Literally heartbroken from the latest OnS chapters 😭 both of my faves died (Urd and Ky) 💔 I just wanted to ask if you still do OnS one shot requests?
I literally have been so sad because why did they kill off my baby and why was it SO BAD IT WAS SUCH A THROWAWAY MOMENT don't even ask me what is going on in the manga right now I may be reading it but that doesn't mean I know
I'm feeling up to it tho, so I'll say yes!! I'm happy to take ons requests right now (but I will close them if people don't read the rules, which I've had problems with before)
HII HOW ARE YOU? Can I request mikaela hyakuya x male reader? 😭😭 I can't find anything at all about him, preferably it could be smut if it's not that much of a bother!
Nap-Time.
Mikaela Hyakuya x Male Reader
-fluff, smut, just boyfriend activities
-hello! I’m doing well and I hope you are too! Thank you for the request!
A fluffy head of blonde hair tickled under your chin, the pressure of body weight distributed through the bed and your side warmed your body despite the cold hands that laid on your chest.
He wanted to rest, sleeping had become a leisurely activity he took with you. Despite there being no real need to sleep, it felt nice. It was an escape from his eternity, a moment of peace with you. Mikaelas soft snores fluttered against your neck, his body shifting to cling onto you with a hug and a cuddle.
—
“Nap with me..”
He grumbled, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom without hearing your response.
“Im kinda busy-“
“Too busy. Lay down.”
His big eyes mimicked tired drooping, knowing that it would be enough to get a relenting moment with you. With a light laugh you took off your top layers, leaving you in a shirt and boxers- he followed and cuddled up to you quickly, moving your hand to his head. You smiled, running your fingers through the locks of blonde- working your way through the couple of loose knots, massaging his scalp. If he could purr, you’d imagine he would be. The look of satisfaction on his face made you relax with him, his body melding into yours like a puzzle piece.
“I think you work too much.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. You have no time for me.”
Chuckling, your fingers thrummed up the nape of his neck, easing the tension that laid under his pale skin.
“This is your time with me. Satisfied?”
“No. I want more time.”
You could imagine the pout he has, his lip pursed out and eyes brows crossed. He was right though, you had been working longer hours and been forced out of the house, away from him, for far longer than you knew he was used to.
The boy had become accustomed to being attached at the hip with you. Always out with you, surveying the areas around and keeping himself near you not only for safety but because he’d be damned if he let anyone else near you without his presence.
He shifted, trapping you under him with his arms caging around your head.
“…”
“What?”
His brows furrowed, a faint blush on his cheeks while he averted his gaze in thought.
“I want.. special time with you.”
The blonde lowered himself, catching your lips with his own in a soft peck.
“Special time? Didn’t you want to nap?”
“I.. we can do it after. It’s been so long since we were together.”
Nodding, you pushed him back lightly, his body following the directional push easily. He swapped spots with you, laying on the warm spot left by you. The pillow by his head was left with a faint scent of your shampoo. He watched intently as you threw off the remaining layers of clothes, pushing yourself between his legs and pulling down his underwear.
Mikaela shuddered, the cold air on his dick making it jump and his legs twitch. Pushing his legs up, he grabbed his thighs and held up his legs to expose his ass to you.
“Did you ever plan on just napping? It seems you’ve already prepped yourself.”
Your finger toyed with the rimmed entrance, the muscles already pliable and easy to spread and stretch; the faint slick of left over lube coated your finger tip.
Your boyfriend huffed, not wanting to admit to his devious scheme. His body only sinking into the bed.
“Just get on with it, I don’t like waiting..”
He pouted, lip dropping with a sheen. Humming, you dipped your body down to lay on your stomach, your face just close enough to his ass for him to feel your hot breathe.
You kissed his thighs, lapping at the soft skin and leaving faint red marks. He let out a shaky breathe, feeling shy with the wet tingling crawling up his skin. Trailing your tongue inwards to his ass, you nipped at his cheeks making him jump in your hold- his hole helplessly puckering around nothing.
