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11rosebunny · 7 months ago

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Bofurin x shishitoren guys with a forward reader? Like, a girl that makes the first move and stuff, likes to gift them with food and bouquets (men deserve flowers too!!!!), loves spoiling them… the works!

Character with a direct!reader (BOFURIN + SHISHITOREN)

Haruka Sakura

He really wants to beat the shit out of you. Normally speaking, you two are still generally friends that get along very nicely with each other and when you two decided to make it official, sometimes he regrets dating his best friend.

The overdoing of flowers, new white shirts (even though he has 5 of the same pair), hair products, anything like that, it makes him forget how much of a sweetheart he knew you as when he first started talking to you. He's not saying he's forgotten about your bubbly personality, but when you greeted him out in public with a loving kiss on his cheek, he stared back at his friends as if they just shot him.

Nirei and Tsugeura were the first ones to break the silence and yell out loud in utter shock when they saw Sakura's girlfriend for the first time. The white and black-haired boy didn't bother to tell anyone about your existence—let alone his love life. What made is worse was that many assumed he's never experienced any love due to how anxious and shy he gets whenever romance is brought up. All of their assumptions immediately disappeared when they watched you start talking to Sakura and asking if he ate.

"Maybe she's the reason why he's so shy?" Suo blinked at you from afar when Sakura had dragged you away and began to yell at you to not do that again.

"Y-you think?" Nirei watched you reply back in a lucky-go manner not understanding what you did wrong. All you did was greet your boyfriend.

Hajime Umemiya

Meeting you years ago and making it official, he didn't expect any less from you.

He's grown accustomed to they way your personality is like. The first time he met you, he was shocked to see a girl come around him at an easygoing pace and soon learned about the different qualities of your person.

Bubbly, buoyant, lively, and cheeky. It wasn't until you two started dating, then he noticed how much farther your personality runs. Toma has witnessed it all, you've come to school with gardening seeds for him, bought random t-shirts with idiotic designs which he happily took, wanting to hold hands all the time even in public, and even trying to pay for your own meal while being on a date with him. He was surprised you were still able to keep up your animated behaviour and it may have even worsened when you became his girlfriend.

It's now a running competition to him. When he realized you were the first one to make a move and nearly one upped him on every single gift he's ever given you, he's not going to lie—he started to get annoyed. So in return, he now sees it at how much better you can treat one another.

Toma Hiragi

It's like having another Umemiya to look after but instead it's a girl that's not afraid to show affection and that likes him.

Some have a hard time trying to process how you even managed to get ahold of the scary guard dog looking boy on a leash. Based on how all over the place you are, forward with compliments and romance, some wonder how he's still alive.

At first, you were just another person he treasured right next to his guy best friend. He's known you since middle school and you two ended up growing beside each other. But during in his High school era, that's when he grew feelings for you and is also when he thought it was the biggest mistake in his life to fall for someone like you.

Right off the bat, the way you'd wrap your arms around him, hold him close, and steal his very first kiss, he wants to shrink you into a ball of cheese and squeeze you to death. Luckily, he's very good at hiding his shyness whenever you make him blush. It's even worse if you kiss him out in public otherwise he might grab your head and shove you into the closest tree.

As much as it may seem like he despises you and acts like he doesn't like it, there would be nothing in this world he'd replace you with.

Taiga Tsugeura

It's really not bad. He doesn't get as shy or nervous, instead he actually much enjoys it because of how you're able to match himself.

He didn't think he was able to find someone that is equally as chaotic as him. He ended up confessing first by saying how much he loved the way you were disarranged (you don't know if that was a compliment or not?) and the way you made him feel. Doing so, the two of decided to date.

He wasn't even concerned with the way you kept showering him with affection, kisses, gifts like protein powder, new elastic headbands, and sandals until Kiryu had pointed it out how it seems like he's the girl in the relationship (he was joking).

He questioned what he meant and the boy explained that normally it's supposed to be the guy doing that. He blinked and thought about it for a few hours. Eventually, the next day he showed up to your house with a basket full of your favourite snacks, figurines, plushies, and gift cards.

You gave him his first kiss that day.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Weirdly, he doesn't really like those eccentric girls.

The way you two met was an accident. At first he found you very annoying but he never had the heart to tell you that, so instead he just lets you swarm around him hoping you'd go away one day.

Turns out you didn't and now he found himself dating the girl he didn't even want to like in the first place.

He's okay with you now, instead of getting annoyed he finds it funny with the way you conjure up gifts right out of you ass in the middle of no where. You two could be out walking in public and you could somehow pull out a keychain from one of his favourite mobile games and he's wondering what else can fit in that tiny pocket of yours.

He really enjoys it when you hold his hand in public, kiss him even, and shower him with love. It's very rare he gets shy and so normally, it looks like he appreciates it with the way you act.

Hayato Suo

He's the type of person to love these types of girls.

He really finds the way how kind you are and buoyant to be extremely adorable. He has a soft spot for things he finds cute, (he even said he finds it cute when children throw tantrums!) so it wasn't a surprise that he's thought about dating you more than once.

Eventually, he does.

He underestimated you a bit too much when he started to take note of how often you weren't afraid to show affection.

The scale: way too many times than he can count.

He loves to see how you will pull up your next move on him either it being compliments, gifts, or acts of service. He calculates this habit of yours purely because he wants to give back the same amount of affection at the same time.

It always freaks you out whenever you thought you did him better only for him to pull out something similar like already pre-paying for your lunch together.

Jo Togame

He finds it funny. Upon meeting each other for the first time, he genuinely thought you were stupid for trying to help a person like him. That was until he realized you weren't joking and you weren't afraid of his persona.

It made him eat his words and never wants to think that lowly of you again. But, he never tells you that.

He kept you around purely for his entertainment, until he accidentally found himself growing feelings that were a little too real. Even when you two got together for the first time, it sounded like you didn't have a choice to begin with regardless.

"Who said you could hangout with them?"

"What is this? Are we in a relationship now?"

"Yes. Now answer my question woman."

That was the first time he took you aback and the first time he's ever seen you act differently from your usual personality. Afterwards, you two continued like how you usually were plus more intimate activities.

It took him by surprise in a way that he's shocked that you're not shy around him. He digs the way you hold his hand, give him massages, play with his hair, and kiss him on his cheeks on a daily basis. He finds it cute with the way you're not afraid to do those things with him, even makes him feel more manlier.

Tomiyama Choji

He was surprised when he first came to acknowledge your weird behaviour. Normally speaking, he's the most eccentric person anyone has ever met. So when he finds someone that one ups him in those aspects, he's confused.

At first, he's almost a whole different person when he hangs out with you for the first few days. He's trying to understand how you can be so care free while remaining happy even when you have everything you need.

He thinks he hates you for the first few days till he starts to warm up around you.

Once you started dating, even with your loudness, you still managed to stop him from possibly burning down a car.

He knew that you were bubbly and cheeky as soon as he met you, so the kisses and constant hugs didn't really catch him off guard. However, when he realized it was becoming a daily thing, a tiny part of him began to panic because now you made it seem like he wasn't putting in any effort.

In return, he'll show you as much physical contact as he can.

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milksuu · 2 years ago

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Glitter & Leather | Hiccup x Fairy!Reader

Pairings: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fairy!fem!reader

Content/Warnings: None

Contains: Fluff & Foul Fairy Language

a/n: couldn't help but be inspired by a few mythical!reader fics. also, I have a current obsession with faitytale themes at the moment. might be a part 2 soon!

“My, aren’t you a teeny human?”

There was a squeak in a grove of mossy timber trees, laden with flower beds and fists-full of sprouted grass. Standing one mushroom cap high, you tip-toed across a linen wrapped around a cooing newborn, existing with eyes still closed. It was an unlucky fate that the child was weak, unwanted, and left to the cruel hand of nature. However, it was to your fortune that this child would be the exchange for your promised gift.

“My king will be so happy when I return with you,” you said, dancing giddily, ”and then, I’ll finally have my wings. Won’t that be a dream?”

Your pitter-pattering and mousy meeps stirred the babe, and its sniffling turned into wails that even cotton balls in your ears wouldn’t muffle.

“Stop crying!” You stomped and slapped your pointed ears shut. “You should be happy to live as a servant for all eternity, instead of dying.”

The child responded with more tears than one could imagine. It flung its blubby hands forward, grasping you tightly, flailing you about. It bonked you left and right, tither and hither, and every space in between. When it smushed you across its blubbering face, you gasped on the dollops of tears soaking your entire head.

You coughed and spat on the salty taste. “Let go of me you soggy lump!”

Your own cries were meaningless. The child held tighter, and you feared your bones would become miniscule mounds of white dust and glitter. With a defeated sigh, you cleared your throat, and hummed a sweet tune beloved and true in the Seelie court. A song of merriment, dancing, and feasting. Gradually, the baby's cries dwindled to waning breaths, until its own exhaustion tucked it back to sleep.

Wiggling and prying, you popped out from its weakened hold. Drained yourself, you fell to your hands and knees on the child. The shawl beneath was soft and inviting, and a nap sounded pleasant before your trip back to the kingdom. Amid your droning thoughts, the sobs and cries of a human echoed through the morning mist. It was not that of a baby, nor a child, but of a woman.

You turned your head to peek at the baby's cherub features. “Looks like they want to keep you after all.”

You hung your chin low, contemplating snatching the child away before the naked eye could see. The terrible sobs and desperate crunching of distant gravel grew like roots in your chest, entangling your heart in thorns.

