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sluttyshima · 2 years

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Enraptured

Content / Trigger Warnings: body image issues, a bit of angst with a happy ending, pining, polyamorous relationship, threesome, overuse of praise and pet names, dirty talk, very slight degradation (like one use of the word ‘slutty’), dominant Mitsuya, oral sex, ass play (male receiving), vaginal sex, cum play, cum eating, slight overstimulation, like one thigh slap, facial, aftercare

Characters: Takashi Mitsuya x chubby female reader x Hakkai Shiba

Words: ~7.7k

AN: repost from my old account

“Can you hand me a pin, pretty?” Mitsuya blindly holds out his hand towards you, his eyes still focused on the hem of the model’s skirt that he is currently adjusting.

Being careful not to stick him, you gently press the requested item into his hand. You watch curiously as he carefully fixes the length of the clothing. It’s a barely noticeable change to you, but he has an eye for these things that you simply do not.

He steps back, carefully inspecting his work. “Looks perfect,” he says finally.

You have to agree with him. The model is already gorgeous, with not a hair out of place, perfect bone structure, and skin that appears to glow thanks to the dewy makeup that has been applied. In his apparel, she looks ethereal. The shape of the clothing perfectly accentuates her trim waist and the round curves of her chest and rear.

She’s everything that you aren’t.

But she isn’t the only one. Even the photographer, hair stylists and makeup artists are perfectly put together. Everywhere you look, you are surrounded by men and women who look as if they’ve just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Now that you think about it, you may recognize one of them from a fashion magazine you were reading the other day.

It causes a pit to form in your stomach. You know that you don’t belong here. You’ve always known. Yet you continue to come, because you enjoy spending time with your two roommates, Takashi Mitsuya and Hakkai Shiba.

Moments like this, however, make you wish that you would have stayed home.

Your stomach suddenly begins to churn. The more rational side of you knows that Mitsuya is simply appreciating his own work, rather than the woman in front of him. He would never disrespect his boyfriend by openly gawking at other models. However, that doesn’t stop your insecurities from flaring up as you tell yourself that no one would ever look at you the way that he’s currently looking at her - or rather, the outfit that she’s wearing.

A breather, that’s what you need. You just need to take a step back and take a moment to push away your own feelings so that you can focus on assisting the man with his work. After racking your brain for a believable excuse to leave, you finally say, “Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten yet today. I can grab you a snack or something if you like.”

The man barely spares you a glance as he chuckles. “Nah, I’m good. You know that I can’t focus on anything else until my work is done. I bet that you’re starving though, huh? Go ahead and hit the buffet table, I’ve heard it’s got some pretty nice options today.”

At his words, you feel your forced smile fade. Is that really how he sees you? As someone who can’t even go a couple of hours without stuffing her face?

“Oh, okay, sure,” you respond in a monotone voice. “I’ll just… leave you to it, then.”

Perceptive as ever, Mitsuya notices your sudden chill in demeanor. He turns to you with a questioning gaze. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” you lie. “I must just be hangry. You know, because I always need to be eating.” It’s a passive aggressive response and you know it. Part of you wants to take the words back as soon as they leave your lips, but you don’t feel like sticking around and having to explain yourself. So instead, you simply turn on your heel and begin to walk away.

Behind you, you can hear him call out your name. But then the model begins speaking, pulling his attention away. You take the chance to escape, bolting away before he can stop you.

You’re half-heartedly picking at a plate of food when you feel a pair of long, thin arms wrap around your waist. A lanky man drapes himself over your back, fingers tickling your ribs playfully as his warm mouth leaves a loud smooch on your chubby cheek. It’s a familiar greeting, one that normally elicits a giggle from you. This time however, you simply sigh and remain still.

There’s a moment of hesitation before he turns you in his arms. Hakkai’s indigo eyes peer worriedly into yours, scarred lips turned down. “What’s wrong?”

Your first instinct is to brush off his concern. But in the end, your desire for comfort and understanding wins against your pride. Taking a deep breath, you lean your forehead against his chest and begin mumbling quietly.

“It’s just- I don’t feel like I belong here,” you admit. “Everyone here is so beautiful, and then there’s me. I just don’t feel like I measure up, you know?” Before he can respond, you chuckle darkly. “Wait, of course you wouldn’t know. You’re one of the beautiful ones. This is your world, not mine.”

Long, slender fingers cup your chin. You allow Hakkai to guide your face upwards until your gaze meets his. “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” he pleads. “That’s complete and utter bullshit. You’re by far the most gorgeous woman in the whole fucking world.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “C'mon, Kai. You’re just saying that to try to make me feel better.”

“Nope,” he disagrees, popping the p. With his free hand, he taps his index finger to your nose playfully. “I work with female models all the time, and I can never remember their faces the next day. But you, baby, you’re a vision that lingers in my mind constantly.”

Warmth overtakes you. His expression is so sincere as he leans down to tenderly kiss your forehead, letting his lips linger just a bit longer than necessary. When his forehead comes to rest against yours, the intimacy of the moment steals your breath away.

Stop it, stop it, you try to tell yourself. He’s one of your best friends, and a taken man. The only reason why he is so comfortable showing you affection like this is because he trusts that you would never overstep the boundaries of your friendship. You can’t let yourself break that trust. It would be a betrayal not only to him, but to the one he actually loves, Mitsuya.

Still, you find it difficult to only see the two as friends. Even after years of repressing your feelings for the couple, it never gets easier. How could you not fall for such perfect men?

“You’re just not feeling so good today, huh?” Luckily, Hakkai’s words break through the self-indulgent fantasies currently running rampant inside your mind. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls a sleek black credit card from his wallet and offers it to you with a wink. “Go spoil yourself a little. Get nice and pretty for Taka and I.”

It’s not the first time that he’s done this, and you find yourself automatically accepting the card out of habit. Both of your roommates seem to enjoy pampering you as often as you’ll let them. They always coo happily at you when you hand them back their card with your freshly manicured nails, or when you spin around to let them view your new outfit from every angle. You assume that it’s just their way of saying thank you for helping them out like this at their photo shoots.

“Okay,” you give in quickly, knowing that he’ll just keep insisting if you try to argue. “I’ll pick up dinner for the three of us on my way home, then.”

Standing on tiptoe, you give him a goodbye peck on the cheek before heading out of the building.

Normally you would take the opportunity to do some shopping and pick up a new outfit or two. But considering the current circumstances, you don’t really feel like trying on clothing. The clothing in stores never fits you the way that you expect it to, and you usually end up spending a good hour or two glaring at your reflection in the dressing room mirror before finding a single item you like enough to purchase.

So instead, you settle for a day at the salon. Slowly, your mood begins to lift as the masseuse releases the tension from your body. By the time you leave, freshly manicured and pedicured, you are feeling much better.

Things only continue to improve once you get home and find your best friends already waiting for you. It’s hard to stay upset when the two of them are constantly doting on you. Mitsuya takes the takeout bag from you, bringing your hand to his lips so that he can kiss your palm. He doesn’t mention your previous comment, forgiving you easily with no apology necessary. Meanwhile, Hakkai is already clinging to you, arms placed firmly around your waist from behind. You’re forced to waddle forward awkwardly when he refuses to let go.

You find warmth in their presence, and the desire to stay close to them has you suggesting eating dinner in the living room, where you can all snuggle up together on the couch. Both men agree, and you relax on the comfortable furniture while they dole out the food you had purchased.

The three of you fall into a comfortable silence as you eat. Television droning in the background, you lean back against the arm of the couch and dangle your legs over Mitsuya’s lap. He grins at you, letting a hand fall onto your calf so that he can massage the muscle as he leans into his boyfriend.

“Hmph, where’s my massage?” Hakkai pouts teasingly. “I’m so sore after all of that posing. I could really use a bit of affection from my two favorite people.”

Suddenly feeling a bit mischievous, you grab one of the couch pillows from behind your back. “How’s this for affection?” you ask, before launching the pillow at his face.

Eyes darkening evilly, he chuckles. “Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.” Before you can react, he grabs one of your ankles in a vice-like grip. He tickles your foot relentlessly, drawing peals of laughter from you as you squirm and kick your free leg in an attempt to free yourself.

“Takashi, help me!” you squeal.

“I’ll save you, princess!” Mitsuya pulls you into his lap and out of Hakkai’s grasp. He turns his body, effectively shielding you from the other man’s attack.

Giggling, you kiss his cheek with a loud smack. “My hero!” you exclaim. Peeking over his shoulder, you stick your tongue out at Hakkai, who is already pouting again.

He huffs theatrically, arms crossed over his chest. “Traitor,” he mumbles under his breath. “I don’t wanna sit next to you anymore, Taka.” As if to prove his point, he slides off of the couch and onto the floor where he sits cross-legged.

“C'mon you big baby.” You pat the cushion next to you invitingly. “If you don’t want to sit next to him, come sit next to me instead. You just have to promise that you won’t try to tickle me again.”

Perking up, he nods. “Deal!” He clambers up onto the couch beside you and opens his arms invitingly. “How 'bout a hug to make our truce official?”

Mitsuya watches the two of you fondly as you climb from his lap into Hakkai’s. Straddling his hips, you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle into him. He holds you close as he drops his head, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

It’s one of those moments that you wish that you could live in forever. If you could freeze time and spend the rest of your life right here, you would. The affection warms you from inside out, and it’s enough to make you temporarily forget about everything else.

And then Mitsuya is tapping his boyfriend’s shoulder, and the two exchange a look. Before you can even ask what’s happening, you’re being moved out of Hakkai’s lap so that he can stand. Just like that, you feel your heart drop. Your fantasies are shattered as you watch the taller of the two reach out and help the other up, their fingers remaining intertwined afterwards.

The parting is inevitable yet it hurts every time. You expect them to bid you goodnight, disappearing into their shared bedroom where they will probably fall asleep in each other’s arms, while you are left awake and alone. Just like always.

But to your surprise, both of them grab one of your hands and pull you to your feet to join them. “We have a surprise for you,” Mitsuya explains with a grin as he pulls you down the hallway.

“We were gonna wait for your birthday,” the other man adds. “But we decided that we’re sick of waiting.”

Your questions are ignored as they guide you towards the third bedroom that serves as Mitsuya’s workspace. It’s not a room that you’ve spent a lot of time in due to your worry of distracting the designer. So once inside, you take a moment to look around.

There are several mannequins of differing sizes, and a few clothing racks. Sewing supplies and a variety of fabrics litter the space. The desk pressed against one wall of the room is cluttered with sketches of clothing designs. You lean forward to get a closer look, expecting the sort of outfits that your friend normally designs. Instead, you are surprised to find that every single one of them is a design for lingerie.

“Do you like them?”

You jump when Mitsuya whispers right into your ear. His laughter warms your skin before he pulls back and studies you with arms crossed over his chest. For a brief moment, his normal confidence is replaced by something else - trepidation, perhaps?