With his light panting you lapped up his hole, making him yelp at the wet warmth of your tongue. You kissed around it, teasingly sliding your tongue around the entrance without actually sliding inside.
Done with your warm up, you took the plunge and your tongue wiggled itself into the space, rounding itself the familiar gummy walls. Your partner huffed, trying to bite his moans behind his lip- almost drawing blood if he could. Chuckling, he bucked his hips at the vibrations; your hand snaking it’s way to his dick, fingers brushing against the rock hard appendage before gripping it and slowly pumping, feeling his foreskin pull back from its head in a soft slick sound.
Pulling your tongue out, you gave a final kiss and nip to the separation between his cheeks before sitting up, keeping up a slow, teasing pace on his dick.
“You ready sweet boy?”
His blue eyes laid half lidded, you watched his head of blonde nod in agreement.
Smiling softly, you gave his dick a final pump and positioned yourself infront of his entrance. Sliding in smoothly, his legs clasped around your waist- you were quick to shove them back into place, the limbs almost pressing against his shoulders.
It was almost unbearably warm inside, the stretch and gumminess of his walls were quick to slick up your cock from the friction inside.
Your partner panted lightly, trying to fuck back onto your dick with each thrust. He was needy, not wanting anything more than to be stuffed full of your dick. If the chase of his own orgasm wasn’t fuelling his body he would’ve been fine just sleeping with you buried deep inside of him.
A light sheen of sweat perspiration glistened under the faint light of the room, quick to dry down and become sticky from the cold nipping air in the room.
Mikaela started to whine, with his mouth lazily left open and his fangs poking his bottom lip with every harsh thrust that shifted his body up the bed.
It was clear he was mentally tired, as were you, but the instinctual attraction to your mate needed to be fulfilled.
“Faster… please. I’m close..”
Faint tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, you smiled with a nod- picking up the pace, the he’d creaking and shaking.
His face contorted, stomach sucking in and exposing his ribs with his deep breathing- the pale cock of his bouncing and twitching against his stomach before shooting white spend on himself.
“Good boy, Mikaela.”
He nodded, turning his head into the pillow beneath him trying to catch his breathe even with you still inside of him trying to find your own orgasm.
“Inside.. please..”
The male felt your cock twitching inside him, bucking up against his sensitive prostate.
The shivering sensation travelled through your body, finding itself in a bundle of warmth in your stomach as the knot came undone- spilling a load of cum inside of your cute boyfriend.
Before you could pull out, a weak hand gripped your wrist after his legs fell.
“Keep it inside, lay down. We can clean up later..”
He didn’t even look up at you, his eyes still closed. You shifted, trying not to pull of your softened dick and spill anymore cum onto the sheets.. it was admittedly gross but you’d done it time and time again- he was sensitive and felt better when he was as coherent during his own aftercare, you laid behind him, cock still buried inside of his ass.
You’d wait until he was in a deep enough rest to clean him up, he was a heavy ‘sleeper’ and wouldn’t react much to your shifting of his body.
Smiling softly, you kissed the back of his neck before closing your eyes- a break from the eternity and a moment of peace with him.
with aot, bnha, jjk, kny, haikyuu, tokyo rev, bleach, bsd, csm, bllk, hxh, op, naruto, ons characters
the kind of partner who would propose to you during Love Story at a Taylor Swift concert. they saw this idea once on tiktok and directly thought of your obsession for the singer. they don't even like her music that much and proposing at a concert wasn't on their bucketlist. however, when they saw the way you reacted to one of these videos. they decide to put their pride aside and make this moment worth it for you. they asked the person behind you to film so they'd have a souvenir (and a proof) of their proposal. as you're singing along to the song you realise you don't see your partner in your peripheral vision. your heart race slowly rises up but drastically accelerates as you see them crouching on the ground with a box in their hand. as they ask you to marry them you say yes (obviously) and rush to hug them as a tear of happiness rolls down on your cheek. indeed it was rare and you were there.
aot: JEAN KIRSTEIN, mikasa ackerman, ymir, armin arlert, reiner braun
Blood in the Cut ║ Ferid Bathory x Reader
Cross posted on Archives of Our Own
Rating: Mature; SFW no smut
Warnings: Blood and injury, blood drinking, undertones of dubious consent, aphrodisiac use in the form of vampire venom
Summary: Poor clumsy little human pet…
A slip of the hand while cutting vegetables leaves you with a bad gash on your palm.