“Oh, for the love bee’s and poppy seeds,” you huffed and pointed a finger at his wet nose. “I’m sparing you today, but when we meet again, I will be taking you with me.”

With an indignant ‘hmph’ you hopped down to the grass bed below, scurrying behind a rock with fungus growing all over. Your lashes blinked when the human woman sprang into view. Throwing herself to the ground, she crawled on aching hands and knees to fetch the tiny bundle. Cradling the babe close, she whispered choked apologies and words of affection in endless rivers.

There was a flutter in your heart, and the tiniest lift to your lips. Although you would not get your wings today, in this moment you thought, sparing the child was a present better to give, than to receive.

⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ⚜⎯⎯☾ ༻♔༺ ☽⎯⎯ ⚜₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖ ⋆

Twenty-years later…

Between the aged timber greens and soft patches of wildflowers, grew a new flourish of apple blossoms. The orchard became your hiding place and home, since you hadn’t returned to the fairy realm for all these years. You swore an oath not to return until you were able to complete your task; the shame if you came back empty handed would be too much to bare. Your king wasn’t fond of failure.

Nothing less than success was expected from his own daughter, after all.

Stepping out of your mushroom cottage made for one, you decided to search for a fallen apple for breakfast. Thinking you heard one drop south of your home, you ventured, pushing away blades of grass. You came upon one, red and shapely. There was never a dull moment in your world, and you arm wrestled an centipede and all its legs to claim it. As the crowned victor, you stuck out your tongue to its retreating form.

The ground thundered, shaking the pebbles and dirt at your feet. You pressed yourself against the fruit, wrapping your arms around it, hoping to hide. The creature loomed just above you, and you felt the apple move. Hoisted into the air, your trembling body went with it. You clamped your mouth shut, withholding any sound.

“Eh, is that a worm?”

You felt a thumb and finger pinch your clothes, plucking you off. You squealed, throwing your fists into the air.

“How dare you call me a worm!”

You stared squarely at the face of the human boy you recognized. Knowing this made your blood steam hotter than boiled water.

“O-Oh Gods, not a worm, definitely not a worm, more like a…” he spoke windily, and your scowl deepened as his green eyes squinted further. “Tiny person?”

“Fairy person,” you corrected indignantly.

“Right, this is kinda strange, I thought you'd have wings at least,” he mumbled to himself, rolling your body around in his hand like a bag of marbles. “Is this even real? I wonder if I’m dreaming.”

“I am real. Now let go of me,” you squirmed, steam blowing from your ears, “you overgrown human baby!”

“Are all fairies always this…” he paused, finding the right words to say through his tight lips. “Pleasant?”

“I was pleasant enough to let you go when you were nothing more than a drooling glob of pink pudding,” your voice chirped to the highest octave. “You no good, wasp loving, dirty hare footed, son of a cricket—Ugh!”

“Listen, my name’s Hiccup, and not any of those other words you just called me. I mean, do I even want to know what they all meant? They can’t be good where you come from.”

“You’ll get no apologies from me. You made the mistake of finding me and handling me like a brute,” you said, wrestling the thumb of his finger. “I made a promise back then, whenever we should meet again, you would be coming with me.”

“Trust me, I can tell you, we’ve never met before,” he said, furrowing his brows. “I would've remembered. Especially since you’re, well, not even human.”

“Do I have explain everything to you? I found you when you were left here once by your mo–” you stopped short of his earnest gaze. It was apparent he had no clue in the matter. You hummed with frustration. “Oh! Forget it. Your fate has been sealed, and I have you exactly where I want you, flat-footed oaf Hiccup.”

He raised an eyebrow at your struggling form, and a blush came over you. “D-Don’t look at me like that. I’ve fought fleas more intimidating than you. Horseradish! I’ve even fought nasty toads and escaped out of one's belly once.”

“You realize you’re no taller than my left pinky, right?” He grinned at your fluster. “Tell you what, you tell me your name, and I’ll let you go.”

“If you must know, it’s Y/N,” you mumbled, puffing out your cheeks and crossing your arms. “Not that it’ll matter for long, anyway.”

“Huh, why do you say that?”

“Because you’ll be fast asleep soon,” you spoke plainly.

He wrinkled his nose, drawing his curious features closer. “What do you mean by that? I don’t even feel–”

You popped your hands out, blowing a thick layer of sparkling dust. He sneezed against the twinkling cloud, and after a mystifying blink of his eyes, they rolled back to meet the dreamlands behind them. You were about to commemorate your victory, till his form swayed and staggered. The onslaught of wind pulled at your cheeks, lashes, hair and ears. You feared you would need a whole new face. You squealed at the top of your thimble lungs, plummeting to the earth along with him.

There was a rumble and shake when the boy hit the ground. Your lithe form bounced and flopped around like a blind caterpillar on the leathers of his chest. Still tumbling, you struggled to catch a buckle, holding on for a deer’s life. When the gravel and quakes settled, along with your thumping heart, you stood on your wobbly legs.

“I…I did it,” you gasped, seeking to catch your breath. “Ahem! I mean, of course, I did. I’ve been preparing for this moment all along.”

Padding around, you minded your balance with the rise and falls of his chest.

“I’ll admit, you grew from a tiny mush of jelly to be quite handsome, but too bad for you,” you said, wagging a haughty finger. “I’m not interested in taller men. Not only that, I’m far more invested in turning you in for my wings and finally claiming my recognition.”

With a hum, you tapped your lips with your fingertips, “Question is, now, is my magic strong enough to carry you. It would’ve been much easier if you were still a littler one. I’ll need to eat lots of honey if I’m able to pull this off—but bees can be so stingy.”

Begrudgingly, you admitted you didn't prepare this far; after twenty-years no less! You had all the spells in place to capture the boy, but then, it was foolish to think he would simply follow you as a willing hostage. During your pestering thoughts and plans, the earth shook as violently as it did before. You heard calls and shouts, ‘Hiccup! Where are you?’ rumbling through the leaves and woods. You pulled at your strands of glossy hair.

“Good grief!” you moaned and whined. You wondered how many friends and family this single human had, to fervently search for him, whenever you were so close to securing him.

Pacing absentmindedly, and with a kick of your barefoot against a buckle, you sucked on the pain of your toe. Gathering yourself, you hotly stomped to meet his face.

“This won’t be the last time we meet,” you muttered, poking and prodding his skin, “and I’ll take something precious from you just to make sure of that.”

Scrambling, you searched through whatever pockets, nooks and crevices you could find. A medallion caught your eye. Although faded by time, it possessed an essence of sentimental value. You grinned at the luck, but it evaporated when the earthquakes surmounted. Dragging it close, you shuffled your feet, scaling the hill of his shoulder pad, and down the long ramp of his arm. With a hop, you scurried to hide behind the apple he had dropped earlier.

“Hiccup!” You heard a feminine voice. “You’re sleeping out here, really?”

You felt the grass sway and shift as he groaned and twitched awake. Leaning, you peaked from your hiding spot.

“Astrid?” He asked groggily, rubbing the sleep powder from his face. “What…What’re you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that,” the blonde laughed, helping him rise and steady his feet. “Did you forget about our afternoon flight?”

“Of course not,” he said, waving his hands in front of him. “I was just…I think I saw a fairy.”

Astrid pursed her lips before chuckling and slapping his shoulder.

“That’s a good one. I’ll have to use it if I ever forget about something.”

“I swear, I didn’t forget,” he flushed, walking away with her. “I actually did see one. I even talked to it!”

“Uh-huh, sure you did.”

With banter and laughs, the two left your sight, disappearing beyond the berry bushes and apple blossoms. When the world quieted, you slumped down, pulling your knees against your chest. Resting your head in its comforts, you sighed, ready for your own afternoon nap.

To catch a human—no, to catch this human—was going to take a lot of work.

#httyd #hiccup x reader #hiccup haddock #hiccup haddock x reader #httyd x reader #hiccup httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd 2 #httyd fanfiction #fanfiction #httyd rtte #x reader

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r0-boat · 9 months ago

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So werewolf!Red, huh?

∾ 【 Rouge Anon 】

Big Red Wolfie boy! Give him head pats and scratches

Werewolf!RedxGn!reader hcs

+wereMountainLion!Blue

Life on Mount silver

You live secludedly at the Foothills of Mount Silver. Not all of the mountain is covered in snow. There are beautiful fields of green where the snow melts, giving the plants water and nutrients to thrive. Fertile soil falling from the mountaintop's water eroding the ragged rock into soft, leveled soil perfect for your little cottage and the food you grow to sustain you and your Little livestock animals. You make the wheat and veggies and too delicious bread and home-cooked meals, and the leftover seeds go to your hungry chickens. Your compost bin is filled with nutritious rotting food for the worms you use as bait for to catch fish in the rivers nearby.

Discussing and screams of your chickens had an alarmed you. Abandoning your breakfast you had been cooking on the stove You rush outside your cabin. With a shovel in hand you were prepared for the last time that pesky fox will try to sneak into your chicken pen! When as you get closer do your coop you've noticed the chicken wire you place to keep the natural predators out we're torn and ripped open and your poor little sweet chickens home giant hole in it One thing was for certain. A fox did not do this. Gripping your shovel and standing your ground you sneak around to get a better look at the hole. The creature who made the damage was still there!

