#i forgot salty's little marks

[nonbinary-protogen]

(Dont judge me, im still learning how to draw hands TvT)

My S.a.m.s oc, Salty, just woke up and Lunar already wants to play.

Salty's getting too old for any toys so they decided to do the thing that they enjoy doing most to all their friends, having a tickle fight.

Looks like lunar's gonna be losing this battle for quite some time, however Salty's still tired.

[ushiwhacka]

time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,127 words | established relationship, rough sex, creampie, cockwarming, ushi with a clingy girlfriend <3

“you’re just gonna leave like that?” 

hand hovering over the doorknob, wakatoshi stops dead in his tracks at the sound of your voice, surprised to find you standing behind him with your arms folded across your chest and an expression that can only be described as petulant. 

“you didn’t even say goodbye!” you whine. 

ah. he takes a step towards you, and before you have a chance to complain further his hand settles in the crook of your neck. thumb gently rubbing circles into your delicate skin. “my love,” he’s so apologetic, so sincere even though he knows “i’m just going to the store.” you both know you’re just being a brat. but he can’t help it. you look too cute with your eyes closed and lips dramatically puckered, impatiently stomping your feet. his hand slides to cradle your neck as he pulls you towards him and slots his lips gently against yours. and though your attitude might be a bit sour, there’s nothing sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue. 

“kiss me again.” this time it’s just a quick peck, barely touching as he tries to escape your grip. but you’re basically hanging off his neck, still pouting, still not satisfied. “again.” 

“what is this one for?” the way his eyes soften melts your heart a little.

“damages.” you quip. “because you forgot.” 

and you’re gasping as his body crashes against yours, large hands catching you by the waist, guiding your legs around him. “i’m sorry,” close enough to share the air that you breathe before he pays his damages. firm and claiming, “i won’t do it again.” now you’re the one dumbfounded. limbs trembling and limp like jelly as he leaves your home with a soft smile and a promise to be back right away.

wakatoshi has learned that you’re clingy, and he doesn’t really understand. he has never asked anyone to share much with him. and he’s never given much of himself to anyone. and, well, no one has ever asked. until you asked, no, demanded. like the first night you spent together when you shoved your finger in his shoulder just moments after he had turned his back to you and demanded to be held. your hands wrapped around him and face nuzzling into his neck. mumbling something about how he’s so mean to just leave you like that. peppering little kisses down his throat until your breathing deepened. and the realisation that you’ve found comfort in him, his body going rigid at the very thought of disturbing your sleep. the months of back pain before he finally understood that you’d just wanted to be close, feel his skin on your skin, the warmth of his body, that was all the comfort you ever needed.

this unfamiliar feeling of being wanted and desired so greedily. after his morning run, salty with sweat and strands of hair sticking to his forehead. and, still, you make grabby hands from your shared bed, asking for a kiss to start your day, your due. sitting next to the sink, a coy smile on your pretty face, watching him shave because he looks so so handsome when he sticks his jaw out like that. 

perched on top of him, your paws on his chest, pinning him down on the bed as if he’s prey. and the way you’re looking at him with darkened eyes, he just might be. insisting he lets you bite him. “i could just eat you alive.” fingers dig into muscles, squeezing around his pecs.

“then i would be dead and you would be sad about it.”

you scoff, “not if i just have a tiny little bite.” and your gaze turns calculating. “hmm, your thigh.”

“no, i need my thighs.”

“your butt?”

“no.”

ugh. “your cheek then.” wiggling your hips, preening and purring into his ear, mouth grazing over his cheekbone. so determined to get what you want. then sinking your teeth into the plane of his cheek when he doesn’t say no. not deep enough to leave a mark, but long enough so that his skin is slightly red and shiny with your drool. 

you can feel his cock twitch against your clothed pussy as you lick over the bite mark, slowly and with intent. “ah!” you’re gasping and giddy at the thought of flustering him. “you liked that!”

“that’s not-” 

“but you did!” there’s nothing to deny as your hand wraps around his cock. sitting so heavy and pretty against his abs. “are you hard?” he is, and you’re giggling. 

acting so innocent as you move your panties to the side and rub his tip through your soaking folds. then slowly, too slowly, sink down his length, taking as much of him as you can. the flush spreads from his chest, to his face, to the tip of his ears. and he just looks so adorable underneath you. as you make him feel every inch of your pussy, hand still firm around the base. 

gasping every time you go down a bit further. the way your lips part and eyes glaze over makes his balls ache. he lets you toy with him until he’s heard one too many “baby, i can feel you here,” as you drag his hand up to your belly button, “in my tummy.” and he loses all manners, ruthless in the way his hips are rutting up into you. fast enough to make you grab onto his shoulders, and brutal enough to have you drooling on his chest. words long replaced by tiny sobs and some incoherent form of oh my god, ’s too much repeated over and over and over again. helpless against the strength of his grip. 

your little pussy spilling with his cock and cum that it’s all dripping from the sides. and even as you lay on top of him, motionless and sticky and sloppy, you won’t let him pull out, walls tightening around his sensitive length at every attempt. because you need to feel him go soft inside you, to feel so close and so full of him until you doze off in his arms. 

then he finds himself being away from you for the first time. and the silence that should feel peaceful is suffocating. and shaving his face feels pointless when you’re not there to ogle him. the spacious bed feels a little cold and very empty. and he decides to ask. phone in hand, a strange anxious feeling swirling in his stomach, hoping that you’re awake. the relief that washes over him when he hears your voice. his shirt on you and his pillow in your arms, whispering about your day like it’s some great secret. and he learns something about himself that night. maybe he’s also clingy.

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[etfrin]

⤷❝Fantasize❞ | Ethan Landry

Warning - NSFW | knife play (small cuts), blood play, breath play, riding, p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), tiny bit of degradation | lmk if I forgot anything

Summary — smut / for once he wanted you to hold the knife and see how pretty he would look with cuts made by you, another way to mark the infamous Ghostface as yours | masterlist | bc:@cafekitsune

Gf! Ethan Landry x Female! reader

“I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

I'd give this pussy to you, nine-to-five, five-to-nine”

The song was fading into the background as the sounds of Ethan's pants seemed much more delicious to your ears.

He was sprawled on the bed for you, his brown eyes pleading for something, anything. His curls stick to his forehead. His cock throbbing inside your cunt, twitching with every little movement you made, leaking his pre-cum onto your walls.

You kept your grip on the knife firm. Making sure your hand wasn't shaking or anything as you led the tip of the blade near his jaw. "You would look cute with a cut here," you whispered absent-mindedly, too focused on this to notice how his eyes turned so desperate to feel the sharpness of the knife on his skin.

His hips thrust into you, making you moan in surprise and jolting you out of your thoughts. The knife fell onto the side of his head, and your walls tightened around his length as he began to hit your G-spot repeatedly.

You let yourself enjoy his sloppy yet accurate thrusts. Before you take the knife again and press the silver blade on his cheek. The sharpness of it cuts the skin, just a small cut, letting the blood ooze out and cover the blade.

Ethan groaned, "Oh- ah fuck, darling!" As the pace of pounding broke down to something slower he was getting used to the sting of the cut. You lean down, your tongue pressed against the cut, licking away the blood. Near his ear, you let out a loud moan, "You like this? God, you're such a pathetic fuck."

His hip rutted into you so deep that you almost couldn't keep balance. He whines, "Baby, please more." Who were you to deny him? So you pressed a kiss to the first cut of many, letting your lips get painted by his blood. Before you leaned back. One hand on his shoulder for balance and another holding the knife.

The rest of the cuts litter down from his chest to his torso. Red beads of blood on his skin. He looked like a painting. You wanted to take a picture. Instead, your fingers swipe the blood around his body, all over his skin. Your hand was bloody red from the action.

Tears of pleasure fell from his eyes. You bite your lower lip, the thrusts so far had been shallow, half-minded because you were both focused on this instead but now that he was covered in his blood, tears spilling like the pathetic sweet boy he is despite being a killer, it was about time you began to ride him. Take your pleasure from his cock.

The sound of your moans and his groans filled the room, overpowering the music playing in the background. You raise yourself so only the tip of his dick remains in your warmth before falling back down on his cock for a deeper fuck. You continue this until you're sweating, your throat sore from the whines leaving your lips. Your thighs ache but you don't stop, dragging yourself on his cock over and over again. Your tits bouncing, his hands grab the round flesh, kneading it. His hips meeting yours.

Both of your hands now were on his shoulders for support as you continued to ride his thick length. The cuts had stopped bleeding, and the salty smell of blood seemed to make you more aroused, making you bounce on his dick even faster than before. The blood was nearly dry on his body.

You lean your head down, one of your hands around his throat, not squeezing but just there as a presence as your tongue comes out to lick one of the wounds clean. He lets out a deeper, raspier groan as he feels you do this.

His hands grip your hips, and he holds tight enough to bruise the skin. He helps to set the pace again. You keep taking him to the hilt, your tongue busy lapping up the blood, ravishing the taste of it.

Your hand on his throat tightened, restricting his breathing just a bit. His hands hold you down as his hips begin to snap, hitting your bundle of nerves over and over again. You moan his name again and again as you feel yourself getting closer.

"Ethan," you whispered, your lips brushing against his chest, "Close."

He closes his eyes, dried stains of tears on his cheeks. "Me too," he whined loudly.

The pace gets faster, uncoordinated but so much better. Your thighs tense and you let out a deep moan. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure. Your hand squeezed his throat as your walls spasm around his cock.

