any sort of use, at least naturally. Now that humans were a known actor around the galaxy, other species had attempted to learn the art of using their voices as instruments to varying degrees of success.

For Vrul it was basically impossible, tesraki could really only carry a tune in a hum.

Surprisingly Celzex could sing if they really tried, but it only worked with varying success considering the size of their lungs.

Technically speaking Drev had the greatest chance of mimicking the human ability, mocking it and perhaps outmatching it to some degree. For instance, humans have to rely on the use of their vocal cords, nose and mouth to make singing work. This includes the network of nasal passageways inside their head.

Drev have similar structures, and an entire network of nasal cavities going through their neck and chest. A drev can go much deeper than the average human, but, as sunny had learned, it was also possible to manipulate their voices to go higher. In the end, Drev voices were far more powerful than human voices, their lungs were bigger, and their extensive set of tubes and passageways made them much louder.

But she didn’t need to be loud.

She just wanted to try.

To see.

She had practiced in secret for years now, since Adam was lost to Behemoth. At first it had been frustrating, almost impossible, but there were other drev who had managed it, and after more than three years, Sunny had taught herself how to sing. It was,’t necessarily pretty, and she wasn’t gifted, but she liked to think she wasn’t in danger of making people’s ears bleed.

She couldn’t sing human songs but found that some of Kanan’s poetry lent itself rather handily to a tune.

The song she chose was lighthearted, about a small Anin animal, similar to a fox that chased, another creature, similar to a butterfly, into the sky, its long flowing tail creating the bands around their planet they knew to be the glowing ribbons of a magnetic field. 

It even rhymed.

Kay turned in his sleep, but did not wake up, clutching his fish tighter.

The poem kanan wrote had several verses, all of which she sang, softly, her voice nearly hidden under the sound of hospital generators and the distant sound of voices. While she sang, she held his hand, cold and limp in hers. In the glowing blue darkness of the hospital room, his hand was pale like a corpse worm. Behind her voice, the sound of the heart monitor paced out the beat for her, melding itself into her music as she went, until she was lost in the sound.

So lost she didn’t even notice as it changed, sped up, and grew in strength until eventually her voice faded away and she lapsed into silence.

“I didn’t know you could sing.”

Sunny nearly jolted out of her spot, hand reached instinctually for her spear until she realized. 

Adam’s eyes were open.

And focused on her.

It was hard to tell in the dim light, but she could see the light reflecting off his good eye, and felt as his hand tightened around hers.

She struggled to keep her voice down, “Adam!”

He blinked once in the near dark, reaching up an unsteady hand to his face. His arm trembled as he attempted to move it, a painful process that was slow and lethargic with exhaustion that still hadn’t abated. He managed to reach up and press a hand over his bad eye, which, at this point was missing tis prosthetic.

“You could at least have given me my eyepatch.” he mumbled, “So I don’t look all freaky.”

His voice was partially slurred, but to her delight, he was speaking, and making some sense! And he knew who she was.

She rested her two upper hands on the sides of his face, one hand overlapping part of his.

“You’re okay” She whispered.

He hummed by way of response before, “When did you learn how to sing?”

She waved away the question, “how are you feeling?”

“Annoyed that you keep ignoring my question.” He said back, and she gave a deep sigh of annoyance, “I’ve been practicing for a few years now, since you left to fight behemoth, and I didn’t want to show you until I knew I wouldn’t make your ears bleed.

He gave a tired smile, “For you, I’d let my ears bleed, but I am happy to report that you’re actually not that bad.”

“How flattering.” She said dryly though she couldn’t help but feel a warm sort of glow blossoming up in her chest.

He licked his lips, and she quickly moved to grab him a waiting glass of water, pressing a straw to his lips. He drank long and greedily interrupted only by sunny who insisted he at least breath at some point, a fact which seemed to annoy him to no end, but which he suffered with dignity.

The exhaustion was still evident, despite sleeping almost continually for weeks on end.

He yawned.

