#hunter hazelnut

[rileydaisy]

Hunter Hazelnut OC.🥜

[sparksandstormss]

Everyone.

still one of my favorite peices, despite being made last october.

[dixons-sunshine]

Spot Of Tea | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Marrying Daryl was one of the best decisions you ever made. He was no longer the hot-headed, rude hunter from the quarry who you couldn't stand. Instead, he was someone who you'd come to love above all else, someone who you bled with and shared a beautiful baby girl with. And just when you thought you couldn't love your husband more, he just had to go and have a cute little teaparty with your daughter.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, pre the building of the bridge.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: Back at it again with another Dad!Daryl fic, and this one was inspired by @louifaith's amazing idea! This was so cute and I just had to write this. Domesticity with Daryl is my favourite genre. I hope you like this!

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

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The sun was just starting to set. Everyone was starting to retreat into their homes for the night and the people on guard were switching shifts with the people on night shift. You were done for the day, a successful day's work in the infirmary adding a bounce to your step as you walked up the porch stairs and into your shared home with Daryl, locking the door behind you and shedding your coat.

The house was eerily silent. Daryl had sustained an injury while on a run and had been given the week off by Rick to heal. Although your husband had initially been against the idea, one look from you had shut any protests down—being the community's nurse and his wife gave you that advantage. It was already day three and he'd been spending all of his time with Hazel, your daughter. Each night you'd come home to find him watching some old cartoons he'd found tapes of with her in the living room, all cuddled up under a big, fuzzy, comfortable blanket.

So where were they that night, and why was it so quiet?

“Daryl?” you called out after searching the first floor of your small home with no sign of the archer or your daughter. You started descending up the stairs, but stopped when you got to the top. You could hear your three year old's voice coming from her room, soon followed by Daryl's own.

You walked down the hallway and into her room, stopping in the doorway at the sight that you met; your daughter sitting down on the ground in front of her bed, surrounded by her stuffed toys with the plastic tea set Daryl had found for her in the middle, with the archer himself sitting on the opposite side of her. The big, gruff man was "drinking" from the plastic teacup, sporting a plastic tiara. Hazel was happily babbling on, and Daryl was looking at her fondly, a small smile on his face as he hummed in agreement to whatever she said.

You leaned against the doorway with an amused smile on your face, silently observing your husband dutifully playing out Hazel's storyline. They hadn't noticed your presence yet, and you jumped at the opportunity to admire the two most important people in your life.

“Do you want some more tea, Daddy?” Hazel asked, pouring the imaginary tea into the cups of the stuffed animals surrounding her.

Daryl nodded and extended the plastic cup in her direction. “Yeah, 'course I do. Ya make the best tea in the land.”

Hazel giggled and poured the imaginary tea into Daryl's cup. “There you go, Daddy.”

“Thanks, Princess Hazelnut,” Daryl thanked her, taking a sip from the plastic cup and humming in approval. “Tastes good. Wha'd ya put in this?”

“My secret recipe,” Hazel responded with a giggle, placing the plastic teapot down on the ground, picking up her own cup. “You look pretty, Daddy. Like a real princess.”

Daryl chuckled and patted at the tiara on his head. “S'the crown. S'makin' me look like royalty.”

“Yeah, the look suits you,” you voiced, finally making Hazel and Daryl aware of your presence.

Hazel dropped the plastic teacup in her hands and hastily got up, rushing over to you. “Mama!”

You crouched down to catch her in your arms, picking her up and placing sweet, soft little kisses on her face. “Hey, baby,” you greeted her, an affectionate smile on your face. “Were you and Daddy having fun?”

“'Course we were,” Daryl chipped in, slowly getting up from the floor due to the injury on his leg. He walked with a noticable limp over to you, ruffling Hazel's hair. “We always have fun. Ain't tha' righ', Hazelnut?”

Hazel giggled and buried her face into your shoulder. “Yeah. Daddy played princesses and tea parties with me.”

“Yeah. 'M Princess Dana of the Forest Kingdom. This lil' one is Princess Hazelnut of the Fairy Kingdom. We were jus' meetin' up to form an alliance to fight against the dangerous Fire Tribe, who wants to destroy the forest and all the animals in my kingdom. We need the help of Princess Hazelnut and the Fairy Warriors to defeat them once and fer all,” Daryl explained, using a deeper voice for dramatic effect.

“Well I'm sorry I interrupted your meeting. Do you want me to leave?” you asked teasingly, sending the archer a playful smile over your daughter's head.

Hazel shook her head. “No. Daddy and I will finish tomorrow.”

“Well, I've got the day off tomorrow. Would you mind if I joined you two?”

“Yay! Mama's gonna join us, Daddy!” Hazel exclaimed happily, hugging you tighter.

Daryl smiled fondly at Hazel, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Yeah, I heard tha', Hazelnut. Mama's gon' help us defeat the Fire Tribe. They will no longer hurt the animals in my kingdom.”

“Yeah! Mama's gonna help us win!”

You laughed lightly at their theatrics, shaking your head. You placed another kiss on Hazel's forehead before placing her back down on the ground. “Why don't you go wash your hands and wait for me and Daddy downstairs? If you promise to be good, there will be a surprise for you after dinner.”

“A surprise? Yay! Thank you, Mama!” Hazel exclaimed, hugging your legs tightly before bounding out of the room excitedly.

You chuckled affectionately at the little girl that brought so much light into your life. It amazed you how one small human being could fill a hole in your heart that you hadn't even realised existed before. Hazel was your pride and joy, your baby girl who you'd go to great lengths to protect, as would Daryl.

You turned back towards the archer and gave him an amused smile. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Daryl mused, stepping forward to place his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “How was yer day?”

“Not as eventful as yours, I'm guessing,” you teased, laughing lightly. You gently took the tiara from his head, inspecting it. “Gotta say, though, the whole "Princess Dana" thing suits you. Never would've guessed it was you with this tiara on. You looked really pretty.”

“Stop,” Daryl said with a chuckle. “Hazel asked me to wear the tiara. It made the story more believable.”

“It sounds like a good storyline. I'm actually invested now, and I wonder how the two of you are gonna work me into the story.”

“Hazel will figure it out. She's a real creative kid. She has a big imagination,” Daryl replied, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over your hip in a gentle caress. “She's amazin'.”

“Just like her daddy,” you responded, gazing up at your husband lovingly.

Daryl scoffed and ducked his head, but you didn't miss the way his lips twitched up into a small smile. “Nah, she got it from her mama. She's a mini ya.”

“I don't think so, but okay,” you relented, dropping the tiara on the bed before wrapping your arms around his neck. “She's perfect.”

Daryl hummed. “Jus' like her mama,” he whispered before capturing your lips with his, kissing you sweetly and lovingly.

The kiss ended all too soon for your liking, but you remembered that you had a toddler waiting for you downstairs. “We should probably get her fed and ready for bed.”

“Yeah,” Daryl agreed, taking a step back. “Wha' surprise do ya have fer Hazel?”

“Cookies.”

“Who made them?”

“Carol. She dropped them off earlier before she went back to the Kingdom,” you explained, before leaning up to whisper something in his ear. “If we get Hazel to bed early enough, I'll show you what surprise I have for you.”

Daryl Dixon loves his daughter. She is his little girl and he would do anything for her, including dressing up as a princess for tea parties. He enjoys her company and wished to be in it 24/7. He'd kill anything that tried to hurt her and he'd die protecting her.

But at that moment, Daryl wanted to get her to bed and asleep as quickly as humanly possible. As much as he loved her, he had another idea of fun that involved only you, the love of his life, a bed, and no tea sets.

[greenwitchcrafts]

October 2024 Witch Guide

New Moon: October 2nd

First Quarter: October 10th

Full moon: October 17th

Last Quarter: October 24th

Sabbats: Samhain- October 31st-November 1st

October Hunter's Moon

Also known as: Blood Moon, Drying Rice Moon, Falling leaf Moon, Freezing Moon, Harvest Moon, Migration Moon, Moon of the Changing Season, Sanguine Moon,, Shedding Moon, Ten Colds Moon, Winterfelleth & Windermanoth

Element: Air

Zodiac: Libra & Scorpio

Nature spirts: Frost Faeries & Plant Faeries

Deities: Apollo, Astarte, Belili, Cernunnos, Demeter, Hathor, Herne, Horned God, Ishtar, Lakshmi & Mercury

Animals: Elephant, jackal, ram, scorpion & stag

Birds: Crow, heron & robin

Trees: Acacia,apple, cypress & yew

Herbs: Angelica, burdock, catnip, pennyroyal, sweet Annie, thyme & uva ursi

Flowers: Apple blossom, calendula, cosmos & marigold

Scents: Apple blossom, cherry & strawberry

Stones: Amethyst, beryl, cat's eye, chrysoberyl, citrine, obsidian, opal, sapphire, tourmaline & turquoise

Colors: Black, blue, dark blue, blue-green & purple

Issues, intentions & powers: Cooperation, darkness, divination, healing & hope

Energy: Artistic works, creativity, harmony, inner cleansing, justice, karma, legal matters, mental stimulation, partnerships, reincarnation & uncovering mysteries or secrets

The Harvest Moon is the full Moon that occurs nearest to the autumnal equinox date (September 22, 2024). This means that either September or October’s full Moon may take on the name “Harvest Moon” instead of its traditional name. Similarly, the Hunter’s Moon is the first full Moon to follow the Harvest Moon, meaning it can occur in either October or November.

The Harvest Moon & the Hunter’s Moon are unique in that they are not directly related to this folklore or restricted to a single month. Instead, they are tied to an astronomical event: the autumnal equinox!

• October’s full Hunter Moon orbits closer to Earth than any of the other full Moons this year, making one of the four supermoons of 2024!  As the Moon drifts over the horizon around sunset, it may appear larger & more orange—how perfect for the fall season!

It is believed that this name originates from the fact that it was a signal for hunters to prepare for the upcoming cold winter by going hunting. This is because animals were beginning to fatten up in preparation for the winter season. Moreover, since fields had recently been cleared out under the Harvest Moon, hunters could easily spot deer & other animals that had come out to search for remaining scraps. Additionally, foxes & wolves would also come out to prey on these animals.

Samhain

Known as: Ancestor's night, Feast of Apples, Feast of Sam-fuim, Feast of Souls, Feast of the Dead, Geimhreadh, Hallowmass, Martinmass, Old Hallowmass, Pagan New Year, Samana, Samhuinn, Samonios & Shadowfest

Season: Autumn

Element: Water

Symbols: Apples, bats, besom, black cats, cauldrons, ghosts, gourds, jack-o-lanterns, pumpkins, scarecrows & witches

Colors: Black, gold, orange, silver & white

Oils/Incense: Basil, cloves, copal, frankincense, gum mastic, heather, heliotrope, mint, myrrh & nutmeg

Animals: Bat, bear, boar, cat, cattle & dog

Stones: Amber, anatase, black calcite, black obsidian, black tourmaline, bras, carnelian, clear quartz, diamond, garnet, gold, granite, hematite, iron, jet, marble, onyx, pearl, pyrite, ruby, sandstone, sardonyx, smokey quartz, steel & tektite

Food: Apples, ale, beef, cider, corn, nuts, fruit, garlic, gourds, grains, hazelnuts, herbal teas, mushroom, nettle, nuts, pears, pomegranates, pork, poultry, pumpkin pie, sunflower seeds, thistle, turnips & wine (mulled)

Herbs/Plants: Acorn, allspice, angelica, besom, catnip, corn, deadly nightshades, dittany of Crete, fumitory, garlic, mandrake, mugwort, mullein, oak leaves, patchouli, reed, rosemary, rue, sage, straw, tarragon, thistle & wormwood

Flowers:  Calendula, chrysanthemum & heather

Trees: Apple, beech, buckthorn, hazel, pine, locust, pomegranate, willow, witch hazel, yellow cedar & yew

Magical: Faeries

Goddesses: Al-Lat, Baba Yaga, Badb, Bast, Bebhionn, Bronach, Brunhilde, Cailleach, Carlin, Cassandra, Cerridwen, Copper Woman, Crobh Dearg, Devanyani, Dolya, Edda, Elli, Eris, Erishkigal, Fortuna, Frau Holde, Hecate, Hel, Mania, The Morrigan, Nemisis & Nicneven

Gods: Arawn, Baron Samede, Chronus,The Dagda, Dis, Hades, Nefertum, Osiris, Pluto, Woden & Xocatl

Spellwork: Divination, fire magick, night magick, shape-shifting, spirit calling & water magick

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Crossroads, darkness, death, divination, honor, introspection, otherworldly/underworld, release, visions & wisdom

Activities:

•Dedicate an altar to loved ones who have passed

• Boil a simmer pot to cleanse your space

• Have a silent dinner

• Light a candle for your loved ones & yourself

• Decorate your house and/or altar

• Release negative energy & cleanse yourself with a ritual bath

• Pull tarot cards to see what may be in store for you ahead

• Cleanse, clean & de-clutter your space

• Host or attend a bonfire

• Leave offerings for the Sídhe

• Journal & reflect on your accomplishments, challenges & everything you did this year

•Go on a nature walk

• Learn a new form of divination

• Have a bonfire with your friends and/or family

• Carve pumpkins, turnips or apples

• Express yourself creatively through art, music, ect

• Visit a cemetery & help clean off areas that need it or to visit a family member/ ancestor & leave an offering

• Hold a seance

• Bake spooky treats & bread as offerings

• Refresh your protection magicks, sigils & rituals

Samhain is about halfway between the autumnal equinox & winter solstice. It is one of the four Gaelic seasonal festivals along with Imbolc, Beltane, & Lughnasa. Historically it was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland, & the Isle of Man. 