He gasps as he feels your walls flutter, begging him to cum inside and paint your insides. He lets out a whimper as with one final thrust, his cock cums into you. Thick white ropes of his seed dripping down your cunt because that's how much the load was.

Oh, he felt so glad that he admitted this fantasy to you. He loved you for indulging him like this.

AN: hope y'all liked this one, tried something new :)

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 26 - Gangbang

Kink: GangBang

Pairing: F!Reader x M!Werebears

Other Kinks: Breeding, Mating Rituals

Warnings: Non-Con

Word Count: 1976 words

Kinktober Masterlist

They’d been following you for days.

Not that you would’ve noticed, too lost in the beauty of your backpacking trail. If you weren’t hyper focusing on the beautiful flowers that decorated the sides, you were looking through your binoculars at far away flocks of birds, comparing them to your nature guide and trying to identify off the vague details you could see. 

No, you were oblivious to the three bears trailing you, assuming the cracks of snapped tree branches and rustling leaves were the normal sounds of the forests. This backpacking trail was rather remote, part of its appeal, and most wildlife was avoidant of humans.

Keyword on most.

“I get her pussy next.”

The voice is muffled in the cacophony of noises; covered by the slapping of skin, the grunting of feral men, and the slobbering of your mouth

“I heard you the first five times, Bernard.” The bear behind you, Theo, grunts out each word. His general attitude seems to be ‘agitated’, with a permanent furrow in his brow. Given his angry expression you’d never guess he was even interested in you as a mate, seeming more annoyed by his whole affair than anything else. But the fervent desperation of his hips, the deep marks he no doubts leaves in your hips from gripping them so hard, betray a deep-seated desire that his demeanor otherwise conceals. He fucks you like an animal in heat, just as focused on breeding you as he is on claiming your insides as his own. You guess it's not an incorrect comparison to make.

“Don’t want you to forget.” Bernard curses, rolling hips so his cockhead juts against the back of your throat. His scent feels stuffed up your nose, your face buried so deep in his furry crotch that the lingering fear of asphyxiation passes across your bewildered mind. It's quickly overshadowed by the salty taste of cum on your tongue and the burning in your neck. His paws are gentler, not yanking in your hair and one even caressing the side of your face. But he still fucks your face like its a toy, no thought in how much more fragile human women are. “You look like you’re losing your mind back there.”

“Fuck off.” Theo holds his hips inside you, rubbing his head against your cervix. A full body shiver rolls down him, vibrating against your ass cheeks. It's only a temporary reprieve, Theo quick to resume his desperate humping, sweaty balls slapping against your clit.

“And t-then me?”

My god, you forgot there was a third one.

“Yes, Orson. You’ll get your turn.”

“Maybe.” Theo grunts under his breath.

The third bear may be less in stature, but is still intimidatingly large. Pushing 7 feet, its only his shaky voice that betrays his youth. That and his compliance to the other two. He had gotten a couple minutes of pawing at your breasts when they first took you, quick to rip off your clothes and ogle your naked form, but that was the extent of his involvement so far. For now he waits in the corner, jerking off his monster of a cock, eyes roving over your jiggling ass cheeks and bulging cheeks,

“Not a maybe, a yes. Don’t you remember being a young cub, Theo?”

“Not right now I don’t, fuck.”

His balls feel taut this time, pressed up snug against your throbbing clit. You’re surprised you even have the awareness to notice that, maybe some unconscious part of your brain remembering prior trysts, or an instinctual one, knowing you're about to get bred.

“Gonna fill you up, little bear.” Theo curses again, hips punishing in their pace even as he reaches orgasm. “Gonna fill you with my cubs.”

You can just make out Bernard rolling his eyes in your blurred vision, tears still clogging up the sides, running rivers down your cheeks. They’re not even from fear anymore, the constant bullying to your gag reflex forcing them out of you.

“Ungh.” Grunts Bernard, your throat contracting with the whines and winces from Theo’s intense pace. His hips snap like an ax against a tree trunk, though your pelvis is far less sturdy. 

“Oh-fuck!” Your toes curl as Theo finally, blissfully, explodes inside of you. His cum shots are violent like the rest of him, gushes of it violating your poor womb. You can feel his cock pulsing from within your walls, shooting rope after rope of his seed.

A warm paw caresses the side of your face, though it’s not Bernard. Your delirious gaze sweeps to the side, where a bold Orson, taking advantage of the surly Theo’s disheveled state, has sidled up next to you. Those cute, teddy-bear ears have perked up, his jaw glistening with drool.

Theo lays heaving behind you, trying to get his bearings as his cock softens inside your pussy. Bernard clicks his teeth.

“You had your turn, move.”

“Fuck you.” Theo grunts, but pulls out obediently.

You had thought Theo was the top dog (top bear?) in this group, what with his general aggro aura. But from the little quips that go ignored, the orders that get followed, you have a feeling Bernard is more dominant than you thought.

Your tongue lies flat and out as Bernard retreats from your mouth, cock still hot and throbbing. Orson’s softer paw caresses your sore jaw muscles, too exhausted to even try and keep your mouth closed. It wouldn’t do you any good anyway, Orson’s bright pink head already dappling the flat of your tongue with salty precum.

The weight of Theo’s body is replaced by Bernard; His fur a little fluffier, his musculature a little leaner. But his dick is just as thick, just as uncouth as he pushes it inside, little care for how sore you might be. He speaks softer, but this bear is just as brutal as the rest of them.

“Holy shit, you’re tight.” Bernard hisses, sliding easily with the mix of your slick and Theo’s cum. “Human pussy’s incredible.”

“Told ya.” Theo huffs. He sits back on his haunches, content and smug after claiming you. His eyes are gluttonous, burning into your skin. While Orson had been demure and hidden, Theo was loud and proud.

“Oh my gods.” Said Baby Bear is lost in his own world as he slides into your mouth, slower and obviously nervous. His cock jumps with every bump on your tongue, every undulation of your cheeks. More salty pre dribbles across your pallet. “Soo-o good.”

“Don’t get too cozy, Orson.” Bernard chuckles, rolling his hips in a half-thrust, just enough to send a shock up your spine. “Wouldn’t want to waste it all, would ya?”

Orson furiously shakes his head, though his eyes stay on your tear stained face, your bulging cheeks and bruised lips. His cock jumps again.

Bernard slowly pulls out to the tip, sliding in with a bit more force this time. You yelp and so does Orson, your mouth vibrating his sensitive cock. 

Bernard is much more controlled in his thrusts; While Theo had fucked you like a bear, Bernard’s more precise hits belayed the man hidden underneath his thick coat of fur. He focus his tip on your spongy walls, watches them grip and wrap around them with every slow pull out of you. You can hear his chuckles when he forces himself back in, watching you squeak and tremble from the hit. You can’t decide what's worse, because while Theo had been rough, Bernard has the shameful effect of actually turning you on. A familiar heat has started to brew in your belly, your pussy fluttering with the methodical hits against your g-spot.

Orson, on the other hand, is in every way an amateur. His hips move sloppily, his cock slipping out and cramming against your lips from time to time. If you weren’t relying on your splayed hands to keep you upright, you might have just grabbed him by the base and forced him to stay inside just to get it over with quicker. From the way his cock throbs and twitches form just a couple licks, you think a proper deep throat would have him cumming in no time.

“Look at those tits.” Theo growls from the side, big paw now moving back down to his half-soft cock, stroking it awake. “Fucking bouncing like that. Looks too fucking good.”

“Get her on top next time.” Bernard whistles, big paw slapping your jiggling ass cheeks. “Can watch her bounce on this cock too.”

“Not a bad idea.”

Orson’s contribution is a breathy moan, just the idea having his heart thumping.

“Think her milk will taste good?”

“I bet so.” Bernard leans forward to paw at your tits, pinching at your nipple with expertise. You hate the way it makes you clench, has your walls getting slick. Your mind is getting away from you. Bernard winces. “They’ll be nice and fat, ready for the cubs.”

“Hell yeah.” The distinct sound of jerking off comes from the side, Theo now sitting up to watch you take it from both ends. 

“I’m getting close, baby.” Bernard whispers, licking his chops. “You want that, wanna make me a Daddy?” His hips have picked up in speed, no more teasing and only focusing on the deepest part inside of you, of lining his shot up with your womb. “Gonna looks so pretty, all pregnant and cute. Our little human mate.”

Your toes begin to curl, the constant barrage against your most sensitive area becoming too much. Real tears have come back, overwhelming shame from the thought of cumming. 

“Uh-uh! Gonna looks so good!” Orson says, his sweaty fur clogging up your nose as he burrows deep in the back of your throat. He’s somehow worse than Bernard was, no thought to how his head bruises your poor mouth. “So fucking good!”

“You got him all worked up.” Theo laughs, big sharp teeth all on display. “First mating season and he’s ready to settle down.”

“If you felt her mouth you’d be t-too.” Bernard huffs, his chets beginning to heave with each flex of his legs.

You urge your mind to disappear, to project itself somewhere else, where you aren’t about to reach the peak in the embrace of three bear-men. But the feeling of rough finger pads on your clit forces you back down, forces you to face the earthquake that's about to rock you.

“Hmmph!” You scream around Orson’s cock, your body overcome with trembles as a delirious orgasm hits you. With everything contracting, it’s no wonder Bernard is sent over the edge.

“Unngh!”

And so is Orson.

