#the weeping plants au

[silverorchideon]

Have some scanned sketchbook doodles!

Having some bad art block currently.

[wiidoodles]

makin memories in the chip aisle

[thornwillow]

Tag Dump

[karlydraws]

SWAP AU

(a.k.a. Integration* AU)

"Wake up, brother. No time for sulking. We have a work to do."

Team Knives 🔪

Nai and Cleric Bluesummers

Team Vash 🌺

Cleric Wolfwood, Cleric Livio, and Vash

About the lore(?) Under the cut!

So. Um. It's a typical Swap AU where Knives is trying to save humanity and Vash annihilate it.

But not out of hatred; instead Vash loves mankind so much he wants to save them from human suffering altogether by fully merging them with the Plants.

By merging, Plants become independent like himself and humans become (almost) immortal. No hunger, pain, or disease. But instead human subjects lose free will, or can get killed by the process. Utter Human-Plant Integration, thus "Integration AU"

Vash have amassed some zealots through his own religion (like Knives did in the canon) and the most devoted of them become "the Clerics" (Gung-ho Guns). Cleric Bluesummers however had a change of his heart and joined Knives on his mission to stop Vash. Because I can't separate millionsummers

All Clerics wear 'clerical collar' like things, but they differ in style. (e.g. woowoo's chocker)

Morality

Knives WILL kill if necessary, but not willingly. He will avoid if possible. Same goes to Legato. (Also... will do mercy killing at some point?)

Vash also will kill some if they are REALLY in the way, but mourns them deeply and weeps for days

About their powers:

Vash of course has higher capacity but his true Gate can only be open by Knives; making him essential for his plan. Without him he can only produce some plant material but can be deadly to human nonetheless. Same goes to knives; only few blades at a time, but still a deadly warrior (close-range fighter like Edward FMA). Also he carries a gun, since you can't really bring a knife to a gunfight?? Lol. he wears cropped jacket, so his gun is hidden on his sides, with a holster. Knives also can heal other plants, like Vash did in the canon.

I gave too much though on this and I don't have a life

[whalesforhands]

Please please satosugu sharing y/n giving her load after load

sometimes asks like this remind me i’m supposed to be an 18+ blog. i can feel my future self regretting adding to the growing amt of stsg porn in the tags

warnings: bully au, unprotected p in v, fem!reader, established satosugu bcs i love them, dubcon, obsessiveness but it’s the bad kind, minors DNI istg i will quit writing forever and take this blog down with me

“W-wait…!” You’re already crying, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder as the other plants itself on his hip, attempting to stop his movements and your further descent into overstimulation.

“I-I need a break…” You’re panting, breathless and boneless as the sweat on your body and haziness of your brain finally starts getting to you,

“Ehhh?” Gojo’s pulling you in closer by your waist when he feels you try to buck your hips away, sheathing his hard cock deep back inside your weeping hole as you let out a whine at the sensation.

He’s too spoiled. Too mean to let you go now.

“You tired? Want a break?” He’s leaning forward, blue eyes and cute pout all up in your face when he feels you clench tighter around him.

You nod fervently, teary gaze and gem-like eyes pointed towards him, letting him intertwine his big hands with yours oh so intimately. As if he loves you, as if he sees you as more than just his bedwarmer. He’s finally showing you mercy.

He slows to a stop, finally letting you take a shaky breath in before he pulls out all the way, a combination of Geto’s and his own spend starting to leak out. He leaves only the head of his pretty cock notching itself at your entrance, letting you relax into the bed and seeing your shoulders begin to droop from sheer exhaustion.

Before he rams the entirety of it back in, ignoring your squeals and squirms, your cries of pained pleasure.

“N-no!” Thrust. “G-gojo please!” Thrust. You’re starting to cry again, hold on his hands letting go to push at his chest lightly, the pleasure and lust overtaking your overtaxed body.

“Just kidding~, whores like you should just sit there and take cocks in this tight cunt of yours like an obedient slut.”

Suguru’s been watching all this while as he watches his boyfriend have his way with you, his hand vigorously stroking his own phallus, watching intently as your eyes started to roll to the back of your head, tongue beginning to loll out as Satoru’s unrelenting pace fucked you stupid.

“Hey, pull out. I’m gonna cum.” His hand is holding onto his painfully hard cock as he watches the way your tears fall, your sweaty face streaked in your overstimulated pleasure and helplessness as you simply take what you’re given.

He wants to add to your ruin.

“Hah? Just do it on her somewhere, I’m busy.” Gojo accentuated his words with a harsh buck of his hips, using a hand to hold both of yours down as the other rubs at your quivering clit.

His thrusts are speeding up, your whines and moans echoing throughout his bedroom as you cry and cry and cry, reaching your climax for the nth time that night, cumming onto his already drenched cock.

He lets out a pleasured grunt, “You fucking slut…!” His words are barely breathed out as he starts to cum, spurts of familiar white hot liquid making you twitch as you let out a quiet moan at the sensation, your legs thrown over his shoulders as you tremble and shake.

It’s finally over, right? But… he’s not pulling out, only reaching a hand up to your cheek to pat your worn out self as he grins, wrapping your legs around his waist as he starts to pick you up.

When… Did Suguru get behind you?

“If you’re not gonna pull out, I might as well join in, shouldn’t I?”

You feel a prodding at your already abused hole, a second cock sliding inbetween your filled pussy and against Satoru’s now sensitive dick.

Oh no.

[greeniegaes]

Back at it agains with another svsss au im pulling out of my (slightly) sleep deprived brain

Basically yada yada everything happens as normal UP UNTIL the immortal alliance arc. SQQ gets this searing headache and the system just keeps popping up with errors, so while they are all fighting the spider hoard the system just kinda snaps and breaks. SQQ suddenly feels like he’s hit by a truck, his body starting to act like his sickly Shen Yuan body and his cultivation is tying itself into dead knots and every bone in his body feels like it’s locking up. There’s no system to blame for things as he and LBH confront MBJ and he just has to do his hardest to survive with just his spiritual sword.

And then the worse thing happens, Xiu Ya shatters.

SQQ panics at this, continuing to try his best fighting people off and eventually MBJ leaves *hooray* except not really because all the system errors are getting louder and louder in his head, and everything is blue and blaring and he might be bleeding and he can’t understand what LBH is saying even though he is right there, shaking his body and crying.

And then the abyss opens. He suddenly has the choice. He can send LBH, his white little sheep, down there to continue on with the PIDW plot, or he can… not do that.

So he pushes LBH.

Away from him. Away from the abyssal rift, only for him to be the one that falls though. He had prepared various lesson plans, life advice, what skills people to work on and so much more once he got without-a-cure, just incase he slipped up one day and couldn’t protect himself. So SQQ was satisfied as he knew his peak would be taken care of if LBH opened a specific drawer, everyone could still be taught by the hall masters and also have some future help prepared for each of them.

So SQQ let’s himself fall into the abyss, watching his student’s horrified expression as he plummets. He hears the system disconnect from LBH as he falls, all of the glowing blue error messages and pop ups instantly go away and he’s left in the dark as he sinks further and further into the abyss.

Surprisingly, he wakes up. He landed in the same field of flowers that are the reason LBH didn’t die in the original, they are filled with celestial qi in a place meant to be horrible and deadly. The one good thing about this place. He lays there for awhile and lets the plants essence fix up his meridians.

Then he has to experience the same horrifying things the protagonist did in person, fighting off each beast and trying his damn hardest to survive. It takes him a while, fighting and walking his way through what’s practically hell on earth, slaying beasts ten times his size, making sure not to fall into the trappings of demonic plants. He cuts his long hair, he thinks he will never see his peak again, so what do filial ties matter when you’re barely surviving. Sometimes the worse thing is his own mind, he feels a heavy layer of guilt to himself for so willing going along with the system. He sometimes forgets it’s not his fault too, that he was threatened to return to a dead body if he didn’t do as he was supposed to. But he’s happy sometimes too, he goes back to that field of flowers, laying in them and basking in his memories of a happier LBH, a LQG that isn’t dead, a Qing Jing peak full of song and happy healthy students.

He ascends from the abyss that day. He doesn’t know how or why but he wakes up in the same field of flowers, the sky above him no longer a damning black with red cracks seeping light in. it’s blue, soft, it hurts his eyes almost to look at it. It hurts so much but he can’t look away. He picks himself up, looking at all the grime and blood on himself and weeps in relief that he can go home. He hides his face and asks people where he is, somewhere in HHP territories, and begins to make his way back to his sect. Once he gets to his peak he sits down softly at the gate, it’s night time and there haven’t been many people about. He basks in the feeling of being home, leaning his head against the tall bamboo pole as he falls asleep.

He’s glad tomorrow is a new day, when he can see his family and just go back to his life.

