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#for the trees have no tongues
starrierknight · 6 months
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⇢ ˗ ˏ ˋ ⋆ ✧ ・゚ 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
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wc— 420 (haha) cws/tags— virginity loss, gender neutral reader, fluff
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virgin!satoru who's trying to play it cool, who's trying to keep impressing you, who's doing his best to keep his nerves under wraps.
virgin!satoru who gets so painfully hard when you both makeout and he just can't help but grind against your thigh, just to have some relief as his body thrums with desire.
virgin!satoru who blushes a fantastic shade of bright, cherry red when you ask him if he's got a condom on him; whose hands, that are usually so skilled, fumble with his wallet, pulling out a considerably battered condom that's got the writing worn off (because he's never had a chance to use it before you).
virgin!satoru who laughs nervously—not his usual loud, boisterous laugh but something shy and sweet—when you start to undress each other and you tell him just how gorgeous his body is.
virgin!satoru who is just so sensitive when your hands touch his skin that he squirms, shuddering when your fingertips trace along the curve of his spine, his adonis lines, his fortified chest and plush muscles.
virgin!satoru who is so eager to please, pining for praise and reassurance as he touches you with gentle, tentative hands and asks, "can I touch you here?" , "does this feel good?" , "am I doing this right?"
virgin!satoru who watches in amazement as his shaking fingers, that had only ever known violence, know you as he touches you and sees how your body responds and leans against him.
virgin!satoru who rests his forehead against yours as he slowly, slowly, slowly slips inside you for the very first time, gasping at just how well you take him as he's utterly convinced he was made for you.
virgin!satoru who kisses you sloppily and moans into your mouth as he gets closer to cumming, whining and mumbling praise about how perfect you feel as he questions how he'd ever managed to live without this.
virgin!satoru who cums too quickly and half sobs into your shoulder, whining and whimpering as he keeps thrusting inside you as he fucks himself into overstimulation because he wants you to cum for him as well.
virgin!satoru who's naїvely convinced that you're the one for him as you moan his name as you orgasm, because how could you not be his when you look, taste, sound, feel like this?
satoru who lies beside you in the tangled bedsheets, all drunken smiles and lazy kisses as he holds your body reverently as you ask him, "how d'you feel now?" and all he can reply with is a smug, self-satisfied, "perfect."
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cowardlykrow · 2 months
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Haunted by the horrors
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sunmoontruth-stiles · 12 days
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I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.
#we follow Derek from New York. Laura left for beacon hills. it’s been six years since he was back but he hasn’t heard from her#and hes going stir crazy waiting. he packs up and travels back. it’s almost too much immediately. he still can’t get a hold of Laura#he can’t resist going home. it’s like a natural pull that guides him back. all at once he’s 16 again. staring at the wreckage of his life#deputy stilinski is sherrif now. it’s reassuring in the slightest that the police force seems to have moved on from how corrupt it was#he catches her scent and it’s putrid. bile catches in his throat. he seeks it out. still in denial to what he knows it means.#when he finds Laura it’s like the world ends all over again. he can’t stand to see her like this. he gives her a proper burial.#the best he can do at least#he visits Peter. he’s not the man Derek remembers- so full of fire and cunning. their relationship may have been strained at times.#often Derek felt more like Eve being swayed by the snake than a normal friendship#but this isn’t the sharp tongued uncle who guided him. this is a broken shell. all that remained of his family. he was so lost.#22 but he barely knew how to function without his family- his pack paving the way#Laura handled everything. she got the apartment. she made sure they had food. Derek looks back and feels so useless#he was so lost in his grief. Laura must of felt the same way but she never let them drown in it#she made sure he got his GED. even got him to enroll in community college classes.#he took them online. he never was able to warm up to people the same way. he used to be so full of life. now he just wanted to be left alone#he studied English. never finished his degree. doesn’t look like he ever will now. he can’t go back to Laura and his shared home.#can’t bare to see another shell of a home#he vents to the vacant audience of Peter and his cold fixed eyes#Derek leaves. he wants to promise he’ll return soon#but promises feel costly these days#he decides to go back to the reserve. maybe he can find some clue as to what happened to Laura#someone lured her here. someone who knew them and their history here#his mind went to the worst. Kate. why would she go through the trouble six years later. why wait so long.#Derek couldn’t stomach the thought of facing her. he focused on the woods. the scents were all over the place.#clearly multiple people had been through here recently. two scents were much stronger. Derek follows them#but when he hears the crunch of leaves he realizes why the scents are so strong. they’re still here#he ducks behind some trees. listening in on their conversation. but an echo of their scent catches his attention#he spots an inhaler on the ground. he puts two and two together and swipes it from the leaves.#he comes out once they’re closer. tossing over the inhaler- he figures they’ll leave. dumb kids messing around in the woods#he reminds them this is private property. though that may not be true anymore. he recognizes the scent of a new beta. interesting.
