#try to make a male dwarf in there that comes from your mind and is not just simply a bg3 playthrough dwarf

[vampirian]

dnd life would be a whole lot easier if i could draw the blorbos in my head instead of having to rely on character creators online/in games but unfortunately i have the artistic skills of a high schooler struggling to make it through art class which means you will be able to tell what i WANT to draw if it's just about me simply drawing sth like in gartic phone or activity or other drawing related games and i can like make birthday and christmas cards for my friends with a lot of help like tracing and collage type of things but anything more elaborate and drawing ideas from my mind is simply not feasible

[mv1simp]

my constant thought about max is him and virgin reader where r is saving herself for marriage and for her husband but max convinces her that doing anal means she’ll stay a virgin <33

Anon YOU EVEN MADE ME BLUSHH 🤭🤭🤭 do u know how hard that is. got me kickin and gigglin an shit, here u go u filthy animal keep the requests coming 🫶

Low Life ♥️

Max Verstappen x Horner! Reader

I been on the molly and ‘em xans with your daughter, if she catch me cheatin’ I won’t ever tell her sorry

Mad Max is back in full force with the poor Redbull strategy this season - and his boss, Christian Horner, doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it. Guess Max will just have to find some other way to get his revenge and relieve his stress…starting with his boss’s precious, spoiled daughter.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, innocent virgin!reader, who’s also a spoiled brat lol, dark! Max, blackmail, coercion, filming, VERY dubcon, anal, size kink, dom/sub, bimbofication, religious themes, EVERYTIME I WRITE A DARK MAX FIC IT KEEPS GETTING MORE NASTY GODDAMN, 5.2k WC

To say Max was pent up with rage would be an understatement. After dedicating himself tirelessly and dominating the track since his debut, the Redbull team had disappointed him this season with their pisspoor car and even poorer strategy. And to top it off, his boss was now making comments to the media about how he needed to spend less time on the sim rig the night before a race, making Max scoff. As if Horner knew more about winning a race than a 3 time world champion, Max thought angrily, yanking off his helmet as he stormed straight to his boss's office to give him a piece of his mind after another disappointing P3 finish.

Horner was having none of it, though, telling Max some bullshit about how the team needed to have a united front blah blah blah. Max has already tuned him out, cause what the fuck does he mean the team - he was the one bringing home the results every weekend, and anyone who tried to say otherwise just needed to look at the track record of Max completely dominating his teammates in equal machinery. God, he hadn’t gotten this mad in a long time, so he excuses himself rudely as he can tell he’s about to wreck something if he has to hear another one of Horner’s excuses. He wrenches open the office door just to have you stumble straight into his firm chest as you try to enter it.

You, Christian’s Horner’s daughter from his first wedding, freshly graduated from some private all girls college. He’d met you 3 months ago while you were trotting about like the spoiled little brat you undoubtedly were. No job, just using your degree as decor while you used your daddy’s fame to find yourself a rich man to spread your legs for, he had speculated, knowing just your type.

And it irritated him to no end that you looked the picture of innocence, an angelic figure in your white minidress and kitten heels and wide doe eyes, with a matching purity ring and all - even though your pretty tits and fat ass were openly ogled by many a male staff member. Max himself had to readjust his pants a few times when he’d seen you bend over.

He’d assumed you’d try to sink your gold digging claws into him soon enough, wanting some of his multimillionaire status for yourself, but you’d surprised him by skittishly avoiding him, almost looking a little scared, which he found amusing. He supposed he did dwarf your 5 foot frame though, and you had all the aura of a sweet little lamb compared to the Dutch lion. You’d surprised him again last month, when you’d introduced your dad to your pick of a first boyfriend - Tim, a docile looking, short guy who was a lowly new hire in the F4 reserve category. Too far down in the rankings to do any real benefit to your status. Conveniently, though, Tim’s father happened to own a software development app that was currently in the process of a $3 million acquisition deal. Chump change to someone like Max, but like he said, he knew your type, didn’t he?

But he’d been most surprised when he’d overheard moaning one night when he’d stayed late in the garage - and had pervily gone to investigate down the abandoned hallway and into one of the empty rooms - only to get an instant hard on at the sight of you on your knees, dress pulled down to your waist and those delicious tits out on display. So entranced by the angelic vision, Max hadn’t even noticed your loser boyfriend - till a scowl appeared on your pretty face as Tim furiously jerked his tiny dick off in front of you. He was panting and whining, sweat running down his face as he pathetically begged please, please can i touch your boobs-

You were no scared little lamb now as you snapped at him viciously. No! I told you, only looking and no touching! I promised daddy I would stay pure for my husband- Eww! Oh my god, what is that?

You’d been cut off as your boyfriend came, his small, clear load weakly spurting past his fist so that only a couple of drops landed on your caramel skin. Max had thought you’d been lying about the purity bullshit, just wanting an excuse to avoid Tim’s touch - but his eyes narrowed at your look of disgust at your boyfriend’s dick, and the genuinely puzzled expression on your face as you tried to figure out what the clear fluid that landed on you was - making the impressive semi he still rocked twitch, despite your pathetic boyfriend ruining his show. Interesting, you were still a virgin, huh?

Sure, you’d piqued his interest then, but he ignored you now as you stumble back from his hard chest, wide brown doe eyes blinking up at him. He’s still furious with Horner and starts to move past you but your aggravating father perks up, asking if you could show Max where his new drivers' room was in the refurbished wing, so that he could cool down and destress in peace after today’s race. Of course, daddy, you responded sweetly, making Max’s cock stir. He eyed you doubtfully as you lead the way. You had to know what you were doing, a grown woman using that word, right? But then again, he’d seen you call Horner by that title in a team wide press conference, making GP choke on his water next to him - so maybe not.

His anger hadn’t dissipated one bit as you approached his room, in a much more secluded area of the new wing for him to “cool down” as Horner had passively aggressively suggested. Still clearly nervous in his presence, you accidentally dropped the key you’d fished out. As you bent over to collect them, your miniskirt rose up, revealing your juicy ass peeking past your white cotton panties. Oh, he’d found the perfect way to get back at his boss, Max thought devilishly.

As you unlocked the door, he stepped in behind you, giving you no choice but to stumble inside - and then he’d casually stopped in front of the door to block your exit. You nervously twirled your keycard in your fingers, shuffling side to side.

Why don’t you sit down, he offered, we should get to know each other, yeah? You still looked like you wanted to bolt any second, but at Max’s authoritative tone you gingerly sat down on the plush couch.

He started with some generic bullshit about how he’d seen you around, you were his boss’s daughter after all, and as Horner’s best driver he should be on good terms with you too, no?

You relaxed, now looking up to meet his eyes and smiling brightly, pleased that the great Max Verstappen had come to seek your favour. You start saying that it was nice to meet him too, you’d heard lots about him, he was such an incredible driver-

You hadn’t noticed Max discreetly locking the door behind him. Stepping forward, he responded neutrally to your excited questions as he casually strips off his top layer, leaving him shirtless.

You abruptly stop talking, going pink in the face, and he asks what’s wrong, I’m just getting changed, are you a virgin or something? His mocking tone makes it clear that he still didn’t quite believe you were one. When you don’t reply, he gently lifts your face up with his large hand. And as your eyes shyly rise up to meet his, desperately avoiding looking at his broad, toned abs, there’s no faking the genuine innocence in them. I am, you stutter out. A virgin, I mean. I made a promise to daddy to wait till marriage.

You twirl your promise ring around anxiously as you say it. Max didn’t know what kind of sick brainwashing Horner had been subjecting his daughter too, but he fully intended to use it to his advantage. Really? He says slyly. Does your daddy know you let your little boyfriend jerk off on your tits?

You gasp, then glare as you demanded to know how he knew that, had he been watching, that was soo creepy and gross -

There’s the bratty angel he knew had been hiding. He cuts you off, confirming that yes, he’d been watching - but you’d been the dirty girl who seduced her innocent boyfriend in the garage for just anyone to see, hadn’t you?

You’d look outraged at his statements, but he reminded you of the power he had when he nonchalantly mentioned that he hadn’t planned on telling your father, but now that he knew about the promise you had made - well, it was his duty to let Horner know what kind of naughty things you’d been doing behind his back, right?

That had wiped the bratty glare right off your face, instead making you wide eyed and tremble with fear at the thought of your daddy finding out. You begged Max to keep your secret. Please don’t tell him, he would die, you'd do anything to stop him knowing!

Jackpot. Smirking darkly, Max pretended to consider your option before saying that he supposed he could keep it to himself if you helped him destress and relax like your father had sent you here to do, okay?

You nodded eagerly, looking up at him with those innocent doe eyes as he stepped right in front of you, watching you predatorily. His thick fingers brush along your pink lips, and his eyes darken as you instinctively take them into your mouth, sucking sweetly. Oh, you were going to be such a sweet little angel for him, he just knew it.

Within seconds he had you dropping your dress down to your waist, exposing those lush, pretty tits of yours. You blushed when he stared hungrily and ordered you to play with them, and at first you obliged and gently squeezed them, but then stopped to brattily ask just how this was supposed to help destress him, was he just being pervy again?

Great point, he said, and sat down next to you to easily lift you into his lap, taking over and roughly palming your tits. N-no touching! You had squealed, desperately trying to escape his strong arms. Rolling his eyes, he forced you back against him, explaining that it was okay, you knew that it didn’t count if it was to help him destress, right? And besides, nothing would affect your promise to your daddy except a man’s cock actually entering your precious virgin hole-

Okay! You had said frantically to put a stop to his explicit words, face flushed. Okay, if you promise it doesn’t count, I’ll still be a virgin, right?

God, it was so cute how naive you were. You hadn’t even realised that if what Max was saying was true then there was nothing illicit with what you and Tim had done - and Max had nothing to hold over you. Right, Angel, Max promised, enjoying the dazed look you gave him at the nickname as he squeezed your tits, bending down to take a pretty nipple into his mouth. It doesn’t count.

And that was how Max had his boss’s innocent little daughter wrapped around his fingers, ready to do whatever he asked of her, as long as he kept your secret. It was such a rush, having his way with you right under your father’s nose, being able to punish you for his crimes and ruining you more and more each time Horner pissed him off - and oh, did he piss Max off constantly.

So the next race, he’d had you fully strip for him, and yes, even those cute panties, Angel, when you’d whined, embarrassed from his intense gaze. You’d bit your lip and slid them off, obediently spreading your legs and gently playing with yourself like he’d asked, using unfamiliar movements. Soon enough you’d become accustomed to Max’s hungry stares at your innocent parts and began thrusting your tiny fingers inside your virgin cunny, because it had started to feel sooo good and soo tingly down there, and you’d never felt like that before.

You’d become distracted, closing your eyes from the sensation and when you opened them you shrieked, because Max was now standing right above you, greedily looking down at your petite form as he stroked his own private parts - called a cock, he’d made you repeat. He’d also warned you never to scream again in his room, or he’d gag you next time and tell your dad about Tim. You pouted, nodding obediently, but whining that you got scared Maxie, why was it so big, so angry, was it going to hurt you?

Of course not, Angel he’d reassured at the next race again, this time making you sit next to him, naked except for your kitten heels and a lacy blue thong he’d had delivered to your house - your father as clueless as ever when he handed the package over to you. It won’t hurt you, he promised, but it's very hard from stress and needs you to help drain it, okay?

He’d guided you to his large cock, smirking evilly as you struggled to grip him even with two hands. He moved one large hand over both of yours, showing you how to jerk him off the way he liked. You’d picked it up very quickly, innocently asking him why Tim's cock was so much tinier that his. Cause, Angel, I'm just a better man than he is, he had said with a chuckle. Oh, you had said, then - I hope my husband is a good man then, and has a big cock like you.

Oh, Jesus. Max was definitely going to hell after this. Feeling his peak approaching, he ordered you onto your knees, making you hold your tits up - and then proceeded to cover them with his thick, creamy release, so much of it that it dripped down onto your stomach - and much more than the time you had seen Tim’s cock explode. You’d almost screamed again but bit your tongue at the last minute, remembering Max’s threat last time. But it didn’t stop you from glaring up at him, brattily asking what this gross stuff was, eww, you didn’t want it on you-

That’s fine, Max had said cooly. That’s fine, because next time he'd make you drink it all instead. Your eyes went wide at that, tears forming and you adamantly denied Max, saying you’d never do something like that, it sounded pervy and dirty.

But your reluctance meant nothing to Max, as he smirked at you from your fathers side the next day, whispering something in his ear that had your daddy looking over at you and an icy chill running down your back. You were petrified as you got a text from your father to come see him in his office now, walking in on the verge of tears only to have him smile delightedly at you because Max mentioned you’d been very supportive of his races lately, it’s been a big reason why he’s so much more of a team player these days, so proud of you for helping the team, sweetie!

You’d accepted his praise, blushing from the attention, and later had dutifully wandered back to Max’s room to greet him after the race. He smirked at finding you there, already naked except for a pink lacey thong and heels, on your knees for him, shyly thanking him for keeping your secret and saying such nice things to your daddy. Of course, Angel, he murmured, unzipping himself. You know just how to say thank you then, hmm? And you obediently nodded, jerking him off like he’d taught you, then licking and sucking on his cock when he asked, and then taking all of his length inside your eager throat at his command, gagging the whole way as he tutted disapprovingly at you, taking over and controlling the pace with his large hands. It had really hurt your tiny mouth, and you couldn’t speak properly afterwards, but seeing Maxie swear and tell you how good you were doing, how he never wanted to let you go, made that tingly feeling come back in between your legs again. Instead of ignoring it like you normally did, this time you couldn't resist fingering yourself, thong pushed the side as you shoved your fingers inside your wet cunny.

Maxie had gone breathless seeing that, and then he tensed before you felt his warm, sticky thick cum fill your mouth. You swallowed every drop, opening your mouth afterwords for him to inspect. Good girl, he said, patting your head. My sweet angel, you drained my stress so well. Oh, so that’s what it was, you say innocently. I’m glad I made you feel better, Maxie.

After that, there were no races for a whole month as the paddock went into summer break. You had thought you’d be glad for the relief from Maxie and his mean demands, but you found yourself texting him often, missing his loving kisses and touches after you helped relieve his stress, missing the tingly feeling you got when he looked predatorily at you spread open for him.

You’d been shocked when you opened your eyes as a shadow had blocked out the sun while you were sunbathing at your family’s St Tropez holiday home, only to find Max grinning down at you, saying your dad had invited him to come for the week. Had you been doing your homework? You nodded diligently, looking at the banana you’d been practising swallowing whole without gagging to copy the dirty video Max had texted you of a petite woman eagerly sucking a very big cock - he must be a good man, you’d thought, just like your Maxie.

Secretly, you were so glad he was here, shooting him looks over the dinner table as he sung praises about what a good friend you’d been to him, helping him get back to P1, making your daddy proudly pat your head. And after dinner when everyone had gone to bed, he joined you in the hot tub to unwind. You’d excitedly begun to tell him about what you had been upto on the break when you felt his thick fingers creeping up the inside of your thighs. You’d frozen instantly, because Maxie had never touched you there himself, but before you could say anything your father stepped out onto the veranda, asking you something about your plans for the next day.

Answer him, Max mouthed, smirking as you had no choice but to let him keep gliding up your legs and undoing your tiny bikini. And when your daddy had gone back inside, oblivious that the flush on your face wasn’t from the heat of the pool, you’d tried to shove Max’s hand away, brattily saying you didn’t want his hand near your private parts, that was just for your husband-

Doesn’t count, Angel, Max had cooed, easily overpowering you and sliding a finger in, much thicker and longer than yours and making you squeal as he started pumping it in and out of you. And he hadn’t stopped despite your half hearted protests, because you’d started to feel really good, really tingly, and Maxie, I feel funny, I think I’m going to pee-

After you had your first orgasm, he carried your tired figure back into the house, setting you down and licking your cum off his fingers. And then, through your half asleep state, you felt his tongue swirling around your nipples, leaving hickeys and then trailing down, and down before his warm breath gently blew over your puffy cunny. And then you felt his wide tongue licking your folds, making you gasp awake and squeal cause why was he kissing you down there, that’s so pervy-

But he’d easily bullied you back into quiet muffled moans again, your skimpy bikini bottoms shoved inside your mouth as he warned you that your father was going to wake up right next door and come investigate if you didn’t shut up. So you reluctantly let him continue his filthy kissing, spitting and licking on your most innocent parts until you felt you had to pee again. He grinned wickedly as you squirted a second time, completely ruining the sheets, before redressing your passed out figure in a comfy hoodie. You felt the ghost of a sweet kiss on your forehead before he walked away.

You avoided him the next few days, glaring when he would approach you, angry he’d kissed you somewhere only your husband should. He’d promised you were still a virgin, sure, but still! It was just too much, wasn’t it?

But you’d been unable to resist his advances any longer when he’d cornered you in the family study one day when everyone else had gone out to the markets. He’d sweetly apologised, presenting you with a new Dior bag he’d had speed delivered that morning, and you happily snatched it up, gasping with delight as you look inside to find a Cartier bracelet. You’ll forgive me, right, Angel? Max had said, slowly wrapping his arms around you from behind and rubbing his practically blue balls against your plush ass as you distractedly admire your new gifts. I just wanted to make you feel good, hmm?

You nodded breathlessly, agreeing that you supposed it had felt really good, you liked that tingly feeling in between your legs. Yeah? Max had grinned, kissing you and slipping his tongue inside and saying that he knew a way to make you feel even better, Angel, and you’d still be a virgin after it, he pinky promises, okay?

With the new Dior bag and diamond bracelet you’d become a lot more agreeable, and didn’t protest as he laid you back on your father’s study table, lifting your miniskirt over your hips and grinning wickedly when he found no panties - just your glistening pussy. Y-you always just rip them anyways, Maxie you pouted.

Oh, you secretly wanted this, didn’t you? Acting all bratty just cause you wanted to make him work for it, he was certain. Your sweet body was such a good plaything for him that he didn’t really mind, deciding not to punish you for avoiding him.

You curiously watch as he unzips himself, taking his thick cock out, then you squeal adamantly in protest when he brings it close to your innocent hole. Shh, Angel, it’s just on the outside, he’d promised, I won’t put it in, it’ll feel so good, trust me.

And it had felt sooo good, making you bite your lip and toss your head back as he dragged his warm length along your folds, slapping your clit a few times with his cockhead, making you spread your soft legs invitingly as you felt the addictive tingly feeling come back again.

He’d been unable to resist the temptation, sliding just the tip into your virgin cunny- but you’d immediately screamed in protest, twisting away and he had generously released you from his hold, tongue in cheek as you sashayed away with a backwards glare, Dior bag in hand. He’d had to leave the next day, and you didn’t see him the rest of the break.

After the break, you had seemed different to Max. You carried the brattiness openly in your eyes, confident now in your ability to seduce him as he has brought such expensive apology gifts just for a little taste of your virginity.

You had infuriatingly said no when he tried to rub himself against your cunny at the next race, and at the one after that, so here he was, stuck fingering you and sliding his tongue in and out of your folds for the 3rd time this week while his cock ached to be buried inside you - when the wicked idea came to him.

He’d made sure to have all the preparations ready for the next race, knowing you would be a brat and try to weasel your way out of it. Like he’d predicted, you make your way to his plush sofa, spreading your legs to show off your naked pussy and demanding he come kiss it how you liked.

Oh, his Angel had become quite the spoilt little bitch, hasn’t she? He’d have to make sure you learned your lesson about who was in charge around here. You smirk as he drags his tongue up and down your puffy folds, thinking you had the millionaire driver all wrapped around your fingers. His thick third and ring fingers join his tongue, making you moan and close your eyes as he pumps them into your pussy. And then, his thumb drops down, lower, to circle your other winking hole before sliding inside.

You’d jumped in shock, naively asking why he was touching your dirty hole, that’s so embarrassing, you don’t want him to touch that place!

Max cooes that he couldn’t care less, besides, he can clean it out for you, yeah? If he just slides his cock in, just a little bit, he can make sure it’s all clean for you.

Your eyes go impossibly wide at the thought of his big cock anywhere near your ass. You furiously close your legs, brattily telling him that you’d had enough, wasn’t he just being a pervert now, and you’d already broken up with Tim ages ago and since Max seemed to be very relaxed now given his P1s has resumed you didn’t think you needed to help him out anymore!

Time to pull out the big guns. Sitting back on the sofa now, Max palms his growing erection as he calls out to you, making you pause from where your hand rested on the doorknob.

You know, Angel, I’ve had a lot of creepy fans sneak onto the garage lately. Some even got into my room. I guess they just really wanted to see me shirtless, huh?

You turn around to look at him, confused, until your eyes slowly widen in horror as he points to the camera tucked in the corner. There’s no trace of sympathy on his handsome face as he starts lazily jerking himself off, telling you that it had been your fathers idea to set it up, for his safety, and he’d even kindly offered to go through all the footage later - he took any threats against his prized driver very seriously.

You panicked, already teary eyed at the thought of your father seeing you spreading your legs sluttily and demanding Max pleasure you. You immediately dropped to your knees, begging Max to keep the tape himself-

Now why would I do that, Angel? Max cooes, getting harder at the sight of you kneeling in front of him and crying for his help. After all, you’re the one who’s forcing him to kiss her pussy on that video, hmm?

He knows he has you right where he wants you as you beg him, offering up your precious pussy to slide against again if he wanted, just don’t go inside, okay?

That’s not the hole he wants, Angel, he told you darkly. No - he wanted your other hole, the dirty embarrassing one, and he wants to sink his entire cock inside it.

He watches you stutter and gasp, before you take a deep breath and naively ask My husband won’t be able to tell, right Maxie? I’ll still be a virgin?

Max smirks. Of course, Angel. You know he’d never break your precious promise. And with that, you’re ready to become his obedient pet again, blankly turning around and sticking your ass up in the air like he asks, spreading your cheeks for him to look at.

And oh, Max takes his sweet time looking, enjoying the twisted satisfaction of having completely broken you down like this. He generously douses you in lube, making you squeal at the chill, before he’s furiously pumping his thumb inside your impossibly tight back hole. You tremble as he lines his cock up, ordered you to relax or it’ll hurt, Angel. Slowly sinking inside, he moans as he finally finds his way into your heat, feeling like he’s reached heaven. Tears stream down your face as you wail once he begins meanly thrusting, wickedly taking your anal virginity all for himself and giving you his fingers to suckle on and keep quiet.

He doesn’t stop until he’s finished inside you, panting heavily and pushing his matted hair out of his eyes, pressing kisses down your spine to let you know you did so well for him.

He pulls out with a wet squelch, enjoying the sight of his cum dripping out of your poor, abused little hole. Sitting back comfortably on the sofa, legs spread, he gives you a cocky smirk as you turn around, still seated on the ground in front of him.

Now clean it up, he demands meanly. He can’t have your hole make his cock dirty now, can he? And you obediently responded, crawling forward with glazed eyes, licking him clean from balls to tip like he’s trained you to do.

After that night, Max had held you completely in the palm of his hand. You’d be the perfect angel for him, doing whatever he wanted wherever he wanted - except for entering your innocent pussy, of course. He’d let you keep it yours for now, finding the fantasy hot. He’d buy you a diamond ring one of these days, he mused, so that you’d beg him to finally claim your virginity.

But for now, he had a couple other tricks to try out. And if you’d try to refuse, he’ll pull up the video he has on his phone of your eyes rolling back as Max ate you out on your father’s work desk from summer break.

He’d taken you back to his hotel room to teach you those tricks, making you wail and scream his name without restriction, headboard banging against the wall. It was hilarious when Horner had come upto him at breakfast the next morning, patting his back and saying it sounded like he’d been celebrating his win very well last night, congratulations, he deserves it and sounded like the girl couldn’t get enough!