(in the years he’s been gone all of CQS has been in some kind of mourning. LBH found all the letters from his shizun and they made all the disciples of QJP weep. Some of them took the advice given and left, some of them stayed and took care of a lordless peak. None of the hall masters or disciples were qualified to step up, and when the issue was raised even the peak lords agreed he shouldn’t be replaced. It was LQG who found him at the gate, going to visit the sword shrine in the bamboo house after an expedition, going to leave another fan to rot at the shrine’s foot. instead he heaved up his shixiong, hair not even reaching his shoulders, hands callused and dirty, and brought him back to the bamboo house, waking LBH in the process. Once morning light came everyone would know that their lost peak lord came home, but first they had to get the doctor to make sure he actually got through the night)

[illubean]

Miniskirt ♡

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto Type: NSFW, NoCurse!au, Fem!Reader, Bi!SatoSugu

wrote this cus @maddie-jayne put the idea out there 😏 mayhaps an alternate ver/part 2 where Geto is in the skirt next?

Warnings: NSFW reader discretion advised (threesome, crossdressing, sub!Gojo, switch!Geto & reader, handjobs, blowjobs, satosugu are kissboys, maybe butt stuff, Geto is a lil mean, they touch bananas, gojo gets called princess, just FILTH) also this ended up being very long so yeah

It was unusual for Geto to come home without being greeted by at least one of his partners. Usually one, if not both of you, would get home before him and await his return, greeting him sweetly the minute he steps through the door. But today, there was nothing. He could tell that both you and Gojo were home, judging by the fact your shoes were left on the rack and house slippers now missing.

Confused, the black haired man took his shoes off and set his things down before heading up to your shared bedroom. As he neared, he heard muted giggles coming from behind the partially closed door.

Geto opened the door fully to find Gojo sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in your clothes while you stood in front of him with a tube of lip gloss in your hand. Gojo was in one of your frilly pink tops with a white miniskirt to match, makeup having just gotten finished as you reached towards your makeup bag to restore it's contents and move it to the floor.

The white haired man was the first to notice the presence of your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk on his face.

"We'll it looks like you two had fun today."

You jumped, slightly startled by his sudden appearance and turned around to face Geto.

"Welcome home, Sugu! Isn't our 'toru so pretty?"

You placed your hands around his slim waist, guiding him to stand up and show Suguru the whole fit.

"I think he's beautiful, my love."

He approaches the both of you, giving each of you a quick kiss on the lips. Satoru had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout this entire ordeal, a light blush dusting his cheeks that Suguru wasn't able to notice until he got closer. Upon noticing this, he grabs the white haired man's face and directs him to look into his eyes.

"What's the matter sweetheart?"

"It's nothing. I'm okay-"

A sinister giggle sounded at his response, as both men turned to look at you; Geto confused and Gojo flustered. You grip the bottom of Gojo's (or really your) skirt and flipped it up to show Suguru what was underneath.

Satoru's cock strained against a pair of your panties, pink lace barely able to contain much of anything. It left little to the imagination. He tried to reach for your hands and pull the skirt back down, but you only swatted his hands away and pulled him to sit against your chest while you settled against the headboard of your shared bed.

"C'mon 'toru, the whole point of this was to see how pretty you are. Don't get shy now."

The man let out a whimper as you reached your hands around to his front, slipping your hands underneath the shirt you put him in to caress his abs, making your way up to his perky nipples. All of Satoru's usual confidence melted away as you touched him, all while Suguru watched. You pulled one of your hands away from Satoru, using it to beckon the black haired male towards the two of you as you planted hot, open mouth kisses against Satoru's neck.

Suguru obliged, settling between Satoru's legs as he leaned in to give him a passionate kiss on the lips. The white haired man moaned and whined into his boyfriend's mouth while you continued to touch his overly sensitive nipples, leaving a trail of hickeys down his neck.

You maneuver yourself from behind Satoru, settling beside the two men to reach between them and free your snowy-haired boyfriend's weeping cock from it's dainty confines. A pleasured yelp leaves his kiss bitten lips which gets swallowed up by Suguru as you offered a few languid strokes.

Satoru grips the back of Suguru's shirt, pulling away from him momentarily, panting from the lack of air and the feeling of your thumb stroking his leaky tip.

"Thouch me more. Please," he whines, craving more than the lazy flicks of your wrist that you're giving him. Chucking, you turn to see Suguru beginning to get just as flustered, ears burning red and cock straining painfully against his trousers. You tug against the ravenette's waistband, signaling for him to press himself impossibly closer to Satoru as you make quick work of freeing him as well.

He scoots closer, both of their members now touching as you grip both of them, jerking them both off at the same time. A satisfied groan leaves Suguru as Satoru lets out shallow, whiny breaths, hips twitching into your touch.

"I knew Satoru was easy, but are you really so worked up already? It was only a little kissing, Sugu," you teased. One hand rested at the base of their cocks, steadying them as you lean down to spit on their tips, mixing with the slick of precum and aiding the glide of your other hand.

"'m not easy!" Satoru whines, despite the pulsing of his cock. All of you knew it didn't take much for him to finish, and by the blush that made its way across his face and down to his shoulders he was close.

"'Course not, princess. Lets see how many times you can cum before Suguru does, hm?"

As if on cue, Satoru's back arches against the headboard as a loud moan leaves his lips, cum spurting over your hand and onto your other boyfriend's cock as well. You continued your ministrations, ignoring the white haired man's pathetic pleas as he continued to twitch against your hand.

"Too much! 'S too much-"

"Come on, baby, I haven't even gotten to finish yet," Suguru quips, cutting the white haired man off by gripping his face. Tears pricked at the corner of his baby blue eyes, his body feeling hot and overstimulated. There was nothing he could do but just sit there and take it, your strokes never faltering and Suguru pulling him into a heated kiss.

You watched as their tongues tangle together, pressing your thighs together at the erotic scene. You'd be lying if you said all of this didn't have an affect on you. Seeing both of your boyfriends make out in front of you with their cocks pressed together between your hands had your pussy drooling.

You settle yourself between the two men, tongue poking out to swipe across both of them before your lips wrapped around their blushing heads. Suguru grunts, pulling away from Satoru's lips to bite harshly into his shoulder. Your snowy haired boyfriends moans and whimpers got increasingly louder, his eyes lidded with a mix of lust and embarrassment as tears of pleasure slipped down his cheeks.

"W-wait! If you do that I'm gonna- Ohh, I'm cumming!!"

Satoru's moans were borderline pornographic as he reached his second climax of the night, spilling your seed into your mouth as his hips jutted upwards.

His rosy, tear stained cheeks and the feeling of your tongue was enough to push Suguru over the edge, finishing shortly after his boyfriend's second orgasm.

You caught as much of their seed as you could, sitting up and pulling Suguru into a filthy kiss, sharing the taste of both him and Satoru. The ravenette groans, hand wrapping around to the back of your neck to pull you even closer.

Satoru sat himself up completely, pawing at the both of you. In typical Satoru manner, he couldn't bear not having all eyes on him, even if he was just complaining about how the attention was too much. Suguru releases you as you lean in to kiss your other boyfriend, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You're such a needy bitch, 'toru."

"Sugu, don't be mean!"

"But I'm right, aren't I? Besides, you haven't gotten much action, pretty. So good to us, we can't forget about her now, can we?" Suguru purrs, reaching a hand into the waistband of your shorts. His fingers slid over the wet spot of your panties. You gasp as he presses them firmly against your clothed clit.

You move to position yourself in front of Satoru, skirt flipped up, cock still impossibly hard and in full display. Suguru was stood behind you, removing the rest of his own clothing before stripping you as well. He caresses the smoothness of your ass, aligning himself with your entrance while he looked down at the both of you.

"God, both of you are so pretty like this," he moans as he bottoms out. You let out a shaky breath at the newfound intrusion to your warmth, nuzzling your face into Satoru and placing kisses across his length.

"That's right, just focus on him, baby. Focus on 'toru while I take care of this pussy."

You whine as Suguru took you from behind, trying your best to focus while begging to suck Satoru off. His fingers laced through your hair while you took him in, one hand fondling his balls while the other teased at the rim of his puckered hole.

He squealed as you pushed one of your fingers into him, pulling at the stands of your hair with his back arched. His reaction had you clenching around Suguru, which draws pleasured noises out of him as well.

Suguru pumped his length into you with incredible speed, cock head reaching depths you otherwise wouldn't know existed. The added resistance of you clenching around him made it all the more pleasurable as you felt the glide of every single ridge and vein inside of you. One hand rested against your hip while the other wrapped around you to rub your clit.

This causes you to pull off of Satoru with a loud yelp. You pant as you rest your face against one of his thighs, one hand leaving his balls to stroke his length. You pushed a second finger into his ass, pumping them in and out as they curled into his prostate. Satoru was already quick to finish, but the simulation from both ends has him nutting once again, spurts coating your hand and face. If things keep going like this, he'll end up shooting blanks.

You let out a fucked out giggle, finally giving the guy's dick a break. Your hands caressed lovingly over his milky thighs, only to grip them tightly as Suguru pulls your head up by the front of your throat.