“O-oh shit!”

Hot streams of cum fill you from both sides, both your womb and belly plugged up by the viscous fluid. You struggle to breath, eyes rolling back from the cock pressed right against your cervix and your poor face stuffed in fur.

Orson is the first to collapse, literally falling out of your mouth and onto his back. His cock spurts a couple last times, his eyes glazed over and catching his breath. Theo erupts into laughter.

“That's not where you're supposed to cum, idiot!”

Bernard just chuckles, patting your side. He stays sheathed inside you, occasionally swiveling his hips, smearing the last remnants of his cum inside you. Making sure his claim is staked.

“Guess your throat was too much for him, sweet thing.” 

You’re not in a better position, your arms finally given out and your face collapsed in the dirt. Never did you think the bare ground would feel so nice, cool and clean compared to the musty fur of the bears.

You think you fall asleep like that, Bernard is still inside you. You don’t remember, the next couple days being a blur of exactly the same. The one constant is the body heat, their cocks, and their voices.

“Our perfect mate.”

[beenbaanbuun]

worship w/ mingi

words - …

genre - smut

warnings - body worship (m! receiving), mingi’s tummy, alcohol (no one is drunk), mingi’s thighs, foot job (f! receiving), marking, biting, hair pulling, praise, pet names

NOT PROOF READ!!! i forgot to tag this so i woke up and was upset people were ignoring it then i realised it’s bc i’m just a little bit dumb :D

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sitting between mingi’s thighs with your hands massaging the thick muscles, your lips pressed just under his naval as you worship his tummy. he’s petting your hair with one of his big hands, a tumbler glass of whisky in the other. every so often he takes a sip, smacking his lips as the warm liquid flows down his neck, pooling in his stomach, just beneath where you’re lazily running your lips back and forth.

he’s not too sure what brought this on, and he’s not sure where it’ll go. what he does know, however is that he likes it. he likes having you between his legs worshipping the parts of his body that he himself doesn’t love. he likes hearing your little whimpers, feeling your warm lips against his bare skin. the bite of your fingers digging into his thighs and the softness of your hair beneath his palm. it’s intoxicating, the feeling of that alone doing more to addle his mind than the alcohol. you’re intoxicating…

“you’re so hot,” you whine as you lightly rub your nose against the smooth flesh. you love the way his skin smells, like honey and milk, soft and soothing and warm. it’s everything that he is as a person. you plant another kiss along the waistband of his pants. “love your body, mingi… so soft and pretty…”

he gives you a questioning hum, to which you respond by licking a fat stripe up to his naval. his skin is salty with residual sweat from the day, but you don’t care. in fact, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t rather enjoy it. having the taste of him on your tongue sends your brain spinning. you want more of it because it’s mingi.

your mingi.

teeth scrape against the soft skin of his tummy and you can’t help but bite down. there’s a deep grunt from somewhere above you, fingers lacing into your hair to give it a sharp tug. it’s hard, but not enough so to hurt. really, it’s just a little warning for you to behave, as if mingi is expecting you to get carried away with yourself. so even though you hardly want to, you let go with your teeth, instead soothing the little indents with your tongue. fuck he tastes so good, you think to yourself. a guttural moan slips out of your throat as you languidly mouth at his stomach.

“fucking hell, princess,” he slurs as he watches you closely. with your eyes clamped shut and your lips moving so desperately, it’s not hard for him to see just how much pleasure you’re getting from this. he wouldn’t be surprised if you’re already dripping down there, panties sticking to your slick folds as your cunt goes ignored. you don’t seem bothered if that is the case, too desperate to worship mingi to even think about yourself. god, you’re adorable. “you treat me so well, don’t you? my pretty one making me feel so loved… do you like this? making your baby boy feel good? fuck, i bet you’re so wet!”

not wanting to pull away just yet, you just nod against him. your nose runs against the sensitive skin, tickling him just a little. he squirms ever so slightly, but your grip on his thighs does a pretty good job of keeping him in place on the couch. it seems you’ve taken a leaf out of his book; he who loves nothing more than to pin you down when he’s eating you out, pleasuring you until you literally can’t take any more. he chuckles at how cute you are, using his own tricks against him.

god, he’s so in love with you.

“you’re so sweet, princess,” he coos as you take his skin between your lips, suckling on it, intent on making your mark on him. he’s fine with that; it makes him happy to know you want to mark him up. to make him yours physically, just as he already is yours mentally. it’s precious; you’re precious. he wants to give you more. “do you want to cum, princess?”

the question is so nonchalant that it almost doesn’t twig in your brain. he says it as casually as he would if asking you anything else. do you want a glass of water? do you want to eat dinner? do you want to cum? it almost slips in one ear and straight out the other… almost.

but the ache between your thighs is only growing, and your hands are too busy to deal with it yourself. you find yourself nodding again, humming gently against his skin. he smiles again, the overwhelming love he feels for you expressing itself in a face-splitting, cheek-aching grin. “you want to ride my foot?” you give him another nod.

he wastes no time in moving the appendage, lacking any sort of grace as he stuffs it between your thighs and presses it tightly against your clit. you keen against his stomach and it’s music to his ears. the amount of pride he feels when pleasing you is incomparable to anything else. he can play you like a guitar, knowing exactly where to touch to pull all those cute little sounds from you. the way you whimper as he begins to rub it back and forth against you only goes to prove his point.

“good girl,” he hums before tipping the last of the whisky down his throat. it burns, but he can’t focus on that when you’re being so good for him. his perfect little princess.

[zombieplaygrounds]

CW: (i lowkey forgot to finish this ><), price x afab!f! reader drabble, smut, mdni, insecure! price?, slightly toxic relationships, internal cumshot, sex while crying, cigarettes.

Fuck. You were so pathetic at the mercy of Price. His gorgeous girl, easily accessible whore. He loved you, he fucked you like he hated you - of course. And there were those occasions you really did scare him, darling. He was a broken man that you had to pick up piece by piece only for him to shatter all over again with leave. Arrives home like a fucking horror movie, covered in injuries and freshly sprouting injuries. Loves it, that glimmer in your eyes and a slackened jaw.

You'd run up with glossy eyes - you looked like you really cared. And he almost believed it. But god forbid you loved and cared for this monster known as John Price. The shiny dangling dog tag sticking to your chest and dangling around with every movement. Gave you a copy because he "isn't sure you would get the original when he dies, love".

So cruel, really. The way he tugs you in all different directions, mentally claiming you into a stupid and gullible thing. All just to spend hours fucking you so rough and rapidly, making you cry from the overstimulation and searing hot pleasure in your core. Your cunt squeezing around his cock in desperate attempts to be bred, milk him of his spawn. All while he kissed the back of your neck, digging his teeth to leave pretty indents in your soft flesh.

You'd gasp out sharp huffs of air - pleads for mercy -you would beg, not due to his cruel words, or that arrogant smirk with his hand grasping at your neck with all the power in the world. But because of the intimacy and vulnerability he had chosen to give only you to see this passionate and rabid beast he was reduced to in your presence a made you cry those fat hot tears of love. Love so cruel it would gag you.

And of course, to the painful end of it all, your head was left spinning, vision blurred - and fuck, he had you huffing like a fucking mutt. He'd pull his cock out, admiring the webby strands of arousal and sperm that connected the two of you. Groaning just slightly as the angry head of his cock oozed with more greedy substance, directing itself back toward your seeping entrance. So tempting, but based on your pathetic little whines and trembling legs - you were spent. Mewling like a kitten when he grazed his finger tips curiously across your swollen, puffy folds.

"Fuckin' beautiful." Price whispered, licking the salty, delectable cream of your cunt. The noise and awful buzz of insecurity in his mind slowly fading away to nothing but an empty, soothing silence. Gave him a chance to enjoy his cigarette, all while gently combing his digits across your bare back. Already had Price memorized your blemishes, scars, stretch marks; all of it little pieces he clung to desperately - figments of your reality. That mixed in with the markings of his hands, his nails; rigid scratches on your hips...

Perfection.

Time would pass, what felt like hours was really minutes of him just admiring the messy work of art he had splurted between your thighs. Groaning a bit as he leaned back, resting his sore muscles. Sooner or later you'd crawl to bury yourself against his soft, muscular form.

[fateisfiction]

From these prompts I give you:

Summer Kiss ft. Gaz

Soft vibes, sfw

It's not often you get to take a vacation with Kyle, but they've just finished up a long mission and Price has *promised* not to call anyone in for the next two weeks. As soon as you heard, you took it upon yourself to book a room in Portugal to spend a week with Kyle. Some nice warm weather, white sand beaches, and no plans sounded like just the thing you needed to reconnect with your boyfriend.

Of course, Kyle just can't keep his mouth shut, so you have to keep the whole trip a surprise so that Johnny and Simon wouldn't invite themselves along, injecting themselves into *your* relationship. So when you tell Gaz to pack his bags, he has to play a guessing game for what to pack.

"Do I need a coat?"

"Maybe."

"What about boots?"

"You'll bring them whether I say yes or no."

"Can you just tell me if it will be warm or cold?"

"Nope."

You don't even look up from the magazine you're reading, an issue of National Geographic with a story about Antarctica featured right on the cover. Kyle hopes that's not a hint, but he packs his heavy winter coat, just in case.

