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Dean/Cas + Love is blind
Pamela in 14x10 Nihilism represents guilt
(Cas is in Dean's life at the expense of others)
But she also represents not being able to really see Cas
(And now that there's an angel hurling Dean into the depths of his own mine, he's FORCED to look at what that means)
(Cas did this to someone)
(Dean's been playing house all this time and--)
(--and he's staying willfully blind to what Cas is on account of being in love with him)
(He's not human he's not human he did this to someone too oh god oh no)
#spn nihilism#spn 14x10#dean + blindness#character notes#character ideas#theme ideas#cas + domination of humans#dean & michael#dean/cas + mutual undeserving#spn + living at the expense of others#dean/cas + guilt#spn + guilt#freeform
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The urge to empty someone's balls and bank account is so overwhelming. Knowing that I deserve the luxury of controlling everything about a submissive is so intoxicating.
It makes me crave total power exchange. I am your brain, you aren't allowed to function without. All you have to do is open that wallet wide
You know just as much as anyone else that Mxmmy is the most important thing, that I take what I want and you thank me for it
#jettytalks#f!ndom#f!nsub#f!nsubwanted#cash control#paypiq#ca$happ#cashapp#f1ndom#nsft#findomm#financial drain#financial dominance#financialdominatrix#ftm mommy#mommy k!nk#bd/sm mommy#dom mommy#domme mommy#mommy#trans nsft#ftm nsft#queer nsft#human wallet#wallet drain#walletslave#tpe dom#tpe#tpe relationship#total power exchange
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Sometimes I think about how the demon in The Rapture referred to Jimmy Novak as "picking up an empty vessel," and ough it hurts.
There's something about the language of conquest here, claiming land and space is empty to sidestep the messy business of the matter that someone already lives there. :(
#novak no vacancy#jimmy novak#angels dominating humans as in days of old#heaven's never HAD mercy cas
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Takeout Tuesday
Pairing: Human!Castiel/Fem!Reader (Season 9)
Reader has AFAB body parts, hair long enough for pulling, & feminine pronouns’ are used.
A follow-up/sequel too If you will have me, I am yours. But can 100% be read as a stand alone.
Plot: The reader fulfills Castiel's fantasy of reenacting a porno he once watched. (AKA Clarence the pizza-man & the babysitter)
Rating: M/18+
Words: 3138 (all smut)
Content: Porn without plot, roleplaying, Dominate Cas, cheesy porno dialogue, kitchen sex, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, clothed man/naked woman, teasing, doggy-style, denial/edging, oral (female receiving), bodily fluids, size difference (slightly), begging, choking, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, swearing.
Excerpt: You force yourself not to cringe at the cheesy dialogue as you make your offer; “Maybe I could pay you with my body?”
“That would be acceptable.” He responds curtly, taking a decisive step forward, into the doorframe of your shared apartment.
You checked the time on your phone; 19:45. It was Takeout Tuesday, and Cas should be home any minute. Normally he’d be home by 2, and it was your job to pick up dinner after your own shift finished at 6. But someone had no call, no showed, and ever the Samaritan; Cas had stayed late to help out. He’d called you on his break to let you know he would be home late, and that he would grab food on the way back.
The sound of knocking on your front door made you jump. Careful to remain quiet, you made your way over, stopping to grab your gun on the way. Carefully you pressed the firearm to the door and leaned up to look through your peephole. Hunter instincts never really die.
Relieved and confused, you lower the gun and unlock the door, finding Cas on the other side. Your confusion only increased as you realised he was not dressed in his normal button-up and blue vest. Instead, he was dressed in a red and black polo and cap, and holding two large pizza boxes, all bearing the logo of your local pizza shop.
“Cas, I… I don’t know what to ask first.” You wondered aloud. “Where are your keys? Why are you dressed like that?”
“I do not understand.” Cas stated, tilting his head, and narrowing his eyes. You would almost believe him, were it not for the quiver in the corner of his lip. He was holding back a smile. “My name is Clarence. I am here to deliver your pizzas.”
“Ooooh, right!” You nod hesitantly, a smile sneaking onto your face. You recall a conversation about sexual fantasies, in which Cas had expressed wanting to reenact a porno he’d once seen in which a babysitter had paid for pizza with sexual favours. You stepped back into your hall, simultaneously returning your gun to its designated spot, and pretending to search for your purse. Purposefully arching your back and sticking your out your ass as you acted out searching through drawers and countertops.
“I’m really sorry, Clarence.” You say, trying to make your voice sound airy and sexy; rejecting the urge to laugh at yourself. You return to the door where you begin to trail your hand up your body slowly, directing Cas’s eyes over your curves as you move upward until you loop a finger in your hair and begin twirling it. “I don’t have any money to pay you.”
“That is unfortunate.” Cas responds. His tone is serious and deliberate, but the pink in his cheeks, the way he sucked in his lips, and the growing bulge in his pants told you he was enjoying himself.
“Maybe I could pay you another way?” You ask, batting your lashes at him as you continue to play with your hair. You internally pray no neighbours are passing through to overhear you.
“What would that be?” He asks, unable to prevent himself from nodding, urging you to continue in your little roleplay.
You grin at him, leaning forward and fiddling with the top of your shirt, pulling it down to try and expose some of your cleavage. You force yourself not to cringe at the cheesy dialogue as you make your offer; “Maybe I could pay you with my body?”
“That would be acceptable.” He responds curtly, taking a decisive step forward, into the doorframe of your shared apartment.
You briefly contemplate teasing him, telling him to leave the pizza and come back later, once you’d put the imaginary children you were supposed to be babysitting to bed. But the thought passed quickly, he might actually play along, and you were horny, and hungry, but mostly horny. You did not want to wait.
“Please, come in.” You tell him, stepping back to allow him full access. He quickly passes you. The apartment is small, the front door leads directly into a joined kitchen and living room. The only other rooms are your bedroom and the bathroom. In a few strides, Cas is already standing in the kitchen area where he deposits the pizza boxes on the counter and turns to watch you. You stare right back, taking him in. His shirt is just slightly too tight, drawing attention to the shape of his chest. His arms look thick and strong protruding out of the too-small sleeves. Heat tingles through your body as you watch him cup himself over his jeans, readjusting his growing erection.
“Do you like what you see?” He asks you, his lips stretching into a mischievous smirk.
You nod, locking the door and following him into the kitchen. As you approach, he reaches for you, his hands firmly wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. A hand snakes under your shirt, and you enjoy his warm, gentle touch as he slides it up your spine, guiding your upper body in close so he can plant his lips on yours.
It starts slow and tentative. The brim of his cap rubs against your head as he delicately ghosts his mouth against yours. The kiss quickly grows heated, his lips pressing ever harder against yours. Knees growing weak, you grab onto his shoulders as you open your mouth up for him to explore, and in return his other hand cups the back of your head, locking you in place as he delves his tongue into you.
You trail one hand down his chest until you reach his belt and begin to unbuckle him. He groans into your mouth, savouring the moments before clamping a hand around yours and pulling you away. Pouting, you break away from the kiss to look up at him. He returns your questioning gaze with a stern one. He places one last kiss on your lips before locking his fist in your hair and pulling you away from him.
“If you behave, I might give you what you want, but right now you have a job to do.” He taunts, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips. You’re about to ask him what he wants, but he beats you to the punch, releasing your hair as he instructs you. “Take off your clothes.”
“Yes sir!” You respond before correcting yourself. “Yes Clarence.”
Castiel hums appreciatively as he watches you undress. Unable to keep his hands off you, he begins assisting. Making quick work of your bra and kicking your jeans across the floor once you get them off. Your face grows hot as he holds you in place, his eyes unabashedly raking across your body, taking in every inch of you.
“How would you like to use my body?” You question.
“I want to kiss every inch of it.” He answers matter-of-factly before doing just that. Pushing your back against the kitchen counter he starts pressing passionate, open-mouthed kisses against your jawline, his tongue traces over your skin as he works his way down your neckline, over your collar, your chest. He holts momentarily over your breasts, giving them extra attention. He catches a nipple between his lips and rolls his tongue against it. Your body jerks at the sensation, and his muffled laugh serves to fuel the sensation. Strong fingers replace his lips, both hands roaming your body before attaching to your breasts as he lowers his head further.
“Hmmm, you like that?" He asks as he drops to his knees and you let out a breathy pant in response. You’re rapidly losing composure as he peppers more kisses over your stomach, and hips. The rough texture of his hat brushes your thighs as he situates himself between your legs. His breath is warm against your core, and you thrust yourself closer to him. He places one last chase kiss on your folds before leaning back to look up at your flushed face.
His hands release your chest and gesture to the small dining table in the centre of the kitchen area. “Bend over.”
You’re barely able to open your mouth to complain before he interrupts. “Don’t whine. Do as you’re told.”
You remain silent as you follow his order. Unable to refrain from frowning at him while you cross the small space and angle your body against the table. Cas is on you before you’re able to finish adjusting yourself. He slips his feet between yours to nudge your legs apart. Firm hands settle in on the curve of your back, directing you to arch your rear out.
“You have been a very naughty babysitter.” He growls.
You wiggle your ass at him as you respond. “Are you going to punish me?”
You hear the slap of his hand coming down on your ass cheek before you feel the sting.
“Yes.” His voice is solemn, and you barely have time to think of a response before his hand comes down on you again. You moan out in pain and unconsciously clench your hands around the edge of the table as you brace yourself for the next hit. Cas hesitates slightly, taking a moment to caress your reddening skin before reeling back to deliver another smack. You moan out again and again with each blow. Your head growing fuzzy, unable to think of anything but the heat pooling between your legs, and the stinging of your butt.
When Cas pokes two fingers between your folds you flinch, not expecting the sensation. He runs his fingers up and down, collecting the wetness before retreating. Lazily you stretch your neck back to watch as he brings them close to his face for inspection. You expect him to taste it, he’s never been shy about his affinity for your wetness or cum before, so you’re surprised when he looks over at you with a devious glint.
“I think you’re enjoying this too much.” He says as he leans over your slumped frame and presses his fingers to your lips. Following his lead, you open up, allowing him to push his fingers into your mouth, to rub your wetness against your tongue. It's sharp and bitter, but you close your mouth around him and suck until his fingers leave your mouth without wet pop. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
That felt like a trick question. Any semblance of an answer is immediately lost when you feel him grind his crotch against your backside. When you don’t respond, he continues. “Do you like this? Being bent over, and spanked like a filthy whore?”
The words sound so outlandish, coming out of Cas’s mouth. Castiel, (former) angel of the lord, calling you a whore. Outlandish, but so fucking hot.
Unsure if he’s warning, or chastising you, he pulls his body back and lands another strike on your cheek.
“Fuck. Yes!” You cry, jolting back, pushing your ass against his crotch again.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I like it!” You stare forward, unsure if you could look at him without breaking again. “I like being spanked like a filthy whore.”
Castiel rewards you by placing a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. His voice is hoarse as he leans up and whispers. “Then we shall have to find another way to discipline you.”
You might regret asking, but that doesn’t stop you. “What did you have in mind?”
Strong arms lift you; Cas turns you to face him and paces you back onto the table in a seated position before dropping to his knees and maneuvering your legs over his shoulders.
“Keep your hands behind your back.” He instructs, and the moment your arms are locked behind you he delves in, dislodging his cap along the way. He presses his tongue flat against your clit and licks at it mercilessly. A finger inches up your thigh, and circles your entrance before plunging in.
You want nothing more than to grip his hair, to use it for purchase as you rub your cunt against him, but you can’t. The added challenge of remaining positioned only adds to your growing frustration. The synchronised feel of his finger fucking into you, and his tongue lapping at your sweet-spot has you panting.
“Holy fuck. Don’t stop, please.” You muster, trying and failing to buck in rhythm with him. “That feels so good Cas, Cas, Ca- Clarence.”
He murmurs something incomprehensible between your lips and the vibration has you coming undone. Your muscles seize, your legs shoot out, and your head rolls back as you approach your climax. No sooner has it started when Cas pulls back, releasing you completely.
Your mouth falls open, ready to ask him why he stopped, ready to beg him to come back, to finish you off but all that escapes your lips is a frustrated groan.