He held you flush against his chest, bullying his cock deep inside of you while still playing with your poor clit. You turn your head to look at him. At some point, his bun came undone and now his inky black locks spilt down over his shoulders. He plants his mouth on yours, tongue swirling with yours momentarily before he pulls away. Strings of spit kept you connected before wearing thin and breaking, dark eyes staring passionately into your own.

"Look at 'toru, baby. I want you to look at him, show him how good we make you feel."

With his demand he moved his grip to your cheeks, thrusting into you with vigor as you made eye contact with the snowy haired man in front of you.

His bright eyes were still damp from his tears, droplets clinging to his lashes like crystals. His chest heaved as he continued to recover from the pure ecstasy he felt moments before, dick sticky and spent, laying against his abs.

You moaned at the sight before you, eyes rolling back as you came around Suguru. His hips continued to smack against your ass, heavy balls swinging before you hear a soft 'oh, fuck' as his seed spills into you. Suguru stills for a moment, releasing all of him before pulling out from inside your silky walls.

You signed in content, crawling up Satoru's body and settling against his chest. Suguru's cum dripped out of you slowly, pooling on Satoru's abdomen.

Suguru settles beside the both of you as you lean your head forward to kiss Satoru on the cheek.

"Maybe you should wear my clothes more often."

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊 - 𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍) 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft mommy kink(not femdom), creampie, lactation kink, nipple play

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Naruto or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 1,968

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest, underage(17), Reader being called Mommy, creepy voyeurs and (unmentioned save for a tiny reference towards the end, fairly easily ignored) infidelity, No use of Y/n, 1st person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: Generally vague setting, so you can imagine this taking place wherever and it’s kinda mini-AU ig? Menma is more of just a (really) bad boy instead of straight-up evil and he’s living in the village as Minato’s son, still got that sexy black hair tho😌

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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I looked down at my stepson who happily lapped at my leaking nipple. His eyes closed in bliss as he wrapped his lips around me and sucked wantonly, his fingers deftly playing with my other nipple, occasionally unfurling to grope at my entire breast which brought a sighed moan to my lips.

“Oh, you’re doing so good, baby.. So good for mommy..” I moaned out, working my hand into his pants to pull out his weeping cock. Menma moaned around my tit as I worked his shaft, making sure to rub my thumb over his leaking tip, spreading his pre-cum over my hand to make it easier to jerk him off. I looked up from my stepson and made eye contact with a man who was eyeing my tits with envy. I gave a small huff of amusement before looking him up and down, unimpressed, before looking back down at Menma.

The ravenette opened his eyes and looked right up into mine as I gave him a sultry smile. He smirked around my tit before playfully nibbling on my bud earning a cut off moan at the sensation. As another spurt of milk shot into his mouth, I sighed at the relief from my overfull breasts.

“C’mere, mommy,” the emphasis he said the new title with sent a jolt of pleasure straight to the heat between my legs as he lifted off my breast, sliding his hand up my chest to the side of my neck to pull me forward. I met him in a heated kiss, our tongues clashing wetly and I could taste my milk in his mouth and it only made him taste even sweeter. “You taste so fuckin’ good. I wanna feel you.” He muttered into my mouth as he kept invading me with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, please, baby..” I whimpered into him. He smirked at my submission and shifted to get into a position to hoist me into his lap. As he manhandled me, I got a glimpse around us and saw at least 5 men watching us, including the man from before who, entirely unabashedly, had his hand in his pocket to jerk himself off.

Once I was situated in Menma’s lap, I felt him sliding his cock head through my slick folds as he unhooked the clasp of my wrap dress and helped me shrug it off, leaving me entirely exposed. I circled my hips in anticipation as he nudged the head of his cock against my clit, earning a moan. I planted a hand on his shoulder to steady myself and used the other one to guide his head back to my chest where he gladly took a nipple into his mouth again and began to suckle.

“Fuck, baby… Oh, that feels so good… Oh, you’re doing so good for mommy.” I sighed and raked my fingers through his hair as I sank down on his cock.

“Damn, you think she’d be my mommy if I asked real nicely?” The crude voice of one of the men watching made me grimace but I turned my attention back to my stepson who greedily sucked and lapped at my milky tits.

“Nah, man, bet you gotta do your chores first,” I rolled my eyes at the joke and only focussed on rolling my hips against Menma’s.

“Fuck, Mommy.. You feel so fucking good. Taste so good, too.” His smooth voice vibrated against my skin and I looked down and met his eyes as he glanced up from his place and latched onto my chest.

“Thank you, baby… You fill me up so good..” I spoke with a moan lacing my words as I stroked my hand through his hair and started moving my hips more up and down on his length. My stepson lightly grazed my sensitive nipple with his teeth and it brought a gasp out of me from the shock and the sudden feeling. I felt him smirk against my skin and when I looked down I saw him looking up at me with a cocky gleam in his eye. To say it turned me on even more would be a massive understatement.

“Seriously, man, look at her, she’s the definition of a MILF!” I glanced at our little audience and I saw that they had dared to get closer, 3 of them closer than the rest and by the sound of it, the ones who made those comments.

“Baby, if you wouldn’t mind…” I looked down at my stepson lovingly with the unfinished request hanging in the air for just a moment before he pulled away from my tit with a wet ‘pop’. With a smirk, he leaned up captured my lips in a heated, passionate kiss and his tongue fully invaded my mouth, nearly driving me crazy.

“Of course, Mommy,” He pulled away and summoned just a bit of Kurama’s chakra to release a burst of wind around us to shove them all back. He didn’t force them entirely away from us, the voyeurism still excited us and spurred his vigorous actions. Using even that small bit of Kurama’s chakra made his nails slightly extend into claws and his eyes flash red as he gazed at me with his cocky smirk which also revealed his extended k-9s.

His nails dug into my hip as he encouraged me to keep bouncing on his hard cock. Happily, I complied as his other hand returned to my hip to grip at the flesh. His lips caught my swollen bud once again and he suckled more as he groaned at my cunt squeezing around him. His sharpened features receded but his iron grip on my hips remained.

I moaned whilst Menma sucked wantonly at my sensitive nipple and used his grip on my sides to add momentum to my hips crashing down to meet his. His dick plunged deep inside of me and slammed right into my sweet spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I cried out in pleasure as my climax washed over me. As I trembled and shook in ecstasy, Menma didn’t stop his movements.

He sucked at my tit until he could only get a small trickle of my milk. He groaned in protest as he continued to suckle on the drained teat. With trembling hands and a shaky coo at my raven-haired stepson, I gently pulled him from my chest and placed a wet kiss on his lips. He growled possessively into my mouth and kept on with his motions of assisting my hips up and down on his length. When we separated our mouths, I guided him to my other breast which felt entirely too full with the other having been drained by my gluttonous lover.

“My poor mommy, you must feel so full, huh?” He feigned sympathy as he nipped my boob just beside my hard nipple. My eyes, still hazy from my high, silently pleaded with him to take care of me and, with his cock still sliding in and out of my creamy pussy, he couldn’t resist. He laved over my nipple and wet my breast with his drool before he latched on and sucked with earnest.

The men surrounding us were still a bit vocal, though they weren’t quite as crude as before and certainly not as loud as to distract me from my stepson. He seemed to appreciate it as well, happily lapping and suckling on my breast without interruption while he used his strength to keep my hips’ momentum. His grip tightened whilst I could feel his cock twitch inside me, his pace only faltering for a split second. He was getting close but he was holding off his orgasm.

“Ooh, baby,” I cooed, “you’re close, aren’t you? Go ahead and cum inside me, cum inside mommy.” I spoke through breathy moans as he seemed to suck harder, just this side of almost painful. He let out a low growl denying that he cum yet.

My hand rushed to the back of his head, threading my fingers through his hair as I gently indicated to be more gentle. Silently— other than the grunting moans against my skin— he relented on his harsh suction and gently lapped at my bud in apology. In turn, I used the strength I had regained in my legs to move myself up and down on his cock. With my assistance, he was able to release one of his hands and slide it up my body to grope and squeeze at the breast he was suckling on.

With each squeeze, another spurt of warm milk rushed into his mouth. His eyes rolled back with a groan as he happily swallowed it down. My tit was slowly reducing its swell with Menma emptying my chest, thusly relieving the pressure of being so full.

Rather, while he emptied my chest, he filled me up in another way. The reminder of that hit with every time his cock bottomed out inside me. He reached so deep inside me. Not quite reaching the deepest parts of me, but full nonetheless. That was also inconsequential when I had a solution for those last few inches, so I had that absolute fullness and indulgence in my more.. risqué desires.

I felt my second climax quickly approaching and I felt Menma involuntarily bucking his hips up to meet mine as he sucked my other breast nearly empty. His hand roughly but carefully squeezing my tit released and returned down my body to my waist where he steeled his grips. The men around us became more vocal again, groaning and making other lewd noises that I could only vaguely acknowledge.