Max had to hold back his laughter, as your clueless father had no idea he was carrying an extra croissant up for the very same girl who couldn’t get enough - his precious little daughter, who still lay sleeping in his hotel bed, exhausted from his dirty activities all night.

You’d ended up missing your flight back, making some weak excuse to your daddy and had followed Max into his private jet, obediently spreading yourself open for him as he pulled you behind the privacy screen. The flight attendants had blushed as they heard your eager moans and the lewd sounds of Max greedily fucking your ass again.

And when you landed, greeting your waiting family, Max had to discreetly wipe the line of cum that trickled down your skirt. You didn’t have to worry, though, he’d already thoughtfully ordered another delivery of sexy underwear straight to your home 🖤

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A/N: I actually gave myself post nut clarity writing this (post writing smut clarity?? Post smut conscience??) time to go outside and reconnect with nature. As always,,,lmk what u think 🤔

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 1: Rimming

Paring: Kakashi Hatake x male reader

This guy

Warnings: Rimming DUH, anal fingering, teasing, slight begging, little bottom twinky fuck me daddy feminine male reader, no actual sex, enemies to lovers? I think that's it

Word Count: 1,307

Fuck him. Fuck his pretty silver hair that I just want to run my hands through while he eats my ass, his muscular form that must have been crafted by the sage of six paths himself, his beautiful attention catching eye, his mysterious mask, his (what I hope is) insanely large dick. Just fuck the whole thing (I wish).

Of course, the only person you could be thinking of is the one and only Kakashi Hatake, copy ninja of the leaf, and the hottest mother fucker to ever exist. Oh god did you have an obsession with him. Having wet dream after wet dream about him, screaming his name while masturbating, and it doesn't help that you catch him staring at you all the time almost as much as he catches you staring at him.

This whole obsession started a month ago when you saw him reading one of his goddamn sex books in the middle of the street. You walked over to him and asked why he was reading erotica in a VERY public place, and he just looked at you "Because it's hot." he stated matter-of-factly. The nerve of some people, from then on you two would see each other walking around, say hi, go your respective ways. It's been that way ever since; stolen glances and fuck me eyes since.

Until now. You were done with man after man not fulfilling you like you think he may be able to, maybe, it's a complete guess but he just gives off the vibe. Anyway, you saw him reading his demented sex shit again when you decided to make your fantasies a reality once and for all. You walk behind the bench he was sitting on and read the words on the page and HOLY SHIT IT'S GAY RIMMING. You mentally scream into the pillow like a 15-year-old girl who just found out her crush is available, which is kind of like what's going on.

"Uhm, can I help you?" Kakashi questions in his horny inducing voice, with a little annoyance sprinkled in through all the underwear wetting.

"Oh sorry, am I disturbing a public jack off sesh." You coldly state with a smirk on your face, hand doing a little masturbation gesture.

"Do you mind." he says rhetorically, the twinge of annoyance from earlier much more noticeable now.

"If you didn't want someone to talk to you then why are you reading 'that' on a public bench in the middle of the street again?" you sassily question.

"Because I wanted to read outside, privately." He answers, you look at him like he's the dumbest man in the whole world.

"Then why, in the absolute fuck, are you reading in the street you attention whore." you rhetorically ask, the previous sass now developed into genuine frustration as you walk around the bench to be right in front of him.

"That's cute coming from you." he chuckles.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" you ask.

"Don't act dumb, you have been trying to get into my pants for weeks now." he exclaims, you start to blush, ensuring that what he said is true.

"Don't act so high and mighty with me. I've seen you look at me too bitch." you state. He stands up, his large frame completely dwarfing you, his eyes almost angry. You do a cartoonish and audible gulp, the fear enhancing the horniness.

It's quiet for a while until he leans down,

"And what of it" he whispers in your ear and grabs you ass tightly, not caring if anyone sees. You let out a soft yelp at the sudden sign of attraction. You're completely stunned, not knowing what to do. He realizes this and before you can think any more, he holds you close and grabs your ass tighter and whispers,

"My place." It wasn't even a question or a request, it was a demand. One that even given the choice you wouldn't say no to.

Before you know it you're already on your way to Kakashi's place. He's giving you a piggyback ride to save time, and because he wants that juicy cake as quickly as possible, his mind is going crazy with your legs wrapping around him.

Finally, you make it to his place and immediately you both rush into his room. Right when you both enter you get off his back and onto the bed. Your legs spread as he takes off both your pants and underwear and tosses them both to the side.

"Now, turn around and bend over." already making demands and he hasn't even bought you dinner yet, not that you care because without a single moment of hesitation you are already on your hands and knees.

Without warning he immediately put his long skilled digit into your readily awaiting hole. He moves slowly as he starts to open you up. All the while you let out quiet moans.

"Your little moans are so cute." he said. Suddenly you feel a second finger enter you. He stays at the same excruciatingly slow pace. While he's pumping his fingers, he starts to feel the rest of your ass, rubbing it sensually and squeezing at the sensitive skin.

He puts in the third finger and his speed starts to pick up. Now your moans start to get louder as his three fingers stay at a steady and quick speed. He pumps them in and out over and over with precise repetition.

his fingers start to curl inside you, twisting and turning inside you perfectly. It's at this point that you are officially a moaning mess. The all too familiar feeling churns into your stomach. His fingers start turning and hitting your sweet spot consistently.

Then the feeling of relief washes over you as his fingers twist and hit your spot for the final time. You let out a loud moan and crash into the bed, cumming without even him putting his dick in you.

But he wasn't satisfied with just feeling inside you as he picked you up and brought you to your hands and knees again.

"Not yet sweetheart." he says as he starts to rub and massage your ass cheeks, caressing them to his desire. He gives you a quick and sharp spank, you cry out in pleasure from the surprise as he watches you ass jiggle in awe.

He puts his mask down and licks your ass, putting small and harmless love bites from time to time. Each lick and bite getting closer and closer to your hole. You start begging him to just devour you already. "Please, god I've fantasized about this please." you cry out, wanting, no, craving for his tongue.

"Well since you asked so nicely." he calmly states, though you can tell the excitement in his voice, aware that he wants this too. He licks lines on your cheek until FINALLY taking small licks on your entrance. Your spine chills in anticipation and pleasure and your breathing becomes shaky.

He licks languid circles on your entrance slowly. His hands are still caressing the rest of your ass. Your legs are shaking due to the stimulation and your cock is as hard as can be. He stops his simple licking and finally puts his tongue in your ass.

It starts off slowly but develops quickly into a fast pace, his tongue going in and out of you. You are now officially a moaning mess as his tongue is assaulting your hole. He continues this and then starts to put his fingers back in your hole while his mouth is still doing its job.

The familiar feeling in your stomach starts to build up again as his talented hands and mouth works on your asshole. Your moans crescendo until finally you climax for the second time of the night.

And you're not done yet.

THE END

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Dear Magisowo 

Im a dwarf woman in need of some advice, mainly on how to convince my overbearing parents to let me live my life. 

As i’m sure you know to us dwarves beards and body hair aren’t just a male or stylistic thing. Both sexes being hairy and bearded for better and worse, beards especially holding a lot of cultural value and significance. Shaving being seen as an extremely taboo thing amongst more traditionally minded dwarves, and this is where my problems begin. I come from a highly traditional dwarf household, my folks being super steadfast in their belief and values, my father especially. Me and my parents have always been butting heads and it’s gotten especially bad recently ever since they found out I started shaving.

I never really liked having my hair long, not on my head nor my face yet I was always forced to wear it that way my whole life by my folks. Recently however after moving out I’ve made the decision to start shaving and it’s improved my life greatly. I can wear all the cute outfits I want and I enjoy my beard short, being both less maintenance and more stylish. The only problem is my parents refuse to accept it, they believe that I’m “rejecting my dwarven heritage” or “fallen for human none-sense” and can’t seem to wrap their heads around my reasoning no matter how much I try to explain it to them. 

Is there any way I can get them to if not accept, then to atleast understand that that this is a personal choice I’m making and to accept my life choices and boundaries. Their stubborn old stones yet I do love them and want them to realize this is something I want to do. 

Signed: Shaved Dwarf Lass 

Dear Shaved Dwarf Lass,

Perhaps it will comfort you to know that generational clashes over various ways of personal expression have been happening in dwarven culture (as in any culture) for centuries. It is not a new thing, nor is it exclusively linked to dwarves living alongside humans or other communities. Although that has certainly been a big influence lately. It is not impossible your parents vividly remember dwarven cultural dress and hairstyles being actively looked down upon by non-dwarves, but that doesn't mean you should have to give up feeling comfortable in your own body.

If your parents are worried you are turning away from your heritage, or feeling pressure to conform to someone else's desires than your own, perhaps there are other activities you can do with them to demonstrate this is not the case.

Depending on your own feelings with regard to your choice to shave and whether this means something to your identity or not, it might be interesting to look into dwarven hairstyles from history. There have been wonderful exhibits of the subject, led by dwarven historians. It is not so long ago that it was customary for dwarves to keep the center of the chin almost clean shaven, and the change to a center braid was considered very shocking at the time. If any of these examples from history resonate with you, that might be something to share with your parents and open the conversation in a way that frames this as your free choice as a dwarf, instead of how they seem to perceive it.

Best of luck,

~ the MagISoWo Team

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List of Mythic Creatures

Q: WHAT IS THIS??!

A: This is an alphabetically sorted list of all mythic creatures I could find on Wikipedia. The names are (mostly) identical to the name that will bring up the wiki page.*

Q: All mythic creatures on wikipedia???

A: There are a few omissions: I found there were too many lake monsters so those I didn't exhaustively include. Wikipedia has a lot more information about Greek individual figures than individual figures from other cultures (like Achilles or Glauce or Dioxippe or Ajax) and when those figures are members of a mythic group (amazons, nymphs, etc.) I included them in this list, but the list may skew in favour of Greek mythic women with fewer male figures. Also I have included some gods, goddesses and non-binary deities but just like with the lake monsters, did not include most of the Wiki pages on godheads of the world. But the list should be fairly exhaustive when it comes to heavenly beings (elves of alfheim, gandharvas, horae and so on) who serve the gods in their divine abodes.

Q: Why are hobbits on the list? Tolkien made those up, right?

A: Well technically there are lists of creatures from folklore and one of those lists, which Tolkien came across, lists hobbits. It doesn't explain what hobbits are and they aren't documented anywhere else, but that may be the origin of the word hobbit.

Q: Why are some of these not actual creatures?

A: folktales that make mention of unique mythic creatures have been included. For example "The Red Ettin" is a English folktale that features herds of two-headed bulls and cows. In other cases, Wikipedia has pages like "Aboriginal Australian Creatures" or "Abenaki & Mi'kmaq beings" which are worth looking at because they provide more mythic creatures that don't have individual pages.

Q: Why are some entries styled "Savanello - Salvanello" or "Dwarf - Dwarves"

A: one of the terms is the singular and the other the plural. The list is a bit peculiar, sorry.

Q: How would you recommend this list is used?

A: You can use it any way you like, just keep in mind that some beings on this list are sacred and ideally try to be culturally sensitive about that. For example, some Ojibwe people are not exactly happy that one of their unnameable spirits has been publicly named, misspelled, attached to anti-Native stereotypes (see also here) and then completely misrepresented and trivialized as a horror monster in pop culture and so the "wendigo" comes with all that baggage, as do many other creatures on this list.

Usually if a creature is from a Neolithic / Bronze Age / Iron Age culture like Egypt or North & South Mesopotamia (Akkadian, Assyrian & Sumerian, Babylonian) there is no one who is going to raise valid ethical concerns around the use of your creature.

Similarly, if something is a generic fantasyland creature (elf, dwarf, dragon, ghost, giant, mermaid etc.) or from Greek and Roman sources (sirens, minotaurs, catoblepas) or medieval bestiaries (hydrus, iaculus) you can flesh those out with more research, but I don't think you will run into ethical problems.

But with a lot of other creatures, outreach to that community has value, because otherwise its not just a fantasy work being authored, but also some serious inter-cultural tensions. Stephenie Meyer, who decided to add Qileute shapeshifters into Twilight but never consulted Qileute and doesn't support their community in any way, is a example. There is no need to follow it.

By Region & Culture

Part 1: Indigenous Australians & Indigenous America

Part 2: Settler Colonies & Diasporas of Australia & Americas

Part 3: Europe (Basque, Rome, Viking, Great Britain)

Part 4: Greek

Part 5: East Europe, Northwest Asia

Part 6: Medieval Europe (plus Renaissance)

Part 7: Orthodox Religions (Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Zoroastrianism, Gnosticism, Demon Summoning Books, etc.)

Part 8: Asia and South Pacific

Part 9: Africa

Part 10: Other

Creatures sorted by Type

Letter A

Letters B to Z are in the works.

THE LIST:

This wiki page mentions "a horde of tiny creatures the size of frogs that had spines" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_monster;

9 Mothers of Heimdallr;

Á Bao A Qu; A Hut on Chicken Legs; Aamon; Aana Marutha; Aani; Aatxe; Aayaase; Abaahy; Abaasy; Ababil; Ababinili; Abada; Äbädä; Abaddon; Abaia; Abarimon; Abarta; Abasy; Abath; Abcán; Abchanchu; Abenaki & Mi'kmaq beings; Abere; Abezethibou; Ba (personality); Baak; Baal Berith; Baba Yaga; Babay; Babi ngepet; Babys (a satyr's brother); Bacchae; Bacchantes; Baccoo; Badalisc; Badb; Bael; Bagany; Bahamut; Bahkauv; Bai Baianai; Bai Lung Ma; Bai Suzhen; Bai Ze; Bakasura; Bake-danuki; Bake-kujira; Bakemono; Bakeneko; Bakezōri; Baku; Bakunawa; Bakwas; Balaur; Bal-Bal; Baldanders; Ball-tailed cat; Baloma; Balor; Baloz; Bánánach; Banchō; Bannik; Banshee; Banyoles monster; Bao Si; Baobhan Sith; Baphomet; Bar Juchne; Bar yokni; Barabao; Barbarika; Barbatos; Bardha; Barghest; Barmanou; Barnacle Goose; Barometz; Barong; Barstuk; Barstukken; Baš Čelik; Basa-Andrée; Basadone; Basajaun; Basa-Juan; Basan; Bashe; Basilisco Chilote; Basilisk; Bašmu; Basnak Dau; Basty; Bathin; Batibat; Batraz; Baubo; Bauchan; Bauk; Baykok; Beaman Monster; Bean-nighe; Beansìth; Bear Lake Monster; Bearers of the Throne; Beast of Beinn a' Bheithir; Beast of Bladenboro; Beast of Busco; Beast of Dean; Beast of Gévaudan; Bebryces; Bedivere; Beelzebub; Beerwolf; Befana; Behemoth; Beings of Irkalla or Kur; Beithir; Beleth; Belial; Bell Witch; Belled buzzard; Belphegor; Belsnickel; Bendith y Mamau; Bengali myths; Bennu; Ben-Varrey; Benzaiten; Berbalang; Berberoka; Bergmanli; Bergmönch; Bergsrå; Bernardo Carpio; Berserker; Bessie; Bestial Beast; Betobeto-san; Betram de Shotts; Bhagadatta; Bhargava; Bhoma; Bhoota; Bhramari; Bhringi; Bi Fang bird; Biasd Bheulach; Bichura; Bicorn; Bieresel; Bies; Bifrons (demon); Big Ghoul (dragon); Bigfoot; Bilbze; Billy Blind; Bilwiss; Binbōgami; Binidica; Biróg; Biscione; Bishop Fish; Bisterne Dragon; Biwa-bokuboku; Bixi; Black Annis; Black Arab; Black Dog; Black Dwarfs; Black Hound; Black Panther; Black Shuck; Black Tortoise; Blafard; Blanquettes; Błędnica; Blemmyes; Blodeuwedd; Bloody Bones; Bloody Caps; Bloody Mary; Blud; Błudnik; Blue Ben; Blue Lady of Verdala Palace; Blue Men of the Minch; Blue Star Kachina; Bluecap; Blunderbore; Bobak; Böcke; Bockschitt; Bodach na Croibhe Moire; Bodach; Bodachan Sabhaill; Bogeyman; Boggart; Bogle; Böhlers-Männchen; Boiuna; Bonnacon; Bonnes Dames; Boo hag; Boobrie; Borda; Born Noz; Boroboroton; Boruta; Botis; Boto; Boto_and_Dolphin_Spirits; Bottom (Moerae); Boudiguets; Bøyg; Božalość; Božić; Brag; Bragmanni; Brahmahatya; Brahmarākṣasaḥ; Bramrachokh; Bran and Sceólang; Brazen Head; Bregostani; Bregosténe; Bremusa; Brendan the Navigator; Brenin Llwyd; Br'er Rabbit; Bres; British Wild Cats; Broichan; Brokkr; Brosno dragon; Brown Man of the Muirs; Brown Mountain Lights; Browney; Brownie - Brownies; Broxa; Bruja; Brunnmigi; Bubak; Bucca; Bucentaur; Buckriders; Buda; Buer; Buffardello; Bugbear; Buggane; Bugul Noz; Bukavac; Bukit Timah Monkey Man; Bulgae; Bull of Heaven; Bumba Meu Boi; Bune; Bungisngis; Bunyip; Bunzi; Buraq; Burrokeet; Burryman; Buru; Busaw; Buschgrossmutter; Buschweibchen; Bushyasta; Buso; Busós; Butatsch Cun Ilgs; Butter Sprite; Butzemann; Butzen; Buwch Frech; Bwbach; Bwciod; Byangoma; Byōbunozoki; Bysen;

C' Horriquets; Caballo marino chilote; Caballucos del Diablu; Cabeiri; Caca; Caccavecchia; Cacodaemon; Cactus cat; Cacus; Cadborosaurus; Cadejo; Caelia; Caeneus; Cailleach; Caim (demon); Cain bairns; Caipora; Cakrasaṃvara Tantra; Caladrius; Calafia; Calcatràpole; Caleuche; Calingae; Callicantzaroi; Calliste; Callithyia of Argos; Calydonian Boar; Calygreyhound; Camahueto; Camazotz; Cambion; Camilla; Campe; Cancer; Candelas; Cangjie; Čanotila; Căpcăun; Capelobo; Capkin; Carbuncle; Careto; Carikines; Carman; Carranco; Cas Corach; Catalan Creatures; Catez; Cath Palug; Cathbad; Catoblepas; Cat-sìth; Cattle of Helios; Cauchemar; Caucones; Cauld Lad of Hylton; Caveman; Ceasg; Ceffyl Dŵr; Celaeno; Centaur - Centaurs; Centaur_Early Art; Centaurides; Cerastes; Cerberus; Cercopes; Ceryneian Hind; Cethlenn; Ceto; Cetus; Ceuthonymus; Cha kla; Chai nenesi; Chakora; Chakwaina; Chalkydri; Chalybes; Champ; Chamrosh; Chana and Munda; Chaná myths; Chaneque; Chang; Changeling; Changelings Chervan; Čhápa; Charun; Charybdis; Chasca; Chaturbhuja; Chaveyo; Chedipe; Chemosh; Chenoo; Chepi; Chernava; Cherubim; Cherufe; Chesma iyesi; Chessie; Cheval Gauvin; Cheval Mallet; Chèvres Dansantes; Chi; Chichevache; Chickcharney; Chidambara Rahasiyam; Chilote Creatures; Chilseok; Chimera; Chimimōryō; Chimke; Chinas; Chindi; Chinese guardian lions; Chinese Monkey Creatures; Chinese serpent killed by Li Ji; Chinese Souls; Chir Batti; Chiron; Chitrāngada; Chiwen; Chiyou; Chōchinbi; Chōchin'obake; Choctaw myths; Chol; Chonchon; Choronzon (demon); Chort; Christchurch Dragon; Chromandi; Chronicon; Chrügeli; Chrysanthis; Chrysaor; Chrysopeleia; Chullachaki; Chullachaqui; Chupacabra; Church grim; Churel; Churn Milk Peg; Chut; Chyavana; Cichol Gricenchos; Ciguapa; Cihuateteo; Cikavac; Cimbrian seeresses; Cinciut; Cinnamologus; Cipactli; Cipitio; Cirein-cròin; Cissus; City God; Clíodhna; Clonie (Amazon); Clotho; Clurican; Coblynau; Cocadrìlle; Cock Lane Ghost; Cockatrice; Coco; Cocollona; Cofgod; Coi-coi vilu; Cola Pesce; Colbrand (giant); Colo Colo; Colombian Creatures; Colossus; Colt pixie; Comte Arnau; Conand; Çor; Coribantes; Corics; Cormoran (giant); Cornandonet Dû; Cornflower Wraith; Corrandonnets; Corriquets; Corson (demon); Corus; Corybantes; Courètes; Coyote_Native; Coyote_Navajo; Creatures from Vetala Tales; Creatures of Azerbaijan; Cressie; Cretan Bull_minotaur's sire; Creusa; Crinaeae; Crions; Crocotta; Crom Cruach; Crommyonian Sow; Cryptid whale; Cryptid; Cuegle; Cuélebre; Cula; Culards; Čuma; Cupid; Curetes; Curupira; Cù-sìth; Cŵn Annwn; Cyborg; Cychreides; Cyclops; Cyhyraeth; Cyllarus; Cymidei Cymeinfoll; Cynocephali; Cythraul;

Daayan; Dab; Dactyls; Daemon; Daeva; Dagon; Dagr; Dahu; Dahut; Daidarabotchi; Daikokuten; Daimon; Daitya; Daji; Dajjal; Dakhanavar; Ḍākinī; Daksha yajna; Daksha; Dalaketnon; Dalhan; Damasen; Damballa; Dames Blanches; Dames Vertes; Danava; Dandan; Dando's Dogs; Daniel (angel); Danzaburou-danuki; Daoine Sidhe; Daphnaie; Dark Watchers; Darrhon; Daruka; Datsue-ba; Dawon; Day of the Dead; Dead Sea Apes; Death; Ded Moroz; Deer Lady; Deer Woman; Deianeira; Deildegast; Deity; Delphyne; Dema deity; Demigod; Demogorgon; Demoiselles Blanches; Demon - Demons; Demon (list); Demon Cat; Demons (Ars Goetia) (List); Demons (Christianity and sex); Demons in Mandaeism; Demons of the Dictionnaire Infernal; Dēnglung; Derimacheia; Derinoe; Despoina_Goddess; Destroying Angel; Dev; Deva people; Devak; Devapi; Devas; Devatas; Devil Bird; Devil Boruta; Devil; Dewey Lake Monster; Dhampir; Dharanendra; Di Penates; Di sma undar jordi; Dialen; Dies feminae; Dilung; Dimonis-Boyets; Dingonek; Dioxippe; Dip; Dipsa; Dirawong; Disir; Diting; Div; Div-e Sepid; Dive Ženy; Dive; Djadadjii; Djall; Djieien; Dobhar-chú; Dobrynyna Nikitich; Dodomeki; Dogs in Chinese mythology; Dokkaebi bangmangi; Dokkaebi; Dökkálfar; Doliones; Dolphin; Domovoi; Donamula; Doñas de fuera; Dong Yong and the Seventh Fairy; Donn Cúailnge; Doppelgänger; Dormarch; Dōsojin; Double-headed serpent; Douen; Dǒumǔ; Dover Demon; Drac; Draconcopedes; Dragon of Beowulf; Dragon of Mordiford; Dragon of the North; Dragon turtle; Dragon; Dragons of St. Leonard's forest; Dragon's Teeth; Drakaina; Drake; Drangue; Drapé; Draugr; Drekavac; Drioma; Drop Bear; Droug-Speret; Drude; Drummer of Tedworth; Druon Antigoon; Dryad; Duende; Dulagal; Dullahan; Dumah; Dun Cow; Dungavenhooter; Dunnie; Dunters; Duppy; Durgamasura; Durukti; Dusios; Dvalinn; Dvarapala; Dvipa; Dvorovoy; Dwarf - Dwarfs, Dwarves; Dybbuk; Dysnomia; Dzedka; Dziwożona; Dzoavits; Dzunuḵ̓wa;