Thankfully your loving Vampiric owner Ferid Bathory knows just what to do in order to take care of your poor injured hand.
Don't worry little lamb… everything will be okay.
(AKA Ferid "cleans" your wound with his tongue and you get high and aroused from his venom.)
“Now now my dearest little lamb, what have you gone and done to yourself this time?” An unmistakably sweet voice singsongs from behind you. The sudden heavy presence causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.
Ferid Bathory.
“Poor thing… did you hurt yourself? Don’t be shy let me see.” The vampire croons gently against the shell of your ear, now suddenly much too close for comfort. Before even getting the chance to turn and face him, the progenitor crossed into the kitchen and now looms over you like a ghost. You can feel the cool brush of his breath as he talks down to you. Subconscious alarm bells sound off in the back of your mind as primal instincts awaken and tell you to run.
You whirl around in fear to face the vampire with kitchen knife in hand ready to strike. This seems to amuse Ferid as he chuckles down at your startled expression, your pupils blown wide as adrenaline courses through your veins. He traps you between his tall slender body and the countertop, lithe arms caging you in on either side. Slow and careful as though approaching a feral animal the vampiric noble reaches out to slide the knife from your hand. Calculating irises examine the blade, the cool steel stained with a tiny fleck of your own blood. In that moment you swear you can see his catlike pupils constrict with interest.
“It seems I was correct in my assumption.” Lord Ferid chuckles darkly in the back of his throat. Slowly he sets the knife down on the countertop beside you. “Humans are so fragile. Such a shame when they are so clumsy. Posing a threat to even themselves.” He hums with that sickening saccharine smile. You clench your jaw and tense when he reaches to trail his fingers down the arm that you keep firmly clutched behind your back.
“Hiding your injury is a fruitless effort. I could smell it from across the manor.” Ferid reaches an elegant hand to stroke his knuckles against your cheek. He pauses to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, before guiding your gaze up to meet his own with two fingers poised beneath your chin. He touches you as though you are made of porcelain causing a sweet rosy flush to rise to your cheeks. When he strokes his thumb across your lower lip butterflies burst in the pit of your stomach. Your pulse races.
“I was cutting vegetables for a soup, but my hand slipped…” You try and explain in a small voice. It is so hard to keep eye contact with the progenitor so your gaze flicks down to observe the ruffled lace of his cravat. The gash on your hand throbs as you feel blood steadily trickling out from the wound. It was almost certainly dripping down onto the cutting board of diced carrots and celery ruining your hard work. You didn’t know how Ferid kept his self-control. If he could smell your blood from across the house, the kitchen must be inundated with your scent. Any other vampire would have been driven into a frenzy. Yet here the progenitor stands gently caressing your face in an attempt to coax you out of your anxiety around him.
“Just relax darling.” Ferid soothes sweetly. “I just need to take a look at the injury. I wouldn’t want my favorite pet bleeding out on me now would I?” The nobleman asks rhetorically. His hand leaves your face and reaches to grip the wrist hidden behind your back. Ferid’s touch borders on forceful hinting at his true vampiric strength hidden behind his carefully crafted mask. Despite your better judgement you try and pull your arm away.
“It’s only a small cut Lord Ferid.” You mutter in an unsure voice. The vampire chuckles as his smirk widens showing off the pointed edges of his fangs. He saw through you as clearly as a windowpane. “I will run it under some water and patch it up. Promise.”
“Ah, ah. There is no getting out of this.” Ferid coos as he pulls at your wrist with his iron strength. It hurt to resist. “You may either submit willingly… or I can bend you to my will. The choice is yours little lamb.”