My focus was on my stepson and our looming climaxes. With his firm grip on my waist, Menma slammed me down on his cock and met with harsh bucks of his hips. His cock dragged along the spongy spot inside me and ended with slamming directly into my g-spot in one fluid motion. I screamed as my second orgasm ripped through me and had me gushing for a second time around his dick.

I vaguely recognized Menma sucking me dry before he released my nipple as his own orgasm hit. He clenched his teeth as he looked up at me with an intense gaze while he filled me up. His cum spurt into my spasming walls and filled me to the brim with warmth that spread to my belly. His fingers dug into my sides as he held my ass firmly against his lap while he finished.

He raised a hand to the back of my neck and pulled me down to meet him in a heated kiss. I could taste my sweet milk on his tongue and it sent one last wave of pleasure to my core. The men around us all groaned in a combination of delight at the sight of my baby boy filling my cunt with his hot cum and disappointment that the show was over.

“I think we’ve given them enough of a show, Mommy, what do you say we head home and I can take better care of you there?” Menma muttered against my lips with a cocky smirk. I chuckled at his subtle possessiveness and nodded, still too worn out to give a proper response. We silently agreed to at least regain the energy to stumble home before we moved too much. While we waited, his cock remained in my creamed pussy as we kissed and Menma pulled my dress to drape over me, much to the chagrin of our greedy audience.

New, small surges of arousal shot to my core when Menma possessively growled at any people that got too close for his liking. Each time he felt my wetness return he sent me a cocky smirk with a promise for later.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[kuamiru]

The Golden Child Part II

SAGAU & Impostor AU where the reader is the child of the actual creator.

Warnings: blood, panic attack, mention of suicide.

If you haven't read part 1 yet, you can find it here.

Humidity felt awful. The tall and wet grass gave an uncomfortable sensation every time you walked another step. The tall trees blocked your vision; it was impossible to see what lay beyond the forest. The flora and fauna were drastically different from what you knew in Liyue; no matter how hard you tried, you could not recognize a single animal or plant.

Your eyes were focused on the road ahead, simply watching the dirt below your feet as your mind wandered about the events that led you to this situation. You no longer had any tears to cry, you spent the first hour of your walk weeping and mourning for the life that you lost.

Now, you could only move forward.

The sun that once stood on top of the sky was starting to slowly disappear into the horizon. It wouldn't be long before night arrived, and you had yet to find some sort of civilization to ask for help.

Strange noises managed to snap you out of your thoughts. As you weren't paying attention to your surroundings, you failed to notice three strange persons standing right in front of you, blocking your path. Two buff and strong men and a tall, slim woman looked down at you menacingly. As they bore similar clothes colored red and gold, it was safe to assume that they all were in the same group or clan of some sorts.

You immediately stopped walking and moved your backpack to the front to hug it in your chest as a way to both have a false sense of security and an easier access to the dagger hidden inside.

"So is this it? The shrimp we were tasked to retrieve?" The woman asked as she crossed her arms. You could not see her eyes as they were covered by a red cloth, but it was evident she was raising a brow.

"Watch your mouth." One of the men spoke. "Remember what we were told: safely secure the child and not do anything that could upset them."

So, were these strangers planning to take you? Did they have any connections to that archon that fought your dad? Was that why they were there, to bring you back to Liyue?

Impulsed by your fear, you took one step backward.

The other man seemed to notice this, for he approached you in just one big step. He crouched to look at you in the eyes in an attempt to look less intimidating. It didn't quite work as planned as you just flinched. "Hey it's okay, little one. We won't hurt you. We are here to take you to Lord Sang—"

"Stop right there!"

The man was interrupted by an arrow impacting right in front of his feet, surprising him and making him stand up in alarm. The other two were also alerted and readied their weapons; a bow and two swords were in hand to fight whoever was attacking them.

A young boy descended from the tree on top of you. He landed unscathed in front of you, between the man that previously approached you and your smaller form. His fox-like tail was tense behind him, simulating that of the wild animals when they were alert, ready to strike. His long and fluffy ears twitched at every sound his enemies made, taking advantage of his animal blood to have the advantage on this situation.

"I didn't know Eremites would step so low as to corner a lonely child in the forest." He said, drawing his bow and aiming it at the stranger in front of him. "I'll give you this chance to leave. If you do not, I won't hesitate to throw you out by force."

The group looked at each other. However, none of them put down their weapon.

"Sorry, little forest watcher. We have a job to do." The woman warned.

"We advise you to step aside." The man with the swords said.

Those comments enraged the newcomer. From his point of view, these Eremites were picking on a kid just to rob them. Maybe even something worse.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Before you had any time to react, both the fox boy and the three mercenaries started to attack each other. Arrows and strikes started to flow from everywhere, making you crawl to safety behind the thickest tree around. You closed your eyes tightly and covered your ears with your hands. The sound of fighting reminded you of what transpired earlier in The Chasm... It was just like that time when your father and that archon exchanged blows, one determined to get to you and the other to protect you.

It was just the same.

The clashing didn't stop. Your heartbeat increased with each parry that resonated behind your hiding spot. Soon, all you could hear was the thump of your heart hitting your ears, the fight long forgotten as you could not even remember it was happening thanks to the desperation you were starting to feel. Your breathing got out of control, and your chest soon started to hurt, too. If felt as if your heart wanted to devour your whole body and you could do nothing to stop it—

"Breathe, kid. I need you to take a deep inhale and hold your breath for a second before exhaling. Inhale, exhale."

You didn't know who was talking in front of you, their muffled voice barely reached you through the loud thumping in your chest and ears. They repeated the same words over and over again, and soon you started to obey them in hopes of stop hurting. Inhaling, exhaling. It took a few tries, but your breathing soon became more and more stabilized, and your heart wasn't so loud anymore.

The person crouching in front of you breathed a sigh of relief, and you didn't even know you were crying until they wiped a tear escaping from your left eye. Now that you were calmer, you noticed that your vision was also blurry, however, it was also getting better.

"There now, you're alright." The boy in front of you said. His silhouette was now familiar as you recognized the fox-like features in his body. "Feel any better?"

You nodded rather uncertainly. You still felt agitated, but it was certainly better than a minute ago.

"That's good." He smiled. "You're safe now, okay? Those Eremites can't hurt you now."

He took your little arms in his hands and made you release the backpack you were still clinging to. As you let it go, you noticed how red and swollen your hand and fingers were. It seemed that you were grabbing it with too much force.

"I'm sure this was frightening to such a young kid like you... Judging by the way you dress, I assume you're from Liyue, am I wrong?"

You shook your head 'no'. He smiled, content by your response.

"And what about your parents? Are you all merchants? That's why those mercenaries attacked you here in the forest?"

You knew he didn't have any bad intentions and was just asking in hopes of helping you, but it didn't make it hurt any less the mention of your parents. You raised your knees to your chest and hid your face in them. The boy visibly saddened thanks to your action. In his eyes, those Eremites attacked your family in hopes of robbing you and ended up killing your parents when they struggled. He couldn't think of anything else.

"It's okay little one, it's okay now..." He sat beside you and surrounded your shoulders with his left arm. This helped him bring you closer to his body, using his fluffy tail to bring some comfort by gently caressing your back. "You're safe."

The tickling feeling of the hair of his tail going up and down your back brought a positive reaction out of you. It made you involuntarily laugh, and he seemed pleased by this.

"How about you tell me your name, hm?" His kind eyes complemented his soothing smile. You shyly offered your name, and he seemed to shine brightly at the achievement of finally hearing your voice. "That's an absolutely beautiful name! Mine's Tighnari, though I fear it pales in comparison to yours."

You giggled at his words. "But I like your name. It's pretty."

Tighnari ruffled your hair with a laugh. "Well thank you, little one. That's very kind of you."

You were now relaxed, you even had a small smile on your face. This was the perfect opportunity to exit the forest and return to Gandharva Ville; he would think of what to do next once he got you to safety.

He stood up and extended his hand in your direction, helping you stand up once you took it in your smaller hand.

"We'll go to the ville I live, okay? Once we're there, you can get comfortable and tell me everything that happened." He promised. You nodded once more, and, still hugging your backpack with your free arm, you let the young archer guide you through the forest. He started to walk in the opposite direction of where the fight happened, but curiosity got the better of you and turned your head briefly to see what was left of the fight. You barely got to see the three unconscious bodies before the trees blocked your vision.

.

You were sure you would never be able to see such settlements back in Liyue.

The large trunk of a tree was the base of a little ville hidden in the middle of the forest. The place was filled with forest rangers patrolling the nearby areas, all of them greeting Tighnari once you both appeared right at the entrance.

Being around so many strangers filled you with uneasiness, so naturally, you clung to the only person you knew. Tighnari didn't seem to mind; in fact, it was as if the hold gave him a new surge of energy, for he increased the speed of his walking and returned every greeting with excitement. He even took this opportunity to wrap his tail around your torso.

The road ended in front of a wooden cabin. You stared at it for a moment, thinking about your current situation. Was this okay? This boy certainly promised to help you, he even rescued you from that scary people back in the forest. 'Don't enter a stranger's house' your parent would always tell you...