Each-uisge; Eagles in Myth; Easter Bilby; Easter Bunny; Eate (Basque god); Ebajalg; Ebu gogo; Echeneis; Echidna; Echtra; Éclaireux; Edimmu; Egbere; Egg Ghost; Egoi; Ehon Hyaku Monogatari; Eidolon; Eikþyrnir; Eingana; Einherjar; Eisenhütel; Eisheth Zenumin; Ekek; Ekerken; Eki (Basque goddess); Ekke Nekkepenn; Ekpo Nka-Owo; El Hombre Caimán; El Naddaha; El Sombrerón; El Tío; Elate; Elatha; Elbow witches; Elder Fathers; Elder Mother; Elegast; Eleionomae; Elemental; Elf - Elfs, Elves; Elf Fire; Elf King's Tune; Elflebceuf; Elfor; Elioud; Ellefolk; Ellemen; Ellén Trechend; Ellert and Brammert (giants); Elli; Ellylldan; Ellyllon; Eloko - Biloko; Elwetritsch; Emere; Emishi; Emmet; Emperor Norton; Empusa; En_Albanian_Deity; Enbarr; Enceladus; Enchanted Moura; Endill; Enenra; Enfield Monster; Enfield; Engkanto; English Fairies; Engue; Enorches; Eoteto; Epiales; Epimeliad; Epiphron; Erchitu; Erdbibberli; Erdhenne; Erdluitle; Erdmännchen; Erdweibchen; Ergene iyesi; Eriboea; Erinyes; Erkenek; Erlking; Erotes; Erymanthian boar; Estonian Creatures; Estries; Ethiopian pegasus; Ethiopian superstition; Ethniu; Etiäinen; Ettin; Euryale; Eurybius; Eurymedon; Eurynome; Eurynomos; Eurypyle; Euxantius; Ev iyesi; Evandre; Ewiger Jäger; Exoticas;

Fachan; Fadas; Fadhas; Fáfnir; Fäies; Failinis; Fainen; Fair Family; Fair Folk; Fair Janet; Fairy - Fairies; Fairy Queen; Fairy story (Northumbria); Falak; Fallen Angel (Book of Enoch); Fallen Angel; Familiar; Fangfeng; Fänggen; Fangxiangshi; Farfadet - Farfadets; Farfarelli; Farisees; Farises; Fasolt; Fastachee; Fata Acquilina; Fata Alcina; Fata Culina; Fata Morgana; Fata Sibiana; Fate Marine; Fates; Father Frost; Fatia; Fatuae; Faun, Faunus - Faunae, Fauni; Faustulus; Fayettes; Fayules; Fear Doirich; Fear gorta; Feathag; Feathered Serpent; Fée de Vertiges; Feeorin; Fées; Féetauds; Feilian; Feilung; Feldgeister; Fenetten; Feng; Fènghuáng; Fengli; Fenodyree; Fenrir; Ferragut; Fetch; Feuermann; Fext; Fiery Flying Serpent; Fiery serpents; Fin; Finfolk; Finvarra; Finzweiberl; Fioles; Fionn mac Cumhaill; Fionnuala; Fions; Fir Bolg; Fir Darrig; Firebird; Fire-Drakes; Firefox; Fish-man of Lierganes; Fjölvar; Fjörgyn and Fjörgynn; Flaming Teeth; Flathead Lake Monster; Flatwoods Monster; Flower Fairies; Flying Africans; Flying Head; Flying Horse of Gansu; Fog Mannikins; Folaton; Folgie; Folklore of the Maldives; Folktales of Mexico; Follet; Folletti; Fomorian; Foras; Forest Bull; Forest Fathers; Forgetful Folk; Forneus (demon); Fort Manoel Ghost; Foryna; Fossegrim; Fouke Monster; Fouletot; Foulta; Fountain Women; Four Perils; Fox Spirit; Frairies; Fratuzzo; Frau Ellhorn; Frau Holle; Frau Holunder; Fraus; Fravashi; French Mythic Creatures and Saints; Freybug; Frohn; Frost Giant; Fuath; Fuddittu; Fuglietti; Fujettu; Fūjin; Fulad-zereh; Funayūrei; Fuochi Fatui; Furaribi; Fur-bearing trout; Furcas (demon); Furfur (demon); Furutsubaki-no-rei; Fury; Futakuchi-onna; Füttermännchen; Fuxi; Fuzanglung; Fuzhu; Fylgiar;

Gaap; Gaasyendietha; Gabija; Gādhi; Gaf; Ga-gorib; Gagoze; Gaizkiñ; Gaja; Gajamina; Gajasimha; Galatea; Gale; Galehaut; Galgemännlein; Gallinipper; Gamayun; Gambara; Gamigin; Gaṇa; Gancanagh; Gandaberunda; Gandharva; Gangcheori; Gangr; Ganna; Gaoh; Gaokerena; Garb mac Stairn; Gargarians; Gargoyle; Garkain; Garmr; Garuda; Gashadokuro; Gasin (house god); Gatipedro; Gaueko; Gavaevodata; Gayant; Gazeka; Gazu Hyakki Yagyō; Gegenees; Gelin; Gello; Gemory; Genius loci; Genius; Gerana; Germakochi; German; Geryon; Ghaddar; Ghillie Dhu; Ghosayatra Parva; Ghost; Ghostly Rider; Ghosts in Chinese culture; Ghosts in Mesopotamian culture; Ghoul; Giane; Giant Water Lily Legend; Giant; Gigantes; Gigelorum; Gillygaloo; Girimekhala; Girt Dog of Ennerdale; Giu; Gjenganger; Glaistig; Glas Gaibhnenn; Glashan; Glashtyn; Glatisant; Glauce; Glawackus; Glenr; Globster; Gloucester sea serpent; Glucksmännchen; Gnome; Go I know not whither and fetch I know not what; Goblin - Goblins; Goblin-Groom; Gochihr; Gog and Magog; Gogmagog; Gohō dōji; Gold Duck; Gold-digging ant; Golden Bear; Golden Goose; Goldenhorn; Golem; Gommes; Gomukha; Gonakadet; Gonggong; Good Folk; Good Neighbors from the Sunset Land; Goodfellows; Goofus Bird; Goram and Vincent (giants); Gorgades; Gorgon - Gorgons; Gorgophone; Gormshuil Mhòr na Maighe; Goryō; Gotwergi; Graeae; Grahana; Grand Grimoire; Grandinili; Graoully; Gration; Green Man; Gremlin; Grendel; Grendel's Mother; Grey Alien; Grey Man; Gríðr; Griffon; Grigori; Grigs; Grimalkin; Grindylow; Groac'h Vor; Groac'h; Grootslang; Grýla and Leppalúði; Guahaioque; Guajona; Gualicho; Guang yi ji; Guardian Angel; Guayota; Gudrun; Guerrionets; Guhyaka; Guivre; Gulon; Gumberoo; Gunungsin; Gurangatch; Guriuz; Gurumāpā; Gusainji Maharaj; Gütel; Guter Johann; Gwagged Annwn; Gwarchells; Gwaryn-a-Throt; Gwazig-Gan; Gwisin; Gwragedd Annwn; Gwrgi Garwlwyd; Gwyllgi; Gwyllion; Gwyn ap Nudd; Gyalpo spirits; Gytrash;

Haaf-Fish; Haagenti; Haakapainiži; Habetrot; Hábrók; Hadas; Hadhayosh; Haesindang Park; Hafgufa; Hag and Mag; Hagoromo (swan maiden play); Hags; Hāhau-whenua; Haietlik; Hainuwele; Hairen; Haizum; Häkelmänner; Hakenmann; Hākuturi; Hakuzōsu; Halahala; Half-elf; Haliurunas; Halizones; Halphas (demon); Haltija; Ham; Hamadryad; Hamingja; Hammaspeikko; Hamsa; Hanako-san; Hanau epe; Hanbi; Hanitu; Hannya; Hans von Trotha; Hantu Air; Hantu Bongkok; Hantu Raya; Hantu Tinggi; Hantu; Haoma; Haosi Namoinu; Härdmandlene; Hare of Inaba; Harionagu; Harpy; Haryashvas and Shabalashvas; Hashihime; Hassan of Basra; Hati Hróðvitnisson; Hatif; Hatsadiling; Hatuibwari; Haugbui; Hausbock; Havfrue; Havmand; Hawakai; Hayagriva; Hayk; Haymon (giant); Hayyot; Headless Horseman; Headless Mule; Hecatoncheires; Ḫedammu; Heerwische; He-He Er Xian; Heidenmanndli; Heidenweibchen; Heikegani; Heikki Lunta; Heimchen; Heinrich von Winkelried; Heinzelmann; Heinzelmännchen; Heinzlin; Hejkadlo; Helhest; Hell Courtesan; Hellhound; Hellmouth; Helloi; Hellusians; Hemā; Hemann; He-Mann; He-Männer; Hemaraj; Hé-no; Henwen; Hercinia; Herdweibchen; Herensuge; Hermaphroditus; Herne the Hunter; Heruka; Hervör alvitr; Hesperides; Hevajra; Hey-Hey Men; Heyoka; Hibagon; Hidden Folk; Hidebehind; Hiderigami; Hidimba; Hieracosphinx; Hiisi; Hildr; Hillbilly Beast of Kentucky; Hille Bingels; Hillmen; Himiko; Hine-nui-te-pō; Hingchabi; Hinn; Hinzelmann; Hippalectryon; Hippe; Hippocampus; Hippogriff; Hippolyta; Hippopodes; Hira; Hiranyakashipu; Hiranyaksha; Hircocervus; Hitodama; Hito-gitsune; Hitotsume-kozō; Hitotsume-nyūdō; Hitte-Hatte; Hittite Goddesses of Fate; Hlaðguðr svanhvít; Hljod; Hlökk; Hồ ly tinh; Hob; Hob-and-his-Lanthorn; Hobbididance; Hobbit; Hob-Gob; Hobgoblin - Hobgoblins; Hob-Thrush Hob; Hodag; Hödekin; Hoihoimann; Holawaka; Holly King and Oak King; Homados; Hombre Gato; Home dels nassos; Homme de Bouc; Hommes Cornus; Homunculus - Homunculi; Honduran Creatures; Hone-onna; Honey Island Swamp Monster; Hong; Hongatar; Hooded Spirits; Hoop Snake; Hooters; Hopfenhütel; Horae; Horned Serpent; Hortdan; Hotoke; Houggä-Ma; Houles fairies; Houpoux; Houri; Hòutǔ; Hoyau; Hræsvelgr; Hrímgerðr; Hrímgrímnir; Hroðr; Hrymr; Hsigo; Hú; Hüamann; Huay Chivo; Huckepoten; Hudson River Monster; Hufaidh; Hugag; Hulde Folk; Hulder; Huldre Folk; Huldufólk; Hulte; Huma bird; Humbaba; Humli; Hun and po; Hundun; Hungry Ghost; Huodou; Hupia; Hurricane children; Husbuk; Hütchen; Hutzelmann; Húxiān; Hyades; Hyakki Tsurezure Bukuro; Hyakki Yagyō_Wild Hunt; Hybris; Hydra; Hydrus; Hyldeqvind; Hylonome; Hyōsube; Hyottoko; Hypnalis; Hyrrokkin; Hyter Sprites;

I Verbti_Albanian_Deity; Iaculi; Iannic-ann-ôd; Iara; Ibaraki-dōji; Iblis; Ibo loa; Ibong Adarna; Ice Mannikins; Ice Queen; Ichchadhari naag; Ichneumon; Ichthyocentaur; Ichthyophagoi; Iði; Idis; Idlirvirissong; Idris Gawr; Iele; Ifrit; Igigi; Ignis Fatuus; Igopogo; Ijiraq; Ikiryō; Iktomi; Ikuchi; Iku-Turso; Ila (Samoan myth); Ila; Ilargi; Ilavida; Ileana Cosânzeana; Iliamna Lake Monster; Illuyanka; Ilomba; Ilvala and Vatapi (asura); Ím (joetunn); Imbunche; Immram; Imp; İn Cin; Inapertwa; Inari Ōkami; Incubus; Indruk; Indus worm; Inguma; Inkanyamba; Inmyeonjo; Intulo; Inugami Gyōbu; Inugami; Ioke; Iphis; Iphito; Ipilja-ipilja; Ipos; Ipotane; Iratxo - Iratxoak; Iravati; Irish Mythic Creatures; Iroquois Myths; Irrbloss; Irrlichter; Irrwurz; Irshi; Isfet; Ishim; Ishinagenjo; Isitwalancenge; Iskrzycki; Islam Mythic Creatures; Isonade; Ispolin; Issie; Issitoq; Issun-boushi; Itbarak; Itsumade; Ittan-momen; Iubdan; Iya; İye;

Jack and the Beanstalk; Jack Frost; Jack in the Green; Jack o' Kent; Jack o' Legs; Jack o' the bowl; Jack o'Lanthorn; Jack the Giant Killer; Jackalope; Jack-In-Irons; Jacques St. Germain; Jaculus; Jahi; Jahnu; Janjanbi; Jann; Japanese Serpent; Jarita; Járnsaxa; Jashtesmé; Jasy Jatere; Jean de la Bolieta; Jean de l'Ours; Jeannot; Jenglot; Jengu; Jenny Haniver; Jentil; Jenu; Jersey Devil; Jetins; Jezinky; Jiangshi; Jiaolung; Jihaguk daejeok toechi seolhwa; Jikininki; Jimmy Squarefoot; Jin Chan; Jinmenju; Jinmenken; Jinn; Jinnalaluo; Jipijka'm; Jiutian Xuannü; Jiutou Zhiji Jing; Jiuweihu; Joan the Wad; Joan-in-the-Wad; Jogah; Joint Snake; Joint-eater; Jok; Jolabukkar; Jonathan Moulton; Jormungandr; Jörmungandr; Jorōgumo; Jötunn; Jubokko; Jüdel; Judys; Jué yuán; Jueyuan; Juggernaut; Julbuk; Jumbee; Jvarasura; Jwalamalini;

Kabhanda; Kabouter; Káchabuké; Kachina; Kae and Longopoa; Ka-Ha-Si; Kaibyō; Kai-n-Tiku-Aba; Kakawin; Kālakeya - Kālakeyas; Kalamainu'u; Kalanemi (asura); Kalanemi (Ramayana); Kalanoro; Kâ'lanû Ahkyeli'skï; Kalaviṅka; Kalenjin Mythic Creatures; Kalevipoeg; Kaliya; Kallana; Kallikantzaros- Kallikantzaroi; Kallone; Kållråden; Kamadhenu; Kamaitachi; Kamakhya; Kami; Kamikiri; Kammapa; Kangiten; Kanglā Shā; Kao; Kappa; Kapre; Karapandža; Karkadann; Karlá; Karnabo; Karura; Karzełek; Kasa-obake; Käsermänner; Kasha; Kasogonagá; Katajatar; Kataw; Katie Woodencloak; Kaukas; Kaupe; Kawas; Kawauso; Kayeri; Kechibi; Kee-wakw; Keibu Keioiba; Ķekatnieki; Ke'le - Ke'let; Kelpie; Kenas-unarpe; Keneō (oni); Keong Emas; Kepetz; Keres; Kerions; Ketu; Keukegen; Khalkotauroi; Khoirentak tiger; Khongjomnubi Nonggarol; Khyāh; Kichkandi; Kidōmaru; Kielkropf; Kigatilik; Kihawahine; Kijimuna; Kijo (folklore); Kikimora; Kikituk; Kilili; Killcrops; Kilmoulis; Kimaris; Kimpurushas; King Father of the East; King Goldemar; King Kojata; King Laurin; Kings of Alba Longa; Kinie Ger; Kinnara; Kinoko; Kirin; Kirkonwäki; Kirmira; Kirtimukha; Kishi; Kitchen God; Kitsune no yomeiri; Kitsune; Kitsunebi; Kit-with-the-Canstick; Kiwa; Kiyohime; Klabautermann; Klagmuhme; Klaubauf; Klaubautermann; Klopferle; Knecht Ruprecht; Knight of the Swan; Knights of Ålleberg; Knocker; Knockerlings; Knocky Boh; Knucker; Koalemos; Koan Kroach; Kobalos; Kobold; Kodama; Kōga Saburō; Koka and Vikoka; Kokabiel; Kokopelli; Komono; Konaki-jiji; Kong Koi; Konjaku Gazu Zoku Hyakki; Konjaku Hyakki Shūi; Konpira Gongen; Konrul; Koolakamba; Kopala; Korandon; Korbolko; Korean dragon; Korean Virgin Ghost; Kormos; Kornbock; Kornikaned; Korn-Kater; Koromodako; Korpokkur; Korred; Korrigan; Korrigans; Korriks; Korrs; Koshchei; Kostroma; Kotavi; Kotobuki; Koto-furunushi; Kouricans; Kourils; Koutsodaimonas; Kōya Hijiri; Krabat; Krachai; Krahang; Kraken; Krampus; Krasnoludek; Krasue; Krat; Kratt; Kratu; Kroni; Krosnyata; Krun; Kṣitigarbha; Kting voar; Kuafu; Kubera; Kubikajiri; Kuchisake-onna; Kudagitsune; Kudan; Kudukh; Kui; Kujata; Kukeri; Kukudh; Kukulkan; Kukwes; Kuli-ana; Kulilu; Kulshedra; Kulullû; Kumakatok; Kuman Thong; Kumbhakarna; Kumbhāṇḍa; Kumi Lizard; Kumiho; Kuṇḍali; Kuntilanak; Kupua; Kurangaituku; Kuraokami (ryu); Kurents; Kurma; Kuro-shima (Ehime); Kurozuka; Kurupi; Kusarikku; Kushiel; Kushtaka; Kutkh; Kuttichathan; Kuzenbo; Kuzunoha; Kuzuryū; Kyanakwe; Kydoimos; Kymopoleia; Kyrkogrimm;

La Bolefuego; La Diablesse; La Encantada; La Guita Xica; La Llorona; La mula herrada; La Sayona; Labbu; Lạc bird; Lachesis; Laddy Midday; Ladon; Lady Featherflight; Laelaps; Laestrygonians; Lagahoo; Lagarfljótsormur; Lahamu; Lai Khutshangbi; Lailah_female_angel_Judaism; Laima; Lajjā Gaurī; Lakanica; Lake Monster; Lake Tianchi Monster; Lake Van Monster; Lake Worth Monster; Lākhey; Lamashtu; Lambton Worm; Lamia; Lamignak; Lampades; Lampago; Lampedo; Lampetho; Lampetia; Landdisir; Landlord Deities; Landvættir; Lang Bobi Suzi; Lang Suir; Lange Wapper; Langsuyar; Lantern Man; Lapiths; Lares Familiares; Lares; Lariosauro; Lauma; Laúru; Lava bear; Lavellan; Lazavik; Lazy Laurence; Le Criard; Le Patre; Le Rudge-Pula; Lebraude; Legendary Horses in the Jura; Legendary Horses of Pas-de-Calais; Legion (demons); Leikn; Leimakid; Leipreachán; Leleges; Lemminkäinen; Lempo; Lemures; Leonard (demon); Leontophone; Leprechaun; Lepus cornutus; Leraje; Les Lavandières; Lešni Mužove; Lešni Pany; Letiche; Leuce; Leucippus; Leviathan; Leyak; Lhiannan-Sidhe; L'Homme Velu; Liban; Lidérc; Lidercz; lietonis; Lietuvēns; Lightning Bird; Likho; Likhoradka; Lilin; Lilith; Lilu; Limnad; Limniades; Limos; Lindwurm; Lip (Moerae); Lisunki; Little Butterflies; Little Darlings; Little People of the Pryor Mountains; Little People; Little Wildrose; Living Puppet - Doll; Lizard Fairy; Lizard Man of Scape Ore Swamp; Ljósálfar; Ljubi; Llamhigyn Y Dwr; Loch Ness Monster; Löfviska; Lohjungfern; Lord Nann; Lord of the Forest; Lord of the Mountains; Lorelei; Lorggen; Lörggen; Losi; Lotan; Lou Carcolh; Loumerottes; Loveland Frog; Loys Ape; Luan; Lubberfiend; Luchtenmannekens; Lucifer; Lucius Tiberies (vs King Arthur); Luduan; Ludwig the Bloodsucker; Lugal-irra; Lugat; Luison; Lukwata; Lulal; Lundjungfrur; Lung; Lungma; Lungmu; Lupeux; Lurican; Lurigadaun; Lurikeen; Lusca; Lutin; Lutins Noirs; Lutzelfrau; Luwr; Ly Erg; Lyeshi; Lygte Men; Lyktgubbe; Lyncetti; Lyngbakr; Lynx; Lysgubbar; Lysippe;

Maa-alused; Maalik; Maanväki; Macaria; Macelo (Telchine); Machlyes; Maćić; Maciew; Macinghe; Macrobian; Mada; Madam Koi Koi; Madhu-Kaitabha; Madhusudana; Madre de aguas; Mae Nak Phra Khanong; Mae yanang; Mãe-do-Ouro; Maelor Gawr; Maemaeler; Maenad (wiki); Maenad; Maere; Maero; Maggy Moulach; Magog; Magpie Bridge; Magu; Maha Sona; Mahabali; Mahakala; Mahamayuri; Maharajikas; Mahishasura; Mahjas Kungs; Mahoraga; Mahound; Maighdean Mara; Mairu; Majlis al Jinn; Makara; Makuragaeshi; Malahas; Malay Creatures; Malay ghosts; Malicious Spirits; Malienitza; Malingee; Malkus; Malo (saint); Malphas (demon); Mama D'Leau; Mamalić; Mami Wata; Mammon; Mamucca; Mamuni Mayan; Manaia; Manananggal; Manannán mac Lir; Manasa_Snake_Goddess; Mānasaputra; Manaul; Mande Barung; Mandi; Mandragora; Mandrake; Mandurugo; Maneki-neko; Manes; Maní; Maṇibhadra; Manipogo; Manjushrikirti; Mannegishi; Manohara; Manseren Manggoendi; Mantellioni; Manticore; Manussiha; Maori ghosts; Mapinguari; Mara Daoine; Mara; Mara_Goddess; Mara_Goddess2; Marabbecca; Marantule; Maratega; Mara-Warra; March Malaen; Marchosias; Mare; Mares of Diomedes; Margot the fairy; Margot-la-Fée; Mari Lwyd; Maricha; Marid; Markopolen; Marmennill; Marpesia; Marraco; Martes; Martlet; Marțolea; Maruda; Marui; Mary Lakeland (accused witch); Maryland Goatman; Masovian dragon; Massarioli; Mastema; Master Hammerlings; Master Johannes; Matagot; Matarajin; Matres and Matronae; Matsieng; Matsya; Matuku-tangotango; Maushop; Mavka; Maxios; Mayasura; Mazapegolo; Mazapégul; Mazoku; Mazomba; Mazzamarelle; Mazzamerieddu; Mazzikin; Mbói Tu'ĩ; Mbombo; Mbuti Mythic Creatures; Mbwiri; Medjed; Medusa; Meduza; Meerminnen; Meerweiber; Megijima; Mehen_Board_Game_Snake_God_Egypt; Meilichios; Meitei dragons; Meitei Mythic Creatures; Melanippe; Melch Dick; Meliae; Melinoë; Melisseus; Melon-heads; Melusine; Memegwaans; Memphre; Menehune; Menippe; Menk; Menninkäinen; Menoetius; Menreiki; Menshen; Mephistopheles; Meretseger; Mermaid (wiki); Mermaid of Warsaw; Mermaid of Zennor; Mermaid; Merman; Merrow; Merrows; Merry Dancers; Merwomen; Meryons; Mestra; Metten; Mfinda; Mhachkay; Miage-nyūdō; Michigan Dogman; Mikaribaba; Mikoshi-nyūdō; Milton lizard; Mimas (gigantes); Mimis; Min Min light; Minairó; Minawara and Multultu; Minhocão; Minka Bird; Minoan Genius; Minokawa; Minotaur; Minthe; Mintuci; Minyans; Miodrag; Miri; Miru; Misaki; Mishaguji; Mishihase; Mishipeshu; Misizla; Mixtecatl; Mizuchi; Mo; Moan; Mob (Sleigh Beggey); Moddey Dhoo; Móðguðr; Moehau; Moestre Yan; Mogollon Monster; Mögþrasir; Mogwai; Mohan; Moine Trompeur; Moirai; Moires; Mokele-mbembe; Mokoi; Mokumokuren; Moloch; Molpadia; Momiji; Momo the Monster; Momotarō; Momu; Monachetto; Monachicchio; Monaciello - Monacielli; Moñái; Mongfind; Mongolian Death Worm; Monkey-man of New Delhi; Mono Grande; Monoceros (wiki); Monoceros; Monoloke; Mononoke; Monopod; Monster of Lake Fagua; Monster of Lake Tota; Monyohe; Moʻo; Mooinjer Veggey; Moon Rabbit; Moon-eyed people; Mora; Morag; Morax (demon); Morgan le Fay; Morgans; Morgawr; Morgen; Mormo; Moroi; Moros; Morvarc'h; Moryana; Mōryō; Mo-sin-a; Moso's Footprint; Moss People; Moswyfjes; Mother's Blessing; Mothman; Mound Folk; Mountain God; Mountain Monks; Mouros; Mrenh kongveal; Mṛtyu; Mu shuvuu; Muan; Mucalinda; Muckie; Muc-sheilch; Mudjekeewis; Muelona; Mug Ruith; Muiraquitã; Mujina; Mukasura; Muki; Mukīl rēš lemutti; Muladona; Muldjewangk; Mullo; Muma Pădurii; Mummy - Mummies; Mungoon-Gali; Munkar and Nakir; Munshin; Munsin; Murkatta; Muroni; Muscaliet; Muse; Mušḫuššu; Musimon; Mušmaḫḫū; Mussie; Mützchen; Muut; Muyingwa; Myling; Myōbu; Myrina; Myrmecoleon; Myrmekes; Myrmidon; Myrmidons; Myrto; Mytilene;

