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niilue · 2 years

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hello!!! thank you so much for doing this event with so many fandoms ❤︎

with yakumo from blue period, may i please have prompt 33 with cw dumbification & oral fixation please? no worries if not!

‧₊˚ ⊹ sub yakumo murai x gn dom! reader

prompt: "i love how your body loses control when you cum"

cw; dom reader, gender neutral, reader have a dick/ strap but there is no mention of gender, dumbification, oral fixion. words; 475 1k event

you had in front of you the image of murai taking all of your cock/ strap with such passion and desperation. as he choked on it and moaned how good it felt in his mouth.

"easy baby, you're going to choke on it." you said stroking his head. his long screens made your thighs constrict. having him on your legs eating you out like that was amazing.

"mmhg, (name), you taste so good." he smiled running his tongue along the base of your member.

he choked again on your cock/strap, making him gag. the obscene sounds of murai taking you like this, while with both his hands he masturbated the member.

his head was moving fast, the sucking sounds were getting too much for you, he was leaving you with nothing.

you lowered your hand and touched his wet crotch. "look at you murai, all wet from just sucking me."

he nodded his head. pulling the member out of his mouth and running it over his cheeks, tapping it across his face. massaging it and kissing the full length of you.

he whimpered when you asked him to stop sucking you, you wanted to fuck him. just like you took candy from a child.

"yes so baby, you're doing great." you said watching as murai sat on top of you and began to penetrate himself.

you took his hair in your hands and pulled him close to you. "i want to hear you moan."

murai began to jump on top of you, holding onto your thighs to propel himself better.

over and over again, you watched as your cock/ strap-on buried itself deep inside his flesh.

murai's eyes rolled back in his head, not a coherent word came out of his mouth. you were hitting his sweet spot and it made him delirious.

"(name), (name), aaahg! nngf" saliva ran down his mouth but he didn't seem to register that he was cumming on you.

you leaned close to his ear and whispered. "aww baby, look at you, don't even register that you've already cum, you dumb baby."

he shook his head and opened his mouth whimpering loudly but nothing else besides your name came out of his mouth.

“ i love how your body loses control when you cum, murai."

"haaah! more, more, more" he moaned, watching you squeeze his cock wanting to cum more.

"murai~ you already want to cum again? don't be ridiculous, you think you can take it?"

he kept taking you so well, breathing hard and moving uncontrollably loving being fucked like that.

you touched his chest and noticed how agitated he was, sweat running down his neck. you licked and kissed his bare shoulders, making him scream.

you could never get enough of him, you always wanted more and more of his nice body. watching him get so small and silly when you fucked him. cute.

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icarus-in-blues · 2 years

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You never understood Yakumo Murai, and perhaps it was precisely because of that: you hated him. You hated his guts, you hated how he stood in front of you in that pose — you know, the one where he spread his legs, his foot pointed outwards, his posture screaming overwhelming confidence that was almost cocky — and claimed “you’re the greatest!” while he swatted away the bread you offered to give him.

You never understood what he meant by that, nor do you ever care to. The way those “compliments” (you can never tell) rolled from his tongue so easily and made your cheeks burn in ways you never knew they would — like flames that sparked beneath your skin and consumed through your veins in an uncontrollable momentum — annoyed you to no beyond. For they always tugged your heartstrings that weren’t meant to be tugged (you were a normal civilian, god damn it! you had work, you had duty, hell— you had responsibilities).

You never understood how Yakumo Murai could waltz into the convenience store you were working at with such finesse, capturing your eyes and heart in an instant and disappear — leaving you to long over his figure that would waltz in anytime. To buy some cheap beer, or maybe a pack of cigarettes, all the while complaining about his empty stomach, where you eventually learned his money was gone to creating a “powerful” art piece (whatever that meant).

You hated how freeing he was. A tint of jealousy bubbled in your chest whenever you listen to him talk about drawing as he leaned against the counter, resembling that of a prayer. The passion, the love, the devotion within his words was unlike anything you had learn to feel towards art. But perhaps you do, you did, because of that jealousy in your chest continued to bubble. And one day it might bubble over — you never admitted, but you were afraid that it would, and it would knock down the life you’ve learned to live. Yet at the same time, you wished, you yearned for that day to come. For him to forcibly yank you away like the bread you offered him, and into his arm, his life.

But most of all, you hated how Yakumo Murai doesn’t come back anymore. You see him in magazines now, posing beside a marvellous canvas he claimed to be his most powerful work. You recalled that, the money that was spent away for it, the days he would collapse in the store from hunger because of it, and the bread you’d give just for him to call you “the greatest!”. You remembered his hardships, yours too, only he continued to dedicate himself to it, no matter the pain and anguish — like it was a one-sided love he couldn’t bear to let go, for he loved it too much.

And wouldn’t you know that well?

#blue period #murai yakumo #x reader #angst #one sided love #i finished this in under an hour because i was consumed by madness #in any case i hope the incoherence wasnt too much #imagines from self

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iwashie · 9 months

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"SOME TEA...?" (18+)- Hijikata Toshizou !!

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patriyoshka · 2 years

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WIP of my new baby, my OC Ezekiel (idk what hairstyle suits him atm)

edited the post to see which style is better ????

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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hello i am thinking about yakumo murai and his fat cock. @sookisaurus

#yakumo murai #yakumo murai x reader #blue period x reader #kirby thirsts 😫💦

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star-elysiam · 12 days

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ლ Uma tatuagem na alma e no coração ლ

◍ pairing: enzo vogrincic x fem!reader

◍ warnings: nenhum

Nos becos estreitos e ruas de paralelepípedos de uma pequena cidade à beira-mar, morava uma jovem artista cujo coração batia por telas em branco e histórias que deveriam ser eternizadas através da arte.

Nos últimos dias passava seu tempo pintando murais vibrantes para serem expostos nas paredes desgastadas da cidade, proporcionando vida para áreas degradadas e deixando sua marca artística para o mundo admirar através de uma exposição para a qual fora convidada.

Enquanto coloria a tela a sua frente, lembrava dos grafites que existiam em alguns lugares do percurso que vinha a mente como fonte de inspiração. Alguns enxergavam como degradação e crime contra a cidade mas para ela, aquilo era arte. Não se tratava de rabiscos aleatórios ou letras que ninguém poderia entender, eram releituras dos cartões postais do país, espalhados pelo bairro.

