#and half-formed wings. and can barely speak outside of clicks hissing and screeching.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

I don't really know how to introduce this aspect of the Monster au so i'm just gonna talk about it here cause it gives context to. quite a bit, and also I just want to talk about this au cause it's making me insane-

So, in Mandela, the St. Gabriel's church had been abandoned for. years, due to the amount of disappearances in that area and the fact that it's very close to the forest of the same name, which also has a lot of. bad things tied to it. However, the church is still being used, not by typical Mandela residents, but. a Cult that's worshiping the forest and the Savior's Willow itself.

The Cult is. basically formed of humans, werewolves, half-formed vampires, and just. overall weird people. their goal is just. helping the forest spread, wanting it to completely consume Mandela entirely. Their members are. so. oddly kind towards people. at least towards people they think would be interested in joining their "cause". They go to random people around Mandela, Bythorne, and Werksha, asking them if they'd be interested in joining "the cause", not specifying the details. most say no. And they seem to get. a bit. pushy the more the person resists. they also target people they know aren't human, like werewolves (they have approached Thatcher and Adam both before. along with Dave. they seem. especially interested in forest spirits like Dave.)

However, they're most interested in. Mark. due to how "tethered" to the Forest he is. In fact, he's a crucial part in their plan, due to how potentially deadly he can be, and how he's literally a living hive of shadows.

[writinginthedarkwood]

Kistune! Todoroki Part 2.

 A sequel to my most popular post! Part one is here -> https://writinginthedarkwood.tumblr.com/post/188178949954/kitsune-todoroki-a-mischievous-encounter (I have no clue how to make my links small someone send help plz lmao)

Warnings: nsfw. I know what you sinners want.

“Good morning Master Shoto.” The air smelled very crisp and clean like it does everyday. I took a deep breath as my feet padded gently across the stone floor towards the meditating yokai. I brought the tray of tea to the flat rock in front of him and set it down. The porcelain clattered just a bit against the wooden tray, I began our morning routine by pouring him his cup first, and then mine.

Shoto took a deep breath, his ear twitching a bit to the sound of the birds crying above us, large twisted looking things with beady eyes. “We have a few black birds visiting our shrine today Master Shoto.” I smiled a bit, speaking quietly. Shoto loved to hear the sounds of the morning, nothing more relaxing to him then the sunshine slowly heating up the day while all of the forests creatures woke up. Shoto opened one eye, his face twisting suspiciously as he looked around. “Crows... never really liked them much.” He spit out just above a whisper. The large birds cawed loudly, their screeches much louder than the singing birds we usually hear. Shoto sighed and uncrossed his legs, pulling himself up to stand and look at the roof of our home. “Did you need something?” He asked sternly. “Or did you come all this way to ruin my morning and ruin my morning alone?”

The big black birds flapped their wings, rushing off of the roof and into the air, spiraling around Shoto. Midnight black feathers fell off of the birds into a pile at Shoto’s feet. The birds flew away in a perfect “V” formation.

Shoto picked one of the feathers off of the ground and twirled it in his finger for a moment. “How strange...” I said under my breath. The feather changed shape with an electric “pop” Shoto dropped it quickly, a yellow tinted piece of paper floated gently to the ground. I quickly picked it up for him, handing him the paper to read it over.

“Ah, it seems that I’ve been invited to a wedding, my love.” Shoto folded the paper in half and handed it to me. “Would you please put this somewhere for safe keeping?” I nodded my head yes and kissed his cheek.

Shoto didn’t explicitly state that I COULDN’T read the letter for myself... but he didn’t exactly offer for me the chance... I tossed the idea around in my head for just a moment before quickly unfolding the paper.

It was letters I didn’t understand at all. I’ve been quite proud of my reading comprehension skills, I can even speak some languages in the West but... I’ve never seen characters quite like this before.

I pouted and put the paper in kitchen where I could easily find it.

All afternoon I followed Shoto as he walked the grounds. We spend a lot of our day’s gardening together. Shoto doesn’t think it’s safe for me to spend time outside of our home without him. I haven’t noticed many differences these past few weeks from the village, the weather is the same, the animals are the same, the sun rises and sets at a normal time... yet I can tell I’m somewhere different than before.

Something in the air is different, like I’m somehow walking a dream.

