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something-about-sunflowers · 8 months

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ALRIGHT, *cracks knuckles* let's get into that teaser, shall we?

Should I itemize this? I think I'm going to itemize it lmao.

So:

Starting here because this is a baseline for Stede, he's got no neckerchief here. This is likely early in the season, probably the very start.

Man's got a fuckin' ARM.

This is Ed. You can see the bare right arm in both shots.

Red neckerchief. Ed's scrap of silk? Beat to shit if it is, which, he did toss it out to sea so, it would be.

Ed's not wearing the knee brace. Or gloves for that matter. I know the knee brace being an actual mobility aid is unconfirmed canon/fanon but it does make me :(c to see him without it. Either it wasn't actually considered as a mobility aid or he's lost it like he's lost his gloves OR he's going without it because he doesn't care if it hurts.

Closer shot of the neckerchief.

I just wanted to point out all the knives stabbed into the table. Also, those look like bits of paper on the windows, did they keep some of the books to repurpose for window blocking purposes?

THERE HE IS!!!!!!!! Other people have already pointed out the makeup and his ring still on his tie, along with the whip on his hip cjizzy real. He's got a new baldric but I also think his clothes look. Darker? Than in season 1? This is a darker/heavier contrast setting but it carries into other shots of him too I think? Like they're less sun/saltwater faded or something?

Other thing to note: If I have my orientation right, this is to the right of Stede's bed nook and to the left of the library, which means this shelf is the one with the auxiliary wardrobe opening mechanism. Which I bring up because:

This little guy seems to be in the place of the mannequin. Ed kept the auxiliary wardrobe and gothed up the mannequin to justify it still being there.

SO much here. This is, I'm fairly certain, Benjamin Hornigold. This camp he's set up (along with what he's wearing) looks like it was made out of a shipwreck. Ed's barefoot and missing his jacket and gloves, and his shirt's torn up at the sleeves. Definitely where he washed up from his dip in the ocean.

Note the trees and the lighting, that comes up later. Ed shoots here and Ben moves with the shot but it doesn't look like he was actually HIT by it to my eyes.

'Wanted. |Blackbeard| Villainous Pirate. Murderer, thrice over. $400 Reward for the criminal responsible for: theft - brigandry - larceny - arson - tax evasion ➡' Presumably there are more crimes/info on the back, though we see the reverse side in the next cut and it's either blank or all in very small text, I couldn't quite tell.

The poster to the right says 'Port' something which has me wondering Port Royal but that's just the only 'Port' something I know, could def be somewhere else.

(Also, just for fun:

Here's how much abouts Ed's capture would be worth now.)

Wider pic than it needs to be but I didn't wanna cut out Olu lol. ANYWAY. Neckerchief again. Also the back of the poster, see what I mean about it either being blank or very tiny?

Babygirl. . . But also that Bride Ed figure kinda slays. Little bralette with the midriff showing, I see you Babygirl. When will he be allowed to just rest and do silly little crafts WITHOUT heartbreak looming over him?

Well. Four is not nine. So. There's that. The other five could be used or out of frame though, of course.

OH. He's back to his fingerless gloves! They might actually be different from his original ones though, they look different at the wrist to me, not quite sure though.

The BOYS!!!! Frenchie looks like he's having a GREAT time. Considering he suggested they turn the hostage into a table and complained about the Republic of Pirates being a bit gentrified I'd say this is more in line with what he's used to in piracy. I 100% buy he was going along with Stede's way because he knew it was an easy ride compared to real piracy. This wouldn't necessarily be a return to form for him but definitely something he's more used to? And he gets to be kitty :3c

And FANG!!! Look at him showing a bit more skin!! Good for him!!

Everybody say 'Thank You David Jenkins'. Right now. Look at this Mad Max shit. Fuckin' Imperator Jimenez right there. LOVE that tye added the 'beard' after the 'fuck's wrong with your face?' bit in 1x10. Full 'it looked weird on you but I slay' energy.

Jim

Izzy

Fang

Near as I can tell at least. I can't make out if Frenchie is in the shot and I'm pretty positive Ed isn't cause he stayed by the cake when they charged in.

Man, yknow I know we were all kinda clowning on it a bit at the end of 1x10 but this look really is so JARRING. Like, in the dark it's menacing but in the light? It's unhinged and that reads as more dangerous imo.

Also just for comparison's sake the pre-Ed-ified version of the bride figure. He really did full on customize that thing lol.

I DON'T THINK ANNE KISSED STEDE HERE. It feels out of character of the show to pull the 'It's fine if a woman does it to a man' kind of thing with regard to unwanted kissing. This is the frame the scene starts on in the trailer. She's leaning back from him and isn't nearly close enough to his mouth to say for certain that's where she was coming from. My money is on her leaning in to whisper something into his ear, maybe under the guise of it being an advance/intended kiss, which would also explain the annoyed look when she's interrupted. She either got ACTUALLY interrupted or it's part of the act. Stede doesn't look nearly as uncomfortable as he would be if she'd kissed him or tried to, he looks confused.

Izzy going for his sword when this guy tries to get the drop on Stede. He either is starting to care or he knows how much Ed needs him alive.

Also, this is the other potential source of Stede's neckerchief. Mr, Knife right here has a red one and Stede doesn't have it in this scene. I do think this one is a little less distressed than the one Stede has though so it could just be coincidence.

See? No neckerchief. He DOES have a sword at his hip tho! So this, I think, is after Izzy's started training him.

Also, he actually looks really good in red lol.

Baby. He's definitely missing the ring in this shot. It sits higher than the baldric is covering. I want to give him a little kissie on his ouchie and then let him have a nap, he needs that.

The pants match the coat. Also, black shirt. Stede is kinda slaying ngl.

Still missing her head :(c. Isn't that bad luck?

Maybe yall didn't hear me properly with the Jim pic. I'll repeat:

EVERYBODY SAY 'THANK YOU DAVID JENKINS'.

I can't get over how Stede's just standing there politely with his arms behind his back lmfao.

Also, Izzy's got his right leg up, he's putting his weight on his left. . . 'foot'.

I SAID EVERYBODY SAY-

I know tits and all but also. The belly. I would like to. Bite.

*ahem*

ANYWAY. On the left (our left) side of the barrel you can see the tip of his right boot so he's def got that leg off the ground. Perhaps someone is trying to relearn their footwork? Now that they've got a different balance than they're used to? And perhaps a difference in sensory input in the leg he's standing on? Possibly?

This is the same beach Ed was on when he did the fuckin' RAD takedown of the other officer but it definitely looks like different times of day. Having both in the teaser is def meant to be a red herring. He doesn't have the neckerchief in this shot either.

Bra för honom. (Is how google translate tells me you say 'Good for him' in Swedish.)

Is Jackie's hair the same here as it is in the VF pic with Ed? Or like, similar enough to be a 'later in the day after some Fun™ messing it up a bit'?

Roach!!! Fully sleeveless now, added a belt, got some flowers tied to the strings/straps of his apron. Looks like he's having fun lighting that cannon lol. Pretty sure this is the same scene as that one leaked photo of him dancing with Fang and Izzy's green screen sock. He had the flowers in that, right?

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milksuu · 2 months

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can I get some headcannons based on Heartsteal being becoming fathers? Like how they were during the time their s/o was pregnant. :3c

Maybe a bonus on whether the child was planned or not.

❥ prompt: v!heartsteel expecting father headcanons with reader ❥ content/warnings: suggestive themes, foul language, pregnancy and all things related, baby genders mentioned ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel! (aphelios, ezreal, kayn) x pregnant!reader an;; forgive me, i am too sleepy tired to write for all the boys atm. ;w; fml my hc's for sett would make me fold errr maybe later

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ APHELIOS

When you break the news, Aphelios forgets he primarily uses sign language to speak. To your surprise, and to his own, he uses broken words and barely audible sounds. Almost like a child learning to talk again. You have to help him by taking his hands, and guiding him to use them instead of straining his vocal cords.

'Are...are you sure?'

At first, it's difficult to process all the emotions. Happiness. Fear. Excitement. Anxiety. Love. Overwhelmed, he presses your hands against his face, hiding his unraveling expressions. Afer a beat, he chokes up. His hands squeezes yours, deepening your touch. And within moments, you're wrapped in his arms. And he presses as much of you into himself as he can. Holding you so close to his heart, you feel it pound against your cheek. As if to say; 'is it really okay for me to be this happy?'

To any outsider looking in, Aphelios seems disconnected and unenthusiastic about the whole situation. A plus-one wasn't planned, after all. When anyone asks about you and the baby, he replies with a simple 'Fine. Thanks.' And promptly diverts the subject back to work or anything else. But on the inside, the poor man is suffering. Constantly worrying about you and the babies well-being. In reality, he's too afraid to indulge in his own happiness and share it with others. Fearing the moment he does, it'll all shatter like glass in front of him. And he won't be strong enough to mend the pieces.

It's no surprise that his new chronic obsession consist of only making sure you and the growing baby are safe. He texts every hour, on the hour. Makes frequent video calls. And installs motion sensor cameras around the house, especially in places you could easily fall. And no, he doesn't mind watching you fold laundry or wash dishes for an hour while on a face call. So long as he can see you smiling and healthy, that's all he needs to assure him when he's not physically with you.

He's also pulling all nighters until his bottom eyelids are rimmed red. Reading hundreds upon hundreds of articles, forum posts, and online material on how to be a 'Good Father'—especially one who can't speak. Jotting down everything he can in his notebook, bleeding pen after pen dry from ink. There's plenty of times you have to wake up in the middle of the night and convince him back to bed. But only after reassuring him a thousands times how great of a father he'll be.

When the baby bump begins to show, Aphelios presses his ears against your stomach. Listening to the life you carry inside you. The amniotic sounds ease his intrusive thoughts, and lulls him to sleep; he always imagines he's taking a nap right beside the baby. Plus, he loves getting the small bit of attention from you as you run your fingers through his hair. A moment of selfishness he can't help but relish all for himself.

As for sex...well, he's not always on board with the idea. As much as he craves to be inside you everyday, especially when your body looks so heavenly full, he just doesn't want to risk anything. Especially in your later months. Last thing he wants to do is induce an early labor. But he's more than willing to devote his hands and mouth to satisfy every inch of you that he can. Worshipping you with adoring kisses and soft touches from head to toe. He's happy to please you, and doesn't expect anything in return in your state. (Of course, you do anyway.)

Familial genetics is one heck of a thing. Aphelio's eyes are blown wide at an image screen that shows two babies growing side-by-side. When it's conclusive you'd be having identical twin boys, he almost collapses in front of the ultrasound technician. So not one—but two—surprise gifts waited for him at the end of the third-trimester. And if they would be anything like him, their house would be a pranking death trap to all who entered. No one would be safe, except for mom.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ EZREAL

When you show Ezreal your pregnancy result, he looks at it with complete shock. He's locked in silence, which is never a good thing for someone as talkative as him. You almost have second thoughts about revealing the news until he bounces to you and gathers you in his arms. Eyes brimming with tears of absolute joy.

