kiame-sama · 2 days ago
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in our world, we have monsterfuckers, the shape of water, more monster/human-relationship fiction, and sex toys designed to look like something an animal/monster would have. in the au, how would the reverse be? is there a market for humanfuckers? would idia have to hide all his sex toys and smut?
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Azul, Jade, Floyd, Riddle, Idia, Lilia, and (surprisingly) Leona are the ones really considered to be Humanfuckers.
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There are a bunch of Humanfuckers in Monster AU TWST. Most merfolk are big into Humanfucking and bemoan the fact that Humans are Extinct. To merfolk, Humans were peak beauty standards and even relics of Humans or their likeness is used for sex toys of varying types. From foot-shape, to tongue shape, and even genitals, many monster folk have made sex toys in the likeness of Humans despite Humans being extinct.
Trottr is the TWST AU's version of Tumblr and Azul has a blog dedicated to Humanfucker fics with a decent follower count. He himself has written no less than 900,000 words among his various fics that are solely Humanfucker content. He writes some of the filthiest smut with a straight face despite being a blushing virgin who gets squirmy at the prospect actually kissing someone. He prays the Human never finds his Trottr account or he will hide in an Octopus pot and never leave it again.
Riddle is into more of the fluffy Humanfucker fics as Unicorns always had a very close bond with Humans before the extinction. He has long since fantasized about having his own Human to be his King of Hearts that he can marry and domestically snuggle. Riddle has been interested in Humans since he was a little colt hearing stories of the Queen of Hearts and her Human.
Floyd and Jade are big into reading the Humanfucker content Azul and others write, but neither are interested in writing for themselves. Floyd because he just wants to enjoy a fic and not work on it, Jade because he likes the idea of having a Human of his own and finds the near desperate content Azul rolls out to be delicious.
Idia has been a die-hard Humanfucker for years because he grew up with the granddaddy protector of all Humans- Papa Hades. Idia has several fleshlights of Human asses and vaginas and even a few cocks he uses frequently. There is a reason he was alright with being the Human's guard despite his anxiety and he religiously watches the many cameras he has placed around Ramshackle (a few hidden ones in the Human's room too).
Lilia is new to Trottr- introduced by Idia himself during their gaming sessions- but quickly found the Humanfucker side of Trottr and never left it. He thinks it's funny how much these authors get wrong about Humans, but some content certainly gets him going and purring loudly. He is particularly a fan of Azul's Humanfucker content.
Leona is a closeted Humanfucker and refuses to admit to it, especially because he is a Nemean Lion. He loves the idea of a soft little Human he can just go down on for hours and the idea of those Human hands pulling his mane make his eyes roll back in bliss. He loves the Humanfucker content but never leaves Anon.
The Humanfuckers of Twisted Wonderland really popped off when it was revealed a Human now lived at Night Raven College. Fanart, fics, and even some pornos have already been made using the Human's likeness because now all the Humanfuckers actually have a Human to obsess over instead of wistful wishing over an extinct species. The thirst is real and even a few of the representatives are closeted Humanfuckers. Honestly, the #Human #Humanfucker tags on Trottr have never been so well-fed before.
Malleus is an unofficial Humanfucker because he isn't interested in Humans as a whole, just His Human Hoard member.
If nudes of the Human were to ever circulate, the Humanfuckers would be rabid over them and literally eat the pictures because of how desperate they are. There is a reason many of the Poachers are not looking to kill the Human, but to kidnap them. Either for their own Humanfucking desires or to satiate the desires of other Humanfuckers.
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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 2 days ago
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start me up
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pairing: leon x reader
tags/cws: cumming from nipple stim, thigh job, switch leon?, p in v, just the tip!!
summary: it's pwp
a/n: div creds to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
wc: 1.5k
tags: @vaaaaaiolet @porcelainseashore @leonfucker3000 @rigorwhoring @withonly-sweetheart
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You find out by accident. You're just messing around with Leon who's half-naked because he refuses to wear a shirt to bed even when it's cold outside.
"I'm always hot," he says with a wink.
His jokes may be stupid, but he's entirely correct — he is incredibly hot, all the fucking time.
You find yourself running your hands along his bare skin, innocently tracing shapes with your fingertips.
"What's the point of men having nipples if they can't even use them for anything?" you ask as your hands make their way over his chest.
"How should I know?"
There's something different about his voice, yet so familiar. His breath hitches and his body twitches at the sensation, but he arches towards your touch, not away from it. 
"Would you cut that out?" he asks.
You stop, worried you've crossed a line, but then you see the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.
"Why do you want me to stop?" you ask, with a knowing grin.
"Because, like you said… no reason to touch 'em…" he trails off, refusing to make eye-contact.
He's a better liar than this. He's barely even trying. Nevermind the Raccoon City incident cover-up, he kept your surprise party a secret for weeks, led you around the mall for hours so your friends could set up, and you had zero clue. That takes real skill. 
"So, this just came out of nowhere?" You ask, as you grab his hard cock through his pants.
You catch him off guard, making him groan.
"Maybe it did," he says.
"Maybe it didn't," you insist.
When your hands traverse his chest, testing the waters, you look him in the eyes to make sure he's okay with this. He gives you an almost imperceptible nod — the reluctant go-ahead. He wants you to do it again, but he doesn't want to admit it. 
Before you can resume your little experiment, he grabs your cheeks and pulls you towards him, distracts you for a moment with a fervent kiss. His attempts to regain control are in vain. You don't have to think to kiss him, it's second nature, so your mouth doesn't leave his until you decide to take your lips lower. You work your way down his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders, chest, and when your open-mouthed kisses reach their desired location — his supposedly-useless nipples — he whimpers. You can tell it's an attempt to hold back a moan, but the sound only comes out more desperate.
Effectively straddling his lap now as he lies on his back, you can feel him shamelessly bucking his hips up, trying to get some friction, some attention where he really wants it. You don't stop him, but you don't move your attention away from his nipples either. You switch back and forth between the two, flicking your tongue over one and your thumb over the other.
His breath quickens, as does his heartbeat, and he grips the bed sheets beneath him in lieu of touching you, like he's trying to avoid alerting you to the fact that he's so close. As if he could get away with cumming in his pants without you noticing.
Instead of teasing him, knowing he'll push you away and you won't get what you want, which is to see his head tipped back in pleasure as he moans your name, you ever-so-slightly reciprocate the movement of your hips against his.
His tone is urgent when he all but screams, "fuck fuck fuck". He can't decide if it's worth the embarrassment to let himself go over the edge but it's too late to make the choice not to. You do him the favor of palming him through his sweats as he cums, earning a breathy 'thank you' from Leon.
Once he regains his composure, he flips you onto your back, dips his head between your thighs, and makes you cum almost as quickly as he did. The image of him cumming in his pants brings you over the edge then as well as every time you touch yourself in the next week or so. 
So, of course, when you're in a similar position, half-naked and in bed (except this time you're already making out, he's already hard), you say, "we should try that thing again."
You flick one of his nipples to let him know which "thing" you're talking about.
"No," he mumbles into your, mouth, still kissing you, "I wanna fuck you this time."
"What if we compromise?"
"What's your idea of compromise?"
"You can fuck me, but not my pussy."
"Your mouth?" he asks, looking a bit boyish in his excitement.
"Nope."
"Your ass?" He looks surprised, yet not offended by the idea.
"No, Leon, you get to fuck my thighs."
At first, he looks disappointed, but then he grips the flesh of your thighs, and smiles. "They are nice," he muses as he runs his palms over your soft skin.
He's already under your spell, desperate for anything you're willing to give him. Sure, your thighs might not be the same as your cunt, but compared to his hand, your thighs feel like heaven when he slides his cock between them.
You insisted upon lubing him up lest he chafe your thighs with his thrusts. You lock eyes as he lifts your legs up, and you both know he's not going to last long.
He's a mess – rambling incoherently, hips stuttering, eyes screwed shut, knowing that one look at you equals an instant orgasm. But he can't resist. You lock eyes as he shoots ropes of white from your belly button to your chin. You wonder if there's a world record for this.
His cheeks are bright red when his eyes finally meet yours again.
"That was the hottest fucking thing, like ever," you say, much to his surprise. And you mean it wholeheartedly.
"Seriously?" he asks.
"Yeah, I might even let you fuck me as a reward."
Or at least that's what you say. But what you really mean is: I might need you to fuck me because you made me unbearably aroused.
One thing that Leon excels at is getting hard at a moment's notice. It's like how some people can cry on command – Leon can pop a boner just by willing himself to do so.
There's a caveat, of course. "But, just the tip," you say.
"You really only want just the tip?" he asks, teasingly, an attempt to turn the tables as he lazily drags his fingers along your dripping slit.
Yeah, you really do. You really wanna see him cum from almost nothing, again and again for the rest of your life.
"Mhm," you hum as you take his cock and guide it to your entrance.
You both gasp when you feel the head slip inside you. It's an unspoken challenge to see who cums first, and as he begins to thrust, you worry you might lose.
It's addicting – and quickly, you realize the tip isn't enough.
"Leon, Leon, Leon," you chant his name as if you don't have his full undivided attention. "I need more. I need you to fuck me – for real."
"Oh? I thought you wanted just the tip, baby?" He taunts.
"I changed my mind," you say, and seeing the smirk on his face, you add a sincere, desperate, "please."
"Too bad," he says. "I'll fuck you deeper later, baby, but you're getting what you asked for this time."
If he wasn't mean already, he is when he removes his cock entirely. You look at him in shock and horror. His only reaction is to slide his cock along your folds.
"You're so fucking mean," you say, and in that moment, you're convinced you mean it.
"And? What are you gonna do about it, huh?"
"Nothing!” You’re on the verge of tears now. “I surrender. I'll do whatever you want if you just fuck me."
"Whatever I want?" He asks, teasing your entrance with the tip.
You clench around nothing, in anticipation, in vain. "Yes. Whatever you want."
You're prepared to run down the street naked or enter a cage of hungry tigers, but what he asks for is worse. "Okay. Dishes for the week."
You groan, dreading the chore (but not enough to reject the bargain).
"And laundry," he adds.
You don’t even have a chance to think about your answer. Your pussy is in control now as your mind is lost somewhere in the pool of wetness dripping out of you. "Okay, fine, goddamnit, just fuck me."
So, he does. Since you practically milked him dry with just your thighs, he can last much longer. You are at a disadvantage. He fucks you at a merciless pace, making you scream out his name (and making your neighbors hate you even more than they already do).
