#The brain demons and the brain fog are so strong

[revenantghost]

@dim-sum-wolf: I lied xD my mom had some extra vids on her phone, bonus points for me in the video for like 5 seconds

THIS IS SO BELATED I'M SO SORRY!!! BUT OH MY GOSH!!!! I LOVE THEM!!!!!!

[reallyromealone]

would you do a rindou x reader omegaverse nsfw one-shot? 😬😪

(Ignore if no)

Title: little Succubus

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: Rindō, reader insert

Fic type: nsfw, omegaverse,

Pairings: Rindō x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, demon au, succubus, smut, nsfw, Omega male reader, blood play, Dom and sub themes, spanking, Rindō calls reader names, Rindō is mean, praise, sweet words, reader doesn't feed off people because he's nervous

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(Name) Was starving as he crawled up the large California King bed, a handsome alpha sleeping in no more than boxers as (name)sat on his lap, feeling the others large bulge "I'm sorry... I'm just so hungry" (name) always felt a sense of guilt when feeding, usually keeping it to kissing but he had been so busy with work and... Just a kiss..." (Name) Whispered as he gently cupped the man's strong jaws, his inner omega praising the very strong alpha, he could definitely provide...

(Name) Kissed so softly and sweetly as they tried to use their magic to make sure the Alpha just had a nice dream... Though it didn't work? Pulling away (name) opened his eyes to see that the Alpha was awake and staring smugly "a little rude don't you think?" Rindō said with a shit eating grin as he sat up, pulling (name) closer as the cute little demon looked flustered "I-I was only taking a bit of energy! You should be asleep! Why aren't you asleep!" He said flustered as he looked at the tattooed alpha... Wait those tattoos looked familiar.

Shit.

Large black bar wings spread out behind him, the high ceilings and large bed made sense now as (name) looked at the large horns on the Incubus' head as his eyes turned to a pure glowing shade of amethyst. A large tail snaked from behind him and coiled around (name)s smaller and cuter one "you haven't been eating, kisses are barely a midnight snack let alone a proper meal, idiot" Rindō sniffed at (name)s neck "you're so weak you can't even smell the difference of a demon and a human"

"I-i feel bad taking it that way..."

"You're a virgin" Rindō said in a moment of realization with a bigger grin than he thought possible as he pinned the other to the bed "a succubus Omega whose a virgin... Never thought I would see it" Rindō watched as (name) looked ready to explode with embarrassment "stop bullying me! " He shouted angrily as Rindō chuckled lowly "human raised... You have that innocence that humans have... A little half breed" Rindō sniffed out the human aspects of the other, he and his brother were pure demon choosing to live in the mortal world, operating a crime cindacate with fellow demons.

Before (name) could fire something back, Rindō grabbed him by his neck and kissed him, long tongue taking control as (name) let out a moan, slick already pouring from him and brain getting foggy.

When Rindō pulled away, he looked at his work as (name) looked fucked out from a kiss alone "feels good right? Getting energy from a demon tastes way better than some human" (name) nodded as pink pharamones leaked from him, like fog on a spring morning though it was something only demons could see, easier to tell who was more willing to fuck.

"You wanna be full, huh baby? A cute succubus like you going without a good fucking is just criminal" the Alpha tutted as he freed his cock from his boxers, if (name) was human-- well fully human --- that thing would have killed him. Thirteen inches and thick as a coke can, the demons knot barely expanded as he spread (name)s legs and rubbed up and down his thighs while looking at the others cute little shorts, (name)a succubus form consisting of tiny short shorts a tight crop top that was ripped apart by Rindō "wait!" (Name) Panicked as the Alpha looked primal but halted his hands "i-i don't know your name" (name) said worried and Rindō looked stunned before laughing, leaning up to kiss him "god you're cute, think I'm gonna keep you~" he chuckled as (name)s omega preened at the concept "the names Rindō, what's yours pretty?"

"(Name)...." The Omega whispered as his black wings fluttered at the compliments the Incubus spoke, he knew that lust demons were good with words and shouldn't be so easily affected but... It felt nice.

Rindō kissed down his chest, exposed and perky as his long tongue swirled around the nipple, mouth tearing open to reveal his sharper teeth and (name)s eyes slowly turned a hazy (color) as he took in the pleasure as Rindō looked smug at the others reaction as his hand moved to play with the others much smaller cock, giving a harsh tug as (name)s hips bucked up to chase the pleasure "you must be hungry, you're absorbing so much~" Rindō could feel the Omega drain his energy as his cute fangs grew sharper and his pharamones sweeter, thank god he had enough energy to run Tokyo for a year.

"Alpha ~!" (Name) Cried out as he clung to the other, Rindō pleased that the omegas already claiming him as his wrists made a feeble attempt at scent marking him "yeah? You want alpha, Omega?" Rindō chuckled as (name) nodded feverishly, he was so hungry...

Rindō could tell the other was losing himself to his instincts, Omegan and demonic which was a dangerous combo for any human but thankfully Rindō could take him easy as (name) crawled on him and pushed him down, nails clawing at Rindōs chest as he looked at the others tattoos hungrily "come on baby, take what you want from alpha~" Rindō cooed as he allowed his cute Omega to dominate him even just a little, when (name) wasn't starving he would put him in his place but he knew the cutie just needed a damn good meal.

(Name) Clawed at the others chest, seeing traces of blood before licking up the lines with a moan and sitting up to see the others cock and a wave of nervousness washed over him and Rindō tutted "getting ahead of yourself baby, want alpha to help you?" His voice condescending as his hands groped the others ass cheeks "silly little Omegas need help, especially naughty ones who starve themselves for silly morals" Rindō couldn't help himself, throwing the concept of letting (name) do as he wanted out the window as his large hand swatted down at (name)s plump ass and watched him jolt with a moan.

A succubus didn't feel pain, neither did an Incubus... Anything would feel nothing short of pure pleasure.

"Humans couldn't give you what you need, huh? Needed an incubus cock to satisfy that hunger, a filthy little cock slut pretending to be something he's not" Rindōs words were venomous as he bit at (name)s scent gland and fingers went to the others ass, rubbing and teasing before pushing in and without warning he aggressively began fucking his fingers into the other.

Rindō watched as (name) threw his head back with a scream like moan, legs shaking as Rindō aggressive rubbed at his prostate and the poor Omega clawed and bit at the alphas shoulder and back, gutteral moans escaping his lips as an orgasm rolled through "you feel good baby?"

"Full...." (Name) Mumbled as Rindōs fingers left his gaping ass only to replace it with something far better "well better stuff you good for good measure!" Rindō plunged his cock in, a sadistic grin as (name) took him body shaking and convulsing as the poor thing struggled to process and adjust to his cock, maybe he was too much for the succubus.

Then he saw the others eyes, cute heart rings glowing "you wanna feel real good baby?" Rindō mumbled into his ear and (name) nodded frantically at the idea of feeling even better as Rindō placed a hand on his abdomen and began thrusting, mumbling enxantations as a womb tattoo graced the omegas stomach, increasing his pleasure ten fold and watching as (name) began cumming uncontrollably.

Rindōs thrusts were hard and aggressive as his thighs slapped (name)a ass cheeks and his large wings entrapped (name) nice and close to him as the two kissed sloppily, orgasm after orgasm escaping the poor succubus as the two fed off one another, the poor Omega practically putty in his arms as he let the other fuck him stupid.

"Wanna be mine, pretty? Be mine forever? Only feed off me?" Rindō asked teasingly and (name) bared his neck, surprising the other a bit but grinned none the less as he bit into his neck, venom flowing into (name) as his knot caught and cum began pouring into the other, poor (name) barely conscious.

"Good boy... Nice and full now? Don't worry... Alpha will keep you well fed every day, keep you do nice on my cock" his omega would be his and his alone, he would remove any silly thoughts out of his pretty head and (name) would belong to him and bare his spawn.

It would be perfect.

[onlyjaeyun]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 – 𝟓𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞

↬ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒.𝟕𝐤

↬ 𝐜𝐰: 𝐃𝐃/𝐋𝐆 (𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝟎𝐦/𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥) 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

The buzzing of your phone on the nightstand wakes you up from your dreamless sleep and just as you're about to move around to turn your alarm off, you're reminded of the strong arm around your waist as it pulls you further into the warm chest pressed into your back.

It's only then that you remember how and who you fell asleep next to, a cheeky smile creeping up on your face as soon as the realisation hits you.

Jongseong is still in bed with you. On a weekday.

To your surprise, he's not only still in bed with you but seems to be peacefully asleep, something you're not quite used to when it comes to your hardworking boyfriend.

In the back of your mind you had hoped that he'd stay, especially after a night like yesterday's, yet for some reason you didn't allow yourself to indulge in those hopes, as you were too scared of them being empty yet again.

It doesn't take much longer for more images of the previoos nught to sneak into your head, but for the first time in your life you know you won't let them win no matter what.

You haven't fell asleep and woken up next to your boyfriend in weeks, there's no way you're going to let your anxiety and destructive brain take this away from you again.

There's so much to unpack about the whole situation about your brothers and the bodyguards, you know Jongseong will want to talk about, but you simply don't have the mental energy to waste on those men anymore. You've been fightem then alongside your mental demons for the past two decades and dor the first time in your life you just want to live a single day without thinking about them for once.

Of course this won't make them any less dangerous or threatening, but it will give you the temporary inner peace you need and mostly deserve.

So, determined to not waste any more of your energy on those stupid bastards, you let out a soft sigh and turn around in Jongseong's arms to bury your face in the crook of his warm neck, inhaling his sweet scent the way you did to fall asleep and enjoying every single second of this rare occasion.

Unfortunately you're very much aware of the fact that your second alarm is going to go off any second now as the both of you have to get ready for work.

"Jongie", you whisper against his soft skin and pull your head back to have a good look ag him, hating yourself and the universe for having to wake him up.

He hasn't slept longer than four hours ever since your trip to Jeju and you can't wait to basically kidnap him to a different city and just make sure that man finally gets the sleep him and his body need.

"Wake up, my love", you sigh and place a soft kiss on his chin, "we have to get ready for work."

The sweet sound of your voice gently pulls him into consciousness, something he has yet to get used to, especially after unintentionally depriving himself of it for so long. As your words slowly push their way through the sleepy fog in his head, Jongseong suddenly deicdes to adapt to a completely new routine just to wake up like this until his last day on this earth.

"We're both calling in sick", he suddenly grunts, his voixe deeper and raspier than usual, the sound so unfamiliar, it leaves you lightheaded and shoots a jolt of hot arousal right in between your legs.

"We can't just do that, pretty face", you say with a soft chuckle, hoping for the aching in your lower body to just disappear if you try to overplay it hard enough, "we have meetings and appointments with important clients today."

"Why not? I'm the CEO and owner of the company, they should be grateful I even considered giving them some of my precious time. They can wait a day or two."

Jay's words surprise you as much as they turn you on and you hate your body for betraying you like this. Today is probably just an exception yet you can't help but feel your hopes rising all the way to the sky.

You try to think of something to respond, but you're too mesmerized by the sight of a sleepy Park Jongseong. The way his hair is messily falling into his slightly flushed face, eyes hooded as they're getting used to the sunlight exposure, his pretty lips pushed into a cute little pout and his big hand gently caressing your back.

The longer you look at him, the more you fall in love with him and for a moment you forget whag the two of you were even talking about.

"Don't look at me like that, Baby or I'll make them wait a week or two", Jay teases softly, his hand now moving to your thigh as the other one remains underneath your waist, busy drawing random circles into your skin through the thin fabric of your camisole.

"Oh", you blurt when you realise how obviously you've been staring at him as embarrassment quickly takes over your body, "I'm sorry, Jongie, I didn't mean to. You just look really pretty when you wake up."

"My sweet little angel baby", Jay begins and pushes the bem of your camisole all the way up to your hips, exposing your bare thigh to his greedy touch so easily, "don't ever be sorry for eyefucking me with those pretty eyes. I fucking love seeing you so needy for me."

You're visible surprised at his response, forgetting that your boyfriend has always read your facial expressions as well as your bidy language quite easily and for some reason you can't help but feel even more embarrassed.

"What's going through that sweet head of yours, Baby? Why are you so hesitant?"

You nervously pull your bottom lip in between your teeth as a wave of shame overwhelms you, yet you can't really put a name on the reason behind it.

The past few weeks you've always been the one to initiate intimacy and after losing yourself in quite a few anxious thoughts the previous night, you can't help but let them win yet again.

You know Jongseong's been quite busy, nobody knows it as good as you do. However him not initiating anything these past few weeks has definitely made you feel anlot more insecure than you would like to admit, simply because it feels like he only does it for you and not because he actually wants it.

"I'm sorry for always being so needy", you whisper and bury your face in his neck, "I don't mean to push you so much."

Jongseong is flabbergasted, to say the least.

He's never expected this to be the reason for your change in demeaner and as the realisation hits him, he can't help but let okt a lighthearted chuckle.

"Oh, Baby", he sighs and reaches for your cheek to pull your face away from his neck and meet your glossy gaze, "do you really feel guilty for wanting me so often?"

"Yes", you don't hesitate with your response, too lost in the way he's looking at you with such sweetness and adoration, "you usually don't iniate intimacy and it made me realise that maybe you don't actually want me as often as I want you."

Yet again, Jongseong feels overwhelmed by your statement. Never in a million years could he have expected your thoughts to be as mean as this and as his eyes roam your soft face, his heart aches in his chest.

"And that's okay. I know I can be insatiable sometimes. I hope you know that doesn't mean I only want you for your body. You're so much more to me than sex, I just have a very high libido." Your voice is small and uncertain, filled with insecurity and self doubt, a sound so heartbreaking, Jongseong feels his chest tightening in despair.

"Come here, Baby", is the first thing your sleepy boyfriend replies before he pushes the blanket away from your bodies and guides you to straddle his lap.

You physically can't stop a tiny little gasp to leave your lips as you come in sudden contact with the hard bunge in Jong's boxer briefs, something you haven't felt this way in a lot longer than you thought.

It's not like the two of you hadn't fucked each other in the past few weeks, unfortunately there was never much time for any foreplay and it usually ended in a quickie which stilled your hunger for a few hours. Most of the time Jongseong made sure to have you fall apart on his fingers first followed by him doing just the right things with his cock to drive you into insanity. He also tried his best to give you just enough aftercare to help you regain your composure but you couldn't help but crave more. The lack of actual sensitivity in those moments was probably what resulted in your insatiable hunger for him and his touch.

