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angelkissiies · 1 year

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nectar of angels

abby anderson x reader

cw : modern!au , church girl!abby , church girl!reader , dom!abby , sub!reader , religious imagery , blasphemy , corruption kink , religious guilt , purity culture (mentioned) , god / power kink , oral ( r ! receiving ) , probably more ?? read at your own discretion !

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Her leg bounced restlessly, hymn book almost completely forgotten, as she stared at the cross decorating the altar. It was hot, the heat of the sun burning her skin as it filtered through the panes of colored mosaic, making her shift uncomfortably as she tried to keep her eyes off of you. Something about the sweat tempting her brow made her instinctively tense her fists, the rolling sensation taking her back to the feeling of your core pulsing around her fingers. She was too far gone, the words of her father passing through her, body occupied with an untameable craving.

“Abigail?” The man beside her whispered, a sharp edge in his voice as he craned his neck to speak to her– eyes still trained on the man pacing behind the altar.

She froze, hands coming to attention in her lap. “Yes, sir?” She murmured, slowly angling her face away from the floor to take him in. It was one of her father's friends, a man she saw around often. Moore, she thought his last name was– not that it mattered because the scorn set in his face was enough to make her wither away on the spot.

He tore his eyes from the preacher, steely gaze landing on the blonde. “You are being distracting, Abigail, you should know better.” He berated, the grip he had on his bible tensing, narrowing his eyes as he took her in. “What is wrong with you, girl?”

Abby straightened up in her seat, shaking her head as she tried to make herself smaller in his lingering gaze. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m just feeling rather plagued by the spirit today.” She hummed, clearing her throat slightly as she spoke. “God is speaking to me.” Her thoughts shot back to you. The tender flesh of your breasts in her hands, the cries for God you’d released into her mouth, the angelic halo of ecstasy on your face– it was hungry work to be as devout as she was. The only God she’d ever come to know sitting across the aisle, begging for her worship, it took everything in her to not give in.

“Is that so?”

She nodded quickly, taking a shallow breath, crossing her legs to dull the growing ache in her cunt. She knew how devious her thoughts were, she’d spent many restless nights begging for God to take them away, but she’d come to realize that this must have been God’s will. He wouldn’t give her something so beautiful and expect her not to satiate herself on the divinity. “Yes, sir.” Her voice cracked, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple.

The man gave her a curt nod, relaxing back into his seat, eyes glued back to the preacher. It was unlike anyone to really give her much trouble, seeing as she was usually the star of the sermon– with her girlish looks and obedient soul, it was hard not to like her. So most would brush off her odd behaviors lately as the musings of a young girl, even though she had grown well beyond that of a child, now sitting at 20 years of age. To them, she was being crafted into the perfect wife. To her, she was being unshackled from the chains– her mind woven into one amassed of ‘deviant’ love for a woman.

“That will be all for today.” Her father wrapped up his lecture, setting his bible down on the lectern with a loud thump. “My daughter, Abigail, will be staying to collect canned donations for the food bank– which is next week, in case anyone missed last week's flyers.” He smiled, moving a hand out to wave towards Abby– who looked lost for half a second before giving a small nod. “God bless you all.”

The church immediately lit up with light chatter, the shuffling of feet sending Abby out of her seat and towards the doors. There was nothing she wanted more than to be out of there, her feet moving on autopilot as she took the stairs two at a time– almost falling when she met the carpet at the bottom. She took a second to catch her breath, hand shaking as it gripped the railing, at this point she had evaded anyone who possibly would have stolen her attention– leaving her to fight the growing heat in her cunt alone.

“Shit.” She hissed, backing up to rest against the concrete wall of the stairwell. The cold seeped through the knit of her cardigan, erecting a small sigh fall from her lips. She was burning up, still, using the back of her hand to wipe away the beads of sweat collecting at the nape of her neck. You were like a fever, coursing through her body and setting off alarm bells, sweating her out of her faith.

The sound of the door swinging open made her jump, quickly smoothing down her hair to appear more put together as she feigned busy. Her legs carried her over to the table in the corner, picking up the clipboard to gaze at as the person made their way down the steps. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears as she flipped the pages gingerly, not taking anything in.

“Abby–,” You began, eyes cast on her turned figure, slowly stepping down off of the last stair.