The orgasm you share makes a mess of the sheets and when Leon pulls out of you, you remember your agreement.
"Oh, fuck me," you say.
"I already did, baby," he says with a particularly cheery tone, basking in the bliss of two orgasms and zero chores.
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kriskukko · 2 days ago
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A sailor fish man, I see I see, and what is the genitals situation on this fish man >_>
i have been laughing at the fact that when i first posted about him this hit my inbox within minutes. im delighted, having clearly done something right -- what is more ill resist the urge to just cheekily post that shape of water gif and give u an actual answer--
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yan-lorkai · 2 days ago
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I’m not sure if I can request this and I don’t know much about Halloween but I can totally imagine the first year gang starting a little pumpkin farm at Ramshackle. They’d carve pumpkins together and maybe sell some of them to earn a little pocket money
If it’s too much, no worries. just ignore this. Have a great day
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ A/n: This is such a lovely idea tbh, now i kinda of want to do something like this with my friends aaaa. This was supposed to be posted at 6am as always and i forget to queue it lol. Anyway, enjoy it darling!
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The Ramshackle Dorm had never been busier nor more vibrant than now. It all started with a simple idea from Ace: “Hey, why don’t we grow some pumpkins here?” he had said a sunny afternoon, eyes glinting with mischief as gestured to the dead garden of his dorm.
“We can carve them for Halloween, and maybe even sell a few. Easy money, right?” He turned to Epel, who, just as mischievously, nodded.
With a few enthusiastic nods from Jack and Deuce, the plan was set in motion. Soon, even Sebek, who had initially scoffed at the idea as "a frivolous waste of time," found himself secretly invested when Malleus found out and praised him for having a hobby with a bunch of friends.
Days turned into weeks, and the once dead, wild yard of the Ramshackle Dorm was transformed. The first-year gang tilled the soil, planted seeds, and tended to their patch diligently. They took turns watering the sprouts, pulling out weeds, and shooing away curious crows. It was hard work, but there was a certain joy in it.
Jack took special pride in watching the tiny green shoots grow into fat, round pumpkins, while Epel appreciated the physical labor - he said that in that way he could gain muscles. Ace and Deuce made it a game, challenging each other to see who could grow the biggest pumpkin, which led to much bickering and laughter.
The yard was filled with the warm, earthy scent of pumpkins, and the air was filled with laughter. Each carved pumpkin was a reflection of its creator, scattered around the steps and windows of Ramshackle, glowing with flickering candles as the sun dipped below the horizon.
As the pumpkins ripened, the dorm's front yard slowly turned into a sea of orange, each pumpkin unique in size and shape. On one particularly crisp afternoon, as Halloween approached, they gathered around to start carving. Carving tools in hand, they sat in a circle, some humming, others chatting about what designs they’d make.
Ace boasted that he would create the scariest face, while Deuce shyly admitted he wanted to make a pumpkin with a cute smile so he could take a photo and sent it to his mother. Epel’s was, of course, carved with incredible detai l— a miniature masterpiece of intricate patterns, as he was used to carve apples. Jack’s was simple and classic, just like him. And Sebek, determined to outshine the rest, carved an elaborate dragon that he claimed was a tribute to his master, Malleus.
“Not bad, huh?” Ace said, admiring their work. “I mean, I could probably sell mine for way more than any of yours, but still.” He smirked, dodging a playful punch from Deuce.
“We’ll see about that,” You shot back, wiping your hands on your overalls. “Who wouldn’t want to buy one of mine?”
Throughout the day, the first-years ran the stand, chatting with students and selling their carved pumpkins. Sebek was surprisingly the best salesperson, his loud voice catching everyone’s attention and his pride making each pumpkin sound like a royal treasure. Epel made sure every customer left with a smile, slipping them a little extra vine or a perfect pumpkin seed as a token. Even Grim, though not directly involved in the growing process, found himself helping out, lured by the promise of sharing in the profits.
With their pumpkins carved, the group turned to the next phase of their plan. They set up a small stand by the gate, decorating it with the leftover vines and smaller pumpkins. A hand-painted sign read, "Pumpkins for Sale! Buy 1, Get 1 Free (if you can guess who carved it)!" It was Ace’s idea, of course, to add a little game to attract more customers. They were soon joined by curious students from other dorms, many who had heard about the little farm project and wanted to see the fruits (or rather, gourds) of their labor.
You still were surprised that their idea really attracted people. Even Sam was there, examining the pumpkins.
By the end of the evening, the pumpkin patch looked a bit emptier, but your pockets were a little heavier. All of you were tired, but it was the good kind of tired, where your cheeks hurt from smiling and your muscles ache in a satisfying way. As you sat together on the steps of Ramshackle, trapped between Deuce and Ace, watching the last of the daylight fade, there was a warm sense of accomplishment between them.
“This was a good idea,” Jack said, breaking the comfortable silence. “We should do it again next year.”
“Yeah,” Epel said, stretching out his arms. “Maybe we’ll even beat the big guys at their own game. Imagine if this little patch becomes the talk of Halloween.”
"What if other dorms try to do something like this, though?" You asked them.
You had so much fun those past few months, working at their side after clubs ended and the homework was made. You laughed, you chased them when they teamed up to tease you. Overall, it was the most fun you had since coming to this world.
Ace, who was using your left shoulder as a pillow, leaned up so he could see your eyes. "If this happens..." he looked at the other boys before catching your eyes again. "Then we'll crush them, no doubt."
"Figuratively speaking, right?"
Deuce smiled spread through his face as Epel laughed and Sebek and Jack tried to hide their face from you.
"Yeah... Figuratively speaking, of course, Prefect."
The others nodded, their eyes bright with ideas about what to do if the other students tried to do something like that.
As the night settled in, the carved pumpkins flickered warmly, casting playful shadows across the yard. And you felt as if, for just a moment, like you were back home with your small, happy family — gathered around a shared project, their laughter and camaraderie filling the air with something brighter than any candle could provide.
If you were here the next year, then you wanted to do the same thing with them again. And if you aren't... You wanted them to continue that little tradition.
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demaparbat-hp · 3 days ago
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First, omg YOUR ZUTARA ART! It's so so beautiful I want to weep.
Do you have any Zutara fic recs? I need some more Zutara in my life lol
Hi! That's so sweet, thank you ❤️
Most of my free time is spent reading, but I almost never save the links...and can never seem to remember the names and/or authors of the fics.
Luckily I saved the links for some of my absolute favorite fics! There are a lot of truly breathtaking works out there and, sadly, I can't mention them all. These are some names in a very long list of favorites. I hope you enjoy them ❤️
Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies by @geothewriter
New directions and re-imagined canon events race toward a different endgame. From lighting bending to bloodbending and deal-making in the Spirit World, this canon-divergent/adjacent AU travels a new road, where unforeseen experiences shape who our heroes are, and who they will become. A Zutara slowburn.
Forgetting is a kind of mercy by @nerdylizj
It's death by a thousand cuts, Katara thinks. Saying goodbye to their old lives, forging ahead with whatever amalgamation of reality once they both fully remember everything, whatever reality that may be. Yet, two tethers between them will remain. Or, Five years after Katara and Zuko go missing in Ba Sing Se, Kya and Lee are found living peacefully in the Earth Kingdom countryside.
Eight Years Later by @starlight-tea-writing
Eight years after Sozin’s Comet, everyone’s lives have begun to take shape, their responsibilities pulling them further and further apart. The last three years have been broken up with infrequent and hurried meetings and get togethers, but by happenstance, things play out a little differently for the eighth anniversary of the End of War. Follow what happens in the year after all of Team Avatar gets together again and the found family re-finds each other and grows even larger. Zutara centric, Sukka, Toph/OC, Aang/OC Irregular updates, Saturdays only.
The White Lotus Zuko series by @calcliffbas
Zuko becomes one of the good guys a little earlier than usual, and joins Aang, Sokka and Katara in Omashu. A canon-adjacent series featuring friendship, humor, and romance.
The Spirit Trap by @leradny
In the Southern Water Tribe, Hakoda teaches his second son Katara to channel the grief over the death of his mother in a healthy way. In the Fire Nation Capital, Ozai tries to betroth his eldest daughter Princess Zuko to Iroh's son, and Ursa has to explain why that's not a good idea. [AU: Switched Genders, but just for Zuko and Katara]
Everything I Am by we-were-angels(untilwefallinlove)
There is something inevitable about them; like the certainty of the sun in the morning and the moon and all her stars at night. After all is said in done, how will history tell their stories? (Set after the One Hundred Year War and the years following.)
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ziminy · 15 hours ago
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Cute not so little bear
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You were lost in the woods but happened to find a house in the middle of nowhere. How lucky of you that the owner was understanding.
Tags: smut, mdni, f!reader, bear hybrid!choso, the reader haves big boobs, choso is a pervert, humping, marking, oral (f receiving), tiddy sucking, size difference, kissing but like very passionately, fingering, handjob, lot's of touching, creampie,
Author's note: I had to re write this in the last moment cuz I thought it was too lame. Hopefully this time I'm happy with it.
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It was a beautiful day when you left home, going on your usual route when you remember about a shortcut. Honestly, you weren't even sure about it since you never saw it before, but you were told it was around this area.
You'll see a small path on the right side, there's some red flowers around it, it's hard to miss. Those words were on repeat in your head, and you swear you know exactly what they were talking about.
You swore you knew, that's what you said in response. You swear you saw that path. You swore again and again that you knew exactly where that was.
On the main road, right at the edge of the forest. There was supposed to be between a green wall, two tall trees being the entrance of that shortcut. Small red flowers, like a carpet, surrounding that path. And you did saw it, how could you not. The problem was, the path took you further and further away from the safe route that was supposed to get you outside the woods.
You didn't even notice at first, happily walking and admiring your surroundings. You thought nothing of it when more and more trees appeared around you, at some points you walked past a river. You even stopped in place to look at the clean flowing water, the sound of water rushing so violent and yet calming.
You saw fewer and fewer people, now being surrounded by the sound of mother nature itself. Birds singing, the wind going through leaves, and the soft light from the sun. You were just as happy as when you remembered about the so called shortcut.
Perhaps it was a shortcut indeed, not to the route you're usually taking. It didn't took you to your destination, in fact, it was getting you further and further away than there. But it was a shortcut to your death.
It was taking you somewhere people don't dare to go to. A place that everyone was avoiding.
That's why it looked more and more beautiful the deeper you got. It was a warning that people don't go there, nature keeping it's natural flow, untouched by humans and at peace.