A big beast the size of a man perhaps even bigger black fur large ears a snout with razor knife like fangs. Has your chickens seemingly unharmed coward in the corner The beast in front of them laid motionless it's breathing shallow as it laid unconscious. It's black fur soaked in a red as it pooled onto the wooden floor it's formatted with scratches all over its body as if getting out of a huge fight.

Now, seeing as this thing was damaged and beat up. It broke into your chicken coop, yes, but it did not do any harm. You were fair but not a monster. Even so, you couldn't kill the thing even if you tried. You hated to do this, but your last resort was calling animal control or some kind of service that takes care of these kinds of giant beasts. You rush inside to grab your phone, and when you return, the beast is no more, something that puzzles you more. A half-naked man now lay where the beast was.

Confused and rightfully kind of scared, You still helped the man over your shoulders, blood staining your clothes as you carried the man into your house. Now, you were no doctor, but you knew how to do basic first aid, wrapping up his wounds and soaking the bandages in rubbing alcohol before laying him down in your bedroom; your guest room has been occupied with storage at the moment since you were not expecting a visitor. With your breakfast now ruined... You start to work making soup packed full of soft vegetables and nutrients. He woke up upon smelling the delicious dish you were making.

You didn't hear him You didn't see him when you turned around you jumped the man you helped was right there brown eyes staring down at you never realized how tall he was standing there silently. You held a bowl of soup in your hand wanting to give it to him in bed but.... "I-i found you laying in my chicken coop You were hurt but... I see your better now? I made this for you?"You held the ball of soup up to him You heard him hum as he takes it wincing in pain as he holds the bull gently in his hands He forgotes the spoon drinking it straight from the bowl He lets out a growl shaking his head. "It's hot it's, be careful" You speak softly. The Man let's add a home in return blowing on the soup before drinking again.

He was too hurt to go back to where he once was, wherever he was from, so he stayed with you for a while. He did not talk much, really at all. He only told you his name every now and then, making sounds. You've learned very quickly to know what he meant. You've learned that the giant beast you saw in your chicken coop was him when you finally cleared out to the guest room for him to use somehow; when you woke up, you noticed a giant beast wrapping its arms around you, holding you close. When Red tried to call you down as you were yelling and freaking out, he changed into his human form... Realizing that Werecreatures are real was a hard pill to swallow.

Even when you said goodbye to him, Red was a frequent visitor. You don't even know how to get in. You don't remember giving him a key. You would come back from hiking or guarding in your backyard to see a giant wolf sprawled on your carpet, his tail swishing from side to side beside your fireplace, cold to the touch, and his fur dotted with snow.

Red wasn't very affectionate. He would always be in the same room very close to you, but physical affection was foreign to him. All he would do was lean against you or touch you in some way, and that was enough for him. But you did notice that even when his face would stay blank, his tail would make slight movements. He was a dog, after all, less of a wolf and more of a golden retriever, even with his scary face. And Red happily lets you play with his ears, tail, and fur.

Red came over a lot, It was nice to have a visitor. And red light that he could sleep in an actual bed instead of wherever he could find on Mount silver. Every time he would come over unannounced or announced by a knock on the door It was almost as if you read his mind having extra dinner prepared or the guest room prepared for his stay. And when he would come over with cuts and scratches from tussling with a big animal you would be there to patch his wounds.

It was obvious that Red was protective over you Even when you're out hiking around Mount silver or trying to find natural herbs spices Red watched you from afar. But he didn't notice that other eyes were on you a mountain lion it's claws gripping The Rock it was hiding behind it's paws and thumbs flexing its claws aching to feel flesh around them. The big creature leaped tackling you to the ground. It's tail whipping around You were terrified too terrified to scream You only saw a blur of black and red tackling the mountain lion off you. The two of them tumbled it looked less like a fight to the death and more of play fighting. Red quickly overpowered the lion has it laid out of breath and exhausted on the ground You saw it change its shape to a more human form "so this is what you've been hiding from me?" The human panted giving red a smirk "Buddy how could ya? thought I was closer to you than that!" You flinched one the man stepped closer to you. "Names Blue. Sorry about all that, just felt like play'n. Cuz I'm a big cat and all."He seemed so nonchalant giving you a cheeky smile. "Seems like you already met Red. He don't talk a lot so he doesn't make friends easily so how the hell did he get a pretty human like you huh?" Red still in his wolf form slapped Blue across the head when he called you pretty. "What I can't call your little secret pretty?"

You are patching up blue is wounds later glaring at Red for biting him.

Now you have two giant were animals showing up on announced You didn't know taking in a man would lead to you waking up with a giant were cat pawing at you for food in the middle of the night or him on top of your roof laying in the sun. And Red inside your house laying as usual spot near the fire or in your garden watching your chickens.

#ro.chatting #pokemon #pokémon x reader #pokemon x reader #pokémon trainer red #trainer red #red x reader #blue x reader #gym leader blue #pokemon sun and pokemon moon #werewolf x reader

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bethanythebogwitch · 5 months ago

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Australian Pokemon

Another set of Fakemon from my Goorda region based on a mix of Australia and Aotearoa/New Zealand. Previous posts in this series: misc 3, single stages, non-natives, regional standards, creepy lines, regional variants, birds, early-game standards, misc 2, misc 1, starter variants, starters.

Drolladrong, the Lungfish Pokemon, Ground or Water-type. Drolladrong live simple lives burrowing through dried-up billabongs and seasonal streams. They are considered by most to be a dull and forgettable Pokemon. However, when the rainy season comes, Drolladrong metamorphoses into a majestic form and swims freely through the water to attract mates and lay eggs before the dry season returns.

Drolladrong is normally in Dry Form, a slow, defensive ground-type. If rain starts, it will shift into Wet Form, a speedy glass cannon. It has a unique ability called Seasonal Rains that causes this. Drolladrong is based on lungfish, which are famous for their ability to survive on land during dry seasons due to having lungs. The name comes from "drought" and "billabong" (seasonal wetlands).

Yowookee, the Hooligan Pokemon, normal-type. Yowookie are too small to participate in the rough games played by their evolutions, so they stand on the sidelines and cheer and holler to encourage their team. They paint their faces and leaves with berry juice to further show their support. Yowookee from opposing teams sometimes get into fights and they will throw wild parties if their team wins and riots if their team loses.

Yowookee evolves to Champowie, the Athlete Pokemon, normal-type. Champowie live in groups that act like sports teams. Different team play games against each other with the goal of getting a ball (made of giant seedpods) through the other team's side. These games are very rough, involving tackling and wrestling. To protect themselves, fur on the arms, legs, and chest has developed into thick padding. The best player of a team is the leader. As the ball is used, it sheds seeds, helping spread the parent plant population.

Yowookie and Champowie are based on sports fans and athletes. Yowookee is based on overenthusiastic fans like the football hooligans from the UK, with the decorated leaves being like flags and banners. In a game, members of this line from different routes would have different paint colors to represent the different teams. Champowie are the athletes and I based the game they play on rugby, which is popular in Australia. The padded fur is based on protective pads worn in sports like rugby and American football. They are also based on the yowie, a creature of Australian folklore said to look like an ape man. Basically, Australia's Bigfoot. The names come from "yowie", "rookie", and "champion".

Sepiliar, the Familiar Pokemon, psychic/poison-type. These rare Pokemon live deep in the forest and move through levitation. Each one carries a stick that it uses as a focus for its psychic powers. They are sent out to collect ingredients from throughout the forest and bring them back to their master. People in the past belived them to be spirits of the forest.

Sepiliar evolves to Sorsuttle, the Forest Witch Pokemon, psychic/poison-type. Sorsuttle lives in the deepest part of the forest and heads a coven of Sepiliar that are sent out to gather ingredients. It hollows out a boulder and uses it as a cauldron to brew potions. These potions are stored in hollow, dried fruits. Legends say that people who protect the forests may be gifted with potions from a Sorsuttle, while those who harm the forest will be attacked with poisons.

Sepiliar and Sorsuttle are based on witches, familiars, and the flamboyant cuttlefish, the only venomous cuttlefish. Naturally, they live in Australia. The reason they live in forests instead of the ocean is I had a dream involving flying cuttlefish in a forest. Yeah. Sorsuttle brews up potions like witches do and its reclusive nature as role as a protector of the forest drawn from various stories of witches and pagans. The blue rings on both stages are a reference to the blue-ringed octopus, another venomous cephalopod that lives in Australia (Because where else would it be?). Their names come from "Sepiida" (the taxonomic clade of cuttlefish), "familiar" (an animal-like servant of a witch), "sorcery", and "cuttlefish".

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Sixteen

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

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Chapter Sixteen - The Night of the Ball

Saturday was met with pure excitement.

You woke to the sound of adrenaline filled conversations and girls running from dorm to dorm to show off their outfits. The thundering noise of running feet and squeals eventually stirred you from your prolonged slumber. Sitting up, you rub the sleep from your eyes to see the time on your bedside clock read 11:03am.

"Oh jeez," you mumble to yourself, "I missed breakfast."

Stretching, you throw the warm duvet from your legs and swing them off the side, expecting to be met with the wooden floor. Your feet collide with a box, and your still hazy mind short circuits for a second. It's wrapped in a blue ribbon, a card nestled between the bow at the top.

"Huh?" you sound, reaching down to retrieve it from the ground. How it got there was a mystery, unless Luna had placed it conveniently next to your bed. You take the card from the ribbon and open it, to read neatly curved writing that said:

and blue it shall be. see you at 7 in the common room. E x

Your eyes widen. The only E you are aware of is Edward, so this package must be from him, which only makes your stomach drop. Quickly you scramble to untie the ribbon and remove the box lid, rummaging through the pink tissue paper to be met with a sight that almost made you choke on nothing.