Pareciam tatuagens, carregando heranças e histórias sobre os muros.

Tatuagens em si lhe gerava um fascínio especial, não apenas pela beleza das imagens gravadas na pele, mas também pela história e significado que cada uma carregava. Para ela, uma tattoo era mais do que uma mera decoração; era uma forma de expressão pessoal, uma manifestação de identidade e alma.

Em uma noite de verão, enquanto trabalhava em sua mais recente obra-prima, Mia ouviu uma melodia suave ecoando pelas ruas desertas. Intrigada, seguiu o som até encontrar um jovem músico tocando violão sob a luz da lua. Seus olhos se encontraram, e um sorriso tímido se formou nos lábios de ambos.

Os olhos de um âmbar intrigante possuíam um brilho que até a luz da lua refletia sobre eles. O rosto possuía uma estrutura óssea marcada, milimetricamente equilibrada e simétrica. O cabelo com fios compridos e castanhos emolduravam a face.

O músico chamava-se Enzo, um viajante do mundo com uma alma livre e um coração cheio de histórias. Após terminar de tocar a melodia em seu violão e receber os aplausos do pequeno público, ele se dirige a expectadora que lhe chamara a atenção durante toda a noite.

Conversaram brevemente sobre o que faziam. Ele descobriu sobre o amor dela pela pintura e ela descobriu sobre a paixão dele pela a arte em si. Ele vez ou outra fazia pequenas apresentações, se arriscava nas aquarelas, vez ou outra buscava o teatro e sempre que podia estava com sua câmera. Que segundo ele, era a forma que encontrava para melhor se expressar, dizer coisas quando palavras não são suficientes.

Naquela noite seguiram caminhos opostos mas não demoraria muito para que se reencontrassem em um café. Com os encontros se tornando mais frequentes uma amizade nasceu.

Parecia que se conheciam há anos, de outras vidas. A ligação que sentiram fora tão rápida que as vezes até os assustavam.

Fascinado pela arte da mulher, ele a convidou para uma jornada de descoberta e aventura, onde cada rua seria uma tela em branco esperando para ser preenchida com os traços de seus sonhos. Ela pelo anseio de uma aventura em sua vida, de pausar a monotonia da rotina, aceitou sem pensar duas vezes e em suas consequências.

À medida que os dias se transformavam em semanas e as semanas em meses, ambos mergulharam em uma dança harmoniosa de paixão e liberdade. Juntos, exploraram os recantos mais escondidos da cidade, encontrando inspiração em cada pôr do sol e cada onda que beijava a costa.

Compartilhavam um interesse comum por pinturas. Ele sempre carregava consigo na bolsa transversal preta que não saía de seu pescoço um pequeno caderno sem pauta, onde havia inúmeras ilustrações. Cada desenho de Enzo contava uma história, desde as memórias de viagens exóticas até as experiências marcantes da vida. Ela ficava fascinada ao ouvir cada relato, e ele encontrava conforto na maneira como ela entendia e valorizava seus desenhos.

Mas como todas as grandes histórias de amor, a jornada deles não foi sem desafios. Confrontados com as expectativas da sociedade e as pressões do mundo exterior, eles lutaram para preservar sua conexão única e sincera.

A mãe dela, uma mulher conservadora e tradicional, não conseguia entender a paixão de sua filha pela arte e, menos ainda, seu relacionamento com Enzo, um viajante de passagem e que a qualquer momento poderia voltar para seu país de origem. Insistia que a filha deveria seguir uma carreira mais convencional e encontrar um parceiro estável, alguém que compartilhasse suas mesmas ambições e valores.

Do outro lado, Enzo enfrentava a pressão de seus amigos e familiares, que não viam com bons olhos seu envolvimento com uma brasileira, uma garota que vivia à margem das convenções sociais. Eles o pressionavam para abandonar seu estilo de vida nômade e se estabelecer em uma vida "normal".

Apesar das adversidades, permaneceram firmes em seu amor um pelo outro. Eles encontraram refúgio um no outro, uma fonte de força e inspiração para enfrentar os desafios que se apresentavam. Juntos, aprenderam a valorizar a beleza efêmera do momento presente e a abraçar a incerteza do futuro.

Foi durante uma noite estrelada, enquanto olhavam para o mar cintilante à sua frente e deitados sobre a areia branca, que ela percebeu a verdadeira natureza de seu amor por Enzo. Como uma tatuagem na alma, ele deixou uma marca indelével em seu coração, uma promessa de eternidade mesmo diante das incertezas da vida.

Ambos confessaram seus sentimentos naquela noite. Algo que já era implícito mas que precisou ser verbalizado.

Ele não conseguia entender como ela havia conseguido adentrar tão rápido em sua mente e em seu coração. Não conseguia entender como ela lia ele como um livro aberto, como com apenas um olhar ela conseguia descifrar o que se passava na mente dele. Ficava impressionado com a segurança que sentia nela, com o quão confortável ficava com sua presença ao ponto de compartilhar pensamentos e experiências que poucas pessoas ou que ninguém sabia.

Com uma determinação renovada, decidiram enfrentar juntos os desafios que se apresentavam, abraçando a beleza efêmera do momento presente e a esperança de um futuro cheio de possibilidades.

E assim, sob o brilho das estrelas e o som das ondas quebrando suavemente na costa, se amaram. Se amaram até os primeiros raios de Sol aquecer suas peles, lhes dando vitalidade para seguir em diante.

Continuaram sua jornada, unidos pelo vínculo eterno de um amor que transcendia barreiras e limites.

Eles viajaram para lugares distantes, explorando novas culturas e paisagens deslumbrantes. Cada nova aventura fortalecia seu vínculo, alimentando sua paixão mútua pela vida e pela liberdade.

Ao longo dos anos, acumularam uma coleção de memórias preciosas, cada uma marcada por ilustrações, fotografias e pequenas tatuagens que contavam uma parte da história de seu amor. Cada desenho na pele era uma lembrança viva de suas jornadas juntos, uma prova tangível do poder do amor verdadeiro.

E, enquanto o tempo passava e o mundo ao seu redor mudava, permaneceram inabaláveis em seu compromisso um com o outro. Eles aprenderam que, assim como uma tatuagem gravada na pele, o amor verdadeiro é eterno e resistente, capaz de suportar todas as adversidades e desafios que a vida possa lançar em seu caminho.