But of course… the truth was you really had no say in the matter. You could either show him the bleeding gash on your hand, or have your wrist broken as he wrenched it out from behind you. Within the walls of the Bathory mansion there was no such thing as choice or free will. Only the promise and illusion of it to make you feel as though Ferid didn’t completely own you.
You close your eyes and allow the vampire to pull your arm from behind your back. He hums in quiet approval of your choice as his fingertips tuck between your own and pull your bloody fist apart. You let out a soft whimper as your injured palm is exposed to the air and the progenitor’s awaiting eyes. Fear begins to creep back into your mind and you start to shake in his grasp. Was he going to drain you right then and there? Is this where you were going to die?
“Shh…” Comes Ferid’s voice as he inspects the cut. Gently he prods at the tender flesh cooing softly at you each time you flinch and whimper. His serpent smile indicates how much he is enjoying himself at your expense.
“You poor little thing.” He condescendingly hums before running his fingertip up the expanse of the gash, smearing the pooled blood in his wake. You flinch and cry out softly, trying to pull away from the sting of his touch. “It’s quite deep… you must be in terrible pain.” The vampire’s ruby eyes glint sadistically in the light clearly entertained by your suffering. Suddenly Ferid grips you firmly by the wrist before taking a step forward. He forces you back against the granite countertop and presses his body against yours. His hips pin you in place as his head lowers to the opening on your palm. Your heart jumps into your throat as his lips part revealing rapidly elongating fangs.
“Don’t! Please!” You gasp out in a panic, and much to your surprise… Ferid pauses.
His slit pupils flick up to meet your gaze before he chuckles gentle as ever. In a careful fluid motion he brings his lips to caress your pulse point on your wrist. Your mind spins in confusion at the sudden tenderness of the kiss.
“Easy now little lamb.” He whispers and meets your gaze with eyes half lidded. Silvery white lashes flutter as he presses his lips along your pulse once more. The faintest stain of your blood paints his lips from where he’d laid his kisses. “Relax for me now, I am not going to hurt you. It’s all going to be okay.” Ferid whispers in a melodic tone much like a siren luring it’s prey. He speaks to you low and intimate; sweet reassurances only for you to hear. You can’t help the way you react to his gentle words, tension in your shoulders beginning to melt away as your breathing slows. He is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, smiling so tenderly at you as your apprehension fades from your subconscious. For a moment as you stare mindlessly into vibrant eyes the color of the lycoris flowers, you could almost forget that he was a vampire. The backlighting from the lanterns on the walls set him in an ethereal glow making him appear almost angelic.
Almost.
The illusion is soon broken when Ferid dips low to swipe his tongue along the length of the gash on your hand. Your gasp of shock breaks the still silence in the air. The pain of the motion is so intense you can’t help but try and wrench your arm out of his grasp.
Tears prick in your eyes as he drags his tongue up the wound for a second swipe, but to your surprise it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first lap.
“Hush my love… don’t fight it. This will help ease the pain.” Ferid purrs against your palm before continuing to lick at the cut. He is gentler this time when he delves back in, moving slow and sure as the tip of his tongue prods at the deepest points of the wound. You bite back a whimper at the strange feeling, something warm starting to boil in the pit of your stomach. Goosebumps prickle up your neck, and your entire hand tingles with a familiar pleasurable warmth. The pain all but a distant memory now, it finally dawns on you the purpose of this exchange.
His venom… in his saliva… that was his play.
Ferid smiles against your palm as your body goes slack against his. In a matter of minutes his venom takes it’s hold, weakening your muscles and filling your head with clouds. There is no more pain only warmth rapidly spreading to every part of your body. Your breathing is labored and hot as you lay defenseless against the progenitor. Butterflies of pleasure erupt in your stomach each time he draws blood from the open wound. It feels so good. It always does when he feeds from you. You could die happily in this euphoria, no longer caring if he were to drink you dry. Vampires were truly the apex predator. Their venom delivering such a quick and potent high, their victims easily giving in and becoming addicted to their bite.
