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[yes09ha]

KINKTOBER DAY 10

PROMPT: Praise

CREEP: Splendorman

Word Count: 3.2k

CW: 18+ Sexual Content, Splendor is a gentleman but we already knew that. Sorry y'all more fem reader. If you cringe when someone calls you a good girl maybeee don't read this🤞 Eating out, Praise, Slight Fingering, creampie, etc etc. It's sex!

KINKTOBER '24 MASTERLIST

You couldn't deny the way your heart skipped a beat every time Splendor whispered a sweet compliment in your ear, his hand trailing down your back innocently. You almost felt guilty when your thighs clenched, shoulders tensing whenever he'd praise you. He'd smile at your blush, probably thinking nothing of it besides that you were easily embarrassed.

Easily excited, maybe. Especially when it came to the tall man that never seemed to stop smiling at you. Praises came naturally for him, and it was expected that if you were to be in his presence he'd likely give you many. You weren't sure if he acted that way with everyone, but you hoped not. Although you wouldn't be surprised. Your desire for him was heightened by your abnormally large crush on him, making anything sweet he said to you ten times more effective.

“You look extremely beautiful today,” a voice says near your ear, causing you to jump slightly, face already heating at the compliment. You look behind you only to come face to face with a stomach. Looking up, you find his face, eyes sincere and smile wide. You try to hide your shiver, warmth rising up your body as you make eye contact.

“Is that so? You seem to think that every time you see me.” You try to say it playfully, but your voice is a bit strained.

“Yes, I think that may just be because you're an angel on earth. You certainly look the part.” He hums thoughtfully, as though he's thinking it over seriously. Nodding, he smiles, eyes meeting yours intensely.

You can only laugh, face turning away as you feel it get brighter. Words fail you in that moment, your hands busying themselves with the dishes in front of you. His hand finds the small of your back, causing you to suck in a gasp, mouth practically clamped shut.

“Would you like help?” You turn to see his eyes are focused on you, his tone genuine.

“Oh, no–I’m fine, thank you, though,” the words rush out, your attention hyper focused on the warmth emitting from his hand.

“I insist,” he says sincerely, and you understand then that it's a losing battle. You sigh, shoulders dropping as you relent, sliding yourself over to make room for him. His warmth settling at your side has you shifting in place, making you a bit nervous.

“Have you been well?” The question has you looking away from him, eyes focused on your hands and making them work. He always speaks so calmly, his words eloquent in a way you'd never heard from anyone else.

“The same. You?” His chuckle lights up the space, sending your heart into overdrive.

“Much better now that I'm spending time with someone so beautiful.” You can only shake your head, eyes cast downwards as you try to make sense of what your hands are doing. You can barely focus on both things at once. He's simply a gentleman, you know that. He's proper and kind. These thoughts racing through your mind about him are the opposite.

He takes a dish from your hands, laughing as he watches you buffer for a few seconds. “What is a breathtaking creature like you thinking about, hm?” He hums, the words said in a teasing manner. The question has you pausing, your mind searching for something that isn't, ‘you bending me over this sink’. You come up blank.

“Nothing much. The weather, maybe,” you say lowly. You curse yourself for the mediocre excuse, even more so the ‘maybe’.

“Mhm, maybe so. The weather. So it's the prospect of rain tomorrow that has you rewashing the same dish four times, then?” Your eyes widen, looking down at the incredibly sudsy dish you've indeed been holding onto since he took the last one.

“I don't like…the rain. I guess.” Unbelievable. The pause that ensues between you both has you wanting to crawl into the cupboard under the sink and shut yourself away in the dark.

“There’s no rain in the forecast.” That has you pushing your gaze even lower into the sink, as if you could get any lower. “You're an incredibly horrid liar, beautiful.” Your heart clenches at that, and you think you may die from stress before you ever get a chance to jump his bones. As if there would ever be a chance. He'd sooner kill you than do something indecent with you.

“That doesn't change how I feel about the rain.” You try to say it resolutely, but it comes out more weak than anything. He laughs at that, reaching to put away another dry dish.

“Right, of course not. Any other weather crises you're troubled over? Thunder, maybe?” You scoff, noting his rare use of sarcasm. “No, really,” he continues, the smile on his face growing as he teases you. “I'd love nothing more than to be your confidant.”

I shake my head, finally giving up on the dishes and just letting my hands be. “Yes, I'm sure you'd love to spend all your time listening to my weather problems. Please, do come by every hour so I can confide in you about how the temperature changing on my weather app makes me anxious.”

Him taking a step closer catches you off guard, almost causing you to take a step back as you accidentally make eye contact with him, now stuck. “I'd love nothing more than to let a goddess speak in my ear all day long.” Your mouth opens and closes, eyes wide as you tear your gaze away from his, flushed and embarrassed beyond measure now.

He puts the last dish on the rack, reaching to dry his hands as he hums. His usual smile is plastered onto his face, hand once again reaching the small of your back as he speaks. “What were your plans for the day, beautiful?” You tense as you feel his hand warm your back.

“Um…,” you trail off, your thoughts a train wreck.

“If there was nothing too important I'd love to spend the day with you.” He reaches his other hand out for you to take, and you wonder if you're strong enough for everything that's transpiring.

“I didn't have much planned,” you say apprehensively, taking his hand. He beams at you, pleased with your answer.

“Great!” He pulls you closer, his hand on your back holding you flush against him. You couldn't hide the way your whole body tensed as you attempted not to shiver, failing miserably as they began creeping up your back.

“Are you cold? I'll go grab your jacket.” He starts off towards the bedroom despite your protests, you teetering closely behind.

“It's a mess…,” you practically whisper, your voice a meek version of the original now.

He only laughs, and you know that's his way of saying that means nothing. It's meant to be reassuring, and normally it would be, if only your reasons were as pure. Was it a mess? Sure. Mainly your worry though, was that you'd end up pushing him into your bed and making a fool of yourself.