Without missing a beat, you press your hands flat against his inked chest, caressing the soft skin and circling your hips without even realising it.

"My soft little angel girl", Jongseong sighs and starts kneading the soft flesh of your thighs in his hands, "I'm sorry for not talking to you about this more. Your silly little brain probably gave you such a hard time about this, didn't it?"

"Yes, Jongie", you sigh and look at him with needy, glossy eyes, a sight so pure, so beautiful, the young man has yet to get used to it's effects on his body.

"And is that the reason why you've been more hesitant about indulging in the whole Daddy thing lately, Baby?", he calmly responds as his eyes never once shift away from your face and where you feel like a kid being caught doing something they're not supposed to do, your boyfriend seems more than just amused by your responsive body language.

"I guess it is. But I promise I didn't do it intentionally."

"You're so fucking cute", is his instinctive response to your answer and with a soft sigh, you push your lips into a pout and let your hands find his on your thighs, absentmindedly playing with his pretty fingers to distract yourself from the feeling of embarrassment filling your veins.

"My Baby", Jay then begins, his voice slightly deeper as he notices the feeling of your wetness making its way through the thin fabric of your panties, "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately and I promise you to make up for every sinfle doubt and bad thought I've caused you."

You're about to interrupt his little apology and reassure him, but Jongseong doesn't let you. He's determined to say what he's been dying to for the past fourtyeight hours and no matter how badly you want him to believe that his behavior is somehow justified and okay, he knows it's not and that's why he won't allow you to intervene. Not this time.

Before your brain can even process it, you find yourself on your back, your boyfriend casually moving to lay in between your legs. Jay's face is as close to yours as physically possible and his nose gently nudges yours before he places the most delicate kiss on your parted lips.

"I haven't paid much attention to you and didn't make any efforts to actively include you into my daily routine outside of work and that wasn't okay. Yet, I hope you know that from now on that's going to change", with every single one of his words, Jay pushes you deeper into the mattress until you can practically feel his heart beating against your chest.

"No more early mornings to work out and as little long days as possible. It took me a bit but I finally realised that I am the boss and I do have the privilege to cancel and postpone appointments to make time for my girl. It won't always be like that and at times I'll be at work more than I'd like to be but at the end of the day I'm always going to try my best to come home to fall asleep with you. Not after you."

Jongseong doesn't give you enough time to actually process his sweet words as he pulls you into a hungry kiss and allows you to lose youdself in the sweet feeling of comfort and warmth it comes with.

Just as usual, Jay's kisses are slow and sensual. At first. But the harder he starts grinding his hard cock against your clothed cunt, the sloppier and needier they become. It doesn't take much time for your usually so composed boyfriend to grunt and moan into your mouth, loving the way you swallow every single one of his noises.

"And please don't ever be sorry for wanting me so often. Touching you, being intimate with you, being the one to pleasure you – and everything it comes with, is a privilege to me. Knowing you want me so much is what keeps me sane, Baby", Jay looks at you with soft eyes and just as usual, the expression in his gaze matches his words perfectly. It's like he makes sure you can physically see how honest he's being with you.

"I need it, angel girl", he suddenly grunts and buries his face in your neck, "Daddy needs you to need him, Baby. It's everything I've been daydreaming about for all my life. To be needed, wanted and loved by my person. By you. Please, don't take this away from me."

You're hearing his little pleas and his sweet, needy request, yet you're brain is already too fogged up by all the arousal rushing through your body as the tip of his clothed cock hits your sensitive clit with every single one of his precise thrusts.

"Louder, Baby", Jay suddenly commands, the urge to hear your moans and whimpers overwhelming him after the both of you had to keep quiet the last few times you've gotten intimate.

"Please, Daddy", your response comes quicker and more desperate than you expected it to, but you're simply too far gone already to care.

"What do you want, angel girl? Use those big girl words for Daddy, I know you can do it."

You start nodding like your life depends on it, your hands find home in his thick hair as Jongseong slowly kisses his way down your neck and to your cleavage, sucking the skin into his mouth every now and then right before his hands grab the hem of your camisole and pull it over your head in one swift motion.

"There she is, my perfect little angel", Jongseong sighs and comes to sit up on his knees right between your legs.

"Please, Daddy", you whimper yet again, reaching for his hands to get him to just somehow touch your needy cunt again.

You subconsciously wait dor him to scold you for not doing as you're told, however you definitely don't expect him to land a harsh spank on your clothed cunt. The stinging pain sends you into the sweetest haze of pleasure and with your head thrown back into the pillow, you struggle to build a single rational thought.

"Good girls use their words when they want something", Jay says sternly, his eyes hooded yet filled with such intense hunger, you feel your juices drip out of your clenching hole the longer you look at him.

"I need you to", you're still hesitant but quickly realise that there's no way Jong's going to give into your little insecurities now, so without wasting any more time, you blurt out the rest of your request.

"Eat my pussy", you dig your nails into his wrist as the pain of his tight grip on your inner thigh has your head spinning like crazy, "please, Daddy. I need you to eat my pussy, wanna cum all over your face."

"There you go, that's my good girl. Was that so hard, Baby?"

Jay can't help but feel amused by the sweet look of embarasin your eyes as you look at him, lips parted, hair messy, legs spread wide enough to put your drenched panties on full display for his hungry gaze.

"Don't tease me", you spit and roll your eyes in faux annoyance, followed by desperately trying to hide just how flustered you are because of the breathtakingly beautiful smirk grazing his plumps lips.

"Now, that was a mistake, pretty girl", Jay chuckles and lets his fingers graze your inner thigh right before he lands another hard spank on your sensitive pussy.

"You know I'll just tease you even more if you tell me not to."

"Daddy, please touch me. No more spanks. Need you to touch me."

For a moment you're genuinely surprised by your lack of hesitance but then again it makes sense as all your senses are captivated by Park Jongseong's sweet scent, his touche and his taste lingering on your tongue like a drug.

Jongseong doesn't say a single word until bends down to push his cheek against your inner thigh, dangerously glose to where you need him the most.

The fact you're still very much wearing your now ruined panties is definitely not helping with your impatience.

"Beg a little more, pretty girl", Jay teases and pulls the soaked fabric to the side only to blow cold air against your sensitive flesh.

"F-Fuck", you're quick to arch your back in hopes of getting him to finally do what you've asked for multiple times by now, only for Jay to pull away with another row of soft chuckles.

"Aww, look at my Baby. You're so needy, angel girl. Apparently too needy to use your manners for Daddy, hm?"

"Please", you beg softly, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes and you tighten your grip on his thick hair, "please, Daddy. I've been waiting so long for this. Don't I deserve this?"

And that little rhetorical question is what has Jongseong halt his movements like he's jusg seen a ghost.

"Of course, princess", your boyfriend whispers with tiny bits of guilt gleaming in his sweet eyes, "of course you deserve this."

If your brain wasn't as clouded by the arousal, you would have had enough time to feel bad about using such strategies to get what you want but after barely remembering what his mouth feels like on you, you can't help but feel grateful it worked. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Before either one of you can get out another word, Jongseong finally licks a long strip over the length of your soaked cunt followed by shameleslly sucking your sensitive kiss into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

The suddenness of his actions knock every last breath out of your lungs and with a loud gasp you push your hips further into his face, back arched and head thrown back with the loudest moan of his name.

It doesn't take much for Jongseong to completely lose himself in the sweet taste of your juices as he laps up every single drop, filling the room with loud sucking and slurping noises as well as his muffled moans the second he pushes his tongue into your tight hole.

You can tell how hard he's trying to maintain his composure but every time your gaze meets his, you realisd how far gone he already is. Eyes hooded, cheeks flushed, half of his face coated in your wetness as he digs his bails knto your soft thighs to keep your legs firmly spread for his hungry mouthy.

With every skill flick of his tongue against your hardened clit, you feel yourself inching closer and closer to the edge, the taste of your sweet relief coating the entirety of your mouth and consuming your senses in the best way possible.

Not a single coherent sentence falls past your lips as the tension in your lower stomach increases and you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

"Do it, princess", Jay suddenly grunts and lifts his hand up to land a row of hard slaps against your overly sensitive pussy, the stinging pain sending your brain into overdrive and your eyes into the back of your head.

"I can feel it, you're so close. Come on, cum for Daddy, Baby. Make me proud. Claim me as yours. Cum all over my fucking face like rhe perfect princess you are."

And maybe it's the way his deep voice so close to your cunt sends vibration through your body or maybe it's the way his thumb has made it its mission to rub firm circles into your sensitive clit or maybe, just maybe it's the way he's tamking to you, but regardless of the reason, the coil kn your lower stomach still snaps as soon as your brain has processed his words.

Your high washes over you in several waves, pussy clenching down around nothing as Jay has long taken his fingers out of your tight hold to watch your juices drip out of you as you cum for him. It takes you a moment to realise that your sight has blurred and you feel your ears ringing from the intensity of your orgasm, something you've only ever experienced with Park Jongseong before and have yet to get used to.

You have absolutely no idea how much time goes by until your breathing finally goes back to normal and when your eyes meet the sighg of your boyfriend's habdsome face still firmly buried in your pussy, you nnow exactly why it took you as long as it did.

"Up here, Daddy", you pout and push your hand into his hair to grab a fistful of the thick strands and make him look at you, "can you fuck me now, please? I need to feel you fill me up with your cum so bad."

Jay smiles lazily, still quite drunk on the taste of your cum on his tongue as he's missed it a lot more than he expected. He hasn't had time to eat you out for who knows how long and it's when you look at him with big eyes and parted lips thag he decides to make it part of his new daily routine.

Not a day shall pass by where he doesn't eat rhe sweetest pussy he's ever had or he'll be dammed.

"Sorry, Baby", he sighs and absentmindedly pulls his boxer briefs down his thick thighs, revealing his painfully hard cock to your hungry eyes, "missed eating that pussy to much so i got a little dizzy. Don't think I'll last as long as usual so I might need some help."

You nervously start nibbling on your bottom lip as you wait for him to continue, the excitement bubbling and boiling in your loser tummy as your cunt clenches in response to the throbbing of his cock in his hand.

"Be a good girl for Daddy and rub that pretty clit for me, hm? Wanna cum with you this time but I'm so sensitive already. It's been so long since I've had you like this, Baby."

"Yes, Daddy, anything for you."

Your sweet words of affirmation elicit the sweetest moan from your boyfriend's throat and you attentively watch the way his hips halt their movements for a moment in response to you.

To your luck, Jay seems a lot more impatient than he claimed as he's quick to rub the tip of his sensitive cock against the wet flesh of your cunt, coating his whole length in your juices right before he lines himself up with your entrance.

"Look at Daddy, pretty girl", Jong grunts and pushes his tip inside of your tight hole just enough to reach for your free hand and intertwine your fingers with his, while his other one finds his way around your delicate throat.

"I love you", are the first tjing to leave his plump lips the second he pushes ghe first two inches of his thick cock into the tightness of your pussy, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as soon as you start clenching around him.

"Relax, angel girl. We still have a few more inches to. Daddy needs you to relax so it doesn't hurt, yeah? Be good for me, Baby."

You start nodding impatiently, almost instinctively rubbing firm circlers into your sensitive bundle of nerves the way your biyfriend did it just a few minutes ago, knowing exactly how you like it and how to get yourself to the edge as fast as possible again.

Your body slowly gets rid of the last bit of tension when Jongseong bends down to press his lips against your, not caring about how soft or sweet the kiss is, but rather focusing on the taste of your spit coating the muscle of his tongue.

By the time he finally bottoms out, you can feel your breath hitching in your throat, the feeling of being filled to the absolute brim overwhelming you just as usual.

"So fucking tight", Jay whimpers into your ear, not awake or sober enough to care about the way he sounds, "you're going to make me cum so hard, Baby. Fuck, I won't last l-long, I'm sorry."

"No, Daddy, don't be", you're quick to reassure your boyfriend, pulling on his hair and öoving your hips to meet his little thrusts, appreciative of the way he's still giving you time to adjust to his impressive size, "am close already, too. Wanna cum with you, please."

"Yeah, Baby? Gonna make a mess of Daddy's cock and cum all over me like the good girl you are, right? Go ahead then, angel girl", Jongseong's voice grows raspier, deeper and more hoarse as the pleasure and meed for relief overwhelms his whole body in the best way possible, "cum for me. Claim your man. Show me what only you get to do with my cock."

It's those exact words which push you over the edge headfirst the second time wighin just a few minutes. Jay always knows exactly what to say, he knows how possessive you are and how much yoj love claiming him. Hearing him confirm your thoughts and wants so casually never fails to leave yoj completely breathless.

And as your tight cunt starts spasmkng around his iverly sensitive cock, Jongseong quickly buries his face in your negk with a loud moan of your name right as he cums in three thick spurts and coats the soft walls of your cunt in several shades of white.

Nothing but your joined heavy breathing and the thrumming of your heartbeat in your throat fills your ears for a good five minutes, Jong's cock occasionally twitching inside of you before the sensitivity becomes too much for the both of you and he decides to pull out with a soft pout on his plump lips.

You allow yourself to devour the sight of his flushed skin, from his cheeks all the way down to his lean chest covered in the prettiest shade of pink, his messy hair falling into his face and reminding you both of his need of a haircut.

"Shower or some more sleep?" Jay mumbles softly againsg dour lips and pushes the few strands of hair away from your pretty face to get a better look at you.

"We have to go to work, Daddy", you reply instead and earn youeself another roll of his eyes.

"Your boss doesn't feel very well so he wants you to cancel all of his appointments for today. He said he needs to have some one on one time with his beautiful girlfriend or he'll actually die in agonising pain."

His exaggeration has you both burst into a fit of laughter and without even thinking of protesting any further, you just pull him into your chest and enjoy the feeling of his breathing against your neck as you both allow yourself to take a whole day off of your regular routine.

Being girlfriend and boyfriend for a whole day and nothing but that.

Just this once.

← 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →

(A/N: and here we are 🤪 i know you guys probably expected smth else after the prev chap was sp emptional but i missed writing smut for them so ive been thinking about it all day and wanted to give this to you guys as 1) a little thank you for all the love ln strictly business and 2) as a was to apologize for all the heart reak in future chapters!🤕 thank you so much for everything babies, i love you so much. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!!!!💞🧸)

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I need more mindswap fics! Now! Dis shits too good!