When you finally leave for the train station, Kyle has 3 full bags, prepared for any situation, and all you have is a little rolling suitcase and your makeup bag. You almost feel bad and tell him to leave what he doesn't need in the trunk of the car, but maybe this will finally teach him to keep his mouth shut. Though, you've been thoroughly entertained listening to Johnny try to figure out where you're taking him away to, making suggestions on what to bring, almost all of them missing the mark.

Just this once, you want to be able to relax with Kyle on the beach and not have to go rappelling down some cliffside to see "the most beautiful waterfall they've ever seen." For once, you want to have your boyfriend to yourself.

When you finally get to the hotel, Kyle practically collapses in the bed, taking you with him. You really couldn't tell him to bring his swim trunks? He thinks the only thing he wasn't prepared for was a beach vacation. That's fine though, you can always run out and grab whatever he forgot to pack.

That evening, the two of you find a little restaurant right on the beach, a candlelit table not far from the sand. Pleasant music fading to the background with the soft crash of waves as you chat, laughing about how you had him convinced that you were dragging him off to Switzerland or Austria, or even the southern hemisphere to get out of the heat.

That evening, the two of you walk along the beach, hand in hand, as he carries both of your sandals. The cool salty water coming up to your ankles as the tide rolls back in.

He can't help but notice how stunning you look in the moonlight. In an attempt to pull you closer for a kiss, he knocks you off balance right as a larger wave crashes ashore sending the two of you tumble into the sand. Laughter fills the air as you lay on top of him, both of you soaked to some extent. He pulls you in for a kiss and the two of you bask in the moment. A perfect getaway. He could almost see himself getting down on one knee, finally slipping the the ring he's been carrying around for months onto your finger. Finally asking you to be his wife.

He supposes that will have to wait. Another wave crashes into you and you rush to get up, running out of the water for drier land, laughing as he stumbles along after you. Yeah. Maybe it was worth keeping this for just the two of you.

COD Masterlist

[poraphia]

"The Battle of His Teal Hoodie."

➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x student!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.5.23 | 751 words

➵ CONTAINING! oversized hoodie, facetime calls, reader is a university student

➵ SAYING! literally so self-indulgent. ive been studying for like an hour straight in the library and im still THINKING ABOUT THAT HOODIE BRO IM GONNA GET IT ONE DAY WATCH BARKABRKARK btw if u wanna be in my taglist feel free to message me okay mwa mwa enjoy

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When your boyfriend is over six foot and has an entire collection of merch where his name is plastered over cozy polyester hoodies,

you bet your sweet ass I was going to steal at least five of them.

College life wasn’t as romanticized as I thought it would be. Sure, the warmth of a coffee during a chilly morning while endlessly typing on my laptop sounded good on paper, but I guess I forgot to mention the endless due dates and upcoming exams I had to study for. I found myself buried in the corner of the university’s library on the quietest floor. I looked through my schedule, crossing out any assignments I already completed and also checking back on my classes to see if I needed to make any event adjustments.

My eyes felt heavy as I took another gulp of my caffeinated drink. My headphones shielded my ears comfortably as gentle sounds of a guitar strumming and a buttery voice filled my senses. A deep sigh escaped my nostrils before I sat back in my seat, slightly rolling away from the desk I was sitting at.

Bzzz! Bzzz!

I looked over to my phone on my desk before picking it up. I was welcomed by a picture of Wil with lipstick marks all over his face. Smiling, I swiped open the call to see my beautiful boyfriend walking around the busy streets of Brighton. I propped my phone up against my laptop to give him a full angle of me and the bookshelves behind me.

“Hey, darling, I missed you!” He smiled brightly.

“I missed you too, Wil. How was studio recording?” I asked. I pushed my laptop a little further back to make space in between me and my notebook. I took a colorful highlighter and started to go over my notes as he spoke.

“Studio was fine. We’re almost done recording a whole song for the new EP, so that should be exciting.” He chuckled. “I’m just heading over to Tom’s until you get out of school. Do you wanna get some lunch together after I pick you up?”

“Yeah, I could go for a sandwich and pretzel honestly.” I smiled, imagining the salty and buttery taste of the pretzel in my mouth already.

“Sounds good,” he confirmed. He took a glance of me briefly before doing a double take. “Hey, what are you wearing?” He asked. He held his phone closer to his face, only giving me an angle of his mess of curly hair and forehead.

“Hmm?” I hummed. “I’m just wearing my usual clothes.” I answered, oblivious.

“Now you’re just lying to me!” He laughed. “I see you smiling! Go on, stand up and let me that hoodie.”

With a defeated sigh, I stood up with my back nearly against the bookshelves so he could get a full angle of my outfit. I was wearing white tennis shoes, black shorts, but most distinctly of all, I was wearing Wil’s teal hoodie from his “Wilbur Soot ‘96” collection. The hoodie was nearly two sizes bigger than me with the sleeves going past my fingertips and my shorts just barely showing from how long the article of clothing was.

“Mhm,” he hummed. “So you decided to steal my merch, huh?”

“It’s comfy!” I exclaimed, hugging myself with the long sleeves wrapped around my waist. “Plus it smells like you, and it has your name on it! Wearing this is like screaming I’m the best partner Mr. Soot could ever ask for!” I went over and picked up my phone before holding it above my head.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He chuckled. “I’m going to steal that back once I pick you up.” He threatened, waving his finger into the camera.

“Over my dead body.” I stuck my tongue out at him. Wil scoffs, holding his hand to his chest as if offended.

“Oh, we’re going to brawl, just you wait.” He held his camera close to his eyes before bringing his lips to the camera. “Love you though!” Before I could say anything else, he hung on me.

I stared down at my phone. I smiled, tilting my head a little as I fiddled with the strings of my— or rather— Wil’s hoodie.

Maybe I should run to the gym a bit after class as a warmup.

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a / n ~ hiii hope u enjoyed! reblogs, replies, and likes are super appreciated! im almost at 200 followers and im so excited!! seriously, i wanna get to know my followers better so if anyone wants to be an anon or just drop a hello please feel free :)

[pholla-jm]

Beautiful Just The Way You Are

IMAGINE: BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE ~ SANJI X READER FLUFF: FLUFF WARNING: TALKS ABOUT INSECURITIES, LIKE STRETCH MARKS Nova's Notes: Just a reminder, we're all beautiful just the way we are! ****************

Standing in front of the mirror in only your undergarments, you continue to pick out insecurities here and there. A frown settles on your face as you find another stretch mark on your thighs. 

You run your hands over the markings with a distressed sigh. “What am I doing wrong?” You ask yourself while walking away from the mirror. You started to feel frustrated with yourself. No matter what you did, another mark would appear. 

Tears started to prick your eyes. From what? You didn’t exactly know. From anger at yourself, frustration, and maybe sadness. You started to feel bad about yourself. You knew that you could never be as beautiful as Nami and Robin.

You heard a knock at the door when you put your shirt on. Thinking it was Nami or Robin, you told them that they could come in. You look towards the door, surprised to see Sanji. 

You weren’t expecting your boyfriend.

His eyes immediately drifted down to your legs, noticing that you were only in a shirt and underwear. He slaps a hand over his nose, stopping the nosebleed that would come if he didn’t leave the room. 

However, he notices the fresh tears that stained your cheeks. Eyes a little red and glossy. He immediately forgot about the fact that you were only in a shirt and underwear. He closes the door and walks towards you. 

“Mon chéri, what’s the matter?” He asks, one hand going down to your waist, and the other to cup the side of your cheek. That question released the floodgates of tears. More tears run down your face. “I just,” you wipe tears from your eyes, “I just feel so ugly right now.” 

Sanji’s eyes widen and he immediately pulls you into a tight hold. “No, no. Mi amour. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. Tell me, why are you feeling this way?” His heart breaks a little with every shake of your body. 

He feels terrible. He thinks that he should be more doting so that you never feel this way ever again. 

“My stretch marks…. I found a new one… and ugh, I just hate it. No matter what I do, there’s always something.” 

Sanji pulls back a little, both of his going to your face to wipe away your tears. He leans forward, planting a small kiss on your nose. 

“Stretch marks, cellulite, scars do not define your beauty. I think that stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks, freckles, scars are the best thing ever. You started off like a blank canvas and look at you now. This is evidence that you have lived. And I think you have lived the most beautiful life.” 

You started tearing up more from his words. This time, it wasn’t from sadness. Tears of love. A frown is placed on Sanji’s face. “Did I say something wrong?” 

You shake your head, “no. no. Not at all. What did I do to deserve such a loving boyfriend?” 

A chuckle leaves his lips and he leans down to place a small kiss on your lips. He could slightly taste the saltiness from your tears, but he didn’t care. “I should be the one asking that.” 

You just shake your head and lean your head on his chest. Reveling in the smooth sound of his heart beat. 

“I love you, Sanji.” You could hear his heart skip a bit hearing your words. You smile at his reaction. Another kiss is placed on top of your head, “and I love you more.”

[jazeswhbhaven]

The Encounter of Two Flames | React | Final!

I'm ngl I forgot I didn't do the last day lmaooo but let's do this nowwww.

Even though it's pretty much everyone has seen it already and there's no point in marking it as a spoiler I'm going to go ahead and dive in on this. Now if this is the first post you're seeing of my previous reacts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

If you don't need any of dat, then let's get on with itttt *btw I was wrong and there were only 9 days for the story instead of 10*

But quick recap is that we were left off with Luci showing up to aid Satan after he helped Sitri get over his depressive self-harm moment that nearly burned the entire town down.

Because yah Satan did the thing and ripped his heart out so Sitri could drink his blood from the source like how they first met and junk.