Naamah; Naberius (demon); Nabhi; Nachtkrapp; Nachtmännle; Nachtmart; Nachzehrer; Näcken; Nadi astrology; Nafnaþulur; Naga fireballs; Naga people; Naga; Nagaraja; Nagual; Nahuelito; Naiad - Naiads; Naimiṣāraṇya; Naimon; Nain Rouge; Näkku; Nale Ba; Namahage; Namazu; Namtar; Namu doryeong; Nanabozho; Nandi Bear; Nandi; Nang Mai; Nang Ta-khian; Nang Tani; Nanny Rutt; Nanook; Napfhans; Nār as samūm; Narakasura; Narantaka-Devantaka; Narasimha; Nargun; Nariphon; Nasnas; Nasu; Nat; Nataska; Native Fairies; Natrou-Monsieur; Nav; Navagunjara; Nawao; Nawarupa; Neades; Necker; Neckers; Necks; Negafook; Negret; Nei Tituaabine; Nekomata; Nel; Nelly Longarms; Nemean Lion; Nemty; Nëna e Vatrës; Nephele; Nephilim; Nereides; Nereids; Nessus; New Jersey folktales; Nganaoa; Ngariman; Ngen; Nghê; Nguruvilu; Niägruisar; Niamh; Nian; Nickel; Nick-Nocker; Nicnevin; Níðhöggr; Night Folk; Night Hag; Nightmarchers; Nightmare; Nikkisen; Nikkur; Nillekma; Nimble Men; Nimerigar; Nimue; Nine Diseases; Nine-headed bird; Ningen; Ningyo; Ninimma; Ninki Nanka; Ninlaret; Ninurta; Niō; Nion Nelou; Nip the Napper; Nis Puck; Nisken; Nisroch; Niß Puck; Nisse; Nissen god Dreng; Nittaewo; Nitus; Nivatakavacha; Nixen; Nixie; Nixies; Nkisi; Nkondi; Nocnitsa; Noderabō; Nökke; Nommo; Nomos; Nongshaba; Nongshāba; Noon Woman; Noonday Demon; Nootaikok; Noppera-bō; Norea_burn_Noah's_ark; Norgen; Norggen; Nörglein; Nörke; Nörkele; Norns; Norse_Nude_Snake_Witch; North Shore Monster; Nose (Moerae); Nosferatu (word); Nótt; Nouloi; Nüba; Nuberu; Nuckelavee; Nue; Nuggle; Nuku-mai-tore; Nuli; Nuloi; Nûñnë'hï; Nuno sa punso; Nun'Yunu'Wi; Nuppeppō; Nurarihyon; Nure-onna; Nuribotoke; Nurikabe; Nuu-chah-nulth mythology; Nuuttipukki; Nüwa; Nyami Nyami; Nyi Roro Kidul; Nykken; Nymph; Nyūdō-bōzu;

O Tokata; Oaraunle; Obambou; Obayifo; Oberon; Obia; Oboroguruma; Oceanids; Ochimusha; Ochokochi; Odei; Odin; Odontotyrannus; Odziozo; Og; Ogoh-ogoh; Ogopogo; Ogre; Ogun; Oilliphéist; Ojáncanu; Okeus; Oksoko; Ōkubi; Okuri-inu; Old Scratch; Olentzero; Ōmukade; Onchú; One with the White Hand; Ongon; Oni Gozen; Oni; Onibi; Onihitokuchi; Onikuma; Onmyōji; Onnerbänkissen; Onocentaur; Onryō; Ōnyūdō; Onza; Ootakemaru; Oozlum Bird; Ophanim; Ophiotaurus; Ora; Orang bunian; Orang Mawas; Orang Minyak; Orang Pendek; Orchi; Orculi; Orculli; Orcus; Ördög; Oreades; Oreads; Örek; Orgoglio; Orias; Orion; Orithyia; Ork; Orko; Orobas; Orochi; Orphan Bird; Orthrus; Ortnit; Osakabehime; Osaki; Ose; Oshun; Ossetian Myth; Otomitl; Otoroshi; Otrera; Otso; Otterbahnkin; Oukami; Ouni; Ouroborous; Ouroubou; Ovinnik; Owd Lad; Owlman; Oxions; Oxylus; Ozark Howler;

Paasselkä devils; Pahlavas; Pahuanui; Paimon; Painajainen; Pakhangba; Pākhangbā; Palioxis; Pallas (gigantes); Pallas; Palm Tree King; Pamarindo; Pamola; Pan; Panchajanya; Panchamukha; Pandafeche; Pandi; Panes; Pangu; Panhu; Pania of the Reef; Panlung; Panotti; Pantariste; Pantegane; Pantegani; Pantheon_the_creature; Panther; Panti'; Paoro; Papa Bois; Papinijuwari; Para; Paraskeva Friday; Parcae (Moerae); Parcae; Pard; Parzae (Moerae); Patagon; Patagonian Giant; Patasola; Patung; Patupaiarehe; Pavaró; Pazuzu; Peacock Princess; Pech; Pechmanderln; Peg Powler; Pegaeae; Pegasus; Peleiades; Pelesit; Peluda; Penanggalan; Penemue; Penette; Peng; Penghou; Penhill Giant; Penthesilea; People of Peace (Sìth); People of Peace; Perchta; Père Fouettard; Perëndi; Pereplut; Peri; Perria; Persephone; Persévay; Peryton; Pesanta; Petermännchen; Petit Jeannot; Petty Fairie; Phaethusa; Phantom Cats; Phantome (Trinidad, Tobago, Guyana); Phenex; Phi phong; Phi Tai Hong; Philippine Mytic Creatures; Philotes; Phisuea Samut; Phobetor; Phoebe; Phoenix; Pholus; Phooka; Phorcys; Phthisis; Piasa; Pichal Peri; Picolaton; Picolous; Pictish Beast; Pier Gerlofs Donia; Pig Dragon; Pillan; Pillywiggin; Pillywiggins; Pilwiz; Pincoy; Pincoya; Pingel; Pipa Jing; Pippalada; Piru; Pishachas; Pishtaco; Piskies; Pitr; Pitsen; Pitzln; Piuchén; Pixie; Pixies; Pixiu; Płanetnik; Pleiades (wiki); Pleiades; Plusso; Pocong; Polemos; Polemusa; Polevik; Poleviki; Polik-anna; Polkan; Polong; Poltergeist; Poludnitsy; Polybotes (gigantes); Polydora; Pombero; Pomo religion; Ponaturi; Pop (ghost); Pope Lick Monster; Popobawa; Poppele; Poroniec; Portunes; Potamides; Pouākai; Poubi Lai; Poulpikans; Povoduji; Powries; Prahlada; Pratyangira; Preinscheuhen; Prende_Albanian_Deity; Preta; Pricolici; Princess Eréndira; Proctor Valley Monster; Proioxis; Pronomus; Propoetides; Proteus; Proto-Indo-European Myth; Protoplast; Psoglav; Psotnik; Psychai; Psychopomp; Pua Tu Tahi; Púca; Puck; Puck_Shakespeare; Pueblo clown; Pugot; Pukwudgie; Pulao; Pulgasari; Puloman; Pulter Klaes; Pumphut; Pundacciú; Purzinigele; Puschkait; Putana; Putri Tangguk; Putti; Putto; Putzen; Puu-Halijad; Pvitrulya; Pyewacket (familiar spirit); Pygmies; Pyinsarupa; Pyrausta; Pysslinger-Folk; Python;

Qallupilluit; Qamulek; Qarakorshaq; Qareen; Qianlima; Qilin; Qin (Mandaeism); Qingji; Qingniao; Qippoz; Qiqirn; Qitmir; Qiulung; Qlippoth; Quaeldrytterinde; Queen Mab; Queen Maeve; Queen Mother of the West; Queen of Elfland; Queen of Elphame; Queen of Sirens; Queensland tiger; Querquetulanae; Querxe; Quetzalcoatl; Quiet Folk; Quimbanda; Quinametzin; Quinotaur; Qʼuqʼumatz; Q'ursha; Qutrub;

Rå; Rabisu; Rådande; Rāgarāja; Rahab; Raijin; Raijū; Railroad Bill; Rain Bird; Rainbow Crow; Rainbow Serpent; Rakhsh; Rākshasas; Rakshaza; Rakta Yamari; Raktabīja; Ramidreju; Rangalau Kiulu Phantom; Rannamaari; Rantas; Rarash; Raróg; Rashōmon no oni; Rasselbock; Ratatoskr; Raum; Ravana; Reconstructed Word - Dʰéǵʰōm; Red Cap; Red Ghost; Red Lady; Redcap; Redcombs; Re'em; Reeri Yakseya; Reikon; Remora; Rephaite; Reptilian; Resurrection Mary; Revenant; Reynard; Rhagana; Rhiwallon; Rishabhanatha; Rishyasringa; River Men; River Women; Roane; Robin Goodfellow; Robin Round Cap; Robot; Roc; Rododesa; Roggenmuhme; Rogo-Tumu-Here; Rojenice; Rōjinbi; Rokita; Rokkaku-dō; Rokurokubi; Ro-langs; Romãozinho; Rompo; Rồng - Vietnamese Dragons; Ronove; Root race (theosophy); Rôpenkerl; Rougarou; Roughby; Rozhanitsy, Narecnitsy and Sudzhenitsy; Rübezahl; Rüdiger von Bechelaren; Ruha; Rukh; Rukmavati; Rumpelstiltskin; Ruohtta; Rusalka - Rusalky; Russian superstitions; Ryong; Ryū; Ryūgū-jō; Ryūjin;

Saci; Sack Man; Sadhbh; Sæhrímnir; Sagol kāngjei; Saint Amaro; Saint Nedelya; Sakabashira; Salabhanjika; Salamander; Salbanelli; Salmon of Knowledge; Salvanel - Salvanelli; Salvani; Samael; Samagana; Samaton; Samca; Samebito; Samodiva; Samovila - Samovily; Sampati; Samsin Halmeoni; Samyaza (wiki); Samyaza; San Martin Txiki; Sandman; Sankai; Sanshi; Santa Compaña; Sântoaderi; Sânziană; Sarama; Sarangay; Sarimanok; Sárkány; Sarpa Kavu; Sarutahiko Ōkami; Sarván; Satan; Satanachia; Satori; Satyr; Satyress; Satyrus; Sauvageons; Savali; Sayona; Sazae-oni; Sazakan; Scáthach; Scazzamurieddu; Schacht-Zwerge; Schlorchel; Schneefräulein; Schrat; Schrätteli; Schrecksele; Sciritae; Scitalis; Scorpion men; Screaming skull; Scylla; Scythian genealogical myth; Scythian religion; Scythians; Se’īrīm; Sea goat; Sea Mither; Sea Monk; Sea Monster; Sea Serpent; Sea-Griffin; Sea-Lion; Sebile; Seefräulein (Gwagged Annwn); See-Hear-Speak No Evil; Seelie; Seelkee; Selige Fräulein; Selkie; Selkolla; Selma; Semystra; Sengann; Seonaidh; Seonangshin; Seonangsin; Seps; Seraphim; Seri Gumum Dragon; Seri Pahang; Serpopard; Serván; Servant (Serván); Sessho-seki; Set animal; Setsubun; Seven-headed serpent; Sewer alligator; Sha Wujing; Shabrang; Shachihoko; Shade; Shadhavar; Shadow Person; Shahbaz; Shahmaran; Shahrokh; Sha'ir; Shaitan; Shambara; Shango; Shangyang; Shankha; Shapeshifter; Shapishico; Sharabha; Sharlie; Shatans; Shatarupa; Shdum; She-camel of God; Shedim; Sheela na Gig; Sheka; Shellycoat; Shen; Shen_clam_monster; Shenlung; Shesha; Sheshe; Shetani; Shi Dog; Shibaemon-tanuki; Shichinin misaki; Shidaidaka; Shikhandi; Shikigami; Shikome; Shinigami; Shiranui; Shirime; Shiryō; Shishiga; Shishimora; Shōjō; Shōkera; Shopiltee; Shtojzovalle; Shtriga; Shubin; Shug Monkey; Shuihu; Shuimu; Shukra; Shurali; Shurdh; Shuten-dōji; Sibille; Sidehill Gouger; Sidhe; Sigbin; Signifying monkey; Sihirtia; Sihuanaba; Sila; Sileni; Silenus; Silvane; Silvani; Silvanus; Simargl; Simbi; Simhamukha; Simonside Dwarfs; Simurgh; Sina and the Eel; Singa; Sinoe; Sin-you; Siproeta; Siren; Sirena chilota; Sirena; Sirin; Sisimoto; Sisiutl; Si-Te-Cah; Sìth; Sithchean; Sithon; Six-headed Wild Ram; Siyokoy; Sjörå; Skeleton; Skin-walker; Skogsjungfru; Skogsnufvar; Skogsrå; Skogsråt; Sköll; Skookum; Skougman; Skovmann; Skrat; Skrzak; Skuld (half-elf princess); Skulld; Skunk Ape; Skvader; Sky Fox; Slattenpatte; Slavic Fairies of Fate; Slavic Mythic Creatures; Slavic Pseudo-deities; Slavic Water Spirit; Sleigh Beggey; Sleipnir; Sluagh; Smallpox demon; Smilax; Snake_Worship; Snallygaster; Snipe Hunt; Snow Lion; Snow Queen; Snow Snake; Sockburn Worm; Söedouen; Söetrolde; Soeurettes; Sōjōbō; Solomonari; Solomon's shamir; Soltrait; Somali myth; Sooterkin; Sorei; Sosamsin; Soter; Soteria; Sotret; Soucouyant; Souffle; Soul Components_Finnic Paganism; Sovereignty goddess; Spearfinger; Spey-wife; Sphinx; Spiriduș; Spirit spouse; Spirit Turtle; Spirits; Splintercat; Spor; Spriggan - Spriggans; Springheeled Jack; Sprite - Sprites; Spunkies; Squasc; Squonk; Srbinda; Sreng; St. Elmo's Fire; Stallo; Stendel; Stheno and Euryale; Stihi; Stoicheioi; Stone Sentinel Maze; Stoor worm; Storsjöodjuret; Strashila; Straszyldlo; Straw Bear; Stricha; Strigoi; Strix; Stroke Lad; Strömkarl; Struthopodes; Strzyga; Stuhać; Stymphalian birds; Su iyesi; Suanggi; Suangi; Subahu; Succarath; Succubus; Sudsakorn; Sumarr and Vetr; Sumascazzo; Sunda and Upasunda; Sundel bolong; Sunekosuri; Suparṇākhyāna; Surgat; Surtr; Susulu; Sut; Suvannamaccha; Suzuka Gozen; Svaðilfari; Svartálfar; Swan Maiden; Sweet William's Ghost; Swetylko; Sybaris; Sylph; Syöjätär; Syrbotae;

Ta'ai; Tahoe Tessie; Tailypo; Takam; Takaonna; Takarabune; Talamaur; Talos; Tam Lin; Tamamo-no-Mae; Tamangori; Tamil myth; Tan Noz; Tanabata; Tandava; Tangaroa; Tangie; Tangye; Tanin'iver; Taniwha; Tannin; Taoroinai; Taotao Mo'na; Taotie; Tapairu; Tapio; Tapire-iauara; Tarand; Tarasque; Taraxippus; Tariaksuq; Tarrasque; Tartalo; Tartaruchi; Tata Duende; Tatzelwurm; Taweret; Tawûsî Melek; Te Wheke-a-Muturangi; Teakettler; Tecmessa; Teju Jagua; Teka-her; Teke Teke; Tek-ko-kui; Telchines; Teleboans; Telemus; Ten Giant Warriors; Teng; Tenghuang; Tengu; Tenka; Tennin; Tenome; Ten-ten vilu; Tentōki and Ryūtōki; Tepegöz; Tepēyōllōtl; Teraphim; Termagant; Terrible Monster; Tesso; Tethra; Teumessian fox; Teutobochus; Teuz; Teyolía; Thalestris; Tharaka; Thardid Jimbo; Thayé; The Beast of the Earth; The Beast; The Black Dog of Newgate; The Cu Bird; The Devil Whale; The Elder Mother; The Elf Maiden; The Four Winds; The Giant Who Had No Heart in His Body; The Goose Wife; The Governor of Nanke; The Great Snake; The Green Man of Knowledge; The Heavenly Maiden and the Woodcutter; The Hedley Kow; The Imp Prince; The King of the Cats; The Laidly Worm of Spindleston Heugh; The Legend of Ero of Armenteira; The Lovers; The Mistress of Copper Mountain; The Morrígan; The Nine Peahens and the Golden Apples; The Nixie of the Mill-Pond; The Painted Skin; The Precious Scroll of the Immortal Maiden Equal to Heaven; The Prince Who Wanted to See the World; The Queen of Elfan's Nourice; The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise; The Silbón; The sixteen dreams of King Pasenadi; The Stinking Corpse (giant); The Swan Queen; The Voyage of Bran; The Voyage of Máel Dúin; The Voyage of the Uí Chorra; The Witch of Saratoga; The Woman of the Chatti; Theli (dragon); Theomachy; Theow; Thermodosa; Thetis Lake Monster; Thiasos; Thiasus; Thinan-malkia; Thiota; Thoe; Thomas Boudic; Þorbjörg lítilvölva; Þorgerðr Hölgabrúðr and Irpa; Thrasos; Three Witches; Three-legged crow; Thriae; Þrívaldi; Throne; Thrones; Thumblings; Thunderbird; Thunderdell; Þuríðr Sundafyllir; Thusser; Thyrsus (giant); Tiamat; Tianguo; Tianlung; Tianma; Tibetan myth; Tibicena; Tiddalik; Tiddy Mun; Tiddy Ones; Tigmamanukan; Tiʻitiʻi; Tikbalang; Tikokura; Tikoloshe; Tilberi; Tilla; Tinirau and Kae; Tinirau; Tintilinić; Tipua; Titania; Titanis; Titans; Titivillus; Tityos; Tiyanak; Tizheruk; Tjilpa; Tlachtga; Tlahuelpuchi; Tlanchana; Toell the Great; Tōfu-kozō; Toggeli; Toho (kachina); Tom Hickathrift; Tomtevätte; Tom-Tit; Tomtrå; Tontuu; Tooth Fairy; Topielec; Torngarsuk; Toyol; Toyotama-hime; Tragopodes; Trahlyta; Trailokyavijaya; Transformer; Trasgo; Trauco; Tree Elves; Tree Octopus; Tree of Jiva and Atman; Trenti; Trentren Vilu and Caicai Vilu; Tréo-Fall; Trickster - Tricksters; Triple-headed eagle; Tripurasura; Trishira; Triteia; Triton; Tritopatores; Troglodytae; Trois Marks (Moerae); Trojan Leaders; Trojan War characters; Troll Cat; Troll; Trow; Tsmok; Tsuchigumo; Tsuchinoko; Tsukumogami; Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto; Tsul 'Kalu; Tsurara-onna; Tsuru no Ongaeshi; Tsurubebi; Tsurube-otoshi; Tuatha dé Danaan; Tuatha; Tubo; Tuchulcha; Tudigong; Tu'er Shen; Tugarin; Tulevieja; Tulpa; Tulpar; Tumburu; Tunda; Tuometar; Tupilaq; Tur; Turoń; Türst; Turtle Lake Monster; Turul; Tuttle Bottoms Monster; Tutyr; Tuyul; Two-Toed Tom; Twrch Trwyth; Tyger; Tylwyth Teg; Typhon; Tzitzimitl;

Ubagabi; Ubume; Ucchusma; Uchchaihshravas; Uchchaishravas; Uchek Langmeitong; Udug; UFO; Ugallu; Uhaml; Uhlakanyana; Ullikummi; Ulmecatl; Ulupi; Umamba; Umang Lai; Umi zatō; Umibōzu; Umū dabrūtu; Unclean Force; Unclean Spirit; Undine; Undines; Ungaikyō; Ungnyeo; Unhcegila; Unicorn; Unners-Boes-Thi; Unterengadin; Untüeg; Untunktahe; Unut_Egypt_Rabbit-Snake-Lion_Goddess; Upamanyu; Upelluri; Upiór; Ur; Uraeus; Urayuli; Ureongi gaksi; Uriaș; Uridimmu; Urisk; Urmahlullu; Ursitoare; Ursitory; Ushi no toki mairi; Ushi-oni; Usiququmadevu; Ušumgallu; Uwan; Uylak; Uzuh;

Vadavagni; Vadleány; Vaettir; Vættir; Vahana (Mount of a Deva); Vainakh religion; Vairies; Vajrakilaya; Vajranga; Vajrayakṣa; Valac (demon); Valefar; Valkyrie; Valravn; Vâlvă; Vampire folklore worldwide; Vampire pumpkins and watermelons; Vampire; Vanapagan; Vanara; Vanir; Vanth; Vântoase; Varaha; Varahi; Vardivil; Vardøger; Vardögl; Vardöiel; Vardygr; Vassago; Vasuki_Naga_King; Vattar; Vazily; Vazimba; Ved; Vedmak; Veðrfölnir; Vegetable Lamb of Tartary; Vegoia; Vel; Veleda; Vellamo; Vemacitrin; Venediger Männlein; Ventolín; Verechelen; Verlioka; Vermillion Bird; Vesna; Vetala; Viðfinnr; Vidyadhara; Vidyādhara; Vihans; Vila; Vilenaci; Vileniki; Vili Čestitice; Vine (demon); Viprachitti; Viradha; Vishala; Vishap; Vision Serpent; Vitore; Vittra; Vivani; Vivene; Vjesci; Vodni Moz; Vodyaniye; Vodyanye; Vǫrðr; Vörnir (joetunn); Vosud; Vouivre; Vritra (dragon); Vritra; Vrukodlak; Vrykolakas; Vyaghrapada; Vyatka;