Mind!Swapped!Alastor, who....

Pairings: Alastor x Reader

Tags: MDNI, smut plot, dub con!

Word count: 887

Request: Yes/No

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who stirs to the sound of his door being hammered on, who's face peeks over the soft blue sea of fabric to see his door swing open from the comforting space. Who basks in the soft warmth of the light as a shadow hurriedly covered him in darkness, his own smiling face hovering over his body while speaking rapidly, worry noticeable on his brow as the words came in and out of audible, so quick his ears couldn't understand at first in his haze.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who shoots up suddenly after he rolled back over onto his side, his newly felt long strands of hair tickling his nose until he cracked them open once again. Who frantically grabs at himself in a perplexed mental attack of weakness, who jolts when you touch his uncovered feminine flesh and pushes his body off the bed with a girlish scream.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who threatens absolute carnage upon you if you do not keep your mouth shut for the entire day. Who claims he'll tear your soul into bite sized pieces until you can hear not move an inch so he can feast upon your organs to make sure you die again remembering nothing.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who forces you to change his vulgar revealing feminine clothes with his own power, who only allows his shadow to cautiously and accurately switch his attire.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who doesn't leave your side, his brain being fogged by not only the need for his powerful presence to protect him in this weak state, but by the attraction to himself he felt through your body. Who clings to his own arm breathlessly, who gains attention from the others to the change in both of your behaviors.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who cannot rest alone. Who shudders at the thought of being in a restless solitude without his pocketed dimensional room and without his strong present static, who rushes through the halls in your lacey white translucent night clothes to his door to open it… Only to find himself on his armchair by the fire place, his body's clothes disheveled and face stained with a red tint as his clawed hand ruffled lightly within his pants.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who grinds his flat herbivore-like teeth at the wet feeling coating himself between his fair thighs, the womanly throbbing from his dainty petals as he pulls the front of your white camie down to cover himself and the growing wetness that he has little control over. “What do you think your doing?!” His voice would seeth, the threat coming out helplessly as a whine of embarrassment due to your girlish voice being so soft.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who gawks in pure horror at his newly developed position upside down, who writhes with cute little noises of protest as black tendrils loop around his now frail and soft form, his embarrassed tear filled eyes batting its lashes rapidly as he made eye contact with you in his body. Who watches helplessly as your hand untucks himself from his pants at a painfully slow pace, claws raking drawled out strokes across the taut strained skin as it pulsed.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who screams to the holy being who sent him to this foul place for mercy, your lips allowing the words of a subconscious pleading bitch to release as the feeling of his demonic presence rumbled throughout your trembling form in powerful thrusts of his tentacles. Who cursed you for hours before succumbing to your body's desires for his bloodthirsty feral fucking.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who quakes in his eighth orgasm finally hitting the sweetest spot inside you, voice hoarse and desperate for something other then a tentacle inside. “Dearest…” He'd moan to you, your hand still lazily stroking over his half hardened cock before the shadowy appendages pulled him over to you. His ever present smile still boring strain as you made his magic lower your body onto his lap. “Beg some more, it's so fucking hot-” You'd tell him, clawed hand gripping your chin harshly to make him listen. Oh how he trembled.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who cumdrunkenly begs for more of his own seed to fill your tight little holes. Who gurgles hushed moans onto his cock as you facefuck him into the wall, humming hard against his length as it continued to split thick white globs down your pipes until you made him choke. Who reveled in the sound of his voice calling to him, “Such a good girl..” he was for this moment.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who wakes sticky and damp with you on his lap shivering uncontrollably with your thighs locked around his hips. Who's static grows until he feels your cunt tighten around his soft cock, helping it to harden as you blubbered against his chest in pain from the soreness.

Mind!Swapped Alastor, who uses you as nothing but a weak and pathetic little fleshlight for days after your incident. Who punishes you so sweetly that your mind bends into itself and snaps at its base. Who fucks you so good that the only word you remember to say is his name and not a damn thing else. “Oh, don't think that I won't remember this..”

[dandylovesturtles]

Leo & Donnie, trick (Please no character death, thank you!)

This will make more sense if you read the previous trick or treat (the Leo and Draxum trick)

Unfortunately this has become. a whole Thing. I didn't plan for it, it just happened. I'm currently calling it the Sidelined AU

CWs: Internalized ableism, light passive suicidal ideation

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Here's what being stuck in a demonic suit of armor for two days gets you:

Brittle bones.

No mystic powers.

Hovering brothers.

A catatonically depressed dad.

A catastrophic decrease in muscle mass.

Chronic fatigue.

A concerning amount of brain fog.

A bedroom on the ground floor (under construction).

Sensitivity to light and smell.

And a wheelchair. Apparently.

Donnie brought it in ten minutes ago, and he's spent that long infodumping about all the features he's built into it. Leo hasn't really kept up, because of the whole brain fog situation, and because he doesn't normally listen to infodumps of this length, anyway.

Instead he's been focused on keeping his lunch down. Something about the wheelchair twists his gut in a sharp way. It just feels so... final. Like if he sits down in that, he's officially given up.

Donnie is still rattling on. He's been smiling the whole time. Leo doesn't know what about his situation invites smiling.

(Some part of his brain, the less bitter and angry part, notes that it's the same smile Donnie has whenever he shows off new tech. Leo ignores that part of his brain.)

"Any questions?" Donnie asks him suddenly, and Leo blinks his way out of his own thoughts. Donnie is looking at him expectantly. Still smiling, his hands gesturing at his creation. The wheelchair. Leo's gut twists again and he swallows forcefully. Reaches over and sucks down the last of the water from his water bottle, and even that simple motion takes Herculean effort.

He's already forgotten what the question was, so he says, "No," because he feels that sums up all his feelings about the situation.

"Excellent," says Donnie, because he can't read a room to save his life. "Then do you want to take it for a test run?"

Leo stares at him so he doesn't have to look at the chair.

"No," he says again.

Finally, Donnie's smile falls. It morphs into something concerned, and Leo isn't sure he likes that any better.

"You said you were feeling alright," he says.

Sure, he did say that, because all he ever says when they ask how he's feeling is "alright." Well, that's not true. Sometimes it's "okay." Or "fine." Or, "Jeez, Raph, stop worrying about me before that chasm gets any bigger."

The point is, he did say he was feeling alright, but alright isn't good enough for... whatever this is.

He struggles over his words for a bit before finally getting out, "I don't need a wheelchair," which is the main point, as far a he's concerned.

Now Donnie's expression turns more frustrated. "Yes you do."

"No, I don't."

He sighs. "Leo, we've been over this. Your legs aren't strong enough to carry your weight, and you can't risk a fall in your condition. Do you want to be healing from a broken pelvis on top of everything else?"

He doesn't. But he doesn't say that, just stares stubbornly at Donnie to avoid looking at the chair.

"The wheelchair is only for now," says Donnie. "Once you've recovered enough, a walker, then a cane, or crutches. We've been over this-"

"I don't need a cane," says Leo, cutting him off. "Canes are for old people."

"They are not," Donnie argues. "They're for whoever needs them. Which includes you."

"I don't need one."

Donnie grumbles something under his breath that Leo can't hear, because damaged hearing is another one of the things being trapped in a demonic suit of armor for two days gets you. "Alright. Is there something wrong with my engineering?"

He frowns. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, is there something unsatisfactory about the chair that I can fix so you would be more willing to use it." He gestures at it. "It's okay if my design isn't to your liking. I have others."

Leo shakes his head. "This isn't about your engineering." This isn't about you.

"Well maybe if we make it about my engineering then you'll stop being so stubborn!" Donnie snaps, and Leo feels his hackles rising.

"Oh, screw you, Donnie."

"Screw me?" Donnie spits back. "Screw me for trying to help and not just watch while my brother lets himself waste away! Yeah, screw me."

"You don't have to watch anything," Leo snaps back. "The door's right there."

"What's your end game here?" Donnie demands, taking an angry step forward. "You complain about Raph carrying you everywhere, but you aren't doing anything to fix your situation. You won't exercise, you won't use the wheelchair - you're giving up!"

"I'm not giving up!" Leo lies.

"Yes you are and I'm sick of watching it!"

"Then leave!"

Donnie opens his mouth like he wants to argue further, but then he throws his hands up and turns on his heel. "I'm done," he says, then stalks out. He tries to slam the curtain behind him as he leaves, but because it's a curtain it just ends up swinging back and forth.

Which means Leo can clearly see as Raph and Mikey duck out of sight.

"Donnie, maybe you shouldn't have-" Raph begins, but gets cut off.

"I'm not treating him with kid gloves. If he wants to rot in bed then let him."

"He's having a rough time, so-"

"You can keep coddling him. But I'm done."

Leo hears retreating footsteps, then a heavy sigh. Raph is still right outside his room.

It takes him a moment, but he pokes his head in eventually.

"Heeey buddy," he says, adopting his baby voice, and Leo wants to scream but he doesn't have the energy. "Need anything?"

"No. I'm fine," he says instead.

"You sure? Because Raphie can-"

"I'm fine," he says again, tired, and lays down so he can stare at the ceiling. "I'm just gonna sleep."

"...Okay. Night Leo."

He's gone and doesn't come back. Mikey doesn't come, either.

Leo regrets his decision a few minutes later, because all that yelling made his throat dry and painful, but his water bottle is empty, and he doesn't have the energy to get to the kitchen, and if he uses the chair...

He groans, pulling his blanket over his head. Already, the brain fog is turning his thoughts to white noise, and the fatigue is pulling him down. Thirsty or not, sleep will come.

Another thing being trapped in demonic suit of armor for two days gets you: a cure for insomnia.

[trendywaifus]

↳ i have dreams that lives in my nightmares!

everyone described the ruthless freddy krueger to be a vengeful spirit seen as a disfigured man. one night after falling asleep, you were finally able to come face to face with the urban legend.

↳ featuring, dream demon! kafka

—cw, fem! sub! reader, oral sex (fem! reader receiving), fingering (fem receiving), dub–con, mentions of scars, not proofread

after falling victim to slumber, you found yourself what it looks like to be in an empty museum full of fog. “ a. .museum? “ you questioned, anxiety gradually swelling in the pits of your stomach. like the fog, the atmosphere was thick with ominous silence. you walked down the large hallways blindly, catching glimpses of bizarre paintings and artifacts displayed along the walls. there was a particular painting of a spider seemingly stuck in the midst of its own web.

“ whoever made this museum has actual issues. “

breathy laughter echoes through the walls of the empty museum. “ oh really? you wound me, i happen to put this together myself. “ the voice drawls before humming a familiar tune. wait, was that summer and winter? you were unsure of the direction from where the voice is coming from. but as each moment passed, her humming got louder and louder. it felt like she was in your head, luring you in a hypnotic trance. you were starting to get a bit dizzy.

but then, a horrid sound of metal scratches against a harsh surface. “ oh, fuck. i think i should just get on my knees and start praying. “ you muttered as the steady sound of heels clanked across the tile floor ahead of you. a tall silhouette comes into view through the fog. but what made your heart nearly burst out of your chest was the shadows of her stretched arms disproportionately reached further along the walls as if they were wings.

“ actually, never mind! i should start running! “ you quickly turned around to make a run for it but her voice stops you.

“ stay. “

on her command, your body stops itself in its tracks. no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn’t even take a step forward. immediately after, a delicate hand runs up your back and rests on your shoulder; you shivered. “ good girl. as much as i enjoy the game cat and mouse, i wanna finally see that pretty face of yours up close and personal first. “ she purrs in your ear before walking in front of your frozen body to see your face.

“ holy. .” you were memorized by the tall beauty towering over you. beautiful lilac eyes, long, silky purple tresses stopping below her breasts, red lips curled up in a deceivingly warm smile; she was out of this world (figuratively and literally!). no alleged burn marks etched to her skin, instead it was creamy and flawless. she adorned a white, long sleeve collar shirt, black dress pants, and heels. you were ripped away from your admiring when a long, sharp metal claw gently runs along your jaw, careful not to tear skin.

“ mmh, it’s such a shame a little dove like yourself got caught into my web. “

“ a-and it’s such a shame that i’ve never gotten to meet such a beautiful woman like you until now.“ you blurted out.

a genuine look of surprise flashed on her pale features before she lets out a soft laugh. “ well, i didn’t expect you to be quite the charmer, little dove. i’ve been watching you for quite some time. “

you give her a confused look. “ but why me? “ her smile stretches wider with mischievousness, she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “ i will say this, human lust and desire are known to be so strong that the brain translates them into the most interesting fantasies which are called— “

“ w-wet dreams. .“ you stuttered, heat rising into your cheeks. is she implying that the only reason she was watching you was because of your wet dreams? you don’t know if you should be embarrassed or weirded out. the woman laughs out of no where, “ you should be more so embarrassed, darling. you have quite the wildest dreams that even i was taken back from. but to answer your question, hardly. i’m really here for you. “

your brows furrow with confusion.” did you just read my mind? “ she teasingly smile at you, bending down a bit to lean closer to your face. you swallowed thickly. “ yes. anyways, how about this, “ she draws closer to your face until hers lips are nearly touching yours. “ let me have some fun with you and i’ll let you go. you wouldn’t mind that since this is one of your fantasies, no? “

fuck, why did she have to see my dreams? you thought, shyly adverting your gaze down at the floor. amused, she lifts your chin up with a gloved finger; forcing you to return eye contact with her. your knees nearly turned jelly under her roguish eyes. “ and, if. .i don’t, you’ll kill me right? “ you questioned, voice barely under a whisper.

she hums thoughtfully, “ well, I would say yes but since it’s you, i’d rather not. you caught my attention after all, sweetheart. “ she presses her red lips against yours, running her tongue over your bottom lip. her hands which were now strangely bare, roams your body delicately as if you were one of her most prized artifacts. a shiver runs down your spine as her cool hand slips under your shirt and massages the warm skin under it with her thumb. you couldn’t help but feel excitement course through you.

