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I love shit like this, I'll have to pass it on when I get off work!

🌐7 Circles Location Aesthetic: Nexis 🌌

The 7 Circles story begins in Nexis, the first of four districts that make up the Halcyon empire.

Demonym: Nexan, Nexi (derogatory)

Species: Demons in 7 varieties; Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth

Vibes: Perfect skin, clean streets, gilded birdcages, gothic library, jewelry for horns, intricate embroidery, marble floors, painted ceilings, stiff collars, showcased plant life, dinner parties, grand balls, fanged smiles, vast gardens, ice sculptures, fantasy skyscrapers, magic technology

Common Beliefs: 

We fought our way to the top, we have earned the right to be here.

Other species/districts cannot be trusted with the responsibility of keeping Halcyon safe.

Others should be grateful to Nexis; Nexans are the stewards/protectors of the earth.

(Feel free to comment or ask questions! I own none of the pics, I simply arranged and edited them.)

7C Taglist: @gioiaalbanoart @biblicallyaccuratefruitbat @katenewmanwrites @pencilpusher1000 @lychhiker-writes @autism-purgatory @wyked-ao3 @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @smellyrottentrees @fortunatetragedy @aalinaaaaaa @the-golden-comet @urbiggestfan-01 (To be added, please go here. Message me to be removed.)

Had to round out the bunch with a little Seeker 💫

I think Seeker was extremely treasured growing up.. but they should have been loved a bit more. Their destiny awaited them, and no one ever let them forget that.

Aaand now that I've done all four characters for 🌐7 Circles🌐 as kids (bby Klaus, bby Val, bby Kaz) I am NOT drawing another child for a GOOD while 🎉 lol ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ BUT! I'm now curious about what yalls ocs were like as little'ns!! Share one (or more) of the following about your ocs early days;

Something expected of them. Something they came to believe about themself bc of other people (ex. told you're annoying, or you're so smart). A childhood habit they've continued as an adult. How they were treated by adults. Childhood nicknames. Sketches or reference pics welcome but not necessary!

taggamez: @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 @lychhiker-writes @the-golden-comet @fortunatetragedy @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting +Open tag (no pressure tho!)

Feeling bad today, so here's a sketch of Valian as a kid.

OC from my story 🌐7 Circles🌐. Even now as an adult, Val holds his tail for comfort - though he's long been numb to the harsh treatment of others.

Art Taglist: @the-golden-comet @lychhiker-writes @gioiaalbanoart @quillswriting (hmu to be +/- to my art taglist.)

Why did I give them four arms? Why would I do that? Two are enough, in fact some people get through life with no arms at all! FOUR?!? I HAVE TO DRAW FOOOUURRR???

I love Seeker to bits except whenever I have to draw them. Just, ugh..

OOPS, I dropped my laptop and Kazimier X Reader smut fell out! 😮 🌶 

Fang Kink | Monster X Human | World of 🌐7 Circles🌐

Notice: 18+ interacts only. Explicit sex, Ungendered reader insert, alcohol consumption, references to blood, author unable to resist worldbuilding

[Part 2/2, See part 1 here]

Your voice comes out as a whisper, anxious and daring all at once. “I want it.”

His lips swallow the rest of your trepidation as they press into your own and you groan at the sensation. He effortlessly takes charge, kissing you like you're something to savor before exploring your mouth with his tongue. Being so close to those sharp teeth makes you whimper and you kiss him back, wanting him to do more to you.

Then his fingers reach under your chin to tip your head back. He kisses along your jaw, lingering at the soft spot below your ear a moment before settling at your neck with a chuckle.

“You like that?” He breathes against your warming pulse. You can feel his smile as he grazes your skin with his teeth, just enough to tease you. Just enough to make you tremble. 

Fuck.

You're struggling to find your words when he speaks your feelings to existence with a gravelly voice.

“You like my fangs, huh.”

He doesn't even phrase it like a question, and isn’t seeking an answer. He simply returns to your neck, kissing and sucking and teasing with his teeth until you’re whimpering for him. For more.

He pulls back with a knowing look, obviously pleased.

“Follow me, I know a place that’ll give us a little more privacy.” he says lightly, but then you find your chin in his hand and he’s staring you down with a more serious expression. “Once we get there, I’ll give you so much pleasure it’ll make your head spin.. but I’ll be hard-pressed to stop in the middle of it. You ok with that?”

You nod in his palm and he smiles, standing and offering you the same hand to take. He leads you through the crowd, the warmth of his skin mirroring the warmth coursing though you, and takes you to a staircase that’s blocked off with a tacky velvet rope and a sign labeled NO ENTRY, VIP ONLY which he untethers and tosses to the side.