You stared at his long legs as he walked ahead of you and nodded, thinking about how you'd like to climb them like a tree. He opens your door to an averagely messy space, only concerned with finding you warmth. You notice the jacket isn't up on its hook and shrug.

“It's fine, really. I'm not cold at all, honestly.” He hums, his searching gaze scanning the room carefully.

“You don't keep them organized?” You scoff and eye the averagely messy room, giving him a look as though to say, ‘seriously?’ He only smiles back, eyes returning. You don't notice the way his gaze lingers.

“Right, I guess a walk is out, then, yes?” You curse yourself and your jacket losing bloodline, wondering if maybe it would be possible to convince him that you were actually sweaty with all the adrenaline that was currently forcing its way through your body.

He turns to face you, a hand reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers, causing you to freeze in place. You suddenly feel the closeness of him stronger than before, as if you're fully realizing just how close the two of you are. He's gazing at you with a smile that seems more toned down and extremely gentle.

“You're sure you won't tell me about your weather troubles, then?” The tug on your hair has you looking away. You're not sure that you've had a moment to be unembarrassed since he showed up.

“I don't think my rain troubles will interest you much. That's a very boring topic.” Very boring in comparison to the porno that was playing out scene by scene in your head.

“Anything that comes from your mouth is worth listening to, beautiful.” You're taking a step back now, your hair falling from his grasp. A small frown flickers over his face for only a second before his usual trademark smile is back up.

“You've really gotta stop calling me that one of these days.” You do your best to say it playfully, and you think you succeed.

He takes a step closer to you again, leaning down now so that his face is closer to yours. “Must I? It seems a travesty to not dote on you.” His words have you wide eyed, trying hard not to take them as anything other than kind.

“Careful now, Splendor,” you say teasingly, as though your throat isn't struggling not to close. “I may get the wrong idea if you keep saying stuff like that.” He'll realize what he's saying–realize that his kindness could be taken another way and hopefully apologize for the awkwardness.

“The wrong idea?” He questions, looking down at you carefully as though he has no idea what you're implying. Why would he? He's probably never even thought of something like that. “What wrong idea could I possibly give you?” Another step closer has you putting your hands up, mouth opening to speak and failing.

“I'd like to think we both have the same ideas. Wouldn't that make them right, at least to us?” You're shaking your head, dreading how awkward your explanation is about to be. You certainly don't have the same ideas running through your heads. Your surprise shoots through the roof as he grabs your hands, lifting and holding them to his chest in what could be considered a loving manner.

“I–,” you try to speak and fail, eyes flicking between the sight of your palms flat against his body and the way his smile slowly grows as he watches you squirm.

“Does that mean you don't enjoy me?” He questions sadly, eyes lowered in a dangerous way despite his even smile.

“What? No, of course I like you–that’s not–what?” Your brain is moving faster than your mouth, the words coming out jumbled against your newly formed tongue tie. Your eyes are moving everywhere now besides his, nervousness coiled in your gut.

“Good then, I was worried my feelings were one-sided. You seemed content to avoid me.” He laughs, watching the look on your face go from nervous to blank as the words register.

“Your feelings?” You phrase the question slowly, confused.

He finally steps fully against you, hands reaching behind your back to hold you against him, one placed just above your ass while the other holds the back of your head, forcing you to look up at him. “Yes, those, beautiful.” Your stomach flutters as he traces your spine up and down with his fingers, your brain finally beginning to put pieces together.

“Your skin is so soft, it's such a shame you run when I touch you.” Your mouth falls open, shock written plainly across your features.

“And the faces you make when I compliment you drive me practically insane, it's agony when you turn away, beautiful. You're mouthing the word ‘agony’ as if trying to understand what he means, his knowing smile only growing as he nods.

Splendor leans down so that his mouth is nearly touching your ear, the heat from his breath sending flips through your stomach. “Will you make those same faces for me if I defile you?” You can't help but cover your face in your hands, thighs clenching as you register his words fully. Your mind is at war with itself, struggling over the reality that is Splendor’s hand slowly trailing under your shirt. You're desperately trying to grapple with the fact that this is real, and not a cruel trick.

“Will you let me touch you more?” He says it in a voice you've never heard from him before, sending shivers down your spine as you struggle to keep your balance.

He gently prys your hands from your face, tilting your chin up to look at him. Smiling, he praises you for your cooperation, as though that's praiseworthy. “Yes, look at me just like that, darling. Yes or no?” His head tilts, eyes focused on you with something behind his expression. You can't tell if it's a similar nervousness or impatience. How long has he been waiting?

Nodding, you avert your gaze, still almost suspicious that this may not be real. This isn't the answer he wants though, and he makes sure you know that by easily turning you both around and gently pushing you, making you fall back onto the bed with a huff. You look up at him, seeing his face change to a soft seriousness. “Tell me with your voice. Let me hear you.” You try to swallow, your mouth dry.

“I'll let you then, if that's…what you want…,” you can't break your habit of looking away, the intense eye contact as you say that makes you feel far too vulnerable.

“You’re all I've ever needed. You don't want me as well?” The question is phrased as though he's confused, and you feel your body relax as he leans on the bed over you, trapping you under him as his arms cage you in on either side of your head.

“I do want you,” you say finally, eyes meeting with his despite your flushed appearance. “I want you to…,” you can't continue, his eyes staring you down as his smile grows upon hearing your words. He practically pounces on you, mouth on yours hungrily, yes–but still sweetly. He can barely pull himself away to speak, words rushed and low. “Love hearing it from your mouth, you're so good to me–such a good girl,” he's praising you, words spilling out between gasps and wet kisses. The praise makes you whimper, pushing him to deepen the kiss.

