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[leondxs]

@crystal-grotto​ | cont. (x)

Well, that was certainly a peculiar way of commanding a stranger's attention, almost sounding like a threat.

And yet, it worked as a hook well enough to pause Alex's task of bundling up a wad of cloth stained with animal blood (the once cream coloured fabric devoid of rabbits it had previously held) to turn attention Leondas' way.

When eyes alight on the other, blue does a quick scrutiny of what she could see over a fur-draped shoulder. Sharp ears, a amber stare, and a crest of antlers partially hidden in ginger locks pointed to inhuman - but specific entities, the wanderer could not discern.

'...Pardon?' She speaks up with a genuine confusion tinting tone, shifting weight to better view the fae.

Movements were slow and calculated, despite the almost friendly smile presented on the fae’s features. Eyes only briefly remained on she, quickly turning to stare intently at the crimson stained cloth. Nostrils flared lightly. Rabbit’s blood. Relatively fresh. Despite not being Leondas’ choice of meal, the presence of blood did well to draw as well keep his prompt attention.

He wrenched his focus back to the stranger at hand, still smiling. Shrunken pupils gave her a swift look up an down. He had not bothered to keep his glamour present. He was confident this would be a quick kill. Though he wanted to have his fun, as usual. Get to know his prey before he settled down to dine.

❝ Nothing, just musing to myself. ❞ The points of his inhuman teeth were no doubt visible as he spoke. He gestured lightly to the bloody cloth she’d previously busied herself with. ❝ A successful hunt, I presume? ❞

#{ eeeeee i've missed writing with you!! } #||❧ ƒσℓℓσω мє ιηтσ тнє єη∂ℓєѕѕ ηιgнт ;; ic ☙|| #||❧ ;; v ??? ☙|| #crystal grotto

[strywoven-moved]

A less than comprehensive list of nonsense for Kaen’s ST verse :

Peter has Kaen evaluated once a month.  A precaution , he’s mentioned , to make sure they’re on the right course.  Within the several years they’ve been in his care , their ledger has earned the official notation of : a danger to herself and others.

Kaen’s social standing is QUITE GOOD , though perhaps nothing in comparison to their academic success.  We can accredit this to their all-around kindness , or maybe it’s something else at play.  They certainly make for a good kid to come home to your parents , be amazed as they stagger the adults with grand ambitions and exemplary life-goals all with a modestly polite , ladylike charisma.

You will oftentimes find the more unpleasant flock of teenagers trying to tempt Kaen to join them using the phrase , “There’ll be booze n’ babes.”  Two things , unfortunately , Kaen cannot turn down.

Kaen is the one responsible for providing the boozy pastries to the church bake sale every year.  They put it under Peter’s name to avoid suspicion , but there are some people who’ve figured out their secret hobby by now.

Kaen’s main vice is - and always will be - DRINKING.  Peter has the liquor cabinet under lock n’ key.

If you smoke in front of them , it’s a toss up if they’ll join you ( but they don’t take much pleasure in the act , it’s more a social thing ) or they’ll put the cigarette out on their tongue.

One of the crimes Kaen has committed on school campus is - the now infamous - blowing up of a fellow student’s car.  No , they were never caught , but those who are the least bit aware of their powers firmly believe that they had something to do with it.

#❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || headcanons ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || verse v: STRANGERTHINGS ❞ ━ ☙ #i do not have brainrot i tell myself #as i write this and then post it #and then never speak of it again like it didn't even happen but cry bc i'll never put it to use

[misshoneyimhome]

❧「KINKTOBER 2023」☙

The One With the Video I William Nylander

Summary; When your boyfriend William Nylander comes homes from a 10-day long road trip, his initial though was to head straight to bed, however when he finds you already in bed, under the covers spending a little quality time with yourself, he’s suddenly not all that tired. 

Tags; William x reader; kinktober

Warnings; sex toy; unprotected sex (p in v); 

Word counts; 1.7K

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Enduring a gruelling 10-day road trip packed with back-to-back hockey games and endless hours on a cramped bus with his rowdy teammates had left William feeling more drained than ever. All he yearned for was the comfort of his own bed, a place to collapse and sleep the exhaustion away. During those lengthy, tiresome journeys, the idea of a good night's rest had become his sole motivation.

Pulling up to his apartment building, he let out an exhausted sigh of relief, the weight of his equipment bag hanging heavily from his shoulder. Each step towards the front door felt like a herculean effort, his fatigue taking its toll.

Inside, the inviting warmth of home enveloped him. Your favourite candle wafted its familiar scent, and the soft, dimmed lights beckoned him with their welcoming glow. William's first instinct was to stick to his post-road trip routine: drop his bag in the hallway, shuffle to the kitchen for a quick snack, and then flop into bed.

However, curiosity tugged at him as he neared the bedroom. A faint sound emanated from behind the closed door. He pushed it open ever so slightly, intrigued.

There you were, cocooned beneath the covers, engrossed in your phone with headphones in your ears. The soft, gentle halo cast by your night table lamp added to the enchanting scene. It made William momentarily forget his exhaustion, eliciting a smile as he watched you.

But then, he noticed something - a light buzzing sound from under the covers and soft moans escaping your lips. A mischievous grin crept across his face, and he took a few seconds to fully appreciate the scenario. Lost in the moment, he leaned against the door, inadvertently causing it to creak.

The unexpected noise had you spinning around in surprise. "Babe!" you exclaimed, a mix of excitement and embarrassment in your voice, as you came to sit up and pulled out your headphones.

“What are you doing?” William grinned, as he slowly stepped a little closer to your bed.

“Nothing…” you almost whispered, but as none of you spoke, the buzzing sound became evident, and you realised that there was no way you could deny what was really going on. 

“Baby,” his smirk grew wider, coming onto the bed, and gently lifted the bedsheets and exposed the little vibrator in your hand, which you’d quickly pulled put as William had startled you. “You’re having fun without me?” he chuckled lightly.

A light pink colour rose to your cheeks, as you held onto the purple rabbit and a tight grip on your phone. You nodded your head slightly, as William came to lie on the bed next to you. 

“What are you watching?”  he then asked, noticing how you held onto your phone, and a curious grin came across his handsome face. 

“It’s just… nothing, really,” you looked down into the bedsheets, feeling the embarrassment flow over you. 

“Come on,” William persisted. “I want to see – you know what I like to watch,” he offered you a cheeky chuckle. “I should know what gets you going?” 