Samhain is believed to have Celtic pagan origins &  some Neolithic passage tombs in Great Britain & Ireland are aligned with the sunrise at the time of Samhain. It is mentioned in the earliest Irish literature, from the 9th century & is associated with many important events in Irish mythology.

The early literature says great gatherings & feasts marked Samhain when the ancient burial mounds were open, which were seen as portals to the Otherworld. Some of the literature also associates Samhain with bonfires & sacrifices.

• According to Irish mythology, Samhain (like Beltane) was a time when the 'doorways' to the Otherworld opened, allowing supernatural beings and the souls of the dead to come into our world; while Beltane was a summer festival for the living, Samhain "was essentially a festival for the dead".

•The festival was not recorded in detail until the early modern era. It was when cattle were brought down from the summer pastures & livestock were slaughtered. Special bonfires were lit, which were deemed to have protective & cleansing powers.

At Samhain, the aos sí were appeased with offerings of food & drink to ensure the people & livestock survived the winter. The souls of dead kin were also thought to revisit their homes seeking hospitality & a place was set at the table for them during a meal. Divination was also a big part of the festival & often involved nuts & apples.

Mumming & guising were part of the festival from at least the early modern era, whereby people went door-to-door in costume, reciting verses in exchange for food. The costumes may have been a way of imitating & disguising oneself from the aos sí. 

• In the late 19th century, John Rhys and James Frazer suggested it had been the "Celtic New Year", but that is disputed.

Some believe it is the time of The Goddess' mourning the death of The God until his rebirth at Yule. The Goddess' sadness can be seen in the shortening, darkening days & the arrival or cold weather.

Related festivals:

• Halloween( October 31st)-

In popular culture, the day has become a celebration of horror, being associated with the macabre and supernatural.

•One theory holds that many Halloween traditions were influenced by Celtic harvest festivals, particularly the Gaelic festival Samhain, which are believed to have pagan roots. Some go further & suggest that Samhain may have been Christianized as All Hallow's Day, along with its eve, by the early Church. Other academics believe Halloween began solely as a Christian holiday, being the vigil of All Hallow's Day.

Popular Halloween activities include trick-or-treating (or the related guising & ghouling), attending Halloween costume parties, carving pumpkins or turnips into jack-o'-lanterns, lighting bonfires, apple bobbing, divination games, playing pranks, visiting haunted attractions, telling scary stories, & watching horror or Halloween-themed films

• Day of the Dead(November 1st-2nd)-

 el Día de Muertos or el Día de los Muertos

The multi-day holiday involves family & friends gathering to pay respects & to remember friends & family members who have died. These celebrations can take a humorous tone, as celebrants remember amusing events & anecdotes about the departed. It is widely observed in Mexico, where it largely developed, and is also observed in other places, especially by people of Mexican heritage.

•The observance falls during the Christian period of Allhallowtide.

Traditions connected with the holiday include honoring the deceased using calaveras & marigold flowers known as cempazúchitl, building home altars called ofrendas with the favorite foods & beverages of the departed & visiting graves with these items as gifts for the deceased.

 The celebration is not solely focused on the dead, as it is also common to give gifts to friends such as candy sugar skulls, to share traditional pan de muerto with family & friends, & to write light-hearted & often irreverent verses in the form of mock epitaphs dedicated to living friends & acquaintances, a literary form known as calaveras literarias.

 Some argue that there are Indigenous Mexican or ancient Aztec influences that account for the custom & it has become a way to remember those forebears of Mexican culture.

• All Saint's Day(November 1st)- 

Also known as All Hallows' Day or the Feast of All Saints is a Christian solemnity celebrated in honour of all the saints of the Church, whether they are known or unknown.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[andmaybegayer]

roasted some of those hazelnuts. Made me go hunt down that quote from that forest gardens of Europe blog post:

Hazel was the original Tree of Life for Mesolithic Europeans. The nuts are about 60% fat and 20% carbohydrates, and contain a wide range of proteins, vitamins and minerals - a few handfuls can cover most of a person’s daily energy needs. Its branches, tall and flexible but slender enough to cut with a flint axe, were used for tools and firewood. Mesolithic thatched huts were often made with hazelwood beams. From cradle to grave, the people of Mesolithic Europe relied on hazel more than any other single plant. Excavations of habitation sites from this period can turn up hundreds of thousands of roasted hazelnut shells. For over five thousand years, this single plant was the lifegiver to nearly all of Europe’s people.”

— Max Paschall, The Lost Forest Gardens of Europe

I can believe it! I've eaten like, half of these and they're filling. If you were a mesolithic hunter gatherer you could really get a lot done with this shit.

[eezdalf]

We should also consider if the inhabitants of the mega-sites consciously managed their ecosystem to avoid large-scale deforestation... Archaeological studies of their economy suggest a pattern of small-scale gardening, often taking place within the bounds of the settlement, combined with the keeping of livestock, cultivation of orchards, and a wide spectrum of hunting and foraging activities. The diversity is actually remarkable, as is its sustainability. As well as wheat, barley, and pulses, the citizens' plant diet included apples, pears, cherries, sloes, acorns, hazelnuts and apricots. Mega-site dwellers were hunters of red deer, roe deer, and wild boar as well as farmers and foresters. It was 'play farming' on a grand scale: an urban populous supporting itself through small-scale cultivation and herding, combined with an extraordinary array of wild foods. This way of life was by no means 'simple'. As well as managing orchards, gardens, livestock and woodlands, the inhabitants of these cities imported salt in bulk from springs in the eastern Carpathians and the Black Sea littoral. Flint extraction by the ton took place in the Dniestr valley, furnishing material for tools. A household potting industry flourished, its products considered among the finest ceramics of the prehistoric world; and regular supplies of copper flowed in from the Balkans. There is no firm consensus from archaeologists about what sort of social arrangements all this required, but most would agree the logistical challenges were daunting. A surplus was definitely produced, and with it ample potential for some to seize control of the stocks and supplies, to lord it over others or battle for the spoils; but over the eight centuries we find little evidence for warfare or the rise of social elites.

a description of talianki (located in modern day ukraine), a neolithic site from 5,700 years ago (inhabited from roughly 4100 to 3300 bc) from the dawn of everything by davids: graeber and wengrow

once again this book is fantastic - and one of its main theses is that "the agricultural revolution" and some of the conclusions we draw from it are, largely, not true.

the development of farming in human societies is a much much longer and more "playful" process than popular narratives would have us believe. 'agricultural revolution' suggests an on/off switch almost. and the way it's usually taught sees agriculture being "invented" and then spreading like wildfire to take over the globe - only then allowing for true cities and the "necessary evils" they entail. this simply isn't true. an urban, farming society is not automatically doomed to bureaucracy, inequality, and exploitation.

all across the world the archaeological evidence points to the domestication of plants taking literal thousands of years longer than it "ought to." and then, even when the domestication of a wild plant was complete there isn't an immediate rise of huge fields and class stratification (as the popular narrative goes). again - in the magnitude of multiple thousands of years. we have generations upon generations of humans with farming know-how who don't immediately begin a march of politics and inequality precipitated by farming.

agriculture isn't humanity's curse no matter what the memes and capitalists say. we are not doomed to our current ways - we can imagine, we can build, we can create new ways of being. the past is the present is the past. and fuck you capitalism and doomed "human nature" debates. and read the dawn of everything <3

[mianaissante]

A nonsense christmas — jujutsu kaisen, g. satoru 🩰

tags: nsfw, gojo/femreader!!, smut, fingering, mirror sex, degradation kink, creampie, dick grinding, oral

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟.”

୨୧ it is recommended to listen to 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑏�� 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 whilst reading.

minors dni, enjoy ๑

you and your group of friends decided that the school was ass for not giving enough time to celebrate christmas in campus, thus the array of papers and pens on your desk of which will be drawn later on for secret santa.

in all honesty, you didn't really know what you wanted. you were spoiled rotten by your family for being one of the strongest sorcerers, everything was handed down to you with a golden spoon.

everyone was so busy with writing their wishlist you forgot to write in yours.

“ have you written something in yet, [name]?” shoko leaned towards your view, taking a little peak at your blank paper. “ not really, i haven't.”

she laughs, “ you could just ask for a vibrator and i bet you'll get it.”

“ what the fuck? satoru and suguru are here..” you shushed shoko in embarassment, in turn the hazelnut haired girl snorted.

“ like they don't know what a vibrator is.”

you sighed and watched her go back doing her own stuff in her desk, leading you to fixate on the paper you had on your mahogany table.

even if you started going deep in thought, your mind was just a clean slate with nothing in mind. shoko saw this and scooted in front of your table and snatched the paper and your pen from your grasp.

“ just write anything please it'll be an embarassment if i just write in, " buy me anything." ”

the girl in front of you pouted her lips and placed the pen on her chin, acting as though she was giving your wishlist a deep thought. but then, suddenly, her pout slowly emerged into a devilish smirk, one where you can recognize which was up to no good.

“ whatever you're planning, stop.”

“ no.”

she lifted her eyebrow and grinned, “ i've seen the way you look at him..”

“ look at who?”

“ don't try to hide it [name], your body language says you thirst for him.” she wriggles her eyebrows and places the pen on top of the linings of the paper.

she directs her eyes towards the ivory crowned man behind her playfully joking around suguru with that annoying smile you've secretly wanted to kiss off.

“ uhm, no..” you trailed, but shoko wasn't lying.

satoru just pulled you into an insane hormonal adventure which made you do things you've never done before. none of it was clear to you, he just had that effect on your mind.

sometimes late at night you'd recall the way his eyes just bore into your soul as if you were prey and he was your hunter, then suddenly you're beneath your sheets rubbing your thighs together as you stimulate your clit with your dainty fingers underneath your linen panties.

before you knew it, his name was the one you were whimpering for.

middays in the middle of class, you'd find yourself eye fucking him with how he brought himself inside the room. you'd watch his every move, how his adam's apple bobbed whenever he gulped a sip of water, how his eyes would flutter when talking to anyone, how he'd lick his lips whenever it's chapped, how he'd crack his long rosy fingers and knuckles whenever he was stressed.

every new thing about him just made you crazy at night. everytime you closed your eyes, you would be interrupted with fading images of him, then there would be nothing left for you to do than submit to your feverish emotions and fuck yourself at the bare thoughts of him.

you've ridden your pillows thinking of him, humped the side of your bed thinking of him, used your fingers thinking it was his, irresistibly touched yourself thinking it was him.

“ you're eye fucking him right now, [name]. who are you even fooling?” she snickers then giving you the pen, “ write your wishlist now babe, it's clear what you want...more like..who you want.”

shoko stood up and waved, “ taking a bathroom break, let's pick our secret santas when i come back!”

the boys nodded and continued on joking with each other, and you were stuck here writing gojo's name on your wishlist.

hesitant as you were, writing his name wasn't a bad idea, 'no? what's the worse that can happen?

Christmas day finally came and all of you were sat in the common room in your pajamas and santa hats. everyone wore red and black checkered pants with a plain white tee, unfortunately for you..you didn't get that memo.

you stuck out like a sore thumb wearing silk pajamas and a santa hat.

“ alright presents are under the tree, who should go first?” suguru starts, shoko was already on the mat beneath the tree, her eyes locking on her present and her present only.

shoko starts unwrapping her gift, then suguru, then satoru.

they were all pretty satisfied with what they got. you picked shoko's wishlist, and to your surprise she just asked for a rare vivienne westwood lighter necklace.

shoko picked suguru and his wishlist contained of black sweaters and sweatpants, and suguru picked satoru's wishlist which contained of compression shirts and socks.

and where was your present you may ask?

standing there idly.

oh shit, oh fuck.

everyone got their gifts but you, and everyone else had their receivers out..except satoru.

that would mean of one thing and one thing only, he picked your wishlist. what's worse is that his name was present there. his name, solely.

you gulped, seeing how he kept stealing glances toward you. his hands clenched harder on his gifts with furrowed eyebrows, the way he was trying to figure you out made your knees feel like jello.

what would he think of you? god, you didn't want to risk your friendship with him. he was your best friend.

well, your best friend of whom you had sexual fantasies about every night.

you played with the hem of your silk pajamas, lips bitten and eyes diverted to your nails.

from your peripheral vision, you'd see satoru talking to shoko about something, which was quite out of the ordinary.

you shook your thoughts from your mind and coughed, smiling slightly. “ i think the food is here.”

right, you just needed to distract yourself..

red was the color of the bucket of chicken displayed on the table. you were in charge of arranging the plates for everyone, so here you were near the cabinets grabbing utensils to be washed in the sink.

lately there has been some problems in the dorms with mice and cockroaches, you just wanted to make sure the things you guys were using to eat were clean.

“ i'll help you with the plates,” a velvety voice lingered in the vicinity of your nape, hot fanning breath stamping itself onto it.

you immediately turned around to see satoru opening the highest part of the cabinet easily, of course. he had the height to do so.

“ i can manage just fine.” you told him, accidentally stepping backward because of the tight space you two had.

oh...𝘰𝘩.

you felt his body up against yours, it felt warm and cozy, feverish and ingrained. your face winced when you felt the outline of his dick through his pajama pants, and how his left hand slid on your waist. gasping for air, you were.