Waalrüter; Wadjet; Wag at the Wa'; Waira; Waitoreke; Wakinyan; Wakwak; Waldweibchen; Waldzwerge; Walgren Lake Monster; Walter of Aquitaine; Waluburg; Wampus Cat; Wandjina; Wangliang; Wani; Wanyūdō; Warak ngendog; Warlock; Wars and Sawa; Watatsumi; Water Bull; Water Horse; Watermöme; Wati kutjara; Wawel Dragon; Wayob; Wechselbalg; Wechuge; Weiße Frauen; Wekufe; Welsh Dragon; Welsh Giant; Wendigo; Werecat; Werehyena; Wereleopard; Werewolf; Werewolves of Ossory; Wewe Gombel; Whakatau; Whiro; White dragon; White Ladies; White Lady (wiki); White Lady; White River Monster; White Tiger; White Women; Whowie; Wicht; Wichtel; Wiedergänger; Wight; Wihwin; Wild Haggis; Wild Hunt (wiki); Wild Hunt; Wild Hunter; Wild Man of the Navidad; Wild Man; Wild Men; Wild Women; William of Lindholme; Will-o'-wisp; Willy Rua; Wind Folletti; Wind Horse; Winged cat; Winged Lion (St. Mark); Winged lion; Winged Unicorn; Wirnpa; Wirry-cow; Wisdom King; Witch; Witches of Anaga; Witege; Witte Juffern; Witte Wieven; Witte Wijven (Moerae); Witte Wiver; Wives of Rica; Wolpertinger; Wolterken; Wolves in heraldry; Woman in Black (supernatural); Wood Folk; Wood Maidens; Wood Men; Wood Trolls; Wood Women; World Elephant; World Turtle; Worm of Linton; Wrathful deities; Wulver; Wurdulac; Wurm; Wutong Shen; Wuzhiqi; Wyvern;

Xana; Xanthippe; Xanthus; Xaphan (demon); Xeglun; Xelhua; Xezbeth; Xhindi; Xian; Xiangliu; Xiao; Xicalancatl; Xiezhi; Xingtian; Xirang; Xiuhcōātl; Xtabay;

Y Ladi Wen; Yacumama; Yacuruna; Yahui; Yako; Yakseya and Yakka; Yaksha; Yakshini; Yakusanoikazuchi; Yale; Yali; Yallery Brown; Yalungur; Yam; Yama; Yamabiko; Yamabito; Yamaduta; Yamainu; Yamajijii; Yamantaka; Yamata no Orochi; Yama-uba; Yamawaro; Yanari; Yan-gant-y-tan; Yao Grass; Yāoguài; Yara-ma-ya-who; Yarthkins; Yarupari; Yashima no Hage-tanuki; Yateveo (Plant); Yato-no-kami; Yawyawk; Yazata; Yee-Na-Pah; Yehasuri; Yeii; Yekyua; Yelbeghen; Yellow Lung; Yemọja; Yenakha Paotapi; Yer iyesi; Yeren; Yernagate; Yer-sub; Yeti; Yinglung; Yobuko; Yōkai; Yokkaso; Yōsei; Yosuzume; Yotsuya Kaidan; Youkai; Yowie; Ypotryll; Ysätters-Kajsa; Ysbaddaden; Ysgithyrwyn; Yuki-Onna; Yule cat; Yum Kaax; Yumboes; Yume no seirei; Yūrei; Yuxa;

Zabaniyah; Zahhāk; Zahreil; Žaltys; Zana; Zână; Zaqar; Zār; Zaratan; Zarik; Zartai-Zartanai; Zashiki-warashi; Zȃzȇl; Zburător; Zduhać; Zelus; Zemi; Zennyo Ryūō; Zhenniao; Zheuzhyk; Zhu Bajie; Zhulung; Zhytsen; Zilant; Zimbabwe Bird; Ziminiar; Zin Kibaru; Zin; Zinselmännchen; Zipacna; Zitiron; Ziz; Zlydzens; Zmaj; Zmei (aka Zmei Gorynich); Zmeoaică; Zmeu; Zojz_Albanian_Deity; Zombie; Ztrazhnik; Zuhri; Zuibotschnik; Zuijin; Zulu religion; Zumbi; Zwerg; Zwodziasz;

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Sera Cutscene: Warm Approval

Pranks

Sera Masterpost The PC approaches Sera in the Herald's Rest.

Sera: You have a problem. That, over there, is a full tavern, but everyone’s drinking alone. They’re all up their own arses about the Inquisition. I can’t have fun with everybody whinging. And they’ll fall on their swords before Coryphenus can push them. I’m thinking pranks.

Sera (romanced): Just you and me, messing around in people’s stuff. You know, to start. Sera (not romanced): Set a few up. Knock a few down. You in or not?

Dialogue options:

General: I want them at their best. [1]

General: Should the Inquisitor do this? [2]

General: How will that help? [3]

1 - General: I want them at their best. PC: You have an odd idea of preparation. I need to keep them at their best. Sera: What’s “best,” then? Mopey? Constantly ready for death to fall from the gaping hole up there? I know people. Pissed off and fired up is better than dreary bleary. Come on! [4]

2 - General: Should the Inquisitor do this? PC: But I’m the Inquisitor. You know, the leader? Sera: Right, they’ll never suspect you. What, titles are only for getting away with bad stuff? Let’s do something fun. Come on! [4]

3 - General: How will that help? PC: I don’t understand how annoying my people will help. Sera: Look, you have experts for everything. And I know a bunch of tight-arsed people when I see them. Oh, sure, they’ll complain. But they’ll really mean, “Thank you for distracting me from the end of the stupid world.” Come on! [4]

4 - Dialogue options:

General: No, grow up. [5] -Sera disapproves

General: You go ahead without me. [6]

General: Yes, I’m in. [7] +Sera slightly approves

Flirt: Time with you sounds like fun. [8] +Sera slightly approves (female Dalish/human PC) +Sera approves (female Qunari/dwarf PC)

5 - General: No, grow up. PC: I’m running a serious organization here. Stop fooling around. Sera: The baddie you’re fighting has been all serious for, what, a thousand years? You can’t win that contest. Ugh, fine. I’ll try to find someone not pouting in their ale. Good frigging luck to me. Scene ends.

6 - General: You go ahead without me. PC: I get what you’re trying to do, but it’s not for me. You go ahead. Sera: Permission feels weird, but fine. You go not have fun. Way too much of that “not having fun” around here. I’m going to hide a snake somewhere ruffley. Scene ends.

7 - General: Yes, I’m in. PC: Lead the way. Sera: What, really? PC: Really. Sera: (Giggles.) I knew you were different. Let’s go. [9]

8 - Flirt: Time with you sounds like fun. PC: Just you and me? You know, I would like that.

Sera (male PC): Eh, don’t get excited, you’re not my thing. Your thing is not my thing. You still coming or not? [back to 4]

Sera (female Qunari PC): Oh! Yes, please. Let’s go. [9] Sera (female dwarf PC): Oh, you’re so twee! Let’s go. [9] Sera (female Dalish PC): Sure, that could work. Maybe. Let’s go. [9] Sera (female human PC): I like the sound of that. Let’s go. [9]

9 - Scene continues.

They enter Cullen’s office.

Sera: Right, General Uptight is gone. Have a search about. Find something to mess with and give your soldiers a laugh.

The PC looks at the desk.

Sera: What, the desk? Oh, yes! Centre of the empire and all that. What to do, what to do…

General: I won’t diminish my general. [10] -Sera slightly disapproves

General: Great, so what do we do? [11] +Sera slightly approves

10 - General: I won’t diminish my general. PC: This was to lower tensions, not undercut my general. Sera: What, two minutes of slightly-less-than-perfect will destroy everything? You have to make sure people don’t hate the ones in charge, by reminding them people are people all the way up. Fine, never mind. Let’s just keep moving. [12]

11 - General: Great, so what do we do? PC: All right, Sera. What do you want to do? Sera: Thing looks heavy. Don’t want to move or break it.

PC (if romancing Cullen): Oh, it’s sturdy.

Sera: I got it! Easy one! Just a slip of something under here. Sera puts something near the corner. Sera: There! Won’t notice much, but it’s just that little bit wonky. He’s so in control, that’ll piss him royally. I tell one of the soldiers, and boom! The general seems like people. And since he works for you, you seem like people. Come on, next one! [12]

12 - Scene continues.

They enter Josephine’s office.

Sera: Right. Little Lady Prissypants. Have a look for something she likes too much.

The PC investigates the door.

Sera: What, just the door? Where she greets every important idiot! Yes!

Dialogue options:

General: I can’t mock my diplomat. [13] -Sera slightly disapproves

General: All right, what do we do? [14] +Sera slightly approves

13 - General: I can’t mock my diplomat. PC: Sera, I can’t pull a prank on the chief representative of my Inquisition. Sera: Oh, of course not. Can’t risk appearances. That would be ever so common. Fine, be serious. Let’s go. [15]

14 - General: All right, what do we do? PC: Well, Sera, what do you have in mind? Sera: Hmm. (Giggles.) Get a bucket. She hangs a bucket over the door. Sera: Classic, yeah? Five minutes of sloppy boss gets you weeks of happy kitchen staff. Except for the one who cleans it up, I suppose. But whatever! Next stop! [15]

15 - Scene continues.

They enter the rookery.

Sera: Right, something to get our Shadow of Birds loosened up. Gotta be something. Have a search.

The PC finds a box.

Sera: What’s that? A locked… no, leave that. Not interested in her hidden things. Not for just a bit of fun. Maybe… feed her messengers something gassy? No, birds don’t parp. But they flap, and… uh. Huh.

Solas: Who is up there?

Dialogue options:

General: It’s the Inquisitor and Sera. [16] -Sera slightly disapproves

General: Run! [17] +Sera slightly approves

16 - General: It’s the Inquisitor and Sera. PC: Nothing to worry about, Solas. It’s just me and Sera. Solas: Well. All right, then. Sera: Ugh, what fun is that? Let’s go. [18]

17 - General: Run! PC: Go! Sera: Pfft! (Laughing.) They run off. [18]

18 - Scene continues.

PC did no pranks Sera: You’re not much fun, you know? I suppose you think that’s the job, being all serious? I mean, if that’s what you want, fine. But if someone said that’s what you “should be,” maybe tell them to piss up a rope.

PC did some pranks Sera: You’re fun. Sometimes, anyway. Better than most. Makes you seem normal.

PC did all the pranks Sera: That was fun. An Inquisitor of the people, still remembering you’re one of them. If all they got was the Herald stuff, the serious bit, you’d start to sound pretty scary. That works, but not for long.

Dialogue options:

General (did no pranks): It’s just not me. [19]

General (did all pranks): Anything to keep us inspired. [20] +Sera slightly approves

General: I should appear respectable. [21]

General: You don’t make a lot of sense. [22]

19 - General: It’s just not me. PC: Sorry, that just isn’t something I feel I can be. Sera: Fine, be that way. I suppose it doesn’t matter. Just remember: from down here, everyone up top sort of looks the same. [23]

20 - General: Anything to keep us inspired. PC: Whatever it takes. I’d start throwing pies if it kept people inspired. Sera: Pies is so good. And Coryphenus would never do that. Good thing for you, innit? Because from the bottom, everyone up top sort of seems the same. [23]

21 - General: I should appear respectable. PC: I should be someone they can look up to and respect. Sera: You their leader or their [daddy/mummy]?Maybe some of them want that, I suppose. Up to you, oh Herald of everything. [23]

22 - General: You don’t make a lot of sense. PC: I… think you’re off the mark… by a lot. Sera: Oh, probably. But it works on me, and everyone I know, so I’m right. Same reason everyone else thinks they’re right. It’s all bull, so pick the advice you like, I guess. [23]

23 - Scene continues.

PC did no pranks Sera: Doesn’t always have to be so boring. Cheers anyway, Inquisitor. Try to have some fun. Sera stands and leaves. Scene ends.

PC did some/all pranks Sera (female PC flirted before): It was fun chasing you, Inquisitor. Nice view. Sera: Anyway, fun time, Inquisitor.

If Josephine was pranked Josephine: You! Josephine storm into the Herald’s Rest. Sera: Oh, frig! You did it. (Laughing.) Sera runs off. Scene ends.

If Josephine was not pranked Sera: Cheers to living before you die, yeah? Sera stands and leaves. Scene ends.

[jjungkooksthighs]

Those orbs of his dilate at that, the rumble released from the depths of his chest before deepening to a growl that winds her around his fingers like twine despite the desecration it vows. 

“You are a desirous little thing. You’ve had my cock filling you up, you’ve had my fingers inside you, and still you want more.” He inches closer, and every little movement has her scampering back until her spine hits the headboard. “Is it that you want to drive me crazy, or is it that you want my tongue in that cunt of yours to make it so that you cannot even move?”

Her skin pebbles at his words, but she keeps her eyes attached to his. Looking away now would mean she let her nervousness that slithers around her stomach be victorious. 

And this is a battle. Not one of claws and teeth, but a more licentious sort. The kind that will most definitely leave her unable to walk properly. 

Her silence invites his jest. “What happened to stopping me, omega? What of Seokjin and your own handmaidens that will no doubt hear you moaning and whimpering when I ravage you? When I stick my tongue between your legs and devour all of that slick that you made for me when I fucked you last?”

His vulgar words have her breathing heavily, the air hard to find to fill the neediness he causes.

She can’t think past the fog of lust that has settled over her mind, his pheromones easily dispersing all other thoughts or considerations.

His larger form dwarfs her own until all she can see is him as he stalks closer, and the scent he releases urges words to loose from her lips before she can really even decipher them. “I like watching you work for me, alpha. So come and get me.”

Her alpha's long, drawn-out laugh is an omen of danger and twisted interest as he moves ever closer, "Worry not, female. I always liked a good chase. Let's see how long you can entertain me."

The tone of his voice and the accompanying words send a shiver down her spine, the reflex visible, her excitement tangible.

And yet, the closer he gets, the more her confidence slips away, those words that so readily left her lips earlier now mere stutters and whimpers as she crawls away further, her breath hitching when her back hits the headboard with a soft thud, the sound makes her flinch for it makes her thoughts dart away from the male that inches closer to her, her eyes flitting about the room desperately trying to think of a way not to lose that bold voice she'd managed to grow in the last few minutes.

But she's too slow, too worked up, and far too on edge to really manage that so fast, and before she knows it, he's already towering over her, his mere torso dwarfing her much smaller body such that it makes her heart ache and flutter in the most delightful of ways.

Huh.. just a little bit of distance made her grow so bold earlier. It's funny how she can't do anything but blink up at him with those big eyes of hers now, utterly baffled and surprised, as if she wasn't the one that started this in the first place.

The look on her face paired with the mewl that leaves her when he leans down makes him chuckle, the sound long and drawn out, a trail of goosebumps prickling her skin in the process.

It makes her nearly give in to the chase, her legs twitching underneath him.

But she still had to respond to him.

She couldn't forget that now, could she?

"e-entertain you?.." she stutters, her voice lost midway, crumbling under his hot gaze.

Her feet press into the mattress in an effort to calm down, and her back slowly slides down the headboard when he moves further towards her, the urge to hide eating away at her now.

"What's wrong, omega?" he rasps in her ear, the baritone reverberating off the walls of the room, the smirk on his face telling her that he was enjoying making her flustered like this. "Scared, little one?"

Her alpha simply inclines his head, his eyes windows to the answer she sought.

Through them, she could see the furnishings of desire and the colorings of his vivid love.

The two always existed there, deep inside them.

She could so easily dwell there, at home and at peace with her rambling, fluttering heart.

Stronger than any brick or stone, his passion was there, too. Nestled within every fleck of those beautiful irises of gold.

"Of you? I could sooner be afraid of a firefly, my alpha." She supplies, fondness filling the places inside her that she never knew they could. "You could never make me fear you. You may be intimating at times," she lifts one arm, brushing a perfectly curved tendril of hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear, "but fear does not exist when I think of you."

Her sincerity sobers him, the lust that had been there in his eyes blanketed by something so much more affectionate.

"That is the answer I had longed to hear, my love." He leans down, nuzzling his nose against her collarbones and inhaling deeply, as if her scent was his lifeline. "You should know there is love purer than mine. I would never want the love of my life to fear me. Under any circumstance. The only things you should ever feel for me are that which you see in my eyes."

He plants one of his hands on either side of her head, the other languidly playing with the material of her dress along her side. His fingers, capable of such destruction and strength, exercise so much restraint now. As if...as if she is a treasure that he could not bear to deface.

"Only you have the power to make me this way." He confesses, lifting his head so he can press his lips to where his nose had been between her collarbones. "You doubt yourself, and you worry that I will become dissatisfied with you, but you needn't." He makes his way up her throat with his lips, her skin underneath heating at the warmness of them. "There is nothing you can do that would ever be cause for me to leave. We are bonded– mated– to each other for all eternity. Even if you stopped loving me, I would forever be under your power." His lips scale upward, over her chin, "I could never take another woman without repulsion loosening itself over me. And your scent, my love, your very trace, will remain on me until I draw my last breath just as mine will remain forever on you." When his mouth finally lays over hers and he eases her onto her back, she lets him. His words had been the balm for her soul that she never asked him to mend, but nonetheless, just as he always had done, he was fixing her.

Little by little. Day by day. Moment by moment.

And she was nothing if not grateful. Thankful to have this man–her alpha– all to herself. Once, she would have felt herself selfish for wanting–no, needing– this. Him. But no longer.

He had taught her many things, but to love–both herself and him– that was something no jewel or gem or could buy.

And she had no one but him that she owed for that.

[lovelymindescape]

hi! i was wondering if i could get romantic male matchup for the hobbit and/or stranger things?

my pronouns are she/her

i'm enfp 7w8, leo

i'm 6'0 and have amber eyes, long gold blond curly hair and hourglass figure

i'm positive and upbeat person, i try to see the bright side in most situations

i'm friendly, energetic, confident, sarcastic, responsible, maybe a bit chaotic, cheerful and bubbly

i care about my friends and family a lot, and go out of my way to show it

i enjoy having fun and living life to the fullest

i'm very competitive and passionate person

i really like puzzles, riddles and crosswords

i love making people smile

i have morbid, dark sense of humor

sometimes i randomly say a weird obscure fact in the middle of conversation

i can play on violin, cello, piano, guitar, saxophone, harp and drums, i'm currently learning how to play on trumpet

i like poetry and sometimes i write a poem or two, also i'm writing my book

i'm ballet dancer since i was a kid and i love performing

i'm working on my own cartoon

i never quite grew out of the fantasy phase, and i'm still enamored with tales of changelings and witches

i work as illustrator for fantasy books and books for kids

i'm kinda struggling with taking rest, doing nothing, because there is always something to do, something new to learn, etc.

i'm afraid of stagnation

i overuse this kind of emojis→(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

my style is something between whimsigothic and cryptidcore

i love: collecting things, astronomy, tea, making and watching movies, forests, making jewelry, cooking, baking, d&d, horrors, animals, plants, gardening, traveling, art, history, world mythologies, learning new things, psychology, handicraft

sorry if it's too chaotic

i hope you have a fantastic day (⁠◍���•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

You sound like a very cool person to me <3 I had much Information to work with and it's not to chaotic

I ship you with

LINDIR

you are an elf of Rivendell

your like the good soul of the house

he had known you from the very beginning

one of your closest friends

after years you both had fallen for eachother , but tried to hide it

one day he was walking through the many of the floors to get a clear mind

when he came to your door he heard you playing music

he knocked , you let him in

you were a bit nervous since you were now alone with him but you just kept playin

this day he just sat there and watched you in an awe

after that , the next day dwarfes came to your home , since you good with instruments , you were there to "entertain" them

one of the dwarfs admired you from afar , that´s when Lindir got jealous

he realised he really loved you and he couldn`t keep it to himself anymore

after the dinner , he took you to a bit more silent place

you had a feeling what was coming so when he started talking , you just cut him of by wrapping your hand around his neck

since that day you were happy in a relationship

sometimes you do riddels or puzzels with him , sometimes he just watces you practice ballet or one of your instruments

you write eachother loveletters and poems

at night you sometimes just lay in his arm and he tells you stories or reads to you

he makes sure , that when your working you take a break , drink and eat enough and not overwork yourself

your dates are mostly just meeting maybe at a lake and you make jewelry, while he does some of his hobbies , or you maybe do candle drawing , so it´s mostly just craftdates , or you go out at night and watch the stars

so you got a very loving partner , who would do anthing with and for you

hey , i hope you like it . i´m sorry that´s it so short , i hope it´s ok

it was my first one so tell me if it´ ok and/or what i could do better

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 3

Enver Gortash/Trans male Tiefling Durge

The bloodshed was waning by now. Sentry felt a little pang in his heart as he realized the night guards (and indeed, any archivist unlucky enough to be working late) had been dispatched or subdued. He allowed himself to be caught off guard just a moment as the beautiful elf expertly eviscerated a burly dwarf with a blade on the heel of her boot. He didn't see the sword wielding human trying to creep up behind him, but he did turn as he heard a death rasp and a sickening crack. His would be attacker slumped to the floor and behind the man stood Enver Gortash, carelessly inspecting the delightfully deadly looking gauntlet he wore. Sentry looked down, the man's neck was snapped, not merely broken, the gleaming white of his spine dripping in blood and gore was visible poking out like an over large thorn from his ruined neck. Sentry looked back up at Gortash, who was now looking to his men who were expertly reclaiming father's things under Sceleritas' careful direction. The tyrant's face was so beautiful in this moment, blood spray freckling his deep olive flesh and rich black hair, the shape of his profile was something an artist like Sentry could only dream of being inspired to paint. His breath caught in his throat and he realized his next masterpiece. “Is something wrong, my dear executioner?” The sardonic smile on Gortash's face begged to be slashed from ear to ear. Sentry blinked and shook his head, righting himself. “Oh, uh...no. No, everything's great. But...um...hey, you've got all these designs for high politics, yeah? Ever thought of having a portrait done?” The young man asked, fingers reaching out to touch the bloodied, bristled flesh of Gortash's jawline. “You cut an imposing figure and I'd love to paint you.” To dig in, to pull away that flesh. To paint his visage in his own blood. Sentry felt a tightening at his groin. “Oh? You'd truly like to paint me?” That smirk again. He had to know what Sentry was feeling just now. “Well, I'd be a fool to turn down such an offer from such a talented artist. I assume given that your skulking, brooding friend has been following me for some time now, you know where to come?” So he knew Jackal was tailing him. As much as Sentry despised his brother, Jackal was an excellent hunter, which meant Gortash was far more clever than he thought. Or he had far better resources. This alliance would be much more beneficial than he'd dreamed and when it was over, the aftermath would be so much sweeter.

