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[zhonglisbeloved]

wheres the ayato smut im eating my own hand rn

CLAN HEAD AYATO & HIS FAVOURITE MAID <3

I didn't realise how much you all liked that idea? (crying rn). I'm not really satisfied with this but it's been a while since I've written something this long :') @komelrebi-san hi my love Kamisato Ayato x fem! reader (his pov?) WARNINGS: NSFW, mentions of marking, tummy bulge

the day was finally here, the announcement of the young Kamisato Ayato taking over as the head of the Kamisato Clan. The blue haired bachelor shouldered many responsibilities now, most obligatory annoyances, and some just annoyances that would take time to subside; like the ladies from other clans oggling him and begging to be married to him. He had spent his entire celebratory feast swarmed by partner clans and such and being gawked at by the ladies, it was uncomfortable to say the least but all these feelings of unease vanished when his eyes landed on the newly appointed maid, (name). oh she was beautiful, gorgeous, so innocent yet so otherworldly he swore he had fallen in love then and there. he wasn't someone who didn't have needs but he was also someone who hadn't had sex, he was a proper man, a reserved man. but seeing (name) had lit a fire in him, the next thing he knew he was asking the head maid to appoint her as his own personal maid. she was to only attend to him and no one else. of course as the head of the clan his word was valued and the changes were made immediately, after his shower that night he called for her. (name), I need your assistance, he told her as soon as she entered. the clan heads are given a special service by their personal maid on the day of their taking up the position his eyes roamed over her body, taking in the curves and the dips as he said so, watching her innocently nod. how can I fulfil my duties? she answered dutifully. he bit back a smirk and cleared his throat strip. his order was simple and direct, and (name), who had no idea that the so called "tradition" was made up, obeyed. she felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she nodded and stripped out of her clothes, standing bare before him and clenching her thighs in hopes of satiating the growing wetness. she was innocent yet not unknown to sexual desires. he practically eye fucked her as he took off his robe, exposing himself and his huge girthy cock that was hard and stood tall.

he pushed her to lay down on the bed and spread her legs, eagerly taking in her wet pussy, fuck you're so pretty (name) he groaned, his cock twitching as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, another to the column of her throat, down the valley of her breasts, to her soft tummy and then finally, a lingering kiss to her swollen, needy clit. she whimpered softly, n-ngh master her whiney voice ringing in his ears as he felt himself get drunk off her essence and sweet smell.

he practically buried his face in her wet cunt, slurping and licking at her juices. he sucked on her clit and nibbled on it before thrusting his tongue in that tight hole, groaning against her pussy and sending waves of pleasure over her. she moaned and whimpered absolutely lost in the pleasure he gave her when he fucked her with his tongue and rubbed her clit with his thumb. s-sir- please- 's so good don't stop she begged as tears welled up in her eyes, how could anyone humanely eat her out so good that she was already seeing stars.

he made her cum on and in his face twice before sitting up and positioning himself between her legs, his cock head pressing against her clit as he slapped it on her pussy a few times before sliding it teasingly against her slit. p-please- put it in she begged, looking up at him with teary eyes and tears running down her cheeks as she spread her legs wider and spread her pussy lips using her two fingers master please 'm begging you- wan' your cock so bad I can't take it anymore a soft sob escaped those pretty glossy lips as she bucked her hips, trying to get him to enter that needy cunt while all he did was chuckle at her feeble attempts, slapping her cunt once. twice. thrice. patience is a virtue my dear he leaned down and purred in her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to the lobe before kissing her lips. he bit her lower lip and his tongue entered her wet cavern, claiming her mouth as his own.

he was mean. so mean, kissing her like he owned her, rubbing up against her, and groping her, marking her body with hickeys and love bites but not pushing his cock in her cunt. this went on for almost half an hour before his patience snapped, seeing her all marked up and begging him through soft sobs like a little bitch in heat. he growled lowly pushing his hard, throbbing cock in her cunt and moaning as her warm and tight walls enveloped his big cock. mnghp- so big master!! you'll split me in half he wasn't even half way in and she was already scratching his back complaining about how big he was. shh pretty, he cooed, you gotta take it okay? gonna be good f'me and fulfil your duties right? he whispered in a loving tone as he pushed in further until he was completely sheathed in her, the tip of cock kissing her cervix. y-yes master she whined, her tummy had a small bulge because of his cock. his eyes darkened and he was overtaken by a primal need to mark her with his cum as he saw the bulge. he pressed down on it and started moving; slow, deliberate thrusts at first which gradually became feral and uncontrolled as he drilled his cock into her sobbing pussy relentlessly.

his hands pinned hers above her head as he fucked her filthy, making out messily with her and marking her up more until she was screaming his name and cumming all over him again and again, overstimulated to heavenly extents. he came inside her again and again, marking her with his hot seed, filling her up and making a mess of her.

that night perhaps the entire Kamisato household learned that their reserved clan head was insatiable when he truly wanted something.

[konigsblog]

sOAP IN A KILT

soap in a kilt...... 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

usually, scottish men will wear kilts to weddings.

now i enjoy the idea of soap wearing a blue and green kilt, but since he's catholic, he'd probably wear a red kilt. but then again, i'm not sure what clan he is in.. (i'm pretty sure there is a mactavish clan, if i'm correct?)

it's your wedding night, the sky fades from bright orange to deep red, creating an ombre of bright and bold colours in the sky. you're alone together, or at least away from others, after having a couple drunks together and enjoying each other's presence and comfort. although while you're gazing off into the sunset, a romantic moment shared on your wedding night, you notice the sound of johnny's breathing becoming laborious and fast, his eyes fixated on you in the corner of your eye.

fuck, you look absolutely beautiful like this. he feels himself getting hotter and his cock throbbing, becoming harder and more desperate. you're immediately concerned before you notice how flushed and flustered he is and how adamant he is that you have to follow him to a discreet, quiet area, far from the public's eye.

you sink to your knees as soon as you're hidden together, pushing his kilt out of the way, his weeping dick perking out at you, ready to be sucked. you giggle as you begin to fist his lengthy dick, each stroke causing a groan to emit from johnny. he huffs and grunts as you finally wrap your soft lips around his shaft, your lipstick leaving stains along his dick, gazing up at him as he pushes your hair from your beautiful face.

he feels himself relaxing at the soothing sensation—the wetness of your mouth and throat—as you take him all the way down, massaging his balls gently in soothing circles. his eyes roll backwards through delectation and gratification, his chest rising and falling at the tightness of your lips around his girth, his tip already beginning to ooze thick loads of his milky cum. he can't help himself; he can't hold back. the sight leaves him heavy-lidded, exhausted, and delirious. his attempts at concealing his loud moans fruitless as they flow from his lips like a harmony, bucking against your face, his white load running down your throat.

god, you ruin him. you really do, bonnie...

[iliketangerines]

Can u do a part two of bi han obsessed with kuais wife where he acts on his thoughts?

not good enough

a/n: we back to grinding out four fics a day lads. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: bi han x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, slight bondage, cum marking

it was easier than he had expected, which was typical of his idiot brother, and Bi Han adjusted you over his shoulder as he made his way back to the Lin Kuei

he’s bringing you back to your rightful place, by his side at the Lin Kuei and not at that Shirai Ryu, some clan his brother was building after his betrayal

so typical of his brother to not watch you, to not guard you, Bi Han would be sure to keep you safe under his care

he locks you to the bed because he knows you still love his brother, he doesn’t understand why, but he knows that you do

and he knows you’ll fight tooth and nail to get back to him, and so he ties you down, your wrists and legs tied to the bedposts, spreading you wide

he cuts off your clothing with a shard of ice, and he wrinkles his nose at the disgusting yellow colors on you

you would look much better in blue, he knows it

you would look regal, elegant, like a god coming down from the night sky to bless mortals with your presence, and Bi Han nearly salivates at the thought of you dressed in Lin Kuei colors

he throws the clothes to the side, making a note to burn them later, and his eyes rove over your naked body, savoring the curves and the softness of your skin

it was much softer than his, hardened and scarred by training and battles, but you, you were untouched, never having entered into the training field

you weren’t one for fighting on his level, but he supposed that worked in his favor in this case, he wouldn’t have to struggle when you tried to escape

he wants to touch you, to hold you, to claim you as his after hearing so many nights between you and his brother, but he waits for you to wake up

because he wants you to remember when he claims you for himself, he wants you to remember him and how much better he is than his brother

it’s a long wait, waiting for the drugs to wear off enough, but eventually you come to, blearily blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling and pulling at the chains that hold you to the bed

Bi Han smiles as you realize the predicament you’re in, but you don’t thrash and fight as the drugs still make their way through your body

he towers over you, and you freeze, something flashing in your eyes as they widen in terror, and Bi Han crawls on the bed in between your spread legs

they try to squeeze and kick him away, but the movements are sluggish and slow, letting Bi Han easily push past them and his hips right against your pussy

he tells you that you’re home, that you’re finally with him, that he can finally show you how pathetic Kuai Liang truly is

you open your mouth defend your husband, but your tongue is still too heavy and fuzzy in your mouth as you try to speak

Bi Han doesn’t mind how the only sounds you can manage are groans, and he grinds his clothed cock into your bare pussy, rubbing the material against your clit

your breathing quickens just a miniscule amount, and your hips buck, only further grinding your clit into him

you’re so sweet and gentle like this, all tied up on his bed, Bi Han can’t stop staring at your neck, a fading hickey on the flesh

he feels a frown etch itself onto his face as he stares at the rude mark, and he leans in close to your neck to further inspect it

it’s lazy, sloppy, disgusting, and Bi Han latches his mouth over the spot, sucking his own hickey into the soft skin of your neck to replace it

he hears your strained groans and words, but he ignores your sounds to sink his teeth into your flesh, causing a choked whine to come out of you

Bi Han just smiles against your skin at the sound and continues to ravish your skin with his teeth, leaving his marks all around your skin

your neck, your collar bone, your chest

he squeezes at the fat of your chest, admiring the way it spills between his fingers, and he rubs his thumb over your nipples, feeling them harden underneath

smiling at this, Bi Han leans in and places his lips on yours, kissing you deeply and shoving his tongue into your mouth

you were so much sweeter than he thought, and it felt like bliss kissing you, your body against his and the small sounds coming from your throat

oh how he loves this, this feeling of you underneath him, this was perfect, this was how it was meant to be, you and him

he pulls away, staring at your swollen and spit-slicked lips, and he brings one of his hands down to rub at your clit while he plants a forearm by your head for balance

and, oh, you’re wet, he can feel the way your slick sticks to his fingers, and he brings it up to admire how it drips down his finger

your face is warm, and your head falls to the side to avoid the sight

Bi Han laughs at your reaction, oh you wanted this just as much as you wanted it, and he would certainly give you your pleasure

he pulls down his pants, grinding it against your pussy while his fingers dip back down to rub your clit in lazy circles

small little whimpers rise from your throat, and it’s a gorgeous sound that fills Bi Han’s ears and makes his head spin

he wants to hear more, needs to hear more, and he moves his fingers faster against your clit, grinding his hips further into yours for more friction

you’re whining, eyes closing as tears start to slip down your face, and he dips his head down to lick at your tears

they’re so sweet on his tongue, and he kisses you, swallowing the small sounds you make, and how delicious they are

you let out a loud keen, your back arching off the bed and pushing your stomach into his, and he realizes you’ve cum just on his fingers alone

he pulls away, smiling wide down at you, because he knew that you belonged with him, how he could so easily please you like this

his cock throbs in his pants, and Bi Han pants into the air, needing to feel you now, to fuck you, to mark you as his with his cum

he’ll have to wait to taste you properly, and Bi Han hurriedly undoes the belt on his pants and pulls them down, revealing his hardened cock

the tip is flush, darker than the length, and he swipes the thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum while slightly pumping himself

he then brings his thumb up, shoving his thumb into your mouth and pressing it against your tongue, watching your eyes go glassy at the action

by the gods, you really were perfect, made just for him

grinding into your pussy, he wets his cock with your slick just for a moment, the head catching on your clit and making you whine around Bi Han’s thumb

finally, finally he pulls back and pulls his thumb out of your mouth, a thin string of spit connecting the two, and he lines himself up and slowly pushes into you

the pained look on your face only sends blood rushing down, and Bi Han moans at the feeling of you clenching down on him and your hips bucking in an attempt to get away

he thrusts in until his hips are flush with yours, and he groans at the feeling of you fully surrounding him

you’re so warm, so wet, so soft and perfect, and he can hear your soft cries and whimpers for him to stop

but he knows you’re lying, he knows that you want this just as much as he does, because you’re his, crafted for him, perfect for him, his

his hips start their pace, starting slow but quickly moving into a brutal pace in a desperate need to cum in you, on you, whatever to show that you were his