“hm.” he mumbled, placing four plates on the counter. “ by the way..”

your eyes met his, flustered. he was looking at you with unknowing intent, his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. " we'll talk later."

and with that, he left your side and hang out with suguru.

but one thing has not left your body. his scent, his presence, and his gaze. as you washed the plates, neatly slathering soap on it, you can't help but rub your thighs together with bitten lips.

his voice felt smooth like how honey drips from gravity, you loved it most when he says your name. the thought of how your name ever lingered between his lips made you feel things you can't explain. hot. feverish.

like a need that can not be solved, like a want that can never be given. you felt warm down in your heat, you felt as though you were set ablaze.

what added to the fire was his body, his dick that rubbed gently against the top of your ass and on your lower waist.

you shook your head free from your despicable, and filthy thoughts, you couldn't feel this way, no.

after you placed the plates on the table everyone started eating happily, while you were blinded with pure lust. you couldn't touch your food, let alone eat it...not when the man who made you feel this way sat across you.

it felt like the night was going on farther and farther, harder to reach. it was getting longer than you were expecting, and you just wanted nothing to do but stay in your room to avoid anything that may potentially happen.

you weren't paying attention to the dinner itself, no. you were definitely not paying attention to suguru's stories about his new nintendo ds game.

what were you paying attention to?

him. him and his physique, him and his laughter, him and his deep eyes, him and his..dick. you wondered how his hot body would feel against yours beneath silk sheets, you wondered how his fingers would feel wrapped around your throat, you wondered how he would speak of your name when he's inside you.

god were you frustrated, you needed to be touched, to be felt at ease. your eyes glanced on the set of mashed potatoes, urging yourself to get some but was sidetracked with the sudden warmth colliding with your legs.

you quickly averted your gaze towards the man in front of you, his face unidentifiable with any emotion, however for a quick second you thought you saw a smirk tugging up his pink-ish lips.

he's playing his game, and you were down on your knees. suddenly you felt like you were being suffocated, absolute bliss embracing you. your chest started heaving deeper as you felt his leg gradually reaching your inner thighs. you felt a lump in your throat, it was getting harder to breathe and it was getting harder to focus.

why was he doing this? it was driving you crazy. surroundings soon became mute as you fixated on his legs still caressing yours, you were staring down on your plate but you felt his beast-like stare tearing you down at the second. all you could hear was your heart frantically beating to supply your mind with blood but failing immediately.

you felt as though you lacked of oxygen, lacked of anything at all. you were weak, so weak against him. why must he tease you like this? does he know how often you think of him while cumming late at night?

his eyes were riling you up, he knew what he was doing. what was he up to? you licked your lips, rubbing your thighs together, covering your nose with your hand, feeling red rush your cheeks.

it was like he was waiting for your reactions, vulnerable and greedy. you felt hot, you needed a break.

“ so [name], what was on your wishlist? satoru said he couldn't decide on what to buy for you.”

a voice cleared the lust from your brain, suguru. you faced him and awkwardly laughed, “ i don't remember..” you trailed off, trying to avoid the topic.

“ yeah, [name], why don't you tell them?” shoko added, her face embedded with the intent to tease you.

“ i don't remember what i wrote, sorry..”

you were lying. he knew.

his legs reached further up your silk skirt, teasing your thighs with his skin. “ [name], why don't you help us know what you want?”

“ look i forgot, sorry okay?” you were getting worked up and for what reason exactly?

satoru just took your statement and scoffed, returning in eating his piece of chicken with his hands, not minding your stare. you watched him lick his fingers with a dry throat, feeling dampness in your underwear.

it felt unbearable, you needed to fuck yourself after what happened tonight. you reached for your hot chocolate with whipped cream on the top and drank it nervously.

just when you thought the sinful things happening to you were going to stop, satoru proved it wrong. so fucking wrong.

the clink of a spoon was heard throughout the room and satoru peaked down, saying sorry to everyone quietly. you felt his presence underneath the table, squirming, looking for the spoon that dropped. you tried to think none of it, not until you felt his long fingers caress your inner thighs, a hand on you and the other for the spoon.

you gasped, air thickening and sweat dripping your forehead. your underwear felt tighter than usual, it felt like you were being trapped in your own heat, own lust.

“ i-i'll help you.” you whispered, hectic and agitated for the wrong reasons. as you went down, you saw his eyes locked in yours, as if he was waiting for this moment. in a spur of seconds you saw his fingers had already clasped onto the metal spoon.

he..fuck.

and without hesitation, he removed his hand from your thighs and reached to your lips. his cold calloused hand placing itself on your cheek with the pad of his thumb wiping the cream you hadn't noticed stayed with you. it felt intimate, almost unreal. then he pulled away and licked his thumb in front of you, eyes filled with indescribable feelings.

you gaped at him, you watch him lick every drop of cream on his thumb and pulled it from his lips with a "pop."

“ you taste like chocolate, [name.]”

oh for christ's sake, the things he did! what the fuck was this? he was teasing you, almost making you sexually frustrated with clear intent.

after this godforsaken encounter, he want back up to his chair innocently, as if he didn't make you wet yourself at the mere thought of his fingers licking your juices with how he licked the cream off your lips.

“ it's getting late, 'no? satoru, you better give your gift to [name]..she might feel saddened if you don't.” shoko smiled, “ i'm going to wash the dishes, goodnight guys.”

everyone was finally in their respective rooms and you were in yours, still in your silk pajamas and white stockings. if you were being completely honest, you've been hazed since dinner. you sat quietly on your bed with a lot of things in mind, but something came.

maybe you should clear things with satoru, with the wishlist and all...

so with all your gathered courage, you walked towards satoru's room quietly, trying not to disturb anyone at the moment.

before you could even knock, the door opened swiftly and a hand pulled you in, as if you were as light as a feather. satoru.

he shut the door behind you, leaving a loud "thud" and stood in front of you with a frown, a hand to his chin and tongue clicking in his cheek.

“ were you waiting for me to arrive?” you asked, eyebrows lifted in a curious stand. he nodded and locked the door knob. “ yeah, i was..”

he lifted his arms and placed them outside your body, basically trapping you in front of him. you gulped at the contact and maintained your eyes on him. “ why..?”

“ now you're asking why, [name]? you are such a vixen.”

“ a vixen?” you stared at him with disbelief, “ if we're talking vixen, i think it's you.”

“ then we're both vixens.” he joked, stopping suddenly for a thought.

your heart was beating loudly you knew even he would hear it thumping, the air in his room felt hotter than usual and it was straining you.

his eyes lolled into yours, “ see, i was confused [name]..with what your wishlist meant.” he dwells.

“ initially i thought you were joking with the first thing you wrote, my name. but then i saw the second thing you wrote. now that, that was when i felt like i needed your guidance with how i'll be able to execute your..christmas gift.”

you listened to his words spill out his lips, your eyes fired with flaming desire.

“ so, tell me, [name], how would you like your present to be?”

his words lingered, enveloping your clouded senses with pure lust and filthy thoughts.

“ if i..” his arm left your side to grab a hold of your waist firmly, his huge hands fitting perfectly like a glove at its curve, “ held you like this, would you like it?

you ceased to breathe, it was as if you forgot how to. you watch his hand go up and down, spreading warmth on your skin with his quietly.

his lashes were lowered, stagging a light on his high cheekbones. his lips were with a shine of gloss, licked as if he wanted to kiss you.

" i, I don't know." you try to say firmly, but your voice betrays you, high and breathless.

he frowns again, “ oh come on now, [name]..”

“ you were brave enough to write my name in your wishlist in such a hasty, painstakingly way so confidently, how come now you're melting from my touch?”

you gulped at him, your whole body trembling with intense tension and emotions.

“ not gonna answer me?”

“ how about if i grazed your lips like this..” he whispers, lowering himself on your ear to do so. you felt him within your vicinity, hot and incredulously insatiable. you throw yourself mentally into a street filled with fast racing cars hoping they'd run you over. “ would you like it?”

the pads of his fingers glided on your lips so easily, it tasted sweet, just like the dessert you guys had earlier. then kitten licks on your ear, his hot breath fanning on your cold skin, the contrast making you feel goose skin all over your body.

you picked your nails further in your palms, feeling blood circulate your entirety to somehow increase your temperature. the cold room combined with the hotness of you and satoru's interaction sent you to another space in different time.

more than ever, you felt your lust come washing down your mind. for once, you finally thought that you would get to feel satoru's touch, taste his lips, and feel the hardness of his dick gliding up and down in your own thick slit.

as you thought he'd stop, he didn't, he continued whispering sweet nothings into your ears, nipping on your lobe and smelling your scent.

“ if it's not any of what i said, then tell me [name.] what do you want?”

he finally kissed your neck gently, sucking on it with such care, turning your skin purple with each plump kiss. you couldn't help it, you were horny, you tried to stifle it. you couldn't.

a moan cascaded from your lips at the sudden wetness coming in contact with you, the way he worked his tongue sent a bunch of butterflies wanting to break free from your stomach circulate and flutter. you wanted to escape from him but you couldn't.

you could only surrender and submit to his erratic touches.

“i...i want you.” you whimpered, laying your arms around his neck, pulling his head deeper in your clavicle to kiss you harder. “ hm..?”

“ what did you just say?” satoru sings, bringing his face in front of you with blazing eyes. the dampness in your underwear only felt worse, you felt a second heart beating down there, pulsing for him and his godly body.

it was aching, you needed to be touched. “ i..want you.” you whispered in his ear, feeling feverish with how things are escalating, the need for him to be inside you, his fingers that looked so appetizing whenever he massaged his own flesh, his lips that looked so kissable whenever he had a lollipop to lick.

“ say it again [name.] i want you to be clear with me. what is it that you want from me?”

he dragged his hands from your waist and tore your arms away from his neck, pinning them in both sides of your head. “ don't make me wait...”

you closed your heavy lids from this dream, fluttering it open to see it was in fact real. your eyes never bore away from his, erotically eye fucking him.

“ i want you to fuck me hard, satoru.”

you finally admit it, after all those nights you hid your whimpers of his name, after all those nights you hid your drenched panties by the thought of him, after all those nights you pushed two of your fingers up and down repeatedly inside you thinking it was his.

as if it clicked inside his mind, he immediately lifted you off the ground and slammed you on his beige colored walls, kissing you with so much lust embedded in between each peck.

his lips felt like silk smoothly gliding against yours, it felt divine, better than you could ever imagine. his hands crept onto the flesh of your ass and squeezed it as he brought you towards his bed aggressively.

“ngh-hah..” managing to let out a few gasps of sighs escaped your lips, latching your red plumped up mouth from his. your lips stung as if a bee had flown onto it and your tongue felt numb by how good satoru was at kissing you.

“ say it again [name], say that you want me to fuck the living hell out of you.” he threw you on the bed swiftly, spreading your thighs so that he could be in between you.

“ i want you to fuck me so hard i pass out.” you moaned, feeling his hands venture his way from your hips to your stomach, carefully grazing your clothed body with ease. he dragged his fingers to your sternum to your throat which you gulped when he did.

you were indescribably wet, wanting, begging to be fucked by his vein adorned dick. you can't get him off your skin, like sand between your feet and the smell of sunshine on the beach. he can never leave you.

satoru planted kisses on your neck hastily, a finger coiled around the strap of your silk dress, pulling at it with the want to remove the piece of clothing off of your body.

“ was it true?” he whimpered, kissing you harshly, biting your lips. his lower body grazed with yours and you felt his boner through his pajamas. “ what shoko told me?”

“ what?” you winced at the movement of his rough hips working itself on yours. what had shoko told him? you never mind that, you were trapped with him humping your pussy in tight clothes which distracted you from your drunken words.

your breaths were thickened, minds clouded with greed. you felt yourself exploding at the thought that this was just the start of it all, that things will escalate more and more to something more sinful and enjoyable.

“ that you whimpered my name everytime you cummed yourself to sleep? huh [name]?” he glowered at your face and kissed your lips again, his hips were still working on your heat. he was waving it slowly which sent currents of electricity to your spine then he'd pick up the pace and grind harder on your slit which would make your whole body coil in utter pleasure and tease.

shoko was none of your concern at the moment, it was him and him only. you nodded, ” so what if it was?”

he smirked in between your kisses, “ such a fucking slut for me now aren't you?” you grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled him closer to your face so that he could plant more purpled hickeys on your neck. “ just for you..”

you lolled yourself into licking his jaw as he worked your neck, softly kissing it before taking a huge bite. before you knew it you and him switched positions.

“ you don't know how long i've been craving to peel this flimsy dress off you, [name.]” he grinned, his large hands massaging your ass painstakingly, and the wetness of your pussy was seeping off your underwear.

you sat so innocently on his lap, taking his face with both your hands and kissing... tugging... biting his lips. his boner was caught in front of your pelvis, just below your clit. you rocked your hips sinfully, letting the demons take over you.

you were desperate for this warmth you are oh so evidently chasing, it was in fact undeniable that the way that you controlled your lower body made satoru gulp, lick his dry lips, and want to ruin you messily. until you were shaking in utter pleasure.

you weren't the innocent girl who sat quietly in class and listened, no, you were the girl who fucked herself to sleep with him in your mind.

you hid this side of you from him for so long, and now he was uncovering you slowly. he smugly looked at you getting worked up in your own slick. he noticed how you held a hand on his shoulder as support as you ground yourself into his thickness, how you dragged your lips on his neck to leave trails of unforgivable and unforgettable kisses.

he kissed you back a few times, trying to keep up with your thirst but failed. you were a wolf in sheep's clothing, a fucking vixen in disguise. he himself was a whimpering mess as well, with the way you rocked yourself on his throbbing dick. he just wanted to feel your warmth, your wetness and moist. he wanted to be inside you.