“Look now darling!” Shoto called to me. I turned to look over my shoulder. I was sitting crouched by our collection of orchids. Shoto proudly pointed above his head to the branches of our persimmon tree. “It’s fruiting.” He can be so stoic at times, his face often showing little emotion. I smiled brightly at the beaming kitsune. “Could I try one Master Shoto?” I wiped the dirt off of my hands onto my apron. I walked to him and he cupped my face gently. His thumb brushed over my cheek. “You have dirt on you, silly human.” His angelic face smirked at me, his mysterious eyes staring at me with all of the love in his heart. Without breaking eye contact, he stuck his palm out, a persimmon falling perfectly into his hand. He studied the fruit before taking a bite out of it. I reached for the treat to take a bite myself and he pulled the fruit away. “This one is for me! You’ll have to get your own little-” I snatched the persimmon out of his hand, interrupting him and quickly taking a huge bite. “Why you-” He chased me around the tree, grabbing at my yukata and laughing his deep raspy laugh. I dodged his grasp and giggled as I ran from him through our flowers and herbs. “You can’t catch me!” I called out, my bare feet carrying me quickly through the weaving pathway.

“Oh can’t I?” Shoto popped in front of me, his form appearing in a blink of the eye. I gasped and collided with his chest, knocking us both over. The persimmon rolled into the mud, as we both laughed. His chest rumbled with me on top of him, I laid my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck between fits of giggles.

We settled a bit and his eyes lingered over my mouth. Without a thought we connected, our lips brushing together softly.

The sound of loud branches cracking broke our kiss. My head snapped up and Shoto rolled me gently off of his chest and onto the ground. He looked around, his face cold as he listened for movement. His ears moved with the sound of the wind, his eyes didn’t leave the tree line.

He sniffed the air and placed an arm over my chest. “Go inside and sit by the shrine.” His voice was steady, completely focused. “Wh-what is it Shoto?”

A low throat growl slipped past his lips as he commanded me. “Now.”

I sprinted inside of our home and threw our bedroom door open. The fountain trickled happily with the bonzai tree’s roots pulsing as it drank up the crystal clear water. I sat on the ground and scooted close to the stone, not exactly sure how close I’m supposed to sit. I let my back touch the fountain and I waited in eerie silence.

It was only a few moments before I heard Shoto call my name. He opened the sliding paper door.

With him was a strange looking man. He wore dark clothes, and had wild yellow hair. He had huge black wings folded against his back, and his smile was wide and oddly, not kind.

I stood and bowed to the guest, nobody has come to visit us before. “This is my servant, Y/N. Would you like her to make us some tea, Kaminari?” The man stepped further inside of the room, his eyes wandering around to the ceiling, the floor, the shrine, and finally back to me.

“Kind of a quaint place you have here Todoroki. Didn’t your style used to be more... grand?” He talked to Shoto without breaking his gaze from me. I shifted uncomfortably and looked to Shoto for some type of guidance. His eyes were locked onto the back of this mans head. “The name is Kaminari! I’m the leader of a Tengu clan that’s settled in the Western world...” He tilted his head as he looked me over. “A little birdy told me Shoto had taken a human mate...” He chuckled a bit. “I didn’t believe that could be true... I mean humans aren’t really his style...”

“I already told you Kaminari, she’s my servant. We made a deal.” Kaminari laughed and put a hand on my shoulder. Shoto tensed up, but didn’t move. “See I found myself a gorgeous human girl of my own, I bought her from some scuzz bag in this dinky town I’m running.” He clicked his tongue. “Of course I had to invite my old buddy to see this bachelor finally get off the market! I thought for a minute maybe you were copying me, but sense she’s just a servant...” He put another hand on my other shoulder, giving me a light shake. I didn’t dare move. “How much do you want for her? My clan mates are really jealous, they had no clue humans could make good mates.” He put to fingers on my chin and pinched. “She’s pretty cute, Sero would be more than happy to mate with this one.” I swallowed hard, my body trembled as his thumbs hooked onto my shoulder blade, a strange sensation rippling over my skin. It felt like the air after  a lightning storm, but on my body.

“Sorry, she’s not for sale.” Shoto crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. “Oh come on, a lady of such high quality shouldn’t be limited to working her whole life.” He grabbed a strand of my hair and twirled it in his fingers. “What was the price you paid to be indebted to such a monster little dove? Whatever it is I’ll pay it.”