“Sleep, I’ll be here.” She said softly.

“Where are we?” despite his exhaustion, he wasn’t too tired to demand answers.

“The hospital back on arcadia.”

“Kazna”

“Escaped through a rip in space and time.” She grumbled.

He huffed, “Figures….. kay/”

Sunny reached out to place a hand behind his head and gently lit him to see across the room where kay was still asleep.

“He’s gotten big.” Adam mumbled his voice already beginning to fade as she rested his head back down on the pillow, “You can say hi when the both of you are better rested.” he didn’t respond to this but closed his eyes and fell asleep.

***

Kay had waited very patiently for his dad to wake up. Warm light from the sun orbs was spilling in through the window turning the atmosphere above them to a light blue. He had played quietly on the floor like his mom had told him, until eventually he heard a soft groan and lifted his head to find his dad was awake, and wasted no time in climbing onto the bed crawling up to the side with his mom

“Papá!” 

Adam cracked an eye, and smiled, “Hey there bud.” Then he frowned in confusion, “Papa?”

Sunny sighed, “Ramirez is teaching him spanish apparently,”

“Mmm figures.”

Kay hugged Adam with Sunny’s supervision and Adam patted him on the back. It was just then that Krill bustled in, “Now now, settle down everyone, I have an exam to-”

“Give me five minutes would you.”

Krill bristled, “Five minutes! Now listen here you big stupid….. I didn’t watch you get stabbed in the chest, stick your fingers in the holes and cauterize with Anima energy to be told to WAIT FIVE MINUTES!”

His rage sent kay into a fit of giggling.

“Can we come in now?”

Adam recognized Ramirez’s voice.

“Yeah, you can come in.” 

“They most certainly MAY NOT!” Everyone ignored Krill’s conniption as they filed into the room.

Soon the room was basically at capacity, with all his friends and several members of his family beaming and glad to see him awake. Krill was seething, working himself up into a nearly vibrating ball of rage, but the room mostly ignored him.

Adam smiled, “You know this is becoming a bit of a tradition.”

Martha frowned at him, “And I will kindly ask you to stop it.”

The room laughed.

Kay sat happily leaning against Adam’s good shoulder, talking incoherently in all three of the languages he knew to the point where no one in the room could probably understand him. Whatever it was, he seemed very excited to let Adam know.

“So, what’s the damage?” Adam wondered, “I…. suspect extraordinary measures?”

The room glanced around at each other.

Celex frowned, “Well, at this point I might say you are only about maybe….. 65% human or less.”

“We gave you an artificial biomechanical heart and lung….. We thought it might be more durable.” Sunny said, afraid that he might be mad.

She should have known better.

“Awesome!”

The room laughed again.

“Though there are a few things……” krill began

That is when Kay decided to interject, “NIPPLE!”

Adam sputtered, and the room laughed, “Where did he learn….’ Adam paused, suspicion dawning on his face as he reached one hand under the bedsheets  prodding around his chest with one hand. The room watched his eyes widen, “Sonnofabitch, who stole my-”

The laughter drowned out whatever he might have been ready to say next, and Adam pulled back the sheet to take a look at their handiwork. The drainage tubes had been left in, so the sight wasn’t exactly pretty, and there was a distinct dividing line between where human skiing began and artificial skin ended.

“No way.” He muttered. They waited in nervous silence as Adam contemplated his changed body and then looked up at them with an accusatory look on his face.

“Who in the hell has the audacity to pilfer a man’s nipple!”