He's cupping your face like you're his treasure, his hips pressing flush against yours so that you can feel him. The feeling of him growing harder as you wrap your arms around his neck has you throwing your legs around his waist, tightening them so that you can feel him better. He groans in your mouth, hips beginning to roll into you slowly but firmly.

Your head is swimming as you try to come to terms with the fact that you're in this situation with Splendor of all people. You'd never thought him capable of this, much less the tone in which he'd come onto you with. The way his voice wrapped around you had your body warming, goosebumps lining your skin. You nip at his lip, dripping at the way he groans into you, his fingers beginning to slowly undress the both of you.

You sliding off your pants has him pulling away from the kiss, eyes taking in the sight of your bare legs and stomach. He kisses down your neck, mumbling about how beautiful your bare skin is. You gasp as he pops a nipple into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue as he lifts his eyes to see your expression. He can't stay in one place too long, fingers and mouth itching to touch all of you. He trails wet kisses down your stomach all the way to your inner thighs, and laughs when you squirm at the feeling of him breathing between your legs. Impatience has him slipping your underwear off of you fully, wrapping his arms around your thighs and caging you in place as he presses a kiss to your folds. You squirm in place as you feel him begin to move his mouth against you, nose bumping your clit as he licks you up and down.

The taste of you has him groaning, his words only getting less gentlemanly as time goes on. “You taste so good, beautiful. Makes me just wanna lay here eating you for the rest of the day.” His voice being pressed up against you has you clenching on nothing, hips moving against his face shamelessly at this point. Despite his words he pulls away, long fingers filling you and providing a relief you weren't aware was needed. He pumps them in and out slowly, moving them according to your moans and whimpers.

He smiles when he sees the blissful emptiness in your eyes, continuing his pace. The way your back arches has him ready to pop through his pants, erection growing almost painful as he watches you squirm underneath him. He pulls away, smiling at your weak protests. With minimal stuggle his clothing is off, your eyes widening as you see his length.

You dont have time to wonder how you'll take it, his fingers finding your clit and working themselves over it, causing your mind to go blank. You feel him rub himself up and down your folds, slowly slipping inside of you as you whimper and gasp. The feeling of him being fully seated inside you has you moaning his name, a quick orgasm pushing through you with barely any warning. He's smiling at that, words soft and reassuring as he talks you through it. He's calling you a good girl again, making you clench around him as you start rolling your hips, clearly asking for more.

The sight has him practically sweating, quick compliments and praises slipping from him as he fucks into you faster, your sounds spurring him on. Your eyes open to see him gazing at you lovingly, the look in his eyes telling you this is exactly what he wanted when he asked if you wanted help with those dishes. He seems proud of himself, his eyes scanning down your body hungrily as he watches you take him.

“Just like that–you're doing so good, beautiful.” Words like that and praises for your beauty have you mewling under him, stomach tightening as you feel another orgasm about to hit you. His hips stutter as he gets closer, the feeling of you clenching around him driving him over the edge. The sight of you gasping under him, back arched and legs wrapped around him is what finally does him in.

You feel him slam into you one last time, the sensation of him filling you up pushing your last orgasm through your body. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you gasp, his sweet praises in your ear guiding you through it. By the time he pulls out you're a sweaty, weak, and tired mess.

You smile as Splendor lifts you up, presumably carrying you to the bathroom. He's whispering in your ear about how perfect you were, about how good you felt wrapped around him. The words are doing more to turn you on again than anything else.

“I hope you won't run from me now, darling. I'll chase you next time if you try.” It's said teasingly, but you feel the truth behind the gentleman's words.

[yes09ha]

KINKTOBER DAY 12

PROMPT: Monsterfucking

CREEP: Slenderman

Word Count: 3.4k (no comments allowed, shut mouth)

CW: 18+ Sexual Content, Tentacles, Dub-Con, Outside Sex, Creampie (SHUT MOUTH), Slender is 10x monsterified, I'm talking we're straight up 8 pages in this motherfucker. Biblically Accurate Slender y'all. Is this technically not creepypasta anymore and actually 8 pages? Or is it both … It's actually something new me tinks. idk. just fuck him bruh.

KINKTOBER '24 MASTERLIST

You were carefully considering the idea that you were finally going mad. There could be no other explanation for you getting yourself into this situation. At any point you could have revisited the plan and thought, “this seems like it could get me killed.” At some point during the planning you could have considered the logistics of getting out alive. But you didn't. Instead, you stood here now in the woods with a dim flashlight and a crumpled paper in hand.

You'd been finding them stuck to trees, and 4 pages later you were starting to finally reconsider your venture. You stared down at the paper that was dirty with a sort of grime mixed with…something. You weren't entirely convinced the something wasn't blood, but it was too dark to tell for sure. As was expected by now, it was filled with charcoal drawings of various symbols and eerie warnings.

‘IT’S ALWAYS WATCHING’

“Right…,” you muttered under your breath, the idea of walking back to the car not seeming too horrible now. You hoped that whatever they believed was watching wasn't too hungry.

You rubbed at your forehead, cursing the headache that had slowly begun when you entered the forest and only gotten worse since then. It felt like static beneath your skin, a sort of numbness that had you pulling your phone out to check the time. A dark screen is the only thing that greeted you.

“Fuck, seriously?” You tsked, unsure of how the battery drained that quickly. Last you checked you had over half the battery left, so how…? A sharp crack coming from straight ahead through the trees has your head snapping up, the phone battery question phasing away to leave room for new ones.

You eye the four pages in your hand, shrugging as you begin to slowly turn around, cautiously beginning your trek back to the car. If you found some more on the way, great. If not, oh well. You'd come back another day–key word being day. Another crack, although farther away sounding, had you picking up the pace slightly. A brisk walk wasn't feeling amazing in this cold weather, but it was better than waiting around to get eaten by a bear.

The static in your head grew the further you walked, and at one point you wondered if you were walking in the correct direction. You shook the thought away, palm pressed to your forehand. How hard could walking in a straight line end up being?