“Don’t worry.” Cas assures you, re-adjusting his hat as he stands up. His arousal is evident from his blown-out pupils and the playful smile on his lips. He cups your face between his hands and pulls you in to rest a kiss on your hairline. You don’t miss the chuckle he tries to suppress. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“Are you going to fuck me, Mr Pizza-man?” Your voice is barely a whisper. “Please?”
“You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” It’s not really a question. “You’d like me to bend you over again and stretch you out like a needy slut. You’d liked like me to fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?”
You shiver at his words and reach up for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him closer.
“Yes.” You speak between languid kisses to his jaw, and neck. “Please, please Clarence. I would do anything to feel your cock inside me.”
“I thought you might. You naughty girl.” He states, grasping your wrists and pulling you away from him. “Turn around.”
It’s an order, but you needn’t act. Using your arms and hips for purchase Cas flips you back over. Fresh waves of excitement shoot through your body as you hear his belt and zipper opening. Your breath hitches when you feel the head of his cock at your entrance. He doesn’t make you wait for it, pushing through your lips and bottoming out in seconds. A low moan escapes him as he does so.
“You don’t cum until I say so.” He commands as you both adjust. The feel of his dick stretching your walls out makes you feel lightheaded. You whimper your response and begin rocking your hips, urging him to start fucking you. Your motion is halted when you feel his hand in your hair. With little warning, your head is whipped back. “Your body is mine. I will decide when and how to use it. You’ll be fortunate if I let you cum at all. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” You answer hastily, you suspect you look like a deer in the headlights.
“Since you seem to want this so badly, beg for it.” You’re not sure which is more telling to your enjoyment of his dominance. The way your pussy twitches around him, or the involuntary cry you let out.
“Please… Please Mr Pizza-man, use my pussy.” You begin, through shaky breaths. The excruciatingly slow pump of his body pushing against yours encourages you to keep going. “Use me however you please, I want you, I want to make you cum.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Cas pulls back and slams back into you harshly, hand still firmly latched in your hair, keeping you in place as he begins pounding into you, riding you from behind.
Still on edge from his previous assault, it isn’t long before you felt an orgasm approaching again.
Knowing you won’t be able to fend it off for long you speak up. The jolt of Castiel’s thrusts causes your words to be punctuated by involuntary moans. “Cas, I’m. so. close. Please, I’m. gonna- “
“Not yet.” He barks. A moment later he tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you further back until you're close enough for him to lock a hand around your neck.
Fingers squeeze either side of your throat and you fear you’ll lose your resolve any second.
For stability, and to try to distract yourself from the growing tension in your cunt, you hold onto his arm. As if determined to make you suffer, Cas slows his speed, focusing on deliberate, torturous thrusts that fill you up and hit all the right places.
Gurgled cries fall from your lips, attempts to beg for your release, but nothing is intelligible. Unable to move, to breathe, or to think straight, all you can think of is the orgasm you’re barely holding at bay. The pressure of your fingers around the arm holding you by your neck is sure to leave bruises. And then it happens.
“Now.” He releases his grip on your hair and slides his hand to your folds, erratically pawing until he finds your clit.
You didn’t really need the extra assistance. You fall apart in an instant, your walls convulsing around his cock, as your body rides the high. Your already tingling, pulsing cunt tightens when you feel the warmth of Castiel’s cum spilling inside you. Low, lethargic hums leave his chest as his thrusts grow sluggish and strained.
Spent and panting, Cas lets his hands relax, electing to rest them on your waist as he pulls you in, back to his chest for an embrace. His softening cock dislodges as you move together, and you feel his cum trickle out. You elect to ignore it for now, enjoying the hug, and the delicate kisses he places to the back of your head.
“Do you understand why the pizza-man spanked the babysitter now?” You asked.
The rumble in Cas’s chest as he laughs tickles your skin. “Yes. That was exceedingly enjoyable. How was it for you?”
“That was, amazing.” You concede, turning in his arms until you’re able to rest your face against his chest. He’s smiling down at you, blue eyes filled with admiration. “I should order pizza from Clarence more often.”
“If that is what you want.” Now that he has a clear view of it, you can see him examining your neck. You’ve no doubt it’s still red, but you doubt it’ll be bruised, at least, not half as much as your ass. “We should get you cleaned up.”
“Good idea.” You reach up onto your toes and kiss him on the lips. On impulse, you also decide to steal the godforsaken cap from his head and place it on your own before backing towards the bathroom. “Put those pizzas in the oven to reheat, then meet me in the bedroom?”
Cas nods, seemingly unbothered by your thievery as he watches you go. You’ll have to ask him where he got the costume from later. You ask him one last question as you reach the bathroom door. “So, was there ever a sequel to this porno?”
#castiel x reader#castiel reader insert#castiel#supernatural reader insert#supernatural imagine#supernatural fic#castiel smut#castiel fic#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural smut#human castiel/reader#human castiel#gilverrwrites
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can i rq nsfw headcanons for LJ with a female!reader? if you don’t do headcanons and-or fem reader, feel free to ignore xx
Of course beloved Anon, your sins are my command 🙏
— ❝ 15 Laughing Jack x Fem!Reader Headcanons
NSFW tags: BDSM elements, degradation/praise, breath play, Biting/Choking, corruption kink, breeding kink, sex toys, primal kink, Voyeurism
Viewer discretion is advised. NSFW below this belt ↴
Usually, LJ and you use "red-light green-light" safewords (Red meaning stop, green for go, yellow for caution). You and him discuss anything you're uncomfortable with first before proceeding with different scenarios (generally before you guys start doing the devils tango).
LJ is a primal dom. He loves to growl and chase you. He loves scratching and biting you til you bleed, only to lick up the sweet red nectar as you cry out. He loves to get rough with you in more ways than your clouded mind could think in that scenario.
LJ loves playing with your breasts, one of the more sensitive parts of your body. He likes to teasingly lick and bite at your nipples, hearing your sweet sounds of pleasure for him. He likes squeezing them too because it's so fascinating to him how squishy a human's body is.
LJ also loves to play with your cunt. He likes teasing your swollen clit with his tongue, causing you to twitch and moan out for him. He loves watching you stretch for him too, your pussy devouring anything that goes in with a welcomed squeeze.
LJ is very possessive and needy towards you. He can also get very jealous easily, especially towards you playfully flirting with friends. He likes to make marks on you for the sole reminder that you are his, and he is yours.
LJ loves the thought of breeding you. To fill you to the brim of his children as you shiver. It excites him as you beg him for more, to actually breed you.
LJ loves tying you up, in particularly in black and white ribbons. He thinks your so pretty struggling against the restraints.
LJ likes teasing you in both subtle and major ways. Whether it's blowing cold air on your hot and bothered body, or teasing your silly little cunt with a vibrator, he is all for it.
Get ready for some Degration and praise, because LJ loves degrading you in such pretty ways with words. He loves when you use petnames too, especially authoritative ones.
" No sir !! I ca- haah- n't take-- "
" C'mon my pretty fucktoy.. I know you -hah- can do better than that~ Shut up and -hmn- take it like the pretty whore you are. "
Whether it be with an object or his own hands, LJ loves to watch you struggle for air. He loves to tease you with it too, lightly putting pressure on your throat as you give him a hitched gasp.
LJ loves when you frain innocence and resistance to him. He likes the feeling of dominating you, watching you unravel like yarn. It seems to egg him on the more you squirm or whine under him.
This might surprise you, but LJ is actually very physically sensitive. Whether it be you tuging at his thick mess of hair, or clenching to his cock with want, he always gives you a well deserve sounds. If your lucky, he might even whimper for you.
LJ is a Voyuer. He loves watching you masturbate or do things alone. It gets him off as you moan for his name, or to watch you stretch yourself out.
LJ adores playing with toys on you. He loves watching as you twitch and lose yourself to a vibrator, or whimper as he teases you with your own dildo. Hes all for it.
LJ loves to spoil you during aftercare. He loves to constrict you into one of his softer hugs as he mutter praises in your ears. Once you fall asleep however, he quietly goes back to his Jack-In-A-Box.
#creepypasta smut#smut#laughing jack#creepypasta#laughing jack x reader#fem!reader#creepypasta headcanon#laughing jack smut#laughing jack headcanons#laughing jack x you#not safe for minors#headcanon#creepypasta x reader#headcanons#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta x you#creepypasta x y/n#mdni
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Carved Into Flesh
Pairings: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x Reader
Word Count: 3075
Summary: With your ex-mate challenged by the Monarch, he has no choice but to fight. With nowhere to go, you were rooted in your spot and forced to watch. To watch as this random female demolishes and wipes the floor with Dwainet, quite literally. He stands no chance against someone who holds themselves with such pride and confidence that leaked no falsehood. There’s a reason she is Monarch.
Author Note: Part three is here! Writing this new story is so much fun! I've had time to draw up a few more pictures of her as well. I'll have to post them later though, they're not finished yet.
Masterlist
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 |
From her spot on the mat that’s slicken in blood that’s not hers, We’ar-ow begins to circle. Dwainet starts to mirror her actions. The same, safe distance continuous placed between their high strung bodies. Your eyes couldn’t look away from your ex-mate’s face. Between the young lines on his sculpted face, you read the worry. In those stony cold eyes that shone in the day and night, you saw his fear. Not for you. His gaze was far from yours; pinned on the hunk of pink scales in front of him. The one who initiated this. All for you.
You.
A meek human who fell in loved with another just to get heartbroken a year later.
Someone who was abandoned.
You. Out of everyone.
The Monarch wanted you.
She was willing to risk her hide to claim you.
The skin on your body pebbled with bumps, form shuttering. You swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between their two frames. The only stable thought on your mind was: who did you want to win? Your backstabber of a mate who left you for hole to bury his penis in. Or, the Monarch who without hesitance, pulled you under her wing. The one who wanted you.
It seemed like your mind was already made up. But your heart wasn’t there. Yet? Maybe.
Thoughts began to fill your mind. Thoughts of escape. The Monarch had powered. Does that po- a powerful, earthshattering roar interrupted your thoughts. Your whole body jumped. No one was paying you mind. No, they were focused as the battle finally began with a domineering start.
What you first saw once your eyes focus was a barreling force of Dwainet rushing We’ar-ow. He was done waiting for her to start this. A young blood mistake. With one step, We’ar-ow dodged his simple rush with her hands clasped behind her. The stance enraged the male Yautja all the more. His thick claws on his feet dug into the durable mat as he spun around to try again.
As the female Yautja danced around the bull like fight that Dwainet created, she let her eyes flick over to your meek form. The moment they landed on you, you felt a piercing gaze and looked at We’ar-ow. The fact she let her guard down enough to peer at you, it made your already unstable heart to pound fiercely in your chest.
All the while Dwainet believed she was distracted, he took the false opportunity to barrel at her once more. A tactic he should learn wasn’t going to work, no matter how much he tried. It was like that was the only move he knew. We’ar-ow scoffed at the thought.
With her eyes still on you, she sidestepped the fumbling idiot, arms finally twitching into movement. One muscular foot stuck as he raced past her. In that same instance, a blur of pink smashed into his back. The male was sent sprawling like an imblice onto his front. He slides a couple of feet before he was scrambling back to his feet.
The false confidence he once grasped onto drained from his body. An open book to be read. To everyone in this room.
Behind you, all around you, the room erupted with an uproar of thundering voices. The translator screeched out, trying to fulfil its job while being overwhelmed. You hissed from the high pitched sound and clawed at the device behind your ear. Former scars met your nails smooth and light colored.
Your nails caught something just below the skin, slightly tearing the skin but flipping something in the process. The screaming stopped, just the ringing in your ear and the roars of the surrounding Yautja.
Despite them all being wrapped into the fight, none stepped a foot closer. Something you took note of. A low, final hiss escaped your parted lips. The pain lingered but drawn away enough to refocused on the fight.
Things turned up two notches by the time you looked back at the mats. We’ar-ow still played with the young blood, drawing this out for what ever sick reason she had. But a new mark painted Dwainet’s right arm with neon green blood. A flesh wound by the way he dismissed it and still used the limb. If this was a human though, there wasn’t enough adrenaline in the human body to drown out that pain. You shook at the thought.
He was wounded. Blooded. Your broken heart still ached for him, not just for the pain he caused but the fact he was hurt. You worried at your bottom lip, ignoring the tangy taste of metal. Now, your eyes focused on Dwainet as he received another harsh blow from We’ar-ow.
