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mellowwillowy · 6 months

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I NEED TO TELL A YANDERE BLOG ABOUT THIS NSFW HEADCANON I HAVE-

Imagine a yandere that bought one of those super high quality sex dolls and dresses it up as you with stolen clothes and puts a wig on to match your hair color, etc, used it constantly calling out your name, etc

Also imagine you finDING IT- oml

- ☀️anon

☀️ nonnie you beeg brained :D

ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ-ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴏʟʟ? (ɢɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

♥ warnings — general yandere warnings, reader is a dom? and yan is a subby... doll and yan wears lingerie, degradations toward yan, sub-dom, worship - Master play, slapping and mention of sounding.

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕, ʙʟᴜᴇ

By just dressing this silicone doll in the correct wig, outfits, and makeup and dousing it with perfume, he gets to practice all his fantasies on it. It almost looks like you now, especially with how accurately it's dressed since it is indeed your clothes that he stole. He does enjoy dressing it up with the type of outfits you wouldn't usually wear.

All is great but not the best.

Why? It's not you after all. It's just some silly expensive doll that is dressed to look like you to satiate his needs. Nonetheless, what's better than 0? 1. And that is this doll, a 1/100.

It's mostly used for menial stuffs such as a morning bed buddy, a company for breakfast and a company for when he's sat in front of the computer for a long time, alone.

But when night falls?

"Fuck–, be good." He grunts as he slams his cock into the doll, mindlessly calling out your name like some sort of prayer, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The doll is totally abused by him every night, dressed in countless themed outfits.

"Yeah, yeah, gonna cum, gonna paint you white from the inside fuck-!"

His pace grows erratic, breath raggier and tongue lolling out like a dog. He's already on cloud nine over a doll, what will it be if he's fucking the real deal instead?

"Ah- fuck, gonna cum-!"

The sound of beeping suddenly rings, cutting his panting in half as his eyes are trained toward the door.

Beep. Clack.

"Hey Blue, brought ya' the goods.... s...?"

Your eyes go up and down. Him, naked with a doll beneath him, his cock buried inside the doll, shielding your eyes from it. Hand tugging on the wig of your hairstyle and the clothes you thought you had somehow lost lying on the floor, not to mention the whole room smells like you!

"Uhh... am I supposed to... knock or ring the doorbell from now on?" You motion toward the door as you try to avert your gaze toward somewhere else. Ah yes, the framed photo of you two looks good on the cabinet.

"Wa-wait, wait, don't, I mean, stay! I mean, go-! Arghh..." Blue stutters as he pulls out, his hardened cock now on display for you to see. So he is a grower...?

"Listen, I mean, fuck, look anywhere but me!" Blush creeps into his face as he wraps the blanket around his waist, striding toward you in panic.

"I got ya' the lemonade and uh..." You fail. Your eyes are just a pair of curious souls, looking at how his bulge is seen poking through the blanket.

"... shitfuck. Never knew ya' a grower"

"This is no time for joke..."

"You want the awkwardness to die down or nah pal?"

Blue stays silent for a moment before crouching down in annoyance. He should have just chainlocked the damn door today!

"Been wondering why I've been missing some of my clothes and undies, ya' into stealing or just broke?"

His cock is supposed to be limp by now but it's not. It's twitching from your last words. What has gotten into his head?

"And that lingerie? Oo... never knew yer' a kinky one." Your foot nudges his shin before his bulging cock, giving it a rub. Blue shudders from the contact, falling backward on the butt while the blanket slips from his waist, revealing his aching cock that is leaking precum.

"Fucking masochistic aren't ya?"

You straddle him as you place the plastic bag down onto the floor, knee pressed against his bulge while your tongue licks his sweat from his face, hand slowly taking the glasses off his face, is this prescribed spectacle?

"My pretty boy."

You walk toward the bed and sit on it, your eyes trained on the naked doll, it looks almost like you, thumbs up for him for sure. You beckon him closer with your finger, and so he does.

"Would love to see you dressed in lingerie instead, come on, do a favor for me yeah doll?"

Blue gulps as he nods, slowly undressing the doll before wearing it himself, the size doesn't really fit him but it's manageable. His cock twitches every now and then as you watch his figure.

"Lovely, isn't it?"

"U-unh..."

"Did you pick this lingerie while thinking how it'll look like if it's wrapped around my body? How the color will suit me... how easy the access would be for you to just..." You sandwich his cock with your feet, rubbing it up and down, "feel me like I'm doing to you right now?"

Blue shakes as he moans out, his knees slowly turning into jellies. He needs you, to feel you all over. And so he pleads, "Please..."

You raise your eyebrows, "Please what?"

"Please... do me... yeah?"

You smack his cock with your foot, "Is that how you are supposed to talk to your Master?"

Blue gulps before kneeling down, his lip moving to your foot pressing kisses on it while occasionally licking it, "Please, Master." You try your best to bite your excitement back, eyes swirling in lust as you focus on the lovesick mutt in front of you. You'll collar him later but for now, he is your doll, yours to toy with just like how he's been toying with this doll.

"Come," You pat your thigh, "Let me feel that cheek of yours."

Blue nods and brings his face closer to yours, you can feel his breath fanning you. Your finger pokes his cheek before it turns into a palm that feels his cheek, hard. You slap him.

"Be good, else I'll fucking squeeze a pipe down your cock."

Blue shivers from the idea of sounding. That would totally feel so good, right? His cock starts leaking even more pre-cum, spoiling your thigh with the white liquid.

"Fucking mutt in heat. Why not rut yourself with my thighs?"

It only takes that for Blue to raise your legs by the ankles, his cock in between your thighs as he ruts himself in and out, panting like a dog in heat. You pinch him in response to his action, too bad you couldn't reach his nipple.

"Fucking slut." You rip the lacy lingerie as you claw him, nails digging into his hips, "Gonna fucking chew your cock off later until it's minced."

Blue's cock twitches again from your words, pace even more erratic now. "Please do so!" He is close, you can see it. But he knows better than to come before you allow him to first. "Please, please, please, lemme cum? Need one out so bad, hurts so much."

"Ah? Do I look like I care?" You scowl at him for pulling one of your legs away from him, kicking him by his shoulder, "Fucking mutt, go hold that until your balls are as good as blue and I wouldn't even care."