So Luci gave Satan over to Paimon and now Rin is standing up too, the cutie.

Wait...who are you talking to??? <_<

FORASSSSSS???@?@?@?@>

He was spying on them the entire time, it's like I almost forgot Foras could do that lmao I just didn't think this would be remotely relevant...and this is the first time Foras got to meet Lucifer and he was very nice about it.

Wait, Bimet and Eligos now too????? AHHHH>>W>W>????

So Eligos and Bimet were there watching because they share borders and found this important. Eli does admit they should have helped but he's glad it worked out.

ngl Eli the shit was happening for quite a while ya'll sure waited quite a long ass time....

ANYWAYS

Apparently Beel was there well in fly form anyway too. Like did everybody pretty much just show up in Gehenna and just stood around waiting for what Satan would do, I'm kinda being salty about that but when you think about it Satan would of being like "nah"

Mammon ofc was like "Sitri belongs to me so I had to check" and I'm crying because even back then....oh Mammon the man that you are...

Rei is adorable he grabbed onto Luci's sleeve and was trying to say something and I'm like THE BABYYYYYY

He's like a stern older brother lmao

But yeah apparently Jjok can't speak with he is Rei so that answers some speculations. That literally means we won't be hearing that little ridiculous cute squeak toy voice come out of this hot man lol he's literally just silent.

Jjok is so mad lmao he's wondering why he can't speak in his high rank form. So even though we know he can't speak even he doesn't know why he can't.

Luci ofc is like "then don't transform" doing his blunt answer thing and Jjok is like "awh man but I look so coooooolllll" which is on point for his character.

Awh well Jjok has gotta love his fond family more for sure than just someone he admires. I think it's cute of him.

Luci just says to himself that Satan will always have people watching him no matter how small he is. (not everyone still dunking on him for his size goodness)

So we're back in Gehenna after this little scene and Sitri was on probation and all that stuff but Paimon and Leraye are encouraging him to rest up

What's this?

Nah Sitri who you fuckin'?

Tell the class...we won't jump you....cause ya know Solomon ain't there nor is MC so...

who you fuckinnnnnnnnnn

Oh a text? That's who you fuckin' probs I'm callin' it... lmao

So Satan is telling Sitri he's being too mean because the person everyone is wondering who is texting Sitri rn is none other than-

Yup Amy

And Sitri explains that he just wanted to know how he was feeling and that there was other stuff in the text message after that but he said "I ain't readin' all dat" and blocked him lmao

The energy from this devil is real.

Ppyong wonders though why it is that Sitri hates Amy so much when he's normally nice to everyone.

So, how I'm going to interpret this...

I think that Sitri sees himself in Amy, like the brute and feral part of himself that was uneducated and doing just whatever. That raw power and sense of being able to do whatever the fuck he wanted carelessly. He relates to Amy in so many ways it bothers him and he doesn't like being reminded of it, it's like looking at a constant mirror over and over of the behaviors you never want to see that you have of yourself deep down.

But at the same time he can't really blame Amy for that, but unfortunately that's his gripe and his grudge and he won't let go of it no matter what.

And also, it seems that Satan knows truly what it is but because his mischievous and entertained by their banter he doesn't want them to make up like ever.

ugh why won't bae answer my texts like????? LMAO i'm just messin' around.

But at the same time this shit is cute of him. Like he's honestly waiting on a response or like a huge paragraph of Sitri cussin' him out or something

he has a crush on Sitri so bad it's c r a z y.

But anyways he actually cares about him? That's super sweet. I told ya'll in the beginning it seemed like Sitri is way more harsh about their banter than Amy is. On his side it's more like boyish pranks whereas Sitri keeps doing shit to literally inconvenience or damn near kill him lmao

And then it says at the end of this event that the day of Sitri and Amy chilling out on their stuff has yet to come but Gehenna was at peace and their devils are strong and had their own bonds with one another.

And there we have it lovelies. The Satan and Sitri event which kinda felt more like a Sitri event again. I'm slightly disappointed as we didn't really get that much Satan lore and tons more about Sitri instead. I'm actually really starving on some Satan lore because already have so much of the other Kings and barely anything with him...

I'm wondering what the deal is about that. Do the devs just not like Satan as much so therefore put priority into his backstory and other things like his c a r d s on the back burner?

Justice for my OC's man like frfr he out here gettin' crumbs.

But anyways the reason I'd like more insight on him too is that I'm getting into Tokyo Revengers and since this is literally Satan and Belphie's territory in terms of their design and personality type, I'm really just like Y E S ? ? ? MORE??? WHEN ON THE BOIS DAMN.

At any rate I guess we'll all just have wait or just keep griping that we never get anything on Satan and maybe the devs will peep that and listennnn

But thank you all as always for sitting in and reading my stuffs <3 ya'll are cool. Stay simpin' for your faves. -your lovely adminnnnn

[evergone]

Black Swan, White Swan

Yamato Endo x Reader (slight x Chika Takiishi)

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing, usual Takiishi-Endo violence.

Description: Takiishi can be really awful to Endo, so the reader tries to show him what he's really worth. Too bad Endo's infatuated with Takiishi to the point where the reader's not sure who he loves more.

“He’s so mean to you,” you pout as you place a kiss on the red, hand-shaped mark on your boyfriend’s face.

Endo hums, and responds with, “And yet I love him anyway.”

With a frown, you pull away from his cheek to stare at him judgmentally. He shakes his head, rolls his eyes, and leans back on the couch, moving in just the right way to make his bulge slide across your clothed pussy as you sit in his lap. Knowingly, you lay down on top of him, pressing your breasts against his chest so they push up in the low-cut top you’re wearing. This way, he knows you can tease him, too.

“I don’t get how you can love him,” you sigh sensually, “Not when he gives you nothing, and I give you all this.”

You begin to slowly grind your hips against his, building the tension between your lower parts. His breaths instantly become more frequent, the desperation and the excitement taking control of all his bodily functions. You wonder how long he’ll last. After meeting with Takiishi, Endo always comes home hot and bothered. It’s so much easier to get what you want from him — what you need from him — if Takiishi’s started him off. And you try to think of that in some platonic way, but you know better.

“You can touch me however you want, but you can’t touch me like he does,” he says.

This infuriates you, and you place a hand on each of his pecs, and push yourself off him. Your arms cross, and you give him a look of complete and utter disgust. Still, your pussy is pulsing, begging to be satisfied because it has just been so damn long. Endo isn’t ignorant of this either, and he takes advantage of your weakness by gripping your hips, and forcing you to roll over his bulge again, and again, and again. You’re like clay, so ready to be molded in his hands.

Eventually, you give in to your impulses, and unzip his jeans. You pull them down his legs, planting kisses on the inside of his thighs as you go, and the tent in his black underwear grows even bigger. Then, you kiss his tip, and lick his length, drenching his underwear. He grows impatient, and takes them off for you, his dick springing out eagerly, obsessively.

Just the sight of it, in all it’s glory, makes you drool, and you indulge yourself in the salty taste of his precum. He wants you to take it in your mouth, so you do. You let him tangle his fingers in your hair, and force his dick so far into your throat so many times (without even considering that you might need a little more air) that you’re teetering too close to the line between gagging and vomiting. You throw you head back against him, he releases you from his ravenous hold, but he complains about not getting to come in your mouth.

“I’ll let you fill me up somewhere better,” you say proudly, and place your knees on either side of his waist.

He grabs the centre piece of fabric of your underwear, and tugs until they tear apart. You whine something about them being really expensive, but he doesn’t care to listen. In moments, he’s balls deep inside of you, pounding against your cervix like your nothing more than a cumrag or a flesh light. You take his right hand, and press one of his fingers against your clit, and he lets out a few words that sound very suspiciously like ‘I forgot about you.’ It makes you hiss, which he assumes is a sound of pleasure, so he stays rubbing circles on your clit at a rapidly increasing pace.

You force two of your own fingers into your hole alongside his dick, and he groans at the contact. He’s so vocal — always groaning, and grunting, and moaning. It’s atrocious, and you love it. When you pull your fingers out, they’re covered in your slick, so you shove them into his mouth. His tongue makes a figure eight around them, lapping up every last drop of you, then you draw them out, and run them along his body. You kiss him again, and in the swap of saliva, you taste yourself. So fruity, so sweet.

“Can he touch you like this?” You ask him.

“No,” he replies.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” you say.

“No! He can’t touch me like this!” He moans, and you smile proudly to yourself.

But then, the door opens, and the speed at which he’s pounding into you starts to become more frantic, more wanting. You almost manage to avoid glancing at the door, but you can’t help yourself. When you see Takiishi standing there with that vacant look in his eye, you scoff, and stand up off your boyfriend’s dick. A web of fluids connect the two of you, but snaps when you take a step back. Endo whimpers as he tries to beckon you back onto him with one hand, and waves half-heartedly at Takiishi with his other, and you roll your eyes at it all.

“Why did you stop?” Takiishi says.

Instantly, Endo is pulling you back, and you sit down on his dick with an annoyed look. He offers you a pout that silently begs ‘please? for me?’ and you start to bounce on him, only slightly amused when the sound of your skin slapping against his reverberates through the room.

