#cemetery breeding

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I need someone to FUCK me to Cemetery Breeding right NOW 😤😤😤

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Grim reaper and his whorse, the only Halloween drawing I finished.  Exhume belongs to @metzer​ 

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1990's Action Comics #653 cover by Kerry Gammill & Brett Breeding.

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Owned | Mob!Lando - part 2

Read part 1 here

Summary: Lando finally gets what he wants. Sure he had to use crooked ways to get it, but all’s fair when one is in love, isn’t it? 

Themes: dark!mob!lando, breeding kink, smut, fluff, explicit language

“Did you do it?” 

You asked as you were both in bed in your apartment, your head resting on his chest while his hand gently caressed your back. Your fingers mindlessly toyed with the chain around his neck. 

Lando had been here with you every single night ever since you’d learned about your ex boyfriend’s tragic accident which happened on the same night you decided to break things off with him. 

That night, you two had an argument and it was messy. After that he stepped out for a walk, then unfortunately got hit badly. The days following the accident were rough. You called Lando the morning after, crying as you told him what happened. He told you not to worry and that he was coming to take care of everything. 

The moment he got there at your doorstep, everything passed by in a blur. You barely even remember the funeral, the headstone at the cemetery, mourning with your ex’s family. All you remember is Lando was right there. 

And now that all of that was over, now that you had taken time to work through your emotions and feelings, and now that you had a taste of normality again, you couldn’t help but ask that question. 

Lando sighed, “What makes you say that, baby?” 

He had taken every precaution. His guys had even made sure there were no cameras around where the ‘accident’ happened. 

“Just wondering,” You murmured. You went to get up, to pull away from him and get out of bed but Lando stopped you by rolling on top of you before you did. The heat of his body, the feeling of his warm skin against yours, suddenly you didn’t want to get out of this bed. Ever. 

“You think I would lie to you about something like this? You think I would put you through all this on purpose?” His pretty eyes looked down at you. His soft lips, his messy hair, that chain hanging from his neck slightly brushing against your chest as he hovered above you. “Hmm?” 

Of course, Lando knew he could never tell you the truth. It was better this way. He hated lying to you, but this was for your own good. He saw the way guilt immediately filled your eyes at the sound of his question. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, reaching out to touch his face. “I think I need some more time to process everything.” 

As much as he hated the thought of you being engrossed in the thoughts of another man, he nodded, agreeing. 

He leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth softly, “The kids miss you.” 

You gave him a slight smile then. “I miss them too.” He had told you that he had hired a temporary nanny for them, until you were ready to come back to work. He also said how they didn’t really like the new nanny and asked about your whereabouts each morning and night. “I’ll be back soon.” You promised. 

He moved his mouth on top of yours and kissed you passionately, biting your lip before shoving his tongue past your lips and kissing you like he’s famished. 

He’d been doing that a lot lately. Whenever he found you too deep in your thoughts, he’d find a way to distract you and make you forget for a while. Most of the time, you both ended up in bed. 

Like right now. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you kissed him back. You moaned and whimpered, your bare body squirming under his. Lando's mouth left your lips as he kissed his way down your body, pulling the covers away in the process until he settled in between your legs. His handsome face just inches away from your dripping core. 

“I miss having you in my home, you know that?” He whispered before he leaned in and kissed your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease. “I miss seeing your face when I get home from work.” 

Your body felt hotter and lighter as a pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. He looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. 

“Look at me.” He ordered and the authority in his voice made you tremble.

You opened your eyes and supported your upper body up, your elbows digging into the mattress. You watched how his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. He maintained eye contact as he licked in between your wet folds again, making you whine as he teased you. His touch was deliberately slow, and pleasurably agonising. 

“Come home with me.” He whispered before he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud until you came undone, thighs shaking as he kissed his way up your body again, hovering over you.  

“I will,” You answered. “Soon.”

“How soon?” He leaned in to kiss you on the lips. 

“Maybe in a couple of days.” 

“You’re torturing me.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Am I?” 

“Yes,” He insisted. “I miss you.” He repeated. “When you come back to me, I’m never letting you leave my bed.” 

You giggled again, running your fingers through his soft hair as he leaned in to kiss you again. His hand slipped in between your legs with ease, caressing your inner thighs again. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss given how sensitive you were. 

You squirmed under him, and Lando smirked through the kiss as he slid his cock easily into you, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist. You moaned out loud again as he filled you up entirely. 

He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down above your head, whispering as he fucked you slowly, “Gonna put a baby in you.” He gasped, “Then you’ll be mine forever.” He stared into your eyes, lips parted as he fucked you gently. 

His lips found yours again, swallowing your moans while he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you squirmed under him. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He mumbled breathlessly as he pushed deeper into you. “You’d be safe with me, just us and the kids. Huh, baby?” 

“Yes…” You whined. 

He bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he pounded into you. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. 

“I can see it already,” He whispered, “You, walking around with a baby bump, in your little dresses,” He pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen while he kept pounding into you incessantly. “I can’t wait to spoil you rotten, baby. I’ll worship your body even more than I do now, I’ll buy you anything you wanted, fuck I’ll do anything for you.” 

“Oh… Lando, please,” You whimpered. 

You tightened around him as you felt him quicken his pace, pounding into you. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

His hand toyed with your clit, making you tremble. “Come for me.” He murmured, his voice now deeper. “Take all that cum, it’s all yours, baby. All yours.” 

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. 

You couldn’t hold back anymore, and came with a loud moan.

Lando came right after you. He didn’t pull out, but remained buried inside you. Both of you catching your breaths and hearts racing in sync. You were a whimpering mess as he collapsed on top of you. 

“I fucking love you.” He whispered, breathless. 

- 

Lando left in the early hours of the morning. He hated leaving you, but his kids would need him. He left after giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He murmured against your skin. 

On his way home, Lando got his phone out and immediately pulled up the camera footage. These past days, you’d been sleepier than usual so he had ample time to bring his guys in and have them install even more discreet cameras all over your home. 