And a part of you sort of wanted to show him, but you were too embarrassed. So, you gently shook your head. But William was too intrigued to let it go, and smoothly he leaned over you, and grabbed your phone out of your hand. And you caved, letting go of your grip.

William's eyes widened slightly when he caught a glimpse of what was on your phone screen. What had had you going, turned you on, and provided you a couple of orgasms already by having a wank. It was a video of him - an interview, to be exact.

"Are you watching... me?" His grin faded slightly as he turned his head to look up at you. You responded with a gentle nod.

"I just missed you so much," you spoke softly, giving him your best sweet and innocent look.

A warm smile played on William's lips as he locked eyes with you. "Well, I definitely missed you too, baby," he said. "But wouldn't you prefer to have the real thing?"

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and amusement. "Oh, absolutely," you replied with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "I was just getting in the mood for the main event." 

With a playful glint, you set your phone aside and leaned in to kiss him, your lips meeting in a passionate embrace. 

“Hang on,” William suddenly broke the kiss, as he used his hand to reach down to what you had in your hand. “I haven’t seen this one before…” He referred to the purple toy, you’d been pleasing yourself with.

You pressed your lips together lightly, breaking the eye contact for a moment before speaking. "Well, I needed something... to help me," you said with a sly smile, which he quickly returned.

William's eyes sparkled with desire as he leaned in closer. "Well then, I suppose you don't mind me helping with that, do you?" His voice carried a seductive tone, and his fingers began to trace delicate patterns along your skin, igniting a passionate connection that promised to banish the exhaustion of his road trip to a distant memory. And you gently shook your head, lightly biting down onto your lower lip. 

William then came to sit on his knees, gesturing for you to lie on your back. He then used his hands to gently spread your legs and moved to sit between them. His expression had turned slightly darker, as his mouth felt open, and he seductively licked his lip.

Very smoothly, he then took a hold of your vibrator, and with eyes locked on to you, he turned in back on and gently stroke it through your folds, earning you to lightly arched your back and let your head fall backwards. Moans came from your lips along with his name, and your mind started to feel hazy by his movements of the toy. 

William could feel his own body starting to fill with lust and desire, as he gently continued to stroke the toy up your folds, and blood flooded to his length, which wasn’t concealed in his joggings for much longer. His eyes kept its gaze on you, as you closed your eyes, leaning back in pure pleasure, and letting yourself go to his touches. 

“So, fucking, sexy,” he softly whispered, as your hands moved up to get a grip of the pillow sheets, and he could tell your orgasm was building up. 

“Mmm, Willy… more,” you breathed out, as a familiar knot was forming in your lower body, and you could feel your heat needing more.

And William’s smirk only grew bigger, as he gently pressed the tip of the vibrator against your entrance, and slowly pushed it in, intensely watching as the purple colour disappeared into your cunt. 

“Oh, yes,” you moaned out loudly, as the toy was deep into you, and you felt it being slowly pulled back out, almost entirely, before pushed back in again. And then again. And again. 

You core was feeling incredible as it was stretched by the girth, and vibrations were sent through your body, earning louder moans to come off your lips. Your breathing started to feel heavy, as your orgasm was near, and you opened your eyes to look at the large Swede in front of you, to signal that you were close. 

“Yes, cum for me, baby,” William breathed out, just before you let out one loud moan, arched your back, and released yourself all over the purple toy, juices squirting just enough to hit William’s hand. 

You tried your best to catch your breath, coming down from your high, and with a satisfied smile, William then gently pulled out the toy, tossed it onto the floor, and came to connect his lips with yours. 

The intense foreplay had him beyond turned on, which only added to just how much he’d craved you when being on the road. And he was quick to jump off the bed, discard his shirt and joggings, along with his boxers, before he came on his knees between your legs. 

His cock stood proudly against his lower tummy, and you couldn’t help but offer an intense stare at the piece of meat you’ve missed and craved for so long. A toy could get you far enough, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. And not just the cock, but then when William came down to pull you once again into a heated kiss, you felt the warmth of the man you loved so much.

You could feel how the tip of his cock was teasing your entrance, and with a needy moan into the kiss, and a little wiggle of your hips, William pushed himself inside of you, your warm tight walls embracing him. 

And then it was his turn to let out a deep and heavy groan, and he moved his hips, pulling his length out and pushing it back in. Though it had been incredible hot watching himself playing with the toy and your cunt, this was a hundred times better. 

Heavy breaths and loud moans filled the room, as his thrust became faster, and your grip in the sheets became tighter. You could feel yet another orgasm building up, and you were so close to earn your second release since William had entered the bedroom. 

“I’m so close baby,” he breathed out, his thrust speeding up, exuding the desperate need of a release. And you were more than ready to join him.

“Cum with me, Willy” you moaned, feeling yourself tighten around his cock. And with simultaneous groans you both reached your climaxes, William spilling his seed into your sweet core. 

Heavy breaths and sweat came off your bodies, as he gently pulled out and came to lie on the bed next to you. For a short moment, none of you spoke. But no words were needed in this moment. You were both feeling completely satisfied, being together again, and your minds in haze of pure pleasure. 

As you’ve calmed a bit more, you then turned to look at William, who matched your slow movement and looked at you with a smile across his face. 

“Welcome home, babe.”

#kinktober 2023 #william nylander imagine #william nylander fic #william nylander #nhl hockey imagine #nhl hockey fic #toronto maple leafs imagine

[usserkill]

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ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

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└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───┐

└─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───┘

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✄┈┈┈┈

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★

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✧*:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )*:･ﾟ✧

*⑅୨୧*⑅୨୧*⑅୨୧*⑅୨୧*⑅୨୧*⑅୨୧*⑅୨୧*⑅୨୧*⑅୨୧*

✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*

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#Símbolos #symbols #Spotify

[wc-childrenofdecay]

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this story is inspired by the Warriors series, but features original characters/groups and adheres loosely to canon worldbuilding.

WARNING: this story will contain violence/gore (as any warriors comic would lol) and will cover some heavy themes. sry this is kind of vague i don't have the whole story ironed out yet. i'll put more specific warnings on pages where it's applicable.

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probably the best 1st page to a comic ive done. v happy w it :)

#warriors #warrior cats #warriors fancomic #warriors comic #warrior cats fancomic #warrior cats comic #warriors oc #warrior cats oc

[serealdesignationg]

(Scroll lower down for INT and DNI👇)

❧༻༺☙❧༻༺☙❧༻༺☙

☾— Uh…hey. —☽

꧁𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞꧂

꧁Serial Designation G.꧂

-Female Disassembly Drone.