With Takiishi watching, Endo is a much more attentive lover. Despite all his attention being on his friend (for lack of a better word), he seems to crave Takiishi’s approval, and thus, focuses hard on proving that he is the world’s best lover. His pace slows, he breathes warmly into your neck as he places kisses all over your collarbone, his eyes stuck on Takiishi’s. His fingers are pinching your clit, and making your eyes close as tears start to prick at the edges. For the first time in weeks, you let out a string of grunts interspersed with ‘Yamato, faster!’ (which he ignores in favour of prolonging this for you, but more so for Takiishi), and ‘Fuck!’, and ‘More! More!’

Finally, your entire body tenses, the walls of your cunt clench on his cock, and your hands ball into fists as you reach your climax, and fall softly on top of his body. He continues to use you until his thick, hot cum fills you up, and you don’t spare another thought about whether or not you took your pill this morning.

“I love you,” he says, but neither you nor Takiishi answer.

[sweatytimetravelearthquake]

"Suck it, baby"

Child is a fucking possessive man who likes to dominate his partner. And this is a fact. But he is caring enough, he will never take it by force, unless you ask for it yourself.

At home, he wore pajama pants and an unbuttoned silk shirt that exposed his body, showing a beautiful relief of muscles and a large scar on his chest. His day off went badly, considering that Tartaglia was bombarded with paperwork, which he disliked so much. And it was impossible to refuse, because how sternly Dottore looked at him... I didn't look at it. But the harsh atmosphere was felt, even when the redhead could not see his eyes, the sinister grin was not a kind look. He was very tired, even if he hadn't done all the work, but it was too tiring for him. The guy plopped down on the couch, sighing heavily and lit a cigarette, inhaling nicotine deeper. He did not smoke so often, at moments when his strength was leaving him, or his nerves were starting to burn. His spread thighs beckoned to sit on one of them, and then hug him by pulling his hair. That's when you got a clever idea in your head. You sat down lower on the floor and rested your head on his leg, a slight smile slipped on Child's face, and he gently stroked your head, running his fingers through your blond hair.

— Excuse me, beauty, I worked so hard and was very tired that I completely forgot about you. What do you want to do?

— Sit still. You've already worked hard today, you work so hard every day, — Tartaglia told you at the beginning of the relationship that he can safely provide, creating the best conditions. And you liked it too, because you were homely. And he never devalued your housework, praising, sometimes giving massages, pleasing you with the most expensive gifts and trips to restaurants, any beauty salons. You unbuttoned his fly, began stroking his penis through the fabric of his underpants, and then stood up, kissing Child, leaving marks on his neck. He held you down, sometimes pulling at your hair and squeezing your buttocks. You started it first.

Now you're sitting on your knees again, twisting him with your hand. Your tongue touched his head, tasting the salty pre-ejaculate. She ran her tongue from the base to the end and took it half in her mouth, starting to move slowly, taking it deeper and deeper. His hand lay on your cheek and gently stroked it, and then took hold of the hair on the back of your head and pressed, forcing you to move towards and take it deeper.

— Suck it, baby. Take it deeper, show how you can do it. — and you'd be lying if you said you didn't like the guy's dominance. You liked the way he smoked while you gave him a blowjob. Sometimes he would pull your blond locks so that you would sometimes look up at him with your eyes. Your throat was starting to hurt, and there were tears in the corners of your eyes. His hand moved lower to your throat, squeezing and moving higher so that he could feel his cock. Your tongue was playing with Childe's dick. —Damn, baby, you're really good, mmm," he groaned hoarsely, starting to move towards you, and then came down your throat, breathing a little heavily.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Unaware of My Strength

100 Followers Event: Day 1/31

DOM! Armin Arlert x GN! Reader

(Warning: Manga spoilers, smut, swearing, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, safe word is used)

(Scenario- You didn’t expect Armin’s rough side to be so rough, too rough even)

You and Armin have been together for years, you both been dating since you two were training to be on the Survey Corps. You have been by his side throughout all of it, when everyone found out that Annie was a traitor, when he got turned into a Titan and ate Bertholdt, when he felt guilty for being responsible for the deaths of so many Marleyans due to his Titan power, and when he had to help kill Eren to save the rest of humanity. You loved Armin and wanted to make the rest of his years he had left great. Armin was a good boyfriend to you, took care of you whenever you were sick, comforted you whenever you lost someone you cared about, and very gentle with you. Even in y’alls most intimate moments he would still be very gentle, trust me Armin does make you feel good but you started to fantasize about how Armin would be if he went rough on you. You were sitting on the middle of your shared bed, Armin was outside chopping wood for the fireplace. If you were being honest you started to feel horney from fantasizing about Armin so you waited patiently for his return. Once he returned, he took a shower and went in the bedroom to get his clothes that he forgot. That was until you stopped him, “Armin, don’t put your clothes on yet..I want to do something fun with you.” You said, eyes filled with desire for Armin’s rough side. Armin knew what you were hinting at, but he didn’t know that you were wanting him to go much more rough. “Ohh I see.” Armin went on the middle of the bed where you were at and gently pulled your legs apart, you chuckled softly, “Babe, I wanna try something different this time instead of you being gentle I want you to be rough with me.” Armin was a little bit shocked by this, “Are you really sure about this?” He asked, looking for signs of discomfort anywhere. “Yes I’m positive.” You said, Armin thought for a moment, “Okay then, the safe word is red light.” Armin then grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you down onto the bed kissing you passionately but it’s quickly turns into a rough make out session. His tongue making sure nothing goes untouched, he pulled away for a moment to give you hickeys. Armin first marks you on your bottom lip, then on the tip of your ear and whispers “You’re gonna do as I say, you got that?” Armin says in a commanding tone, “Yes Armin.” You suddenly moaned as you felt a hard spank on your ass. “It’s Commander to you.” Armin says harshly, “Maybe I should teach you a lesson, get off the bed and get on your knees now.” You were shocked on how Armin can go from a gentle pace to a much more rough pace, but you liked that, it made it more exciting. You got on your knees at the edge of the bed, and Armin was now sitting in front of you legs spread ready for you. “Suck it now.” “Yes Commander.” You wasted no time and sucked his dick you grabbed his balls and started stroking it, making him groan with pleasure. He grabbed your hair and bobbed your head up and down, in no time he came. Has he been wanting this? How did he cum that quickly? Those were the questions going through your brain. “Swallow.” After you heard Armin’s command, you listened and swallowed (plus u don’t want salty ass cum sitting in your mouth). Armin then gets up and pulls you onto the bed, your ass up in the air while all you can see is the bed sheets. “Do you want my dick in your ass? I bet a whore like you would like that.” The thought of Armin shoving his dick into you roughly excited you so goddamn much. “Yes Commander. I would love your dick shoved inside me.” Armin smirked at that, he grabbed your hips and slammed his dick all the way inside you. It hurt like hell, you were expecting him to stop for a moment so that you had time to adjust to the pain but he didn’t stop he just kept going and going. “Ahh~ A-Armin, wait a minute.” You said in attempt to make him slow down but he was so focused that he couldn’t even hear your cries. The pain was too much, you expected the pain to go away soon but that wasn’t the case. Each time his dick went into you the pain grew worse, all the sudden you felt

a sharp stinging pain and a warm liquid but it didn’t feel like cum. That’s when you realize that you were bleeding, Armin still didn’t stop so you thought that he didn’t realize so you decided to use the safe word or else you might get more hurt. “R-Red light” You managed to barely get the words out, those words automatically snapped Armin out of his thoughts and when he pulled out he saw the blood. “O-Oh my God! Holy crap I’m so sorry, here let me treat your injury real quick.” After Armin treated your injury (or whatever it’s called) he cleaned you both up and laid you down on the bed, crawling in next to you. Armin was silent he was overthinking everything about what just happened. When he was younger he was always physically weak that’s just what he was used to, but due to training he obviously had gotten stronger. You can tell that he was overthinking by the look on his face, and you reassured him that it’s alright and that you’re not mad at him. “But it’s not alright, I got you hurt because I didn’t know my own strength and-” You stopped him with a kiss and reassured him again, this time you made sure that he understood. Armin moved closer to you and wraps his arms around you. You decided make yourself comfortable and laid your head in his man titties. You were the first one to drift off to sleep while Armin hums to you kissing the top of your head, he then falls asleep after, you couldn’t be more grateful to have him by your side.

Yay! Day 1 of the 100 Followers Event! This smut took forever to write but it’s okay I hope y’all enjoyed.

Masterlist

In the Masterlist there’s a link to make requests :)

[reagan-the-saunders]

Chapter 1: It Always Starts With The Sea:

Maevynn learns about Captain Serano while in Solitude. Her and her first mate, Elivana, head out to find him.

Maevynn watches the horizon with a keen eye, her leg propped up on the bow of her ship, her raven black hair flowing in the wind behind her. She takes a breath of cold and salty air. It had been years since she’d last sailed in Skyrim’s waters, she forgot how much more pleasant places like Elswyer or Hammerfell were.

“Captain, we’re in sight of the Solitude docks.” The soft and even toned voice of Elivana, Maevynn’s sea elf first mate, says from behind her.

“I have eyes, Eli.” Maevynn replies in her stern and proud voice. “Get us docked, second.” She says, turning around and walking over to her cabin across the ship, barking orders to her crew as she does. She opens the door and enters her cabin, she then begins to open drawers in her desk. Maevynn fumbles through her things, grabbing some gold and other little supplies needed for the city trip. She stops to fix her eyes on the empty drawer, and presses her hand to the bottom of it. Her face goes sombre, and she decides to open the hidden panel in the bottom of the drawer, revealing a small silver amulet, adorned with a tree symbol, breton in design. She touches it slightly with her fingers, before shaking her head with a scowl, slamming everything shut once more. “I need to stop doing that…” She sighs, before heading out her cabin door. “You’re in command until I get back, Eli.” Maevynn says as she walks off the ship and onto the Solitude dock.