“They’re beautiful,” you answer honestly. “I was just surprised. You haven’t ever designed anything like this in the past. What inspired this?”

The man glances over at Hakkai, who nods encouragingly. He takes a deep breath, and you feel a pit of worry in your gut. The atmosphere has suddenly changed, and you could cut the tension with a knife when he finally speaks.

“You inspired it.”

This time when you look at the sketches, you start to notice small details about them that you had missed before. Each design has been given personal touches that are perfectly catered to your preferences. There’s no doubt in your mind that he is telling the truth. These are all for you.

“I wanted to have a few more of the pieces finished before showing you.” Mitsuya reaches towards one of the clothing racks, carefully removing a single item from its protective garment bag. “So far, this is the only one that’s done. It’s probably my favorite, and I couldn’t help but get a head start on it.” He offers you a sheepish smile. “Do you like it?”

It’s quite possibly his most gorgeous work yet. The babydoll is pristine white, the cups of the bra decorated with floral lace that leads into the thin straps. Beneath the bust, the sheer fabric seems just long enough to fall to around mid-thigh. The lacy white panties match perfectly, completing the outfit.

“I love it,” you reply honestly. “But I don’t understand. Why would you go to all of this work just for me? Not that I don’t appreciate it, of course! I just want to know your reasoning.”

“Well, the truth is,” Mitsuya speaks slowly before pausing. He’s hesitant, more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. But then Hakkai takes his hand and squeezes it encouragingly, and it seems to give him the courage he needs. “The two of us have fallen in love with you.”

Your jaw drops as you glance from one man to the other. This is some sort of cruel joke, it has to be. There’s no way that both of the men that you’ve been pining over for god knows how long, would actually return your feelings.

But they are completely serious. There are no signs of teasing, no indication that they are being anything but completely honest. They look so vulnerable like this, as they anxiously await your response.

“So,” you speak slowly, stalling for time as you attempt to wrap your brain around this new piece of information. “This- this is a confession?”

They nod in unison.

“We tried to kind of ease you into it.” Hakkai steps forward, reaching for you instinctively before stopping and letting his hands fall back to his sides. “I mean, we pretty much outright told you that we loved you. Multiple times, in fact.”

“I thought you meant as friends!” Suddenly, you’re thinking back to every interaction you’ve had with either of them over the past several months. Every affectionate touch, ever sweet compliment. They really did make it glaringly obvious. You had just been too dense to recognize what they had been doing.

You should be ecstatic. This is literally a dream come true. You’ve wanted both of them for so long, hiding your love for them and forcing yourself to be content with simply being a friend. Now, they are offering you everything that you’ve been longing for on a silver platter.

Yet your insecurities won’t let you believe it. Not yet.

“Why?” you ask, hesitantly. “I just- the two of you are both surrounded by beauty on a daily basis as part of your job. Why would you ever want to settle for me?”

“Settle?” There’s a dark, almost angry tone to Mitsuya’s voice that you’ve never heard. “Baby, don’t you dare sell our emotions short.”

Hakkai interrupts, gently squeezing his boyfriend’s shoulder to help calm him down. “We love you because of everything you are and everything you’re not. There isn’t a single thing about you that we don’t find perfect.”

He turns to the other man, who nods approvingly. “Your beauty has been an inspiration to me for a long time now,” Mitsuya admits. “Whenever I get burnt out, and feel like I have nothing left to give, you manage to pull me out of my creative slump without even trying. You’re a goddess, and it hurts me every time I see you turning a blind eye to your own perfection.”

Never before has your heart felt so full. They love you. They want you. They desire you. It’s not enough to completely vanish the intrusive thoughts that plague you on a daily basis. But you can’t deny the sincerity and complete acceptance that they are both showing you. It puts your doubts to rest, if only for the current moment.

“I love you. Both of you.” Your trembling lips finally speak the words that you’ve been too scared to say. They flow from you with surprising ease, and it immediately feels as if a weight has lifted from you. “So… what happens next? I know that any relationship takes work, but this sort of thing - polyamory - it’s not easy. I already have so many insecurities. Are you sure that this is something you really want?”

It takes less than a second for you to find yourself trapped between the two men as they embrace you. “We wouldn’t have brought this up to you if we weren’t sure,” Mitsuya says, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“We’ve been talking about it for weeks,” Hakkai adds. “And if you accept joining our relationship, we promise to be completely honest and open with you. We’re willing to take things as slowly as you want. Or, if you don’t think that this sort of thing is for you, nothing has to change between us. As long as we get to be in your life, support you and love you as your friends, that’s all we really want.”

You shake your head adamantly. “I want this.” Looking between the two of them, you smile softly. “As long as you both want me, I’m all yours.”

Mitsuya is the first to react. He cups your face in his hands, breath mingling with yours. “Can I kiss you?” he asks as his thumbs tenderly brushes against the apples of your cheek. As soon as you give permission, he tilts his head and slots his lips against yours. They are soft and warm, tasting of the cherry chapstick he wears so diligently. It’s a sweet kiss - chaste, innocent, sincere.

When he pulls back, it’s just enough for his forehead to press against yours. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs dreamily. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

“Well, not all yours.” The other male interrupts. Hands on your hips, he turns you to face him. One hand going to the back of your neck, he massages the skin softly. “Is it my turn?”

Giggling, you lean forward and bring your mouth to his. He catches you off guard when he deepens the kiss. His head tilts, tongue darting out to trace your lower lip. Your surprised gasp gives him just the opening he was looking for. The pink muscle brushes against yours teasingly before pulling back, leaving you whining at the sudden loss.

You’re confused when Hakkai turns away from you so suddenly after such a passionate kiss. But he’s quick to return his sights to you, and this time he’s holding the lingerie that Mitsuya had designed. He holds it up to your body, as if imagining how it will fit you.

“How about you put on a little fashion show, just for the three of us. What do you say, baby?” As he speaks, the hand that isn’t holding the outfit slips beneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing circles into the bare skin of your hip.

Hesitating, you bite your lip. The thought of being so bare in front of them is a little intimidating. What if they change their mind when they see your body, no longer hidden by the layers of clothing?

“You don’t have to,” Mitsuya reassures you. “If this dumbass is being too eager, just say the word and I’ll put him in his place.” He gently smacks his palm against the other male’s head, simply grinning at the resulting shriek and the glare that his boyfriend sends him.

The tension you were feeling dissolves slightly as you giggle. “No, I think- I think it’s okay.” You reach for the clothing. “Um, should I just change right here, or…?”

“I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable undressing in your own room.” Mitsuya gives you an understanding smile. “If you don’t like the way that it looks, or if it doesn’t fit right, you don’t have to show us. But make sure to take note of anything you don’t like so that I can fix it for you.”

Nodding, you press the outfit to your chest as you walk towards your room. You can hear their footsteps following you from a respectable distance. Your hands are shaking slightly, and you aren’t sure if it’s from nerves or excitement.

You fumble with your clothing, shedding each article much more slowly than you normally would. Once you are naked, you take the time to trace your finger over the lingerie that had been designed just for you. It’s too exquisite, you think. Too beautiful for someone who looks like you. You have no idea how many hours were spent on this single outfit, but you knew that it was surely far more than you deserved.

No, you scold yourself. You wouldn’t let your doubts belittle the thought and care that Mitsuya had put into this gift. Even if it meant repeatedly fighting that little voice inside your head whispering that you weren’t good enough for it, for them.

You kept your back turned to the mirror as you carefully slipped into the lingerie. It slid easily against your skin, no pinching or squeezing like you were used to when trying on more intimate apparel. As far as you could tell, the measurements were perfect. Now all that was left was to see how it looked. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards the floor-length mirror.

The babydoll was flawless. It perfectly enhanced your natural body shape, and the panties were comfortable yet flattering in the way that they snugly fit the globes of your ass. You had no complaints… about the clothing, that is.

It took effort to keep your gaze from wandering to your exposed skin. Everything that you were self conscious about was now exposed and on display. The rolls, the stretch marks, the parts that jiggled. They were about to see all of it.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” As if sensing your anxiety, Mitsuya called to you from the other side of the door. “You don’t have to show us, even though I’m sure you look incredible.”

“Incredible?” Hakkai snickers, trying and failing to keep quiet. “I bet she looks fucking sexy as hell, is how she looks.”

You can’t help but giggle. Their dumb back and forth teasing is so familiar to you. It calms you slightly, gives you just enough confidence to stride over to the door and yank it open.

“Well?” you ask. You stare from one of them to the other, waiting for their reactions. “What do you think?”

Hakkai rakes his wide eyes up and down your form, mouth hung open in awe. He licks his lips, swallowing thickly before mumbling simply, “Damn.” He seems to be trying to think of something else to say, but all that comes out is another, “Damn.”

“Fucking perfect.” Your gaze moves to Mitsuya when he speaks. The way he looks at you - it’s an expression you’ve seen so many times before. It’s the way he looks at his designs when they finally come together perfectly, a mixture of pride and wonderment. Only this time, it isn’t for the clothing.

It’s for you.

Your face heats beneath the intensity of their stares. A familiar feeling of want begins to form in the pit of your stomach. And it only grows when you notice that both of the men are sporting bulges that they make no effort to hide from you.

“You know, I bet you’d look even better in nothing at all.” Hakkai finally regains his ability to speak as he sidles over to you. His hands reach beneath the sheer fabric to glide up and down your sides before lifting to rest on your shoulders. “No offense to Taka, of course.”

The man in question simply chuckles. “Oh no, I completely agree with you. My skills could never compare to such a natural beauty.” He takes your hand in his, raising it to his lips while never taking his eyes off of yours. “You are far more stunning than anything I could ever design, angel.”

While you are distracted by Mitsuya, Hakkai takes the opportunity to hook his thumbs beneath the straps of the lingerie. He slides them down your shoulders slowly, tracing your skin with his fingers as he does so.

“Is this okay?” he asks. All traces of teasing are gone from his voice as he searches your face. “If I’m moving too fast, let me know. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

He’s giving you one last chance to back out of this. If you give him permission, he will strip you until there is nothing to hide you from the hungry gaze of the two men. You’ll be completely exposed to them both, vulnerable to their visual critique.

“Keep going,” you say. “I- I want to keep going.”

Hakkai walks you backwards into your room as he fumbles with the lingerie. Too embarrassed to watch as he undresses you, instead you look past him, searching. When you find Mitsuya, your throat tightens and your mouth goes dry at the sight.

He’s leaning against the doorframe, slowly stroking himself through the layers of clothing. His smile is almost predatory when he catches you staring. When he winks, you quickly turn your head in an attempt to hide your expression. Despite the intimate actions that you are currently taking part in, the unadulterated lust in his gaze still manages to take you off guard.