“ [name].” he groaned, your attention quickly turning to his, “ off, take your clothes off.”

you didn't waste any time and peeled the silk dress from your body, as it left you, your tits bounced from being left with the fabric. satoru found this incredibly sexy and took in your breasts with both his hands. “ so fucking beautiful, [name.]”

“ngh—” you whimpered at the touch, and grinded harder. you wanted so badly to cum and finish as quickly as you can. it was painful, more painful than you had thought. usually it was only your thoughts that made you do the things you wanted to, but now your body is craving it as well. and you didn't know how to reach it.

“ you want to come now, princess?” he laughed, controlling your hips with his huge hands. “ do you want my help?” he asks teasingly.

satoru knew you were on edge, he knew with what you're doing, you were never going to feel good. he wanted to show you a side of him only you will experience.

“ i..i do..” you moaned, your grip on his shoulder tightening as your back curves with the way your hips were dipping into his. satoru was fond of watching you like this, all vulnerable and needy. it was unlike you at all, you were always one of the assertive ones during missions. you were the one bossing everyone around but this time, satoru has got you wrapped around his finger.

“beg for it baby, say you want it so bad.” he grinned, stopping you from contacting his clothed dick. you wanted friction, stimulation, you wanted it so fucking bad you didn't hesitate to open your lips to beg for it. “ i need your help, toru..”

and with that, he placed you on the bed, your head on his newly washed pillows and your body sprawled all over his new sheets. he wasted no time and spread your stubborn legs apart, diving into your slick.

“tsk..” he mumbles, “look...your panties are wet..they have been wet for a while, right?” he smiles, suggesting he knew how wet you were during dinner. you gulped at him, your silence meaning yes.

"slut." he remarks, dragging his rosy fingers on the hem of your panties. “lift your hips up, princess.”

you swore you felt something coiling within you with all the pet names he has been calling you. you held a hand on your mouth, nervously staring at satoru doing his thing to you.

you followed his command and he pulled on your underwear to tear it away from your heated body. “what a pretty pussy [name]. this is all for me isn't it?”he spread your legs further away from each other, unveiling your heat to coldness, the change in temperature making you want to pick at your fingers.

satoru sat with deep thoughts, your pussy..pink and pretty.. glistening with how wet it was and with the way the light hit it. some of your juices were seeping and dripping from your tight cunt.

he wanted nothing more but to hammer his thick dick inside you.

“are you a virgin?”

the question making you startled suddenly. you were taken aback but there was no point in lying. “ i am..”

you trailed,“ why?”

he pursed his lips, “ i just wanted to know so i know how much of my desires i need to hold off.” he winks at you and went up.

kissing your cheeks, your jaw, your neck..to leaving trails of hickeys on your collar and sternum, dragging his plump lips from harshly making out a while ago towards your pelvis.

you felt your hips jolt at his touch, sending you shocks of electricity to your brain. just that simple touch made you weak, and you were feeling frustrated for more.

satoru's head dipped between your thighs, his nose colliding with your bare pussy. you whimpered silently, your head burrowing further in his pillows to muffle your lustful moans. “ ngh— hah..hah...mfgh—”

your mouth gaped and your eyes widened at this new feeling, his tongue swirling on your heat. your fingers and your toys couldn't do this the same way satoru did. it felt different, felt better, felt more satisfying.

he started with kitten licks on your cunt, casually tapping his tongue again and again as if to tease you that none of his fingers or his tongue would go in just yet. this sent you to a spiral of pleasure, feeling him delicately handle you with eyes solely focused on your figure.

he was fucking you with his eyes as his tongue did its work, and he stared down at you like he always did in normal days..like you were his prey and he was your hunter.

satoru played his tongue with your inner thighs, sucking on it, leaving purple hickeys. you felt a knot coming in your stomach but never releasing. his hot breath fanning against your cunt, and his cold fingers circling the skin of it.

you felt like you were going frantic.

he enveloped your clit with his lips and started to suck gently, his tongue licking its top. “ mhmmn..” he drunkenly consumed you, his eyelids were heavy. “ you taste so good.”

you bit your lips, toes curling at the sight. you didn't know what to do, all you knew was that you were feeling elated bliss you can never forget.

satoru flicked his tongue on your sensitive clit, sucking it again in the process. you felt his smile beneath your pussy and felt waves of oceans washing over you as he fucked you good with his mouth. your eyes roll back in absolute ecstacy, feeling high at his actions.

your cunt was aching, pulsing, yearning for him, it was undeniable. the room clouded with wet lapping and your erotic moans which satoru paid attention to.

he loved just how vocal you were getting, but the walls of the dorm are paper thin. anything can be heard easily.

he finally left your clit to pay attention to your tight hole, whimpering when he dragged his plump lips towards it. he flatly laid his tongue on your cunt, dragging it upwards relentlessly. your legs shook at the motion, hands clutching the sheets in pure pleasure.

satoru was feeling it too, he felt the tent in his pajamas get more and more harder, harder to resist. the sight of you combusting with the way his tongue played with you made him feel the need to fuck you merciless, to make you scream beneath his soft pillows.

“ i've been waiting to take these damned stockings off the moment i saw them on your legs.” he moaned between your folds, a hand caressing the back of your hips which sent your heart to beat two times faster and your pussy pulsing harder for him. “ hah..hah...” you pant on the pillows, your head laid sideways to avoid eye contact with him.

you didn't like how he was staring you down as he ate you, lapping at your squelching pussy with his eyes darkening at every sound you made.

he was in his own world as you were too, you didn't pay little to no attention him, solely focused on feeling good. what you didn't know was that he stopped playing with your juicy cunt, and you rose a little from the pillows.

“ why'd you stop?” you asked confused, looking for him between your legs. he held your left thigh with one hand, his head tilted in your inner thighs, his teeth sinking on your stockings. your breathing thickened with the way he was holding you, as if he was trying to lock you in. “ i like it better with your stockings on the floor.”

he pulled on your stockings off your leg and did the same with the other. satoru threw it carelessly on the floor and sunk himself further in your pussy.

your lips gaped at the hotness of his mouth, the wetness of it circulating your sensitive bud, you felt yourself arching your back, reaching for his hair to clutch on to. your legs were spasming with his lips sucking on your clit. “ mhmnnn” you whimpered, pushing his head harder on your heat.

the sounds of his movements filled the room, seeming like an enjoyable melody to your erotic mind.

“ you like that baby? you like it when i fuck your needy cunt with my lips?”

you threw your head back, “ yes toru, yes!” you answered breathlessly, feeling as if your chest has been crushed by concrete.

he slurped on your slit, his eyes rolling back at the softness of it. it felt like heaven when he saw how wet you were for him, he didn't know he had this power over you. just the sight of you being a whimpering mess, god it sent him to another galaxy.

your chest heaved heavily, feeling your high come closer faster this time, you were desperate, needy, you wanted it so fucking bad. when you thought this was the good shit, he gave you something more.

he started humming beneath your pussy, vibrations sending a billion sparks of electricity to your spine. “ right— right there toru!” you cried, your thighs clamping on his head and your back rising from the bed.

he didn't mind that you were suffocating him with your thick thighs, he thought it was hot. he held your flesh as his tongue started to speed up on your clit, eyes still boring holes into your soul, a sign of danger coming to your senses.

your hips bucked mindlessly, not within your control. it was your body begging for more, wanting to be fucked like the little slut you were.

“ you want it so bad, [name]?” he fastened, “ you want to come?”

you nodded, eyes shut intensely as your lips fluttered erotic moans softly. “ yes..”

without warning, he slipped in his long dainty fingers, the pads of it gliding on your slick pussy easily. “ ah! hah..” you panted, the hands on his hair clutching harder.

his index finger teased your tight hole, tapping it in and out without penetration. his lips still held onto your clit which didn't help at all. you wanted to explode, you wanted to finish and scream.

“ s—stop teasing..” you moaned.

he hushed you with the pads of his middle finger and index, his lips leaving your bud and he replaced it with his fingers. the difference in texture and hardness made you clamp your thighs on his head again, legs shaking aggressively.

he massaged your hole before dragging it slowly to the hood of your clit, separating to squeeze on your pulsing bud. your hands escaped his head and found itself roaming over your upper body, your erect nipples being played by your fingers.

“ngh..” you whimpered harshly, you were overstimulated yet you weren't getting the high you wanted.

those nights where you used your own fingers felt good, but also inadequate to satisfy your needs, like something was missing. was it the size? was it the roughness? you didn't know, not until now.

your eyes widened at the tip of his fingers entering slowly inside your pussy, your lips gaping. “ hah—” it felt so different, it felt way better, felt good. however you were scared whether it would fit. you struggled with your own fingers, what more if it was him?

you didn't realize it but his fingers fit you perfectly like a glove, the stretch making you feel as if it hurt worse than your own. “ ugh..” you moaned.

your wetness helped with it, you were so turned on, ready for his dick that you tight hole opened for him and him only.

“ so fucking warm, so fucking good...” he grinned, “ look baby, my fingers fit nicely in you.”

you jumped at the movement, it felt harsher, more crueler than yours. he was reaching parts of you that you didn't know you had. lips bitten and eyes rolled back into your sockets, your legs shook aimlessly .

“ you like this, [name]?” he inquires, asking for assurance. you didn't know what to answer, it feels good then it feels good! you groaned at his fingers curling inside your flesh. he stroked it slow then fastened the speed, angled upwards which sent electricity to your brain.

“ faster toru! don't tease me, please..” you begged him, your hips waving to meet his fingers.

you felt your pussy contorting, tightening on him, it was getting cramped up inside and you felt as though you were cumming.

he pumped you again and again with his right hand and his left pressing on your lower abdomen, this action displaying you with endless highs.

“ hah..—hah ah...fuck me so good, toru..” you moaned as you played with your tits.

“ come for me baby, all for me..” he shifted his body for a kiss on your forehead. “ you look so fucking sexy.”

your face contorted in the immense amount of bliss you were feeling, your oceans brimming upwards and it felt like you were blacking out. you wanted to sleep with how good you were feeling.

your legs locked in his neck, your eyes heavy and your toes curling with euphoria splashing in big heaps of waves over you. you were drunk with him and his fingers, his sighs, and his kisses.

“ i can't wait to see my dick buried in your tight pussy baby, fuck..” he groaned, seeing how your body was squirming, legs were shaking. he knew you were coming. he picked up his speed and placed a thumb on your clit, massaging it while he pushed his huge fingers in your hole.

you felt it, fucking finally. you sighed at the feeling, a whimpering mess you were. all you heard was squelching and surprised that you secreted liquid you didn't before.

you were scared of what satoru would think of it, what if he didn't like it? silence stopped when he sucked on his fingers, popping a "p" when he pulled it out in his plump lips like what he did to the cream earlier on.

“ you wet my face, baby..” he laughed, shoving his index inside you again, you were overstimulated to even function.

“ taste yourself,” he placed his finger on your lips, letting your tongue slurp on it suggestively.

you groaned at the texture of him, when suddenly he stopped and stood idly. taking off his shirt and his pajamas that had white stains on it, saying that he probably came while giving you head.

your eyes widened at his boxers, it was bulky at the sight. you knew he was big, but you didn't know that he would be this big.

“ w—will that fit..inside me?”

“ we'll find out baby, don't worry.” he smiles, “ you're gonna take it so well.”

you felt nervous, but your heart was beating faster. your head was screaming to stop but also not, you wanted him inside you. you wanted to feel him buried deep into your pussy.

he pulled himself off the bed, still in his boxers. “ help me take these off, [name.]”

you gulped, you felt adrenaline come over you repeatedly. “ okay..”

you got on your knees, sitting on them as you lifted your hands on the waistband. he held your hands to guide you, “ if you feel like you can't do it, tell me.”

you shook your head and glanced up at him, “ i want you.”

he reached into his drawers, pulling a condom from it. “ put it on me baby.”

he tore it and gave you the damp plastic. you licked your lips, feeling the warmth swelling inside you for worse.

you dragged his boxers downwards until it fell on its own on the floor, when your eyes met back with his pelvis, you were greeted with his dick.

pretty, pink, adorned with veins and curved upwards slightly. its head was significantly bigger in diameter than the rest of his dick. your throat felt dry, he was big.

“ roll it on me.” he commands.

you soon follow and placed the condom on his head, then rolled the plastic down on his dick.

“ i don't think this will fit..” you flickered your eyes at his, your lips pursed with doubt. his fingers felt big enough, his dick? he might break you apart.

“ we'll make it fit.” he says, as if he knew it was going to. “ turn around for me [name].” he mumbled, to which you simply followed.

your back was facing his body, still sitting on your knees. your heart was thumping harder and harder and you felt like passing out, you wanted him inside you.

with a quick second, his large hands forced you to lie down face on the wet sheets, your hands secured on your lower back with his and your hips on display for his eyes to see.

“ look at how wet you are for me, its very endearing.” his long fingers caressed your aching slit, dipping it inside and pumping it. “ put it in toru, fuck...” you whimpered.

he stopped teasing your pussy and slapped your ass, leaving a red mark on your skin. “ ah—hah fuck!” it tingled, it felt so good you wanted more.