Dwainet snarled out his agony as more blood pearled to cover the new wound. Your heart jumped into your throat then, tears pooling to the corner of your eyes. As much as you wanted to step in and stop this madness, you held no courage to even move a single muscle towards the brawling duo. All you wanted was everything to go back to normal. Back to yesterday morning when you woke up in your mate’s arms.
Titled as pet to his kind. To him, you were his lover, the one he shared his bed with. The one he would make love to me in all different kinds of ways. Here he was, fighting the Monarch.
Was this my fault? It resolved arou-stop it! I wildly shook my head to clear of my thoughts and narrowed down on the fight. There was a time and place wallow in my sorrows. Not when I’m surrounded by predators as meek prey. I steeled my nerves, pulled back my shoulders, and stared up at the two battling giants.
From this far into the one and only round, it was clear as a sunny day who was going to win. This morning, you knew. Deep in your bones, you knew. As much as your heart craved for the things to return to two days ago, this was life. You’ve come to learn the harshness it spat in your face and lived with the life given.
We’ar-ow had finally stepped up her game and officially joined in. Her lethal claws already have been used time and time again. Dwainet didn’t slow and let his new wound affect him too much. He kept the same war plan running and We’ar-ow grew bored.
When the young blood came at her, took the full brunt of the hit with pride. A pink hand snatched the male around his neck and smashed him into the mat. A choked cry rang in the tense room. The air forced out of his chest. Dwainet gasped for his lung to fill but the hold she held on his throat stopped him.
Panic grew in his movements as all of his limbs kicked out to strike at her. Anything to get her off. For the fun of it, her hand released him. A foot was swiftly heading toward her head, aiming to knock the giant away.
For once, We’ar-ow showed off. Her thighs used their strength to spring her entire body up and off the ground. She leaned back in the air, arms out, and hand meeting the ground. Once more, she pushed off and came to land on her feet. The jutting movement from the usually calm Yautja stilled the room for only a moment.
Even though Dwainet had his back to you now, you could read him still. He had to be saying ‘oh, shit’ in his mind like a mantra. His entire body tense, either to run or meet his maker, you didn’t know this.
The female picked up her head to keep her pink chin level with the ground. That look in her orange eyes had you ready to bolt yourself. And it wasn’t even directed at you.
One moment, there stood the pink wall of muscle. The very next millisecond, Dwainet was promptly lifted into the air. All that kept him there was We’ar-ow hand connected to his exposed throat. One tense move of her hand, and he would be dead. The females stronger, bigger, more intelligent, and cool minded their male counterparts.
“Dwainet!” you called out without thinking. A trembling hand reaching towards the smaller Yautja.
Everyone’s eyes were on you. Everyone’s. At the very moment, you wanted the ground and swallow you whole. To take you far from this room.
Hiss and chittering filtered into the air. Shit, the translator. You reached behind your ear and swipe through the blood’s origin to feel that same switch. A flick of your nail had the thing back on.
Words of disgust and distain rang through the air like a cold, threatening wind. As if it was real, you shiver and drew back your hand. Clearly this was a huge mistake on your part. You had nowhere to run. As prey cornered by predators, your heart thundered in your ears, on the verge of jumping out of its bony cage. There was no place to even more to get away from any of them.
The mat was encased by Yautjas. Not an inch given, not inch of hope of freedom. Not like you could make it far if one gave chase.
Her eyes were pinned solely on you now, head cocked just slightly to the side. “Why speak his name?” The translator rumbled deep in your head. “Are you defending him?” You flinched when the device screeched halfway through.
You shook your head to rid of the pain before lifting it up to peer at her. The Yautja was a good twenty feet from me. But with the way her piercing gaze studied me, it felt like her skin was on me. That’s when you found the ground a far better place to look at. No words came to me.
Hisses of displeasure had your skin spiking, mind screaming to run but no place to slip through. But a clip snarl quieted the area. “Pet, I asked a question.” Of course, she wanted you to answer. Of course. Of-fucking-course. You steeled your nerves and swallowed. Now to either speak truth or lie straight through my teeth.
“N-no.” You stopped yourself from cringe at how pathetic that sounded.
We’ar-ow scoffed, head tipping just enough to peer over her mandibles at you. For a moment, you thought this was her exposing her throat to Dwainet foolishly. The Yautja was too cowardly to react let alone know what she did. He was still kicking like a captured kitten in his hold. “Then tell me why you have interrupted.”
All just a demand. Just the Monarch commanding you. You took a shuttering breath that raked your torso. “Please, do-don’t hurt him. He’s le-learned his lesson.”
Bickering and snarky remarks throughout the crowd started. A thundering presence appeared next to you, starting you from the safety of the shy half circle of space given to you. Before the Yautja had a chance think of any harm towards you, a knife was embedded into the male’s shoulder. He hissed from the pain and was swift to back off.
“Don’t touch what’s not yours,” We’ar-ow’s voice entered your ear alongside the monotone of the translator. Then, her attention was returned straight to you. “He is dishonorable, though in a low crime, he has yet to learn true punishment for what he’s done. Oomans are foolish. You do not understand nor will you. You try to defend someone who has abandoned you despite taking responsibility for you. I’m curious.” It was a silent question. Another one.
More quiet talking caught your translator. Many were surprised that she was allowing a chance to speak, something a pet doesn’t have the right to do.
“I-I love him, okay?”
There was another uproar of displeasure but what you heard over all of it was Dwainet snarling… in disgust. “Nothing more than a pig.” That last word, the translator struggled to find a word for a moment. Your lips parted. There was nothing to stop the barrage of tears that started to pour down your cheeks. Nowhere to run.
A deafening roar shook the ground before the sound of skin slapping harshly met your ears. Your sight finally caught up to see what had happened. We’ar-ow had slammed the squirming male down to the mat with a death wrapped firmly around his neck. She snarled like a raging female. The first time you’ve seen her show emotion.
“You are dishonorable! No female will allow you to mate with them this season or any upcoming seasons for the time being. You hold no true heart of a warrior,” she barked, the words almost drowning out the translator. “Yield like the scum you are and I won’t cut off your penis.”
Fuck… Your eyes widened at the threat. The male pushed his thighs together as if that would stop her from fulfilling her mission. “Yield! I yield! You can have the damned thing!”
His words cut through you like his sharpest knife. He gave in, so easily. He called you ‘thing’. A thing. You hiccupped back a sob and cradled your hands to your chest. More hot tears stung at your eyes. A never ending cascade of your sorrow.
For a tick of a moment, you thought We’ar-ow was going to snap his neck after he yield. Something that didn’t need to be taught to know was completely dishonorable.
The pink Yautja released her hold completely and stepped away from the dishonorable male. Her steps light, calculated she beelined for her new prize. You. Her movements weren’t registering in your brain until you felt the hot breath fan over the top of your head. You snapped your head up to find her gaze upon your trembling form.
Before you had a chance to think, her hand held a strong grasp on the back of your neck. Next, with a sliver of strength, the Yautja had you pinned to the ground. Face down into the mat with neon blood smearing into your skin and new clothing. Your prey instinct drove you to fight, to kick, to bite, to scratch. Anything to get her off of you.
But she didn’t even flinch a single centimeter. She captured both of your arms then straddled your back, pinning both limbs to your side. You sobbed for escape and looked over at your ex-mate who has sat up. His eyes met you in a brief encounter before he looked away. Abandoning you all over again. He got up and slipped through the crowd.
Everyone was far too enraptured with what We’ar-ow was doing to do you than the male leaving with his tail between his legs.
The muscles in your neck grew too sore to hold up your head anymore. Your face pressed back into the slick mat, sobs wracking your body. “Stop it! Get off of me,” I demanded as if I had a place to do so. No matter that she had control of my upper body, I still fought. A deep instinct drove me. Maybe it be a prey instinct or not, I kicked my legs to the best of my ability. Nothing coming close to hitting her.
A hand lined with blacked tipped claws cleared the space at the juncture of where your neck meets your shoulders. You instantly froze. The threat of death so close with a lethal predator sitting on top of you. Yet, her four hundred pound body was relatively off me, letting me breath but not escape. “Wh-what are you doing?!”
Pain zapped at the spot cleared. A scream tore at your throat. Your efforts for escape double, muscles flexing and straining against ones thrice their size. You thrashed your head about, any efforts to get away. You felt her weight shift above you, long thin tresses scrapping over the skin on your back. “My pet does not writhe in pain! My pet is strong! Silence yourself and earn the title as my pet,” her voice harsh, close to your ear. Soft enough not many could listen but enough for your translator to pick up on.
You take her words in and bite harshly at your lip to silence any noises. While the white hot pain continued, it registered in the back of your mind that We’ar-ow was carving something. Straight into your skin.
The only thing you could not control was the tears. Which, We’ar-ow either didn’t notice or reprimand you about it as she continued. Then, her weight was lifted off of you but you did not move. Your skin far too hot for you, breaths labored as you tried to gather yourself internally.
“Come along, my pet,” We’ar-ow’s voice carried out in the quiet room. Your chest ached. You rolled onto your back and gaze upon the plain ceiling that made up this mothership. But, We’ar-ow didn’t give you a second chance. Her feet swiftly carried her towards the exit, acting as if she didn’t just best your ex-mate and carve something into your back. When you have the chance, you needed to see what she had done to you.
Right now, you needed to your ass off of this stupid mat.
Trembling limbs barely listened to you. One arm after another, you placed your palms on the ground and pushed, muscles straining. Next was drawing your knees up enough to get into a kneeling position. That allowed all the weight on your chest to slide right off. You finally were able to breathe fully.
Through the crowd that still hung around, you spotted your mate through the sea of people. Unlike any time you’ve seen him before, his gaze caused your entire body to shutter. Death. All you could see was death. Your gaze dropped swiftly to the floor. You struggled to get to your feet, but you made it.
With one last fleeting glance in his direction, you stumbled out of the sparring room. Blood coating your skin, some yours and not. One a bright, flashy green while the other dark in contrast. Red.
Like a good pet, you followed your master. The blockade of Yautjas spilt like the sea to Moses. You paid them no attention as you tried to reel everything back in. All you felt like is a hollow person of yourself after today’s events. Worse than yesterday. And you still didn’t have any clue to what was the next step in your new life.
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I was doing the role reversal request and this popped into my head...how about some sex with the human Higher Moons being dominated by their demonic partners? Brutal and rough sex to the point where they pass out because their s/o just don't seem to understand that humans have a limit to endurance, multiple orgasms in a row and being treated like sex dolls that leave them drooling and crying while being fucked in the most diverse positions.
I know I delayed this one on purpose, I try to not send too many things requested, that's on me. I try to get the mosts requests I can the fastest as possible, and I write more than one at the same time most of the time, so I find it the most productive, even if that doesn't make sense since I will be getting everything out anyway but still.
I liked this promt, to see the Uppermoons as a broken mess while the demon partner is fucking still going on and on and on with unlimited endurance and stamina 😳😩😫. Overstimulating is a chef kiss kink, change my mind (you can't).
The other post should give a bit more of context of how I view the characters in Role Reversal AU. Here is the link, it's also on the masterlist. I hope you like this.
Role Reversal Uppermoons being railed to Oblivión by Male Demon Reader
Warnings: Sexual content, Dub-con/non-con (starts always as consented, but reader genuinely doesn't know when to stop), Implied past rape (nothing to do with reader), Implied prostutution, Implied underage sex, Marathon sex, Praise kink, Blood kink, Body worship, Overstimulation, Somnophilia (in some reader continues even after character passed out), Rough sex, S&M, Oral sex, Mentioned switching, Belly inflation and Pecattiphilia.
Gyutaro:
You are not his first. He comes from a prostitution district, how would you be his first? It's his first time with someone who actually cares, though. It was... not ideal, to say at least, so he never had no expectations in what you wanted. He figured it would be for the best to just let you take whatever you want. Specially since... he did want it, you... but all his previous experiences did not help to what he wanted to have with you. You, who cares about him and his sister and would not want to hurt him, so besides trusting himself to you, he didn't know what to do. Viewing it back, maybe he should have settled some boundaries first instead of waiting to the last minutes to stop something he was no longer able to.