“Oh my fucking god,” Hakkai steals your attention with a whimper. You shiver slightly as he stares at your now nude form. His eyes are dark, pupils blown and almost completely swallowing the indigo irises. “Can I touch you? Please?”

As soon as you nod your approval, he is moving. He cups your breasts in both hands, humming in contentment at their weight. His fingers are soft as they trail along your skin.

“Shit, you’re so soft,” he coos. “Taka, you gotta feel her. You gotta-”

“Hakkai.” There’s a sudden authoritative tone to Mitsuya’s voice that causes both you and the other man to snap to attention. “I think I can decide for myself what I 'gotta’ do. Don’t you?”

There’s a palpable tension in the room as the power shifts. Hakkai remains as frozen as you, the two of you simply waiting for some sort of command. It feels as if you shouldn’t even breathe without permission.

“Strip, love,” Mitsuya says. Lavender eyes appraise the two of you as the taller man scrambles to obey. “I want to admire the two most beautiful humans in the entire world, together.”

Lean muscle is revealed for your viewing pleasure as Hakkai practically tears his shirt in his haste to remove it. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, both in magazines and in person. Yet he seems somehow even more beautiful now that he’s yours to admire, yours to touch.

“Go on, angel, you can touch him.” As if reading your mind, Mitsuya gives you permission to do exactly what you’ve been wanting. “His nipples are especially sensitive. Try rolling them between your fingers, he whines so pretty when you do it.”

Sure enough, the room is soon filled with high-pitched whines as you let your hands wander across the man’s tall frame. You tease one pink bud between thumb and forefinger while your other hand traces the lines of his abs. It’s impossible not to marvel at the way his stomach tightens, muscles contracting as his shoulders hunch and he barely seems able to keep from doubling over.

The two of you continue to obey the commands given to you without question. You are currently caught in a sloppy, heated kiss, and Hakkai can’t keep his hands in one place. One moment they’re squeezing their ass. The next, one is tangled in your hair while the other keeps a bruising grip on your waist.

Meanwhile you are struggling to remove his pants as you were ordered. There is barely enough space between the two of you to fit your hands. But you finally manage to tug them down past his hips. They fall, pooling around his ankles. His boxers are much easier to maneuver, and within seconds he is whimpering as he grinds his bare cock against you.

Unable to resist the urge, you pull away so that you can get a good look at him. He takes the opportunity to kick his discarded clothing out of the way. You barely notice though, too entranced by the sight of him.

His cock is pretty, long and thin with a single prominent vein along one side. The head is flushed pink, with a single drop of pearlescent precum beading at the slit. He is shaved completely bare - a prerequisite of his job that he’s complained about more than once.

“You want to taste it, don’t you?” Once again, Mitsuya manages to know exactly what you are thinking. “Go ahead, baby. Get on your knees and suck him.”

Hakkai watches with eyes half lidded as you obediently sink down until you are level with his length. His breathing hitches when you lap up the precum, the bitter flavor filling your mouth. You kitten lick the head before wrapping your lips around it and sucking.

He instinctively bucks his hips forward, forcing himself further into your mouth. You gag as he hits the back of your throat, and he immediately pulls back. “Shit, sorry! Your mouth just feels so good.”

He’s more careful as you begin slowly moving up and down, letting you set the pace as you slowly take more of him. Your hand wraps around the base, stroking what you can’t fit in time with the bobbing of your head. His hands gather up your hair, holding it back in a makeshift ponytail.

Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you continue to gag on his cock. You try to keep your throat relaxed, letting his length work it open to take as much of him as you can. The pleasured sounds that he makes are more than worth the difficulty that you know you’ll have speaking later.

“Fuck,” Mitsuya groans from where he stands in the entrance of your room. He’s discarded his shirt now, revealing a toned torso criss-crossed with a few thin white scars. No longer content with just watching, he beckons you with a single finger. “C'mere, both of you.”

Hakkai helps you up, supporting you as feeling returns in prickles to your numb legs. Once you are steady, he turns his attention to his boyfriend. Practiced hands begin removing what remains of the other man’s clothing.

“You looked so fucking good with his dick bulging in that pretty throat.” Mitsuya wraps his fingers around your throat, pressing down just enough for you to feel the pressure. “But I bet you’ll look even better when mine is splitting you open.”

As the last of his clothing is discarded, you look down just in time to watch as his cock is freed from the confines of his briefs. It’s shorter than Hakkai’s, but thick with a fat head that is sure to stretch you out nicely.

His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye as he captures you in a kiss that is surprisingly tender. Backing you closer to the bed with each sweet brush of his tongue against yours, he stops when the back of your knees hit the mattress. Turning to the other man, he gestures for him to join the two of you.

“Lay down on your back, handsome.” Mitsuya pulls his boyfriend in for a brief kiss before lightly shoving him towards the bed. Then his attention comes back to you. “Are you okay with riding him? Do we need condoms? Both of us are clean, but if pregnancy is a concern-”

“I’m on birth control,” you interrupt. “No condoms.”

The desperation in your voice is impossible to hide. Now that all of the things that you’ve fantasized about are finally happening, you don’t want anything in between you and them. You want to feel the warmth of them inside of you as they stuff you full of their cum.

You soon find yourself straddling Hakkai’s hips, dragging your soaking cunt up and down his throbbing length, coating him in your slick. Steadying yourself with a hand on his muscular abs, you throw your head back in pleasure as he catches against your clit with every stroke. The stimulation is driving you crazy, wanting more, needing to feel him inside of you.

Mitsuya sits across from you, face flushed as the other man’s tongue eagerly probes at his asshole. He leans forward to kiss you again, one hand cupping your breast and teasing the perky bud while the other guides Hakkai’s cock to your entrance.

“Fuck him, baby,” he pants. “Wanna see how well you take him.”

Cooing encouragement, Mitsuya helps you slowly lower onto Hakkai’s length. He brings a thumb to your clit, the pleasure easing the way for you to fully seat yourself. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, sweat beading at your hairline. No one has ever reached this deeply inside of you before, and you can’t tell if the sensation you feel is pleasure or pain.

“You’re doing so good, angel.” His voice is strained as he tries to focus on you, instead of the tongue squirming inside of his ass. He leans forward to pepper your face with kisses. “Start nice and slow, okay? We’re not in any rush. You can take all the time you need.”

As you slowly bounce up and down, the pain eases into pure pleasure. The man beneath you begins to buck up into you, the force of his thrusts sending your body tumbling forward into the other man’s waiting arms. He traces his fingers up and down your spine, the other tangling in your hair as he catches your lower lip between his teeth.

While he kisses you roughly, you wrap your fingers around his neglected cock. He moans into your mouth as you begin stroking him, slowly spreading the precum that has gathered at the tip down the rest of his length. You set a slow pace, enough to stimulate him but not enough to let him finish too quickly.

It’s a little overwhelming, being with both of them. There are two pairs of hands on you, one clinging to your hips and the other groping your breasts. One long cock is nudging against your cervix while another throbs in your hand.

“Getting close, pretty boy?” Mitsuya grinds his ass down on Hakkai’s tongue, giving the other man no chance to answer. “Bet you wanna cum in that pretty pussy.”

You can feel as he throbs inside of you at the other man’s words. His movements become more frantic, drawing a moan out of you as he drags deliciously against your gummy walls. The angle of his thrusts has him pressing against your g-spot, and you tense as the pleasure begins to build up.

“Cum.”

The simple command is enough to tip you over the edge of bliss. Your orgasm triggers Hakkai’s, who gives one more sloppy thrust before flooding you with warmth. He groans loudly, “Fuck baby, you’re milking me so good, oh my god.”

A hand catches your face as your head tilts forward, suddenly too heavy for you to lift on your own. “You did so good, angel,” Mitsuya whispers against your lips. “Look so pretty when you cum for us. Think you can give us a couple more?”

“Mhm,” you agree quickly. “Wanna make you feel good too, Taka. Wan’ you inside, please, need it so bad.”

He silences you by stuffing three fingers into your mouth. You immediately obey the unspoken request, sucking on the appendages and lolling your tongue around them. There’s a pleasant haze clouding your mind, leaving you barely able to think about anything but your desperation to please the two men.

“Shh, be a good girl and wait a bit for me, yeah?” He pulls you off of Hakkai, gently laying you down with your back on the bed. Sliding down your body, he parts your thighs, peppering them with kisses. “You’re such a mess down here, fuck. Let me help you baby, I’ll get you nice and clean. Then I’ll give you my cock since you’re beggin’ for it so nicely.”

While Mitsuya trails open mouthed kisses up your thighs, the other male curls into your side. He mouths at your jawline, your neck, your collarbone. Littering purple marks on your skin, he marks you lazily, hands groping your stomach, chest, and waist as he does so.

It’s so much happening at once, too much for you, still sensitive from your orgasm. You begin to squirm, but a sharp swat to your inner thigh stills you and causes you to gasp in shock. Light purple eyes look up at you from between your legs as he frowns at you. “Be still,” he orders. “All you need to do is lay there and look pretty while I lick this slutty little hole clean. Got it?”

Before you can even form the words in your mind, he’s sliding his hands beneath your hips. Sitting back on his heels, he lifts your lower half until your cunt is right in front of his mouth. Flicking his tongue against your clit, he smirks at your resulting moan before burying his face between your legs.

He eats you like a man starved. His tongue pushes past your entrance, scooping out the mixture of yours and Hakkai’s cum and swallowing it with a satisfied groan. Smacking his lips, his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“So fucking good.”

It doesn’t take long for the men to work you back up to your high. While Mitsuya wraps his lips around your clit and sucks with just the right amount of pressure, Hakkai’s face is buried between your breasts. He’s leaving sloppy kisses as his fingers pinch and lightly tug at your nipples.

Your second orgasm hits you much more suddenly than the first. Tremors wrack your body and your vision goes white. But neither of them pull away, leaving you whining and trying to push their heads away as the overstimulation becomes too much for you.

There’s no chance to catch your breath. Hakkai moves out of the way, kneeling above you and giving Mitsuya the room he needs to hover his body over yours. Propping himself up on one elbow, he grips his length in the other hand and begins guiding it up and down your slit, coating himself in your slick. You shudder as he bumps against your clit, the overly sensitive bundle of nerves still throbbing from your last orgasm.

“Think you’re ready to take me, angel?” he asks. “If you need to tap out-”

“No!” you don’t even let him finish the sentence. “I want you to fuck me, Taka. Please, you promised that you would.”

He leans his forehead against yours as he guides his cock to your entrance. “Okay pretty baby. I’m gonna go nice and slow, but let me know if it hurts.”

Despite all of the prep and having already taken Hakkai, it burns as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You imagine that it would hurt no matter how slowly he inched inside of you. But he’s being so gentle, reaching for your hand and twining his fingers with yours.