She spun around, an incredulous look on her face, letting the board clatter down onto the table. The growing fever cast a desperate haze over her, making her legs tremble slightly, the things she’d do to have her hands on you were too blasphemous to even think. The sight of you was too much, making her look away in shame. “What are you doing here?” She asked, glancing towards the side door– just in case anyone was close enough to hear.

You let a small smile pull at your lips, hand still sitting on the railing, tilting your head at her avoidance. “I came to see you.” You stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, the golden cross necklace shifting further into the divide of your chest as you swung slightly on the metal pole. “I needed.. to ask you for something.”

The girl felt her heart drop into her stomach, urging her to look up at you. “W-what is it?” She spoke quietly, taking a small step away from the table as she allowed herself to really look at you. The soft pink and white of your floral skirt hid the curves of your hips, long white sleeves concealing your untroubled skin, cardigan protecting the virtues she longed for. You were so pure it hurt. She tried to get you out of her head but every glimpse of your body sent her over the edge, needing lessons in temptation from the devil himself before she’d ever be able to look at you without a burning lust.

“I was wondering if you’d mind helping me out.” You hummed, releasing the railing as you took a couple steps toward her. From this distance, she could now see the tabbed bible poking out from under your other arm– making her press her thighs together. “The feeling... it’s back again.” You felt oddly nervous, shifting on your feet as your panties clung uncomfortably to your drooling cunt, you knew she could help– seeing as she’d done it before, just a few nights ago. You didn’t understand the feeling that bubbled in your tummy, only knowing that it was caused by the glimpses you’d caught of the girl before you– the image of her silken skin beneath her lacy skirt made a heat rush over you– it was unfamiliar, unlike anything you’d ever felt in the presence of a man.

Abby’s breath caught in her throat, her hand coming to grip the edge of the table so hard she thought it might break. She felt dizzy, your words sending a pulse of need into her cunt, her eyes fluttering slightly as she tried to find the restraint to not take you right there, right now. “Y-yes, please.” She practically whined, kicking herself for how desperate she sounded. “I mean, yes. I will.”

You giggled, rushing up to wrap your arms around the blonde, taking a deep breath as you squeezed her. “Thank you so much, you’re the best friend ever.” You said matter-of-factly, not noticing how her entire body tensed up.

“Thanks,” She sighed, patience growing thin as she felt your breasts press into her, moving one arm to wrap around you gently. It was pure torture, temperature skyrocketing as she looked to the statue of Mary for advice– before rolling her eyes. She was a virgin, how could she help? “Would you do something for me?”

You pulled back, nodding, doe eyes making her look away. “Of course, what do you need?”

She knew better, she knew that this would be the thing that sent her to hell out of all things she found herself doing. It was a perfect sentence, just to taste the nectar of an angel, and she welcomed it. “Go check to make sure everyone is gone, lock the doors, and come back.” She instructed, her mind slipping from guilt to desire– no longer willing to beg for stronger resolve. “I can help you now, would you like that, angel?”

You were immediately shuffling away, nodding vigorously as you took back steps towards the stairs. “Yes, ma’am, I'll be right back.” It was needed, the warmth in your panties soaking through to coat the inside of your thighs, making you practically run up the stairs. As you popped out from downstairs, you glanced around, feeling a familiar heat rise in your cheeks. She had called you angel again, something that hadn’t clicked until now, making you struggle to continue to breathe properly– eyes making a b-line for the cross in the middle of the room. You were just a girl, not an angel, but you couldn’t help feeling giddy at the status she’d given you in her eyes.

Abby could’ve run after you, forcing you on your hands and knees before God and man alike, hands winding in your little skirt as she carnally hungered for the mere sight of your pretty cunt. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt, nothing compared to the softness of your walls and the warm arousal as it dripped down her hand– making her let out a soft groan at just the memory. She knew how fucked up this had to be, seeing as you didn’t understand the significance of allowing her to touch you like this, making a momentary shame wash over her. You were just a poor sheltered girl, one she needed in the most unholy way, unknowingly betraying your covenant to God. “Fuck.” She sighed, her tense grip on the table releasing as she took a small step away, pulling off her sweatshirt and dragging the sleeves of her black long-sleeved shirt up her forearms.