“ now, what will it be? i can practically sense your desire for me. “ she chuckles against your lips. bewitched by her kisses and honeyed–filled voice, you whisper, “ y-yes, as long as you let me go after.” thrilled by your answer, she smiles wider, this time, revealing her fangs which prods your lips. “ atta girl. oh! before we continue, despite what humans call me, i prefer “kafka.” i’m afraid the original freddie had to put down his hat. “

you narrowed your gaze. ‘freddie?’ as in the urban legend freddy krueger? who could of possibly thought she was freddy? or even his replacement? where did he even go? “ and why are you telling me this? “

with a flick of her wrist, the setting changes and you’re now back in your bedroom. you assume it was conjured up by kafka. “ because i don’t want you screaming out the wrong name of course. “

before you can react, you land butt first on the mattress. kafka situates herself on the bed and between your legs. her long slender fingers reaches for the waistband of your pajamas and slides them down your legs and off your feet. she licks her lips at the damp spot staining your panties. “ i haven’t properly touched you yet and you’re already excited.”

too flustered to respond to her lewd comment, you let her pull off your cotton panties; giving her a delicious view of your dripping pussy. she runs a digit along your folds, coating it with your juices. “ so wet.” kafka purrs, delving her face further between your legs. her warm tongue presses flat against your clit before enclosing her lips around it. “ sh-shit. .! “ you gasped, curling your toes in pleasure as she starts sucking on the senstive bud. her index finger teases your entrance before sliding inside.

your cunt squeezes around her as if it was welcoming her. now knuckles—deep inside, she drags her long, slender finger in and out of your hole. all you could do was squirm and buckle your hips, hoping the graceful entity can relieve the aching knot in your abdomen. kafka retracts her mouth away from your bundle of nerves with a soft pop. she smirks, “ i haven’t added in another finger and yet you’re squirming as if i’m using three on you. here then.” you felt two finger enter your core, filling and stretching you out even further.

you let out a loud moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy as her well—manicured nails rubs against the spongy spot of your walls. “ r-right there, kafka! please! “ you babbled, throwing her a desperate look. kafka says nothing and grants your wish, curling her fingers right where you want it while her thumb idly plays with your clit in circular motions; driving you right over the edge. “ fuck, fuck, i’m gonna—“

to your utter disappointment, she pulls back, fingers covered in your slick. kafka laughs at the look of betrayal and confusion on your cute face. “ sorry, darling. i just had to do it. “ you forgot you were messing around with a being who loves to trick and torment people for her own pleasure. still in a daze, you tried your best to glare at her. “ don’t give me that look, pretty thing. lay on your back for me, i promise i won’t do it again. “

hesitant, you laid down on your back. kafka gently spreads your legs open for more space before going back in. she places her hands on your inner thighs, holding them apart. kafka observes how your slick pools from your pussy. delighted by the sight, she drawls, “ i’m just itching to get a taste darling. “

you stifle back a moanful groan as her tongue licks down along your folds in broad strokes. kafka emits a satisfied hum from tasting your essence on her tongue. she enters straight in, brushing her wet muscle down your gummy walls. “ god, kafka. .!” you moaned, feeling her tongue skillfully pump into your aching cunt. she pushes her face closer, nudging the bundle of nerves with her nose.

arching your back in pleasure, the familiar tension in your stomach returns as she continues to fuck you with her tongue. “ sh-shit, it’s coming back! “ you tried to enclose your thighs around her head but she easily keeps them in place. kafka firmly squeezes at the supple flesh, silently urging you to cum. “ c-cumming, kafka! “ you nearly screamed, your walls pulsates around her tongue and not a moment after, moderate amounts of cum dribbles out of your hole and in her mouth.

“ you taste wonderful, pretty thing. better than any wine i’ve once tasted. “ kafka greedily licks your slick and cum from her slightly–smudged red lips. you panted heavily, legs jelly from your climax. she sits upright to unbutton her collar shirt, your eyes widens in astonishment as she does; the skin that was previously covered was littered with scars and horrific markings. it was as if she has gone through extreme torture at some point in time. an unreadable expression settles on her face as she gauges your reaction.

smiling blankly, kafka expected you to scream or attempt to scramble away in terror but you didn’t. perhaps you were too fatigued to even move. but, searching in your tired eyes, she sees a sliver of pity in them. it was something she hadn’t seen in a very long time because all she was use to was fear, anger, and many other negative emotions she strikes into her victims. “ d-don’t give me that look, you know i can’t run away even if i tried, kafka. b-besides, ” you continued, averting your gaze away from her eyes awkwardly, “ e-even someone like you was once caught in someone else’s web so i can’t say i’m horrified of that. “

kafka smiles once more but this time, laced with amusement. she tosses her unbuttoned shirt to the side and dips down to whisper in your ear. her hot breath fans against your skin. “ keep being this interesting and cute, darling and i’ll appear in every dream of yours until you wish you no longer have the ability to sleep. “

[jazeswhbhaven]

It saddens me to say lovelies...that the future of this account...is that of a concerning fate....

WAKE UP LOVELIES

...it's the first of the month....

This account for one isn't going anywhere btw. Had to make a little jokey joke because april fools day y'know.

I do have some updates though since I always give them for each month. 💖

First, I've finally made it to 500 follows??? Thank you all for being amazing and showing up and showing out for the love on all my drabbles, request answers, just anything. Especially my brain rot. A couple of things I'd like to address for this blog as it grows is the following:

-this is a judgement free zone within reason. i have my boundaries and strong opinions that may pop up, my intention isn't to be 'hoiler than thow' or wave fingers (i mean i'm playing a demon sex game hello?) but at the same time, there's some stuff that just ain't it and i will bring it up if i feel the need to to establish my limits.

-i am only one admin with audhd and a fucked up sleep schedule. so i may be late to the hype, right on it, or it's two days later and i'm catching up. that's just how it is

But I welcome you, and if you're new...enjoy your stay, it's wild here.

NOW onto my requests/inbox

If you've checked my pinned there's been updates. As of today, any request sent from now until the end of the month will not be answered until May in the order received. Any requests you see posted during April are old ones I hadn't gotten to. I'm working this month on how to organize requests, and make sure I stick to my waiting times as per stated or throw them out. I like working on requests, it gives me something to do. However I really wanted to focus on creating my own content for the blog, that's what I started this entire thing for (if any of you remember my old now shadowbanned blog) that was the base of it. Which segways into this next bit. I am dangerously shifting into burn out mode....

The thing about being nuerodivergent and on medications for different illnesses, and while trying to build a healthier lifestyle, I am constantly battling wanting to keep up with my writing peers on posting fics, answering requests, being a part of a fandom again.

But ngl the numbers are killing me. I get anxious about getting a huge following and then coming up short cause I know how it gets. Hard criticism, parasocial relationships, hate follows, that shit haunts me. So when I try to answer ya'lls request quickly I sit here at my computer numb and brain full of fog because I simply can't think of how to answer. That's been happening a lot. And truthfully April is never a good month for me. I just want to coast this month...be minimally busy as possible and just not think much. To rememdy that, this is why I have decided to take an entire month off taking any new requests. A reset. Trying to find that balance. I need it before I crack.

Andddd now for some light hearted stuff.

It's my birthday month!

idk if I'll be doing a special thing on this blog during that time, but if I do, you'll know~ Beel's birthday is on the 4th btw so that's really cool we share the same month ^^ Got him on the quiz, both of us have adhd, and now the same birthday month. He just wants me to surround myself around him huh? i don't mind that tho. that's my boo.

To end this long ass post, stay awesome, stay lovely, and enjoy my brain rot and stupid reacts 😘

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[babyiamperfectforyou]

The Unleashed Desire

Summary: Princess Y/N seeks new adventures and goes into the forbidden forest. Is it really the habitat of demons or is it all just a fairytale?

Part 2

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 3.2 k

A/n: A little something we put together as an apology for not posting for this long. If it feels rushed, it's because it was🥲 Not proofread.

Xoxo,

G and M

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Y/N was the eldest daughter of King Eric, the great ruler of Elorda. She was a fierce princess unlike her sister. She wasn't the one to fear darkness nor was the one to back out from a fight. Her interests in defense classes itched the courtiers. They wanted the princess to be confined into the mold they created. They wanted her to be the disciplined, womanly girl who attracted suitors into their territory. They wanted the territory to be ruled by a King, not a Queen. Her mother was the strongest and bravest woman she'd ever seen.Yet she too had been confined into the four walls of the palace.Y/n wasn't the one who'd let the society manipulate her. She had her own terms with things.She would never let anyone dictate her life.

So here she was, ready to set off to the abandoned forest her father warned her not to enter. It was a dark forest in the color of a raincloud. Nobody dared to enter the forest, yet it fascinated her. People believed that the forest was surrounded by demons who loved to feed on human flesh.They believed that these demons hid in the darkness, whispering dark magic spells and luring innocent women into their clutches. She was never the one to back out because of fear; she loved adventures and nothing excited her more than these tales about demons. She sped past the guards on her horse and rode to the river bank.The forest stood on the other side of the river bank. She left her horse on the river bank as she waded through the narrow part of the river and into the woods. A howling could be heard from a distance; the forest hummed with life around her.

She walked through the wide expanse of the forest.Trees clouded her vision making the sky invisible. She walked and walked until she reached the middle of the forest. It was filled with dark tree trunks, and overhanging limbs across the path. The creepy atmosphere provided the perfect dwelling place for those who worshiped the dark magic. Rocks surrounded the place.Tree trunks could be seen and there were no signs of any living beings. She felt goosebumps. Suddenly, everything went cold, she could feel the presence of something around her and at that moment, she doubted whether her decision to come to the forest at this time was foolish.

"Looking for someone, Princess?" a hoarse voice, as deep as the forest, brought her back to the present. She could make out a silhouette approaching her through the fog clouding her vision. A muscular form came in front of her, he was tall. And strong, she noticed. He towered over her, looking straight into her eyes. His eyes were darker than the forest green and his jaw was sharper than the knives in the palace kitchen. He was wearing a black tailcoat, his lips blood red. Everything around him chanted danger, something that always excited Y/N. He looked straight into her eyes and she felt small under his scrutinizing gaze.

"Umm….Who are you? “ She tried her best to hide the fear that encroached her brain.

'Who am I? You're the one who entered my place without permission. I'll punish anyone who intrudes my territory. You're no exception, Princess." He said with a tone that asserted dominance. She shivered as the thought of a certain punishment passed through her mind.

"What are you thinking, Princess?" He asked.

"How do you know that I am the princess, you creep ?" She questioned. His presence filled the air like the redolent fragrance of a night blooming Jasmine. What if he's a demon? She shivered at the thought.

"Such a creative nickname, princess.I expected you to be a little more fierce. And to answer your question, everyone knows the rebellious young princess of Elorda; and when I say everyone it includes EVERYONE."

She huffed an angry breath to see him smirking.

"I am fierce enough and I don't have to prove it to an asshole like you. Who is this EVERYONE you're talking about ?"

"Curious, huh?"

"Get to the point, creep."

"Everyone means all the commoners and the ones hiding in the dark. You know them, princess. They're waiting for you." he finished with an expression unknown to her and her heart skipped a beat.

"How do you know them ?" She cross questioned him.

"What do you think?"

"Are you ……?" She trailed off, unable to form coherent sentences.

"Yes "

"You're a demon, '' she said with all the courage she had.

"I don't like repeating, Princess," he deadpanned.

Y/N looked around her. Only forest surrounded her. Nobody would come to rescue her even if she cried for help. For the first time she felt dumb for not taking her father's advice. She looked at the demon who's now piercing her soul with his emerald eyes. Who would have thought this handsome creepy stranger would be a Demon. He was very attractive, to say the least. Anybody would have mistaken him for a knight in shining armor coming to rescue a princess .But she was not the damsel in distress waiting for a charming prince to save her. He could kill her right now and nobody would even know. She did not know why but she had a gut feeling that he wouldn’t kill her or hurt her.

"You're nothing like a demon." The words fell out before she could control. She felt red spreading from her cheek to her neck.

"You want us to be ugly, princess ?" He taunted.

"No…I mean….it’s uh.. You… um..Ugh…What am I even doing here?I Am leaving." She tried to walk away from him but he gripped her hand pulling her into him .Now her back rested on his torso. His breath fanned over her neck from behind.

"Who said you can leave, Princess?" He nipped her ears after whispering those words . Excitement filled her body. Her heart panted in her chest.

"I'll never let anybody dictate my life, Demon." she spat with disgust .

"Carefull princess or I'l have to fuck that attitude out of you." he sounded cocky. She was not the one to let somebody control her. She tried to escape by turning around and kicking him in the groin, but he avoided it easily and tightened the grip on her hand.

"Let me go, asshole." She shouted.

"Harry "

"What? "

"Harry , My name. You can call me that as you're not good at nicknames "

"Harry ",she whispered the name in her mind. It was like the name was a spell that was put on her. She chanted it in her mind again and again .

"Not exactly what I expected. But atleast Demon's are good at naming ."

"So you like my name"

"You wish "

"Why wish for something that is already true?"

Y/n couldn't contain her anger. She tried to move again but he did not flinch. She only had a knife with her and she suddenly drew it out, turning around and placing the blade on his neck in a sudden move.

“Do you know what this knife is made of?”, she asked him, her eyes darkening.

“From the rock that is mined out from the sacred coral cave, yes I know”, Harry smirked.

“So, you would also know that this can make you bleed, right?” Now, it was time for Y/N to smirk. She gently pressed the tip of the blade into his neck and a drop of blood flowed from his skin to the tip of her blade. In a swift motion, he snatched the knife from her hand and threw it onto the ground, but she did not flinch away. She kicked him in the ribs, throwing him off balance. He wasn't expecting such a move that it surprised him. Without showing it, he regained his posture and tackled her onto the ground, pinning her hands above her head and hovering over her. She gulped hard, his eyes were piercing into her own, his pupils dilated and dark.

He loosened his grip on her hands and she used that opportunity to lock her legs around his torso and flip him around so that he was under her. Retrieving the knife from the ground, she ran it over the expanse of his neck and with a victory smirk, got up and faced him, his face filled with admiration. He was impressed by the way she fought him. The respect in his eyes was something she yearned for from everyone around her. She tried her best to be enough but wasn't enough to anybody. And now a cold blooded demon was looking at her like she was the most exquisite creature.

"Impressed,Harry ?" The first time his name fell from her lips, she tried to savor each syllable. Her calling his name did something to Harry as well .A strange emotion passed through him so quickly that she could have missed it if she blinked.

"Definitely " he added after a beat, "not ".

"What you're doing now is dangerous. You're playing with fire, princess."He said in a pure authoritative tone.

"What if I like to play with fire, what if I like to burn? Will you let me burn in you, Harry?"

She didn't know where this courage came from. But his presence seemed to have unlocked a darker version within herself. She moved towards him. His breath hitched, eyes hooded. She felt herself getting aroused at the sight.