“You’re doing so good,” he praises. “Taking me so well, pretty girl.”

When his hips finally press flush against yours, he gives you a moment to catch your breath. His lips ghost your skin - your forehead, cheeks, even your nose. Once he feels your walls beginning to relax around him, he nuzzles his nose against yours. “I’m gonna move now, okay?”

He begins thrusting slowly, letting you feel each and every drag of his length inside of you. The pleasure has you digging your fingers into his back, locking your legs around his hips. You want him as close to you as possible, sharing the same breath as he fucks you tenderly.

Something slaps against your cheek, drawing your attention to Hakkai. He kneels at the side of your head, his neglected cock hard again as he fists it over you. “Forget about me already?” he pouts. “Let’s fix that, okay baby?”

He supports the back of your head with one hand, holding it up so that you can suckle the tip of his length. Throwing his head back, he moans loudly as your lips wrap around him. He continues jerking himself off, doing most of the work himself while spreading your saliva down his shaft, using it as lube. “Fuck yeah baby, just keep sucking the tip, just like that.”

There’s a sudden shift in position as Mitsuya grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes them towards your chest. He’s hitting you deeper now than before, thrusting harder. Your breasts and stomach jiggle with each harsh slap of his hips against yours.

“God, you feel so good, angel,” he pants. “That perfect pussy of yours is just sucking me in. You’re squeezin’ me so good, so fucking tight.”

“Holy shit, you look so good with your tits bouncin’ like that.” Hakkai joins in on the praise. His voice is tight, and his hand begins moving more frantically. “Fuck, ’m gonna cum. Gonna paint that pretty face with it, you want that baby?”

Pulling off his dick with an audible pop, you nod. “Wan’ your cum, Kai. Wanna be covered in it.” You let your tongue loll out of your mouth, wanting to taste him.

“Fuck,” he grunts. You can see the muscles in his stomach tensing as he gives in to the pleasure. Several ropes of white coat your face, some of it landing on your tongue. You lick your lips, making a show of swallowing what you can.

Hakkai scoops up a glob of his spend, shoving his fingers in your mouth. “That’s right baby, tell me how I taste. Good, huh?”

While you suck the cum from the other man’s fingers, Mitsuya’s thrusts are beginning to become sloppy. His brow is furrowed as he tries to stave off his impending orgasm just a little longer. Thumb coming to rub tight circles against your clit, he pleads, “Gimme one more, wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

Your third orgasm isn’t as intense as the others. It’s a gentle wave of pleasure, carrying you somewhere far above your body. Senses fuzzy, you can barely make out the sound of your name on his lips as he fills you with his warm load.

“C'mon sweetheart, are you with us?”

You blink your eyes open, not even realizing that you had closed them. Mitsuya’s face fills your vision, his lips turning up in a smile as he meets your gaze. “There’s our girl. Are you okay? We didn’t go too rough on you, did we?”

Shaking your head 'no’, you return the smile. “It was perfect,” you say. Turning your head, you find Hakkai hovering on the other side of you. “Both of you were perfect.”

They work together to clean you up, gently wiping the drying cum from your face and thighs. Once you are clean and comfortable, they sandwich you between them on the bed. Arms surround you from either side, leaving you completely cocooned in their shared embrace.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy,” you admit. “I love you both so much.”

Pressing his lips to your neck, Hakkai chuckles against your skin. “Love you too, baby.” He nips playfully before soothing the spot with a kiss. “Everything about you is perfect. You may not believe it now, but we’ll tell you every day until you do.”

“We love you,” Mitsuya echoes. “And we always will.”

#takashi mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #hakkai shiba #hakkai x reader #tokyo revengers #mitsuya smut #hakkai smut #chubby reader #tokyo revengers smut #body image tw

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princeblack · 24 days

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cleaning the fan switches takes forever, using a rag that’s quickly becoming too greasy for the job. the winds of tatooine are heavy today, making the sand sting his eyes as he works. he pulls his scarf up over his face, squinting as he reaches to clean the last switch.

no one bothers him in his work because he belongs to watto, resident toydarian, junk dealer and human trafficker. regulus grew up in slavery, being put to work as soon as he was old enough to pick up a wrench. his mother always told him he was a miracle, her gift from above when she was purchased by the hutts. she said she was given him to save her; her one and only joy in a bleak, unforgiving life.

and regulus tried to be a good son, despite how difficult it was sometimes surviving the harsh weather of tatooine, bringing food home for his mother and learning tasks most would consider too complex for his age. but he became an expert pilot as young as eight years old, building droids on the side. watto found out about most of them, selling them so he couldn’t make any money. but he managed to get compensation for at least a few he built in creative places, slowly stockpiling his family’s meager savings. if it weren’t for the transmitters he needed to disable, he could’ve escaped this planet by now.

he’s almost done with his task, letting the scarf fall from his face. just then he’s interrupted by the rumbling voice of watto, beckoning him into the shop in huttese. regulus begrudgingly gets up, hurrying back into the dusty junkshop. it’s empty except for watto and two figures; an older man with dark brown hair, dressed in a poncho, and a young girl around his age. her beauty makes him do a double take, surprised by the sight of the prettiest face he’s ever seen. people aren’t often beautiful like this; in fact, they never are. she’s almost ethereal, from her soft auburn braids to her perfectly sculpted features. she has big blue eyes, full lips and a delicate bone structure. there’s almost an innocent, clean look about her, as if she doesn’t belong on this planet. regulus has seen many traders and pilots and sometimes their children, but none looked like like her.

“coona tee-tocky malia?” watto demands angrily in huttese, asking regulus what took so long.

“mel tassa cho-passa,” regulus responds, assuring him he was cleaning like he was tasked.

"chut! chut! gando doe wallya. me dwana no bata." he practically barks the words, demanding regulus watch the shop so he can do business out back. his yellow eyes are narrowed almost greedily at the man in the poncho, who regulus assumes is about to be swindled out of whatever money he owns. the blue toydarian’s wings flap as he leads the older man from the building, a nasty smirk revealing those yellowed tusks jutting from his mouth.

regulus wonders if the princess still standing in the junkshop has ever seen a toydarian before. he strides over to the counter, taking a seat on it and fixing curious green eyes on her. “you must be from one of the moons of iego. i heard from a space pilot once that angels live there– the most beautiful creatures anyone's seen in the known universe.” his tone is light-hearted, although he means every word. she’s the most gorgeous person he’s ever met, and there’s something angelic about her.

he doesn’t know that she’s the naboo queen undercover, anonymously trying to help a jedi find parts to repair their ship so they can make it to coruscant and report on an invasion on her planet from the trade federation. he only knows that she’s beautiful and far too clean for tatooine, seeming like a fish out of water. he’s drawn to her; some tug that he can’t ignore. he knows better than to ask for details about her business or how she wound up in the outer rim, because one of the first lessons he learned as a slave was not to ask customers for details. it was bad for business. / @devcted

#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( prose ) .#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. bexley ) .

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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Here, have some fashion suggestions (brands and designers) if you need ideas or references for an art piece. These skew heavily to my own tastes, but hey. Gotta start somewhere!

Paolo Sebastian's "Once Upon a Dream" collection is a megafave, but all of his stuff is good for the whimsical pastels vibe. Also does bridal.

Egyptian revival: I would definitely look into Cucculelli Shaheen, specifically the Alucinato collection. This seems really specific but ngl I just really want to rec them. Also does bridal.

There are a lot of bridal designers out there, but there are two (well, one bridal, and one bridal-adjacent) that I love for large ballgowns: - Mak Tumang does a lot of structured hemlines and stiff skirts, brightly saturated colors with a very costume ballgown vibe, the sort of thing you'd see in a masquerade scene in a fantasy movie. Good for a red carpet, IMO. (Not primarily bridal) - Kiyoko Hata tends to have more pastels and slightly desaturated jewel tones, with much less of a structure in favor of petticoats to build the shape, more layering of sheer fabrics. Very swishy. (Primarily a bridal designer) - For more 'normal' bridal in a standard palette, I'd look into Kim Kassas, Berta, Galia Lahav, Madeline Gardner, Krikor Jabotian, Rita Vinieris, Sophie Couture, Jimmy Choo, Julie Vino Glam, Vera Wang, Hian Tjen, Essense of Australia, Hayley Paige, Randy Fenoli.

For tea dresses (like a past-the-knee petticoat dress you wear to a garden party where you pretend to be rich) and general semi-formal: - The Matoshi sisters tend to work a lot with mesh and embroidery. Their floral elements tend to be very Secret Garden. They have some vintage inspiration in their bodices sometimes, but overall their boned bodice dresses are just really cool overall. - Chotronette have a similar style, but where the Matoshi tend to have a single heavier layer at the top with designs, Chotronette's are much more light-and-layered, and while they do have some floral, they use more celestial themes. They have a few designs that dip a bit into armor-inspired looks without going full fantasy costume. - IMO the best way to talk about the two in contrast is that the Matoshi sisters feel more solid and vintage-inspired, while Chotronette are more ethereal and fantasy-inspired.

Mark Bumgarner: For big structured skirts that straddle the line between tea dress and gown, but IMO he's a bit hit or miss. Good floral embroidery, though.

Red carpet and evening wear: There are a handful of designers that are just. Insanely good imo, and those are Zuhair Murad, Ziad Nakad, and Elie Saab. All three are really big names, and I wasn't sure until I checked but all are Lebanese, so I guess Lebanon just has a really good fashion industry. I believe most of them (definitely at least Saab and Murad) do bridal as well.

Girl's casual fashion: "All Pretty Girls" boutique

Professional wear: Poem Bangkok do some Ridiculously cool office wear ombre stuff, and the lines on their stuff are SO clean.

Chinese fusion: Heaven Gaia is also one of those brands that does a lot of work with ombre, but they lean into their roots a bit more than Poem. They have some massively cool work with embroidery, mandarin collars, capes, and so on.

Witchy looks: - Linda Friesen has some major vibes with 3D printed elements around the shoulders; good for fantasy costume territory. - Wulgaria Evil: If you want something a bit more high school/college goth.

Royal Black Corsetry for, well, corsets; the head of the company specializes in custom tailoring.

If you're looking to get into fashion for references, I would also follow blogs like @wedding-affair, @fashion-runways, @lacetulle, and @evermore-fashion.

For a more vintage reference set, @sartorialadventure is a good starting point, as is @lookingbackatfashionhistory.

If you're into lolita fashion, I'd rec @lolita-wardrobe

#fashion #Phoenix Posts #references

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vox-monstera · 3 months

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For the birds 🦜🐦

Hey! Thank you so much for sending this ask! 💖

Here's the game, for anyone interested in playing.

🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

Silver stars litter the powder sky, hazy puffs of white gliding over a pink horizon. The acrid smell of sulfur hangs heavy in the air, sun-soaked asphalt scorching against V’s road-rashed flesh. Jagged pebbles bite into her shoulder, mercilessly marking her as turns onto her side, the rosy tint in her gaze following the shifting of her swollen eye. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” she seethes through a fractured jaw, the aching in her bones not nearly as painful as her loss. The scuffed Hella vanishes behind clouds of smoke and cinnabar dust, obscured by the dilapidated structures leading back towards Night City.

🐦 a romantic quote (can be sweet or sad or sexy, or just your favorite interaction between them!)

Four days. And, somehow, River has not been able to forget the softness of V’s bronze skin against his palms. Damn near ethereal, is how he would describe it. Every single night he’s spent with her for the past few weeks has been absolute fucking bliss; she plays his body like a symphony, anticipating every rise and fall, understanding every desire. From the moment their eyes met, he’s been trapped in the labyrinth that is her. There was a magnetism River couldn’t explain… Something about the way she looked at him, almost as if right through him, enthralled him instantly.

#ask games #oc: vox #river ward #my writing

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glitchypsi · 3 months

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hey does naz have a skeleton (💀) ?

excellent question!

keep these questions coming. i'm happy to answer them. Short answer: it depends

Long answer: it depends on the form.

Unstructured Ethereal-category forms such as fire, water, magma, plasma and such do not have internal structures that can be considered "bone". Instead, Naz uses his own energy to conserve the shape he desires to have at any given moment and the strength of this energy is what gives these forms its structure rather than internal supports (also why these forms are, relatively so, more costly to maintain!)

Structured Ethereal-category forms such as rubber, metal, tree, wood (yes, they're different), may instead opt for specialized support structures so energy does not have to be used as much for support and the form can have its own sustainability, which may be compromised in different ways but restructured back like a UE-category form.

ORGANIC forms on the other hand, are more akin to actual flesh and bone, so yes! they also do have a skeleton. They're the easier to uphold energy wise because they don't need to be reformed the same way as E/UE forms, but it comes with their own organic being drawbacks. Shapeshifting in the organic form requires organic energy. That being said, the bone structure in the organic forms can change drastically, but he has a preference. One particular emphasis to make on structure are body parts that have darker stripes than usual. By default, this tends to be the tail. Those stripers are a bio-marker that signifies this particular part is designed to shapeshift often. Why the tail? Many reasons. I'll keep those for another moment.

The tail's bone structure is unlike a normal tail's, and is much more flexible especially for the uses he gives it and the regular uses you'd imagine for a tail.

Just for the record, the tail can change size. That alone should say how flexible these bone structures have to be.

The rest of the body changes slower, but it may also become faster.

#psi xl #porynaz #psi ask

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subliminallyroki · 10 months

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I thought you guys might enjoy reading me infodump about my watcher and avian head canons, so uh here ya go! (This also relates to some of the hcs I have for Grian)

All avians are short (4-5 feet) and have bird-like double jointed legs. Their bones are hollow, but flexible, and their skeleton is more fit for to be streamlined. Specifically their skull has a less defined nose that allows for them to not suffocate when flying at high speeds. The muscular structure is and the muscles themselves are different from a regular human. For example, four pecs (two for arms, two for wings). Internal organs are switched around to make room for the expanded lungs and air sac. Avians have tail feathers and ear feathers and a second pair of eyelids. Their eyes also have a much higher shutter speed and depth perception. And the wings are large (to allow for lift and to avoid hitting shoulders) and attach on the lower middle back. Avians tend to be weaker than your average human because the muscle mass mostly goes towards the wings. And also because of their hollow bones. Their hands have harder keratin in the nails, but nothing too much. And a lot of other features, but these are the basic physical things. Avians are all different types so features can vary depending on the species of bird they are derived from. Avians also tend to have bird like instincts.

Watchers, on the other hand, absolutely defy every law of physics and biology. Their physical form has six sets of wings (the primary back ones, set further up the back, and the secondary lower back ones, then the trinary ear ones). The wings are iridescent and have been described as mesmerizing, likened to gazing into the void. It is hard to tell much about their genetic make up because they aren't really living things, they are gods. They do not necessarily have blood and flesh in their true forms. In their most recognizable form that can be imbibed by mortals the majority of the time is a tall, skeletal humanoid with vastly large wings (larger than an avian's). The wings sometimes appear to look like a cloak. They do not have tail feathers or taloned feet. Nor do they have the make up of an avian body. However, they have clawed hands that appear to be stained black. Strange. This form is clothed a purple cloak and robes and most often adorned with gold jewelry. And the iconic white mask. Often times, the area under the mask (which only covers the eyes) is stained purple. They bleed void and are basically made of it, they can't go anywhere without the void, but can still See even with no void. There are numerous eyes over their body and wings (most numbering on the primares, face, neck arms, legs, and torso) but are often closed and unseen. Watchers also sometimes have various tatoos of different symbols specific to them. They do not need to eat, sleep, breathe, or anything else that a living thing needs to do. But they do need the void. This form can be described as imposing and a harbinger of dread. Ethereal and godly and ominous. Watchers are known shapeshifters, condensing or expanding their forms to Watch. Watchers have admin abilities as well and can easily alter code.

How does this apply to Grian?

Grain was born an avain. When he got kidnapped by the Watchers, they basically ripped out his essence out of his body, made him into a watcher. But instead of forming a new vessel for his watcher form, he fought back into his original body. That body changed. He has ear wings, and his back pair sometimes switch to a magenta/white with eye patterns. He does have multiple eyes, but not as numerous and are closed. And his fingers are clawed. It was a struggle for him to breathe properly in that body because of being in the void and his avian-ness.

But he would not give it up. Because of using his original body, he was susceptible to much more human issues. Like pain, starvation, exhaustion, etc. And it hindered his watcher abilities. Like his shapeshifts into solid forms arent as smooth. But the Watchers thought it to be funny and sort of like a punishment. Once Grian had been with the Watchers for awhile, they planned to get rid of his body. Grian escaped from them and connected to Mumbo in his panic and got to hermitcraft. His watcher features might not be very distinguishable from an avain, but those who know what they are looking for can tell immediately.

Okay that's all! If you read all of this, you get a cookie of your favorite flavor. Here ya go! 🍪

#watcher #evolution smp #grian #watcher grian #hermitcraft #headcanon #listen to me infodump about random topics #avian #evo smp

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chenria · 4 months

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He's one of my immortal Dragon OCs (the other is Alani). But to explain my concept of Dragons would be too long and nobody would really read it anyway ;)

If I said I really do want to hear about your concept of dragons would you be up to explaining? I’m really curious!

Wow, thank you. I never thought anyone would actually like to know that. So I put together a small explanation about my "concept of Dragons" XD

The idea for my concept of “immortal dragons” grew over time and somehow stems from a quote from Goethe’s "Faust. Der Tragödie erster Teil" …

Ich bin ein Teil des Teils, der Anfangs alles war, Ein Teil der Finsternis, die sich das Licht gebar, […]

I am not sure if there is an English translation to Faust… there should be, but I can’t find one online right now… the quote would roughly translate to

I am a piece of the part that was everything in the beginning, A piece of the darkness that gave birth to the light […]

That sums up what “dragons” are in my story (that is not really a story and more a concept in my head for my characters). Dragons are energy, corporeal energy. It’s alive and sentient and has been since… forever. And these beings adapted to their surroundings, taking on various forms. And since they are energy come to life they are … eternal. They were not always sentient in the sense like humans, before they were drifting specters observing their surroundings. Some took the roles of spirits... fairies... beings that are but also aren't.

But as sentient beings they are also aware of everything. There used to be many of the dragons in times long gone. But Alani and Callan are the last ones remaining. Because they were aware of so much most suffered from loneliness and helplessness. The things they cherished were always dying. And the Dragons were very passionate beings. When they loved, they loved with all their being. And constant loss took their toll on them. Dragons can’t die… not in the sense of mortality. They can enter a different plane of existence and return their energy to the universe so to speak. Then they still "are" but they are no longer sentient. As beings of energy they can feel the presence of other dragons in their corporal form because it's like a black hole... so very dense they can feel it, so they know they are the last ones. Alani stayed because she is ever curious and desires to live and feel and experience everything, despite her endless losses. Callan - as her brother/companion - remained with her because the thought of leaving her alone tormented him. He managed to never get too attached to individuals - more to places which he misses, too. The two are very close, but they go decades or centuries without meeting each other, but they “feel” each other still (beings of energy and such) and know they are aware of each other.

Dragons also have the power to change their appearance - drawing energy from their surroundings and the universe… so, yes… in the past there were dragons who looked like dragons as you know them. Scaly creatures, winged demons, ethereal beings… they can be all. But shapeshifting is painful - it’s not just snapping a finger and poof, scaly dragon form. It’s a slow process, regrowing and changing bone structure and such. That’s why Alani and Callan have settled for a look they hardly ever change. Small adjustments are regularly made - appearing older or younger to stay in an area for a few years more without drawing attention.

It is possible to “create” new dragons. It’s all about collecting energy and compressing it. It’s hardly ever done … Alani and Callan did it just once, when Alani got married and her husband (Xiang) learned of their secret and was offered immortality.

They can also use “magic”…. which is essentially just a manipulation of the energy of the matter around them. But who cares for the specifics if one can make stuff fly around.

So… yes. That’s the idea. As long as there is energy and matter there can be dragons. And dragons are just powerful beings... so yeah...

#my weird concept of dragons

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cf8wrk4u-us · 8 months

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Rescue Bots x One Piece

Do you think that when the kids are back at home after a lot of adventures, their pirates crews when meeting the kids families, would Sanji do a Sanji thing and start simping for Anna Barabova (Frankie's new mom), Dani (Cody's big sister) or even maybe Quickshadow 😂😅???

For Cody of course would be hard different as even tho the Burns and the Bots are angry Cody would stop them because he knows how strong Kid and his crew are... unless we say that in all this time the crew warm up to Cody and do feel sorry.

Part of this answer depends how long the kids were gone, ether a few months to a year or more maybe.

All the same, it's a heartwarming reunion for a lot of people.

Frankie or Greenie as she's called among the Strawhats has a great time showing her family along with the Rescue Team and the Bots.

Everyone is both impressed and a bit freaked out by Frankys robot body, with Anna Baranova horrified how anyone could put that much robotic prosthetics into there body all on their own😣

But it dies down, and Doc Greene is an instant fan asking so many questions about how Franky's body and the rest of his inventions work. Anna would be a lot more friendlier but would try to ask Franky to put on some pants, especially in front of Cece. Though she's pleasantly surprised at how brilliant Franky is despite his eccentric behaviors.