"Merlin above," you mutter, taking the blue fabric you knew so well between your fingers and carefully lifting it before you. The dress from Gladrags Wizardwear, in all its silky, blue glory, was folded amongst the tissue paper. You scoff in amazement, unsure what to think about the gesture after knowing the price tag. There was only one person with you that day, so Hermione must have told him. Did he ask her? Did he just guess? So many thoughts your mind started to feel even hazier. You take it from its box and place it over your body, looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. A smile creeps across your face, even though you had no idea how to thank him for such a gift. You stare at it for a long while, tracing the lines of it with your fingers.

"I could return it and give him the money back," you ponder, "or I could just accept it as a nice gesture and not feel guilty about it..."

Your stomach then grumbled furiously, bringing you back to the room. It was almost twelve in the afternoon now, so in order to seize as much of the day before the ball, you bundle the first clothes you see and head for the showers. You replay in your mind how you were to thank Edward, do you just show up in a dress worth Galleons or do you acknowledge it beforehand? It bothered you the entire way to the kitchen for leftovers. As you reach the lower floors of the castle, you catch a whiff of the remaining smell of delicious breakfast foods, enticing your legs to move faster towards the kitchen entrance. Upon entering, you see the tables full of foil covered plates and jugs of pumpkin juice. Starving, you begin peeling back the foil to see pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and blueberry muffins. You help yourself, the house elves would rather you eat it than it go to waste. So engrossed in your munching, you didn't really register when the door squeaked open.

"Y/N?"

You turn, teeth still sunk into a muffin, to see Draco stood there. Quickly you remove the cake from your mouth and wipe your lips on the back of your sleeve.

"Draco," you mumble, "Hi."

"Hi," he says, cautiously walking over to where you were stood, "I, uh, don't usually see anyone down here at this time."

"You come down here after meals?" you ask him curiously, taking another huge bite from the muffin. He nods in response, taking one for himself. He peels back the casing, before indulging in the soft sponge with a satisfied hum. It's quiet for a while as you both eat, unsure what to say to lift the ever present awkwardness between the two of you now. Draco is the first to speak.

"So, uh, I guess I should apologise for being an arse the other night."

You wipe your hands on a nearby napkin.

"Yeah, you probably should," you say, looking at the napkin intently to avoid having to look directly at him. You'd forgive him in a heartbeat if you did.

"I just wasn't expecting to see you with-"

"Someone else?"

You break your own rule and make eye contact with him. He's staring back at you with an intensity, clearly annoyed about something he has no right to be annoyed about.

"I never said that."

"But that's why you were rude to Edward, isn't it?" you challenge, "because I was with him?"

Draco's jaw clenches. He feels bad about it, but yeah, he was annoyed.

"Just sudden, is all," he then mutters, reaching for another muffin. You scoff.

"Well, I'm not dating him if that's what you think," you spell out for him harshly, and Draco doesn't dare look in your direction, "I don't know what you take me for, Draco, but I'm not Pansy Parkinson."

You turn away from him, back to fiddling with your napkin. It's quiet again. Draco is picking at his muffin now, suddenly losing his appetite immensely. The tension is so thick you could spread it on toast and serve it.

"So, uh, you're not, like, seeing him?" Draco sort of mumbles, but you hear him loud and clear.

"No," you sigh, "but I am going to the ball with him tonight."

"Seriously?" Draco shoots you a disapproving look. It boils your blood.

"Is that an issue?" you ask, and he just sulks, huffing to himself.

"Not at all," he says, but it certainly sounds like an issue, "go with who you want."

"I hardly think it can be an issue when it was your decision to stop meeting one another," you then tell him, forcefully shoving your napkin into the bin, "this isn't my doing."

"Like you need to remind me," Draco mutters solemnly. You don't want to argue with him, but the ever growing distance between you is causing friction when you do speak to one another. And now this with Edward seems to have really grinded his gears. You let out a heavy, sad sigh.

"I don't think you have the right to be annoyed," you say, making your way towards the door, "but I get it. I'm guilty of it too."

"You are?" he said, stopping you in your tracks. You turn to face him one last time.

"If I am or not, it doesn't change anything. We'll be forever dancing in circles. That's just how the universe wishes us to be."

He has a longing look in his eyes. You wish to quell the demons that rage inside him and save his soul from his families clutches, but the further you get from him, the more you realise that you are just not that person. You give him a sad smile before turning back to the door, when his voice speaks out.

"I'm taking Astoria," he confesses to you, and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, "I just think you should know before tonight, that's all."

"Right," you breathe, "I can't say I'm surprised."

You left before he could say anymore, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes as you make your way back above ground. He was left melancholy in the kitchen, caught between the selfish but elated feeling that you too were experiencing the sting of jealousy, and the growing guilt he feels for another life he has managed to taint. The rest of the muffin is discarded in the bin, along with any hope of keeping you in his life somehow.

As the evening drew in, the dormant nerves in your stomach started to swirl. You drew out the last finishing touches to your look, hoping that time wasn't moving as fast as it was, but the clock almost read 7:00pm.

Edward would be waiting in the common room by now, you imagine. After leaving the kitchen in a state, you made your way to Gryffindor tower in hopes to find Hermione. To your luck she was home, busy helping Ginny make some last minute alterations to her dress. When she appeared through the portrait hole, her expression immediately became concerned.

"What's happened?" she rushed to say, placing her hands on your arms. The comfort of her being near caused the damn to break, and the tears just wouldn't stop coming. She led you inside to her dorm room, locking the door behind you both. From there you proceeded to tell her everything, from the dress, to the card, to Draco and Astoria.

"I didn't tell Edward anything about the dress," she goes on to say, passing you tissues, "even if he had asked me, I knew you wouldn't want someone buying that for you. And as for Malfoy, he has some serious audacity to be the tiniest bit annoyed."

She always knew how to make you feel better, even when you didn't think anything could. After a long talk and a whole pack of tissues, the weight felt much lighter on your shoulders. Hermione told you to try and enjoy yourself, and that however Edward found out about the dress, he wouldn't have bought if he didn't have the money. "He must want you to wear it," she had said, "and you'll look amazing. Just accept the kind gesture. It's not like he'll take it back."

Now you were staring at yourself with the dream dress on your figure, hair done and makeup complete. You wished there was something that would make you feel the excitement everyone else seemed to be experiencing, but it simply wasn't coming to you. You check the clock again, and your stomach hits the floor.

It's time.

Grabbing your jacket and purse, you head towards the common room, passing excited groups of girls making their way downstairs. As you enter the common room, you look around to find Edward when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Evening," he says smoothly, "you look divine."

So did he. His tie matched your dress, and so did the handkerchief in his pocket. He was smiling down at you with a glint in his eyes, a look you had seen before in a different pair.

"Thank you," you breathe, and smile, "and so do you, Edward. You look lovely."

His grin gets wider, holding out his arm for you. "Ready?" he says softly, and you loop your arm in his, allowing him to escort you to the Great Hall. Along the way you see students and classmates, either with friends or a date, their faces a picture of pure delight. It lifted your spirits to see the halls filled with such happiness. From time to time you could feel the lingering stares, knowing it was because of who you were holding onto. You glance up at him.

Just enjoy it, you tell yourself.

Upon entering the hall you were met by teachers, all dressed in their best for the occasion. Professor McGonagall greeted you both at the door, a house elf offering a sparkling drink. Edward takes one for the both of you, and you sip it to taste notes of apple and pear. Several long tables are lined with delicious food and mouth watering desserts. Elves wander around with trays of drinks, some couples are dancing to the gentle music the orchestra is playing and the guests from outside of Hogwarts are mingling from table to table. The hall was decorated to the nines, streamers of gold and white across the beams and twinkling lights dotted the dark ceiling. Candles lit the tables, the sparkle from the dresses catching the dim light as people twirled together. It was a wonderful sight.

"Would you like to dance?" Edward offers you his hand, and you begin to feel a little hot in the face. You hadn't danced in so long, you were afraid you might have forgotten how to. Edward senses your hesitation, and then leans in to whisper, "I've got you, don't worry."

You allow him to guide you, his hands taking your waist, your arms finding place around his neck. He smelt incredible, the music drifting across the room as you gentle swayed.

"I should thank you for the dress," you break the silence, "you really didn't have to."

"Oh, but I did," he chuckled lightly, "I wanted you to feel as beautiful as you are."

That had you flustered. You smile and look away instantly, but two fingers press under your chin, bringing your line of vision back to him. Your heart is thundering, but it's a feeling of wanting to run, as if you're doing something wrong. He's looking at you so intently, thumb brushing across your chin. You feel hot, but not in a nervous way, in a suffocating way.

"You know," he whispers, "I really didn't think you'd say yes."

"Huh?" you sound.

"Well, after running into Malfoy the other night, I thought you might have history," he then says, and your entire body tenses at the name, "but, if you said yes to me, then I guess I was wrong."

"You were," you quickly say, swallowing thickly, "Draco is an old friend."

Just then, as if you had summoned him, he enters the hall with Astoria on his arm. At first you don't notice, too consumed by Edwards clear advances.

"Do you want another drink?" Edward asks, breaking the intimate hold he had on you. You nod with your best smile, and he leaves momentarily. You make your way off the dance floor, just wanting to breathe and have some space, when you finally spot him.