But did you have any other option right now?

Tighnare looked back at you and offered a gentle smile. "It's okay, I'm with you."

He gently tugged your arm, and you started walking again. You both entered the tiny house, surprised to see a girl already inside, seemingly writing in a notebook while sitting on the desk.

"Collei, I'm back." Tighnari said, and the girl turned to face him once she heard his voice. The big smile on her face quickly morphed into a semblance of pure confusion.

"Oh, who is this?" Collei approached you, kneeling in front of you before offering you a small smile. "Hello little one! My name is Collei. You are not from around here, are you?"

You instinctively hid behind Tighnari. He laughed. "No, they are not. I fear their family might have been a victim of Eremites."

"But I thought Eremites were just mercenaries? Did someone hire them to attack their family?"

He shrugged. He really didn't have a clue. If this child's parents were wealthy or renowned merchants then it would make sense for someone to have a grudge on them.

You slowly revealed yourself from behind the boy. This girl seemed friendly enough.

"Hi Collei." You offered. "Nice to meet you."

Collei gasped. This child was so cute! And so polite, too. She couldn't fight the impulse of hugging you, in just a second you were scooped into her arms and away from the archer, a meter above the ground.

For Tighnari, that small action made him feel like his world was crumbling... Suddenly he felt alone, suffocated, overwhelmed by anguish. The moment he stopped touching the child he swore he could sense his heart breaking in a million pieces.

No, no!

He didn't even realize what he had done until he heard Collei say his name and the pained whimpers of the child. He was grabbing your small arm rather roughly, for he could see the redness of the skin below his hand. Collei was doing her best in trying not to drop you, as he was trying to bring you closer to him not really caring that you were in the arms of another person.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry...!" He excused himself quickly. He let go of you, and guilt was born in his heart when he saw how you gently rubbed the area where he held you.

Collei was staring at him with a worried expression, but Tighnari didn't really care. He looked at the hand that was used to grab you.

He was certain he didn't imagine it. Every second he touched your small frame... he felt full of life, vigor, energy. A newfound euphoria that made him believe he could achieve anything in this world. He could think of the happiest day in his life and how he felt then would never come close to the way you made him feel.

He raised his eyes and his heart dropped when he found yours full of tears. Oh, this was bad! Please, please don't cry! He'd rather kill himself before being the cause of your weeping—

He was just about to drop to the floor and apologize when a forest ranger entered the cabin in a hurry. She was out of breath, as if she had been running from the edge of the forest to here without taking a break.

"Tighnari, we- we have problems!" She said as best as she could. "Eremites! A group of Eremites is attacking Gandharva Ville ad nauseam!"

"What?!" Both Tighnari and Collei exclaimed. They exchanged a glance between each other, a silent form of communication that only they could understand.

"They're here for them..." He gritted his teeth. What could possibly a group of mercenaries want with a little kid?! Even worse, behind them was a mysterious employer... Someone who was adamant about taking this child. Just the thought of it made his blood boil. "Stay here with them! I'll kill those damn Eremites for trying to harm this one!"

The rage in his voice made the girl give a step backward in shock. She has never seen her friend that angry before... no, he wasn't angry; he was furious.

He wasted no second in summoning his bow and following the fellow forest ranger in the fight outside.

Had you heard right? Were the people from the forest back for you? Ah, the thought of it made you feel sick... What did they even want from you? Could they've been sent from those archons to capture you? Was taking the lives of your papa and tata not enough?

You started to move in Collei's arms, demanding to be put down. She obliged your silent request and carefully let you go from her arms. However, the moment she let go, it felt as if someone tore her heart from her chest and crushed it before her eyes. No way, could this be what Tighnari experienced and made him react that way?

She summoned her bow and shouted your name when she saw you run outside to see what was happening.

The entire ville was replete of Eremites clashing weapons with forest rangers and even some forest watchers. The few civilians that lived there tried to escape through secret passages or deserted places, just to be stopped and apprehended by the invaders.

Collei barely had any time to reach you to pull you inside when an Eremite spotted you two. "There! I see the child!"

Tighnari snapped his head from where he was fighting to look at you, every hair of his body standing up with the rage he was feeling. "DON'T YOU DARE!!" He shouted before firing an arrow at his opponent, piercing their stomach without effort. He needed to get to them, he couldn't let these damn Eremites steal you and take with them all the euphoria and joy he felt.

As he started to hop on the stairs to stop a man that was rushing to the cabin, he failed to notice a woman pointing her own bow and arrow right at him. And just as he was about to grab the man, a sharp pain made him stumble and fall as he clutched his side. Crimson flowed from the wound the arrow had made. Fuck, he would need medical help soon.

He shouted your name, trying to see your small from where he was lying. This proved to be futile as the woman who had shot him moved to stand in front of him, between him and the cabin.

Collei managed to pull you back inside just as the man appeared on the entrance. The girl stood protectively in front of you, having drawn her bow as a way to defend both of you. The Eremite, however, didn't move to attack her. He approached you both and didn't seem to be intimidated even when Collei's arrow was pointing at his head.

"You." He said, looking right at you. "We've come for you."

"You'll have to get through me first." Collei warned.

"Oh, please." The man laughed. "We have orders not to kill anybody, but we certainly can use force to take them with us."

She didn't know what to do. This man seemed way stronger than her. Could she even defeat him in a fight?

"Wait, don't- don't hurt her!" You exclaimed behind her form. You clung onto her scarf tightly, terrified of the situation you were in. You could not let any more people be hurt to protect you! You had to be strong; your father and your parent would've wanted you to be brave. "Please stop attacking the ville, they have nothing to do with me..."

"Certainly. If you come with us we can end this without hurting anyone else. What do you say?"

Collei refused fiercely, but you didn't share her thoughts. You nodded and slowly separated from her body to approach the waiting man. This sent Collei in a panic. She tried to grab you by the neck but was promptly stopped by the handle of a polearm hitting her stomach. She instinctively grabbed the area as she fell to the floor, the impact having made her lose her breath.

"Ah, Collei!" You tried to go to her to see if she was okay, but the man managed to pick you up from your clothes and throw you in his shoulder.

"Worry not, little one. We didn't hurt anyone severely. Now let's go, Lord Sangemah Bay is waiting for you."

Wait, Lord Sangemah Bay? That was the person your father wanted you to find. So these people were sent by them to retrieve you? Had you known beforehand, you would've gone with them back in the forest. Without having to hurt anyone here.

The man brought you outside and whistled. The remaining Eremited heed his call and promptly evacuated the ville, the wounded helped by the stronger members.

The man also took off with you still secured in his shoulder, and you barely could hear the shouts of your name coming from the ville as you got farther and farther away.

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CHAPTER 5 ~ VISIONS

beneath a crimson sky masterlist | ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5

pairing: stray kids ot8 x afab!reader

genre: apocalypse au, dystopian, dark, adventure, action, thriller, fighting, eventual smut, romance

a/n: for someone who's terrified of any sort of horror etc i sure get the urge to write it

chapter warnings: gore, lots of vivdly described disturbing stuff, illness, starvation, hallucinations

chapter word count: 2.5k

Hissing in your ears, the shadows bear you up in their arms, whisking you so high that you thrash in their shackles, screaming for them to let you down.

The whites of their eyes show as they laugh at you.

You sob, trying to grab at the inky chains they’ve fixed around your wrists and ankles, but they turn insubstantial the moment your fingers close around them, dissolving away in curls of cold smoke to reform away from your touch. Grinning faces surround you, multitudes of strange faces you cannot explain: an army assembled to mock you.

In a flash, they are gone. Bony fingers crawl over your face. Flailing, you try to bite down, but another hand clamps over your mouth as the fingers creep upwards, digging into your eye sockets and scooping. Cold envelops you, and you spasm, back arching as sight returns to you.

There’s bloody tears dripping down your face.

You weep.

Below you, a vast crowd stretches, wreathed in flames and lined up in endless rows, so far that you cannot see their ends. Dressed in rags that they treat as finery are a man and a woman, standing at the head of the formation, their faces slack and empty. Their bodies are not theirs to control.

The woman’s blonde hair hangs limp and matted around her face. There’s a glint of something metal at her waist. It’s the hilt of a knife, snug between her ribs, and though blood oozes down her clothes and soaks into her rags, she acts as if it isn’t there. Beside her, the man sways, bronzed skin pallid and coated in a sheen of sweat; he looks not entirely healthy, as if he’d just recovered from an illness. 

A figure rides up. Even from so far above, you feel the blaze of his hate. His horse is a steed forged from an inferno, red and fiery, and you catch a glimpse of sharpened iron teeth as its lip curls, tossing its flame weaved mane and pawing at the ground, the air around it undulating with heat. You begin to tremble.

The rider’s face is terrible and beguiling. His flesh drips from his bones, sizzling where it touches the horse's flanks. You are struck through with terror as his eyes find you from where you are suspended in the wine tinted sky; they are deep and endless and full of an ocean of loathing. For a moment, you are drowning in them, and fire tugs at your limbs, ripping your skin off them and gnawing through you until it finds your heart.