Blue whimpers at your words but his excitement only grows even more, it only pushes him even further from his limit.

"Please, please, please I beg you. Please..." He begs as he rubs his face against your foot, peppering it with kisses and licks, "Please let me come, just one word I'm all done, please..."

You sneer at him before kicking his face lightly, "Give me a twirl."

He twirls. "Show me how needy your cock is." He shows it to you, lifting the veil for a clearer view. "A striptease for me." He strips, eyes never leaving yours until you suddenly jerk him off, "Good boy... come on." You rub him even faster, his hip bucking toward you for a better angle, "Come, my pretty doll."

Rope of cum soils your feet not afterward, your name rings in the room as he pants, trying to grasp reality after how cum-dazed he was. You rub your spoiled feet against his pelvis, soiling it with his cum as well.

"Come," You open your arms wide for him to dive his face into your neck. You kiss his ear as you caress his hair, muttering praises at him.

"Wanna try the real deal now?"

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kenslilove · 8 months

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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ BEEG BEEFY MEN—

A.N. this is a repost (wiff some much needed editing) from my old blog, plus i added in mister souf terano and mister miguel o'hara <33 they deserve to be in a post all about the biggest n the beefiest <3

FT. Bokuto, Taiju, Tengen, Toji, Osamu, Draken, South, Miguel

W. nsfw, MINORS DNI, fem bodied reader, size kink, manhandling, ptv, d/s dynamics, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging, implied age gap for toji’s part, mentions of creampie, slight exhibitionism for Osamu, drool, cute pet names like baby, princess, etc, titles used: daddy, papa, sir, papi

Bokuto:

Bokuto who works out 6 days a week and still runs on the 7th 😔 he’s always working on his muscles, making sure he’s physically fit and always up to par for volleyball. Iwaizumi keeps him on a strict workout regime and he doesn’t mind that, considering it shows results and makes him feel good. You honestly don’t mind the schedule either, because you get to watch him pump bars over his head, muscles contracting and rippling, sweat dripping in beads along his toned chest. He’s a god really, with a build like that, and your eyes can’t help but stayed glued to him. It’s only when he clears his throat that you realize you’ve been caught, cheeks suddenly starting to burn as you snap your eyes away from his abs and up to his face. That smug look of his doesn’t help your embarrassment, making you bite your lip sheepishly. “Enjoyin the view, birdy?” He asks through a grin, and you don’t bother lying, you’ve been caught away so you nod, heart doing a little flip in your chest when he holds a hand out to you. You don’t hesitate to go to his side, allowing his hand to guide your own over the plane of his abs. Your fingertips trace the defined muscles there, despite how they still contract and sweat and you sigh softly, pupils basically in little heart shapes when you look back up at him. “You look so good, Koutarou….”

He’s got you laid out flat on his workout bench, clothes were haphazardly thrown across the padded flooring. Your slips hang open in a silent cry as he looms over you again, chest pressed right up to your back as his cock bullies its way to the hilt back into your gummy walls. His groan right next to your ear is almost overwhelming, his body swallowing you up and taking over all your senses as his hips hump up against your ass, pushing and pulling his cock shallowly in and out of you. When you let out a hiccuping sigh against the leather of the bench he chuckles softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Liked bein stuffed like this, huh baby? Wanna be stuffed with cum too, don’t you?” You nod because the words don’t form, becoming lost on your tongue and replaced with whines as soon as Bokuto starts rotating his hips. One thick arm manages to slip underneath you and his palm rests open on your tummy, uncaring of the sweat and slick that makes everything a little messier. “Cum f’me.” His words vibrate against your back, his index finger managing to find your clit to add a steady pressure to the pulsing bud. You would have jolted, but you’re trapped beneath him, so all you can do is let out a shaky sob. “Cum f’papa and I’ll give you exactly what you want~”

Taiju:

Taiju is a busy man, running his successful restaurant was a full-time job that took up a lot of his time. And yet despite this, he always made time for his baby. He’d take you along to special events, and business meetings, but especially to suit fittings. You were the one that made him rekindle his relationship with Mitsuya, knowing that he would be the best person for the job in terms of making a suit that would actually fit Taiju’s size and stature. You claimed you went to talk to Mitsuya, which may have been part of the reason, but Taiju knew why you went along to every fitting. You got to see him almost naked, arms outstretched and shoulder blades contracting as Mitsuya took his proper measurements. He watched you through the full-length mirrors that covered the studio walls. How you’d press your thighs together, squirming in the chair you sat in. How your eyes would get glossy when he’d slip the brand new suit jacket on, testing the fit and how it would look perfect on his frame. The best is when he’d pull the suit pants on for the first time and your eyes were literally glued to his butt, lip bitten between your lips almost swollen. Mitsuya would leave the room as Taiju undressed into his normal clothes, and it’s only then that he’d scoff softly, eyes a bit narrowed as he finally catches your attention. “You’re so obvious.” He states, only making you fiddle with the hem of your skirt a bit more as you try to play innocent. “Staring at me like a piece of meat. Bet your panties are soaked through.”

As soon as the two of you got back to your shared home he’d have you pinned against a wall. If you had it your way you would’ve done it in the car, but Taiju wanted to make you wait and teased you the whole drive. Reminder you that only whores get that hot and bothered so easily, held your thigh in his big hand cause he knew it made you melt seeing how he could so easily grip the fat there. He picked you up at this point, your skirt bunched up at your waist and your panties ripped clean off. His hands gripped harshly to the fat of thighs, holding you up against the wall with nothing but strength as he used the force of gravity to fuck up into you. The slap of his hips was wet from how much you were dribbling, his eyes wide and feral as he watched your head lull back against the wall, a bit of drool leaving your lips that were stuck hung in a silent scream. He grins, lips littering sloppy kisses along your neck, uncaring of the marks he left behind. “Pretty lil dumb thing…” he murmurs, grinding his hips so his cock could thoroughly stir your insides. “This is all you think about, isn’t it? Getting fucked open by my big cock?” That caught your attention, nodding your head as your nails leave crescents into his shoulder. You’re mumbling “yes sir, yes Taiju” as his speed suddenly picks up, loving the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest. “Such a good girl.”