It was like the whole world stopped, and it was just you and them in a empty room. Everything else went quiet. They waltzed in, Draco's award winning smile charming the teachers and Astoria's hand firmly around his arm. She's wearing green. Just as you thought she would. Draco's tie matches. His hair is neat and tidy, his suit a dark grey. He looks incredible. So does she. You find yourself staring, and in that moment, like a punch to your gut, you realise many things all at once.

You were not in their league. You are not a pureblood witch. Green is not your colour. Draco is not yours. He never was. Astoria is better. She walks beside him like she belongs there. Draco is a far away as he is close. He is not yours.

Your feet move before you, but a hand stops you. It's Hermione, she's smiling until she sees the distress on your face. "What's wrong?" she says, but it's almost like everything is in slow motion, your vision blurry and head a mess. Edward then returns, a look of concern on his face also, when you finally snap out of your trance.

"Y/N?" he says gently, "are you alright? Do you need some air?"

"I'm fine," you breathe deeply, mustering up a smile, "just got a little hot, is all. Thank you for the drink. Edward, this is Hermione, I'm not sure you've met."

You take a big gulp of the drink Edward passes to you, and Hermione shakes your dates hand and compliments his outfit. Your eyes wander over to Draco once again, now chatting away to one of the guests, no doubt a family friend. Astoria is laughing alongside him, leaning into his frame and resting her head on his shoulder. You feel physically sick, until Hermione turns to speak.

"Have you tried the food?" she says enthusiastically, "it's delicious, they even have your favourite cake."

"How nice," you smile, but Hermione isn't buying your facade. Edward seems to be, which is the only thing that really matters, "shall we go and look, Edward?"

He agrees wholeheartedly. Hermione goes to say something, no doubt to ask to speak with you, but soon swallows her words. She smiles, and then excuses herself to speak to Professor Slughorn who had just wandered in. Once at the food laid tables, your stomach churns at the thought of eating, when Edward offers you a delicious looking slice of cake. You pick at it, listening to him talk about everything and nothing. You make small inputs, nodding your head or occasionally making a sound of agreement. He doesn't seem to sense the tension.

Just across the hall stands Draco, with Astoria on his arm still, running her fingers up and down his forearm affectionately. The gesture makes him feel uneasy as one of his parents acquaintances talk at him about their business and how 'wonderful it would be to employ a Malfoy someday.' He does as his mother had taught him; you smile, look enthusiastic and never, ever show how disinterested you really are. His eyes keep finding you, and the sour taste in his mouth intensifies each time Chambers hands touch your body. It makes his blood feel like fire in his veins. You look so good he's almost jealous of anyone who approaches you. Draco doesn't think he's ever felt fury like it, and when Chambers leans in to whisper against your ear he abruptly ends the conversation and detaches Astoria from his arm.

He ignores the girls call to him, making a beeline towards where you were standing. Chambers arm was now around your waist, but you make no sudden moves. Then you laugh, and it's so sweet he could drown in the sound of it. Almost there, you're within a reach of his hand, when the music suddenly changes and Astoria catches up to him.

"Where are you going?" she speaks over the louder music, "it's the main dance, c'mon."

She takes his hand. Draco turns back to see you had retreated, possibly towards the dance floor as well. Couples begin to twirl and spin, the dance floor now littered with warm bodies and rosey cheeks. His focus is elsewhere, eyes frantically trying to find you. Astoria's hand guides his eyes back to her, pulling him against her frame as he automatically begins to dance. It's been driven into his system so much that his feet move without his brain telling them to. Edward had made a snarky comment about Professor Binns, and you couldn't help but chuckle before his gentle hands guided you towards the floor for the main event. Once again your arms rested around his shoulders, his hands securely at your waistline as he effortlessly glided around the room. He was focused on you, his eyes never leaving yours as the swift movements of the dance transport you to another place, the feeling of flying as your dress floats around your body, taking over your senses. You felt at ease dancing with him, but at the same time all wrong. As the music begins to slow, he pulls you back into him, gazing down at you with that same glint in his eyes.

"You, Y/N Y/L/N, are truly breathtaking," he compliments, and suddenly you have no idea what to do, as he closes the gap between you. His lips are an inch from yours seconds before you push him away, his face a look of pure shock. You're stood in the middle of the dance floor, heart pounding against your chest.

"I can't," you say, backing away through the crowd, "I'm so sorry, I can't."

It doesn't take long before you're rushing out the hall, gaining the attention of Hermione who swiftly follows in your direction, but also the boy who had been searching the sea of dancing students for you. Draco races after Hermione, desperate for a chance to stop her. He follows her with haste out into the cold corridor, ignoring the fact he had just left Astoria confused on the dance floor. Just as a reaches her, he takes her wrist, causing the brunette to spin and face him.

"Please," he pants, a frown forming on her face the moment her eyes land on him, "please, let me go after her."

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

dividers from: @firefly-graphics & @happy-ash-edits

#draco malfoy #draco x female reader #draco x ravenclaw!reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco x reader #draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #hpff #draco angst

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lemmetreatya · 2 years ago

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mp!onyankopon who tries his best to be in everyones good books; advocate free school meals for the kiddiewinks, plead the prime minister for more funding into cultural projects and less into gentrification, taking actual criticism from actual citizens (saints work, honestly).

the feeling of wanting to do good in the small parish he’s been given is the waivering glimmer of light that helps him get through the day-to-day mucky mess of what parliament has developed to be.

and yet, having his wife and kids await for him at home each day — greeting him with smiley faces and eyes of pride — glowers him sick to his stomach because he knows he cant return their appreciation. not when mp!onyankopon’s heart belongs to a fucking bureaucrat’s money maker.

honestly, paying allegiance to a certain group in government is bullcrap. they’re all the same rotten type of sick. no matter whether you come in with the goal to eradicate the poor or solidify the rich: at the end of the day, each mp did what they could to get a higher pay and grass with whatever company owning cow that determined that. even heartfelt mps like mp!onyankopon fell to the same demise.

“goodness, ony. you’re hitting everything right today, fuck.”

your moans, as illicit as always, ringing deep in mp!onyankopon’s ears. his hips hit flush against your ass again and again and again as he buries his cock into your ass — almost as if hes mining for a pay rise, i mean, gold!

“wanna make you…feel good.”

mp!onyankopon knows this is supposed to be a dirty transaction, a means to a better future for his family’s quality of life. but mp!onyankopon cant help feeling things when hes with you. cant help giving you more than just his fat cock and big balls — he wants to give you gifts.

“yeah? yeah? wanna make me feel good?” your throat is left exposed as you fling your head over the other side of mp!onyankopon’s desk.

mp!onyankopon can only grunt a reply into your neck, because he can feel his gift getting ready — it’s squeezing at his balls and threatening to come out. it doesnt take long before hes spilling his present deep into the tight canals of your ass, his come painting your insides white.

you can’t help but moan a long cry in indication that you could feel every intention his gift had for you. whenever mp!onyankopon decided to fuck you, you never failed to feel the fullness of his cock, but now that he’s given you his seed you can only bathe in the warm glow that his swimming semen leaves you with.

“so…about that bracket increase form i gave yo—” mp!onyankopon starts, eyes wet and wide as he looks on at you with something so dear, but you quickly cut him off, your hand softly stroking at his cheek.

“stamped and sent off yesterday. it’s already been passed through.”

your eyes are hooded as you watch mp!onyankopon’s face light up with rejuvenating joy. it looks like you were both in this for different reasons but for the same means.

#not ony pulling a matt hancock LMAOOOOO #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon #onyankopon aot #attack on titan #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot x reader smut

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tsuteychubbyhumanmate · 2 years ago

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He is in love.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader

A short-one shot of their concubine

Warning: Fluff, Falling in love, Lovemaking, Pillow talk/ dirty talk ( in English and Yucatec Maya), Fingering, Oral (fem), Creampie, Cuddling.

You inhaled, feeling the cold bite of fear and anxiety as the wide beach's waves touched your feet, Namor was gonna show you his home, well not talocan but something his people do. You fidgeted with your new gift from him; kimoyo beads "Encantadora, do not worry, I won't let anything hurt you." Namor spoke up beside you, you know that so you nodded wordlessly and pushed a bead, the suit begin to engulfed you like a parasite lynching onto its lifeline host. Namor offer his hand and you took it.

You both dived into the ocean. With Namor's strong swimming, you made it to your destination within 12 minutes, Namor whistled, and in the distance, a killer whale swam towards you both, and stopped right in front of Namor. Taking your hand, he guided your hand flat against the nose of the killer whale, its skin felt smooth and rubbery "Here." he put a dead fish in your hand once you stopped petting the whale "Fed her." he spoke, and you carefully fed it to the majestic animal, which in return you got a happy noise leave the large mammal.

You and Namor continue to feed the killer whale as he taught you how to tame her. "What's her name?" you giggled and smiled as she pushes her snot against your hand for more pets "She does not have one." he replied, eyes softening as he looks at you, you hummed "Nixie. How about it, girl?" your smiled widen as she nodded her head, Namor smiled fondly "We must go now, it's late." Namor grabbed your hand and as you wave goodbye to Nixie. "Thank you, that was amazing." You broke the comfortable silence as you both make your way into your home, you turned around to ask him if he wanted to stay the night, his mouth and tongue answered for you, your tongue swirled around his, and your hand on the back of his neck, threading your fingers in his hair.