Bi Han moans, low and guttural as he fucks into you, hand rubbing circles into your clit as fucks into you

he leans down to kiss your neck, biting you again, and the pleasure is all-consuming and overwhelming as he listens to the steady squelch of your pussy around him

you’re dripping onto the sheets, and your moans are small, your teeth digging into your bottom to lip to stop your sounds

he won’t have that

adjusting his hips, he thrusts in again and a loud moan escapes your mouth, and Bi Han smiles as he keeps his hips steady, his cock bullying your sweet spot

you’re crying, what a beautiful sight, and he watches as you cry and sob as you clench down on him and cum, back arching and eyes squeezing shut at the sensation

it’s enough to send him over the edge as well, pulling out of you and cumming on your stomach, his seed painting your skin like a canvas

he rubs your clit through your orgasm, letting you ride out your high, and he stares down at your skin, admiring the way it dripped onto you

you look so beautiful like this, so gorgeous, completely his

he kisses you on the lips, moaning into your mouth at the taste of you and his pre-cum from earlier

gods, he was going to love breaking you in

[httpvomitello]

Hi can I request rottmnt x femreader villain

But y/n is just silly and just takes things like a jock and she just steals stuff and returns after a week or soothing and she steals from the world's most potential save on a daily basis and just spray paint ‘LoL This is way too easy��� and she works with Offer villain but just jock around lack one time when the boys are sneaking in the foot clang base and going around y/n, just frow a knife next to their face and just said ‘ If you give me 20 dollars I won't tell anyone ‘ and is just soo smug about it as well

Sorry if it's long just I really love your writing and all of it just makes me smile when I read it

Hello, hello! Owwn, thank you for liking my writing. That makes me really happy! Hope you like it ~ ♡♡♡♡

Steal My Heart, Why Don’t You? *⁠.⁠✧

The Turtles were knee-deep in another mission, sneaking through the Foot’s latest hideout to retrieve a crucial artifact Shredder had been hoarding. The lights flickered above, the tension thick.

“Alright, everyone stick to the plan,” Raph whispered, his tone authoritative.

“Yeah, yeah...” Leo muttered, rolling his eyes.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the silence, just as a knife lodged itself into the wall near Leo’s head.

“Hey, Blue, nice reflexes,” Y/N said with a smug grin, stepping out of the shadows like she’d been there the whole time. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall like she owned the place.

Leo scowled, pulling the knife free. “Y/N.”

“Miss me?” she asked, her grin widening.

Mikey snickered. “Oooooh, Leo’s got a nemesis crush.”

Leo shot him a look. “Why are you here, Y/N?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, twirling another knife between her fingers. “But I’ll make you a deal. Give me twenty bucks, and I won’t rat you out.”

Raph groaned. “You gotta be kidding me.”

Y/N shrugged. “Your call, boys.”

Leo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. She always had a way of turning the situation into a joke. And worse? She was good at it. Begrudgingly, he fished out a crumpled twenty from his belt pouch and handed it to her.

“Pleasure doing business,” she said, tucking the cash into her pocket. “By the way, you’re going the wrong way. The artifact’s in the east wing.”

Leo blinked. “How do you—”

“Later, Blue,” Y/N said, tossing a lazy salute as she disappeared down the corridor.

Y/N wasn’t just a wild card; she was an entire deck shuffled out of order. She didn’t fight for Shredder’s cause. She fought for the sheer fun of it, making a game out of everything she did.

Just last week, she’d stolen a highly classified device from the Foot Clan’s own vault, only to return it a week later with a sticky note attached: “Too easy. Try harder next time :)”.

Shredder wasn’t pleased.

The next time the Turtles encountered her, she was lounging on top of the artifact they were supposed to retrieve, eating a granola bar.

“Hey, guys,” she said, waving nonchalantly.

“Y/N, move,” Leo said, his patience thinning.

“Relax, Blue,” she replied, taking another bite. “You’ll give yourself a wrinkle.”

“You’re gonna get caught one day,” Leo warned, stepping closer.

Y/N smirked. “Then what? You gonna come rescue me?”

Leo sighed. “Why are you even with the Foot Clan? You don’t take any of this seriously.”

“That’s the point, Leo,” she said, hopping down from the artifact. “Life’s too short to be all serious like you. Gotta have some fun.”

“Fun’s gonna get you in trouble,” he said.

Deep down, Leo knew he was saying similar things that Raph would say too, but Y/N could get on his nerves on that level. Even though he would never admit it out loud.

Y/N leaned in closer, her eyes locked on his. “Maybe I like a little trouble.”

Leo’s face heated. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re predictable,” she shot back with a wink.

The Turtles were on a mission, sneaking through the Foot Clan’s latest hideout to retrieve a stolen weapon. As usual, Raph took point, leading the way.

“Let’s make this quick,” he said. “The sooner we’re outta here, the better.”

The team moved like shadows, avoiding patrols, until they reached a dimly lit corridor. Just as Raph was about to signal for Donnie to disable the next set of lasers, a knife whizzed past his head, embedding itself in the wall with a solid thunk.

“Geez, Raph, you flinch like a rookie,” a familiar voice drawled.

Raph’s eyes narrowed as Y/N stepped out from the shadows, her signature smug grin plastered across her face.

“Y/N,” Raph grunted, gripping his sais. “What do you want?”

She crossed her arms, leaning casually against the wall. “Relax, big guy. I’m not here to fight.” She tossed a second knife in the air, catching it effortlessly. “But if you want to make this interesting, how about a deal? Twenty bucks, and I pretend I didn’t see you.”

Mikey burst out laughing. “Bro, she’s hustling you!”

Raph clenched his teeth. “Why do you always gotta show up when we’re workin’?”

“Because it’s fun,” Y/N said with a shrug. “And you’re all so serious. Lighten up, Raph.”

“I ain’t paying you a dime,” he shot back.

Y/N sighed dramatically, as if truly disappointed. “Suit yourself. But if I yell ‘Intruder!’ right now, you’ll have to explain yourself to about twenty Foot Soldiers.”

Raph stepped closer, towering over her. “You’re really pushin’ it, Y/N.”

She didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. Instead, she smirked wider. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Raph’s face turned red—whether from anger or something else, he couldn’t say.

Leo laugh. “Just give her the twenty so we can move on.”

Grumbling under his breath, Raph handed her the money.

Y/N grinned, tucking it into her pocket. “Pleasure doing business, boys.” She winked at Raph before slipping back into the shadows.

For weeks, Raph couldn’t get her out of his head. Every time the Turtles ran into her, she made it her mission to get under his skin. Whether it was sneaking up on him during missions or cracking jokes mid-fight, Y/N always found a way to mess with him.

And the worst part? She was good at it.

One night, the Turtles were patrolling the city when they spotted her perched on a rooftop, casually tossing a priceless artifact between her hands.

“Y/N!” Raph barked, leaping onto the roof.

“Hey, Red,” she said, unbothered by his sudden appearance. “Miss me?”

“Give it back,” Raph demanded, pointing to the artifact.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What, this old thing?” She tossed it to him without hesitation. “I was gonna return it tomorrow. Thought I’d give the museum a little excitement first.”

Raph caught the artifact, glaring at her. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game, hangin’ around the Foot.”

She shrugged. “Danger’s part of the fun.”

“You know it's not worth it,” Raph shot back, his voice softer.

Y/N smirked, stepping closer. “Aww, you care about me, don’t you, Raphie?”

Raph’s eyes widened. “What? No! I—”

She poked his chest with her finger. “Relax, tough guy. I can handle myself.”

Raph looked away, feeling a little shy. “You irritate me!”

“And you like it,” she teased, giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking away.

The Turtles were in the middle of infiltrating a high-tech Foot Clan facility. Donnie had spent weeks preparing for this mission, hacking into security systems and designing gadgets specifically for the job.

“Alright,” he whispered, tapping furiously on his tablet. “Lasers deactivated, cameras looped. We’re in the clear.”

“Nice work, Donnie,” Leo said, giving him a nod.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s move,” Raph said, looking around.

Just as they were about to advance, the facility’s alarm system blared to life.

“What the—” Donnie frantically checked his tablet. “That’s impossible! I disabled the system!”

“Not impossible,” a familiar voice chimed in.

The Turtles turned to see Y/N lounging on a control panel, her legs swinging casually as she twirled a USB drive between her fingers.

“Miss me, Donnie?” she teased, her grin as smug as ever.

Donnie’s eye twitched. “Y/N. What did you do?”

“Just a little override,” she said, holding up the USB. “You’re good, Don, but you’re not me good.”

Donnie’s hands clenched around his bo staff. “Do you have any idea how much work went into this operation?”

“Oh, I do,” Y/N said, hopping down from the panel. “That’s why I couldn’t resist messing with you.” She tossed the USB to him. “Here. I turned off the backup alarms. You’re welcome.”

Donnie caught the drive, glaring at her. “Why? Why help us?”

“Because it’s fun,” she said with a shrug. “And I like seeing you all flustered. It’s cute.”

Donnie groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

“Thank you, love!” Y/N shot back with a wink.

After that night, Y/N seemed to pop up at the most inconvenient times, always one step ahead of Donnie’s carefully laid plans. She’d sabotage Foot Clan operations, only to help the Turtles in her own chaotic way.

It drove Donnie crazy.

One night, he decided to confront her. He tracked her signal to a rooftop where she was tinkering with a stolen piece of tech.

“Y/N,” Donnie called out, his voice sharp.

She looked up, unfazed. “Well, well. If it isn’t my favorite genius.”

Donnie crossed his arms. “Why do you keep interfering? What’s your angle?”

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm... because it’s fun? Because I’m bored? Or maybe...” She stepped closer, smirking. “I just like getting under your shell.”

Donnie’s cheeks flushed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re adorable,” she countered, poking his chest. “All serious and focused. Lighten up, Don.”

Donnie huffed, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat. “You’re going to get yourself killed, messing around like this.”

“Then maybe you should keep an eye on me,” Y/N teased.

Mikey brought up the rear, humming quietly to himself, when he suddenly froze.

A flash of movement caught his eye, followed by a familiar voice.

“Hey, Orange, you look lost,” Y/N said, stepping out from behind a stack of crates.

Mikey’s face lit up. “Y/N! What’s up, dudette?”

“Not much,” she said with a shrug. “Just thought I’d see how my favorite turtle was doing.”

“Favorite? For real?” Mikey grinned, leaning on his nunchucks. “You’ve got good taste.”

Y/N smirked. “Don’t let it go to your head, Mikey.”

Just then, Raph’s voice came through Mikey’s earpiece. “Mikey, focus. We’ve got a mission.”

“Uh, yeah, about that,” Mikey said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y/N’s here.”

“Great,” Donnie groaned. “She’s going to blow our cover.”

Y/N held up her hands in mock innocence. “Relax, I’m not here to snitch. In fact...” She pulled out a small gadget. “I already disabled the cameras for you. You’re welcome.”

Mikey’s eyes widened. “Whoa, you’re like, our guardian angel!”

Y/N laughed. “More like your mischievous fairy godmother.”

* * * *

After that encounter, Y/N started showing up more often. Whether it was mid-mission or during a random patrol, she always seemed to find Mikey.

One night, the two of them crossed paths on a rooftop. Y/N was balancing on the edge, juggling stolen jewels like they were tennis balls.

“Nice moves!” Mikey called out, joining her.

“Thanks,” Y/N said, tossing him one of the jewels. “Catch!”

Mikey caught it easily, tossing it back. “You know, you’re pretty awesome for a ‘villain.’”

Y/N chuckled. “And you’re pretty chill for a ‘hero.’”

Mikey was fascinated by her carefree attitude, and Y/N couldn’t help but be charmed by him.

“You ever think about leaving the Foot Clan?” Mikey asked, leaning back on his hands.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “And do what? Join you guys?”

“Why not?” Mikey grinned. “You’d fit right in. Plus, we’ve got pizza.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Tempting, but I’m not exactly the team-player type.”

Mikey shrugged. “Doesn’t mean you can’t change.”

Y/N gave him a thoughtful look. “Maybe. But for now, I like keeping you on your toes.”