“Yes, ma’am.” Elivana replies, turning to fiddle with something on the mast.

Maevynn decides to hit the Winking Skeever first. It’s more or less become her tradition to grab a drink at the local inn before getting into anything else, that or it’s become a habit. She enters and walks over to the bar, glancing once or twice at a dark haired woman in black and red seafarer’s clothing already seated and having a drink. Maevynn decides to sit down near but not next to her. “Mead, please.”

“Right away.” The bartender replies.

Maevynn peers around the inn, keeping her ears and eyes open for anything interesting. She looks back to the woman at the bar, quietly sizing her up. She takes a breath and settles into her seat. “I know a pirate wash-up when I see one. What’s your story?” Maevynn says to her, smoothly and calmly. “Down on your luck? Or just lacking ambition?” She nods to the bartender as she receives her drink, then turns back to who she’s talking to.

“A word of advice; you last longer when you know how to hold your tongue, and when to.” The woman hisses at Maevynn, then returns to brooding into her drink.

“A wise woman can spot an opportunity at a glance, and it takes a talker to seize it.” Maevynn shoots at her, then she leans in towards her. “You look like the kind of person who knows people, not for the right reasons, of course, but regardless of that…” She taps her fingers on the bar rhythmically.

The woman scoffs with an eye roll, but raises her head a bit and cocks her brow. “What’s it to you?”

“Let’s just say I’m… weighing my options. I’d like to get to know people around here, and the circles they run in.” Maevynn replies.

“Well, if you expect me to give away information for free, you’re a bigger fool than you look.” She looks up and finally meets Maevynn’s eyes. “Buy a lady a drink, then we’ll talk.”

Maevynn looks up at the bartender and nods to him, and he moves away to get another mead. She then drops some coins onto the table to pay for the drink, and looks back at her mysterious information dealer. “Does that refresh your memory?”

“Indeed it does.” The woman receives her drink and takes a swig of it before stopping to think for a moment. “There are a few possible marks in the city…”

“Go on.”

“Did you see that argonian outside the inn? His name’s Jaree-Ra. Says he has some work he’s willing to cut someone in on… and from the look of the bastard, it won’t be the noble kind.” She takes another slug of her drink. “And I suppose there is the Red Wave staying down at the docks right now, a vessel that makes skooma runs throughout Tamriel… supposedly. That could be worth something.”

“Is there anyone more… substantial that could be of some use… or profit?” Maevynn asks. She gets the feeling that there is someone she’s not mentioning here.

“Well… there may be one, but believe me, you’ll want to stick to the menial targets. I think they’ll be more at your level.” She polishes off her mead.

“What happens to me should I pursue a lead is of no consequence to you.” Maevynn says. “Barkeep,” Maevynn puts a heavy pouch of gold onto the bar. “Stros M’kai rum, if you have it. Otherwise, your finest wine.”

“Rum it is.” He says, snatching the gold and fetching the ordered drinks.

“And I happen to know that everyone has their price.” Maevynn leans on the bar, propping her head up with her hand. The bartender returns with the rum, and gives it to the woman when Maevynn points towards her. “Now, tell me what you know about this other mark.”

The woman eyes up the rum, and decides to take it. “You’ve heard of the Dark Rose, right? And her captain, Val Serano?”

“I’ve heard of her and her captain… I’m listening.” Maevynn says, intrigued.

“I’m gladly willing to help cause him trouble, but that crafty son of a bitch could teach Molag Bal how to scheme. I don’t know what you think you’re getting out of this, but he’s already four moves ahead and you haven’t even figured out what game you’re playing.” She sneers.

“I’m not playing a game with Serano… not yet.” Maevynn says. “Now I need information, that’s what I paid you for, is it not?”

“The advice was kindly meant, and freely given.” She groans. “Rumour has it, there’ve been some… issues on the Rose. There was a full-on brawl down at the arch. Bunch of lowlifes from the docks and an escaped prisoner. Not sure if that was the captain, but “respectable” types use the main gate after dark.” The woman then looks down and examines the rum. “Now get out of my face unless you’re bringing me another bottle, or Serano’s head in a bag.”

“See you around.” Maevynn says, dropping a little bit of coin on the counter for the rest of the drinks she bought, of course paying less than she was supposed to. 

As she walks out of the inn towards the archway gate, she plans in her head what she’ll do with this “Serano” when she meets him, if she meets him. The prospect of being owed a favour from one of the most notorious and feared pirate captains was satisfying, but what might come after that?

Maevynn jogs down the steps and comes to the wooden door at the bottom of the arch. She looks up at the city of Solitude hanging above her, and can’t help but feel mildly threatened by it. She focuses on the task at hand once more, and looks down at the ground, a pool of blood and a satchel in the midst of it. Maevynn crouches down and touches the blood, looking at it on her hand. “Still surprisingly fresh…” She grabs the satchel and opens it, finding a bloodied note inside. She opens it and manages to make out something. Words describing a mutiny, capture, and an angry scrawling at the bottom. “‘Fathis, you bastard. You think I didn’t know it was you?’” She looks up from the note. “So there was a mutiny. If this is Serano’s blood…” Maevynn begins to run down the stone road, following a trail of blood to the shoreline. She hears a coughing noise coming from behind a log as she approaches, and looks to find a dunmer man, bleeding out and dying on the side of the street.

“What do you want?” He groans.

“I’m- uh- I’m looking for Serano.” Maevynn says. She looks around just in case there are still attackers around. 

“Which one?” The dying dunmer asks, coughing up his blood.

“I beg your pardon?” Maevynn whips her head back to him, mildly surprised and concerned.

“Doesn’t matter… left him out to sea… I’ll see him in Oblivion…” He breathes. He dies then and there, in the dirt and drowning in his own blood.

Maevynn sighs deeply. “Helpful.” She groans, and bends down to search his corpse. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind…” Maevynn finds some parchment on his body, a map, to what seems to be a small island near Haafingar hold. Maevynn pockets the map, and turns to run back to her ship.

Elivana looks up from the map of Skyrim she’s studying to see Maevynn come running along the dock. She stands to greet her, her hands clasped behind her back. “Captain.”

“Take a look at this.” Maevynn pants. “I found this map on the corpse of a dark elf by the Solitude arch. I also heard that one ‘Captain Serano’ might be on the island it leads to.” 

“Serano? Well, you’ve been busy. You found out all that during your day in the city?” Elivana says. She was mildly surprised to find Serano here in Skyrim, or at least hear a rumour about it.

“The long and short of it.” Maevynn takes the helm of her ship, clearing her throat and standing up straight. “Is everyone on board?”

“I don’t think so, captain.” Elivana sighs. “I can round them up if you-”

“Too bad, we’re leaving now. Man your stations, you filthy scamps! Move it!” She shouts. Maevynn sighs with worry, wanting to get to the island as fast as possible, should Serano be injured.

“You seem awfully worried about this captain of yours.” Elivana says with a slight raise of her eyebrow fin.

“I’m worried about my paycheck, if you must know.” Maevynn laughs.

Maevynn adjusts her shirt over and over on the cold trip to this cast out island. Maybe it’s just her breton blood but she can’t take the cold very well here, eyeing up her nord crewmen with jealousy. She hears one of her men shout that he sees an island up ahead, and Maevynn rushes to the bow to take a look. “Anchor us close by, I’ll be taking one of the rowboats down.”

“Alone, captain?” Elivana asks.

“You heard me, second.” Maevynn snaps. “Unless you believe I’m too incompetent to handle this myself?”

Elivana rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t dare suggest it.”

“Good.” Maevynn groans. “Now move your asses, people.”

Maevynn makes it to the island, being sure to keep her boat safe on the land when she pulls it ashore. She’ll be damned if she’s getting stuck here, too… or if she’s going to need to ask for help. She saunters up along the sandy hill, a juniper tree sitting atop it, with a book and a bottle of what looks to be rum lying beneath it. Maevynn finds who she assumes is the man she’s been looking for, his back is turned to her, an interesting tattoo on it. His hair is rough and his beard grown out and ungroomed. Maevynn clears her throat. 

The man turns his head to look at her, surprised that anyone had come out this far. “Oh, am I glad to see you. Glad to see anyone actually.”

“Well, there’s something I’ve never heard in my life. Someone being happy to see me.” Maevynn laughs. “You must be Serano?”

“Yeah, uh, who’s asking? And who sent you?” He asks with what seems to be both curiosity and concern.

“I wasn’t sent by anyone. Not specifically, anyways.” Maevynn sighs. “Maevynn, captain of the Silver Wing.” She offers him a hand, which he takes, and she pulls him to his feet.

“A captain? Interesting. So maybe you did just wander out here all on your own.” He says.

“...Let’s go with that.” She sighs with wide eyes.

“Okay… ugh, you know what? It’s not important right now. I just want to get off this rock.” Serano groans. “Once we get back to the mainland, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Wherever you’re going is fine with me.”

“...Deal.” Maevynn says with a small squint of her eyes and a cheeky smile. She wonders if maybe the rewards of this ‘rescue’ will be more long-term. She may even have a new ally, someone she can have relatively close that isn’t her rabble crew, or Elivana. She leads him to her rowboat, and they climb inside after pushing it out to the water. Maevynn rows out to where her ship is visible, her striking silver edges and dark brown sails are always a beautiful sight to her. “There she is. The Silver Wing.”