It is over all too soon as Ferid finally pulls away. Your blood coats his lips and drips from the side of his mouth but really you don’t much care. You blink up at him with your head completely empty, still riding the high from the dose of his venom.
“There we go. Such a good pet.” Ferid praises as he reaches behind you to grab a cloth off the countertop. Quickly he wraps your wounded hand before lifting you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. “Your blood is always so sweet. Not a single drop should ever go to waste.” The vampire muses as he smirks down at your blissful expression. Your eyes feel so heavy as you stare up at him in a daze. He coos at you in mock pity before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Let’s go get your injury properly cleaned and bandaged.” The vampire says in a cheery tone mostly to himself. He begins to carry you out of the kitchen and up to one of the many lavish bedrooms within his manor. “When we are done, I hope we can follow up on that little snack you gave me.” From your vantage point in his arms you can clearly see the glint of his fangs as he tells you his plans. “It seems I find myself hungry for more.”
A hundred years of undeath turns into two hundred, two turns to three, and three turns to four.
You once thought his affections for you were a joke, an inside joke meant to tease you by people who once treasured you because you were favoured. All you really wanted was to survive in this unfamiliar world you once read in a story, and so with little choice, you stuck with the strongest.
You too once thought it would be alright, that you would be brushed off as insignificant and unchosen and left to die by the hands of time like you desired— something natural. Something that was normal.
And yet, here you stand.
Four hundred years and alive and young and well but not quite a living corpse like the rest of who he deemed worthy to be chosen.
No longer a slave, and your memories of your original world being nothing more than distant lifetimes away, you were a princess now, wife to a prince, and wife to a monster that’s somewhat of a friend. You hate him and cannot hate him at the same time because you know the truth behind all the atrocities committed by his hand; you do not condone them, and yet you cannot condemn him.
“My beloved wife.” Sika warmly addresses you as you move to sit across from him for dinner. He doesn’t really quite need to eat— blood is what he needs, not human sustenance like the luxurious meal laid in front of you, something you need and one of the few things that tethered you to humanity aside from your beating heart and warm body.
“Hello, beloved.” You barely get the last word out through gritted teeth. It was a rather strange term to refer to him despite the outward nature of your relationship. Three centuries of being bound to him and multiple weddings for every lifetime you had to endure coming back to him, and still, you couldn’t really see him that way. Marriage was a strange affair no matter the time period, and in these times, even more so.
He seems to be relatively pleased with your response as he gestures to the food, he too eats from his own plate. He’s not too interested in knowing what went on with your day as you spent it idly. It’s his fault for having given you nothing to do other than the pile of scrolls and books, ink and quill, and a loom you didn’t quite use as much as the books. You eat the food and find that it’s been cooked how you liked it back when you were a servant and made meals yourself. Was this perhaps his way of a peace offering for not giving you enough activities to stall your boredom?
Neither of you really speak, aside from a question and an answer here and there, as you dine to your heart’s content. You look up at as you place food inside of your mouth and find him absentmindedly touching his throat, and you sigh.
“I’ll have Lyra purchase you a boy.” You tell him. You’re not bothered by the thought of buying slaves now, and in a distant thought, you think that back then, when you were younger, it would have disgusted you. Especially for this purpose, as if you were buying a bag of milk to feed to your husband rather than perhaps a child, barely an adult, to be drained of blood. Briefly, you wondered if you’d be the same way as him if you had accepted his offer to “godhood” back then, no longer being able to enjoy the simpler things and looking at people he’s speaking to as beasts and food rather than beings with their thoughts and feelings.
Sika Madu’s offer of “godhood” meant damnation more than a blessing to you. You shudder, and the thought gradually disappears from your head after dinner.
Like you promised, you had one of your handmaidens— Lyra, purchase your husband a boy. No one in your villa questioned your husband’s odd choices or what he does with the people he’s ordered them to obtain. No one’s bothered to bring up what they had to dispose of either, and once again, you are reminded that the morals of your time and your world do not apply to this one.