The snap of a branch only a few feet away had you jumping in place, eyes wide as you stared into the dark expanse of wood before you. You pushed yourself to keep moving despite your aggravation and anxiety rising. A shrill ringing sound had begun to persist in your ears, drowning out any small sounds you should normally be able to hear.

The smell of fog had you looking around, noticing the extra chill in the air as you slow down, your thighs burning with an effort you shouldn't have had to make on the journey back. You know for sure now that you must have gotten turned around at some point. You'd been walking for what seemed like hours, but these woods shouldn't be that large. They were hardly two miles wide, and yet you hadn't found a single edge. Your head was pounding unbearably at this point, and you were permanently rubbing at your forehead in a failing attempt to calm the ache.

In the distance, a white paper rustling in the wind caught your attention. “Shit,” you whispered lowly, slowly creeping towards the paper. Despite your further time in the woods you hadn't found anymore. Yet here laid a fifth, just as filthy as the others and stuck to a tree trunk.

‘DON'T LOOK OR IT TAKES YOU’

Another warning against whatever ‘It’ was. You felt a shiver run its way down your spine, the fog from earlier persisting. You eye your surroundings, wondering if maybe you should just start screaming and hope someone comes to your rescue. One look at how the moon is still high in the sky makes you trash the idea immediately.

You fold the paper with the others in your back pocket, walking over to a stump to sit and breathe some focus back into your body. An animal's scream in the distance has you standing right back up, grabbing your dim flashlight and steadily jogging away. You switch direction for a change and head in the opposite direction of the scream–east, hoping to end whatever circle loop you were stuck in.

After only five minutes of walking you encounter another page, your headache still steadily increasing in pressure. The sound of static was ringing in your ears as you grabbed the sixth paper, eyeing it carefully.

‘NO NO NO NO NO NO–’

Your hands shake a bit as you read the page that's covered in the single word, every single ‘no’ basically ripped into the paper with the pencil tip. Whoever hung these was seriously messed up. You'd read online that people found these, but maybe your curiosity should've stayed unsated.

Flickering light sends your gaze down, immediate panicked curses spewing from your mouth as you hit the flashlight repeatedly, to no avail. It dies out anyways, leaving you stranded in the dark and alone. Despite feeling like crying, you hold it in, looking around and letting your eyes adjust to the darkness. Now focused on the space between the trees, your eyes focus on something tall in the distance. Your eyes furrow as you try to make sense of whatever it is, horror seeping into your bones as you realize it's a suit–which makes it a person. A person? No, you think, it's much too tall to be a person. The ringing in your ears reaches a crescendo as you watch it's ‘head’ turn as it watches you.

As it…watches you. Sudden realization and fear pools in your gut as you remember the long stick figure that was drawn on all the pages without fail. You thought nothing of it at the time, the doodle not even worth mentioning. Yet here it was, staring back at you with a white blank face and unusually long limbs. ‘Its always watching,’ plays in the back of your mind as your eyes tear up in horror. You're sprinting through the forest now, pure adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins and pushing you faster as you tear through branches and various bushes in your way. You hear it now, the static. It's not your headache, it's that thing.

The static grows louder as you run, and you feel the hopelessness and fear settle into your bones, knowing that means it's growing closer. A searing pain in your side has you screaming as you look down, realizing you've been slammed against a tree. You scoff as you look up and realize there's a paper stuck to this very tree. With your head pounding and screaming, you reach up and grab the seventh note. Useless, maybe.

‘CAN’T RUN’

Oh, you don't say? You gasp as you feel yourself being lifted, the burning in your side still nothing compared to the ache that's slamming against your skull walls by now. You open your eyes, trembling as you realize you're at least ten feet in the air now. A scream escapes you as you see that you're eye level with the faceless being. ‘Don’t look or it takes you,’ surfaces in your memory, prompting you to close your eyes. You open them again anyways, the fear forcing them open. You can't look away, noting how the suit the creature wears is still clean, somehow. Much cleaner than your now dirt stained clothing.

You struggle in its grasp, unsure of how you're being held as you eye its hands that stay straight at its side. A slick tendril of sorts shoots forward to hold you by the waist, halting your squirming. That's how then.

“Wha–wait, wait!” Your voice trembles as it leaves your body, panic overtaking you as you feel the tendrils that surround you begin to move. They slide up your body to snatch your hands, holding them together above you. You feel the strain on your shoulders as your body swings, sending you into hysterics. Your eyes widen in fright as its hand moves finally.

You shriek as you see it move towards you, legs kicking as it uses its hand to grab the top half of your face, blocking part of your vision. Your kicking is halted as more tendrils return to hold them in place, a shiver wracking through you as one slides its way to your waist.

“You must wish to die, human.” The sound of its voice in your head with you has you halting for a second, confused yet transfixed.

“No answer? Do you not know this tongue, after all?” You try to move, your headache easing as he speaks. Were you supposed to respond?

“Let me go,” is all you manage to get out, fear seizing your body before you could continue. Not that you were sure of what else could possibly be said.

You wait for a response, but what seems like minutes pass with you still hanging in the air limply, eyes attempting to peek behind its hand as you focus on where its eyes should be. Still, you can't gather the courage to speak again. You look up to find that the moon hasn't moved an inch. That shouldn't be possible.

“Where are we?” The question sounds weak coming from your lips, and it hangs in the air without an answer for an indefinite amount of time. Eventually, it removes its hand from your skull, the limb returning to its side.

“According to your brain, nowhere you know of, human.” Confused, you mull over its response in your head, realization washing over you like a bucket of cold water. It grabbed you for that reason, then? How much did it learn?

“Only that you're much stupider than I previously thought.” You gasp, the knowledge that it could read your mind only making you that much more fearful. The tendril on your waist tightens, causing you to whine in pain as you feel your side burn as though you're on fire. With your headache almost gone you're left to focus on that. That, and the fact that you're about ten seconds from death.