[simpforboys]

PILLOWTALK

jake sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: you and jake mate… that’s basically it (like this is fr just smut)

warnings: smut, jake’s filthy mouth, praise/degradation kink, oral (m + f receiving), 69 position, ass slapping, cock warming

i’m having jake brainrot recently and i think i just ultimately need to sit on his face so (also i made the gif :3)

his hands were everywhere.

everywhere they could go, they were there. the feeling was erotic as you bit your lip, feeling his own lips trail down to your neck.

“jake-“ you gasped out, slightly pushing his shoulders back to recollect him. breathlessly, his lust-filled eyes blinked at you.

quickly, you grabbed your queue and held it up. the man soon got the hint and grabbed his own, both of you making tsaheylu.

the feeling made his ears falter as he closed his eyes, arousal pooling on your loincloth as he let out a small whimper.

“we are mated for life, ma jake.”

your words flicked a switch inside of him, a primal one to mark you as his to the whole clan.

his hands grabbed at your thighs, pulling you into his lap as he was desperate to touch you, to please you.

your hips directly on his, you could feel something poking your clit. your heart skipped a beat as your breath hitched, nails digging into his muscled biceps.

“i need you so bad, please-“ you pleaded. the affection and intimacy was all foreign, a feeling you’ve craved for a long time.

you heard jake swear under his breath, placing his hands on your butt as he laid down, flipping you around so your ass was above his face.

you gasped from the sudden movement, both your tails wagging in anticipation and excitement.

you felt his hands untie your loincloth, exposing your dripping cunt. he watched your clit throb, making him swear out, “fucking hell, y/n.”

his voice was raspy as you untied his own cloth, his fat, lengthy cock springing out. you hadn’t noticed your mouth started watering, too awed by the sight of his member.

“come on, baby.” jake said, wrapping his arms around your ass and pushing you onto his mouth. his hold was firm, letting you know you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.

you purred out, feeling his tongue lap at your clit. in return, you placed your hand on the base of his blue cock. big purple veins coerced through his cock, and you anticipated feeling his cum down your throat.

you placed your mouth around his mushroom tip, feeling the pre cum ooze out. you watched his balls tense up as you moved to fondle them, his hips bucking as you took him further into your mouth.

you were pleasing him so well, jake decided to turn it into a competition. he sucked harshly on your clit, humming to cause a vibration. you moaned around his cock, rocking your hips subconsciously.

“that’s a good girl, bounce that pretty ass on my face.” jake said, using his large palm to slap your right cheek.

the fire-y sensation caused you to clench around nothing. while jake saw your clench, he stuck his middle and pointer finger inside the soaked hole.

you mewled at his touch, lowering your head until your nose touched his balls. you felt him twitch as hot cum sprayed in your mouth, making you gag from the unexpected liquid.

jake hadn’t had a blowjob in years, as earth was dying and he was shipped off to pandora. he didn’t want to cum that fast, but the way your tight throat felt, he couldn’t help it.

you smirked as you took your lips off his cock, continuing to jerk the base as more cum spurt out. “oh, fuck…”

the focus of getting him off was soon gone, causing you to relish the feelings he was making you feel.

you gripped his thighs, leaning up as you rode his face. he continued to hum on your clit, using his fingers to fuck into you quick.

“oh great mother,” you cursed. your vision became starry as the bright pinks, purples, and blues soon blurred into one as you came on his face.

you weren’t aware of your shaking legs as you used your mate for support, feeling him slurp up your cum.

“my fucking slut, did i say you can come?” jake asked, slapping your ass once more.

“no, ma jake-“ you breathed out, feeling him slip out from under you. you collapsed onto the ground, your back hitting the grass.

jake’s muscled frame was illuminated by the tree of voices, his hair a mess as his queue was still connected with yours.

your pussy seemed to come alive once more at the sight of his body, looking like eywa sculpted it herself.

“please, ma jake, i need you.”

“need me where?” he teased, pumping his throbbing cock. his bright yellow eyes roamed your body, taking everything like he was studying a map.

“please! jake i need you to fuck me,” in any other setting, you would be ashamed to be begging so hard for a man.

but the way your pussy ached attention and the way your mate smirked at you, you couldn’t care less.

“‘atta girl.” jake purred, guiding his cock into your pussy. you both gasped from the feeling, and you clenched around him as he whimpered in your ear.

“such a warm little pussy- if i knew this is what you felt like-“

the man didn’t get to finish as you were tired of the slowness of his hips. you began fucking back up into him, craving his cock deep in your cervix.

“does my whore want my cock that badly? what a desperate fucking thing.” he almost laughed at your eagerness, but his ears twitched as you moaned his name.

heat formed in his stomach as he fucked you quickly, his hips snapping against your thighs.

“right there, ma jake,” you breathed out. your hands grabbed his flexing biceps as you realize his head was down, watching where your two bodies became one.

his cock perfectly pounded against your g spot, causing your tail to wrap around his thigh to try and get him deeper.

“you’re so needy,” he said in your ear, an underlying purr in his voice.

“my mate fucks me too good.” you said in a hushed voice. you didn’t fail to see the smirk that tugged on his lips from your words.

“who’s pussy does this belong to? hmm?” he continued to tempt you, loving the way you clenched around his thick cock.

you wrongfully said nothing, too deep in euphoria as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

jake let out a small growl, pulling out of your pussy. your eyes snapped open at the loss of contact.

“i asked you a question, pretty girl.”

“you, jake.”

“say it again.” he said harshly, shoving back deep into you. you moaned loudly, staring into his predatory eyes.

“my pussy belongs to you, jake!” you moaned out, feeling him rub your clit. your legs shook as they wrapped around his hips, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“never fucking forget who you belong to, whore.” he spat in your ear.

the pleasure was making the knot in your lower stomach want to explode. you were completely ruined for him, exactly how he wanted you to be.

“can i cum? please-“ you asked, a whine in your pretty voice.

“hmmm… no.”

you growled at his answer, eyes snapping open to which he let out a breathy chuckle at.

“please, ma jake. i need to cum on your cock.”

jake slapped your ass again, feeling his cock twitch and balls tighten.

“come on, baby. cum on this dick.”

your body shook as a powerful orgasm consumed you, making you out of it for fifteen seconds.

jake whimpered softly at the convulsing, his own cum spurting into your cervix. his hips were pressed firmly to your thighs, staying there as you milked his cock for all he was worth.

jake leaned over, pushing your hair out of your face as he pressed kisses to your lips.

“such a good girl, y/n. my good girl.”

you breathed out deeply, feeling him trap your body as he laid on your chest. his hard cock was still in you, but you were much too tired to care.

“i love you, ma jake.”

“i love you, y/n.”

you felt him kiss the space between your breasts, and soft purrs were heard shortly after as he fell asleep. his strong arms were wrapped around your body, not ever wanting to let you go.

you stared up at the tree of voices for a minute, silently thanking eywa for bringing this man to you.

never would you believe that you would fall for a dream walker, but jake was different. and as you closed your eyes, taking in the moment one more time, you wouldn’t have chosen anyone else after jake. he was your mate, your other half.

[slut4vash]

Powerless.

warnings 18+: sub!aonung, dubcon, bondage, dacryphilia, handjob, blowjob, slight brat-taming, overstimulation

Aonung's eyes fluttered closed as you ran your fingers over his now restrained thighs. Your nails grazing the muscular appendage, admiring how you had him wrapped up and spread open beneath you.

Initially you thought he came to steal your harvest but when you realized that it was none other than the soon to be Oloeleyktan you had already subdued him.

Staring into each other's eyes in the dark, you could just about make out a sly smirk he had on his face.

"Are you done playing around now? Let me go." Aonung struggled against the vines as he enunciated his words.

"Isn't it funny that the potential leader of our clan is lying beneath me, powerless." You snapped back, a grin slapped across your face.

You saw his loincloth twitch slightly as you spoke, seemingly pulsing with every word. The smirk faded into an embarrassed blush as he realized that his body was betraying him.

"Can't you just let me go now?" He almost yelled in a mix of frustration and embarrassment. His head flung back as if to shield his face from your searching eyes.

"Oh poor thing," You teased, "Does the prince get all hot and bothered when girls are rough with him?" You giggled through your hands as you got down on your knees between his legs.

His loincloth was now forming a wet spot as his clothed dick strained against the fabric. Aonung's eyes were glued onto you as you teasingly rubbed his thighs, moving up slightly with each pass until you were slowly palming his pitifully hard leaking cock.

His breathing became deeper and his mouth formed a perfect 'o' as he slightly bucked his hips up, whining at the loss of sensation as you pulled your hand away.

"W-why stop? Keep going skxawng," He gritted through his teeth, trying to gain some control.

"You should untie me so I can show you what being rough is-"

He got cut off in his tracks, his next words fading into a soft whimper as you softly kissed the part of his thigh right before his loincloth. Hips leaning into you as much as the vine allowed as you send blood rushing directly to his weeping dick. Pulling away from his thigh with a pop after you reduce the hot-headed prince to a horny mess.

"Are you ready to behave now? You're sexier when you can't talk," You whisper as you return to teasing around his most sensitive area, ignoring his dick.

"F-fine." He whined, almost angrily.

Humming in approval, you swiftly untied his loincloth and his cock sprung free, falling onto his toned stomach with a wet slap causing Aonung's breath to get caught in his throat. He was so sensitive, probably because he was a goodie-two-shoes... and a virgin.

You admired his sizeable length as your hand clasped around his dick and started pumping in a steady pace. His light blue cock, veiny and twitching in your hands, providing lubrication jus by how much precum he was leaking.

"Ohh- Fuck.. please-" He almost silently uttered. Falling into submission as he let himself go beneath you. Bucking up into your hands as he moaned and whimpered with every stroke.

"So messy for me," You breathed onto his dick, slapping it against your tongue just to see Aonung's reaction. He whined loudly at the sight, rolling his hips as cum spilled out of his raging cock, muscles tensing beneath the vines.

"A-Ahh... Wai- wait a second I'm still, ngh-" He mindlessly moaned as you milked his length for all he was worth, tears prickling around the corners of his eyes as the last of his cum ran down his length.

"M' not done with you Nung'. Keep going for me, yeah?" You almost condescendingly muttered to him. Hands still sliding up and down his still-hard dick. His once light pink tip now engorged and slightly darker and fatter.

Your tongue slid against the veins under his cock, sliding across the ridges and at that moment Aonung thought you were going to be the death of him. All he could do was shake and be fully overcome with pleasure as the tears ran down his flushed face.

"Can't.. I can't do it again," He groaned as he tried to wriggle out of your touch.

"One more for me baby, I know you can do it," You soothed him slightly, caressing his thigh for comfort.

He felt another orgasm drawing near as his vision began to white-out. Drool spilling from his open lips as his tongue lolled outwards. It was a sight to behold and you burned the visual of 'big, bad Aonung' completely slutted out underneath you.

As you took his tip into your mouth and sucked slightly, the coil that was tightening in his stomach released and he fucked up into your throat, sending his cum deep into you.

Tears streaming down his face, his eyes rolled into his head as his body betrayed him, consuming him with full pleasure and shaking him to his core. He had never felt so satisfied in his life and he needed to get more of it soon.

Aonung lazily humped into your mouth, riding out his orgasm as you swallowed around his cock, feeling it soften as you drained him once more.

smut writing begins lolz. inspiration taken from these lovely people: @wettvagina @cabragargantachatz

[brewed-pangolin]

tattoo artist Soap (and also that other anon about choking Soap) is giving me major brain rot. Cannot stop thinking of this fucker’s neck now. Neck tattoo? Neck tattoo that looks so fucking pretty under your hands

Listen, sweet anon. Tattoo artist Soap is already running a mock around in my brain, and I can't handle it. Joining with the ranks of Gym Rat Soap, and I'm just over here trying to maintain my sanity while these two barrage me with endless thirsty thoughts.

Send help

Nsfw below the cut.

cw dom/sub. two consenting adults

And as for that neck tattoo, I picture him having some ornately detailed art that carries the embodiment of his heritage. Something like the Scottish royal banner intertwined with the crest of the MacTavish Clan. All flowing together with the red and blue stitched colors of his family's tartan.

And it does look so pretty underneath your delicate hands. Nimble fingers wrapping around his thick neck, following the outer lines torn twisted fabric along his flesh as you grind oh so glacially along his hips. His stiffened cock filling you to the brim, feeling him pulse within your walls as you clench around him, pulling the most delicious whines from his lips as he begs for you to fuck him faster.

