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#not calling these their male and female forms cause i a

nymphoheretic · 1 year

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˜”*°•.˜”*°• Plaything •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Synopsis: You've been caught in his trap. And now you're his little plaything. The Upper Moon 4, Hantengu, more so you belong to the 4 clones.

Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count : 4.6k

Pairing : Hantengu (all four clones) x fem!slayer!reader

A/N: I have no words for this. It's basically straight porn and I know tumblr is gonna slap a label on it. So, check it out on my AO3(same name). I'll link it in my bio/pinned post.

Special thanks to @bleuboyfriend for beta reading it for me! You're amazing Luke!!

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You're not sure how it even happened. You were summoned to slay a demon that had been spotted in a village; only to find a cowardly little imp like Demon that was scared of its own shadow. Cutting its head off wasn't too difficult, but the result was devastating for you. The demon split into four clones of itself. Each one with a different demon blood art.

They cornered you and the green one, Karaku found you to be so very interesting. His clawed hand reached out and caressed your cheek before tipping your chin back. His tongue – marked with the Kanji "pleasure" – slipped past his lips and touched your lips, tasting them. A deep purr like growl rumbled in his chest as he speaks to his counterparts.

"It's been so long since we've been separated and had a little plaything. We deserve to have some fun, right, Sekido?"

His green Kanji branded eyes flickering down to your torn top – the swell of your breasts inviting him as his mouth watered when he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribcage. Your eyes dart from him to his three other counterparts. His fingers tilt your gaze back to his as he tilts his head down towards yours. “Ne, Sekido, can we have some fun with this pretty little slayer? Please?”

Sekido grits his fangs, his red Kanji branded eyes narrowing as he taps his staff on the ground, bolts of lightning sparking from underneath. His gaze cuts to your eyes and he can smell the fear that emits from you – saturating the air around them in its scent. He growls out, voice guttural and deep. “Only if Aizetsu and Urogi agree.”

Karaku grabs you in his claws and sits you down in his lap, easily pinning you against his chest as he spreads your legs. One hand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as the other dug its palm into your core, eliciting a moan from you. The sound was like heaven to his ears. Karaku’s tongue touches the shell of your ear before his fangs nip at it playfully. “Aizestu, Urogi, c’mon say yes. I wanna play with our new toy.”

“Get your hands off of m–” Your words die off in a moan when he rubbed two sharp clawed fingers over the damp spot forming over your panties.

“Hmmm, little plaything. You were saying?” He ground his fingers harder against the clothed little pearl of nerves, making you squeal out. “Just look at my counterparts. Hard just from watching us. You all should join. If not, I’m still going to have fun.”

Urogi’s control finally snapped as a feral grin spreads over his lips when your musky scent permeates his senses. His own tongue – marked with the Kanji “Joy" – flicks out of his mouth as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Fuck, she’s sexy. And we get to have fun with her. Don’t mind if I do.” When Karaku ripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, Urogi wasted no time diving his face between your thighs, his tongue curling through your sticky folds.

You arched your back, pressing your ass back against the other demon’s crotch, involuntarily grinding against his hard cock as the one with golden eyes feasts upon your center. It was ironic that the one with “pleasure” on his tongue was not the one between your thighs. You whimpered when Urogi’s tongue curled through your cunt, slurping messily as he sucked on your clit.

Aizetsu whimpered softly as his cock twitched against his thigh, rising to attention. He watched as his two more confident counterparts have their fun with the pretty slayer. “Karaku.” He said finally, his voice soft almost timid. “I think you should be the one eating her while Urogi fucks her throat.” His face flushed as he palmed himself through his pants. “And Sekido should use his blood demon art to shock her into submission as she takes his cock first.”

Karaku grinned. “That’s a great idea, Aizetsu!” He laid down on the ground, relaxing against the cool floor as his hair fanned out underneath him. “But I think I’d rather her ride my face while Urogi fucks hers.” Easily holding down your hips, he grabbed you and pulled you away from Urogi’s tongue, a string of slick mixed saliva connecting you to the avian-like demon.

Urogi pouted at having his fun ruined, but grinned at Aizetsu’s words. The little shy bastard has some good ideas in that sorrowful mind. He cackled as he fumbled with the tie that held his pants together as Karaku settled you over his awaiting mouth. His talons caressed your face, thumb wiping at the tear that threatened to fall. “You’re going to be a good little cocksleeve for us, right?”

Sekido growled at the softer, more timid counterpart as he tapped his staff against the ground once more. “What utter foolishness. Like I want to stick my cock in that little whore’s body.” But his hard cock betrayed his angry words as he listened to your saccharine moans while his counterparts had their way with you. His narrowed red eyes watched as your throat bulged as Urogi slid his cock in deep, the yellow-eyed demon giggling as you tapped his thigh.

Growling once more, he dropped to his knees, pulling his dick out of his pants and fisted it roughly. His fangs grit as his claws of his other hand found your hair and yanked your head back to force you to meet his eyes. “You should feel lucky that I’m willing to fuck a needy bitch like you.” His palm smacked against the meat of your ass, making your hips buck against Karaku’s eager tongue and forcing more of Urogi’s cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper around the thick girth on your tongue as you feel Karaku dig his claws in your hips, pulling you even further down onto his mouth. He slurped so noisily at your pussy as his tongue dug orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count. Your moans were muffled by Urogi as he thrust into your mouth without abandon. Another pathetic sounding moan vibrated in your chest when you feel Sekido’s claws dig into the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks.

Shame filled your body as your eyes darted around, searching for someone to help you, but they only found Aizetsu, who was calmly stroking his cock, pre leaking – oozing from the tip as his face flushed with a blush.

Aizetsu covered his face with his hand as he watched his counterparts. His voice was soft as he directed them on what to do. “Urogi, wrap your hand around her throat, choke her until she’s able to take all of your cock down her slutty little mouth. She doesn't get th breath if she doesn't. Kakaru suck on her clit more while using your tongue to fuck her hole. Sekido...” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he works his hand over his cock faster. “Prep her ass for your cock.”

Your eyes widened when Aizetsu told the red-eyed demon what to do. You try to shake your head, but Urogi had wrapped his talon around your neck, his hips snapping faster as he fucks more of his cock down your throat.

“Now, pretty little plaything. It's not nice to be distracted. Eyes on me.” He grins as he tightens his hand around your neck, relishing in the choke-like moans that vibrated around his length. When you shift those big teary eyes back to his, his tongue fell from his mouth as he curled it in the air. “That’s the fucking look! Cry more, slayer!”

You could feel Sekido’s sharp claws dig into your flesh as he lowered his face between your thighs, his tongue slipping out to trace the ring of your puckered little hole. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Sekido’s tongue was hot – hotter than Karaku’s. It felt like currents of electricity were shooking up and down your spine.

Karaku flicks your clit, scraping it with his fangs as his fingers slip over your clenching hole. He lifts you off his face for a moment to stare up at your face. “Aww, is the pretty little slayer crying?” He cooed condescendingly, “Such a good girl you are.” His praise sounded fake as he pushed his fingers past the first ring of muscles of your dripping pussy. “Oh? Maybe I should call you a slut? Or our little cocksleeve whose only purpose is to be fucked by four demon cocks?”