"No way—No way! Are you telling me I'm going to be a dad? Babe, for real. Is that what these two lines mean? Are you kidding me? This is the happiest freakin' day of my life!"

Ezreal has always been a fan of surprises, and this big news was no exception. Everywhere he went, no matter the conversation, he'd just casually state he was becoming a father. Didn't matter the person or group setting. Family. Friends. The neighbor; his neighbor next to him. The young teen delivering packages to his door. The grandmother and her toy-poodle waiting in line at the convenience store. If anyone was around him, he was boasting about you and the now expected bundle of joy.

Ezreal tries his bestest to help you around the house. He's never been great at chores, but he's a happy little helper eager to listen and please. You tell him exactly what you need from him, and he'll do it with a smile on his face. Anything that keeps your stress levels low, he wants to be the one you rely on to ease your burden.

Ezreal can't lie and say he understands everything about pregnancy and what you're going through. It all seems to go right over his head. The only thing he seems to get is your morning sickness, because he's literally feeling it too. Seeing you nauseous gets his own sympathetic response going. So while he's trying to comfort you, holding your hair as you hover over the toilet, he's also cradling the nearby trash bucket for himself. (How romantic!)

When your stomach grows, Ezreal can spend hours and hours talking to it. He never runs out of topics. Even mentioning the most mundane parts of his everyday life. These moments are when he feels he's bonding most with his child to be. He'll pretend to tell the baby secrets that you don't even know about, and whispers out loud with a wink, "but don't tell your mom about that one, 'kay?"

Ezreal is literally terrified to have sex with you. And not because he doesn't find your body attractive. But he actually believes he'll poke the baby's eye out, or pop you like a water balloon. And if that ever happened, the guilt would forever destroy him. It takes a visit to the obgyn and for a professional to explain that it's perfectly safe to have sex during your pregnancy. He's hesitant at first, but after the first go around, his confidence and sex drive picks right where it left off. (He regrets not going at it like rabbits sooner.)

When you're at your routine ultrasound appointment, Ezreal can't stop the tears parading down his face, even before he knows it's a boy. Hiccuping and siffling, one hand squeezes yours tight, while the other points at the imaging. "H...He...looks just...like me." It's endearing for him to think that. When the monitor only shows splotchy and fuzzy spots of the babies butt. The copied images to take home are his favorite photos taken. Ever.

░꒱♡‿ִ₊˚→ KAYN

When you break the news to Kayn, he doesn't hesitate to pull you in by the waist, pressing your hips together. Guiding a hand to the back of your neck, in a manner that was gentle and not comparable to how he fucked you senselessly. And with all the care in the world, he takes your lips.

"Damn. You're fertile as Hell. It only took us one time after you stopped your birth-control. Honestly, it's really fuckin' hot. How about we—you know—to celebrate?"

Counter to popular belief, Kayn brought up the idea to start a family first. When you asked him the reason, he first joked around a bit, telling you how hot and sexy it would be to 'impregnate you with his seed'. But, he put aside his usual impulsivities, and explained his desire to move on to the next part of his life. He was done with the partying and drugs. Over the one night stands and dating random no-nobodies. And just wanted to have a more meaningful, family oriented life—with you.

To show he's committed to the whole idea, he takes days off from his idol schedule to go to every prenatal check-up appointment. He plucks and stuffs every pamphlet into his pockets he can find around the waiting lobby. He asks tons of questions to the obgyn, and stuffs more educational brochures in his pockets. You have to scold him when he tries to snag a small uterus replica from the exam room. Kayn defends himself, wanting it for "educational" purposes. (Rhaast just wanted it as a neat souvenir.) He settles when a medical assistant gives him a sperm shaped pen.

Kayn is another one that isn't great with house chores. (But he'll gloat and say he's mastered cleaning the dishes, at the very least.) He's generally better at being sent for errands outside the home. If you need an extra ingredient to make dinner, he'll hop on his motorcycle and get it in record time. And if you're not feeling up for cooking, he'll order pick-up from your favorite place in town. You need to send a package at the post office? He'll wait hours in line on the busiest day of the week. Whatever he can do for you, he makes sure it gets done. So you never have to worry about something once you pass the responsibility to him. Showing you he's a more than capable partner and future father.

When your baby bump starts to show, Kayn's favorite thing to do is touch it. Applying the softest pressure as he runs his hands and finger across your rounding stomach. He's always enamored whenever he feels the baby move; another reminder of how amazing you are. And he never forgets to vocalize it. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" he'll say like you've cursed him. Cradling your face and taking your mouth.

You never have to tell this man more than once to touch or have sex with you. It's part of his daily routine a this point. And definitely one of his favorite ways to bond with you. But now that you're pregnant, it's as if the sex between you two has shifted into another plane of pleasurable existence. Never getting enough of it, even moments after finishing. But on the days you're not up for it, he respects it. And doesn't mind defaulting to cuddling, before dozing off to sleep with you in his arms. (But he eagerly counts down the time for when you're in the mood again.)

Kayn tries not to show to much of his softer-side; he rather be the one to have his shoulder wet than yours. But at your ultrasound appointment, once it's confirmed you're having a girl, his whole punk 'fuck only the hot police' persona collapses. You notice him clear his throat, and quickly swipe a knuckle at the corner of his eyes. He masks this dent of composure by huffing a laugh, "Guess I'm, uh...going to be kicking the crap out of a lot of asses later."

#league of legends #heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel x reader #kayn x reader #ezreal x reader #aphelios x reader #request #reqs open

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beansprean · 1 year

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Here's that au I threatened everyone about :D

Context for those who have never seen Pushing Daisies: it’s about a pie baker with the power to bring people back from the dead by touching their skin. If he touches them again, they die forever. He has about a minute to re-dead someone after revival to avoid having someone else around die as a trade and uses this power to solve murders. He revived his childhood friend/crush/first kiss and now they can never ever touch skin to skin or ☠️ its a very cute show despite this premise, very quirky and stylized and created by Bryan Fuller!

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Full body drawing of Guillermo, dressed in a black tee shirt, dark green chinos, red sneakers, black leather gloves, and an apron around his waist. He is holding a steaming pie in both hands on his right side and is smiling adoringly up towards a human Nandor on his left. Nandor smiles back at him with equal adoration, hair up in a half bun and earring dangling from his left ear. He is wearing a loud yellow flower patterned shirt unbuttoned to his sternum and tucked into light wash jeans under a brown suede fringe jacket. His belt buckle has a horse on it. Arms safely tucked behind his back, Nandor gently knocks one of his brown boots against Guillermo's foot. A logo in the top left corner is a mishmash of the What We Do in the Shadows and Pushing Daisies logos, now reading "What We Push in the Daisies."

2a. In the foreground, the corpse of Jenna is laying on a silver table and covered chest down by a white cloth. On the other side of the table are Guillermo and Nandor. Guillermo looks down at Jenna, one of his gloves pulled off, and says "Ok, let's wake her up," as he touches her forehead with a bare finger. Nandor leans forward, eyes on the corpse, with an indulgent smile, arms carefully tucked behind his back. He is wearing a patterned brown blazer with a purple collar, a patterned gold tee shirt, earring, a necklace, and has his hair pulled in a low ponytail. 2b. Jenna opens her eyes with a start, color returning to her skin. She says wonderingly, "I'm alive?" Guillermo tugs his glove back on and replies quickly, "For now. So, real quick, who ki-" He is cut off as Nandor leans toward her with a sympathetic smile, asking "Can I get you anything? A glass of water? How are you feeling?" 2c. Guillermo glares over at Nandor, saying through gritted teeth, "Nandor we literally have like one minute!" Nandor glares back, holding his hands palm up in a helpless gesture, and responds "Well, it can be very disorienting to be brought back from the dead!" Jenna, still lying on the table, looks away uncomfortably and asks, pointing with her thumb, "Should I come back later, or...?"

3a. Waist up of Guillermo and Nandor as Nandor lurches forward, holding up a clear sheet of plastic wrap so he can kiss Guillermo through it. They both close their eyes through the almost-contact, Guillermo's arms stiff at his sides as hearts erupt all around them. 3b. Nandor leans back and lowers the plastic, grinning as he tosses a thumbs up and says "Still alive!" Guillermo, dazed, glasses crooked, hearts floating around his head, just stares blearily back with a grin. 3c. Zoom out, Nandor taps his chin thoughtfully and rolls his eyes toward the ceiling, a sly smile on his face. He says, "I bet if we made a full body condom we could-" Guillermo jolts, reddens, and adjusts his glasses, quickly interrupting, "Too dangerous! Probably. Right?"

4. Human Nadja and Laszlo sitting on a loud purple pink and red loveseat. Nadja is wearing a red minidress with a dark flower pattern belted at the waist with a slit up the thigh under a crop sweater with a high fur collar. She has one arm around Laszlo and the other stretched out on the arm of the couch and her legs are tucked neatly together, covered in fishnets, hair up in a bun with straight bangs and longer sections framing her face. She smirks at the viewer, all red lipstick and heavy rose eyeshadow under a decorative little fascinator. Laszlo sits at her side, legs crossed jauntily in tall leather high heeled boots. He is wearing deep red trousers and a red silk shirt in the same pattern as Nadja's dress, half unbuttoned to show a good bit of chest hair, under a fluffy fur coat. He has fishnet gloves and rose eyeshadow to match his wife and is gesturing with a little grin as he explains, "And that's how I ended up with an eye patch...on my willy. Perched in various places in the couch are three cockatoos, two of which are saying "I'm Colin! Braaak! I'm Colin!" The third is saying "I'm C-Man!" /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #lasja #mlm #pushing daisies au #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described #streaming on hbo max if u wanna check it out

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writegoblin · 11 months

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Michael Myers Headcanons

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I've super been in the mood to write lately :3c I've been pressuring myself to come up with like. Something cohesive. But nah. I just wanna get a lil silly.

SFW

- When you first meet, it's because you moved into Haddenfield. Illinois has like, three cities everyone moves to, so for you to pick a tiny town-- and Haddenfield of all the tiny towns? Something had to be wrong with you. Something Michael needed to investigate.

- In reality, you worked for a niche company that signed a contract with a Haddenfield hospital. It wasn't anything complex. But you're complex to him.

- He just quietly breaks into your home every once in a while if the mood strikes him. He's not always out murdering-- he's gotta case the houses, too! So, of course, he's taken the opportunity to break into your house the ONE night you had to do overtime.