-

"Fuck- c'mon, bonnie. Faster. Fuck me faster." His pleading growl vibrates against the tips of your fingers as you continually deny him the pleasure of bouncing on his cock.

"Oh no, Johnny. Not yet," you purred. Tightening your grip around his flesh, his muscles becoming taut beneath your grasp as he lengthens his neck and arches his back.

An unearthly moan bellowing from between his parted lips. Clenching his eyes, his thick fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he desperately tries to buck and force you into a faster pace.

You clench your fingers around him, digging your nails into his neck and push your weight down on his hips.

"Not. Yet," you scold. The reprimand in your voice filling you with the confidence you desired as you tightened the needy walls of your cunt around him.

"You haven't earned me bouncing on your cock yet," your bickering tone softened as you released the vice like grip around his neck. "Patience, Johnny. I'll give you what you need."

You pulled your hands away and placed them on the muscular plateau of his chest. Undulating your weight, rocking between your hips and hands as you curled a cruel smile down at your Scottish conquest.

"Say it, Johnny. You gonna be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The whimper in his voice nearly made you come right then and there. Eyes rolling back, walls fluttering around him as you steadily picked up your pace and moved up and down along his thickened cock.

Drabbles Masterlist

[poemnic-tarot]

What Types of Beauty Are You?

(Disclaimer : This is a general reading please only take what resonate. For entertainment purposes only)

Pile 1 -2

Pile 3 -4

⭐️ 🎐 🤍 🌙 You Are Loved 🌙 🎐 🤍 ⭐️

Pile 1🪐

Collage: Just to give you an idea of your beauty type energy

Characters : Erwin Smith (regardless of gender focusing more on the quality of the character)

Colour Palette : Carmine and Royal blue

Animal : Buck

Flower : Iris

Key words: Decisive, Leadership, Firm and Responsible

(your one is shorter than the rest I apologize for that, or your beauty just cannot be describes in words)

"Treat yourself like how you want your parent to treat you"

Pile 1, your Beauty is in your self preservation. How mentally strong you are. How focused and concentrated you are on your goals and what you want. You have an air of Authority, Serenity, no-nonsense type. Regal in your stance literally and metaphorically.

Your Beauty shine most when you make a decision. When you made a difficult decision, it was a difficult decision because the ones for the highest good of all usually are. The one where leaders need to make and it's delicate because there's so much at stake, because there are so much to lose if you made the wrong decision. But you do it anyway with confidence and stood by it, no matter the outcome. You are not afraid of accountability and that’s the most beautiful aspect about you.

You are beautiful in your work ethic, hard working personality and discerning quality. No one is as cut throat as you Pile 1. There will be no bullshit in your present. Not even from yourself. And that's scary to people but they can't helped but admired that.It’s really inspiring to be able to stand up for yourself and others.

You are a beauty that screamed Self-love and Protection. You will alway stand up for injustice, for yourself or others. Protect what's precious to you at all cost. No one shall cross the line at your presence, and the line is called boundary and respect. And they won't cross that line Pile 1, you will make sure of it. The affect you have on people is beauty it self. They would willingly bow down and let you give them your verdict. You treat other fairly, because you cultivated that within first.

You are beautiful when you wielded your mighty sword and declared that "no lies shall surpass". Your beauty has been witnessed in Kings/Queens, Rulers of kingdom, leaders of clans. And your beauty lies in how you exercise your personal power (authority) as a protective shield for those vulnerable, or a wise advice for those who are lost. Your mind is the most beautiful part of you. Your peace of mind is your most precious valuable. How you treat yourself/others, see the world, and accept reality for what they are. Seeking the truth at the cost of comfortability, strong enough to forgive and focused on the things that are more important. Your beauty itself, Pile 1, has rules multiple kingdoms and make it thrived.

Poems: Magician by @cant-find-my-name

You're golden, you're golden

Feather tethered of a phoenix wings

Glowing aura of rainbow light

Shining from within,

When death take charge

To meet new life begins

Where Angel are willing to commit the biggest

Sins

Your pomegranate cloak

Royal mantle

A flower crown

To the power title

You were born to lead

To herd the sheeps

With your natural wands

Where illusion reigns

You are what the Destiny in need

Song: Butterflies by Kacey Musgraves

Now you're liftin' me up, 'stead of holdin' me down Stealin' my heart, 'stead of stealin' my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud nine was always out of reach Now I remember what it feels like to fly You give me butterflies

Kiss full of color, makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis

And I came out new All because of you

⭐️ 🎐 🤍 🌙 You Are Loved 🌙 🎐 🤍 ⭐️

Pile 2🍉

Collage: Just to give you an idea of your beauty type energy

Characters : Moana (regardless of gender focusing more on the quality of the character)

Colour Palette : Aztec Gold and Turquoise

Animal : Blue whale

Flower : Plumeria

Key words: Revolutionary, Unique, Brave, Bold

"I haven't met all of me yet"

Pile 2, your Beauty lies in your Acceptance. Your acceptance of your Root, your origin, people’s origin, where you came from and honouring your family lineage, instead of running from it. You accept this aspect of you and still seeking to changed some part for the better. Pile 2 you know that in order to changed anything, first we must accept it for what it is.

Your Beauty lies in how you ended your ancestry karma, specifically, in the feminine side. How you single handedly overcome generations after generation of pain, lost, oppressions and grief. It all ended with you. Your beauty lies in how you are convicted to see the end of this karmic cycles that ran amog your families lines for ages. ‘It been long enough’ you said, 'I will end this with me’ you declared. And it will end.

Pile 2, Your ancestors see your beauty, it's radiated from your soul and they want to thank you for your hard work. Your beauty shine in how you go against the grains, stood up against toxic traditions, toxic family dynamic patterns. You vowed, no more, and has changed and will continue to changed your family line for the better. Pile 2, Your don't know how beautiful and Brave that is, how beautiful and brave you are.

It wasn't without sacrificed and suffering on your part. Pile 2, you knew exactly what it has cost you to break generation of pain and you still went for it. It wasn't easy, in fact, it was the most difficult thing anyone can do in this lifetime. That is why it took you several lifetimes to accomplished your goals. It took you several lifetimes to do this, that how much you are dedicated to your loved ones, and that is beauty in it self.

That is how beautiful you are pile 2. You never give up, you stood your ground and stand up for what's important to you. Your values, your love, gentleness, UNCONDITIONAL love. You are grounded in what needed to be done, whereas a lot of people would ignored or even play into the toxic dynamics pattern, because they don't want to be outcasted. Pile 2, your beauty lies in your authenticity, true connection base on unconditional love, mutual respect and healthy boundaries and harmony. In a way, these are your deepest values and what you want to bring forth in all of your connections. Pile 2, you will never stand for conflict, resentment, and more pain. You will do anything within your power and take it upon yourself to clear that dense, negative energy from your life. You are the one who is brave enough to stand up to the toxic structures and question, why do we want to continue hurting others and ourselves?, what can we do to bring more harmony and peace into each other lives?.

Pile 2, you go on to do all those things in a gentle, loving manner with compassion and understanding. You don't come in like a wrecking ball and wreck it all down. Just because we want to build a new root/tower, doesn't mean we need to do it in the most destructive way. No, Pile 2 your beauty lies in your patient, how you would take down the tower piece by loving piece. Understand each brick and why it was there and does it align with your values?. If not, then, we removed it. Your beauty lies in how you alchemised pain into renewal. You would do it no matter how long it takes, no matter how many lifetimes. That's how beautiful your soul is pile 2.

You know what you are doing is important pile 2, and it is. Your love and dedication towards your family (alive ones and the ones before that) is the most beautiful things about you. How you honour them, understand them, and how you want to heal yourself (and indirectly heals them too, cause you understood generational karma)

The type of Beauty you are Pile 2 is witnessed in how your beautiful heart can changed your lineage line towards prosperity, abundance in every sense, towards true harmony and more love. You would alway rise above, like the Phoenix from the ashes, you would rise up again and again to finish what you started.

Poem: Guiding Light by @cant-find-my-name

Walk with me

Take my hand

I'll guide you to where I am

Passing hidden memories

The illusion that drown out the

Objectivity

I'll replay it back to you

And showed you the

Objective truth

So walk with me

It wasn't how it was

And still could be

What it could have been

Not to late to see

And opened up your heart

It's not too late to be vulnerable

It's the right time to start

Song: I'm still here by Jim Theme

And how can the world want me to change? They're the ones that stay the same They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

And you see the things they never see All you wanted I could be Now you know me and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me as long as I know who I am

(An animation called Treasure Planet I highly recommend you watch it Pile 2 and give this song a listen to as well)

⭐️ 🎐 🤍 🌙 You Are Loved 🌙 🎐 🤍 ⭐️

Pile 3🌺

Collage: Just to give you an idea of your beauty type energy

Characters : Mulan (regardless of gender focusing more on the quality of the character)

Colour Palette : Emerald and Chinese Ink

Animal : Dragon fly or a dragon

Flower : Purple lotus

Key words: Masculinity, Reliability, Stable, Protector

“It’s okay that you’re not who you thought you would be”

Pile 3, your beauty lies in your inner stability. It lies in how you know yourself, sure of who you are, what you stand for, your moral your values, your integrity. You are a steady pillar for people to relied on. When all is lost and no one know what's going on, Pile 3, you would step up and tell people what to focus on and why they need to keep going. Not in a domineering way but in an inspirational way. You are the guardian, the protector,the reliable father energy that most of us never have.

Your beauty can be seen in this metaphor scenes, An immense storm passed by and on it way it uprooted every trees, everything in it path got destroyed except for one. And that one tree is you pile 3. This tree stood tall and grounded, the root is too deep to be carry away with the wind, no matter how strong that wind is. That is your beauty Pile 3, you are an immovable force, a high wall that no one dare to breach.

Because behind that impenetrable wall is what you are protecting. Whatever that is, your dreams/goals, family, values, moral, inner child, the list goes on. Pile 3, you would protect it at all cost. Your beauty lies in how you know what to protect, you would stand guard at the front line with your fearlessness and your skills, no one shall defeat or shake you. Whether it is the outside circumstance beyond your control, the situation you find yourself in, the people who doesn't have your best interest. In fact, Pile 3, you often find you in a 'dangerous' situation'. Dangerous meaning situations, people, places that often would threatens what's important to you, whether it your moral, values, goals and dreams, telling you to settle, and tempting you to go against your value, your integrity. Trying to change who you are, trying to take what is yours. Tempting you to stray from your path or your goals. E.g. baiting you to drink alcohol when they know you don't drink. Not respecting your values. Something like this, the list goes on, people just want to try to break you pile 3, for what ever reason.

Your beauty lies in how you stand firm and stood your ground. Society, even your family? would point a finger at you to tell you ,’this is who you are’ but pile 3, you are so beautiful in how you don't just accept that, you would go, no, that is not who I am, that just the person you want me to be, which is not me. This is me and go on to show them who you are. People want to paint you as a fool but deep down Pile 3, you are a king/Queen and you know that.

You are beautiful in your healthy masculine energy (regardless of gender). You are a go getter, an achiever, you will find a way to get to where you want to go in life, no matter the weather. But one thing you will never do is compromising your moral/values/integrity. Because you know that those things make you who you are at the core. And pile 3, you know that if you lose those things, in a way, you have lost yourself. That is why it is very important to you not to compromise your core values. e.g. not cutting corners just to get ahead. A decision on something like this in a way, will changed who you are forever.

What is more beautiful about you is that Pile 3, you are not perfect by any means and you embraced that, nor are you so strict in life that it become dull. Your beauty lies in how you understand yourself more than most pile 3, and embrace your shortcoming. You accepted things or situations that you can't control, and let it be. Even though you have such a stable beauty/energy, it is not rigid by any means. Your beauty lies in when you know what you can compromise on and what you would never do. No one can stop you when you decided to do something Pile 3, and they shouldn't try either or else. They will find themselves unaware that suddenly, they had become one of your supporter and admirers. You just have that affect on people Pile,3 that is the type of beauty you are.