"Neah-ne-NEH S-s- URGH!" He can barely speak anymore, the idea of saying something you could understand is definetely out of the window. Completely out of the window. Gyutaro can't breath, feeling every thrust into his gueverytime yo slide in, making it hard to properly inhale without choking in his own saliva, as he can't swallow. At first he could handle it, you were not worse to him than other... "lovers", you made sure he was feeling good from the start. He is still lost on the initial kises as you exposed his skin, skin that smelled deadly, toxic, like wysteria, to the point you didn't dare to bite, but it didn't stop you from carresing and kissing the black marks. "Shhh~ I'll take care of you." you said with yout hot breath against his pulse.
You made sure to lube him, to jerk him off as you prepared his hole for the bigger intrusion with your finger, slowly and gently, only to loose control the secon the tight heat clenched around you hard and pulsatin cock. You couldn't help yourself, you started slaming into him, having to constantly remind you that being too violent could break him... also forgetting that too much sex could too. Your mind is also in a frenzy, the salpping wet sounds at first were joined with groans and moans, each time sounding more like whines in your ear, uneven and deliciously broken with the contact of the hot, blushed and sweaty skin. And so you kept going again, and again, and again- "Y-URGH~! Y/~! PLE~ARGHSH! NE-NEAHH! CA-CN'T UGHN!" his face is red, just like his eye that, having one close and the other as open that it bulges, pupils dilatated lost on the upper eyelid, mouth open with trails of saliva falling off with tears.
You have him under you, bend over almost in half as you have one of his knees over your shoulder and the other besides your waist, spreading him in a way that lets you see the base of your erection appear and disappear in every thrust, and after several time cumming, both inside and outside him, there are stains of both of yours and his seed in your torsos, with Gyutaro's belly bulging slightly as you thrust. "So- urgh~ fucking cute..." He can't hear you, he can't see you, there is only an interrupted beeting, unclear colors, a stincky smell of male sex, dizzying bounces in a constant static of pleasure and soreness. He can't move besides spasming everytime his nerves regain sensibility. How long have you been like this? He already lost count of how many times he came, but now balls empty, cumming dry, it's even harder to tell. Hours? Days? Weeks? It feels like years, like if his body grew into an overheated, overfilled figure of heavy and strectched limbs. "Nn-hah-hahACK!... NN~AHHH~ MMNRGH!"
"That's it... ohhh, keep making those cute sounds." Part of him becomes scared that you will never stop, you could never stop, you have the endourance and stamina for that. You could just keep cumming inside him, part of him is already settling to the idea as he begins to sob. It's too much and you can barely notice him when his insides are sloppy and pulsating hard, heart beats fast and he can't return a last kiss that allows you to explore his flooded mouth, tonge avoiding yours, giving you the oportunity lo lick the flesh inside to the throat. Thankfully, you stopped. "Are you ok?" ... Gyutaro would not have answereded that even if he could, and he can't. Only managing to whine as you take you cock out.
He whimpers for almost an hour after and the first thing he says when he can speak again "I-I-I-Iahh.... fuckiiing hate-hate yahh, ne...." You got carried away, and Gyutaro is holding you accountable for it. You better prey Daki doesn't find out about any of this.
Gyokko:
Gyokko? A virgin? HAH! As if! Have you seen him? Of course he is not a virgin, he had sex with plenty of people, both men and women lined up for his attention... before getting to know him, but one night stands would never be missed. Even at those times he was not into... safety. He never cared for safewords or any boundary, he could stablish them for himself on the run and didn't need to depend on other's will for him to make sure things are how he likes them. Maybe he should have understood that, with uou being a demon, he would need to stablish some more safety measures. It was exciting for both, the fact that both of hou thought you could get away with anything, even if it meant hurting the other side. You are ok with the needles in your body, even if the wysteria hurts, it doesn't stop you. And it doesn't stop him.
"Mnngh~ it's that all you got?" Gyokko asks cocky at first as you lick his body, tasting the salty taste with every little bite, marks annoying Gyokko but nothing enought to make you stop (he will need to find the way to hide them later). You only smirk back to him, taking it as a challenge, so you move to bite his leg, the iiner thigh, so hard that he bleeds, you take a bit of the liquid in your mouth only to drop it into his hole as you spread his ass, using it to lube the rim as you also use your tongue. "Ahh! Why, you want to top? I guess I can let you this time." You both take it fast as you finger him just enough to avoid pain as he grabs the back of your head, pulling and moving it to the point your neck is uncomfortable, laughing at any groan that shows it. Once you had enough you pull away and grab his wrists on his back to take him from behind.
You line your cock into his hole, groaning at the sensation, feeling the thrill as he fights your grip, moaning loud when he feels the tip pushing inside, and once that little, curved part is fully in after gentle and soft push, you suddenly slam the rest of it to the base. Gyokko screams while you growl into his nape, letting his hands hos as he uses them to get himself stable. "Fuck, you're so tight." Is the only thing you can say, the only thing in your mind as you start moving your hips back and forward as you inhale the Hashira's scent. It smells like sea, coins and blood, besides the ingredients he uses for his pots. "Urgh~ shit!shit!shit! Aren't- oooohh~ you a demon? Argh~ do it better..." But you can, andproves later as you keep thrusting into him. Gyokko enjoyed his first orgasm, even as you kept going through it, the seconds one left him having spasming and a bit sensitive, but nothing he couldn't like. It was after the third orgasm, efter you already came, when he realized the danger he was in.
"He-he-hey-urgn! Wa-wai-wait!" He turned part of his body around to push your face away from the back of your shoulder, basically stabbing one of your eyes with his thumb. You back off a bit, but don't pull out, giving Gyokko some seconds to take a breath as your eye heals. "What? You can't take it anymore? "Aren'r you a Hashira"?" You mock him. in the last part, making a pain pop out in the human's face as he turns around as he sits on your lap, gravity and position letting the tip of your cock find an untouched group of nerves that make the trembles and clenching react in the human's body. "Who do you think you are talking to?" He starts thrusting himself into you, bouncing up and down, letting you see the tired eyes fighting to stay open and every tremble in the sweaty and brusied (because of the bites and some hard grips) body. You grab his hips and move him yourself, slapping sounds coming out as Gyokko whimpers.
None of you have any idea how much time it passed as you started cumming again as you get fucking him, erection still feeling the tight and hot clench around it's lenght no matter how much you fuck the rim open. Gyokko doesn't even speak or scream anymore, barely bieng able to make a sound as he feels like your dick reaches too far into his body, it didn't feel like this before. He swears he feels as if your seed arrived to his nose, as the knots with the smell of sex don't let him breath properly, and the saliva in his mouth make the tongue feel heavy and restricted, making his breathing very aggresive as tears ruin his usual make up. "Fuck, argh~ you look so cute." Gyokko feels as if he is going to die, his body fully leaning into yours as he can't support his own weight. You can feel the cum slide through his the hole everytime you pull out, going down to your own ass, wetness making a messy sensation. It's somehow comfortable, having all that makes sex on top of you and being able to handdle it to your liking.
You feel satiated after a few hours, having loosing count of how many times you came, also the amount of times Gyokko came is not minor, you can feel the sticky white liquied in between both of your torsos as his head lies in your shoulder, where you can feel the hot drool and tears. "Was that good enough for you?" You tease, not recieving a response at all. "Gyokko?" Nothing, you move a little bit to see him with blank eyes, tears not even forming anymore but his face still ruined with black, purple and green stains.... This is your fault. The second he gets better he goes to the clean himself, trippling to the grown every few steps but threatening you every few steps away. Once he came back, hair and make-up done, he basically spits to you "You are NOT topping again!"
Hantengu:
Sometimes he wants to forget everything, to forget about his problems, his past, his job, or whatever else. He doesn't trust anyone to that, you are his best bet. Until now he has only had small relationships with women, some courting and some one night stands, but nothing with a man, even if he had some attention once or twice from his same gender. He didn't know what to expect when you started to strip him while kissing and nibbling, leaving marks in a tense and trembling body, already starting to sweat and react to the touch. He is simply too cute, you rub yourself into Hantengu, making him squeak a little. He is letting you take control, he doesn't know how to do it with a man, so he would rather just... lie back. "Eeck! Wha-wait! It's dirty there!" He says as you beging to smell under his balls into his crack, making you laugh a bit over his red face, shoulders and ears.
You don't seem to care about that as you keep using your tongue on that place, tasting the skin and teasing the rim before using the wet organ to stre the hole. You are slow with Hantengu, understanding that he is sensitive, a bit fragile, even, so he nees a bit of stability to be provided. "Y-Y-Y/N... please..." You make sure to finger him properly, to kiss and suck his skin, leaving small purple marks on it. You make sure to also carress his body, for him to be able to feel you near and feel safe. As you do that he already begins to form tears in his eyes with red cheeks and ears, you wonder how someone like this managed to become a Hashira, but he did manage. "Shhh, it's ok. I will take care of you, I'll make you cum so hard you will only be able feel your orgasms. Mnn? Would you like that?" He sobs a littles as he feels the words against his body as you keep his lips less than a breath away from him.
He covers his face with his wrists, not daring to see you as you keep touching his body, you can his heartbeat speed up as you keep adding fingers until e can take the third one. By that moment your erection is already stiff and gaining color, becoming uncomfortable because of the lack of attention. "I want to fuck you already, fuck... can I?" You basically growl into his ear, making Hantengu whince and tremble as he looks away before nodding slightly. You position him facing the side, one leg under you and the other over your knee as you spread the buttcheeks to see the twitching hole before pushing in slowly, feeling soften up and wet inner walls tight up around your lenght. Hantengu starts to whimper the second he feels the intrusion against his rim. "Ahh... mangh... ! Y-Y/N!" And once you put it in... there is no turning back.
You see Hantengu's face from this angle, already crying while he holds one of arms, you can feel the heat of the blushed skin, the scent of his flesh. You start as slow as you can, feeling the need to dig in, to take, to consume against a prey. You can control most of it, but still, a part of you feels numb, or at least overpowered by the sensations. "Y-Y-ARGH! PLE-PLEASHE! URGH! CAN-CAN'T!" He was already messy by the first time he came, the second was a nightmare, it left him oversensitive and you just didn't stop. Every thrust he could feel too hot, having to pant and whine, slowly the heat and the movement making him tired, unable to do more. Also, the sweat adds a sense of coldness that makes it's body try to get smaller in itself, contrasted to the heat, it's overwhealming. The tears make his vision blur and the environment makes it hard to breath, he swears he is going to faint. Don'tfaintdon'tfaintdon'-
There is still movement, it's the fisrt thing he identifies after a while, back and forward. It's still hot and cold at the same time, wetness being uncomfortable but the stimulation being addicting, unable for him to stop, and not like he could do anything about it. There is a feeling of fullness and by the time he slowly remembers what was going on he them just assumes you changed the position so you got deeper. He can feel his hole being a bit more loose, barely feeling your cock as he sobs and whimpers. He just woke up but he is still tired, his throat hurts and he doesn't have any tears left to shed, e definetely needs to drink some water but you won't stop. "....y-y-y/...." he can't, he cant speak, even as you speed up the thrust. You think this one is the real one, this one will satiate you.
Hantengu was so sensitive he came a little after you last orgasm, arching his whole back and neck as his tongue scapes his mouth, drooling over his jaw and neck. After that you lie besides him and start kissing him, cock still inside, warmed up by the filled with seed insides, sloppy ass letting most of it slip out even with your dick plugging it. You kiss Hantengu's ear, did you even notice he passed out? "Do you want to stay like this?" The human can only star falling asleep again after nodding slightly, he also doesn't want you to pull apart now that his body is finally relaxing. He will be fine, just... five more minutes... (after he sends you for some water, then he goes to sleep again)
Sekido:
Sekido doesn't like your hunger, your craving, it gets him anxious, and that irritates him. But there is also the feact that you really can't control it, as a part of him reasons that is better having you lusting over him than preying on others with gluttony. Specially if he feels those others could be one of his brothers. "Would you hurry up?!" Also, with his life style? He is afraid to die without having this with anyone, to die without having experienced the pleasure of having someone needing him, wanting him, and taking him. He trusts you enough for it to be you, you are the one he trusts the most besides his brothers and the Urami guy, but still. "I don't want to stay fooling around all night. If you are not going to fuck me then fuck off." He has never being patient.