- If you have pets, he mostly avoids them. If they're aggressive, he'll find a way to lock them up. It would be a shame to hurt you so deeply this early on after all. So Brutus can get locked in a closet for now <3

- You become more aware of his presence because he starts taking items. In a weird way this is also how you get to know him. A lot of old out of state memorabilia or souvenirs go missing. Pictures of strange places. Anything that's odd or unique looking. He might start taking hobby items just to see how frustrated you get.

- Once you two actually confront each other, it's a little bit like those old movies about the wild animal getting adopted by a human? Where at first it's like "oh god oh fuck big scary!!!" And then you flash the light on the silhouette and you see "oh you're actually just a pathetic little meow meow." That's him.

- The reason he's so meow meow is for the first time. His curiosity is winning over his blood lust, giving him sort of a clear head. He likes spending time with you cause it lets him actually think about things. You don't rush to judge him, so he experiments with himself more. (And also with you, in a way. It's how you bond!)

- I mentioned this in a previous post but I'll say it again here: he's the type to do something for you if he can reason that it benefits him. He puts you to bed because if you don't sleep early, you can't make him breakfast. If you don't eat, you get moody and THEN who will drive him to the weirdly 24/hr thrift store?! Fucked up.

- He's weird about physical affection. Some days are better than others. Some days, he's very cuddly, actually. And by cuddly, I mean leaning against you in a bid to get you to crawl into his lap or put your arms around him. On his bad days though, he gets flashbacks to the hospital. He feels like a wild animal in a cage.

- Speaking of, his bad days are when you don't see him. You're a safe space. He can't defile a sanctuary like that. If he's approaching a bad day, he might be more distant, standing in doorways and halls just. Staring. From then on, it's a matter of time. All you can do is fix whatever breaks in the aftermath. If you try to touch him, he'll leave.

- Quickest way to his heart is food and nursing. Did you just feed him pancakes after patching up his gash? Oh, heavens--

- He doesn't fall in love easily per say, more like he will trust you a bit more willingly. The love part comes FARRR later when you've seen his worst and his best, not to be corny.

NSFW

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- Before y'all met, between Halloweens, he's doing petty crime. Lots of theft. He steals magazines. You know where I'm going with this.

- He knows what he likes and he doesn't like. He has an idea of stuff he'd like to try. Lots of fantasies, not much experience save for the occasional vouyer moment.

- When you come around though, and you become sexually comfortable with him, he wants to experiment. That's kind of his other way of saying "I love you."

- Loves. Rope. Frog tie is best because he can kinda make a show of lifting you in front of a mirror and the face you make when that happens is-- *chef's kiss*

- Sadist, naturally. But I think he likes both pleasure and pain. A bit of a darker headcanon but sometimes he feels like he's stabbing you when thrusting. Your cries and mewls and erotic hollers spurring him on. Your orgasmic cries bring him back down. His own orgasm brings him back. He's him again.

- He loves intimidating you. If you're shorter or weaker in any way, he loves backing you into corners and making you feel small.

- If you're aggressive, he loves a challenge too. In fact, if you're into play wrestling he might be down sometimes. It wakes up this primal instinct in him that needs to pin you down. And he likes a good challenge.

- He's very thick. Very long. I'm thinking 8", uncircumcized, upward pitch. Bit veiny too if im honest. His first load is always stupid big.

- If you're a squirter, 🫡 it was nice knowing you Mr. President--//shot

- Once he gets the basics down, and you two start experimenting, and that happens for the first time, it is his goal. His duty. To make sure it happens every time.

- He has a third dense for your arousal. He's good at reading body language (he scares you sometimes, with how easily he can read your thoughts), so sometimes he'll wait until you're subtly showing signs without knowing. Wiggling your hips, sighing, taking off layers of clothes. And when you least expect it, that's when he'll get you.

- Low key has a thing for pheromones, I think. Like musky scents n all that. The scent of arousal. He loves eating for that reason among other more obvious ones.

- If you want him to be submissive, it will take lots of convincing. You'll have to catch him when he's in a more receptive state-- when he's reflecting on himself. He'll be more open to the idea then.

#michael myers x reader #michael myers smut #michael myers #slashers x reader #slasher smut #slasher headcanons #fuck it i wrote this at 4 am time to pass out lol

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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oh god no! pro shippers can choke lol—i was thinking about poly ship with either asmo/mc/solomon or i was thinkin it’d be interesting to see what you think a poly v with barb & simeon would be like with mc. ( mc has two hands one for barb & the other for simeon :3c ) or if you have any other thoughts/hc’s for other pairings I’m down 💖💖 thank you btw I just found your blog today & I’m really loving what I’ve read so far

solomon & asmo being blanket hogs

includes: solomon x asmo x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

a/n: my new favorite obsession istg. tysm for giving me this idea ily!! and good lol, i just had to make sure haha. i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come talk w me ^^

if you don't reblog u hate asmo

“wake up!” you hiss loudly, shaking asmo. “goddamnit, asmo!”

“wha- what?!” asmo jolts up, yanking his sleep mask up to his forehead. beside him, solomon sleeps on and you know nothing short of an earthquake will wake him.

“you guys are stealing all of the covers,” you say. “and it’s freezing in here, since someone has to sleep with the air on.”

“studies show it’s better for your health!” asmo defends. “and sleeping well is truly the foundation to looking and feeling good!”

“okay, but i’m still cold,” you complain. “and you and solomon are the worst bed and sheet hogs and i can’t fall asleep!”

“aw, babe, i swear i won’t steal the sheets. let’s lay back down and try to sleep, okay? if you want, i can keep you warm~”

“asmodeus.” you’re at the end of your rope, something he seems to realize. “if you don’t give me a real solution i’m leaving and sleeping on the couch in the living room, where it’s warm and i can have blankets.”

“hey, hey, there’s no need for that!” asmo says quickly, like you knew he would. he hates to sleep without you and solomon. “how about you sleep in the middle tonight? then you won’t get pushed to the side and you’ll have access to all of the blankets you need. plus, you’ll get more body heat.”

“fine,” you agree, “but i swear to god, if this continues i’m never sleeping with you again.”

you and asmo shuffle around, switching spots. you wiggle down under the covers next to solomon, and asmo slots himself beside you, wrapping an arm around you waist. asmo’s right; it is warmer. hopefully you’ll manage to salvage some of your rest.

you wake up delightfully warm, cocooned in a pocket of heat. arms and legs and sheets are in a tangle, and you can feel someone stroking up and down your spine. turning over slightly, you blink up at solomon, who gives you a sweet smile.

“good morning,” he whispers, mindful of a still-snoozing asmo. “can i ask about the change in positions? not that i’m upset, of course. waking up next to you was a great way to start my morning.”

“you guys kept stealing the sheets and almost pushing me off of the bed, so asmo and i decided switching spots was best.”

“really?” solomon quirks a brow, hand stilling against your bare skin. solomon never hesitates to take advantage of your shirt bunching up slightly during the night, seeking skin-to-skin contact like some sort of leech. “you decided?”

“don’t sound so dubious,” you chastise. “but you’re right, i threatened him by saying i’d move to the couch and he gave in.”

“that’s mean,” solomon says, but humor is evident in his tone.

“no,” you disagree, but before you can continue, asmo’s muffled voice cuts you off.

“it was! mc woke me up to complain! i lost precious beauty sleep!”

“i’m sure you’ll survive,” solomon says, and his hand leaves your back to brush against asmo’s shoulder. “and if you end up tired later, a nap wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

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thebardisabird · 11 months

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Hey Bard, may I ask for an imagine of the boys receiving an extremely fancy and detailed oil painting group portrait from their artist S/O? I think they deserve something extravagant as a little treat. :3c

Of course, Mika, what a sweet gift to give them 🥰 Hope it's okay if it's on the long-headcanonish side with this imagine. With his eyes lighting up, Osomatsu's immediate reaction is to shout "WOAHHHH!" He knew you were an artist and always admired the talent that you possessed, but to see it actually involve him and his family? He can't stop starting it at, it's so amazing to him! Your face ends up covered in kisses accompanied by very loud 'thank you's. "I can't believe I'm in a painting, haha oh man! No one better ever tell me I'm not worth anything ever again!" The second brother is rendered speechless. His eyes won't leave the painting, taking in every stroke and color that covers the canvas. Karamatsu knows the time this must've taken you (he sometimes watches you when you paint), and it touches him that you picked him to be part of your subject muse. He's overwhelmed with an amalgam of emotions - he tries his hardest not to cry as he thanks you for such a beautiful piece of art. "My love, I...I don't have words. This is beyond incredible, to be portrayed this way by you, I...thank you."

Choromatsu takes the painting with gentle hands, his mouth agape at the sheer artistry of the piece. He comments on all the little details you got in: the skintones, the shading, even little character accents. He's so impressed by your skill and even moreso that you thought to include him in this. There's sincerity in his eyes when he holds the painting close to chest, a gentle smile on his face as he voices his appreciation. "You even got the the shape of my mouth perfect. I swear this looks like an actual photo! You're amazing, you know that, right?" Breathless at the reveal of the painting, Ichimatsu's gaze holds some serious admiration. He carefully traces his fingers over the canvas, small whispers of astonishment escaping him while he physically feels the strokes of your genius under his fingertips. When he sees his face in the painting, he freezes. The tears that slide into the corners of his eyes are unstoppable. He's hoping you don't see them when you ask if he likes the painting, but they fall anyway. "Of course I do...it was something you made. For me...with me in it...I...I love it."

Jyushimatsu becomes instantly animated - so much so you swear you see sparkles and stars bouncing off of him. He catches sight of his face in the portrait and his grin grows even wider. Switching between looking at you and looking at the painting, his pleased laugh warms your heart. Even moreso when he makes that jovial face you adore so much when he gives you his thanks. "Wow! Is that me? Did you paint me?! I look so real! Can I keep this? I wanna hang it up so I can look at it allllll the time!"

The squeal that Todomatsu lets out almost hurts your ears, but it's followed by a rapid fire succession of words of gratitude. He's gawking at the piece with stars twinkling in his eyes. You're almost touched by his extreme excitement for something you worked hard on. He presses a hard kiss to your cheek before immediately taking off to show his family his elegant gift. You receive a series of text messages later that day thanking you for the phenomenal art (as well as an apology for just ditching you the way he did, he was just too excited and couldn't wait to show it off). "I promise I'll make it up to you! Coffee on me this Friday? I'm so sorry again, but can you blame me? You made me so cute! I just HAD to show everyone!"

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squipdop · 1 month

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HIIIII CAN I ASK ABOUT THE SIX YEARS LATER AU???

Howd they bring up the junior scouts idea to max??? Was he like Whatever sure or super tsundere or surprisingly emotional that they wanted him back after he aged out?? Did anyone else come back or do special day-long visits like how schools bring in visitors? What does max think of the new kids? They all look so cool i love Max's hair!!!!

HI HI HELLO YES OFC!!! :33

Okay so. I call it the '6 years later' AU but technically i have Stuff Planned for all the time that passed between now and then too, so this'll be a bit longer, sorry!!