Namor slammed the door shut with his foot, his hands griped your hips like you'd suddenly disappear, and he pulled you flat against him, one hand started groping your ass as he walked you back to your bed. you yelped as you made contact with your mattress, your clothes already on the floor and Namor in all his naked goodness on top of you, there was something different in his eyes, felt different as he slowly fingered you, his kisses felt hot to the touch. His tongue dragged between your folds, his teeth gently scraping against your clit. His fingers curled at your g-spot, his pace became faster and his mouth sucked hard around your clit, his beard leaving a ticklish sensation on your thighs.

"Jach ma'alo'ob. (so stunning)" he whispered watching as you came on his fingers. He slowly pushed inside, balls deep, his brown eyes intense with emotion as he thrusted hard but slow, each hard thrust banged the headboard against the wall, you whimper and moan, digging your nails into his lower back as it flexed with his thrusts "This is were you belong, with me." a sharp thrust "Le tséel yéetel kaambal, cubierto yéetel le ti' joyas yéetel in semen" he hissed pounding you into the bed, you squeaked as you cummed "Fuck!" he growled, with a final harsh thrust, he filled you with his seed.

After the passionate lovemaking? Namor cleaned your tired body of sweat and cum, putting the dirty rag in your sink he laid beside you, pulling you against his firm chest, and at the edge of unconsciousness, you heard what you only had wished for, from the man you came to love.

"I have fallen for you," he admitted softly "You have lived up to your name In hechicera, you truly have enchanted me." the void welcomed you.

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Le tséel yéetel kaambal, cubierto yéetel le ti' joyas yéetel in semen.

Beside and below, covered in the finest of jewels and my cum.

In hechicera.

My enchantress.

Encantadora

Enchantress.

#namor x reader #namor smut #namor x y/n #namor fanfiction #namor x you #namor fluff #namor fic #mcu namor

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flowerandblood · 6 months ago

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Cat, for the ask game 🐈

"I have a gift for you." He said, looking at her, pleased to find that the gown he had chosen for her, revealing her shoulders and part of her breasts, looked wonderful on her, according to his guess.

Only once, while lying with her after their intense intimacy in her bed, did she reveal to him thoughts of her loneliness. He knew that she had been faithful to him: his spies had reported to him that, in fact, in accordance with his orders, she had not seen other men and had sat in the rooms that now belonged to her, reading books he had brought her.

She was a free woman and could go out for walks, however, he knew that she did so to get fresh air and stroll through the fair, only to return to her rooms again later.

However, he, travelling between the Red Keep and Harrenhal, could not keep her company very often, which she dared not expect of him. He could, however, see the sadness in her gaze when he declared that he would disappear again for a few more weeks, only to welcome him and his seed deep between her thighs whenever he returned.

On this day, however, he had returned as the victor, having defeated his uncle Daemon and thrown him from the sky, thus he decided to reward not only himself with the closeness of her wonderful body, but also to give her something.

He reached his hand out from behind his back, the little fluffy ball he held gently between his fingers meowed loudly, terrified.

"Oh, it's a kitten!" She called out with her eyes wide open in joy, getting up from her seat and running over to him. She took the animal from him with the gentleness and tenderness characteristic of her – the little cat apparently sensed her warm nature, for it calmed down in her arms.

"It is yours. So that you don't feel lonely." He said, looking at her calmly, her gaze full of surprise and emotion making him feel a tightness in his throat that made him uncomfortable.

He didn't want to feel anything towards her and kept repeating to himself that it was that way.

It was just about her warm body and the relief she gave him.

Her smile snapped him out of his reverie.

"If you will allow me, I will name her Vhagar, in honour of the great dragoness of my beloved Prince." She whispered, and he was unable to hide his grin of amusement from her.

"I allow it."

Flowers and Thorns Send me a word Other drabbles

#send me a word #hagi drabbles #shorts #ask games

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father-in-lawliet · 7 months ago

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L (No, I'm not Kira, why do you ask?), what is your real name? 🤗

oouh. i've been waiting for this question. thank you for the ask, "stranger."

anyhow. there's a long explanation to it, and since this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, i think i'd like to take the long route to truly illustrate the importance of my name, for it is very special to me.

you might be surprised to know that my name has been passed down through centuries and centuries of generations. watari had informed me of it's high significance when i was a child. many people in my family line were gifted it as a sign of power, dominance, and overall strength. that might seem ironic considering the first letter is an L, but i assure you there is much more meaning as you begin to learn the context of its origins.

if i recall correctly, the first individual to have my name was a respected warrior. a warrior who grew sick and tired of the crime-ridden world he was forced to live in. it was tragic for him, seeing the community which he loved so dearly fall down a path of chaos and disorder. he was determined to bring righteousness back to his village, so he began searching.

as he searched, he came across and old legend of two orbs. these orbs were prophesied to grant balance and order to the user's life. all the user had to do was simply bring the orbs back to the place they wished to restore this lost order and cut them both into halves. this way, the orbs could plant their seeds of light into the area and keep justice firm in its environment.

when the warrior received this knowledge, he knew it was fate. it was his destiny to find these orbs, to bring his village back to the beloved nature that it had lost. and so he searched. he began a long vigorous journey, climbing mountains and fighting monsters of the night. it was treacherous, exhausting, and it had brought him to dark unknowns that he would never be able to forget; however, his journey was worth it. for inside the highest mountaintop of the land laid the golden orbs he was looking for.

he immediately took them and ran back to his village. he ran all the way to the center of the area, carefully laying the orbs down as he took cut his sword through the middle of each.

the orbs cracked apart, their seeds conjoining into a singular magnificent ball of light.

the warrior watched as it sank into the ground, illuminating his dark city into a land of hope. the frowns of his befallen friends had begun to turn into smiles. finally, his land had returned to its beautiful origins. the warrior was overjoyed. so overjoyed that he even began to kiss the cracked halves of these spherical wonders.

now, what was this warrior's name you ask? the name that's been passed throughout centuries? the one i carry onto this day?

...

Ligma Balls.

#death note #fictive #l lawliet #you really thought huh.#tsk tsk..

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xoxoholix · 8 months ago

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Please write something for Gyokko. Perhaps yandere . Thanks again!

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐨��𝐬

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐰: Yandere theme, Gyokko in general is a warning, Stomach bulge, overstimulation,dubcon, possessive sex, restraints, vaginal and anal sex, mentions of pregnancy.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ Who will absolutely destroy you any chance he gets. Since you were given to him as a gift of course he will spoil you generously, in return for having your cunt wrapped around his cock for the rest of his night.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ who will restrain you and fuck you like an animal until you submit to him. He won’t stop until you’re leaking with his cum and pregnant with his offspring. That way to ensure the other upper moons and other demonic entities know who you belong to. Even if that means turning you into a flesh light for a few hours, regardless he’s going to mark you.

“𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑡, 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑡~?” He cooed as he presses against the bulge in your stomach, loving the way he can feel his cock thrusting in and out of you. He couldn’t help but grin at the way your small body bounces from his the harsh snapping on his hips. Your belly was empty now but not for long, you needed to be swollen with his babies…he needed you to be. He could only imagine how cute you’d be holding onto him because you’re too week to walk because of your tummy. That thought only made him bend your knees and plow into you harder emptying his balls and the last bit of his seed into your over filled cunny. This all happened because one of the lower scum tried to eat you…You weren’t complaining though as long as he protected you.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ who is possessive over you and will bend you over any surface and rail you until you see stars if you even glance at one of the other upper moons. You’re his property how dare you look at lord Akaza out the corner of your eye as if he isn’t there? It doesn’t matter what the reason was, he will still force you into a vulnerable position and fuck you from behind relishing how you scream his name.

“Take it slut” he ordered while slamming his hips into your ass his tail tightly holding you in place as he fucked into your soft spots. Your pretty moans turned him on as you reached behind your back and pressed against his pelvis, the pleasure felt too much for you to handle. “My lord please…mm sorry…” you whimpered as he picked up the pace this time angle it towards your gspot to give you your sweet release. He leaned down and whispered his eyes still glued on Akaza’s un moving form noticing how painfully hard he was. “Go on my sweet~” He uttered as he pulled your upper body towards him, slicing your dress open allowing your tits to pop out of their confinement. “Tell him who you belong to” He commanded as his pace turned into horridly drilling into your sopping pussy. You wanted to tell him to stop but all you could do was babble incoherently as you scream his name over and over. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 did you finally squirt all over him and the floor by Akaza’s feet… Gyokko should’ve made him lick it off the floor..but he refused to allow someone else to taste his precious toy.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ Loves fucking you with both his cocks. The contrast between him fucking the air out of your lungs and the way he complements how good your ass looks as his cocks disappear inside you in a unrelenting pace drives you mad. All you can do is roll your tongue out and allow the assault on your both your abused holes. 1,000% will dumb you down in the process.

“𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑦, 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑?” He asked while rolling his hips into yours. You were drooling by now and couldn’t even bother to close your mouth as the feeling of his cocks rearranged your organs became unbearable. Choked sobs racked through your body as he kissed down your neck rubbing the spots that made your curl toes. “Yes yes yes…Is in my stomach” you slurred your gorgeous face twisting into pleasure, His position behind you gave him access to manhandle you. His clawed hands pressed against the bulge in your stomach gently rubbing the stretched skin. “𝑆𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒~” He uttered in your neck as he gave you soft open mouth kisses up to your face capturing your lips with his. “𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖’𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢”.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒌𝒐~ who has broken you and made you into the obedient pet you are now. He spent hours ruining your cunt and dumbing you down to the point you didn’t even know your own name. It was good for him you didn’t fight and willing spread our legs for him.