He didn’t see it as invading your privacy. But he had to make sure you were alright at all times, right? 

So he watched you as you slept. Warm and safe under your blankets. “Everything’s gonna be okay, baby.” He whispered as he watched you shift around until you found a more comfy position. “I’ll take care of you.” 

—

He couldn’t have been happier the day you decided to come back to work. Neither could he keep his hands off of you the moment the kids were napping during the day or sleeping at night. 

“You’re moving in with me,” He growled into your ear one night, as he fucked you from behind while you were bent over his desk again. He grabbed you by the hips, pulling your body into him each time he thrust into you. “I don’t want you living in that apartment anymore. You hear me?” 

You whined, barely able to hold on to the desk as he pounded into you. “I can’t…” You gasped, “I can’t just move in, I–,” 

“Why?” He barked, “Why can’t you?” He leaned over you, his damp, warm chest pressing against your back. “Hmm?” 

You turned your head to the side, gasping in pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence. “I can’t just… ” You desperately tried to get the right words out. “Maybe later, in a year or two if we’re still–,” 

“Years?” He growled, fucking you harder. Your body crashed against the desk with each of his thrust, and you moaned at how his cock reached all the right places. “And if we’re still what?” 

You whimpered when he bit down on your shoulder before pounding into you harder than before. “Together." You answered. "What if–,” 

Lando pulled out, pulled you up from the desk and twisted you around so you faced him. He did it so quickly you barely processed any of it. One moment you were bent over his desk and the next you were facing him with his hand wrapped around your throat. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked into his eyes. You secretly loved this side of him. Unpredictable. Wild. Dark. 

“What did you just say to me?” He whispered, his voice surprisingly deeper than you’d ever heard. It made you shiver. “You think there’s even a slight possibility that you won’t end up being mine forever?” He leaned in just enough so his mouth brushed against yours. “You think this is a joke, baby? You think I’m just messing around with you?” 

You trembled as he sat you down on the edge of the desk and slid his cock inside you again. The room was dark, the only light came from the dim scones on the wall and the moonlight coming in from the wide windows. Lando looked angry. 

He tightened his grip around your throat just enough to make you whimper again as he resumed fucking you. “You’re mine.” He hissed. “There is no if,” He kept fucking into you even as you came, moaning and whimpering as you clenched around his cock, “You will be mine forever.” 

You were too far gone, high on the orgasm he’d just given you that you didn’t hear the dark promise dripping from his words as he came inside you. 

— 

A couple of days later, one night as you put the kids to sleep, you received a phone call from a panicked neighbour of yours. What she said over the phone made you rush to Lando, trying to keep yourself from freaking out. 

You found him in his bedroom and you couldn’t help the tears then. 

“What’s going on, baby?” He wrapped his arms around you and held you until you were able to speak again. "What happened?"

“My neighbour called and… they’re being evacuated because–,” You took a deep breath, “My building is on fire, it’s… it’s pretty bad.” You sobbed, hugging him tightly. “My apartment, it’s all gone.”

“Hey, hey,” He cupped your face in his large hands and said, “Calm down, I’m here. Okay? I’ll handle this, baby. Don’t you worry.” 

You buried your face into his chest, sniffling. 

He hugged you tighter, kissing your temple and rubbing your back to comfort you. He hated it, being the reason behind why you were crying. But this was necessary, wasn’t it? You refused to move in with him because you liked your apartment. So he got rid of the apartment. The whole building in fact. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” He murmured against your skin as he repeatedly kissed your forehead while you cried on his shoulder. I had to do it. He thought. How else would we live under the same roof? 

—

You had no choice but to live with him after that incident. Apparently the authorities couldn’t find what started the fire, and any evidence was probably ash too. 

As much as you missed your cosy apartment, living with Lando was like being in a dream. 

You’d wake up in his arms, spend time with the kids, have breakfast like a family, then Lando would leave for ‘work’ and you’d kiss him goodbye at the door. You’d spend your entire day with the kids, reading, baking, playing in the yard. Then he’d come home and you’d spend the evening like a family again. 

After putting the kids to bed, Lando would always, always drag you straight to bed where you’d fuck until one of you passed out, then resume in the morning and repeat. 

Everything was perfect. 

And just weeks after moving in with him, you found out you were pregnant. When you broke the news to him, he was almost giddy with excitement. 

He refused to leave your side, to the point where he’d try to be home as much as possible and would only ever leave if something desperately needed his attention or intervention. 

Many times you’d find him in the kids’ playroom, talking to them about having a newborn baby around. They were all excited.

It had become impossible for him to keep his hands off you, especially once you started showing. “You’re too beautiful to resist.” He’d tell you. 

You would often wake up to find him wrapped around you, nuzzling your bump and kissing it. He would find you at random times during the day, and pull you into a room or drag you to his office or your shared bedroom and fuck you until you were both completely spent. 

“I can’t get enough of you.” He’d whisper each time. 

You noticed he would be extra careful with you. His touch was soft, he would always fuck you nice and slow, always looking at you to confirm he wasn’t hurting you and that you were enjoying it as much as he was. 

“You don’t have to be so careful all the time, you know?” You whispered to him one night, your hands running through his hair while he laid his head on your bump, kissing it occasionally. “I’m just pregnant, I’m not made of glass.” 

He left a kiss on your bump then lifted his head to look up at you. “Don’t wanna hurt you,” He whispered, “Or the baby.” 

You smiled at him, caressing his pretty face. “We’re okay. You worry too much.” 

He kissed his way up your body, his hips settling in between your legs again. You giggled as he slid inside you again. It was the third, or fourth, time tonight. 

“You never get tired these days, I see.” You whined, back arching off the bed slightly as his mouth latched on to your sensitive nipple while he moved in and out of you in a pace that made you lose your mind. He knew you were extra sensitive these days, and he took full advantage of that. 

–

Lando ended up hiring a helper to aid you in taking care of the kids. But the kind lady ended up doing all the work and you’d often find yourself with nothing but free time to do whatever you wanted. 