"There'd only be ashes left after that, Princess. Are you willing to burn?" He asked with a harsh laugh.

"I am …."

She couldn't finish her sentence. He claimed her lips in urgency. Their tongues fought for dominance and his forced her to submission which she wasn't willing to grant. She fought fiercely but had to surrender to his needy mouth. His tongue explored her mouth filling it with an intoxicating taste of something wild. She drowned in bliss. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She backed away, panting like she ran a marathon.

"How are you still breathing like that?" she asked which came out only as a whisper.

"Demons can hold their breath more than humans do, Princess. And before you ask another question I am going to show you how long I can hold my breath." He said with a mischievous smirk .

"How " another whisper escaped her mouth.

"Oh you'll see" was the only thing he said before kissing her again.This time it was not rough, but a soft kiss savoring every inch of her lips. His mouth left hers only to trail kisses along her jaw. He abruptly pulled away to look straight into her eyes and suddenly his fangs appeared.His look sent a chill down her spine.

"I am going to claim you. Would you want me to claim you and make you my whore, Princess? "

The words whore and princess in the same sentence was making her mind go crazy. The look in his eyes was sinful and she was sure she mirrored the same. She nodded her head in approval and he buried his face in her neck kissing and slowly biting the soft flesh. She screamed in pleasure when his fangs pierced the soft skin between her neck and shoulder bone. He looked into her eyes with blood dripping from his fangs. His tongue came out to lick up the blood.

"Lay down," he commanded.

"Make me "

As soon as the words left her mouth he closed the distance between them, turned her body around and bucked her knees. He gripped her hips to let her fall without getting hurt.He placed her firmly on the ground. He closed his eyes, whispering some spell and suddenly a rope appeared in his hand. He tied her arms and legs to the nearby rock with the rope. She tugged against it desperately, but her efforts were futile.

"I was going easy on you. But you've made it difficult now. I am going to fuck you while you lie tied up here ".

Without any warning he tore her dress up, leaving her only in a corset and flimsy inner cloth.He looked straight into her eyes while getting on his knees. She moaned at the sight. The slight pain in her wrist when she strained against it seemed to have turned her on more.

"Untie me, you asshole"

"Harry "

"And you say you don't repeat" she mocked his tone .

He slowly kissed her inner thighs. She tried her best to clench her thighs together but the ropes prevented her from doing so ."Stop squirming, it's not ladylike for a princess" Harry taunted her but she could not hold it in any longer.

"I'll make you pay for this, Harry "

"Oh I know you will "

He continued teasing her until it was unbearable for her .Her nipples perked up and she could feel her arousal dripping down to her thighs. He bit the flesh close to her pussy and she whimpered in need .

"Want something, Princess?" his tone was filled with sarcasm, but she wasn't ready to give him the satisfaction.

"No …. " She tried her best to sound nonchalant.

He slowly dipped one of his fingers inside her. Her walls clenched around it.

"Fucking tight , Princess"

She couldn't form any sentences and was writhing and whimpering under him.

He worked his finger in and out her pussy until she couldn't hold back a moan. She could feel the impending orgasm in her lower belly and when he was pretty sure that she was close, he pulled his finger out, making her scream in frustration.

"You sure you want nothing, Princess?".He taunted her again. She couldn't hold it back any longer, she was on the verge of tears, frustrated.

"I want your tongue,Harry, I want it so bad that I'd die if you don't make me cum now", at that moment, she didn't care about her reputation a little bit.

"That'd be fun to watch", he wasn't going to make this easy for her.

"Harry, please " she begged.

The moment those pleas left her mouth, something stirred inside him. He kissed her slick folds and at the same time his fingers worked magic inside her. All it took was a few pumps of his fingers before she came.

"You beg like a whore , princess".

"I am your whore, only yours"

She knew this was what he wanted to hear so she said it. As expected, his eyes filled with lust and he asked her what she wanted and she told him to remove those ropes so that she could touch him. As soon as the rope was removed she closed the distance between them and kissed him. She took charge and nipped his lips asking for permission which he granted.

"Let me mark you now, Harry" She said in a dominating tone and he growled at that. She peppered kisses along his jaw and sucked the shoulder blade removing his cloak. She sucked and bit at the spot until it turned purple.

"Now you're mine." She whispered in his ears.

"Careful, Princess or I might never let you out of this Forest."

"Who said I wanted to be let out of here?", she asked, working on his vest. Soon he was left with nothing but a pantaloon.

"On your knees ,now, " he commanded

"You're not the one in charge here, my dear Demon"

"Oh I am " he wasn't giving up

"You'll see "

It was all she said before she sank to the ground. She slowly took him in her hands. He was huge and painfully hard. She squeezed him, and gently started stroking. She took her sweet time and he was growing more and more impatient.

"Just do something, " he growled.

"If you ask nicely, how about that? " She smirked up at him.

She wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"In your dreams, Princess, I don't beg"

"Okay then, I thought I would give you the best orgasm you've ever had, but you don't want it, your loss", she smirked, standing up.

"Wait, don't go", he said, grabbing her wrist.

"Why should I stay here?", She asked,

""Please give me your mouth, I want you", he said through gritted teeth.

"See, that wasn't hard now was it?", She teased before putting him slowly in her mouth.The feeling brought Harry into ecstasy. Her hot mouth engulfing him was like entering into paradise. Then she started licking and sucking him. Her eyes watered at his size; she bobbed her head up and down in enthusiasm.The rhythm slowly increasing and he could feel that he'd be coming in seconds. His cock throbbed inside her mouth.She moaned at the sight all the while looking straight into his eyes . Her moans traveled up to his spine, unleashing his orgasm into her mouth. His cum dripped all over her face and her neck. She looked like a goddess at the moment and her gaze was filled with lust and her face wet. She was turned on by the sight of him coming. Her tongue darted out to lick a drop of his cum from her lips.It was all it took to unchain his inner demon. He lost all his control.

"Fuck, you'd be the death of me" he commanded.

"You want me Harry " It was not a question, it was a statement.

"I want you more than anything in the world right now, my princess.But you have no idea what I'm going to do with you right now."

"I want it, Harry. Whatever it is, I want it."

"All fours Now " he said in a dominating tone that sent a shudder down her spine

She removed her remaining clothes. Before her hands could hit the ground he gripped her hair and spread her thighs wider.

" So wet for me, are you, princess?"

"Yes……please"

"Please what, Princess"

"Please fuck me, Harry "

"Oh such whore for me .You want me to feast on that pretty cunt of yours, huh?" A loud whimper was her only reply .

He slid his hard cock into her and she screamed in pleasure. Her walls clenched around his cock. His cock feasted on her pussy like he had been hungry for years. Tears filled her eyes .He choked her with his long fingers. The sight was so sinful and deadly yet she was turned on .He flipped her over to bite nipples while his hand assaulted her breasts. He slammed into her again and again at a faster pace. It only took a few more thrusts for both of them to fall apart together, chanting each other's names like a prayer.

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'What now?" It was Y/N who broke the unbearable silence.

He was sitting on a rock, and she was laying down, her head in his lap.

"I don't know. I've never felt like this, not for a demon or for a human.The thought of sending you away is already making my heart ache which was an unknown feeling for me until now. I want you Princess." He said in desperation.

"I don't want to leave you either, Harry ", she sat up. She slowly started gathering her dress and put it on, "I have to go now, Harry, but I promise you that I will come back for you. Till then, keep this with you", she said and gave her knife to him." And with that, she slowly mounted her horse and rode away. She left him with teary eyes. He allowed her to leave believing that she'd come back.

Will she come back for him? Or will she forget him in her busy life?

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Chapter 8 - The End

Final part you guys (if you couldn't tell from the title lol). There will be an epilogue, but apart from that Arranged Marriages is done! Thank you so much to everyone that's shown their support and I hope you've enjoyed :)

I might have made up some stuff about Tidemaker abilities but reader is the most powerful Tidemaker in Ravka at this point, I may have also made up some biology to do with her powers so don't hate me.

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: death, violence, injury, fight scene, steaminess, like a lot, bordering on smut I won't lie, (edit: I've written it now and yep it's basically just soft smut I'm sorry)

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Nikolai jumped back, feeling the air shift as the arrow went past and embedded itself into the wood next to his head. The window had shattered, glass raining down on him and his wife, and he instantly went to cover her body with his own.

Not that she let him, though. She shoved him off before yanking off her cloak and pushing open the door, diving into the fight, and had Nikolai not already, he would have fallen in love with her right there. Pulling off his own overcoat, he grabbed the guns he kept at his sides, and followed Y/N, firing off at the shadows he saw in the fog.

Fog? he thought. That wasn't there before.

Someone who knew there were Grisha, then. The attack was obviously planned, but now he needed to figure out who by.

Hearing a cry of pain from his left, he turned in time to see Y/N get stabbed, and felt the demon rear up in protest. Nikolai knew that he wouldn't be able to stop it from coming up; he wasn't strong enough to resist it.

It burst free, Nikolai's consciousness taking a back seat while the demon leapt forward, charging at the man that had dared to injure his lover. The two of them barrelled over, demon over man, and Nikolai recoiled as the other part of him sliced into the enemy's stomach. Satisfied for the moment, the demon let Nikolai recognise the clothing.

Fjerdans.

A body fell next to him, and seeing the flash of blue he got scared, worried that she was dead, but when she turned his face to hers to inspect for any damage relief flooded through him.

"Are you alright, Kolya? I don't know if you can understand me, but... I just need to know that you're not hurt," she said. He nodded leaning into her hand, then growled as another Fjerdan attempted to attack from behind, axe raised. The demon readied to protect Y/N, but before anything could happen she had raised her own hands, not looking away from Nikolai, and pulled the water out of the Fjerdan's body. He landed with a thump against the ground, and the demon receded, satisfied that she would be safe for now.

"I guess you don't need me to look after you then?" he panted, out of breath from the demon.

"No I don't, I was in the army, remember? But if you could cover me while I heal this, that would be fantastic," she gestured to the stab wound in her side. He nodded, frowning.

"You're a Tidemaker though, how are you going to heal it?"

Her hands moved as she talked, concentration etched onto her features.

"Baghra taught me when she showed me that the connections between the orders are there, they just... don't get used," she gritted her teeth with the strain of whatever she was doing. "Besides, the brain is like, 80% water, and controls what we say and do and everything, so I can just... force myself to heal." The last part was said in an exhale, her hands sweeping in the air to prove her point as the wound stitched itself up. It was messy, and there was definitely a scar, but it was closed and uninfected, which was all Nikolai cared about. "Do you know who it is that's attacking us?"

"Fjerdans. Although," he fired off a few shots, "why they're attacking us this far south is strange, and I don't understand how they even got here. We have eyes everywhere." He cursed as someone (a few someones? It was hard to tell in this damn smoke) shot back. He was aiming blindly into the mist, but the demon helped guide him to his targets, using its senses to sniff them out (which was completely weirding Nikolai out, if he was honest). Y/N stood up, Nikolai only a few seconds behind, and raised her hands, eyes closing. Her head tilted, and her fingers twitched from where they hung in the air, as if she were hunting for something. All of a sudden her hands twisted, fingers curling, and Nikolai heard the squelch of water leaving multiple bodies. One Fjerdan stepped forward out of the fog, however. His walk was stilted, as though he were fighting against the movement, and Nikolai realised with a start that he was fighting it, because he wasn't the one making his legs move.

Y/N was.

Her eyes were open now, set with deadly intent on the man in front of her as he stopped a few paces away. A vein was bulging at his temple, the only sign of his struggle against her.

"Why are you attacking us?" Her voice was calm, smooth, and soft, but Nikolai was sure that everybody gathered in the clearing could hear her just fine. She had blood smeared on her face (not hers, he'd checked), her dress was torn in a few places and she had leaves and dirt in her hair.

She looked powerful.

The man seemed reluctant to speak, and Y/N's hand twisted slightly.

"For Fjerda." His accent was strong, and it took Nikolai a moment to figure out what he'd said. "Ravka is... weak. The Lantsovs... are weak." He was struggling with the words, either because his Ravkan was atrocious or because he was fighting whatever Y/N was doing to him. She took a step towards him, hand still raised, and leaned in slightly, speaking in perfect Fjerdan.

"Ravka is not weak. You may think that because we have let you, but now you have seen firsthand just how strong Ravka is. Go back and tell your country that the King and Queen of Ravka will fight for their country, should anything happen to it. Go back and tell them what happened here. Go back and tell them that we do not want a war with anyone, and Fjerda should honour the peace treaty as Ravka does. And go back and tell them that what happened here today? I can do it on a battlefield, with your entire army. Ravka is not weak. And the Lantsov family is not weak." She finished up, letting her hand drop, and the man fell to the floor. Y/N stood there, face impassive as he wobbled to his feet and turned, fleeing. All the other Fjerdans were dead.

She slumped, shoulders sagging, and Nikolai was by her side in seconds, holding her up and pulling her body into his, kissing the top of her head.

"That was..." he hesitated, struggling to find the right word.

"Horrible? Terrifying? Possibly stupid?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of sexy, hot, really hot, really really hot, but sure. Yours work too." She gave him a light smack on the chest, clearly not really meaning it, and the smile on her face when she looked up at him gave her away.

"You're ridiculous, Nikolai Lantsov."

"And you, Y/N Lantsov, are incredible." His heart fluttered at her name, having never heard himself say 'Y/N Lantsov' before. It suited her. Her responding smile was like pure joy, and Nikolai leaned in to plant a kiss on her lips, soft and full of love. Somebody cleared their throat (why couldn't they have waited another few seconds?), and Nikolai turned to see Zoya, hands on hips, mildly impressed expression on her face.

"As amazing as that was, we have a slight problem. Some of our soldiers saw the demon."

Shit.

"It's alright, I've got this. Just... round 'em up in front of me," his wife said.

A few minutes later, the twins and Zoya had done just that, confusion on their faces. Well, on the twins' faces. Zoya looked bored, if anything. Y/N raised her hands again, and for a moment Nikolai panicked, thinking she was going to kill them, but when she only closed her eyes, furrowing her brow and making movements with her hands that Nikolai couldn't understand, his panic subsided. A minute or so later, she stopped, lowering her arms.

"What did you do?" Nikolai asked.

"Erased all memory they had of the demon. Replaced it with something else."

"How-"

"Water, brain, control," she said.