You feel bad for the child, you really do, but you don’t do anything about it as he’s washed and presented to your husband. He smiles at the child, greets him warmly and gently gestures for the new boy to come closer, pale fangs peeking from delicate pink lips and golden eyes crinkling at the edges.
It’s twisted, you think as the boy approaches him, unaware of what will come next as Sika looks at you, then down at the boy in his arms— you look away the moment he opens his mouth, and once more, you hear the gurgle, the wet sound of someone choking on their own blood and a child’s strangled, shrill scream.
No one outside of your villa, or even in the hallways, seems to hear it.
And that night too, Sika Madu proclaims his love for you in a wet, bloody kiss. The unpleasant scent and taste of iron only serves to remind you of your differences.
Seraph of the End x reader… and playing with their ears/fangs!
I can’t be the only weirdo on here obsessed with pointy ears and vampire fangs, can i? There really isn’t enough content acknowledging how attractive pointy ears and fangs are (unless it involves biting!).
But maybe that’s just me. Sorry for the long-ass post, but i added some mini one-shots into the mix this time! And, holy SHIT i did NOT expect to discover a talent for writing suggestive xReader oneshots.
Tw: some rather ✨suggestive✨ Content. 16+
Hoo boy, i love being lazy and nabbing images off pinterest and google-
Ferid Bathory
🤍♦️This bastard loves it when you play with his ears. They’re surprisingly sensitive; Just a little bit of rubbing is enough to make him a blushing mess! He’s gonna make some pretty sus noises, too. Are you really all that surprised?
🤍♦️ “Little lamb, just what do you think you’re doing?” He asks, as you reach for one of his long, pointed ears.
“I just want to touch your ears,” You chirp happily, unfazed by his sharp and curious stare.
“now what made you want to do tha~ aht~? ah~!” He sighs as you gently fondle his ear.
You freeze, not sure what to make of his reaction. Is he pretending, perhaps? Could this be a playful act? The blush creeping up his regal cheeks certainly seems genuine enough.
Ferid clears his throat. “Please… please continue,” he says in a shaky tone.
You carefully continue to rub his ear. The vampire noble seems to enjoy this attention immensely.
“ahh~ mmm, yes~ that feels nice~” he chuckles, and pulls you closer. His thin, crafty arms snake their way around your waist as he begins to pepper your face with soft kisses. Your free hand reaches up to play with his other ear. His melodious sighs get louder. The sly noble kisses his way down your jawline, to your soft, warm neck. The feeling of his cold lips on your sensitive neck draws a gentle moan from you.
“Ah~ M- master Ferid~” you whine. As you rub his pointed ears a bit harder, you hear the familiar sound of his low, seductive purr. You know exactly what you’re in for, and there’s no escaping your fate now.
🤍♦️aaaaaaanyway… If you decide to stick your fingers in his mouth to fondle his fangs, he’s going to bite you. That’s just how he rolls. Why would you put your hand anywhere near his mouth if you didn’t want to be bitten? Aside from that, he also really enjoys having his fangs rubbed. They’re incredibly sensitive, hence why biting people feels so good. Get ready for more suggestive noises on his part, it just feels so good!
Lacus Welt
💜✨ Lots of protesting, until you actually manage to get ahold of his ear. Then he’s gonna melt into your touch like a little vampire puddle. Lacus is all about the pleasure, so it makes sense that he’d love to have you fondling his ears.
💜✨ “Cut it out!” He protests.
“Oh come on,” you sulk, “I just want to touch your ears! They’re so cool!”
“But WHY?” He demands. “What is so special about my ears that makes you feel the need to touch them?”
“I dunno. They’re just neat and I wanna touch them!” Successfully breaking past his defenses, you grab hold of his ear. It’s soft, and cold to the touch, just like the rest of him.