“You didn't come here to die?” It asks the question as though it doesn't know the answer. You can't even be bothered to say “obviously”, eyes searching the darkness around you as though help would be here soon.

“Why risk your life?” It continues as though it doesn't hear you cursing its existence in your head. You don't have an answer.

“Predestined, maybe.” You scoff. Well that's fucking stupid, you think. Everyone is ‘predestined’ to die, you don't have to be so goddamn pretentious about it. Your squirming only seems to bind you tighter, and eventually you have no choice but to give up and lie there, tired and limp, feeling hopeless.

“Predestined for other things, maybe.” Other things? Strangulation? Death by being eaten alive, 'maybe'? Death by fire, if this thing got creative.

A tendril moving up around your inner thigh to hold you has you flinching, warmth flooding your face as you shiver. Your face burns in embarrassment, wondering if maybe there was a possibility he missed your reaction to it. Or maybe his species doesn't have sex, or understand it for that matter. The remembrance that it can read your mind has you snapping your head down at the ground, mind racing to think about anything else. Instead of rushing to think about any number of important things like your wounds, your situation, or your inevitable and closely looming death–you instead just chant the first thing you lock eyes onto, ‘rock’ being the chant in your head. He speaks again, interrupting your steady stream of chanting.

“I’m a ‘he’ now? No longer an ‘it’. How nice.” He seems sarcastic, as though the fact that he was ever an ‘it’ to you offended him. “Chanting never does much for subconscious thoughts.” You tense, the embarrassment that was haunting you earlier coming back full force like a typhoon. You begin to chant, ‘shut up,” hoping it'll do the trick this time. His expressionless face seems unamused.

“I don't understand your shame. Are you not more worried about your death by my hands than my judgement?” You look away, realizing the absurdity of your worries, but unable to quell them all the same. Was he judging you? Or was he too worried about killing you? Neither were options you'd like to explore. A tendril slipping past your waistband has you gasping, the feeling causing your thighs to clench. He had to have done that on purpose.

“And if I did? What action would you take besides squirming in my grasp?” You balk, wondering what exactly he meant by that. Surely the attitude wasn't a species based attribute.

“Is rubbing your thighs together for a mate at any time an attribute of yours?” Your mouth drops almost comically, your eyes glaring daggers at him as you begin attempts to kick your way from his grip again. You scoff, the thought of trying to seduce a faceless, tactless, and murderous creature almost sending you into hysterics.

“And yet your body is readying itself for me all the same.” Gasping, you manage to flip him off, the tendrils wrapped around your wrist tightening as a result.

“You believe I'm a liar?” He questions, head doing the smallest tilt as his blank face stares at you. For once, you speak out loud.

“I believe you're a dick!” You shout, your attempt at kicking only serving to tire you out.

“But a liar all the same.” You scoff, wondering if he ever got tired of cryptic speech.

A tendril yanking off your shoe has you squirming yet again, watching in shock and confusion as your pants get yanked down over your hips. Your mouth opens to speak, only to clamp down on an unsavory noise that almost escapes by a pinch. You look down, finding a tendril slipped past your underwear, toying with your clit and sliding between your folds. You can't even attempt to open your mouth, legs squirming as you bite your tongue, trying your hardest to ignore the sudden but intense pleasure ricocheting through your body.

“Do you still find me to be a liar?” You can't possibly speak, the feeling he's putting you through far too much on your already overstressed mind. Your legs are forced open, and upon looking again you find yourself completely bare, but you're unsure of when that happened, your brain foggy.

‘I 'find you' to be a dick,’ you think clearly, hoping he caught it among all the thoughts that were going haywire through your head.

“And yourself the liar?” You don't bother to think up a response, only shooting a glare his way as you feel the cool air breeze past your skin, sending shivers through you.

You yelp as you feel him prodding at your entrance, wondering if he'll really take it that far. There can't be anything in it for him, can there? Was there any point in prolonging your death?

“Your mind is filled with worry. Is that an attribute of your species as well?” You scoff, deciding that attitude must certainly be hereditary for his kind. There could be no other possible way he held so much, it was practically unnatural. That, and the entirety of his existence.

Suddenly a mewl is slipping from your mouth, legs spread as you realize he's finally slipped inside you. You heat in embarrassment as you clamp your mouth shut again, trying not to roll your hips as he slides in and out of you easily. You're clenching around him, your insides practically trying to suck him back inside as he pulls out.

Despite your resistance, you find yourself letting your head fall back as another tendril joins to rub at your clit, the pleasure becoming too intense to bear stoically. You bite your lip as an orgasm builds in your core, too addicted to the way he's making you feel to beat it down.

Him pushing inside you again pushes it over the edge, the orgasm rolling through you in waves, your insides clenching onto him as it does. You can't help but whimper, the feeling pushing through you with little warning. You're breathing harshly, short pants leaving you as you hang limp and wet before him.

Movement has you turning to look downwards, only to find his hand has reached out to touch you as well. Your hips buck unwillingly as he slips a finger inside, swiping at the wetness he's left behind.

“Still, you ache?” He questions almost mockingly, and you close your eyes, shame coursing through your veins. As if that was your fault.

“Not a fault. Only an attribute.” His fingers return, pumping in and out of you steadily, your hips rolling into him for more despite your inner protests. Your mouth falls open as he hits a sweet spot, gasps and moans spilling from you now unabated. The feeling of him pulling out has you whining pitifully.

His tendrils slipping from your body catches your attention just before you begin free falling, mouth opening to squeal right as he catches you in his arms. You don't have time to question him, a burn at your entrance forcing your mouth shut as you feel what's probably him and not a tendril enter you slowly. You throw your arms around him, burying your head in the crook of his neck as the intense ache of him entering sends shocks through your body one after the other. His skin feels smooth, similar to yours. It's comforting in a way, but that thought is immediately squashed as you remember his ability.