E assim, enquanto o sol se punha sobre o horizonte distante e aquecia a varanda em que observavam o espetáculo da natureza, sabiam que sua jornada estava apenas começando. Juntos, eles enfrentariam o futuro com coragem e determinação, prontos para enfrentar cada novo desafio de mãos dadas, com o amor como seu guia e símbolo de seu compromisso um com o outro.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic x you #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic one shot #one shot #lsdln cast #lsdln #la sociedad de la nieve #enzo vogrincic fluff

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sunandsstars · 1 year

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JUST THE START

Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: It was like love at first sight, he’s never seen anyone so beautiful. Lo’ak is determined to gain ___’s affections and his brother is all for the ride. Warnings: Mentions of Na’vi racism, Swearing, Harsh parenting, Deep waters Word count: 2.7k

The reef people where strange, their tails were big, their arms and legs had a funny shape, they were a different shade of blue…

But their home was beautiful, it was unlike anything the Sully boy has ever seen. Their way of life was similar to his, yet they are apart of the water and his people the forest. The creatures they ride were different and the ‘breathing’ they do was hard to adjust to nevertheless. But at least he had his siblings with him so he wasn’t alone.

They were currently a few weeks into their new home, it was hard leaving the Omaticaya people but for the safety of his family it had to be done. His sister TukTuk found it easy to adapt, she enjoyed the ilu riding and Tsireya was a great companion, she was eager to teach his younger sister the way of water. Kiri was an enigma, she wasn’t happy with being here naturally. But once she saw the sea for the first time, she gained new opinion. She was quick to learn and very eager, often going off by herself to swim and sometimes Lo’ak would catch her sitting by herself and staring at the fish circling her body, ‘what a weirdo’

Neteyam hung out a lot with their parents, helping Neytiri with hunting and gathering food for the family. Talking with Jake about their lessons they each respectively took part of, and they sometimes whispered about home. Sometimes he hung out with Tuk, it was favouritism really, even though they had a big age gap they held a close relationship.

Lo’ak spent most of his time alone, if he wasn’t being taught breathing by Tsireya he was out in the reefs with his ilu, admiring his new home. Right now that is exactly what he was doing. Taking time for himself he swam under the water, exploring what was inside the barriers. Eclipse was near, but he didn’t care, his heart ached at the thought of going back to his family, he knew his dad would get angry at him for going so far from the shore and at such a late time.

An ilu call caught his attention, his ear wiggled and he glanced towards his left, narrowing his eyes and looking at the bioluminescent glow that’s starting to appear. The call then came from his right and he felt a tap upon his shoulder, jumping he turned around. There was a Metkayina girl on an ilu smiling at him. ‘’what are you doing out here, it is getting late’’ she signed, caught off guard he didn’t know how to respond. He cant remember ever seeing her around before, was she Tsireya’s friend? Ao’nung’s? Eywa give him strength if she was apart of his crew.

‘’I could ask you the same” he responded, deciding to be docile. She doesn’t seem to mind the fact he was the ‘demon’ of the village, despite staring at his extra finger.

‘’your family noticed you were gone and I volunteered to come get you’’ she started to direct her ilu in the direction of home. Motioning for him to follow her back ‘what was she doing with my family?’. He followed her, questions bouncing around his head and when they resurfaced from the water they got louder. They both were heading towards the Olo’eyktan’s and Tsahìk’s murai. ‘What’s going on. Shit, is it me? Am I in that big of trouble?’ Lo’ak wouldn’t push it past him, his father always had something to complain about when it came to him.

‘’Daughter, you were gone for a while, we are happy you found him’’

‘DAUGHTER?’ Lo’ak was the most confused he’s ever been, ignoring his mum who was pulling his ear and opting to look at the girl who brought him back. He didn’t remember her from when the Sully’s first landed on the beach, only getting face to face with Ao’nung and seeing Tsireya, but now as he really saw her out of the darkness of the water, she really did hold a resemblance to her parents. With wavy black hair and pretty wide blue eyes, she was also wearing the traditional Metkayinan clothes with excessive jewellery.

‘’I apologise father, he was quite hard to find’’ she turned go Lo’ak and introduced herself as ___ daughter of Tonowari and Ronal, future Tsahìk of the Metkayina clan. Lo’ak did the motion of ‘I see you’ in respect, only because his mother did a whack to the back of his head. ___ returned it giggling and sat in between her siblings, she was Tsireya’s twin he noticed. They looked so similar.

‘’___ has been busy with duties so she has been unable to properly talk to you all at the start, and recently she was away with divers outside the reef! She has returned today’’ Tsireya explained seeing the confusion in his eyes and fiddled with some trinkets her sister brought back for her, giving a shell to Tuk when asked.

‘Yes and in turn abandoned her Tsahìk duties. We were supposed to go over healing herbs this week again’’ Ronal complained, she was happy her daughter is back and safe. But the duties of tsakarem were important, especially if her daughter was supposed to lead the people.

‘Enough of this, our child is back and Toruk Makto and his family are here. We must eat’’ Tonowari wanted no conflict tonight, he invited the Sully’s to talk to Jake about the skypeople. They have been sighted by reef divers outside the boarders, far enough to not be near Awa’atlu and harm the clan but they were near enough to be trouble. As long as they took their weird demon ship away from them, Tonowari wont take the warriors to fight.

As the family’s conversed between each other and ate, Lo’ak caught himself sneaking glances at ___. She was pretty, very pretty. The way the white freckles decorated her teal skin really made her look as if she was made by the great mother’s own hands. Neteyam noticed his brothers distraction and smirked, he, the mighty warrior, will come up with a plan. He will be his little bros wingman.

However, on the other side of the murui Ao’nung wasn’t having the best time. He noticed the forest boys fleeting eyes at his sister, he will not tolerate it. But his parents would be angry if he caused a commotion, so he let it slide.. for now. He turned to his little sisters ‘’you know that freak keeps staring at you right’’ he whisper growled, his fangs making a slight appearance.

A tail hit his back, ‘’do not call him that brother, he might just be curious, he hasn’t seen me until now yes? Let him be’’___ whispered back, looking at the boy mentioned who only tuned his head quickly, not wanting to face the embarrassment of being caught.