Max joining the counselor team was actually kind of a natural/gradual development?? Basically, since I can't make CC content that isn't found family Max has a shit home life, and, even if he hates to admit it at first, the three months of summer camp become his bright spot each year. David and Gwen catch on to that, but there isn't much they can do to help outside of camp - until one day Max (age 13/14ish) shows up on Gwen's doorstep because he ran away from home, 'since his parents won't care either way'. While he does return home after hiding out at Gwen's place for a weekend, this kind of kicks off a pattern of Max running away sporadically, to Gwen's, later David's, or his friends places. I could go into more detail here but. this is already long. oop.

ANYWAYS. So with Max spending basically all the time he can away from home and the summers at camp, once he ages out there's. A Bit of panic starting in him once summer gets closer again, because his Safe Place seems inaccessible, and two of his OTHER options, especially for longer stays away from home, would also be unavailable. Gwen and David notice this (it manifests in Max staying over More but Angrier) and try to find a solution. Gwen proposes the Jr Counselor idea. They introduce the idea to Max by kinda implying that workload around camp is a lot, and it'd really hurt to miss one of their most experienced campers, but... maybe, if he worked there too (well, interned. basically unpaid. but! no camp tuition!) he could help them? so they basically give Max a way to say yes without admitting that he's the one who needs camp the most. He does insult the whole thing ofc, and says like he's just doing it because he knows camp would burn down without him there ("actually, most of the fires we had were started by you...?" "shut it, david") but secretly he's really really happy. He might even thank them later that evening. Quietly. Before complaining about it preemptively. <3

WAH THATS ALREADY SUCH A WALL OF TEXT ok ill hurry up w the rest:

While most of the other campers had some rotations over the years, I don't have conk rete plans for most of them - Nikki and Neil are still Max' gang, and returned for multiple summers, if not all. This year though, Neil is busy with college prep, and Nikki is spending the summer at home because of family crisis. They still video call a lot, they're still The Gang. I have sketched designs for them, but I'm not quite happy yet.

Max at first doesn't take his role seriously, because he's basically just Back For Another Summer, but pretty quickly realises Gwen and David DO have expectations, and DO give him responsibilities. He takes a while to come around on his new relationship to the younger kids, and especially one of the youngest kids takes a liking to him, a very anxious young girl, which annoys him at first, but... well. It's a whole ~character arc~ for Max waiting to happen tbh.

OK THANK YOU IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR IM SORRY ITS SO LONG. i wasnt lying when i said i have So Many Thoughts about this. ANYWAYS as thank u for getting this far heres a doodle of Max putting up his hair. :3c

#Camp Camp #Camp Camp Max #Camp Counselor Max AU #<- the AU tag #Nudel draws stuff #bitt-better

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threadsun · 1 month

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Flanon Asks: "Omg okay, biting.

TDV, DOL, your OCs, anything. I want to see biting/marking headcanons or writing!!!

I had a friend (I don’t wanna say Situationship or fwb but we have a vibe ig) who bit me on the arm the other day and hoooooly shit oh my god 😫

Maybe the bitten/biter experiences some sorta euphoria or like, ‘click’ after experiencing it for the first time?

- 🍮"

Ooooh I love biting!! I'll give a selection of who I think would be most into it >:3c

Content: biting, sadism, marking

To Do Valley:

Abigail bites people both as a stim and because she thinks it's funny to see how they react! She'll bite anyone she likes, especially her friends and partners.

Harvey tends to bite out of a mixture of sadism and curiosity. He loves how startled people are by it since he doesn't seem the type, and he loves to watch the way bite marks develop and heal.

Sebastian and Maru both make the cutest sounds when you bite them~ They'll squeak and whimper and squirm and it's absolutely adorable, especially when they get flustered after!

Sam gets flustered if you bite him and definitely enjoys it, and he'll bite you right back! He's got kinda sharp teeth too, so he always leaves some deep marks that he admires later.

Degrees of Lewdity:

Robin and Sydney blush and make cute sounds when you bite them too! If you rile them up enough, they might bite back, though they'll be apologetic about it afterwards.

Kylar will leave you covered in bite marks to claim you and will demand that you do the same for him. Everyone needs to know that the two of you belong to each other.

Whitney bites you for fun, he likes watching you yelp and squirm! He also thinks it's hot if you get overwhelmed during sex and bite him to let out some of that pent up energy~

Black Wolf is obviously a biter. She's gentle because she knows you can't handle the full strength of her jaws, but she uses it to hold you in place and show her ownership.

Avery will bite you as a warning when you upset her. For her it's not a sexy thing, it's an anger thing, but if it turns you on then she'll definitely mentally file that away to use against you.

Izzy enjoys biting and being bitten, she gets real giggly over it. You can tell she's going to bite you because she starts giggling first. And if you bite her, you'd better be ready to fuck~

Weird Earth:

Zander is a biter, especially in golem mode but just in general. His teeth are sharp and jagged~ He'll also moan if you bite him and ask you to do it again, harder.

Glitch bites out of anger, annoyance, being overwhelmed... really any strong emotion is enough to make him sink his fangs into you. Especially if you ignore his hissing.

Lin bites for fun and curiosity. He gets bored easily, and biting always gets a fun reaction from people. He also loves to see who does and doesn't get turned on by it~

Yana enjoys startling you by biting you suddenly and for no reason. She wants to keep you on your toes. She'll definitely mock you if you get turned on when she bites you.

Gin and Aisling both have very sharp teeth and like to bite for fun. Gin's teeth are slightly jagged and she loves marking you. Aisling enjoys riling you up whenever she can~

Callum loves to bite and be bitten. It's pretty much inevitable if you're getting frisky with him. Expect to be covered in drool and bite marks whenever you start kissing him.

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sbk-zgvlt · 10 months

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Pookie... It's my last full day at the beach...

So any Sebek at the beach headcannons? :3c

Anything for u bestie🙏

He stays on the shore most of the time 😭

He does get some extra rays in. Literally sunbathing. He's so unbothered about it too

If Diasomnia were coming with, then he's stressed out of his mind. Making sure Silver doesnt fall asleep while swimming and accidentally drown, tending to Malleus' every need, and trying his best to not fall for any of Lilia's pranks

If they WERENT, and lets say, he was being accompanied by the FIRST YEARS instead...well

He making the most out of it FR fr

Has a whole fucking SETUP bro. A foldable beach chair, an umbrella, and a small table where he can put his fucking DRY MARTINIS (he cannot drink at all) (theyre only there for show)

One time Ace and Epel tried to dump him into the water since he was SO CLOSE

Sebek picked them up and tossed them instead (No one bothered him ever again)

Its actually rare that he tries to swim though!!! Despite it being something that Sebek actually enjoys

This is because cough cough, half crocodile fae. He's not too fond of his form since he actually lacks a lot of scales than the average crocodile fae. He got made fun of for it, so his form just reminds him that he'll never be full fae 😭

If he DOES decide to swim, he does it without warning. One second he's reading a book then he disappears from his beach chair and 5 minutes later you find him literally SITTING at the bottom of the sea. Croc form out RAHHH

He strays away from the others though. At first, simply because he prefers being alone when swimming, especially with his form out. When he gets used to having other people around though, he strays away because. He forgets. He swims for a bit and BOOM he is suddenly miles away

The first years were trying to find him and Ortho spotted him at the OPPOSITE side of the beach floating around

Anyways did you know crocodiles can "surf"

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks!#my headcanons!

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meownotgood · 8 months

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re masochistic aki :3c i hc that he likes to spar with you solely because it gives him an excuse to get your hands on him, to pin him down. he feels soooooo guilty about it but he can’t stop- he’s not letting you *win* but he’s certainly not giving it his all. it wouldn’t be as good if you both weren’t sweaty on the mat, your grin bright from winning, his hands over his head as your knee presses into his stomach. and afterwards when you’re so gentle to him, asking if you hit him too hard and he *insists* he’s taking harder but the second he’s back in the privacy of his own apartment he’s groaning and pressing on those fingertip-shaped bruises, grabbing his dick through his sweatpants and trying to keep from panting.., - 🍊

haven't been able to focus at work today because I can't stop thinking about this ask I want you to know that.

there's just something about sparring with aki, something about him offering to show you martial arts or teach you boxing. he'll always wear a tank top that shows off his scarred arms and his strong shoulders and a bit of his stomach when he stretches his arms upward, beads of sweat will cling to the back of his neck and his face after a while.

you can't shake the feeling he's going easy on you, or he at least doesn't want to hurt you. yet still, no matter how many times you do a move successfully, no matter how much you push him down or pin him to the ground he doesn't give up, nor does he try any harder — he just catches his breath, gives you a nod, and says, that was great. alright, let's go again.

it's because there's something about sparring with you that aki can't get enough of. it was innocent at first, he swears. he only wanted to teach you how to fight better, so you can defend yourself if something were to happen and he wasn't there. but he's far past the point of playing the innocent card anymore. he's so ridiculous, he'd die of embarrassment if you ever found out the true way he feels.

you can never know how much he likes it when you pin him down, your palm pressing his face into the floor. he'll blame how much he's sweating on the workout, he's breathing hard and his face is bright red because of how hot he is, that's all. and when he calls off your training session early, he says he's tired, claims he needs to rest, and that's true, but what he doesn't tell you is his head is spinning, he can't think about anything else but you, his whole body is tingling from something other than pain.

later, when he can't sleep, he recounts in his memory how you pinned him down, with your foot on his head and your hands roughly tugging his arms up. it hurt, but that's the whole point. that's the best part. aki breathes out a long sigh, swears to himself because he's already hard, he pushes his hair from his face with one hand and hesitantly slips the other down his pants, saying a silent prayer that you'll show up to train with him again tomorrow.

#:3c INDEED #mischievously presses a paw to my face #he's so touch starved he loves it when you're rough with him because at least then your hands are on him #ohhhhh he's so cutie I wanna beat him up........#ask mags #aki <3

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squ1dd · 6 months

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HI IT'S PIZZA TOWER AU TIME💥💥💥💥💥

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

(Blood stain TW??)

Here is the White Noise AU !!

This AU takes place after the towers collapse, during the escape, a large piece of debris falls onto The Noise. This causes him to get memory loss. He no longer remembers most things, such as his TV show (NTV), his rivalry with peppino, and much more important things. He has forgotten entirely who he was before/during the tower, and is trying to figure himself out again.