꧁Follows orders.꧂

-Effective.

꧁Fixated on her job.꧂

-Tolerating J’s mere existence.

꧁Usually calm until provoked or ordered to do something.꧂

-Agile and good in combat.

꧁Surprisingly likes to eat batteries like Workers,they don’t feed her as much as oil does but they’re edible for her.꧂

-Doesn’t like loud people.

꧁She sees N and V as her younger siblings though she won’t ever admit it.꧂

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❌DNI/DO NOT INTERRACT‼️

⚠️‼️Z1ONI5TS DNI STAY FAR AWAY FROM ME‼️⚠️

⚠️PR05HiPP3RS

⚠️P3D0S

⚠️Z0O’S

⚠️T0X1C SH1PPERS+FANS(forcing your opinion onto others,forcing hc’s onto others,etc…)

⚠️R4Y CYSTS(yk who you are.)

⚠️ADVERTISERS

⚠️N5FW COMMENTS

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✅INT💕

💕LGBTQ+

💕Any religions(as long as you don’t force it onto others)

💕Artists/fan artists and other rp acc’s are welcome as long as you keep it chill in the comments.

💕Questions in or out of character/rp(as long as they’re appropriate)

🧡if you treat me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold.💛

[galoresficrecs]

[EXO] Junmyeon

LAST UPDATED ON: Dec 2nd, 2022

newly added ✦ || personal faves ✪ || ongoing ✑

ratings:

not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞

❧ NOT HERE SHIPS ☙

junmyeon x chanyeol

junmyeon x jongin

junmyeon x jongdae x minseok

❧ junmyeon x sehun ☙

✪ and it's you by rsera [4,9k words] college!au || general

✪ and the rest is dust and stardust by curledupkitten [16,2k words] foster house!au, age gap || explicit🔞

✪ carry your ocean with me by mihaeng [41,9k words] summer!au, slow burn, age gap || general

✪ Chronos-826 by okamiwind [174,4k words | 8 ch] TW: minor character death, ptst, suicidal thoughts ;; space opera!au, action/adventure || explicit🔞

✪ Coming of Age by quebaek [8k words] space academy!au || explicit🔞

✪ Hand In Unlovable Hand by werstoffhof [16,9k words] age gap, accidental baby acquisition, established relationship || explicit🔞

✪ I. Do. Not. Love. Kim. Junmyeon. (pause for dramatic effect) by London9Calling [12,8k words] canon compliant || explicit🔞

✪ I'd Kiss You Even If You Were Dead by Anonymous [4,2k words] vampire!au || explicit🔞

✪ Kiss (It's the best thing you can do with your lips) by Changdeol [14,1k words] actors!au || not rated

✪ Leaving on a Jet Plane by London9Calling [7,1k words] magical realism || explicit🔞

✪ Level by Layla_Fae [10,3k words] twins, high school!au || general

✪ Leverage by London9Calling [12,8k words] college!au, sugar daddy with a twist || explicit🔞

✪ Love Me (Not) by Anonymous [16,8k words | 2 ch] college!au || explicit🔞

✪ Moon and the Stars (I'll get them for you) by suhosshineun [30,9k words] sugar daddy/sugar baby!au, college!au, age gap || mature

✪ No Name by Layla_Fae [13,8k words | 2 ch] charity auction || general

✪ Of All the Colors in the Rain by etonnant67 [66k words | 3 ch] TW: mention of terminal illness ;; time loop, college1au, 1980s!au, 1990s!au, coming of age || explicit🔞

✪ On Such a Full Sea by shinealightrose [19,1k words] pirates!au || explicit🔞

✪ Promise by Layla_Fae [11,7k words] gambling, modern setting || general

✪ Pour Some Sugar on Me by London9Calling [9,2k words] mythology!au || teen and up

✪ Red by Layla_Fae [12,2k words] car racing!au || teen and up

✪ Ruby by Layla_Fae [20,6k words | 2 ch] historical!au || teen and up

✪ Seho 4 (v)live by viverl [5,7k words] canon compliant, established relationship || teen and up

✪ Shared by krispy_kream [861 words] canon compliant, established relationship || teen and up

✪ shines around me like a million suns by London9Calling [3,9k words] sci-fi || explicit🔞

✪ sketch(y) by curledupkitten [7,6k words] college!au, age gap || explicit🔞

✪ spice it up by cherrycoke [607 words] vampires!au || general

✪ (Tell the Bartender) I Think I'm Falling in Love by underthepines [5,7k words] set in paris || explicit🔞

✪ The curious incident of the Dragon that couldn't swim by viverl [27,6k words | 9 ch] urban fantasy || general

✪ The Wind Won't Blow It All Away by London9Calling [11,7k words] mythology!au || explicit🔞

✪ Unexpected Landmark by Anonymous [4,6k words] set in japan, college!au || general

✪ upside down and tipping over by wolfsupremacist [5,3k words] magical realism, strangers to lovers || mature

✪ We won't by pcysarcasm [12k words] age gap, secret crush || teen and up

❧ junmyeon x reader ☙

[Tam Infra Quam Supra part 2] Empty Vessels by yeoldontknow [30k words] f!reader, soulmates!au, witch!au, horror || explicit🔞

[part of Welcome to the Exodus Mall] The Meet Cute by yehet-me-up [4,5k words] f!reader, 1990s!au, mall!au, set in seattle, dad!junmyeon || teen and up

#exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #kim junmyeon #suho fanfic

[epitome-the-burnkid-viii]

#alternative #media #broadcasting #lightworker #starseed #currentaffairs #youtube #esoteric #knowledge #space #cosmos #ascension #enlightenment #5dearth #crystalline #energy #spirituality #humanity #solarflare #solarflash #solarstorm #Rapture #lightwarrior #lightguardian #music #arts #philosophy #history #anthropology #Apocalypse #endtimes #NewAge #ageofaquarius #youtuberecommendedchronicles 🔮

[roxalew]

☆ The city of Cobargo ☆

Some more landscape development for Cobargo ☣️ They usually divert the power from the still functioning power station outwards towards other places but for the purpose of doing population counts having it running into the city helps with visibility in some of the "twilight" zones further in towards the point where light itself is nothing but darkness.                                  Also NEVER walk under the streetlights as they are home to groups of giant spiders which drop down on unsuspecting prey and inject their lethal venom

☙‧︎⊰─────────────────✥︎◦♡◦✥︎────────────────⊱‧︎❧

Also there’s a speed-paint to this if anyone is interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FElguevO9A4&feature=youtu.be

#Creepy #Creepy cute #City #Abandoned city #Cityscape #Blue aesthetic #Cute #Furry #Furry art #Roxalew #Cartoon #Cartoonatics #Art #Animals

[leondxs]

Continued from (x)

@looking-for-lost-stars​

No he didn't care what happened to him anymore. He would have much preferred it happen to him then these people. He knew voicing that would change nothing, perhaps even bringing the monster's attentions to him tonight as well. He couldn't have done anything to stop the creature, and if he had tried it likely would have made things worse. It had already been proven time and time again he couldn't do anything to stop the vampire. The scarring across his face and chest was proof enough of that.