Tsireya also noticed her friends glances at her twin and overheard what her brother said, glaring at Ao’nung. She didn’t like how he was causing the Sully kids trouble, just because their father was from the sky doesn’t mean they should be labelled as freaks. Her eyes turned to Lo’ak and caught contact with Neteyam who was still cheekily smiling at his brother, they nodded to one another and Tsireya grinned. They were plotting.

After last nights events the Sully’s left to their own hut to get some shut eye and Neteyam made little comments the whole way, teasing his younger brother knowingly. Lo’ak smacked him on the arm growling ‘’shut the hell up moron’’. But deep down he knew his brother knew, he was infatuated with her. He never was with the girls back at the forest but this Metkayinan was different, he could feel it.

The sun rose high up in the sky and made the water glisten, Lo’ak and his siblings where joined by ___and hers, along with Rotxo. They were all tasked with teaching the Omaticayan’s on breathing, they were good but there was so much to improve.

___ was sat next to Lo’ak who’s heart was racing, her hands were on his chest and stomach, feeling him. ‘’your heart is beating too fast, you must slow it down’’ she advised, how would he ever be under the water for long periods if he cannot breath properly?.

The boy closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, his hearts pacing slowing down more. He held a breath and cleared his mind of anything..and anyone. After a while he opened his eyes and immediately took notice of his teacher. His heart pace grew fast again and was noticeable with how his chest rose and fell, and he exhaled to breath properly. His tail flicked in embarrassment ‘fuck did she notice?’

‘’Lo’ak you were doing so well’’ she tutted. Neteyam grinned and his ears perked up, he caught eyes with Rotxo who grinned back. They knew. Kiri however was not amused and rolled her eyes ‘boys’.

Wanting to get his sister away from that skxawng as soon as possible, Ao’nung proposed diving again and everyone agreed. It was good practice being under. The kids all tried calling their own ilus, the blue Na’vis sounding absolutely ridiculous (Lo’ak accidentally calling a mating call) but Kiri’s, somehow she was a natural at this.

The Metkayinans laughed and connected their queues, going under and directing their students further from the shore. They all did their own tricks in the water, looping over rocks and sometimes jumping out of the water doing flips, calling out like warriors going to battle. ___ grinned, she missed home. Being out the reef was fun and all, but there’s nothing better than being with family like this.

Lo’ak caught up to her and swam in loops around her, smiling when she copied his actions. Bubbles were created and obstructed their view from behind, they didn’t notice knowing looks from a curtain warrior. Creep.

‘’Hey lets go towards the cove’’ Rotxo signed, there was a cove far down beneath the water. It was filled with many glowing fish, some cool shells and rocks and lots of oceanic fauna. It also had a large air pocket and some rocky land for them to breath and sit down in.

‘’Cove?’’ Tuktirey signed, curiosity getting the best of her. She looked at her sister who shrugged and motioned them all to go to the surface. They swam up and inhaled the fresh air. ‘’what is this cove?’’

‘’It is deep within the water, but it is cool to hang out in’’ Rotxo explained, his friend nodded and agreed.

‘’But you are forest people, your breathing might not even last long enough to reach it’’ Ao’nung teased and Tsireya smacked the back of his head, scolding him.

The Sully siblings all looked to each other with determination, they could do it. ‘’Where is it?’’ Lo’ak called out, not one to back down from a challenge, especially from an ass like him.

‘’Follow me’’ ___ directed everyone to take a big breath and went below the surface once again. They all followed her as she went deeper and deeper, where the light from the sun couldn’t even reach, darkness slowly started to engulf them but when their eyes adjusted their ears twitched and tails swung with awe.

It was beautiful, the creatures glowed in bright oranges, blues and pinks. The plants swishing and lighting up the path to the cave. ___ turned back to take in their expressions, her eyes crinkling ‘’is everyone ok?’’ she signed with one hand, wanting to make sure everyone was still on board with going down. Thankfully it was easier and faster with their ilus.

Lo’ak took notice of the glow around her, it almost created a halo of light. Part of his thought he must be dreaming, how is someone so majestic real?

They all nodded and swam deeper, soon reaching an archway of stone and the Sully’s soon felt their lungs constrict. Still not used to long periods of time under the water. Tsireya noticed and swam off with Rotxo, ___ keeping the kids calm and instructing Tuk to slow her heart.

The two that went off came back with, massive fish things? They gave one each to the blue Na’vi and connected their queues to them. ‘’they will help you’’ ___ instructed and got off her ilu, her tail swishing as it pushed her to go into the cave, the rest followed and they soon resurfaced in an air pocket ‘’this is the cove, there are tunnels that stretch do different areas’’

‘’Can we explore them?’’ Neteyam asked, not wanting to intrude with anything. Kiri was more curious about the things on their backs, playing with the one on Tuk’s who giggled.

‘’yes of course, it isn’t hard to get back either, so you shouldn’t get lost’’ Tsireya answered, dragging herself up onto the ledge and ringing her hair out. The rest soon followed, Kiri asking about the creatures that helped them ‘’they are txampaysye and help give air to you through tsayhelu’’ the teal girl explained, happy to teach the girl about anything asked.

Lo’ak climbed out the water and quickly held a hand out towards ___ who took it, she was pulled up and onto the ledge giving thanks for his help. ‘’so..uh do you wanna show me around or something?’’ ‘smooth Lo’ak. Smooth’ he mentally slapped himself. His cheeks warming and turning lilac.

‘’of course I can. We can catch up on missed time together. Come’’ ___ noticed his flush and didn’t say anything, her heart beating slightly fast. She took his hand and slowly dragged him to one of the entrances to a tunnel. Neteyam made eye contact with his brother, wiggling his brows.

‘I hope you drown, feel my stink eye’ Lo’ak glared at him, the older turning away and speaking to their companions while he himself was led through the twists and turns of the cave.

They then reached the end of the tunnel and his eyes widened at all the glow worms on the ceiling and pretty plants that surrounded him. There was a pool of water, that he assumed led out the cave from another entrance, that was filled his pincer fish and jellyfish. ___ watched how his yellow eyes glowed in the light and let go of his hand.

‘’It is beautiful yes? This is my favourite place to come’’ ___ walked around and came to the edge of the pool, diving inside ‘’join me?’’. How could he say no when those blue eyes looked at him so prettily. He dived in.