This was actually the first ever Pizza Tower AU I've come up with that actually includes Pizza Tower characters, with The Noise being the protagonist because that's how much I love him 🙏🙏

I will make designs and lore for the other characters who appear in the AU later, but have this for now

Also I may or may not make this a comic..... I think it would be fun :3c

(Also no, this AU isn't The Noise being a white man 💀 he's Hispanic, not white 😭😭 my friends have made this assumption a lot 💀💀💀)

(Edit: feel free to start asking questions about the au, or for Theodore himself, but please specify if it's for the AU so I don't get confused LMAO)

#pizza tower au #white noise pizza tower au #white noise au #theodore noisester #the noise #my art #also i know my hand writing is shit dont make fun of me /j #also this probably isnt all the lore #just some of it for now #it might change idk #ok ill shut up now

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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An idea: Emmet and Ingo's s/o trying out high quality(tm) sexy costume(feel free to pick which brother gets what costume: maid, bunny girl, sexy kitten, ect…) for a future surprise, but their boyfriend ends up leaving work earlier than planned and walks in on their respective s/o trying out some poses while playful/awkwardly calling out their names? :3c

Second hand embarrassment, my enemy.

🔞18+🔞

🔲Ingo🔲

- Ingo was hoping to surprise you. He never gets off work early, usually he clocks out right on time or later, but here he is! Walking into your shared house a few hours early.

- He doesn’t hear you anywhere is his first clue. He didn’t even yell out that he’s home cause it was so quiet. He figured maybe you went to the store and would be back shortly, after all he didn’t text you he’d be home.

- He takes off his shoes and goes to the bedroom to change into some lounge clothes.

- He opens the door to the air being knocked out of him.

- You’re standing in front of the floor length mirror giggling to yourself, dressed in a skimpy cow themed lingerie set.

- White thigh highs with that cute pink cow print, only being held up by straps, a similar color themed thong and bikini top, if he could even call it that.

- It just barely covered your nipples.

- And those realistic cute cow ears and horns.

- Oh he was a goner the second he saw you like this.

- He was hard within seconds.

- His breathing quirks up.

- You’re stunning.

- And you haven’t even noticed him yet, you just stood there giggling to yourself while taking in the outfit, or lack there of.

- Ingo doesn’t know what to do, his body in a battle, does he leave and pretend he never saw until you show him yourself? Or does he announce himself? Oh how he wants to just-

- “Ah! I-I didn’t know you’d be home so early!” Your panicked, you don’t know if you should cover yourself or not.

- “Y…yeah I thought I’d surprise you today, it seems I’m the one who got surprised.”

- Your face blooms in color as his pale eyes look you over.

- “I thought I’d buy this for uh one of our sessions, i was just trying it on to see if it fit or looked good on me.” You’re trying to make it sound like an everyday outfit.

- With that he moves closer “it look perfect on you.”

Everything moved so quickly, you don’t recall how you ended up flat on your back on the bed, legs spread, folded into a mating press.

With Ingo mercilessly pounding into you.

Your cow ears lay crookedly on your head as your cry out.

“Such a good little breeder, making such a mess f’me.” Ingo moans, you feel too good, he’s going to cum again.

You can do nothing but take it, your brain has been fucked out of you three orgasms ago.

“P-please! Fuuuck you’re so deep!”

Ingo plans to ruin this pretty little outfit of yours.

🔳Emmet🔳

- He occasionally gets off work early, but he always texts you when he does cause he just gets so excited! He can’t wait to see you. Even if you both live together.

- But this time he held off! Emmet wants to see the look of surprise on your face and by the stars he’s going to get it!

- But it seems you’ve won yet again.

- Emmet barreled through the door and pouted that you weren’t in sight, not in the living room, not in the kitchen, and not in the dining room.

- He figures you must be in bed, you do take naps after all.

- But poking his head into your shared bedroom and is instantly interested.

- Such a cute more ‘innocent’ spin on a bunny outfit, a strapless dress, tight around your chest, but flows out like an aline, it absolutely doesn’t cover your butt. A cute set of bunny ears sat on your head and you had a cute fluffy tail attached to very small, almost thong like underwear.

- Emmet could see everything.

- And he wasn’t complaining.

- He leans against the door frame licking his lips at the sight of you.

- Oh you’re perfect.

- He can’t wait for you to notice him.

- Watching you make final adjustments he makes himself known.

- “Oh darling!”

- He laughs at your half shriek.

- “My what a nice surprise to come home to! You look verrry nice.”

- “I-I mean was meant to be a surprise for you, but…guess you surprised me instead?” You laugh a little awkwardly, oh man this is bad.

Emmet coos at how cute you look.

“You’re taking my cock soo well darling!”

You can’t respond. Your mind is foggy with lust. He won’t let up, Emmet just keep roughly thrusting into you.

Taking you from behind, your arms gave out long ago, your cheek pressed against the pillow.

Emmet keeps holding you up by your false bunny tail.

“Mmm Seem to like me fucking your dumb bunny cunt, aahh! Fuck it’s like you’re trying to milk me dry!”

Your muddled brain can barely register his drool dropping onto your back before he bites into your shoulder.

You can only cry out with tears rolling down your face with each brutal thrust he give.

#🔞🔞🔞#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #smut

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I only know about Anastasia through the wiki plot summary, but the parts you've posted so far of the Sandman Anastasia AU makes me excited to read more.

Read the part with the Hob and Dream interaction on the staircase and. The Angst. The potential future angst when Dream finds out what reward Hob actually asked for (assuming that's in line with the movie?) and he runs through this exact conversation in his head again! With those last words he spoke to Hob playing on repeat.

An evil part of me wants Hob to die in his efforts tying up loose ends (but succeeding) and for Dream to find out everything when it's too late to change anything. Maybe shortly after Hob's death. Or perhaps he isolates himself from the world and shows up at the inn 100 years later only to then find out the truth. Dream can never make amends and never gets closure. He settles further inside himself, putting up more walls between himself and the world. Or this is his tipping point.

Maybe Hob leaves behind a letter for him, apologizing to Dream asking not for his forgiveness but wishing him well and hoping that everything is good now that he's back to who he was. That he's happy.

Or, Hob does succeed and survive, and lives out his full life. But still dies before the 100th year meeting, that Dream shows up to.

Don't know the extent of Dream's power in the AU, if there's the Dreaming, if he can feel when a dreamer dies or not enter the Dreaming anymore. Bc in either scenario, what if he decides to never contact Hob again, but he feels Hob's death (bc he can't help but to keep tabs on Hob, despite everything), when, since Hob got his reward, !shouldn't! happen? And that's how he finds out.

BUT while that sounds tempting I'd really rather have the Angst train and the Happy Ending.

Thanks for reading my ramblings!

(Anastasia AU masterpost here!)

Thank YOU for sharing them, I enjoyed them very much! :3c

I'm very dedicated to happy endings, so don't worry, there'll be no great final tragedy... HOWEVER, I did feel tempted to write a sad little something, so I'll juuuuuust put that under the cut here....

(This is NOT CANON to the Anastasia AU - think of it as a hypothetical Bad Ending nightmare at most! Also, warning for major character death, of course.)

(I guess I'll still tag @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans and @sunshines-fabulous-legs even though it's not technically canon to the AU...)

A hundred years pass in a blink.

Dream is busy, oh yes, very busy indeed, gathering his surviving dreams and nightmares together, carving out a tiny, miserable approximation of what was once his realm to house them. The New Dreaming is not what it once was, but it is enough - and where it is not, he works harder.

(If he is busy, then there is no opportunity to think of a time where he was once humans, with human needs and wants and loves. He can banish those memories from his mind, push them under layers and layers of plans and tasks, and feel his heart grow only ever so slightly heavier with it.)

His siblings are as busy as him, all trying desperately to recover scraps of their former strength. Sometimes, he helps them if he can, other times he is simply there to lean on and to hold them if he can't.

In those hundred years, Destiny wept - once, only once, but that was already more than Dream should ever have thought possible - in front of him, Desire screamed and howled and heaped verbal abuse on him in their frustration far more frequently, and Delirium clung to him as her physical form wavered and scattered like iridescent oil on a puddle. She slipped through his arms whenever he tried to hold her in return, and that was, perhaps, the worst of it.

No word of Destruction, Despair quiet and reclusive... and Death oh so tired. The humans now walk to The Sunless Lands without her, often refuse her hand if she tries. Dream can tell how it breaks her heart, and how carefully she hides it for her siblings' comfort.

It's a difficult century for them all.

But some things get better.

They heal. They grow. They recover. Humanity loses grip of their hatred, forgets about what they once did to the Endless, or why. It will take many more centuries, perhaps millenia, to undo all the harm that has been done - but be undone it will, that much is clear even after just one hundred years.

They have hope, still and always; and they have each other, and the truly endless love they each feel for their siblings. Dream is no longer lost and alone in the cold and the snow, as he once was as Murphy. He belongs now, something he has always yearned for, and it is a precious thing indeed.

But still he-

Sometimes, he-

(Hob Gadling and his smiles, Hob Gadling and the warmth of his hands, Hob Gadling and his ever-laughing mouth.

Hob Gadling asking 'would you come' in a voice too small and afraid for him, and the tears in his eyes at Dream's response.

He remembers these, sometimes, and wishes he didn't.)

A hundred years have passed by, and something in Dream has... it has softened. Gentled. Murphy, that frightened, furious, heartbroken man, or what remains of him in Dream of the Endless - he has healed, too.

He is beginning to regret his harsh refusal, now.

Is beginning to miss Hob.

Is considering, perhaps, to forgive him, even.

(The Corinthian has never bothered Dream again, has never wreaked havoc among the humans. Hob has succeeded admirably in his task, it seems... and perhaps this is something Dream should have recalled, in his aching fury: people are almost always better than one thinks they are.)

The hundredth anniversary of their final meeting on the stairs draws near...

And on an impulse, on the centennial of that fateful day, Dream calls Matthew to him, and slips out of their safe haven in silence, telling none of his siblings where he is bound - though he suspects, from Destiny quietly watching him leave, that one at least knows.

He treads carefully in the Waking, in the human world, but few care to notice him. The Endless are a fairytale, a horror story. A hundred years have washed the truth out of the tale, and there is none of that sharp suspicion in the humans' eyes he recalls from his journey as Murphy.

He is in London in an instant, at the park where he used to feed the birds and steal purses from passersby. Down the street then, to the White Horse inn, and-

And-

The White Horse is gone.

A ruin stands in its place, closed down. The merciless grind of the gears of time have not spared it, clearly.

Dream is, briefly, at a loss. They have not specified another meeting place, and with his diminished powers it is... difficult, even for one such as him, to find a singular human - only more so if that human is immortal, and surely working hard to remain undetected. How will he-

"So you have come," says a voice behind him, and for a moment Dream's not-heart is beating in his throat, and he turns, relief sparking in his chest, the name Hob on his lips like a sigh...

"...sir," Gilbert finishes, standing there alone, and Dream's heart plummets again.

(Gilbert had taken his leave, after the whole affair, had begged permission to remain in the Waking - and Dream had granted it. Gilbert had been such a painful reminder of a time when he's been both at his most miserable and at his happiest, and sending him away had been... easier, then.)