He reached up and adjusted the cloth he used to cover the bottom half of his face to hide the scarring the vampire had given him. "If I'm so terribly dull, then kill me too, and be done with it." Put me out of my misery he meant.

Leondas feigned shock and surprise, gawking dramatically at Gredal for a moment before bursting into laughter. A vicous, mocking cackle that roared even over the sounds of panic surrounding them,. Many of the travelers had made their escape by now, aside from the badly wounded. But Leondas did not care, he’d already eaten his fill. Now he was simply having fun.

❝ Why would I? As horrendously boring as you are, I would hate to grant your little death wish.. ❞

❝ Besides, you make a nice snack when prey runs scarce. ❞

#||❧ α ℓαη∂ σƒ ι¢є αη∂ ¢σℓ∂ ;; v skyrim ☙|| #looking for lost stars #ic tag #suicide ideation tw #suicide mention tw #q

[strywoven-moved]

                    A ( Very Loose ) Stranger Things Verse ft. Kaen

Overview : Leading a “normal life” didn’t ever seem part of the itinerary , did it ?  With supernatural powers and nothing better to do , Kaen realized that – for once – maybe their being “different” was their STRENGTH ; and if only people knew !  But their mother , cruel and dismissive , rewarded their power with admonishment ( a curse ! you’ll kill us ! a curse ! ) ; words they’d carry with them for years.  When Kaen finds themself at odds with survival , forced to choose between dying by their mother’s hands or living— Their whole life goes up in literal smoke.  Everything , in a matter of moments , reduced to ash and cinder.  And from the wreckage comes a man who offers to take them in , consoles them with the fact he is “family”.  Uprooted , with nowhere to go , Kaen is relocated and begins anew with their uncle.  Only now , in Hawkins , so far from New Hampshire and their old life , Kaen comes closer and closer to the fact they’re part of some grander scheme ; to the fact their uncle is hiding something ; to the fact their revelation of their newfound fire was only the beginning.

Important Information ( rather , things which will be referenced often or alluded to in threads ) :

“Peter Rolav” – The man who approached Kaen post-fire ; he introduced himself as their mother’s brother and Kaen’s uncle , making him their next-of-kin.  He pointed out that Kaen had the option to turn him away , but that would risk putting them into “the system”.  At the time , Kaen didn’t think anything of it , an estranged relative was nothing new for their broken family.  But as they get older they become increasingly suspicious of him and his motives / what he’s about , especially as it pertains to their powers.

Kaen is less a trouble-maker and more a trouble-FINDER ; a thrill-seeker ; an adrenaline junkie.  They’re quick to say that the danger makes things “feel real”.  Despite this , however , Kaen is alarmingly kind ( even to those who don’t deserve it ) and sincere ; their heart usually happens to be in the right place , even if their actions are a bit skewed.

Although rarely an aggressor , Kaen does not hesitate to reciprocate violence.  Be aware that if you strike first , they will hit back twice as hard.

Kaen suffers severe gender dysphoria , but because of the times … We don’t talk about it and never will.  As an aside , Kaen’s ONLY SEXUAL / ROMANTIC EXPERIENCES are with women ; they have , in no uncertain terms , been called a “d*ke” on a few occasions ( not that it bothers them too much nor do they bother to correct anyone ) .

Kaen is indeed Scottish-American ( heavy on the Scottish ) .

To date , if we count up to ‘86 and their senior year in HS , Kaen has only been in Hawkins for approx. 5-6 years since Peter closed all the legalities and brought them over from New Hampshire.

Kaen did , in fact , burn their mother alive ; depending on the bond the muses share , you may hear them confess that they can’t ever forget what burning flesh smells like.

Peter gave Kaen a few simple rules upon moving to Hawkins : don’t draw attention to yourself , tell me when you leave the house , and never tell anyone about your abilities.  Each of these rules , Kaen has broken.

Kaen’s mental state is DANGEROUSLY FRAYED .  Take that as you will.

Kaen was born December 1st, 1967 ; Kaen is ~18 by 1986.

Abilities :

PYROKINESIS : An attribute promptly – or perhaps poetically – discovered around puberty at age 11.  Only at first able to make small sparks , Kaen has very quickly – and startlingly – exceeded Peter’s expectations for productivity and power output.  Because of their intrinsically close relationship to the element , Kaen has a resistance to heat + fire ; their body temp. also typically runs higher than average.  If they use their powers to excess , they experience “burn out” in the form of severe migraines with pervasive symptoms.

HIGH PAIN TOLERANCE

PHYSICAL STRENGTH : Despite their unassuming stature ( standing at a mere 5ft 2in with a sweet countenance & soft-noted voice ) , Kaen is much stronger than they appear.

COURAGE : More a personal trait than anything ; Kaen is very well-known for being bold , brazen , and blindly valiant.  No matter the circumstances , dangerous or otherwise , it would take an inordinate amount of strength and then some to make this particular pyro back down from anything ( even at their own expense ) .

#❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || headcanons ❞ ━ ☙ #❧ ━ ❝ ch. KAEN || verse v: STRANGERTHINGS ❞ ━ ☙ #i don't know that i have to tag the fandom with a tw but #it's in the title #just ignore it if you're not into it #i made this self-indulgently for myself & like 2.5 other people #figured it was abt time i made a work-up for it anyways since deeds is supporting my terrible choices #i'm still on the fence abt the age thing #i'll feel it out & adjust as time goes on #for now-- #this is what i have #for those interested

[misshoneyimhome]

❧「KINKTOBER 2023」☙

The One With the Nanny I John Tavares

Summary; John Tavares is a recently divorced father of two and you as his nanny do your best to help the hockey captain; however, one night after the kids are tucked in, Tavares has a different need that needs to be dealt with;

Tags; John x reader; Kinktober

Warnings; nanny!kink?; bondage (mild); protected sex (p in v)

Words count; 1.9K

John Tavares had always been a hockey legend, but beyond the dazzling arena lights and the roar of the crowd, he was just a father trying to navigate the complexities of a recent divorce. Life had thrust him into uncharted waters, and the constant away games only added to the challenges of being a single parent to two young kids.

