#and no he doesn't pull anyone from the reincarnation cycle

[the-entitie]

Why didn't you say anything?

Poly TF 141 x sex-demon reader (male intended but has depictions of fem):

A|n: Based on this writer's amazing work and this artist's au. And now this is very long.... I can't just write porn can I? Of well.

Prt:2 is done <3 》》》》》

Be warned I use more Catholic or deamon depiction of our succubus(male) reader, so please expect some body horror esk depictions. Also, the 141 are all in a polycule in this story.

CW: NSFW halfway through after the line break, sex addiction or dependence depicted for reader, threats to health, kind of eating disorder esk, talk of threats/acts of noncon and dubcon to reader (not focused on), polyamory, some talk of religion, why is this so long? And angst??? Ok....

Thinking about being a demon who became the 141's spy. The blood of the damned that ran through you, making you that much more dangerous and that much better at your job.

You fell under the deadly sin of lust, but it's been so many decades that you can't quite remember how you came to be. Maybe reincarnation, maybe you were summoned. It doesn't matter anymore, but it still hindered your intake into the military. You were practically a veteran by the time Price picks you up and drags you into his team.

None of the 141 had ever worked with anyone demonic for an extended amount of time. There had been the call ins and times when they picked up failed missions, but none of them ever really worked with a demon.

Ghost, as a wraith, was the closest any of them had gotten to working with anyone similar to you.

You started out as someone they called to scope out information before a particularly threatening mission. You were just the help, the one they called when they needed a spy. Until they leaned about how every other task force would drop you within a month of calling you thiers.

Price had worried that it was something to do with you or your attitude towards teamwork when he had taken you in, made you one of his men.

That was before he noticed this kind of cycle you would go through. Just when a mission would start, you would pull back. You would separate from everyone, not cold turkey, yet you just wouldn't be present. The training room was one person short, or their would be one less person here on the quieter afternoons he didn't even know this team had.

It was after the missions that you would be more than present again.

You were there again when Soap wanted to run his lycanthopic body to exhaustion just so he could feel just a little more human with the pains it brought. When he was hyper, feeling like he needed to move, you were there to shove him. Drag him into a game of tag or chase or anything to help him move. Soap has never been good at sitting still.

When Gaz needed to be called from the purch he picked to preen his damp or irritated feathers on that was away from the busy noise of the base. Or when his Avian blood told him to take to the sky, you were happy to be taken for a flight or watch him loop around, watch him stretch his wings, across the star splattered skies.

And there you were outside with the nocturnal Ghost, saying you didn't need the sleep most nights and got bored. Even when his form would flicker, tendrils of shadows lashing around his open skin, something that made most run. You stayed with him, hummed a tune you can't remember the origin of, in a language probably only those as old as you would remember.

When Price was struck with phantom pain, when he would feel this pang on his wing only to realize it was from the one that didn't exist anymore. You were there with him. Happy to share a cigar with the smoke that smoldered was neither from his drag nor you. There to sit and fill in paperwork long into the night shift, to just exist around Price when the team was still settling in, or licking wounds.

In the more common areas where Soap would annoy Gaz into another game of cards. You were there to keep the peace.

It had taken Price longer than he was willing to admit to know what was going on. It wasn't some manipulative, carrot and stick, trick no. And it almost seemed like you hadn't consciously been doing it. Before it clicked.

You were a demon, a succubus, to be specific. You fed off of the emotion or the intent of sex.

And you only got that when you needed to get someone to talk. You only lean into it when it's needed for a mission.

He honestly felt stupid, like a leader that failed, but he was quick to right that failure. It wasn't like this team didn't run off and blow off steam together or that they left soap to struggle through his heat alone, nor did they leave Gaz to sit and brood alone. None of that.

And if you were a part of his team, this team, then you can't be starved. Can't be left to weaken, to crave, no. Price wouldn't stand it.

So he talked to the team. Told them his theory, his plan to fix it, and when the team had gotten over the hurt of leaving you alone and weak. They jumped at the opportunity.

Starting small.

Being more openly affectionate around you, never quiet reaching out but still letting the emotions linger.

Those play fights that Ghost would tap out of suddenly just kept going, and those thick visceral emotions none could quiet place the origin of; would hang so heavy in the air you could practically catch it between your teeth.

Those days Gaz would pull back, preen his wings alone; became fewer and far between. Now, the nearest team mate had a lap full of fluffled up wings and pleading eyes. And could Gaz use those honey coated eyes of his to glance up through his lashes and beg.

The quiet chuckles and this ever so pleased emotion would wind around Price's incisors, a satisfied thrill of the dragon flooding a palpable semblance of the satisfied job.

Price started talking about to the team, and they started trying to be more connected, more present, with you so you could have that nourishment. And if that meant that private room doors were left ever so lightly ajar during late nights spent with each other. No one mentioned it.