[dxmbxtch]

vampire//pjm

—jimin needs blood to quench his vampiric thirst. but there’s no where for him to get this blood..other than his girlfriend.’

pairing ::: pjm x fem!reader

rating ::: 18+

genre ::: smut

warnings! ::: smut, blood, masochism

song ::: linked below

“blood.. I need blood,” jimin said, pacing around the room.

jimin is my boyfriend, and yes, he’s a vampire. he usually gets blood from a butchers shop but this time, he forgot to refill. he needed blood and there wasn’t really anywhere to get it, at twelve am... except me.

he looked pretty human like, except while drinking blood. he had naturally pretty pale skin, with jet black hair. sometimes his eyes changed color to a reddish brown, but usually were a deep brown to the point they looked black. he had plump lips, which always had a very red tint to them. he was kind of tall and very, very pretty.

and no. vampires don’t dissapear in sunlight. that’s just a myth. their skin gets a little irritated and they might get light headed, but that’s about it. and garlic doesn’t kill them either. they don’t like the smell and taste of garlic, that’s all.

“drink mine,” I chimed in.

he looked at me, eyes almost red, his iris almost taking the diamond shape. “nice joke.”

“I’m not joking,” I said. “I trust you.”

“no,” he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“who said I don’t like pain?”

he looked back at me, this time his eyes were wide as he nearly choked on his saliva. “I-,” he choked out. “this is different, baby. it’s dangerous. I can’t exactly control myself when I’m drinking blood.”

“what other choice do you have? the shop is closed and you can’t get any blood till morning. if you can stay without it till morning, sure, go on.”

he swallowed his spit. “I can try.”

“right, then,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, laying down on the bed. “okay, I’m going to sleep. good luck.”

“no,” he whined. “stay with me!”

I was about to speak but closed my mouth as his hands tightly threaded through his hair and he crouched down. “fuck,” he cried out, "I need blood!”

I got up and walked to him before squatting down on the floor. I ran my hand through his black hair softly before speaking, “jimin, please, drink mine, I hate seeing you suffer like this.”

he looked up at me. his eyes had turned more reddish, his iris now a perfect diamond shape. his lips blood red, his fangs grown and slightly poking out, panting.

“get away from me,” he said, pushing my hand away roughly and jolting away from me. “I’m dangerous.”

“you don’t scare me. I know you won’t hurt me,” I said, moving towards him again.

“fuck! go away!” he lightly yelled, grabbing my waist and yanking me away from him, but not hard enough to actually cause harm. he leaned back, his hands on his side supporting him, his legs lightly spread.

I took in a breath. “my blood will relieve you.”

he looked puzzled. ”but, but that would mean harming you...?”

“it won’t. not if I consent to it. trust me.”

I felt him softening up a little, and made my attempt to move towards him again. he put up no resistance.

I smiled softly before settling myself inbetween his legs. I placed my hand on his jaw, tilting his head slightly before leaning in and letting my lips melt against his in a soft kiss.

he was a little hesitant but kissed back, hand finding its way to my waist.

I ran my hand agaisnt his adam’s apple, which caused him to part his lips. I took the opportunity and slipped my tongue in. before he could do anything, I brushed my tongue against the tip of his sharp fang. a small slit appeared on me, a little blood dripping out and into his mouth.

he gasped, and immediately pulled away, pushing me away.

“fuck! why would you-” he paused, his tongue poking at his inner cheek as he tasted the red. “your blood tastes so sweet...”

his eyes had totally transformed, and were a light red. his skin was paler than usual and his fangs had grown more.

he looked scary, but I felt no fear. the shape of his pretty eyes, plump lips that I knew so well, perfect hands that I always held, it all provided comfort to me.

it was the person I love more than anything.

“drink more of it.”

“a-are you really sure?” he looked nervous, but his thirst grew.

“yes,” I said, getting up from the floor. I reached my hand out to him, and he took it, getting up himself. his hand was almost icy cold. “I’m sure.”

I held onto his hand and led him to the bed. he got on and sat agaisnt the head rest. I got on and sat on his lap, his hands snaking around me.

“you should know,” he said. “when us vampires bite humans, our fangs let out this venom. the vemon makes the person feel high and drunk, but causes no actual harm and no hang over. sometimes this venom can also make someone feel drunk and/or turn them on. the turn on part is rare, but still a possibility. and our saliva has some special magic in it, so if I lick and kiss the bite, it’ll heal quicker. the saliva heals the wound.”