“ tell me if it hurts, [name].”

you looked behind and you nodded, your back arched.

he put a knee on the bed, his weight making it imbalanced which caused you to lean on one side. satoru licked his lips full of lust. his dick was throbbing too much and it felt like he was the one being teased by your sex.

he slapped his huge cock on your clit, sending signals of pleasure over you, “ hah...” he then glided it up your hole, then glided it downward, and up again.

you frowned on the sheets, he was playing with you again. your pussy was needing for him, can't he see that? your hips moved aimlessly, backwards to get a feel of him “ ugh..”

“ you're such a slut, [name.] waving your hips like that.” he slapped your ass again. “ ngh—ah!”

satoru liked the way you looked bent down ready for his dick. his hands took both your lower back and placed the head of his dick on your hole. “ if it hurts, i'll stop.” he says and reaches to kiss your cheeks.

you bit your lips and closed your eyes, laying your head down on the bed to focus on him entering you. you didn't use any kind of dildos so you couldn't figure out how this would feel, all your toys were vibrators.

“ ah! ha shit!” you groaned, toes curling at his dick. it felt big and stretched you larger than his fingers. “ it hurts...” you whimpered, half way into it.

he abruptly stopped, pulling out to your disappointment. “ do you want to do it yourself?” he asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

you sit up and nodded, making your way on his lap. you had more control now, like before. his dick tapped on your ass, surprising you with how long it actually was. “ lift your hips up, baby.”

you did and his dick was now in front of you, visually aiding you to see how far up he'll reach inside you. “ its on my belly button..” you whispered. satoru kisses your ear.

you rose up, extending your knees to put the head of his dick on your hole. he guided his length into you as you sank in, you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck as you struggled to handle his dick. you winced into his nape and he sighed at how tight, warm, and wet you were.

“ fuck baby, you feel so good..” he moans, moving your hips with his hands. your mouth gaped open, sighs escaping you. fuck, you were so fucked by him. “ ngh—mfgh—hah!” you whimpered loudly, not being able to control yourself anymore.

he covered your lips, eyes staring on you. “ don't be so loud, [name.] these walls are thin.”

you followed his words drunkenly, letting pleasure circulate your body. without a doubt you were a whimpering mess, wet slapping of skin and aggressive whimpers bounced off his room which made you turned on even more.

“ fuck me so bad toru, fucking shit.” you cursed, throwing your head back in a daze. he smirked at your neediness, realizing his hands weren't doing any of the work now. you felt so tight, so good, his balls contorted with the way your pussy was pulsing on him. he growled at your whimpers, and pushed you off his dick. you bit your lips, it felt painful without the contact of his hardness inside you.

it felt like you were already accustomed to his damned length, like you didn't cry out to him how it wouldn't fit.

you were back to your position again, head down and ass up with your pussy on display. he pumped his dick at you, gazing on your cunt glowing under the moonlight, wet and glistening. “ fuck..” he closed his eyes.

he didn't warn you or anything, he immediately slammed his hips onto your ass, feeling you deeper than before. “ ah!” you yelped in surprise, the speed of his dick making you clutch the sheets and muffling your moans on the bed. “ just like that toru! fuck! faster!” you begged, your voice straining.

his hands found itself entangling with yours, he pulled on it making you rise from your dampness. each time he pounded into you, you felt yourself passing out from how good it felt, like you were in heaven.

you looked like a slut, a fucking whore. your tits bounced as he thrusted his hips into yours harshly, and you felt beads of sweat dropping from your heated body. a knot in your stomach curling again and again when he angled his dick downwards inside you.

“ satoru!” each syllable delayed, vibrating in bliss as he fucked you like you were a flesh light. “ [name], you're so hot, god fucking damn it, why haven't i noticed it sooner?” he groaned, his hips bucking into yours faster.

your heart fluttered at every praise he said, not believing him at all. satoru dragged you upwards, lips pursed into insanity making you sit on him with your back against his hard broad chest.

you bounced on top of him feeling the need to finish, to cum. your head swayed to the side, lips parted into continuous moans you never thought would seep from you. his nose sniffed you like a predator, sinking his teeth into your neck and hands massaging your boobs.

“ sa— hah...hah...to—ughh! ru!” you held his face and kissed him, moaning into his ears provocatively. “ your dick, fuck me satoru it feels so good.”

he kissed you back, his teeth tugging into your bottom lip then diving into your warmth again. “ you're so fucking beautiful, [name]!” he cried, your movements started being more sloppy, you were tired.

he pushed his hips upward, thrusting into your tight hole repeatedly, “ ngh..ahhah..ngh” your desperate moans slipping from your plump lips.

his hands left your boobs, dragging it to your navel which he massaged circles on it, then dragging it to your clit. you gasped at the stimulation, you were being abused in your heat, the pads of his fingers spreading and squeezing your bud then bore circles onto it while the wet squelching of your pussy wallowing up his girthy cock clouded your mind with lust. you were overstimulated.

“ i want you to see how beautiful you are [name].” he growled, turning you around to face him. you moaned loudly, a moan that could be heard in the hallways. his dick drilling you like that, god it was heavenly. you felt his head collide with your gummy walls and the way the curve of his dick stretched everything. “ hah!” you pant.

he picked you up so easily, his feet bringing you to his vanity mirror. “ look at yourself, [name].” he ordered, a thrust came to you afterwards. you forced yourself to look in your reflection, messy and filled with hickeys.

trails of purple from your neck, your chest, your navel, your inner thighs. he tore you apart. and you saw your erect nipples and plump boobs bouncing at the slightest movement he struck. your eyes were heavy lidded, lips red and bruised.

you moaned and leaned forward when he pounded a deep thrust in your pussy, “ fuck [name], your cunt is delicious.”

“ you like that baby? you like it when i thrust repeatedly in you?” he grunted, holding both your hands as he urged himself to fuck you harder. your eyes rolled back in their sockets as you bit your lips, with him, pleasure is never over. it is always guaranteed. “ yes toru! fuck me harder toru!” you panted, waving your hips by yourself to battle against his painstaking thrusts.

your mind went blank, you felt like a sex addict, you were addicted to this, to him, to his dick. god if you were given the chance to fuck him every morning, every noon, every night, heck every day, you wouldn't complain.

satoru rocked his hips harder, raising your hips to compensate with your height. you forgot how tall he was. “ augh! hah! fuck! i want you so bad, ngh..” he grinned at your drunk demeanor and slapped your ass.

“ ugh hah!” you whimpered, humming sweet nothings to yourself about how good he feels, how better it would feel if he didn't have a condom on.

and a light struck to your head and pulled yourself away from his dick, it sprung out, still hard and still throbbing. “ why baby? does it hurt?” satoru asked.

you ripped the condom from his dick and pushed yourself back inside, sending electricity to his skin. “ i might get you pregnant.” he says, worriedly. he wanted to pull out but god it felt so fucking great, even better without the condom.

your moans got louder and louder, never minding that shoko and suguru might be able to hear this commotion. “ fuck satoru, i want you to cum inside me.” you in fact wanted it, you wanted him to pour his juices inside you, feel it overflow and drip from your abused hole.

“ ugh..you feel so good toru, you're driving me insane.” you whimpered, it felt 10 times better, the condom was a tight fit to him. when you thought he was huge, he was bigger without it. you felt every curve of it, every vein exploring his cock throbbing, and his head.

satoru winced at your aggressive movements, he felt your pussy latching onto his dick, milking him dry. “ hah...[name].” he panted.

when you grew tired he took control over you, he held your hips again and fucked your slit dry. “ you're a fucking vixen, [name]. you're a dirty slut..yeah you want my cum?”

“ fuck me faster!” you begged, trembling as you felt your high coming. his animalistic thrusts began to relentlessly pound you mindlessly, you felt your stomach tightening and your pussy throbbing.

it didn't take long until satoru grazed your g-spot with his stiff dick, making you hold your mouth shut and your eyes tightly closed. satoru watched you in the mirror intently, the way your flesh bounced, moved, it encouraged him to fuck you merciless.

your legs were giving out on you, feeling like jelly when satoru stopped holding your hips up, you couldn't walk at all. “ fuck..” you moaned, your pussy locking his dick inside you. “ you're so tight!” he grunted, giving you blows every second.

you hummed in response, as you always do, “ i'm gonna come toru! faster please! i need to—!” waves of ecstacy splashed your bruised body. satoru was amused by the way you came, locking him in then squirting on his desk. “ fuck—ugh!” you cried, tears escaping your lashes, he was taken aback by this but feverishly wiped your tears. “ shh baby” he hushed.

he wasn't finished yet, fuck no. he was starting, just beginning.

he carried you again on the bed, heavy panting filling the gap between you. “ did you cum?” you innocently ask, he pulled out his dick and sat on the headboard.

“ bounce on me.” he commanded, you gulped. his dick was still erect and hard. unbelievable. but you wanted to make him feel good too.

you crawled your way on him, sitting on his pelvis without inserting his thick dick inside you. he raised his eyebrows at you as if waiting for you to do something.

“ ngh..” you moaned, grinding on his hardness. “ fuck! [name]!” he moaned.

you sat your hands on his chest as you raised your hips waving it slowly then faster on his length. your back arched with every rock you moved, illicit moans dulling satoru's mind. “ your cunt baby, fuck..”

you sighed deeply, your hips striding back and forth slowly. you slid easily due to your wetness and his precum smudging underneath your heat. he laid his back on the headboard, watching your slick folds swallow his dick, trapping it and filling you out.

“ satoru..” you whined, your hips bucking shortly. you felt like you were going to cum again with how sensitive you were, feeling his head rub against your clit, then it plugging your hole for a short time being, god.

“ you gonna cum baby?”

“ y—yeah!” wet slapping shamelessly escalated in the room. “ cum for me [name].” he rutted his pelvis aggresively.

your face knitted, feeling your high coming again. your body gave out and sank on his as you spasmed your orgasm. satoru watched you shake on his hot skin, your slick cream smudged in with his.

you were still sensitive but satoru wasn't done. he was still hard and that pained you. you held your eye contact with him for a moment, before he placed his dick in your pussy. “ ride me, [name].” he whimpered, watching you sink into his thickness, you yourself weren't used to him either, every thrust, every penetration, it felt new like you were being split apart.

you didn't want to move anymore but your body failed you, you started to grind on his dick, feeling him glide in and out of your plush cunt. “ just like that baby, keep this up..”

you moaned in his ears, a hand on his shoulders. you lifted your hips and sank it down again and again, bouncing on him like the slut you were. “ god [name] you're so hot.” he sneered, playing with your tits as you took strides on him with your horny hips.

“ fill me up satoru, i want every single drop..” you whined, lips bitten and hands curled on top of his chest. your hips waved forwards in the most sloppiest manner.

“ i will baby..” he grunted, feeling himself explode at your words. your pussy was tighter, wetter, and slicker than ever which made him go ballistic on you. you have grown tired of bouncing constantly to which he took control.

you sighed deeply when your body was lifted up again, on all fours. his dick tapped on your bruised cunt, splashing your wet secretions all over his white sheets. his dick dipped inside you again and you were wide awake. you were still moaning at his girth and how he rocked his cock inside you.

his thrusts sped up, his eyes heavy lidded and tightly shut. satoru felt so good he could die in absolute euphoria.

“ hear how your pussy swallows me whole baby? god damnit!” he rutted faster, his balls tightening and his dick twitching inside you.

it felt different this time, so different. “ toru ...fuck..” you were going to have your fourth orgasm and he was here reaching his first. “ i'm gonna cum baby..” he whimpered into your ear, his thrusts slowed down.

you disliked it, so you raised your hips up again and sank it. “ fill me up, cum inside me satoru.” you encouraged him. you wiggled your ass on his dick and pushed it down. sending millions of electricity to his spine. “ ngh—hah!”

your pussy contorted and grasped his dick, milking him dry as it squirted his seed inside you, filling you up. “ ugh!” he growled, slapping your ass after his orgasm.

your eyes felt heavy, and you felt clouded of any thinking, you were drunk of him. he pulled out your pussy which pulsed at the loss. it glistened and evidently showed his cum collected inside you, dripping slowly due to gravity. “ fuck..”

you sighed, slumping on the bed without a care in the world, you came and it was satoru himself who was the reason for it.

he glided his dick onto the liquid drooping from your cunt, dragging it towards your hole and pushing it inside.

he watched you sleep heavily, fingers tucking some of your hairs off your face. you looked pretty.

satoru was about to get up to gather some towels for you to use when you suddenly spoke, slurring in your slumber.

“ w-what was the second thing..on my wishlist?”

he shook his head in disbelief and sneered, “ my very veiny dick.”

and in that second you knew, shoko wrote that down, and not you. you were going to kill her tomorrow morning!

[roamingleaf]

"Return To Sender"

Tw: Public, St@lking, R@pe, Praise, Creampie

What a tease that ivory, flowing, landscape that's been tucked behind such tight clothings can be. He wonders though, does it make that cozy, pink palace of hers quiver when she knew how this man planned to use that easily broken, luminous, autumn kissed canvas like the filthy, degenerate, Fleshlight she desperately ached to become. Could that bunny imagine what would happen to her posh, petite, painting of a body if she told that stranger when she were returning from holiday?

They had been texting back and forth for what seemed like an eternity, when in reality it had been a week, the most two. Yet, in that ever shutting time frame they had spoken about so much. Her hopes, her dreams, her desires, even those pesky, naughty thoughts that dance between her squishy, tender, thighs. Nevertheless, on que that little lady did as requested and handed over the damning information. What a foolish mistake. Thanks to that time spent exchanging words between one another he had managed to gain the knowledge of when that shimmering light took her nightly strolls.