Soap was the first to notice the actual change.

Your eyes would flicker, puplis vibrating softly before it was shut down, and you would disappear. Or you would actually pull back. He was also the first to tell Price. And thier leader waisted no time.

"You good there, lutenent?" His voice calls softly into your quarters.

"All good Cap."

"Not so sure about that one soldier." Price presses on, taking a step further in to push the door more closed, "You don't play well with this team?"

"No, I have no qualms with any of you. Sorry if it seemed so."

"Ya do always talk so proper like you know?"

"Apologies, old habits."

Price steps closer, easily taking the space offered my your open thighs. Letting that simmering feeling flush his skin.

"Maybe we should start making new ones. What do you say, Sugar?"

His hand hovered just over your throat, careful to keep you feel safe. Price of all people knows what a demon can do when cornered, and it wasn't like he wanted you to feel put off.

He sees what Soap saw, just as his palm cups the edge of your jaw, your pupils flicker. Body dropping almost leaning agaisnt him.

"Why didn't you say something, Suguar?"

"Not of my use in this team."

"You don't need to be useful to eat." He sounded almost angry, calming all the more when you do lean into him, "you never need to earn a meal. Just ask. We all want to help."

That night, he let you ride him.

Laid back against your bed, held your weight by your thighs, and let you set the pace. Even if he was so hard it hurt, or if your dark lion-esk tail would flick across the sensitive inside of his thigh. Or when he's come twice and is practically drooling before he notice just how much more like your kin you look.

He doesn't stop you from flicking a forked tongue over the overwhelmed tears, he only noticed the change at the hitch of your breath when Price tangles his scared hands in your hair. Accidently tracing the curving rams horns that has twisted around your more pointed ears.

Singing your praise, even as you tried and failed to explain that you don't matter in this, just his pleasure.

He shut that down real quick.

#cod x male reader #x male reader #call of duty #cod #john price #john price x male reader #john price x reader #john price x you #tw ed implied #wip.txt #succubus reader #deamon reader #x reader #cod x reader #monster 141 au

[avisisisis]

I'm making a headcanon thingy for stableboys bc there isn't enough content about these two

Ao Lie was the second one Sun Wukong opened up to. The first one was Sha Wujing. Part of the reason why Ao Lie wasn't the first is because he spent most of the time shapeshifitng into a horse

SWK avoided him because he is a horse person at heart and didn't want to befriend anyone on the journey. He was there to protect his master, but when it was over, it'd be off! (He failed, in case that wasn't obvious)

When they had to eat, Ao Lie and SWK would always go to find food together. Sun Wukong always hurried him up due to being worried for Tripitaka's safety, but they still had a good time

It wasn't uncommon for them to roll in the dirt and end up being covered in mud and grass. Tripitaka has long since given up on trying to get them to stop

Eventually, when SWK finally accepted that he thought of these ppl as family, he would brush and clean Ao Lie's hair (basically grooming him the way monkies do) after these moments. He really enjoyed doing this bc it reminded him of the monkeys back at his mountain

Ao Lie was the only one he could do this with since he's the only one with actual hair (Sha Wujing is a fish, Zhu Bajie is a pig and Tripitaka's just bald)

Ao Lie sucked at grooming SWK's fur but he tried anyway. It was common to watch them argue over this. He got better after a while tho

Sun Wukong is the one who drew the art from some of the storybooks from the current timeline. He always drew Ao Lie as a horse, ignoring him when he yelled about how he should at least make me more dignified, Elder Brother!

SWK would answer with "it's not my fault you spent the entie journey as a horse!"

Ao Lie died first, in Wukong's arms

Ao Lie started to swear a lot after the journey. He picked it from Sun Wukong, who picked it from Zhu Bajie

Sun Wukong had long... hair? Head fur? That he only cut when it was getting too uncomfortable. Cutting it used to be Macaque's job, but now it's Ao Lie's

Sometimes Ao Lie cut his own hair too to match with him

To add to the long hair HC --- SWK kept his hair on a braid for most of the journey, since he didn't want it to get in his face. He kept the braid Macaque gave him for as long as he could, but it wasn't very durable and he spent 500 years in that mountain, so it didn't last long

He wishes he could say he liked to have Ao Lie braiding his hair, but honestly, he sucked almost as much as he sucked at grooming his fur

Surprisingly, Zhu Bajie is the one who makes the braids that always last the longest. Is he rough and careless? Yes. Does he always accidentally/on purpose pull SWK's hair, ending up in yet another fight Tripitaka has to stop? Absolutely. But his braids are the most durable

While Zhu Bajie's are the most durable, Sha Wujing's are the prettiest. He's rated second for this reason. He sometimes (if Wukong lets him, which doesn't always happen) even puts flowers in it

Tripitaka didn't know how to braid hair and every attempt at learning ended up in utter failure and ugly hairstyles. He got better later though

And last but not least! SWK may be decent at braiding other people's hair (learned from the moon n shadow themed bitch) but he sucks at braiding his own. He had to do and undo his hairstyle all the time before he started to trust the JTTW gang enough to do it for him

Ao Lie is the only one SWK got to say goodbye to. When the others announced they were joining the cycle of reincarnation, he screamed, angry, and left. He learned of their demise days after it happened. It's something he regrets to this day

Sometimes SWK would shapeshift into a horse to walk besides Ao Lie!