Chase would comment that Franky was being indecent, possibly criminally so 🤨

But Blades would try to copy his dance 😆

Speaking of the bots, Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, and Franky are instant fans of the bots. Eyes sparkling at their shiny armor and at the way they transformed into different vehicles. Luffy would stretch to jump on Heatwave shoulder and immediately ask him to join his crew or Blades after seeing him fly🤩

Sanji is a gentleman to all women, it dosent matter what age or even species they are. So he be incredibly respectful to Dr. Baranova and Quickshadow, but you better believe that he'll do a noodle dance when he sees Dani or even Madeline Pynch.

"Dani! My darling! My dear rescuing angel! Please save me! My heart is in need of your sweet medical care! One only you can cure"!😍

He's swiftly cut off by ether a hit from Nami or a confrontation from Taylor if he's there.

Kade be pretty mad if he started flirting with Hayley but he get told off too for looking at Nami and Robin a little longer than he should😅

Though the biggest person who may not have made the best impression would be Brook. While being a singing talking skeleton made him extra cool to a lot of the Griffin Rock Team, especially the bots who are interested in learning about human anatomy and think the expossed bone structure is very educational, he looses a lot of respect when he goes around asking his....underwear question...😒

Kade threatened to bury him while Chief Burns was close to socking him😤

Plus Blades thought he was kinda scary.

But after a while, they make up, loving Brooks music and seeing what a kind person he was to her. His jokes are funny too, and the 45-degree angle one has Graham and Boulder laughing!

He even find a connection between himself and Baranova, given that they were left isolated for years. Him at sea and her underwater.

Chopper is an instant favorite with Dani and the other girls, along with the more animal loving bots. But what really makes him a fast friend to Dani and Dr. Baranova is his medical knowledge and they sir and talk about the best care for things like first aid or what kind of rescue needed a special kind if medical care. Chopper thought Dani wad the coolest given that she rescued and treated people as part of her job.

Usopp, being an inventory himself, thinks Geiffin Rock is amazing and would talk to Doc Greene about his inventions. The pair even swapping stories over how some of there inventions went wild.

Robin is another favorite among the scientists, offering insights into their world and its history to anyone intrested. Uncle Woodrow would like her and to hear her stories with the crew and the different islands they went too.

Doc Greene is just fascinated about Devil Fruits and goes around asking each member about theirs. He's stretched Luffys skin, shook hands with an arm Robin sprouted, asked Brook to show him his "soul", and on Chopper and his shape-shifting abilities.

Zoro is really interested in the bots andvwonders how good they could fight😏

The Rescue Team, though, is worried and nervous at the fact he carries swords, with Chase saying he needs to be jailed for bring illegally armed.

Luffy thinks Griffin Rock is cool though a little bit boring till an emergency happens. Hethinks the Burns are cool for being heros but still says he never be one. Kade likes Luffy and finds him funny, also that he like Kade sandwiches.

When its eventually time to leave Frankie cries, as much as she wanted to be with her parents the Strawhats were her family now too. She wanted to see Luffy become King of the Pirates and see the others complete there dreams but she wants to be with her dad and new Mom.

It's a hard goodbye.

Now onto Pricsilla.

Pricsilla tries to introduce her mother to the crew and Law, tell her about her adventures and her Devil Fruit Power. But her mother, Madeline Pynch m, remain polite but cold. Even brushing off the crew members who tried to talk with her and tell her what a wonderful daughter she has, even cute Bepo!

The only ones who were friendly were the Burns, the Greene Family, and the Bots.

Law didn't like her, the cold and calculating eyes of Madeline Pynch reminded him too much of Doflamingo or members of his organization. Measuring people's worth and how the stock of the situation could benefit them.

Also Madeline isn't very welcoming of Priscillas powers asking her not to use them or even show them to anyone. I. Her words there "creepy and unsightly" though Madeline would contemplate on maybe using them for a scheme.

It does break Priscilla heart, but this was her mom and her home, she was back and needed to go back to normal...right?

In a quiet moment Law offers a place on his ship for Priscilla, permanently. He understood this was her home universe but if she could see herself any other place then he be willing to take her on his crew again.

Priscilla almost cries as this was one of the nicest things Law has said to her.

But what should she choose?

Now we get onto the real angsty part of this crossover, Cody.

Again how Cody is depends on the timeline.

If hebwas older he would have learned at this point how to act like a member of Kids Crew. Being kind of haughty and tough. Imagine everyone's surprise seeing an older Cody who comes off as rude, dressed like a punk, and carrying a weapon 😰

But if it was a still a rather young Cody, he may just be really quiet.

Though all the same he does break into tears and the hisvfamily, along with the Greens, and the Bots ate so happy and relieved to see him...with a metal Griffin?

But slowly they start to see something wrong.

Unlike the pirate crew that Frankie and Priscilla had and where eagerly introducing to the others. Cody was quiet about his, only introducing his captain with a nod calling him "Captain Kid".

Chief Burns knows there is something wrong with his son, Cody was a bot full of smiles and warmth. But now it feels like he's just a shadow of his former self. With a scared face and a hard look in his eyes.

The pirates he was with don't seem friendly ether all glaring or looking apathetic at the Griffin Rock residents. But did have interested or wary looks to the bots.

All the same Chief Burns tries to be polite going up to Kid and thanking him for " taking care of my son and bring him back"

(The next scene depends of which kind of Kid this is. Kid from Wano may have been a little humbled but still determined and arrogant. In ether case if Cody was with him in Wano and supported him with the rest of the crew against the Beast Pirate, Kid might have just nodded at that. Cody may have just been a useless little kid but he was loyal and proved himself tough enough to make it on his crew. He knew Cody wanted to be home and for his time in the crew for good and bad he may have been soften enough to just let him just be with his family.

Pre Kaido Caaptain Kid is another story...)

Kid gave Chief Burns a look before laughing cruelly "Back? Who says he's staying"?

The turning around he gestures his crew back to the ship "I don't know how the he'll we got here but as soon as it's figured out we're leaving, I'll be taking my crew on a side of the island" Kidd glares at Law and Luffy "You better keep out of my way Strawhat, Trafalgar"

As he walks off he turns his head to Cody and Airazor and says "All of us"

Chief Butns could see his son stiffen but all the same Cody gestured for Airazor to move and silently he began to walk back with Kid and the Crew.

His family was shocked, there happy reunion ending too soon. There little brother leaving them, being forced to walk away

"Cody"! his dad called trying to catch up with him.

Kade followed yelling "Cody you've been gone for months! And just got back and now your leaving?! Why are you even listening to this guy-"

He didn't get a chance to finish as too fantastic a curved blade was at his neck.

"I watch what you say to Captain Kidd" said a masked man, Killer.

Everyone gasp and Hayley cried out in fear for Kade!

Heatwave moved to help his partner, a giant hand ready to pin or snatch the knife wielding human away from his partner.

But the-

"Repel"

Heatwave was sent falling down on his back. He was shocked, everyone was, that a Autobot could just be sent tobbling over like a block of wood.

A dark laugh from Kid rang out at he turned to the bots "So my power can work on these tin cans...this should be fun" 😈

But before he could move at the panicked bots a voice was heard.

"Weren't you leaving, Eustass"? Said Law

Kidd glared at him only to get an equally strong look back from not only him but Luffy as well.

Kidd scoffed and continued walking. Killer let Kade go who nearly collapsed at how close he was to losing his head.

Cody was watching his family worried, hesitant to try to check on Kade. His family and friends looked at him begging him to stay.

But Cody felt a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder, Cody looked to see Killer who gave him a quiet shake of the head before guiding him back with there group.

The Burns family was a mess, they just got there youngest back but now he was forced to leave.

How could they have let this happen?

(In the end things get worse before they get better)

#transformers #one piece #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots

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bloodandash-if · 2 years

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What are the RO's appearances? (Height, hair color, features, etc.) Thanks!

Adyrael is 6’5” with raven black hair that’s usually kept at a medium length; causing his lightly tanned skin to stand out. He has a thin scar across his lip from an old training wound. His sterling gray eyes glint like the sword that’s forever at his side; the emotions lurking within possibly as deadly.

Orion is 5’8” with dark brown hair that falls in haphazard curls across his forehead. His medium brown skin cause the gold color of his eyes to shimmer like the sun. With an expressive face, Orion’s lips usually have a smile curling them.

Talyn is 5’11” with dark auburn hair that’s wavy and falls just above his ears. Icy hazel eyes— with more gold and green than brown— are paired perfectly with the olive tone of his skin. There’s an old scar that resides on his collar bone that’s usually in full view due to the simple vests he favors.

Esmeralda is 5’9” with onyx black hair that falls to just underneath her shoulders— although it’s usually kept up in various hairstyles. Her emerald green eyes glint like the precious gems themselves, which pairs beautifully with the light brown tone of her skin.

Vylara is 6’1” with silvery white hair that falls to the middle of her back in a cascade of soft curls and waves. Fair skin causes her amethyst colored eyes to stand out that much more. With an elegantly structured face, Vylara looks almost ethereally.

Leona is 5’5” with golden brown hair that falls to her shoulder blades. Bronze skin pairs well with the shimmering sapphire blue of her eyes. Crimson painted lips are usually curled into a smirk of some kind, but it doesn’t always showcase that she’s in a good mood.

#blood and ash #adryael #orion #talyn #esmeralda #vylara #leona #anonymous #asks #ask

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whatudottu · 10 months

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Me thinking about electrical compression and aliens again has led me to think about another repeat biology subject of the amperi, and how I can explain wire travel in a (still fictional) logical way- find out next now how that turns out!

You know, after I have posted multiple other stuff between this being completed and this actually being posted-

One thing that I tend to do when considering amperi biology is that they need to be a little moist (apologies for the word) in order to breathe, but to take more inspiration from jellyfish - surprisingly the actual inspiration for amperi (probably because you couldn’t exactly design constantly transparent characters in animated tv) - and say that physically a lot of their main body is made from this moisture. Unlike jellyfish it’s not quite water, rather it’s a conductive fluid that actually contains a lot of electrochemical signals akin to a nervous system. This in particular is a biological reason why emotion reading is part of amperi languages - communication is done through the excretion and dispersal of this nervous system in water - and why the now ‘surrounded by emotion chemicals’ Ra’ad due to his undiscovered psychometry mutation was constantly overwhelmed, overstimulated, and overcome with anxiety.