Like clockwork, here she came cresting over that concrete jungle unaware of what was waiting down stream. Thanks to the chilly autumn weather setting in, she had decided to wear a warm pair of pencil sketched black leggings. They crept comfortably up her charming, hazelnut thighs. Continuing up over her curving, winding, hillsides she claimed as hips. While the upper half of that delicate frame had a warming, shimmering, silver tank that clung to the outline of her portrait. That innocent bunny would have found it odd that there was no message from him for what seemed like hours, usually, they'd have been like lightning. Her wandering eyes wouldn't be able to pull themselves away from the phone all but glued to her palm.

Thoughts of what that gentlemen could be doing that was keeping all that well deserved attention from her swirled around in that mind as she strolled through those vacant, suburban, neighborhoods. With each towering oaken tree you passed, her auburn eyes couldn't help but light up like the stars in the night sky; That's when our desolate bunny would meet her brazen buccaneer. Almost as if the moon itself was the calling beacon it cast a pale, ghostly, glimmer upon that monster as he stepped from behind the tree a few feet in front of her. As any good bunnies would she froze in place once that predacious shadow locked eyes with her.

"Run"

That spell was the only one necessary to send her into a state of instant panic. Once again faced with a command; with the feeling of shivers racing upon every inch of her velvety, silken skin, our bunny did what was told of her. Unfortunately, instead of scampering off back towards her home, she darted off into the darkness of the treeline.

Strike two would certainly not go unpunished. Like all great hunters he instantly gave chase. Stalking, striding, this man was hellbent on capturing this fleeing prey. Then suddenly, his wicked wish was granted as he managed to reach out enough to grab her by her bouncing, rippling brown locks. From that foul control her chances of escaping were quickly coming to a close.

"No!" She yelled out into that emptied sky, but it was far too late, that hungry lion had managed to tackle such an innocent bunny to the ground. With mere weight alone enough to keep her subdue he wasted no time planting kiss, after kiss, after kiss all along her exposed neck.

Could she feel his hunger threatening to boil over as his gentle kisses started giving way to nibbling bites. His hands were growing restless at his side while his chest did most of the work of pinning this canvas to the ground. So, to keep busy, they started a race. Where? In different directions of course. His left would wickedly bolt along the silver roadmap of her shirt with a collision course in mind between her soft, enticing, braless hills. While his right, rushed recklessly towards her tanned, covered, booty for a good, tidy, grip.

As his sinister grasp closed in around our bunny would kick, shuffle, and struggle with all her might as her muffled mouth could barely make anything but barely audible scoffs thanks to his tongue intrusively thrashing amongst her mouth. Peril would be far from what our bunny had found herself in, it seemed as even her very clothes wished to betray her and aid in that hungry lions mission. With each dangerous wiggle she performed it seemed as her skin tight leggings would too try to make a daring escape. How could this be happening to an angel? How could she have been cast into the deepest pits of sin?

There would be no time for such thoughts due to this stranger leaning his towering presence up on to his knees. From there she could feel her thighs being spread apart and controlled as if she was a marionette being trotted across a grassy stage. She could feel the cold kiss of the crisp fall breeze rush past her exposed panties. As she felt her thighs being graced by the bristles of a foreign, heating beard she knew what was about to happen. Lady luck herself must have set this poor bunny up this evening, for right as her finally dwindling of hope faded that was when he forced his, meaty, throbbing, lance as deep as she could physically manage. A shock hurried its way through her from her very core in response to such an abrupt invasion. This electrifying message reached points in her she had never thought could be reached.

What a ghostly, haunting, choir that echoed through that defiled, deflowered, darkness. What a demon he was with such a relentless ransacking of her precious temple. Each thrust seemed like it was on a mission from God to reach harder, and faster inside her tight, coiling, dripping shrine. Oh how she wished her words would call for help, instead it encouragingly let lose a whoreish howl fit for a succubus in heat. As that pillaging occurred his hand that had been diligently groping and grasping at her jiggling hills found a new task. It's new goal was to keep her head steady by her flustering cheeks so he could better see the restless pleasure taking deep root behind her eyes.

With no other options left for this defenseless bunny there she laid in his clutches. Being treated like a brand new Fleshlight that had just been delivered. A deep sense of embarrassment started to take hold as she felt her orgasm approaching with each roughening thrust. Till finally, everything erupted. In a powerful gust of shivers her body tensed up all around that gentlemen's invading member as one last moan escaped her lips. Was this her body betraying her? Was this man's shaft truly that Intoxicating to her frame?

Rewarding such a betrayal of herself that man leaned in further till she could feel his panting breath basking against her ear. He grunted something along the tune of " That's my little whore." Before flooding her starved, Nile river with his own seed. Sadly, this would not quell our voracious predators appetite. Oh no, far from it. It would only show him what depths were still unexplored.

-🪶

[projectphoenixsanctuary]

*A blue eyed drone drags in a blood-soaked orange eyed drone wearing glasses, tied up in steel cables* "I'M GONNA BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH YOUR OWN ARMS IF YOU DON'T JUST LET ME GO!" "Hey you're the one who asked for this." "I WAS JOKING!" "I wasn't. Plus you're a hazard and I can't constantly monitor you to make sure you won't just eat someone." "I-I'M NOT THAT BAD!" "Literally five minutes after coming back from god knows where and you set off on a murder spree!" "I- THEY- WELL O-ONE OF THEM HAD A BOUNTY!" "You threw him into a woodchipper for your own amusement, plus you aren't a licensed bounty hunter." "I- WELL... CAN WE JUST GO HOME?!" "Nope." *The blue eyed drone sets her down with an application form that reads: "Name & Designation: Penny, P3N-00G011101

Status: Mostly feral, difficult to contain and overall a hazard to most things.

Condition Upon Arrival: Mild mutations and slightly buggy, developed fangs in roof of mouth accompanied by paralytic venom sacs in place of nanite acid, tail replaced with rattlesnake-esque rattle. Software bug causes optical problems, requires glasses.

Known Behaviors: Aggressive, reclusive and timid.

Additional Notes: Crafty and bitey, she can and will attempt to turn anything into a weapon. Has a previous history of substance abuse regarding but not limited to: Alcohol, Magnets, Various Hydrocarbons and Intentional virus uploads. Operating system derived from combat models, finds violence enjoyable and is practically addicted to murder. Do NOT attempt to corner unless absolutely necessary. Gets defensive and somewhat aggressive when called a Lesbian. Lesbian. Experiences frequent nightmares regarding partially deleted/corrupted memories, do NOT attempt to restore them, at this point in time she is practically a different drone and doing so would only cause her harm. Allergic to Hazelnuts. Re-watches the American anime "RWBY" weekly. Contains a patched Solver strain."*

(@p3nny-bakes-cookies)

The desk clerk winces at the amount of rage radiating from the orange drone.

"Oh this one will definitely be going to Brandy."

She takes a moment to read over the form, trying to prepare herself for the inevitable task of putting a collar on this one. After pressing a few buttons on her keyboard, she forces a nervous smile and clasps her hands together as she turns her attention to the blue-eyed drone.

"Nothing our team can't handle! Do you have an address that you'd like uh.."

She glances at the paper again.

"Her, to be sent back to? I'll need the contact information."

...oh god, how is she going to neutralize her weapons system without losing an arm?

[thestonedwriter]

His game

Daryl Dixon x. FemReader

Warnings: This story is 18+ has sexual content! Age gap, receiving(f), choking, kinda dark Daryl I mean he’s chasing you through the woods, begging, nicknames like (Sweetheart, darling)

This is the edited version!!

Here they were standing at the edge of the forest, staring off into the deep woods that could honestly have anything wondering around them, when he suddenly came up behind her, pulling her from her daze. "Remember, sweetheart, it's just a game. Say the word, and it all ends." He whispered against her hair, pressing himself against her as his hands began to wander around her body as if it were a work of art and nothing could compete with it. 

"Just say 'Arrow' sweetness, and that's all you have to say, and the game ends." He groaned against her ear, and he grabbed her hips, pushing herself even more into him as she let out a breathless moan from the back of her throat. "So what's the word? He stated this as he ran his hands across her stomach, slowly getting higher as he went "Arrow." She replied, still looking forward into the woods with excitement building up inside of her "good girl." He spoke as he bit the outside of her ear, leaving small kisses on her neck that sent shivers down her spine until he got to her shoulder. Before moving back up to her ear, she said, "Run." He whispered, licking her ear before pushing her forward, "Ya got 3 minutes ta run before I start chasing ya" He said with a low growl, taking his crossbow off of his back, "GO!" He barked, causing her to start sprinting to the edge of the forest before quickly looking back and seeing a sadistic glint in his eyes.

 

7 minutes have passed, and she hasn't stopped running, taking different turns and directions, hoping not to run into him. He put the fear of God into her with how he carries himself around Alexandria, how his sexy, strong arms can pick up his crossbow, how his deep, raspy voice makes her panties wet every time she hears it, or how he's not afraid to do anything, like when he beat the living shit out of Nicholas his first month here. It always seemed to her that nothing ever scared the hunter, no matter what the situation was.

 

12 minutes passed, and she slowed down from running. She looked around her surroundings to see if she could see him. To her, it felt like an exotic game of cat and mouse, where Daryl was the cat and she was the mouse. She felt the excitement fill her hot core. "I know you're around; I got yer trail. ya can keep running, but ya can't sure as hell hide." She heard it from the far distance behind her, causing her to speed up and keep running forward until she found a big old hazelnut tree and pressed her back up against it. Scared is something she never really felt before until this moment; the fact she can't hide from the hunter scares her. She wishes he had offered her months ago to take her hunting and teach her how to track and cover up her tracks if she ever needed to, but she would have said yes, but she never thought it would have been useful until this moment. 

 

30 minutes passed, and she still hasn't moved. She was scared but excited. That's how she's always felt when near him or talking to him. At first, she was nervous when she first saw him; he was new, sexy, buff, dirty, and mean, she thought, but she couldn't help but be drawn to him. The first time they were really around each other was the night of the party, but she didn't go; instead, she stayed home with her big brother Eric and his boyfriend Aaron, eating spaghetti, when Aaron looked out the window and said he was going to be right back.

A few minutes passed, and Aaron returned with a cleaned-up-looking Daryl. "Daryl, you know Eric, but this is his little sister, Y/N," Aaron said as he pulled out his seat beside Eric. "Only by what 7 years? I'm 22 now, I think, and you are what 29? 30?" She said it with a scoff, pointing her fork at the two. "Hey, we aren't that old yet," Aaron said, defending him, and Eric earned a small laugh from Daryl. "You can sit by Y/N Daryl and have some spaghetti; she doesn't bite," Eric said with a small laugh. "Not that he knows of," she said with a small scoff as Daryl looked at the seat, and then you went back to the seat before moving and taking a seat beside her just as she set a plate full of spaghetti down for him with a soft smile.

 

A whistling sound broke her out of her thoughts, causing her to quickly look around, only to see him off in the distance behind her. "Shit," she whispered to herself before starting to run to her left, where some big bushes lay for cover as she ran.

 

40 minutes passed like nothing with all this running she has been doing since the game started. She knows he is not that far behind her, and she knows he gets a thrill from this, but the bad thing is that so does she. The excitement of him chasing her, the thrill of what's to come once she's been caught—the thoughts alone were making her wet her panties even more than they already were. 

"Hey, Y/N, go take this to Daryl for me." Eric said as he handed her a glass of iced water. It's been a few days since dinner, and Daryl has been coming over every day to fix a motorcycle Aaron gave him for his new job, and she's been enjoying the view of having him over every day working, the way his arms flex when he's working, or how he mumbles while he's too focused on working. "Sure!" she said with a big smile, grabbing the glass out of his hand before walking to the garage, only to see Daryl's back arms flexing under the bike, trying to fix it. She couldn't help but wonder off her mind. He looked godly; he's been the hottest man she's laid eyes on since this all began. His blue eyes, longish hair, his facial hair—everything about that man she found hot. She couldn't just imagine his hands on her throat while kissing her. but quickly snapped out of her daydream when he rolled from underneath the bike and leaned up. "I brought you some ice water. It's a really hot day, so," she said once again, smiling at him. He couldn't help but stare and not say a word to her. She was a goddess. her long hair, plump lips, and god, her chest She loved the way her chest looked big with perky looking tits, the way her nipples poked out through the tee-shirt she was wearing, and the way her thighs looked because of the shorts she was sporting on her. Her eyes were a sweet golden brown, but she quickly stood up and brushed his hands off his pants, grabbing the glass of water. "Thanks." His raspy but sexy voice said, "You're welcome." She said as a blush flourished across her complexion, she turned to leave but stopped. "And if you ever need anything, Daryl, im just inside, so don't be afraid to ask for something to eat or drink," she said softly as her eyes scanned him up and down as she bit her lip before turning and leaving him to himself as a frustrated groan left his lips and he looked down towards his manhood that was supporting his half-hard erection.

 

The game has been going on for a total of 50 minutes now. She's tired of running. She slumps against a tree, thinking of just letting him catch her at this point because her legs and feet are tired, and she's also thirsty. She hasn't run into any walkers, just one or two. 

 

"You know better than this, Y/N." He barked out, getting annoyed with how long it took to get this close to getting her before she ran. "I can't run and hide forever, my love." He stated that the sound of his voice was getting closer and closer. trying to hold her breath, scared he could hear her heart beating out of her chest. "It's just a game, sweetheart." He spoke softly as she took off, running with him not too far after her.