He doesn't give two shits if it's dry or not, you offer to use your own blood as lube, but Sekido fears that if his inner flesh tears then your blood would transform him. Because you insisted in using something, you are using his blood, biting his shoulder and taking the red liquid mixed with your saliva. You insert your first finger with a bit of resistance, making Sekido growl, your ear in his nape when you do. You keep fingering him, inserting digits with one hand while spreading the cheeks with the other, being able to thee the rim twitch when you touch a sensitive part. He also smells delicious, his blood making you drool with appetite you try to satiate by liking his skin, making Sekido tense. "You taste so nice." You can see the blussh in his shoulder, ears and nape, being a good company to the trembles. "Just put it in."
You obey him, opening the passage with your fingers digging into his flesh, you procede to line your tipe into the hole, preassure making Sekido growl instinctly, sound turning into a groan for every inch you pushed inside slowly. There are bit of grunts in protests but he doesn't dare to tell you to go faster, as he is giving you the back, more comfotable in this position, he doesn't know if he can trust your stenght or that you won't snap and try to hurt him. He still has his staff at reach, thunder breathing, even without a weapon, should be enough to scape your grasp and take it into his hands. "Relax a little." He trembles as he feels you licking his spina before you star moving in and out, spreading his buttlocks again to be able to see your erection appear and disappear for every thrust you make inside the tight cavity, slap sounds for every move. "Urg- can't you go any faster?!" You can, and you do.
Sekido wants to forget everything for a while, he gets to do so, losing himself in your thrusts as you hit his inner walls, only focusing on the pulse both have and the movement the impact causes, he can only hear that sound as he bites his lips, besides sometimes paying attention to the groans and growls you release as you lick, bite and suck his back, probably leaving marks but not feeling any killing intent. It was good, it was a break, until he came. Then he became a bit more sensitive, trembles getting more violent and needing more effort to breath, but you didn't stop, and he would not have let you either. "Argh! Ahhgh! Shi-" He would not have let you take care of him that way, to just stay together while he calms down, he has no idea if you knew but didn't care, he has more stressed over the fact that he couldn't shut down groans and moans with his mouth fully open for him to be able to breath.
With the time the fast movements started to make him feel a little dizzy as the effort and heat blurred his vision with tears, he could feel knots forming in his nose and it was becoming hard to swallow the saliva accumulating in his mouth. "Fu- ARGH! SHI-SHI-SHT!" How much time have you been like this, he can feel his limbs becoming sore and the wetness being cold against his flesh and skin, you have already arogasmed. Why are you not satiated? It only takes some time for his arms to give in, making his face flat against the surface. Seeing this, you turn him around without pulling out, Sekido can tell that he is handdled, but can only stare and frown as to the colors of your figures while you keep moving in and out. You kiss his lips, he doesn't reciprocate the gesture, to tire as he just lets you fuck him. "Let me take care of you."
(He stabs you with the staff the second he gets better after it and leaves without saying a word, using the wapon to not fall.)
Karaku:
Karaku didn't know what to expect from having sex with a flesh eating demon, you are his first in that sense. Sex with men, already did, sex with older people too, both people more and less experienced, he had a bit of everything, at least he will with you on the list. Part of him is afraid he read wrong the signals, that you don't want to fuck him but to eat him, so he unconciously trembles against your soft touch. "Shhhh~ relax. Let me take care of you." You whisper against his nakes chest, licking one nipple and squeezing the other. "I will relax once it feels good, but I really need the info, so..." he says before kneeling and sucking your half hard cock into his throat, making you groan of pleasure as you start thrusting in and out of his mouth, no gag reflex stopping you from slam into the wet and soft cavity.
It's Karaku the one that decides the has enought of taking it up on his throat, taking your now salivated fully erected dick out of his mouth, sticking his tongue out while he does before smiling at you. "Let me take care of you first~." He knew what he was coming for, so he prepared himself already, just in case. Still, he needs to ask, but keeping s mall smirk he rubs your erection with one hand and positons it against his cheek. "So... you top or bottom?" He is ok with whate justs nevereds to make sure to leave the inn room before sunrise and satisfy you to the point of talking. He starts sucking the tip of your cock against his lips, using his tongue to tease. "Top." You answer as he starts pull off the pants of the uniform, keeping the jacked and shirt but opening all the buttons. Once he finishes he grabs your waits to force you to sit in the edge of the bed, climbing up your lap as he lines up with your sex. "So... we already know the location and number of victims. What can you add?"
He rubs teasingly his crotch and ass with your erectiong, smiling as he doesn't let you grab him, using his own pace to pent you up to the point of talking. "Names, ranks, abilities, preferences. I'm good with anything, handsome~. But I won't let you get this hard and tasty cock inside any other of my holes if you don't tell me something useful." And yo do tell him, everything there is to know, not caring if it could count as some sort of treason. The slayer smiles before suddenly grabbing your dick to line it up with his entrance. "Good boy~. I'll let you stablish the pace-ARGH!" He screams, mostly out of surprise as you move your scrotch up, making you both groan. Karaku grabs tightly your sholuders as the feels the intrusion hit his insides, face blushing and panting as the soften up, still lubed and clenching hole embraces you in, you keep moving, liking the sensation of flesh hitting each other with the wait noises. "Fu-fuck! You feel so good..."
He is not against rough treatment, he actually enjoys it quite a lot, so Karaku doesn't think much of it. He has good stamina, so he keeps up with it for a while, even when the tiredness and soreness of his legs as he also buences up and down make it noticeable that you last more than most humans, and the second he came... It's been years since he was the first one to have an orgams against his partner, when he was younger and didn't have a much experience. He arches his back as you keep thrusting in and our, moving his body, he guesses you should cum soon so he didn't say anything, just kept going with his limbs trembling, blusing hard and panting. He closes his eyes and decide to stop trying, just wrap his arms around your neck, he can't keep up with the intensity. Then you actually cum but... you are not stopping at all. It's still the same movements and same intensity but... hotter and wet, Karaku can feel his nerves reacting to different stimulations. "NGHAH!" His voice is higher than susual, he tries to cover it, only to feel a bit dizzy when he moves to do so. "AHH! MNGH!" he suddenly starts crying as he tries to stay stll, every thrust making it harder to breath.
His insides clench and pulsate against your cock, balancing itself between sloppy when you bounce in and tight when you bounce out, hot also affecting you, making you pant, letting you inhale the scent of his neck, feeling the pulse in it and the short breaths, you take a bite that makes Karaku whine in your ear. His body is hot against yours, you start to grope the muscles and flesh as some spasms appear. The curtains are close, but you can still feel that the sun is about to rise after several loads of cum filles both of your torsos and the slayer's insides. He can only shed tears from his eyes, sticking his tongue out as his mouth flooded with saliva, falling from the organ to your shoulders. You can basically feel that karaku is starting to have his orgasms dry as he arches his back violently, almost falling to the floor if you were not the one holding him, but nothing came out his dick. "ST-STA-ARGH! Y-Y/N!" You also cum one last time.
After that it takes some moments to Karaku to calm down, still sentistive and looking tired he stands up, his legs still trembling as he uses some priece of cloth to wipe your seed out of his ass, not red and spasmong, making Karaku tremble everytime he touches it. He sobs a little before talking with a dry throat. "I think I need you to remind me the intel before I go home...." Just. The. Intel.
Urogi:
Urogi never smells fresh, he always of like earth, plants and sweat, at least he always smells like that by the time you find each other. It's ok for you, you like that scent, it remids you to the wildness. Sometimes you think Urogi's smell should let you confuse him for a demon, the adrenaline and lack of human products should have that effect, if it was not because his own smell screams "tasty". It's a human scent, the one of prey, except this one is more powerful. "Such a good boy~ you are being so good right now. Let me reward you." He giggles under the positive attention as he feels your teeth in your neck, he really just needs to feel cherished. To do something that will bring him joy, a sense of freedom. "Please..." He asks softly, nicely, and you give in.
You make sure to carress his back softly, since it seems to be a sensitive spot for him, liking the touch, the sentation ofbeing hold, leaning towards your hands. You make sure that he is ready, but you will have to be gentle, considering you only used your salive as you fingered him, but it seemed Urogi prefered it this way. He also started to lick and nibble you as he wrapped his arms, cratching your back. He seems to be enjoying it, as animalistic as it turns. The same way you have to hold yourself back in order to not hurt him, he also seems to be constantly reminding himself of how dangerous can be that he takes a bite of your flesh and blood, what he will become. "I'll put it in now." You say as you hold each other, whispering against his skin. As you rub yourself into him before you line up, Urogi scratching your back the second he feels the tip of your cock intruding his hole. "Yes... ohh fuck yeah!"
"ARGH!" You find yourself surpirsed when he actually manages to tear some of your back with his nails, making the other giggle. You can't tell what of all of it was, but you both just kept feeling this should be more wild, more fierce. You start biting his shoulder as you stop concentrating, trusting your instincts, feeling a bit more free you get to enjoy the tight heat around your cock as you move in and out, stimulating the inner walls and your own erection in search for release. As Urogi starts being louder, you can only keep bouncing your hips in order to keep pleasuring yourself, serching an orgasm.
"AHHGH! FU-FU-URGH! AY! Y-Y-Y-AH!" Urogi can't speak at this point, just react at the stimulation his body is suffering, who knoes how long you both have been like this? He can feel your erection hitting sensitive spots, he can't help but arch his back while he cums. Saliva acumulates in his mouth, he feels that if he closes it he will bite his own tongue, tongue that somehow feels axphyxiated inside the cavity. He doesn't know when it started, but on onw point, after you also started cumming, it felt as if your seed did all the journey up to his throat an nose, adding to a sensation of having a hard time breathing. This might be also be because of his body temperature rising, making his skin red and his pulse sppeding up with your thrusts. He starts to become tired as his sight gets blurry, shapes turning into colors, and colors turning into black.
You are still fucking him when he wakes up, being the first noise he barely recognizes a whine from his drooling mouthm he feels his eyes sore and his cheeks wet, and he can feel knots in his nose. He can't grab into you anymore, his limbs are yet to react, he feels full. He swears that is he gets to look at his belly he will find a bulge, it feels as if you came at least 100 times (he can't even know if that is an exageration or not, but let him express himself as he wants to). You cum one more time and he swears he will start throwing up your seed, thankfully the pucking part doesn't happen as you finish to savour that sloppy wet hole, rocking your hips to make sure your escencd gets as deep as it can as some slips through the thrusts, making Urogi scream again and arch his back as he also gets a last orgasm from a sensitive and sore cock. (Oddly enough, Urogi only wants to cuddle and sleep again after that, but you don't question him.)
Aizetsu:
Aizetsu has always been lazy when it comes to relationships, even when relating to his own brothers. He likes to put the least effort possible, he is not energetic or extroverted enough to do it any other way. You seem to understand it, as you never seem disappointed with the fact that you are the one that has to reach out all the time. Right now you are fingering as he trembles, ears and shoulders blushing more than his face, as two lubes digits push agaibst his inner walls, streatching and spreading Aizetsu out. He whimpers and moans slightly, sometimes he even whibes a littles, voice already sounding broken. "Can.... mngh... you ad ano-no-nother finge-eergh.... plea-pleashe...." He looks at you with teary eyes and you swear he is perfect as you get hard.
But you've got to admit, it's hard keeping check of your strenght. You can tell the way Aizetsu wants to be treated is gentle and tender, some words tha hardly relate to demons, you are capable of it, but not used to. You use four fingers to stimulate and strectch his insides, but you can feel your own cock growing harder to the point it's painful, or at least uncomfortable, but Aizetsu takes his time enjoying your fingers press against his walls, not feeling preassured to speed or rough things up. You focus on his reactions, in his eyes tearing up with him wiping them off his face, making a sad expression at the same time he moves his hips against your hand everytime you push your finger a bit deeper, arching his back a littles everytime you brush a puddle of nerves. "Y/N! Ahhh! Y/N!" You didn't know what to expect when he ends cumming on your face, as you were closer to his entrance to see the hole clench around you.
You start wiping the cum and licking it from your hand, the salty and a bit acid taste is exciting, amking your red and hard cock twitch as you see Aizetsu holding his legs open while he looks at you, blushing. "Ple-pleashe more...." And you give him more, you take your fingers off, basically in a hurry and turn Aizetsu around to get a better view of his ass clenching on nothing as you spread his cheeks, the pink rim twinking at you. At this point you can't wait as you push your erection inside, feeling wet and hot walls of soft flesh let your cock in smoothly, without any effort, until you balls hit Aizetsu's, making him whimper. You start kissing his shoulder as he keeps whining and whimpering, then to start bouncing in and out. The walls tight up everytime you hit a sensitive part, making it feel as if the hole was sucking you in with how easy it was to slide in but how odd it felt to pull back.