And it’s this excretion that actually plays a language role too, essentially being practically REQUIRED in communication especially with how in water it spreads out. A reason why in the air amperi are a little damp is because excretion is a constant (but consistent) autonomic function, like conductive sweat that contains so many messages, though in surface environments it does make communication difficult. Partly the reason why Ra’ad finds himself preferring land, even if either way he’d still need to wear some damp robes when a dry season hits; it beats having to wear one everytime in the ocean with the cultural equivalent connotation of constantly wearing a balaclava though-

And all this ‘filled with goo’ stuff doesn’t mean that amperi have a true main body under their skin (that’s for @ohyeahben10 ‘s Ultimate Ampfibian) but it DOES mean that if an amperi were to perhaps compress themselves to a smaller ‘fit through the neck of a bottle’ size, they build up a charge and in fact begin to conduct electricity. It’s an adaptation for both offence and defence, either being used in constricting tentacles to electrocute prey and victims through excretion and consequent conduction of their electrochemical gel or - a way we will explore in depth next - electrifying predators and assailants using complete compression and slipping between teeth, gills, blowholes, and/or grasp, leaving a trail of ‘lightning’ in escape.

That’s right baby I’ve finally figured out how to logic my way around wire walking!

I’ve mentioned a few times that I think amperi have a bone in them, often referring to he more literal bone like structure in cuttlefish rather than the flexible structure inside of a squid called a gladius or pen, the squid of course being the basis of my ‘this exists in real biology’ inspiration. In fact, perhaps this gladius will serve to fit much better with the amperi, as it’s role in Earth squids is to serve as protection of visceral organs and an attachment for very important muscle groups; I say, grinning into the camera as if I were a villain thinking of something dastardly.

With this gladius, not only does it serve as a base for the important muscle groups of compression - a complicated dynamic of contracting muscles to reduce size and expanding pores to excrete the mucus they adapted for - but in amongst the visceral organs (from a list of few includes the very important heart) there is a very valued organ that in fact produces its conductive gel, sitting nice and comfortable against the brain where these electrochemical signals translate into commands ether somatic or autonomic. As the muscles contract using the gladius as it’s base it in fact squeezes the perfectly placed organ that disperses this electrochemical as if along a highly distributed nervous system and in fact carries with it charge, charge that conducts to whatever purpose the amperi compresses with.

It is that same conductivity that amperi naturally are that allows them wire and cable transportation, since it is a high energy mode of travel for a significantly reduced body size. In a great grand ocean of vast expanses it’s less effective than the semi-compression of weaponry and desperate compression of ‘please don’t eat me’, or the less desperate semi-compression of electric inking; too much energy for too little time, it’s like trying to sprint across the country.

But in areas with a denser population with specific infrastructure built as the amperi equivalent for public transportation or perhaps at a more basic level a bike lane, literal cable travel is developed around the idea of being high energy fast travelling short distance trips. In ocean cities or towns in close proximity to them, think like if internet cables along the ocean floor were filled with people going to work or school or just going out for lunch. On the land where a lot of the metalworking is literally landlocked to be in as dry of air as it can in order to smith, there are powerlines that provide local traffic for any surface towns or workplaces, but you also get a few more uh trespassers along the lines because a not insignificant number of people live on the surface as hermits away from the ocean and many lines are mainly for transit companies.

From personal experience of accidentally walking through my local transit worksite (fuck you google maps) finding that I’m on the wrong side of a tollgate, sometimes where you need or want to go, the fastest route just so happens to be through the company lines.

On Earth, because the only reason we have internet cables and powerlines is because we use them as - well - powerlines and internet cables, it’s not as if an amperi runaway who’s lost and afraid far from whatever he might’ve called familiar if not quite the home he wanted it to be has any real societal understanding that Earth is the American transportation system of Tesslos, Ra’ad just takes the lines and is internally horrified that they lead directly into houses on occasion.

And I think that’s it for wire walking lmao- this was meant to be posted after I rambles about petrosapien nervous systems but yeet yeet!

#amperi #ra’ad #technically only here to contrast and explain the mutants and magic complications of overstimulation #ben 10 #xenobiology #i mentioned ‘damp robes’ here- essentially they’re there to kinda soak up the excretion and use it as a coolant and moisturiser on land #surface workers have damp robe ppe and uniforms (depending on their jobs; smithies have to be VERY damp)#and surface hermits tend to wear or not wear robes depending on the weather #aggregor happened to snatch ra’ad in the middle of the wet season or in a marsh or something #either way- ra’ad got yanked away from damp weather and shunted in various dry environments #probably the only reason ra’ad didn’t shrivel was because he was so used to ‘not expressing’#aka he has does his best to ‘recycle’ his own goo by just kinda *splat* patting himself down #it does mean he can travel along wires without needing to drag behind a wet blanket

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cosmictapestry · 11 months

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A12 and 34

A12. lucienne's titties

and

A34. let him dress her up

let him cook, lucienne

prompt list + fills here

“Tell me about this party again?” Lord Morpheus lounges on his back on the bed in their shared quarters, bare white skin bright against the golden sheets. One knee up, hands resting on his belly, head tipped over the edge of the bed, he stares at her upside-down with warm, sated regard.

Lucienne sighs and steps away from the grand dresser she manifested with all her favorite outfits from throughout the ages. She’s been contemplating for well over ten minutes now, and she’s still naked, hasn’t even decided on her undergarments yet. “The Little Leaf Leitmotif has reconciled with Lilian of Limburg. They were estranged, you remember.”

Her lord runs one hand up through his hair, jaw stretching in a great yawn. He is catlike in his contentment, all purring power and softness. “Yes, for well over a millennium now—that’s been resolved, I understand.”

“With great aplomb, yes. They are engaged. The celebration is tonight.” Lucienne watches him roll over, long lines of muscle and bone stretching alluringly, the little marks she’s left on his collarbone catching the light. He props himself up on his elbows, chin resting on one hand. His hair is tussled and lovely. “Lilian is hosting. It’s rather a private affair.”

“A bachelorette party,” he smiles at her. “You love those. Why do you fret?”

Lucienne steps back to her dresser, sorts through her collection for the fourth time. She raises a black brassiere to her chest, admires the fine embroidery along the cups. “I don’t know what to wear,” she mutters. “Do you know, I ran into this exact problem before our first night together? I don’t know how to dress anymore.”

“I don’t remember what you wore that night,” Lord Morpheus says, wistfully, and Lucienne snorts. “I was distracted.”

“Yes, I know you were,” Lucienne frowns and swaps the brassiere out for a camisole with built-in cups. “When did I even wear this?”

“You needn’t bother with that.” Lucienne jolts, feeling her lord’s hands settle on her wrists when he wraps his arms around her from the back, his chin hooked over her shoulder. “Why not make adjustments to something you’re more comfortable with?”

“My usual attire is rather more conservative than befits the occasion,” she places the camisole back with an aggrieved sigh.

Lord Morpheus hums and draws back, stepping away from her. “Hence the adjustments,” he murmurs. His hand skates down her bare back, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. “Allow me?”

He does not actually wait for an answer. Lucienne feels one of her usual suits drape her, structured and familiar. Then the waistcoat melts away, and the shirt too, leaving her in her brassiere and jacket—until the brassiere, too, is gone, and the jacket cinches tighter, quite unable to conceal her endowments. She looks down at the ensemble, unimpressed. “My tits are out.”

“Very true,” Lord Morpheus murmurs distractedly. His long fingers drift over the softening, thinning fabric of the jacket, until it is a sheer and shimmering scrap of purple fabric. As an afterthought another gauzy strip of starsilk wraps her waist up to her chest, concealing her nipples and little else, then winds around her arms. The air is cool over the broad swathe of her bare chest down to her navel. “Thoughts?”

Lucienne inspects her image in a floor-length mirror that manifests beside the dresser. The effect is ethereal, stunning, swishy sheer fabrics more his style than hers, but she finds she doesn’t terribly mind. She does love to wear his marks.

Her trousers are the same silky gauze of the jacket, thankfully not sheer and in fact surprisingly modest. It makes the generous curves of her upper body seem all the more risqué. Her breasts are the pressing concern here—her cleavage and the underside of each are on full display, and if the fabric shifts even a centimeter she runs the risk of exposing her nipples, which would cross the line from indecent to workplace harassment. “What if something… slips?”

“More fun for everyone,” Lord Morpheus says, and, with her glare, “my apologies. Nothing will fall out of place unless you wish it to.” He is still naked, hands fluttering over soft fabric and skin, flatteringly aroused.

“And when might I wish it to?” Lucienne turns to face him, braces her hands on his smooth chest and stretches up to kiss him, quick and light.

“Preferably, when you come back to me,” he murmurs in the space between them, hands resting on her hips, eyes flitting between her lips and down to her chest. “I would love to see something slip.”

Lucienne grins and gives him one last kiss. On her way out the door she glanced over her shoulder at him. “I think I might have you rip all this off of me, instead,” and she leaves with his wounded little sound ringing in her ears.

#cut e cute cute cute #the sandman #morphienne #x #minors dni #lucid dreaming #dream of the endless #lucienne the librarian #let them be funny for fucks sake let them be funny please god please they are FUNNY

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awkwardkindatries · 1 year

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Anything For You

Bruz/Fem Reader (commission piece)

@a-million-sassy-bunnies

Fic tags: Sfw, fluff, drinking and public intoxication, one bed troup

Word count: 2,925

The frost of the air was suffocating, the type of feeling that burned the lungs in such a way that it swirled around the thick damp skin to chill one's depths. An immediate reaction that you’ve had to endure for the better part of a week. Hour by hour, second by second, every shiver racks through your nerves and deep into the chattered vibration of your teeth and the ricketing off-kilter tune of your bones. It’s an otherwise haunting description to ruminate on if it weren't for the constant heat source radiating beside you. The rays of sunshine breaking through your layers, and even though you physically got nothing, emotionally, the warmth from him seeped into your cheeks and chest.

Bruz has always been this way, at least to your knowledge.

Your time on the road together has proven this several times over, a genuine display of kindness with every conversation, each smile laced with connection. You should thank him for possibly being the only reason you’ve endured this trip, Though you know he’d never accept it. The will to keep walking had long since lost you, gone with the soles of your shoes and resting deep into the calloused pads of your feet. He made the time pass in such a way that making it to the inn felt ethereal, to soak up the flickering lights in the windows in the distance, the sounds of song and boisterous conversation resounding across the damp stone way a merestone's toss away. The building was old though objectively charming, its aged appearance offering up a coziness. The top half was comprised of worn-out wood, the exposure to the elements having made it fade a few shades lighter than its once upon a time, a glimmer from its fresh beginning peeking out from beneath the hidden underside against the structure. The cobbled bottom has definitely faced some erosion, sunken in and freckled with holes and mossy imperfections alike.

The heavy, embellished doors and brassy frozen knob felt like sanctuary as it gave. Having been rewarded for your persistence with warmth and pleasant atmosphere. From the boards on the floor to the beams along the ceiling, you were surrounded by stained, aged wood, rich in color and experience. You could smell the experiences of the past ingrained in the building, the spilled liquor soaked into the floor, the smoke of the lit fireplace singed from the corners of the stone cage along the ceiling about halfway across before falling short, for now.