You did started to panic when you realize how late it got and that you're on a path you never saw before. No people could be seen, the last village you saw was hours away from where you currently was.
No biggie, you're a smart girl, you can make it alive out of there.
You came from that direction, so if you go left would be faster to get out of there. See, no need to get panicked. Keep calm and look forward, be aware of your surroundings and you'll get back home sooner or later.
Or so you thought. Because no matter how much you walk its like you're walking in circles.
You swear you already saw that tree several times, but at this point everything looks the same. Nothing makes sense anymore, and your head hurts.
You had no water or food on you, your legs were killing you and all you wanted to do is bang your head against something.
How could you be so careless? How could you be so stupid? Can you believe you did such a big mistake, and now you might have to pay with your own life for it. What if a feral animal appears? What can you do then? You got nothing to defend yourself with.
Somehow, it was like your prayers were heard, because you just saw a house with the corner of your eye.
A wood cabin, and it looked in a good shape. There haves to be someone who lives in it. There haves to be someone home.
You looked surprised, your heart was beating too fast because of the adrenaline and you could feel it in your throat. You're saved, you'll be able to live for another day after all.
You ran towards the building without even realizing. Excited, hopeful and very much happy to be dragged out the bullshit you got yourself into, you knocked at the door.
"Is someone home?" you said out loud, knocking again after some time. "Hello?" no one respond.
You could smell something sweet in the air, it was coming from behind the house. And you couldn't do anything more than follow the smell, where you found a open window.
You looked inside, hoping to see someone. But no, the house was empty, no signs of life.
So, you studied the room, and it looked like a kitchen. It had an oven, lots of cupboards and in the middle of the room was a table. A pie sitting appetizing on the wooden surface, calling you to get in, take a taste of it and rest.
"Someone home?" you gulped before opening your mouth. But again, you were met with silence.
From how you see the things, a small grandma must live here. The house was well taken of, outside and on the inside, and it looked too lovely and welcoming.
You'll explain everything to the woman when she comes back, maybe she'll tell you how to get out of here. But now, surviving was your main goal.
You ate some of the pie, drank some water and then wander around that place. Opening the first door you saw, leading you to a bedroom. And my, the big bed that was perfectly made was so tempting.
Just a little, you'll rest for a moment and then get up, you said to yourself.
You got inside the room, closing the door after you and walking towards the bed. Sitting carefully at the edge of it, and trying to get used to the feeling of finally being able to let your guard down.
You let out a sigh of relief, the weight of your shoulders finally disappearing as you lay down, your head on the pillow.
Have you ever felt this tired before? Because your eyes closed as soon as you dragged that blanket over you, being way gone in the dream world.
A few hours passed by and it was already sunset and you were still asleep.
The owner of the house however, finally got back. Instantly knowing someone is there without even looking around for clues.
Your scent was all over the place. From outside and now inside.
Heavy steps could be heard, stomping left and right, re doing your route ever since you jumped in through the window.
You heard it, and you chose to ignore it. The bed was way too comfortable to think about it.
But it did made you feel a bit concerned about it. It didn't sounded like a grandma, those steps way to harsh to belong to an older woman.
You gulped, listening to that person getting closer and closer, stopping right in front of the door before opening it.
And now you were explaining to the landlord what happened, how you got there and why you were in his house. Yes, his. You were wrong about the person who lives there, it wasn't a cute grandma but a guy who looked like he killed a few people.
Dark eyes and dark hair, fluffy ears on top of his head that made him look soft, like a angry teddy bear.
"So you got lost." he said after you explained your situation, making you nod.
"I'm really sorry for breaking in." you apologized over and over again.
He wasn't even looking at you, his eyes either on the table or somewhere behind you. It was like he was avoiding to look at you.
"The closest town is two hours away." you could only sigh, it was already dark outside, how will you get there. "You could make a run for it, but you'll have to he careful. This area is full of wolves at night." that made you bite your lip in frustration.
"Can I stay over the night? I have no money on me but I promise to make it up for the intrusion." he finally looked at you, surprised at your words. Did you mean what he was thinking about? "I can work, either outside or inside. I promise to not disappoint." ah, so it was like that.
"Alright." he nodded, making you jump happily.
"I promise to not disappoint." you said, all a smile and a lot more eased to see that he was so understandable.
Well, whatever. What's done it's done.
He showed you where you'll sleep tonight, and it was a different room than the one you slept in.
The bed wasn't as comfortable but you can't really complain. You still layed down, falling asleep as soon as you closed your eyes.
In the other room, however, there was a bear who couldn't control himself. Shamelessly sniffing the room, the way his bed had a sweet scent and how he wanted to sink his teeth into the pillow you slept on.
Why was he acting like this was a mystery even to him. He's not usually like this, he swears. But that scent of yours got him feral. It made his mouth salivate, drool almost falling out his mouth at how you looked. And don't even get him started on the way your breasts look so big.
He's a dumb fuck, he knows this. Sitting in bed carefully, lifting the blanket and dragging the pillow with your scent on it in his arms, shoving his head in it as he squeeze it harder in his arms.
He took deep breaths, and he's sure he even moaned a little when that intoxicating scent got in his lungs.
You looked so delicious, he wanted nothing more but to bite you, take a taste of you. He wanted to lick you, but not in a sexual way. It was more like, lick your cheeks to see if you tasted as good as you look.
He's such a fool, he didn't even noticed when he started to move his hips, his pelvis pressed against the pillow. He was doing it so he could rub your scent on him, he doesn't even think he's that high. He just want to have more of whatever this feeling was.
You smell like honey, and it drove him crazy the moment he got in front of the house. So can you really blame him when he feels like he's the one being done wrong?
Opening his mouth, he sank his teeth into the pillow, hoping to taste something. But to his disappointed, it tasted nothing like you. And it made him rub his cock against the pillow even harder.
He should control himself. He should, but he's not. And it didn't helped the fact that he could feel every single movement you made.
His heart stopped when you turned around in bed, it made him freeze in place. He took a deep breath, finally realizing what he's doing and how pathetic he was acting. Can you believe him? Getting all riled up from nothing. It wasn't like you were the first female he saw in his life, heck, he meets all kind of people everyday. But you looked just so, what's the term?
He feels like moaning whenever you look at him. He haves to fight himself internally so he wouldn't get on a knee to propose to you, might as well take a taste of your pussy while he's there. It's just.. you're so beautiful, it makes him feral.
He's mad at himself for being such a sick man. And he will tie himself up if he goes something overboard.
The next day didn't helped him feel any better. The more he looked at you the more he would feel his body heating up. You looked at him with big unknowing eyes, and fuck, was he fucked.
"is there anything I help you with, um.. sir?" you walked next to him, looking at him and patiently waiting for his to say something.
"Call me Choso." his answer was simple, avoiding your gaze as he was feeling way too guilty for the way he was feeling.
"Right." you nodded. "What are we doing today?" he doesn't know about you but he'll cry in a corner.
"Lets go outside." for his own good, if he wants to maintain his sanity he needs to be as far away from you as possible.
And even if he gave you tasks where you were far away from him, he couldn't help but look at you, mouth half open and mesmerized by how you're moving. He turns around every time you catch him staring, acting like nothing happened and then shamelessly look back at you once again.
He's not thinking about anything, he's too numb to feel a thing, and yet he can't help but want to look more, even get a little closer if he would dare to do so. The air around you was tasty, and all he wants to do is inhale it, eat it so there would be nothing left for anybody else. Keep all to himself, alongside you, so no one else would be able to feel what he's feeling.
"What should I do now?" he didn't even noticed you moving, too lost in his thoughts to even realize what's going on around him.
He didn't said a thing, he just stood there, looking at the ground and trying to process what's going on. "Do.." he looked around for a moment, trying to think of something. "Water those plants." he pointed at the closest thing to him, only realizing what he did after. "I'll go that way." he said and pointed at some flowers.
"Alright then." his behavior was strange, but perhaps that's just the way he is.
Maybe he's anxious around humans just as you do around him? I mean, he was intimidating, truly. Just look at him, he looks like he killed somebody. His big body, a few heads taller than you, and those broad shoulders. But then you look at his fluffy ears that were on top of his head and suddenly he didn't look as scary as before. If you could ignore his massive body, then he wasn't that scary.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as he looked like. After all, he let you stay when you needed a place for the night. He also seemed to be ridiculously understanding, demanding no money from you and making you nothing than water some plants.
He just looked scary but he was actually a pretty decent guy. Or was he?
"Choso, what do I do now?" you walked next to him, catching him off guard. You're going to kill him sooner or later if you keep doing this.
"Let's go inside." he said, being done with his garden for today.
It was time to prepare a meal, and you couldn't just let him do everything, so, you helped. Being by his side the whole time and chopping some vegetables here and there. It was him who mostly did everything because he wouldn't let you lift a finger.
But when you were by his side, all he did was to stare at you. The side of your face, your lips, neck, his eyes traveling lower to your chest and then back up, to your lips. Oh, how his mouth was all wet, salivating over the sight of you doing the most basic task.
He liked it when you were ignoring him, paying him no mind as you did whatever you did, too focused on your work to even think of him.
He shouldn't like that, but he did. He loved to look at you again and again, being able to discover stuff that you wouldn't notice unless you payed attention. He liked the little details about you, your actions, how you move.
"I'm thinking of leaving before sunset." you said while you were eating, making him freeze in place. Why would you do something like that? He can't find an explanation for your words.
"You won't get to the main road in time." he said, trying to discourage you from whatever adventure you might have planned.
"I know, but I feel bad for staying too long. I feel like I'm invading your place." how stupid of you. If it was after him he wouldn't even let you go to begin with.
"It's dangerous to walk in the woods at night, especially alone." he tried to scare you. "You can leave tomorrow morning."
"Can I stay for tonight?" tomorrow as well, and the day after tomorrow, the day after that as well. Heck, just stay here at this point, he's not complaining.
"Yes." he's trying so hard to play nonchalantly.
"Thank you." you smiled, feeling somehow safer that you don't have to go back into the woods any time soon.
Don't smile at him, don't look happy or at ease. It makes him go feral. He's biting the inside of his cheek, hands gripping his own thighs and he started sweating. Why he's reacting like this to a simple gesture was a mystery but he doesn't want to find an answer to that.
He knows there's a way or two to get his demons at ease, and that's if you leave, or let him have a taste of you. But then he'll want more, and the only way to stop him then is if you let him be forever buried inside of you.
He's playing with his own feelings, he knows it, but something happened and it made him realize how much of a fool he is.