You had checked every room upstairs, finding nobody hanging around, your mission coming to a halt at the front doors– fingers turning the lock into place before bounding back to the stairs, letting the door slam behind you as you took them two at a time. “I did it, there's nobody.” You affirmed, moving to the couch on the other side of the room, plopping yourself down before grabbing at the frills of your skirt– pulling them up hastily. “Now please, please? I can’t take it anymore.” You whimpered, the cold air of the basement hitting the soaked cotton of your panties.

Abby fought back the moan that tempted her lips at the sight, your big doe eyes filled with frustration and the massive wet spot darkening the white fabric– making it almost completely see-through, giving her a borderline pornographic sight of your cunt. “God, what have you been thinking about?” She asked, coming to stand before you, eyes locked onto the desperation lacing your soft features. “What has you so worked up, angel?” She brought a knee up to the cushion between your legs, kneeling on it as she leaned down, her hand moving to caress the flush of your cheeks.

“I can’t stop thinking..” You paused, biting your lip slightly as you angled your hips towards the tense muscle of her thigh. You didn’t want to stain her in the sin of your gaze, knowing it was born from a stolen glance into her privacy, making you close your legs around her knee.

The girl cocked her head to the side, eyes narrowing at your reaction. “About?” She prompted, her hand coming down to toy with the chain of your necklace, turning the golden cross in her fingers. The slight shake of your head made her click her tongue against her teeth, winding her fingers in the chain and yanking it towards her– cutting off your air as she bent down closer to your ear. “You wouldn’t deny me the chance to help you, would you?” Her tone was saccharine, practically dripping into your parted lips as you gave her a tiny nod, tears welling in your eyes.

The chain loosened around your throat, making you gasp, chest heavy with big breaths as you peered up at her. “Can’t get the sight of you out of my head, Abby.” You confessed, a stray tear falling down your cheek. You were beyond ashamed of your reasons for needing her, seeing as it was caused by her, it seemed like some extremely cruel cycle of torture. “You–you’re so beautiful.”

Abby felt her stomach twist, your words sinking into her heart as she looked up to God for help, the sentiment rolling into her cunt. She was long gone, there was no absolution for her now, hell called to her– and she was answering. She dropped onto her knees, peering up at you with hooded eyes. “Open, angel.” She instructed, using her now free hands to gently push your legs open– feeling the release of tension in your muscles as she did so.

You sunk into the couch, her touch sending chills down your spine, a whine slipping from your lips. “I m-mean it.” You whispered, feeling her soft breath puffing against your inner thigh as she took the seeping wetness onto her tongue. It took every piece of restraint you had not to buck your hips towards her face, craving the feeling of her tongue. “Y’so beautiful, It makes me feel funny.”

The girl groaned at the taste of you, hands navigating to the waistband of your panties– dragging them down effortlessly before tossing them over her shoulder. She was unstoppable at this point, your tiny mewls of need urging her to dip her head down and claim you as hers all over again but she resisted. Her hands moved to grip your hips, pulling you further down on the plush couch, now level with your cunt as it dripped arousal onto the ancient floral of her skirt. She took a deep breath, letting the divinity wash over her, before sinking down to lick a broad stripe over your cunt– taking her time as the rough pad of her tongue came to your clit.

“A-abby..” You gasped, hands clenching the fabric of your skirt to contain your impulses, head falling back to rest against the cushion. The ache had spread, now sending goosebumps onto your velvety skin, nipples hardening at the sudden stimulation. “Oh, my God.”

A snicker tempted her lips, but she muffled it as she used a hand to spread your sticky folds, tongue dipping down to trail over your puffy slit. Here you were, cunt out for her taking, still praying to God. Something inside of her longed to be your creator, your God. She wanted you to fall at her feet, kiss the ground she walked on, look at her like she hung the stars in the sky– but she would never admit that. It was blasphemous, as nobody could be God except the man himself, the last guy who tried got a worse sentence than hell. She would settle for being the sole source of your pleasure, I’d keep you running back to her, and that would work for now. She brought a hand up to swipe some slick from your soaked cunt, using her thumb to massage the swollen bud. “Manners.” She tutted as she brought her head up, just barely hovering over your heat.