A wretched sound leaves you as the rider stretches out his hand and plucks it from your chest. The worst thing is that beneath the fear and the acrid scent of your burning body, there is an unexplainable elation, planted there against your will. It swells in your chest, and you begin to laugh, laugh and laugh and laugh, as the rider brings your heart to his bloody mouth and sinks his teeth in.

Pain explodes through you, and suddenly you are back in the sky. You clutch at the shadows now, pleading for them to keep you away from the rider, pleading for them to make it stop.

Again, they laugh, a chorus of shrieks and cackles, shrill, the sound boring into your head.

Though your limbs are weak with fear, you still find it within you to struggle against them. Wordless, frightened noises leave you, for below, the rider is cradling the face of the woman, close as a lover, and she is transfixed by him. You scream, begging her to pull away, to resist, but a dumb smile crawls over her face and she drops to her knees before the rider. As she falls, he grips the blade in her side and pulls it out. She does not even twitch.

You can only watch in horror as he moves onto the man. He too kneels without a fight.

Pulling the broadsword from where it is slung over his back, the second horseman draws it and rests the flat of it on the woman’s shoulder. For a panic stricken moment, you think he will behead her right there and eviscerate her beside the man, but he doesn’t.

He knights her, then the man next.

The rider gestures at them, and together, they stand, their movements jerky as if pulled on by puppet strings. You cry out when you see their eyes - deep and murky, insidious darkness leaking from their irises into their blood woven sclera.

All semblance of humanity has been erased from them.

They are nothing more than vessels.

Cool hands cup your face.

Moaning, you lean towards them, willing them to stay there and beat back the scorching desert beneath your skin. You can hear voices, but they’re far away. Your breath comes out short and laboured.

It sounds like you’re dying.

The same cool hands ease your jaw open, and water floods your parched tongue. At first, you cough, but you choke it down, so thirsty that you barely pause to breathe. Blearily, you open your eyes, but they don’t make out anything but light and dark blurs.

“She’s drinking, thank god,” the cool hands say.

You frown. It’s Minho’s voice, flat enough that you can’t read the emotions swirling beneath it, but his words sound relieved. You can’t think why Minho would be relieved that you’re alive. The room is slowly swimming into focus, and you spot two smears of black, one a little taller than the other.

A rough palm touches your cheek. “She’s still burning up, though.”

That’s Seungmin. Turning your head, you try to claw your way to lucidity, but it evades you. The cool hands sweep a damp cloth over your forehead as you begin to register his words.

“Burning,” you rasp. “He’ll make them burn everything down.”

Minho pauses, opening his mouth. The shadows sink their teeth into you before you can hear what he says.

This time, they leave you under a reddened night sky devoid of stars. No shackles bind you, but you can sense them slinking in the corners of your vision and where you cannot see, waiting to pounce. Turning in a circle, you scan the darkness, searching for the next horror that awaits you.

The sound of horse hooves rings out. You whirl around, trying to find their source, trying to ignore the tittering of the shadows as they mock you with their derisive faces.

You blink, and then the third horseman is there before you.

She sits astride a horse so black that it had blended into the circle of shadows as it approached. It is glossy and healthy looking, yet it froths at the mouth, snapping its teeth at you. The rider places a soft hand on its flank, and it calms. She smiles at you, saccharine, and it incites so much comfort inside you that you know it’s a lie.

Her extrasolar face is cold and so beautiful it cuts you, her lacy hair like cobwebs where it hangs around her face. It drapes, dripping, over her shoulders - a veil.

There’s blood on your tongue.

You take a step back, and the gentle look on her face turns ugly. Holding up her hand, a pair of scales appears between her fingers, and she places a delicate feather, white as a lamb, in the first dish.

Though there’s nothing in the second dish, the moment she releases the feather, it hurtles downwards - the scales shriek shrilly as they move, and you watch in horror as the feather begins to bleed until it is soaked red. The rider turns to you, and now there is nothing comforting about her sharpened smile. Heart pounding, you back away, but the shadows push you back towards her, and what you believe must certainly be your doom.

She raises her hand and points at you.

Immediately, you collapse, your stomach cramping. You are filled with a sudden craving, a hunger so vast you cannot think; you merely scrabble at the floor, tremors wracking your body as you cry out, needing to fill the yawning cavern inside you. It erodes you from the inside out, so acute it burns like vile acid.

Wailing, you claw your way forward until your vision is filled with the hooves of her horse. You are weak with hunger, so weak that it is a battle to raise your head and look up at her, your mouth hanging open to plead for her to release you from the pain. No sound comes out.

Caressing the horse’s mane, she leans forward and whispers into its velvety ear. You quake as you look up at her, wondering what she said, wondering if she will take mercy on you and knowing she will not.

Whinnying, the horse rears, and you scream as its hooves slam down and punch right through your ribcage.

The combined agony radiating from your crushed torso and the gaping hunger in your stomach paralyses you, locking your muscles so tight it hurts. Your body begins to spasm, and your teeth close around your tongue. Panic spears through you as you begin to choke on your own blood.

Your skin tears, your bones cracking and popping and rearranging within you. You’re aware of protrusions pushing their way out of your back and down your arms, burrowing through your muscles and forcing them to reform around them. When you look up, the rider has dismounted her horse.

Tenderly, she touches your lips.

As if it has its own will, your body bends like a tree in a gale, and she kisses your forehead, her scarlet mouth terrible and searing against your skin, yet upon its touch, the pain in your ribs recedes, reforming you into something new.

The hunger roiling and snapping like a beast within only sharpens its claws.

“Go,” she murmurs. “Slaughter awaits.”

The world shakes with how hard you’re shivering, yet you can’t help but kick off your blankets. Someone secures them more tightly around them and you lash out, but your arms are weak and all it does is flop your hand against their leg. A voice floats down from somewhere in the sky.

“You need to eat.”

“Chan?” You groan, words slurred as strong hands ease you upright. “Changbin?”

“We’re here,” one of them says, although you’re not sure which one.

A spoon is pressed against your lips, and you hold back a cough long enough to swallow - they’ve mashed food so it’s liquid, easier for you to get down and keep down. Your head spins, the faces before you blurring. You realise Jisung is also with them, crouched beside Changbin, his face pale as he watches you.

“What did you mean before, about slaughter?”

Another face swims into view. Jeongin. You stare at him, bewildered both by his question and why he is bobbing up and down in front of you like a rubber duck caught in the crashing waves of the sea.

“I - I don’t remember,” you mumble.

Chan puts his hand on Jeongin’s shoulder. “It’s fine. She’ll tell us when she’s better.”

He says it like it’s final, like he’s sure that you will get through it, like there’s no other option. You want to believe him.

The shadows craft you a leash out of the ephemeral material that clothes them. Laughing, always laughing, they secure it around your neck, so tight that only strained gasps of air make it out of you, and drag you along with them, letting your body get broken and battered by the rocks in their path. Mud chokes your lungs, settling heavy in your chest when you inhale it, and fragments of rubbish and twigs tangle into your hair.

They’re bringing you to someone.

You begin to kick and struggle then, tearing at the leash, but it sinks deeper into your flesh, and your own torn nails leave gashes in your skin. As normal, your screams fall on deaf ears, and you writhe, knowing that who they’re taking you to will be far worse than the previous you’ve seen.

The collar of shadow rings tighter around your neck. Tighter and tighter and tighter until an abyss gapes open below you, and you fall right through, and this time even the shadows forsake you, letting you descend into the blackness as they recede from your vision. Somehow, it brings you no comfort, for they too fear he who has summoned you.

Your bones crunch and snap as you land; it is certain that the fall has ended you, and now your soul is trapped in the cage of your broken ribs, fluttering and trying to shake itself free. You cannot move. You cannot flee.

A pale horse walks towards you, yet its hooves make no noise. Fearful, you raise your eyes to see its rider.

He too is pale, and wreathed in a colourless cloak that casts a shadow over his face, yet you can see his skeletal features, motionless and terribly still within his cowl. The arc of the scythe in his fingers winks at you, even in the dark, and he uses the end of it to hook you and drag you from your body. Your bones clatter as your essence leaves them.

Death holds you in the palm of his hand, and you are captivated by the darkness within his hood. You know that this is the moment that your life rests upon.

“I have come to reap,” he says, with a voice like the slam of nails into a coffin lid. “Yet your time is not up yet.”

Again, you are falling.

There’s someone talking to you. You can see his face, see his lips moving, but you don’t understand a word he’s saying.

You don’t remember his name, nor the name of the one beside him, but you know who they are: there’s the blonde angel, his eyes earnest and worried as they search your slack face, and the dark haired prince, his handsome face etched in fear as he wipes your brow with a damp cloth.

The angel clasps your hands in his small ones, and this time, his words are audible, drifting down to you as if he talks to you from the top of a canyon while you’re tied to the bottom of the gorge, straining to hear his words. You fight to pick them out from the whisperings of the shadows, the freckles on his face swirling like constellations.