“Yes, of course. But for now, it's really time we got these things home...although...” His eyes fell to the surviving, cowering non-combatants Gortash had kneeling and trembling in a row. Sentry's bright eyes flicked back to the tyrant with the look of a date who has seen some fine jewelry in a shop. “May I? My halberd is thirsty, it didn't like being set aside for the smaller blades...and after all, I have such a vision in mind, it will require a lot of ribs.” “Be my guest, dear Executioner, after all, I've always wondered why you're called that.” Gortash bowed graciously and stood back, arms folded across his chest making him look quite imposing in the black horned half-mask he wore, hands painted jet black beneath his gauntlet. Sentry nodded and drew his weapon, the true extension of his form as much as any brush or chisel and every bit a tool of his artistry. The Banite guarding them looked to Gortash briefly and the lordling motioned for him to step back and give the command. “Right, necks out, you lot!” The burly armored woman barked. As if dragged by the hand of Bane himself, the frightened archivists were forced forward on their hands and knees, necks bared and ready. Sentry clutched his halberd tightly and breathed in the scent of their fear. Exquisite. He raised the weapon and in the blink of an eye, the first head rolled to the floor in a glorious spray of crimson. Each cut was clean and precise and as each body fell separated from its head, Sceleritas and the beautiful elf lovingly began extracting the parts Sentry requested for his projects.

When the last head rolled, Sentry knelt in the pooling blood, lowering his hands into it and painting his face slowly and reverently. He bowed his head and clasped his hands in prayer, eyes closed and voice silent for some time. Finally he rose to his feet and looked across the room, mismatched eyes meeting deep, dark emerald. The feeling was electric. Sentry felt it and so did Gortash. As the Bhaalists and Banites left the scene of slaughter with their prizes in tow, the two knew this would not be the last time they saw eachother, not even close.

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

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The directions he’d been given were poor, but pilgrims and recruits and volunteers were pouring into Skyhold from all over Thedas, and Fenris only had to follow the rough direction of the stream. He stayed off the roads as much as possible, because the staring and the fear and the questions got extremely irritating after a while, and the darker his scowl was the more obnoxious people were. He knew he was a feral thing, but the general public could at least have the courtesy not to look at him like he was a rabid dog, long let loose from his master’s leash. Alas.

The hike up into the mountains took Fenris three days, because he lost the path completely at one point and had to fight off a bear before he could find it again, and he has a bloody strip of cloth wrapped around his shoulder when he finally stalks up to the gates of Skyhold. The guards give him a shocked look, and he almost walks right past them before one calls a halt, and Fenris stops and lets them hold him outside of the walls until Varric arrives to vouch for him.

“No armed strangers,” one of the guards says apologetically. He has a lowborn Tevinter accent and auburn hair, with a genial look about him. “Particularly not ones with giant broadswords and frankly intimidating armour.”

“Fair enough,” Fenris replies. He’s maybe a little unnecessarily short, but the guard only gives him a wry grin and settles back on his heels. He’s carrying an unusual mace, a huge thing with a handle as long as he is tall, and Fenris eyes it curiously.

“I’m not a totally average recruit,” the guard says, when he notices Fenris noticing. “But the Commander was looking for a few extra guards for today, and I figured buying a little more goodwill for my crew can never hurt.” He tugs off one of his gauntlets and offers his hand. “Krem, lieutenant of the Chargers. Who are you, again?”

Fenris considers the man’s hand for a minute, then clasps it briefly before pulling away. He doesn’t take off his own gauntlet. “Fenris.”

“Oh- you’re the one Varric talks about? You said you knew him, yeah?”

Fenris nods, and tries to convey without saying anything that he- well, that he doesn’t want to say anything. He didn’t come here to make friends; he just wants to get inside the walls and find Hawke.

“He did say you were quiet,” the guard muses, but then he falls silent, and Fenris barely holds back a sigh of relief.

“Broody!”

The sigh escapes, but more as exasperation than relief. “Varric,” he says, and looks up to see the dwarf walking toward him at a brisk pace. There are two elves following him, a slender male elf with Dalish marks on his face and a taller, bald elf with no marks at all, not anyone Fenris knows, and he dismisses them.

“Making Krem’s acquaintance, are you?” Varric asks when he gets closer. “He’s from Tevinter, you know.”

“I guessed as much,” Fenris says. “Where’s Hawke?”

Varric chuckles. “As single-minded as always, I see. Well, hold your horses for a minute and let me make introductions.” He gestures behind him to the shorter elf- he’s not unhandsome, a little shorter than Fenris and willowy, dressed in fitted black clothing. “Fenris, this is our mighty Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste himself, blessed of-”

“Yes, thank you Varric,” the Inquisitor says, and steps forward to offer his hand to Fenris. His left hand is kept curled closed and close to his side. “Nice to meet you, Fenris. Hawke talks about you.”

The familiarity with which the Inquisitor makes Fenris rankle a little, and he forces himself not to let his hackles rise, because if he lets himself get upset now seeing Hawke will be all the harder. “A pleasure,” he says, not even trying to sound sincere. “Varric, Hawke-”

“Easy, Broody. One more. This is Solas- he’s a mage, just so you know.”

Fenris eyes him, and then ignores the hand Solas holds out. “Wonderful,” he grunts. “Hawke.”

Solas laughs, withdrawing his hand without seeming offended. “You are an interesting one. Well, we’ll speak later, I suppose.”

Fenris ignored him, his attention on Varric, who heaves a long-suffering sigh and waves him forward. “Come on, then.”

Fenris follows, nodding to the guard, Krem. The Inquisitor and Solas don’t follow, and when Fenris is sure they ave some privacy, he asks, “Where is he?”

“Probably in the library,” Varric says, and Fenris nods- no surprise. “I should warn you- the library is the regular haunt of our token Tevinter altus, Dorian. If he’s with Hawke, please try not to kill him. He’s offensive even to the most mild-mannered, and he’d be very good at pushing your buttons. We like him, though, and I’d really rather that you not tear his throat out with your teeth.”

“I don’t tear people’s throats out with my teeth.”

“With you hands, then. Whatever.”

Fenris can’t really say anything to that, so he doesn’t. It makes Varric laugh again. “But really, Broody. Don’t kill him. Or Hawke, actually.”

“No promises,” Fenris says, though he wasn’t really planning to kill Hawke. Just… punch him. Maybe twice. For walking out in the middle of the night, leaving him to wake to a cold bed and a note on the pillow. I want you to be safe, and I don’t know that where I’m going won’t be dangerous. You’re doing good work, and you don’t need me, at least for a while. I’ll find you when this is over. Bullshit. There was a hole in the sky and rifts with demons pouring out of them; Fenris had fought as many of them as he had slavers in the weeks since Hawke had aband- left him, and yet he thought he was safer on his on? No.

Varric is studying Fenris when he glances over again, and Fenris looks away quickly. “He just took off, didn’t he?” Varric asks quietly, and Fenris nods only the tiniest bit. Varric curses. “He didn’t say. I’m sorry, Fenris- I’d have been quicker about contacting you if I’d known. You know Hawke, though.”

Fenris waves a hand, a rough, jerky movement that makes his wounded shoulder ache. “Leave it, Varric,” he says quietly.

“Sure.”

They make the rest of the walk to the library in silence, though the bustle of the keep surrounds them, and Fenris distracts himself by looking around. Skyhold is busy and populated by every possible sort of person. He hears snatches of different languages on the air, and the accents of every region of Thedas. All four races are represented at least in some part- a huge Qunari is laughing as he fends off the strikes of four- no, five soldiers in a training ring, elves, humans and dwarves all gathered to watch. A large number of the keeps denizens are humans, but there are plenty of pointed ears visible, and Fenris is not sure when he last so many of his own kind intermingled with humans when they were not servants or slaves. Not since he was last in a large city, at least, and even there elves were usually lower-class citizens at best. Mages, too, he notices keenly. Men and women both human and elven walk with staves carried openly on their backs, and it makes Fenris wary. Wary but hesitantly glad, for if other mages are free here so too can Hawke be.

The library is a warm space filled with the quiet crackle of a fire and the smell of ink and paper. There are voices coming from one corner, hidden by a bookshelf, and Varrics mutters another curse before grabbing Fenris’s wrist. “Dorian’s here,” he mutters. “Hold your temper, if you can.”

“I’ll do my best,” Fenris mutters, but Varric’s warnings have put him on edge. They round the bookshelf, and two men come into view, leaning close together over a book. One is dark-skinned and dressed in Tevinter fashion, his voice rich with the accent of Fenris’s homeland as he speaks. He looks up as they approach, falling quietly, but Fenris can barely afford him any attention- his gaze is fixed on the familiar shaggy fall of black hair across familiar broad shoulders, and he can barely breath as the other man turns, curious about the interruption.

“Oh,” Hawke says, when he finally registers what he’s seeing. Fenris realized his lips have parted, and snaps his jaw shut, clenching his teeth so tightly they ache. “Dorian, maybe you should go.”

Dorian looks at Fenris hard, frowns, and then nods and murmurs, “Certainly. We’ll continue this later.”

Hawke just waves him away, and the other man slips past Fenris and then both he and Varric are gone and Fenris cannot restrain himself any more. He throws himself at Hawke, uncaring of the points on his armour, uncaring of anything but that his whole world has tilted back onto its right axis.

Hawke’s arms come around Fenris so easily, and he clutches him tightly. “Fenris,” Hawke says into his hair, and Fenris cannot stop tears from springing to his eyes as they stand in their desperate embrace. Then he blinks them away, and and shoves Hawke away from him, hard enough that his back thumps against the bookshelf and all the air rushes out of his chest. As he’s wheezing, Fenris strips off his right gauntlet and then punches Hawke hard across the jaw, though perhaps not quite hard enough to break it.

“Maker damn you!” Fenris shouts, and the tears return, furious ones this time. “You utter- you left me! In the middle of the damned night, Hawke, I had no idea where you’d gone. How much did you have to pay that innkeeper to refuse to tell me, hm? I asked every person in town which direction you’d gone, but no one had seen you. What if you’d died? What if you’d died and I hadn’t been there, and I never saw you again? How long would it have been? It took Varric’s letter weeks to reach me! It might have been that long or longer, and you’d be buried or burned by then, and I would have been denied even a goodbye! You ass!” Then he hits Hawke again, while the man is still gaping at him. Not without reason, Fenris supposes. He’s not sure he’s ever put that many words together in a string in his life, never mind in front of Hawke. He’s also sounding a little hysterical, and thinks that maybe he should calm down, but he just- he can’t. He’s been tightly wound since he got Varric’s letter, more than a week ago, and he’s been missing Hawke for weeks and weeks. He’s been alone for weeks.

“I’m so sorry,” Hawke says, and wraps Fenris back in his arms as soon as he���s sure he’s not going to get a fist in the gut as well. “I shouldn’t have, but I needed to know you were safe. Safer, anyway.”

“The whole of Thedas is crawling with demons, you utter idiot,” Fenris says, his tone scathing. “There is no such thing is safe. Not safer than we would be together. You need me, and I need you. You can’t just- just take off because of some damn Warden business that you get into your head. You are not a Grey Warden, Hawke.”

“I know,” Hawke says. “But I thought- I just wanted to help. You know me.”

“I do,” Fenris agrees, “which is why I’m not going to kill you. But you left me, Garrett. You left me.”

“I’m sorry.” Hawke is speaking into Fenris’s hair, and then leans back just enough to pull his face up for a soft kiss. Fenris sighs against his lips. He hasn’t touched anyone in what feels like an age, and Hawke is so warm. So familiar. Safe. “I love you.”

“And I you, you daft bastard,” Fenris mutters against Hawke’s mouth. “Tell me you have a bed in this drafty castle.”

“You’re one to talk about draft- you lived with corpses for roommates for years,” Hawke reminds, laughing, but he as he does so he grabs Fenris’s wrist and leads him out of the library. They leave Fenris’s gauntlet behind, lying abandoned on the floor. Neither notices.

back, back, back. (forward.)

okay!!! originally wrote this for vit and i have actually posted an ao3 link already but like… here it is on tumblr in case ppl want to read it here/so more people can find it.  m!hawke/fenris, about 2k words, basically: fenris shows up in skyhold, kinda pissed off. and by kinda i mean a lot, poor baby, hawke fucked off in the middle of the night like an asshole and left him a damned NOTE. what a dick. anyway, enjoy.

[barefoothighlander]

Protective Ghost perhaps ?

Love me a protective hulk of a man and clapping my cheeks like a mad man 🫣

scary boyfriend privileges for real

warnings: mdni (18+), unwanted male attention, insinuation of assault, smut, unprotected pinv, est relationship, masturbation (fem), fingering, creampie, rough sex, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, lil bit of choking, possessive!ghost, rank kink if u squint

"Hey, where are you?"

"Just at the house, Is everything alright love?" He can sense the panic in your voice through the phone,

"Everything's fine just, do you think you'd be able to pick me up?"

"Be there in 10"

He ends the call, leaving you to listen to the echoes of strangers in the streets, standing alone outside your office building, you didn't intend on working late but something had come up and you told Simon that you'd just walk home after work, it was only a few blocks to your shared flat.

At first, he blatantly refused the idea, arguing that he'd just pick you up even if it meant waiting around for a few hours when he already had plans, you argued back stating that it wouldn't be dark considering the sun wouldn't set till later, and the walk was short. Eventually, he gave in, agreeing to your terms of having your location on during your walk and keeping a finger on the pepper spray he had placed in your purse.

Everything was going fine until you actually stepped out of the office, ignorant to the fact that there was a football match that night, and the pubs would be littered with drunk patrons, shouting from every street corner. The echoes of their voices made you nervous, the fact that you didn't have your scary boyfriend to protect you made it worse, a small panic setting into your nerves as you picked at your nails.

You move to the curb to watch for his truck, eyes glazing over every pair of headlights that made their way down the street, tapping your foot in an effort to ease yourself.

"OI"

You turn your attention to the shout,

"Yea you, whatcha doin all alone out here love?" A man standing a few feet away begins walking towards you, even from the distance you can smell the alcohol on him, turning away to ignore him.

"Ah c'mon then, just tryna have a chat"

"M'not interested, sorry"

"Inna chat? Don't worry I won't bite"

You take a few steps back as the man gets closer, invading your space as he continues to speak,

"Don't have to be a priss, just wondering why a pretty lil thing like you s'all alone"

"I'm waiting for someone" You nervously dart your eyes around, willing Simon to appear,

He stumbles closer "You gotta boyfriend?"

"Yep" You cross your arms over your chest, walking backwards as the man continues to get closer

"Bet I'd treat ya better, wouldn't let you walk around all alone" He drags out the last word, staring directly at you,

"You know, I'm just gonna walk, have a good night" You turn to walk down the street, moving at a rushed pace,

"I'll walk you home" He moves in tandem with you

"No that's alright, I'll manage"

Your body freezes as his hand makes contact with your arm, tugging you back a step as he grips the skin, "Why've you got to be such a bitch?"

You try to pull your arm from his hold, "Excuse me?"

"Just tryna be nice"

"You're hurting me" Your body is in full panic, your mind racing as the man's stare pins you down, his grip firing you backwards until your back collides with the wall.

"You know it'd be a lot easier if you played along"

His words make your chest feel hollow, your eyes moving to avoid his gaze before they land on a pair of headlights in front of you, the slam of a car door breaking your focus as you let out a sigh at the sight of your boyfriend moving towards you.

In a flash the man is off you, Simon's grip around his collar as he pins him to the wall, the back of his head hitting against the stone as you gasp.

"Si-"

"Get the fuck out of here"

The stranger's eyes widen at the sight of the masked man, Simon's large form dwarfing his as his arm holds his shirt tight around his neck, Simon releases him, the man gasping for air, sparing you a final look before rushing down the street.

"I'm sorry I-"

He cuts you off, "Get in the car"

You spend the short ride home in silence, not even bothering to turn the radio on, the tension in the air palpable as you let yourself out of the truck, following behind Simon as he makes his way into the house.

You flinch as he slams the door behind him,

"M'not mad at you" His voice comes from behind you

"I know"

You watch as he storms toward the bedroom in a fury, his fists clenched as he breezes by you. following him through the room. Your eyes are glued to him as he sits in a chair, alone in the corner facing the bed, his legs spread as his hands settle on the arms of the seat.

"Take your clothes off"

You do as he says, nervous fingers working to remove your shirt before reaching for the belt on your pants, tugging them down your legs,

"All your clothes"

You stand naked before him, his eyes roaming over your form, his stare making goosebumps rise on your skin,

"Get on the bed"

You sit on the edge of the mattress, shuffling your body backwards as you rest against your arms,

"I want you to touch yourself, and keep your eyes on me"

Your throat dries at his words, your eyes looking for some sign of sympathy but there's nothing behind the mask, doing as you're told you snake a hand down your torso, settling your fingers against your clit, cursing yourself at how wet you already were.

You work your fingers around the bud, keeping your gaze locked on him as pleasure blossoms in your chest, your heels digging into the sheets as you find a rhythm.

He doesn't say anything but you can see the strain on his knuckles as he grips the armrests of the chair, his pants growing tighter with every moan that falls from your lips. You're teetering on the edge but it's not enough,

"Simon, please,"

"Your fingers not enough?"

You shake your head, "Need you"

"Need me to what?"

"Need you to fuck me, please"

He wastes no time in standing from the chair, practically tearing his pants down before his hands grip your waist, flipping you with ease so that your chest presses against the mattress, your cheek digging into the sheets as he presses his length against you.

He groans at the feeling of your weeping pussy against his length, his palms spreading you so he can get a better view,

“So fucking perfect, you gonna be good for me?”

You wriggle your hips for him, “Yes, all for you”

“Good girl” He drags his palm along the length of your spine, settling his fingers around the nape of your neck as he lines himself up, teasing his head through your folds, collecting your slick before inserting himself.

He bottoms out with a grunt, his pubic bone pressing against your ass as he leans over your form, caging you and forcing you to take every inch of him. You whimper below him, begging him to move as he holds himself still inside you.

He pulls himself nearly all the way out before thrusting back in, forcing a yelp from you as he begins pumping into your pussy, your slick gathering around his shaft as his cock splits you open.

“So fuckin tight love”

His fingers dig into your waist with a bruising grip, holding you still as he thrusts into you, you can feel the coil inside you still burning but it’s still not enough,

“Si, please, need more”

His hand reaches around your neck, pulling you from the bed so your back is flush with his chest, his fingers teasing on your pulse point. He snakes his other hand around to toy with your clit, you clench down on him as he makes contact, his rough fingers circling the bud.

“Can’t cum unless it’s me huh?”

You shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut,

“Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You Si, fuck”

“Not good enough” His hand constricts around your throat

You struggle to find your words, his cock driving into you from below, “It’s yours Lieutenant, only yours”

“Much better” His hand releases your throat allowing you to gasp for air in between your moans, your orgasm threatening to erupt from inside you.

His hands knead at your breasts, teasing and pinching the raised buds as his fingers work in tandem with his strokes, you reach behind you to touch him, to grab anything to ground yourself , your fingers settling on the hem of his mask.

“That’s it love, soak my cock, show me how good I make you feel”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire as all your muscles tense, Ghosts moans fill your ears as your pussy clenches down on him, his hips stuttering for a moment as he fucks you through your high.

When he feels you come down he pulls himself out, groaning at the loss of contact as his hands find their way back to your waist, flipping you onto your back and slotting himself between your legs.

You wrap your limbs around him, holding him to you as he pushes deep inside you, his face is inches from yours, his eyes glued to where you meet.

“Gonna fill this fucking pussy, maybe i’ll fuck a baby into you, s’that what you want? Want everyone to see your stomach grow with my fuckin seed? Let them know who you belong to?”

His gaze turns to you, his dark eyes staring back at you, you struggle to form a response, your hand moving to tug at the hem of his mask as your hooded eyes watch him. Like he’s reading your mind he tears the mask off in seconds, revealing his face to you, his rosy cheeks and plump lips, the way his jaw clenches with every thrust.

“I’m yours, only yours”

His lips crash into yours, swallowing your moans as he kisses you, rough and messy as your arms snake around his neck, holding him to you.

He pulls back, his forehead resting on yours, “Fuck, squeezing me so tight beautiful”

“Cum in me Si, need to feel you”

He watches your eyes fill with lust, your soaking pussy swallowing him as he bottoms out, your heels dig into his back as he spills his seed into you, coating your walls.

“Fuckin hell” He holds himself inside you as he finishes, his softening cock holding his cum deep in your pussy as he leans in for another kiss, it’s more tender this time.

He pulls out of you slowly, pushing up the bed and lying back as his arms tug you to him, your legs tangling with him as your hands find their spot on his chest.

“M’sorry”

His fingers thread through your hair, “S’not your fault love”

“I know I just feel stupid”

“You’re not stupid, you shouldn’t have to deal with shit like that”

You give a small hun in response,

“I would’ve killed him”

“I know”

“Like terrible, awful, excruciating pain kinda murder”

You huff a small laugh in response, knowing that he was deadly serious as you push yourself from his side, your palms nudging him over,

“C’mon go get dressed for bed”

[lem0nshark-writes]

"Amongst the Roses"

Lindir x Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 1056

Warnings: Fluffff, Slight awkward flirting, dwarves being dwarves, smug and sarcastic dwarf comments, flowersss, wrote this as a male reader insert in mind but gender is not mentioned or referred to so gender neutral it is •-•, tbh not enough Lindir fanfics out there \•-•/ especially w/ m!readers ;-; , reader's a dwarf

You and the company had come to Rivendell and the elves were more than welcoming for all of you, letting you get freshened up, setting you up a lovely lunch and a place to lounge afterwards. Though still, you all didn't trust them very much. Those tall bastards had to do a lot more than that to make up and be considered even slightly trustworthy.

After the feast, which you did enjoy, but others didn't seem to quite share your opinion, you decided to go on a little stroll around the gardens, spotting them as the elves took you around Rivendell upon arrival.

You slid away from the company, making sure no elves notice you stealing away and made your way towards one of the nice places you spotted and noted in your head earlier.

It wasn't a long walk from where everyone else was but it was long enough for you to not be seen by anyone and enjoy some solitude.

When you entered the garden through a large intricately decorated iron fence door you were immediately surrounded by many beautifully scented flowers and plants. You made your way down a long narrow stone path, admiring the beautiful flowers and plants the elves so lovingly took care of.

Quite frankly you were amazed. You hated to admit it and you would never say it out loud, but you were amazed. You never thought elves could ever take good care of something so beautiful.

You smiled at yourself as you leaned in, gently bringing a rose flower to your nose with your stubby hand and took in a sniff. The flowery scent filled your nose and you let out a happy sigh.

You wanted to pick the beautiful flower but you knew elves would be mad, and quite frankly you didn't feel like listening to their annoying blabbering.

While you were engulfed in your thoughts you didn't notice a tall figure approaching you from behind.

"Enjoying our garden? I planted those myself, do you like them?" came voice behind you making you jump up and swiftly turn around, letting go of the flower in your hand.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you-," said the elf, whom you earlier got to know as Lindir, with a smile.

"You didn't .. startle me!" you blushed deep red though trying to hide it, not wanting to give it to him that he made you blush.

He smiled at that, finding your reaction very adorable.

"Would you mind if I joined you on the walk?" he asked, now slightly blushing himself.

You did find him glancing at you often during the lunch but you just shrugged it off thinking that that's what elves do.

"Uhm whatever it's your garden-," you blushed deeper, looking away from the tall male.

He smiled at that brightly and softly made his way to stand beside you as you two continued walking, the path just wide enough to have you both walk closely beside one another.

"I didn't know dwarves enjoyed and appreciated flowers," he added, though trying his best to not make it sound like an insult but a positive surprise, which it was for him.

"They're nice.. and they smell pretty.." you kept your answers short, mostly avoiding eye-contact with Lindir, actually finding him quite attractive.

He smiled at that warmly, glad you're not pushing him away as much and he gently picked one of the flowers from the rose bush you were smelling earlier and rid it of thorns. He leaned above you and gently placed it into your hair above your ear.

You flinched and jumped away at his touch, carefully reaching to your head over where he placed the flower, blush rushing to your face the second you realized what he had done. "Uhhh-," you didn't know what to say, quickly looking away from him when you felt the heat creep onto your cheeks, getting flustered out of your mind, "T-Thank you .." is all you managed to mutter out.