I was stunned. “that’s— min, I want to know what it feels like. bite my neck.”

he chewed on his lip nervously before finally nodding. “okay.”

he brushed my hair to the other side as I tilted my head in order to give him more access to my neck. he leaned in forward, lips brushing agaisnt the sensetive soft skin.

“please, please, please tell me if you even start to feel lightheaded, or if the bite hurts too much. okay? please.” he said.

“I promise.”

“thank you.” he smiled softly before placing a tender kiss on my neck. his lips went up and down my neck, painting it with wet kisses.

then, I finally felt the sharp tips of his fangs gazing my skin before sinking in carefully. one of his cold hands left my waist and wrapped around the back of my throat to keep me from moving too much.

his eyes widened a bit when a pleasured moan left my parted lips. he carefully pulled away, admiring the crimson now dripping down my neck, before he reached back in.

his lips engulfed the wounds as I felt him starting to suck on it.

I rested my head against his shoulder blade as he started drinking my blood, a few groans leaving him once in a while.

his tongue caressed the little wounds, before his lips came around them again.

while he drank me, I felt the venom from his fangs slowly start to do its magic. at first I felt like as if I had drank a shot or two of vodka, which made me feel tipsy. then, I felt a tingling sensation between my legs, a sense of desire and lust forming. the more he sucked my neck, the more turned on I felt.

I shifted uncomfortably on his lap. his grip on the back of my neck grew a bit tighter, as if to tell me to stay still, which I tried even though it was hard to, especially with my core now throbbing. I could feel some wetness starting to form.

after some time, I felt myself getting a bit dizzy and lightheaded.

“j-jimin,” I whispered, “lightheaded...”

he quickly pulled away from my neck before looking me in the eyes. there was blood dripping down the corner of his lips and to his chin. his hand left my throat and instead came up to wipe at his chin.

he panted a little before leaning back against the headboard where his lips couldn't reach the wound anymore, closing his eyes, waiting for his human form to start taking over. it took him more time to become human like than to transform into a complete vampire.

his hands drew soothing circles on my hips as I gently brushed through his hair with my fingers. his skin started becoming a more tanned shade, and his eyes changed to a more brownish red, fangs shrinking just a bit.

the first thing he asked me after he regained control over himself was, “baby, are you okay? did the venom have its effect? did I drink too much blood?”

I nodded. “I’m fine. the bite didn’t hurt that bad, it felt kind of nice actually. and no, you didn’t drink too much, I feel alright. but the venom...”

“the venom? what about it?”

“I uh, I kinda think I need your help now..”

“sure baby, but with what? what effect did the venom have on you?”

“uhm..”

“love, please tell me, I need to know what effect it's having on you.”

I bit my lip nervously. “give me your hand, I’ll just show you instead of speaking.”

he cocked a brow, giving me his hand, which was warmer than before. “okay...?”

I slowly brought his hand down between my legs, placing it on my core, before whispering, “help..”

“I-” he said, keeping his hand still. “it turned you on, didn”t it?”

I chewed on my lip and nodded.

“are you sure you want me?” he asked.

“yes,” I said, finally looking into his eyes, which were intently staring into mine. “I want you.”

it didn’t take long for confidence and light dominance to take over him as he cupped my clothed core outside my pajama shorts.

he leaned in and pressed his lips onto mine. the iron taste wasn’t nearly as strong as I had expected. vampires really do absorb blood huh.

it was a short passionate kiss before he pulled away. he pushed my hair out of his way before placing soft kisses on the other side of my neck.

“please, min, hurry,” I whispered, staring to grind myself against his hand, the venom continuing to strengthen the effected.

he hummed against my neck before bringing his hand up to my waist band, and then slipping it in and down the shorts. his fingers slowly brushed against my folds through the thin fabric of my panties. he rubbed my throbbing clit in an up and down motion as I leaned back my head.

“fuck,” he whispered as his fingers trailed down and felt my wetness soaking the clothing.

he then slipped slipped it hand back out, fingers wrapping around the bottom of my tank top.