"Got it." He hadn't got it, but he figured it would be best to just let her rest after the fight. Her skin was glowing from the use of her power, but her eyes were tired, and so Nikolai led her over to a spare horse. The carriage had been destroyed and was unusable, so they would have to go the rest of the way by a different means.

Half an hour later, the Grand Palace came into view, the sun setting behind it. Nikolai could have collapsed from exhaustion right there, but he kept going, knowing he had a very large and very comfy bed waiting for him inside. He and Y/N hadn't talked about sleeping arrangements for when they got back, but he'd been living under the assumption that they would move in with each other, sharing chambers. He was so lost in thought he didn't remember going in to the stables or handing over his horse, or going upstairs, his wife on his arm. It was only when he felt her pull back against his arm outside his bedroom door that he zoned back in, realising that she'd stopped, and was biting her lip.

"Nik?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I... can I stay with you tonight?" She was blushing slightly, fingers fidgeting with a stray thread on her dress and trying to fix it, despite the dress being completely ruined from the fight.

"Of course. If you like, you could move in?" He knew it was a risk, and that despite everything she might not want to share his bed every night, but when she nodded, eyes lighting up, he let out an internal sigh of relief. His peace was cut short, however, when she took his arm by force and dragged him inside his room, slamming the door shut behind them. For a brief moment, he thought she was going to jump his bones, but when she charged in the direction of the bathroom he realised what she wanted instead. Y/N paused at the threshold, turning back to face him.

"Are you coming, or not?"

Now it was his turn to blush, stunned into silence at her words as he took in their meaning.

"Uh... yeah. Yes." He trailed after her into the bathroom, standing awkwardly at the door, arms hanging limply at his sides. "Do... what... why am I here?" She stifled a laugh that ended up escaping as a snort, slapping a hand over her mouth.

"If you don't want to be here, Kolya, you don't have to. Or you could turn around while I get undressed and into the bath, yeah? I just... wanted some company." His face went even redder at the thought of being in the same room as her while she was naked, and suddenly he decided that the best place for his hands was in front of his crotch.

"Okay. I'll... I'll turn around." Shit, his voice was hoarse, and he winced as he turned so that his back was to her. He heard the water running in the bath, and he heard Y/N taking off her dress. Trying to, anyway. She sounded like she was struggling, so Nikolai said "Do you need help, darling?" Saints, why had he said it so low? Her shuffling stopped, and he worried he'd crossed a line. Within moments, however, she was next to him, pout on her face.

"I think the laces got knotted and I can't undo them like this, could you help?"

"Of course," he replied, lifting shaking hands to the back of her dress. The laces truly were knotted, and whatever she'd been doing to try and untie them had not helped. After a few minutes, he got the last tie free, pulling the strands away from each other with a triumphant smile.

"Thank you," she whispered, holding the front to her chest as the fabric slipped down over the tops of her arms and gathering at her elbows, showing the space between her shoulder blades to Nikolai. He swallowed thickly, the noise loud in the room, and Y/N turned around to face him. "Are you okay?" she asked, still in a whisper, and he could only nod. "Okay then. I think the bath is done running, so I'm just gonna... yeah. Okay." She visibly winced at her words, and Nikolai could only smile softly as she walked off and out of his view. She was adorable, and he couldn't believe how lucky he had been in having her as his wife. Hearing the fabric fall to the floor and the small splash of water as she got in, he turned around, pulling up a chair next to the tub. Shrugging his jacket off, he was left in his undershirt and trousers, suspenders loosened and threatening to fall off of his shoulders. He took his gloves off and rolled his sleeves up just past his elbows, then rested his forearms on the edge of the tub. She looked peaceful, eyes closed and the afterglow from using her powers earlier still emanating from her skin.

"Stop staring, Kolya. You're making me feel self-conscious."

Her voice surprised him in the quiet room, and he replied saying "You shouldn't. You're gorgeous." She flushed pink, looking away from him, muttering a 'Thank you' under her breath.

He dipped his fingers into the water and gently splashed some towards her, laughing when she squealed in shock. "You're meant to be at one with the water aren't you? Not afraid of it," he chuckled, and she narrowed her eyes and splashed him back in the face. Given the shape the water took, he knew she'd used her powers, and that he was at a disadvantage in this battle, but he sent more water her way. They went on like that for a while, until one particularly large amount of water dropped on Nikolai's head, soaking him from head to toe. He spluttered, wiping the water out of his eyes and off of his face, slicking his hair back.

"You're gonna pay for that, Y/N. You do know you just soaked the King of Ravka, don't you?"

"So terribly sorry, Your Majesty. Oh wait, I'm the Queen, so I can do what I like, especially if that involves chucking a bucketload of water over my husband's head." She cackled, much like a witch (a beautiful witch, he thought), throwing her head back and pointing at him with glee. Starting to get cold in his now wet shirt, he peeled it off, and her laughter died out.

"Nik?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you shirtless?"

"The Queen of Ravka chucked a bucketload of water on my head," he responded with a smirk, taking extra time to take off his shirt now he knew the effect seeing him without one had on her.

"Oh. Okay."

She was quiet for a moment, and was definitely checking him out, then said:

"Can you sit down and close your eyes?"

He did so, unsure where this was going and hoping she wouldn't take the opportunity to dump more water on him. Instead, he heard the water sloshing as she moved, and seconds later her lips were on his, soft and careful. He responded immediately, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek and kiss her more deeply, and she sighed into his mouth. They kissed for a while, slow and loving, tongues dipping in every now and then but for the most part just softly kissing. When they pulled away, resting their foreheads against each other, Nikolai spoke.

"I love you."

He seemed to be full of risks tonight, but as soon as he said the words he knew that he wouldn't ever take them back, or say that he hadn't meant it. It was too true for him to do that. He held his breath as he waited for her to respond, to say something, anything, and when she did he could have died.

"I love you too, Nikolai."

He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling too much to make it anything more than that, and he felt her own grin as he did so.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"Hang on, let me get out the bath first. Not like that!" she exclaimed at his smirk, reading his mind. "Saints, you are insufferable, Kolya. I mean let me get out the bath and put on a robe, because my hands are starting to go pruny, not because I want to give you a show in here!"

"I'll go wait in the other room then, okay? Give you some space," he said, smirk turning into gentle smile.

"Alright then. See you in a bit?"

"Yep." Nikolai left right after, pausing only to pick up his sodden shirt and hang it over a rail to dry. He changed his trousers quickly, putting his own robe over the top and sitting on his bed. They'd spoken about it earlier, and Zoya had agreed that as long as he had his tonic, he didn't need to be chained down that night. David had strengthened and refined it over the past few weeks, hopefully meaning that the chains wouldn't be necessary again. His wife shuffled out, robe wrapped around her tightly in an effort to cover her body up. Unfortunately it only served to highlight her body figure, since the thin material was so close to her it was like a second skin, and Nikolai let out a strangled noise at seeing her. Luckily, she hadn't heard, and Nikolai stayed on the bed (totally not staring at her) until she came and joined him, still holding the robe for dear life.

Once she was settled, she kissed him, lightly, and reminiscent of the earlier ones in the bathroom. Nikolai responded, moaning when she bit on his lip and slipped her tongue inside.

Saints, she's getting good at this.

She'd confided in him at some point over the last week that apart from the obvious, she'd not kissed anyone before him. He'd been so elated at the feeling that she trusted him enough to share that, both the information and the experience, and had promised that if she ever wanted to practice he would be a very willing volunteer. She'd smacked him in the head with a pillow.

Now, however, she was taking control, pushing him back to sit against the headboard and straddle him, which combined with seeing her acting all queenly in the forest earlier was making him hard. He slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her closer, and the other landed on her thigh, gripping it and occasionally stroking up and down. She was grinding on him now, and fuck he needed to do something about this or it could be embarrassingly quick for him. Nikolai tightened his hold on her, flipping her gently onto her back and hands moving to the ties at the front of her robe.

"This okay?" he asked, hands fluttering nervously over her midriff.

"Yes, Nikolai. Definitely," she breathed, moving her own hands to help him untie the knot. The fabric slipped away and Nikolai sucked in a breath.

She's stunning.

"Shit, Y/N. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? No, don't laugh, it's true. You're heavenly, alright?" He'd tilted her head back towards his when she'd turned away with a scoff, hoping she would see the sincerity in his eyes as he said it. Now he moved in, kissing her and gasping at the feel of her bare chest on his. He was in a state of bliss, and he wanted to stay in it forever.

---

Y/N was in paradise, and she didn't ever want to leave. From the moment he'd taken his shirt off in the bathroom she knew she wanted to do this with him tonight, and now, lying on his - their - bed, underneath him as he praised her and told her how beautiful she was as he kissed her lips and her neck and her collarbones, she knew she'd made the right decision. When he paused just above her chest, she opened her eyes, looking down at him in a silent question.

"May I? Touch you?"

She could melt at how careful he was being, knowing that it was partly because that was just who he was and partly because he knew that she wouldn't want him to take what he wanted. She nodded in response to his questions.

"Need to hear you say it, darling."

"Yes, Kolya, you may." Saints, this man knew what he was doing. He lowered his face down, kissing gently at the skin, and within a minute he had learned how to get every kind of noise and reaction out of her. She knew that he'd had many (many) partners before her, and she didn't blame anyone for it, especially since it meant that he was practiced enough for her, but had make her a little insecure earlier, however Nikolai had been so sincere in his compliments that she didn't feel quite so worried afterwards.

He'd moved his mouth onto her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention he'd given the first one, and Y/N tugged on his hair at the pleasure, gaining a groan from Nikolai that reverberated through her body. After mapping out her chest with his hands and mouth, he moved lower, pushing the robe she had long since forgotten was still on her shoulders off, all the way, looking up to check she was okay with it. Feeling the need to cover herself up, Y/N went to move her hands, but Nikolai stopped her, staring in wonder at her naked body.

"None of that, Y/N. You're too beautiful to hide, alright?"

"Alright," she replied faintly. His hands were holding her waist, thumbs caressing her skin and making her forget everything, when suddenly a thought occurred to her. Sitting up, she brought her hands up to his shoulders, then pushed off his robe (emerald green, of course his robe was emerald green). When he raised his eyebrows in question at her actions, she simply said "I don't think it's fair that I'm naked and you're still wearing clothes, that's all." He chuckled, then helped chuck his robe off and onto the floor, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply.

"Well then," he responded, voice low and teasing, "you'll just have to help me out of them, darling." She didn't waste any time, hands flying down to his waistband to undo his belt, then pulling off his trousers and underwear, throwing them unceremoniously onto the floor next to their robes.

"Shit, Kolya," she breathed out when he was bare.

"We don't have to do anything, alright? This is completely on your terms and if you want to stop at any point you tell me, okay?"

"Yeah. But, you know that... that I trust you, right?" His breath stuttered as he nodded, smiling softly.

"I know, but it's especially important now, okay? I just want to make you feel good, Y/N, even if that means we don't go that far tonight."

"Okay," she replied, then laid back down on the bed, pulling him with her. "Can we just... can we just keep doing what we were doing before?"

"Of course. You tell me where you want me and I'll be there." She nodded, then gently guided his face down to her stomach. He kissed the skin there for a while, then moved lower when her hand in his hair pushed him, legs going either side of his head. One hand gripped her thigh, the other was splayed across her stomach, lightly pressing down as he kissed his way up her inner thighs. Her own hands were tangled in his hair, urging him closer.

When he finally reached where she wanted him to, he took his time between her legs, learning every sound, taking note of every reaction, and bringing her further into paradise with each kiss he left there.

When she'd needed a break, he'd come back up the bed, sitting beside her and stroking her hair, giving her more slow kisses.

And when she pulled him on top of her, he'd checked that she was definitely okay with all of it before pushing in, being gentle and caring and careful as he did so. It didn't take long after that for the two of them to settle into a rhythm, slow and blissful, and he held her hand and kissed her lips sweetly as he made love to her.

When they were done, Y/N wiped out on the bed, Nikolai got up, bringing back a towel from the bathroom and a bowl of warm water to soothe her. He was being perfect, he was perfect, and Y/N could have cried in joy if she weren't so drained.

She curled up into his side under the blankets, tired from everything that had happened that day, and was comforted by his warmth and the hand that was gently stroking down her back.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered into the room, moments before she dropped off.

"Night, Kolya," she mumbled back.

She fell asleep to the steady beating of his heart.

Epilogue

[pixlostinatos]

disability headcanons for the s1 emperors!!

pix: autistic, hypoglycemic -- uses his trident as a walking stick in case of dizzy spells

jimmy: this man was canonically born from a cracked/deformed egg theres no way hes able-bodied. his bones are a little softer than they should be so he wears wrist braces and the stripy bit around his abdomen is boned for extra back support. sometimes experiences brain fog

lizzie: not necessarily a diagnosable thing, but she has depth perception issues that only get worse when shes out of water

joel: pots and ocd and npd. i will not elaborate

fwhip: autistic, wears a knee brace and has ankle supports built into his boots because he landed wrong the first time he flew (thats canon!) and i like to think it never healed correctly. i keep going back and forth on whether i want to portray him with hearing loss/deaf gain and give him hearing aids bc of all the explosives he works with or not. he definitely has deaf gain after the forge explosion though. also his wings are canonically destroyed in the explosion which imo is ALSO a disability, especially considering theyre a part of him! shoutout to fwhip for making his rule to be infrastructure and accommodations for people without wings youre a real one

gem: also autistic. has pica because i say so

sausage: adhd. other than that gonna be completely honest i dont know What hes got going on but in s2 he (sort-of canonically) has a glass eye and also i like to think he uses the staff of sanctuary as a cane due to not specifically named joint pains. im including this here bc even though the body is different s2 sausage is *technically* the same guy as s1

pearl: emotional support able-bodied neurotypical

shrub: ptsd with mild psychosis, and also has essential/chronic hand tremors

scott: able-bodied but you cannot tell me this man is neurotypical. havent decided exactly what yet but in his afterlife he definitely has ptsd from the Finale

i dont have strong feelings on s1 katherine but shes definitely got Something going on, i just havent watched her pov so i dont have a Feel for her character

and i dont like s1 joey (hes a fascinating character but i just. Cant. he makes me too uncomfortable) so id feel bad being like "he has this and this and this" bc id feel like im demonizing the behaviors that come from those things even though im not hope this helps <3

[eldritch-spouse]

You said that before Admin, Ludwig has contained Krulu after his escape, and then Admin appeared and became vessel, but how human ended up meeting Ludwig. The only one we know is close friend with Ludwig and has close access to humans is Fasma.