You went to Lando regarding this, and the moment you showed up in his office he pulled you onto his lap and helped you ride him instead. 

“This is a serious…” You gasped as he lifted your hips up before bringing you down his cock again, “...problem.” 

“Mhm,” He mumbled, lips wrapped around your nipple again. His hands held you by the hips and he slowly thrust up into you. “Is it?” 

“Yes,” You argued, placing your hands on his shoulders. You looked down and smiled at your growing bump, before you glared at him, “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Told me she was just here to help when in fact you hired her to do my actual work.” 

He pulled his mouth away and smirked up at you. “You need rest, baby.” He thrust his hips up slightly harder, deeper each time until you were coming undone all over his cock again. It didn’t take much given how sensitive you were these days. When you both calmed down he said, “Now you have time to do all that you want.” 

“I’m gonna get lazy.” You mumbled as you cuddled up to his side, your bump always got in the way but Lando still got as close as he could to you, wrapping his arms securely around you. 

“You’re carrying our new baby, you’re allowed to be as lazy as you want.” He kissed you on the nose. 

“So what, I’m just gonna be here doing nothing all day? Just read, and bake and make babies for you?” 

“That’s not a bad idea.” He chuckled. 

"Whatever." You groaned, “I’m too tired to be angry at you.” 

He laughed. One of his hands reached out to caress your bump. “Let’s get you in bed.” He murmured against your forehead. “Okay, baby?” 

You nodded. 

–

By the time he got you cleaned up and in bed, you were already fast asleep. Lando checked on the kids one last time before climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close, he kissed you one more time. 

Everything was perfect, just as he intended. There were some secrets he would take to his grave with him, some he would never share with you. Some truths he would never let come out; mainly the accident, and the fire. 

But this right here was all that mattered, you and him together. 

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Could we please get vampire Sirius? Like maybe he originally lured reader in to drink from her but was just totally enamoured by her because she isn’t scared of him? Love you xx

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“Do you often accompany strange men to cemeteries?”

You pick a little piece of lint from your sleeve and move on through the gravestones, “Only ones in need. Padfoot! Come here, boy.”

Sirius feels bad for lying to you about his dog that he doesn’t have, but he’s hungry. It’s like blaming a cat for killing a mouse. Nature is nature is nature, and you’re pretty enough to make feeding from you a thrill and a half. He can’t believe you’d been this potent a fool as to believe his lie in the first place — the moon is heavy as a silver medallion in the sky, light like silk pouring over the cemetery, but it is still a cemetery, and you are still alone with him, a strange man you barely know. 

“You should call him more, he’ll recognise your voice,” you suggest, turning to him with a very nice smile, as smiles go. This is the part where he jumps on you and holds you down. But you’re smiling, not a hint of suspicion about you. “You really don’t know what breed he is?”

“He looks like a mixture of every dog on earth.”

“A creature, then. Nice.” You wait for him to catch up with you before you point to a darkened area of the cemetery. Maroon pitch stains the floor, evidence of past misdemeanours. “Ooh, gross. That looks like blood. How many people do you think get murdered in places like this?”

“Definitely a few.”

“Is there even really a dog?” you ask. 

Sirius takes your hand into his. Your hands are almost as cold as he is, your fingers stiff with frigidity. He doesn’t bother trying to warm them, impossible, but he does attempt a seduction of sorts. He likes when his victims are scared; it gets the blood pumping quickly, and it tastes different. Not sweeter or anything so fanciful, but different. You aren’t easily scared, it seems, so he brings your hand to his lips instead for a kiss pressed against delicate knuckles. 

“Why wouldn’t there be a dog?” he asks. 

“There are other ways to get someone alone, you know?”

“Like what?”

“Like flirting,” you say, your shoulders relaxing as he continues his touching, his fingers dancing up the length of your arm and netting behind your shoulder to pull you in. 

“There’s a dog,” he lies, he promises, staring into the innocent pools of your eyes as hunger burns with the ferocity of tears in his throat. “Why? You thought I wanted to be alone with you?”

He leans in, forcing you to close your eyes as he closes his. “You don't?” you ask. 

His gums sting as the razor tip of his fangs slide over his canines, sharp and thing. There’s no room for words now, only action. He kisses you softly, because if he’s going to kill you he thinks he can manage a kinder goodbye, your glossy lips parting at the pressure of his wading. He opens his mouth and yours opens with it, a gasp rushing between you as you feel the sharpness of his fangs and pull away. 

“Ow,” you say, frowning, “you vampires are all the same.”

“We— what?”

“You have no sense of sweetness about you. If you kissed me nicely at first I wouldn’t mind letting you feed on me." You scowl, pressing your pinky to your bloody lip, dissatisfied. 

"You want me to kiss you nicely?" Sirius asks. 

"I thought so, yes." You turn away from him. "Not very much anymore." 

For some reason, the idea that he could overpower you flees his mind. "Now, wait a minute, darling. I'll kiss you very nicely." 

"Sure you will. My lip is bleeding, I know exactly what you're like." 

"Nuh-uh." Something about your lack of fear —he's shocked, but it's hot. Really, really attractive. "Sweetheart, I've been kissing people for longer than you've been alive." 

"Ew." You giggle at him, your reluctance fading. "Okay, fine. But no biting, okay? You can bite me afterwards." 

Sirius grins and pulls you forward, barely caring about the implication of afterwards as you melt into the circle of his arms and kiss him with an ardency he hasn't felt for a few decades, at least. You shiver at his cold hand where it disappears under your shirt, but you smile into his mouth rather than shriek. (He's in love, probably.) 

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Roisia Lydgate: Character Overview

This is really more of a background introduction to her character, but I'm trying to put as much information in one place for future reference or for anyone who wants to get a better idea of her character. Details underneath the cut!