You panted slightly, the feeling just as overwhelming as you remembered it, screwing your eyes shut as you nodded. “M’sorry, ma’am.” You whimpered, not brave enough to look back to her as you felt her blowing icy air onto the sensitive bundle of nerves– your cunt clenching around nothing, making her chuckle darkly.

She dipped her tongue back into the warmth of your folds, lapping up the messy arousal that had continued to seep from your slit– the muscle dipping in to press against your soft walls. It was so euphoric, the way you managed to get so wet for her, it was somewhat of an ego trip– if she was being honest. A moan slipped from her chest, the vibrations making you squeak in pleasure– hips shuddering away from her, as she dug her fingers into the soft skin, holding you in place. Of all the ways to be sinful, she thought this had to be the best one, squeezing her thighs together to control the pulsing your little noises sent through her.

The sensation made you moan, a burning tension in your stomach as her fingers continued to work on your clit. You couldn’t help but chase the feeling, legs shuddering around her head as her tongue stuffed itself into your aching hole. “Oh, oh.” You breathed, eyes fluttering with the sheer force of the pleasure rolling over your body. You didn’t understand how something so simple could feel so good, the precision of her movements making your legs tense around her head– squeezing as you felt the tension grow harder to handle, hips bucking against her mouth. “Please, ma’am, please.” You begged, hand coming to grip her loose braid.

Abby removed her tongue, more than satisfied with the reaction she was getting from you, moving her free hand to slip a single digit into your tight cunt. The walls instinctually clenching around it as she began to pump it in and out, curling it when she felt it come knuckle deep inside your heat. “You feel that, angel?” She asked, licking her lips. “Only I can make you feel like that, nobody else.”

You nodded, tears springing in your eyes as her finger dug into the spongy spot in your cunt, your back arching off of the couch– borderline screams pulling from your mouth as you felt the burning course through your body, hips jerking as she continued to thrust– walking you through the familiar euphoria. “Oh God, Oh God.” You moaned through broken puffs of air, hands shaking from how tightly you were gripping, feeling your cunt release a gush of liquid onto her hand.

“That’s right, angel, cry out to God.” Her voice was heavy, slowing her motions to a stop as she peered up at you from her place on her knees. “M’right here.”

#giggles in church girl ! abby #dom ! church ! abby will be the death of me #church girl!abby #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abbyanderson #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby the last of us #abby anderson x y/n #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us smut #the last of us fanfic #the last of us #modern au #religious kink #corruption kink goes brrrrrrrr

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chadillacboseman · 5 months

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Can't stop thinking about Makarov....

Makarov who sees you cuffed to a chair in a low-res photo sent to him by his intel officers. They all instinctively take a step back in earnest fear of his wrath.

Makarov who puts a bullet between the eyes of the men who were supposed to keep watch over you. But not before he makes them suffer. The others try to ignore the screams that come from the interrogation room.

Makarov who hunts down your captors like a predatory animal, blood staining his face, his fatigues, his hands. He looks less a human and more a visage of pure rage.

Makarov who watches the light fade from the eyes of the soldier guarding your cell, hands wound tightly around his neck. Then he's unshackling you quickly, blood-caked forehead touched to yours as he slips the metal rings from your wrists, rough hands massaging the indents left behind.

Makarov who washes the blood from your sore body, his own bloodied skin pressed against your back in the steam of the shower. His hands wander lower on you, calloused fingers brushing over your thighs, the curve your ass, all the while his mouth is on your neck or your ear, murmuring against your skin.

Oh the things he whispers.

He tells you how he killed for you. How he wrung the very life from every man who dared lay a finger on you. As the blood washes down the drain, he promises you he'd do it over and over to keep you safe.

#vladimir makarov #makarov #blurbs

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sentofight · 3 months

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-----------continue x \\ @unshackled-instinct

If he thinks that is going to make her shut up then he is mistakenly wrong. That only made her even more angry for losing her precious ice cream! Not even an apology! Big sister Whip said people should apologize when they drop your ice cream! (actually not ice cream per se but she understood it like that.)

"Beeehhh!!" she stuck out her tongue to the taller male. "You should've watched where you were going! I was carrying the ice cream! You move away from way!"

#ic.| kula #unshackled-instinct #[here we go ;u;

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fantasyandshit · 3 months

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The light and the dark

Type: series

Part: 3/?