“Fight it,” he says, squeezing your fingers. “Fight just a little longer.”

You want to. You want to fight it, but the shadows creep closer, tugging at your limbs, and suddenly you’re just their puppet, them the cruel puppeteers.

You watch in horror as your own hands rear up like snakes and claw at the angel’s face.

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[silverorchideon]

Magnolia, prettiest girl that I know

Stars in her eyes, handpicked from the skies

Beautiful soul

I made some Weeping Plant au art, hooray!

I was inspired by Laufey's music (and that one unfinished plant au animation I'm working on)

Song that refrenced here is Magnolia, please listen to Laufey, amazing music.

Really like how this turned out, especially since I only did this in a day.

[purple-obsidian]

Thank you for answering my last ask, can I have your take on if the girl in ur last fic hadve gotten just a TOUCH more frightened after the knife incident and started openly weeping when jason started touching her (i feel like she was already on the brink) would he keep going? I don't think that would feel consensual to her, especially after the knife thing. It already feels like she's ½way a prisoner, given the fact that he just goes and re-abducts her when she tries to leave. Does he already understand that what he's doing is very dubiously consensual, and he's going ahead anyways bc he dgaf, or if she were to point out that Jason's got the threat of violence constantly hanging over her head and that she can't safely deny him without jeopardizing all her bones and her mental welfare then it would bring him up short? It really seems like Jason understands she doesn't really want him physically (at least not in the way he'll have her) and he's just gonna plow on ahead bc she did not specifically say no. “Will you get mad at me if I say no?” I think he would. I think he understands shes afraid already.

[fic referenced]

you're welcome, anon!

if reader had been more outwardly emotional and made it very clear to him that she didn't want him touching her, he would have stopped. i am not saying that jason's behavior is right or correct in any way (this is dark fiction, remember) but if reader would have told him to stop or pushed him away, he most likely would have gone to the couch or just turned over and internalize the rejection, giving reader the silent treatment.

to answer the next part, does jason know that what he is doing isn't exactly consensual or right? its complicated. i want to give a quick disclaimer and say that the reasoning i'm about to explain is not any sort of justification for similar behavior irl, this is just what is going on in the mind of a very traumatized, very broken fictional character with a devastating backstory.

the first few weeks reader was living with jason, he probably would have let her leave if she said she wanted to. if she disappeared? he would have gone looking for her, absolutely. and also be pissed that she didn't tell him where she was going, and that she went out on her own. in my little au, joker planted doubts about jason and reader's relationship in his mind just like he manipulated jason's feelings towards bruce and the others. so upon their initial reunion, jason was skeptical and angry, and was kind of expecting her to leave. but after weeks of constant reassurance and promises, he finally started to believe reader, even though his insecurities remain. once he started putting the smallest bit of trust and faith in reader, that's the point where he would not allow reader to leave. even if she wanted to, jason has it in his head that she promised to be by his side no matter what, and he would cling to that and use it to guilt her and justify him keeping her, potentially, against her will. [he wouldn't force himself on her physically, but he would for sure keep her from leaving.]

homeboy is in the middle of trying to de-program all the shit joker put in his head, he is constantly second-guessing his relationships and the people around him, and his relationship with reader is the only steady presence he is allowing himself to trust. so if she decided to go, at this point, he would fight tooth and nail to keep her. he would most likely be in denial, and cling on even tighter.

he can see that reader is scared, but he is so scared himself that it's hard for him to focus on anything else. the physical and psychological torture he went through has, in my mind, left him so broken when it comes to bonds and relationships that some of his logic is just not there anymore. i imagine this makes it even harder for reader, too, seeing him work on establishing himself in gotham's underworld and being so cunning and sharp when it comes to executing his plans, but being so sensitive and snapping at her and his men if the wrong thing is said.

joker taught him that fear is the ultimate tool for control. jason may deny it, but he's taken those lessons to heart, whether he realizes it or not.

appreciate your thoughts, sorry this took a while to answer.

xoxo sid

[brotherwtf]

gimme a fantasy clegan au where John is a telepathic interrogator and Gale is an outlaw that Johns supposed to break

hey squad actually can't stop thinking about this gif (it may or may not have inspired the entire au)

Gale had been captured by hunters and brought in for interrogation (or torture depending on how you look at it) and John was assigned to the case

John is a telepath, has been since he was young, and only gets assigned the especially difficult cases, Gale being one of them

Usually, he uses his telepathy to get into the minds of the prisoners, their thoughts ALWAYS give them away, no matter what they say with their mouths

He tries not to let the fact that Gale is stunning, even while he's strung and bloody, distract him from doing his actual job

John knows that elves like Gale are supposed to be desired, beautiful, and Gale seems to know it as well

He smirks and refuses to talk, and John is shocked by how blank Gale's mind is, he can't seem to read any of his thoughts

The only thoughts that Gale lets John see are lewd flashes of them together, John ravaging Gale on the floor of his cell, and John has to leave the cell with a raging hard on

John knows that Gales actions are to protect himself and not actual desires he feels, but John can't help but get lost in the ocean of Gales eyes

He also sees a deep, carnal fear in them, the look of an animal that's been trapped, and he decides he's going to help Gale get out of here

John makes it seem like it's Gale's idea, getting in his head and planting the idea in there. If he can make it seem as though Gale had come up with the idea, it'll be easier to convince him to allow Johns help

Gale starts thinking about ways of escaping, little does he know that John is carefully supplying them so that he can think of a feasible way to actually get Gale out

But Gale's giving up, the torture has left him beaten, bloody, and tired, and his mind is no longer accepting John's thoughts

He confesses that he's gonna give up and let them kill him; it's not worth the fuss and his body slowly dying

John kisses him then and Gale feels frail and weak beneath him, it makes anger surge through John's body

He's a well respected telepathic investigator, if he gets caught trying to aide a prisoner in escape, he will be hung

Gale's too weak to run so John practically drags him through the prison, mind on alert for any thoughts he can hear from guards that signal that they know they're escaping

Gale, pain riddled and delirious, looks up at John at some point and says something stupid like "Damn, an angel must be saving me," and it gives John the extra bit of strength to drag Gale's body out of the prison

They don't get caught, but they're not out of the woods yet, Gale's still injured and losing strength fast, John steals a horse and drapes Gale over his lap and bolts out of there

Once outside of the danger of the prison, John dumps Gale beneath and tree and nurses him back to health

Insert sensual wound dressing here, Gale musters up the strength to kiss John again and John has to stop Gale from hurting himself further

Something something they run away together, now both outlaws on the run, but they don't really care bcs they have each other (weeps)

this was very cathartic to write God I love fantasy and torture

lmk some of y'all's hcs for this! I don't really know how to end this but I am thinking it might be angsty 😈😈

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

I’m gonna hop onto the hockey player AU for just like. Half a second. MDNI

Pro-player Bakugou hates away games. They’re exhausting, they test his patience, he hates packing, but most of all he hates leaving you behind. He hates not being able to look into the stands after a goal and see your pretty face cheering him on.

He knows you feel bad about not going, but he also gets that you have your own job and responsibilities (even though he’s told you numerous times he’d take care of you if you quit).

But it doesn’t make those god-awful early mornings where he has to leave you-and your warm bed- for a cold rink in a strange city, any easier.

He’s quick to turn off his alarm before it can fully wake you, cursing silently as the red numbers on his clock glare back at him.

2:15am.

It should just say ‘too fucking early’ he thinks, running a hand over his face in an attempt to wave away and extra sleep. You stir beside him in the dark, sighing softly as you shift and he can’t help the small smile that creeps up on him.

You’re cradling your pillow between your head and your arms, the soft material bunched up beneath your face, and your brows are drawn low like you’re thinking incredibly hard about something. His gaze travels further down, over the bare expanse of your back, the comforter just barely covering your legs and bottom.

You didn’t often sleep nude, usually only after a couple rounds of making love when you were too tired to get up and get dressed, but he wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

He reached out, ghosting his fingertips over your spine as your face relaxed and you let out a dreamy sigh at the feeling. He leaned over, mentally scolding himself for letting you distract him from getting ready for the airport, even as he pressed his lips against your shoulder.

You shifted slightly, but made no move to get up or wake, prompting him to move further with his mouth, following the curve of your shoulder to your neck, pausing to press a kiss behind your ear before he was fully leaning over you.

He pressed what was supposed to be one last fleeting kiss to the back of your neck when you sighed again, only this time a little higher pitched, your mouth parting slightly at the feeling.

He gave an experimental kiss a bit lower, earning him the same reaction and grinned, rolling over so that he carefully caged you in, hands planted on your hips as he held his weight off your legs, knees pressed into the mattress.

He continued to press soft open mouthed kisses down your bare spine, relishing in the goosebumps and quiet whines you let out in your sleep as he moved lower, taking his time to breathe you in, to really feel you under him.