In your role as his nanny, your duty extended far beyond childcare; you were there to offer support in every possible way. Your friendship with John had deepened over the years, even before the divorce, so when he requested you to stick around after the breakup, your response was a wholehearted "yes." Evenings usually whirled by in a frenzy of after school activities, dinner, and bedtime routines, and you couldn’t help but observe John as he masterfully balanced his responsibilities both on and off the ice - yet it was evident that the strain from his personal life was taking a toll on his performance in the game.

Nonetheless, he deeply valued your assistance. The boys love you so much, and your seemingly effortless ability to guide them through after nursery school activities, tooth-brushing, and bedtime routines brought him a profound sense of comfort and happiness during his training sessions and road trips.

But one chilly evening, after successfully tucking the kids into bed, John returned home late. You were just finishing up cleaning the kitchen following the dinner and bedtime skirmish. On this particular night, the boys had been a bit more challenging to settle down because the Leafs had suffered a home game defeat, and the boys were determined to stay up until their dad's return. However, John had been delayed at the arena, disheartened by the loss, so you had to take charge and get the kids to bed.

As he finally entered his house through the front door, his head hung lower than usual. Only the comforting aroma of your cooking and the peacefulness of his home managed to lift his spirits even slightly.

"Hey," he said gently, entering the kitchen and leaning against the door frame, having just shed his shoes and coat. His footsteps had been heavy, bearing the weight of the recent loss.

"Hey, John..." you replied softly, giving the counter a final wipe. You could see the exhaustion etched on his face, the game's disappointment still lingering in his eyes. "I'm sorry about the game."

John simply shrugged, his disappointment evident in the slump of his shoulders. 

"Would you like any leftovers?" You tried to offer him a friendly smile, but it was met with a slight shake of the head and a quiet 'no, thank you.' He seemed to have lost his appetite along with the game.

A brief silence hung in the air before you spoke tentatively, leaning casually against the kitchen counter.

"John, if there's anything I can do, please don't hesitate to let me know," your voice carried a sweet and gentle tone, and you did your best to offer him a reassuring smile. The warmth of the kitchen and the comforting presence of a familiar friend were there to offer solace, no matter how small, during this challenging moment in his life.

John replied with a gentle nod and even managed a small, grateful smile.

"Thanks," he said. "But I don't think you can do much - I'm just frustrated about the game, and I feel like this whole situation has had an effect on my play... which isn't good."

You offered him a sympathetic nod, fully aware that you might not grasp the full extent of his situation, but you were determined to provide support.

"Well, I'm still here if you need anything."

John stood in contemplation for a moment. He hesitated, thoughts swirling in his mind. Maybe there was something you could do to help. No, he thought, he couldn't ask that of you. But then again, you had been around in his life for a long time. You knew him better than most, even more than some of his teammates. You were familiar with his personal life, the life he and his wife had built in their home. Still, he couldn't bring himself to ask for more; you were his nanny, after all.

The slight smile on your lips had John thinking. There had always been a certain twinkle in your eyes, and he’d always felt a unique connection with you, though he had never really considered pursuing it.

What he didn't know was that you had thought about it. John was an attractive guy, and despite the small age difference, not a big deal at all, you'd always had a bit of a soft spot for him. But, because he was married, and you genuinely liked his wife - well, now, his ex-wife - you'd never dare to make a move. Professionalism and friendship boundaries were firmly in place, even if there was an unspoken connection in the air.

However, as you watched this man you cared about so deeply, an irresistible urge to step across that fragile line gripped you. Feeling a touch of boldness, you took a small step closer. Your eyes locked with John's, and you could practically sense the gears turning in his head.

"Anything?" he asked, his voice taking on a rough, husky quality.

You simply responded with a nod, moving even closer to him.

John straightened his posture, and as he softly uttered your name in a gentle whisper, a shiver ran down your spine.

An undeniable magnetic force continued to draw you closer, and against your better judgment, you yielded to its pull. As you stood closely to him, his body pressed against yours, your faces drawing nearer and sharing the same air.

"Are you sure?" his question was a low, hushed murmur, but it was the next part that truly piqued your interest. "You don't know this side of me..." his voice grew darker, causing you to swallow hard and release a shaky breath.

Your eyes remained locked as you gently parted your lips to respond. "Maybe I want to get to know that side," you almost whispered, your curiosity and desire outweighing any reservations.

John took a moment, making sure he had your unequivocal consent. Then, with a gentle touch, he led you upstairs, moving slowly yet with determination.

In the bedroom, he moved with a deliberate grace, adjusting the lights to create an intimate atmosphere. Finally, he stood in front of you, and with unhurried movements, he tenderly cupped your face, his lips gently meeting yours.

The kiss was far from eager or sloppy; it remained delicate and tender, his lips gently caressing yours, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch, lost in the moment.

Breaking the kiss, John's voice remained husky and low, issuing a firm command, "Lie down."

Without hesitation, you followed his instruction, reclining on your back on the bed. A subtle smirk played on John's lips as he settled himself between your legs.

"Lift your arms," he requested in a gentle yet commanding tone.

With care, he used his large hands to guide your blouse, inching it up your body and over your shoulders. However, just as it was about to slide over your head, he halted, leaving the blouse covering your eyes while keeping your arms raised, wrists crossed above your head.

You let out a small breath, as he started to untie his tie from his pre-game suit, adoring your exposed breast plunged nicely in your black lacy bra. 

“You trust me?” his voice spoke, as his eyes moved up and down your slender body, while you only saw darkness, feeling the mattress shift lightly underneath you. 

You nodded. 

“Words, I need words.”

“Yes, Johnny – I trust you,” you spoke with a light whimper, and then he gently moved once again, this time hovering your body, his hands coming to gently wrap his tie around your wrists, tying a knot to keep them in place. 

“Good girl,” he praised you with a whisper. 

A part of you urged to move your hands, but John’s tie and your blouse kept them in place. Your body lingered with anticipation as your vision was blocked, and all control was taken away from you. 

You then felt John’s fingertips working the button of your trousers, and gently he tucked the hem, and slowly pulling them down. It was thrilling and anxious having no ability to move or take part of the action, and you felt exposed. Laying there on the bed, bare and knickers on full display for him, as he pulled your trousers off your angles. 