Moaning around Urogi’s cock at Karaku’s filthy words, words that sounded like they were dipped in honey to your hazy mind. His fingers thrust up into you twisting and turning until they found that spot that made your body twitch and wreath above him. “That's the spot. Come on, let go for me. Cum on my tongue. I take pleasure in it.” Karaku mocked as he licks your cunt with the flat of his tattooed tongue.

“Shit, Karaku. Her throat tightened up when you did that.” Urogi’s cock twitches on your tongue as his talons tangle in your hair, pulling you even further down on his girth. “Fuck, gonna cum down this nasty throat. That what you want? My cum painting that greedy mouth of yours?” His smile was beyond feral as the talon around your neck tightens to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

Sekido growled as you ignored him in favor of his counterparts. His tongue circled the flesh of your asshole before pushing past that tight ring and wiggling inside. “Don’t fucking forget about me, nasty bitch.” He used his blood demon art to send streaks of lightning through your body, making you convulse and shake – the feeling making your body release your juices on Karaku’s tongue.

“Did I fucking say you could cum, dirty slut?” Sekido removed his tongue, fangs biting deeply into the roundness of your cheeks, nails digging into your flesh. He relishes in the fact that you had to pull away from Urogi to scream out from the painful pleasure of his abuse of your ass. Your blood trickled down his throat and he moaned a little at the taste of it. It was sweet – a potent elixir that coats his tongue. “Fucking delicious.”

Aizetsu whimpered as he stroked his cock, his hand still covering his blushing face. His balls felt heavy as his length twitched against his palm, precum dribbling down the leaky tip. He was trying his best to remain calm, telling them how to please you. Aizetsu was shy, but even he had a limit on how much he could take – and he was approaching it. “Karaku, fuck her pussy hard, but don’t cum inside. Sekido, stop teasing her and give her your cock too. Spread her ass and spit in it. Urogi, have her suck your balls.”

Urogi eagerly did as Aizetsu told him, fisting his cock as he tilted your chin to stare deeply into your teary eyes. “Fuck, I love that you're being such a fucking crybaby and we haven’t even fucked you yet.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, talon scraping over your tongue. “You heard Aizetsu. Open up.” Urogi grinned as he placed his balls on your tongue and tossed his head back and lets out a mewl when your lips closed over them to suckle. “Such a good fucking whore you are.”

Karaku licked his lips clean of your sweet essence as he slid you down his chest, a trail of your slick coating his skin until his throbbing cock nudged at your hole. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm pussy gliding over his length. “Gonna fuck you so good. You gonna be a good little toy and take my cock all the way, yeah?” He lined the sticky tip up with your dripping hole and pushed inside with a low moan.

Sekido spread your ass cheeks, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your twitching little hole. Gathering a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, he lets it slide down past his lips to drip down into the crack. He used his thumb to smear it around and slowly pushed it inside to lubricate it more. Sekido lined his cock up with your tight hole and slowly pushes past the ring of muscle. “Tight ass bitch. Let me inside.” He growled as he gripped your hips tightly, claws threatening to rip your skin again.

You stiffened at the pain of being stretched so full by two cocks, the burn almost unbearable. Your moans were muffled by Urogi’s balls still suckled between your lips as he stroked his cock above your face. You whimpered as you felt them taking alternating thrusts inside you, touching the deepest part of you. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you could feel your body reacting to them, clenching down on them.

Karaku grinned as he felt your walls flutter and hug his dick tightly, sucking him in deeper. His finger squeezed in between your bodies to toy with the sensitive pearl of flesh. He watched as your back arched against him, shoving more of your ass back onto Sekido’s cock Laughing when he felt your nails dig into his chest like that would make him stop. “You’re so cute, slayer, but Aizetsu said to fuck you hard...” Karaku planted his feet on the ground more firmly, his claws digging into your thighs as he grabbed you tightly. “So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Sekido grunted as he snapped his hips roughly, bullying his fat cock deeper into your tight ass. A growl left him as your warm heat wrapped around him, hugging him so tightly. “F-fuck...” He whined softly, his face scrunching up from the pleasure. “Squeezing my dick like this. You must want me to fucking cum in your ass. You’re such a filthy little cumslut.” He grabs your hips so tightly, nails digging into your flesh and causing fresh blood to drip down onto Karaku’s waist.

Urogi’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and curled into the air as he laughed loudly, his cock throbbing at the sight of your tears. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking up at me with that face. Those fucking tears make me so hard. You want that? For me to cum on your face like the needy whore you are?” His voice shudders as his hand speeds up. “Or you’d rather I cum down the fucking throat, plugging up your nose so that you have no choice but to swallow?”

Before you could even answer, Aizetsu made the decision for you. “Make her swallow it, Urogi.”

“You heard him! Open up!” The yellow-eyed clone giggled as he pushed his cock back between your lips, dragging the throbbing hot flesh across your tongue. The tip hit the back of your throat and Urogi howls with pleasure as he grabbed the sides of your head to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth.

Aizetsu’s face was flushed even as his blue eyes darkened – his control was wearing thin as his cock throbbed with the need for release. His hand wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside your snug little pussy. He wanted to be the one to fill you so full of cum that it caused a bulge in her belly. Aizetsu bit his lip, fangs piercing the plump flesh and blood dribbled down his chin – which he quickly licked away. Soon. He’d let his counterparts finish first.

Karaku’s hips meet yours as his cock bullied your insides, his tongue out to show the kanji etched on it as his eyes zero in on the way Urogi’s dick bulged in your pretty throat. “Fuck you’re taking all three of us so well.” His fingers tighten around your thighs – they were sure to leave bruises behind, marking you as his. Karaku grit his fangs as his balls slap against your cunt, cock tingling with the tale-tell signs of his release.

He had half an inkling to ignore Aiztesu’s command and cream this drippy little pussy of yours with his cum, paint your deepest parts in his color. But he was kinder than that. Aizetsu has been telling them just how to pleasure you, all while edging himself. “Go ahead.” He leaned up and nipped at your collarbone, sucking at the skin to leave more of his marks behind. “Cum on my cock. Soak it. Y’know you want to.”

Sekido threw his head back, hair fanning out as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Your tight little ass was giving him so much pleasure. His balls tightened as his dick throbbed and swelled inside. “Fucking bitch. Gonna cum in this filthy ass of yours. You’re just a fucking cumdump for me, got it?”

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” Urogi grins as his talons pinched into the skin of your cheeks as he thrust in and out of your drooling mouth. “Take it! And don’t waste a drop!” With a few more deep thrusts, his hot milky seed filled your throat at such rapid speed that you had no choice but to swallow or choke.

Karaku moans loudly as his hands leave your thighs to squeeze your breasts as he felt you tighten and clench down on his cock as he found that sweet spot, pressing on his repeatedly until he felt you shaking and trembling. “Give it to me, pretty little plaything. Soak me in your juices. Let me see you make a mess like the good little slut we’re training you to be.”

You tossed your head back as you let out a loud cry. “Oh fuck!” You screamed as you came hard on Karaku’s dick, rings of cream frothing around the base as he continues to fuck you through your high. “I...I can’t. Please stop.”

Sekido grunted as he slid his cock out and pushed it in deep – stretching the tight muscles into his shape. “Shit.” He grit his fangs tightly as his claws cut into your skin once more. “Tch.” The red-eyed clone scoffs at the feeling of your blood coating his fingers. Taking his hand, he grabbed your cheek and forced your lips to part. “Suck your filthy blood off my fingers, bitch.”