“Damn it, aren’t you supposed to listen to whatever I say?” He begins, “You insolent little-”
His speech falters as you begin to rub his ear between two of your fingers. Lacus freezes, and his eyes go wide. The purple-haired vampire hasn’t needed to breathe in several centuries, but he finds himself panting as his face flushes with this wonderful new feeling. He leans into your touch, wanting more.
“I thought you didn’t want me to touch your ears~?” You tease him.
“Shut up and keep going,” he commands.
You happily oblige him. Within minutes, his head is on your lap. Whenever he isn’t moaning in delight, he’s purring loudly. He keeps a firm grip on your thigh the entire time. It’s quite clear to you that he enjoys what you’re doing.
Your brain graces you with what you think is an excellent idea. You gently guide his head up so his chin is resting on your shoulder. Hearing his delightful moans as such close proximity is really starting to turn you on.
“Wha~ what are you doing~?” He asks.
A loud groan escapes his lips as you nibble on his ear. You run your tongue along the top edge, and he grabs onto your shoulders with a shaky death grip. He’s leaning close, so close to you, as if he’s trying to fuse your bodies. His shaky panting and frenzied moaning have you feeling rather ‘hot and bothered’, so to speak.
💜✨ Very confused if you try to stick your fingers in his mouth, and will probably bite you. Once you start touching those sensitive fangs, however, he’s addicted. He’ll randomly grab your hand and start nibbling on your fingers to get you to rub them.
Rene Simm
🖤♦️ One of the least dramatic reactions out there. He’ll look at you with a “what the fuck are you doing?” expression. Once you start fondling his ears, the only sign that he likes it is the blush on his face and his low purring. He might close his eyes and sigh, if he’s in a particularly relaxed mood.
🖤♦️ “What the hell do you think you’re doing, livestock?” The emo vampire gives you a tired, questioning look.
“I just want to touch your ears,” you explain.
“Why?” He asks.
You shrug. “They’re just pretty.”
He gives an amused snort. His ears, pretty? Why his ears, of all things? He’ll never understand humans and their weird interests.
You gently rub his ear, and he lets out a surprised grunt. What is this strange warmth fluttering in his stomach? It feels so nice…
You chuckle as you hear him start to purr. He looks away from you, staring off into the distance, and his face flushes bright red.
“such a tsundere,” you chide him. “Why can you never just admit that you like my attention? Your purring is a dead giveaway.”
“Shut it, livestock.” He growls.
You move closer, turning his head towards you so that you can reach his other ear. His tired eyes seem to stare directly into your soul, but that adorable blush and his non-stop purring offset his intimidating aura. Not that you were ever really intimidated by him. To you, he was just your cute little emo vampire.
Rene closes his eyes; a slight sigh escapes his lips, barely more than a light exhale. But coming from Rene, this kind of expression was like a loud cry of pleasure.
“Just admit that it feels good,” you say smugly.
“Never.” The word comes out airily, almost a sigh in itself. The dark-haired vampire is in absolute ecstasy, but no casual observer would ever be able to tell just from looking at him. Only you, who seated yourself close enough to hear his quiet sighs and deep purring, could tell how much he was enjoying himself.
🖤♦️ If you decide to try touching his fangs, he’ll simply give you the most tired, done-with-your-shit look you’ve ever received. His expression will soften as you proceed to toy with his highly sensitive fangs. Oh, and he’ll purr for you. Cute, huh?
Urd Geales
💡He’s startled, for sure. I mean, you just reached up and started molesting his ears! And it felt good! He struggles to keep his composure, but he struggles in vain. Your soft fingers feel so good on his sensitive ears! Better not try it in public, though. If anyone else is around, he’ll promptly smack your hand away. He has a reputation to maintain, after all.
💡 “Aahhh~ very nice, (y/n).” The second progenitor’s relaxed purrs fill the room as you massage his tense shoulders. His scarlet eyes are closed, and a small smile resides on his calm, picture-perfect face.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, darling.” You smile.
As you watch him sigh and roll his shoulders to your touch, you find yourself staring at his long, pointed ears. You feel a sudden temptation, and reach to grab them.