Poem: Strength @cant-find-my-name

They couldn't have been more wrong

They underestimated my strength

They thought I wasn't strong

But as hurricane came hurling in

And storm blown passed

Everything got destroyed

Everything crushed, in it path

However, when all was dark

And everyone was down

The only person remains was I

The one they thought won't last

I had stood my ground

Song: Radio by Lana Del Rey

Not even they can stop me now Boy, I'll be flying overhead Their heavy words can't bring me down Boy, I've been raised from the dead

No one even knows how hard life was I don't even think about it now because I finally found you Oh, sing it to me

⭐️ 🎐 🤍 🌙 You Are Loved 🌙 🎐 🤍 ⭐️

Pile 4🌈

Collage: Just to give you an idea of your beauty type energy

Characters : Aladdin (regardless of gender focusing more on the quality of the character)

Colour Palette : Aubergine and orange

Animal : Horse

Flower : Hibiscus

Key words: Free spirit, Generous, Self-focus, Expansive

"You deserve someone who is terrified to lose you"

Pile 4, your Beauty lies in how, there are no terrains you won't explore, there are no wisdom/knowledge you would not seek. And there are no topics you would not learn, there are no stone on this earth (or even outside of it) you would not upturn.

Your beauty lies in your hunger for life, for true freedom, freedom of mind and spirit, hunger for adventures and exploration, for knowledge. You should know Pile 4, that you bring so much to the table. Sometime or most times, it's not as obvious what you bring but the people with a higher perspective would be able to comprehend how much it is that you bring. It is a blessing alone Pile 4, just to be in your presence, your energy field. Your beauty lies in your energy, that is what you bring to the table Pile 4, and no one can compared. You have so much to offer to the world, the people around you, people who come into contact with you and get to know you, their life is changed forever.

You are so generous, so kind, so unconditional loving. You see every living being as an equal and accept people for what they are, but you don't limit them to who they can be. Just like how you see yourself, Pile 4, you can see so many possibilities, infinite possibilities. There are so many new things to discover, so many places to travel, so many people to meet and get to know, so many new culture to learn from and new scenery to see. You love these things Pile 4, different food, culture, languages. The world have much to offer you, in terms of who you can be and where you can go (infinite possibilities). And Pile 4, you cannot wait to explore them all. You are limitless and you know that pile 4, that is what make you so beautiful.

You don't settle for normality or the ordinary, the conventional, the stifling of routine. You don't look down on them or anything, it just not compatible with you. You crave excitement in your life and you took it upon yourself to create it.

Your beauty lies in how you listen to your intuition and instinct. You go where it tell you to go, where you are called. You don't question it, you listened, to your heart, your desires, your spirit teams, your soul. That's harder to do then people think because sometimes there so much resistance in the 3D that will go against your intuition. And we can perceived ourselves as stuck to one place, one life, one place forever. But Pile 4, you know better, your beauty lies in how you helped people feel unstuck in life.You helped them expand their world view, you somehow able to show them the world through your eyes, and the infinite possibilities you see. ( I'm getting A whole new world by which you are Aladdin and the people you met is Jasmine) You are brave enough to go into the unknown, explore the places where people are not even dare to step into(physically and metaphorically). They might be scare or think that they are not worthy to go where they want to be, but Pile 4, your beauty knows no bound. You are inherently worthy, as a living being, you go by this philosophy, that is why anywhere you go or any room you step into, you rest in the knowledge that you belonged. Pile 4, you see everyone as an equal no matter the status, hierarchy, or ranks. Because you see people as a soul, into their soul, we are all just a soul.

Your beauty lies in how you see the world as your playground to play in. The world is your oyster might be your catch phrase. Your spirit is free, even when the world is shit sometimes, you can count on yourself to rise above it. Your enthusiasm for life is so strong it's contagious. That how beautiful you are, never dimmed your light or your energy. Your energy alone can raise the frequency of a room. Remember that.

Poems: STARS by @cant-find-my-name

We all have dreams

Trying to reach the stars

But as we traveled

The ugly realisation

That the stars is too far

Not yet, I cannot see

The Divine plan for me

But I must believe

In myself

My own heart

My unwritten destiny

Songs : Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten Can't read my mind I'm undefined I'm just beginning The pen's in my hand Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten

⭐️ 🎐 🤍 🌙 You Are Loved 🌙 🎐 🤍 ⭐️

Thank you for reading! I would love to know what you think. Thank you so much see you soon!!!🧿

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[marcmarcmomarc]

Once Upon a Lamp - list of characters

In honor of Once Upon a Studio turning one year old

EXT. THE STEVE JOBS BUILDING - EARLY EVENING

The Adventures of André and Wally B.

André

Wally B.

Luxo Jr.

Luxo Jr.

Luxo Sr.

Red’s Dream

Lumpy

Red

Tin Toy

Tinny

Gumbo

Flip ‘n Beth

Ace

Clocky

Spot

Zoo Train

Chrome Dome

Rallye Guy

Fire Hydrant

Helicopter Sheep

Toypot

Frodo

Bouncy

Eben’s Car

Les

RenderMan

Knick Knack

Knick

Sunny Miami

Sunny Florida

Sunny Egypt

Sunny Jamaica

Sunny Palm Springs

Sunny Israel

Surf Death Valley

Sunny Atlantis

Toy Story (Toys)

Woody

Buzz Lightyear

Jessie

Mr. Potato Head

Slinky Dog

Rex

Hamm

Bo Peep

Mrs. Potato Head

Bullseye

Mr. Pricklepants

Dolly

Trixie

Buttercup

Chuckles

Stinky Pete

Barbie

Ken

Lots-o-Huggin’ Bear

Big Baby

Twitch

Stretch

Chunk

Sparks

Chatter Telephone

Bookworm

Peas-in-a-Pod

Forky

Giggle McDimples

Ducky

Bunny

Duke Caboom

Gabby Gabby

The Dummies

Billy, Goat, and Gruff

Toy Story (Human side)

Andy Davis

Mrs. Davis

Molly Davis

Sid Phillips

Hannah Phillips

Bonnie Anderson

Bonnie’s Mom

Bonnie’s Dad

Buster

Scud

Geri’s Game

Geri

A Bug’s Life

Flik

Hopper

Princess Atta

Princess Dot

The Queen

Molt

Slim

Heimlich

Francis

Manny

Gypsy

Rosie

Tuck

Roll

P.T. Flea

Dim

Mr. Soil

Dr. Flora

Thorny

Cornelius

Thumper

Aphie

For the Birds

Bluebird Flock

Gawky Bird

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

Commander Nebula

Mira Nova

XR

Booster

Warp Darkmatter

Gravitina

N0S-4-A2

XL

Monsters, Inc.

James P. Sullivan

Mike Wazowski

Boo

Celia Mae

Randall Boggs

Henry J. Waternoose

Johnny Worthington

Scott “Squishy” Squibbles

Don Carlton

Terri and Terry Perry

Art

Tylor Tuskman

Val Little

Fritz

Katherine “Cutter” Sterns

Duncan P. Anderson

Roz

Yeti

Jeff Fungus

Banana Bread

Roger Rogers

Suzy “Sunny” Sunshine

Finding Nemo

Marlin

Dory

Nemo

Hank

Boundin’

Jackalope

Lamb

The Incredibles

Bob Parr

Helen Parr

Violet Parr

Dashiell Parr

Jack-Jack Parr

Lucius Best

Edna Mode (E)

Buddy Pine

Winston Deavor

Evelyn Deavor

Mirage

Rick Dicker

Voyd

One Man Band

Bass

Treble

Tippy

THX

Tex

Cars

Lightning McQueen

Tow Mater

Cruz Ramirez

Lifted

Stu

Mr. B

Ratatouille

Remy

Alfredo Linguini

Chef Skinner

Colette Tatou

Django

Emile

Anton Ego

Presto

Presto DiGiotagione

Alec Azam

WALL-E

WALL-E

EVE

Captain B. McCrea

John

Mary

M-O

The Defective Robots

Hal the Cockroach

Partly Cloudy

Gus

Peck

Up

Carl Fredricksen

Russell

Dug

Charles Muntz

Alpha

Beta

Gamma

Kevin

Kevin’s Babies

Day & Night

Day

Night

La Luna

Bambino

Papà

Nonno

Brave

Merida

Elinor

Fergus

Hamish

Hupert

Harris

Fergus’ Dogs

Angus

The Witch

Maudie

Lord MacGuffin

Lord Macintosh

Lord Dingwall

Young MacGuffin

Young Macintosh

Wee Dingwall

The Witch’s Crow

Conan the Clan Dingwall Hunk

The Blue Umbrella

Blue

Red

Lava

Uka

Lele

Inside Out (Mindscape)

Joy

Sadness

Anger

Fear

Disgust

Anxiety

Envy

Ennui

Embarrassment

Nostalgia

Inside Out (Humans)

Riley Andersen

Jill Andersen

Bill Andersen

Grace Hsieh

Bree Young

Valentina Ortiz

Dani

Ally

Sofia

Nour

Coach Roberts

Sanjay’s Super Team

Sanjay

Sanjay’s Father

Hanuman

Durga

Vishnu

The Good Dinosaur

Arlo

Spot

Henry

Ida

Buck

Libby

Nash

Ramsey

Butch

Thunderclap

Downpour

Coldfront

Frostbite

Windgust

Bubbha

Lurleane

Pervis

Earl

Forrest Woodbush

Fury

Destructor

Dream Crusher

Debbie

Piper

Piper

Lou

Lou

J.J.

Coco (Land of the Living)

Miguel Rivera

Dante

Abuelita Elena Rivera

Enrique Rivera (Papá)

Luisa Rivera (Mamá)

Tío Berto Rivera

Tía Carmen Rivera

Tía Gloria Rivera

Abuelito Franco Rivera

Abel Rivera

Rosa Rivera

Socorro Rivera

Benny Rivera

Manny Rivera

Coco (Land of the Dead)

Papá Héctor Rivera

Ernesto de la Cruz

Mamá Imelda Rivera

Pepita

Mamá Coco Rivera

Papá Julio Rivera

Tía Rosita Rivera

Tía Victoria Rivera

Tío Óscar Rivera

Tío Felipe Rivera

Bao

Mom

Son

Dad

Cindy

Purl

Purl

Lacy

Office Bros.

Office Ladies

Kitbull

Kitbull

Dog

Smash and Grab

Smash

Grab

Float

Father

Son

Wind

Ellis

Ellis’ Grandma

Onward

Ian Lightfoot

Barley Lightfoot

Laurel Lightfoot

Corey

Colt Bronco

Blazey

Soul (Living World)

Joe Gardener

Libba Gardener

Dez

Curley

Dorothea Williams

Connie

Soul (The Great Before)

22

Moonwind

Terry

Counselor Jerry A

Counselor Jerry B

Loop

Renee

Marcus

Out

Greg

Jim

Manuel

Greg’s Parents

Gigi

Luca

Luca Paguro

Alberto Scorfano

Giulia Marcovaldo

Ercole Visconti

Massimo Marcovaldo

Daniela Paguro

Lorenzo Paguro

Grandma Libera Paguro

Ciccio

Guido

Machiavelli

Nona

Nona

Renee

Twenty-Something

Gia

Nicole

Turning Red

Meilin Lee

Miriam Mendelsohn

Abby Park

Priya Mangal

Tyler Nguyen-Baker

Ming Lee

Jin Lee

Grandma Wu Lee

Auntie Chen

Lily

Helen

Auntie Ping

Mr. Gao

4*Town

Lightyear

Izzy Hawthorne

Sox

Mo Morrison

Darby Steel

Commander Burnside

Alisha Hawthorne

Kiko Hawthorne

Elemental

Ember Lumen

Wade Ripple

Bernie Lumen

Cinder Lumen

Gale Cumulus

Fern Grouchwood

Clod

Brook Ripple

Harold Ripple

Alan Ripple

Lake Ripple

Eddy Ripple

Marco Ripple

Polo Ripple

Ghibli

Flarrietta

Flarry

Self

Self

Win or Lose

Coach Dan

Vanessa

Rochelle

Elio

Elio Solis

Elio’s Aunt

Ambassador Questa

Ambassador Grigon

Hoppers

Mabel

King George

———————————————————————————-

Notes

Everybody is all smiles for the group picture, from heroes to villains and everything in-between. Even characters who were otherwise sticks in the mud like Hank genuinely smile for the picture. Villains such as Muntz, de la Cruz, Lotso, Thunderclap and his gang, Syndrome, Evelyn, Randall, Waternoose, Hopper, Skinner, and Ercole, as much of evil psychopaths they were, are seen tenderly and respectfully singing along. Even Sid, who was a massive bully to Hannah, is seen giving her a kind brotherly embrace. Also, most movies’ main cast seem to be cramped together. Even the villains stand near their respective heroes, everyone in a healthy relationship with their families and loved ones are tenderly holding each other close, and many of the larger characters offer their bodies for the smaller ones.

Forky, Heimlich, Dory, Jack-Jack, Mater, WALL-E, and one of the triplets wave at the camera.