It happened accidentally, you tripped and were about to fall when he catch you. He is stupid tho, so he didn't balanced himself right and fell on top of you. He stood there, not being able to think about anything and just looked at you.
"Are you okay?" you asked, being concerned about anything you might have broke while falling.
He didn't said a thing, he looked at you with a blank expression.
Your eyes traveled from his face lower, trying to see if he's in pain. His arms looked alright, his upper body seemed perfectly fine, and well, you couldn't really see lower than his pelvis from the way he was positioned on you. So you looked up, trying to understand his face, the dark thing in his eyes that made it look like something was wrong.
"Choso?" you said his name, looking at his face in case he had hit his head. You raised one of your hands, grabbing his cheeks in it and turning his face to the sides, inspecting him further. "You look alright." you took your hand back, waiting for him to say something. But he didn't said a thing only making you feel smaller for a moment.
He was intimidating, and for a moment you actually forgot that he's a ferocious predator. Perhaps this was one of the side effects of being a hunter, feeling like tearing apart his prey and feast on you as fast as he could. Was this his way of calming himself? Was he holding back his urges to not do anything to you?
You gulped, feeling a bit scared at the thought of something happening to you. Pressing your legs together, you lowered you're, your back hitting the cold floor as you looked up at him, waiting for his next move.
His heart was beating at a normal pace, being at peace with himself as he was trying to feel more of you. You were terrified, the scent you gave off at the moment was sweeter than anything he felt before. Your rapid heartbeat only made him want to sink his body into yours. And the way you look at him? He's afraid he can't hold it for much longer.
He wasn't even thinking anymore, his head was empty as he got his body closer to yours, his cock hardly pressed against you. Lowering himself, towering over you to trap you in his arms as his face got closer to yours.
He inhaled, taking a good breath of your scent before he exhale. His cock pressed into you even harder, making you gasp at the feeling. His nose in your hair, taking another deep breath before he thrust forward, making some friction between the two of you.
He wasn't going to do anything more than this, he just wanted to feel you closer. And that's what he did. He let you go before taking another deep breath, looking down at you.
He didn't said a thing and got up, walking towards the front door, disappearing from there. He was strange, like, you couldn't understand him. Not now and not even later when he came back with something sweet in his hands.
He apologized, talking about how you had a sweet scent and how he couldn't control himself for a moment. It was the beast side inside of him, he didn't really mean it. Or did he? Well, he said that he personally didn't want to act up, so you must believe him, right?
A part of you understood the situation, the other side didn't really belied it because of how he looked at you. Even now, when you accidentally dropped something on the floor and he volunteered to pick it for you, looking up at you between his eyelashes with the same dark thing in his eyes. He never changes.
He was eating you, undressing you with his eyes and he didn't regret a thing. And you couldn't help but gulp, his actions being too obvious for anyone to think he was innocent.
It made your heart skip a beat, him not even trying to hide the fact that you gave him a boner. And yet, he still tried to be kind in his own way. But from the incident that happened today, you can't even look at him in the eyes.
It was bad, you knew it, but you were still thinking about it. The way his cock was feeling, bigger than anything you saw, rubbing right against your clothed pussy and he seemed to want more of you.
He said something about you have a sweet scent, perhaps it was that. Maybe that's why he was so obsessed with you for some unknown reasons.
You weren't thinking about anything at first, just being happy and thankful that someone let you stay for the night even if you broke into his house. But now? You really can't face him, thinking about his dick over and over again.
Did you wanted him? I mean, not really. You had better things to do and you wanted to go home and sleep in your own bed, but he did open the door to something you didn't know you had in you.
And now you couldn't help but look at him when he wasn't looking at you, feeling embarrassed and turning your face the other way just to look back at him later.
This was stupid, but now it got him thinking that you might feel the same way as he does. And maybe you're too shy to say it.
"Is everything alright?" he had to make a move or he'll die an idiot.
"Ah, well, you know.." you weren't sure what to say. "Thinking of what happened earlier." the way he changes is really strange, you never saw anything like that before.
"What about it?" he already apologized, even if he didn't mean a single word.
"Nothing, just thinking about it." it was definitely more if it got you still thinking about it. He was still thinking about it.
"What exactly are you thinking about?" you can't look at him, not when he looked like that at you.
"You know.." he doesn't know.
"I'm also thinking about it." he admitted it. He does? Because he doesn't look like he do.
"Really?" you said surprised.
"Yeah." he nodded. "You smell nice, you feel nice. It was really hard to get away from you." if he says so. "What about you?"
"Same here." you looked away, feeling your face heating up.
"Want to feel more?" he was really pushing his luck, but he doesn't want to die knowing he could have done something and he didn't do it.
"Huh?" did you heard him right?
"I'll let you touch me." oh. Wait what?
"Really?" you said, still not believing what you just heard.
"Yeah." he nodded. "Anywhere you want." your eyes traveled down without even thinking. "Even there." you gasped. "You don't have to let me do the same. It's more than enough for me if you do it." he said it with such a straight face.
"I don't know.."
"Do you want me to touch you instead?" because he will.
"It's not that. It's just.. you're sure?" never had he been more sure in his life.
"Yeah." he said and got closer to you. "Let's go in my room. There's more space there." space for what? But you didn't dared to ask out loud and followed him quietly. Looking at him sitting at the edge of the bed and looking at you.
He was just as quiet as you, watching you move closer to him, lowering yourself before him to be at the same level as him, making eye contact for a moment before you looked at his shirt. "Can I take it off?" he'll rip it off if you want him to.
He nodded, taking his shirt off as fast as possible, and then acting like he didn't had a shirt to begin with.
Your eyes traveled to his pants and he understood it immediately, waisting no time in taking it off and leaving him with nothing on him.
You were still surprised, you knew he was big, but to be even bigger under the clothes. He looked like a complete another person.
"Is it alright to touch?" he nodded, still not daring to say a word and only looked at you. You placed your hand on his abs, feeling his hot skin for a moment before you moved your hand somewhere else.
You went higher, going to his chest and squeeze it lightly before you travel lower, to his lower stomach and then even lower, looking up at him for a moment before you took his dick in your hand, strock it softly.
He sighed, hands on both of his sides as he didn't dared to do anything. He'll let you find your own pace, whatever you're happy with he's happy with. But man, your hand was so much softer than him, and at this point you might be even warmer than him.
Your hand went up and down, listening to the soft huffs he lets out.
But then you stopped, getting up and getting on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in. Your face getting closer to his and you smiled before your lips finally touched. His hands going on your sides, holding you in place as you were still kissing.
His lips were soft, happy to be against yours and taking what you gave him. Enjoying the fact that he wasn't as delusional as he thought he would be.
His hands went under your shirt, forgetting that he said he wouldn't do anything, going with his hands up to grab your breasts since he been dying to do that ever since he first saw you.
It was so much softer than he imagined, it fits perfectly in his hand and he wants to hold it for the rest of his life. Suffocate him with your boobs and he'll say thank you, might even ask to do it again.
His hips moved on their own, grinding against you and moaning in your mouth, pressing his cock harder against you as you kepts kissing.
"Take it off." he moaned, wanting to see what's underneath all your clothes. "Let me touch you more." he helped you get your clothes off in a hurry, now back on top of him and kissing once again.
It was so much better when nothing was in the way, just skin against skin and enjoying the warmth each other gave.
He pushed you in bed, on your back before he got his head in between your legs, holding back a sinful moan just by looking at your pretty pussy. He got his face closer to you, placing a kiss on your inner thigh before placing one on your pussy, looking up at you to see if he can go further. "You smell so sweet, I can't help it." he wasn't lying, you got him drooling and forgetting his own words.
He placed a kiss on your clit before he started to lick it, moving one of his thumbs on it and circle it slowly, still placing a kiss on it from time to time before he finally inserted two fingers inside of you.
Pumping it slowly, his mouth on your clit as he started making out with it, too lost in the way you taste to realize that he really is taking his time with you. So slowly it was just painfully at this point.
But he started moving his hand, and he didn't stopped until he saw you coming. And even then he kept going until you came down to your senses.
You dragged him into bed, making him sit down as you got back in his lap, holding his dick with one hand before you got him inside of you. Both of you groaned at the feeling, it was so good it made you wander why you didn't do it earlier.
He moved his hands on your hips, helping you move with more ease before wrapping his mouth around one of your breasts, sucking on it before he moved his mouth on a surface where he could leave his mark on it. Biting your shoulder and sucking on it, then moving to another side and did the same thing. He enjoyed this, being able to hold and play with your chest as you kept moving on him.
"Just like that." he moaned, drunk on the way your body felt around him.
And you kept on moving, not longer after that coming again, this time with him following your lead and painting your insides white.
You stood there, trying to catch your breath with your arms around him as he was still processing what just happened. Then, he flipped you over, now being on your back as he pushed the head of his cock inside of you.
He looked right into your eyes, going deeper and deeper until he got all the way in. Lowering himself to be able to feel you better, his face now right against yours. Your lips tastes so good, can you blame him that he wants to kiss you forever?
And the way your walls hugs him, oh, he really doesn't want to let go. He wants you in his arms, to have you there for as long as he lives. But fuck, he doesn't know how much he can keep going because of how good you feel.
You moaned, your nails into his back and leaving red marks on him, you were so close that it wasn't even funny. And from how it looks, he was just about to cum too.
"Why don't you stay here tomorrow as well?" he asked, balls deep inside of you.
"I'll think about it." you couldn't even think of an answer to give him.
"Come on, stay. I'll make you feel good." he whined, thrusting deep, hitting that one spot hard. In response, you moaned loudly, you couldn't even think of what to say. "I'll do it as many times as you want." he tried to bribe you. "You want to feel good, don't you?"
"Alright, yes." you said without even thinking making him to kiss you before both of you came, holding you in his arms for the rest of that day. And not letting you go tomorrow as well.
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its-all-papaya · 3 days ago
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trick or treat!!!!
come trick or treating!!
for you... a sequel idea/snippet ! carlando podium (and subsequent carlando Obscenely Husbandly Behavior) in mexico made me think the devil in me thoughts...
Lando is drunk when he returns - a little louder than he usually is, knocking into Oscar's suitcase with his toe and hissing "fuck" under his breath where he usually probably wouldn't.
His shoes hit the carpet with two separate thumps. He giggles at something quietly, phone screen lighting up the room Oscar'd made deliberately dark when he'd arrived back from the track. Still half asleep, Oscar watches through slitted eyes as Lando struggles out of his top and tosses it towards the arm chair for one of them to deal with in the morning. Him, probably. Lando's not sloppy, but he'd been dehydrated enough before dinner that his hangover is going to be a bitch long about their wake-up call at ten in the morning regardless.