When he resurfaced he shook his head from side to side, getting some of the water out. ___ squealed and slapped his arm, splashing his face when it went back into the pool. ‘’Hey!’’ Lo’ak laughed and splashed back. This turned into a full blown water fight, ___ having an advantage for obvious reasons. This continued for a while, laughs and screams of happiness echoing around them until the boy had enough and grabbed her arms. Breathing deeply and smiling, catching his breath. He noticed a flower beside them, he reached over and picked it. The plant was a dark pink with orange wrapping around the petals. He turned and saw ___ looking at him questioningly.

Lo’ak’s heart was beating fast as his hand put the flower behind her ear. The girl flushed and smiled wide and the boy returned it shyly ‘’it looks beautiful on you…’’

‘’Thank you Lo’ak’’ his tail was going crazy, even splashing the water behind them. ___ giggled and held his hands, looking deep into her eyes. ‘’I.. cannot wait to get to know you and your siblings better’’ she stated, squeezing his hands.

‘’Me too, more emphasis on you though’’ He cheekily grinned, feeling confidence coming back to him suddenly. He liked her, more than anyone he knows and he knew he had to make her his.

What they didn’t notice though, was the glowing fish that was in the water surrounding them, swimming in circles like they do with Kiri. The soft glow of the fauna around them pulsing.

Eywa has spoken.

‘’Yesss!!’’ Neteyam pumped a fist into the air and high foured Tsireya who decided to follow him, along with the others. This was only just the start.

Ao’nung could only watch in disgust.

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nian-7 · 8 months

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Various x gn!reader

✧random headcanons w/ some of my favs (cause its my birthday.)

✧fluff, mild language & mention of alcohol

Rei (Layer) Wakana is such a sweetheart and is so easily embarrassed when it comes to romance. It's endearing just to see her blush when you offer her your hand or a flower.

Ran Mitake can't handle any of the playful teasing. Her face erupts with blush when you do playfully tease her and she's not sure how to act when you give her a kiss on her bright red cheeks.

Shuhei Hisagi has no clue how to react sometimes when you make those teasing comments towards him. They make his brain spiral and he can't help but get all red in the face. He doesn't realize that it's the reason why you do it in the first place.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has no clue what the meaning of your affection towards him is. It genuinely confuses him that he has this odd warm feeling inside of him whenever you jump and give him a hug or kiss whatever you might be able to reach. He's not sure if he likes the feeling or not.

Meguru Bachira always makes days fun when you're around. He can't help but just let loose around you and simply have fun! Doesn't matter what the two of you do, as long as you're both doing something together.

Yakumo Murai always gives you that goofy grin of his when he's about to ask you for something. Whether that be beer or just to come sit by him, you'll never know. It's a coin toss but he always makes sure it's worth your while by giving you a kiss afterwards.

Michizou Tachihara loves to come home after a stressful day and just falling into your arms. It calms him down and that's all he'd rather do. Being in your arms is the best place he could be.

Tecchou Suehiro is so sweet and even when you know his food combos are weird, he likes it when you try them sometimes. Even if they are the... less.. weird ones. He still appreciates that you don't just look at him weirdly when he eats them.

Kazuha Kaedehara is so gentle and caring with you. He's always there to be a gentleman to you. Taking your hand in his to kiss the top of it, saying loving words to you, or even just simply walking along side you.

Xiao, even when he says he doesn't want to be around mortals, he can't help but be drawn to you. He'll always check in on you whenever possible, just to make sure you're safe. Since you are a mortal after all, that's all there is to it, right?

Cyno, god, he loves it when you laugh along with him at something stupid. It doesn't even have to be at one of his jokes, he just likes that you have a sense of humor that he can work with when he does make jokes.

Mona can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you care for her. She gets embarrassed and denies it but, she loves it when you buy her something more than a salad to eat to make sure she's eating enough or when you give her affection without her having to ask for it.

Jing Yuan gets a lazy smile when he sees you walk into his office. His day just gets better when he sees you and although he may not get as much work as Fu Xuan would like him to when you're around, he doesn't particularly mind putting it off till later.

Ichika Hoshino enjoys watching the stars with you. Going to a hill where you can see stars clearly is her favorite kind of night you both could be having. It's so peaceful and she gets to spend it with her favorite person.

Akito Shinonome rolls his eyes at romance till you came along. Something about you just struck his heart and now he can't keep you out of it. He hates that he can't but he comes to terms with it little by little every time he sees you.

An Shiraishi loves to go to karaoke with you. Whether it's just you or with the rest of VBS, she loves it so much. It's always a blast and you both end up smiling when you do leave the place.

Chifuyu Matsuno can't help but think about how you might react if he were to try those cliche shoujo manga things on you. He knows it'd be embarrassing and so he never truly attempts it. Sometimes he really thinks about it though and backs out at the last moment.

Shinichiro Sano likes it when you help him. Doesn't matter how or how much you're doing or not doing, he appreciates when you help and he can't help but feel happy inside that you're showing interest in helping.

Tsuchigomori likes his alone time. Especially when it's with you. When he gets to sit and read a good book with you beside him, it's where he's most content.

Gen Narumi is the most clingy man you'll ever know. You can't seem to keep him away from you and you're not sure if you should be flattered or not that he's chosen you.

Nazuna Nanakusa can't even talk about love! She kisses you and then immediately gets red. It's those bursts of confidence that she has then they go away right after she tries to use that confidence to make a 'romantic move' on you.

Alma is such a sweetheart. He's so wholesome that you can't ever say no to him with his adorable face. Yes, he can handle himself in a fight when needed but he's just so adorable when he's having fun!

Uda is like your housewife. But he's not. He's a great lover and honestly you can't ask for more from him. Such a caring guy and he always takes care of you, even if you're sick! <3

Masato Kageura hasn't really done any sort of 'love' related thing. Yeah, he loves his family but that's different. He's not even sure how to express his love for you other than rough and random words that he feels like saying in the moment.

Reiji Amamiya... The guy is an annoying bastard to say the least. He'll tease the life out of you all while still somehow assuring you inside that he does in fact love you a lot.

Yuen is such a hard guy to get along with it yet, you and Mei-Mei do it easily. He cares about the both of you, no matter if you are a human or alien. You are precious to him and nobody can tell him otherwise.