Aizetsu's cries didn't make themselves wait, him trembling with hot blushed ears, face and upper back made it hard to hold back to bite the visible parts as they became sweaty. He is fine when he has alrady had three orgasms and you are in your second, but the second you turn him around again to get your dick back inside as seed is slipping out, he realizes you are not going to stop any time soon. Instead of fighting it, he decides to just let you, feeling the sorenes in his limbs, he just keep making sounds as tears stop falling from his eyes with a thirsty throat, only being able to whimper everytime you hit specific sensitive spots. "ARGH!.... ahh-AH! mmmmMNGH!" It takes a while, heat making it hard to breath and sweat making him tremble more violently, besides arching his back and spasming every orgasm, he only takes a breath the second you stop.
"That.... was good.... Can you.... get me water?" Is all he says once he can speak again, seems he liked it.
Akaza:
You are his first, no matter in what sense you explain it, you are the first person, if he wants to count you that way, that Akaza has slept with. Hakuji used to have a fiance, but he would never have dishonored her by touching her before their wedding, they both have wanted their first time to be special, but none of them got to the altar. He doesn't want to think about the past right now, about all of those "if only", but... Akaza also wants his first to be special, to be right. He himself doesn't know if he trusts you to make it happen that way or if he simply doesn't care anymore, but here you are. "Don't be scared. I'll be gently at first." You told him as Akaza trembles and shys away under your touch, under you.
It's nice, the sensation of being loved, cherished... wanted. It doesn't feel him completely, Akaza has always needed to be... needed, but you craving for him does a lot. "Mngh~" He moans when you bite, liking the sting as you suck his blood, you raise his knee to the side of you face and start kissing the inner thigh. You make sure to softly prepare him, salivating as you can smell him, the masculine flesh and juicy blood, young and strong. It wakes up every instict, making you tremble for anticipation. You use your tongue, tasting the salty liquids the heat produces in his legs and scrotch. "Y/N..." He basically sighs your name as you carefully "oil him up" using the natural fluids of both of your bodies. It will make it hurt a bit, but Akaza is all for it.
"Argh!" When you first slide in, it irritates a little, when you start moving, it sores, then in pleasures. Meanwhile, you can only feel the clenching hot inner walls tight up around your lenght. When you look back to him in detail you can see that Akaza looks up, mouth in a O shape with his pupils dilatated with red all over the face and neck, he trembles a little every time you brush besides his sweet spot, moaning softly and shyly as he calls your name. You speed up until he cums, you take a taste as he takes a breath. The taste is addicting, just as his blood, you can feel your cock twitch inside him as you move him. You take it put for a second, hole twinking and you erection pulsing as it rises up with a red tip, almost painful. There is a whine when you turn Akaza for his spotless back (in terms of bites, it's has tattoos like the front) as you grab him be the back of his knees, raising them over his shoulders. "I can't hold back anymore...."
He is basically bent in half as you lower hin for you to thrust back home, Akaza whimpers at the act and arches his neck back, curling the fingers in his feet. You wait a while as you start going again, biting the back of his neck and shoulders, sucking and inhaling everything of him you can. The scent, the heat, the taste, everything just makes you need him more, and more and more. You cum once... but you are not satisfied at all, you are still painfully hard, the now soft and wet flesh being a relief as Akaza drools with his head looking uo, leaning in you. There are sobs and moans mixed up when you start bouncing him up and down again. "Y-Y-Argh~ URGH~ OoOHH!" It feels good... too much. His body is trembling and he feels his limbs becoming sore. The nerves hit just right, and then thw tip od you cock starts to repeatively hit his prostrate. "AH! UHH~ ARGHAH~MNAGH!" He cums again, and again, and again... you also keep cuming, it gets to the point Akaza is so full he can't tell when you are cumming or not. He starts panting loud, very loud as he tries to breath, overwhealmed by the temperature and preassure in his guts, it's too much.
Tears falls from his eyes as he can't cobtrol the sounds of his mouth anymore, being louder than the wet slap of your crotch with his ass, and the drips of trails of cum falling down as you rise his body up, sliding through the base of your erection and balls until they hit the floor or continue the jojrney theough your leg. "You are so pretty, I still can't believe I'm the first. Many would envy me." You growl, but Akaza can only hear his own heartbeat and breathing, everything else is unclear, so no matter how many praises you whisper into his marked ear, he can't answer. And you just keep going, he is so tired while you just need more, you are almost there, almost satisfied, just once more, you tell yourrself everytime. You just need hin to keep taking another load and you will let him go, just another one. The bounces already felt par of Akaza, to the point he geta dizzy and disoriented when they stop as you came one last time, he is barely in his senses, unable to move besides the trembles and spasms in his nerves. Once your cock is out, your seed starts to make a trail conecting your bodies as Akaza clenches hard, unused to the emptiness, not letting it all fall from once. "Darling?"
Akaza growls and groans weakly, suddenly feeling cold, too cold, and tense. He trembles as his body is sore and can't find himself moving, even when you lie him over you. He can't even close his eyes. "Hey! What's wrong?" You ask as he passes out... you definetely did something, because the moment he wakes up he can't even sit. "Fuck you, don't touch me!" He says when you try to help. Maybe you should bave controled yourself a little more.
Douma:
Douma is sure he never loved anyone the same way he loved her, the only one which he could count for attention that didn't hurt or feel off, as if there was a sense of danger to everyone he was supposed to meet. Douma was raised to serve and being observed, her eyes were the brightest, pure, completely opposite to yours. "You are so pretty, almost like a doll." What a fitting description, with only a small blush in the cheeks and ears, mostly due to the cold of outside mixed with the faster circulation, his pale skin, and empty bur colorful eyes, he could easily pretend to be a doll if he doesn't move, talk and uses a Total Concentration technique to atoo his heart and lungs from working. This is so familiar he can't help but lean into you. "Do you like it?" He does, his heart is beating so fast it's impossible to not like it.
It's the same way he love killing demons, but letting into your hands (the oneas of a demon for an irony), it's a lot more simple, he can give himself a moment to be lazy but at the same time feeling something. "I do, so I want more. You will be giving it to me, won't you?" You are nothing but something familiar, you are the eyes from his childhood, the simplicity of her and the doom of his life. He would let you do almost anything to his body, including killing him if it were not for the fact he simple doesn't want to die. He can't tell if he is supposed to, his instinct are the ones that force his body into making the effort of surviving, so he just goes along with it. But he likes risky things, harmful things, new things. He likes whatever can make his body react, this included. Because of that he makes sure you ruse preparing him.
"Darling, I'm waiting~. I want to feel you inside, I'm watching you down there, I am sure you want to feel me too." He can tell from your clear erection, while Douma has little experience with nudity besides his own, it would not have been appropriate, he knows male anatomy and biology, at least the basic. Come to think about it, as you slide in a bit roughly, a bit uncormfortable because of the rushed prepararion, when Douma has to wince because of those sensations, he realizes nothing of this is appropriate. He should not be offering himself to a demon, he should be all up and mighty, like a deity, killing you and answering his followers' pleads. What would they, his followers, masters and parents think if they could see him? What horrors would they experiment upon watching their only link to god bieng dominated by a demon?Corrupted and turned into a sin... the thought makes his pulse speed up and his dick twitch.
This is why he doesn't ask or tell you to stop, even when he recognizes he logically should, since you will not be stopping yourself. He has to wonder what are you feeling with those lost eyes, focused in specific things, too specific, like his face or other parts of his body to the point you don't seem able to read anything else. Then the overstimulation, after more than hours of cumming and recieving your cock and seed make him wonder. Does your vision also blurs from the sensatiosn? Do you also have a hard time swallow and breathing? Do the constant bouncing make you feel tipsy? Do the heat of the contact and cold from the sweat make you tremble and feel heavier? Are your limbs also becoming sore? It gets to the point he can't move anymore withput having to gasp for air and arch his back with everything going on at the same time. And you are not stopping. "HAH! AHH-hah! MNGH!" And he doesn't want you to stop until you are satiated, because someone stopping for his sake is unfamiliar, and he doesn't want to deal with whatever that means to him right now.
He is tight, clenching hard against your cock. You can only focus on how pretty the blushed skin looks against the silver hair and rainbow eyes. Also, you can't begin to describe that smell of power, of coldness, that runs into Douma's blood. You can't stop, you are addicted to it, and you are not satiated yet, even as you have to move him as if Douma was actually a doll, you don't stop stimulating your dick with the inner walls. Until you can't give nor take more, only then you stop, the moment you take your cock out having your seed slide out. "Did you like it?" You ask, in which, after a pause, without even thinking about it, just wanting to catch some breath, Douma nods. "Le-let's.. do it.... again some time~." Nobody is taking this from him, not again.
Kokushibou:
While Kokushibou does have some... memories... but in this life he has never... he is not... he never thought.... he is still a virgin, ok? You know that, it was as clear as the full moon, and so you promised to be careful, and to lead because he didn't want to do it. He is somehow weird, too prideful and yet scared of his own pride, fearing someone might get hurt because of his actions but also not knowing how else to behave without exposing vulnerability. Right now he considers he is being vulnerable with you, somehow trusting that it won't hurt him. Kokushibou lies on his back, not making eye contact, only grabbing your arms for a sense of stability. "Can... can we take it slower?" He trembles, somehow looking a bit intimidated, so you suck hear earlobe gently as you carress his face.
You take it as gently and slowly as you can, keeping the instict to take a bite, to sratch, to savour that flesh in a sense of... victory? You don't completely understand from where that sensation could come from. From the chase to get him to open up? From the power that would mean to hold over the strongest Hashira? You have no idea, and honestly, maybe it's better that way, to just focus in what you have in front. You think Kokushibou is adorable, lovely and beautiful, but you know he has a hard time seeing even those terms related to himself. Also, reading him is not as easy as you think it should be, you most of the time can get what he needs, but there are parts that are confusing. Right now you don't even know if he actually wants intimidacy or just to forget about something, if he wants the experience or the pleasure.
He enjoys the silence as you keep kissing his body, making sure he can relax, enjoy himself, even if he look nervious or scared (again, the sense of victory), you make sure to suck him up a little and use proper lube to stretch him up, use your fingers inside the cavity, feeling the body going from tensing to relaxing and backforward. "Don't think it too much." You whisper in his ear as you make your final movements with your digits against the now wet walls, making sure they will not tear. Still, you lube your cock a bit after taking the three digits out softly, now hard, the cold of the wetness making you almost spasm a little before you line up the tip to the entrance.
"Fuck! You are so tight!" You exclaim as Kokushibou blushes harder and covers his face with one one over his mouth and noise, eyes open big as he refuses to make any embarrasing noise at all. At that you took it as a challenge to make him moan, groan, growl, or whatever, but for him to make a sound. He didn't make anything until he came, it was a small grunt, but you were not satisfied with that, and also you didn't reach your own orgasm, so you kept going. "C'mon love urgh~, beauty, make some noise for me." You are both stubborn, even after you came once he didn't make any noise, with tears forming in his eyes and knots in his nose, he even bit back the sobs. It was becoming too much. It was not until his fourth orgasm, in which was uncomfortable and painful because of hoe sensitive his dick was, that Kokushibou whimpered.
"MAGH! mnngh...." That sound was addictive, you needed to hear more as your cock twitched inside Kokushibou, making you speed up the thrusts. Some minutes later, he could only whimper more as his limbs felt heavy and his back and ass felt sore, wet sounds and movements making him feel dizzy, and the saliva that accumulated in his mouth started drooling. Kokushibous could not feel more embarrased by this outcome, but he had to recognize he was to stubborn to stop it in time. his vision becomes blurred over time and he feels tired, he arches his back in spasms every once in a while but besides that he only has blank eyes as his body, too overwhealmed, tries to ignore the constant stimulation. By the time you finish with him, he is as good as unconcious. "mngh....."
(Are you really surprised he started to evade you again? He spent 2 months after this running away from you, not even looking at your way, only blushing inmediately at your sight. What sense of victory, this is now a feeling of loss.)