The bathroom light goes on only a second before the door shuts, but Oscar gets enough of Lando's back, muscles shifting with the stretch of his shoulders, to reignite the spark from earlier. From the moments after they'd filmed, before Lando had run off, when Oscar had pressed him into the doorway and spread his hand all the way across Lando's fireproofs, still damp with podium champagne. And from the moments even later, when he'd tapped through Lando's private instagram story. And Carlos'.
The shower runs. One complaint from Oscar in Miami about sweat and club grime in the bed had taught Lando his lesson about that. Enough minutes tick by tonight, though, that Oscar begins to wonder which one of them Lando's doing it for. Afterparties always key him up that way, blowing his pupils out and sticking him to Oscar's back in bed even when he's not drunk or on anything. Going out always puts him in that mood, but Oscar's one mental loop of Carlos' face from crawling out of bed and right into the shower anyway. Like tonight's any different.
He writes the thoughts off as sleepy irrationality and forces his mind blank against the white noise of running water. By the time it cuts, he's been in and out enough that time is fuzzy; he can't be sure whether it had gone long enough for Lando to accomplish anything other than a quick rinse.
He smells neutral, like lemon hotel soap, when he slips under the covers and plasters himself to Oscar's side. And he's damp, still, like he hadn't really bothered to towel off much.
And naked.
His lips are hot when they land at Oscar's shoulder, his palm broad and warm when it slips across the dip of Oscar's spine where it's peeking out above the hotel duvet.
"Have fun?" Oscar mumbles into his pillow. It comes out muffled, slurred, like he's the one who'd been downing Ferrari-red shots less than ninety minutes back.
He can feel the way Lando's lips curve against his skin, "Knew you were awake."
"Wasn't."
"Are now."
Lando's half-hard against his thigh, shifting his hips in lazy little movements. If Oscar ignored him, he's probably not too far gone to roll over and sleep himself.
Oscar drags in one last lungful of warm air from his pillow, then turns onto his side, face-to-face with Lando and his cheeky, hazy grin.
"Because you woke me," he argues back lazily.
"You weren't that asleep," Lando's cheeks are still flushed from his shower and his teeth glint in the alarm-clock's light when he speaks, sharp, "You were watching Instagram stories forty-five minutes ago."
Oscar forces his face to hold shape.
"You check your story views?"
Lando's smirk turns delighted. Oscar gets the feeling he's stepped directly into a trap he hadn't known was being laid.
"Wasn't my story."
Oscar's next inhale catches halfway down his throat as his brain whites out at the implications. When he's somewhere between picturing Lando's chin tucked over Carlos' shoulder and trying not to do just that, he's interrupted with lips under his own jaw and five fingers spanning the entire length of his neck, shoulder to ear.
"You like watching?" Lando asks against his adam's apple.
It all plays back behind Oscar's eyes like a stop motion: podium, Carlos' arms out, hands clasped, heads bent together, smiles and shots and a dozen different arms around Lando's shoulders, mumbling happy Spanish into his ears until his grin broke broad and genuine. Oscar knows what they are, Carlos and Lando. But the spark in Lando's eyes when he tilts Oscar's chin back down with his finger and thumb says Lando knows what Oscar is, too.
Oscar hooks his hand behind Lando's knee and drags him closer until their hips are aligned, Lando's leg over Oscar's hip.
"You like being watched?" he whispers against Lando's mouth.
The first roll of their cocks together forces Lando's breath out in a hot rush across Oscar's lips. He threads his fingers into the back of Oscar's hair and kisses him long and deep, tongue so far in Oscar's mouth that Oscar swears he can taste the last of the tequila from Carlos' final story.
When they separate, Lando's eyes are all pupil, lips slick, hand tight around Oscar's nape.
"I like how you get when you're jealous."
Oscar presses his hips forward another time. His protest never comes.
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totallynotashieldagent · 1 day ago
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Kinktober 2024 - Aftercare
Pairing: Satoru Gojo/Reader
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Satoru was spent. And that was putting it lightly. You pressed a gentle kiss against his temple and slowly undid the shibari ropes at his wrists. 
“Toru?” You said softly, “Can you sit up a little?” You helped him raise his head a little, “Slow sips, okay?” You tipped the cold glass of water to his lips. “Good-” You praised when he drank the water slowly. 
Satoru lay back down against the plush mattress and pillows. A sigh left him as his muscles slowly relaxed. There were marks of the binding rope on his wrists and you gently applied the soothing balm on it. 
He was boneless and his eyes were still glassy. It didn’t even register to him when you moved away from the bed to bring back a warm washcloth. 
“Let me know if it hurts.” You caressed his cheek, waiting for him to nod before you started to wipe him clean. 
His stomach and thighs were coated with his cum mixed with your juices. Your legs were sore from riding him but you knew you needed to take care of him before anything else. It took three washcloths to make him fully clean and you sat for a moment to catch your breath. 
“Thanks…” Satoru curled up behind you, his head snaking into your lap whilst his body was in a C shape around your back. 
“You okay, baby?” You yawned, scratching his scalp lightly. He nodded a little, a soft smile on his face. 
“Always make me feel so good.” He whispered against your thigh. His eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips. 
The mighty powerful Satoru Gojo. Putty in your hands. The way he’d beg for you, and the way only you understood him. How easily he would give up everything for you. Allow you to bind him so he wasn’t powerful anymore. Just human. Just yours. 
“Does it hurt anywhere?” You asked softly. He hummed a little. “Where?” 
“Everywhere… feels so… so…” He yawned, words getting lost in his exhale. 
“Satoru?” You urged him to give you a body inventory. 
“It’s a good hurt.” He murmured. “Don’t worry. It was good- I needed it.” 
You nodded again. It was true. He did need this. The absolute surrender of himself, to feel like he was more than just a sorcerer, to feel pleasure until it turned into pain. 
“Can you stand?” You nudged him a little. “Come on. You gotta pee. I’ll draw you a bath too.” 
Satoru whined but complied. You helped him to the bathroom so he could pee and while he sat on the toilet, folded over, his arms resting on his knees and his head on his arms, you filled the tub with hot water and scented oils. 
The aftermath was always so… slow and tiring. Make sure that both of you were okay. That he wasn’t in pain or discomfort- That he hadn’t pushed you for more than you were okay with. It was a constant looking at one another, silently assuring each other you did so good and making each other comfortable. 
Once Satoru slumped into the water with a groan, he relaxed fully. He made grabby hands at you but you told him to wait. 
You went back into the bedroom to clean and put away everything that had been used. The shibari binds that were covered with markings to cancel out his cursed techniques. The toys used and the soiled sheets. 
He called out for you again and you went to him after a few minutes. 
“I was just cleaning up-” You said softly, sitting at the edge of the tub with a wince. Even your pussy was downright sore. 
“Get in the water?” He looked up, his azure eyes casting a soft halo around his face. 
“Let me order some food then I’ll come.” You assured him. 
Satoru pouted but his hunger won over his need for you to be in his arms. His face was pressed against the porcelain of the tub as he watched you scroll through your phone to order something. 
You put your phone on the sink and slipped into the tub with a sigh. 
“You okay?” You asked him again, “Was it-”
“I’m good.” He smiled, pulling you into his arms. His chest pressed against your back and he leaned his forehead to your shoulder with a soft breath. “Are you okay? I was- I asked for a lot, today-” 
“You needed it…” Your hands run over his arms, caressing the wrists where he was bound. 
“Did I push more than-” The words hung in the air. 
“No- No we’re okay-” You assured him and he went even more limp against your back. 
You leaned into him as he put all his weight on you. The bathroom was quiet. Just the small sounds of you two breathing and the movement of water. 
“Thank you.” Satoru pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder. “I felt like I was losing my mind before our scene. Everything was-” He let out a deep exhale, “Thank you. For being mine.” 
“Always.” You craned your neck to kiss the top of his hair. The bright white was a contrast to his post-Shibuya marred skin. His eyes looked so exhausted but he had a light smile on his lips as he looked up at you. 
“This- The after- It means everything to me-” He whispered, his eyes full of affection and adoration. “You make it worth being me.” 
Kinktober 2024.
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suguwu · 7 hours ago
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not to be back on my kita + the supernatural bullshit but—
kita who seeds a paddy that grows too well. the shoots come up early, verdant in the thin layer of murky water. there's something strange about the shape of it—some parts grow better than others—but there's no doubt it's growing, all while the other paddies lie dormant.
it grows, and grows, and grows.
and then one day, you're there.
the plants are to your waist, a sweet, soft green. they're starting to go golden at the tips, the panicles waving in the wind, nature's chandelier.
you stare at kita, bathed in sunlight.
"hello," he says.
you incline your head, but make no noise. he steps forward, and you step back. he halts.
"i won't hurt you," he says gently.
you turn around. you head into the thickest part of the paddy, where green and gold shimmer, rippling in the spring breeze. you glance over your shoulder at kita before you sink down amid the plants.
kita already knows, but he follows.
you're not there.
the rice peaks a few days later, midas-touched. he harvests quickly, his fingers kind against the stalks, his knife sharp enough to make clean cuts.
when the harvest is finished, he digs.
he's careful with it. methodical. he uses his hands instead of a spade.
the skull is not a surprise.
when he leaves the paddy to call the authorities, he sees you again, standing in the murky water, the hem of your pants soaked through.
he inclines his head.
you smile.
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literaryvein-reblogs · 3 days ago
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Writing Reference: Gem Formation
Most gems form naturally as minerals within the Earth.
Most form as crystals, solids whose atoms are arranged in highly ordered repeating patterns called crystal systems.
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TRADITIONALLY, we were taught there are 3 kinds of rock formation processes:
Igneous rocks - are created with heat, deep within the Earth.
Metamorphic rocks - form when heat and pressure conditions change existing minerals into something new.
Sedimentary rocks - form from deposits of sediment.
TODAY, geologists prefer to describe rock formation as involving 4 processes:
Molten rock and associated fluids
Environmental changes
Surface water
Gem formation in the Earth's mantle
Technically, gems rarely form in the Earth's magma itself.
Rather, they form from fluids that escape from it, such as gems from hydrothermal deposits and pegmatites.
Diamond Crystallization
Diamonds crystallize at temperatures higher than other minerals.
Scientists now believe that most diamonds may form in the magma, near the Earth's crust where it's the coolest.