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omiyagiri · 2 years

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what's mine is not yours | part 3

pairing: Sakusa x f!Reader cw: swearing word count: 2.2k part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 forthcoming

The staff building is a godsend. The vending machine is a godsend. And most of all: There's no foot traffic to peel your attention away from your project. For hours you tunnel-vision on your portion, drilling your fingers into your keyboard and painting a tapestry of letters across the document.

It's when the sun is dragging back down under glinting rooftops do you realize how much time has passed, and how your wrist is fucking dying. You retract your hands from your keyboard and massage the pinpricks of pain away.

Not too helpful. You sigh, and in this moment of striking clarity you remember your earlier exchange with Murai. Volleyball, huh. You know a little about the sport. There's a net. Two teams. Don't let the ball touch the ground—that's all about the extent of your knowledge. You pat out a crick from your shoulder and scooch forward in your chair.

There's some more time left until the cafeteria closes.

You put in your first search result: Murai Volleyball.

Immediately there are headlines vying for your attention, and embedded images boxing in the toothy-smile of Murai who raises a clenched fist towards the LED floodlights on the ceiling. Behind him are others dressed in the same colors as him, fighting to get into the frame, but he's in the spotlight, demanding the camera to focus on him.

You click on a video. It's one minute long and it's of Murai two-handedly pushing the ball in the air for a sprawling six-foot giant to spike on the opponent's court.

This is confusing. He's not the one hitting the ball to the other side, so why does his team point at him and offer high-fives when they score? All he does is redirect the ball towards the—

A round of lazy throat-clearing snaps you back to reality and you cram your hands in front of your laptop screen. Oh god. You glance over your shoulder and see Sakusa standing there, hunched as ever, eyes sleep-glazed and lidded.

"You're still working on it," he says, matter-of-fact.

"Ah, yeah, I lost track of time. Did you come up here to check on me?"

He gives you an unimpressed look and shambles forward. The sound of his sneakers scuffing against the ground reverberates throughout the empty corridor as he drops into a chair across from you. He stuffs a hand into his pocket—Probably to stop himself from resting it against the germy desk.

"You got on my case for doing the same thing," he says as he scrolls through his phone.

"It's not that late, and I don't have anything better to do." It's the truth. You had finished your math homework the day before. If you saw one more problem asking you to do integrations by parts then you'd fucking snap.

"Sleeping is a better commitment."

You examine the time on your laptop. "I don't go to bed around this time. It's way too early."

Sakusa grunts. "I don't care for hanging around people who don't know how to prioritize something as simple as their own health."

Wow what a hypocrite. "So it's okay if you do it, but not me?"

"There's a difference."

"Enlighten me," you say. You sit further back in your chair and cross your arms.

"I wasn't tired yesterday, but you nagged at me anyways. Meanwhile you look ready to drop dead."

"Someone is being selectively forgetful about the fact he was yawning like every other minute." You lace your fingers together and rest your chin against them.

Sakusa looks displeased. He straightens up like he's about to abandon the chair and leave you alone, but he drops back down and relaxes his muscles. It takes him considerable effort to soften the ridges and hard lines of his face. "I was not yawning."

"You were. It was very distracting."

"I wasn't. Clearly you were staring too hard at me." His tone is clipped, but there's an underlying presence of uncertainty.

"You're right, I was," you say, nodding.

Agreeing with Sakusa catches him off guard, and he frowns at you. "Maybe stop doing that, then? It's creepy."

Painful. Utterly painful. You gnaw on the inside of your cheek and try to quell the burst of nerves intensifying in your stomach, and the fuzzy tingle in your palms. Layers of cultivated confidence sizzle away when he bites back just as hard—If not harder than you. If you can't reap it, don't sow it. That's how the phrase went, right? Fuck. You're tired.

"Alright, I'll stop." For effect, you do stop staring at him and return to your essay. Your fingers fly across your keyboard.

"That wasn't me giving you permission to continue working on the project," he mutters.

From your periphery, because fuck no you're now making a point to not look at him, you could see his face was pinched. You try not to laugh.

"What else am I supposed to do?" you say. "It's either stare at you or work on—"

"Multitasking is a thing that exists." He tucks his phone away. "And also I'd prefer if you didn't overwrite. It'll be a pain to edit later."

"The more I write, the faster we'll complete it, and then the more legroom we have for editing. That's what you said, right?"

"Okay," he says, voice heavy with the weight of annoyance, "I'll delete the essay if you continue working on it."

Oh this fucker of a mother. Now he's flipping the chessboard on you. "You can't use my threats against me."

"It wasn't much of a threat coming from you."

The pitter-patter of your fingers slamming into the keys of your laptop nearly drowns out his voice. You tunnel-vision on the screen because this is how you answer petty. No words. A silence that speaks louder than any halfhearted syllables you could squeeze through your throat.

Sakusa releases an incomprehensible sigh and slumps harder in his chair to the point you were worried he literally melted. His curls bounce against his forehead when the AC vent next to the table kicks on.

"The picture was taken during his last Spring Tournament," he says.

You fumble and recalibrate. Are you both even on the same planet anymore? "Huh?"

"You were looking up articles on Murai." He points at your laptop.

Shamefaced, you incline your head in a silent 'yes, you caught me' as he sits there. It's insufferable because he's not judging you; he's perfectly unexpressive.

Maybe he really, truly, does not care. Perhaps you really, truly, are overthinking things. You stretch out your legs—accidentally bumping into his, to which he retracts them under his seat—and force your heart to stop fighting against the bars of your ribcage.

"I was," you admit, "and I'm glad I did. He's a really good settler."

"Setter," says Sakusa. "You mean setter."

"Oops." You cringe and make a quick mental note of that. Definitely don't want to make the same mistake if you talk to Murai again. Or a volleyball player in general. Or anyone in general. "Thank you. But yeah, his team really seems like to him a lot. He has that really nice quality, you know, approachability? He hypes up his other teammates and is always smiling and congratulating them when they score a point off his throws."

"Sets—Off his sets." Sakusa listens to your every word, gripping onto them and deliberately letting them digest in his brain. It's the kind of spotlight you never asked for, and didn't realize you've wanted for a long time. Someone is listening to you. "Murai's known for creating opportunities for his spikers."