The metallic taste that covered his fingertips coats your tongue as Sekido fucks into your tight hole with fast deep thrusts as Karaku’s mouth sucked on your nipples, his fang scrapping over the swell of them as his own thrust began to grow more and more sporadic.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Karaku moaned as he slammed into you once, twice, three more times before he pulled out and fists his slick covered cock. “Shit...” Cum paints your lower stomach and thighs as he finished and breathes heavily as your slick pussy lips grind over his half mast dick because of Sekido’s brutal thrusting.

Sekido grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch for him as he fucked your ass with fast, hard snaps of his hips. His cock tingled and swelled inside you as he felt his end nearing. “Slutty ass bitch. You gonna cum from me fucking and filling your ass with my seed? I bet you are.” His teeth grit from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you clean the blood off of them. “Fucking...I’m cumming. Cumming...!” He snarled as he came hard, spraying your insides with his hot cum.

You moaned like a cat in heat from the feeling of Sekido filling your tight, puckered hole – it creamed around his cock because it was so much. You collapsed on top of Karaku, chest heaving. “No...” you swallowed. “No, more.”

Karaku runs his claws soothingly over your back, his grin never leaving his face as he heard Aizetsu slowly making his way over to where you were. “But you only took three of us. There are four of us.” He reminded you as the shy blue-eyed clone pulled you up and into his arms.

Aizetsu cupped your cheek as he lifted you up against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips found yours as his tongue seeks out yours. He swallowed your muffled cries and ignored your fists as they pound against his chest. He lined his weeping cock up with your hole, lifting your hips easily.

“Wait a second, Aizetsu. I ain't get a turn to fuck her.” Urogi said as he flew over to the two of you. “Lemme have her ass.”

Hands spread your ass cheeks, cum still dripping out of the tight hole of your ass. “This ass?” Aizetsu whispered as he slid inside your pussy with one fluid movement, your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you moaned so beautifully for him. “G-go a-fuck-ahead.”

You let out a shocked gasp when the yellow-eyed avian-like demon let out a cackle as his talons wrapped around your shoulders as he lined his cock up with your still twitching hole as Aizetsu slowly thrust up into you. “No, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Aizetsu turns your face back to his, his tongue – the Kanji “sorrow” etched into the pink muscle – sliding out to lick at the tears that gathered in your eyes. “You can, pretty slayer. Aren’t we making you feel so good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, please?”

Urogi ignored your pleas and pushed the fat tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles, his knees buckling a bit. “Fuck, you’re so god damn tight. Such a horny thing.” He licked a line up your back, tasting the sweat that covered it. “You love having two cocks in your tight ass and cunt, right?”

Karaku felt left out and walked over to where his counterparts were and grabbed your hand. “C’mon pretty slayer, touch me too.” Wrapping your fingers around his cock, he used the movements from the other two thrusting up onto you to fuck your fist.

You wrapped your other arm around Urogi’s neck, nails digging into his back as he and Aizetsu pound into you. You could tell the difference between the two by the pace. Aizetsu was slow, methodical and careful – building up an orgasm out of you. While Urogi fucked into you at an animalistic pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. Your mouth dropped open into a series of drawn out curses, nails digging into Urogi’s back as the other squeezed Karaku’s cock.

“Oi, human!” Sekido growled out, not liking that he was the one left out now. “You got one more hole, let me–” He started to take a step towards them, his cock bobbing as he moved when all three of his counterparts glared at him.

“We wanna hear her.” They growled. The sounds of your moans were like the sweetest of sounds to their ears and they wanted to hear it more and more.

Aizetsu angled his hips so that his thrusts were deep, the thick tip fucking against your cervix with each precise thrust. His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of your pussy quivering around him. “Please. Need for you to tell me that I’m making you feel good, slayer. I need to hear it.”

Each word of his last sentence was punctuated by a deep thrust and your head fell back against Urogi’s shoulder. “Fuck! You’re making me feel so fucking good.” You gave into the hypnotic spell Aizetsu was lulling you into with his gentle and tender touches.

Urogi laughed as he picked up speed, his balls starting to tighten with the threat of his release. “You’re damn right we are.” His feathers ruffled when your nails dig into the skin between them. “H-hey...” He mewled. “Not the wings.” The avian-like demon lets out a screen when your hand grabs the downy feathers near the base of his wings. A shudder goes down his spine as his dick swelled inside you as it began to paint your walls with his thick cum. “Fucking dammit...”

Karaku watched as Urogi fell to his knees, his cock popping out of you as he did so. Aizetsu took that time to turn you around, hands wrapping under your thighs so that he could easily lift you up and down on his cock. “Don’t mind if I do.” He shoved the yellow-eyed clone out of the way as his lips attached to your clit.

The scream you let out was like music to them as Sekido begrudgingly walked over to use your hand to stroke his cock to completion. Your other hand wrapped around Aizetsu’s neck as you moaned those sweet sounding cries in his ear, encouraging him that he was still making you feel good. His lips nuzzled your ear as his voice rumbled, “Cum for me. Let me feel you soak my cock. That way I really know I’m making you feel good.”

“Yeah, our pretty plaything. Cum for Aizetsu and let me taste it. You can squirt, right?” His tongue swirled on your clit, teasing it with the tip as the blue-eyed clone thrust into you so deeply that your body jerked, hand tightening around Sekido’s cock.

“Fucking shit, bitch.” Sekido cursed, the tip drooling with pre as he felt his balls draw up, the telltale sign that he was about to cum. He fucked your fist faster, the slick sounds of it echoing in his ear. Sekido lets out another grunt before he spilt his seed, coating the top of your fist with it. “Making me cum like that...you’re such a whore...” he panted.

Aizetsu bounced you on his cock, determined to make you cum – to make you squirt so hard you passed out from the pleasure. His fangs grazed over the shell of your ear before he stuck his tongue in your ear as he felt you tighten up on his length. “Just let go and be our plaything.” He whispered.

Your back arched like a cat as you felt your thighs tremble, clit throbbing on Karaku's greedy tongue. Your chest heaved as your body convulsed, cumming hard, squirting – the hot clear liquid drenching Karaku’s face and dripping down Aizetsu’s thighs.

“Good fucking girl.” The green-eyed clone praised after he swallowed what he was able to catch on his tongue.

Aizetsu let out a whine as he trailed his tongue down the length of your neck before biting down gently on your pulse point. His thrust sped up until he was pounding into your soaked pussy. “Oh fuck. Oh shit...” He whimpered, tongue lapping at your pulse as he felt his cock twitching. He wasn’t to last much longer. “Gonna cum. Gonna cream this pussy. Say that’s what you want. Please tell me you want my cum.”

In your hazy fucked out mind, anything he said sounded heavenly. You mewled out weakly, “Want your cum. Give it to me.”

No sooner than those words left your throat, Aizetsu gave you a few more deep, cervix kissing thrusts before his hot cum spilled over inside your needy cunt. “Take it. Take it all.” He whined out as he fucked it deeper into you. “You’re our plaything now.”

Even you had to agree, You’ve become the plaything of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu – no, the four clones, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, and Aizetsu.

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GOJO SATORU WAKES YOU UP - (smut)

Scenario: Gojo Satoru promised to help you wake up on time and fix your sleeping schedule. He decides to use his own methods. (SMUT).

Word Count: 3,890.

Content / Trigger Warning: female reader (she/her), somnophilia, cunningulous, finger sucking, gagging, tasting of oneself(?), fingering, squirting, praise, a little bit of degradation / humiliation, a sprinkle of possessiveness, hair pulling, marking with hickies, pet-names, slight size kink, gojo being hot?

Please let me know if i missed anything - if i have, it’s genuinely unintentional.

Note: As you can see, I'm slowly getting back into writing cause I miss it. So it might be a liiiiittle bit rusty. This is my first Satoru piece! I plan to write many more. This isn't proofread / edited - So please just ignore any mistakes lkdfgfd. I also tried to follow the aesthetic trends of how everyone posts their writing pieces?? Editing is hard. I hope someone reads this and likes it (: Please let me know if you do!

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Satoru’s warm gaze never left the bed. Even as he blindly wraps the leather strap around his wrist, long fingers sliding the strap through the metal half circle, prick poking into the hole and tightens the watch. He decided to let you sleep in for an extra hour as he prepared himself for work. It’s difficult for the tall male to not indulge in spoiling you, especially when you look so cute curled up and drool seeping out onto the pillow.

Still…. He made a promise to both himself and you that he’d help you improve your sleeping schedule and limit sleeping in. It pains his heart whenever he watches you get upset from wasting hours of your day. Satoru gently sprays his cologne, dabbing it against the sides of his neck and wrists before setting the fancy-looking bottle down amongst your many that he’s purchased for you. He checks the time on his watch, already unbuttoning the few buttons of his white dress shirt. It’s 8:10 AM and he has to leave soon.

The white-haired male opts out on waking you up in a usual loud-playful manner of his. Simply because, well, you’re looking too cute. Just how you manage to coax him into letting you sleep in without even having to lift a finger. Satoru approaches the shared bed, feet silent against the carpet floor before he lowers one knee against the mattress, feeling it sink beneath his weight as he leans down, large hand sliding from your waist to hug around your stomach.

“Baby, it’s time to wake up..” Satoru speaks softly, voice his usual low and soothing. He scatters kisses against your bare shoulder, fingers gently brushing against your stomach before his palm presses against it. You only stir a little in your peaceful slumber, curling up further and pitifully trying to pull the blankets over your head. Satoru snorts, endeared by how you are just not a morning person at all. His loving attempt was a failure and he watches as you continue to sleep, wondering what you’re dreaming about.

Strands of white hair fall over his crystal blue eyes as he presses his bigger form against you, almost smothering you but he keeps his weight off of you, trying to peek at your face beneath the blankets. “If you wake up now, I’ll take you out for breakfast.” Satoru offers, hands on your body stopping as he waits to see if that temptation would have gotten a response. Nothing. Only soft breathing. ‘How can someone be such a heavy sleeper’, he thinks in almost disbelief. Satoru rolls his eyes before he stands up at the edge of the bed, hands tucking into the pockets of his black slacks. The sadistic, playful side within him calls to rile you up in the early morning by yanking the blankets and dragging your body off of the mattress but…

His heart just squeezes at the sight of the bundle of blankets forming barriers around you. Nothing is tucked in tightly, thanks to the fun last night and so instantly, an idea pops into his head. He has access. Satoru is often fantasizing about you. Hell, it feels like it’s every second of the day. It’s a miracle that he’s even able to focus on work or crack a joke to annoy his co-workers. Satoru is just the best at multi-tasking and right now, he craves to devour you and wake you up… eventually. Technically it’s multi-tasking.

Satoru bends over, lifting the blankets up cautiously from the bottom until he could see your bare legs. His heart begins to thump faster with excitement at the thought of touching you when you’re at your most vulnerable; cock twitching in his slacks. He flicks the blankets over to keep your legs exposed, hands rolling up the sleeves of his tight fitted dress shirt before he lowers his upper body onto the mattress, one hand guiding the blankets over his head until he finds himself trapped between your legs, hungry gaze falling onto your pussy.

Even with the darkness clouding around him from the blankets, Satoru can see everything. Your cunt already lightly coated in a light sheen of slick. Appearing so inviting for the taller male. He groans quietly, large hands cupping the back of your thighs and pauses for a moment. You don’t even squirm from the new touch. Whatever you’re dreaming about must be good. That, or your trust in him is so deep that it reaches sleep. He guides your legs over his broad shoulders, shifting himself so his knees are planted on the carpet, the length of your legs staying over his shoulders as he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, tongue sliding out to teasingly dance across your smooth skin. His love-marks from last night only encourage him, lips latching onto your warm flesh to suck harshly to form another; now starting to feel you squirm a little.

You whine softly in your sleep, trying to roll onto your side but it fails as his strength easily keeps you flat on your back; body thinking nothing of it as you continue your peaceful slumber. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, though lips curled in amusement. “A sleeping beauty, all mine for the taking.” Satoru mumbles beneath his breath, fingers squeezing your flesh roughly before inching up until his long index finger glides between your folds. It slides so easily. Wet, already. He groans, pressing his crotch against the edge of the bed to try and contain himself. Invading your wet needy cunt with his cock would definitely wake you up but he thinks you need to earn it and you’re unable to do so in such a slumber.

Satoru is always in absolute awe when it comes to the sight of your pussy becoming so easily aroused just from his touch. Even as you sleep. Two of his fingers continue to cautiously glide up and down between your slick covered folds, grinning a little at noticing your thighs quivering from the careful touch. Even your hole clenches around nothing in response, desperate to be filled. Your eyebrows furrow, tilting your head into the pillow to lazily nuzzle against it in your sleep, inhaling the scent of the white-haired male that lingers. “Fuck, baby..” Satoru mumbles, two of his fingers pressing against your folds until they part to reveal your sensitive clit and needy hole. Strings of slick become visible and Satoru is always easily tempted. He drags his tongue between to break the strings, pleased by tasting you further.

With silent frustration towards the blankets hiding your face, Satoru swiftly yanks them off until the pair of you are exposed, blankets discarded on the floor. He coos mockingly as you begin to shiver from the cold. “Poor baby girl, needs warming up.” He whispers, toned arms wrapping around your thighs to keep them in place over his shoulders. Your inner thighs squeeze against his face, piercing blue eyes focusing on your sleeping face as he quickly dives in to devour you, growling lowly. His lips pressing sweetly against your sopping pussy, wet muscle dragging between your folds, moans muffled as he taste your sweet juices on his daring tongue. His mind going wild with the idea of what he could do to you as you sleep so deeply. It tempts him so much that Satoru thinks of testing further other times.

A whimpering moan parts from your sleeping lips, face scrunching up as pleasure spreads through your body from your core, fist bunching the sheets up. You stir in your slumber only slightly and for once, Satoru is glad you don’t wake up instantly. He feels powerful, being able to touch and kiss you when you’re completely vulnerable but still feeling the absolute bliss that is his tongue. Short nails dig into your thighs, pressing his face further between your legs as his open mouth makes out hungrily with your cunt. He could barely breathe from how firmly he’s pressing his face into your core, only inhaling the scent of your sex. His tongue laps up your sweetness before he leans in to press sloppy kisses to your throbbing clit, sucking harshly and tongue rubbing against the bud until he feels your legs tense up and tremble, pitifully trying to contain the ecstasy you begin to feel from his eager mouth never parting from your lower lips.

Tongue swirls around the nub lightly between his needy kisses, juices smearing across his handsome face. Blindly, your hand reaches down towards the source, fingers threading through his white hair. You begin to wake up. Slowly. Not truly able to get out of your slumber but, you feel the sweet pleasure wash over you constantly and your mind begins to seek for answers. “A-Ah… Wha— Nn…” You moan out, unable to form words from the cloud of sleepiness hanging over your head. What is going on? Something feels so good… You could barely lift it off of the pillows, eyes glancing down. You feel face get hot when realisation starts to hit you; Satoru is gazing back up at you. The piercing blue eyes wide and manic with a mixture of excitement & hunger. He’s eating you out like a starved man.

Satoru barely lifts his mouth to speak, voice dripping with lust and sounding breathless. “Good morning, princess. Finally awake, huh? Took me to touch your needy cunt for you to wake up? Filthy. My dirty little slut, hm?” The degrading words slip out through a teasing purr, prompting your free hand to pathetically try to cover your face. You feel your heart flutter, head dizzy with lustful thoughts. Drowsiness hands over your head but, it doesn’t stop your cravings starting to form. You couldn’t deny that the sadistic ways Satoru shows only causes your pussy to clench around nothing; wishing to be stretched out by his thick, pulsating cock.

“Nn, ‘toru, please—”

“No cock for you.”

He could practically read your mind by knowing you too well. That’s what you get for refusing to wake up in the first place, you suppose. Especially since you begged him to help you fix your awful habit. Satoru may love to spoil you, shower you in love and pleasure but, he can be almost scary with how firm he is with punishments. This isn’t the worst and so you accept it. You pout sleepily, eyes droopy as you watch the tall male bury his mouth against your wet cunt against, flustered by the sounds of just how excited your body is. It’s an addicting sight to see. A tall man lapping up your slick, groaning quietly from the delicious taste of you. He could taste you for hours on end if he could. Moans of his name part from you as you feel his tongue rub relentlessly against your pulsing clit, slurping loudly as his lips move against your folds, drinking every drop that dares to seep out. “Fuck, you taste so good.” Satoru groans, lips dragging down until his tongue teases your hole. You see stars, gasping sharply as you pull on the strands of his silky white hair.

Satoru groans from the ache he feels, head tilting back away from your hand to feel more of the painful tug, tongue licking over your fluttering hole, gently prodding at it. You anticipate it and, that’s why Satoru pulls away. He’s kneels up and grins down at you, admiring the way your body trembles so cutely beneath him. Your slick is dripping down his chin, coating his lower face. Your face falls from the loss of pleasure, attempting to whine in complaint. “Satoru, come on…” It does nothing, asides from making his cock strain even further against his slacks. Satoru takes his sweet time, wiping his face with his hand, watching as a string of your mess connects his fingers together.

“Dirty girl.” He comments before bringing his hand towards your face. “Open wide.” Satoru orders, voice smooth and instantly, you part your lips to happily take his long fingers into your mouth. Even this is spoiling. Satoru knows you have a wild fetish for his hands and so, if it’s not his cock that you can take; you’ll eagerly take his fingers down your throat. Your needy moans are muffled as you suck your own sweetness off of his fingers. The pads of his fingers press against your soft wet muscle, sliding them further down and watches intently as you swallow around them, his gaze darkening. Your throat muscles constrict around the invasion, causing you to gag audibly but you continue to suck like the filthy whore you are for this man.

“So good for me, aren’t you? Taking everything I give you.” He speaks soothingly, his free hand caressing your stomach. His other hand continues to slide long, slender fingers in and out of your mouth. You whimper, looking up at him with an ‘innocent’ gaze as you continue to obediently suck, only able to taste yourself, few droplets escaping down your chin. Satoru feigns calmness, checking the time on his watch. You couldn’t help but think how hot it is when he even checks the time. You’ve fallen that deep for the tall male. He’s definitely going to be late to work. Frankly, he doesn’t fucking care. They need him more than he needs them. What he truly needs? You. Always. Every shape and form. Still, this isn’t about him and so with every fibre of his being, Satoru ignores his cock, even though it throbs badly & craving to be touched.

“If you promise me to wake up properly when I wake you, I’ll let you come.” Satoru promises, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, thumb swiping gently against your lower lip. “P-Please, I promise! I’ll wake up on time, I swear.. I’ll listen to you, always. Please.” You beg, voice raspy from the lack of talking and having fingers deep down your throat. “Okay, baby~.” He coos, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your soft tiers, unable to deny how cute you are when you beg for him. You could smell is heavenly cologne gently waft over you from how close he is. One of your favourite scents. “Still, no cock.” He whispers breathlessly against your lips, hand trailing down to between your legs. You pout at him from denying you his cock once more, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.

He lovingly rubs his nose against yours, obliging your clinginess by keeping his bigger form pressed against you in an embrace, scattering kisses against your jawline as his long fingers meet your needy core once more. He doesn’t tease you by dragging out his time with you, two of his fingers rub against your quivering hole before finally pushing in slowly. They slide in so easily. Even if it’s just his fingers, Satoru groans at the feeling of your tight, velvety walls cling around his digits, squeezing. Your breathing becomes erratic from feeling the sweet stretch around his digits; nothing compared to the entire length of Satoru’s thick cock but, his fingers still feel so heavenly inside of you. You briefly wonder if you could just live your life with a part of him always inside of you.

You’re clinging onto him, upper body rising off of the bed and his free arm wraps around you to keep you pressed against him, soft lips still attached to your jawline, sucking firmly enough to leave a bruise. Another possessive mark to wear with pride. His long fingers pump deep inside of you, feeling them drag along your warm slick walls as they push in and out. Moans just spill from you and Satoru feels so damn aroused just from how needy and precious you sound. Your slick already dripping onto the sheets as he continues to pound his fingers into your tight cunt roughly, angling them until—

“Oh!” You gasp sharply when a jolt of ecstasy rushes over your entire body, upper body jerking upwards from the sudden sensation. Satoru knows where to find your sweet spot quickly and is already eager to abuse it until he witnesses pretty tears in your eyes, sobbing his name out over and over like your own prayer. The white-haired male keeps you trapped beneath his large frame, plunging his fingers desperately, rubbing against your g-spot and keeping his blue eyes focused on your visage. Fuck, it really turns him on to see your face scrunch up and mouth hanging open as you’re unable to contain yourself, crying out for him.

You choke on a sob, toes curling against the crinkled sheets and bare breasts jiggling from the impact of Satoru’s fingers moving, encouraging your hips to move as you grind down onto them. You feel complete bliss, not able to feel flustered like usual from the wet squelching sounds of your throbbing pussy. Pleasure in the form of electricity just shoots through your body, trying so hard to contain yourself by tensing up. Satoru knows you’re pathetic when it comes to that. It’s adorable, really. He enjoys watching you try to hide how good it feels before you’re babbling out his name, screaming for him.

Just as you are now. From his fingers alone. You bite down on his shoulder, trembling hands holding onto him as you cry out for him, tears glued to your long pretty lashes. Your stomach is feeling so hot and tight, throbbing walls clenching around his relentless fingers. “Sweet girl, need to come?” Satoru chuckles softly, warm breath fanning against the side of your face. The free arm holding himself up aches a little but that is nothing compared to his strength. Though, he knows you’d probably love being smothered by his larger body; Satoru selfishly wants to witness it all. Witness you come undone by just his digits.

You whimper, deliberately squeezing around his fingers to coax out a grunt from him. It’s true. He can read you so well because you really do need to let go. Be broken in by the man. There’s an unspoken rule between you both and that is waiting on his permission. He loves how obedient you get for him in the bed. So fucking cute and sweet. He drags it out a little longer, not quite done with you. He grinds his fingers into you, now pressing his palm against your sopping pussy and makes contact with your overly-sensitive clit.

“Ah, fuck! Please!” You plead breathlessly, a hand coming down to weakly hold onto his wrist but neither of you refuse to stop him. Satoru peels himself off of you, creating more distance between your body and you could see his eyes cloud darkly with desire for something. “Come for me.” Satoru orders, free hand pressing against your stomach, the fingers deep in your core now rapidly moving up and down. You pant heavily, feeling your high swiftly approaching as you try to lean up on your elbows, thighs squirming. Everything feels so damn hot and sensitive, it’s a miracle you’re not snapping your legs shut on his hand as you usually can’t help it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuu—‘Toru!!” You cry out in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure now constantly crash down over your body, leaving you trembling hard, eyes rolling. Satoru is quick to slide his fingers out to watch the heavenly sight he’s been craving for; you squirting. Fuck, he thinks. He’s panting himself as your sweet juices spurt out in lots, gushing hard all over the bed and his work slacks. “Squirting all over me, filthy girl.” He groans, not daring to blink. ‘Do not dare miss a moment’, he thinks. Your hips snap upwards, chasing the addicting high as your wetness continues to spill out. Tears escape, sobbing out for the white-haired male, body feeling so hot and tingly.

Satoru coos at the adorable sight of you coming undone from his mouth and fingers. Large hands caressing along your sides, not daring to hold you down through your orgasm. He enjoys it far too much as you tremble and cry for him. “Good girl..” He praises, one hand coming to stroke your hair, peppering kisses against your bare shoulder. His office clothes are a mess now, your fluids soaked in patches against his black slacks. He didn’t care. He loves you too much. Satoru lays next to you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you in and lips cautiously brushing away your pretty tears, mixing in with the taste of your sweetness that lingers on his tongue. You slur out a whine when you feel his tongue against your face, body still trembling gently as it naturally comes down from the high. You feel so sensitive. No one else has ever made you feel anything this good until Satoru.

Satoru…

You just always crave to be with Satoru. Body, soul, heart & mind. This is where you belong. You lean back into his loving embrace, smiling from the multiple kisses that he presses to the top of your head, trying to look up at him through droopy eyelids. You could feel his bulge pressing against your backside. “Well, I’m awake now.” You joke sheepishly, prompting the male to snort and roll his eyes. “Didn’t take much to wake you, just my face buried between your legs. Should have tried that from the start, knowing how needy you are for me.” Satoru teases sweetly, lips curled to form a cocky grin. You feel heat rise to your cheeks, rolling over to bury your face into his firm chest, slowly gliding your hand down towards his crotch. His large hand smothers yours, stopping your movement and you pout. He’s still firm on the ‘no cock’ rule this morning for refusing to wake up, much to his dismay. His length aches from no action. You press an apologetic kiss to his broad shoulder, voice quiet.

“Don’t you need to leave for work? You’re already late.”

“Nah, they can wait a little longer. I’m with my girl.”

You smile at that, always feeling spoiled by him. You giggle softly, ignoring how sticky your legs feel as you tangle them with. He gazes fondly at you, arm draped over your side. His sweet girl. All his. He presses his lips to your cheekbone. It’s moments like these, that you really adore. Silence can even be comforting with the white-haired male. Satoru is in love with you. The warmth in his eyes will never fade, even if he’s feeling particularly nasty to ruin you in bed. His crystal blue eyes refuse to leave you, fingers splaying across your naked back, nails dragging over the hot skin. He clears his throat, trying to bite back a smug expression.

“So, Y/N. Dick for dinner tonight?”

You burst out with laughter, nose scrunching slightly. “Come on.” You say, sitting up and taking hold of his hand, fingers interlocking. You could feel your dried up slick causing his hand to become sticky. “Washing hands and breakfast first. I want your famous pancakes.” You express with a loud kiss to his cheek. Satoru puffs out his chest proudly before helping you off the bed, unbothered by the still wet patches on his slacks. It’s a pleasant reminder, after all.

“Anything for my princess.”

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marvelsmylife · 2 months

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Can you feel my heart breaking?

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: what happens when the male you’re meant to be with is pining over someone else.

A/n my first angsty Azriel one shot. I did not make this an anti-elain story. I love her and will never write a story where she's being mean to anyone. My girl just wants to take care of her garden in peace. I’m contemplating making a part two to this. Let me know if you’d be interested in a part two.

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Part Two

There was nothing worse than watching your mate pine after someone else. Granted, Azriel has no idea that you are their mate. Still, it pained you to watch as your mate followed another female around and made sure she was ok instead of you.

The worst part was that Elain was oblivious to Azriel’s feelings towards her or that you were Azriel’s mate. She treated you with nothing but kindness, making it harder to hate her because she was innocent in all of this.

Someone who did know about Azriel being your mate was Rhysand. He sympathized with your situation because he was in your position before with Feyre and Tamlin. He was also grateful that you didn’t hold anger towards Elain for the situation you were in.

Rhysand tried everything he could to keep Azriel away from Elain for your sake, and you thought maybe one of these days, the bond would finally snap on his end.

That changed one night when you overheard Azriel questioning the cauldron for making Lucian Elain’s mate. You felt your heart break at his words because that meant he’d probably deny your mating bond when it finally snapped into place for him.

The following day, you asked Rhysand if you could be sent to the day court for a while. While he was initially opposed to it, he reluctantly agreed because he knew you had family in the day court and that Helion would treat you right over there. “Yes, you may go. I’ll contact Helion and work everything out,” Rhysand sent you a weak smile: “Just promised me you’ll come back to us. You know you’re like a sister to me. I don’t want to lose you too”.

“Of course, I’ll come back. I just really need to get away for a bit. You’ll never lose me. Unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me for life,” you replied.

Rhysand let out a soft chuckle before giving you a brief hug and letting you go so you could start packing.

It took Rhysand two days to contact Helion and inform him that you were headed to the day court. Helion told Rhysand you were welcome to stay with him and was excited for your arrival.

Throughout those two days, you spent it packing and giving individual goodbyes to your friends. Each time, they would question your reason for leaving. Not wanting to lie to your friends, you told them about Azriel being your mate and not being able to be around him when he was hung up on someone else. They understood your situation, and instead of trying to convince you to stay, they wished you luck on your new adventure.

The one goodbye that took you by surprise was Elain. Tears formed in her eyes when you revealed you were leaving: “I know I never said this to you before, but I considered you one of my best friends here. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

Shocked expression appeared on everyone’s faces at Elain’s confession. Mostly because by now everyone but Azriel knew you were his mate, and they knew how much it hurt you to see him pining over the woman who just called you her best friend. “Everything is going to be ok; you’re going to be ok,” you replied, giving her a tight hug: “And if anything, you can always visit me, or I’ll visit you if you’d like.”

“I will be sure to take you up on the offer,” Elain responded and pulled away.

Azriel was the last one you said goodbye to and for you, it was the hardest one, mostly because he was your mate. “Please take care of yourself Azriel. Don’t stretch yourself thin. That means it's ok saying no to Rhysand's requests from time to time,” you teased at the end causing Rhysand to playfully roll his eyes at you.

“Don’t worry, I will,” Azriel promised; his hazel eyes scanned your face and noticed hurt and sadness in your eyes: “Are you ok? You know you don’t have to go?”

You tried your hardest to keep it together as you replied: “I’m fine. I want this, I’m just going to miss all of you, but I’m especially you.”

A surge of confidence flowed through you and before you could process what you were doing, you hugged Azriel. This was the first time you’d ever hugged him and yet the moment you hugged him, Azriel felt complete.

But just as Azriel was getting comfortable with your embrace, you pulled away and placed a kiss on his cheek: “Take care Az.”

Azriel felt as if someone knocked the wind out of him as soon as you walked away and got into the carriage Helion had sent out for you. It took him a few seconds to realize it was the mating bond snapping into place for him.

“She’s my mate,” Azriel fell to his knees as he finally felt the mating bond he so desperately wanted to feel for the past five hundred years: “Y/n is my mate, and now she’s gone.”

#azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x you #acotar imagine #acotar x reader

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genderkoolaid · 6 months

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Intro to Anti-transmasculinity (ATM)

(also ft. an about me section)

Defining ATM:

Anti-transmasculinity refers to the systematic oppression of transmasculinity. “Transmasculinity” refers to the concept of people seen as female having a masculine or manly gender or gender expression*. Other terms used for this are transandrophobia, transmisandry, and transmascphobia.

In 1963, feminist Betty Freidan described misogyny as “the problem with no name,” illustrating how at the time, women’s language to understand, describe and communicate their oppression was underdeveloped. Anti-transmasculinity has been, similarly, a problem with no name; transmasculine people have not had the language or framework to understand, describe, and communicate our oppression. Transmasculinity suffers from erasure, often called “invisibility”. This does not protect transmasculine people from violence; it silences us to prevent us from speaking out against, or realizing, the violence done to us. It alienates us from our history, our brothers, siblings and sisters, and ourselves, by preventing transmasculinity from being seen, heard, discussed, or considered. For more posts of mine and others that help expand on the theory of anti-transmasculinity, see my #theory tag.

*This is not my definition of transmasculinity as an identity. This definition is for the form of transness targeted by transphobia, which is based around the idea of "female/woman trying to be male/a men." My definition of transmasculinity as an identity is any form of masculinity or manhood that is trans* in nature, regardless of presentation or assigned sex. I make this distinction because a GNC man assigned male could see his manhood as trans, but be targeted by transphobia based around the idea of a man trying to be a woman.

Who can be affected by ATM?:

Anyone can suffer from anti-transmasculinity, regardless of gender, sex or sexuality. Anti-transmasculine violence targets perceived transmasculinity, which means anyone perceived as transmasculine can be victimized. That is not the extent of how people are affected, though; people who perceive themselves to be transmasculine, consciously or unconsciously, or who have traits associated with transmasculinity can also be affected by witnessing anti-transmasculinity.

(TW: transphobic murder)

People who are associated with transmasculinity (such as partners, friends, and family of transmasculine people) can also be affected, not just through emotional pain but targeted for physical violence. As an example, Italian cis woman Maria Paola Gaglione was murdered by her brother to "teach her a lesson" after she got engaged to a trans man.

Who can be anti-transmasculine?:

Anyone can be anti-transmasculine, regardless of gender, sex, or sexuality. It is a systemic way of thinking that is spread throughout society and culture, and reproduces itself constantly in people's thoughts and actions.

Who benefits from anti-transmasculinity?:

In the grand scheme of things, everyone suffers from the restrictive nature of transphobia. However, in general, only cisgender, gender-conforming people systematically benefit from anti-transmasculinity. Other trans* people do not; trans* people do not systematically benefit from each other’s oppression.

* *trans is a way of writing “trans” that emphasizes it as a broad umbrella term inclusive of everyone who trangresses gender and sex norms

Is ATM caused by “misandry”?

In transunity theory, “misandry” is used to refer to the way that gender roles around manhood/masculinity are weaponized to harm marginalized people, (in this case) specifically trans* people; trans* people are viewed as having the worst traits of both masculinity and femininity, as well as the inherent negativity associated with androgyny. In this sense, anti-transmasculinity does involve misandry, as do anti-transfeminity* and exorsexism**. However, all of these also involve misogyny and misandrogyny***. Which one of these is more dominant varies between types of transphobia, as well as the individuals doing the violence and the ones experiencing it.

To quote this article, "Misandry [...] can never reliably be prevented from collapsing into transphobia."

*i use anti-transfemininity (ATF) as a companion to anti-transmasculinity, as an alternative to “transmisogyny.” This is because, as I explain, my philosophy on transphobia is that all transphobias are inherently misogynistic and all trans* people experience the intersection of misogyny. Additionally, transunity theory frames transphobia as being the intersection of many forms of gendered bigotry, so using the “anti-” terms lets me talk about these transphobias without having to specify it by only one kind (like -misogyny or -androphobia)

** exorsexism refers to oppression of people who violate the gender or sex binaries; it includes intersexism, but also oppression against non-binary people.

*** misandrogyny is the hatred of/bigotry against androgyny, a companion to misogyny and misandry. “androgyny” here refers to anything outside the exclusive male/female binary; examples of misandrogyny are violence done when someone cannot tell someone’s gender/sex, and the idea of nonbinary and genderqueer language as immature, annoying, and pointless, while binary language is considered mature, normal, and useful.

Evidence of ATM:

I have the tags #examples of transandrophobia and #experiences with transandrophobia; the first is posts showing transandrophobia in action, and the second is people describing the transandrophobia they have experienced or witnessed.

I also keep the Archive of Violence Against Trans*masculine People, which keeps a record of events of anti-transmasculine violence. This includes murder, rape, abuse, physical assault, harassment, and the suicides of transmasculine people. Also on this archive is a list of academic research & writing related to anti-transmasculinity; the studies provide more objective evidence of the systemic oppression transmasculine people face, and analyses which can help with understanding how anti-transmasculinity works.

You can also look at @transandrophobia-archive which collects examples of anti-transmasculine Tumblr posts.

Info on Me:

I’m genderqueer, transsexual, and a transvestite; I am a man and a woman and neither (all of which affect each other), and identify with both transmasc, transfem, and transother. I’m also aromantic + greysexual. My sexuality is everything everywhere all at once.

Originally this blog was just made for me to process and deal with my own internalized anti-transmasculinity, but then people liked what I wrote and now its a place where I talk about queer issues & related things I find important.

I’m multiply disabled (both physically and mentally) and I struggle with answering asks; if I don’t answer you for a while feel free to just send your ask again, I will not mind. Also feel free to ask me to explain anything in plain language if you have difficulty understanding something. I don’t mind educating people or helping people find resources, as long as you are respectful and are in good faith and all that.

I am going into philosophy and sociology with a focus on religion, and run @transtheology where I collect posts on trans-affirming spirituality and religion. If you have any questions or want advice related to transness and spirituality/religion (or madness & spirituality/religion) I’d love to help you the best I can.