Meta-Knowledge

Roisia is my Source Hunter from Divinity: Original Sin, but I recreated her in Baldur’s Gate 3 as a way to continue her story albeit in a completely different universe. The story and events of DOS have since become part of her backstory, and tweaked to fit the world of Faerûn.

Name Pronunciation

I’m honestly none too fussed about pronunciation. Her name is an 11th century mediaeval name that would later become “Rose” in Middle English. Roisia is probably meant to be pronounced something like /ɹɔɪːsiːɑ/ (Roy-see-ah) based on other name variants found around the same time. Her nicknames, as given to her by her parents, include: Rose, Rosie, petal, pet, rosebud, bud, so on and so forth.

Personality

Roisia is charming, adventurous, with a voracious curiosity, and a deeply analytical mind. She believes that taking care of the dead and providing a voice for the dead is her life’s calling. She was formerly raised to be a Cleric of Kelemvor, but believes that her god has disowned her since she reanimated her father. She now believes herself to be deemed among the Faithless. She’s compassionate to those in need and is willing to break rules (and the law) to help others. While she is generally a law-abiding citizen, she is dogged in pursuing the whims of her curiosity and will likewise do whatever it takes to solve a puzzle, a mystery, or a murder… or simply answer a question that has occurred to her. She is sociable, prefers when everyone gets along, and will try to talk her way into and out of most situations. This includes charming, reasoning, intimidating, and/or deceiving others to get her desired outcome. Ultimately, she finds solace and comfort in the company of animals, the dead, and books. Her favourite animal is the noble spider, and she breeds and raises some species in her spare time.

Spells and Such

I tried as best I could to replicate Roisia’s DOS character. In DOS, she was classed as a Witch. Witchcraft spells in DOS are a mixture of Necromancy spells and Enchantment spells, and I chose my spells in BG3 to imitate the ones that you get in DOS. As a witch in DOS, Roisia also had the ability to talk to animals and summon a spider. (I cheesed this in BG3 with the Find Familiar spell—technically a Conjuration spell—and having her drink a potion after every long rest.) To be more in keeping with her backstory, I gave her a Guild Artisan background and invested skill points in skills like Medicine.

Backstory

Roisia grew up in Eastway of Baldur’s Gate. Her father worked in the Gray Harbor shipyard as a shipwright and her mother was a Mortarch, running the Eastway Cemetery & Lydgate Funeral Service. She was raised to follow in her mother’s footsteps as a Cleric of Kelemvor, and specifically as a Mortarch, from an early age. She assisted her mother in managing the burial customs and rites for the Lower City’s diverse community (from embalming to ritualistic cannibalism to poisonings), comforting grieving family members of the deceased, and tending to the dead buried in the cemetery.

Her life took an unexpected turn when her father drowned during a sea trial. Grieving for her father, Roisia made her first attempt at Necromancy. She unwittingly used a wish spell in the process and reanimated him as a skeleton. Because it was the wish spell, not her first attempt at a necromantic ritual, that bound the soul of her father to his bones, Roisia is determined to master the School of Necromancy and truly resurrect her father.

She is interrupted in her early studies by the appearance of Eustace, who recruited her into the Source Hunters, an organisation dedicated to eradicating dangerous magic users (like… Necromancers). “We need you,” he said. “… and you need us.” Roisia & Eustace (or Roy & Stacey as they became known to each other) investigated the mysterious murder of a town counsellor and uncovered a Necromantic cult in the process. As they adventured together, Roisia began to develop feelings for Eustace, but as their adventure concluded and they returned to the Source Hunter Academy, Eustace did not return those feelings. Dejected, Roisia left the Source Hunters and returned to her home in Baldur’s Gate.

To “cure” herself of her heartbreak, Roisia drew up a list of lifelong goals for herself. They are:

1. A cemetery or plot of land of her own to oversee. 2. “Tenants”/”Residents” (aka The Deceased) to house and tend to on this land. 3. To master Necromancy such that she can extend indefinitely her own life and the lives of her loved ones. 4. One (1) Spouse (*not of the squeamish variety) 5. Children (*ideally 3-5)

Refocused aggressively on her list, Roisia returned to her duties during the day and her studies during the night. She was abducted by the nautiloid one night while she was off to dig up a new test subject.

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I just saw the leaks of chapter 84 of ROR and im IN LOVE WITH ANUBIS!! hes so cute i seriously need a fanfic or him x reader headcanons☹️💗

Sorry for the late, I was doing... things. And this is things, lol

The image used was created by @hanaiikiki!

Egyptian Dreams

🐶Pairing: Anubis x Archeologist!female reader

🐶Warnings: mention of kinks (breeding), sex (oral, penetration), Anubis knows very well to use that tongue of his 

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You try to breathe, really, but it is not easy; it is never easy with Anubis.

And even if you have met ― or rather, have found ― the God of Cemeteries and Necropolis, the Guardian of the Dead and the Lord of Cinopolis, for just under a few months, it is already enough. And that is already enough, given that right now it is the twentieth time that his hands grab your hips and squeeze you until you lose your breath, they drag you to a corner of the museum where, mysteriously, in these moments no one ever passes, and here they lift your shirt to allow their owner to lick your belly, running his long tongue in a circle around your navel or on your lower abdomen, and, once your trousers or skirt and underwear are lowered, also on your pubic area, savoring the skin and the sweat that furrows it in slow movements of that all too skilled muscle.

Every time you feel his unstoppable torturing licks, faster and faster as your breathing becomes more erratic and you can’t hold back any moans, with those few residues of lucidity that Anubis doesn’t take away, you think back to how much this is a very different behavior from what you imagined as a child, when you dreamed of marrying the god and forgot everything for your tender fantasies; now that these become true moment by moment, but losing their innocence, you can’t help but feel yourself trembling from top to bottom, and becoming weak.

«Great Anubis, the presentation…»

«Shhhh, relax, relax, relax! Can I lift your gown? Yes, yes, yes?»