Dim and Wee Dingwall give the camera dopey smiles.

The egg-shaped bluebirds and the gawky bird stand perched above the entrance. The bluebirds are happy to have the gawky bird with them, a far cry from how they treated him in their short.

Sulley carries Boo tenderly in his arms. Helen does the same to Jack-Jack, as do Presto with Alec, Carl and Russell with Kevin’s babies, Elinor and Fergus with their triplet sons, Embarrassment with Envy, Massimo with Machiavelli, and Izzy with Sox.

Terri attempts to dance before his other half stops him.

Hank carries Marlin, Dory, and Nemo in a coffee pot.

Voyd and Abby giddily bounce in place, clearly the most excited for the photo.

Linguini carries Remy while Colette holds Django and Emile.

WALL-E and EVE hold the umbrellas from The Blue Umbrella.

HAN-S still can’t stay still, shaking aggressively as the photo is taken.

Kevin and her babies take the time to mimic Carl once again.

Maudie and the Clan Dingwall hunk share a loving look.

Young Macintosh flexes his pecs while giving the camera a cocky smile, the same type of smile given by characters like Terry, Darby, and Clod.

The Witch has her Crow standing perched on her shoulder.

Being stationary volcanoes, Uka and Lele are unable to leave their photo. Thankfully, they have Thunderclap and his gang to hold it so they can be in the group picture.

Nostalgia sticks her head out from behind Embarrassment, clearly hiding from the other emotions.

Riley, Grace, and Bree all carry Knick together while Riley’s parents carry the Miami and Florida knick knacks, Val and the Fire Hawks carry the Egypt, Jamaica, Palm Springs, Israel, and Death Valley knick knacks, and Coach Roberts carries Sunny Atlantis in her fish bowl.

Cindy, Son’s fiancée, winks at the camera as the photo is taken.

Machiavelli gives the camera his standard bored look.

Mei has her red hair, panda ears, and panda tail, continuing to embrace her panda.

Aaron Z gives the camera a thumbs up while Tae Young makes a heart with his hands.

Izzy gives Sox a neck scratch.

Alisha and Kiko’s inclusion also counts due to their backlash following the movie’s release.

[neteyamssyulang]

Toys

Day 16

Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem avatar reader

Summary: Today was your mates birthday and you had a special surprise for him, although that surprise takes a quick turn at the party the clan threw for him.

Warnings: Dom reader, Sub neteyam, Mommy kink, Orgasm Denial, Whimpering Neteyam.

Word count: 790

Translation(s): Yawne -> Beloved, Rutxe -> Please, Tewng -> Loincloth.

A/N: This was rushed so I apologize, it’s not my best. Also yayyy first time writing subby Neteyam.

Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna

You were beyond excited, but also pretty nervous. The eldest son of Toruk Makto had chosen you, YOU as his mate. Naturally it shocked everyone that he’d chosen a dreamwalker as his mate.

Even if you had an avatar body you preferred your human one. It wasn’t that you didn’t like your avatar no, it’s just because you felt more comfortable in your human body.

Neteyam had wanted you to make the conscious transfer but you refused, you didn’t want to give up your human body just yet. To your luck he had stopped asking.

Today was special though as it was your mates birthday. The clan prepared a party for him and then afterwards you had your own surprise.

Currently your on your way to the village, you didn’t wanna go in your human form so you opted for the avatar. Your tail swished nervously behind you as you reached it and began searching for your mate.

Squeezing your way through crowds of na’vi drinking pongu pongu, a very strong alcohol. Eventually you find him sitting with his family and stride over taking a seat beside him.

“Yawne you made it!” Neteyam smiles and pulls you into a hug making you giggle. “How could I miss my baby’s birthday?” He blushes slightly before engaging in conversation with his family again.

You sit there with your head on his shoulder just listening till a group of girls walk over. Ugh it’s Alira and her “friends” more like followers. They do whatever she says.

She walks till she’s in front of Neteyam waving her hand to catch his attention “Hey Neteyamm” she giggles.

Neteyam looks at her sighing “Hi Alira.” The girl ignores your presence as if your not there as she sits on the opposite side of him placing one of her hands on his chest. “You look so handsome tonight, maybe you could come find me later and I could give you my present.”

Before he hands a chance to speak you stand up grabbing him by his wrist and drag him towards the lab ignoring him telling you to stop so you both can talk things over:

Eventually making it to the lab and going inside you shove him towards your room locking the door once inside. Turning your met with a confused Neteyam “B-baby what’s wrong what did I-” “Shut up, remove your tewng and get on the bed.”

He gulps at your words but obliges removing his loincloth and sitting on your bed. Your glad you got this new one as your old bed wasn’t able to handle the weight of a na’vi on it.

You smile and remove your own top and loincloth aswell, you make your way over to the bed and straddle your boyfriend. “You’ve been very bad Teyam, you let another woman touch what’s mine.”

Reaching over to your nightstand you pick up what looks like a silicone ring. His head tilts in confusion “Yawne wh-what’s that?-”

Chuckling softly you get off him and slide the ring down to the base of his cock. “This was supposed to be your present but now not so much.”

Moving your hand down to the buldge of the ring you press on the button turning it on the first mode, Soft moans leave your mates mouth.

You press the button again, this time turning it to the 3rd mode. His breath hitches and he bucks his hips in the air whimpering, “Y-yawne r-r-rutxe!..”

“Shh my love” you hover your hips above him positioning his angry blue tip at your entrance, slowly you slide down his length till your clit pressed against the toy.

His groans filled your ears as you began lifting your hips only to slam back down onto him, his hands moved do grab onto your hips but you slapped them away. “You don’t get to touch.”

Neteyams ears flattened against his head instead opting to grab onto the sheets. He could feel his orgasm approaching yet he somehow couldn’t reach it.

You began grinding on him now feeling your own climax coming fast, your mates whimpers and broken moans filled the room “Mo-mommy please..”

“Please what darling?” You trail kisses from his jaw to his neck nipping at it. “C-can I cum?”

“My sweet boy.. release is for good boys not naughty ones” sobs began leaving him as tears ran down his face.

Reaching your own climax you cling onto your mate riding out your high till you come back down from it.

Carefully you lift yourself off him and reach down pressing on the button turning it off making him gasp in relief.

“Maybe next time if you’re a good boy you can cum”

[trapangeles]

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[xylianasblog]

Curiosity killed the cat.

Pairings: Agedup Rotxo x Fem Human reader

Summary: You weren’t shy about your things especially not your toys. Maybe curiosity is better left alone.

Warnings: MDNI, toys, dom reader, sub Rotxo, slight praise, slight overstimulation, a tiny bit of edging.

♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥

“W-wait! Nh.. mmgghh.” He cried out his shaking hands grabbed ahold of your wrist, and you stopped stroking the length of his cock. Your eyes look up from his heavily leaking member to stare into his pretty blue eyes.

His ears pressed flat against his head, his tail thumping the ground in rapid movements as his body adjusted to the new sense of pleasure.

“Hm?” Was all you could offer him as you pulled your magic wand away from the swollen mushroom head.

He was quiet for a moment brows furrowed as he tried to gather himself. His chest rising and falling at an unsteady pace, as he let his head fall back against the bed. “I.. it’s too much feels too good..” you let out a soft little noise as you moved around, hand starting back up on the slow strokes.

“It’ll feel even better.. lemme continue..” you murmured as you placed the wand on a higher setting. The moment you placed the wand against the underside of his tip, his hips jerked shakily. Loud cries and whimpers fall from his parted lips. “Shh.. shh baby.. that’s it..” you praised as you rubbed it along the length, gently teasing him.

He whined, thighs twitching and legs shaking as his body lurched forward. His entire body shook as his body jerked around from the overwhelming sensation of the vibrations on his tip. “F-fuck.. fuck.. Y/n..” he whimpered. “Please.. please!” You didn’t let up though, you continued rubbing and teasing as your hand moved up and down adding to the pleasure.

“Just let go.. I promise it’ll feel so good..” you whispered.

The way his cock was leaking precum you could tell he was close, his toes curling as his nails dug into the soft skin on your wrist. Your name falling from his lips over and over you were sure the other clan members would be able to hear him.

“Come on.. Ro.. it’s okay my love..” your soft whispers fell on deaf ears as he continued thrashing and bucking until finally, he came, his entire body shook as he cried out. His seed coated your hand and his stomach, your hand moving the want away while the other continued stroking his very sensitive cock.

“That’s.. it good boy..” your eyes trailed up his still trembling figure. “Maybe next time.. don’t be so curious.. as they say.. curiosity kills the cat.”

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[monsterfuckerconfessions]

Found this in my "Garbage" folder, saw no reason to let it languish.

*Ahem*

I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this. I thought being a captive of a tribe of fucking werewolves would be less...pleasant. In my head I'd constructed this nightmare of being eaten alive, my guts pulled out of my belly and my blood welling up in my throat until I suffocated. I wasn't expecting a huge pile of warm, furry wolf-monsters who – as far as I could tell – just wanted to cuddle and be scratched behind the ears. They seemed to not care that I was the only human within almost a hundred miles, or that I'd stumbled onto their den carrying two rifles and a nine millimeter pistol loaded literally for bear. No, the only thing they seemed to care about was that I was female. While being cuddled by what amounted to giant bipedal wolves was pleasant, warm and secure and surprisingly soft, I could not help but notice that the four of them were vying for my attention almost constantly whenever I was awake. They brought me food, bumped their huge heads against my chest and belly, draped their bodies over me while I slept, and licked my face and hands to make me smile. It was like living with gigantic puppies. I swear to God I could see human intelligence in all of them, and they learned the names I gave them and responded to them. The grey one was Tundra, the black one Midnight, the brown and grey Buckeye and the all-white Ice.

Ice was much gentler than I expected for a creature his size. Rather than pinning me down like Buckeye, he seemed to prefer a more...delicate approach. At least I interpreted it as such. Wrapping his big paws around me, he pulled me in and rubbed his chin on my head for a while, nuzzling my neck and shoulders before huffing and settling down on his haunches to look at me. Crystal-blue eyes stared at me from his white face, his forelegs around my waist. I'm tempted to describe his paws as hands, except the shape is all wrong – the palms too long, the thumbs too short – but they could still manipulate objects and hold things. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, burying my fingers in his dense coat. I knew he wanted to apologize for Buckeye's rough treatment, for the way he just used me whenever he wanted and didn't bother to tend to me afterwards. But Ice always did. Ice always laid with me afterwards, sometimes even after Buckeye was done with me, watching me recover and licking my wounds, literally. It got so that I preferred Ice over his brother, and Buckeye resented that. So he was rougher with me than he should have been.

Once, Buckeye pinned me so hard that my wrists were bruised for days. Ice was angry about that, I could tell. He would growl at his brother any time Buckeye got near me, and it came to blows one night about four days after my puffy, purple wrists turned yellow. Buckeye got too close and Ice cuffed him so hard I heard something crack, and Buckeye spit out a piece of a tooth. I treated it the best I could, but the whole time I was within Buck's reach Ice was right beside me, a low thundering rumble coming from his chest. Ice wouldn't let Buckeye touch me for another week after that.

Now, with the change in power structure and with Buckeye relegated to beta, Ice seemed to take advantage of his new position to show the others how a female should be treated. He was never rough, and even took the time to make sure I was ready before mounting me. Usually he did so in the relative privacy of the cave while the others were at least outside, but one time he took me in front of the whole clan, laying me down on my back and ignoring the other males while he had his way with me. He never looked anywhere except my eyes, even while Buckeye and Midnight and Tundra circled and sniffed. I...I am only a little ashamed to admit that when I was with Ice, I could come. I could actually enjoy what was happening to me, and Ice knew it. So he would be gentle with me, waiting and holding back until I cried out and twisted handfuls of grey-white fur out of his chest. I could see in his snow-blue eyes then that he was pleased. He would lean down and lick my face, then press his huge head against my chest and hold me to the ground while he filled me.

Tundra wasn't so bad, and neither was Midnight. Both were young, barely adults, so their versions of mating were still clumsy and sometimes hurt, but they were always kind to me. Tundra brought me things he found, little pieces of stones with shells embedded in them, clean sun-bleached bones, pieces of food. Midnight was a cuddler, he liked to bowl me over and snuffle and snort around my ears and neck before rolling me onto my stomach. That was the way he liked it, and it wasn't terrible. Once I surprised myself and actually came while Midnight was inside of me, and it startled both of us. He stopped for a moment and nibbled my cheek, checking on me. “It's okay, I'm fine.” I smiled at him and let him finish. He looked so pleased with himself.