Tengen:

Tengen knows he’s attractive, he has 4 wives who all adore him, of course, he’s attractive. He also knows very that he’s built like a god, with muscles that bulge just right, flex and make him look even better. Sure, he got this way from hard work and dedication, but it helps too that he’s naturally flashy, with a good style and personality to go with his looks. He knows that people watch him, he knows that people flirt with him, and rather openly. Most of his wives have gotten used to this, but you? You’re a little newer, can’t help but be a bit protective and a lil insecure when it comes to your partner. So when you see two women flirting with him at a festival, something like jealousy flames within your belly. You can’t even help the way you get upset, lips twisting into a pout. It’s when one of the random women has the audacity to put her hand onto his bicep, giving it a squeeze that you lose it. You cling onto him, basically prying him away from their grimy hands and sending them a death glare in the process. The girls got the memo instantly, slinking away with grumbles and pouts of their own. To make matters worse Tengen is oblivious to it all. He was used to this, people hitting on him, but you acting like this? “What’s wrong?” He asks, the amusement in his tone only making you ten times angrier. Rather than explaining yourself you flip him off, an action that only fuels him further to get an answer out of you.

Your back is trembling up against his chest, his fingers so lazily petting at your clit driving you absolutely wild but you can’t do anything about it. Your hands are trapped behind you between your bodies, bound by the silky material of the cord that usually holds his robe together. His cock somehow looks even bigger right now, stuffed within your quivering pussy and stretching it open. His base is covered already in a layer of your sheen that’s been steadily leaking out of you and yet he still hasn’t let you cum. You Yelp from the sudden impact of his finger tips against your swollen numb, fat tears finally spilling from your lashes and onto your hot cheeks. “Why would you ever need to be jealous, pretty? Ever?” He questions you again, fingers going back to slowly rolling your clit. You let out a soft sob, head lulling back into his broad chest as you try to buck your hips along his cock, only for his free hand to keep you firmly in place. “Don’t you know I picked you for a reason? Don’t you know I love you so, so much that I wanted you and only you to join me and the girls in our marriage?” His voice lowers as you start to flutter around his cock again, and his fingers start to speed up, finally. “Won’t ask ya again, tell me, do you know I love you?” You cry out, lips bitten swollen as you tilted your head back enough to meet his gaze. He flashes you a smile, the first one you’ve gotten since the start of this punishment and you whimper, nodding dumbly. “I-I know, I-I know daddy, m’sorry, was bein dumb—“ He shushes you with his lips, finally moving his hips. He bucks them up into you, making your whole body bounce in his lap from the sheer size difference. “Not dumb, never dumb darlin.. ya just forget sometimes…” The knot in your stomach finally snaps as he circles your clit, the squeeze of your pussy making his groan into your open mouth. “Just forget how perfect ya are f’me, that’s all.”

Toji:

Toji, big big Toji who knows very well that most ladies are attracted to him for his size. He likes to go for the little shy ones. The ones that stare at him with innocent eyes, look at him a little longer than they should and always manage to get caught. He’ll send you a wink, sometimes even wave playfully just to get you all the more embarrassed. His favourite type to go for though, as horrible as it is, are the girls his son is always bringing home. It’s a little fucked up, isn’t it? But Toji knows, knows that his son may try his best, but he can’t please a woman like he can, not yet anyway. So as his father, it’s his job to keep Megumi’s girls pleased when he can’t do so himself. He sees it as helping of course, surely the girl will stick with his son longer if she knows she’ll get a treat every time she comes over…

“Skirts shorter than usual…” Toji muses, his eyes lit up in amusement as his fingers brush over the soft pleats found the fabric. His hips are snapping back into your ass again just so your lips hang open, the start of a yelp about to escape had he not shoved the hem of the skirt between your lips. You muffle a whine into the material, fingers curling up against the wall you were currently pressed up against. “Musta wanted me to notice, isn’t that right dollface?” He says between a chuckle, grin getting bigger as he gets a better grip on your hips, making you stick your ass out a bit more and arch your back for him. This angle allows his cock head to smack into your cervix, kissing it with the tip and threatening and to break through. His balls are heavy as they slap against your skin, only adding to the lewd, wet slaps that echo from your cute pussy. He leans closer to your ear, whispering up against the soft flesh when you let out a string of sobs about how you’re gunna cum. “Yea? Gunna cum for daddy are ya?” He laughs when you nod, teeth sinking into your shoulder as one thick hand slides over your hips to tease on your clit, helping you reach your high faster. “Go on, make sure you’re loud enough that your boyfriend knows his daddy is fuckinh you this good.”

Osamu:

Osamu has always been the bulkier of the two twins. His muscles weren’t as lean as Atsumu’, even in their volleyball days. He was built bigger, shoulders more broad, the baby fat on his cheeks remaining longer. Now as an adult his muscles didn’t go away, oh no, he needs them to lift the heavy bags of rice to and from the restaurant, but he has certainly filled out. Shoulders spreading, biceps bulging. A light layer of fat forms over his chest, the muscles underneath just making him look bigger. The tshirts he always wears shows these off, and although he takes no mind to how his body has changed, you certainly have. It makes you drool, when his arms flex as he quickly cuts up vegetables, when he grunts as he lifts a rice bag on his shoulder. The best is when he ties his apron around him, Accentuating just how small his waist still is despite how he’s broadened out. He doesn’t even realize how attractive he is, honestly. You can’t even help yourself when you gawk at him at work, and you certainly can’t help how heat pools between your legs. He starts to really notice when you pout up at him, pretty legs rubbing together in the stool you sit at…

“Couldn’t even wait until we got home.” He’s grumbling his words against your lips, as if he’s not happy to have his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. “Too fuckin spoiled too wait.” He added, his reprimanding turning into a grunt when your nails run through his hair, scratching lightly over his scalp just the way he likes it. He latches onto your lower lip, suckling it like his favourite treat as his big hands grab at your thighs. He tenderly squeezes the flesh he loves before gripping it, easily hauling you up onto the counter top he was previously making food on. He’s thankful you’re wearing a skirt today, because all it takes is one good tug and your panties are ripped clean off, exposing your dampened lower lips to him and making goosebumps rise on your lips. He clicks his tongue when you start to complain about how those were your favourite pair, one of his palms pressing into your tummy to easily push you back into the cold countertop. “Quit yer bitchin, I’ll get a new pair.” You were about to shoot back, but all your words get lost on your tongue when he spits onto your pussy, two thick fingers locked in and rubbing on your clit. A smirk twitches on his lips, shaking his head as he watches just how easily you come undone for him. He presses a kiss to your hip bone. “That’s it, be a good girl and take what you want, gunna fuck ya real good.”