"Fiddler's Green." Dream inclines his head. "My greetings."

"Gilbert. If it please your majesty." Gilbert corrects quietly. He looks sombre, and tired, a far cry from the curiosity and easy cheer of their journey oh-so-long ago. "May I beg a moment of your time?"

"...I was intending to meet..." Dream gestures vaguely to the White Horse, unable to say the words. Say the name. "Do you, perhaps, know..."

"Yes. Yes, sir. I know who you have come to meet." Gilbert blinks a few times, very quickly. Looks down at his hands followed over the tip of his cane. "Please, follow me. I know a place where we can sit and talk."

Dream hesitates, glancing back at the ruins of the inn - what if Hob should arrive in the meantime? - but then reminds himself how close Hob and Gilbert were, once upon a time. Gilbert would not lead him away if not for good reasons.

Quietly, nervously, he follows.

Gilbert brings him to another pub a few streets down, named The New Inn. A sweet, pleasant place, gentle and warm the way Fiddler's Green once used to be - he spends much time here, Dream can instantly tell.

(His eyes search each table for a familiar face. But he finds none.)

They sit, and Gilbert folds his hands, wrings them nervously, before finally pulling a well-aged envelope from his coat.

"This was given to me many years ago by... our mutual friend." He begins, haltingly. There is something achingly sad, something hushed, in the exhausted slump of his shoulders. "He begged a promise from me, that I would be here, on this day, every hundred years, and give it to you, my Lord, if you ever... he instructed me, in confidence, not to suspect you 'ere half a millennium has passed - you have rather defied his pessimistic expectations."

A smile, then... but tears, the dewdrops on flowers in the morning, gathering in the corners of Gilbert's eyes. Fear gripped Dream's heart, and would not release it.

"Dear Robert. And yet, he never doubted that you would, one day, appear. Such faith he had in you."

"Had?" Dream chokes around the word. On his shoulder, Matthew grows uneasy.

"Read the letter, my Lord." Gilbert's smile is gentle as well as sad, as he pushes the letter across the table. "And you shall know all he wanted you to know."

There is a name on the envelope, Dream of the Endless written in Hob's scrawl, still familiar after so many years - and then, (Murphy) underneath it.

Dream dreads what he will find in this letter - but he opens it with shaking fingers, and begins to read, nonetheless.

My Honoured Lord, Dream of the Endless etc. etc. (My dearest Murphy)

It is my fond and foolish hope that this letter finds you well, and that you have since grown to forgive poor, lowly Hob Gadling - who was ever your friend, if you can bring yourself to believe it. (Perhaps you cannot. I wouldn't blame you. But know that, from the moment I first saw you, I cared for you, and never wished you harm. Hate me for the deception, hate me for my greed - but do not think I did not truly love you. Because I did, Murphy, Dream, whichever name you now prefer. I did.) I've asked Gil to hand you this letter if you ever come to the White Horse. Please don't be cross with him, he fought me on this every step of the way, and even now I am not sure if I have sworn him to secrecy firmly enough. If he's blabbed to you, be happy, his loyalty to you has won out over my pleas, which I do not blame him for at all - and if he hasn't. Well. Thank him for me, will you? He's been a true friend to me, always, and I... appreciate his fealty. Now, the most important thing I have to tell you: I refused your sister's reward. Yes, I know. I'm a fool. After all I did for it, too. But you were right. I didn't deserve it, I was a greedy, manipulative bastard... ...and I was in love with you, of course, and couldn't bear the thought of spending an immortal life being hated by you. (Forgive her, too, for not telling you, please. All on my request, not her fault.) I don't know why exactly I refused, in the end. I was trying to prove something, maybe. To me, to you - it hardly matters. Not anymore, at least. I'm going to see if I can't give our pursuer hell, and that'll likely... not end well for me. But even if I am fortunate enough to survive that encounter, I doubt I'll live to the ripe old age of 130-something, so... I'm sorry I couldn't make our appointment, my friend, my love - and after I was the one to suggest it, too. Unfair of me, perhaps... but at least you'll have this letter, and all I wanted still to tell you. If I died, if I am dead now, you must know that I died happy. You are with your family again, you've returned to your true self, and I could help you achieve that. This time, I could help, and I'm so glad. I love you. Foolish, of a mortal, to love an Endless, but there it is. I loved you as Murphy, and I love you still as Dream, and I am happy to know the one I love safe and free and - I hope, I pray - content and living a life of joy. Be well, Dream of the Endless. Think of me, now and then, if you can bear it - and recall, perhaps, that even low and greedy humans may show themselves to be better than you'd think at first. I love you. Forgive me. And farewell forever. Yours, always, always yours, Hob Gadling

A wet splash as a tear drops onto the letter, old ink running slightly under it; and then another, before Gilbert's gentle hands pull the paper to safety.

Dream sits there for hours, crying like a child, like a human, mourning, regretting...

...and admitting, at last, that he loved Hob, and loves Hob still, even now, when it is far too late for love to change any of it.

He would turn back time if he could, beg his father on his knees for the chance to undo this - but he does not have power enough to even ask, and knows he will be denied either way. He has lost Hob; has lost him to anger and jilted feelings, to secrets and unspoken words. To the Corinthian's dagger, or the tooth of time.

He has lost Hob, and his heart with him.

Gilbert and Matthew bring him home, eventually. His siblings comfort him silently, aching in empathy of his grief.

A century has passed, and soon another will start, and pass, and be gone, over and over and over. Life is rich, and goes on forevermore... only without one never-truly-immortal in it.

And Dream will forever remember Hob Gadling, will think of him at every judgement he passes over a mortal life, at every burst of fury in his chest. Will think of kindness, of forgiveness, of friendship.

And, forever and always, of love.

#WyAnswers #WyWrites #dreamling #anastasia dreamling au #but this is NOT CANON #i just really felt like writing tragedy and angst i guess #please imagine dream waking up after this and it's just a bad nightmare that's already fading from his memory #or hob managed to defeat the corinthian and death ended up giving him immortality anyway #he just didn't manage to tell gilbert #and forgot the right date #so he bursts into the new inn later like wAIT I'M NOT DEAD THE LETTER IS A LIE #and dream eventually ends up crying into his shoulder #and ordering hob to never frighten him like that again #there fixed it in the tags #anyway thank you for the ask anon!#it clearly unlocked something in me #tw major character death #so unlike me to write mcd but here we are

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Last Rites

Pairing: Daemonic Ravus Nox Fleuret x f!reader (Slight Ardyn Izunia x reader)

Synopsis: Ardyn finds another way to torture Ravus while waiting for Noctis at Zegnautus Keep.

Warnings: explicit smut, noncon, drugging, borderline monsterfucking, slight body horror

Tags: voyeurism, rough sex, size kink

Notes: I did an oopsie :3c I still intend to write for Yuri, but I needed to balance things out from my last story and have been in a monster fucking mood recently. This is a lil dark so, uh, beware.

Word Count: 5.3k

“Chancellor Izunia,” you said with relief, your shoulders relaxing slightly as you finally entered the security room he had been guiding you to. Chancellor Ardyn Izunia turned towards you, his head tilting curiously. The man usually gave you the creeps, but in this situation, you were just happy to see a human face. Besides, Ravus said you could trust him. Not that you really had any other options, and he had been reliable so far.

“There you are, my dear,” Ardyn said warmly. “I was beginning to worry. Zegnautus Keep really is no place for a girl such as yourself.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” you said, shuddering at the thought of the daemons roaming around in the dark, abandoned halls. Luckily, Ardyn had guided you past the worst of them. Still, the place was nightmare fuel.

“You came in search of your beloved,” Ardyn said in an overly saccharine tone. “Your loyalty is inspiring.”

“It’s not that,” you said. “When I thought he was dead-" You were unable to finish that thought so you just shook your head, the emotions swelling up in your chest all over again. “Nothing could be worse.”

“I understand, he’s the only family you have left.”

“Something like that,” you replied, clearing your throat. Now was not the time. You could weep later, hopefully with your arms wrapped around Ravus's shoulders. “Where is he?” you asked, approaching Ardyn and scanning the room. Like every other room in the facility, it showed clear signs of hasty abandonment, dimly lit with emergency lights and the security screens lining the wall behind Ardyn.

“Don’t you worry, he’ll join us shortly. I’m afraid he’s had a bit of a fall, but I don’t doubt that he’ll be able to pull it together.”

“He’s hurt?” you asked, your heart sinking.

“Take a look for yourself,” Ardyn said, stepping aside and gesturing to the screens. You did so, scanning each one in search of Ravus.

“I don’t see-” Something sharp bit into your neck. A squeak left your mouth, but by the time you reacted, it was too late. Whatever had been in the syringe was cold, you could feel it enter your veins. You turned, pressing yourself against the console, but it didn’t matter. Ardyn tossed away the used needle, smiling. You pressed a hand to your neck.

“What was that?” you demanded, horrified.

“Ah, just something I borrowed from the lab,” he told you. "Did you know that, for a time, they experimented with breeding daemons? Horrifying stuff, not even I would think up such a twisted test. And of course, no human subject was willing to take part in such depraved acts, they needed to find a way to make them more... amiable to their circumstances."

After the despair you had experienced, after the terror of sneaking through Zegnautus Keep, after everything, betrayal was still an incredibly potent emotion as you stared at Ardyn. “You tricked me,” you accused, your voice breathless, heartbroken.

“I said,” Ardyn told you, “that I would see you reunited with your beloved Ravus. And, as a point of fact, I believe I can hear him coming now.”

“What?” you asked, blinking fast. Were you beginning to feel dizzy, or was that just panic and hyperventilation? You needed to calm down, to control your breathing. Ravus would protect you from whatever sick trick Ardyn was pulling.

“Listen,” Ardyn told you. The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat and your breathing. Both of them seemed to echo back to you, like your head was trapped in a claustrophobic space. Despite the rapid pace of your breaths, your chest was becoming heavier. Thicker, like the air wasn’t moving properly through your lungs.

“I can’t hear anything,” you said. The words sounded weaker than they should have, confused. You took a step forward, lurching when your legs gave out beneath you. Ardyn caught you, pulling you upright against him.

“Careful now, my dear,” he warned. Whatever he’d injected you with made your senses kick into overdrive. The rumbling of his voice was a physical sensation and it was almost as if you could feel every single place he was touching you. His clothes smelled like expensive cologne and the infectious rot of daemonic matter. Colors blurred, lights flared. Heat blazed beneath your flesh, a fever you hadn’t noticed until then. It made your clothes too heavy. Your skin was too heavy, dragging you down.

“No… Let me go.” You pushed weakly at his chest, but there was no real urgency to the action. Whatever he had given you was working fast, making you too weak to resist. With the way your head spun, there was a chance you’d be too weak to stay on your feet before long.