His hands then came to smoothly run up your thighs, gently massaging your tense muscles, earning them to relax. His touch was firm, yet careful and his hands came closer to your pooling core. And with another tender movement, he tucked your knickers down and off as well, before spreading your legs by your thighs, exposing your heat completely.  

Once more, you felt John move around, coming off the bed, to why you assumed was to undress. You heard soft steps on the side of the bed, the nightstand drawer open and close, then a ripping of something, and a few seconds later, you felt his large body once again kneeling between your legs. 

A light gasp then escaped your lips, as you suddenly felt his fingers coming to trace up your core between your folds, your needy cunt pulsating for more. 

John took his time. And as you listened to his deep and steady breaths you felt his two fingers move gently inside your warmth, massing your walls, before pulling out again. 

“You’re so ready for me,” he breathed out, before again hovering your body, and lining the tip of his cock with your entrance. 

Painfully slowly, John pushed his cock inside of your heat, stretching you good, and filling the deep of your cunt. 

Moans came from your mouth as a loud whisper, as you knew you had to withhold any noise, as the boys where asleep in their rooms just down the hall. 

“Johnny,” you whimpered, as he pulled almost entirely out, and then pushing himself back in. 

He began to rock his hips in a steady pace, and eagerly you tried to move your wrists apart, but it was to no use. John moved his hand to hold them down, as his thrusts sped up. 

His cock hit deep inside you, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take. His name came off your lips along with more moans, as you informed him in between breaths that you were close to a release. And oh, how he let you come for him. 

Arching your back and biting down your lower lip in order not to shout too loudly, he fucked you nice and good through your orgasm. And as your walls clenched tightly around this throbbing cock, he reached his own climax, spilling all his seed into the condom.  

“Fuuuck,” John breathed out, as he gently moved his hips, coming out of the rush of his release. 

He then gently pulled himself out of you, before he untied your wrists and moved your blouse all the way up and over your head. 

With a satisfied smile, you helped him out, before you both came to lay in the bed, next to each other. 

And with a grateful expression adorning his face, he offered you a soft smile, pulling you in for a cuddle. “Thank you,” John whispered, and you simply replied with a soft, ‘anytime’. 

#kinktober 2023 #John Tavares imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #nhl hockey imagine #nhl hockey fic #john tavares

[tazmilyxfamily]

Also leans forward in interest. Its human had yet to be born, but...

#twicespiced #{ i forgot about this version of the d/ark d/ragon XD } #{ L/UCAS HAS NO H/ISUI VERSE BUT YKNOW... G/IRATINA... } #❧ ⸢See my CROWN; I am KING.⸥ ⁘ The Dark Dragon. ☙ #⌦Where Creatures Roam⚉V: Pokemon⌫

[knchins]

Kuroshiro - Interlude Two

Summary: Hayami and Suguru were teenagers in love until the day came when he decided to turn his back on the sorcery world and become a curse user, which left his best friend Satoru to pick up the pieces.

Pairing: Geto x Fem OC x Gojo

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Major manga spoilers, hurt w/o comfort, mentioned misogyny, suicidal thoughts/ideation, mentions of depression, stalking (kinda?), v slight yandere behavior, jealousy, dubcon, degradation, Geto being a meanie, some choking, dacryphilia, unsafe sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, minor aftercare, semi-public sex

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Interlude Two - When I was Older

I'm on my back again Dreaming of a time and place Where you and I remain the best of friends Even after all this ends Can we pretend?

Circa 2013 - date unknown

Hayami stood in front of the rundown building, her heart feeling like the empty shell of a broken songbird egg. A few nights ago she and her boyfriend Gojo Satoru had broken up and while it wasn’t the first time, yesterday she had seen him out on a date with another sorcerer that she knew was head over heels for him. It shouldn’t matter. They were taking a break. They weren’t together. He could see whoever he wanted.

She shouldn’t have expected him to simply wait on her to cool down and try to make amends. The ugly truth was that he shouldn’t have to either. Why was the onus on him to fix their relationship when the problem was her? The problem had always been her. It was something that she knew somewhere deep inside of herself but it was never something she thought she’d be able to actually come to terms with.

Perhaps it would have been better if she had become a curse user when she had the chance.

A dry laugh escaped her lightly glossed lips as she walked inside. A first grade curse was somewhere inside. While her normally honed senses were clouded by jealousy and grief, she still attempted to do her job as she slipped on her glasses that allowed her to see in the darkness. Her night blindness was something she had suffered from since she was a child. There was not a ton of explanation behind it besides that it was a common issue within the family that was believed to be the result of a curse long ago. Though she didn’t put much stock into those old stories.

Old buildings like this rarely had an electrical hookup. Her debriefing had noted that it was unlikely to have working lighting and that she would need her glasses- a cursed tool designed by an aunt of hers somewhere down the line- that allowed her to see in the dark. Though to say it gave her sight was a bit misleading. It just gave her more spatial awareness and sharpened the image of nearby cursed energy. She hated the way she looked wearing them, despite their modernization they’ve received over the past several years.

Gojo would always tell her she looked like a sexy librarian and the image of his smug grin made her stomach churn painfully. Her hands slid into her pockets and she wrapped her fingers around the wooden handles of her tekko. While it wasn’t very common for a woman to choose the energy stealing tekko that had been passed down in her family for generations, she stubbornly demanded to inherit them in a feeble attempt to prove herself to her misogynistic father.

It never did work. Mortals can’t perform miracles.

Still, she was quite skilled with them and she enjoyed the upper body strength she gained from training with them day in and day out for the past ten years. Never needed anyone to open a tough jar for her which surely was some kind of win for feminism.

She moved throughout the building, eyes scanning to try and make sense of the strange amounts of energy she was seeing. The curse was supposed to be a first grade, but something was definitely off. Dread crept up her spine as she confirmed her suspicion.

This wasn’t a first grade. This was a special grade.

An almost humanoid-looking curse appeared before her with speed she couldn’t have kept up with even in bright sunlight. Her fractured heart was pounding loudly in her ears as she loosened her grip on her knuckle dusters. They fell with a sickening thud on the filthy wooden floor, a cloud of dust and dirt puffing up from both discarded weapons.

Her mind thought back to six years ago when her first love asked her to join him in leaving Jujutsu High. If she had said yes then, would she be facing her death now?

Probably not.

Haya immediately stood down, not even caring enough about her life at the moment to put up a fight. If she let it, it would kill her in a split second. She probably wouldn’t even feel it. Relief washed over her at the thought of it all being over. The depression that had become so routine in her mind since her first breakup. She’d be forced to let go of everything and somehow the thought of not having to feel sad or lonely or abandoned made her smile with solemn happiness. She was too much of a coward to kill herself in the traditional sense, but this would do just fine.