Draken:

we all know I could go on for hours about draken 😔 I mean do you blame me? He’s huge, the biggest of all his friends in both height and build. He’s always been naturally big, the width of his shoulders sometimes making it hard for him to find proper attire that fits him comfortably. Hence why he settles for tank tops a lot, gives him more space to breath. Would never admit it out loud but he 100% is very aware when you’re checking him out and he LOVES it. Draken doesn’t like to flaunt himself but when you do it it’s different. Makes his cheeks heat up a bit and his cock twitch knowing how damn lucky he is to have someone as pretty as you obessed with him like that. So he’ll let you stare, whether it be while he’s working at the shop, working out, or simply when the two of you are out. He’ll let your eyes linger on him, sometimes he’ll even flex on purpose, holding back laughter when you suck in a sharper breath. He will tease you about it, sometimes of course cause he can’t even help himself. He’ll turn and smirk at you, “like what you see, princess?” Or “my eyes are up here, goofy.” But comments like that always leave you in a huff and he’ll have to chase you after to make up for it. Which is fine, but sometimes, he lets you linger, lets you really stare and get yourself worked up, cause that’s when you’ll pounce him. You have such little patience, and it’s so so amusing to your big boyfriend when you try to drag his ass around to get what you desire from him.

As soon as the two of you had returned home from your date you had dragged Draken to the couch, not even bothering to bring him to the bedroom because it had been far too long and you were craving him already. He had worn that tank top you love so much, with the low-cut arm holes that show off his toned sides and arms. You just couldn’t take it. You needed to have him. Which is how you ended up straddling his lap, needy whines leaving your lips as your fingers desperately tried to unbuckle his belt, simply settling for pawing at his crotch when you couldn’t seem to get it. He’s grinning, holding back little strings of laughter. “Eager huh?” Normally you would have snapped back at a comment like that, but when his fingers finally freed his cock, you simply sighed in contentment, licking your lips at how it stood at attention, leaking so pretty just for you to sit on. You had already discarded your bottoms, lifting yourself on your hunches and easing yourself easily onto his cock. The stretch was always mind-numbing, back arching and goosebumps forming on your thighs as you slowly worked your way over him. The little whimpers, whines, needy noises you made was a melody to Draken’s ears, his hands massaging the supple skin of your thighs as you moved at your own pace. He groaned softly when your pussy started to flutter around him already, your walls being stubborn as usual when first taking him in. “Fuck—“ he gritted out, pupils dilating when you looked at him with teary eyes, lips puffy as you huffed. “Help me, Ken, want all of you.” His hands slid from your thighs to your waist, bearing his teeth in an amused grin as he lifted you up with ease, just enough that his head sat between your walls. He didn’t hesitate when he slammed you back down on his cock, sheathing all the way on his cock, the knock of it up against your cervix making your breath leave you in a gasp. He doesn’t let up from there, using the bruising grip he has on your love handles to bounce you up and down on his cock. “So. Fucking. Needy— and you can’t even take what you want on your own? Really are just a dumb lil baby aren’t you, princess?” You’re sobbing from the brutal pace, head lulling onto his shoulder as he bounces you like you’re nothing. And to him, it’s a simple task, the pleasure of the pretty tight walls milking his cock only making it easier for him to manhandle you. “Fuck—“ he grins, planting his feet so his hips can fuck up into you, further jolting you along his cock. “You just sit pretty, daddy will do all the work—“

Miguel:

Oh Miguel. Mister broody, frustrated Miguel. This man is constantly under pressure, believing he’s carrying the weight of the spiderverse on his shoulders. And ofc he’s doing good (most of the time), but due to his tormented nature Miguel constantly has a weight on his already enormous shoulders. Sometimes he works it off with physical work outs, but his absolute favourite stress reliever is you and your pretty little body. He easy looms over you, has you pinned up against his monitor with both hands planted on it. He reminds Lyla that he’s about to be very busy, and the AI actually can’t help but feel a little bad for you because with all that tension and that 6’9 body…

“M-Miguel!” You squeak, the sound being easily drowned out by the sound of squelching. The wet slaps are emitting from your pussy, that Miguel still hasn’t been able to fit into. He’s worked four orgasms out of you already, two with his fingers and two with his mouth, and yet his cock still gets stuck in your tight, wet walls. He growls low in his throat, sharpened nails popping from his finger tips as he grips your hip even tighter, his other hand hoisting your pudgy thigh up even higher in an attempt at getting a better angle. “Cmon amor, lemme in, hm? Quit being so shy.” His tone is condescending and bordering stern as his hips buck again, another inch or two pushing past tight muscles and making your body jolt in the process. Tears sit fat in your lashes as you look over at him over your shoulder, lower lip wobbling and cheeks a bit bloated in a pout. “S’too big— s’not gunna fit—“ sympathy crosses his features only a moment. You were his baby after all, and despite how horribly he wanted to feel the fluttering of your walls around his whole cock, he also knew just how large he was, and how it wasn’t just a mere stretch. He was practically splitting you open. He bends, chest pressed right up against your back, and he coos against your lips, letting you peck and whimper against the soft flesh. “I know amor, I know corazoncito.. it’s so big.” He grips your jaw, pressing a kiss thats more firm against your lips as a means of grounding you. “But you’re gonna take it, hm? You’re gonna take the whole thing, because daddy’s telling you too.”