You observe the large golden eyes with which Anubis, crouching in front of you, begs you to accept and licks his fangs with the same adorable expression of a puppy, and you nod without too much hesitation. You have been saying yes to him for nights and days, since that dawn when you returned from the archaeological excavations of Karnak and found the god on your bed; there are nights and days that you allow him freedom of action and destruction on your body, and that you do not return to Karnak.

Maybe you are wrong, but something tells you you’ll never see it again, not alone.

Anubis’ tongue takes you away from your mind: as long as he lifts the skirt of your dress and grabs your thighs, opens them and presses his mouth against your intimacy, licking your lips with indescribable energy and assaulting your clitoris with ferocious hunger and the firm goal of making you pass out again and again, but not before making you cum at least as many times as there are fingers on one hand. Even better if both. Even more when his nails tease your most intimate lips, making sure to scratch thoroughly.

You bite your fingers with desperation and try to overcome the strength to scream, howl and moan, squinting in pleasure while the god sucks your folds, nibbles them with the tips of his fangs and licks the small drops of blood he spills out, kisses your opening repeatedly and starts sucking and licking again, then suddenly withdraws and looks at you with a frown and a tear in the corner of his eye. «Come oooon, I told you to relax! It is only to help you a bit before your presentation! What is going on?»

You breathe hard, body shaking with the effort of resisting, and sigh. «Great Anubis, I… hmmm…»

His hands are faster than your doubts: they take you by the waist, lift and hold you to the body of the god, who brings you to an even darker and more secret corner, and here Anubis places you on the pedestal of a statue to him dedicated, nails digging into your soft thighs as he massages and pinches them.

«Do you want me to fuck you unconscious? Could it help you?»

The god’s voice, now lower and calmer, makes you blush to the tips of your hair; and you giggle as a new wave of shivers and sweat slides down your back and neck, a reason to laugh for Anubis, who doesn’t even give you the privilege of a moment of peace. «Don’t you remember, my darling? We have to give your daughter a sister or a brother… You have agreed to this a lot, a looooot of times», his voice rages and his tongue follows, licking your earlobe and into it as he leans over you.

«I can’t show up late or in disarray! What will they think of me?»

Anubis smiles in the semi-darkness, letting his canines and eyes shine, and urges you to throw your head back to kiss your throat. The next moment, he pulls you closer to him and the grip on your flesh increases, as does the pressure against your intimacy the moment after he calmly enters you. Many things can be said about God, but not that he doesn’t know how to be kind when he wants. It is the rhythm he takes on afterwards and the thrusts with which he destroys you little by little, the fun part.

«You’ll be great, Y/N… you are my favorite archeologist, this museum is here thanks to you, the statue that is watching us ― OH, IT’S MEEE ― was discovered by you! So don’t worry, okay? Lean against me, my lotus flower, I’m going to be a little rougher now⁓»

Even if you wanted to reply, you wouldn’t be able to; and instead you obey, pressing your chest against Anubis’, hugging his neck and resting your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as he pushes himself further and further into you, savoring your warm walls against his member.

«Good girl… the star of the evening deserves a reward. You are always great, you just have to believe it and trust yourself more, okay? Hmmmm, yes, rotate your hips this way! GO GO GO! YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME FAINT FOR SURE!”

You giggle again, then rub your nose against Anubis’ scented amber skin and moan in his ear as his nails mark your back and the nape of your neck, and your body jolts, squirms and trembles in pleasure with every firm movement. The

God’s hands quickly move to your belly and grab the flesh, squeezing it as if they wanted to shape and venerate it as only he knows how to do. «I like your belly sooo muuuch…», Anubis yelps in rapture, almost whimpering, «I want to see our baby right now! A baby for us! A baby!»

«You’re enough as a puppy― AH!» You bite your lips and moan, feeling the full effects of that deep thrust inside you, and relax immediately afterwards. «I deserved it…»

The god bites the base of your neck firmly, then kisses it and smiles, blowing against your sweaty skin. «Welcome to the real Egypt, my darling», chuckles Anubis, gently lifting your head and tracing your throat with his fangs, and then licking your under chin, his eyes full of lustful light and wide open to trap your whole figure, «where you are allowed to live every dream you have.

Now… let’s give this lovely archeologist an artifact to work on⁓»

[whathorselegs]

Scenario where Chuuya and Kunikida met before knowing about each other's organizations because they keep crossing paths at the cemetery. They eventually start talking and helping each other through their grief. Something they don't feel they can do at work.

Chuuya because it could look like weakness and he can't afford to be seen as weak, Kunikida because he doesn't think it's appropriate to put that on his work colleagues.

They meet up and go for cafe dates, which are definitely not actual dates, no way. They don't talk about work, it's an unspoken rule, since they where both reluctant to talk about it the first time it's brought up. But they can talk about just everything else for hours if they're left to it. The conversation comes free and easy. They share work out tips, talk about their different martial arts techniques, Chuuya rambles about yet another dog breed he's just heard of and Kunikida's found someone who doesn't think his devotion to notebooks is weird.

Kunikida does notice Chuuya is pretty vague on his childhood, although he supposes loosing a group of friends so young would make talking about that time in his life pretty hard. So he doesn't pry. He chalks his momentary suspicion up to not being able to shut off detective mode.

And it's almost concerning to Chuuya how much Kunikida knows about the law, it occurred to him once Kunikida might be spy, but then, Kunikida seems to have an interest in knowing all sorts of rules. And breaking them, in his teens apparently. Which Chuuya can definitely get behind.

They are just starting to fall for each other when The Guild arrives in Yokohama and they make the awful discovery that they're suddenly on opposite sides of a war.

[twistedinthreads]

Lost In The Labyrinth

Felix Catton x Fem!Reader

one | two

Part 3.

You came to Oxford to get away from America; from your mother's fame and the ghosts of your past. You get more than you bargained for when you meet Felix.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: drugs, alcohol, Oliver Quick mention, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kind of? I guess?), Christmas party, brief mention of Christmas, but it's not really specified if reader celebrates or not, brief mention of visiting a cemetery, dead sister, making out, reader being an idiot, reader is American, reader is kind of a nepo baby

Playlist (a work in progress!)