If true, this also means that conditions for diamond crystallization are the most common underground.
Diamonds may actually be the most plentiful crystals in the Earth.
They just aren't the easiest to reach.
How Diamonds Reach the Surface:
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A magma pocket comes in contact with a weak area in the crust.
A quick explosion results, carrying diamond-bearing magma to the surface. During the eruption, a cone builds on the surface.
The carrot-shaped pipe eventually cools.
The cone quickly erodes away (geologically speaking), leaving the diamond-bearing earth where people can reach it.
How Mountain Building and Erosion Bring Gems to the Surface:
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Over vast periods of time, the movement of the continental plates causes mountains to rise. Then, years of weathering take down the mountain, leaving the gem deposits near the surface. This process takes many millions of years.
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jesswritesthat · 9 hours ago
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Kuroo Tetsurō: Crushed It
Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]
Summary: ~1.2k, fluff
• Graduation comes and goes, and you were hoping your crush went with it but you aren’t so lucky.
Warnings: None
A/N: Inspired by drawing below.
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Everyone knew that once you graduated, you were gone for good. Basically dead to the school from then on, bound to never return from the clutches of adulthood.
"Are you watching Senpai?" — Hah not from anywhere nearby they're not!
Kuroo Tetsurō and his fellow classmates had fallen victim to this most recently, most of whom successful graduates from Nekoma who'd go on to further their futures.
Now you were in third year and were extremely looking forward to a year free of your stupid crush on that annoying rooster head friend of yours. No more heart palpations, no more choking on your words, and no more teasing!
It was shaping up to to be most relieving, and peaceful year you’d ever had in Nekoma so far as continuing manager of the VBC. At least, it was until you heard that unmistakable hyena laughter echoing from the gymnasium. A vibration that you freezing in your tracks and quietly peering around the corner to find the originator laughing with his former teammates.
He's back?! What the hell?!
Now he wasn’t held back, he was too smart for that, and you hadn’t seen him once this year so he’d obviously came on a friendly visit. Unless he was a new apprentice coach?! No surely not, Kuroo would be too busy for that. Still, going through the possibilities stalled you enough to avoid him, waiting until he left through the opposing gym doors before making your presence known.
"Who were you talking to?" You’d asked Kenma and Lev, the pair looking to you with curious expression.
Yeah like you didn't already know that voice by heart.
"Kuroo came by." Kenma replied calmly, leaving you to falsify a hint of surprise.
"Oh really? No way, thought he'd be studying."
"He asked where you were y'know." Lev smugly added, smirk sent your way whilst you acted oblivious.
"Well I hope you told him I'm keeping up with my manager duties."
"No need, I said I wouldn’t leave until I saw everyone and that includes you (Y/n)." Lo and behold the conniving middle blocker returned, holding fresh waters no less - you should’ve known.
"What are you doing here?! Shouldn't you be doing university stuff or something?"
"I can't check in on my friends? I graduated, I didn't die." Kuroo shrugged haphazardly responding with his usual mirth, to which you muttered under your breath.
"Neither did the bedhead."
"Hey shut your mouth smartass!" You received a gentle shove before he spoke again. "Anyway, I'm glad to see you're all doing just fine. Not as good as if I was still around but you're doing your best."
"So modest~ We hope you’re doing well too, thanks for visiting us." It started sarcastically but was soon replaced with sincerity.
"I was kidding, keep up the effort and have fun. I'll be seeing you."
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Naturally, Kuroo didn't visit often. In fact it was quite rare considering he was as dedicated as ever to his goals, however you suspected Kenma saw him most outside of Nekoma High School.
When he did stop by though, aside from offering advice to the team and catching up with his former teammates, he made time to talk with you and work with you on strategies equipped with a snack. It meant that dumb crush of yours hadn't the opportunity to rest in peace like you'd hoped but it also demonstrated that your friendship had remained strong.
It was during a training match with Karasuno that you saw him again, yourself catching up with second years Hinata and Kageyama beside Kenma.
Of course, Nishinoya and Tanaka were determined to greet you as they usually did to any manager they found attractive.
“Nekomas’ manager!!!”
“Like a shining light blessing us from heaven!”
“Hey guys.”
You felt hands rest on your shoulders, but they sent far less tingles through your body than they wicked aura radiating off the person behind you.
"Oya? Glad to see you two country bumpkins haven't changed, but paws off our manager, got it?"
"You haven't either, still so vigilant with (L/n)." Nishinoya sighed hopelessly, folding his arms with a cute pout but Tanakas’ justification was more prominent.
"They’re not your manager anymore city boy!"
"Ah that's true, but I still have the privilege of seeing (Y/n) so I guess I'm the lucky one."
Of course you facepalmed, it was all in good fun but saying such things weren’t helping this harboured crush of yours.
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When hanging out at Kenmas’ household, you would occasionally see him then too. On the off chance you’d all spend time together like you used to, and this evening was one of those days. As usual you went to leave first considering you weren’t neighbours but were surprised when Kuroo prepared himself too.
“Aren’t you staying?” You peered behind him to an observing Kenma, the half blonde merely smirking like he was in on whatever was going on here.
“I was going to walk you home, if that’s alright with you?”
Oh. Oh.
“Sure, but it’s a bit out of your way.”
“(Y/n) I know where you live, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.” He gave a deadpan expression at you, explaining like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“Alright, alright. If I die, Kenma you know who did it.” You issued a pleased grin to Kozume, who muttered under his breath.
“…couldn’t bring himself to… both crushes… oblivious idiots…”
Yourself and Kuroo snapped to him with varying degrees of offence and scrutiny, to which the gamer rolled his eyes and shut the door on you both leaving you to the thralls of the outside world.
“Tetsurō thanks for taking time out of your schedule to help the team and see us. We really appreciate it.” You’d casually spoken whilst walking, Kuroo with his hands buried in the pockets of his black hoodie.
“I still like volleyball, and our friends. It’d be weird not to see you all I guess.”
“Yeah but you didn’t have to walk me home, or bring me a snack during the practices you visit.”
“That’s different.” He’d said it with a lingering of further explanation, but you wittily replied nonetheless with a hand over your heart.
“Ah yes, bribing me to be a good manager for Nekoma. I will keep up my end of the bargain.”
“You better, I get you top quality snacks smartass.” Tetsurō playfully nudged you then, laughing a little before taking a more serious note. “But that’s not it. I just want to walk beside you for as long you’ll let me.”
There was a comforting silence, one that Kuroo only hoped conveyed the true meaning of that sentimental statement to you that’s he’d have no idea how to articulate more straightforwardly.
“Tetsurō are you saying…” You didn’t need to finish, he answered it for you.
“Yeah.”
“Then I hope you can keep up loser!” With that you stopped in front of him, palm held out with a challenging smile upon your features.
At least your stupid crush had a companion now.
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Bonus:
Of course, Kuroo made sure to visit during the Fukurōdani Academy Training Camp along with Bokuto. The two of them more than grateful to volunteer their volleyball expertise to fellow players.
When the third years of Karasunos’ team approached you this time, they were not expecting such a turn of events.
"(L/n)!! Have you considered transferring to Karasuno yet? We'd treat you like royalty, promise."
"Guys, you know I appreciate you but Nekoma is my home. I love my team." You politely dismissed, and your endearment only made their eyes sparkle brighter.
Until a pair of hands once more made purchase upon your shoulders with the taunting voice of Tetsurō following after.
"Our manager isn't going to abandon us no matter how many times you ask."
"Again, not your manager city boy!" Tanaka bit back, however it was immediate that they’d already lost by the scheming smirk upon Kuroos lips.
"Well saying my partner sounded a bit insensitive considering your single status." This time you received a kiss to your head, and you could feel the menace he sent their way without even looking at him. Crushes, who’d want them?
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kiame-sama · 2 days ago
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You discussed humanfuckers in the monster au recently and listed several characters who would be among the humanfucker ranks but I was surprised not to see Rook and Rollo on that list. I would have thought they'd be on that list as I can totally see them reading human erotica and 'appreciating' pornographic art of humans , maybe not on Trottr but perhaps published romance/erotica novels and classical style art pieces, perhaps even antique ones from when humans were still around. Also if Malleus is an honorary humanfucker for his interest in THE (his) human rather than just humans overall, wouldn't that mean most of the cast could be considered honorary humanfuckers too, if not right now then soon?
First part here:
Warnings; yandere, yandere behavior, mention of adult content, by selecting 'view more' you consent to view content and are of age to view content.
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Because Rollo and Rook are on their way into it quickly due to sparked interest, but they weren't obsessed over Humans before meeting The Human. Those listed prior were obsessed long before meeting a Human in the flesh.
Rollo, up until he actually meets The Last Human, sees it as demeaning the species as a whole to write such hedonistic trash. He wishes to emulate the Righteous Judge in any way he can and the Judge cherished Humans above everything, even his own life. Rollo sees it like someone is depicting his deities- who he devotes his life to work in the name of- as common whores. He could tell you everything on the written history of Humans and the Humans of Fleur City because he has devoted his own time to learning about Humans. He respects and honors the legacy of Humans in Twisted Wonderland.
His attitude switch towards suggestice works involving Humans is as abrupt and jarring as a flash of lightning when he finally meets the Human of Night Raven and suddenly he sees the appeal. He thought the depictions of Humans were beautiful whenever he saw them, but his more carnal interests only really hit him when he met one. Now he gets it. He will never admit to such vile thoughts, but he has far more than he would like.
Rollo is going to be in future chapters, don't worry.
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Rook is awakening into that role and idea. He really only saw Humans from a history standpoint, an end note to file away under mythical tales and long gone creatures. Sure, Human things exist all around him, but he likes to observe beauty in the moment. Why weep over what is long lost when there are beauties to observe here and now?
The Human of Night Raven is certainly now a beauty he can behold and marvel at. He is understanding the appeal and he is becoming more interested in learning all he can about these Humans. He is frustrated there is so little agreed upon when it comes to Humans. Human remains are so contested they can't even classify Humans in any official species. The popular theory is they are closest to pigs, hence the belief Humans shouldn't eat pork often. He thinks that's stupid, where are the pig ears and tails? The Boar variants of Minotaurs were very well known.
He is just falling down the rabbit hole, don't you worry. We will get to Rook's interest soon enough.