South:

MISTER SOUTH 7 FEET TALL TERANO‼️ oh this man is huge in every sense of the word. Bulging muscles, thick veins, huge calves. This man has to get his dress pants custom tailored to fit his legs I just know it! And the same can be said for his piano. We all saw that sketch of South’s room right? He has a grand piano! And baby, he had to get the piano adjusted slightly bc when he sat at it, he didn’t have enough space for his legs!! He’d want to tap down on the peddles and his knees would hit the poor piano! Once it was adjusted though, South played as much as he could. And luckily for him, his pretty little thing loved the sound of his piano just as much as he did. His favourite was when he had you laid across the piano, resting on your side, looking at him with those doe eyes and humming along to whatever tune he played. Yea, how was he supposed to resist?

The sweet melody had turned into something broken, keys slamming and screeching along with your cries of pleasure. “P-Papi!” South’s eyes were lit up with desire, thick hands holding your thighs up and leaving them trembling in the air. South wasn’t cornered with the way your ass was pressing into the keys, he was much more concerned with the way your sweet cunt looked swollen, stretched and splitting as he sheathed his cock within it for the nth time. His dick was coated in your milky white essence, a hefty ring of white frothing at his base and leaky onto the piano keys. Surely it would leave a puddle behind, one that dripped down sleek white keys and onto the black glossy piano legs. South made sure somewhere deep in his pleasure-filled mind he’d remember to take a picture of it. “Gata~” he purrs himself, easily manhandling over thighs over his shoulders. Your legs dangled there, only jolting with the force of his hips slapping up against your ass cheeks. “Taking Papi so well, Porra.. I’ll never get used to how perfect this cunt is, bela menina.” You nod and squeal in response because words can’t seem to form in your mind right now. No no, all you can think of right now is the sweet sting of his length stretching you open much past your limits. He leans down and peppers kisses along your sweet, hardened nipples, while his pace never lets up. He needs to have you squirting all over him and the piano. “Make a mess, pequeno amor, cmon, fazer uma bagunça…” His voice rumbles throughout your chest, and you don’t even realize you’ve reached the peek of euphoria until you soak his abs and the keys in your arousal <33

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nyashykyunnie · 8 months

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AU where Sung Jinwoo is a snek Brainrot!!!

[tw: snek imagery pls do not read if u have extreme phobia of snakes tyvm

I recently finished a manhwa titled 'Cold-Blooded beast' and I immediately thought of Jinwoo as a lil black snakey. ik the fandom eatablished him as a black kitty but **slaps u** i make the rules here hMPH/jk

He's this gentle lil critter you came across in the petshop and bought him home cuz ynot livelaughlove

and then suprise he turns into human, very hawt daddy human beeg daddy abs and battle scars hahahahahahahahah.

Jinwoo is embarrassed of himself and therefore yeets back into lil smol snakey

He likes crawling around you and doing snakey things His usual size is a normal hand held snek but he's actually way bigger than what he is. He beeg boi

Ofc, as a snek he is quite the princess attitude if hes not always snobbing u. He will physically recoil if u dare feed him actual snek food(new trauma unlocked for the shadow monarch: bugs)

hes also more touchier as a snek. Like cuddles and all and using his lil tongue to kith ur lips and u shrug it off as platonic chuchus.

But slowly the relationship became more and more romantic because wooohooo ynot

Little did u know, the shadow monarch Jinwoo has travelled through many universes just to find you, his beloved that he had lost.

but anyway livelaughlove lil snek woowoo now

#sung jinwoo #solo leveling #sung jin woo #solo leveling headcanons #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo hcs #sung jinwoo headcanons #sung jinwoo x gn reader

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inkyquince · 6 days

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kiss! excited for you about the tattoo!

also you should talk about your hyperfixation actually 👀 (if you'd like akahakna)

okay so tattoo under cut and then shall be deleted cuz ew thats me, but im so happy with it and its healing really well. kissing ur head @pip-n-chips (sidenote, the void stares back is my handle on discord and i fuckin pissed myself in surrpise)

But who cares because hyperfixation teehee. i got another ask like this so im splitting my bEEG ideas and leaving one out because im fully on page 3 of writing young bruce wayne fuck boy anyway.

for you? for my pip pip cheerio?

BAD brain rot about Red Hood. Of course, mans is hot and depressed, he's my favourite emo boy.

cw. noncon turned dubcon. pseudo-incest but jason and reader aren't blood related. dacryphilia, mentions of blood, tho its ambiguous. VERY DARK AND NARSTY JASON TODD. Usual batfamily depression. Also, yknow, references to Death In The Family.

But as per usual I have to think my little awful thoughts. Where Jason is fully still in his revenge phase, but it warps. Bruce has let him down repeatedly before it hits him that he's let all of othem down repeatedly. Except for one. You, the bloodspare to Damien, the bloodheir, who never was a Robin, never spread your wings. Stayed home, stayed safe and stayed the softest spot in Batman's side. The one person who'd never leave because you didn't set yourself up for that. Even though you were older than Damien by quite a bit, you had seen every single iteration of Robin come and go, they all knew that Damien stood to inherit the mantle, which was what Bruce truly cared about. But you laughed at the jokes about Damien usurping your role as sole inheritor. And you loved your little brother. And you were loved. As the playboy's sweetest kid, by all of his brothers.

When he was Jason Todd, the boy wonder, the Robin, he loved you. But he wasn't that anymore. And he wanted to hurt the man that left him for dead, by hurting the one person his father could see nothing but goodness in, the one he thought of when he stuck by his moral codes even at the death of his sons. He was Red Hood now. He had blood on his hands.

And fuck, he still loved you.

He loved you as a boy, and as a man, his love took on a salty tinge. Sweat on his tongue, as he dragged it up the back of your neck, to your ear as you squirmed inbetween his forearms, pressed against the floor on your belly. Sweet, simple you. Who'd have gone anywhere for him, with one text. And now, you're here, with his cock sheathed fully into your hole, his mask tilted so that his mouth was exposed. Just so he could bite. And lick. And taste. Despite the saltiness, your tears tasted sweet. You whined for your brother to stop, your cheek pressed against the cold concrete floor, and Jason wondered if you knew that this was close to the place he died, wondered if Bruce told you, wondered if he could ever tell you that he was hurting Batman, hurting Bruce, not you.

So he tucks his fingers into your mouth, letting you taste the metal and blood of his digits, and continues to ruin your virgin hole, spreading you more than your sweet hand ever could before.