The last underlying note vaguely reminded you of blood. Perhaps a brawl had broken out recently? A detail you’ll have to forgo for now as whatever remaining evidence is shrouded by the sea of filled chairs and wobbling bodies. The wake of pine sol would seem to be your only solace on the matter.

The deep pitch beside you pulls you from your moment of assessment as you turn to face your travel companion. “ A merry bunch, huh?” he asks, “sounds like we should join 'em” he finishes and gestures with a light nod of his head into the building. He sure didn’t have to tell you twice.

You make your way in, immediately marking all of the crucial aspects of the lobby. The majority of the area was consumed by tables, just about all of which were occupied. The bar was pushed back into the far right wall of the room, covered in the same deep lacquer of alcohol as the rest of the floor. Far ahead sits the reception desk, the receptionist looking awfully dreary compared to the rest of the lively room, the boisterous parties having returned from their tasks to settle in for the night and leaving her job virtually done.

Bruz makes his way to the bar, immediately bee-lining past all of the tables, even knocking over a sluggish man or two as he passes. Letting out a light chuckle, you let your eyes drift from the big orcish oaf and instead fixate on the bored, worn-out-looking woman in the distance. The next task seems simple enough in comparison to your last few weeks of travel, one you anticipate being over in no time. As you make your way through the crowd, you can make out snippets of conversation between all of the excited jumbled-up gibberish that permeates the potent open air. Comments on recent conquests, the good and the bad, playful mockings of one another, and even an occasional comment about the now most prominent man in the room, Bruz. This is to be expected. He tends to catch just about every eye wherever he goes, and you’ve long since grown used to it.

After several minutes of being bumped, pushed, and lightly splashed with just about every beverage the tavern has to offer, you finally make it to the receptionist counter, flustered and slightly out of breath. Regardless, you offer the middle-aged woman an awkward smile with just about all of the charisma you possibly have left to spare as you ever so casually lean forward against the worn wood. The woman is nonplussed by your presence, never hazarding a glance in your general direction. You stand there a moment longer as you take her in, giving her every opportunity to acknowledge you. Her head remains resting in her open palm and her elbow against the surface of the desk; her attention is still wholly focused on her book, eyes skimming quickly across the paper as it makes the bags under her eyes seem just a smidge lighter. Beside her is her guest book, looking awfully full as it makes a bit of anxiety rise in your stomach. Fuck you hope there's a room. You really didn't think you could make it another night of walking with your hopes deceptively high.

With a shaky tired hand, you quickly tap the bell on the edge of the counter. The ding is unsettlingly loud and promptly makes you twice as nervous as you watch the woman physically jolt in reaction to the sudden interruption. Quickly her eyes meet yours; a minor twitch can be seen in the corner of the lid as she takes you in. Suddenly you feel slightly more alone in contrast to the rest of the room as you try to find your voice. “H-Hi! My companion and I are looking for two rooms for the night. Would you happen to have anything available?” Your forced smile is feeling ever tighter as she continues to look you up and down blankly. Finally, without saying anything, she rolls her eyes over to look at the book that you found yourself scrutinizing moments ago. Flipping through a couple of pen-filled pages, she finally came to a stop, a singular line left empty.

“Well, that seems like tough luck, hun. We’ve only got one left.” She says, looking back at you with half the patience that you currently have. Biting your bottom lip between your teeth, you begin to wear at it. With a quick glance behind you, you capture the sight of Bruz leaning against the bar, a large mug in his hand as he retells a tale to the barkeep. The poor man behind the bar is visibly sweating and offering the big guy a forced smile as Bruz continues to lean over the bar to stay in the man's line of sight. It reminds you of a puppy demanding the attention of the last person who it made eye contact with.

With a soft snort, you take the room, sure that the big guy probably won't mind at all, but more than anything, you’re relieved that this “conversation” that you’ve been having is over. With the ordeal over, you shuffle your way back over to the bar as you eagerly await whatever foaming drink Bruz seems to be sloshing around in his cup and just about everywhere else.

The next couple of hours go by much faster than you thought they would have, especially when, in comparison to what you had initially planned to encompass your evening, and by that, you mean sleep. Endless dead-brained sleep, you felt like you earned it for the utter shit show that you’ve endured; however, the longer you stared at the orc next to you, the more you felt like you had a couple more beats of energy to will away the urge to sleep. The time was spent talking about your travels, Exaggerating your stories more and more to near unimaginable feats, and with every drink you had, the giddier you got telling these outlandish tall tales together. The surrounding bodies have long since stopped listening. That was alright, though; the stories exchanged have long since lost their purpose for others and instead for each other.

The laughter had turned to slurs, and the bodies had slowly started to fade away into the distance as they trickled into the confines of their rooms, and it was about time that you began to agree with them. You could feel the heat of your face as you smiled back at the man you arrived with as he mimicked it with a concerned one of his own. He asked you a question. You just know it; however, the only thing you could make out in between the dazed state was the last word, “Room.” “Room?” you thought. Oh right! That key has got to be on you somewhere. With numb-tipped fingers, you began to fish around the pocket of your trousers, meandering about the fabric until you hit something solid. Curling your fingers around the cold metal, you pull it from the confines of your pocket before then presenting your prize with a gleeful laugh.

He mimics your game of playing champion and carefully takes the key from your hand, kindly thanking his tiny friend for sharing her spoils with him; how grateful he is to the little squish that is his human. He stands, offering you his hand to help you up from the worn-out stool. Immediately you accept, placing your smaller hand inside his much larger one, the pads of your fingers grazing his. The texture is a sharp contrast to your own, very thick and calloused from war and the orcish lifestyle that he's had to live out. For a moment, you contemplate dragging your thumb along the exposed bit of his hand, an innocent interaction that was interrupted by the feeling of his other hand gripped tightly to your calf. Your breath catches in your chest as you suddenly find your feet not on the ground where you had left them. Instead, You’re suspended in the air, held safely against the broad plush expanse of Bruz’s as he rattles away about how small you are in his arms, how worried he’d be of your little human legs stumbled and fell down the stairs on the way to the room, but that’d it’d all be alright because “Your good ol’ pal Bruz has got ya in great hands.”.

It all feels so natural to you, being here, with him, held so close to his chest in the gentle sway of his walk. As your head rests against his chest, your breath begins to slow, eased to peace to swell in tandem with the deep beating of his own heart. Your eyes feel heavy, the weight of the liquor beginning to pool in the back of your head and swirl around into quiet reassurances and blind trust in your wonderfully clumsy silly friend. You soon find yourself dozing off in the warm comfort of his arms, a night of restful sleep with fuzzy-headed empty black dreams. The thick, inky type that sticks to the cognizant facets of your mind and leaves it absolutely muddled in the murky buzz of a brimming headache.

You feel the sharp pain begin to brim behind your eyes; the profound irritation is splintering across your head, weaving intricate patterns of cracking earth across your skull. You can practically see the tremors shake the rubble into your field of vision, convinced that the back of your eyelids are somehow the setting of a cave-in, basking in the wake of your tunnel vision. With a groan, you crack open your eyes to the barest you can manage; the bright light almost immediately blinds you and exacerbates the start of your headache into something far more horrific. The wave of nausea feels like impending doom as pressure creeps up your abdomen and clings viciously to the back of your throat as the lurking acid pricks against your uvula.

Gripping the sheets around your body, you give a sharp jerk against them in an attempt to rip them from your body before you have the chance to ruin them. Your head makes it just over the edge of the bed before your first bout of dry heaving. Thankfully, nothing comes up, and your ability to choke down the next one rewards you with a burn in the meat of your throat and the state of your pride. The longer your head hangs in shame, dulled eyes dripped in drinkers regret, stare hard at the ornate area rug just out of reach of the bed frame.

“That's odd.” you think, “when had you made it to a room? Was this even your room?” flicking your eyes across up towards the door, you can see the key still lingering snugly in the keyhole, the wooden keychain dangling from the middle ring. In the middle of the keychain, you can plainly make out the black-painted numbers of the room you had booked last night.

Well, you suppose that answers one question at least, but that only blossoms several more in its wake. For instance, where the hell is Bruz? A surge of panic rakes up the length of your spine, and you're immediately dripped through by a tremendous cold sweat. You sit up with a start, Searching the room in a panic, only to be met with relief immediately.

At the end of the bed rests Bruz; he seems to have made his body comfortable on the floor while his head is cradled between the middle of his folded arms atop the comforter. He looks so deeply unaware of the surroundings in the room, of you being awake, or the almost immediate reaction you had to the mix of your own existence and the consequences of your actions. You take a moment just to watch him, to watch the eyes behind his closed lids flicker to life with whatever glorious scene of victory might be playing behind them. In the midst of his dream, a slight noise leaves him, followed by a slight jerk of his body. Then, subconsciously, he rakes out for you as his massive hand waves through the wrinkled quilt in search of you. He quickly finds your foot on top of all of the fabric, gently bringing his fingers to cover the expanse of your ankle. His massive size dwarfs the frame beneath you, and it’s moments like this that you can really take in his size and appreciate him for some of the most important features about him. In a way, he reminds you of a guard dog, resting at the end of the bed, closest to the entryway, as he waits patiently for anything to breach the door with all of the audacity and none of the common sense.

Gently wiggling your foot, you begin to softly rock against the hand on your leg as you lightly jostle your friend awake. A deep groan leaves him, and you swear you could feel it vibrate the entirety of the bed. With a couple of slow blinks, his head rises as he begins to look around the room, barely eyes trying to make sense of the current state of time. As he turns his head suddenly, he gives himself a much-needed crack in the neck, followed by a hefty sound of appreciation. You let out a soft chuckle as you watched. It sure did seem like the thing to hit the spot. His eyes look up to meet yours, and you can see his imaginary tail begin to wag.

“Well, good mornin’ Squish!” He says; already, his voice is a couple of octaves too high, but regardless let him continue on.

“Morning Bruz,” You greet back, “did you actually manage to get any rest down there?” You ask.

With an eager nod, he responds, “Sure did. You know us great orc lords can sleep anywhere! Practically indestructible we are!”. His enthusiasm is utterly infectious as you can't help the bright smile that breaks across your features; you sure did know.

“Thanks for bringing me to the room, big guy. I'm sure if I had tried by myself last night, I might not have gotten this far.” You're almost a little embarrassed to bring it up, just a little ashamed at having to have your friend bring youtube to the room like an incapacitated baby.

Nonetheless, he smiles. It’s so bright it’s practically blinding. Bringing his hand just a smidge tighter around your leg, he gives a squish of reassurance as he maintains eye contact.

“S’ alright little squish, I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Your chest squeezes ever tighter, and the prickling in your throat all but vanishes at the rise of the cotton drought around your tongue. Leaning forward, you place both of your hands on top of his singular hand, barely even a comparison in size.

With an assuring squeeze, you say,

“ Me too, big guy, Me too.”

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