“Patience, darling. Patience. He’s almost here.”

Almost as if on Ardyn’s say-so, the door opened with a whoosh. Heavy, frightening footsteps entered. You turned to look, flinching away from the sight of the massive humanoid monster.

“Ah, there he is at last!" Ardyn exclaimed. "I just love seeing lovers reunited, especially after all that has happened. They say hard times only make for stronger bonds."

The daemon shambled in, the miasmic black of its body shining in the light from the monitors. It had a horn on one side of its head, the side that was nearly consumed by the daemonic matter, pulsing inhumanly with the beating of a heart. It seemed ot be choking on the viscous substance, letting out terrible, guttural choking noises. It’s other foot stumbled forward, allowing you to see it in full.

Stained white coat, stained pale hair-

“Ravus?” you asked in a horrified slur, staring at the inhuman monster with uncomprehending eyes. Ravus’s expression twisted, your horror echoed on his disfigured face.

“No,” he said with a pained wheeze.

“You have missed him, haven’t you? Why not give him a proper greeting.” Ardyn shoved you forward. You stumbled, tripping over your feet before falling against Ravus. He may as well have been a wall. A massive, man-shaped wall. You only came up to his elbow. Dizzy and uncoordinated and weak with fear, your legs did what they had been threatening and gave out beneath you, sending you backward and onto your ass. The pain didn’t register. The fall barely registered, it was as if you had been standing one moment and cut directly to the floor.

“That’s no good,” Ardyn said, frowning. “Though I suppose he never has been one for romance. I doubt if he ever gifted you flowers.”

You swayed, struggling to keep yourself upright with your arms. Heat coursed through your veins, pooling in your core. A steady, uncomfortable ache grew between your legs in spite of all sanity or situational awareness. It wasn’t like being turned on, there was no stimulation or lust to trigger the feeling. It was like being hungry, or having an especially persistent muscle ache. A problem that needed to be tended to, a primal need for satisfaction.

At the same time, reality was beginning to fall out around you. This didn’t make sense. Why were you here to begin with? You should have been evacuating, it wasn’t safe to be here. There were monsters everywhere, the world was ending.

Confused and uncomfortable, your breath hitched. You whimpered, beginning to cry. Ravus made a noise, drawing your wet eyes up to look at him. He looked down at you with an intensity you’d never experienced, an intensity you really couldn’t understand.

“You’re man enough to know what to do, aren’t you?” Ardyn asked. Ravus didn’t look away from you for even a second, staring down at you with a mixture of despair and predatory focus. “Look at the poor girl, she’s absolutely desperate. You wouldn’t want to leave her unsatisfied, not after she’s come all this way just to see you.”

Moving in ungainly jolts of motion, Ravus knelt in front of you, dropping his sword unceremoniously. You planted your feet on the floor, trying to scoot backwards, but your head was unbearably heavy, your arms trembled and wavered with the weight.

“That’s right,” Ardyn cooed approvingly. “I’m afraid there’s not much in the way of comfortable accommodations. You’ll just have to make do.”

Even kneeling, Ravus was scarily tall. He grabbed your hips to drag you back towards him. That was the final straw, your arms gave out, submitting to the weight of your head. Ignoring your weak attempts at struggling, Ravus dragged the claws of his entirely daemonic left hand through the front of your shirt and bra, drawing a single angry line of bright red from your collarbone to bellybutton. He pushed the fabric aside roughly, exposing your heaving chest and fluttering stomach. Even your blood was sluggish, slowly beading where the wound was deepest. But it didn’t hurt. In some ways, being bared almost felt good. Your feverish skin begged for the open air, dank and cool as it was. There was no time to focus on that though, not when Ravus’s method of removing your pants was to shake you out of them like someone would undress a doll, dragging them down your legs into a wad at your feet until he was forced to get your shoes off. Tossing them aside, he finally freed you of your pants and underwear.

Big, hot tears gathered in your eyes and spilled over, sliding down your temples and into your hair. Your bare ass hit the cold concrete when Ravus let you flop back onto the floor and this was real, this was real, this was real, this was real, this was not real. But your body was too heavy, your limbs shot through with lead. It was almost too difficult to force your chest to rise with breath, too difficult to think. Ravus's hands dove beneath the tattered tails of his coat to undo the top of his pants. He didn’t look lustful, he wasn’t eyeing your bare body with desire. With one eye covered in inky black film, you weren’t sure what expression he was viewing you with.

Ardyn clicked his tongue, and it was like snapping a dog’s leash with the way Ravus jolted still. Ardyn crouched down by your head, hovering above so all you could see was the brim of his hat. “You mustn’t hurry these things,” he said lightly. Ravus grunted, pulling you away from Ardyn possessively, his claws breaking the skin of your stomach and hip. “See that the lady is ready, hm? She did come all this way just for you, after all. I must say that I envy you. When it comes to last meals-” He touched your cheek, pulling your face towards him, “you could do worse.” On Ardyn’s face, you saw the desire that Ravus was lacking. In the eerie emergency lights, his eyes shone with a sort of manic glee.

“Stop,” you begged. Was that really your voice? It sounded so far away, so detached from anything recognizable. Nothing was you, nothing was real, nothing made sense.

“Stop?” Ardyn repeated. “I’m not doing anything.” He raised his hands as evidence of that. “But do not worry yourself, my dear. I won’t interfere any further. This is a precious moment.” He stood up, leaving your sight. Something scraped on the floor, confusing you before the legs of a chair entered your vision. Ardyn sat on it the wrong way, his legs straddling the seatback. “Do go on, Ravus. Don’t allow me to distract you.”

Ravus wheezed in a painful breath and nudged your thighs apart. You couldn’t do anything but let them limply fall to the side, exposing your aching core to the open air and two sets of eyes. He ran his human fingers over your slit, pressing a little further to tease your entrance. You knew you were wet, your body preparing you for what it so keenly needed. What you hadn’t known was how wet you actually were, but he pressed a finger into you without any friction, just an obscenely slick noise and a soft sound you weren’t aware of making.

“Oh, she is a treat. I’m disappointed in you, my boy,” Ardyn said. “You had such a lovely girl so desperately awaiting your attention and yet you still distracted yourself with that basket case sister of yours.”

Ravus made a sound somewhere between a groan and and a growl, physically flinching away from the words.

“No,” Ardyn scolded him. “This is the least you can do for her now.”

Ravus’s body jerked and this time he pushed two fingers pushed into you, curling against your fluttering walls. They had scaled up with his body, longer and thicker, rough with callouses. There wasn’t much you could do other than take it, your body was so heavy it had reached the point of floating, twitching mindlessly. Every nerve ending and sensory point within you was sparking and alive, sending shocks of pleasure right into your brain no matter how minute the movement. He picked up the pace quickly, or maybe that was just your perception of time. Too fast, like everything was moving double speed while you sluggishly stumbled in an attempt to make sense of it all.

Thrusting and curling, driving deep before grinding against your g-spot. You couldn’t usually come just from penetration, at least not for your first orgasm of any given night, but it seemed like a forgone conclusion at that point. You were just that over sensitized, that wired.

Ravus pulled his fingers out and tilted your hips back to spit into your cunt. Black void miasma congealed with his saliva, making it even thicker. You could feel the way the globs of spit mixed with your own arousal, wincing with some half remembered need to feel shame and disgust. Then he pushed a third finger into you and your mouth fell open mutely, your eyes rolling up to stare at the office-standardized grid ceiling, the rectangular shapes swirling and becoming malformed.

You didn’t think you’d ever been this wet, the added lubrication was almost unnecessary. It felt so good it was difficult to know how to handle it, you had no way to channel the pleasure, no way to express the utter excess of stimulation as he fucked his fingers into you roughly. You peeked down at Ravus, half daemon and stoic and terrifying, before squeezing your eyes shut with a whimper.

There wasn’t much intensity to the orgasm, maybe because your body was too caught up in the constant state of pleasure, because whatever receptors that were meant to trigger that snapping point had been hijacked. But it lasted too long, all at once too much and not enough, like you were craving something deeper without any comprehension of what that was meant to be. Ravus let up after a moment, pulling his fingers out with a slick sound, letting your hips drop once more to the floor.

You were still gasping and trembling when Ravus’s cock slapped against your abdomen, making you whine weakly. Part of you wanted to close your eyes and will this nightmare away, but the other part was grotesquely fascinated with everything that was happening. Wanted it, even. Now that you had already come, you felt a sense of dull acceptance of what was going to happen. Some of that faded as you realized that whatever process Ravus had undergone affected his dick as well. It was a frightening sight unto itself, a mixture of human flesh and miasmic daemon matter. Smooth pink skin and veins shot through with black, the left side almost entirely comprised of the same daemon flesh that had consumed that half of his body. Not only was his cock much longer than was humanly possible, it was thicker. Heavy. The flushed red tip was already weeping an unnatural amount of precum, it dripped onto your stomach, pooling along with the blood still sluggishly beading up along the cut down your torso.

Ardyn whistled. “It looks like it’ll be a bit of a tight fit,” he said. “Slow and steady does it, my dear fellow. We’ve the time to spare.”

Your eyes rolled back to look at Ardyn. He peered down at you happily, his arms crossed over the back of the chair. He'd taken off his hat and his red curls glowed like a halo around his head in the thin blue light.

“I’m… sorry…” Ravus got out, prompting your gaze to meet his. The human half of his face looked down at you with despair, the daemon side glistening like oil. Sorry. There was something important about that word, but you were trying to understand it through a heavy veil of unreality, your chest lurching in confusion at the vital meaning of Ravus’s expression.

“None of that now,” Ardyn scolded him. Ravus winced sharply, his eyes closing in pain. The part of his head that was purely daemonic matter pulsated. When they reopened, there was a haziness to his expression, something inhuman and cold. A sob hiccuped out of your chest, catching on one of your fluttering breaths.

This was wrong, you knew that down to your very bones. It was too much to even understand what was happening. It was a sensation of being crushed at the same time your body threatened to rupture from the inside, to explode into the open space in a helpless free fall.

You wanted this to stop, you wanted everything to slow down, you needed to get out. But everything was tethered to your body as it coursed with fever and desire, with a gritty sort of heaviness.

Ravus flipped you onto your stomach like you were a ragdoll, handling you by your hips. Your head hit the ground hard, a heavy sound punched out of your lungs. The pain lacked any sort of intensity. Cold on your cheek, the floor smelled like uncovered concrete and dirt and rubber. Ravus all but tore off your ruined shirt from the back, and then you were entirely naked, your skin exposed to the open air. Even this position was a little awkward, there wasn’t much to be done to fix the size difference, not considering he was over a yard taller than you. Ravus solved the issue by holding your hips high enough for him to line himself up with your entrance, his inhumanly tall form hunched over you. Ravus had never been an especially romantic lover, but this was the coupling of beasts. He was mounting you.