Worst of all, the part of him that should feel guilty... Doesn't. At least not after you cum all over yourself and the floor, thighs shaking with his own legs spreading them. Got a front row seat to the most beautiful show on earth and the sounds you made? Slipping from begging your brother, to stop, to slow down, to ease up, to whining and groaning. Then weakly grinding against him, stuffing yourself with the rest of his cock. Whispering for Jason, for Red Hood, to continue, to not stop.

He'd take it all. Your virginity, your first kiss, all the work that Bruce had put in to keep you safe, to keep you isolated from the world until it was safe, but he failed. He failed Jason and now he failed you. No signal would draw him near to save either of his children from what was happening, and wouldn't stop the two of you desperately rutting against each other, Red Hood holding you down by your throat just so you wouldn't be able to wriggle away when he finally cum inside of you.

AnyWAY, tattoo under cut, love u pippy.

:P too late, but it's cool tho

#dark jason todd #nsft #quincewrites #pip the beloved #dark red hood #teehee #ask

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saetoshis · 2 years

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BEEG ZADDY HAGANEZUKA who splits you up for the first time; you can't believe his size when he finally tucks his cock out of his pants, all thick and veiny, visibly pulsating and ACHING to get inside you. Grabs you by the hips and digs his nails into your hips trying to hold himself back so that he doesn't break you — the tip could barely fit inside you, almost even made you cum, but fuck does he wanna feel your walls snuggling against his shaft whole. Has to go slowly, pulling almost out and sinking back in slowly until your pussy adopts the shape of his cock, making it easier to slide in — for him to eventually be able to pound into you. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

CHERRY GOINFD THE FUCK OFF ELTS GOOOO?3)3$;): no bc ur so right. everything u say is truth.

cw: fem!reader, size kink, praise, nipple play, mentions of creampie, fem-gendered nicknames [good girl]

haganezuka who mutters filthy little comments of ‘c’mon baby, little more for me… there ya go, atta fuckin’ girl…’ when you struggle to slip down on his cock, and he can’t help but think your whined gasps from just the tip inside are so cute.

haganezuka who lets you bounce and grind slowly, an amused smirk on his face as he watches you struggle and writhe in his lap. but it doesn’t take long until he’s gripping your waist and rutting his hips up into yours.

haganezuka who toys with your nipples and lets his tongue drag around in your mouth to distract you, the throbbing pressure in your gut burgeoning with every wet smack. he’ll mutter out praises on your lips, ‘good girl baby, look at you takin’ it all…’ just to hear you moan a little louder for him.

haganezuka who plays with your clit and latches his mouth onto your nipple, his mind greedily focused on making you shudder and cum all over his cock. and when you do, he’s groaning and telling you how much he promises to fill you up with a nice load of cum as a reward for all your hard work.

#have this lik drabble EHEHEHFHBSGBW #I GWHFHWB?;)2$(!3 #I LOVE U SM FOR THIS ASK #[‹ moshi’s favs : cherry ›]#[‹ moshi : moshi? ›]#[‹ moshi : thirsts ›]

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sr-sam-bodypillow · 3 months

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Dnd but kaif is the bard that fucks everything and stan is the dragon. Or the other way around. Who knows

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS...

admittedly my knowledge of dnd is limited so i just. made shit up. but i dont really care. this one is long lol

tw: inhuman biology (beeg dragon dick), possessive behaviour, biting/marking, utterly obscene amounts of cum. like oh my god

kaif is a travelling adventurer, moving from town to town and doing what odd jobs he can to make a living. also he fucks a lot (which is usually why he has to leave town lol)

eventually, he ends up in a small farming village on the outskirts of a massive forest

the villagers tell him about a massive deep purple dragon with obsidian scales who's been tormenting their village for years, and urges him to go up to the mountains in the forest to take the dragon on

kaif doesnt really believe that there's a dragon here- after all, the adventurers guilds of the region would've surely caught wind by now and sent someone out to deal with it. so he agrees

he eventually does get up there, and promptly falls headfirst into one of the caves

he finds himself in a massive MASSIVE hoard of gems, gold and other valuables along side dragon scales that seem to have been shed and realises he's fucked up

stan, the gigantic purple dragon, instantly comes rushing over to inspect the intruder in his lair

kaif panics. and flirts. he does that a lot.

stan flirts back briefly, his voice sending tremors through the ground as he does. so kaif does what he does best! he continues to flirt

stan vanishes, something that confuses kaif, although he quickly reappears, scrambling over the piles of gold.

he's turned himself into a more humanoid form, with long brown hair and sparkling purple eyes, although quite a few dragon-like traits remain, such as his long tail (with scales along his spine), claws, and large black curling horns that frame his face, and a very long tongue.

he's also completely fucking naked. and REALLY horny, already erect and leaking precum.

unbeknownst to kaif, the only reason why stan has been "terrifying" the village was because he was lonely. he hasn't had anyone to talk to in centuries.

additionally, most dragons his age have found their mates by now- he's been completely alone, and he's been very pent up, frustrated, and horny.

dragon sex toys aren't really a thing, and there aren't any that can help him too much in his human form because he's a very very needy boy. to top it all off, he can never get rid of his claws, and he's big enough that it's very hard to jack off with them. there's an embarrassingly large amount of pillows in his secondary nest that he's had to throw out because he destroyed them by humping them.

so for kaif to stumble in, and begin to flirt with him, and enthusiastically consent? it's like a fucking dream come true

he basically fucking pounces onto the man, dragging him away to his nest filled with pillows and blankets, purring (dragons purr now) and panting heavily as he tears the clothing off of him

stan also probably casts a casual aphrodisiac spell on kaif. it's more for kaif's benefit than his, because, well. stan is a slutty pent up twink dragon who hasn't had sex in centuries. they're going to be there for a while.

kaif is absolutely into this, and he kisses stan and toys with his nipples a bit too. stan absolutely loves it, because again, claws are not very conducive for masturbating, so kaif gets to touch stan all over and watch how he squirms

stan doesn't want to rail kaif- not just yet.