#demon slayer#kny#upper moons#kny x reader#top reader#bottom gyutaro#bottom kokushibou#bottom akaza#bottom douma#bottom hantengu#bottom sekido#bottom karaku#bottom aizetsu#bottom urogi#bottom gyokko
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Why is the prestige of an educational institution seemingly so important specifically in the US (i am not from there but why is the ivy league etc regarded as so much better than other unis if what is being taught is the same specifically in the humanities where you do not need expensive equipment)? Except maybe that if there is higher selectivity then the profile of the students will be of ones that are more ambitious / with better grades so overall the level would be higher and the teaching/learning experience would be more intense? sorry for this dumb question, i went to uni in the uk (i am from eu) and their class system and this whole way of thinking astonished me, a lot of arrogance+ignorance+immaturity imo combined, so i am trying to draw parallels about the anglo world i guess
briefly put, universities are now jobs training centers (in a way they've always been so, but not explicitly like this) and the ivies are an employment network like no other. employers will look at your application more favorably if you have an ivy+ on your resume, and you can attend events and/or socialize to get your resume on an employer's desk to begin with; they will disregard your resume if you're from a bad public school. ivies weren't seen as academically rigorous until fairly recently in the context of their long history (berkeley, CA is a presigious "public ivy" city college and hunter college, CUNY, used to be seen as prestigious "public ivies" until funding got choked off), but they were always playgrounds for old money. there's an undeniably higher selectivity for quality, but a lot of those students are the fig leaf the universities use to cover something called legacy admissions, which is when your admissions chances to a school get significantly boosted by having one or both parents as that school's alumni. legacy admissions are at play at all the ivies and nearly all universities in the country, but notably not at MIT. the other reasons why prestige gets so played up, or why the ivies dominate attention, is because almost the entire elite attended ivy+ colleges. in a sense, it's both a self-referential circle and a personal affair on the pages of our dailies and everywhere else (like oxbridge and eton in the uk) etc. this is combined with the general anti-intellectual trend in america, exemplified by significant quantities of stupid people who, for instance, imagine every college student attends CRT 101: from maoism to the sea classes at the ivies (in reality, the vast majority of americans attend publics, and the ivies are quite conservative)
#in a word: it's a major opportunity but not a guarantee to climb up the social ladder#i wish i could answer your question more in-depth about the contrast of public/private/ivy but i have too many followers#joe biden is a true man of the people by the way - he did poorly in a mediocre school#i think you've got to go back a long time to find a president who didn't attend an ivy+#if followers want to comment on your experiences in the notes go for it
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30 / 05 / 2024
In the BNWO white men will be trained to be obedient dogs for Black executives.
In the near future, former whites ceo and executives men will work as low employees like janitors or slaves for Blacks employees.
It's time to give Black men the power they deserve to have. ✊🏾
whites bois must kneels!
Only Black men (and women) should rules companies. No more white bosses ever.
Shoe lickers is one of the rare jobs allowed for white men in companies.
Or shining their shoes.
If they want to stay at companies, white men will have to behave like dogs to entertain Black men as their jesters.
white men can stay working with Black men if they accept that they are their dogs
Black executives should all have at least one white sex slave for stress relief.
If someone wants me to write a story inspired by this art made by @whitewormhonkyhoedown, tell me your ideas by messages or in comments.
I already began describing white submission and Black domination in companies in my story about Idris Elba as James Bond, so it would be a more detailed story.
And it's more detailed in this story where Teddy Riner, French Black judo champion, become the boss of FORD company
And here Black bosses uses humans toilets
@bnwoplan @blacksuperiororer @wileyct @whiteboistoblackcock @whiteboicuckie @snowbunnysfantasies @loveyourman @fill-her-with-bbc @bbcaddiction2 @blacksuperiororer
#BNWO#bnwo propaganda#bnwo humiliation#bnwo/bbc#Bbc#Black boss#Patron noir#James Bond#Idris Elba#Executives#Sycophant#Flatteur#Brown noser#Lèche cul#Nouvel Ordre Mondial Noir#Boss#Patron#Executive#Employee#Personnal assistant#Assistant personnel#Post personnel#Personal post#Teddy Riner
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Genetic engineering: CRISPR and beyond
In genetic engineering, we find ourselves amidst a scientific revolution with the advent of revolutionary technologies like CRISPR-Cas9. However, our journey into the intricate landscape of genetic manipulation is far from complete. This post delves into the nuanced world of genetic engineering, exploring cutting-edge technologies and their remarkable potential in shaping the future of medicine and biotechnology.
CRISPR-Cas9: Precision at the Molecular Level
CRISPR-Cas9, a revolutionary genome editing tool, stands for Clustered Regularly Interspaced Short Palindromic Repeats and CRISPR-associated protein 9. It utilizes a guide RNA (gRNA) to target specific DNA sequences, and the Cas9 protein acts as molecular scissors to cut the DNA at precisely defined locations. This break in the DNA prompts the cell's natural repair machinery to make changes, either through non-homologous end joining (NHEJ) or homology-directed repair (HDR). CRISPR-Cas9's precision allows for gene knockout, modification, or insertion with remarkable accuracy.
Beyond CRISPR: Emerging Technologies
While CRISPR-Cas9 has dominated the field of genetic engineering, numerous promising technologies have emerged on the horizon. These include CRISPR-Cas variants like CRISPR-Cas12 and CRISPR-Cas13, which offer unique advantages such as smaller size, increased specificity, and targeting of RNA. Additionally, base editing techniques, such as adenine base editors (ABEs) and cytosine base editors (CBEs), enable the direct conversion of one DNA base into another without causing double-strand breaks, expanding the range of genetic modifications possible.
Applications in Medicine
The implications of these advancements are profound, particularly in medicine. Genetic engineering can potentially treat various genetic disorders, from cystic fibrosis to sickle cell anemia, by correcting disease-causing mutations at their source. Precision medicine, tailored to an individual's genetic makeup, is becoming increasingly feasible, allowing for personalized therapies with minimal side effects.
Ethical Considerations and Regulation
As we venture further into the genetic frontier, we must acknowledge the ethical considerations surrounding genetic engineering. The ability to modify the human germline, with implications for future generations, raises ethical dilemmas that necessitate rigorous oversight and regulation. The international community is developing guidelines to ensure responsible use of these powerful tools.
Future Directions and Challenges
While genetic engineering offers immense promise, it is not without its challenges. Off-target effects, unintended consequences, and the potential for creating designer babies are among the issues that demand careful consideration. Researchers and ethicists must work in tandem to navigate this uncharted territory.
References
Doudna, J. A., & Charpentier, E. (2014). The new frontier of genome engineering with CRISPR-Cas9. Science, 346(6213), 1258096.
Anzalone, A. V., Randolph, P. B., Davis, J. R., Sousa, A. A., Koblan, L. W., Levy, J. M., … & Liu, D. R. (2019). Search-and-replace genome editing without double-strand breaks or donor DNA. Nature, 576(7785), 149-157.
Kime, E. (2021). CRISPR and the ethics of gene editing. Nature Reviews Genetics, 22(1), 3-4.
This post only scratches the surface of the profound transformations occurring in genetic engineering. The relentless pursuit of knowledge and ethical exploration will shape the future of this field as we continue to unlock the intricate secrets of our genetic code.
#science#biology#college#education#school#student#medicine#doctors#health#healthcare#genetics#genetic engineering#crispr#ethical genetics
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Jess Piper at The View from Rural Missouri by Jess Piper:
“You don’t like it? Move.”
This sort of advice is often given to me in online spaces when I say something truthful about Missouri that irritates folks on the right. When I talk about abortion bans, I should move to California. When I talk about funding schools, I should move to New York. When I speak out against harmful policies, I’m just an out of place, out of touch, liberal.
I’ve been told to move to California or New York many times, and while I have visited both states, and appreciate the CA beaches and the NY atmosphere, I wouldn’t move to either state for two very important reasons: 1) This is where my children and grandchildren live. 2) This is my state too.
Here’s something that may interest you; I hear the same rhetoric, although presented in a much more caring way, from progressives in states with better representation. My blue state friends have given me the “just move” advice on several occasions. They fear that I am in danger or that specific policies will hurt my family.
They are justified in thinking I should move, but what they don’t realize is that moving will eventually harm them. If all of the like-minded congregate in progressive states, we will all eventually be overwhelmed by the regressive states.
If we don’t contest and protest in every GOP-dominated state, the bad policies will leach into all the states.
I will preface this essay by saying that I understand that not all folks have the privilege I have to stay and fight. Those with trans children, those impacted by our state healthcare failings and childcare issues, those dealing with things I can’t even begin to understand have every reason to flee states like Missouri. I make absolutely no judgment on those who choose to leave. I am in solidarity with them.
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Progressives fighting back in regressive states are fighting for all of us. They represent the tipping point for the nation. They contest seats, they protest human rights violations, and they show up to keep the red from leaching into the blue.
The real fight for democracy is at the state level. Activists in GOP-dominated states can’t just move…there is nowhere to go.
If we can’t stop the slow churn toward fascism in our states, there is little hope we can stop it nationwide. So, we stay. We stand up and talk back. We link arms and fight the local corrupt policies to stop national corrupt policies.
Just move? No. I can’t. I won’t.
This is my state too.
Jess Piper nails it on the dismissive "You don’t like it? Move" retort used to silence critics of bad polices of a particular state (in Piper's case, Missouri).
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Dynamite Comics, Disney Comics and Greg Weisman Set GARGOYLES QUEST Slated For January 2024
Start to celebrate Disney Television Animation's 40th Anniversary with the Manhattan Clan as Disney Comics, Dynamite Entertainment and Gargoyles creator Greg Weisman will celebrate the 30th anniversary of the original animated series with new stories...and spinoffs.
The first one will play off the events of Gargoyles #7, which reintroduced Demona and revealed the backstory that served as the driving force for the recent Gargoyles: Dark Ages miniseries. Now, she finds herself with a new mission: if she's able to take possession of the fabled "New Keys to Power," a set of ancient, magical artifacts, she will be granted with unimaginable and horrific powers.
"We all know Demona has it out for the human race, so the big question isn't, 'Why does she want the Three New Keys to Power?' but 'How is she going to use them to destroy her perceived enemies, i.e., humanity?'" Weisman said in a statement.
GARGOYLES QUEST #1
(W) Greg Weisman (A) Pasquale Qualano (CA) Clayton Crain
Acclaimed author and Gargoyles creator GREG WEISMAN is joined by artist PASQUALE QUALANO for an all-new chapter in the ongoing Gargoyles saga – and the stakes have never been higher for the Manhattan Clan!
Thwarted in her earlier attempt to gain control of the ancient magical artifacts known as the Original Keys to Power, the evil DEMONA has set her sights on three New Keys that will give her the ability to make any human in her vicinity into her willing puppet. All that stands between Demona and world domination are Goliath and the Manhattan Clan. But despite their best efforts, Demona always seems to be a step ahead, gathering one Key after another. And once she has them all, the entire human race had better beware!
In Shops: Jan 10, 2024
Gargoyles Quest is one of the few surprises to celebrate the series 30th anniversary alongside Disney Television Animation's 40th anniversary on 2024.
#Gargoyles#Gargoyles Quest#Greg Weisman#Pasquale Qualano#Dynamite Comics#Disney Comics#The Disney Afternoon#Disney Afternoon
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“Talking the talk,” is a bonding/masking tool in hostile environments.
#dean stuff#cas stuff#dean + performance#i hate to tell you but douchey locker room talk and mad men masking is real????#even cas does this when he compliments ishim and mirabel#or their continued perfectionistic dominance over their human vessels#it’s uncomfortable and often ethically unsound#even cowardly#but is IS a social phenomenon#especially for exhibiting a performance of hierarchy#or for flying under the radar#sometimes it even creeps into actions but it's not necessarily a reflection of what the person believes or even will continue believing#ugh anyway taking things at face value is a reading comprehension challenge
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Serving her
Alpha!Cas x omega!reader
Warnings: AOB, light swearing, light gore, first time, smut, claiming, dominant cas, Cas has experience and is a fast learner, mates
When Cas first popped in you jumped out your skin while the boys seemed unfazed.
“Apologies” he said in a monotone voice and you just nodded staring at him confused as he spoke to Sam and Dean. You kept staring at him, feeling something stir inside you but you’re unsure what, you couldn’t smell him like you could Sam and Dean who were plainly alphas. You got a raised eyebrow from Sam who seemed to be trying to catch your attention but you were just baffled.