The idea that he heard you think that despite the fact that you'll be dead by his hands immediately after this sends a feeling down your spine that's much more than merely embarrassment. Meanwhile he pushes the whole way in, the ache subsiding almost immediately as you feel him flush with all your walls. You can't help but moan at the feeling.

You hold him tighter as he rolls into you, shaking the thought away as you chase the pleasure he's giving you. It's not worth worrying about if you'll be dead soon. The only thing you have the capacity to worry about at this moment is cumming around his length.

Instead of his words in your mind you feel him in an entirely different way. It's as though he's conveying emotions to you rather than words–the main one being his pleasure at your submission. It's an odd feeling to have someone else's emotions flowing through your body, but not entirely unwelcome. It makes you wonder if he can feel yours.

Your nails are digging into his shoulders as he presses into you, your legs clenching around him tightly. You feel his hand holding the back of your head, and you think it may be a bit unnecessary to hold you, your arms and legs doing enough of the work to keep you up here with him. A deep thrust of his hips has you seeing stars, any and all previous thoughts you had melting away as the only thing that remained was pleasure. Your legs begin to feel weak as he ruts into you deeply.

“Your mind is entirely more tolerable like this.” You barely hear him, entirely focused on the budding orgasm that's somehow already hitting you, your body tensing as you chase it, the feeling of being filled so much more intense than it was only a minute ago. You understand why as he pulls out of you, a liquid something dripping out onto your thighs and the forest floor below you. You can't bother to think of what may happen next, the emptiness of your body causing you to clench around nothing, as though you still weren't satiated.

“Your attribute is far more persistent than mine, human.” He says it as though it will make any sense to you in this state, your mind still really only focused on the aftershocks of your orgasm. You can barely remember how you found yourself on the ground, the gate to the parking lot in sight. You look down to find yourself not only clothed but dry and clean. Your head whips to the treeline surrounding you, eyeing the shadows carefully as you feel he must still be watching–and yet, nothing hides there, leaving you much emptier than you ever thought possible.

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What are your comms price and rules for comms?

-Meow

1$ per every 100 words–so for example a 3k word comm would be 30$. UNLESS it's nsfw then the price doubles 2$ per 100 words to be 60$

looool sorry i completely skipped over rules. there isn't really any, ill write a lot of stuff. well actually i won't write fart stuff....im never writing that again unless someone pays x4

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What are your comms price and rules for comms?

-Meow

1$ per every 100 words–so for example a 3k word comm would be 30$. UNLESS it's nsfw then the price doubles 2$ per 100 words to be 60$

looool sorry i completely skipped over rules. there isn't really any, ill write a lot of stuff. well actually i won't write fart stuff....im never writing that again unless someone pays x4

[yes09ha]

Firestarter

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[] Firelord!Zuko x Fem!Reader []

[] Cinderella AU []

[summary]: Y/n was born an Earthbender but when her mother died, her father remarried a woman from the Fire Nation that treated her poorly once her father died]

Zuko maybe out of character

Yue is the fairy godmother in this don’t judge

[based off Disney’s Cinderella and the Wonderful World Cinderella mixed in]

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“Cinderella!” [Y/n]’s step-sisters screamed, causing the people around them to stare at the poor petite girl, holding boxes full of brand new clothes for the two step-sisters.

She sighed and quickly followed her step sisters, as they walked through the market place, of the Fire Nation. Street performers, street vendors selling foods, and the finest silk in all the four nations.

As [Y/n] followed her step-sisters she began to daydream; that one day someone will take her away from her awful step-mother and step-sisters.

But that was only a daydream and not real life; holding the boxes in hand she tripped causing the boxes to fall out of her grasps.

She sighed picking up the boxes and the dress that have fallen out,

“Here let me help you.” A voice said causing her to look up at him, and gasps in shock.

“F-Firelord Zuko!?” She said in shock bowing her head, he sighs and shakes his head.

Helping the girl pick up the fallen items; the two then unknowingly reach for the same box causing box of their fingers to touch. She looked at him an blushed,

Zuko pulling his hand back; she grabbed the box and stacked it onto the other ones in her hands.

“Do you need help?” He asks and she looks at him, and shakes her head smiling,

“N-no I can do this I’ve done it before.” She says smiling at the Firelord,

“T-thank you for your help. Firelord Zuko.” She says bowing her head,

“Cinderella!” Her step-sisters shout, and she jumps slightly and turns walking quickly towards them.

[Time Skip]

[Y/n] and her step-sisters have just arrived home, boxes still in her hand carrying them up the stairs to their room. Placing them on their beds,

“Cinderella make me some tea!” Kumi shouts at her,

“Yes stepsister!” [Y/n] said quickly, then her other stepsister, Mumi, threw clothes at her.

“Cinderella clean these!” Mumi shouted at her, as [Y/n] held the clothes in her arms.

“Yes stepsister!” [Y/n] said then Kumi grabbed her clothes,

“Cinderella cleans these too!” Kumi shouted, throwing the clothes at her,

“Yes stepsister!” [Y/n] said walking out of their rooms, clothes in her hands arms aching; walking down the stairs towards the laundry room.

She sighs placing the clothes into the basket; and walks towards the kitchen making a fire and turning begins to boil water.

“Cinderella where is my tea!?” Kumi shouts and [Y/n] sighs, making the fire bigger.

The kettle begins to whistle and she brews tea and brings it up to her sister, “Here’s your tea.” [Y/n] says, handing the tea to her sister.

Kumi took the sister sipped it and spit it out, “You call this tea! Forget it bring me some water!” Kumi shouts at her, and she looks at him.

“Yes stepsister.” [Y/n] says walking down the stairs, getting the water and bringing it up to her stepsister.

[Time Skip]

[Y/n] begins sighs as she cleans the floor of the mansion,

‘The sweetest sounds I’ll ever hear.’