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firstmatedville · 3 months
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fresh tattoo on my leg feels exactly how it felt to scrape my knee as a kid, a sensation I didn't realise I had gone so long without and didn't know it was possible to miss. there's a poem in there somewhere for sure
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grumpy-beast · 1 year
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A Lord X outfit design that’s supposed to go alongside my homie @disnuggetsartblog’s Santa Majin design.
I kept the typical Slaybell design for X, only making a few tweaks to it, and created an addition to it: the Krampus form. Krampus X is based on Lord X’s early 2020 “satanic/demonic” form he takes in the original Sonic PC Port game. Note that it’s just X’s way of mocking religion. He is still a goofy alien.
If you want to use/draw the design, go ahead! Just credit me please!
Oh yeah… [GORE WARNING BELOW]
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sunshineram · 10 months
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also loki says hi :)
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gennianydots · 1 year
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YOU ARE TWO FOR TWO GMMTV ON OUR SKYY 2 COUPLES MAKING OUT IN THE WOODS
Example 1: PondPhuwin
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Example 2: JoongDunk
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so tell me…will my eclipse blorbos get to make out in the woods next week?
🥺👉🏼👈🏼
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nero-neptune · 9 months
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it's not even in the same ballpark as "turning into your parents", but a truly overlooked part of growing up is hearing sound effects your mother makes exit your mouth without warning
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ybcpatrick · 2 years
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what do u think mania would taste like… and also soul punk
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mania would probably taste like taro milk tea w boba in it and soul punk would probably taste like jolly ranchers. i do not have any taste related synesthesia this is purely vibe based
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markrothkono61 · 1 year
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in shambles over poem
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starrierknight · 7 months
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⇢ ˗ ˏ ˋ ⋆ ✧ ・゚ 𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
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wc— 220
cws/tags— AFAB reader, oral (reader receiving), praise, cumming untouched
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service!sub!suguru who always, always, always is there to help relieve your stress. you come home after such a long day, worn to the bone, and you sit down on the couch. he hears you come inside, of course, and he (unprompted) kneels before you between your legs to ask what he can do for you to help you unwind. darling suguru who kisses your thighs while murmuring praise to you: "you're so beautiful" , "you always work so hard, I don't know how you do it" , "I just wanna make you feel good"... and so he does.
run your fingers through his hair as he nestles between your thighs, his eager tongue lapping at your cunt and sucking on your clit as you fuck his mouth, using him to relieve all that built up tension. the sweet thing just can't help but moan into your pussy as he sucks on your clit, sending vibrations straight up your spine and making your toes curl.
suguru who just loves and adores what he can do for you—who wants to do anything he can to make you feel good. so this? having his mouth used to get yourself off? heaven. he cums in his briefs before you even manage to finish, just from the pure elation of being used by you.
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regularshcw · 2 months
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happy sinday heres em's tongue
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louderfade · 4 months
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A BRIEF HISTORY OF YOUR TERRIBLE SITUATION FOLLOWED BY THE FACTS AS THEY CURRENTLY STAND (AGAINST YOU)
the doctor hands you some educational literature detailing the history of the highly effective emotional treatment programs currently enjoyed by citizens today. the story begins with the breakthrough partnership of psychiatry and business, resulting in all variety of for-profit psychiatric products. (god bless the free market.) this vastly increased access to SSRIs, as the industry leaders generously made sure the miracle cure was affordable for citizens everywhere. following this landmark achievement, the state made great strides toward equality with the decision to simply go ahead and just put the drugs in the water. this was very progressive and inclusive of all demographics. it was so inclusive, that they didn't even ask anyone if they wanted to be included. all groups and individuals were treated with the same level of unbiased disrespect.