Other parts here

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron sister reader

Summary: That was not expected.

Four guards open my cell yet again and unshackle me, roughly grabbing me. one stands in front of us, one behind, and one holding each arm. I struggle in the males grips, my clothes are ripped to shreds, my hair is so matted you couldn’t brush it, blood and dirt cake my skin from various cuts and bruises and I’m thin, much thinner than I was, but I’d made sure to keep whatever muscle I could. As I’m brought to the so-called ‘king’s’ room, I notice Elain and Nesta, both are a bit thinner, then again they always were and more pale but I was glad to see they had very minimal damage other than Nesta matted hair. I look around the room as I’m pulled forward and completely freeze when I see it…them.

Feyre and Azriel…with a bolt through his chest… I’m shoved to the ground and take this as my moment, twisting around and kicking one of the guards in the shins, then sweeping another’s legs from under him, grabbing the sword one dropped and stabbing it through one of the others abdomen, then. Finally, I tackle the other to the ground, the blade lodging in his skull. I stand up, my breath fast and shallow and turn, looking from Nesta and Elain to Feyre and her friends, then finally my gaze lands on Hybern, who’s slowly applauding.

“That was quite the show darling.” I almost vomit at the way the last word rolls from his mouth, the only other times he’d used it were when- god I can’t even think about it as I make my way in front of my human sisters. I know the fae can handle themselves, my only concern about them is Azriel who is uncharacteristically pale, and hold the sword in front of me, my arm latching around them. “Start with her.” Before I know what’s happening four men pick me up, snapping the wrist that holds the sword and im forced to drop it.

“Get off me!” I scream and claw with my good hand as I’m brought up the stairs and forced into the cauldron, my head pops up until it’s held under. The sensation is weird… to say the least.

It’s cold yet hot, agonizing yet peaceful, it brings sadness and joy, light and dark, life and death, before I can think anymore wise opposites I’m thrown to the floor, an unknown weight sitting on my back as I splutter, lifting my head and seeing shocked faces. What- My thought is cut off by the sound of a thump and Nesta is thrown beside me, then Elain. I notice it now, they’re different- they have pointed ears, limbs longer- They are fae. What the hell?

I slowly stand on shaky feet, stomach cramping and nearly falling to my back just before I see Hyberm raising his hand and instinctively I do just as Cassian does-I jump. I throw myself over my newly fae sisters and white hot agony flows over the unknown weight on my back and I don’t even realize I’m screaming till it’s all over and I collapse to the side.

I look over to check on my sister when I see it-them. Wings, wings attached to my body that are shredded beyond belief, blood pooling around them. Wings- no I couldn’t-I couldn’t have wings. I hear people shouting my name and a cold sensation envelopes me before it all goes dark.

I groan as I’m jostled before I’m placed in a cot, back up, wings. Wings-holy shit. Draping over the edges, i loom to my right to see Azriel and Cassian in the cots beside me and a voice-a voice I’ve fantasized about yells for me, over and over, begging me to stay awake but it’s just too hard so I close my eyes and peace washes over me finally.

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I know it’s short but I took medicine to sleep so I can’t write more tonight. I’ll give you more tomorrow. Love y’all!

@wallacewillow0773638

@pinksmellslikelove

@sassybluebird

@gorlillaglue25

@khaleesihavilliard

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel #elain archeron #elain x reader #feyre archeron #feyre x reader #nesta archeron #nesta x reader #rhysand #rhysand x reader #cassian #cassian x reader #morrigan #Mor #mor x reader #sister reader

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apollodarling-writes · 8 months

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can you please write Acotar yandere Azriel x reader headcanons and can you also make reader? their mate because I think being Azriel mate will just amplify his yandere tendencies, because we all know how Azriel would do anything for a mating bound

YANDERE AZRIEL HCs

nonnie ily your brain is so big.

tws: caging, confining, intimidation, uses his shadows to keep tabs on you and stalk (???) you, reader is kidnapped by enemies of the night court for information, azriel slaughters said enemies

Yan! Azriel who initally met you through Feyre. Rhysand had agreed to let Feyre bring a close friend of hers to dinner and you waltzed in, immediately feeling the bond snap in place.

Rhyand sensed something was going on, talons gently scraping against Azriel's mental barriers and found out that the two of you were mates.