A/N: More sweet Felix. I wanted to keep going but it just felt right to end it here, so that's why it's a little bit shorter.

The Christmas party is more of the same; you snort a line with Farleigh in the bathroom and dance around with Vera to the music you’ve always claimed to hate. Everyone’s decked out in their attire, a sea of Santa hats and a blur of tinsel all around you while the DJ plays solely Christmas music. Someone definitely spiked the punch, and it’s got you all buzzed, though you elect to drink less, given the incident a few weeks ago. 

“I’m gonna go hang out in the rec room for a minute,” you yell into Vera’s ear over the music. She nods, knowing what you’re truly saying; I’m feeling overwhelmed and need a second. 

There’s a couple sitting on the couch making out in the vending machine light, but even more noticeable than that, Oliver Quick is playing a game of one person pool, shooting and then moving to the other side, a nearly pathetic display. You share a class with him, had been paired up for a project at the beginning of the year, and whenever you see him you strike up small talk, even when Michael Gavey burns holes in your skin with his stare. They’re usually together, which is why you find it strange that he’s all alone.

You walk over to him and observe him for a few seconds before speaking.

“Hey there,” he jumps and turns to you, giving you a shy smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“‘S’alright,” he mutters. 

“You should come party with us,” you invite. It’s the nice thing to do, and Oliver’s been nothing but polite to you. Sure, you caught him staring at your tits once, but he’s a guy, so it’s less than surprising. “Everyone is really drunk and really keyed up… and there’s a cheese tray.” it’s almost comical, you in your cocktail dress covered in tinsel, standing here asking the loner to come to the party across the hall. 

“Oh, no, it’s okay,” he shakes his head. “I’m uh, I’m good here.”

You shrug your shoulders. “Okay. Suit yourself then.” 

You fish out a couple dollars and get yourself a Coke from the vending machine, and then lean up against it while you drink, trying to avert your gaze from the kissing couple. It reminds you; you’d come with Felix, but have barely seen him the whole night, and your heart aches to be in his light, in his kind and welcoming presence. 

“Bye, Oliver,” you wave at him as you exit the room, making your way back to the party once you’ve sobered up a bit and finished your soda. He waves back, lips pursed as he goes back to his solo game of pool. 

Felix spots you immediately, eyes lighting up when he sees you. He yells your name across the room, and like a magnet, you run to him as he opens his arms for you to walk into. 

“There you are!” He exclaims. “Been looking everywhere for you.” 

“Sorry, needed a second,” you murmur as he lays kisses in your hair. Vera had made easy work of weaving silver tinsel through it to match your dress, easily swiping glittery eyeshadow across your lids to go along with it all. She’d even leant you some cheap earrings that looked like ornament bulbs. “I’m tired.”

“This party’s kinda lame,” he laments, rubbing your shoulder blade. “Wanna get out of here?”

Neither of you are drunk, just buzzed, mood heightened. The cocaine has mostly worn off, and now it’s just the beers working themselves through your system. Your kisses are languid, moving through the room without disconnecting from him. You push him down on your bed and crawl up his long body, your dress riding up as you sling a leg over his body to be fully straddling him. You lean down again, grabbing his pretty face in your hands, continuing to kiss him. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs when you pull away to unbutton his shirt. “So fucking gorgeous.”

He helps you take off your dress, and the two of you shift positions, your body caged underneath him as he so delicately kisses your cheeks and neck. “Fe?”

“Hmm,” he murmurs as he kisses between your breasts. 

“Fuck me,” and he moans, abandoning the kisses across your belly to kiss you hard on the mouth again. 

The sex is rough, his hips thrusting quickly as you grind back onto his cock. Your arms are thrown around his neck loosely, and he makes quick work of kissing your neck and face as he moans, your sweat mixing together when he rests his forehead against yours, mouth curled into a snarl. 

“I’m close,” he announces, and the tone of it makes you moan. “I’m close.”

“You can come inside me,” you groan. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Please.”

You feel yourself on the edge, stars bursting on the edge of your vision, your entire body tingling and legs shaking with the impact of it all, and you gasp out words that feel forbidden, words that you can’t control. It’s a strangled I love you, and you don’t even realize that you’ve said it until his mouth opens in a moan. 

You slap a hand over your mouth, and Felix looks at you with so much softness, just before he spills himself inside of you. You groan as he pulls out of you and rolls to the side, and you quickly move to get up out of his bed. 

“I should go,” you mutter quickly. 

“Woah, love, it’s okay!” He grabs for your arm, but you pull it away, hiding your embarrassment.

“Felix, I really have to go,” you don’t. You could use the studying excuse, your final two exams coming up on Monday, but you’ll just slink back to your dorm and go to bed, overthinking it all. You know you will. “I’ll talk to you later-“

“At least let me clean you up,” his big brown eyes plead with you, and you relent. He disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a towel, wiping you off gently as he presses kisses on your forehead. He doesn’t speak, though, and you sigh in relief at the fact. Once he’s done, he presses one final kiss to your forehead, and you pull your underwear and dress back on. 

“Please just talk to me,” he begs from the bed. “Please? We won’t see each other for a month and we should have a conversation.” 

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” it comes out quickly, almost garbled, and you don’t bother to pull on your silver heels, carrying them instead in your fingers as you make quick work of getting out of there, muttering fuck repeatedly as you leave his building. 

He comes to your door a couple hours later and you pretend to be asleep, the knocks on your door making your head pound even more as you overthink. He texts you, you don’t reply, and he backs off, not wanting to be a creep. 

He tries again on Tuesday, but you’re already halfway across the Atlantic when he comes knocking. 

He calls during break, you don’t answer. You put your mind on other things, like your mother’s Christmas dinner party and your father’s New Year’s bash with the remaining crew from the show he’s shooting. It feels like a movie, sitting around, skulking while he tries to reach you. One voicemail in particular sticks in your mind, the one where he calls you baby, and it sounds so saccharine sliding off of his tongue. 