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Malleus is honorary compared to the others for a few reasons, first; he won't turn up his nose to such works- published works, he still is not fond of technology- but when he reads them, it is his Human he thinks of. Not all Humans or the idea of Humans. That one Human in particular that is part of his Hoard and belongs to him, that one right there. He mentally overwrites all details of the Human love interest in the piece with the details of his Human and replaces himself as the monster suitor. He often imagines his Human as a Dragon as well and the romance the two of you could share as Dragons.
Second; Humans and the truth of them are still as illusory to Malleus as the surface of the moon would be to a cow. According to Lilia, they all looked different and had varying skin tones and hair styles, even eye colors, some even had completely different instincts from others. His entire view of Humans as a whole is based on the idea that no Human is the same or even comparable.
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validfemale · 2 days ago
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𖥔 — protecting your peace like it's prada, 🧘🏾‍♀️୨୧.݁
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here’s the reality check: everything you experience is filtered through your own mind. that means the way you react to situations and people has way more to do with you than with them—and vice versa. people’s judgments, their opinions, and their issues? that’s all their baggage, not yours. protecting your peace is about knowing when to just not engage.
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♡ PEOPLE SEE YOU THROUGH THEIR OWN LENS!
everyone has their own mental filter shaped by subconscious beliefs, upbringing, past experiences, insecurities, etc. they project that filter onto everything, including you.
let’s say there’s a sweet, pretty girl, and people around her have decided that “pretty girls are always stuck-up.” they’ll find reasons to fit her into that narrative—even if she’s the nicest person ever. that’s on them, not on her.
bottom line: people’s opinions of you are just reflections of their own beliefs. if they think you’re “too much,” it’s because they’re “not enough.” if they think you’re “cold,” maybe they’re the one with warmth issues. don’t take their projections personally.
♡ PROTECT YOUR PEACE BY CHOOSING NOT TO CARE!
the second you take things personally, you give people power over your self-perception. if you let someone’s opinion of you become your own opinion of yourself, you’ve lost the game. people will say whatever they want, but if you know who you are, their opinions don’t stand a chance.
try this: the next time someone says something negative about you, ask yourself, “do i actually believe that?” if the answer’s no, let it roll right off. their judgments mean nothing if you’re solid in who you are.
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♡ YOU DECIDE THE FACTS ABOUT YOU!
you are the only one who defines you. no one else’s words, judgments, or assumptions get to override your own beliefs about yourself. own your narrative and make it fact. if someone tries to tell you otherwise, they’re just noise. remind yourself: “i’m the author here.”
journal exercise: create an “about me” page where you list out your truths. write down your strengths, your qualities, and the traits you’re manifesting. make them facts in your mind. if anyone tries to say otherwise? fact check them with confidence.
♡ ADOPT A ‘BE GENEROUS’ ATTITUDE (BUT MAKE IT SPICY)!
when people spew nonsense out of envy or insecurity, don’t even give them the satisfaction of a serious response. responding fuels their agenda. instead, either ignore them completely (because they don’t deserve your energy) or, if you’re feeling a little spicy, playfully agree and exaggerate their accusations to make them look ridiculous.
example: if someone tries to call you “self-centered,” laugh it off and say, “thank you, i’ve worked hard to be my own biggest fan.” let them know their words don’t faze you and that you’re unapologetically living in your truth.
♡ RECLAIM YOUR POWER BY STAYING UNBOTHERED!
people can’t throw you off if you decide to remain unshaken. make “unbothered” your default setting. if someone wants to drag you into their chaos, remember that your peace is your top-tier asset—more valuable than anything they’re bringing. reacting just wastes energy you could be using to thrive.
pro tip: visualize yourself surrounded by an invisible shield of peace. let negativity bounce off it, like water off a designer coat. you’re untouchable.
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aly4khq · 16 hours ago
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑/𝟑 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏: 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
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ꜱᴜᴍ: you're already married to a prince, the now king of Philos, but randomly something strange comes overnight, or should i say someone strange comes overnight.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: slight knife play, threesome, throat fucking, slight choking, arguing (xavier and rafayel over you), doggy, temperature play (fire)
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.1K — yay!
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ➛ check it!
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today was one of the best days of your life to be honest, the day where you and xavier — the prince of Philos — got married to each other. it was one of the biggest ceremonies to be celebrated in the palace you were in, and even your own mind was uncomfortable sitting on that big throne that you were now obliged to sit on.
the weight of being a queen was slowly but surely taking you out bit by bit. xavier's mother was making sure that you knew how to act like a queen 24/7. and his father, was even more harsh on him. always making sure that he would never betray his country for any silly reasons, and to always stand tall.
meanwhile, xavier is even happier than you, the ring on his finger made him grin every single time he saw it. he loved you, and would do anything for you. anyway, it's been a good few months as a queen and nothing could make you feel imperial.
"your majesty?" you jolted at the sight of a servant standing upon you, a tray of beverages in his hand. he was a sweetheart, and of course you treated them with respect.
you turned around in your kimono, the hem of the rich material just brushing your feet. "yes?" the servant before you smiled sheepishly before pushing the tray closer.
"would you like something to drink?" the tray was mixed of many drinks; water, sparkling water, juice, wine, and more. with a hum, your finger went to your chin, thinking. "i'd like to have a—"
a shadow slowly covered the highlight of the drinks before you, the servant's eyes widened. he bowed once again before speaking in a rushed tone. "your majesty! it's...your majesty?"
your eyebrow rose, before two hands gently wrapped around your waist, two familiar hands must i add. your body relaxed nearly instantly after you could feel the presence of xavier behind you.
you could feel him before you could hear him, "sorry to interrupt," his voice had an annoyed shift to it, it was obvious to you. your head turned to see his darkened eyes glaring straight at the servant. "but i need to talk to my wife."
his hands tightened around your waist as he put emphasis on his words. you let out a sigh as the servant nodded and bowed, only to rush off after being dismissed by xavier. you sighed, "what is it xavier?—"
"don't come to bed tonight, go to my old bedroom." his tone sent shivers down your spine, your body tending for what might happen next. "wha-" you took a sharp inhale, "what do you mean?"
"just do what i say. it's for your own good." he glared into your eyes, revealing a serious side of him before he disappeared into thin air, leaving you confused and scared. you looked, to your left, to your right and behind you before slowly taking off to his old bedroom like he said.
but once you arrived there, you felt a sense of unease. the room was isolated yes, since you two were sharing a room together. but there was a weird sensation that ran through your body when you went inside.
slowly, you lowered your body into the sheets of his old bed, instantly smelling a...weirdly familiar scent. 'just relax', you reassured yourself, 'it's just because it's not being used, you're fine.'
with a hum, you closed your sweet eyes and let sleep take you on. the last thing you saw was the shut doors, the drawer, the other pillows beside you and a dagger.
...a dagger? you shot up, seeing a weirdly shaped dagger on the pillow resting beside you. your body was up in a single second, rushing to the doors with fear. they swung open as you went to the old bedroom looking behind you to make sure there was no one watching.
you made it to the two decorated doors when you heard two voices...
'you need to leave, we spoke about this and i told you that we'll talk about this another day. stop barging in,'
'awh, but why? i think i've made myself happy in this fish tank of mine. and that sweet wife of yours, hoooh! she's a delight to deal with—'
'i dont even know if this is alright with her. what if she only wants one of us?'
'...you said you'd ask her! did you even speak to the woman about it?!'
'don't call her "the woman", she's a queen. a ruler, the mother of my future kids.'
'alright, fine, my bad, but honestly this is taking long xavier. i wanna have a taste of that...beautiful girl.'
"i know you do, i've heard it to much in the past few month—"
you stormed into the room, instantly seeing xavier standing by the dresser and another guy sitting on your bed. he was serious yet his grin appeared once he spotted you, his body standing. "xavier. what in the world...."
"i told you to go to the other bedroom..."
the man held the same dagger that was on the bed, the sharp edge with a pretty handle. the man himself was...not that bad to say the least, his magenta locks of hair, a tall build and wealthy tight clothing. to be honest, he didn't even seem like he was from Philos.
"ah, nice to meet you, your highness." he lowered his upper half into a bow, his hand reaching out. his soft gloves gently held your fingers as he kissed your hand in a formal manner. "i'm rafayel," he stood up as you tried to back off, only for his grip to tighten a little. "woah there, don't worry, i'm not gonna do anything to you."
you narrowed your eyes at him as he shrugged, "well not yet."
"alright! that's it, what is he doing here xavier? in our bedroom?" you snatched your hand back, feeling a sudden sense of annoyance due to the random extra presence in a place you were mentally attached too. your eyes glared him down as his hand lifted in surrender.
"wow, why so tough cutie? i'm just here for a little...favour." you scoffed, "who is your cutie?!" your hand went out, slapping his chest hard as he let out a yelp, holding his chest dramatically. his mouth moving to a pout, yours doing the same. your hands crossed, your body turned to the side. "hey! what was that for?"
"mr invader, i'm the queen, not some random chick you'd find on the road! test me with at least some respect!" your tone was petty but you didn't expect his to be the same, his hands on his hips in a confused and bratty manner. "i did!"
"no you didn't !"
"yes i did!"
"nuh uh!!"
"yuh huh!!"
xavier scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "absolute idiot." he thought deeply, 'how will we even discuss this?'
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who knew that you'd end up being fucked by that same man who you barely even knew, his dick long inside of your ass. xavier, meanwhile, was in your mouth, his thick cock stretching open your mouth with swear dripping down your cheeks. the pleasure overwhelming to deal with.
your undergarments were still indeed on, your lace thong pulled to the curve of your asscheek by rafayel. your bra handing on by one strap, xavier's hand gently playing with your breasts, caressing and squeezing the flesh whenever your teeth just barely grace over his sensitive length. he hissed, groaning after.
"shit!—you're so fucking tight..." rafayel yelled out from behind you, his hand pushing on your lower back to make you arch more into the mattress. your face pressed into the base of xavier's dick, his grin making you even more pissed off. "how cute...sucking me off like the good queen you are."
rafayel's hand wrapped around your nape, pushing you deeper onto xavier's cock as you chocked on the sheer length of him. your eyes opened sharply, groaning at the sudden increase of fullness in your mouth. "she has a good ass xavier." rafayel laughed, his eyes gazed down at the curve of your ass rippling against his pelvis at every thrust he gives you. that comment brought slight pleasure to your pussy, the walls of your cunt clenched around nothing, yet it definitely didn't have the same effect on xavier.
"don't get too mesmerised, at the end of the day she's mine." his tone was somehow deeper, a warning embedded in that sentence. at that statement, rafayel's hips slammed harder into your rear, his dick reaching places that you never thought were possible. your hands grasping the bedsheets in an iron grip from the intense pleasure, "mhhm!!"