“Please..Stop” you begged your hands tightly gripping the restraints that held your wrists. He had broke you already drawing multiple orgasms out of you left and right. His fingers mercilessly fucked into your cunt pressing into all your sweet spots as you sobbed pathetically. He said nothing just tightening his grip around your throat. You were being disobedient as always but today was different. You had decided to get snappy with him and accidentally knocked over his vase…with him inside. He had already fucked the tears out of you so now he was prolonging your pain. “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢” he finally spoke while pulling his fingers out only to replace it with his cock, The thick muscle nudging against your clit. Your bottom lip quivered harshly as he pressed both of the swollen tips of his cocks back into both holes. Before you could react he slammed his hips into yours bottoming out in one sharp thrust. “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒” he’d never been this angry with you..but this was your warning. You learned that night unless you never wanted to walk again you’d best behave and learn how to respect him.

He deserves some attention even after all I just wrote 💋

#gyokko #demon slayer upper moons #demon slayer #Gyokko x you

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acourtofthought · 1 year ago

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hii how would you describe elain in your own words?

Thank you for your question, you really had me thinking this morning!

My thoughts are a combination of canon and my own interpretation of what we're told of Elain.

She's open with her affections, she doesn't shy away from expressing her love to those she cares about. She not only does this through her words (praising Nesta's dancing, acknowledging how Feyre had always been the foundation to hold them up) but she's physically affectionate too. When trying to soften Nesta up to allowing the human queens to come to their manor, she places her hand on Nesta's knee. She links her arm through her fathers' and lays her head on his shoulder. After Elain was kidnapped by the Cauldron and they returned to camp, it was Elain who wrapped her arms tightly around Feyre and Feyre who began to cry. When she noticed Nesta's distress over Lucien tugging on their bond she went and stood at Nesta's side.

She also has shown Feyre's found family nothing but kindness, even from the start, even when she was raised to fear the fae.

She's generous. For all the attention paid to her shortcomings while in the cottage, people forget that Elain used the money she was given to buy Feyre a gift (the paints), to buy her father a new chisel for his carving, and the only reason Elain planted flowers in the first place was because Feyre bought her those seeds (she didn't buy them for herself). If I give my children money that I earned and they choose to spend that money on someone else rather than themselves, there is still a level of generosity in that act despite the fact that I'm the one who gave them the money in the first place. She also dedicates her time to those she loves, finding Feyre a dress and planning the ball for her, packing her a satchel and preparing a horse for her travels, cooking for the Inner Circle. Her time is spent taking care of others, not just focusing on herself. Even the garden she currently tends to is in Rhys and Feyre's home, not her own. She might enjoy it but it doesn't belong to her.

Where Nesta did not buy anyone gifts the first Solstice, Elain bought the wraiths gifts, Nesta a gift, Az a gift and it's safe to infer she bought the others gifts as well "the others passed around their gifts" (just because SJM didn't list every thing the others received doesn't mean she forgot about them).

I do think Elain is the peacemaker of the sisters, she and Nesta may have been closer growing up than Feyre and Elain were but she still remained on good terms with both Feyre and their father (despite Nesta's dislike of both). She didn't automatically agree with Nesta's opinion of them simply because of her relationship with Nesta.

I think she's intelligent. She doesn't say much but when she does it's insightful and shows how much she observes everything around her.

Even when arguing with Nesta, though she threw out a few punches, they were fairly direct and not meant to tear Nesta's character down in the same way Nesta herself admits to doing to others. Instead Elain addressed things that can't really be denied then moved on, a sign of maturity and intelligence (i.e., Feyre agreed that both she and Nesta were guilty of putting a lot of focus on how they felt about Elain's trauma, even Cassian agreed with it).

And I love that she has a good sense of humor. Hoping the queens all burned in hell, thinking the new Amren is even crankier than the old one, joking about the headaches everyone gave Az (something everyone found extremely funny), laughing at the joke Rhys made about lingerie, laughing when Nesta snapped at her. I think her POV is going to be pretty entertaining.

I also don't think Elain is as prudish as her sisters believe her to be. No, Elain isn't comfortable talking about sex and periods in front of them but those are her sisters. They always looked at her as the quiet, innocent one and as Rhys said, maybe she didn't want to disappoint them by being anything different. But that doesn't mean around HER friends and her love interest she's not a completely different person. I think she's comfortable opening up to a select few but I don't think she opens up to everyone in her life and that's actually really normal. I think canon proves that the Elain around Feyre and Nesta is very different from the Elain we got glimpses of when she was at the ball with her friends. The fact that Feyre thought Elain wanted peace and quiet (forgetting how happy she was surrounded by friends), that she only finds Elain to be a pleasant companion and that Nesta thinks Elain is a dog who follows whatever master keeps her fed and in comfort is pretty strong evidence that they don't really know her all that well right now.

As far as the negatives, I do think Elain suffers from the same issues that a character such as Tarquin has (at least in Rhys's opinion). A person who prefers kindness and remaining on neutral grounds sometimes fails to do anything difficult unless they're forced into it though I think SF set Elain up to be on her way to breaking out of that mold, what with her offering to search for the Trove and announcing that she'd be going to the Hewn City even though Feyre told her she could stay back.

I'm not sure whether my insight into Elain is accurate but I'm excited for her book so we can finally answer all the unanswered questions we have about her character.

#elain archeron #pro elain archeron

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wrathfulrook · 1 year ago

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Oh John

Part 3 of the Whistling Beaver Voicemail Series but can definitely be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Female Deputy (Patience Ekner) x John Seed

Rating: E

Warnings: Dubcon at best, because Bliss :)

Word count: ~1.8k

Summary: Faith offers John 24 hours of access to her special Angel as a peace offering. And John never turns down a gift.

Read on ao3 here!

Faith leaned back and relaxed in bed while the former deputy dutifully licked between her legs. She really needed to unwind.

John had been a holy terror these past few weeks. Micromanaging her outreach, being short with her at services, radioing her at all hours of the night to complain about how she was running her region. He was throwing a temper tantrum.

She knew why, too. It was obvious. He was jealous.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

John had always been at least little jealous of her. After all, she’d replaced him as the baby of the family. Then she’d completed the Path, she’d perfected the Bliss, she even completed Joseph’s Word, essentially replacing him as the favorite. That had surely been bad enough in his eyes, but he kept his envy in check. He remained brotherly, kind, even friendly. They’d gotten along well.

And then she had elevated the deputy.

Her brother had many strengths, but subtlety was not among them. She’d known his interest in the deputy had gone beyond that of a baptist and potential convert. But she certainly hadn’t expected him to throw a fit. And definitely not a fit lasting this long.

He had wanted the deputy, but too bad. Faith had cracked her first, elevated her to an Angel, and now had her all to herself. You couldn’t always get what you want.

Still though, John was grating on her nerves. And she’d never admit it to him, but he’d been her favorite brother before he started acting out about this. She wanted that relationship back nearly as much as she wanted some peace and quiet. And although she was very much not the one at fault here, she could be the mature one and extend an olive branch, she’d be willing to share.