‘Are still inside my head’

She sings as she cleans the floor scrubbing away,

‘The kindest words I’ll ever know’

‘Are waiting to be said.’

She sings dunking the rag into water again,

‘The most and entrancing side of all’

‘Is yet for me to see.’

[Y/n] gets off her kneees and groans in pain; from being in her knees for so long.

��And the dearest love in all the world’

‘Is waiting somewhere for me’

‘Somewhere for me.’

She sings as she dumps the bucket of dirty water onto the ground; a sad look came across her face.

And then there was a knock at the door causing her to jump, she quickly walks towards the door and opens it.

To see the royal messenger, “An urgent message from the Imperial Majesty.” The messenger says,

“Thank you.” [Y/n] says smiling as she takes it from his hands, and closes the door. She looks at it curiously,

‘Sing sweet nightingale’

Then walks up the stairs her stepsister having their music lesson, she knocks on the door.

“Yes!” Her stepmother shouts,

“Cinderella! How dare you!” Her mother step shouts at [Y/n] but she holds up the letter,

“It’s an urgent letter for the palace.” [Y/n] says, Kumi and Mumi both running over to her and grabbing the letter for her hands. Both fighting over it,

Until their mother takes it from their hands, opens it and begins to read it,

“I’ll read it.” The stepmother says, as she opens the letter.

“Well there’s to be a ball for his highness Firelord Zuko.” She says, and both Kumi and Mumi jump with excitement,

“And by royal command every eligible maiden is to attend.” She says smiling, in amazement. Both sisters shout in excitement,

“Why that’s us!” Kumi shouts,

“And I’m so eligible.” Mumi says, smiling.

And [Y/n] who was still in the room looked towards them, “Well then I can go too.” [Y/n] says smiling, and the sisters look at her and scoff.

“Uh, her dancing with the Firelord.” Kumi says mockingly,

“I’d be honor your highness would you mind holding my broom.” Mumi says, holding her flute.

“Well why not? After all I’m still a member of the family? It says by royal command every eligible maiden should attend.” [Y/n] says and her stepmother looks at her then at the note,

“Yes... so it does. Well I see no reason you can’t go. If you get all your work done.” Her stepmother says, and [Y/n] smiles.

And runs towards the door so she could begin, “Oh I will.” [Y/n] says happily,

“And if you can find something sutible to wear.” Her stepmother says, and [Y/n] nods,

“Oh I’m sure I can, oh thank you stepmother.” [Y/n] says happily leaving the room, so she could get started on her work.

[Time Skip]

After [Y/n] had finished all her work around the house; she began to work on her mother’s old dress that luckily only needed a few fixes here and there. And was finished in only a few hours, she smiled did her hair, and put on the dress.

She smiled as she ran towards her stepmother and stepsisters before they left;

“Wait! Wait! Don’t leave.” She shouted, and they looked at her in shock.

“Oh, how do I look it was my mother’s old dress.” She asked and they looked at her,

“These beads give it just the right touch.” Her stepmother says, walking towards her.

“Wait! Isn’t that my necklace!” Kumi shouts, grabbing the necklace from around [Y/n]’s neck causing her to gasp and look at them in shock,

“And that’s my sash!” Mumi shouts, the girls begging to rip and tear apart her dress.

“Girls girls. Come along now.” She says, the girls leaving [Y/n] there her mother’s dress completely torn apart. Tears running down her cheeks,

“Goodnight.” Her stepmother says, a smile across her face. And [Y/n] just gasps and runs towards the garden, tears making their way down her cheeks.

She falls to the ground crying sobbing uncontrollably, a figure begins to appear beside her comforting her crying form.

“There there. Everything’s going to be alright.” Yue says, rubbing the back of the younger girl.

[Y/n] looks up and jumps back in shock,

“W-who are you?” She asks her and Yue looks at her,

“Well I’m your fairy godmother?” Yue says, and [Y/n] looks at her in shock.

“What I don’t have a fairy godmother.” [Y/n] says and Yue looks at her,

“why of course you do everyone does.” Yue says and [Y/n] looks at her curiously.

“Now my dear child don’t you want to go to the ball?” She asks her, and [Y/n] just looks at the dress and sighs,

“I-I can’t not in this and there’s no other dress.” [Y/n] says looking down sadly, tears in her eyes.

“Why nonsense, spin around three times.” Yue says, and [Y/n] just looks at her confused,

“Go on.” Yue says, and [Y/n] obliges and spins around three times. A red and gold ethereal light develops around her,

[Dress]

[Hairstyle] yours is the second one

[Y/n] looks down at the dress and gasps, “It’s gorgeous.” She says smiling, see looks down at her feet and see red and gold glass slippers.

“Glass slippers?” She says, looking up at Yue.

Yue nods, and looks around the garden and sees a pumpkin. and turns it into a carriage, she sees a mouse, and turns it into a horse, she sees a frog, and turtle duck and turns it into a human.

“Why are you helping me?” [Y/n] asks her and Yue looks at her,

“For you helped someone that I loved.” She says, and [Y/n] just nods,

“Now go to the ball and dance with the Firelord. Oh and the spell will only last till midnight, and everything will be back to the way it was. ” She says, and [Y/n] smiles looking Yue as she gets into the carriage and goes towards the palace.

[Time Skip]

[Y/n] stepped out of the carriage and walked into the palace; and walked down the stairs,

Mumi and Kumi who bowed before Firelord Zuko bowed; but who just tried his best to act amused but it was hard, he yawned.

But stood once he saw [Y/n] coming down the stairs moving past the sisters and walking towards [Y/n], gaspsed once she saw him before her,

She bowed and smiled; his hand reaching out for hers, she smiled and took it. The prince walking her towards the center of the room; and the two beginning to dance.

[Y/n] couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes; and he couldn’t help but get lost in hers. The two being watched by everyone in the ball room.