“Not bad. Not bad at all. She’s not what I expected to leave this place on, I’ll tell you that much.” He studies the ship, and grins a little bit at Maevynn. “When’d you take command?”

“Oh, I got her maybe eight or nine years back? I… got her at a discount from a very… easily persuaded captain in Stros M’kai.” Maevynn says with a bit of mischief in her voice.

“I see…” Serano laughs.

Maevynn gets her crew to pull the rowboat up onto the side of the ship. She and Serano climb out of it onto the deck of the ship, where Elivana stands with her hands behind her back once more.

“Captain Serano. I didn’t think I’d see you again. Especially not in these waters.” Elivana laughs. “I almost didn’t recognise you underneath all that… hair.”

He looks at her with a slightly puzzled look, then after a moment he remembers her. “I do know you, don’t I.” He replies with a laugh.

“The only maormer in Sentinel? Surely I can’t be that easy to forget.” She sighs playfully.

“Believe me, you’re not. It’s good to see you, Eli-” He’s cut short when he notices the extremely confused face Maevynn is giving both of them. 

“Oh no…” Elivana sighs with a face palm.

“Le- let me get this straight…” Maevynn starts to wildly talk with her hands and arms. “You two… know each other… and you’re not on bad terms… and you never bothered to tell me?” Maevynn shouts.

“Well… it was merely that when I was younger and still living in Hammerfell, many ships would come into town… a few times The Dark Rose was among them, and I’d run into the captain sometimes. That’s all!” Elivana shrieks as she tries to defend herself. 

“You know what, just go. I need to speak with Serano anyways. By Shor…” Maevynn groans, and Elivana walks away quickly into the crew quarters, the other crew members beginning to make sail back to Solitude.

“...Now that that’s over with, I owe you thanks, friend, and my life, in fact. You can call me Val. ‘Serano’ is beginning to sound…”

“Too formal?” Maevynn sighs.

“Let’s go with that.” Val laughs.

“It’ll be a little while before we get back to Haafingar. You’re free to stay where you wish- within reason!” Maevynn says. “You know what, I’ll be in my cabin, if you want to join me there.”

“Why not?” Val replies, and then stops Maevynn when she turns away. “Oh and, do you have anything with a sharp edge? I’d like to clean myself up a bit on the way back to civilization.”

Maevynn chuckles a little, and then tosses Val one of her daggers she has on her belt, impressed when he snags it out of the air… without slicing his hand off. “Nice catch.” She laughs.

[cryptidclaw]

Introducing My Lioden Pride!

I thought I should do a post like my Wolvden Pack intro post sooo, here's a post introducing all the lions i have in Lioden currently!

Despite the fact that you cant name your Pride in Lioden, just kno that the Pride's name is "The Flowering Pride" bec I think it fits!!!

For those who want to know who I am on Lioden: My King's name is "ManzanitaFlower" and my player name is ClownCryptids ! my user number is #428617

Some basic info on how I've been playing so far:

Ive decided on a flowers and plants theme for my lions' names, I like the idea that Kings and males have tree names and Lionesses have mostly flower names with a few other plants mixed in! Also I think it would be fun for all kings to get "Flower" added to the end of their names when they become king!

Like in Wolvden, I don't really care about how "rare" a lion's genetics are, I just like the ones that are pretty! Though Lioden has some pretty cool mutations sooo, I will probably be going after some pretty rare lions :P

Now onto the Lions!

This is the king I chose, I liked his red the most, he's very boring tho... But I finally got that male I really wanted and he's the heir now!

He's Malicious bec I always choose to fight ppl... In my defense I need the exp and money.

Here's the Heir!

Mangrove! A Primal and very cool lookin!! I love his mane color!!! Im also very happy I found a Primal male at such an affordable price!!

Onto the Lionesses!

This is Fuchsia! Her spots are so pretty!

And these three are Amaryllis, Orchid and Dahlia! SO Beautifull!!

Fuchsia, Amaryllis, Orchid and Dahlia were gifts from @copperskies <333

This is my first lioness Foxglove... I will probably eventually get rid of her but she's at a pretty good level now soooo Im keeping her for now :P

This is Hyacinth! I bought her for an affordable price when I needed more lionesses! She's quite pretty too! She is also watching over my son <3 (should I name my little Serval son? if so what should his name be?? I kno he's just décor but I love himb)

Next up we have Honeysuckle! Beautiful Primal lady! who was gifted to me by @fen-of-fools <3

And last but not least is Dymondia! she has such cool markings!! and she was a gift from @gay-noodle-clan !

Yall are really showering me in gifts wth ... you are so nice T-T

Now onto the teens!

These are the sisters Nemesia and Iris, they are so gourgous!!! I bought them along with a male in the same trade, I sold the male for more space tho... still a bit salty abt that tho bec I forgot to take off his decor before selling him T-T

Also their trade was only 85 SB???? what was up with that?? are they really only worth that much? They r so pretty!!

Also also my albino serval hanging with Nemi <3 should I name my serval to?? (ps. he was also a gift! from @iamearthy !)

aaand Moss and Carnation! these two are cubs I got from the Giving Tree! I really love Moss.. she's evil and I really want to have a evil pose for her one day...

This is my only cub, Thyme (other than the one Foxglove had but im selling that as fodder lol), I also got her from the Giving Tree!

here's her as an adult to show off her markings a bit better! (she kinda reminds me of my Brindleface design hehe)

[sunnyapollonjabrigidotter]

Here something i created on the magickal sea 😅

(I think Apollo would agree)

*** *** ***

Since a little child i wanted to see the sea

And first time i saw its vastness fell in love with it

And more and more each decade, as i grew...

There ive known an imense magickal force

A force that corrupted me, it taking away my innocence...

In the country i live there is no sea

People are poor, tho rich in soul

There are harder times so many different opinions rise: as to who shall be the leader,

what way should they go...

My country s little, but with lots of different tribes

Where they even come from? *sigh* ...

They come from people's ignorance

& confusions in big...

They came cs people were rather acustomed to argue with each other, rather than really listening to each other, setting points straight... how do you cure this blindness?

I became so frustrated that i wanted to run away... and what better place than to the magickal sea, with its shores...

I booked a plane ticket to the sunny country of my dreams, in which ancient whispers i found the part of me that called to be awakened, despite its christian predominant and living traditions...

Yeah, i see, there is magick in everything, call it as you want.. so i thought, but not everything attracts everyone... & ive been to church when little, and i realised its not really my place... then i became more curious in me, through seeking knowledge, not working for marks, but the feeling... so i probably was meant to await that sparkle, that magick no strict doctrine could wash away from my spirit... that, as guessed, will have to rise when my overthinking mind will stop... it has to stop... it's too tiring, after all, to think this much... & it's no real point in that... let the winds lead away the perturbing thoughts, & let the seas wash the body & give in more of that which it holds, the salt with its essences... "the salt of the world" s now that chorus resonating in my ears & trying to internalise & understand better...

So my footsteps took me now to there... barefoot, easy and happy... i almost forgot i cant swim, but reminded myself when i come to as far as my feet can touch the soil of the underwater...

But something happened in that magick of the sea, it felt like i was beginning to swim, tho to be able to i needed to leave something i wasnt yet ready to... too many blockages.. in me...

I came back to the shore telling myself, next time, ill try again... others can, why cant i? I thought, terrifyingly tho... i either swim, either die...

...

Next time as i came back, a month & 27 days has passed... i felt the calling to go... i took a big breath widened my arms, got in & then lifted my legs...

Is so uneasy to fall everytime & take that salty taste in, with whatever rests might be there...

Then i remember a song, a sweet melody was it called? tho i didnt understand much of it, other than that it could be of two that fell for each other, and as i fell for the sea, he sung probably of trust to her... nowadays when i think of that song i envision me hugged by the sea, as i was then, except my friend was in the picture, too... & she was more confident than me...

Leaving any thoughts away in a smile i squated again & pushed a leg backwards with the hands ahead, holding to my friend... saddly we werent able to make it, but i was dreaming of it since then...

Now i was thinking, what if the sea s really made, among other things, to really change one not just physically but esp mentally, in soul, even spiritually... cs as i said i had the blockage i thought i could get away but i guess i didnt know how... ig, not thinking but doing... or... how?

& what else??

Thought also now, that the song of the sea s not only slightly transforming, but changing one in all?. Maybe that's what happened to... Medusa? Remember? She was changed in a monster by Athena, but After she was raped by the King of the Seas, of the Poseidon...

and what if she was changed by the sea power, those like me know that's not okay to take myths ad literam... & it wasnt in a temple, or on a meadow, but in a sea... since the features Athena 'gifted her with' whatever you consider that a blessing or a curse were... was just a manifestation of what the ever-changing sea, starting with her essence, left her with...

- so Athena s not to be blamed of anything:

Some said she sent a blessing in disguise on her, but i think it was more, it was she, the union, the mission she had, of serving the temple of the goddess, ... s not just a mysoginistic trope (tho interpretation vary widely... )

P.s.: this inspo came after saw a necklace of Medusa - n asked the seller what her real meaning is, & those what it protects of?? cs thought, also mainly cs a saying i read of from dont remember which article, but which i recognised, namely that of "petrifying fear"

"Ofc, there was much more, than just the sea" ...