His hands are warm where they grip your hips, thumbs smoothing over the skin there in lazy circles. He leans over you once more, stretching to trace over the patterns your freckles and moles make with his mouth, and your eyes finally begin to flutter open, eyes sliding sleepily in his direction.

He smiles, hunching over your soft form to press just one open mouthed kiss against your throat and lets out a quiet groan when you arch against him, hips rising in his grip to press your ass firmly against the bulge that’s been steadily growing in his sweats.

“Kats,” you whine quietly, instinctively arching your spine just the way he likes it, your breasts pressed up against the mattress beneath you, and he takes a moment to just look at you, caged between his thighs, thick from years of skating, and your perfect ass pressed right up against his weeping cock.

He can be a little late to the airport, he decides.

[its-dari]

The Son of Graces

Pairing(s): None || PLATONIC: Son! Wanderer & Parental! Creator! Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N: Some miscellaneous HCs surrounding this AU. Involving some things I can't stop thinking about.

This wanderer's name is Kaito! He uses "Oya" to refer to the reader as a gender neutral Japanese term for a parent.

Companion Piece to "The Loving Hands of God"

Still not taking any Genshin requests, this is truly the last of my brainrot.

honestly, he's such a baby, it's adorable though and it's funny how pouty he gets when you tease him about it

he has a whole floor to himself with your imperial temple and while he does enjoy occasionally studying and reading by himself, he much prefers having tea with your or sitting in the garden

when he has trouble sleeping, he always ends up in your room - though he can get quite flustered about how he feels like a young babe still sleeping with his parents

(don't worry, he grows out of it - though he likes napping with you)

he started growing out his hair too, starting to braid it as it grows - it's long and tight - thinner

you mentioned that it would suit him and he wanted to try, though it's clear to any bystander that he'd hate to disappoint you

super awkward when he started recieving offerings, taking them with dignity, grace, and modesty but forever is concerned over there being too many

he wears his diadem for special occasions, mostly because the both of you travel around orphanages and give food and money to the needy and well... he doesn't need it to signify his new position

when he first pricked his fingers and ichor came, he was amazed

while he knew he was given your grace during his crowning and he did have the ability to create; having bloomed plants from his palms and shaped rocks with his finger tips...

you tell him that he will grow strong as you in time and that you will teach him everything

he was truly of your creed and there is such pride in him, he's bursting to make something new to show you

and Kaito was so terribly excited to make something you would be proud of

so he begins research, specifically on flora and botany and herbs

it would be something he would make not only as a dedication to you but a gift to the people, his studying was intensive but he was careful to not spoil the surprise

his personal servants are unsure about lying to you but only do so because to defy Kaito was to oppose you

they thought it was quite precious that he wanted to surpise you anyhow so they were able to keep it under wraps

eventually, he finally creates a new, beautiful flower after bouts of trial and error

he wants it to be available in all types of climate so there was testing and adjustments made to it's needs

it was perfect, it grew in bunches and the color was your favorite

when the petals are harvested, they make a lovely tea that promotes better sleep

when the bulb itself is ground up, it makes for a balm that encourages faster healing

when he presented to you, he was terribly nervous

you had created so many large and beautiful things and this was his first step to show that you were not wrong in choosing him

unsurprisingly, you weeped at the thoughtfulness of your darling son

even after the world you made was so cruel to him, he could still find kindness to give to the people that need it

the flowers were beautiful as well and Kaito made sure you and your staff were the first to try both tea and balm

so moved, you hugged him right away and praised his intelligence and ingenuity, prideful and happy as can be

you softly tell him that he was doing right already and he feels himself welling up as you went on to call him the healing balm that your creation needed

with that, the pair of you headed out to make sure his new flower bloomed across the whole of Teyvat

... it was rightfully named "god's lace" once discovered by herbalists and you happily piled all the rightful credit onto your son, singing his praises to anyone that would stop and listen

like that, his popularity skyrocketed even more and people from all over would associate the flower with him

it makes something in his heart warm when he sees less people in hospitals and planters bustling with the flowers he made for you

you take care to put some in your hair and on some commissioned tapestries occasionally

he's done some good

you surprise him later with a very lovely set of earrings, with gems made personally for him and imbued with your godly essence

he rarely takes them off

the pair of you spend a lot of time together and unsurprisingly, he's never far from your side

you take to calling him all sorts of nicknames; he's partial to just his name but "nightingale" or "chickling" make him smile... he might be a bit old for the latter but who is he to deny his beloved parent?

he usually isn't too cruel but he sort of finds it amusing Baal was just so desperate to reach you, but you continue your rather curt disposition

you do not speak to her for anything other than official business, mostly as a formality and it is only a mix of your grace and Kaito's kindness was the reason she wasn't removed from the role of Electro Archon

you're polite at best, short and cold at the very worst

there is no heavier punishment then her seeing how sweetly you treat the son she'd abandoned

now the son of the creator, he needs no revenge past that - finding it useless in the grand scheme

his former minions are now so apart of your staff - seriously, they did not expect to move up in the world so high

they still attend to Kaito but now as the essentially a damn prince, he gets to pay them real well for the work they do

some now attend to being his guard but others deigned to hide among staff as seemingly unskilled civilians

this simpler life is much nicer and getting to attend to Kaito; now the Esteemed Son of the All-Creator is an honor they'll be envied for

Kaito is also much less bratty too

[onsunnyside]

the cold is finally getting to me methinks bc im longing for king in the north!curtis 😌 big n burly in his bearskin cloak, your scary betrothed!! you're just a princess from far far away and he doesnt have to be nice to you or care about you but you're too sweetly scared to ignore

methinks he tells you that it gets too cold to sleep alone despite u having your own bedroom and clothes would get in the way of heat sharing so you'll have to be naked while you cuddle to sleep 🫣

i've always wanted to write a time period au and this has so much potential and more !!

resources were already scarce in your region and with the harshest winter approaching, your beloved homeland will be the first on the hitlist of bandits or other kingdoms, that is if you even survive the snowfall. and marriage will bring that security and power to your kingdom that your parents have always dreamt of. everyone thought Curtis did it as a favour to your kingdom bc it's so out of character for the king of war and bloodshed to tie himself to someone eternally (much less, someone so sweet and gentle). the King of the North was only ever known as the end, the indefinite death that lurked in every corner.

did you like him? well, how could you like him if he's never spoken to you, apart from the few sentences the day before your wedding and said stone-cold and uncomfortable wedding. oh, and you can't forget his gruff utterances as he passes you in the halls. he was intimidating, to say the least, draped in his bearskin cloak and his blue eyes always set in a steely glare as if he were prepping for war. you wouldn't be surprised if he was, he was known as the ruthless king after all.

You feel his hard gaze searing into your face, yet he's still silent and only quirks a brow. "You're upset." He states blankly, food is forgotten in front of him.

Across the large table, you wipe your nose, the same action that caught his attention in the first place. "N-No."

He clenches his jaw, "You know I hate liars." His deep voice rings through the dining room, the servants had left momentarily as per the king's request. "Come here." You almost say no again, but he raps his knuckles on the wooden table, "Now, princess." You stand from your seat and after a few tentative steps, you find yourself standing between his spread thighs. "I-I miss home." Your voice cracks, "I miss the flowers and the wisteria trees, I miss the pond with the ducks and fish. I-I miss the sky! It was blue—so blue, and there are only clouds over here." You hate to sound so torn, but you're so lonely! You're forced to navigate unknown territory alone, going days without even a conversation with your husband!

now, don't hate curtis. he's a very busy busy man, his kingdom isn't the most feared (respected ??) for nothing and his loyal subjects aren't prospering just because. he's been working nonstop to communicate with your hovering parents, and ofc, spreading the word that the most sought-after princess has been wedded.

you get even more upset when you don't see curtis the next day and the day after that. although your marriage was more of a pitiful agreement, you still expected him to comfort you, or at least to listen to your mindless weeping about the damn sky!

oh... as surprising as it may be for the rest of the world, it turns out Curtis has a heart bc the next time you see him, he's standing by a large door. with an outstretched hand, he brings you close, holding your shocked face between his warm palms and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead (the closest act of intimacy he's shown since your wedding).

"Your homeland plants can't survive here during the time of year, but these can." He gestures to the small garden, peeking out from the neverending snowfall was itty bitty flowers, colourful and vibrant amongst the white. "There would be more, but only so few were found in the forest."

me thinks... when curtis turns total protective husband mode and gives into his desires, he never lets you leave his side. you become his wife in every sense of the word, his other half. if he could, he'd have you on his lap during meetings or as he sits on his throne. don't get me started on the filthy stuff: you're a virgin, and he didn't touch you on your wedding night, apart from a stiff kiss at the altar. he's equally sweet and mean, lots of kissing and touching, but also crude remarks that he whispers in your ear to watch you get all flustered.

also: he persuades you to sleep in his bed naked, it's easy to convince a clueless girl like you. he starts off with some light caressing, then reclines and asks if you want to explore his body instead. one thing leads to another and well... pussyjob with big beefy curtis while he talks about how he can't fit inside you 🫣🫣