He was the one who made us Krulu’s Admin, wasn’t he, or i’m just watching too many MatPat theories?

[No anon, you're paying attention, which warms my heart really.]

How Admin meets Krulu + Ludwig

Ludwig and Admin actually met in rather simple ways. Your life was still normal back then, you were just a human going about your daily life, the thought of ancient gods didn't cross your mind and you didn't see very many monsters where you lived. You met the wrath demon through online means, simple chatting with someone who happened to be in the same community group as you. You both played the same games, he was exceptionally good at them, so you wanted to be on his teams naturally.

A friendships unfolds as the two of you find you have similar tastes in humor and are actually a little lonely. This was a bond that was slowly, carefully, inching its way into a relationship over the handful of times you two physically met up.

Until shit hits the fan that is. :)

Let me explain something in brief terms here- Ludwig has two siblings, Mervin (Merv) and Obadiah (Obie), each one of them always appears to have their eyes closed. This is because his particular lineage of monster has strong powers connected to the eyes (which is common in demon monsters, if you recall Santi's abilities). As the middle child, he actually didn't get the shit end of the stick for once. Whenever he opens even just one of his eyes, Ludwig gets to both immobilize the people he's staring at and see these very wavy, distorted rifts in the fabric of reality. Tangible entities that only he, his siblings and some other handful of monsters can both perceive and use to travel at high speeds between different locations. He's got a small map with certain rifts pinned down across the world for personal use.

Well, it just so happens that our oblivious demon boy finds one particular rift tucked away in a nook, that allows him to access the nothingness in which Krulu and other entities are trapped. It was a mistake, more than likely. This "dimension" of sorts should be inaccessible to all except Siadar. Imagine his initial distress, and growing curiosity, as Ludwig finds himself being able to traverse in and out of this dark limbo. He makes the mistake of assuming it is barren, since nothing approaches him while he's there and all that's ever heard are noises too ambiguous to tell if someone's actively there or not. The nothingness is populated, it's just that the creatures there have learned to be silent and subtle, so as to not alert the famished god that traverses its dirty ground restlessly. Ludwig not only makes the mistake of letting out noises but also carrying a light source with him, however insignificant it may be in the face of such thick darkness. Furthermore, he returns to it regularly, intent on discovering why it exists.

Krulu, at this point vastly feral due to lack of stimulus and perpetual hunger, is alert enough to pick up on the several glimpses of undamned flesh traversing through this pocket prison regularly. And at first, his fogged brain doesn't think of anything else but the possibility of food. Real meat. Something that squeals in pain, makes noise, looks different, something to both fill his stomach and feed his malnourished senses. A toy. A meal. Something. It's only a matter of time before Ludwig is caught. By the time realizes he's being hunted, it's already too late.

In a moment of striking lucidity, though not without some previous inflicted trauma, Krulu realizes that Ludwig is of much more use to him than just a meal. Granted, he may be a monster, therefore an unfit host, but if the higher could still stuff himself inside Ludwig for just long enough to catch a ride out, he could fix that in no time. So, essentially, Ludwig is threatened into smuggling Krulu out the nothingness (kind of like how you'd smuggle a bag of coke up your ass). Now, obviously, the higher can't stay in Ludwig's body for too long or the demon will die, eventually. And Krulu can't really expose himself on Earth without a host to muffle his presence, it's too risky. So what happens is that Ludwig captures humans that catch Krulu's interest and transfers him over to them.

They were never strong enough to hold him.

Krulu is old, "voluminous" and heavy. He's complex, thick, corrosive. Most humans can't handle a being like him. After a while, all his hosts would start to deteriorate, blisters forming all over their bodies, organs liquefying, suffocating, limbs twisting out of place. They suffered horrible deaths, even short lengths of contact would leave permanent, severe damage. There comes a point where Ludwig loses all hope, and frankly, he's not enjoying the fact that he's bringing about the death of what must amount to hundreds of humans. He feels himself getting stronger as a wrath demon because of his increasing kills, but by no means were those dignified victories. Lud wasn't fighting these humans fair and square, he was slaughtering them mercilessly for the unhinged and increasingly frustrated god within him. Every second spent with Krulu was a special type of torture, feeling their claws scrape at Ludwig's brain, trying to hold onto his body desperately- Hearing that incessant murmuring and getting blasted with thoughts that aren't his, memories too intense to process, sentiments he can't digest. Ludwig was dying. And he had come to terms with it, he was suffering for his stupidity.

All this time, the monster had given you nothing but radio silence, so it only made sense that you'd send him a text just to check in. Well, it's that same text that jolted Ludwig into remembering you, which then prompted Krulu to flicker through all the demon's memories of you and determine that you would be their next attempt at a vessel. Naturally, Ludwig was not on board. Everyone up until that point had died horribly, he expected the same to happen to his friend/crush. No matter how angry he got, Lud couldn't hope to stop Krulu, and so he was forced to betray you. To establish contact with you and force a banished, clearly demented god into your body.

Ludwig was there for every second of the beginning of your relationship with Krulu. He remained when you convulsed, cried and tore your throat screaming through the pains of welcoming them. He remained when you cursed him to fates worse than death, when you swore you'd kill him with your bare hands for what he had damned you to. He persisted when you and Krulu got into disagreements, when you had trouble detailing the modern world to this old entity, when you got panic attacks from the erratic changes of your biology- Through thick and thin, essentially.

This monster saw the start of your madness, of your slow but genuine descent into infatuation with Krulu. He saw their taste for blood and punishment seep into your very bones. He sat there and helped Krulu destroy you, make of you the perfect lesser, the perfect devotee. And at the same time that it crushed Ludwig inside, it was either that or let you die.

In the end, he got a reward of his choosing for being of aid to the higher and their goals. For getting him the perfect vessel. Ludwig chose the ability to better control his wrath, and consoles himself with that gained ability whenever he thinks about what he did to you.

Because even if you thank Ludwig for introducing you to Krulu, for "bettering your life", Lud still feels like he betrayed you.

[a-weird-writer]

What if... Diablo had tentacles of his own? What would they look like?

Ooh~?

Diablo will cease every chance to use them. Or in this case, use you.

Diablo's tentacles are an extension of himself, in personality, strength and also appearance. They look nothing special, especially compared to how high the potential of his prowess can fly. But remain wise, vigilant in the face of the danger in the corner of your eyes. Diablo respects people who don't flinch at the first sight of heavy pressure, and that will go a long way for you in his personal list of high regards. Books should never be judged by their covers; Diablo can/will use his tendrils to benefit himself whenever best seen fit.

Diablo's tentacles are long, numerous wiggling snakes swirling within the depths of your vision. Hidden under the supernatural edge of his overcast, buried fiendishly deep then deeper and never deepest. Slender, weightless. Humming demonic energy, breathing a shadowy smog of terrible existence, strong magicules stitches them together like patchwork. To touch, it's a ghost. A primordial construct of chaotic clouds; Not condensed of mass flesh, instead a peerless dance of twisted, darkness. A corrupted scattering of forward arrogance.

Contains not a speck of light, no star or spark. Devouring all natural colors, running above with a black sea of endless wistful depth. Mist. Tickling the nerves in your fingers, an incarnated curiosity swimming quite literally inside your fresh veins and the very heart of yourself, causing a sudden cold chill in your muscles. Those chills, of which, never seems enough to stop a witty smile-sadistic and calculating-from shaping upon Diablo's handsome features.

Til the black fog meets as one, into a tip that can sharpen in an instant, the misty structures don't cease their movement. Auras of ashen-like smoke, finely glued together, slowly glide along the tentacle's spine, thickness impossible for normal humans to see-through.

But it sees you.

His tentacles almost throb at your approach, contrary to Diablo's usual composure. Sincere and certain; striding, vibrating. There is a silken whisper, a temptation; his being, the core of his self-calls to you. Diablo is unbothered, that classic cut of bemusement glowing demonically, tight and too delightfully straight; professional as a butler should be. He seems undisturbed-does he not notice? Like he can't afford to even register that his aura is indirectly trying to entangle his darkness on you in a possessive cage-lass he breaks character, and something about Diablo that is crucial to note is-

Diablo never breaks character.

The tentacles are greedy, much alike the very demon they are attached too. Flicking a rounded tip in your direction, a finger playfully inviting you. A single rush of gentle wind brushes a stary strand of hair behind your ear so lightly and so careful you don't really notice until it was already done. Tucked neatly, perfect out of your sight, dare you say you're even better than before from such a simple fix.

Come closer.

The urge to obey is instant, no room for pointless arguments.

The tentacles speak without mouths or tongue-limitless threats to grasp your body, a dark offer licks your ear. Caresses the hilt of your brain stem. They would treat you so well. Wander, explore and taste you properly like fresh meat should be. Diablo is always quick to sense your presence, the first before everyone else in every room and corner. But his extra, boneless appendages sense faster.

Apparently.

They obsessively snap your way, like the very acknowledgment of your existence is a key essential to the lock for their survival. Greeting you with the sound of a quiet whip, a neck breaking turn so deadly it actually 'cuts' the air it breathes. Quicker than before Diablo can manage a polite bow, a far more physical "Hello" then how he normally gives people. His tentacles can hardly help themselves; they want you just as much as Diablo always does. Attention is sugar, and Diablo's tentacles crave constant proof of genuine dedication.

Attention whores.

They love you especially and endlessly, something Diablo can't be more obviously unmoved by, an unembarrassed witness.

Truly, Diablo's control over his visible posture is unrivaled.

As expected, the dark tentacles are tails on a happy puppy. You can always tell how happy a puppy is by how they wag their tail. If said puppy was actually an ancient demon, one of the strongest on the world's scale not to mention. Much to Diablo's disappointment, his tentacles being so connected to his innermost emotions act as his apparent reflections. And you can't be open and lie at the same time, excluding the fact Diablo isn't a lair in the first place-that defeats the entire purpose of being open! (Reading someone's aura is like reading their hearts. Being open to someone means is all about reveal, and while that honestly can potentially be used maliciously, there is a difference between exactly that and outright lying. You can deny it, but the denial of a 'truth' isn't exactly a 'lie'.)

Their "reactions" are fascinating, likewise how Diablo views yours. Waving silent hellos and softly smooching your cheeks, the formed fog is weightless but full of mass against you. Moving with purpose, swiftly. A devilish heat warms against your bones, and it's not just you. Actions speak louder than words, Diablo's tentacles are the physical pinnacle of that. Shameless in the open. Refreshing as mint, dark as nightfall, deep as the ocean trenches.

You come hither, happy to indulge him as Diablo will indulge you. Each step closer and closer to the eclipsed paradise of your lover's heavenly kissed fingers rubbing against your neck, the same touch you've felt a million times over and yet it's been an eternity since you have. His nails burning an unforgivable scorch. The air taints, dancing to Diablo's will. But you welcome the pain, what else can you expect from a demon? You give yourself to him, to the devil that will swallow you whole. He comments on it, because of course he does, there is a sinful delight to be found in picking a rose from its home. Away from its most treasured roots, the needs it desperately and naturally craves. Taking you piece by piece. Delicate petal by petal.

Diablo and his creeping shadows accept your submission, finding joy in your determination and loosening pleads for more, with a strong eagerness you never had a reason to question. At least, none he ever willingly answered.

Diablo drags you down to Hell, one he personally made by his own blood and sweat, claws and hands-anchored to a remorse absent void of just you and your devotion to your beloved. The tentacles twitch happily in response, more than happy to receive you, acknowledge you. The cat is overjoyed to have the prey within it's range.

Be warned, they're greedy for your skin.

Just as much as Diablo is.

[thesinglesjukebox]

TROYE SIVAN - "RUSH"

Poppers, to two decimal places.

[6.83]

Rachel Saywitz: Heathens, debauchers, partakers of libations, gather round, for this is a story most foul. It's a titillating tale of delight, a sensuous account of the sweetest carnal pleasures. For here bare buttocks were slapped, saliva was swapped, and crotches were lit aflame. And on this most sinful of nights, the boomiest of bass ran pounded a skinny man with undead eyes. Yes, this was the God-hating demon himself. Using his nasal tone to elevate the most traditional of club beats into a sexual paradise. Giving his catchiest hook to a gaggle of men, no doubt caught under his spell. Beware this evil-doer. For he makes even the straightest of people fall into his gaze. Under any circumstances, do not feel the rush. [8]

Nortey Dowuona: Xander went through a lot in that series. He got his music career ground into nothingness before he became an adult, got shocked into incoherence by a lame who has a godawful ponytail, got cussed with homophobic lies, it's great to hear him launch off these exciting house drum programming that gets so big in the mix he kinda has to be - wait, his name is Troye? Wow, what else did they take -- he had an actual singing career and acting career before this. He's never been named Xander? decided to just dance to the song and fix the blurb later, never does [8]

Oliver Maier: Sivan's a curious export to me, a mostly middling songwriter who converts more and more fans each cycle simply by existing, like the Luigi who wins by doing absolutely nothing of pop music. I don't begrudge him it, I just don't see his angle. "Rush" is a certifiable Big Tune™, but to me that has more to do with the shouty lads on the hook than Troye, who flits around like a cherubic chaperone. [7]

Will Adams: So the solution to my problem with Troye's just-okay voice (besides Hot Chip remixes) is to baton pass the chorus to a full Village People chant. Brilliant! It's the cherry on a just-too-tailored piano-house instrumental, which makes me think that maybe he should phone Disclosure for some collabs. [6]

Katherine St Asaph: A rare show of genuine tension and heat from Troye Sivan. But that's not due to Troye so much as the heady fog of reverb and posse of mega-masc guys he surrounds himself with. [7]

David Moore: It's too late for me to grok Troye Sivan's whole deal, I think, but this reminds me of the fake-seeming dance tracks I constantly pull from Spotify's new music playlists, most of which are designed for Dance Mode [picture of purple disco ball] and Beast Mode [picture of buff shirtless man holding dumbbells] and presumably many other Modes that I can't imagine this particular song hyping me up for or, more accurately, helping me to survive with only minor shoulder injuries. [4]

Will Rivitz: Free us from the tyranny of gang vocals. [5]

Michael Hong: Not really a radical reinvention -- if "Dance to This" were dialed to a 5, then this is amped up to a measly 7, and Troye's been way more explicit with underage hookups and poorly disguised flower metaphors -- but damn if this isn't fun. [7]