"oh really? yet my dick is making her his stupid," he argued back, his hand holding your right ass cheek roughly and spreading your cheek to see your hole press onto his length. his grin growing.
"yes really, because you'll never have the luxury of being in her sweet pussy of hers huh? and i can tell you, it's the best part of my weekly meal." xavier's blunt words made you crumble, your body falling down as your hand slowly gave up, just as you forcefully fell onto xavier, rafayel pushed deep inside of your ass, his crotch pushing agaisnt your flesh with a delicious sting.
"don't challenge me xavier," you tensed at the feeling of a fast orgasm approaching, yet these two were still arguing of whatsoever. "or what? i'm a leader, if it wasn't for me, you'd be doing some other chick of beating your hand."
you tried to overcome the sudden urge to move from his dick when xavier lifted your head, his has terrifying. "tell me, who do you belong to?" his eyes went o rafayel for a second as he spoke, "me or rafayel?"
the tension shifted, to a more playful one, your eyes narrowed as you shook your head no. his eyebrow rose, "neither?" you heard rafayel let out a hearty chuckle before slamming into you harder and harder. harsh slaps of skin echoing. "neither huh? how cocky,"
but, you instantly shot uk when you felt a sharp fiery pain in the side of your thigh, the burning pain was there for a second before turning into pleasure. gazing down, there was a finger that had a little flame at the end, tracing letters into your right hip. you soon made out the words to be 'rafayel'.
another sensation came up, sharp swipes. the beaming light that came every slash was obviously xavier, a little dagger in his hand as he carved a word into the top curve of your ass down to your hip. 'xavier.' he wasn't playing around. "you belong to us now? it's marked on you so you can't forget it."
you nodded with a moan, your mouth revealing itself from xavier's dick slowly. rafayel's thrust began to get sloppy as he let out a few hisses and whimpers. his hands rubbing down your back comfortingly, "come on...give it to me sweets." xavier ruffled your hair as he thrusted up into your mouth gently, replying in the same tone. "take it baby, and i don't wanna see you spit it out."
like in sync, both xavier and rafayel released into your two holes, your mouth taking in xavier's cum whilst rafayel came inside of your ass. "good...that a good girl." only seconds following, you came, making a mess of the rich sheets below you.
xavier's dick slid from your mouth, your hand rubbing your throat, rafayel still finding happiness deep in your hole. "just rest, take deep breaths." you nodded slowly, resting the side of your head on the mattress, that's when he finally pulled out, admiring the cum that flew from your ass.
you collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted from all of those events. you voice was horse as you murmured joyfully, "thank you...thank you." sadly, you didn't even have time to see what they did after when you let yourself sleep. your soft snores filling the two men's ears.
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when you woke up, xavier was beside you, sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped around your torso. your head tucked into his neck as the sunset's rays gently hit his and your face. he was so beautiful, and calming when he slept.
but every thought you had in your brain, the events of last night overtook them all. how did a single night with an intruder and your husband manage to make you feel this way.
...xavier wouldn't mind having rafayel back, right?
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date made: 9-13/10/24
© aly4khq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work.
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ansxit · 2 days ago
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Like the Ocean
[Katsuki Bakugo x Reader]
a/n} to be cringe is to be free and we can thank my roommate for getting me back into bnha
(Also!! Please reblog + like!! It would really mean a lot to me !! <3)
Prologue
- [ Y/n L/n - Quirk: Water, She can manipulate any amount of water through the different states of matter and bend it to her will. She appears to have no limit to how much she can move ]
(Y/n) always wanted to become a hero. She had been training for it ever since she was young. Her quirk sounds simple but can be very dangerous, and when in use it takes constant focus to command it. Ever since an incident in her childhood, she has lost the easy control of her quirk she once had. Despite it all, she remains hopeful that she can grow to be a powerful Pro-Hero. Nothing will stand in her way.
Except, something does.
Someone by the name of Katsuki Bakugo.
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"That's why you'll never beat me, I'm leagues ahead of you."
"Says the boy who's scared of some rain."
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TW] None
~Prologue~
The crashing waves along the shoreline did little to quell her nerves. The sand shifted underfoot as the girl raised her arms in a lax fashion. She could feel the ocean calling out to her, steadily eating away at the shore that divided them.
(Y/n) waved her wrists in the air, like some kind of bizarre dance. The water responded, eagerly following her movements, drinking in the commands. She could feel the cold settling into her limbs as the ocean reached out to her as they joined together.
Every night was ritualistic; She and the ocean would dance together, her anxiety would melt away as the water carried her, combining their strengths until she gathered a real hold over it. As she felt more confident in the sand, the water rose in front of her, taking shape as she moved. The cold of the night traveled through her arms when she pictured a tundra splitting the water, manipulating the floating water into thin icicles.
They dropped to the sand as she coerced the water, before raising her left arm to pick the ice back up. Icicles were trickier than normal water, her movements had to become frigid rather than fluid in order to properly control the shards around her. Ice didn't conform the way the water did, and trying to control water and ice at the same time was incredibly difficult.
The girl remembered what her parents had taught her when she was young: That water, no matter the phase, bends to her command. She only needs to take charge of it— however the girl begged to disagree.
The truth is that it worked the other way around; The water controlled the girl. It gave her a piece of its power when she was a toddler and she must treat it like it's equal, or else the waves would swallow her whole and she would drown within its grasp. Her only goals could be feigning control as she utilized her gift. Her only concerns were of the ocean that commanded her.
(Y/n) gracefully threw her arms into the air, pulling a giant section of the ocean to move with her and ripping it from the shore. The dark water hovered over her, refracting the moonlight to shine on her face. She bent her legs and swayed her arms, pushing the water through the air before finally launching it up.
She summoned the cold from deep within her chest, letting out a cry as she cupped her hands together, forcing the water into powdery clumps of snow. Snow was hard to summon, not quite water, not quite ice. One of the many inbetweens she had to practice. She had to get better. If she couldn't master her quirk then she had no hope to survive at UA.
As the snow gently fell, she absent mindedly snagged some droplets and swirled them around her. She got in on recommendation, of course, her parents would accept nothing less of her. However, she felt unfit.
She had stormed ahead of the competition at the recommendation exams, scoring third overall. But after hearing about the regular entrance exams, she felt cheated out of proving herself. The others with violent quirks had a better chance to make it in the world; Pro-Hero's may be known for saving people, but their power is what many people fixate on. Besides, there's a big difference between knowing how someone's quirk works and seeing it in action against a villain.
It was so unfair; She had an amazing quirk. She could move the ocean if she wanted to. The depths of it called out to her, she could feel it in her bones. She could freeze around all of Japan, create a never ending storm or rid the clouds completely. She just needed to prove herself, she needed to show them—
With a strangled cry (Y/n) slammed her hands into the sand, crystallizing a wall of ice that sprouted from the shoreline. Its jagged edges shimmered in the moon’s light. Dangerous, deadly.
As she exhaled, her breath fogged against the wall crystallizing as it moved up into the sky. her hands had become buried in the ice, but the cold was little shock to her. Rigorous training had kept her from hypothermia and frostbite, making her quirk easier to control.
Her quirk could be deadly when out of control, especially by the ocean. It was like a match with dynamite. One small reaction could flatten a mountain, or level a town. Hero's don't lose control, hero's don't fail.
The girl summoned her cold once again, picturing the ice melting into nothing. Slowly but surely, it began to evaporate leaving the trace of warmth into the air as it dissipated. The crashing of the waves brought her back to reality.
(Y/n) let out a sigh as she finally let the fatigue settle in. She walked over to a simple stone and looked at her phone, the time reading 23:39. As she stuffed it into her pocket, she began to stretch out, distressing from the power she had built up. Her arms would constantly cramp from overuse of her quirk when she was younger. The only reason she could think was because the water in her body desperately fought to stay in tune with the water she controlled. It was the same numbness after walking off of a treadmill, or standing for the first time in hours. Either way, stretching was the only way to remedy the soreness of the next morning.
Slowly she worked the knots out of her body, stretching each limb appropriately. Her parents probably wouldn't be happy she was staying out so late, especially the night before her first day…
‘Whatever’ She thought, wincing as her joints popped. ‘They're the ones always yelling about how I need to train more. Mom’s always saying I need better control anyways.’
With a final stretch, she raised her arms high and the tide finally receded from her feet, retreating to the usual waters edge. She smiled as little crabs scuttled after the shore, seeking shelter from the exposed air. As the remaining moisture receded into the sand, she pondered the question that beat in her heart and rang through her mind.
Can I still become a hero?
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Disabled monster who asks you to join them for physical therapy, because they're curious about how a human with different anatomy than them would do it
Disabled monster who can't open their med bottles because of their big claws, so they ask you for help
Disabled monster who uses their long tail as a makeshift cane, and loves to lean onto you when they need additional walking support
Disabled werewolf who can't see color, so they ask you for help with picking out the best color for their mobility aid
Blind monster that loves to touch your body with their sensitive tendrils and appreciate its shape, and to hear the sound of your voice
Burn survivor monster who trusts nobody but you to help them with burn care on the parts of their body where their scales have been scarred over
Sirens with chronic pain who love to hear you sing to them to comfort and distract them when they're having a flair up
Deaf/HoH monster who is excited to teach you all the signs in their language (and patiently work you through them when you have a hard time replicating them, since they have so much more limbs than you do)
Monster with dwarfism who is part of a very large species who are often too big to safely interact with humans. But since they have dwarfism, they are just the right size to cuddle with you
Monster with a facial or body difference who is happy to find a human who doesn't judge people based on their looks, and likes that you find them pretty
Monster with a gastrointestinal condition who is over the moon when they found out that you researched their specific species' diet habits so you could cook them something they could eat with minimal problems
Merperson with a limb difference whose tail is too small or weak to swim, but enjoys cuddling in the shallow end of the water with you
Monster with prosthetic wings who asks you to help them put them on, and likes to have someone there to vent to when the prosthetics start feeling uncomfortable after wearing them for a while or on hot/cold days
(If any physiodivergent people have more ideas for disabled monsters, feel free to add on!)
[disclaimer: this is meant to be disabled positivity for other disabled monster lovers who want to see monsters like them. although this post is SFW, my blog is is not, so i'd rather minors not interact. also if anyone in the notes is ableist i'll bite you to death (this includes able-bodied people fetishizing/being creepy about disabilities such as tagging this with shit like "[x disability] fetish")]
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