Soon, I realized that Ice wanted me to teach him how to make me come. He communicated this to me the best he could, by pulling me into the cave one afternoon and dragging me into the big nest we all shared in the winter. He nosed my legs apart and studied me, sniffing and licking and looking sharply up at me when I cried out as his hot tongue swept over me. “It's fine, that felt good. Do it again.” He licked again and looked up. “Yes, like that.” Ears forward to listen to me, Ice laid down on his belly and put a huge paw on my thigh. The claws grazed me, but Ice never broke my skin. With slow, experimental sweeps of his tongue, Ice explored the place he usually only put his... I shivered. I could feel his monstrous teeth, and I realized with surprise that I liked it. “Oh, Ice...”

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[sashi-ya]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕 [part 1] Byakuya Kuchiki x F! Clan Leader! Reader.

✦torpe: enemies to lovers. | Au: not really specified, not canon. Inspired on chinese clans. red string of fathe. ✦tw: NSFT. mdi. explicit sexual scenes (vag, creampie). demonic possession. violence. blood. ✦a/n: not sure how long this fic will be, but at least more than one chapter. You can tell me if you want more :3 the "Wheat disease" is just a random disease I invented, since I can't have gluten I found it funny to give that name to it. ✦wc: 3k~

Becoming the matriarch of your clan at such young age hasn’t been easy. The many things to attend, the rules, the enemies…

oh, the enemy… tangled with your sheets one more night, one more time.

“I didn’t think you were to take that risk, Byakuya… you know too well you could wake up with my sword carved into your lungs one of these days” you murmur, while tracing a path upwards all through the line of his spine.

His pale skin reacts to your touch; the indentation of his spine in the middle of his back a beautiful place in which you wish you could die. Soft silk sheets covering right above the start of his glutes, his long black hair strands raining on his shoulders.

“Same way you could wake up with my sword about to slice your head…” Byakuya murmurs turning around to face you.

You scoff… “we are different, you see? I told you could wake up with a sword already carved in you, but you only named “about to” when it comes to me”.

Byakuya’s ears become red. Such showing of weakness coming from himself should be punished. But is it worth it? He is already sleeping with the enemy anyway.

The noble reaches for your hand, pulling you on top of his chest. You fall gracefully with your palms on his shoulders. You can’t help but felt driven by his skin scent, not that flowery like usual. The lingering smell of sex nests in the crook of his neck, calling you to sin once more before both have to go back to reality.

“Why is the forbidden such a delicious fruit? So juicy, so addictive?” you whisper, muzzled by the pristine white canvas that’s his skin.

Your questioning only rips a subtle scoff from his mouth, but quite a brute bite to your shoulder; “Who knows, but it definitely tastes like ambrosia”

Grunting you crawl on top of him; straddling your hips to his. Byakuya is again so hard and you so wet. You can feel the heat increasing as your cores are pressed into each other. Your nails carve their pass on his pecs, leaving reddish reactions on his skin.

Your enemy’s hips buck up. He is searching for a warmth he has learned to enjoy; a warmth he dies to experience those nights when both are separated. You moan in response, allowing your femininity to surround his shaft.

“Nghh…” Byakuya grunts, throwing his head back, showing you the tense muscles of his neck and the sharp mandible that could cut your skin. You bite your lips, there is no better sound, no better image that the one that his delighted self depicts.

His silky gentle hands search for your hands, soft fingers intertwining. Soft, but strong grip.

Move, move for me. Let me bury in you…

O shaped mouths, lips getting dry. Both hastily breathing. It seems that what was meant to be to never be close, the closer it gets the more beautiful it is.

“I need to… can I…?” Byakuya asks, while his hips drill into you. Up and down, helping your back and forth motions.

“Is- isn’t it… the epitome of the forbidden, Byakuya Kuchiki? You want me yours; you want me completely yours?” you ask back, in between pants and lip biting.

Byakuya frowns in pure pleasure, because even if you are trying once again to become bitter, pleasure isn’t stopping and you either. And neither his hips are, and the upcoming orgasm that feels like a volcano that’s about to erupt.

“Please, just once…” he begs, making you shiver. His pleading deep blue eyes make you so weak.

You let your chest fall on top of him, allowing his hips to do all the work now. No more riding, just letting him ram countless times in and out of you. Your lips tightly press once against the other, and then breath robber kisses with tongues dancing and saliva mixing.

“Do it… fill me up, fill me up until you are absolutely satisfied, Kuchiki Byakuya” you purr, when your mouths separate for bare seconds.

He grunts, taking a big gasp of air, surrounding your body with his arms and pressing down the small of your back. He goes deeper, deeper than before. A hard thrust, a violent one. Your trembling muscles announcing your own pleasure peak and the way both breath each other’s moans.

Warm, overflowing. It feels like home, like breaking rules and like freedom. Womb so full, with clenching walls asking for more of that milky elixir of climax.

“I might have fallen in love with you…” you whisper right into his ear, still breathing hastily but in heaven still connected to feel those lagging throbs of his sex into yours.

Byakuya caresses your back up towards your nape with his whole palm. Gripping your hair after to pull slowly and yet so dominantly your head back. He wants to see your face that was hiding in the crook of his neck.

Your enemy smiles… Your sloppy eyelids, irritated lips apart, the blush on your cheeks drives him crazy…

“I-”

The hard nock on your door, and the entrance of men you don’t quite recognize bursting into your room.

“You are a disgrace for the clan, Matriarch (name)!” they scream.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ...

Two months before.

“Matriarch (Name), we have reports of the Kuchiki men wandering in our territory” your men announce, unable to look you in the eyes. They aren’t allowed.

You put down your brush. Those letters to your brother who has travel far away can wait. “Bring me one; I’ll interrogate him myself” you order.

Those who came to give information leave after bowing before you. Efficiently, and silently. No more than twenty minutes after and one of the Kuchiki clan’s men appear in front of you, with a bloody nose and perhaps some knocked out teeth.

You stand up, your royal clothes flowing with the wind your own presence creates. Hitting the table with your two hands, you make the prisoner of red hair jolt.

“Speak. Why were you wandering my lands? If your lord master isn’t able to follow the treat we’ve made I will attack offhandedly” you declare, looking at him from above, so contemptuously.

“I- we weren’t! We… we needed a special flower… you see, my master… he has fallen ill with the… Wheat disease!! We can’t find any of the flowers in our territory, I beg you please, help us!” the man kneels in front of you, prostrating after to plead for a cure.

You frown. Kuchiki Byakuya might be your enemy, but the Wheat disease is known to be mortal in a matter of days. And your clan, especially you, aren’t used to see your enemies fall because of illnesses but from your swords.

After meditating for a couple of seconds you reach for a conclusion. You are aware such decision could make your collaborators and your whole clan mad but once you decide something you aren’t coming back.

“I will help. Take me to your Lord Master and I will cure him” you pronounce, owning the gasps of your men and the prisoner’s cry to suddenly stop. “I have the antidote and the kido techniques to save his life. But you will have to take me to him, personally. That’s my deal”

The red-haired man grabs the distinctive around his arms and after a few seconds agree. He squeezes the Kuchiki emblem hard around his arm, but there is nothing he could do; Byakuya’s life comes first.

Despite knowing he will most probably end up being beheaded for bringing the head clan of their mortal enemies to the Kuchiki manor.

Soon your hand chair gets ready. It’s made of ebony and gold; red finest silks cover the sides, and you sit in there like the powerful matriarch you are. Luxury abound, if the Kuchiki are rich, the (Name of your Clan) are richer.

The sound of your army boots resound around the forest that both clans share, where no one is allowed to trespass the red line drawn on the floor because of an historical agreement Byakuya Kuchiki and you have made.

The deal still burns in the back of your mind. Noble houses spoke for about two weeks after the image of your hands shaking. Your clans have hated each other, being hostile and brawl for more than 300 years, yet, the hate met a truce by the hands of two young leaders.

The red-haired men whose name was known to be General Abarai, has been sent to the front line of your procession. He would be the one in charge of letting his comrades know about your presence there and your -honest?- reasons behind your deal breakage.  

You play with your distinctive ring while you believe you are about to reach the limit traced in the forest. The Lycoris Radiata, the flower that represents your clan, made of ruby carves in your fingertip as you press your ring without noticing. You don’t want to accept the fact that you are more anxious than you should be.

The last time you saw Byakuya he had just recently assumed the leading position of his clan and there were no night you dreamed of those sharp eyes fixed on yours after the delicate yet strong handshake that set the truce.

You wonder if he looks miserable now; does he know his subordinate will come pleading for help to save his life to no other than his mortal enemy? The truce only meant the ceasefire of an eternal war in your backyards, but that didn’t mean the hate inherited by blood would stop existing at all.

“Hate… why our clans hate each other really?” you ask yourself, not being able to recall the exact reason behind such rivalry. Was because of lands? Was because of gold? Your father wasn’t ever allowed to tell you, neither did your mother. Not even your sensei.

Nobody ever knew the real root of such abhor.

The sudden stop of your chariot pulls you out of your own mind. You have arrived to the Kuchiki lands. Fields of Sakura trees in pure blossom, the everlasting crimson of your “Death Flowers” have ended to meet the pink representation of ephemeral springs that will soon be covered in pristine white snow.

The hand of your general reaches for yours to help you get off your chair. The scent of softness surrounds you, and it’s nothing like at home where the perfume of your flowers makes everyone dizzy.

You smirk pleased. There is something absolutely empowering about you putting your foot in those lands that you wish to enjoy as much as possible.

“What is she doing here?!” some soldiers whisper. “Why is the Death Matriarch here?” some workers murmur.

You scoff… “Death Matriarch” they call you, just because of your red flower fields. If they only knew you are there to pull his master’s death from his own body with your “death flowers”.

Rukia Kuchiki, Byakuya’s sister arrives at the doors of their property. Small woman with great power. Of course, what else could you expect from a Kuchiki after all.

“Matriarch (Name), what are you doing here? Isn’t it a little bit low to come visit us when our leader is bedridden? I am well aware you aren’t a scavenger, and he isn’t dead” she says, with trembling voice but decided to protect his only family at all costs.

Your men quickly unsheathe their scimitars while hers wield their katanas at you.

You take your hand to your lips, letting a sophisticated but sarcastic giggle.

“Sheathe, my men. Don’t act hostile towards Miss Kuchiki, please. I have come in peace, brought by no other than General Abarai” you calmly tell her, because you have no intentions of fighting. At least, not until your opponent is placed on an equal footing. And Byakuya, right now, isn’t.

General Abarai immediately speaks up, grabbing Rukia’s hand in his. The attention derives from you to such display of confidence from a lower class one to the master’s sister.

“My lady, she is the only one able to cure Lord Master Kuchiki” he mumbles, trying to explain that bringing you there wasn’t just a mere whim.

You see that woman become weak when the calloused big hands of the general surround hers. A soft smile garnishes your face, there is no doubt -at least in front of your eyes- that both are completely in love with each other.

“Renji… my brother would prefer dying before letting her help him” she whispers in pain, letting for some moments to show how much this is hurting her.

“I will take full responsibility for such boldness… but I can’t let Lord Master Kuchiki die”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ .

The interior of the Kuchiki manor looks as clean as you could imagine.

Even if Byakuya himself offered his house to seal the truce six years ago, you blatantly deny it. Instead, you ended up doing it right in the forest, casting both the divisor line with kido. A line that have intrigued many cultivators and monks… because it wasn’t white as it was supposed to be, but it was crimson, like a trail of blood spilled on the ground after someone’s carotids had been slashed open.

“Matriarch (Name), my brother is right in this room. You can ask me anything and we will bring it to you” Rukia says, still nervous.

You take a quick look through the door of the whitest room you have ever seen. Behind also white curtains of semi sheer silk the dark figure of a man lies on a futon.

A dark aura, however, contrasts with the ghostly atmosphere that surrounds him. It’s the mantle of death floating around him, like vultures awaiting for his inevitable end.

“Kuchiki Rukia, I believe you won’t be willing to see this. I promise you, in name of my whole clan that your brother will be back at being himself. But the returning path it’s gonna be painful to walk” you explain to her, in total honesty.

You see her eyes become watery, but, at the very least, a shine of hope still shines in them. She hums, closing her eyes and leaning towards General Abarai. Him, who hasn’t taken his eyes from her, receives her weakened body in his strong arms.