instead, he tears off his pants and licks kaif's cock a few times just to make sure he's ready, before sliding kaif inside of him

he rides kaif until the man sees stars

stan is the tightest kaif's ever had, and the way he moves and moans on top of him whilst staring at him with those beautiful fucking eyes drives him insane

he cums quite a lot. the aphrodisiac spell keeps him going and stan doesn't stop because he wants more and more of kaif's cum to fill him up

eventually, stan does pull off. the spell is still in affect, and stan flips kaif over effortlessly so that he's lying on his belly

by this point, kaif is basically being used as a fucktoy, but he absolutely loves it

stan uses his massive tongue to stretch kaif out and get him ready. the feeling of having a tongue so deep inside of him is incredibly alien, but kaif's not complaining as he cums all over the pillows, moaning brokenly as he's unable to feel anything else but the incredibly overwhelming pleasure

tears are rolling down his face as he babbles mindlessly, eyes foggy and mouth slightly ajar. stan thinks it's beautiful

stan lines up his huge dragon cock with kaif's entrance, before slowly thrusting in

despite the fact that something of this size should probably tear him apart (for fucks sake, it's nearly the length of his arm and thick enough that he needs both hands to hold it) it slides in effortlessly, its inhuman shape and ridges hitting all of the right places inside of kaif. there's a noticable bulge in his stomach where it rests

if kaif was broken before, he's absolutely gone now. he's in a pure state of bliss, unable to think, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he lets stan have his way with him

stan's pace starts out slow, but quickly speeds up as he loses himself too, breeding kaif with rapid animalistic thrusts

kaif shudders with every single thrust, overstimulation numbing his mind. he swears he passes out a few times with the sheer force of the orgasms he's experiencing, but time has all melted together so he can't tell

at some point stan leans down and bites into his shoulder. kaif makes a sound somewhere inbetween a yelp and a moan, trembling as stan licks the blood from the wound he's just made

it takes hours for stan to come. dragons have a very big libido, after all

when he finally does, he pumps kaif so full it fills his entire stomach, the skin distending as kaif's body struggles to keep it all inside

stan pulls out, watching with glee as his cum gushes out of kaif

kaif's completely passed out by this point, sleeping soundly on the pillows below him.

stan uses his magic to clean kaif up without waking him, before snuggling up next to him

he gently traces the bite mark on kaif's shoulder, and grins. it's absolutely going to scar- and that's just what he wanted

he's a precious, beautiful thing, and one of the best things stan has ever laid his eyes on in his centuries of living. he's perfect. and after all, kaif was the one who wandered into his hoard of his own accord.

and humans can have mate-bonds with dragons, too- it expends their life span to match that of their dragon partner. stan would absolutely love it if kaif stayed forever.

he quickly scampers off to find the most luxurious gold jewlery he has, and adorns kaif with every single piece, making him glitter in the candle light and fully marking him as belonging to stan.

kaif is now a part of stan's hoard, and stan thinks he might just be the crown jewel.

#staif #HUGE dragon dick!#dragon!stan #inhuman biology #monster fucking

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seakicker · 1 year

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juju i need vox to be a lot larger than me and to stroke my hair and call me a good boy. god

vox's official height being 5'10" is a literal national tragedy. an international one, even. making any demon character close to human size should be considered a federal offense... vox deserves a 7'0"+ demonic form with beeg horns, a cute little tail, black sclera, long claws, and a forked tongue. every day i think about 100' tall dragon vox and how he's everything ive ever wanted ong

#no wonder his clan fell smdh #a swift gust of wind would blow over any 5'10" dude #chats

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dyrewrites · 6 months

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Weald and Wen - beeg snip

Outside the tower, Mitra’s core strobed from the interior of a yawning leather sack. And looming above her, in a deep crouch, her brother held a single needle tight in his teeth.

“Map?” He asked and she nodded at a pale white tube of rolled leather sticking from one of the wide pockets. “And oculars? I will not miss so momentous a journey.” Mitra sighed and tapped a metal box that dominated the center of the bag. “And ichor? The Nectar seemed so distraught by what I offered that he may not have noticed the vials I tucked into the carryall.”

Rustling a net bag beside the chest, Mitra flickered at the clink of the gorepitch vials held within it, “ichors is shiny, ans Nectar has make, Parni.”

“I am well aware of his brand, sister. How about the Fyrni cloth? The youngling was so taken by its existence I fear she may not have had the wherewithal to pack it.”

“Alls furs is packed,” she creaked, huffing as he tilted his head at her. She patted a roll of blue-gray fur and he nodded.

“And your provisions,” he asked next, nibbling another needle, “did you pack extra? I am certain there are precious jewels and metals you have yet to devour somewhere in my workshop...”

Another huff, another flash, “Snatched alls Parni’s shiny snacks.”

“Of course you did, of course. Spare coverings then? The youngling nearly tore the moss-woven blouse I,” Mitra stuck her head out of the bag, eyes violet and narrow and Parnamyr pinched his lips, “Yes, right. What of the masks I stitched for them? The spores in the Wen can be,” He winced then as his own mask was lit again by his sister’s violet glare.

“Alls is glimmers ans gloss!” She cracked, flailing her arms out of the sack, “Nots ones scratch alls turn in yous tower, why creak so scuffed now?”

“Sorrow falls in a few pulses,” he ground, “and my scuffed creaking is all that keeps your friends from my teeth.” Then he flared his pin eyes at her and pushed her head back into the bag, “Check. Again.”

“Din’d crag,” She creaked and, after an extra tap on her head, began rechecking the contents of the sack as her brother recited his list for a third time.

Steps away, a silent and distracted Faerai wriggled on a jagged bit of stone while Delgrij braided her tails. The dark browns of her new fur were faded to reds where yellows should have burned and she hated them. It was all wrong and, if Ozma were not still hidden, she would have fled to the graying light of the Darklands to be rid of it.

“You know, sprout, I once braided Naunni’s tails in this style,” Delgrij said, tugging firmer on her fur until she squeaked and glared.

He smirked and she smiled before looking down at her absent shadow, “Papa let Delgrij braid tails?”

“Oh, yes,” he breathed, “there were so many lights we spent alo,” he caught himself, cleared his throat and tried a different tale, “He, well, he braided my vines first and then asked that I braid his tails. I am certain there was a reason for it, but I cannot recall what it, what it was...presently.”

She chuckled at the lie but did not look at him, “da’s nufey make more sense now.”