You were all for adventure, but if you were caught.. You could be discovered as an Outlander.

“Uh.. should we be-”

“Don’ worry, Doll. I’m the VIP in this joint.” he says with a snicker, squeezing your hand and giving it a tug.

He takes you to the second floor which unfortunately for you and your weak human eyes, is completely dark. You do you best to act like you have night vision, and it’s incredibly helpful that you’re being lead by the hand through the pitch, but you still manage to stumble a little. Hopefully it would be assumed that you were feeling the alcohol or something.

“Here we are..” he murmurs, and you hear a door open, then shut behind you as you’re pulled into this new space. You stumble again as a forceful hand pushes you against that same door. You gasp into his mouth as it reconnects with yours and he hums as if you’re an ambrosia to him. His body presses closer and you realize with a moan that he’s achingly hard for you, grinding against you slowly.

His domineering kiss eases up some and you almost make a sound of complaint before you realize.. he’s inviting you, offering his fangs for you to taste. You feel him smile as you slide your tongue across to feel that canine, gently testing it’s sharpness. Why did it turn you on so much?

You’re a fangbanging slut, that’s why. Your mind supplies, but it only served to turn you on more.

After a moment of reveling in his mouth, he pulls away. “..There’re too many clothes.” He pants, and you can hear the rustle of him stripping immediately. After fumbling with your shoes you’re right behind, but he doesn’t wait for you to fully disrobe before his hands are roaming your body, leaving a trail of pleasured shivers in their wake. He slides his touch across your chest, touching you just right, then down your waist gently until they reach your hips and grip you tight.

He grinds against you again, rolling his hips in a gesture of what’s to come and you want it. Your own hips move involuntarily in his grip and you groan pathetically, your desire dripping down your spine like molten lava to your groin where you’re already twitching for him.

You subsequently lose contact with the ground before roughly making contact with a mattress. Then he’s on you, his mouth ravishing your neck as his fingers slide between your cheeks, teasing you, testing you. He spreads your legs easily and ensures that you're prepared while toying with you, turning you into a moaning mess under his confident hands.

When his fingers leave you you’re so turned on and ready to be fucked that there’s nothing but delicious friction when he fills you to the hilt in an instant, growling in pleasure when you moan loud and clench around him.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his thick cock before he’s fucking you, pulling out most of the way out before slamming back in with a groan, over and over again. It makes you see stars and feel dizzy and high and electric all at once. He fucks you closer and closer to that edge, mouth still at your neck.

When you feel like you’re almost there, his lips leave your throat to breathe in your ear.

“Cum for me, fangbanger.”

It sets you off and he bites down on your neck just right to extend your high as he fucks you harder and harder until he’s pressing his face into the crook of your neck and thrusting deep into you with a rumbling sound of pleasure, filling you.

You’re barely coming down from your climax when he starts moving again inside your sensitive body, making you cry out.

You hear a dark chuckle beyond the ringing in your ears, “Oh no, you’re not done yet.” he says with a roll of his hips. “You’re gonna cum until you can’t for me.”

True to his word, he rails you for what must be hours, only pausing to manipulate your body into new positions, each more pleasurable than the last. He made you cum more times than you even knew that you could. By the time he’s done your limbs are like lead and at the same time you feel like you’re floating. You hardly feel the bed move as he gets off the mattress, too wrapped up in the afterglow.

“Don’ move. You’re gonna need a minute.” he advises, voice slightly gravelly still. The light clicks on, bathing the room in the dim red glow that was pretty common in Du’Preve. It was making you sleepy. One of your hands touches your neck, feeling the soreness of hickies, but no holes, no blood.

“You didn’t drink my blood?” You ask, looking over at him. He’s putting his clothes back on but pauses long enough to shoot you an amused look. “I wasn’t interested in that in the first place, squints.”

Wait… Squints?

“I do gotta get, though. You’re free to take a bit of time, and a shower if ya don’t want to take my souvenirs back across the border, huh?

You flush with embarrassment at being found out, and at realizing your current state with a little more clarity. You have so many questions- about him, about what gave you away, but the one that comes out of your mouth is-

“Why aren’t you turning me in?”

He smirks at you from the threshold, looking back with a glint in his eyes, which without his tinted glasses almost appear to be different colors.

“Maybe I ain’t supposed to be here, neither.”

And with that he’s gone. You take him up on his offer, eventually dragging your body to the shower, letting the warm water reinvigorate you for the journey ahead- you weren’t risky enough to sleep in monster territory.

When you’re finally back in the outlands, tying your cloak back around your shoulders, all you can think about is the next time you’ll sneak away to indulge in your new fangbanger lifestyle. The next time you'll feel those teeth at your throat..