He chuckled, "You are welcome."

Slight awkward silence overtook the both of you as you tried to pick your words, avoiding eye contact, you more than him, and continuing down the beautiful path.

Soon enough you gathered up some courage to speak and muttered out, "You didn't have to pick it for me-"

He smiled at your comment, "I wanted to. It looks nice on you, it suits you."

You blushed hard yet again, "T-Thanks-.." looking away. He smiled ever bigger, your reactions bringing him so much amusement, though he tried to hide it, not to offend you.

The two of you continued to walk down the stone path, your blush and Lindir's dancing gaze lingering around for a little bit.

After a while of the complete silence, filled by chirping of birds and sounds of the nearby animals enjoying the wonderful day Lindir spoke again, asking something that was lingering in his thoughts for the whole walk, "Would you like to go on a tour of all of our gardens tomorrow? I'll show you my favourite flowers," he asked a bit nervously, doubtful of what your answer may be but thinking he might as well give it a try.

You thought for a bit, the idea seeming quite irresistible coming from the pretty elf, "..Y-yes", you spoke quietly, murmuring to yourself, but the elf heard, looking away and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"Wonderful," Lindir put his hands together in excited delight, big smile spread across his face, forcing itself with great effort to not turn into a grin.

You chuckled a bit, the two of you then proceeded to walk the rest of the garden pathway with light chatting about this and that, the atmosphere being surprisingly quite comfortable and light for the both of you, even natural.

And as the sun slowly started settling down between the towering mountains and the golden light slowly snuck away from your figures and the nature around you, the two of you descended back to your friends, completely unaware of the many eyes that followed you the second you stepped into their field of vision.

Lets just say that the dwarves had a lot to say about what they just witnessed, and the elves, unlike to their calm and serene nature, weren't far from that either.

[endangered-aquarium-fish]

Sulawesi snails are rlly hardy and they get along well with other creatures so they’re lovely things to add to your aquarium :3

Just make sure you take care of their shells!!! Snail shells are made of calcium carbonate, which can quickly dissolve away in acidic or soft water, and Sulawesi snails are especially vulnerable to that. They need hard water with a pH of 7.2 or more, and should be given some calcium supplements to munch on like cuttlebone or special sinking pellets. You can keep the water the way they like it by adding crushed coral or calcium-rich rocks that can dissolve in the water, but many people have exactly what they need right out of the tap - just make sure you check the pH before getting any snails. They’re really sensitive to copper too so be careful not to add any to the water by accident or they’ll be poisoned. Many medications and fertilizers have added copper. 

Other than that taking care of them is pretty chill and easy -w-

They love warm water but they’re okay down to 70 degrees F, and they aren’t especially sensitive to nitrates. They're really big for a snail, up to 3 inches long depending on the species, so give them at least a 20 gallon tank. Also, sometimes they kinda just decide to leave- like they get up and crawl away out of the tank- so get a tight fitting lid or they can get lost and dry out. 

btw they do sit perfectly still for a while sometimes, dw they’re fine-

They love to forage around for little bits of food buried in the ground and sometimes they burrow down and submerge themselves in it, so make sure they have something they can dig in safely. Fine sand or aquasoil is best, and sharp stones or gravel can injure them when they try to dig. So can filter intakes, but you can get sponges to cover those and make them safe.

They’re omnivores and scavengers, so most of their food comes from just whatever is in the tank already. They love to eat various biofilms, algae, dead leaves, fish food, dead fish, and whatever else they find when they’re rooting around in the sand. They do need to be fed though, so give them some sinking pellets or blanched veggies (their favs are lettuce spinach and zucchini btw) once every week or two. They won’t bother most aquarium plants, but they sometimes eat very young plants or ones with super soft leaves like dwarf lilies, and for some reason they just adore eating java ferns- which is super weird because I’ve never heard of anything else that’ll eat those. Not even goldfish. No clue what makes the snails do it. 

For tankmates, they’re very inoffensive little critters so they’re fine with anything peaceful, like guppies, mollies, cories, shrimps, and other snails like ramshorns. Just be careful about fish since some of them (like loaches) love to eat snails. Also, keep in mind they can uproot small plants with their burrowing, so stick to epiphytes, floaters, and more robust plants like amazon swords. 

Breeding them is really easy but also really slow. They can’t clone themselves like other snails so you need a male and a female, and you can’t tell the difference between males and females so just get a group. Once you have them together and they’re all happy you can just wait and you’ll start seeing little egg sacs the size of pencil erasers dotted on the glass and rocks. Sulawesi snails only lay one or two eggs at a time, and only do it once a month at most, so don’t worry about them overwhelming the tank- adult Sulawesi snails do have a bigger bioload than most snails though so don’t leave too many in there long term. 

The babies break through the egg sacs and crawl away right after hatching, ready to search for food like little mini versions of their parents. They take a full year to mature and lay their own eggs after that, and they live up to three years which is really a while for a snail.

They’re rlly chill silly funky little guys :3 

Sulawesi snails or rabbit snails, named after their long antennae, are endangered freshwater snails that make up the genus Tylomelania. They're from, who coulda guessed, Sulawesi, a small island that's a part of Indonesia. They come in many different colors, patterns and shells that make them incredibly unique little guys.

Chocolate Rabbit Snail, Tylomelania zemis. These snails are found in the Malili lake system which consists of lake Matano, lake Mahalona, lake Towuti, lake Lontoa, and lake Masapi. They're also found in lake Poso. These lakes have soft water and basic pHs, which these snails prefer. They don't go very keep, only in the first meter or two of water, found on multiple types of substrate.

Yellow Antenna Rabbit Snail, Tylomelania gemmifera. In the wild, these snails will eat things like detritus and decaying plant matter. To get to these things, they'll burrow into the substrate in search of food. They do this in aquariums too, so don't be alarmed if your little guy goes under for a few hours.

Flowerhorn Cichlid, Amphilophus hybrid. Some species of these guys are endangered due to changes in the lakes they live in. An invasive fish, the flowerhorn cichlid, eat these snails and other creatures in their habitat, spreading across the lakes of Sulawesi. Dams have blocked water flow and kept snails from reaching eachother and development and deforestation have increased sedimentation in the lakes.

Yellow Spotted Rabbit Snail, Tylomelania towutica. Along with being aware of the impact that things like releasing nonnative animals like the flowerhorn and building dams have on important habitats for different creatures, Tylomelania can continue to survive with the help of those who keep them in aquariums. Now we're handing it over to @endangered-aquarium-fish for the tips you need to take care of your water bunnies.

[sohin-ace]

Abbachio - Hangover

You walked inside the headquarters that you titled your home.

It was half past 3 A.M and you knew fair well everybody in the team was staying here for the night, and were most likely sleeping soundly like babies at this hour.

And so, with velvety steps and calculated slow movements, you entered the porch and quietly closed the door, moving in the dark as silently as possible.

You had just finished a tiring mission and the one thing you desired most at the moment was to crash into bed, maybe marry it since you were at it, barely thinking about the sticky blood, sweat and dried river water that stained you during your mission.

You huffed and kicked your shoes off, liberating your aching and swollen feet from them, directing yourself towards the kitchen to fetch some well-deserved water that your throat was oh-so desperately screaming for.

You were shocked to find the room lit at this hour. Your first thought was that Bruno was probably still awake and having a small break from his neverending pile of work.

Your expression completely fell, however, upon seeing that Bruno was not the one occupying the kitchen but someone else, greeting you with a heart breaking sight.

"... Leone?"

The male was slumped over the table, his head buried in his arms with one hand holding onto a spilling wine bottle, burgundy liquid running everywhere onto the wooden surface, the floor, and onto the male's clothes. Even some strands of his splayed out hair drank up the alcohol, dying them from silver to violet.

You gasped at the mess but was even more shocked by the implications behind said mess. He didn't even bother taking a glass, prefering downing the wine directly from the bottle. He wasn't planning on holding back tonight and it alarmed you.

You knew of Abbachio's tendency of alchoholism, but he was never so drunk as to black out this way and you weren't sure he would even be able to work tomorrow, or do anything else, for that matter.

"Leone..." You slowly approached his hunched over form and gently shook him. "Caro, wake up."

No response.

With you being all alone in the middle of the night, there weren't much you could do. But there were no way you'd ever leave him in this state.

Shaken with worry, you only did what your heart told you and moved the bottle away from his grip. It was almost empty at this point anyway.

You brushed his long hair to the side to let some fresh air cool his face down while you cleaned and mopped the tiled floor and table. Oh you'd make sure to lecture him about that later.

You thought about him, sitting next to you as you cleaned up. How tormented he was and how, just like the wine bottle, he spilled himself out in secrecy.

You bit back your tears. He was so alone. Tortured. It hurt you that your Leone, whom you loved so much, had to go through a trauma you could never heal for him. Or even soothed in the slightest. You were grateful that he even remotely accepted your affection, but still.

It wasn't enough, for you.

"I wish I could help you, Leone..." You murmured and caressed his soft hair, revealing more of his peaceful face, his smeared makeup not tainting any of his beauty.

Your heart clenched, he looked so calm, so sweet. How did he manage to make grief look so gentle, you would never know. You almost didn't want to move him and disturb him, but you had to.

Carefully holding his shoulders, you pulled him up, his weight much heavier than you'd have expected, even thought it should be no surprise. Abbachio was a burly man.

You craddled his head and placed him in a proper up-sitting position and he groaned.

"Uugh... Hhmmm..."

"Leone, wake up, love." You still held his face against your chest and patted his cheek to wake him, scared that he'd sway and tumble over if you let go of him. "You gotta go to bed. Come on."

"Hmmm.... Sssuuuree...." He mumbled, words slurred.

He was surprisingly compliant, you thought. When you were certain he could hold his own head up, you let go and grabbed his wrist, still drenched in wine.

You hooked his arm around your shoulders and wrapped your own around his torso. He made the effort to stay in balance while you hoisted him up to his feet, not without struggle and effort on your part.

You stumbled a bit, but managed to get him up, at least, holding onto him for dear life as you maneuvered his much heavier body around the kitchen.

He counted on you for support and was close to falling sleeping on you as he snored against your hair, the stench of alcohol reaching your nostrils. Man, why did he have to be the heaviest male of the group?

You brushed your exhaustion from the preceeding mission to the side and dedicated yourself to helping Leone. Rest could wait.

Thanks to the help of your Stand, you ended the course safely back to his room and opened the door, having more hands to do so.

You let him down to sit onto his bed as gently as you could and you felt he was about collapse again.

You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him slump over your chest.

"Woa- Don't lay down just yet! I need to get your clothes off."

He only purred some low nonsense, as if to show his annoyance to you. Well, maybe he desperately wanted to sleep, but so did you.

"Don't 'brrr' at me, boy. You're the one who spilled wine all over your pants and top!" You scolded to deaf, or rather drunk ears. Not like he was listening to you, but still.

Huffing a bit, you took hold of the lace on his top and untied it, letting you slide the rest off his broad shoulders and back. It was much easier to slip the sleeves off afterwards, and you were almost proud of yourself.

"I'm gonna be such a good mom." You joked to yourself as you caringly held onto Leone's warm back and head to gently place him down on his bed before taking his shoes and pants off.

Once this was done and not without a pause to catch your breath, you went to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it in warm water before you came back to him and sat by his side. He had already fallen fast asleep, and was looking awfully adorable, if you were honest.

" 'Clumsy brat'," You chuckled with a whisper as you wiped the wine off his skin and the sweat and tears off his neck and chest. "That's what you always called me. Ironic."

You looked fondly over at him as you finished your self-assigned task, closing off by wiping his left hand. You thought over your options.

Maybe it was the fatigue blurring your moral code. Or maybe you were just blinded by this crazy thing called love. Perhaps he was just an enticing wizard who cast a spell on you with his lips. Whatever it was, you foolishly decided you would kiss him after you removed his make up, and so you did.

You gently removed what remained of his make up that wasn't washed out by the crying and the drinking. You sighed at your good job and leaned over, running your fingers delicately over his skin.

"This is probably wrong." You hesitated, questioning your choices, yet feeling brave. "But I think I can at least have that, right...? Pardon me for this, Leone."

You closed the distance between you both to press your lips ever-so-sweetly on his own, wanting to linger, but not quite feeling deserving enough either. It was short-lived but precious and tingly. You felt your heart flutter and you swore you also felt his hand twitch slightly next to you.

You sighed. You yearned for more. You wished you could just collapse and fall asleep by him. Your responsibilities thankfully got the best of you.

"I love you. Please love yourself too, we all want to see you better. I know I do. Depend on me sometimes too, okay?" You breathed out to him, secretely hoping he heard you in his dreams and maybe accepted your selfish and heartfelt request.

You were tired. You needed to sleep and you were afraid you'd act more and more foolishly if you stayed with him any longer.

You reluctantly leaned away from him and got up, making sure to tuck him in thoroughly inside the blankets before you left.

You'd leave a note to Bruno to not wake him up in the morning.

When Abbachio woke up in the morning, much later than he usually did, he was disappointed, yet not surprised to be struck with a splitting headache.

"Fuck..." He groaned, holding his heavy head in his hands, "Not again..."

He inhaled deeply only to realise he was strangely met by a sweet familiar scent mixed with the stinging wine he drowned himself in.

Out of doubt, he looked over the bedside table and found a water bottle and some aspirin as well as a small note.

He grabbed the note and squinted at it, trying to read it with his still hazy eyes.

'Water helps with hangover headaches. Tablets too, obviously :P . Take it easy, Bruno gave you the day off.'

Was that you? That was most definitely you, he thought. And that fruity scent on his face and hands must be you too. There were no doubt now.

It didn't take him long to put two and two together. He would have been much quicker-witted if he wasn't so hungover. He remembered you had a mission last night, you probably went home by then and helped him to bed out of sheer empathy, sweet as you were.

Abbachio sighed and rubbed his face. He was both ashamed and extremely grateful towards you. It must have been so draining to come take care of him after you risked your life out there.

God he felt like shit. Again, he was being a burden on the people he loved, all because of his selfish choices. But knowing you, you'd probably hate him thinking that of himself, and tell him you were fine with it and happy to help. You had such a kind heart.

"... How did she even get me upstairs...? This tiny dwarf."

He groaned and sat up, smoothing his fingers over his lips. He blushed at his own thoughts. He swore he dreamt of you kissing him as he was asleep, and the feeling was still pretty vivid.

But he couldn't be sure. Drunken dreams were weird sometimes.

Thinking of making it up to you, he took the medicine and downed it with water, his mind filled with thoughts of you only.

He deserved at least that.

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Fangs of Silver: Sesskag oneshot

Summary: Kagome Higurashi has her work cut out for her, hunting one of the most elusive and powerful werewolves known to man: the Killing Perfection. Sesskag smut oneshot. Werewolf Sesshoumaru/monster hunter Kagome. 

Rated M

Words: 4,700

Read on Ao3 and Dokuga

AN: for @cookieasylum​ for an art trade. Thanks bud! Hope you like it

Fangs of Silver

Warning: werewolf x human smut, knotting, menstrual sex

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Two fingers unfurled to touch the moonlit forest floor, tracing the outline of a large paw-print stamped into dirt. Even splaying her palm wide with four fingers and thumb outstretched, Kagome couldn't hope to meet its size, dwarfed in comparison.

"Looks like I've found you again," she muttered, straightening from her crouch. Walking onwards and listening out for any hint of movement within the imposing woods- tall anorexic trees completely still with sharp looking branches- blue eyes remained alert, watchful.

She'd been tracking this one for God knew how long now. Months. Had it been a year yet? Though even the smallest victory of finding his tracks left no time for celebration.

Kagome frowned to herself. This particular beast wasn't usually so careless. He evaded her during daylight hours by wading through streams or keeping to rocky terrain, never giving the same name when mingling with villagers. Even when the Full Moon hit- he managed to be elusive and surprisingly clever. The smartest one she'd been sent to hunt. This time he'd either been sloppy or…

Kagome glimpsed something through a gap in the lower trees, located further down the hill. Smoke?

Surely he wasn't trying to trap her with something so obvious.

Frowning, Kagome set down her weapon and snuffed out the flames of her torch, checking her supplies. Enough silver bullets. Enough jewel shards. Her guns were in good shape, but she was out of herbal supplements to repress a certain annoyance that also occurred every month. Wincing, she put a hand to her lower abdomen, feeling it cramp.

Crap, not now.

She'd have to ignore it. She couldn't afford to lose this guy due to Mother Nature kicking her continually in the gut.

This beast had committed countless acts of violence- leaving behind a trail of bodies in their respective towns and villages. Unlike usual werewolves who sloppily left bitten survivors to run amok, this beast made no mistakes. He seemed to kill specific people and left them firmly for dead. He never inflicted the curse upon anyone. Surprisingly his victims were usually reported to be less than innocent citizens.

Due to the killings- a bounty had been placed on what the authorities referred to as 'the Killing Perfection.'

Creeping down a steep incline, Kagome stepped as lightly as possible within the relative darkness of the trees -autumn leaves crunching beneath her boots.

A lonesome house in the woods stood like a mourner in a graveyard under the light of the Full Moon, dark wood faintly eroded by time. Vines held the chimney in a stranglehold, but smoke puffing out of the top revealed it to be in working order despite the dilapidated state of the house.

Slipping around the side of the building and ducking out of sight from any windows, Kagome stopped with her back to the wall, loading her rifle while stooped into a crouch.

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Kagome wasted no time. She pushed off and rounded the corner, kicking open the front door with the barrel of her gun trained inside.

Empty?

Kagome didn't let her guard down, slowly inching inside and glancing around.

The fireplace was lit with healthy flames- a kettle sat off to the side, an empty mug not too far away. Everything else in the room had a layer of dust costing it, but the armchair lay newly cleaned. Footprints trailed around the ashen floor, some human, some wolf prints.

Kagome searched the lower floor that comprised of mostly empty rooms, before pointing her gun up towards the stairs, setting foot on the first step.

It groaned loudly beneath her weight.

Wincing, blue eyes snapped to the top of the dark stairs for any tell-tale signs of movement.

Wandering up to the second floor cautiously and looking around revealed nothing more than dust bunnies.

Kagome frowned, eyeing the open window. Had he jumped down and escaped?

Sighing with disappointment, she shouldered her gun and trailed downstairs.

I suppose I can sweep the outside to pick up his trail again, but I bet he's long gone. He probably lit the chimney to distract me before making his escape and transforming for the night.

Wandering over to the kettle, she touched its side.

Still lukewarm. He'd literally just been there.

And I was too late.

Kagome groaned.

"What a disappointed noise. Were you aching to see me that badly?"

Stiffening, her heart jumped. The silky sounding words had come from behind her.

Pivoting on one heel, Kagome turned her weapon on the man lounging in the armchair.

His image blurred, snatching up her gun to lurch the barrel upwards just as she fired, the blast piercing the ceiling- some debris raining down.

Golden eyes sparked, snapping the barrel in two before throwing her to the floor with impressive strength.

Kagome gasped, back colliding hard with the wooden floors, winded. She quickly grabbed one of her pistols and trained it on the man- who had disappeared again.

"W-what?" she panted. "It's a Full Moon. Why haven't you transformed?"

"Ah, you wish for me to change? Very well," his voice rumbled from outside.

Fur blocked out the moonlight pouring in from the shutters, brushing along the side of the house. Quiet, hungry panting filled her ears.

Kagome quickly fired at the windows, but the shadows melted away, causing her to wonder if it had been a trick of the light.

"I heard tell of a woman who subdues my kind before using shards of a blessed jewel to revert them back into humans…"

Paws padded around the house, nails dragging- scraping the forest floor. "You have pursued me for some time. Did you hope to transform me into a mortal like those you have hunted before me? Break my curse?" the male uttered.

"I knew you were strong, so I didn't have much hope of using them. Taking you back alive to stand trial for all the things you've done is a tall order," Kagome grunted, lower stomach clenching. She quietly hissed. Cycle blood likely marred her trousers now.

"Indeed. Even if you shot me with one of your infamous jewels though, it would not work."

A figure bent down, twisting through the front door with the ease of a feline through bars. Sleek silver fur gleamed with a fiery hue, bathed in the hearth's orange light.

Saliva dripped from exposed canines, muzzle pulled back.

The werewolf towered over her in size. He had the look of a distorted wolf- pale torso resembling a man due to broad shoulders and defined abdomen. He shifted to stand upright, hind legs strong, capable of supporting his weight. Thick hackles rose, paws more akin to hands tipped with killer claws.

Unlike the other beasts she'd faced, this one had peculiar red markings slashing over his cheeks, lower legs and flank. Glowing red eyes burned with the heat of the sun.

"You unknowingly came in search of a Pure Blood. I cannot be 'fixed' little hunter. This is how I was born," he purred, mouth unmoving, whispering honeyed words in her mind.

Those eyes strayed down to her legs, nostrils flaring. "And you are in heat, no less. A fine time to go hunting for a predator."

Kagome shivered, raising her pistol and aiming it between his eyes.

The werewolf gazed at her calmly, completely different from the wild, almost rabid beasts she'd fought with before.

A Pure Blood…

She'd never come across a creature so ancient. He looked at her with intelligence, as she'd suspected from tracking him.

"I-I'm not in heat," she muttered, finger grazing the trigger without pulling it. Why wasn't he attacking?

"You hurt those townspeople. Why?"

"I walk among men in my other form. Occasionally I find those deserving of death. Those who harm their cubs and mates. Those who leech of their pack and drink themselves into violent stupors. Sometimes they simply get in my way."

Kagome grit her teeth, "so you dispense justice alone? I don't disagree with cruel people deserving some kind of consequences but you don't get to decide who lives and dies. That's playing God."

He chuckled inside her mind, mouth pulling back from sharp teeth in an imitation of a smile. "Is what you do so different, little hunter?"

"I follow the orders of my superiors- unless I think someone can be saved with the jewels I bless."

Interest brightened his gaze, tail swishing once behind him.

Her only warning.

The beast knocked her arms to one side, striking her down with a headbutt to her chest. The action sent her gun skittering away over dusty floorboards, disappearing into harsh shadows. One human-like forepaw pressed down on Kagome's stomach, making her breath wheeze free from frozen lungs- his other holding her right arm down to keep her pinned. He then leaned in close, white ears perked atop his head.

A white maw drifted over her startled face, nostrils flaring, inhaling her scent greedily.

"Holy powers…" he uttered thoughtfully.

Kagome's left hand fumbled with the hem of her shirt, eyes narrowing. "I'm a former sister of the church. It comes in handy when dealing with creatures that go bump in the night."

She abruptly thrust her formally concealed dagger up, aiming it straight for his heart.

Powerful jaws snapped down, locking around her arm- the beast hissing as her blade ran off course but scraped down his neck and shoulder.

Kagome yelped, dagger freezing. Her hand remained free outside of the cage of teeth but she dared not move. Teeth mouthed her arm without breaking the skin, until a particularly sharp canine made a trail of crimson leak down the inside of her wrist.

A large, wet tongue roved, licking and sliding over the length of her elbow and wrist while they lay trapped within the hot cavern of his mouth.

"Now we have both shed blood tonight, little hunter. Are you satisfied?"

Kagome panted, gritting blunt teeth. She glared hotly into large red eyes fixed on her, looming close. From the new proximity, she could now see his seafoam green irises and slit pupils from within the sea of crimson. They dilated the longer she looked.

"You are quite the woman," he rumbled appreciatively. "What name do you go by?"

"K-kagome."

"Hn, I am Sesshoumaru. I thank you for your relentless pursuit of me over these past few months. It was quite flattering."

Kagome opened her mouth to reply before a hiss broke her off. The clenching of her abdomen took up attention for a moment, twisting like a knife in her gut.