A familiar chuckle snapped her out of her thoughts and she instantly wondered why she didn’t notice him before. Was her focus so gone that she hadn’t detected him? His energy had always been so unique. When they were kids she could sense him from over a kilometer away. Though that may have just been from her infatuation with him. It was incredibly difficult to tell.

“I never thought I’d see the day where Kuroishi Hayami resigned herself to death.” His condescension felt so out of character from the teenage boy she once knew. It was hard to believe that there once was a time when nothing but sweetness would ever come from his mouth. Her eyes softened as she looked towards the floor, numbness washing over her as Geto Suguru easily disposed of the special grade curse that had been before her.

She was glad she couldn’t see him consume the black squishy ball. It always made her nauseous to watch. “I never thought I’d see the day when Geto Suguru turned his back on non-sorcerers, but here we are.” Her tone was callous, annoyed, hurt.

It had been six years since they breathed a word to one another.

Lights suddenly cut on around them. Her eyes adjusted slowly as she took off her glasses, not wanting to hear any comment from him about them. She didn’t want to hear how cute he thought she looked. She was done being cute. She was a grown woman now.

She felt his eyes all over her. The crossbody crop top and fitted shorts she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. She had thrown modesty to the wind a long time ago. What good was it anyway?

The silence was uncomfortable for her and amusing for him. It was only natural that he had kept tabs on her the past six years. What kind of man would he be if he didn’t? He still very much loved her, even if she had chosen not to take his hand under the osmanthus tree that day. He changed the subject, “you’ve grown into quite the beauty.” His voice was sincere and though she rarely gave in to compliments from the opposite sex, she could feel the top of her cheeks growing warm with flattery. In truth, there were only two people in the entire world that could make her blush and she hated both of them for it.

Hate was probably a strong word.

“You and Gojo broke up again.” He commented. Of course, he knew. Everyone knew when someone as popular as Gojo Satoru became available. “Why?”

“Who cares?” She asked flippantly, not understanding why it even mattered. What she really wanted to ask was why did he care? It wasn’t as if she was the one that left. “We break up all the time.”

She mentally eviscerated herself for saying that out loud. He probably knew that already but to hear herself say it made her realize how pathetic it was.

Suguru gave her a sympathetic smile, deciding to stop toying with her for the time being. He knew that it was his fault that they fought all the time. He was the source of all of their problems. While he did not wish to see the two people he had been closest to struggle to keep going, it was not enough to make him turn his back on what was becoming his life’s work. He was trying to make the world a better place for sorcerers. Maybe one day she’d see it that way.

His knuckles brushed up her jawline before he cupped her face gingerly. Haya softened at his touch, knees weak at the thought of him holding her again. “I’ve missed you, my beautiful Tsubaki.”

A rebellious tear finally slipped from her watery eyes, meeting his thumb and rolling down the crease between his hand and her face. “I’ve missed you too.” She whispered back, wondering if her body would give out from the sheer amount of emotional turmoil she was feeling.

Before she could process what exactly was happening, she responded to the pair of familiar, soft lips that pressed against hers. It was light, loving, doting...until she responded by pressing her mouth much harder against his. The tables turned, a switch was flipped, and suddenly her back was against the wall and thighs squeezing his muscular waist as her legs wrapped around him.

Geto had never taken his eyes off her. Though he had left the school, he still watched over her. He had seen her run to Gojo’s room wearing nearly nothing. He’d seen the patchwork of bruises that littered her neck and shoulders the following day. There was never any fury towards either of them, not at that time. Not until this very moment when he felt as if he finally had her once again. This time there was nothing holding him back. His honor and her naivety had been thrown away years prior.

The only thing he wanted almost as much as ridding the world of non-sorcerers was the only woman he had been capable of loving. He knew it would be fleeting. This would be all they’d ever have to hold on to. Afterward, she’d go back to Jujutsu High in the mountains of Tokyo and she’d knock on the door of his best friend’s room and apologize. They’ll get back together. He’ll watch from afar as Gojo makes her scream his name instead.

Haya let out a hiss of pain as his blunt nails began to dig harshly into the bare underside of her firm thighs. Her back started to ache from how hard he was pressing her against the plaster. His teeth dug into her lower lip, drawing blood as one hand left her thigh to move the carefully placed fabric of her top, and exposing both of her breasts.

“You’ve always had such nice tits.” He said in a harsh tone as he grabbed one to knead the soft flesh. “They’ve gotten much bigger since we were kids.”

She could feel his cock already starting to harden against her, the small twitches making her arousal for him grow tenfold. He pinched her nipple, earning a needy whine. “Satoru will never be able to satisfy you after this.” His voice was even more callous than before, jealous creeping up his vocal cords as he thought about all the times his best friend got to hear her pleas for more. The glossy look in her eyes from pleasure. He wanted it to be him.

It should have been him.

He forced her legs from around his waist, turning her around and pressing her exposed chest against the wall by gripping the back of her neck in one hand. Haya hadn’t known what exactly to expect, but it definitely was this. While she didn’t mind sex being rough and even enjoyed it, she had thought he’d be softer with her. Kinder. Gentler.

She’d quickly find out that she was very, very wrong.

She felt him tug down her shorts and underwear in one fluid motion. She stepped out of them with one foot so that she could spread her legs for him a little easier. Her mouth opened to speak but only a moan came out as two fingers were suddenly knuckle deep inside of her pussy, pumping at a fast but even pace.

“You’re soaking wet. What a pretty slut you are.” He whispered into her ear. “You like me treating you like this, Hayami? Did he really turn you into such a whore?”

His words were biting, cutting her deep as she could help the desperate sounds that kept coming from her. She hated herself for how much she was enjoying his degradation. How much it was turning her on. This wasn’t sensual at all. It was mean. Since when did she like it this way?

A third finger was added and her voice only seemed to grow louder. “‘Guru,” She whimpered in the most pathetic voice she had ever heard come from her mouth. Her walls clenched around him, her hips moving to try and feel more, the pleasure swelling in the pit of her abdomen.

He kept her upper body in place with his hand still on the back of her neck, squeezing it lightly every time she pressed back against him. He was thoroughly enjoying the way she looked right now, submissive and begging. Why had he waited so long to do this? He should have never held on to his sentimentality.

“Is it this easy for everyone to get you off, or just me?” He asked, biting her ear as he felt her come undone. More fluid gushing around his three digits as her walls spasmed and her voice hiccuped.