You smile kindly, and then enter into the room of who everybody knows as “your enemy”

Immediately the scent of camellias hits you; It makes you slightly dizzy, as if it was placed in there to protect him from unwanted visitors. “You are just as I remember, Byakuya… Always putting up invisible walls before anyone to protect yourself… even in your deathbed”

You are a few centimetres to see his status. Behind those semi see through curtains lays the man you should be trying to kill, not help.

As you pass through, the silk caresses your cheeks with the soft kiss of delicacy and your eyes discover Byakuya’s indeed miserable body. He is completely naked, barely covered by linoleum sheets from his neck down as the current protocol indicates when treating patients with the Wheat Disease. You can only imagine what’s beneath such coverings.

Byakuya is completely damped in sweat, shivering so slightly. His fists are clenched, his eyes tightly shut. Mandible clenched, and neck muscles tensed.

You kneel on the side of his bed; you are aware that touching his chest, his arms or anywhere where the spots have appeared could potentially infect you with such disease.

“Lord Master Kuchiki, I’m Matriarch (Name). I haven’t come here in order to hurt you, I am here to save you” you inform him, whether he is able to hear you or not, it doesn’t really matter.

You inspect him closer. There is a certain vibe that indicates this isn’t a disease, it feels more as if someone had coursed his body. In any case, you should check.

You take some air and place your hands over his body. One at his head level, the other at his solar plexus. Creating crimson light, you encourage anything that could have crawled inside his body to awaken in your presence.

“Show yourself if you are there, evil spirit!” you hex.

You can see the veins of his neck popping out, his shoulders cracking. Your heart beats faster, you weren’t wrong; Byakuya Kuchiki had been cursed.

Waiting, anxiety creeps in your bones. You know you are strong, but you don’t know how strong that entity might be. If it will use Byakuya’s power, you don’t that either. Because you know the man laying there is as powerful as you, and perhaps, even more than you.

“Are you shy, disgrace of Diyu? Or are you scared of me?!” you course the demon for playing with your time; not even a ghost has the right to disrespect you.

Byakuya suddenly opens his eyes. That deep blue he used to have has turned in two black orbs, pure darkness within a deepest sea of red capillaries around.

“You useless bitch!” he screams, suddenly jumping on you. You end up pinned against the floor with his hands around your neck. He squeezes hard, so strongly you can barely pass a single molecule of oxygen through your trachea.

The linoleum sheets had fallen, and his perfect naked body shows more than what you could have wished to see. In any case, the white spots of the Wheat disease aren’t there, but now the marks of claws carved on his skin are.

“Byakuya, come back!” you plead with difficulty as he keeps strangling you with the smirk of a demon, hitting your head against the floor. “Byakuya come back, win the war against the evil!” you declare, using your index and middle finger pressed against his heart. You exude enough spiritual pressure to kill the strongest of demons and as you do the entity disappears.

The possessed muscles of your “enemy” soon lose tone, and he falls back. Quickly, you manage to avoid his body hitting the floor, grabbing him in your embrace. You pant, still trying to reach for fresh air, looking at the now peaceful countenance of an unconscious Byakuya.

“Who did this to you, Kuchiki?” you grunt, letting him to rest safely back into his bed. You have learned to ignore his nudity, but soon you remember is better if he gets covered by the sake of respect.

You proceed to cover him up, but even before that you think of curing those claw marks. You realized they have left a bowl of water with fresh towels, so, you stand up and pick them up.

Of course, a person like you shouldn’t be doing that for anyone, but you can’t help it. As if your hands were moving on your own you clean his wounds with extreme care, applying later the crumbled dried rests of the Spider Lily flowers you brought to cure the deep cuts.

Once you are finished, you finally take a look at yourself into a golden decorated mirror. Moving your hair away, you discover the indentations of his fingertips. They remain on each side of your neck, like the marks of possession.

“This secret must remain in between you and me, you brute” you mumble, grunting at the reflection of your bruised skin.

“Which secret, Death Matriarch?” a sloppy voice calls from behind. A shiver runs through your spine. You take your hand to your scimitar, ready to unsheathe. If that’s the demon, and it had fooled you into believing he had abandoned Byakuya’s body you will have to fight.

Suddenly and quickly, you turn around. But instead of discovering a ferocious entity, you only see Byakuya on the bed looking at you. He seems tired, but gladly the blue has returned to his beautiful eyes.

“Ugh… it’s just you” you breathe a sigh of relief. “No secret, this marks have been done by you. Well, by the curse inside you. You are free. I saved you” you state, a little too excited for what Byakuya is used to hear coming from you.

“You- you saved me? Who called you? Who let you in?! Why did you save me?!” he asks, displeased and feeling insulted. Byakuya tries to stand up from bed but fails miserably.

You immediately kneel by his side to help him. And you realize, again, this isn’t your usual you.

“I suggest you acting this way once you are recovered. You can fight to death with me once you are fully recuperated” you let the reasonable side of you take over. “Now that my job here is over, I’m leaving. I don’t wish to break the deal no more” you stand up and wave at him.

He remains silent. Absolutely dumbfounded as he watches you walk away. Yet right before you could open the door of his room he says something.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Please, stay”

To be continued…

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Friends out of Water Chapter 6

Ana's heart pounded against her ribcage as she peered out from the confines of Melody's grasp. Her friend's apartment loomed ahead.

"Are we going to see the clan now?" Ana ventured, her voice quivering with anticipation.

"Clan?" Melody's laugh was sharp and cruel. She tightened her grip, causing Ana to wince. "Oh, sweet, naive Ana. There's no reversing what's been done to you."

"But you said—"

"I lied." The words were tossed out carelessly as Melody began to toss Ana lightly into the air, catching her with a snicker. "You're too much fun like this."

A cold dread settled over Ana as she realized the gravity of her situation. "Melody, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whimper.

"Shh," Melody cooed mockingly. "You should've stayed in the deep where you belonged, Ana. Not gallivanting with humans.”

“What are you talking about? We came up here together! Aren’t you doing the same thing?”

Melody scoffed. Her grip on Ana tightened. “I’m not the one fucking humans. You were going to tell him about us! You’re the traitor!”

Ana's world flipped upside-down as Melody tossed her into the air and then caught her again. With each cruel toss, her stomach lurched as despair closed in around her.

Melody tossed Ana onto her living room couch with a flick of her wrist.

“I’m going to change into something comfy for our fun night together. Don’t go far.” Melody mocked in a cruel voice.

Ana struggled to her feet. Her eyes widened as she noticed her former friend had left her cell phone on the coffee table. This was her chance.

Ana backed up and then took off at a run. As she neared the edge of the couch, she jumped. She landed on the hard surface, knocking her breath out. She wobbled to her feet and rushed to the giant cell phone.

She pressed the touch screen. She racked her brain for a code. She remembered Melody and her getting phones and choosing their first lock screen codes together. Ana hoped Melody didn’t change it.

Luck was on Ana’s side; the code worked.

Ana quickly dialed Forest’s number. Ana’s heart sank when the dial tone went to voicemail.

Ana left her voice mail in a rush.

“Forest, please get this! I made a mistake! You were right! About Melody! Please come and get me! Her address is…...” Ana let out a yelp as Melody’s giant hand grabbed her.

“Naughty, Naughty.” Melody mocked. She looked at the phone and laughed. “Aw, he didn’t even answer!” Melody cackled. “It doesn’t matter; he can’t save you.”

Ana struggled in her tight fist. Ana cried in pain as her body decided to transform now of all times. She bucked in pain as her legs turned into a tail and her skin turned to scales.

“Oh, how fun! I know what I’m going to do with you now!” Melody said to her gasping friend.

Ana struggled to breathe. She needed water!

Melody walked to her kitchen, filled a mixing bowl with water, and Dropped Ana into it. Ana breathed in through her gills.

Ana’s relief was short-lived.

“You know I’m hungry…. I think you’d make a perfect sushi roll.” Melody said with a cruel grin.

“What! You can’t eat me!” Ana replied in shock.

“Of course I can. This is what traitors get: a one-way trip to my belly,” Melody replied, rubbing her belly.

Melody's eyes gleamed with a dark hunger as the bamboo mat clattered onto the countertop. With practiced hands, she spread out a sheet of nori, her lips twisting into a smirk as she caught Ana's horrified gaze. The rice was patted down with a cold precision.

"Please, Melody," Ana's voice trembled, "This is... it's cannibalism!"

"Darling, you're hardly a person at this diminutive size," Melody scoffed, rolling her eyes. She picked up Ana by her blue tail, Ana dangled there gasping for breath. "Think of it as giving your existence some grand purpose."

Ana's cry was muffled as she was pressed against the sticky rice. The roll came together with a few swift movements, sealing Ana within a culinary tomb.

"First, the tail," Melody whispered to herself, reaching for the knife with deliberate slowness. "Once I eat your tail," she mused aloud, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "I wonder how far I'll get before you stop screaming."

The click of the lock being picked was so quiet that Melody didn’t notice. She was far too focused on playing with her meal. The door swung open, causing Melody to drop the knife in shock. Forest's frame filled the entryway, his eyes quickly taking in the scene.

"Where is she?!" he bellowed, crossing the room in three long strides.

Melody hissed and grabbed the knife she had dropped. Before she could drive it into the foolish human, his fist connected with her jaw, a crack echoing through the room as she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Forest looked around, staring in horror at Ana’s blue tail sticking out of an uncut sushi roll. The blue tail thrashed back and forth with her struggles. Wasting no time, Forest scooped the sushi roll containing Ana into his palms, unrolling it gently. Ana's tiny chest heaved with relieved sobs as she was freed from her confines. He quickly filled a cup with water from the sink and tenderly placed Ana inside.

Forest's frown deepened as he glanced back at Melody's prone figure. "She won't stop. Not unless I make sure of it." He rummaged through Melody’s coat closet until he found a couple of scarves. He returned to Melody and started to tie her arms behind her back and her legs together. Melody slowly gained consciousness.

"Filthy human! Going to find you later. Kill you both," Melody slurred through her daze, her threats weak.

Forest merely shook his head.

Forest began to search Melody's apartment. He suspected she had played some role in Ana’s shrinking and hoped to find a clue to help his tiny girlfriend.

Forest's eyes narrowed as they settled on the vial of powder nestled among scattered trinkets on Melody's vanity. His hand reached out, fingers closing around the delicate container as he brought it closer to the light, watching the contents shimmer in the light.

"Is this it? The shrinking powder?" he inquired, his gaze shifting to where Melody lay tied up.

She sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "What does it matter to you? There is no cure."

"Tell me how to reverse this," he demanded. Again, Melody stayed silent. Forest strode over to her and grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Tell me now, or you'll regret it."

Melody smirked, utterly unintimidated. "There is no cure. Ana will stay this size forever."

Forest's blood boiled. He took a pinch of the powder and blew it at Melody, satisfaction flooding him as she shrieked in outrage. The powder enveloped her, and before his eyes, she began to shrink down to Ana's size, her mermaid tail forming in place of her legs.

He plucked her from the floor as she struggled to draw breath, clutching at her neck.

He deposited her in the mixing bowl that was filled with water. He watched impassively as she sputtered. Finally, she steadied herself, glaring daggers at him.

“If you ever want to return to your correct size, you better tell me the cure.” Forest threatened. He figured this had to work. Now Melody was in the same danger as Ana.

Melody's eyes blazed with defiance, her small chest heaving. "I'd rather see her drown than live another day with your filthy human hands on her."

Forest's brow furrowed, a surge of anger rising within him. "This can all end, Melody. Tell me how to reverse the shrinking powder. You can have your life back. Give Ana back her life."

She spat a curse at him, her body trembling with fury and fear. "Never."

"Think about it, Melody. All this can stop—the moment you decide to do what's right."

Forest then spotted the water bottle he had given Melody earlier. With ease, he gathed the redhead mermaid up and pushed her into the bottle, making sure the lid was screwed on tight. He could feel the faint vibrations through the plastic of her hitting the sides in anger.

Forest glanced at the cup holding Ana. With care, he picked her container up.

“Forest? How did you get here so fast?” Ana asked.

Forest blushed. “To tell you the truth, I was already here. I followed you two…..I had this horrible feeling. And when I got your voice message, I ran straight in. I’m sorry I missed that call.”

“Oh god, Forest, you were right. She was gonna kill me…... Thank you.” Ana replied, her eyes misting up with tears.

"Let's go home," Forest murmured, his voice low. He secured both mermaids with meticulous care and set out for his apartment.