“I do so enjoy the sight of young love,” Ardyn said. “It’s a magical thing, don’t you think?”

The words flowed over you like water, echoing in your head until language itself failed to hold meaning. You were too preoccupied with the feeling of the tip of Ravus's cock pressed against your hole, testing the muscles with a shallow thrust that didn’t catch. You gasped, your fingers twitching where they’d fallen uselessly to the concrete floor.

Ravus grunted, using his right hand to spread the outer lips of your pussy so he could more easily force the massive head of his cock against your resistant entrance. This time, it worked, his dick pressing past the initial muscle. The stretch was obscene, intimately violent. While his cock had looked far too thick while sitting on top of your abdomen, that was nothing in comparison to feeling it inside of you. But even that, the horrible, searing, tearing agony you should have felt was dull. More than anything, you just felt the weight of it, the inhuman heaviness.

This wasn't real. The world pressed in on you, concrete and dank chill and miasma, and it didn't make sense.

Ravus adjusted his grip, human hand holding your hip and the daemonic one flat beneath your stomach as support. His claws curled into the soft flesh there, digging in like little needles. The change caused his hips to press forward, nudging the tip of his cock a little deeper into you.

"Well?" Ardyn asked. "What are you waiting for?"

Ravus growled, a daemonic sound. It rumbled and filled the room. You could feel the way it vibrated down each vertebrae of your spine like a shiver, all of the little hairs standing on end. His hips jumped forward.

There was too much of him and not enough of you, but your body just took the intrusion, accepted it without resistance while you whined and whimpered like an injured animal. He wasn’t smooth about it, thrusting in and out with aggressive, tempoless little bursts to bully himself into you. Deeper and deeper, stretching you out with each thrust. Between the oddly slick black miasma, his saliva, and the obscene amounts of lubrication your body was producing from the drug, friction wasn’t really an issue, but his size was. Whatever sanity you had managed to maintain became focused on what, internally, he must have been breaking to force himself so deep into your cunt. Astrals, into your womb. But where you knew you should have felt pain, you just felt pressure. Pleasure.

With a final surge, Ravus bottomed out inside of you, his balls slapping against you crudely. Even they were too heavy and too big, reflective of his monstrous form. Part of his cock was normal, but the texture of his daemonic flesh was smoother than skin, crawling with the undulating black tendrils it was comprised of. Constantly moving, rubbing against your inner walls. All you could manage was a helpless groan, your body twitching in an attempt to escape the invasive mutilation, weakly jerking against him at the pleasure, your pussy fluttering around him.

“Oh, would you look at that. How marvelous,” Ardyn purred. From your sideways angle on the floor, you could only see his boots, the dirty soles planted on the equally dirty floor in front of your face. “Don’t you agree, Ravus? Isn’t she just a doll?”

Ravus grunted, pulling out slowly. You were entirely limp, he didn’t need to move his hips so much as just drag you back and forth over his cock. There was nothing you could do about it, only whimper and cry and drool and moan because it felt good. You had never been so full, so impossibly full. With the added texture of the daemonic flesh writhing against your g-spot with each thrust, you knew it wouldn’t take much. And taking him like this, letting Ravus ruin your body with his cock, was so brokenly submissive that you couldn’t help but moan at the thought, crying pathetically.

Ravus's hips roughly snapped forward, his balls slapping against your clit again. You mewled, your body jerking with the vague, heavy idea of struggle. Ravus groaned, repeating the action.

“I always did wonder what sort of lover he would be,” Ardyn said. Ravus thrust into you just as aggressively once again, establishing a rhythm. A harsh, cruel pace that filled the room with the filthy sound of sex, that ground your cheek into the puddle of tears and saliva that had gathered on the cold concrete. “So tense and uptight. I can only imagine how he worked out all that stress right onto you. Or perhaps I should say into you. I—are you listening to me? He certainly isn’t.”

“Silence,” Ravus growled, his inhuman voice twisting the word, his fingers digging into your hips. So angry, so senselessly mean.

That was the thing that sent you over the edge, although you’d already been close. You came while Ardyn laughed in delight, while Ravus fucked you with the aggression of a wild beast, of an unthinking animal. It wasn’t like you could do anything anyway, but the helplessness while you fell apart was just that much worse because you didn’t really understand, you couldn’t stop the heat or the tension or the way your pussy clamped down around his cock despite the fact that he was already stretching you out painfully. And when your cunt tightened, it just allowed him to grind that much more firmly against your g-spot, your hips tilting and letting him drive into you at a different angle.

Time shifted elastically, you couldn’t tell if you were blacking out or if things really were just stretching and snapping that erratically. All you were aware of was the pleasure, growing again in your core as he brutalized you with each sharp thrust. Ravus fucked you with the mindless desperation of an animal, and you took it like a bitch, moaning and crying and confused as your awareness danced around in bursts.

Ravus’s daemon hand shifted to flatten against your abdomen, putting pressure there. You gasped, realizing that you could feel his cock poking through your body against his palm. He was that deep, he had that much dominion over your body. You came again and it was like something broke when the coil of tension snapped, wetness leaking down your thighs and onto the concrete, gushing around him while he continued the brutal pace. The tendrils writhing against your g-spot, his balls slapping against your clit, the way he filled you so completely that it physically distorted your body—by the six, even the obscene squelch of each thrust, even the clapping of skin, all of it caught in the drugged haze of your mind and it didn’t matter that it wasn’t real, that nothing could possibly be real, it was just that good.

“On her back,” Ardyn demanded, his voice lower now, lacking much of the humor he’d maintained. Ravus didn’t hesitate this time, pulling out and flipping you onto your back while you were still reeling from having come so hard. The world whirled around you dizzily, colors sparking and popping, the darkness physically converging in on you.

Ravus loomed like a daemon diety above you, arranging your thighs over his. Everything between your legs and his was covered in the daemonic fluid, run thin with arousal and probably blood. He was wheezing and groaning—growling when the head of his cock met the slightest bit of resistance, your ruined pussy unconsciously attempting to keep him out. This time, you watched as he snarled, parting your outer lips to once again force the impossibly large head of his cock into your cunt. As if annoyed by the interruption, or irritated that your body would reject him at all, Ravus wasted no time in dragging you onto his cock. You watched with a sort of awed, lustful horror as the inches disappeared into you, more and more until were stuffed full. Impossibly, inexorably full. You could see it when he moved, he was that big, that deep.

“That looks like it hurts,” Ardyn said, his voice returning to its normal jovial lilt. Ravus pulled out slowly, allowing you to relax a little before his hips snapped forward, his hands dragging you down to meet him halfway. All you could do was moan, your eyes fluttering closed. Ardyn laughed. “Or not.”

Ravus began to fuck you in earnest again, throwing you back out into the waves of disorientated pleasure and unreality. He was just as violent, uncaring of the way your limp body jolted with each thrust, the way your tits bounced, your head knocking against the floor. He was solely focused on fucking you, like that was all that mattered.

You weren’t even aware that you were about to come until you were already stumbling over that crest, your inner walls pathetically quivering around his cock, hips nudging forward in a weak attempt to meet his thrusts. It was wet and weak and you shuddered with it, your head rolling back. The ridges of the daemonic flesh tortured your g-spot in this position, it was all you could focus on. You wanted him to slow down, or to stop, or to alleviate the overstimulation in some way, but you didn’t have the words to tell him. By the time the thought even occurred to you, it was difficult to even remember.

“You need not restrain yourself,” Ardyn said. “After all you’ve been through, you deserve the chance to work out some of that tension. Surely she would not begrudge you that.”

Ravus grunted, maintaining the steady rhythm.

Ardyn’s toe tapped against the floor by your head impatiently. “Avail yourself of this act, you’re not a man anymore,” he said cruelly, “fuck her like the monster you are.”

That worked. Ravus cried out and the sound made the room tremble, the terrible edge of a daemon’s growl coming out alongside his human voice. He hunched over your body to hold himself, only keeping your hips in place to fuck you in a brutal frenzy. It wasn’t just that he was driving far too deep with each thrust, it was a lack of care of how he entered you, his dick stabbing deep inside almost as soon as he pulled out. The pain was finally enough to break past the drugged spell, but you couldn’t do anything about it other than twitch and gasp and cry. It twisted with the pleasure of his cock abusing your inner walls, even the pleasure of your body being contorted by his.

You stared up at Ravus’s chest, half white and half black, pulsing and ever-shifting. Your vision spotted with dark orbs as your head continuously knocked against the floor. The sole thought of endure passed through your head, the word turning over like a leaf in your broken mind before drifting away. You closed your eyes, your hands weakly, uselessly twitching at your sides. Ravus was choking and wheezing painfully, air gurgling in his chest and throat. His exposed heart pounded recklessly, painfully loud. He growled, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“There’s no need to pull out,” Ardyn told him, although you barely heard it through the barrier Ravus had created between you and the world. “It’s not as if it matters.”

Ravus groaned, an oh-so human sound of pleasure. Finally gathering you against him with his human arm, his hips flattened against you, thrusting deep with shallow little bursts as he came. With the obscene height difference, your face only made it up to his chest, but you nuzzled against the fabric of his coat thankfully, not caring that it stank like daemonic matter and blood and gunsmoke. In his chest, you felt the noises he made rumbling against you. Daemonic and human, the two of them all twisted and knotted together, his heart pulsing audibly from the exposed daemonic side of his torso.

Time had no meaning or rationality, it was just you and him and too much and full and endure. Eventually, Ravus lowered you back onto the floor. You whimpered when he pulled out of you with a deluge of cum and blood and slick arousal, all of it tainted black. He sat back on his knees and you felt frightfully cold and empty.

Ardyn clapped his hands together, a striking sound that made you flinch for its painful volume. “Well that was thoroughly entertaining, but I’m afraid we must say goodbye now,” he said, standing up with the awful sound of chair legs scraping the floor. You twitched, closing your eyes and trying to make some sense of this. Reason, logic, think. You knew your mind wasn’t functioning like it should, and it scared you. This was bad and you couldn’t figure out why, only cry haplessly like a child.

“Ravus,” Ardyn said, his voice joined by the sound of his footsteps as he passed you, “be a good lad and clean up your mess, won't you?”

Metal scraped concrete and you opened your eyes, watching as Ravus picked up his sword. With jerky, inhuman movements, he stood up. Incomprehensibly tall, he looked down at you as a titan, as grand as an Astral itself. Both eyes wept black daemonic blood now, his panting mouth dripping even more of the thick liquid down his chin. You stared back up with glazed eyes, unable to move, unable to understand. The world pulsed and groaned, the shadows crawling closer and closer.

“Now,” Ardyn snapped, standing in the doorway.

“I’m… sorry…” Ravus said, his eyebrows drawn with pain. You matched the expression out of sympathy, your chest aching for reasons you couldn’t define.

He raised his sword.

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