"Is it true? What he's known for?"

Sakusa's mask wrinkles. "I suppose."

A high compliment from Sakusa. You're pulled into the gravity of the conversation, and so you surrender from your laptop and close it. "Have you guys, um, done any spikes? I mean. Have you spiked any of his sets?"

He tilts his head and nods. "Plenty of times. His consistency needs work, but he's good at winging new moves—which is irritating."

"You don't like it when people do new things?"

"I don't like it when they pull a new trick out of their hat without practicing it first, no." His face tugs into a pout.

Guess you hit a nerve on that one. But on closer inspection, he's kind of cute when he openly emotes like this. His fingers fidget with the zipper of his jacket.

"We're volleyball players, not magicians," he says.

"Magicians practice all their stunts before they get on stage. And I mean they practice a lot."

Sakusa pauses. "Oh? I don't really care. Point still stands."

"Are you a setter, too?" This is the only role you know.

"No. I'm an outside hitter."

"What do you hit outside of?"

The impending anxiety hits you harder than the sight of him unhinging his jaw to deliver an answer. You need to start researching this sport if you want to entertain a serious conversation—Sakusa isn't an ordinary college student. He's some semi-pro volleyball player who's listening to you butcher all the related terminology.

At least he's kind and patient enough to correct you. If it pissed him off, he didn't let it show, and if he didn't let it show, he wasn’t pissed off. This is the one absolute truth you've learned about him these past two days.

"Nothing?" he says. "Generally if the setter gets pulled too close to the net, then I'm the one they rely on to receive their sets. Or in other words, if there's a shitty pass, then I'm the one on the receiving end of the upcoming set."

"That sounds tough. So pretty much you're the one dealing with all of your team's trash plays?" Oh crap maybe that was a bit too—

Sakusa half-laughs. It's a simple, airy sound. Not a steady stream of cackles. Hardly a chuckle. It's monotonous, but humored. And you know then and there you're fucked.

"That's a good one." He seizes his backpack and rolls the strap over his shoulder. "I'll have to remember that."

As he stands from his chair, you push your laptop back into your bag and check your phone. Still not late enough to justify crashing in your bed at this hour. Your stomach speaks up for you.

"I told you there's vending machines up here," Sakusa says, fingers fluttering over his phone screen. He's playing some kind of braindead puzzle game.

You gesture to the trashcan two tables away, where your empty cans of coffee were sitting in a graveyard of bottles, notebook paper, and pencil shavings.

Sakusa's nose scrunches. "That doesn't count as food."

"Vending machine food in general doesn't count as food."

"The first wise thing you've said."

You glare at him. "Ouch."

The two of you maneuver through the wave of professors and assistants who had finished their office hours for the day. Sakusa keeps himself largely displaced from them, corralling himself onto the side and maintaining six feet of distance. You join him, because you suffer from sheep mentality.

Just one of his idiosyncrasies. It's easier to not probe him about why he's acting this way.

You realize four floors down, when you reach inside the pocket of your backpack and find the tease of empty space—you've forgotten your phone. Oh well. Not a big deal. You refuse to let the panic creep up your face as you rotate a sharp one-eighty and crawl back up the stairs.

"What"—Sakusa stops and catches you by the elbow. It's a surprising amount of contact, even though it's not skin-on-skin—"are you doing?"

"I left my phone," you say, "don't wait up for me."

Sakusa wordlessly detaches from you and dwarfs your slow climb up the stairs, skipping two to three steps at a time with his long legs.

You halt and look at him incredulously. "What are you doing?"

"Hurry up." He doesn't look back at you, already climbing the next set of stairs. "I don't want to spend all night looking for your phone."

You want to tell him he doesn't have to involve himself, that he's wasting his time, and this is your problem, that you don't need a babysitter for a mundane task such as retrieving a forgotten phone, but he's already far ahead of you and not slowing down.

"Ah—okay!" You pant and lumber after him. "Thank you!"

Guess it really is befitting. A player who's on the receiving end of his team's trash plays. The one who's on perpetual garbageman duty. The one who cleans up messes. It's ingrained in him, maybe? To make the most of a shit situation. A habit to deal with the shortcomings of other players. It translates into him assuming the role of doing the same for others, even off the court, maybe? Just maybe—No.

Sakusa isn't one to selflessly do this kind of thing for anyone. But you can't think of anything you've done to deserve this kind of unprompted reaction from him. It just happened. It's breathing, it's a heartbeat, it's blinking—it's reflex.

You beg the warmth in your cheeks to retreat, but they burn hard and hot.

You are so fucked.

by wobbles taglist— @sexyandcringe

a/n: thank you all for the wonderful comments in the tags! someone asked if Murai is an OC and i say yes! this is a canon-compliant fic, and unfortunately we don't know who was on sakusa's college volleyball team. so i had to improvise. a familiar face will be showing up though next part. :)

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blueofourown · 1 year

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(let's pretend anything besides the top four blp ships on AO3 are rarepairs)

#blue period #blue period fanfic #yaguchi yatora #yuka #ayukawa yuka #kuwana maki #hashida haruka #murai yakumo #koigabuko #fuji kirio #takada #kamiyama fumi #Kakinokizaka Momoyo #blp

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yakumokitten · 2 years

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Synopsis: Even with his insatiable hunger to be the best, University doesn't get any easier for Yakumo. Inspiration comes and goes in ever fleeting moments as he uses his paints to drown out the buzzing in his head. It isn't until he runs into you does he find what seems like endless inspiration. A Goddess with beauty unrivaled. And it helps that you find his arrogance endearing and motivating for your own works, agreeing to use one another as a temporary muse. But as each rendezvous becomes more and more frequent it leaves the two artist pondering over the meaning of temporary.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, don't get oil paints on your skin and hair.

"You've been staring at that canvas forever." You comment, standing behind the shirtless man who crouches in front of the largest canvas you've ever seen. Red flecks of oil paint long since dried on his bare chest, cheek, and his ugly pair of Crocs. Paint, mind you, that shouldn't be on skin long. The strong pungent smell clotting the air and his down cast head reminds you of other great artists. Of the turbulent lives they lead and some to the point they'd swallow globs of their yellow paints in hopes of finding happiness. You were lucky this one wasn't nearly as downtrodden, hardly ever if you were being honest.