“Y-You,” She said back incoherently, unable to say anything else in the height of pleasure.

Geto removed his fingers, cleaning them off with his tongue as she watched him from the corner of her eye. The sight only had her wanting him more, wishing he had simply gone down on her instead. Her face was red with flush as she tried to hold back a beg for more.

He could see it in the look in her eye. That she wasn’t satisfied yet. She had cum too quickly. His fingers just hadn’t been enough. “My fingers weren’t good enough for a little cockslut like you?” He asked, squeezing her neck once more, his thumb and pointer finger pressing into vital spots that had her head spinning from lack of oxygen and blood.

He tugged his pants and briefs down, his erection springing out. She could already tell he was thicker than Gojo, though maybe not quite as long. She could feel herself getting uncomfortably wet. The need for having such a big dick inside of her was growing exponentially.

“Is your cunt always this needy?” He asked as he roughly thrust into her, hitting her cervix in a way that had her seeing stars. “You’re pretty tight for someone who fucks around a lot on your off time.”

That one hurt. She felt tears in her eyes both from the pain of him stretching out her delicate walls and his terrible words. What was worse was she had no idea how much he actually meant them.

Geto said nothing, somewhat regretting having gone a hair too far, though he was much too distracted by how heavenly it felt inside of her to really apologize. He grabbed her hips with both hands to keep her steady as he began to plow into her at a fast pace.

Haya’s tearful whimpers quickly evolved into eye-rolling moans. His name began to bounce off the walls in tune with his balls slapping against her. She couldn’t even process that he wasn’t wearing a condom, everything happening much too fast for her to even care. He adjusted his angle, the underside of his shaft rubbing perfectly against her g-spot in a way that had her screaming for him. Right there, oh fuck, Suguru! Don’t stop, faster, harder, fuck!

Geto was speechless at just how good this felt. He had imaged it hundreds, no, thousands of times. Jerked off to the image in his head more time than he could count. None of it compared to the real thing. The sensation would be burned into his memory forever. Even if he could never have her again, he would always remember what it was like to be balls deep inside the most perfect hole he’d ever had the pleasure to fuck. No sexual encounter would ever compare to this, that much he was sure of.

He reached around to rub her clit in harsh, tight circles. The friction caused her body to shake with pleasure as she once again squeezed around him so tight he thought she’d force him out. A deep groan left his throat as he increased his pace again. Haya was screaming his name once more, cumming a second time as she felt like her legs would give in at any moment. In fact, the only thing truly keeping her up with his grip on her lower body still.

He fucked her through her orgasm until she was an overstimulated mess in his arms, only then shooting his load deep inside of her as he moaned out her name. He rested his head against the back of her shoulder, letting himself slowly unharden inside of her. Haya caught her breath, her eyes still teary as she shook.

Geto planted a soft kiss on the crown of her head as he pulled out, cum gushing from her without any hindrance. After fixing his pants he helped her back into her underwear and shorts, letting her collapse back against his chest. He reached around and fixed her top so that she was covered once more.

Haya was in no condition to walk between the flow of tears and her weak legs. A small frown formed on his lips as he picked her up and held her close to his chest. She took the opportunity to cling to him, mourning the loss of their relationship once more. His chest was so much broader now. He was so much stronger. Most of all, he’d never be hers again.

Geto managed to transport her back to the high school discreetly, having no choice but to leave her on the outskirts of the school where he knew Gojo would be able to sense her. She had fallen asleep in his arms at some point, and he gave her a kiss goodbye on her forehead as he set her down in the soft grass. He’d watch over her from a distance, never allowing himself to get this close ever again.

Not until the night parade of a hundred demons.

Chapter Three coming Sunday (2/20)

The conclusion of Gojo and Haya's date and the rebirth of Itadori Yuuji

#geto x oc #geto suguru #suguru geto #getou x oc #jjk x oc #gojo x oc x geto #geto x oc x gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagine #jjk fanfiction #jjk ocs #jjk oc #KSseries #kuroishi hayami #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk angst

[leondxs]

also, I’ve been working hard at the novel I’m writing that features Leondas. I’m super excited abt it!! I’ve really focused hard and have been able to make good progress imo. My goal is to have it published within a year’s time, but I’m not going to rush by any means for that deadline. I want to at least have it mostly done by then.

I’ve had this idea for almost six years now (since leo was created) and I want so dearly to finally put it out into the world. It’s very near and dear to my heart. If y’all ever have any questions about it, feel free to send them here! I will likely be talking about the novel here a lot and further develop leo as I go.

#{ I am v passionate abt it } #||❧ нανє уσυ нєαя∂ σƒ тнє нιgн єℓνєѕ? ;; ooc ☙||

[leondxs]

@skxrbrand | cont. (x)

Elves. At least that was his suspicion.

Wood elves, in particular. They were to blame for the Reaper's current state, their cunning trap having restrained the Exiled One, at least for the moment. This day, Skarbrand had deigned to wander alone without the company of his blood host. And he was glad for it too-- even if these were ancient magics, no general wanted to flail about ensnared before his army.

Or a stranger. It was hard to miss the shock of red hair that was suddenly there, when it wasn't before. Skarbrand gave a growl, then sniffed, then gave another growl. Not an elf, but that hardly made them anymore welcome.

" What are you staring at?"

He almost called them mortal, but that's not what they were. Skarbrand could smell the magic, see through the glamour, and spotted the antlers atop their head.

" Is this your snare? Do you mean to make a meal of me?" The daemon snorted, grimacing. " You are welcome to try."

A small smile lay upon the fae’s lips as he examined the creature a short distance away. He paced about leisurely with his hands behind his back, almost amused by the writhing beast before him. It seemed he cared very little of the danger he was leering towards. In fact, he didn’t believe there was any danger to begin with. He was more than confident in his own ability, and this hulking monster was so obviously wounded and trapped. That was why he was here in the first place.

The scent of blood, human or not, drew Leondas in like a fly to honey. And yet he found himself chuckling at the demon’s growl. ❝ You are a bit too large for even my appetite. ❞ he murmured half to himself.

❝ Alas, this was not my doing. Though I must commend your capturer. Even I would not attempt to catch quarry of your size. ❞

A toothy grin peeled across his fair features. Foolish to be mocking such a beast. But he couldn’t help but flaunt his own freedom before the snared demon. That being said, he was not entirely cruel. He would at least offer his help, though a part of him doubted the other would take it.

❝ Would you like some assistance? ❞

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