Thomas Inskeep: Why isn't Troye Sivan an international, honest-to-goodness, radio-saturating popstar?! (Spoiler alert: it's because he's so openly gay in his lyrics, which in 2023 is absurd but there you fucking go.) Sivan's vocals here are simultaneously confident and dreamy, and goddamn, "Rush" is so swoony it actually feels like the rush you get meeting someone on a dancefloor and just connecting, immediately. And also, I mean, poppers; he clearly knows of what he sings. [8]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: This summer, after seeing Barbie & Renaissance in the same day, my friend found poppers on the floor of our favorite drag bar that were so strong that I'm convinced to this day that I have brain damage. Was it a coincidence that this happened two weeks after the release of this song? I think not. [7]

Ian Mathers: In everything I'd read about the Troye Sivan album I don't recall seeing anyone mention "he sometimes sounds a bit like Friendly Fires now" and honestly I would have liked to have had that information. [9]

Alfred Soto: I would've liked Troye Sivan as a model. Introverted but not shy, fluent in the ways in which a life of constructing an identity on one's phone brings new adventures and stirs up familiar fears, Sivan isn't coy. "Rush," though, reminds me of Jessie Ware's latest album: the forced euphoria of a camp counselor with two weeks to go before the end. [5]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: An all-time great song to jump up and down and chant along to. To make beautifully head-empty pretty bro music like this is a true gift that must not be squandered. [9]

Leah Isobel: "Rush" is suitably aerodynamic, with the exception of its blocky football-chant chorus. It's like a beer commercial plopped into a DJ set, and its masculinity comes across as glib compared with the airy pianos and bouncy bongos. But I get that Troye is the chronicler of emotional distance within intimacy, and I like that he takes some time out from huffing poppers with the boys to wink, "This shit is so much fun"; that's the kind of distance that feels true, the moment when your brain surfaces just long enough to realize how ridiculous it is to be a body in space. [6]

Brad Shoup: The video version offers a deal: you get a post-chorus without violent panning between fore- and background, but also a comedown outro about loving "with reciprocity". I'll take the wispy original, which tries to bulk up with a great bro chorus but ultimately glides around corners, pleading for pleasure. ("Kiss it when you're done" is such a good line. I can't get over it.) Also, two-and-a-half minutes is the right duration for this kind of churning yet weightless pop-house encounter. [7]

Crystal Leww: There's a Tiktok floating around where a girl asks where are the men who like women who look like Troye Sivan. While it's extremely funny, it also speaks to the fact that there's a real dearth of men in Western pop who are out here popping their pussy and putting their whole back into it. "Rush" is a full pop song with a curated, cohesive vibe throughout the song, a hook that doesn't stick out in a sea of blah before and after it, and a choreographed silly little dance that Troye and his boys do. The bar is in hell -- we're lucky we at least have "Rush." [6]

Alex Ostroff: On the Something to Give Each Other press tour, Troye pointedly raved about how inspired he is by Janet. Intriguingly, his standom doesn't focus on her Imperial Phase: Not her declaration of Control, the politics of Rhythm Nation 1814, nor the personal discovery of janet. Not even The Velvet Rope's blend of the internet, queer activism, kink & self-empowerment which left such an indelible mark on the last decade of R&B and underground dance music. No, when asked for his three favourite Janet songs, Troye's picks are 'Together Again", "All Nite (Don't Stop)" and "SloLove." Two-thirds of those are from Damita Jo, Janet's horniest record. Damita Jo featured "Warmth" and "Moist," back-to-back odes to fellatio and cunnilingus so explicit that Janet cut them from the clean version altogether. That feels right for the Troye era that launched with "Rush." It's not that Troye hasn't explored sexuality before -- Bloom's title track is famously a bop about bottoming, after all -- but those were his takes on "Let's Wait Awhile," "Anytime, Anyplace," or the psychosexual therapy moments on Velvet Rope, where sex was a window into his emotional state and romantic relationships. Here, Troye just delves into the joy of spontaneous lust and delivers a femme top anthem where his masc bros chant about wanting your touch. He whispers "Breathe '1, 2, 3' / take all of me" and instructs you to "Kiss it when you're done". Like Damita Jo, 'Rush' can sometimes feel uncomfortable or cringey (is the glory hole 12" vinyl packaging too much or exactly enough?), but it also undeniably fucks. [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Earlier this year, a relatively popular musician saw a tweet I made that called their music bad, and responded with a quote tweet that derisively called me a twink. It was wonderful. I have never been called a twink before, and never will be again given my body type, but it started to make me think about all the things I'll never experience in life because of the ways in which we play into type when it comes to sex. Or maybe that's just me being pessimistic. Anyways, how about those meatheads chanting here? [6]

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[lambsearandlavender]

Epilepsy/seizure whump ideas idk??

I really like whump/sickfic & comfort fics and, as a person being diagnosed with epilepsy, there's not nearly enough good seizure whump/comfort fics. And what is out there is usually grand mal seizures which, don't get me wrong, I get that they're the big dramatic ones and stuff but there is so much more to seizures or epilepsy that's been unexplored here. So I want to like... share some of my personal experiences in the hope of spreading awareness and also seeing more fics in which I can imagine my comfort characters taking care of me in situations I actually deal with irl 😅

Biting teeth together in sleep so hard that they chip; slowly having one front tooth get a series of small chips along the bottom and needing to cope with the dip in self image. Not wanting to smile with your mouth open anymore. Being afraid of chipping your teeth more in your sleep

Biting tongue and cheeks in sleep so hard that they bleed. Waking up with blood in your mouth, all over your face, on your sheets and pillows

For 3 years I had seizures in my sleep but didn't KNOW that was what was happening. What I knew was that I periodically woke up with stroke-like symptoms: dizzy, slurred speech, everything felt like I had to push through an incredibly thick fog in my brain to do it, difficulty thinking at all, difficulty forming sentences, falling over, balance issues, crashing into things. Trying to pick something up and my hand would swing out wildly and knock the thing over instead. Working so hard to pick it up and then my muscles just giving out so I drop it anyway. Walking like I was drunk. Doing everything really really slowly because it was so hard to think, move, or speak at all. Being too weak to lift anything. This lasts 15 minutes to several hours/all day. I often have to sleep it off. Recovering from a seizure is no fucking joke and when you can't remember the seizure, you just wake up like that and it's scary and confusing

Waking up feeling like the world is spinning in circles, rolling like a ship at sea, and shaking violently all at once, and my eyes are also moving uncontrollably (nystagmus is the medical term) so it LOOKS like I'm in an earthquake yet I know that the world isn't moving and it's something wrong with me. Curling into a ball squeezing my eyes shut, waiting 2-3 minutes for it to stop. This will happen several times in one night. These are partial seizures, which you are conscious and aware during.

The general concept of aware seizures where you know full well what's happening but you're not piloting your body and all you can do is wait

Twitching or going rigid in your sleep as you seize, possibly waking your partner. Or knowing you had a seizure and they slept through it; both happen lol

Constantly waking up in the middle of the night dizzy and brain foggy, realizing you've probably had a seizure, going back to sleep hoping you'll be able to function by morning

Some seizures have no warning and others are preceded by an aura. Auras can have tons of symptoms including but not limited to nausea, dizziness, hallucinations of all senses (so not just seeing things, but also hearing/smelling/feeling things), a sense of impending doom out of nowhere, and strong sense of deja vu

Having an aura and being on edge waiting for the seizure to happen. But sometimes it doesn't and the aura IS the seizure bc they are actually like a, idk, smaller but longer lasting pre-seizure seizure. Idk what to tell ya that's how it is

Some folks think they're psychic or haunted or just plain going crazy due to the deja vu and hallucinations until they know it's seizure related

Speaking of, legitimately being told that you're possessed by demons and need to repent at least once a month by some random stranger

Days that you recovered mostly from a seizure but your brain just isn't all there. Forgetting entire important conversations from the day before, or just needing a lot more time to think through and comprehend something that's normally easy for you

Seeing the mix of concern, annoyance and frustration, and just plain making fun of your memory loss from the people around you

Waking up frozen in a weird position mid seizure, or waking up with one body part having its own lil dance party while you seize and otherwise can't move

The Epileptic Scream where you make a weird fucking scream or moan as your lungs seize and force all the air out all at once. I hear this is a pretty scary sound to the people who live with us, I've heard myself do it a few times and it is a pretty strange sound plus it gets tied up with the trauma of your loved one seizing

Having a new weird thing happen and not even knowing if it might be a seizure or not

Being told you can't do things bc you might seize....drive, swim, etc...being told you should have someone monitor you even in the shower and stuff just in case so a loss of privacy and independence until your seizures are "under control"

You know what can trigger seizures? STRESS. Also lack of sleep. Go crazy with that.

You know what stresses me out? Seizures. Which are triggered by stress. And you know what happens when I'm really stressed and anxious? I can't sleep. Some nights I'm so sure I'll have a seizure that I'm AFRAID to go to sleep. Except, the not sleeping also makes me have a seizure. And I know it. So I'm stressed about it...........

Having a really stressful day and just KNOWING a seizure is gonna happen because of it and preparing yourself for it as best you can

Days my face just can't stop twitching really severely. Well, just my mouth and lips. All day. It's embarrassing. Trying to drink something and your lips start going really extra twitchy and everything dribbles out. Fuckin sucks. Are they seizures? Auras? We don't know 🤷‍♀️

"I don't know" just comes with the territory

Miss a dose of your seizure meds? Instant seizure.

Seizure meds often cause severe mood swings (of the angry or depressed variety), serious weight gain or loss, things like hair falling out... but hey if your seizures are controlled maybe you can drive and swim and stuff and also the not having seizures part of course. So it's worth it I guess? But if you have mental health issues already lol good luck

Canceling plans because you're really tired and you know going out already tired will just lead to a seizure

How do they diagnose you? They hook you up to a bunch of electrodes and then try to trigger you to have a seizure on purpose

Just, hitting your head if you fall during a seizure is such a massive issue

SUDEP...sudden unexpected death in epileptic persons. Yeah, sometimes people with epilepsy just randomly die in their sleep (presumably while seizing). If your seizures are uncontrolled (not medicated to no/few seizures), you're at much higher risk

Take a guess how this affects my anxiety about sleeping while I'm still unmedicated

Also every person in my life acts like either my life is over and so tragic (huge overreaction) or like absolutely nothing has changed and have no empathy for it at all (my life isn't over but it is changing a lot and this stuff is scary, so can I get a LITTLE sympathy, please?)

I'm super duper not an expert on epilepsy, just a gal who did a lot of research and talking to other epileptics and taking notes about my own experience... but I'm really happy to chat about it or answer more questions (or if I'm wrong about something/someone knows more than me, I'm really wanting to learn so please feel free to correct me!)

[nbmxenoch]

who: @matteonbm​ & enoch where: The market place [elestren] tw: death mentions, violence mentions, murder mentions

the light in elestren was different. how the sun casted shadows seemed to be less heavy. they were empty. not holding those that could shift between one to the next. in the vale, it was as if the world was through a dimmed lens. like always looking through fog. there was an ease to it. a comfort to the darkness. something enoch cherished. the feeling of longing didn’t grow so large until he chose to be on the other side of the river. it wouldn’t have been a good idea to linger in darien vale. not with his lack of powers. not with the chance that he couldn’t hold himself back. it would be a foolish move in the state he was in.

but when he looked through the windows of the room at the inn he had claimed as his own, he couldn’t help but wish for monstrous creatures in the woods. a haze so strong it was palpable. home.  

wishing for it did nothing. so, he found himself walking about the communal marketplace. despite the separation between those with magic and those without, it was a place of congregation. somewhere enoch could easily walk amongst the people, turn himself into a familiar face. would make it easier to blend in among them. the smallest things needed to be used to his advantage. even if it was simply some of his charm and winning over people at the market stalls…

it was the very thing he was doing. easily flirting with those around and behind the stalls. laughing at mindless jokes and buying a few things here and there. make sure they kept a good idea of him. in another life, he could have been tasked with killing them. some of them, he remembered what they sounded like when they died. but that was before. the new run wouldn’t be the same. it took a very short time to make his round. mentioning something about making sure he got the good deals to keep him moving. he would come back to talk longer…

of course, he would. grabbing and paying for a good travel around fruit, he made it to his last stop. the potion and herbalist stall were always a little interesting. specifically, when the daughter was taking care of it. her blush was nearly instantaneous at his mere appearance. just a few choice comments. easy words had her laughing and him promising he would make sure to buy something when he truly needed it but as he wasn’t going on any adventures as of late and was in perfect condition. he had even made the others at the stall laugh over the times he had visited.

moving away with a laugh and a wave of goodbye, he had every intention of eating his fruit before making his way back to the stalls and continuing conversations as promised. enoch hadn’t been prepared for a man, for lack of a better, lurking. it was with the barest of nudges that had his shoulder slammed into the others. with a huff, he tried to shake it off and looked towards the other man, only for his brain to stop for a moment…

what was he wearing?

the demon only paused for a beat or two of enoch’s heart before remembering that he should apologize. “i apologize, i didn’t see you there,” he quickly supplied wiping his fruit off on his light jacket before looking back to the man. “are you -,” his hand moved to gesture to his own face, signifying the other’s face instead. “alright?”

[tongue-is-always-sticking-out]

we have a system blog @nero-pathy but i wanted my OWN blog to roleplay it looks fun

my name is cricket, kuriketto, koorogi, im this:

it/its and i slash stuff with my arms

send asks? ;-;

fictive roleplaying as itself. isnt that different?

no long paragraph answers,we have bad hands and brain fog and stuff

finally making a description now...

Koorogi is "final selection demon A" which is a demon that appears for one minute, so a background character. I gave it an alternate timeline where it didn't die and still lurks the forest. sometimes escaped, sometimes not depending on the roleplay.

before it was captured it still lurked forests, dropping from above to eat anyone who dared to go for a late night walk.

its about 80 years old and became a demon in its early 20's.

average demon, not very strong or powerful for one but super agile,silent lurker until approached then makes every weird noise it can think of. that tongue is long, misophonia havers beware.

anything but romance and nsfw are ok. power play might be ok in some circumstances but ask first. violence, some gore, are ok too. ask to kill because that's the end, no more koorogi.

i probably will alternate between kuriketto and koorogi, kuriketto is a heavy verbal stim for me in real life so i make it one for it.

and obligatory since i've been asked what a fictive mean: