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polarisdelphi · 3 months
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Back on posting old art I never posted, Frau Schneider, my beloved 🖤
I'm seriously considering turning her into a sticker and slapping it everywhere I need to remember something to do. Drinking water? Frau is there judging me. Writing? Frau is waiting. Sleeping at a decent time? She's at the clock, looking at me with hatred in her eyes.
Jokes aside, this was more of a try on stylized drawing, which I completely suck. Since I studied Schneider's face thoroughly once for another drawing, I figured stylizing him would be easier for me as a first try.
I love his nose HAHAHAHA that's my anchor on his likeness xD
Sketches, breakdowns on how I got here, what I thought on shapes and more on his features - and just general artist blabbering, down below!
It was born from these loose sketches:
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And I do like the ~proper~ one too. Took a lot of screenshots of the video's making of to understand his mannerisms when ~in Frau~, and there's a big change between the video and the live versions.
Video is a proper, collected, older woman with a dark side from repressed unfulfilled desires, live one is a brute, angry, harshly dominant one. 100% angry all the time, taking her dogs for a walk 🖤
Keeping some harsh shapes on the first one 'cause we all know she's evil, and some more organic ones on the second one 'cause she's UNHINGED.
(Also, Frau's coat are a thousand little Edelweiss 'cause you know. Schneider, Austria, his wife hahahaha aaaaand I have roots from there too, so I decided to shamelessly slap Edelweiss everywhere xD)
Another interesting thing to note, was trying to keep the male proportions on a female presenting appearance. Because we all learn about better shapes for women, how they usually are ~smaller, softer and more delicate~ than males (please read with sarcasm) but Schneider is still a man in woman's clothing, acting like a woman. So I had to keep in mind what I'd draw if it was just him as himself - big hands, big feet, tall as a fucking tree, very large shoulders, toned arms and muscles, all that. No ~delicate~ features 'cause he's still a man, but in here he's a woman.
I'm not saying I succedeed. But it was a good first try :)
Given I have so many drag queen original characters, it's something I think it was nice to study and have in mind T-T
About his features, like I said, I studied him once 'cause I was trying to go for stylized Live aus Berlin Schneider illustration once, but all I got is: I can draw his likeness from memory now, that's it *cries in incompetence*
I said before, I'm not good at stylizing.
So, his key features are: very slim and small mouth, big nose (gods I love his nose, I'll always say that), kinda small eyes and there's almost no distance to his eyebrows (on the video they paint his brows to make a LOT more arched, almost like original Maleficent), longer face, big and square chin, sharp and high cheekbones. I figured if I kept all that in mind, I'd have his likeness.
That's what I used to go figuring out how to draw Frau like that :)
And why am I blabbering all this?
I just hope it helps other self-taught artists out there who have a hard time finding resources and see other people's drawings and go "oooh man how do I get there?" and the artist always go "I dunno just draw a lot and you will get there :)"
Yes, yes, draw a lot. If you don't practice, you won't learn. But there ARE tools, observation studies, drawing studies and a WHOLE lot of things you can learn from other people to get where you want to faster and easier - but most of these resources are, nowadays, behind a paywall. So I just figured I'll share what I learned and hopefully it'll help someone struggling with the same things I did less than a year ago ;)
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corpsoir · 1 year
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hii!
hope it’s cool to message you, I need some art advice again.
so I wanna do a pinup style drawing of some of the jojos but I’m having difficulty finding what I want for a pose with the mens pinups. I did find it in the women’s pinup though or least closer then the guys.
My question is how do i translate it into a male character, i struggle with making men look masculine & not just some bimbofied version, i can get the pose without to much trouble but making it in a way it still reads as a guy is where I struggle?
I don’t know how else to word it shsbs but if you have any advice or tips I’d appreciate it
sorry it took me a while to answer this hehe
so yeah, first off i gotta say, whenever you see tutorials where people draw men and women like different species, click away thats not a place of honour theres nothing of value there. you know the kind of tutorials i mean, men have a thousand billion more muscles than normal and women have a thigh gap and somehow still thick thighs but also no internal organs and boobs for days. sure, muscles are fun to draw, curvy bodies are fun to draw, but everyone please trust me you will not get better at drawing if youre using these kinds of tutorials hgjdsghs you wont learn anatomy from them, theyre not only anatomically incorrect theyre also just..... bad
OKAY ANYWAYS. i based these following sketches on a painting by donald rust (i think, i dont know anything about american artists sorry) when i find a pose to use for a drawing but the person in the drawing looks different or has another body shape, i try to imagine 1) whats the skeleton inside them doing? and 2) what are the basic shapes here doing?
and to be clear i NEVER sketch things with like, lines and balls!! ive said this before but i honestly dont think thats a productive way of sketching, so i rather think in oval soft shapes for the body. if that makes sense
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so, take this pose as an example. as ive written in the sketch, pinup art is, at least as far as i can see, about pushing a pose to look more pleasing. the hips and waist are doing most of the work here, but if we want to draw say, oh, idk, a stiff lanky neapolitan cowboy with no ass and broad shoulders, we could let the upper body do most of the "pose-pushing" instead!
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this way, instead of drawing the eye to the hips and waist, the shoulders are in focus! its still the same pose and i wouldn't say its the manliest of poses, but it still reads as a man. i guess. does any of this make any sense?
on an ending note i do think bimbofying male characters are fun and we should do it more idc put that man in silly little poses or whatever. he'll loosen up with some yoga im sure
OKAYYYY i hope this helped at least somewhat! im not the best teacher but hopefully me visualising it helps a little
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eemamminy-art · 8 months
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20. a third person pointing out how beautiful they're and suddenly you're seeing them in a different light (shalalallalaaa)
For Sadu and Cirina? Or if you're not comfy with the lizzers, then Fordolyse! - @littlelordalphinaud
a third person pointing out how beautiful they're and suddenly you're seeing them in a different light
Set at an undetermined time post-stormblood but it doesn't really reference anything outside of 4.0. Featuring Lyse being a bumbling wingwoman haha
"Oh, shit. I'm in love with you??" writing prompts
"Thank you for inviting me," Lyse said awkwardly, and a bit too loudly, though the xaela woman sat across from her merely gave her a puzzled look and a shrug.
"As companion of the khagan you will always be welcome on the Steppe, so long as she is our khagan at least," Sadu said matter of factly, stretching out her limbs and popping her knuckles. "It was not I who invited you, but I'll take full advantage of the opportunity to spar with you!"
"I had hoped you'd say that!" Lyse grinned, standing up from her seat and beginning to stretch out her muscles.
The two women stepped away from their seats, a few yalms away so as to not disturb the others around them. Not that a sparring match was ever a bad sort of disruption on the Azim Steppe.
Lyse bounced in place as she stretched out her limbs further, standing a few fulms away from Sadu whose fingers began to crackle with aether. The two locked eyes, and silently they knew to begin.
Rushing toward one another, Lyse reared her fist back and slid on the grass as she sent her arm hurtling forward. Her punch was met by a wall of ice, Sadu laughing maniacally on the other side of the magical barrier.
A few rapid punches caused the ice to crack and eventually shatter, although Sadu was seemingly nowhere to be seen when Lyse finally broke through to the other side.
She could detect a hint of aether in the air, but Lyse was never much for magical things and couldn't exactly place where Sadu had gone off to. A thought crossed her mind, in hopes to draw out the powerful mage.
"You know," Lyse called out, a mischievous smirk creeping across her sun-kissed features, "It's funny you say that you weren't the one to invite me! You should have seen all that Cirina wrote about you in her letters! I'd have sworn you two were close from how she tells it!"
The spell Sadu had been holding to conceal her position faltered, and she stumbled a few fulms away from Lyse.
"She wrote about me?" Sadu echoed, "And just what was in those letters!?"
Lyse grinned, taking the opportunity to rush toward Sadu again. This time she managed to connect, knocking her to the ground and tumbling before landing on top of her, pinning Sadu's arms down.
"That was a dirty trick, Hext," Sadu hissed, lightning crackling from her fingertips as she stared up at Lyse with wild eyes.
"It wasn't a trick!" Lyse insisted, leaning back to let go of Sadu's arms. Her body still pinned down the auri woman as she sat atop her, now holding up her arms as if to surrender.
"She wrote a lot about you, about time she's spent with you since the Mol won the Naadam, about your passion and spirit! I think she wants to get to know you better but she's not sure how," Lyse explained, smiling softly as she glanced back at camp.
Cirina sat around a fire with other au ra from various other tribes, eyes fixed upon the match unfolding between Sadu and Lyse. Even from so far away, Sadu could hear her laughing and see her bright smile. She felt her cheeks growing hot until she noticed some onlookers snickering at the apparent sight of a Dotharli warror having been defeated by an outsider.
With a growl and a roar Sadu sprung up and overtook Lyse, grappling her in a headlock and messing up her hair as she laughed triumphantly.
"Alright, alright!" Lyse conceded, "You know I just mentioned it to help you! I have a little experience myself with wild warrior women— well, at least one of them!"
"Rrrr, must you keep talking?!"
There were cheers and applause, Sadu raising her head to meet Cirina's gaze in the distance. She smiled and tilted her head as she clapped, and for perhaps the first time in her life Sadu felt fear. She only could wonder how she hadn't noticed how Cirina looked at her until now.
Sadu's head snapped back to face Lyse, cheeks burning behind her messy white locks. "You might well be right... But do not think I will suffer to hear another word of it!"
Pulling herself up, Sadu stomped off. Lyse could only giggle in the grass, holding her sides and reveling in the hand she had hoped she'd played in matchmaking the auri women.
Grass rustled beside her and suddenly Cirina was standing over her, extending out a petite hand to help Lyse up.
"Are you alright, Lyse?" she asked with worry.
"Better than ever! And you can thank me later!"
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racerchix21 · 1 year
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The First Time
Relationship: Georgia Adams/ Roman Reigns
Word Count: 856
Tagging: @thesamoanqueen, @sunnyfleur23, @nayys-world @wickedsunfire @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @gobbersworld
Summary: A series of firsts in Georgia and Roman’s relationship!
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1. Their 1st meeting
Georgia Adams was nervous as hell to make her main roster debut with WWE and then to be debuting as Roman Reigns’ mixed tag partner was even worse. Not that being stuck with a big ass sexy as sin Samoan was a hardship but still it was nerve wracking and her best friends laughing and giggling wasn’t helping matters.
“Y’all, I’ll be back later I’m just gonna go for jog around the arena. I’ll catch y’all later,” she said catching their attention as she all but ran out of their locker room running straight into a solid wall of muscle.
Pulling back she was greeted with the most mesmerizing brown eyes and holy shit he was gorgeous, “Oof, I’m sorry. I should’ve been paying more attention to where I’m going.”
“No, no I should’ve been. I’m Roman and the blonde one is Dean, Abs is Finn and the mouthy looking one is Seth. And you are?,” the pretty guy -Roman rumbled.
“The names Georgia. I’m sorry I was gonna go for a jog before I went to meet my mixed tag partner. Wait you wouldn’t happen to be Roman Reigns would you?”
“Yes ma’am I am. How bout I join you for that jog and we get to know each other better before our match?”
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2. Their first date
Walking around a fun fair with Roman was fun and the best first date she’d been on in forever but she was struggling to keep up with his giant steps. Not to mention she kind of chilly with the wind beginning to blow. “Ro, can you slow down a little please? I’ve got short legs and I’m afraid I’m gonna lose you.”
“Yeah, princess. Here hold my hand or better yet I’ll give you a piggyback ride so we don’t get separated,” he says offering his hand. “Wait baby are you cold? How bout instead we do this,” he asks before wrapping an arm around her pulling her into his side. “That better?”
“Hmm, yep that’s much better. Thanks Reigns,” Georgia hums smirking up at him when he growls at her use of his last name.
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3. Their first kiss
Georgia had been psyching herself out all night preparing for this moment right here. Standing up on her tippy toes, she smiles up at Roman and draws him in for what she’s been hoping is the first of many kisses.
She can feel Roman’s smirk against her lips before he gets with the program running his fingers through her hair kissing her back. The taste of his mint flavored chapstick and the chocolate cheesecake they shared for dessert bursts out first and she can’t help but continue to pull him into a series of tinier pecks.
This is definitely the best last first kiss of her life and she can’t wait to see what the rest are like.
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4. Georgia’s first Wrestlemania main event and Roman’s first chance at good boyfriending
Being injured sucked but getting to witness his best friend, his baby main event the biggest show of the year more than made up for it. Especially since Georgia was getting main event with her best friends Reese, Shawnee and Kayce for the first time in their careers. Roman didn’t know who was more stressed out about it: him or Georgia.
A women’s Fatal Four Way was something the company had never attempted before and sitting backstage with Dean, Seth and Finn they could all feel the crowds electric energy. Listening to the crowd pop when the bell rang, they were all 4 on the edge of their seats as they’re badass queens did their thing, he thought he might be able to get used to this.
“Gentlemen, regardless of who wins I think we can all agree that their the 4 best in the game right now, what do y’all think,” Roman asks looking towards his friends.
“Yep, I’m gonna be proud no matter what because they all deserve to be right where they are right now,” Seth says glancing at Dean and Finn who quickly agree.
Even though Georgia doesn’t win, Roman couldn’t be prouder of her or of Reese who gets the win. Seeing his friends greet their girlfriends, he snags Georgia’s wrist and tells her how proud he is with kisses instead of words.
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5. Their first child
Watching Georgia hold their newborn daughter Kaia, Roman sits back and thinks about all their other firsts. He can already tell that his life just got crazier with a baby girl to love and protect but he can’t wait to see who she’s gonna be one day and what kind of adventures she’s gonna lead them on.
Hearing Georgia murmuring to her, he leans down to give her a kiss and hold his fingers out for Kaia to latch onto. His heart swells and he huffs a laugh and smiles down at his perfect beautiful girls.
He can’t wait for even more firsts with Georgia like their first dance as husband and wife, he just has to propose but that can wait a day or two,” he thinks to himself.
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userkhael · 2 years
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kiss it better
Summary: Your annoyingly handsome brother’s best friend comes over for game night.
Word Count: 1300+
Warnings: RPF, FLUFFFFF
A/N: Kiss It Better by Rihanna hasn’t left my brain since I heard it. I was listening to it while writing this. I just wanted to make something light and a bit angsty just to quench my never ending desire for creating fake scenarios in my head LMAO. I hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated.
PS: Finally making a story using the POV I posted ♥
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After a long day at work, you shouldn’t really do anything else but sleep. But you aren’t living alone and your brother is a huge pain in the ass every Thursday. You can forgive the loud banter and the incessant noises him and his friends make whenever they play their stupid game but the never-ending sexist remarks of his asshole friends really draws the straw. He doesn’t know about any of it and you dread every Thursday that comes.
You wipe the sleep from your eyes and force yourself to take a quick shower and eat before bed. You wake up terribly grumpy without it. It’s like you’re a whole ‘nother person. Rummaging the fridge for milk, you pull out the cereal off one of the drawers. 
The door opens and you close your eyes, as if bracing yourself for “bro” impact. But it’s been five seconds and while your head is down, you listen to your surroundings.
“You feeling okay?” The voice is too near to ignore and when you open your eyes, you almost drop the bowl in your hand.
It’s Henry, one of your brother’s best friends. One of the decent ones. And yet he doesn’t make an effort to correct his friends, that’s why I also hate him. He’s built like a God and his face is chiseled like the Creator really took his time to perfect him. That makes me very annoyed. I hate how the butterflies in my stomach always flutter whenever he’s around.
“I’m good. Only you?” You point at him and he nods, smiling. God, even his smile is perfect. You don’t say another word and you both stand there like statues staring at each other. You know he cares about you like a sibling and sometimes you make it awkward for yourself because you can’t admit that you have a crush on him.
“Yeah, the other guys aren’t free this week.” He fiddles fingers and you almost think it’s because he’s near you. Guys like him have a line of women worshiping at his feet. He can pick one and get his flavor of the day.
“Thank God, I can sleep soundly today.” You comment and he smiles before your brother calls out for him in the living room. He smiles one more time, stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and turned on his heel, looking back at you one more time. You smile back at him and eat your cereal while your chest is beating ever so loudly.
After eating, you tried lying in bed and resting your eyes but sleep never came. All you thought about is how Henry’s lips perfectly move while he speaks, or how his muscles flex whenever he raises his hand. His constant visit to your brother doesn’t help your feelings at all. He’s always been your crush since you’re a nerdy twelve year old and he’s already twenty.Way too experienced but most of all way, way too far out your league. Standing up from your bed, you decide sleep is not for you today and walk towards the kitchen, intent on getting soda from the fridge.
But you almost regret stepping out of your room because Henry’s back is to you and he’s apparently doing the dishes in your apartment. 
“You shouldn’t be doing that.” You say and he doesn’t look back but you can feel the smile on his face.
Opening the fridge and retrieving a soda can, you peek in the living room and see the game is in pause and your brother is nowhere to be found. You’re still looking at him as he loads everything in the dishwasher. Opening the soda can while looking at him seem to be a plausible route at this point but being dumb as you are, your nail got caught between and your flesh got cut by the sharp end. Well, hey, at least you opened your soda.
You hiss because it stung when the soda bubbled up and reached the surface of the can. Taunting you like an idiot. You shake your hand and inspect it but it decides to bleed like a motherfucker. Henry looks back and sees the stream of blood coming from your stupid nail and his face morphs into something you can never understand. He moves at lightspeed and retrieves the first aid kit in no time. He pulls your hand and looks at it intently. 
“Throw away that soda, Y/N.” He says annoyed, dabbing cotton your nail, commanding you like some slave. The damage is worse than you let on. The metal sliced the flesh beside your nail and it wouldn’t stop bleeding.
You drink from the soda one more time, not caring about what Henry said. He snatched the can from your other hand and looked at you, his face red with anger.
“I said. Throw. It. Away.” He emphasized every word and you felt the shivers down your spine. Him putting a bandage on your poor nail just amplified everything. Before he can even lock the bandage, you pull your hand away.
“I can do it myself.” You say, taking the soda from his hand and throwing it away. You take the tape from the kit and sit down on the couch. But then you forgot the scissors and now you can’t cut it with your hand or teeth.
“You’re so fucking stubborn, you know that?” Henry walks to you, places the kit on the coffee table and kneels in front of you, pulling your injured hand again, now finishing what he started. He pours alcohol in a fresh cotton and wipes your elbow up to the palm of your hand without breaking eye contact. You didn’t realize you bleed that much in a few minutes.
“Thank you.” You clear your throat and pull your hand away, not looking at him. But then you feel his hand on your arm, not on a tight grip but definitely possessive. You can’t help but look at him and his lips look so kissable at this distance. You take a deep breath and his breath hitches. The tension between you is building like a volcano waiting to explode. You didn’t move for a few seconds until his lips crashed into yours. Both your tongue and lips melded into each other so easily. You admit this wasn’t your first kiss but you wished it was. You wished it was him you shared all your firsts with.
“My, uhm, my brother —” Pulling yourself away from him and think sane for a minute. If ever your brother finds out, he would go nuclear on your ass and his.
“He got called at work.” He said and you looked at him, not believing what he said. He runs his tongue on his bottom lip and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in a long time.
“Why did you stay?” I asked, trying to still my beating heart.
“I promised to do the dishes and uhm, I was hoping to see you before I leave.”
You look at him funny and he chuckles. “Your brother is going to kill me for doing this but fuck it.”
He caresses your face and this time his kisses are softer, more passionate. And you hold onto his neck while he carries you to your room. Your room is exceptionally dim and you like it that way.
“You can say no right now and I’ll leave. But if you want this too, say something.” He puts his thumb on your lips and it felt like heat radiated throughout your body for the first time.
“Yes. It’s always been yes with you.”
His smile is from ear to ear and I can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl at his reaction. He kissed your whole body and made you feel like you’re doing this for the first time ever.
“Your brother will be so mad when he finds out.”
“Well, he can kiss my ass.”
He wags a finger at me and kisses your neck and ears, his hands on both of your ass cheeks, while he whispers, “This ass is mine now so he can’t kiss it.”
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gaeldricge · 1 year
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Grayson takes Mel into the Undercity, where they run into a certain Sevika...
“My, my, if that isn’t Sheriff Grayson. Back again so soon and without that dashy uniform,” Sevika slurred, making her cronies snicker. “Did you miss us?” 
Grayson scowled at her but refused to show how unsettled she was that they had run into their group. “Look, I’m here on private business. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“Nothing for me to worry about?” Sevika paused, allowing her gang to laugh again. “You really think yourself that important, don’t you?” 
Grayson knew Sevika wanted to provoke her. Ever since she had found out that Grayson and Vander were meeting secretly, she had tried to gauge the enforcer into a conflict. To her disappointment, Grayson just remained her stoic self, not allowing anything to ruffle her feathers. “Now why don’t you show me your private business and then I decide whether to worry or not.”
Behind her, Grayson heard a distinct moan of distress coming from Elora, followed by a panicked, “Oh no, no, no.” 
Mel, however, remained calm and well composed. Something Grayson was grateful for at that moment, as she tried counting how many people were surrounding them. Too many for her to fight them off by herself. She hoped the two other women were fast runners.
“What’s wrong, Sheriff, are you too shy?” Sevika taunted, earning more laughs from the onlookers.
Then Mel stepped forward, slowly pulling back her hood and mask, revealing her face. Grayson was sure, barely anyone in the crowd knew who she was, but even without all her glamorous jewelry, Mel Medarda was breathtaking and she knew how to use that.  
Sevika collected herself. “Now that’s some pretty private business, wouldn’t mind some of that myself.” 
Something in Grayson snapped at that. “You better watch what the fuck is coming out of that insolent mouth of yours, Sevika, or your ass will be in Stillwater, quicker than-”
“Sheriff, please,” Mel’s hand was on her arm, the elegant fingers wrapping firmly around the muscle, drawing all of Grayson’s attention to the woman they belonged to and who looked at her imploringly. 
Grayson growled again. This was exactly why she didn't want to do this in the first place. Undercity was bloody dangerous and Mel just had no clue. 
“I am Mel Medarda, I am a representative of your council.” Grayson began praying as soon as Mel finished that sentence. Another hush fell over the crowd, this time, however, it wasn’t caused by underlying admiration. Instead there seemed to be a sudden friction in the air, which broke loose when Sevika once again spoke up.
“Our council?” She slowly, threateningly advanced towards Mel, who now seemed to realize that she might have made the wrong choice in her words. Grayson quickly got herself between the two women, there was no way in which she would allow Sevika to even come close to touching Mel.
Sevika laughed derisively. “What?! Am I not allowed to take a good look at my councillor?!” She spat the last word.
“No, you’re not,” Grayson replied, clear anger now creeping into her low growling voice. For a brief second Sevika flinched. It was barely visible and only Grayson noticed it, but enough reassurance to know the other woman was intimidated by her.
Grayson leaned closer. “You had your show, I think it’s time you leave now. Don’t you?” 
She knew it was risky. One signal by Sevika would be enough to send the mob flying at them, but Grayson hoped she wouldn’t be that stupid. Threatening the Sheriff of Piltover was one thing, but attacking her and a council member… that would provoke topside into a war.
Sevika’s eyes darted between Grayson’s before she finally took a step back again. A sneer on her face she spat onto the ground, missing the sheriff’s boot only by inches. “I wouldn’t get anywhere near a pussy you’ve been slopping over anyway.” And with that she turned around, whistling at her gang to follow her.
Grayson took a deep breath when the crowd around them dispersed from boredom. 
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thorniest-rose · 2 years
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omg I’ve just been stuck on the idea of your 90s Daniel getting in an argument with his heavy metal tattooed boyfriend, telling him to turn off his music because he doesn’t wanna listen to other people screaming while they fuck, Johnny, c’mon. And Johnny’s just like “babe, it’s only Slayer/Venom/Possessed/etc, it’s not even that bad” and starting a little stand off where they’re both trying to goad the other into folding, Johnny spreading his legs so his jeans pull tight against his crotch and Daniel catching his bottom lip between his teeth while his fingers draw the hem of his shorts even higher up his thighs. Johnny loses of course because who can resist, shutting off his entire stereo system and tackling Daniel to the bed before he can give a smug little victory cry and fuck it, Daniel’s loud enough the whole thing was sort of a moot point anyway
oh my god!!!! Was this inspired by my post the other day about 90s Daniel with a dangly cross earring being picked up at church by boyfriend Johnny on his motorbike?? I hope so because I'm living in that verse right now (basically a prelude to my boyfriend's body is a ruined temple verse on ao3). God and this is so!!!!!! This is SO like them!
I love the thought of Johnny just covered in tattoos at this point and he's really muscled because he does MMA, and of course he listens to the heaviest rock music, which Daniel HATES because he's much more of a pop and soft rock kind of guy. But he puts up with it because it's Johnny and because he secretly thinks it's sexy, how loud and crude Johnny is. That he has a boyfriend who would make his Italian Catholic family back in Jersey do the sign of the cross like Johnny was some kind of devil who had stolen their beautiful Daniel from them. But he puts his foot down to having screaming heavy metal on when they're fucking, it doesn't exactly put him in the mood!!! Maybe they're not living together yet either and the apartment Johnny lives in is always a mess, with empty beer cans on the floor, and his bed is always unmade, and he has posters of women in bikinis on his walls. And Daniel's like "you're such a slob" but it doesn't matter because Daniel's so hungry for him at all times. He always wants Johnny to fuck him, always wants to suck his dick. And Johnny knows he needs it, that he becomes this desperate little fae creature for him. So Daniel comes over and ignores the mess so he can have Johnny's dick like he's been craving all day and Johnny gets to shut him up for a bit, and it's only afterwards when Daniel's curled up against him, lazily tracing circles on Johnny's chest with his fingers and Johnny's smoking a cigarette does Daniel start complaining again, telling him to clean up his mess.
Ugh and yes, love the idea of them trying to goad each other into breaking first. Because Johnny's desperate for Daniel too, and I think he'd destroy his entire stereo system and never listen to heavy rock again in exchange for Daniel stripping out of his skimpy clothes and climbing into his lap. So Daniel does win sometimes! However I think Johnny would have a point in that: is it better for the neighbours to complain about his loud music, or to complain because of how loud Daniel is when Johnny's fucking him? Probably the former. And because they fuck a LOT and Daniel is SO loud, Johnny just knows he's gonna get a lot of complaints. But having a beautiful, naked Daniel in his bed begging for his dick makes it all worth it.
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watanabes-cum-dump · 8 months
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Ik a lot of the time I talk about men who are utter trash in my life but I would like to speak on how my male TA in elementary was nice without being creepy which is like a foreign concept to some male teachers apparently.
I need you to keep in mind as well, he is charming, a handsome tan and JACKED 6’0 Italian man who is straight out of any Wattpad girl’s dream and he is EVERY SINGLE GREEN FLAG EVER. But he makes women so comfortable it is amazing. And he’s funny but he has never made any inappropriate jokes like jokingly asking an eleven year old girl for a kiss. His girlfriend too is just soooo nice and funny and I hope those two r happy together they r so cute. I remember his girlfriend was one of the office ladies and sometimes I would walk by the office and he would be talking to his gf or dropping off lunch for her??? Green flag I tell you, the greenest of the greens. Lord, can you give me a man like that???
I was talking to him while I was visiting my old school for this volunteer thing and I was telling him abt how just bad a lot of the guys at my school were and he physically cringed and admitted he was like that when he was a teenager too. I love the accountability??? He just told me “Ah, just ignore them. They either get better or they don’t” and he was genuinely so shocked when I told him they were homophobic too. He was like “these days??? I get when I was younger but seriously???”
And like he makes a bracelet for his GF spelling her name out while we talk?? And asks me which beads would look nice??? My creepy ass coach would NEVER and he’s MARRIED. Also he gave me cookies bc I said I didn’t eat yet. Girl I hope you marry that man bc where else are you gonna find that??? Honestly all his green flags can be summed up by him actually embracing his emotions and being thoughtful.
See like it’s not hard to be funny with girls and NOT be creepy. You don’t have to make jokes like “oh you remind me of this girl I liked in high school” or “you’re too mature for your age” actually this guy did say smth like that but only bc he saw me drawing and was like “hey are you sure you’re eleven??? I ain’t seeing any eleven year olds draw that good” listen if I was born earlier I would try to bag this man like in what world. Where does one find a man like that???
I cannot stress this enough my creepy coach and this dude had the same flavour of funny but only my coach was creepy bc he so blatantly likes younger girls, in case it isn’t evident by the fact he wants to get married five times in his life. this dude? I think his gf is older than him actually and they’re both middle aged and he DOES NOT CARE he says she’s pretty and that she has pretty eyes skjfkhakfh how are ya’ll so CUTE??? Creepy coach? Not a word of appreciation for his wife (other than the fact that his first one was Indigenous which was… weird like that was the only time he talked abt his wife) but he had plenty of compliments for the kid he was coaching.
No bc the difference between the ways they complimented me???
“You’re a strong, creative young lady I think you don’t have to worry about what anyone else says”
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“You’re a lovely young girl, you’re just too mature for boys your age. You’re different you know? I ain’t never met a girl like you”
See and the thing is I was a weird kid and creepy coach still wanted me. Italian dude was just supportive and admired how I pursued my creativity. Like yeah they’re both pretty comfortable with their emotions but one of them is a little TOO comfortable with the fact that he likes girls under eighteen. ,
Anyways Mr. A wherever you are I hope both sides of ur pillow are cold and u never get random muscle cramps when u stretch
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duckit7 · 2 years
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Protector 3
I love when the stories seem to write themselves. Here is chapter 3! Enjoy
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The giantess, from her hiding spot in the trees, let out a long sigh as she willed her tired body to rise. “Whelp… here we go I guess…” she mumbled to herself. Liz took one last look at the forest behind her. Her heart hoped that their clan would find Ben and give him a proper burial. “Fuck you Ben… Why did you have to go and die and leave me with this mess…” she said with a huff before turning her attention back to the edge of the forest. “Now or never I guess…”
Every human stopped dead in their tracks including the prince at the sight of the giant pushing her way past the trees. “Now let’s not do anything hasty here. There is no need to go back into the woods.” she said giving the prince a small smile before letting her graze fall upon the crowd. No one had moved a muscle since her arrival. No one except Herk. He bolted toward her growing to his full height within seconds.
“Squirt!” He yelled as he toppled her over in a bear hug.
“Miss me?” she jested as she wrapped her arms around the smaller giant.
“Is that even a question?! I can’t believe you are really here. Let me look at you! Dang, you really have grown into a beautiful young woman! Definitely got your father’s height. When he said that a giant like none other had saved him, I thought that might be you.” Herk said as he rolled off Liz into a pretzel leg seat. Liz sat up as tucked one leg in to lean on while letting the other stayed out long.
“They do say I am one of a kind.” she tossed back as she rubbed a horn.
“You have to tell me everything! How’s Ben? A little shit like always?” Herk asked with excitement. Liz’s demeanor went dark. Herk’s breath caught in his throat. “He was the other giant wasn’t he…” he asked in almost a whisper. Liz nodded. Herk leaned over and pulled the much larger giant into a hug. Liz returned the hug taking a deep breath trying to steady her emotions. They wouldn’t see her cry.
Liz broke from the hug to look at the king who was taking everything in. “My my, I can see my son wasn’t joking when he said you are different…” Liz could smell the fear off the small man. She could smell fear off all the humans. “With all do respect though, being a guardian is a man’s job. Women’s bodies and emotional state aren’t really the best for the job as you probably understand. Is there any way we can get another giant?” the king’s patronizing tone snapped a nerve in Liz as she narrowed her slate blue eyes on him. This man was needing a giant a second ago and now was being picky…
Liz grit her teeth. She had lots of practice with being considered lesser for being a woman, but it never did get easier to deal with. “I can arrange for another giant to come if that would please you your highness.” Liz said trying to hide the annoyance in her voice. She was relieved to be free of this job, though. Last thing she wanted to do was be the babysitter for a snobby royal.
Herk spoke up drawing the attention to himself, “Sire, if I could make a suggestion. The tradition says that the strongest warrior is sent to protect the king. I think both the prince and I can agree that she is the best warrior we have ever seen. I also think in our current circumstance that it would behoove us to have her in our arsenal. Yes, she may be a woman, but she has unfathomable power and is fairly levelheaded.”
“What are you doing?” Liz growled low staring daggers into Herk.
“Finally getting you a job worthy of your skill.” Herk growled back through his teeth.
“I don’t want it. You know more than anyone what I want.” Liz shot back.
“Liz this is going to be way better for you and you know it.” Herk chided.
Liz shook her head not even trying to hide how peeved she was. “The people are terrified of me. They will never accept me and we both know that.” Liz hissed.
“Your own people are terrified of you Liz! Just like they were of your father. That’s why we both know that you will never become chief or even a war leader. Face it Liz, this is the best job you will ever get!” Herk spat. Liz tensed. Herk sighed, “Liz…” Liz put up her hand to stop him.
“Let’s see if the human’s even want me.” her voice lacked emotion as she turned her attention to the king.
The king nodded. “As much as I want to be the one to make this decision, you would be the giant for my son. So I feel it is only right for him to choose.”
All eyes then fell upon the prince. Oliver tried not to squirm under all the attention, especially one particular set of slate blue eyes. He struggled to meet the gaze of the overwhelming giantess. It was impossible for him to read her emotionless expression. She was terrifying, that was undeniable. She also held immense power that the kingdom needed for their current advisory. As much as Oliver wanted to say he wanted a different (less scary) guardian, he knew the kingdom needed her.
“I would like her to be my protector… If she is ok with that.” Oliver said trying to suppress the tremble in his voice.
Liz let out a sigh and nodded. “As you wish then…” her voice was void of emotion.
A guard then pushed a terrified priest forward. The man trembled as he handed a bowl of an unknown concoction to the prince. The prince thanked the man and stepped hesitantly toward the giantess. Her head was cocked to the side as she watched him with curiosity. The prince came to a stop before the giantess and looked up at her expectantly. Liz looked between the prince and Herk with a confused glance.
Herk leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You have to pick him up so that he can pour the mixture into your mouth.”
Liz responded with a grunt before looking down at the prince. His short dirty blonde hair and beard were well kept. He had an athletic build. Overall, he was a handsome man. He looked strong and confident standing before her, but she could see the cracks in his armor. How the liquid in the bowl rippled from the small tremors coming from the hands holding it. She could see his eyes were dilated as they were ready to detect danger at any second. Then there was the smell. The smell of fear that surrounded her. She hated that smell, but no matter where she went it seemed to follow her.
Slowly Liz lowered her hand till it hovered around the small man. With one last look she silently asked for permission. The prince answered her with a nod. Cautiously Liz wrapped her fingers around his body before lifting him up to her face. She held him in front of her face for a moment allowing for them to take in each other. He truly was handsome she thought as his light brown eyes searched her face. Then she lifted him higher and opened her mouth.
Oliver heart stopped as he stared into the dark abyss that was the giantess’s mouth. Everything in him screamed danger as his eyes were drawn to her fangs. They hung menacingly before him, almost taunting him to move closer so they could tear him apart. The memory of her tearing the throat from the wolf ripped through Oliver’s mind. Fear overtook his body as he dropped the bowl, his hands then trying to gain some distance between him and the terrifying jaws before him.
The crowd gasp as they saw the bowl fall. It came crashing down on the tongue of the giantess as the contents spilt down her throat. Oliver watched from his perch as she slowly lowered him and using her other hand, fish out the bowl. She closed her mouth and swallowed before looking at him. She gave him a soft smile as her giant fingers brought the bowl to his hands. Oliver hesitantly grabbed the bowl and thanked her. He tried to pull his thoughts away from thinking how it was wet with her saliva.
Liz set the prince softly back on the earth. She was still on one knee when the pain overtook her. It was the worst pain she had ever experienced. ‘I will not let them see me as weak’ she mentally growled as she grit her teeth. Her body was on fire. Her whole being even down to the cellular level seemed to be writhing in pain. Liz closed her eyes, bent her head forward and dug her fingers into the ground as she tried to control her emotions and pain.
Herk watch as the giantess next to him did not move a muscle. He knew the pain she was going through because he had gone through it himself. He was extremely young when he came into servitude of the king, but that pain had never left his mind. After a minute Liz picked up her head. She was breathing heavy as sweat poured down her face.
“Now what?” she said exasperated.
Herk chuckled, “You took that extremely well! I was on the ground seething in pain. All that is left to do is think small.”
Liz nodded and closed her eyes. Her colossal body started to shrink. Herk followed suit. When Liz was her smallest, she opened her eyes to see Herk offering her a hand. She took it and clamored to her feet. Her exhausted body fell forward into Herk’s strong awaiting arms.
“Take it easy there Squirt. Your body has been through a lot today.” Herk said as he helped to righten the woman. He laughed as he had to tilt his head back a fair amount to look up at her. “Looks like I will never get a break when it comes to looking up at you!” he jested.
Liz gave him a tired smile before turning to look at the crowd, still using Herk to steady herself. Meer seconds earlier they were no larger than her fingers. She still towered over everyone, but not to such an extent. Liz’s eyes grazed her surroundings till they came to settle on the prince. She could still sense his fear, but it had lessened some.
Liz turned from Herk and walked casually up to the prince. Even at her smallest she was still almost double his height. The prince visibly gulped when she came to stand before him. Liz lowered herself till she was kneeling. Sitting on her back foot the two were about eye to eye. Everyone watching the exchange wondered what was taking place.
Liz smiled a warm smile as she stuck out her hand. “I’m Liz.” she said as she patiently waited.
The prince looked at the hand as though it was a sword that would run him through at any moment. Taking a deep breath, he reached forward and placed his small hand in hers. “I’m Oliver.”
Liz’s smile grew bigger, “Nice to meet you Oliver. Looks like we are going to be working together from now on.”
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Sonic OCs: The Windstar Pirates
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Left to Right: Zephyr, Stomp, and Iggy.
Part of the reason I'm setting up this blog is to find a new place to put my deviantART commissions. And what better way to start things off than my eponymous OC and his friends! Sonic community, say hello to...
THE WINDSTAR PIRATES An infamous trio of treasure hunters and professional ne’er-do-wells. From the rooftop heights of Spagonia to the ocean waves of Soleanna, to Mercia, Empire City, and beyond, the Windstar Pirates sail the seas in search of adventure and riches, bringing destruction and mayhem wherever they go.
But despite being wanted criminals, the Windstars are actually fairly decent people with a (mostly) strong moral compass and a desire to help those less fortunate than them. Unfortunately, their penchant for theatrics, inability to gauge their own strength, and lack of foresight have given them a reputation for dropping the ball...a lot. The result: large amounts of collateral damage. Furthermore, they're still pirates, and aren't above taking advantage of a situation if it means making some Mobiums.
But despite their...issues, at the end of the day, the Windstars make for powerful allies and loyal comrades...just keep your checkbook handy and hope that your enemies are left in worse shape than you are.
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ZEPHYR THE OSPREY Sex: Male Age: 16~17 Crew Role: Captain; Marksman Likes: Women, Colore (the world's finest fruit juice), Solean* cuisine, collecting fine art and other valuables, his crew, romance, sailing, swashbuckling adventure stories. Dislikes: Uncouth ruffians, bad table manners, his coat being damaged, people who abuse their power, people who abuse women, greasy food. Wanted For: Piracy. Vandalism. Reckless endangerment. Fraud. Theft. Armed robbery. Grand larceny. Petty larceny. Owning a blaster without a permit. Sailing a ship without a permit. Operating a stand without a permit. Smuggling. Bootlegging. Moonshining. Public indecency. Public intoxication. Public indecency while intoxicated. Impersonating a doctor. Impersonating an officer. Impersonating a reigning monarch. Slander against a reigning monarch. Assaulting a reigning monarch. First degree flirtering.
The Captain of the Windstar Pirates and youngest of the trio. Flashy, flamboyant, and fearless to a fault, Zephyr is the epitome of a swashbuckling pirate. Armed with his trusty "Rosa Venti" windblasters and backed by his stalwart crew, he sails the seas in search of adventure, treasure, and romance.
Zephyr fancies himself as a "roguish, gentleman hero", plundering criminals worse than him and going out of his way to help those in need. Unfortunately, he’s also a shameless philanderer and a snob, flirting with every woman he fancies and being dismissive and critical of those he deems “unrefined savages”. He also loves to show off and be the center of attention and hates being upstaged, especially by said "unrefined savages". Zephyr adores the country of Soleanna (Mobian Italy) and often injects Solean words and phrases into his speech (with varying degrees of quality).
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STOMP THE BISON Sex: Male Age: 20~22 Crew Roles: Cook; Helmsman Likes: Cooking, flowers, his friends. Dislikes: Speaking (I get...nervous.), wasting food, violence and hurting people. Wanted For: Piracy. Vandalism. Aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive. Trespassing. Theft. Destruction of property.
The eldest Windstar pirate, cook, and the biggest, strongest member of the crew. Due to his imposing height and physique, most people think Stomp is just a dumb muscle-head; an assumption reinforced by how rarely he speaks. In truth, Stomp is a gentle, warm-hearted man who gets nervous around other people and doesn't like to draw attention to himself. He's also a staunch pacifist, and would rather spend his time preparing delicious meals than fighting, and only does so as an absolute last resort. In the rare moments Stomp does fight, he's capable of lifting objects several times his own weight and can effortlessly dent iron with his bare hands.
Because of his non-verbal tendencies, Stomp primarily communicates through gestures, body language, and the occasional grunt. When he does speak it's only a few words at a time and with frequent pauses.
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IGNIS "IGGY" THE SALAMANDER Sex: Female Age: 18~20 Crew Roles: Mechanic; Doctor Likes: Tinkering with machines, science, candy (especially lollipops) Dislikes: People who use science and technology for evil, illogical things and behavior, people calling her fat. Wanted For: Piracy. Vandalism. Assault. Battery. Disturbing the peace. Trespassing. Theft. Unauthorized and unethical experimentation. Setting off explosives in a public place. Detaining one against their will. Leaking state secrets. Cyberterrorism. Copyright infringement. The middle Windstar of the crew and their mechanic and surgeon. Iggy is the serious and responsible member of the trio, the one who makes sure everyone focuses on the task at hand and doesn't do anything stupid - usually by slapping them upside the head or yanking them by their hair, horns, or feathers. She's also the most intelligent, having a genius-level IQ and an almost paranormal aptitude for all things scientific and mechanical - including the human/Mobian body (it's basically an organic machine to her) -, which she loves to the point of manic obsession. She's the one who developed most of the tech the crew uses, including their ship's engines, Zephyr's blasters, and her magnum opus: the Armachine, her transforming, custom-built prosthetic arm.
The only thing greater than her love of science is her temper and her penchant for swearing, forcing her to wear a special choker that plays random sound effects to drown out her profanity.
Sonic the Hedgehog is the property of SEGA, Archie, IDW, and Paramount. Please support the official release and all official materials.
The Windstar Pirates are owned by me.
Artwork by RisziArts.
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dano-matchmaker · 2 years
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for the match thing
I'm a transmasc guy who uses he/it pronouns. I have a hot pink buzzcut and I try to aim for a clown-punk look (or clunk), although I wear a lot of hawaiian shirts. Also I gave myself my name because of a Lemon Demon song.
I generally listen to a lot of punk/goth/metal, but I really like things with very heavy synth and love songs from the early to mid 60's sung by women. I've also been listening to a lot of Insane Clown Posse recently.
I do a lot of visual art. Mostly drawing and painting but I also do a lot of sewing, writing, and I started working on a stop motion project recently. I'm working on getting my tattoo license.
I really like biology and plant science and I find superfund sites fascinating. I want to do some sort of job in the future working outside with plants.
I also really like horror. Psychological horror in particular; it makes for a very good very weird story that can have a lot of meaning and depth.
I have no idea why but I very much would like to get big and muscle-y and do boxing.
I have both adhd and autism, I'm a pieces, and I'm an enfp. I have little to no control over my emotions and if I feel something too strong I cry. I'm the friend who does stupid stuff but also makes sure no one else does anything stupid because I deeply fear getting in trouble for things. My two ideal experiences are going to Denny's in the middle of the night for coffee and unlimited pancakes and just sitting there and drawing and taking in my surroundings, and going into the middle of the woods with my friends and dancing and laughing and braiding flowers in each other's hair. I yearn for something better while also being deeply in love with what I have and knowing that either way I'll miss something.
I don't know why I got all weird there but I hope it helps with choosing a character for me!
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Your soulmate would be brian from fast food nation!! The two of you would be so cute togther ahhhh!! he'd think you are the coolest guy in the world!
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@chasing-starlights decided to cash in her kofi request for Xena bench pressing Clemin >;3c
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ukaisprincesss · 3 years
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The Assistant
a/n: This is my piece for the CEO collab created by the wonderful @cherrytenko check out everyone else’s creative and amazing pieces here !! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy (:
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warnings: 18+ smut, oralm!recieving, oralf!receiving, choking, slapping, use of ‘puppy’, dom!bakugou, switch!izuku, sub!reader, threesome, anal, vaginal penetration, double penetration, name calling, spitting, degradation, humiliation, choking, squirting, fingering, small mention of rough sex, praise kink
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You were an assistant for Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoryia, the two CEO’s of the largest security firm in Japan, better known as the most eligible bachelors today. Working for them was a dream, the pay was great and the hours tailored to your schedule. But the best part of the job was having the two men wrapped around your little finger. Eligible Bachelors? Not so much.
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You suppressed the urge to gag as the tip of your boss’ cock hit the back of your throat. The various voices above you sounded like faint echoes, the loud beating of your heart filling your ears.
Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth coating the base of his cock in your saliva.
A light tap on your cheek was the only warning you got before hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, quickly overfilling your mouth. You pulled back with a wet pop and hoped the other men and women in the meeting room didn't hear it. You sat back and licked the salty cum off the half-erected cock making sure to collect every delicious drop.
A few minutes passed and the room emptied out, leaving you and your boss alone. The chair in front of you rolled back and you crawled forward with a dopey grin on your face. Green eyes filled with lust met yours in a heated gaze.
“Come here puppy, you’ve been such a good girl for me.”
You hummed at the praise and crawled onto his lap wrapping your legs around him. Izuku stood up with you in his beefy arms, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. The addictive taste of him invaded your senses, a wanton moan being pulled from your throat.
“Someone’s gonna w-walk in,” you whimpered as Izuku pressed kisses along your throat, sucking the spot where your pulse hummed at his ministrations.
He chuckled as he sat you on the large wooden table, peeling off your top and lifting your hips to unzip your skirt.
“I’m sure they’ll enjoy the sight of me fucking this beautiful pussy.” He enforced his words by pulling his cock out of his dress pants. The sight of his red weeping cock had you clenching your thighs in anticipation.
Izuku forcibly spread your legs apart and bit the inside of your thigh, soothing it with a kiss.
“Are you just gonna sit there all day or prove your point?” You smirked down at him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He met your eyes and gave you no response. He was in control and he knew it.
The feeling of his warm tongue on your clit sent your hips up, he grabbed them with his large hands and held you down to the table constricting your movement. His eyes pierced yours as he delved into your wet cunt, lapping your folds before taking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and threw your head back clawing at the wood table.
“Eyes on me puppy, or I’ll make you cum so many times the only name you’ll know is mine.”
Your pussy clenched at his lewd words and you raised your head to watch as he devoured you whole like a starved man. The thick wet muscle of his tongue slowly pressed into your entrance sending you into orgasmic bliss.
You bit your lip in an effort to suppress your moans but it was futile. Your loud moans bounced off the walls, filling the air with the lewd sounds of your voice and pussy.
“Oh god Izuku I-”
You were interrupted by the sound of the doors opening, causing you to whip your head back in surprise.
“What the hell is taking you so long…” The familiar rough voice trailed off, red eyes flickering between you and the man between your legs.
“B-bakugou, it's not what it looks like.” You stuttered out with a moan while attempting to push Izuku away, but he continued to fervently lick your pussy like nothing had happened.
Bakugou’s look of confusion slowly morphed into an arrogant smirk. He chucked and stalked forward, the faint click of his shoes like a doomsday clock ticking to the end.
“Hmm, can’t say I’m surprised, already knew you were a slut. Seems like you couldn’t wait eh?” Bakugou finished with a sneer and looked over your shoulder to see Deku wiping his mouth clean of your juices.
Katsuki scoffed and said, “Tch, of fucking course you couldn’t help yourself damn Deku.”
He gripped your throat with a calloused hand before you could speak, pressing a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips.
“Mmf, Katsuki I’m sorry.” You breathed out once he pulled away.
“Sorry my ass,” he scoffed. “I should’ve known cockhungry whores like you would pull this shit. Get the fuck over here Deku.”
Midoryia wordlessly stood up and walked around the table to stand by Bakugou’s side. With a snarl, Bakugou fisted Midoryia’s green hair in his palm, pulling his head back smashing his lips against his. You whimpered at the sight before you and rubbed your thighs together, more aroused than ever.
The blonde broke away, a string of saliva hanging between the two of them. Katsuki licked his lips, breaking the connection and turned to you. “Stop whining, woman, we got time.”
Without warning, Katsuki lifted you off the table and lightly threw you on the leather couch that occupied the left side of the room. He pushed your body forward so your head hung over the arm of the couch. “Since you wanted her mouth so bad you can have it while I fuck her pretty cunt with my tongue. Don’t cum until I say so, both of you.” Katsuki growled, gripping your hips with a bruising force.
“Yes Sir,” you whispered, body twitching in anticipation. Angering Bakugou could end in two ways, being deprived of his touch, or this, pure fun and pleasure.
“Come on puppy, open up.” Izuku murmured with half-lidded eyes, delivering a soft slap to your cheek. You opened your mouth in obedience, the blood already starting to rush to your head. The head of his cock touched your mouth, a drop of precum coating your lips in a wet shine. you flicked your tongue out drawing a hiss from Izuku and slowly wrapped your mouth around his cock.
Izuku threw his head back and moaned, gripping the sides of your face and pulling you along his cock. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good baby.” You hummed in response, gliding your tongue on the underside of his thick length.
Your hips jolted at the warm sensation of Bakugou’s tongue gliding from your puckered hole to your clit. Your cunt weeped in anticipation, eager to be stuffed full of Katsuki’s dick.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here...you’re fucking drenched.” Bakugou groaned, staring at your pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. You whimpered around the cock in your mouth and gripped his hair, lightly tugging to get him closer to your cunt. Bakugou slapped your thigh before inserting two of his fingers into your pool of wetness. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, Izuku took advantage of this and thrusted his cock in your wet cavern until the head hit the back of your throat.
Bakugou’s hand traveled up your abdomen to cup one of your breasts, tweaking your nipples The deep thrusts and scissoring of Katsuki’s long fingers and Izuku’s cock pistoning in and out of your mouth sent you over the edge, spiraling into orgasm. You spluttered around Izuku’s cock, body shaking as you came. Katsuki chuckled, rubbing circles around your clit. “Fuck, squeezing so tight around my fingers princess. I think you’re ready for our cocks.”
Izuku pulled out of your mouth, your spit decorating his cock in pretty strings. Bakugou pulled out his fingers bringing them to his lips. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he sucked your juices off his fingers.
“Don’t be greedy, Kaachan, let me have a taste.” Izuku leaned forward, grabbing Bakugou’s hand and popping a slick covered finger in his mouth. Bakugou smirked and shoved two fingers in his mouth pressing down on the back of his tongue. Izuku gagged and pulled his hand away with a frown. Bakugou chuckled and instructed you to get up before pushing Izuku where you laid. “Now get on top of him,” Bakugou instructed. You complied and crawled on top of the now naked Izuku, sneaking a kiss on his nose. The tip of his cock brushed against your folds, causing him to hiss and rut up against you.
A loud smack reverberated in the room, you looked up to see a faint red splotch on Izuku’s freckled cheek and Katsuki standing above him with a glare. Bakugou gripped Izuku’s cheeks and leaned forward hissing out, “Don’t you move a fucking muscle until I say so. Open your mouth.”
Midoryia hesitantly opened his mouth, flinching as Katsuki let a glob of spit fall onto his tongue.
“Now swallow.”
Izuku closed his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Good boy,” Bakugou muttered before releasing his grip on him. You and Izuku waited with anticipation as Bakugou rounded the couch to settle between the tangle of legs. Unzipping his pants, he fished out his cock revealing a thick angry red beast ribbed with veins. He established his own dominance keeping his remaining clothes on, leaving you two bare.
You could feel Izuku’s cock twitch under you pressing against your ass, only making you more desperate to be stuffed to the brim with their cocks.
“Tch, look at you two. So desperate like the sluts you are, pathetic.” Bakugou gripped your calves pushing them up for Izuku to hold, bending you into a full nelson.
Katsuki rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, gathering the slick along your folds. He groaned watching your pussy continue to leak its juices pass your puckered hole down to Izuku’s cock. “Don’t even need lube to fuck your ass, so fucking drenched for us.”
He made eye contact with Midoryia before they simultaneously pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream. They fucked you in sync, not giving you a moment to adjust or catch your breath. They were determined to ruin you.
“Fuck y/n, if only you could see how lewd you look getting destroyed by two cocks, so filthy.” Bakugou growled out, reaching down to pinch your clit. You squealed and felt the oncoming waves of an orgasm, a blissful feeling spreading over your body. Your pussy tightened, causing your ass to clench around Izuku’s cock pulling a whimper from him.
He spoke between rapid breaths, the grip on your legs tightening. “You feels so good around my cock y/n, s-so tight. Such a good girl for us.” Izuku muttered more praises in your ear, your soft whines and whimpers fueling him on.
Bakugou dragged his cock out of your pussy only to thrust back in and brutally bury his cock to the hilt. The slight curve of his cock went so deep hitting that perfect spot, making tears well up in your eyes.
“Don’t be so fucking nice to her Deku, you know she’s just a cockhungry whore. She loves being reduced to nothing but a slut, taking every cock she can find.”
You whined at Katsuki’s words, shaking your head. “No, only you guys, only your cocks.”
Katsuki barked out a laugh and mocked your whines. “Only you guys. Such bullshit, you’re too desperate for that.” He leaned forward angling his cock to reach deeper in your hole while wrapping a hand around your throat. He squeezed lightly, enjoying the dazed look on your face.
It wasn’t long before Izuku’s thrusts faltered, whimpers falling from his lips. “I-i’m gonna cum.” He whined, wrapping one arm around your legs and reaching down to rub your clit. You hissed and gripped his arms, digging your nails into his skin.
Bakugou increased his pace, rutting into you and tightening the grip on your throat. “Don’t you fucking cum yet Deku or I swear to god I won’t let you cum for a week.”
Izuku whined, doing his best to hold back his orgasm. You sympathized with him, feeling the familiar warmth of an orgasm approaching.
“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed with gritted teeth. “Fucking cum you two.”
Izuku rutted into you with desperation groaning as he shot warm ropes of cum into you, filling you up to the brim. Bakugou followed with a grunt, his cock throbbing in your tight hole before releasing a load of his cum. The addictive feeling of their cum stuffing you full and Izuku’s fingers in your clit sent a roaring wave loose in your stomach. Before you could utter out a warning, liquid spurt out your cunt soaking their cocks and spattering on Katsuki’s suit.
The two men let out a groan at the sight, Izuku’s cock twitching in your cum filled ass. Bakugou slowly pulled out, watching the cum dribble out your hole and onto the Izuku’s cock, joining the messy concoction of cum.
Izuku enjoyed the warmth of your hole around his cock before pulling out and releasing your legs. You stretched them out, shaking away the numbness before spreading them for Bakugou. He smirked, giving you a rewarding pat on your thigh before dipping a finger in your messy cunt. He scooped up the mixture of your juices and his cum before pressing it to your lips. Your tongue slid out lapping at his finger. Impatient, he shoved it into your mouth chuckling at your twisted face.
“I wonder what people would think of our sweet little assistant being the dirty whore she really is.” Katsuki hummed, pulling his finger out of your mouth. You gave him a drowsy smile enjoying Izuku’s skilled fingers rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders.
“Well…” you trailed off. “I did always find Todoroki attractive.”
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seijorhi · 3 years
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Rabid.
The brainrot was real, guys. Hope you like it :))
Kyoutani Kentarou x female reader
tw blood, violence, implied minor character death, non-con, smut, nsfw
There’s blood splattered across the back of his hands the first time you make the unwitting mistake of catching Kyoutani’s attention. He usually can’t be fucked wasting time wrapping his fists; the skin across one of his knuckles is split and raw from his last job, but most of the blood isn’t his.
And the other guy got off far, far worse.
But he wouldn’t have noticed – it comes with the territory and he’s never really given a fuck whether there’s blood on his clothes or not – if it hadn’t been for that tiny gasp.
That soft, sharp little intake of breath, and like the rabid dog they claim he is, he snaps to the threat.
Nobody else at the table notices, and you seem to realise your mistake, freezing up the moment those honey brown eyes flash and zero in on you. Your throat bobs unsteadily – you look like a deer caught in headlights. Startled. Terrified. 
Kinda fuckin’ adorable, if he’s being honest.
“I– I’m sorry, sir,” you mutter, ducking your head as you set down his drink with a tremor in your hand.
Vaguely, he registers Makki’s choked snort at the honorific – nobody’s ever called him sir before – but he can’t really find it in himself to give a fuck that the two of you have drawn an audience.
Not when you’re still frozen, hardly daring to draw breath at his side. 
You’re new, that much is painfully obvious, but not stupid. You know who he is – who they are, and despite his reputation, he’s never been one to get off on fear or some fucked up version of a power trip; Kyoutani simply likes the feeling of lashing out, beating the absolute shit out of some asshole just because he can.
Because it feels good, gets his blood pumping.
Nobody would lift a finger to help you if he decided to take offence to your little slip up. And truthfully, he couldn’t give a shit – he’s used to people being on edge around him and it’s not like you’ve reacted any other way than how you’re supposed to. 
It’s natural for you to be startled, scared even. But not here, not with them. Here you should know better, because here is filled to the fucking brim with men like Kyoutani. Oh sure, they might be prettier, polished and charming like Oikawa, but you’d have to be a goddamn idiot to think the man hasn’t stepped over bodies he’s put in the ground to get where he is. 
At least Kyoutani never has to pretend to be anything other than what he is.
But a little blood in a place like this shouldn’t raise an eyebrow, and the way you’re staring at the table, eyes cast down and wide; Kyoutani can almost hear you cursing yourself out for your own stupidity. And it strikes him as he stares at you, drinking in every subtle shift in your body language, wondering why you don’t just tuck tail and run off like you so clearly want to, that you really don't belong in a place like this.
“Something the matter, Mad Dog?” a silken voice purrs, and he tears his eyes away from your trembling form to glance back at his boss, sitting at the head of the table. The brunette’s smiling idly, appraising the two of you and Kyoutani feels you stiffen beside him. 
You don’t dare open your mouth, don’t so much as twitch, not even as Kyoutani returns his attention back to you. By now the entire table has quietened down, most if not all of the gathered men staring at you and you – pretty eyes filling with tears, hands clasped together and trembling in front of your dress – look like you just want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. And somewhat selfishly, there’s a part of Kyoutani that wants to keep you there like that.
Not afraid, exactly. Just… there. 
He can’t explain it, doesn’t know why he hasn’t just told you to fuck off back to the kitchen, dismissed you with a grunt like he would have if any of the other servers had made the same mistake. He has bigger shit to worry about than some perceived fucking offence, but he finds himself pausing, drawing this little moment out for a lifetime before finally putting an end to it, “No.”
He jerks his chin, breaking the moment between the two of you to reach for the drink you’d set down before him, but still you don’t move, glancing between him and Oikawa like you’re afraid to move – as if you’re terrified that you’ve read this situation wrong and one wrong step and you’ll just make things worse. It’s so fucking endearing that he almost snorts, but it takes Oikawa’s voice, calm and level and almost kind to shake you out of your frozen state, “Run along now, cutie.”
You scamper off without a backwards glance, and if anybody notices Kyoutani watching you out of the corner of his eye while he nurses his drink, they have the better sense to keep their mouths shut about it.
And honest to god, it’s the last he expects to see of you. He’s not so stupid as to think you landed the job because you genuinely wanted it; people don’t end up in places like this because they have choices, they end up here because somebody somewhere along the line fucked up. 
This city’s filthy, full of irredeemable pieces of shit like him and it takes innocence like yours, chews it up and spits it out. If you were smart, you would have left after your little run-in with him, so why the fuck are you right back in their private room less than a week later, nails biting into your palm and resolutely refusing to meet his eye?
Oikawa’s busy rattling off a list of drinks he wants, but this time it’s Kyoutani who’s frozen in place, staring at you with a scowl that has you shivering even as you nod at the Oyabun. He knows Iwaizumi at least is watching him with some kind of morbid combination of curiosity and concern, can’t find it within him to care as you try and slip from the room, giving him as wide a berth as you can without it seeming rude–
Not wide enough. Before he even registers that he’s moved Kyoutani’s reaching out to grab your forearm – his grip not tight enough to hurt, just to stop you from running off on him again. And the little squeak that leaves your soft looking lips sends a ripple of something electric jolting down his spine, but you know better than to try and pull away.
God, he can feel your pulse racing beneath your skin, every terrified thump of your heart. It’s addictive, he thinks, the feeling he gets just from touching you. 
“Gimme a beer,” he grunts, waiting until you finally meet his eye.
The nervous little nod you give strokes some part of him he hadn’t realised existed. Kyoutani likes you like this; all timid and obedient. A little too much, maybe. 
There’s a sharp elbow in his side courtesy of Yahaba, and he reluctantly releases his grip on you, leaving you to scamper away once more. Cute.
Yahaba makes some snarky comment under his breath and he barely fucking registers it, fixated instead on the skin of his palm; still warm and tingling from your touch. His hands are rough, scarred and calloused, the skin over his knuckles split from another job last night, a little red and bruised – even as he tightens his fingers into a fist they sting just a little.
Guns have their purpose, he’s not against a knife if he’s feeling particularly fucking vindictive, but Kyoutani’s favourite has always been his fists. There’s something about the feeling of skin and muscle giving way beneath his blows, taking all that pent up rage and aggression and letting loose with his fists. It’s a kind of euphoria he’s never found anywhere else; not in women or men or drugs or alcohol. Nothing comes close to the feeling he gets straddling some pathetic piece of shit and beating the absolute fucking crap out of him.
Sometimes if he goes a few days without a fight, he gets a little jittery. Not like the tweakers do, it’s not withdrawal so much as… a building up of restless, rabid energy. He gets on edge, snaps more, lashing out over petty shit until some poor asshole makes the mistake of looking at him the wrong way and Kyoutani just fucking looses it.
He feels it now, that same burning itch under his skin. He’s never thought of his hands as anything more weapons, but touching you, the warmth of your skin, how smooth and soft it was–
Kyoutani wants to do it again. Wants to touch more of you. And he’s not so fucked up yet that he doesn’t realise how twisted this all is, how a guy like him doesn’t belong within a thousand miles of some sweet, cute innocent thing like you. But the world ain’t fucking fair; you’re here and for whatever reason Oikawa’s taken a liking to you and so whenever they’re at the club, you’re the one management send to make sure they’re happy.
And Kyoutani wonders, golden eyes burning a hole into your back as you hastily clear away their empty glasses, whether you realise that if any one of them asked for a dance or for you to get on your knees and blow them, you’d be expected to do that, too.
You might as well be on Seijoh’s payroll now, just be thankful that as far as that side of things go, they’re not the monsters that the rumours make them out to be.
Not that he hasn’t noticed Mattsun’s gaze drifting to your ass when you lean over the table to grab something, the older man shooting him a salacious wink when he notices he’s glaring.
Not that he hasn’t let his own imagination take hold, leaning up against the glass wall of his shower first thing in the morning. His fist pumping along his throbbing cock, wondering what it’d be like to see you on your knees, those pretty eyes full of tears, staring up at him as you swallow him down like the good girl he knows you are.
The thing is, he’s never made all that much of an effort to hide his feelings from the others. He doesn’t give a shit if it makes him the butt of their jokes, doesn’t care what they think about the way he watches you – his attention snapping towards you the moment you slip past the door, purposefully trying to avoid his gaze. Not that it ever does you much good. 
Oikawa hasn’t said shit, and that’s enough of a go-ahead as Kyoutani needs. It’s none of their fucking business anyway. 
You’ve managed to get under his skin, push him to the fucking brink when he goes more than a few days without seeing you. He knows you don’t want any part of this; that you’re still fucking terrified of him. Kyoutani’s never been one to chase after somebody who wants nothing to do with him – there are plenty of women more than willing to spread their legs for Seijoh’s big bad Mad Dog if he wants an itch scratched. There’s no good reason why he can’t get you out of his head, why you’ve sunk your teeth into him and refuse to let go – even when it’s clear that that’s so fucking far from what you intended with the blonde.
It doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, it doesn’t change shit; you’re his, whether you’re willing to acknowledge that or not.
And maybe he’s just living with his head up his ass, but he doesn’t quite realise how fucking inadequate this whole arrangement is until he needs a piss one night and ventures out into the club only to see some asshole trying to cop a feel and tug you down to his lap, his friends drunk and howling with laughter as you try to politely escape them. 
Distantly he registers that he recognises the piece of shit as some low level fucking drug lord who’s been all but sucking Oikawa’s dick trying to get a bigger piece of the pie, but in that moment, he honestly doesn’t give a fuck who he is.
Kyoutani just sees red. 
Nostrils flaring, steam practically pouring from his ears, he storms over. And adrenaline’s surging through him with every pounding beat of his heart, every synapse in his body’s electrified, ready to lay into this piece of shit for daring to lay a finger on what’s his.
He wants to beat him bloody, wants to fuck up his face – to whale on him until muscle and bone give way and there’s nothing left but bloody pulp where his head used to be. Him and his fucking friends.
But Kyoutani has his priorities, and he reaches you first, grabbing you by your elbow and ripping you away from them, a muscled arm curling protectively around your waist. And he’s deaf to whatever protests you have, to the excuses the pieces of crap in front of him offer up, can’t hear a goddamn thing over the pounding in his head as he fixes them with a snarl and all but drags you back to their room, shoving you less than gently in through the door.
“Stay here, don’t move until I get back,” he orders, and he loves you, he does, but when you open your mouth to argue, something inside of him tightens and snaps. He grabs you by the jaw, jerking your face up as he crowds in over you, golden eyes ablaze, “Not a fucking muscle, understand?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, crashing his lips down on yours to steal the kiss he’s been waiting fucking weeks for before stalking back out. 
Kyoutani is beyond caring about ramifications, Oikawa’s always given him a fairly loose leash to do as he pleases and if this is what puts an end to that so fucking be it; he’ll take you and go. But he hears Iwa and Mattsun on his heels and neither one of them are trying to stop him as he storms back towards the drug lord and his little cronies, so he figures the boss ain’t too fucking bothered with what he’s about to do.
And maybe if he’d had a clearer head, he might’ve found it funny how quickly the floor clears when he vaults the couch, grabs the asshole by the front of his silk shirt and heaves him forward, sending him careening face first into a table full of drinks. 
With the taste of you on his lips, the memory of this piece of shit’s hands all over you, Kyoutani doesn’t hold back. 
The others are gone by the time he, Iwa and Mattsun return, it’s just Oikawa casually leaning back in his seat, you sitting rigidly in the one beside him, his arm casually draped over the back of your chair. 
Kyoutani’s eyes flicker tensely between the two of you – he’s still on edge, still not right. He needs something more to feed that rabid fucking monster lurking beneath his skin, and his Oyabun knows it. 
Oikawa smiles genially, patting your knee for just a moment (and oh, how Kyoutani hates the flash of jealous rage that rears its ugly head when he leans over and whispers something in your ear) before standing up.
“Mad Dog,” he says, eyeing him with a shrewd look he recognises all too well. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” He nods at the two behind him and without another word the three of them exit, no doubt to try and smooth over the mess he’d just made.
Leaving Kyoutani alone with you.
And there’s a part of him that’s pissed off, because this was always gonna happen, but fuck, he was gonna make an effort. He’d wanted it to be nice for you… romantic, or at least as romantic as somebody like him was capable of.
You deserve that much.
His blood’s still thrumming, remnants of blind fury and jealousy and possessive need still burning through his veins. The fight wasn’t enough to sate him; it should’ve been – he’d left them in fucking pieces – but then again you’ve been toeing this line for a long, long time, and Kyoutani’s patience only goes so far.
He should at least take you back to his apartment, try and salvage this disaster of a night, but he knows deep down he can’t make himself walk out of here with you without taking what he needs.
He’s still not entirely in control, breathing hard as he stares at you, watches you fiddle with your hands in your lap, refusing to meet his gaze. “Stand up,” he says, his voice a rough growl.
On shaking legs, you obey, eyes flickering towards the doorway behind him, and distantly he wonders what you’re thinking. You’re foolishly naive, he’ll admit that much, but he doesn’t think you’re stupid. You know where this is going, and you must know that there is nobody and nothing that’s gonna stop what’s about to happen. Not even you.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and now he’s the one to draw in an unsteady breath. “Strip.”
You blanch, eyes widening in pure panic. And there’s a part of him that feels guilty, that knows he’s scaring you right now and hates himself for it, but any chance of rationality winning out fled the moment he saw somebody else put their hands all over you.
“Strip,” he repeats when you make no move to start taking your clothes off. “Or I’ll rip that pretty fucking dress off myself.”
Kyoutani adores that little catch in your breath, the way you bite down on your bottom lip as you give in, meekly reaching for the zipper at your back.
You’re so fucking beautiful, every mouthwatering inch of you. Tentatively, you glance up at him after your dress hits the floor, as if you’re hoping that that’ll be enough, that he doesn’t want to see all of you. Any other time, and the sight of you in your matching set of lingerie might’ve been enough to calm him, but it’s not what he needs tonight. 
His scowl deepens, and you’re clever enough to read between the lines. Your bra goes first, pretty lace panties joining the small pile of clothes on the floor a moment later. 
Good girl.
His eyes darken as he stares, hungrily taking you in. Soft tits, nipples pebbling under the cool air, he’s dying to touch them, suck on them, mark them up nice and fuckin’ pretty. The gentle swell of your ass, smooth, supple thighs he can’t wait to get his hands on, and that cute little cunt of yours, all his. His to play with, his to tease, his to claim. Fuck, this is better than all the images he’s conjured up of you in the heat of the moment, stroking his cock to get off with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He wants to compliment you, tell you how perfect you are, how cute you are – trembling naked in front of him, but he’s beyond words right now, hanging onto his control by a fucking thread as his cock twitches in his pants, all that blood rushing south.
You look like you’re about to burst into tears as you swallow, taking in a quick, hitching breath. “Kyoutani,” you begin in a soft, tiny voice–
And that last little thread snaps.
He’s on you before you can stop him, spinning you around and roughly slamming your hips up against the table. There’s no time to be soft or gentle, no time to even take off his pants, he just shoves them down to his thighs and reaches for his cock.
Fuck, he’d wanted to eat you out, to stuff you full of his fingers and make you cum on them first, get you nice and stretched out, but he’s still too wound up. Kyoutani needs to be buried inside of you, needs to fuck you – he’ll make it up to you afterwards, he swears it.
He’ll treat you like a fucking princess, just be good for him now. 
And the scream that shatters that calm night air should tear at him – he doesn’t want to hurt you, not ever, it’s his job to protect you – but he can’t focus on that when your pussy’s clamping down around his fat cock, a dizzying heat enveloping him as your walls flutter and squeeze against the unwanted intrusion.
It feels like fucking heaven. Kyoutani’s hands are everywhere; your tits, your ass, squeezing reassuringly at your hip when a broken sob leaves your lips. And he’s kissing at your shoulders, nuzzling at your neck even as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin, desperate to be as close to you as he can as his hips draw back and he pounds back in, grunting like a beast in heat.
He fucks you savagely, your hips slamming against the table with every thrust – there’ll be bruises no doubt, but he’ll look after those too. He swears to fucking god, he’ll take such good care of you. You’re gonna be his girl. You are his girl.
It’s easier than it should be to drown out your agonised cries and pleas for him to slow down, to chase his own pleasure within your tight, wet heat, his cock ramming up against your cervix with every stroke. 
He loves you, loves the feeling of being inside of you – fuck, Kyoutani doesn’t think he ever wants to leave. His fingers find your clit and you cry out, a shudder wracking your body that almost has him seeing stars with the way your pussy tightens and convulses around him in response. He loses his rhythm as he nears his end, hips jackrabbiting into your poor, abused cunt as his balls tighten.
You’re slick now, cunt drooling around him as he fucks you hard and fast, lewd slaps echoing out with every brutal thrust. Kyoutani knows he’s holding you too tight, knows it’s probably hurting but he can’t fucking care when he’s so close and you feel so fucking good–
His teeth sink into your neck as that blinding pleasure takes hold; his entire body seizing up, abs tightening as his orgasm slams into him. Kyoutani cums with a hissed snarl, crushing you against him as thick, warm spurts fill your perfect little cunt right up. He fucks you through it, a slow, lazy grind of his hips against yours as he milks his orgasm for all it’s worth, pressing gentle, soothing kisses along your collarbone while you sniffle and sob pathetically.
“Love you,” he grunts quietly – truthfully – letting your exhausted body collapse back against the table. And it’s now he regrets not having taken you home to do this on an actual bed, just so he could lie you down somewhere soft afterwards and curl up beside you. 
Still, there’s not much he can do but try and comfort you as best he can, rough fingers running soothingly up and down your back as he waits for you to calm down. He pauses after a moment though, staring oddly at his hands.
There’s blood smeared across his skin, caked under his nails, splattered up his tattooed forearms. And Kyoutani can’t help the satisfied smirk that tugs at his lips as he leans over to kiss your shoulder again, his cock still stuffed inside of you. 
Most of it isn’t his.
And the other guy got off far, far worse.
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seiyasabi · 3 years
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Enceinte
(This is a Yandere Amajiki x Pregnant Female Reader story :)) Please proceed with caution!
TW: Stockholm syndrome!, mentions of abuse! (not you), mentions of dub/noncon! (not you), !mentions of unsafe abortion! (not you), pregnancy!, !!!mentions of a suicide attempt!!!! (not you), captivity!, !lactation kink!, !breast milk drinking!, no sex but NSFW themes!, etc..
I hope you guys like this!) 
Tamaki’s large hand rubs your back soothingly, attempting to alleviate your current backache. He’s taken you on a ‘playdate’ with his friend’s darling, and the four of you are sitting in the jovial blond’s living room. 
“Everytime we see her, she just keeps getting bigger and bigger!” Mirio cheers, “How far along is she now?” He talks about you as if you aren’t there, causing you and your previously unwanted husband to become uncomfortable. The blond is definitely not a Yandere anyone would want; he’s controlling, sadistic, misogynistic, entitled-all things you’re happy that your Amajiki isn’t. It’s just another reason why you gave into him a year ago. 
“Mirio, pl-please don’t talk about (Your Name) like she isn’t here. You know it makes me uncomfortable,” The brawny man’s eyes flash with a dark emotion, causing you to lean in closer to the indigo haired man’s side. His friend scares you, and you can’t help but pray for his darling. The poor girl is always covered with bruises, littered with painful gashes, and just the thought of your friend being hurt by that monster brings a tear to your (colour) eyes. 
“Ah, it seems I forgot. Sorry Ama,” Your husband freezes up with further discomfort at his best friend’s use of your nickname. His blue eyes land on your rigid form, a small smirk on his thin lips, “How far along are you, (Nickname)?”
Your left hand is on your round stomach, your son kicking lightly at your touch, “We’re about seven months! I’m set to give birth in a few months,” A small smile is on your lips at the thought of your future child. Amajiki’s free hand places itself on top of yours, causing you to look up and give him a full on grin. Seeing that he was smiling at you as well, you place your head on his shoulder. He always knows how to make you feel better. 
“See, (Friend’s Name)? This could be us if you weren’t so stubborn,” Your husband interlaces your fingers together, squeezing reassuringly. He knows that his friend’s actions are somewhat triggering, especially because you know the things he’s done. Mirio lets out a wicked laugh, looking at the both of you with cruel eyes, “(Friend Name) here and I were pregnant a few months ago, after a long night of love-making,” Amajiki holds you even tighter, trying to stop your terror-filled shakes, “But someone was selfish. Someone decided to take a handful of pills, and now your mini Tamaki won’t have a friend. But don’t worry,” His large hands grip your friend’s thigh harshly, “We’ll try again. That’s the point of women, eh, Amajiki? Our own personal baby-makers?” 
Your teary eyes find (Friend’s Name)’s, your hand covering your mouth. You hadn’t seen her for a month, and you now know why. You also now know why her hands are covered with mittens, why her throat is wrapped with a shock collar, why she-
Tamaki stands up quickly, his hands gently guiding you onto your swollen feet. He wraps a protective arm around your waist once you’re fully standing, and he starts to guide you to Mirio’s yellow front door, “Ah, I-I think it-it’s time we go home. (Your Name) i-is sleepy, so-”
“Don’t worry about it, buddy! I totally understand. After all, good Darlings get nice privileges, and (Your Name) is one of the best Darlings I’ve ever met. She knows her place,” He stands to his feet, standing a good five inches above your very tall husband, “Come on, (Friend’s Name), let’s walk them out.”
The (Hair colour) girl struggles to her feet, her broken foot in a boot. She hobbles to the door in her house-wife esque frock, drawing a laugh from the sunny man. The sight hurts your heart so bad, that you have to look away. 
Once the other couple reach their front door, Mirio draws a large keyring filled to the brim with different coloured keys from his pocket, before inserting each one into the ten locks present on the painted wood. Once all are unclasped, he holds the door open with a boot clad foot. 
“You two have a good day! I’m sorry for (Friend’s Name)’s behaviour, I’ll be sure to straighten her out once you leave,” You hear her barely muffle a sob, making your lip quiver with your own sobs. Once outside, you hear the door slam shut, and hear a series of locking mechanisms go into place. 
“He’s gotten worse,” You hear Amajiki mutter, which is enough to send you into a breakdown. His muscular arms wrap you in a tight side hug, his own tears dripping onto your (hair/head). 
You cry for your friend and the person she once was. 
He cries at the monster his best friend has become. 
-
Tamaki was right, you ended up taking a nap the moment you got home. 
When you awoke, your back hurts even more than before, along with your milk filled tits. Massaging your sore chest, you sit up with a bit of trouble. At your last appointment, your doctor said your son was a big fella, and cautioned you against doing anything besides resting. This caused the already doting Amajiki to take up every chore and task you have. 
Right now, you can hear and smell him cooking your favourite meal, causing you to stand onto your wobbly feet. With one hand on your tummy and one on your back, you waddle towards your personal chef of a husband.
He’s currently leaning against the grey granite counter across from the stove, and when he sees your form struggling towards him, he rushes into action. Tamaki quickly sweeps you off of your feet, and brings you to your kotatsu couch. Gently placing you onto your preferred spot, he helps you place a few pillows behind you to help give you better back support. 
“Bunny, what are you doing out of bed? You could’ve hurt yourself,” He’s improved on his nervous stutter since you’ve fallen for him, warming your heart completely. 
“I’m sorry, Ama. I woke up with a backache and wanted a massage, but then I got hungry-” He loves listening to you ramble, you’re the most precious person he’s ever known. Especially when you ‘talk’ to your son. Sometimes he’d listen in and hear you coo about the cute outfits you found for him, or how his Daddy is a super cool hero, or how you can’t wait for him to come out so you can pinch his chubby cheeks, or- “Are you even listening?” He glances up, taking in your adorable pout, causing his face to go red. 
“Of course! I’ll give you a backrub after dinner, okay? Then we can take a shower,” You nod, allowing him to hurry to the kitchen to grab your food and utensils. 
He comes back at a lightning fast pace, he uses a few tentacles to juggle the (bowls/plates) along with the (chopstick/spoons/forks), side dishes, and toppings. 
“Go ahead and eat, okay? I’m sure you and (Son Name) are starving,” Giggling at his overeagerness, you give in to his demand. 
-
“-Is this pressure good? Let me know if it’s not,” Amajiki’s massive hands knead your aching shoulders, and rub down your pained spine. His thumbs massage the area around your ribs, trying to loosen your muscles to allow you to relax. You’re currently shirtless, clad in only your bra and your comfortable joggers.
“Mhm, you always know how to make me feel better, Ama,” He practically preens at your words, smooching the bare skin of your upper back. 
The massage continues, easing the pain in your back. Now, the only thing ailing you is your sore breasts. 
“A-are you okay, Bunny? You tensed up quite a bit,” You turn your head enough for him to see your comforting smile. 
“Yes, I’m okay. It’s just, uhm, oh man, this is so embarrassing,” Both of your hands cover your face to hide your flushing cheeks, sending Tamaki into a mini panic attack. 
“What is it? Is the baby giving you trouble? Do I need to take you to the hospital?” Seeing his panic, you try to turn to face him, but require his assistance to do so. His clammy hands grip yours as he brings you toward him. 
“No, Tama, it’s nothing serious, it’s just…” You look down in shame, “My, uhm, my breasts hurt,” Your voice trails off at the end, causing your husband not to hear you. 
“Wha-what was that?” Small tears group in your eyes, as your shame overwhelms you. 
“My boobs hurt! Please don’t make fun of me by making me ask again!” Seeing your distress, he quickly brings you into his embrace. 
“No, no, it’s okay! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you the first time, I swear! I’ll help you, Bun, there’s no need to cry. Here,” The indigo haired man unclasps your bra, allowing your tits to fall out somewhat harshly. Yelping at the ache, Tamaki tries to soothe you by holding your larger breasts up, alleviating the pain, “I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay,” You smooch his forehead, his entire face is bright red, “Please help me, I need you,” Your wet eyes and much larger breasts make your husband look away, trying not to become aroused. 
“Oh-okay,” His warm hands gently squeeze your teats, testing to see if that was enough pressure. A small moan leaves your lips, telling him that what he’s doing is helping. 
His hands knead your sensitive chest in a rhythmic fashion, slowly quelling the pain you were once suffering. 
Just when you fully relaxed, disaster struck. 
Two streams of thick milk spray from your teats, coating the front of his black shirt. You gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. 