“What are you- Ohhh~!” Urd groans as he feels your fingers set to work on his ears. He hadn’t even realized how sensitive they were. How could something so simple feel so lovely?
“Does that feel good?” You chuckle. His rich, gentle purring returns tenfold as he leans back into your touch.
“ahhhh~” he sighs, “yes~ very much so~”
A sweet blush decorates his gorgeous, tan cheeks as he sighs your name. Such a soft sigh; barely more than a whisper, but easily heard in the quiet and secluded bedroom you two were currently sharing. When it’s just the two of you, it’s strikingly easy to get Mr. haughty-rules-lawyer to melt like putty in your hands.
His cold, elegant body is leaning against your figure; his head resting against your chest. As you rub those pretty, pointed ears of his harder and harder, his breathing becomes more erratic. His moans increase in volume and frequency.
“a- ahh~! Oh, (y- y/n)~ aah~!” He pants heavily. “Ohhhhhh~!”
He opens his eyes and looks up at you. Such a wonderful expression! His mouth slightly agape, revealing his sharp, white fangs. His intelligent ruby-red eyes trained on you, slit pupils dilated to their fullest extent. Every inch of his face shows how much he enjoys what you’re doing.
You can’t help but smile at him. “you look exquisite like this, my darling~”
💡As for his fangs… He is SO confused as to why in the world you’re trying to stick your fingers in his mouth. He’s not gonna bite you, just sit there and look at you like: “what in the world are you doing?” Like all the others, his fangs are so fricking sensitive. He will melt into your arms like mercury at room temperature.
Ky Luc
🔹🤎Will absolutely let you touch his ears. He’s down to try pretty much anything! His curiosity knows no bounds. Once he finds out it feels good, he’ll definitely want you to play with his ears more often. He loves it when you giggle and coo over him while you do it.
🔹🤎 “You want to touch my ears?” Ky Luc peers at you curiously.
You nod.
“A strange request,” he hums, “but easily granted.”
The fifth progenitor leans his face close to yours; his intelligent crimson eyes have a playful sparkle to them. He’s interested as to why you want to give attention to his ears, of all things. Surely there are more interesting parts of his body to touch, right? Humans are such curious creatures!
You reach up to fondle his sharply pointed ears. They’re cold, like the rest of his body, but oh so soft! You amuse yourself by playing with them a bit more: tugging on them, rubbing their pointed tips, gently running your thumb along their edges.
You giggle as your vampire darling begins purring loudly, and nuzzling into one of your hands. His eyes close, and he sighs contentedly.
“You know, they say curiosity killed the cat. but…” Ky moans in delight, “Aah~! It seems to only lead to good things for me!”
“The full saying is ‘curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back,’” you explain.
“Mmmm~ but still,” he purrs, “In my case, curiosity never killed the cat in the first place!”
“Don’t worry,” you chuckle, “I’m sure one of these days you’ll pay for sticking your hand into random boxes.”
An idea strikes you, and you decide to entertain it. You gently pull the loudly purring vampire closer, and start nibbling the tip of his ear. You hear a sharp gasp, followed by a long, drawn-out groan.
“Ohhhhh~! That feels good~!” He exclaims, “Mmmmmm~ Wonderful~!”
“Would you like me to keep going~?” You murmur into his ear.
“Aah~! Yes please~!” He sighs.
🔹🤎 He’ll let you touch his fangs. He’ll be a little weirded out as to why you want to stick your fingers in his mouth, but his curiosity will get the better of him. It’s a little strange, but at least it feels good!
HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!
you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!
please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.
this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!
please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.
you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.
all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn
all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!
this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.
* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5
however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!
or even just hanging out with your friends!
characters i will write for right now:
note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!
if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!
bold = characters I've played before
one piece! ( pre timeskip )
romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace
platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )
up to debate: please ask !
rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )
romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black
platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan
romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond
fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)
romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn
platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet
up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne
romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando
debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report