She turned her hooded eyes to her Angel, still buried between her legs. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, Angel…”

~~~

John looked disdainfully down at the head bobbing up and down between his legs.

What a waste.

She could’ve been so much more, so much better, than just another braindead Angel of his sister’s. If only she hadn’t been hiding away in the Henbane. If only Faith had played fair, instead of drugging her out of her mind…

He could’ve easily brought her into the flock if he’d only been given a chance. He could’ve cut the wrath out of her and molded her into a perfect disciple of the Father. And she, just like every other sinner he converted, would have adored him.

Perhaps then she would have been working between his legs of her own volition, and not because her Bliss-addled mind made her so suggestible.

Instead, Faith had shown up at his door this morning, the brainless former deputy in tow. His sister had practically shoved the other woman into his arms. She’d made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that the Angel was completely his for 24 hours, in exchange for the return of peace between the siblings. Though John absolutely felt Faith had a part of the blame to share, he was never one to turn down a gift.

John brought a hand down to the blonde hair below him, pulling the woman off his hard, leaking cock and guiding her a bit lower. As she focused her mouth on his balls, a string of precum caught in her hair. She was determined, single-minded. He had no complaints about her technique, per se. Her tongue licked up the seam between his balls. She sucked them into her hot mouth, releasing each with a wet pop. Yet, there was something missing…

John pushed her off of himself, and she fell to the floor. Tucking himself back into his pants, no easy task in his current state, he looked down at her with an eyebrow raised, waiting for her to react in some way to being pushed to the floor like refuse. She didn’t. She simply righted herself and sat back on her heels.

That was the problem. Her lack of reaction. Her lack of enthusiasm. She was like an automaton, just going through the motions. He didn’t know what value his sister could see in a toy like that.

“Follow me.”

John turned and headed up the stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t look back, trusting she had been trained well enough to follow.

As he entered the bedroom he told her flatly, “On the bed. Kneel.”

The deputy knelt on the edge of the bed, facing him as he stripped off his clothes. He wasn’t putting on a show for her, but still, her lack of reaction was… unsettling. John had undressed for many people before, and he didn’t think it was prideful to acknowledge that his body tended to be… appreciated. Instead, she stared at him with her pink lips slightly parted and her gray eyes vacant and glazed over, almost green-tinted from the Bliss poisoning.

Standing before her, completely bare, John narrowed his eyes as he searched hers. He was looking for something, anything. But her eyes were completely blank. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to ejaculate directly onto her unfocused, uncaring eyes. A small, sadistic smile tugged at his lips when he realized he could do exactly that. He could do anything, and she’d sit there quietly and take it. Perhaps Faith’s preferences weren’t to be totally dismissed…

His eyes scanned the pale, freckled flesh kneeling before him as he approached the bed. He fisted a hand in her tousled hair and yanked her head back, pulling her long neck taut and forcing her face to look directly up at him. His eyes swept down her form, but stopped at her breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly.

Why rapidly?

Curiously, he brought up his other hand and brought it down in a harsh smack against one of her breasts. In addition to the sound of skin on skin, John unmistakably heard the former deputy’s breath hitch.

“Ohhhh,” he crooned softly into her ear. “You’re not so unresponsive after all, are you?”

He lewdly licked a wet stripe up her neck, still pulled taut by his hold on her hair, and watched in fascination as her pink nipples stiffened in response. Dropping his hold on her hair, he brought his tattooed fingers up to pinch and play with them, admiring the contrast of his inked skin on the smooth, unmarred expanse of her.

She was like a blank canvas.

A wicked idea entered his head. He doubted Faith would appreciate if he took a knife or tattoo gun to her toy. Depending on where…

John twisted her nipples, hard, before ordering her to stay and leaving the room. When he came back a few minutes later with his tattoo supplies, she remained obediently on her knees, a red mark beginning to form where he’d slapped her.

Setting up everything he’d need, he felt certain Faith wouldn’t mind this. She may even like it. And even if not, it would be discrete enough that she’d forgive him easily. Especially discrete on someone who never spoke.

With the gun ready in his right hand, he held out his left to her and said simply, “Tongue.”

He smirked when she stuck her tongue out without hesitation. He pinched it between his forefinger and thumb, holding it snug. He glanced quickly to her foggy eyes, warning her to be still, before he was inking her, tracing the same lines he had drawn over and over, on so many believers.

She stayed obediently still as he worked, even keeping her tongue out when he put the gun away and came back to clean the new tattoo. He smiled as he backed up to take in the full, finished picture: the mindless deputy, kneeling naked on his bed, eyes vacant and tongue lolling out, the Project cross bold and black on the pink tissue. She looked perfect.

“Come here.” He crooked a finger to coax her over, chuckling when she kept her tongue out as she did so.

John brought up a single finger to push her tongue back into her mouth before harshly gripping her hips and pulling her soft, warm, naked body to press against his. He backed up, keeping her close until the back of his legs hit an armchair. He fell back into it, pulling the Angel down to straddle his lap. Reaching between them, he grabbed his cock and slipped it easily into her wet, waiting heat before pulling her forcefully down until he was fully hilted inside her.

His fingers gripped her hips with enough strength to bruise as he let out a laugh. “That wet? What was it? The tattoo? Do you like pain, Deputy?” He let go of her hips and wrapped a hand around her neck, roughly pulling her face to his. “You’re in the right place, then.”

He squeezed her neck, firmly. He felt a smile form slowly on his face as her face reddened with a lack of air, then tinged with blue. Her eyes were wide, but she didn’t fight back. She sat there on his cock and let him choke the life out of her. Eventually he laughed and released her, leaning back in the chair and giving her only seconds to recover.

“Ride me.”

Face still red, her breath barely caught, she began bouncing up and down on his lap.

He laughed at how eagerly she obeyed his orders. “Good girl…”

John leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her gripping so tightly around him, sliding up and down his shaft. He watched her breasts swing up and down as she worked him with her body before eventually bringing his hands up to play with them.

“You feel amazing,” he hissed so lowly he was unsure if she could hear him. “You know, this isn’t the path I would have laid out for you, but I’ll admit it suits you. You make a much better toy than you do a deputy.”

She continued to ride him, lips parting, becoming more and more frenzied as she did, and he laughed loudly in surprise.

“Yeah? You getting excited? You were made for this. The perfect little cockwarmer.” He nearly growled at her when he said, “You’re fucking wasted on Faith.”

He grabbed her hips and forced her down on his cock once again, grinding her down onto him as came deep inside her. He laid back, trying to relax, but she kept twitching around him, clearly desperate for own release.

“You want to come, too, Deputy?”

He smirked at her, brought a hand up to lovingly tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. And then slapped her across the face.

“We still have nearly 20 hours together, my dear. Let’s see if you earn it.”

#my stuff #john seed x deputy #john seed x female deputy #john seed x patience ekner #john seed fic #john seed #oc: patience ekner #the whistling beaver voicemail #far cry 5 #far cry 5 fic #fc5 #fc5 fic

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r0-boat · 1 year ago

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Hii! I just saw your requests are open. I am requesting Volo. Anything Volo. I MISS HIM

More dick sucking for you hungry people!

Worship Me, Gimme more!

God!Volo x gn!reader Nsfw

Cw: praise Kink, body worship,oral sex(reader: giving/ volo: Receiving)

Desperate for his touch, you lean into that hand, nuzzling your nose into his palm before kissing it and looking back up at him. You're at his beck and call, eager to please. Your presence brightens his mood. The storm-gray eyes light as his lips curve into a small smile.

Lord Volo has asked for your presence.

The grand gold and white doors creek open as you enter the throne room. Strands of divine golden hair fall in front of his face, resting his chiseled jaw on his hand as he sits upon his golden throne with a bored look on his face, dressed in thin, delicate silk.

Those beloved gray eyes upon you, and it's time to cross his lips. They part so slightly you know precisely what he wanted.

You walk forward, your footsteps echoing through the white hall as you loosen your robe from your body. You could barely see his chest past the soft fabric. His eyes looked down upon you like God looks down on a mortal as you take your place in front of him on your knees, bare before him exactly like he commanded. As his favorite and only pet and his most loyal for follower, you shall be in nothing but a nice platinum collar fitted around your throat. Volo reaches his hand forward, brushing his fingers against your cheek.

"You came, Good pet, so sweet, gentle, and loyal. Every step you took to reach me was like an angel taking their first steps on the mortal plane, elegant and beautiful."

His praise had your stomach filling with butterflies. If Lord Volo was a God, then you were his angel. Everyone in his Temple knew you were his beloved, favorite, and most prized possession. And in return, he was yours at your beck and call. He would travel across these mortal lands to get you anything you desire.

" I missed you so my dear come forward and remove my robes. I need your warm, pretty mouth upon me."

Your fingers pinch at his delicate robes, removing them off his body the way he liked it slow essential, essentially slowly revealing his body like unwrapping a gift, your fingers occasionally tracing and feeling every inch of his naked form. In contrast, Volo traced every inch of your body no matter how many times he saw you; he will never get tired of your gorgeous body.

Through the thin fabric, you could just barely see his half-hard cock twitching to life, his balls pent up and filled with cum from a week of not being able to see you, a god serving and commanding his people. Is it demanding task? Even though he's surrounded by the luxuries of having anyone he pleases, you are the only one he desires.

" I missed you." He repeats his voice in a husky whisper. Captivated by your beauty, you leave him just as breathless as you are as you take his hardening length into your mouth.

You're warm, wet mouth taking him all the way in, your tongue swelling around the head just how he liked it. Volo couldn't hide what you were doing to him, helping his head back, his eyes fluttering close. Nor did he dare stifling noises. His moans were all yours to hear.

"So good, so perfect. And just for me, my Sweet Angel."

But he wanted more. He tried to move. He wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth and fill your throat with his seed. Claim you from the inside. As you take more of his cock Volo starts to roll his hips slowly. Your muffled moans with your lips around his cock. His throbbing member down your throat only heightens his pleasure. He swore his cock twitched when he looked down at you, saying your hands slid in between your legs.

"You're touching yourself, too? Oh God's above, you're getting off to my taste? This is why you're perfect. This is why no one else can compare to you beloved."

He cared not for who heard him. In fact, he wanted anyone else in this temple to listen to how good you make him feel. His moans echoing in the room, affecting you and causing you to buck into your own hand as you try to reach your climax, speeding up your hand and your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down on his cock faster as Volo fucked your face, his hand reaching in between his legs and playing with his tightening balls.

"C-close! So close, please dear, please angel, let me come down that pretty throat. You've been so good, you are so good! You're amazing!" Volo babbled, drool dribbling down his chin from the pleasure you were giving him.

Your name slips from his lips like a prayer. His legs shake. He swore he saw the light as his red twitching cock filled your throat with each pump, and you took every last drop of him, your throat bobbing as you drank every last drop of his sticky cum.

His lewd facial expression of his eyes rolling back, and the whispers of your name that you just barely caught was all it took to reach your edge, squirting all over your hand.

You whimper the image of his lewd facial expression when he came for you, still fresh in your mind as you slowly remove his half-hard cock from your mouth. You look back at your beloved slouching on his throne, his chest rising and falling that the distorted silk robes were forgotten, his golden locks sticking to his face with his fingers threading through them as he catches his breath. Volo looked beautiful like the God he was, the light shining upon his glistening, sweaty little chest with his salty sweet taste still in your mouth and the warm feeling from making him feel good. The only thing that would make this perfect was getting to be close to your darling divine by being wrapped in his arms. But Volo, sweet Volo, had other plans.

Before you could say anything, he practically pounces on you. Those storm gray eyes riddled with a lustful madness.

"More! More! Give me more you're not leaving this Throne room till your squirming underneath me and creaming on my cock."

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