"Heat can be painful to go through alone," he acknowledged, teeth slowly easing from her arm, eyes trained on her warningly not to try anything. His slick tongue unwrapped itself from her arm with a trail of saliva. He licked his maw hungrily.

Kagome gripped her sticky arm, glaring from her position on the floor. No bite. Just a nick from his tooth. It wouldn't be enough to curse her. She warily lowered her dagger.

"It's just my monthly cycle. I'm fine...gn…"

"You seem it," he mocked, wolf expression unchanging, though his eyes danced.

His great head lowered, hovering over her groin. His nose drew closer, inhaling over the red patch. His long pink tongue slid out, drawing over it with a lingering lick.

Kagome yelped, forgetting her guns and blades- grasping the dense white fur of his neck. "W-what are you doing?!"

He managed to look suggestive without human features, tipping his head slightly. "As a hunter, it must be difficult to find relief. You are always working, are you not? Chasing evil…" his voice resounded with the finest baritone in her mind, coaxing and soothing, completely at odds with his monstrous appearance. He almost sounded aristocratic. "Fortunately...you happen to lie beneath a beast tonight."

Saliva, warm and dewy, dropped onto her leg in small puddles. Sesshoumaru gazed at her while snaking his tongue out once more, prying it harder between her legs.

Kagome gasped, back-arching, a rush spilling up from her cunt to twist sweet arousal at her core. She viciously clamped down on such a reaction, growling.

"No one gave you permission to take liberties with me, pal!" she drew her knee up, attempting to kick him away.

Sesshoumaru released her arm in favour of grasping her thigh, chuckling while forcing it down. "Why protest?"

Kagome snatched up her dagger again, pressing the hilt against her chest and keeping the point raised outwards.

"Why agree?! Y-you're a…" wide blue eyes flicked over his strange, inhuman body. "I've never- n-not with a werewolf. I'm pretty sure that's breaking some sort of rule. Or law."

"I will not tell a soul."

Her gaze turned flat, fingers shifting over the hilt. "I'm supposed to be killing you. We just tried to kill each other!"

"Hn, keep your friends close and enemies closer, as they say. Allowing them into your bed does not seem like such an extreme, and I find there is always a slight thrill in fighting, is there not?"

It was a night of firsts. Kagome had never experienced anything like it in her five years of hunting. None of her superiors had ever mentioned an intelligent werewolf who could control their transformation and shapeshift at will. The only whisper of it had come from dusty old books stashed away in catacombs. The air in the lonely house felt cold, tickling her skin like a living thing, but the space between Hunter and Werewolf crackled with intensity.

Kagome swallowed, feeling squirmy. She tensed when a wet nose came back up to sniff at her neck. Warm breath fanned over flushed skin as his snout travelled up and down, scenting. It soon buried itself within dark hair, making her gasp. The suggestion of teeth scraped the crown of her head, joined by a pleased, rumbling noise. Goosebumps rose on her exposed skin, blood burning, alight with confused but obvious need.

His alien, paw-like hand ran over her hip and breast, cupping the side of her jaw. The shock of thin fur and monstrous, long fingers tipped with claws should've terrified her. Kagome had fought against such hands for years. Her body held traces of scars where such nails had hooked and dragged into supple flesh.

As it was, when his second stroked her inner thigh, Kagome shuddered. He smelled faintly of clove and damp earth. His movements were deliberate. The inferno of his eyes when they locked with hers shone with hunger- but also curiosity. That mindfulness and clarity of his thoughts was what allowed her to hesitantly touch the hand on her thigh.

It felt too large and gangly to be a human, fur and heat brushing the calloused skin of her palm.

"You can't bite me," she warned, laying the flat of her blade against his neck. "I'll kill you if you do- and that'll instantly free me from the curse."

Sesshoumaru smiled with his eyes.

He forced her down again, claws making quick work of her pants, tearing a sizable hole at the crotch.

The wiry fur of his muzzle immediately dived down, fervently taking in her scent with hearty, eager inhales. It sent a rush of arousal straight through her, hips jolting.

Nose, teeth and tongue soon brushed her sex, before the latter thrust inside, heedless of the blood.

Kagome cried out, toes curling, going completely still. The invasive probing between her legs filled her entrance, sinking deeper. It then flicked outside, allowing her to feel the velvet rough texture. It swirled experimentally over her clit.

Shakily tightening her now slippery grip on the dagger, Kagome gasped and shuddered.

"I-I thought you were going to transform into a man-!"

Sesshoumaru gave a rumbling noise in response. He gripped the front of her blouse, yanking to rip it open and fondle her breast.

"You do not wish to see the creature you've hunted feasting on you?" the rumbling purr lifted into something darkly amused, tail flicking behind him.

He grabbed her hips, swivelling them to flip her over. Kagome yelped and snarled, about to protest when his palms kneaded her ass, raising it and tearing off the remainder of her pants- the pads of his thumbs dragging to her sex, spreading slick folds and delving a warm, thick tongue inside her all the deeper.

Kagome kept a needless grip on the dagger, a strangled noise caught in her throat. His muzzle nudged and pried, urging her to rock against his tongue. Feeling warm, she clumsily grasped at her coat, yanking her arms free and tossing it aside.

Full breasts were squashed to the floor under the weight of the werewolf as he pressed her down, but her nipples- stiff and hardened with pleasure- received friction from the steady rhythm. The pleasure came in small, electric bursts.

"Fuck," she groaned, biting her lip. This was wrong. She shouldn't allow this.

A clawed thumb rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs silenced that weak protest. It felt good. So deliciously good. Men scarcely put their mouth on her down there, deeming it 'dirty' or beneath them.

Kagome shivered, pushing back against the roving tongue continually thrusting inside her core, flexibly twisting, rubbing against her inner walls and licking with heinous, grunting noises like she slaked his thirst. They found a kind of rhythm without communicating through words, and an incredible rush built in her stomach- delighted to rock against his mouth.

Bowing her head and trying to concentrate on breathing, Kagome jolted and shamelessly moaned as his movements became more relentless, hungrily collecting evidence of her arousal and cycle onto his tongue.

"W-why-?" she managed out, straining to look at him over her shoulder- the tongue plunging faster in quick delves like he were mining for gold- sharp teeth scraping her entrance, adding rapidly to the throbbing feeling building up in her lower stomach.

Why was he pleasuring her? It didn't align with a wild beasts actions.

Blue eyes glimpsed glowing crimson behind her. With a sudden push of his humanoid paw on her back, trapping her in place- Kagome squealed loudly as Sesshoumaru pried so deep he wore her like a puppet with his tongue, grunting with savage satisfaction when she came from the action.

"Agh!" Kagome cried out, body igniting, juices immediately flowing into his mouth, which he collected enthusiastically with broad strokes. Somewhere between all this, she lost grip on her weapon. The blade clanked against the floors loudly.

After pulling away, the werewolf paid no heed to the red staining his lips, licking at his jaw in a decadent, gluttonous manner.

"Why what?" Sesshoumaru sat back on his haunches, ears perking, haughtily eyeing her with an air of pride. He probably took great pleasure in reducing a hunter to such a vulnerable mess.

Kagome felt like she'd received her answer. "Never mind," she caught her breath, forehead dotted with sweat. Her muscles burned despite the lack of physical exertion, body feverishly warm.

She sat up slowly, wincing at the slick feeling of her cunt. It fluttered and clenched, demanding more- wanting to be filled.

"I feel better now. We can end things there and-"

Kagome caught an eyeful of his crotch, entranced by the hard evidence of his arousal.

Oh.

She swallowed, reading the look in his eye easily. They wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. From the look of his long, thick cock, they'd be spending a while easing it in if he were committed to pleasuring her.

Somehow she felt alright with that. The fever in her veins wasn't satisfied yet, though she had reservations about allowing a literal werewolf to take her. However something undeniable had come to life in the pit of her gut, something raw and hot that left her wet between her legs and wordlessly begging.

Sesshoumaru's claws closed around her ankle, dragging her towards him- her ass coming to meet his twitching cock.

"I do not think you have unwound nearly enough. You must expel all pent up frustrations if you are to continue hunting me. I worry you will fall behind if not- your tracking has become sloppy lately."

Kagome whipped her head up and growled- just as the head of his cock nestled at her entrance, cutting off the noise and sending it choking. Blushing, she reached behind her, spreading herself for him- holding herself open while Sesshoumaru gave that jagged flash of teeth in response, slipping his thick length inside her inch by inch.

Whimpering and dropping her hands, Kagome bowed forward, trying to adjust. He sank even deeper. The sheer slickness between her thighs helped but didn't assuage the terrible stretch that threatened to overwhelm her. He was too big, his large and hairy body towering over hers, encasing her back with the furnace heat of his body.

"Ease yourself back against me- slowly," panting breath fanned over her damp neck. She felt him run an almost affectionate feeling lick up the sensitive shell of her ear. "Relax. This body was built to withstand many things," his palm stroked a path over her navel, circling up her hip where a scar lay. "You will not allow me to dominate you so easily, will you, Kagome?"

Panting, Kagome tried to get used to feeling every inch of him inside her, filling her clenching walls to the brim.

His hands were three times the size of hers, one settling beside her on the floor. The way he loomed over her made the formally fearless woman feel small, crushable.

"H-ha! As if," she shakily replied. Not one to give in, Kagome did as instructed, slowly rocking back against him just like before. She winced. The sensation was much fuller and tighter, uncomfortable.

Sesshoumaru hissed and groaned, rubbing at her clit again to shoot tiny bursts of fireworks through her system. It helped coax some pleasure back into things. Kagome gave a shaky moan.

Sensing her change in enjoyment, the wolf began moving.

She cried out, wincing a little at his slight withdraw- before groaning as he eased back in, creating a slow, building pace.

The thick, soft fur that covered him from crown to foot gleamed in the light of the room. Kagome could feel it hot against her back, tickling her skin. The strands began to stick to flushed flesh. Sweat began to bead, rolling down her shoulder blades.

"You take me very well, for a human," Sesshoumaru nosed at her hair.

"I can't say 'taking a cock' nicely is the highest compliment ever, but- thanks," Kagome panted. He gave an amused huff, giving a hard thrust in response that knocked her forward.

Yelping, she grabbed onto the first available thing. Her breath caught when her fingers met soft, warm fur. His arm.

It felt sturdy amidst the sea of sensations. Kagome held tighter onto it, bracing herself. She could sense the control beginning to slip from her new bedmate.

Sesshoumaru growled ferally, fanning hot, sticky breath over her shoulders. He then slammed inside her- ramming his hard cock completely within.

Letting out a loud, startled cry that bordered on a scream, Kagome bit down on his arm. He set a brutal pace, thrusting his cock with a quickness that blinded her. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight stars burst behind her eyelids.

Strands of dark hair stuck to her forehead, the rest bouncing and swaying with the werewolf's chosen pace: hard and merciless.

She sank her teeth harder into Sesshoumaru's arm, but he was completely silent inside her mind now. Whatever debonair and lofty charm he possessed had been shoved far back into the recesses of his consciousness, replaced with raw primal need and heavy grunts. He sought to fuck, and Kagome found herself mewling receptively, weakly rocking back against him.

With a snarl, he yanked his arm free from her teeth- rearing back onto his haunches and dragging Kagome with him, holding her hips while continually rutting into her.

Kagome went completely speechless in both pain and pleasure. The new angle nestled onto his lap with the steel band of his arms wrapped around her waist allowed him to reach new depths.

Letting out mindless moans, she rested her head back against his furry shoulder, body ablaze, cunt squeezing him deliciously. The arms holding her prisoner forced her to meet each thrust, creating an intense friction inside that brought her into a state of begging. "P-please- more. Fuck-! More, I'm so close, please!"

Sesshoumaru gave guttural snarls and rumbles in response. But there was something strange happening with his cock. She could feel it even while held under the haze of pleasure. Nudging up against her entrance, something thicker than his length and more rounded threatened to push inside. His knot.

Kagome couldn't react- distracted by another orgasm ripping through her at the most inopportune time.

The knot swelled and stretched her sex farther than she'd anticipated. With a jolt of his hips, Sesshoumaru followed her into orgasm, throwing his head back in a deafening snarl. A torrent of cum flooded her, painting her inner walls- all locked in by the werewolf's knot.

Kagome jolted and strained, mouth opening in a wordless scream. Full. She felt too full. Her sex strained, still squeezing him like a vice.

Slowly, his voice drifted back into her head. "Very good...worthy female...powerful. Should claim..."

"S-sesshoumaru?" she croaked weakly, limp in his arms.

A silver muzzle nuzzled the side of her head in response, crooning lowly. "Hn?"

"You uh..." Kagome panted, giving a weak gesture of her wrist, trying to rise and finding it impossible. He was quite literally locked inside her. "You knotted me- shouldn't you have pulled out?"

She wasn't concerned about being pupped- she'd handled dodging pregnancy with herbal aid before. However, like this, it made moving away impossible.

"Why would this one do that?"

Blue eyes blinked, shifting up to him. His fur plastering against her skin felt like a feathery bed cushioning her spine. "Because now we're stuck, for who knows how long. A few minutes to 30. I figured you'd..."

Want to get away. Re-establish our roles as enemies.

He acted the same as always. She couldn't anticipate his movements or read him.

A sinuous tongue she'd now become intimately acquainted with slid up her cheek. The fur receded at her back, and Kagome stiffened with alarm.

When she turned slightly, she found herself gazing at the pale, handsome features of a man. His markings remained, branding him as something inhuman despite the skin, pretty fall of hair and stern sweep of his brow.

"I intend to have you many times," Sesshoumaru uttered out loud, sounding much crisper in the quiet room. "In a multitude of ways."

Kagome opened her mouth to reply, gasping when a tongue thrust inside her mouth. Grunting, she managed to return the dominating press of tongue and teeth, biting his lip for good measure and feeling him shiver.

When he began moving again while locked inside her, she fell into the murky waters of arousal once more.

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The morning sunlight peeking through the broken blinds brought many aches and pains with it. Kagome heard the front door shut, footsteps drawing away before falling silent.

Sitting up quickly, a fur throw fell from her shoulders. It pooled in her lap, revealing the full extent of fresh scratches and claw marks littering her nude body, along with bruises.

She winced at the stickiness between her legs. The smell of sex overwhelmed the stuffy room. So it wasn't a dream.

Noticing a steaming mug of green tea sitting before the lit fireplace loaded with newly chopped wood, Kagome tentatively reached out to touch it. Still warm.

He must've just left.

Running her hands up and down her flesh, she found no bite marks. He'd stayed true to his word.

Feeling a little complicated, Kagome blinked upon noticing a letter sitting atop a fresh change of clothes on the armchair. Her weapons were also neatly arranged nearby.

Picking up the parchment, blue eyes flitted over the message.

'Pursue me once more, my hunter. I enjoyed feasting on you.'

Kagome pressed her lips together. She shook herself a little. This was still the enemy, nothing had changed despite a thoroughly pleasurable night. In the privacy of the room however, she allowed herself a small smile.

After eating, washing and dressing for the day, Kagome stepped outside.

Securing her weapons, she gave chase.

End

[introvert--weeb]

Hello! I hope ur doing okay don’t forget to drink water it’s important!!! Ohom can l request reader wearing their s/o’s jacket and acting like them in the mirror like “l’m the _____ do you wanna die?!” Smth like that and her s/o is watching them while this is happening if it’s okay can you add smiley, izana (you can add his earings too it’ll be cute!) and baji you can add others if you want or can ignore this ily!

This is adorable!! Of course I will! 💕 And thank you, you make sure you keep hydrated as well ❤️

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

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Smiley, Izana, Baji with reader impersonating them

TW: mentions of playful threats, teasing, terrible impersonations, manga spoilers (Izana), author writes these while extremely tired, may have not been proofread entirely but author will look over at some point 😅

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Nahoya 'Smiley'

It had all started out as the two of you were casually hanging out in his room, exchanging the odd affection here and there. Nahoya had asked you to come over so you, him and Souya could watch a new movie that he had bought earlier that week. However, this would require snacks, something you had to remind your boyfriend. And so, the twins had left you alone in Smiley's room to head to the shop and buy the required supplies. Not without your boyfriend teasing you over how you pouted at him due to his teasing over your sweet tooth.

Bored, you let your eyes wander around the room in search of something to keep you entertained. After all, being left alone is boring as hell. So when your eyes caught sight of Nahoya's Toman jacket, you felt a bubble of excitement rise in your chest. Before you could even think the plan through fully, you pulled the sleeves over your arms and fastened it. Nahoya's usual cologne filled your nose as the fabric hung loosely off your frame.

Making your way towards the full length mirror that resided in Nahoya's bedroom, you grinned at how good you looked. Maybe you should steal his jackets more often because you looked amazing! You could probably convince him to let you have a hoodie or two since you understood you couldn't take his Toman jacket. Maybe commissioning Mitsuya to make you one was a viable option? That thought was tucked away for now.

While admiring yourself in the reflection, an idea popped into your mind. Why not pretend to be Nahoya? After all, it was only you in the home and it was an entertaining idea. So this is how it all started.

Your lips pulled until you had the grin your boyfriend was known for as your mind reeled through all the phrases you knew he would say. It was entertaining trying to get his voice right (you never could) and you couldn't help thinking that it was a good impersonation of your beloved.

Nahoya was about to enter his room when he noticed what you were doing. He had arrived at the door as you had gotten to the 'I'll kill you' line that Smiley was known for, his hand slapping over his mouth to stop the laughter that threatened to expose his position. Wanting to enjoy the show more, the boy made himself comfortable leaning against the door frame as his face displayed just how amused he was. After all, who wouldn't be entertained by their partner trying their best to be like them?

You eventually caught sight of your boyfriend in the mirror's reflection, your cheeks flushing a deep red from the embarrassment. Greeting your boyfriend with an awkward wave, you watched as he came closer and flushed an even deeper red at the laughter that he let loose.

Smiley couldn't stop his laugh now. Not when you looked so cute in his jacket and the memory of you impersonating him still fresh in his mind. Once he was close enough, he brought you into his arms to place a soft kiss on your forehead with his smile never leaving his face.

"Ya really think I talk like that, huh?" Smiley would laugh more before deciding to give you some pointers. The movie would be forgotten about (much to Souya's confusion) as Nahoya and yourself would continue with the impersonation, your boyfriend laughing while you entertained him.

Izana

Izana had invited you around so you could both hang out. Really, you just think he wanted to be held because that's all the two of you had been doing since you had entered his room. However, you did notice that Izana was without his earrings, him explaining how they got uncomfortable when he was lazing around. Understandable.

Your boyfriend was close to falling asleep, the feeling of your fingers running through his hair soothing him. It was rare for him to get time to just relax, especially with the plans of the upcoming brawl with Tokyo Manji. He had already spent hours with his Heavenly Kings simply planning an attack strategy. For now, all he wanted was to think about how good you were for him and nap.

Just as his eyes had shut, sleep trying to take ahold of his body, his phone rang. Due to how quiet it was in his room, the ringtone caused you to jolt from the sudden noise. If it hadn't just ruined a perfect moment between the two of you, Izana would have teased you over your reaction. However, all he could think of was killing whoever dared call him and maybe hunt down their families too just to make a point. It was only as it was Kakucho that the boy answered, taking the call out of his room for more privacy.

It all happened too quickly for you to process it. One moment Izana's head was on your lap, the next he was out of the room on the phone to someone. However, you did understand that Izana was the leader of Tenjiku and had been spending a lot of his time with them. Maybe it was something to do with that.

However, you were getting bored. So bored in fact that your phone just wasn't going to cut it. Your eyes aimlessly wandered around the room until they landed on something that could entertain you. A full-length mirror, a pair of long earrings, and Izana's Tenjiku jacket. Yes, they could entertain you.

Thank God your ears were already pierced. Putting on the long red jacket and the earrings, you couldn't help but laugh a little at how you looked. The Tenjiku jacket was big on you (Izana was taller) and it made you look like a child trying on their parent's clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror and admiring your reflection, a silly idea popped into your mind. Why not try your hand at impressions? And you had the props for a perfect Izana. Without thinking about what you would do when your boyfriend came back, you started to impersonate the Tenjiku King.

You had gotten the head tilt and smile almost perfect. Now all that was left was the voice, which you were struggling with. However, it was more entertaining with how different it sounded. Just needed more lines to practice the voice with. So that's when your mind started coming up with things that Izana would never say but you wanted him to.

It was as you were midway through the "I'm the great Izana! Bow down to me, peasants" line when said male entered back into the room. Amusement at your actions danced in his eyes when he realised you still hadn't noticed his presence. Who was he to ruin the show after all. So he leaned against the wall, a soft smile on his features as he admired how his jacket and earrings looked on you.

Moments passed before you noticed the handsome sight of your boyfriend in the mirror's surface. Embarrassment filled your body but you simply smiled over at Izana, commenting that you couldn't resist the chance. Izana would just softly laugh before saying that you did look good in his things

Baji

It had become a routine in your relationship. You would come over to the Baji residence on a Saturday and the two of you would spend the day either playing videogames or reading manga together. If it was a particularly good day, the two of you might even go on his beloved bike and visit a cat café or simply drive. Saturday was quick to become one of your favourite days in the entire week.

This particular Saturday, the weather wasn't ideal for a bike ride and so this left both you and Keisuke with your usual options. You had found yourself relaxing in your boyfriend's arms as your latest manga read was in your hands. Keisuke was busy trying his hardest to read a textbook as a test was coming up in the week. It would be a lie to say that you weren't impressed with Keisuke studying to make his dear mother proud. Hell, you would study just to make the sweet Mother Baji proud!

Just as you had finished the volume of your manga and was about to help your boyfriend in studying, the sound of his ringtone echoed around the quiet room. Keisuke was quick to check who it was, a little happy that someone had interrupted his studying. After all, none of it was making much sense to him. It was as the name 'Chifuyu' flashed onto his screen that he decided he needed to take it. It could be some Toman business that he possibly forgot about and would need to know. And so, he apologised for cutting the cuddling short before leaving his room to answer the call.

Now what were you meant to do? You had finished the manga and hadn't brought any others. So, you were stuck. Feeling bored, your gaze travelled around the room until they landed on the Toman jacket and sash. That was when the idea came to your mind.

In no time, you were off the bed and already in the process of pulling the jacket on your smaller frame. The jacket itself dwarfed you under its size, falling to your mid-thigh. Of course it would though, Keisuke was taller than you and bigger due to his build. But it was cute how it fell and the scent of your boyfriend's usual cologne had seeped into the material, making it feel as though Keisuke was wrapping you into his arms. Although you could just be happy like this, you had a plan and so the sash was clumsily tied how it would be on Baji.

You walked over to the mirror, having to prevent yourself from laughing over the appearance. It was as if a child had borrowed their dad's favourite jacket when playing dress up. However, there was still the plan. So, feeling childish and thinking this was the best idea ever, you began trying to impersonate your beloved. Copying his speech pattern and actions, you actually thought your impersonation was pretty accurate.

Baji had finished up the call, thankful that Chifuyu had called him up to remind him that there was a Toman meeting tonight at Musashi Shrine. Mikey would kill him if he missed another one. As he neared his bedroom door though, he was surprised to hear you talking. Maybe you had gotten a call too? Keisuke opened his door only to find the funniest sight ever. You were in front of his full-length mirror, a beautiful smile on your face as the line 'I am the great Keisuke Baji, do you wanna die?' flowed out of your mouth. Your voice was purposefully deeper but did not sound like him.

He couldn't hold back his amusement or laughter and approached where you were standing. Although he loved the impressions you were doing, he couldn't help but give you pointers while sorting the sash that was skewed on your figure. You on the other hand, had a blush that covered your cheeks, ears and neck. Your boyfriend had just caught you trying to act like him and wearing his sacred gang uniform. However, Keisuke would make you practice some of the impressions, all while grinning at how cute you were.