You watch the outstretched wings on his back twitch with each flex of his muscles. The large owl on his back offering no wisdom to him.

"I know." He sighs out, looking at the large washed over canvas.

"You've painted over it like three times..."

"I know." He grunts standing up, patting himself down for his smokes. When he comes up empty he sighs even louder, head hung as he looks up to the sky, his earrings dancing from the motion.

"You got any..." He turns to face you and can't help the smile that blooms on his face. Lips pulled back over his canines as he looks at your crossed arms and the plastic convenience store bag in your manicured nails.

"Aw how'd you know I haven't eaten yet?" He chuckles and then his stomach growls, especially telling on him now.

"Because you always forget to eat when you get like this." You drop the bag of cigarettes, instaramen, and the can of beer at his feet before turning on your heel. He laughs loudly, bending over to move the bag behind his supplies.

"Don't be like that." He can't help his smile at your pout as he pulls you against his bare chest, the sleeves of his overalls tied around his waist. He kisses your neck gingerly before his sharp teeth graze over your pulse point.

"Hey." You hiss but make no move to free yourself from his strong arms. He takes that as invitation, kissing up your throat and then your jaw before he turns your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes.

His favorite work of art to date.

"Come on, you know you help clear my head." He kisses you then, letting his tongue slide over yours as you mewl when his large hand palms your breast, "It's so loud in there lately..."

It had been like this hadn't it? Almost like a transaction between the two of you, since the two of you met in your first year of university. Now a year later nothing had changed aside from the frequency of how often the two of you showed up at the others place. One always bearing a gift, a pack of smokes, a candy bar, some sort of sustenance for a starving artist to survive on. Bragging, arguing really, over who's art is better.

You say nothing back, just bring your hand up and twist your fingers in his black hair, staring into his twilight eyes before you push his face towards you. He kisses you again, this time with more urgency. More hunger, with desperation of silencing the long string of thoughts in his mind. Of feeling that damn marble smooth skin beneath his callous hands as he drowns in the feelings and sounds of a Goddess.

He flips you around, startling you, causing your hand to reach out for anything before it lands in an array of colored oils before you reach behind you to stabilize yourself. Although you don't need to with how strongly his gripping onto you. As if you could turn back into seafoam between his fingers and he would lose you to the churning seas of Poseidon. His hands make quick work of his overalls as they fall to his ankles, before reaching under your sun dress to hastily move your underwear to the side. Normally he would take the time to worship your pretty cunt properly. To lick and stroke the glistening folds until you squirmed under his strong hands and soaked whatever surface was beneath you. Sheets and couch cushions be damned.

But today you can tell he needs you, needs to be buried deeply within you until he couldn't think. Until all his thoughts were consumed by you. He looks at you for a moment before he spits between the two of you onto his aching cock. Giving it a quick pump just to coat himself in something before he lines it up to your tight entrance. Bullying his way into you, swirling your throbbing clit to distract you from the pain. He gently thrusts into you until the bite of your nails on his back lightens and the painful throb ebbs into a delicious pleasure.

Setting a brutal pace, angling his cock just right to watch your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucks into you with vigor, thick fingers still swirling over your clit.

Despite his obnoxious attitude, in the bedroom he's a gentleman, firmly believing that it should always be ladies first. He watches your face of the tell tale signs of your orgasm, of your mouth parting into such a pretty O, in how your eyes flutter and your nails scratch along the inky feathers of the owl on his back. The coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as your lay your head back, crying out his name.

"Yakumooooo ♡" The way you feel wrapped around his thick length drives him mad. Huffing in your ear as he presses sloppy kisses to your throat.

"That's it, pretty girl. Let it all out." He grunts, holding back his release as he wills another one from you with the speed of his fingers and thrusts. Pleasure washes over you again as your cunt grabs onto him harder just to flutter around him once more. He groans in your ear before pulling back to stare into your eyes as he fucks you through another and another. Before your hands fall away from his shoulders.

He moves his hand from your soaking cunt to one of your hands. Bringing it up beside your head as he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your fingers as his breath comes out in rasps. He's close, so fucking close. You knit your eyebrows as you feel his cock twitch inside you, leaning to press your forehead against his own sweaty one.

"Cum for me." You whisper feather soft and your wish is his command. He unravels, painting your walls in hot shades of white, slipping in those stupid crocs as his hand slides up from yours onto the canvas behind him. Deep twilight eyes stare into yours as he sighs softly, as if every loud buzzing thought had died in his head, leaving nothing behind but a wash of peaceful calm.

Fucking you felt the same as painting.

Although lately he would argue that the former was easier.

He gives a soft smile, moving his hand from yours to pat your hair and when it comes back with swatches of yellows, reds and oranges his smile fades.

"Shi-shit." He gently pulls you towards him, reaching down with the hand not covered in paint to pull up his overall jump suit. Making quick work of tucking his spent cock away before tying the thick fabric around his waist. He reaches for a clean rag before he gently tries to remove the oils from your hair.

"Sorry Venus." The pet name he uses when he's particularly in trouble. You suck your teeth before gently pushing him away.

"It's fine. It happens to me all the time." You dab as much of the paint as you can out before he pulls you by your hip to his. His other hand cocked on his muscular waist as he looks over the giant canvas.

"We make great art." He whispers in your ear with a tease before he nibbles at the shell. Your eyes study the piece, the obvious shape of your palm in warm rich sunset colors, of his and yours up further before you realize that the wash of the canvas hadn't yet dried before he pressed you to it in his reckless thirst.

How there is an outline of a crescent of your ass and part of your thigh, both shoulders and even the outline of hair and the thin straps of your dress.

"Damn it. This was a new dress!" You hiss, foolishly looking over your shoulder to see the oils had bled into the yellow fabric.

"Don't worry. No one will know it was you." He kisses your cheek, "As long as I walk you home after dark."

He laughs then and you give him a feral snarl as you take wet paint from your hair and press it onto his cheeks.

"Yea well. If you get a good mark just know you owe it all to me!"

Art in Banner, The Birth of Venus

#yakumo x reader #yakumo murai x reader #yakumo murai #murai x reader #murai yakumo #murai yakumo x reader #yakumo smut #murai smut #yakumo murai smut #kitten muse 🖤🐈‍⬛#kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🖋️

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