Leaning to look her into her eyes, their yellows pupils far too pale–yet present–Delgrij smiled as he repeated, “Noo-fay?”

Faerai flicked those eyes away, the blush in her cheeks too visible through her dyed fur, and tried to explain, “Feeling when something is ours and not others?”

“Ah, jealousy, yes, Ozmanei carried plenty of that,” he agreed and, tying off the braid, sighed, “Strange how I did not notice Naunni had more tails than an Auru should.”

“Papa prob’ly Breath-stitched,” Faerai said, her eyes falling on her intricately braided tails. The wide leather strap holding them soured her tongue, as no scent wafted from the pale pinks of its skin, and she stared.

“Is that some type of Fyrni spellwork?” Delgrij asked, dragging her back and she nodded.

“Weavers stitch us into new shapes, to hide from hunters, but takes...much Breath to keep. Breath we are too young to hold,” Her eyes fell to her paws then, their colors wrong, as the rest of her was wrong and her shame added, as we are wrong.

Delgrij ruffled her tan-dyed hair, long pulled from its braids, and said, “I think the color suits you, Faerai.”

And she swooned with the sound of her name on his lips, for a beat, before an idea rose to sing above it. An idea that pushed her lips out and widened her eyes, “Delgrij braid our hair too?”

The laugh coughed from his throat but, trick as he knew it, he could not refuse those eyes. Then, as he gathered the longer fur of her hair and separated it into thick handfuls, something in the feel of it along his bark and the motion as he folded one over the other stole his smile. And, even as it warmed his ichor and washed him in curious longing, it threatened tears.

Tears which spilled as he clipped the leather band at the ends of the complex latticework he had built of her hair. It cascaded well to her tails and she delighted in it, spinning about to watch it dance behind her and more tears spilled from him, quiet and hidden. Before they dried and the nostalgic warmth of them withered in a sudden clank and whir.

The monster’s pale, bark-skin mask twitched with a grin wider than Delgrij’s own face and toppled him, drawing a yelp as he yanked Faerai with.

“Your guide,” the monster purred, opening a gleaming metal hand to reveal a shining black eye. Delgrij shuffled a step away but accepted the offered gadget, requiring both hands to hold it, and the monster’s grin spread, “Tap the top twice, the bottom once and then press each side simultaneously to activate the light. My mire will not lead you astray so long as you remain within the ocular’s glare.”

“Din’d crag!” Mitra screeched, forcing the monster’s grin to wrinkle, “Ages, Parni. Ages we’s carved heres ans yous holds shiny ways rolls round Dreadmire?”

Parnamyr snatched the flashing pebble from the air and rubbed her surface tight against his cheek, closing his eyes and swooning as her glow flared brighter, Who designed and constructed my oculars? He teased her thoughts.

Flickering, she wriggled from his needles, then far from his soft moan and asked, Is did? He remained silent but she knew the answer. She built the devices, as she built all his devices, yet her mind rattled. Memories in draining whisplight and moaning metals tumbled out of her grasp and his knowing smile flickered her darker.

It is such a treat to watch you writhe, his voice slithered, how long has it been since you shattered last, sister, do you even remember?

Mitra worked to steady her core as her violet strobed to white but she flew further from his eyes, his grin. “Craggy in Wen,” She creaked to the confused eyes of Delgrij and Faerai, “ans worse in Sorrowlights. Takes turns to cross...ans Is poofs fors alls ofs gloom.”

“We keep little light shiny,” Faerai promised, marveling at her braids even as she frowned at the touch of the antlers sewn above them.

“As the sprout says; should you burn out we will keep you intact,” Delgrij added, eyes rapt to the ocular as he pressed the indicated buttons and backed from its sudden glare.

Their assurances blushed Mitra pinker, warmer with sensation unknown, unfelt for ages beyond memory and even the sharp grin on her brother’s face could not dim her glee.

Wriggling her bag into a more comfortable spot across her chest, Faerai hefted the monster’s carryall onto her back, teetering beneath its weight. Then Delgrij plucked it from her, shaking his head and shooing her away as she attempted to yank it back. The bag’s strap fit easily over his shoulders and she stared at the thicker bark of his arms beneath his gauzy silks, silks pulled too taut…until a monstrous face interrupted.

Kneeling, and bent further still, the monster presented Faerai with a roll of embroidered fur and eyed the little light as he spoke, “A gift, for a…friend.”

Accepting the fabric with tentative paws, Faerai pinched the wrong angle and yelped as it unfurled, and then she gasped.

Stitched with loving care, and vibrant fur, into the fabric were the figures of twelve Fyrni–not all of whom she recognized. Dominating the group were simple representations of her fathers; Ozmanei bulkier and more purple-hued than her papa’s paintings and Naunni a brighter blue than she remembered, but still familiar, still them. And they stood beneath a jaggedly sewn crystal arch, resembling the walls of her warren…aboveground, surrounded by purple splashes of heartlight made with messy knots of thread, and warm gray trees that could only be Wallows.

Gaping at the monster’s swelling eyes and moist lips, Faerai’s question choked too short, “how?”

Parnamyr bit a moan as the youngling’s terror sang. “There…was a warren,” he breathed, leaning into the sweet sweat beading in her fur. She shuffled from him and he swallowed a giggle, “Abandoned well before I set my sister out in search of answers. But it was near enough for me to explore, to touch...to taste...and I found that tapestry among the debris. Kismet, is it not?” As if the Lady Herself delivered you to me, he added for her alone.

Faerai stifled a gasp at the growing scent of his desire and rolled up the embroidered fur. Then, holding it tight to her chest, her eyes shining, she focused only on the kindness of the gift, “Elleyfen, P–Par…nah…meer.”

But he would not let her escape his desire, instead he pressed it closer–tickling the soft tips of her ears with rough lips–and purred with it, in perfect ladysong, “Fet yin elleyfit feta...parae din.”

His singsong words then twisted to cavernous laughter as Faerai fled to the safety of Delgrij’s arms.

#writeblr #snippet #novel #writing #nonhuman #darkfantasy #weald and wen #ladysong is a language i invented for this story #no it is not complete #but it's enough for fun little bits here and there #also Parnamyr continues to be a creep

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