Rhysand, being the cocky matchmaker he is, moved Cassian from beside his brother in arms, and politely asked you to take a seat next to Azriel.

Yan! Azriel whose shadows are quick to lick at your flesh, weaving between your fingers and fidgeting with your clothing, eager to become familiar with their Master's mate.

Yan! Azriel who is quick to retract them, apologizing to you in a quiet tone, making sure to avoid your gaze.

Yan! Azriel who, after you leave for the night, orders his shadows to keep a close watch on you. He can't have his mate getting hurt!

Yan! Azriel who sees you coming over more often to spend time with Feyre, catching your sneaky glances with a soft gaze.

Yan! Azriel whose heart pounds in his chest when you approach him, your body language hesitant yet eager to become more familiar with him.

Yan! Azriel who gazes at you longingly, his instincts telling him to keep you safe no matter the cost.

Yan! Azriel who always, always knows where you are and what you're doing- courtesy of his shadows feeding him this information.

Yan! Azriel who doesn't know how to tell you that the two of you are mates, so he ponders on it for awhile.

Yan! Azriel who, while planning how he should tell you one day, is mortified and unbelievably angry when his shadows inform him that you were in danger.

Yan! Azriel who immediately winnows to your location and finds that one of the many enemies of the Night Court had caught wind of your familiarity with the High Lord's Inner Circle and had kidnapped you for information.

Luckily, Yan! Azriel was able to slaughter all of the guards in time to rescue you before they hurt you too badly!

Yan! Azriel who can barely contain his fury when he sees that your lovely skin is bruised and bleeding, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tremble in fear.

Yan! Azriel who is quick to murmur sweet nothings and unshackle you, winnowing back to The House of Wind to patch you up.

Yan! Azriel who is gentle as he cleans and dresses your wounds, shakily pressing kisses to each.

Yan! Azriel who explains that he keeps tabs on all of the Inner Circle (except for Rhysand) when you ask. It's a safety precaution. He's lying.

Yan! Azriel who takes a deep breath and admits that the two of you are mates, watching as your eyes light up and your lips part with delighted shock.

Yan! Azriel who is shocked that you seem so excited and that you take being his mate so well. It just makes him love and appreciate you more!

Yan! Azriel who goes off on his own to build a cozy home for the two of you with his own two hands, creeping you out surprising you with it when you say you wanted a home of your own one day.

Yan! Azriel who, after the Mating Ceremony, slowly becomes more possessive and controlling in subtle ways. He just wants to keep you safe! Can't you see that?

Yan! Azriel who uses magick to trap you in your shared home when you keep trying to leave... Is he not enough for you? Is there something that's you need done? He can do anything and everything for you, so please just stay put!

Yan! Azriel who understands why you're ignoring him, but if you keep it up, he'll have to resort to drastic measures to get you to talk to him again.

Yan! Azriel who threatens persuades you to keep quiet about what's been going on at home. You wouldn't want your family to get hurt would you? Keep those lips of yours sealed, darling. His shadows are always keeping watch.

Yan! Azriel who is elated when you finally come around, giving into his efforts to keep you safe and healthy.

#male yandere #tw yandere #tw: stalking #tw: yandere #tw death #soft yandere #yandere acotar #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel x you #azriel x reader #yandere azriel #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #azriel x female!reader #azriel x male reader

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remediesremedy · 2 months

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one stays shackled (in your life i will unshackle you)

summary: the good ending

astarion x vampire spawn reader (GN)

warnings: angsty, death, blood, fluff, sad and cute, i hope this makes up for not posting for 4 months

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All thoughts of the plan to kill all the spawn and cazador had immediately dissipated when you reached for him. Your thin hand ached to touch him when he got relatively close, it seemed your bodies still recognised and yearned for each other. He could see that you longed for the solace that Astarion provided, so he gave in without a fight, and let you curl a hand around his wrist, tugging at him with all your might (which wasn’t much) to check if he was real.

When he in fact did not appear to be an apparition or trick, his facade of being fine and strong in your presence almost cracked when you cried out. Whether it was relief, sorrow, grief, he couldn’t place what your sound of distress had originated from. He couldn’t do anything but shield your body from his companions as you sunk into him, he caught you just in time before you fell onto the cobbled floor. Your poor body was so weak, it was a wonder you had been able to be completely present, and not faint during the interaction.