Ao Lie joked that Sun Wukong should be the one to carry their master, since he can also turn into a horse and that way he cam keep track of him, but SWK took it seriously and got very offended. Ao Lie gave him a bunch of peaches in hope of earning forgiveness. SWK can barely remember this happening (it's been like a thousand years, after all)

#lmk #lego monkie kid #i'm not sure if i should tag journey to the west?? #i mean it is the jttw gang #sun wukong #ao lie #zhu bajie #tang sanzang #tripitaka #sha wujing #stableboys #the monkey king #swk #headcanons #my hcs #the six eared macaque #liu er mihou #only mentioned but i figured it was worth tagging him. tell me if i should delete those tags plss #avis talks #avis' post

[invested-in-your-future]

I haven't gotten to read you rewrite yet, but what's really intrigued me was how you said you'd handle Ozpin. Personally I find the concept of shady, mysterious, ominous, manipulative, archaic, ambiguous at best being way who pulls strings to accomplishing god knows what galaxy-scale goals more interesting than Heroic Good Guy who always tries his best, would never sacrifice anyone, who's always dripping in self-loathing.

He's been forced to live for thousands of years. Can you imagine what that could possibly do to a person? Just how profoundly screwed his mind is?

If my time on earth was unlimited, if I had to come back to see the same cycle and patterns of events repeating endlessly, if I was betrayed time and time again, intentionall or not, I'd become pretty horrible cynical asf and detached from reality. I wouldn't value human life as much as I used to.

Yeah, the way I see it, neither Salem nor Ozpin should behave "Human" after centuries, if not thousands of years of being there.

Just because one is "good" and the other is "bad" doesn't mean either should be any less terrifying than the other.

Ozpin still has human flaws and attachments and psychological tendencies to keep repeating the same patterns - as far as the morality of his decisions goes, a lot of his logic should, by all means, be terrifying or incomprehensible.

Even if he WANTED to be genuine, he has a thousand years of experience of just socializing with people - a thousand years of knowledge of how people react and how they respond, as well as possible outcomes of their behavior - that alone would completely alter how he would approach even most basic conversations. Could he even interact with someone without accidentally manipulating them? Even your everyday person would have completely different reasoning and debating skills as a kid and as a grown adult - how different would be a person who had a thousand years to live and learn?

The weirdest thing about the show for me is how Salem seems to care about destroying the Kingdoms and stuff, let alone killing Ozpin and having him reincarnate again when that is a "mortal villain approach" at best - did she suddenly wake up one morning and go "Okay this year I am finally doing this thing that I haven't done for centuries for some reason"? After a thousand years, things like a Kingdom falling should basically be Tuesday to her and it should make no difference to her whether a Kingdom falls in a week or in a century.

That's another thing that would be different for an immortal - the perception of the flow of time.

For a mortal, a decade would be around one-eighth of their average lifespan - for an immortal, that same amount of time should be no different from a second. Even the simplest things like "Soon" would hold a completely different meaning for someone who lived a thousand years. We are talking about beings who should have a completely different understanding of patience and would plan on a completely different scope of time than mortal people.

Ozpin would absolutely attempt to hold on to his values and ideals over centuries - but I don't think he would be capable of holding on to the humanity behind those ideals. The Ozpin I am writing is completely dedicated to his vision of the future and hopeful for humanity, but also, at the same time more than willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure that vision. Most of his decisions are well weighed and made with intent of manipulating things on a grander scale, yet at the same time his incompatibility with human nature of mortals also creates more problems for him in the end.

Likewise, for Salem things like anger outbursts or impatience are beneath her - there's a certain unsettling niceness to her and how she's all too willing to help people achieve their dreams like some fairy godmother. Yet at the same time, every action she takes still fits her overall philosophy and worldview and benefits her in her "debate" with Ozpin.

Salem would give you everything you wanted, while Ozpin would convince you that you actually want the very same things as he does - yet neither of their actions would follow mortal logic and would, in the end, benefit the grander game at hand.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby rewrite #ozpin #professor ozpin #rwbyr asks #rwbyr stuff mine #salem #rwby salem