My voice caught in my throat and I looked down at the floor. “P-please don’t call Master Shoto a monster...” I didn’t dare look him in the face. His breath was cold against the back of my neck. “And why not? He has you locked in this shabby little shack, tilling his gardens and pouring him tea? My clan is very wealthy, my brother would treat you well, give you beautiful little half breed children.”

The sound of something sharp whistled through the air, the tengu was torn away from me and slammed against the wall. Kaminari laughed, he ripped an icicle out of his jacket that had him pinned to the wood. He tossed it to the ground with a smile. Something burned in Shoto’s eyes, his finger was pointed at the tengu, ice forming around his wrist.

“Enough is enough, Kaminari.” Shoto hissed through clenched teeth.

I rushed to Shoto and hid behind him, touching his back and hiding part of my face behind his long hair. “Just a servant then, huh kitsune?” He held his hands in the air with a smug smile. “You don’t have to lie to your old pal. I won’t tell your little secret, but uh, I’ll let you know.” He shook his shoulders and his wings expanded, a harsh breeze rushing across the room with a spray of feathers. “I’m not the only one that’s caught scent of your little...” He thought for a moment. “Well, whatever you two are. If you were planning on making things official... I’d do it soon.” He straightened out his coat and winked at the two of us before disappearing in a gust of black feathers.

We ate dinner in relative silence. Shoto could see I had a million questions racing in my mind, the tension in the air was thick enough to cut it with the knife he was using to cut our meat. “The rabbit you caught came out delicious. Do you like these spices with it Shoto?” He nodded a bit, looking over my head at the wall. After the tengu left, Shoto spent the rest of the day meditating on the roof. I prepared dinner and sang to myself, trying to keep busy when I’m itching to push him for explanations.

I don’t feel like a servant, I love to make his meals and tea. I love keeping our clothes clean, the shrine beautiful and our plants happy.

We dance at night time to the sounds of singing crickets. They chirp unnatural melodies, sounding more like violins than any bug I’ve heard. No I don’t feel like a servant at all, I love my life with him.

I love him.

“Why don’t we star gaze tonight? I think I saw a shooting star the other night and I want to see another.” I just about cleared my plate of the rest of the rice. I sipped my water, eyeing Shoto to see if he had anything to add to the conversation. Shoto laid his head on his hand and winced in pain. He groaned and took a jagged breath. “Shoto love? Are you alright?” I reached to touch his hand and he pulled away. Shoto’s eye’s burned bright red, glowing from behind his finger tips. I recoiled, not in fear but in shock. He stood quickly from our meal and headed for the door. “Shoto!” I crossed my arms and furrowed my brow at him. “Please tell me what’s going on.” He stumbled a bit in the doorway, shaking his head and shivering. “It’s nothing.” His eyes were normal. He opened the door and the night air crept in, giving me a bit of a chill. “I’ll be back in a little bit.” He shut the door behind him with a slam. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, why the sudden attitude? I cleared out our dinner bowls and scraped them clean. I guess with all of the chores done and the sudden alone time, I could take a bath and wash off today’s strange aura. I grabbed my favorite soap scented with lavender and a clean cloth towel off of the drying line.

Our bath house is built over a natural hot spring, the hot water is surrounded by smooth stone. The simple wooden walls connect at a point on the ceiling, leaving a small round hole for the moon to shine through.

The soap ran across my skin and lathered. I hummed to myself, I scrunched my hair over the edge of the water into a bucket, letting the suds reach deep to my skull. I hate to get too much soap in the spring, but it always seems to find a way to filter out.

I finished washing my hair and laid my head against the rock and closed my eyes, just letting the cool texture create a contrast that eased some of the tension I carried in my neck today.

The door slid open, the walls shaking a bit as the flimsy wood clashed against the wall. I didn’t open my eyes, if Shoto would like to continue throwing a tantrum, that was his choice. I tried not to smile, I don’t want him to know how happy I am he caught me in such an intimate moment. “Hello Master.” I said through a straight mouth.

“Get out of the water.” His voice sounded hollow, like he was in several places at once. The tone low and incredibly raspy. I opened one eye and peered at him.