It was love at first sight

The two danced their way into the garden; falling deeper and deeper in love with each other.

“This night is so magical.” [Y/n] says as she sits on the bench in the garden next to Firelord Zuko,

“You seem so familiar have we meet before?” He asks, and [Y/n] looks at him,

“U-uh I don’t know?” She says and she looks at him; Zuko looks at her the two stare into each-other’s eyes,

The two lean into each-other even though they’ve meet before they haven’t talked, but it felt as if they’ve known each-other for years.

The two were inches away from kissing, when the bells begin to chime.

“Oh, what time is it?” [Y/n] asks pulling back from Zuko who looks at her confused,

“Why what’s wrong?” He asks, and she gasps and quickly stands up.

“I’m sorry but I must go!” She shouts running out of the garden, Zuko got up quickly ran towards her,

“Wait!” He shouted but she didn’t listen she had to leave, she didn’t want him to she her as who she truly is.

She ran down the stairs towards her carriage; leaving behind a glass slipper, Zuko running out of the palace front doors, “Wait please!” He shouts,

As he runs down the stairs he sees the glass slipper and picks it up and looks at it,

She enters her carriage and sits down, “Go go!” She shouts, and the carriage begins to move.

Zuko sent gaurds after her and tried to stop her from leaving but she slipped through their fingers, arriving in the garden of house.

Her dress now back to what it once was a smile spread across her face; as she held the red and gold glass slipper in her hand.

“Oh what a wonderful evening.” She says in distant thought; as she thought of Firelord Zuko.

She then looks up at the moon and smiles; “Oh thank you.” She says happily, holding the glass slipper close to her heart.

[Time Skip]

[Y/n] was bringing her stepsister breakfast up when she over heard her stepmother talking,

“The one who lost her slipper at the ball last night. They say he’s madly in love with her.” Her stepmother says, as she pulls dresses out of the wardrobe.

“The Duke is?” Kumi asks,

“No no no the Firelord!” Her stepmother says, and

[Y/n] gasps, “The Firelord.” She says dropping the tray. Causing the tea pots and cups to shatter,

“You clumsily little fool, clean that up. Then help my daughters get dressed.” Her stepmother says, and [Y/n] looks at her sadly.

“What for?” Mumi says,

“If he’s in love with that girl, why should we even bother?” Kumi says, and then goes back to sleep but her mother comes over and pulls the covers off of her.

[Time Skip]

[Y/n] in her own world walks towards her room in the attic, singing smiling while dancing. Unbeknownst to her that her step mother was following her,

‘So this is love.’

She sings in distant thought thinking about her dance with Zuko; she sighs in distant thought.

Once she arrived in her room she began to comb her hair; but then gasps once she sees her stepmother locking her door.

She turns towards her and runs towards the door, “Please no! You can’t do this!” She cries, tears.

But her stepmother just smiles and walks down the stairs; [Y/n] sobs begging for them to let her go.

[Time Skip]

[Y/n] sat looking out her window; tears running down her cheek. Her happily ever after so close in her reach, but she wasn’t going to be able to receive it.

‘A dream is a wish your heart makes’

‘When your fast asleep’

She sings luckily just as she sings Firelord Zuko hears her voice; and turns towards the stepmother, “I thought you said that was every young maiden in the house.” He says to her, and the stepmother looks at him nervously,

“Oh it’s just a simple maid she didn’t even go to the ball.” She says, and he looks at her.

“I wanna meet her.” He says, and she nods.

‘In dreams you lose your heartaches’

‘Whatever you wish for, you keep’

She sings sadly looking out the window; tears runnng down her cheek.

The stepmother leading the Firelord through the house and to the attic,

‘Have faith in your dreams and someday’

‘Your rainbow will come smiling through’

She sings a smile spreading across her cheeks, as Firelord Zuko was just outside the door.

‘No matter how your heart is grieving’

‘If you keep on believing’

Stepmother was grabbing the key from her pocket and placing it in the keyhole,

‘The dream that you wish will come true’

She sings wiping away the tears when the door opened; and she jumps slightly seeing that it’s Firelord Zuko she bows,

And looks at him he looks at her, “She’s just a maid I-.” Stepmother was silenced by the Firelord who grabbed the glass slipper,

[Y/n] sat down the chair in front of her vanity; and and takes off her slippers. Firelord Zuko gets down on one knee.

She holds her foot out and watches as he slides it one.

It was a perfect fit

He looks up at her and she looks down at him and smiles, he helps her up and she takes his hand.

“I thought you seemed familiar.” He says and she smiles at him,

The stepmother watches in shock and grabs her by the wrist, “I forbid you, to leave.” She says, and [Y/n] looks at her.

“I have been nothing but kind, while you and your daughters push me around. Make me do everything, I forgive you. You may not be my mother but even through the way you’ve treated me, I still think of you as one mother.” [Y/n] says as she walks away with Zuko, a smile on both of their faces.

[Time Skip]

[Y/n] smiled as she kissed Zuko on the lips at their wedding; her arms wrapped around his neck while his were wrapped around her waist.

Her family was there after what she said to her stepmother and stepsisters, they decided to come around. The GAANG were there too cheering them on.

Her happily ever after was here; and if it wasn’t for Yue she would still be trapped in that house.

“I love you.” Zuko says, and [Y/n] turns to him.

“I love you too.” She says, kissing him in the lips.

[a/n: sorry this suck I got this idea like today.]

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Zutara Week - Fire Lady 

For this topic, I was very excited to design a fire nation dress for Katara. When I was younger, I used to design fashion clothes for fun =p So it felt like revisiting an old passion. I focused on some asian elements, the royal aspect (hence the gold), and the fact that the climate in the fire nation is very hot. Also I tried to sneak some modern day fashion trends in there =p

 I had so much fun with this one! Hope you like it ^^

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