soon, troublesome and uncomfortable problems like art eradicated themselves, as no one felt like making or looking at stuff anymore. they didn't have time anyway. now, talents previously wasted on art are free to concentrate on producing excellent pharmaceutical advertisements for all. the future is bright from the glow of all the video advertisements. the video billboards never turn off. they glow even when no one is looking at them. that's how bright the future is. it's absolutely blinding. its glare has made the practice of seeing for one's self obsolete, as no one can see much of anything anymore. but don't worry. you don't need your eyes to tell you what's out there. the company will let you know what's real. your boss will issue periodic truth statements containing descriptions of reality. studies show these statements are even more accurate than the primitive sense of sight we once relied on. in fact, they're more accurate than reality itself. they're part of an advanced reality. they tell you exactly what the experts believe is best for you to know. this increases productivity and improves quality of life. not your life, of course. but the lives of the men in charge of the companies. the only lives that still have people living inside them like human beings. your life ceased to exist a long time ago. you relieved yourself of it by choice. after all, you do have free will. you didn't have to take a job with the company. nobody forced you; nobody threatened you with violence. we gave you other options, such as freezing to death on the streets of the closest modern, progressive city. you are in control of your fate. you made all these decisions yourself. your qualified, well-meaning leaders set it up this way on purpose. they studied history and its various warnings for the future. they wisely realized that truth was too powerful to be legal. they understood that the best slaves are those who believe that they are free.
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cagedcats · 5 months
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What's your suffix list for your WCAU?
Oh lord I didn’t see this till now, I’m so sorry!
But basic idea is to use the @ailuronymy suffix list, but to expand upon it.
Such as using -belly for a jovial cat, -throat for a well spoken cat (or charismatic?), -pool for a notable intelligent cat (typically rare for the cats) and so on. Maybe even -brook, -tooth, or -poppy, but I’d probably use that for an alternative to -stream, -fang and -flower unless I can maybe find a way to use them otherwise.
Like maybe a -poppy cat is more interested in the rearing and tending to their own kits? Or perhaps they are ones who are more interested in teaching apprentices? Or maybe even another option is they’re knowledgable in burial customs since poppies are apparently a symbol for soldiers who passed away in war. Just some ideas for that specific suffix
Of course some will be added in to fleshen things out. Especially since we got the tunnelers in WindClan and now SkyClan.
But for now the ones mentioned above (-belly, -throat, and -pool) are confirmed for personality/skill suffixes. I am of course adding -patch, -speck(s/le), -spot(s), -dapple, and other pattern suffixes cause some of them are cute and tbh I’m attached to the name Leafdapple. And maybe gonna try and find a use for -brook, -tooth, and -poppy, and see about finding some more suffixes for others things to use for the AU at hand
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Implicit permission
lol
Believe it or not you never needed permission
You only needed to get within reach.
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ervotica · 5 months
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please don’t go, i love you so
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pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, he’s rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey
note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesn’t okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men i’ve ever seen, kay? i’m not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!
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Coriolanus is possessive.
It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; he’s not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.
It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.
It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.
He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.
There’s a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanus’ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.
You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.
“Hi, gorgeous,” you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldn’t be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. “Something wrong?”
His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyes— his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.
“What is it?” you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.
He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.
“Nothing. I have you.”
“Okay.” You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. “You gonna kiss me or what, handsome?”
He doesn’t need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure he’s branding you. You’ve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.
“Coryo,” you pant.
“Shh,” he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.
“Coriolanus, that hurts,” you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.
You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents he’s left in your soft skin to smooth them away.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. “I just wanted to feel you. To know you’re mine.”
The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you don’t see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. You’ll never see what’s right in front of you even if he wants you to.
“Of course I’m yours, Coryo. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“The way they all look at you here…” He falters. “Like they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. You’re mine- they have to understand that.”
“No one could take me away from you,” you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. “I know where I belong. And that’s right here with you.”
“Good.” He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until they’re hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.
“Wanna show me just where you belong?”
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