My jaw dropped and I gasped. “Shoto...?” His eyes were burning with a furious light, his beautiful kimono was gone, naked with his member completely alert. He had a strange new addition to his body, he had a tail. No, several tails floating behind him like they were blowing in the wind. His jagged and sharp teeth bit down onto his lip, drawing a bit of golden blood. He was over to me in a second, pulling me out of the water and pressing me against the stone. My breath caught in my chest, his lips smashing down on top of mine. His teeth knocked against mine, his tongue jamming into my mouth. I pressed both of my hands onto his shoulders and pushed, gasping for air. “What has gotten into you?” Shoto let out a low animalistic growl. His chest was heaving, his breath very shallow like he wasn’t getting any air. “Listen I-” He traced his hands up the side of my body, his fingers drinking up all of the details of my skin. I closed my eyes, his touch making me practically purr. “I need you... I’m going to take you right now.” He pulled my hips to sit center underneath of him, adjusting me so that he could put himself between my legs. “Master...” My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he positioned his tip to fit between my clenched walls. He massaged the area for just a second before stuffing his cock right into me. He wasted no time working up a pace. He thrust into me with wild fever, holding my hips pinned down against the floor. His thumbs dug into my flesh, sure to leave little marks tomorrow. I couldn’t control the sounds leaving my mouth, little moans slipping out. He bit down on my neck, not slowing down his pace at all. I cried out, his teeth sharp and drawing a bit of blood. “Shh, shh love.” He groaned in my ear. “You need a mark from me...” He kissed over the tender spot on my neck. “Sh-shoto.. hng~” I gripped onto his back, my heat pooled onto him. The sound of him slipping into me was loud and slick, he slowed just a bit, every inch of him filling my hole. My sensitivity was building, the pressure built in my core. “Do you like taking my cock Y/N?” He nipped at my ear lobe. “Y-yes Master.” He stopped thrusting, holding his cock deep inside of me but completely still. “I can’t let any other creature have you.” He held my face, kissing along my jaw line between words. “I don’t want anyone else Master...” He smiled against my skin, pulling out of me suddenly. The pressure inside of me halted, my stomach rolled as my body begged to have a climax. Shoto pulled me off of the stone and flipped me to my knees. He bent my body forward, my face pressed against the rock. He grabbed both of my hands and held them behind my back, his strength keeping me suspended in the air just off of the ground. His hips bucked into me, bouncing me against him over and over again with a hypnotic pattern. I can’t do anything but cry out, repeating his name over and over again as my body burned. The sounds he was making were absolutely primal, he growled viciously, fucking me with every bit of his strength. I screamed, my walls clenching around him as my body rocked with pleasure. His breath hitched, his body tensed up, his hands wrapping tighter around my wrists. “Your pleasure is milking me-” He pressed himself against me as hard as he could.

Ropes of cum spilled out of him and against my cervix. He came with enough volume that the virile fluid spilled out and onto my thighs. He took a moment to take a deep breath before pressing me flat against the stone, letting my arms go. His chest pressed against my back, his breath tickled the back of my neck. “I’m not finished with you yet. You’ll be taking my load until dawn breaks.”

I studied the interesting mark in the glass mirror. The morning light shown through the window. It didn’t look like a normal bite mark, it resembled more of a tattoo. Where the teeth marks should have been were actually dots in the pattern of a blue orchid. “My mark looks beautiful on you.” Shoto sat behind me holding my waist with his strong arms. “What does it mean?” I rested my head on him, letting his wandering hands soothe me. “It means that you are my mate.” He hesitated for a moment, admiring it on me before finishing his thought. “I go through reproductive cycles. There will be nights like last night where I...” He almost looked embarrassed, but if you didn’t know him as well as I you would never notice. “I just feel the urge to breed.”

I let out a giggle and he frowned. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Of course not. It feels good to be wanted that badly.” My body felt very sore. It’s hard to keep up with the stamina of such a ravenous beast. “I think seeing that tengu touch you unlocked a side of me I have been repressing for a long time now.” He kissed my cheek. “I love you Shoto. I’m happy to be your... mate.” I giggled and he squeezed me tighter. “I love you my little human, and I will until the sun dies.”

Have you read Tengu Kaminari’s story? It’s tagged under # inthewoods yokai if you haven’t :)

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