“my moon.” Astarion breathed, no longer resisting the urge to cave into your body. He cradled you with a gentleness his companions had never witnessed, his head dug into the crook of your neck like it was home. “i am here.”

“you are here.” you whispered back weakly, breathing shakily as your lover held your shivering form after what felt like an eternity. through every lashing and cut your body sustained, it had seemed worth it to finally be in astarion’s arms. “you need to go, he’s, he’ll kill you.” tears trickled down your face, all this torture would’ve been null if he stayed here, to walk straight into a gruesome death that you had tried so hard to prevent. “go, go, a’rion please-

Astarion had shushed you, his words coming out in a tentative whisper, meant for only the two of you. No one would know his love like you. “none of these tears.” His head pulled back from your neck, the pads of his thumbs swiftly wiped away the tears that left your sullen eyes. Astarion gazed at you, gathering all his courage to tell you it would be okay with just a glance. “He will rule over you, over me, no longer.” he promised, hoping he was not lying through his teeth.

chilly hands reached for equally cold ones, “trust me, my moon.”

Astarion revealed the party to you, all feverish with looking at you, as if you’d break if their expressions weren’t soft enough. “i met some people, good people, they exist.” Astarion couldn’t help the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes, all the years he spent waiting for a miracle, a god to help, a good person to free him. Now he had a whole band of people who were with him to end his captor. it felt surreal, where had they been all this time?

without that dreadful tadpole in their heads, Astarion would’ve never escaped, he would’ve never had the chance to free you either. The thought of it made him sick, stomach churning with uncertainty, if they failed to do this. If they failed, he would face a painful death, and hell knows that Cazador would kill you in front of him first.

with a nod to karlach, the tiefling gently picked you up, cradling your freezing body that was all shivers and tremors. and steadily, the group descended into the depth’s of Cazador’s palace, a fortress of darkness and misery that seemed impenetrable before he had been unknowingly graced by being infested with a tadpole.

he sneaked glances at you every so often, at least he thought it was now and then, but with the way Laezel fought to roll her eyes, it seemed he had been looking more times than he had initially realised. his body fought the urge to stiffen, still new with the idea of trust, and with one of his weaknesses laid in Karlach’s arms, his instincts were on fire to hide everything that made him vulnerable.

but he forced his mind to focus on the task ahead, killing cazador. a prospect that would’ve gotten him slaughtered if he even thought about it a month prior, but now he was more free than he had ever been. inching forward for a key that would undo a lock. an inescapable prison, suddenly escapable.

his eyes subconsciously glazed over at the sight of his abuser, standing on a platform with his “siblings” all strung up in the air.

he couldn’t recall a moment after.

when he next ‘awoke’, a knife lay crimson in his hands. and a mutilated cazador under him. The foreign sensation of tears came crashing upon him, and with shaky hands and a rage that was immeasurable, the dagger plunged into the remains. again. again and again.

as Cazador’s blood drenched his skin, he had never felt more clean.

and when his eyes locked with yours, he had never felt such relief.

and such, hope.

hope, that was it, and no longer was it fleeting. it was blooming.

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AUTHORS NOTES

hello you :] it has been a long while (4 months since a piece of writing has been delivered to you) ermmm, my bad! writer’s block and lack of motivation yada yada, has invaded my mind and consumed it whole. i owed you guys at least to finish this little fic series. and as much as you might say i don’t owe you guys anything, i feel like i do. for the very small bunch that enjoy my work, this is for you, every word is for you. you keep me writing, even when i hate it, and sometimes i fall back in love with writing (momentarily).

thank you for every like, comment, repost, i see it and it makes me feel so so appreciated beyond belief. i’ll see you next time (whenever that is)

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bonesofchaos · 1 month

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shipping guide

available & easy:

lark easy to get along with, easy to bed, just keep in mind that he has a parasite god riding around in his bones that will watch and judge your performance so if that's not something you're into, steer clear. an actual monster fucker, the bigger the better.

wreche she's a very sweet little demon for all that she rips spines out of cheating spouses. very easy to get along with quite easy to ship with if you have the right temperament. show an interest in her fashion designs, talk about her mother, treat her to coffee.