 

She stopped dead in her tracks when an arrow hit the ground right in front of her. "You know what they say? You can run, but you can't hide." He said with a scoff as she turned around to face him, eyeing him up and down, but he looked different, sexier, and revealing his shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing off his amazing hard chest. But the most eye-catching thing was the trail of hair going down his flat stomach into his V-line that led inside his pants as he stood just a few feet away from her. Just the sight of him alone has her pushing her thighs together with need. Seeing that made him quickly drop his crossbow and make gentle strides until he was right in front of her. "It looks like it got someone a little needy," he said, grabbing the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her hair, and pulling her closer to his face, causing her to let out a small whine as he put his other hand on her hip, pulling her closer to him to feel his hard manhood against her pelvis as she let out a small moan with his action.

 

She doesn't remember how she ended up on the ground with him on top of her as he trailed small kisses from her jaw to her lips. His hands wandered around her body. He leans up and looks her in the eyes. "Just say the word, and it will end," he whispered, and he leaned down and kissed her neck as his hands found her waist and underneath her shirt, causing her to let out a course of moans as he started to suck on her neck as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, lacing her hand into his hair and pulling on it as he let out a small moan of his own, before pressing himself against her as he moved his head to face her once again. He looked into her eyes, then they slowly trailed down to her plump lips before looking back at her as she gave him a small nod.

 

That's all he needed before he smashed his lips onto hers, moving his hands farther up until his hands were under her breasts, kissing her with force as she opened her mouth for him. Hands touching each other like it will be the last time they will ever be touched, her left hand moved from his neck to his chest, feeling his chest as her right hand pulled his hair, causing a groan to leave his throat and into her mouth as they kissed as he quickly leaned up and removed his vest and shirt, leaving him in only his jeans. She leaned up and grabbed him by the back of his neck, kissing him again as he ripped her shirt off and threw it before pushing her back down onto the ground of the forest, leaving kisses down her neck to her chest. "Fuck." She breathes as she lets out a moan. Everything that he was doing was setting her on fire and leaving it a burning pit inside her core, filling it with need and want. The way his hands felt on her body, he took off her bra, leaving her chest exposed to him to do whatever he pleases. The sight alone was almost enough to make him go mad. He was harder than he ever was before. He was filled with excitement and lust for this woman, and he just wanted to fuck her like he's never fucked anyone before. "Ya like that, sweetheart," he said as a low groan left his mouth.

 

He slowly lowered his head to her breast and took one into his hand and one into his mouth as he bit her nipple. "Fuck, please, Daryl," she moaned in pleasure. He leaned up and pressed a kiss in between her breasts before looking at her. "Tell me what do ye want." He groaned as his hands trailed from her breast to her waist to the top of her jeans. "I want you, please, Daryl." She begged as she looked him in the eyes before he ripped her jeans off her legs along with her panties, leaving her completely bare for his eyes to see.

 

Trailing kisses from her stomach to right above her aching core, "Tell me, is this what ye want?" He growled while he slid his thumb over her clitoral area. "God yes!" She said that as she let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair, he finally slid his finger into her wet hole while keeping his thumb on her clit "So fucking wet for me, ain't you," he groaned as he let his hot breath hit her core, causing her to let out a breathy moan from the back of her throat. "Only for you," she said with a gasp as she bit her lip due to his warm breath on her core. 

 

Daryl dipped his head down, leaving small kisses on her thighs as he ruthlessly started fucking his finger into her, causing her to buck her hips to his fingers. "Stop," he growled as he placed the arm he wasn't using over her stomach, pushing her back down before adding another finger to her wet cunt. "Fuck please, Daryl," she moaned, feeling waves of pleasure washing over her body and mind. "Please what?" He spoke, eyeing her soaking wet cunt with hunger as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. "Please fuck me," she groaned out, trying to catch her breath.

 

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her cunt, putting one of them into his mouth and sucking all of her juice off it before putting the other one up to her plump lips. "Suck," he growled, pushing his finger into her mouth. He watched in astonishment as she sucked on his finger, cleaning it off. Making him harder than he already was.

He quickly removed his finger from her mouth, moving his hand to his belt and undoing it as fast as he could before pulling his pants down, exposing his hard erection, causing her to moan at the size and idea of him fucking her silly. "Like what ye see, sweetheart," he groaned as he palmed his erection, stroking it a few times. "God yes," she said as she leaned up on her elbows, watching him with wide eyes. Daryl slowly leaned down, catching her in another kiss as he slowly lined himself up to her soaking pussy as she let out a breathless moan into the kiss before he moved up and played with her clitoral area with the head of his dick. "ye want me to fuck ya dumb with my cock?" He groaned as he pulled away from her lips before attacking her neck with kisses and small bites. "Please, please fuck me dumb with your cock." She groaned in frustration, only to feel him put the head of his cock into her wet cunt. "Beg me to fuck ya. Beg me to touch ya." He asked against her neck before biting down, causing her to moan and look over and see he left a noticeable bite mark. "Please Fuck Me, Daryl." I don't think I can wait  anymore." She pleaded with him with a lust-filled gaze that made him want to melt right there and fuck her till she couldn't walk any more.

 

With one quick thrust, he was buried inside of her, causing them both to let out moans filled with pleasure: "Fucking hell, Y/N, yer so fuckin tight." He groaned against her neck as he slowly began to pull out and then push back inside of her "faster." She said as she grabbed his hair to pull on it that he quickly pulled out and thrust back in her tight, warm cunt. "Fuck!" he growled as he continued thrusting in and out of her cunt. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me." She moaned, moving her hands to his back and grabbing on as he sped up his pace. Daryl quickly grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. "Faster, please go faster!" She yelped out as she moved her hips against him. "Yeah, ya like my cock fucking into ya" he growled as he moved one of his hands down to her neck. "Fuck yes, I love your cock fucking into me." She moaned, throwing her head back as he sped up, thrusting harder and faster. 

 

This amount of pleasure was almost too overwhelming for her to handle as he continued to fuck into her as he moved his hand from her neck to the ground beside her head, leaving kisses and bite marks all along her skin. She felt as if she were on cloud 9. "Fuck Fuck Fuck!" she yelled as she felt herself reaching her peak as her walls tightened around him. When she then felt him smack her thigh, "You don't get to come till I say ye can," he growled into her ear, and he nipped at it with his teeth as he let out one of the biggest moans yet: "Fuck, please, I want to cum." She groaned, still feeling the pleasure build in her core and wanting to burst. "Not yet, sweetheart. Almost there," he said as he groaned into her neck.

 

She felt his thrusts get careless and faster. Chasing his release, "Fuck" He groaned as he pushed his head into her neck, biting down and causing her eyes to roll back and a breathless moan to erupt from her mouth. "Daryl, please, please, can I fucking cum?" She moaned as she tried to wiggle her hands from within his hold, only for him to tighten his grip. 

As he moved his head up to her ear, licking and biting it, he let out a breath against her ear. "Cum for me," he growled carelessly, thrusting into her as fast as he could, feeling her walls tighten and then feeling her release all over his cock. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes," she moaned while her eyes rolled to the back of her head all while he continued fucking into her, feeling his release build up faster than it ever  He quickly smashed his lips onto hers, ruthlessly making out with her as he finally lets himself go with a loud groan into her mouth as he fucks himself through his orgasm while shooting the ropes of his cum into her cunt before dropping beside her.

They both turn their heads, looking into each other's eyes, before breaking into smiles as he leans over and grabs her by the back of the neck, pulling her into a lazy kiss, to which she returns before breaking away from the kiss. "Mine," he growled. "Yours," she replied breathlessly while looking into his eyes with a fucked-out smile plastered on her face.

[is-this-mathieu-enriched]

Hello! I hope you can help me. I can't decide between a João and a Pippo. They're both so cute in their own way... What are the pros and cons of these species?

Both of these species are becoming increasingly popular, especially to those who wish to look beyond the traditional options of a Mathieu, Wout or Tadej. Endearing and prosocial, there is a lot to love about each species! As always, however, there are individual considerations which need to be borne in mind before adopting.

The Pippo:

Pippos are persistence hunters, who chase their prey to exhaustion over great distances. If your Pippo hunts live prey, these hunts will take much longer than those of a Mathieu. This may take up a substantial amount of time every day, however can be a fun opportunity to spend time together as he engages in this natural behaviour.

They are also a very outgoing and social species. Pippos require daily socialisation, ideally with a variety of playmates, and should be kept with at least one bonded companion. This may sound like a lot of work, but every Pippo keeper will speak about the joy of their beloved companion endearing himself to even the grumpiest species at the park.

It is worth mentioning that Pippos bond very easily. This is very handy from an existing keeper's perspective, when a Pippo will quickly bond to any other species that you are already keeping. However if you are adopting a rescued Pippo, bear in mind that he may already have bonded companions at the shelter he will not be separated from, so will also be coming home with you!

Diet is similar to that of a Mathieu, however a Pippo needs to regularly consume large quantities of Nutella. It is thought this promotes healthy skin, bright eyes and strong feet! If Nutella is not available in your country, other chocolate hazelnut spreads may be offered, but do check the ingredients are Pippo-safe.

The João:

Similar to a Jai, a João is herbivorous, with a diet consisting of nuts and fruits (yes, Nutella can be offered as an occasional treat!). Joãos prefer the little and often feeding strategy, and will graze throughout the day. They do not hunt, but will often accompany any bonded companions who do simply for the pleasure of company and a good run!

Joãos do, like Wouts, need to be exercised every day, which can be a big commitment for their keeper. They are easily harness-trained, and ideally both walking and running should be offered. Running wheels are a popular enrichment toy for your João's enclosure, although do make sure they are from a recognised manufacturer and claw-safe.

Although most Joãos will enjoy socialising with selected playmates, as a species they tend to be on the shyer side. This can make them excellent companions for fancy Mathieus - very demure, very mindful - or for any other species inclined to do most of the social heavy lifting in forming a relationship. It is common in the wild to see a João bonded to a very outgoing mate, who will take the lead while the João brings up and defends the rear.

If you are considering adopting both, this is a good combination! Your João will enjoy accompanying your Pippo as he hunts, and can enjoy an occasional lick of his Nutella as a favourite treat. In turn your Pippo will delight in making friends with every other species at the park, and proudly bringing them back to his João to say hello.

Hopefully the information above will help you to make a decision about whether or not to adopt. Do send us some pictures if you do!

[fandomwe1rd0]

This is something that's been bothering me for a while so I'm gonna post a rant about it. So male abuse victims aren't really shown in the media, I can only think of like 2 that were shown well, which is Hunter from the Owl House and Bojack Horseman from, well, Bojack Horseman. Now I don't watch a lot of TV, but that's still a little in comparison to the female abuse victims I know that were portrayed well. Diane, Adora, Amity (You could agrue that her parents aren't abusive but they do seem emotionally neglectful and that is a form of abuse sooo) Etc., etc., you get the point.

And now we've got Morty, a male abuse victim, and the show just completely ignores his trauma! And it makes me upset! They have this golden opportunity to show a male abuse victim and the effects the abuse has on him, especially since we already see the low self image he has curtesy of Rick, and that he has repressed rage towards Rick, but that's just about all we get. We never see anything more. And it's upsetting, ik the show isn't over yet, they still have 3 more seasons, but I'm just starting to worry. While I love Morty as is, he has so much untapped potential that, if it was unleashed, it would make me love him even more. I just really hope they use Morty more, but I'm scared that they won't explore his trauma because (Credits to @hazelnut-u-out for pointing this out) it would make Rick less sympathetic, since it would be hard to sympathize with an abuser with the effects of their victims being shown, although I would agree Rick could still remain sympathetic since Bojack is sympathetic to many people despite the effects of his horrible actions being shown, I don't sympathize with him but that's for personal reasons.

I just really hope they care less about making Rick sympathetic and more about giving Morty the attention that he deserves and giving our boy justice. What do y'all think?

[martiwikiwi]

HAPPY ARO WEEK!!

Yeah, I didn't forget the cool Aro Week, it's just that after drawing so many kisses the previous week I had to organise an exhibition and yadda yadda. But anyway, I wanted to draw my aro queens. There is one left to the holy aro trinity but for the moment have CHORUS AND AMY!! Both female, both necromancers, both AWESOME. Let me talk about them and their fav people:

Chorus of the Death is half demon and half elf and she's the female mc in the DEMON HUNTER HAGAN duo. When I started to write her character, the main concept for her was enemy-to-bestie with Hagan, but I also wanted to write the BEST friend ever. She's caring, she remembers little details, she will wait for the proper moment to ask for delicate issues. And she's a very important for Hagan. The affection Hagan has for her is very tender and over-protective since he lost his best friend long ago (that's a story for another comic) and spent way too much time with this wound in his heart before befriending Chorus. Hagan is also very important for Chorus since she actually feels sexually attracted to him but will never confess this secret to anyone for the sake of their friendship.

Then here we have the HAZELNUT-EYE CLERIC from FIGHTING NIGHTMARES AND FEARS aka Amy. She's THE ACTUAL QUEEN. When I wrote her character the concept was "worst-day-ever". In her story she's alone fighting against a beast devoted to eat her poisoned heart but her heart is poisoned with the fear of not being enough for the system for she's a cleric who can't cast any miracles. The reason for that is revealed when she actually summons a massive undead dragon, she was a necromancer all along! Only by embracing her true self she can defeat the beast and then she self-proclaims herself QUEEN OF THE NIGHTMARE. Because she's awesome and deserves the best. There are two male main characters in this story, the Pyromancer who has a crush on her but will keep it secret since the story is not only not a romance but also the boy understands this woman has more important stuff to deal with, and the Time-traveller, who in the end of the story joins her mission. They are fuck-friends now and the best of teams btw. AND THEY WILL BE APPEARING IN DEMON HUNTER HAGAN ARC 3.