“I’m sorry Ama! I-I didn’t mean to! It just-” Without missing a beat, the indigo haired man suddenly latches on to your nipple. His lips suck vigorously, trying to drink all of your yummy milk in one go. A loud moan leaves your lips, as you try to detach him from your leaking tit, “Wha-what are you doing?” A keen escapes your throat when he tweaks your other nipple, dripping your milk onto your joggers. His own moans vibrate against you, sending a flash of arousal to your pussy. 
Once he has his fill of your right breasts, he lets go with a small gasp, “Do-do you feel better Bun-Bun?” Now that you thought about it, yes, yes you do. So, you nod your head, mouth slightly agape. 
“Please, ‘Jiki! Please milk my other titty too!” He doesn’t say anything, before he latches on to your left nipple. Whilst he sucks, he lets his tongue flick your leaky teat, triggering a little more milk to spray out. You both moan, one of you in absolute lust, and the other in relief. The heavy, aching feeling of your breasts slowly fades away, leaving you feeling light and happy. 
Your hand runs through his soft locks, a sigh of pleasure going through your nose, “Thank you, Ama, you’re so good to me. I’m sorry if it doesn’t taste good-” He quickly releases your left nipple to kiss you on the lips. 
“Your milk is delicious, Bunny. I don’t think I can ever go back to cow’s milk ever again!” He fondles your enlarged chest, playing with your sensitive nipples, “I love you so much, (Your Name). Is it okay if I nurse with our son?”
You flush at his words, “Bu-but my milk’s for (Son’s Name), won’t he go hungry?” He shakes his head no, kissing you on the lips once more. 
“I asked your doctor for breast milk supplements, you’re going to have more milk than he’ll need! Please, Bunny! Please let me have more!” You can’t say no when he asks you so sweetly. Smiling at him, you nod. 
You know you should be upset that those ‘extra vitamins’ weren’t truly vitamins, but you can’t bring yourself to care. After all, he loves you so much that he wants to drink from you! 
So, when he reattaches himself to your right nipple, you pet him sweetly. 
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BNHA Gods AU - Thanatos - Shindou Yo
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GODS AU! - What kind of shitty god are you?
Pairing: Shindou You x Reader
Rating: Explicit, NSFW, Minors, DO NOT ENTER.
Warning: NSFW, Mentions of non-consent, slight blood/gore/murder,slight yandere.
Word Count: 2016
Authors Note: This was written in one night, I really wanted to make it in time for this collaboration despite everything going on right now. I hope you all can forgive me since this wasn’t proof read but hopefully you all can enjoy the Gods!AU Shindou!
GODS!AU Collaboration: Please check out the collab here from @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​
The age of gods was long over. They no longer walked this earth. No one worshipped them; they became the words of fiction and stories.
Let the gods guide you.
Live your life well and the gods may reward you.
Do not turn away from the path of good, lest the gods punish you.
Where were the gods when you needed them? When your mother had dressed you up as a pretty doll, when you smiled and jumped in the excitement of a new dress, and when she had shown you to a portly older gentleman. He took you, none-too-gently, and placed a bag of coins into your mother’s palm. She had left brusquely, curtly, and took care not to look you in the eyes.
How long had it been since then? Your childhood had gone by in the mess of yelling, screams, and scullery work. When you were old enough? You now lay on the floor with your clothing strewn apart, dried tears on your face and a voice hoarse from screaming.
This was a life where no gods deigned to visit—this was a place of vileness, sordidness, and loathsome men. You were nothing more than a commodity to them—they had no qualms about leaving you on this dirty floor.
God, you had prayed so many times. Save me.
You’d been delivered to them, lent like broken toy until they called the brothel master to fetch you.
You had been defiled too many times to believe that any God would help you now.
Where were you? What had they consecrated this time? They had laughed and they had jeered while you had cringed at the blasphemy they spewed. They had taken their belts to mark you, left you bleeding, and then poured acridly old liquid, “—better hope this fucking holy water works.”
“They would laugh at this.” You blinked away the tears, blinked to see the dormant idolatry of Thanatos nearby. You scrabbled at the ground, trying to find a perch to lay your hands on so you could get up. You winced at seeing the dried blood and spilt fluids. If there was a moment for Thanatos to judge you, this would be now.  
But would he?
Gods had come and gone, with nary a care. You tried to stand, tried to ignore the mess they had made, and you glared at the idolatry. “You didn’t stop this.” You pointed to the empty room – “You’re supposed to be some merciless, hateful god of death.” You scoffed, knowing it was pathetic. Here you were, reaching a level of desperation to talk to some useless piece of stone and an empty room like it would answer you. But all the resentment, anger, and bitterness spewed out – here and now— you hissing, “You’re a fucking piece of shit god.”
And yet.
“If my life was enough of a price, would you come here and now? Or am I too dirty for someone like you? You want a precious little girl, an innocent naïve little sheep?” You furiously took the idol, glaring before slamming it as hard as you could to the floor. Take that, you fucker.
You watched the idol shatter into pieces, the useless stone rolling away. You should fear your own blasphemy and yet… satisfaction had you feeling smug.
“My, my, that doesn’t seem very nice.”
Holy fuck. You whipped around—the room was empty. When had someone come in? You nearly screamed at the mysterious voice, your arms reaching out to blindly shove at the culprit while you stumbled backwards.
A masculine hand caught your arm, tsking at you and he emerged from the shadows with a disappointed look. You nearly fell backwards but his iron clasp had you standing upright.
“Who are you?” Shock and fear colored your tone, the smugness was fleeting as you look to the door, a door that hadn’t budged since the scraggle of men had left earlier. How did he get in? You looked at him, swallowing nervously, your gaze flitting up and down to make out this stranger in the darkness.
“You called me and yet, you still ask me?” He stepped further into the firelight… You looked up at this dizzyingly tall man, you could make out the messy, dark locks framing his chiseled face. But more so, you found yourself staring into eyes the color of pure jade. He was far too handsome, his features bold and brooding, the stubble on his face giving him a heathenish look. He was broad and lean, the muscles of his arms and chest visible through his disheveled shirt.
Someone who made you stop breathing.
“No.” You breathed— “You’re lying.” You called no one, he was here to take you back to the brothel, you tried to wrench your hand pathetically away. He couldn’t fool you, no matter how handsome he was.
“Calm down.” He pulled you into his chest, you were the one falling forward as he stopped your mewling struggles. You heard those words countless times; it had always preceded the acrid smell of chloroform…
“I don’t want to go back.” You choked out, letting your wrists fall slack. “I don’t want this.”
His voice lilted up, questioning. “Go back where?” You could almost believe the sincerity in his voice, the confusion, the perplexity of the situation. But people loved playing with you, toying with you in these games— men liked playing with women as if it were a game of cat and mouse. You curled your fingers into your palms, once again trying to suppress any kindle of hope—because you inevitably always were sold back.
Meanwhile, Thanatos, the god you had summoned with your blood, piety, and holy water—looked heavenwards in frustration. “Girl, speak your name.” He commanded—you answered obediently.
How? You didn’t mean to answer him.
“I am Thanatos. Now speak plainly. I’ve heard your desperate cry for help, for vengeance.” He leaned back against the stone table, tugging you into his lap. “Now can we dispense with the formalities? I’d much rather you call me Shindou instead.” You found yourself caged in—your chest against his bare one as he gestured for you to look up. “You summoned  me. And while I normally ignore mortals…” He let his hand fall loosely to your back—you stiffened, squirming—as his calloused fingers brushed against the filth on your skin, the torn scraps of fabric that hid nothing from his gaze.
“I was personally interested in this offering of yours.” You stilled. There had been no one in the room with you to hear your vitriol words—but this was the temple of Thanatos. Could it be?  “Oh. You don’t believe me?” You looked doubtful. Well he couldn’t blame you. His lips curved, expecting this reaction. He waved a hand in the air, letting the firelights flicker to black and purple flames, letting it dance across the room hauntingly for you. You watched transfixed. “But parlor tricks? A dime a dozen.” He said dismissively. He tapped the table, a prompt for the shadows around you to contort menacingly and snaking up your legs.
You jumped more into his arms, away from the strangely prying and invasive shadows as it crawled disturbingly high up your body.
“Girl, they’re simply an extension of me.” You could hear the humor in his tone, see the shadows snake away as he chuckled at your close contact with him. “But I suppose I can be nice for a bit.” He let the darkness recede and the orange firelight to flicker back.
“Now that’s settled, may I discuss your price?” You… took a moment to blink, to really focus on him. Something about him, the closer you were, was making your senses hazy. He seemed to realize, crooning gently to you. “Oh baby, I know gods are supposed to be tempting to mortals and all that but where’s the little spitfire that threw a little tantrum at me? I quite enjoyed it.”
The haze dissipated a bit. You… had thrown down the idolatry, you had committed blasphemy in the actual face of a god. You wanted to die, the shame overwhelming you. Thanatos—no, Shindou simply laughed though—“Baby, don’t think of me as one of the pious assholes. I don’t need you to prostrate yourself to me and those hopeless,” he waved at the ostentatious ornaments adorning the room, “piece of shit, ugly crap of me. I’m a lot more handsome in person, don’t you think?” You couldn’t disagree.
This kind of man—God, you corrected yourself—exuded charisma, aura, sexuality that vibrated with your own being. Like you were made for him, your body melted against his light touch.
“Demon got your tongue? I can fix that.” Shindou cradled the side of your face, leaning in to press a kiss. You gasped, giving him an opportunity for his tongue invade your mouth—ravishing and giving you no air to breathe. He reached down to anchor your hips against his, drawing you more into his lap and letting his hardness press into your dampened, slickened ache between your thighs.
But you were dirty and filthy. You pushed him, and he let you, you knew his strength far outstripped yours. “I can’t.” You shook your head. “You must’ve seen what happened…” It wasn’t just one disgusting man, it was many who had left you sticky and ruined with their fluids on your unwilling body.
Even now.
“Seriously? Shindou sighed. He tutted at you like a child—which as a mortal, you must’ve been. “I came all this way out for your offering, for this delectable and luscious body and you dare to impugn me with your sense of shame?” He cocked his head. “Like I didn’t know? All those men…” He parted your legs, let the sticky fluid drip. “All those men, and they didn’t break your spirit. You come to me, fiery and burning with revenge, and I answered your call. What could be more attractive than this?” Albeit… Shindou did frown. “I don’t care for those worms to mark what’s mine. I guess they all have to die, wont they?”
Your eyes widened… your words caught. You wanted to protest—the mocking feeling of horror should’ve come at the thought of such senseless murder and death…. But you could only feel the sense of relish, of pure desire to see the blood of your captors. You bit your lips, futilely trying to hide your anticipation and eagerness.
“Ah, that’s my girl. I knew you and I would get along.” Shindou pulled down the rags of your dress,  watched your nubile body pull close to his and you shivered—his hardness grinded against you—a god like this wanted you. You could hardly believe it. You whimpered as he bit down your throat, bit at the junction of your shoulders while you bled. He licked the bloody trail down your ample breasts, swirling his hot tongue around the hardened peaks and making you arch in muted pleasure.
“Oh no, you can’t stay quiet.” He let the shadowy tendrils return, let it wrap around your throat and craning your neck backwards. His hands traced over your slickened breasts, pinching, pulling, vibrating as you screamed in pleasure and pain. “Sounds quite nice.” He mused, condescendingly. His hands eventually travelled to your taut thighs, teasing the inside of them, and drawing them further apart.  His fingers brushed against the dirty cum—he didn’t care for it but he supposed he’d just have to fuck you enough so you’d be dripping with his own cum—all the more reason to cleanse this lustful, vengeful darling of a human.
He had waited for someone like you. Other gods deigned to have their innocent little virgins on their sacrificial alter.
He wanted a tainted, corrupted human whose lust rivalled their desire for revenge—a human he could turn into his little fuck toy of a god, one who would stand by his side as he ruled over mayhem, murder, and death. Preferably, begging for his cock and drunk on cum – not a bad start, he mused. Not a bad start.
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