Come on, baby. This is stupid! We need to talk about this.

Your stepsister takes you to the AMC on 42nd Street on Christmas, and afterwards, as you sit at a tiny Chinese restaurant feasting on crab rangoons and soup, she tells you to get your shit together. You still don’t reach out. 

Your break is uneventful. You visit your sister’s grave in Montauk the morning before you leave for Carolina, and you spend days sitting on the beach at your dad’s house, despite the cold. 

You have one thing on your mind as you return to Oxford. Your campus is littered with students, all excited to be back with one another, refreshed and ready for new classes. Your flight arrived late, and students mill about the quad, showing off their expensive Christmas presents. A couple people shout your name, and you wave politely before launching toward Felix’s building, praying he’s in his room. 

You knock, shifting from foot to foot with your hands entwined, rubbing your thumb across your palm. 

The creak of the door opening has your stomach churning, and as he reveals himself, hair mussed up, in nothing but a pair of boxers, you can’t help it. You lunge forward and kiss him. 

“I’m sorry. I’m such a fucking idiot,” you say after you pull away, and he’s grinning like a fool. 

“Yeah,” he whispers as he grabs your elbow gently, ushering you inside. “A little bit.” It makes you pout.

“I was so embarrassed,” you admit as you sit on the bed with him. “Like, who does that? It just came out, and I couldn’t control it, and I felt so stupid afterwards because we’re not even together like that-“

“We could be,” he interrupts, the words so nonchalant you wonder if you heard him right. 

“Huh?” 

“We could be together,” he shrugs. “I thought about asking you that night but you just ran off, so…”

“I didn’t want you to think you had to say it back if you didn’t mean it,” you say, playing with his fingers. “Lana told me to get my shit together but I didn’t wanna talk about this over the phone.”

He grabs your face, looking straight into your eyes. “I would’ve said it back that night. I would have. Because I do love you. I didn’t know if it was just an in the moment thing.” 

“It wasn’t,” you admit, looking straight into his brown eyes. “I didn’t mean to say it, yet, but it was real.” 

Your entire body is quivering in his hold, under his stare, so overwhelming you have to look away for a second.

“If you want this,” his thumb caresses the skin of your cheek. “I want this.” You lean your forehead against his, tears welling up in your eyes. The jet lag is catching up to you, and he’s still looking at you like the only person in the world. The sheer intensity of his gaze turns your insides into mush. 

“I want this, Felix,” Your lips are touching his ever so slightly, so you breathe the words into his mouth before he kisses you. It grows intense, his tongue slipping into your mouth before you push him away gently. “It’s late, I’m exhausted. Still on New York time.”

“Stay with me,” he’s all sweet, words syrupy and soft. “We don’t have to do anything.”

And, of course, you relent, falling into his familiar and warm arms. 

[thepenultimateword]

Spooktober Prompt #28

Vampire gaped at the cracked, splintering, rotten-wooded box dragged out onto the cemetery lawn.

"That's your coffin."

Other Vampire nodded. "Yeah, the family got it for a pretty decent price too. It's even tall enough; no need to 'trim the excess,' if you know what I mean?"

Other Vampire might have winked but Vampire was still staring slack-jawed at the fungal breeding ground in front of them.

"You've been sleeping in that every night, this whole time?"

"The dead don't care what they're buried in," Other Vampire said.

"But you're not dead!"

"They didn't know that! If you're going to be judgemental, I'm going to uninvite myself from this sleepover."

"We need to go coffin shopping immediately."

[submissivefeminist]

Have you ever done anything in a cemetery?

Sadly, no, but it's good to have goals.

Stoned & Chatty 💚 Ask Me Stuff!

[cadavertrolls]

they are either too cute or agonizingly angsty 

Exhume (he/him) belongs to @metzer Vivici (he/she) belongs to me <3

[quillpokebiology]

Chimecho Facts

(Art by @witbik )

-The scientific name for Chimecho is "Sonus canus" which roughly translates to "Chime sound"

-The Chimeco line is related to the Bronzong line

-Chimeco breeding became very popular 1930s Sinnoh, where people would try and breed the most exquisite Chimeco. This has led to many Chimeco variants and crossbreeds

-In the wild, Chimecho live in forests, mountains, fields, and cemeteries

-Because they are commonly found on cemeteries, many people associate them with death. It's an old tradition to bring Chimecho to funerals on Sinnoh

-The inside of its body is hollow. Most of its organs are under a thin layer of muscle and skin surrounding the hollowness

-The thin metal surrounding them works like an exoskeleton

-The top of Chimecho's head has little suction cups, which they use to cling to branches or cliffs in order to sleep. They also do this in strong winds to prevent flying off

(Art by Naoyo Kimura)

-The tails Chimecho have have small muscles around them, making it able to slightly move around

-Baby Mobiles made to resemble Chingling/Chimecho are very common around the world

-The Chimecho line is entirely herbivores

-Just like people, Chimecho's voice varies between each one

-In Hisui, and even in modern times, Chimecho have often been used as doorbells or warning bells for homes since they scream very loudly whenever something unknown approaches

-While wind chimes were inspired by Chimecho, they didn't always resemble wind chimes this much, and only started developing a more mellow appearance to blend in with human societies easier

-Researchers theorize that Chimecho might have their own language, being that they communicate using a variety of different cries when communicating with one another. These cries and calls can vary between regions and even groups. Chimecho who were raised away from other Chimecho often have trouble communicating with them

(Art/animation by @aethermir )

[bobemajses]

Jews in German-occupied Kutno, Poland, 1939

The first historical source to document Jewish presence in Kutno dates back to 1513. Jews worked as tailors, butchers, barbers, innkeepers, feldshers, tanners, musicians and breeded horses, cows, and goats. The most famous rabbi of the town was Yehoshua Trunk, who knew the whole Bible and Talmud by heart. Kutno was seized by Germans in the first days of World War II. In one day the entire Jewish community consisting of 8,000 people was marched at gunpoint to the grounds of a deserted factory at the edge of the town. They spent two years there, with hundreds dying of disease, starvation and cold, before being murdered in gas vans at Chelmno death camp. After World War II, a group of ca. 50 Jews resided in Kutno. The last Jew to live there – Aaron Ejzyk, a breeder of roses – died in the 1990s; he was buried in the Old Catholic cemetery.