“What is he?” You blurted and they all looked to you.
“He is an angel” Sam said smirking slightly at you.
“Angel” you muttered nodding.
“Awesome” you said sarcastically.
“You don’t believe him?” The angel asked.
“Where’s your wings?” You asked arms crossed.
“You can’t see them” he stated.
“Halo?” You said mostly for laughs and he frowned.
“I don’t have a halo, no angels do actually” he said seriously.
“Oh” you mumbled.
“What’s your name?” You asked.
“Castiel” he answered and you nodded.
“So you weren’t nuts” you muttered looking to Dean.
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” He asked frowning.
“Nothing” you said quickly busying yourself with packing again.
“Continue your man talk” you said and they gave you odd looks before continuing.
“You don’t smell” you blurted before you could think and the angel turned back to you while you froze and flushed.
“I’m sorry” you mumbled and Sam snickered.
“Jesus” Dean rolled his eyes.
“I do have a scent, I just hide it as it is overwhelming to humans” he explained and you nodded.
“Sorry” you repeated shoving your clothes in your bag.
“I have to ask why is there an omega with you? Is she Deans?” Castiel asked and you wished the earth would swallow you up.
“Is she mine?” Dean said wanting to laugh and you glared and you went to yell at the angel.
“She beat my ass for touching her towel” he explained laughing and interrupting.
“You were gonna use it!” You snapped.
“No shes not Deans and her name is Y/n” Sam said.
“I know” Castiel said.
“Of course you do” Dean mumbled.
“Why is she here?” The angel pressed.
“She saved our asses more than once” Dean said and you smiled slightly.
“So?” The angel said and you glared.
“Dick” you mumbled.
“So, we owe her our lives” Sam sighed crossing his arms.
“Ok” Castiel finished and you frowned at his bluntness and lack of emotions.
After that meeting he kept popping in or turning up suddenly scaring the hell out of all of you most of the time. He just popped up randomly in the car or on a job, it wasn’t healthy for your heart, you were too young for a heart attack. Over time though you kinda got used to it, not the popping up randomly, but him being there. You were by yourself this time searching the house for clues while Dean and Sam acted as Feds. You were scared to act as a fed and always blew it.
“Have you found anything?” You almost screamed and shot as you turned to Cas. You glared lowering your gun and huffing.
“A text, a phone call, a letter, anything! So I don’t die of a heart attack!” You yelled and he just stared normally, no emotion.
“No I haven’t found anything” you sighed.
“Could just be an angry alpha” you sighed.
“Angry alpha?” Cas said frowning.
“You know, big bad wolf, I’m possessive and insecure so I’ll yell at the lower rank for kicks” you mocked sticking your chest out and flexing your arms. Cas just frowned and you rolled your eyes ready to give up on the angel.
“You know, you’re mean” you froze and turned at the voice in the hallway. A man stood outside the door, tattoos down his arms and face.
“Djin” you muttered worried.
“I don’t like your tone either” his eyes darkened and his voice washed over you uncomfortable. Your hands shook and you cowered, gulping.
“Answer me when spoken too!” He roared and you collapsed. Your whole body shook and you covered against the cupboard. You covered your face as the Djin screamed and disappeared, Cas standing behind him now. You shook uncontrollably and cursed silently. Cas spoke to you but you couldn’t hear him as he walked forward.
A scent filled your nose though and you frowned thinking maybe the boys turned up. You frowned staring at Cas who knelt by you before nodding his head once. You stared at him warmth filling you as your shakes left. He smelt…. heavenly, ironic. You wondered if all angels smelt like this, like, home. His hand was on your shoulder and knee that you had by your chest. An alpha using his voice was bad enough, a Djin using it, well that was worse.
You heard footsteps and saw Dean and Sam outside the door.
“You weren’t answering-“ Dean stopped mid sentence.
“What happened?” Dean asked coming in with Sam behind him.
“Geez” Dean held his arm over his nose.
“I had no choice” Cas said as you processed. He smelt really good, you didn’t focus on Sam and Deans scent at all, just his.
“You stink dude” Dean complained.
“You alright?” Sam asked as you looked to him.
“A Djin used his alpha voice on her, she was shaken up, I have disposed of the creature” Cas said. Dean frowned and you felt small and useless. This has only happened a few times, but it was either of the boys who calmed you down after the hunt, blankets, a jacket maybe. You all headed to another motel and you rented your own room, ready to curl up in a nest on the bed. Sam was quick to leave you his jacket while Dean was talking to Bobby about something.
“Call if you need anything” Sam smiled softly and you nodded going in your room and locking the door. You sighed shrugging on Sam’s jacket and sighing at the comforting scent of family. You raised the cupboard of extra blankets and pillows and made the bed into a nest. You wrapped yourself in blankets and turned on the TV. you sank into the sheets trying to shake the feeling that the Djin would pop up and do something. You shivered and shook your head focusing on the TV instead.
You awoke to movement in your room and grabbed your gun, aiming at whoever it was.
“Cas?” You said tiredly and he turned around.
“You’re awake” he stated and you rolled your eyes placing your gun down.
“Why’re you in my room?” You asked sighing. You frowned though, the same scent from before coming from him, he smelt really good, your whole body relaxing and calling him almost.
“I brought you supplies” he said pointing to two bags on the counter.
“Food?” You asked and he nodded.
“Your heat is approaching also” he said and you froze, body going hot.
“What?” You muttered getting up and checking your phone. You’d taken your suppressants you shouldn’t be going into heat.
“That’s impossible!” You said as Cas finished unpacking and turned around. He stilled looking you up and down and you frowned. You looked down and flushed, you only had underwear and a T-shirt on along with Sam’s jacket. You froze when he growled and walked forward.
“Take that off” he said voice low and commanding, but not using his alpha tone. You frowned before you realised. You shrugged off Sam’s jacket and Cas glared at it as you chucked it on a seat.
“It’s a comfort thing from family” you mumbled feeling like you had to explain yourself.
“You won’t need it” Cas said simply going back to putting items in the fridge.
“Huh?” You said confused by his behaviour.
“Cas?” You added when he didn’t answer. He sighed stilling his movements.
“Cas, what’s going on you’re scaring me” you crossed your arms, fidgeting lightly on the spot.
“Can you not sense it?” He asked seriously and you frowned.
“Sense what?” You asked.
“I can smell you if that’s what you mean, I don’t-?” You stuttered confused. He walked forward into your personal space and stared. You felt little under his gaze and avoiding his eyes.
“Mate” he muttered and your body shuddered as you snapped your eyes to him.
Next chapter ->
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I think i started to follow you bc of tiny!cas, like eons ago, let me tell you seeing you get into different fandoms over the years has been a delight.
I remember seeing post of you going like 'hey these slasher film kinda go hard' and look at you know.
I mean this in the best way possible, I feel i've been watching a house plant grow, every now and then catching my attention and being amazed by the changes
omg thats such a sweet way of describing my... well happy autism awareness day everyone, its a nice way of describing the way i naturally transition through my Special Interests lmfao
actually, for the holiday, let me infodump about this very aspect of my brain to anyone who isnt aware how this works for me. (also every autistic person is different, so this is just how this symptom manifests in me)
ill say "phases" to simplify, though thats an unfair word because it implies im "over" my past phases. 99% of my past phases are pretty much there for life, but in the back of my mind. (So long as I didnt have a "bad breakup" with it for some reason, which is rare but happens) The ability to become a raving lunatic about it is dormant until someone asks the right question.
There can only be one interest (sometimes 2, with one being the less dominant one) at the forefront of my brain at a time, though. that defines the "phase".
so for example, my recent Halloween phase is "over" and I am 100% fully into Saw now, but I still absolutely love Halloween and Michael and Jason and all those guys. as evident by me still happily sharing gifsets and art and buying merch etc if it tickles my fancy. They're just hanging out in the background of my mental display case.
yea whoever follows my tumblr for a very long time has watched it happen in realtime. the transition between interests. i know for a fact which phase I started this blog on. if you're here from the beginning, youve seen, in order:
-Durarara!!
-Deus Ex
-Supernatural
-Godzilla
-Detroit: Become Human
-There was like a few weeks where it was HLVRAI
-And then it was plants. There was a year-long stretch with no Special Interest and I was latching onto odd things (and I was very inactive here)
-Halloween & Friday the 13th
-and now, Saw
I have many other things I love, but they don't clamp around my brain in quite the same extreme way.
my phases can last any amount of time, anywhere from a few short intense months to 5+ years, its completely random, completely unpredictable. even the interest itself is impossible to predict. its not something i choose, its something that happens to me.
sometimes i avoid watching things for a long time because im still very emotionally attached to my current phase and im genuinely afraid the shiny new thing will replace it. all art or fic ideas for the previous phase? theyll be abandoned. all I will want to create will be related to the new thing. (though I will sometimes draw it anyway, like digging up old toys to play with once in a while. The likelihood just drops considerably)
which is why right now i pretty much put a pause on the other franchises I plan on watching. I'm genuinely gripping onto Saw like someone is tryin to take it from me.
and then sometimes im like "haha yeah right. ill be fine. ill eat my shoe if my brain latches to this" and then put on the movie and by the credits roll im a new person (yes thats what happened with Saw. I really had no idea.)
this is also why im terrified of even just "checking out" things that have, like, a toxic fanbase or something, because i cant stop a new phase from happening if it does. and its really hard to keep it to myself, fuck
(do u know how mad i was when i realized i was attaching to hoffman the evil dirty cop??? i was so scared of drawing him, dudes. but thankfully everyones been cool abt it and we're all very aware of his awfulness & we have fun w it)
and every time my brain changes and i do get obsessed with some new thing, i get really scared and worried and hope I dont bother everyone who followed me for something else :(((( and yet, every time, im absolutely floored by how many people choose to tolerate my newest nonsense and stick around anyway
anyway ive lost the plot of what point i was making here OH YEAH thank you!
tl;dr: that would be the autism! thank you, it WILL happen again! that is a threat! 🥰
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Hozier – Hollywood Bowl – Los Angeles, CA – November 4, 2023
It’s impossible not to get enveloped in a dreamy, mesmerizing trance as soon as Irish singer-songwriter Hozier takes the stage to kick off the start of his set for the Unreal Unearth tour.
On this particular night, the air felt markedly different since it was the closing show for Hozier’s first full North American tour in years. Amidst a sold-out crowd of over 17,000 passionate fans, the audience went all out in their enthusiasm for the singer-songwriter, embracing him with rapturous applause and cheering throughout the night.
Much like the start of the album, the concert begins with the seamless two-part opener, “Del Selby (Part 1)” and “Del Selby (Part 2).” Hozier showered the crowd with his soulful vocals, surrounded by shimmering lights that circled around him in the background, while a sole spotlight illuminated him and his immense talent that has spanned over a decade in the public eye.
Many first became familiar with Hozier when his breakout hit single in 2013, “Take Me to Church,” shot to the top of the charts and dominated in an unprecedented streak. Spending 23 consecutive weeks at the top of the Hot Rock Songs charts, the single was tied for the longest running #1 in the chart’s history at the time.
Yet, the release of his latest album, Unreal Unearth, proves that while Hozier’s journey is continually a work in progress, he still has so much to give as an artist — and one with longevity. The album loosely draws on the epic of Dante’s Inferno to provide an inspired telling of going through grief, reckoning, love, and the human experience.
Hozier wasn’t shy to perform songs that spanned across his discography, much to the delight of his fans. Heads bobbed up and down to the catchy beat in “From Eden,” a sea of hands swayed in the air to the haunting folk melody in “Like Real People Do,” and continued on through the encore as he belted the gospel-influenced “Nina Cried Power.”
Effortlessly commanding the stage throughout the night, Hozier expressed his bittersweet gratitude that the North American tour was coming to an end and made sure to dedicate the last part of his concert to shouting out all the names of his diligent crew that helped make the tour happen.
If you were unable to catch Hozier on this run, you have another chance in the coming months. Due to overwhelming positive reception, the singer-songwriter recently announced that he is extending his Unreal Unearth North American tour from April through September 2024. With such a unique and show-stopping voice, Hozier is an artist you don’t want to miss out on seeing live.
Larisa Jiao
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