Yep, did you like the big announcement? Hope so!

I have more aromantic OCs, Chorus' brother for instance, but since I draw him for the kissing week plenty of times, I wanted to give more attention to the arohet queens this time instead.

Now, you there, stay cool and arooooooooooooooooo!

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH H

MASCULINE︰ hadley. hagen. hakeem. hal. hallam. hamilton. hammond. hamza. hank. hans. hansel. harding. hardy. harlan. harland. harlem. harley. harlow. harmon. harold. harper. harris. harrison. harry. hartley. harve. harvey. harvie. hasan. hassan. have. haven. hayden. haydn. hayes. haywood. haze. heath. hector. hedley. henderson. hendrix. henley. henri. henrik. henry. herb. herbert. herbie. herman. hervey. hewie. hezekiah. hildred. holden. holdon. hollis. homer. honor. horace. horatio. houston. howard. howie. hubert. huck. hudson. huey. hugh. hughie. hugo. humbert. humberto. humphrey. humphry. hunter. huxley. huxly. huxton. hyrum.

FEMININE︰ hadassah. hadlee. hadleigh. hadley. hadyn. hailee. hailey. hailie. haisley. haleigh. haley. halle. hallee. hallie. halo. hana. hanna. hannah. happy. harlee. harleigh. harley. harlow. harmoni. harmonie. harmony. harper. harriet. harriett. harrietta. harriette. hartley. hattie. hatty. have. haven. hayden. haylee. hayleigh. hayley. haylie. haze. hazel. heather. heaven. heavenly. heidi. helen. helena. hellen. henley. henrietta. hensley. hepsie. hester. hestia. hettie. hilary. hilda. hildred. hillary. holland. hollie. hollis. holly. honey. honor. honora. honour. hope. hortense. hunter. hyacinth. hylda.

NEUTRAL︰ habit. haddon. haelyn. hai. haiden. haidyn. hailey. haleigh. halen. halo. halston. halyn. hamilton. hampton. hanan. hani. happy. harbor. hardwire. harlan. harlem. harlen. harlequin. harley. harlo. harlow. harlyn. harmony. harper. hart. hartley. haru. hatch. haunt. have. haven. havoc. hawk. hawkins. hawthorn. hayden. haydn. hayleigh. haylen. hayven. hazard. haze. hazel. hazelnut. hazen. hearse. heathen. heaven. hendrix. henlee. henley. hero. hex. hey-day. hidden. hip. hiro. hitomi. holdyn. holiday. holland. hollis. hollow. holly. honest. honesty. honey. honor. hope. hopper. horizon. howl. hua. huan. hudsen. hudsyn. hui. humble. hunter. huntley. hustler. huxlee. huxley. hyacinth. hype.

[greenwitchcrafts]

October 2023 witch guide

Full moon: October 28th

New moon: October 14th

Sabbats: Samhain

October Hunter's Moon

Known as: Blood moon, drying rice moon, falling leaf moon, freezing moon, migrating moon, moon of the changing seasons, shedding moon, ten colds moon, winterfelleth & windermanoth

Element: Air

Zodiac: Libra & Scorpio

Nature spirits: Frost faeries & Plant faeries

Deities: Apollo, Astarte, Belili, Cernunnos, Demeter, Hathor, Herne, Horned God, Ishtar, Kore, Lakshmi & Mercury

Animals: Elephant, jackal, ram, scorpion & stag

Birds: Crow, heron & robin

Trees: Acacia, apple, cypress & yew

Herbs/Plants: Angelica, apple blossom, burdock, catnip, pennyroyal, sweet Annie, thyme & Uva ursi

Flowers: Calendula, cosmos & marigold

Scents: Apple blossom, cherry & strawberry

Stones: Amethyst, beryl, obsidian, opal, tourmaline & turquoise

Colors: Black, dark blue, Dark greens & purples

Energy: Artistic works, balance, creativity, harmony, inner cleansing, justice, karma, legal matters, mental stimulation, partnerships, reincarnation & uncovering mysteries or secrets

It is believed that this name originates from the fact that it was a signal for hunters to prepare for the upcoming cold winter by going hunting. This is because animals were beginning to fatten up in preparation for the winter season. Moreover, since fields had recently been cleared out under the Harvest Moon, hunters could easily spot deer and other animals that had come out to search for remaining scraps. Additionally, foxes and wolves would also come out to prey on these animals.

The earliest use of the term “Hunter’s Moon,” cited in the Oxford English Dictionary, is from 1710. Some sources suggest that other names for the Hunter’s Moon are the Sanguine or Blood Moon, either associated with the blood from hunting or the color of the changing autumn leaves. 

Samhain

Also known as: All Hallow's Eve,  Ancestor Night, Feast of Apples, Feast of Sam-fuim, Feast of Souls, Feast of the Dead, Geimhreadh, Hallowmass, Martinmass, Old Hallowmas, Pagan New Year, Samana, Samhuinn, Samonios, Shadowfest & Third Harvest

Season: Fall

Symbols: Apples, bats, besom(brooms), black cats, cauldrons, ghosts, gourds, jack-o-lanterns, pumpkins, scarecrows & witches

Colors: Black, gold, orange, silver & white

Oils/incense: Basil, cloves, copal, frankincense, gum mastic, heather, heliotrope, mint, myrrh & nutmeg

Animals: Bat, boar, cat cattle & dogs

Stones: Amber, anatase, black calcite, black obsidian, black tourmaline, brass, carnelian, clear quartz diamond, garnet, gold, granite, hematite, iron, jet, marble, pearl, pyrite, ruby, sandstone, sardonyx, smokey quartz, steel & tektite

Foods: Apples, ale, beef, cider, corm, fruits, garlic, gourds, grains, hazelnuts, herbal teas, mushroom, nettle, nuts, pears, pomegranates, pork, poultry, pumpkin pie, sunflower seeds, thistle, turnips & wine (mulled)

Herbs/plants: Acorn, Allspice, catnip, corn, dittany of Crete, hazel, mandrake, mugwort, mullien, oak leaves, pine, rosemary, sage, straw, tarragon, thistle, wormwood & yellow cedar

Flowers: Calendula, chrysanthemum, deadly nightshade, rue & fumitory

Goddesses: Al-lat, Baba Yaga, Badb, Banba, Bast, Bebhionn, Bronach, Brunhilde, Cailleach, Carlin, Cassandra, Cerridwen, Copper Woman, Crobh Dearg, Devanyani, Dolya, Edda, Elli, Eris, Erishkigal, Fortuna, Frau Holde, Hecate, Hel, Ishtar, Kali, Macha Mania, Morrigan, Nemesis, Nephthys, Nicneven & Rhiannon

Gods: Arawan, Baron Samede, Belenus, Coyote, Cronus, Dagda, Dis, Hades, Loki, Nefertum, Odin, Osiris, Pluto, Woden & Xocatl

Issues Intentions & Powers: Crossroads, darkness, death, divination, honoring ancestors, introspection, the otherworld/underworld, release, visions & wisdom (of the crone)

Spellwork: Divination, fire magick, night magick, shape-shifting, spirit calling & water magick

Related festivals:

• Day of the Dead- (Spanish: Día de Muertos or Día de los Muertos) is a holiday traditionally celebrated on November 1st and 2nd, though other days, such as October 31 or November 6, may be included depending on the locality. It is widely observed in Mexico, where it largely developed & is also observed in other places, especially by people of Mexican heritage. Although related to the simultaneous Christian remembrances for Hallowtide, it has a much less solemn tone and is portrayed as a holiday of joyful celebration rather than mourning. The multi-day holiday involves family and friends gathering to pay respects and to remember friends and family members who have died. These celebrations can take a humorous tone, as celebrants remember funny events and anecdotes about the departed.

• All Saints Day- is a Christian solemnity celebrated in honor of all the saints & martyrs of the Church, whether they are known or unknown

Activities:

• Dedicate an altar to loved ones who have passed

• Boil a simmer pot to cleanse your space

• Have a silent dinner

• Light a candle for your loved ones & yourself

• Decorate your house and/or altar

• Release negative energy & cleanse your with a ritual bath

• Pull tarot cards to see what may be in store for you ahead

• Cleanse, clean & de-clutter your space

• Leave offerings to the Fae

• Journal & reflect on your accomplishments, challenges & everything you did this year

•Go on a nature walk

• Learn a new form of divination

• Have a bonfire with your friends and/or family

• Carve pumpkins

• Express yourself creatively through art, music, ect

• Visit a cemetery & help clean off areas that need it or to visit a family member/ ancestor & leave an offering

• Hold a seance

• Bake spooky treats & bread as offerings

• Refresh your protection magicks, sigils & rituals

Samhain is a Gaelic festival on 1 November marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker half" of the year. Celebrations begin on the evening of 31 October, since the Celtic day began and ended at sunset.

This fire festival is celebrated on October 31st & is considered the Pagan New Year. It is the first Sabbat on the Wheel of the Year, a cross-quarter festival & the third (final) harvest festival of the mundane year. This is the time when the veil between the worlds of the living & those who have passed is the thinnest, which allows greater communication between the two

Some believe this is the time of the Goddess's mourning of the death of the God until his rebirth at Yule. The Goddess's sadness can be seen in the shortening, darkening days & the arrival of cold weather

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's 2023 magical almanac: practical magic for everyday living

Wikipedia

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

[shamandrummer]

Ancient Forest Gardens Support Native Land Claims

A study by Simon Fraser University in British Columbia found that Indigenous-managed forests -- cared for as "forest gardens" -- contain more biologically and functionally diverse species than surrounding conifer-dominated forests and create important habitat for wildlife and pollinators. According to researchers, ancient forests were once tended by Indigenous peoples living along the coast of British Columbia. These forest gardens continue to grow at remote archaeological villages on Canada's northwest coast and are composed of native fruit and nut trees and shrubs such as crabapple, hazelnut, cranberry, wild plum, and wild cherries. Important medicinal plants and root foods like wild ginger and wild rice root grow in the understory layers. These plants never grow together in the wild, so people obviously put them there to grow all in one spot -- like a garden.

Forest gardens were a method of agriculture in which practitioners cleared the land around or near villages, planted crops, and managed with agricultural methods like controlled burns and fertilization to increase the productivity of the plants. The gardens frequently showed a carefully overlapped structure, with a canopy of fruit and nut trees, a mid-layer of berries, and roots and herbs in the undergrowth. Rather than engaging in annual planting cycles, the Indigenous people collected, transplanted, and carefully tended these plants over many years. Traces of species like Pacific crabapple, beaked hazelnut, wild cherry, and others have been found in recent years -- in some cases, still growing even more than a century after they were tended. Even now these abandoned forest gardens are still productive and biodiversity hotspots that seem to be able to naturally hold back the encroaching surrounding conifer forests.

For anthropologists, ethnologists, and other scientists, the existence of these gardens contradicts the long-held hunter-gatherer theory that maintained that the region's Indigenous peoples didn't improve and nurture their lands. Instead, experts now believe this method of agriculture and land manipulation helped First Nations communities (the collective name given to most of Canada's Indigenous peoples) thrive. While there is not a definitive catalog of the forest gardens, there are remains of them up and down the coast of British Columbia -- some known, some still used by communities, some being rediscovered.

Chelsey Geralda Armstrong, a historical ecologist, researcher, and assistant professor at Simon Fraser University in Burnaby, British Columbia, has been working with First Nations communities to rediscover, confirm, and document the gardens, complementing traditional knowledge cultivated over time, sometimes for thousands of years. Armstrong's work supports the idea that some forest environments in British Columbia that were once considered wild are, in fact, often the result of careful shepherding and agricultural practices. There is similar evidence of forest gardens in Indigenous communities around the world, especially in tropical regions.

Nonetheless, Armstrong added, "Despite decades of research on the topic, this idea of Indigenous peoples' homelands as being culturally mediated and highly influenced spaces is still so utterly contested in courts, in public policy, in environmental regulations."

The legal justification for taking First Nation lands is directly linked to the colonial view that Indigenous peoples weren't using all of their lands and so they were essentially in the colonial eyes ripe for the taking. It's a concept that continues to be used against Indigenous peoples and the work that Armstrong does with the communities is just picking away at that argument.

So far, efforts to cite the remnants of cultivated gardens to support First Nations' land reclamation claims have failed to gain much legal traction. The current test for land title in British Columbia is evidence of regular and exclusive use of land before 1846. Proving regular use has been a challenge for the First Nations, in part because of the rugged coastal terrain.

But the priority of First Nations communities is to restore their forest gardens in some form. "At the end of the day, this is the goal: Bring these places back to life," said Armstrong. These communities are using Armstrong's work to refurbish their forest gardens. Clearing competing plants has already helped, with particular attention being given to the crabapples, which are flourishing.

Kelsey Charlie Sr. of the Sts'ailes (also known as Chehalis) Nation says ecosystems that have thrived for thousands of years with balance and harmony have been knocked off-kilter. At the same time, he added, more and more people are returning to these places to gather the plants that their elders used.

"It's a very, very simple thing," said Charlie Sr. "The way our elders said it was that we had agreements and arrangements with all living things."

Charlie said that part of the community's snoweyelh, or law of everything, is their responsibility to take care of the land. "Our elders always told us that we never owned the land, but we were a part of the land. And if we look after it, then it will look after us."