[sockandpolkadots]

damn I haven't been here for a long time, well, I think that no one even noticed that I was missing :D

I probably should have posted this post as soon as I decided to draw my AU, but... to be honest, I didn’t want to show it just because Howdy’s face seemed crap to me...

a little about the characters :]

Sally: she is 17, nicknamed “buffoon”, she is cheerful, energetic and very emotional, which is why she most often cries, even if she is having fun, and she is also ready to do anything to ensure that her performance goes perfectly, even if she has to sacrifice your health or someone's life...

Howdy: he is 29, nicknamed "long", he is calm, polite and patient, Howdy is a seller of cursed things and nightmares, but also sells ordinary things, such as food, medicine, tools, etc. and he also has a black cat named night :D

Barnaby: he is 40 years old, nicknamed "Bobik", a playful big dog who likes to drink moonshine, sometimes his head detaches from his body and rolls around the whole village, even if Barnoby himself does not want this, so he sews his head to the body , large thick threads

Eddie: he is 32, has the nickname “leshiy”, the local forester who guards the forest and kicks out anyone who goes there, pretends to be angry and rude, but believe me, in fact he is a very good and warm-hearte

Poppy: she is 41, for her caring nature she received the nickname “mother”, she is soft-hearted, although sometimes poronitis, but in such a place it is normal, she loves to do handicrafts and she is also a good potion maker and also the most powerful magician in the village, although magic she rarely studies, and it’s better not to come to her at night, because of her curse it’s dangerous.

Frank: 34 years old, nicknamed "Smoky", cold-blooded, but curious, when it comes to the next "anomaly" he forgets what self-preservation is, but when studying these "anomalies" he is always helped by Eddie and Julie, Frank is also that rare resident of this village, who is not a native resident, but at the same time decided to stay in it.

Julie: 25 years old, nicknamed "Wolfbane", introverted but loves to play, can often be seen dancing at night in the cemetery, she is a witch and also a half-breed because her mother is human and her father is a demon

Wally: 21 years old, nicknamed “khudo”, is engaged not only in drawing but also carving figures from bones, but unfortunately, lately he has had an art block... he hates Sally, because of her mistake his face has become disfigured, with It is very difficult for him to carry on a conversation; he often just remains silent and looks at his interlocutor

[fadingrealm]

Find the Word Tag Game

@somethingclevermahogony tagged me! Don't mind me throwing it over to the sideblog since I have it up now

My words are snort, breeze, soul, crash, and blood! Since I can't find all of the words in my current documentation, I've decided to put my own little twist on this game and use the words as prompts instead to discuss my world a bit! ... and also only do the last 3 words since I've been debating on the first 2 for AGES yet uh. Not decided on what to write for it soo I'm just going to spare myself it to actually get through my backlog of tag games

I'm tagging @elsie-writes @illarian-rambling @patternwelded-quill and anyone else that wants to jump in! Your words are: emerge, twist, below, bone and bright!

Soul

Okay this one is just going to be a more plain "this is how it works in my setting" block, bear with me.

So, do souls exist in the fading realm? Kind of. A soul is typically defined as the spiritual essence of someone, able to persist after death and often containing their personality and memories. Some cultures in the fading realm do have this concept of a soul but it then refers to their inherent magic. Everyone has magic, there's the trifecta of mind-body-magic in thinking creatures. But, like how there is your subconscious and how you have no control over your hearts & guts, for most their innate magic is an undercurrent unknown to them. That doesn't mean they're immune to magical injury and conditions, but that's a whole other discussion.

There is no inherent cosmic afterlife. The natural cycle of a life's soul or remaining magic is to dissipate after death (though for mages and highly magical creatures, there may be some anomalies).

But gods aren't natural. A god has the power to create a sanctuary and cage a dying person's soul within it, for better or worse. In such a case, the mind is intentionally preserved with the magic.

There is also the case of ghosts, which also preserves the mind. Ghosts come in a wide variety, usually manifesting in an object. Which mostly ends up being their corpse. That doesn't make them zombies though, they typically start out as intelligent as they were in life but deteriorate with time if they don't manage to finish their business. Incorporeal ghosts can happen, though they are significantly rarer and their minds deteriorate far faster.

Crash

In the highlands, there is a pit known as the dragon cemetery. Ancient dragons claim it was the birthplace of their god Athearch, whose ascension burned a hole into the land. Ever since, religious dragons reaching the end of their lifespan make the journey to perish in the cemetery.

Rarely, dragons die before they reach their destination. The earth is torn asunder when they come crashing down. The dirt is soaked in their boiling blood. Noxious smog pours out out of their bloated body. Nature eventually claims these bones but the dragon cemetery itself seems likely to remain a pit of death for the rest of time.

Non-religious dragons generally find themselves an isolated corner to die in peace in, though still destructive it's generally contained. Sometimes the rare particularly spiteful dragon does go out of it's way to make it's death as miserable and destructive to everyone around it though. And those kinds of dragons make us mighty grateful they're a dying breed.

Blood

Potion-craft is an art sometimes considered a subcategory of alchemy and sometimes a sister craft, as both arts revolve around the manipulation of and extraction of qualities from worldly materials. Though brewing is as worldwide as cooking, magic and art, the culture and what people have discovered varies across the lands. However, one type is known near universally: the healing potion. The key ingredient in any healing potion is blood, processed with other materials to draw out it's potency to mend wounds and heal bones.

The disposition towards healing potions varies greatly. The blood of livestock still produces viable potions for most humanoids but isn't as potent as the blood of men. I say most, as elves require a healing potion to be made of their own blue blood.