“may I take this off?” he asked gently.

“yeah...” I trailed off hesitantly.

he cocked a brow. “baby? anything wrong?”

“uh, well... I’m not exactly the prettie—”

“you are.” his hands went from trying to take my top off to inching up under it. I felt is fingers gingerly run over my curves.

“you haven’t even seen my body though?”

“yes, but I know for a fact thatyou are still the sexiest, prettiest, hottest and most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

I smiled, a light red coating my cheeks. “you can take it off.”

he smiled a wide smile, fingers returning to where they were before, as he slowly lifted up the tank top, taking it off completely.

“woah..” he whispered, staring in awe, taking in my now completely topless self in front of him. I tried to cover myself, but his hands quickly took hold of my wrists without even sparing a glance at them. vampire instincts huh?

his eyes looked at my collarbones, before moving down to my chest, and then my stomach.

“you're a literal goddess..”

“no I’m not,” I said, looking away, cheeks reddening.

“you are baby, don’t shy away from me..” his crimson eyes met mine again.

his hand left my wrist and held onto my jaw, tilting my head again. he started placing more desparate wet kissed along my neck, his other hand starting to trace my collarbones.

I tried to keep up my confident and bold persona, but it was hard not to melt into his arms.

his hand traced down my collarbones and gently cupped my breast, squeezing lightly. his eyes were glued to my face, trying to figure out my reaction to his touch.

“baby,” he said, “lay down please?”

I nodded, getting off his lap. he moved out of the way and I laid down on the bed.

“can I, uh, ask something?” I whispered.

"sure," he smiled. "go on?”

I bit my lip before mumbling, “can you, like, drag your fangs along my skin until it bleeds? I, um, kind of liked the pain, and the venom felt so good.”

his lips formed an ‘o’ shape, as if surprised my request, but it soon turned into a smirk. “of course I can.”

#pjm ff #pjm smut #park jimin #park jimin smut #bts smut #smut #vampire smut #vampire jimin #blood #masochism #femreader #btsxreader #SoundCloud

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

The new day starts the same way so many days before it started.His eyes open. He’s in his bedroom, in his bed, like normal. He’s staring up at the ceiling, not black, but wood grained, and he’s wrapped up in his bedspread. A phone buzzes, and he groans, and tries to reach for it, but there’s weight pinning his arms to the bed. Confused, groggy, he tries again, and this time, he hears the familiar grumbling of a sleepy little sister.

“BJ,” Lydia huffs, half asleep. “Stop moving.”

Her head is resting on his right arm, and he strains to look to his left. His father is on that side, using his other arm in much the same way, and he’s snoring, slightly. It’s a Deetz family sandwich with himself in the middle, and he melts into it, closes his eyes, and is still for a few more hours.When his eyes open next, the bedroom is empty. He’s got no sense of time, but the light coming in through the window makes it seem like mid morning. He touches gently at the stab wounds that had been left in his chest, and stomach. They’re closed, of course. Perks of being a demon. Still, he’s sore and unsteady when he stands, and when he pauses in front of the bedroom mirror, he takes in what he sees. Someone at some point changed him out of his bloody clothes, and the sweatpants he’s in must be his father’s, because they’re both too tight and too long. He lifts the white undershirt that smells like Adam, and looks at the two scars left behind. They’re pale marks on his already deathly pale skin, and maybe in a few weeks his body hair will grow back over it, and he can pretend it never happened. Maybe. And speaking of hair, his has gone back to its natural green state, no more messy than it usually is. He lowers his shirt, focuses on his face. The sharp eyes, pointed ears, moss and glowing eyes are all on display, and he begins to waive it all away. He adjusts his undershirt, and gives a grin. Too many teeth, too sharp, and he waves a hand in front of his mouth, and tries again. Human teeth. There we go, B-Man.The door opens.

#bj deetz au #bj deetz #my writing #beetlejuice au #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #lydia deetz #i have finished this au and am feeling very normal about that