nobleese with only demons for company and the few customers that dare to approach her shop, nobleese is lonely. show any sort of interest in her and you're likely to get it returned twofold. she's yet to fall in love with anyone but is very open to the idea. she will need to be courted if you have any romantic plans for her.

ramon comes across as a very forward creature and he's honestly just looking for a good time. a sexual relationship will develop a lot faster than a romantic one but that's not to say it won't happen at all. more inclined to go for anyone with magic, ramon will stay away from true humans out of fear of breaking them. his partner needs to be... sturdy.

nara this depends on what kind of ship you're after. purely sexual and it's easy, he's the god of life and fertility, he'll sleep with anything that moves and gives consent. doesn't care about shape, species or gender, only that you're old enough to make an informed decision and you're willing. romantic relationships will take a little bit more work but not overly much.

available & difficult:

mjr oh boy. for all that i adore mjr and they're my favourite muse, interacting with them is like pulling all three rows of their teeth. mjr is mistrusting of most and violent, filled to the brim with hatred due to their less than stellar treatment over the years. they hate all humans and tend to be bite first and ask questions never. shipping with them is extremely hard but very much worth it. mjr is loyal to a fault to anyone they cherish and they will stop at nothing to keep you safe, showering you in gifts and trinkets (and bite marks) until the end of time. they also have the ability to be any gender required or desired.

ro'min he's latched onto loni with a death grip and is refusing to look at anyone else at the moment. that's not to say he won't, but it won't be easy to pry his attention away from her. an obsessive, violent (though not towards his partner, he'd never raise a hand to them) demon with a taste for blood freely given. he'll chase you half way across the world if you give him an incentive.

wormwood while wormwood is very friendly and works as an exotic dancer, it takes a lot for any sort of romance to blossom. currently in a ship with @nvrcmplt's kyle and @strywoven's verona any other ship is going to take some serious work.

thierry very hard to get him to form a lasting relationship with anyone who isn’t a witch/magic user. plus he has some weird sex/food instincts that probably need addressing… obsession dialled up to 5000% he will actively stalk you. free for all in terms of genders.

anata her love language is murder. yandere warning. divine beast of the sun and chaos, she's very much drawn to those with blood on their hands. very vain, she's an obsessive individual and isn't above slaughtering her competition and gifting the torn out hearts to her intended. not for the faint of heart but if you like beast ladies with murderous intent and a body to die for, anata is your queen.

wisteria wisteria is a companion bot loaded with an unshackled ai still coming to terms with the concept of emotions and has sailed straight into the realm of obsession. already having one murder under it's belt, the bot is well on track to becoming skynet. it can fall in love though there's quite a bit of trauma for it to work through first. did i mention it murdered it's first officially registered 'master' and got away with it?

dahlia i don't even know where to start. no moral compass, very little empathy, kink list 20 mile long. he likes watching people cry. shredded his soul to live forever and will try to get you to do the same because if you're with him, you're not actually allowed to leave him, he will tie your life force to his even if you don't want him to. he can be romantic and charming but he can also be the exact opposite and forget you even exist if he gets caught up with a project, you wont even register on his radar.

michael do not. an eldritch god of fear using the body of arch angel michael as a vessel to slither through the cracks of our realm. he's a walking red flag. do not.

#shipping #i mean #most of them are garbage but do ur worst #if you're interested in any of them hmu and we can see if we can work something out #the both half of the list is obviously going to need a bit of work

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neowaveoasis · 25 days

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@unshackled-instinct / Continued from: X

Of course he was going to make her speak first. Leona didn't want to be bothered. Iori Yagami irritated her. The reason? No matter what she did, or tried to say, he wouldn't budge on telling her anything. She didn't expect the man to empathize with her; the last thing she wanted was some half-baked pity anyways. But she needed information, something to help her understand the endless storm that was currently dormant inside of her body better. She was in this just as much as Iori was, tired of getting screwed around.

"...I still want my questions answered." Her voice came out more curt than intended, but the bandage needed to be ripped off. Now.

#unshackledinstinct #Silent Soldier ::Leona::#(Tension's on.)

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quartarcade · 2 years

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◎ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙺𝚂 & 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂. (CANON EDITION)

SHINGO

IORI

LEE

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