If you would like to support me, here’s my kofi

Further Resources:

""Transandrophobia" Primer" by nothorses

"As a transfem, what's your insight on the way transmascs are treated when talking about their experiences?" by cipheramnesia

"This is just your regular free-of-charge reminder that when people argue that transandrophobia does not exist, or that its not important enough to talk about, they are explicitly saying they don't care about sexual assault victims or victims of suicide (among other things)" by nothorses

"Transandrophobia Posts Masterpost- 2022" by transgentlemanluke

Pinned post with links to discussions about transandrophobia, baeddelism, and other issues by nothorses

"What is transandophobia actually?" by transmasc-pirate, with additions by doberbutts and psychoticallytrans

"Transandrophobic Fundamentals and the Intersections of Trans Masc Marginalization" by none-gender-left-man

"Hello, I apologise if you've already received questions like this, but can you explain why you would say that transmisandry/androphobia is distinct from misogyny?" by transfaguette

"I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out." by Jennifer Coates

This conversation between doberbutts and folly-of-alexandria

Transandrophobia Explained carrd, by myself

Transmisogyny is not the intersection of transphobia and misogyny by luckyladylily

This post on misogyny, misandry, and transandrophobia by thorne1345

"tumblr can make fun of Blizzard’s Oppression Calculator all they want, that’s exactly how people act with discourse poisoned queer discussions" by cardentist

Invisible Men: FTMs and Homelessness in Toronto by the FTM Safer Shelter Project Research Team

On Hating Men (And Becoming One) by Noah Zazanis

There is a hidden epidemic of violence against transmasculine people by Orion Rodriguez

“Irl we just kiss”: ‘transmasc vs transfem’ discourse & reactionary ‘boys vs girls’ politics in trans spaces by S.L Void

Making Sense Out of the Murders of Trans Men by Mitch Kellaway

Collateral Damage: mathematical odds & the sum of survival. by S.L Void

Op-ed: Trans Men Experience Far More Violence Than Most People Assume by Loree Cook-Daniels

How the Criminalization of Testosterone Attacks Gender Variant People by Adryan Corcione

A Tale of a Trans Man in Pakistan by Ikra Javed

Not transmasc invisibility, but erasure: intricacies of transmasc invisibility, and the fallacies of strictly gendered transphobia by S.L Void

Girlboy Boygirl Blues: antitransmasculinity as a denial of individual history & more by S.L Void

The r/transandrophobia subreddit

#m.#finally a new pinned post #transandrophobia #transmisandry #anti transmasculinity #transunity #experiences with transandrophobia #examples of transandrophobia #theory #transmasc history #transmasc art #transmasc media

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bethanythebogwitch · 10 months

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So a while back I made this post

And it became very popular. While many people already knew, I did get some asking why humboldt squids are scary. So for this Wet Beast Wednesday I'm going to teach you why you should be afraid, or at least respectful, of molluscoid menace that is the humboldt squid.

(image: a humboldt squid)

Known to scientists as Dosidicus gigas and to many others as the jumbo squid, pota, jibia, and diablo rojo, the humboldt squid is the 5th largest squid in the world and the largest of the flying squids. Don't worry, it can't actually fly. They reach an average mantle length (tat's excluding the head and arms) of 1.5 meters, with some specimens reaching up to 2 meters (6.5 ft) in mantle length. The arms can reach up to another meter in length. Adults can weigh up to 50 kg (150 lbs), with females generally being larger than males. They live in the Pacific along the cost of the Americas, from the tip of South America up to California in North America. Some individuals have been known to travel farther north, up to Alaska, which is outside of their historical range. It is possible that as the ocean warms, their native range will continue to expand north.

(image: a humboldt squid releasing ink as a defense mechanism)

Humboldt squids reproduce in deep waters, and as a result we don't know much about their courtship. Males use a modified arm called the heterocotylus to transfer sperm into the female's mantle. She then lays a transparent, gelatinous egg mass that is left to float in the water column. These masses can range between 1 and 4 meters in diameter can can contain up to 4 million eggs. Hatchlings receive no parental care and most will die before adulthood. They grow extremely rapidly, likely as a self-defense against cannibalism by larger squids. Like many squid, humboldts only live for a year and die shortly after mating.

(image: a humboldt squid next to a much braver diver than I will ever be)

As with most cephalopods, the humboldt squid has cells called chromatophores that allow it to change color. Cameras attached to captured and released specimens have show two types of color-changing behavior: flashing and flickering. Flashing is when the animal changes rapidly between red and white. This is done in the presence of other squid and is likely a means of communication, possibly a form of courtship or warning to stay away. Flickering is when waves of red and white travel down the body. This is likely a form of camouflage to blend in with light flickering through the water. In addition to flashing and flickering, cameras have seen multiple forms of color changes and communication behaviors, indicating that they have a rich social life. The red color the squid turns when hunting contributes to its nickname amongst Mexican fishermen: "diablo rojo", the "red devil".

(gif: humboldts changing color)

So all that sounds pretty normal, why are they scary? Well that comes down to their feeding behavior and aggression. Humboldt squids hunt in shoals that can include thousands of members and go into feeding frenzies that can make shark feeding frenzies look like a child's tea party. They are infamous for their aggression and there are many stories of them attacking divers and fishermen. Not even they are immune to their predation, as multiple studies have found between a half and a quarter of all dissected specimens have recently fed on others of their species. Cannibalism may make up a major portion of their diet, though cannibalistic behavior seems to increase in response to stress. Their typical diet consists of fish, crustaceans, and other squids. Humboldts typically keep their two long tentacles coiled up between their arms, only for them to suddenly lash out and grab prey. These tentacles have multiple sharp hooks that have been reported to cause severe cuts in humans. Captured prey is then pulled in toward the beak and consumed. Feeding happens so fast that scientists need to us high-speed cameras to record the capture as the tentacles move so fast they prey can be caught and reeled in between frames. Eating is also fast enough that they can grab a hooked fish and skeletonize it in the time it takes a frustrated angler to pull their catch in. And if that wren't enough, they also engage in cooperative hunting, working together to catch prey. When not feeding or being hunted, they have been described as curious, though they often react to unfamiliar stimuli with aggression. Some divers have reported that humboldts will come investigate them and even act friendly, though I can't say I'd be willing to try it.

(gif: a squid attacking a camera)

(gif: hunting squid)

Numerous fishermen's tales and news stories tell of attacks on humans, but the squid do have a reason to not like us. They are fished heavily, especially off the coat of Mexico and are the most important squid for commercial fisheries. Humboldt squids make up about a third of all squid fished every year and are the most popular food squid. Squid meat is saturated with ammonium chloride, which they use for buoyancy, and must be prepared to remove the taste before eating. Not much is known about threats to conservation, though some speculate that overfishing and global warming disrupting their food supply could threaten the population. They are listed as data deficient by the IUCN. As scary as they might be, humboldt squids serve a very important ecological role in their territories, both as primary predators and as prey to sharks and toothed whales, and more research on their sustainability and conservation needs is important.

(image: a scientist attaching a crittercam to a humboldt squid)

#wet beast wednesday #marine biology #biology #zoology #animals #ecology #animal facts #humboldt squid #jumbo squid #squid #cephalopod #that last picture is adorable #he has a little vest!

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isoldmysoulforcheese · 1 year

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@godblessdilfs

We'll Make It Fit

Paring: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: Honestly, I didn't really have a specific season in mind

Summary: Daryl has a major size kink and you're the perfect size for him?

Warnings: Smut, size kink, swearing, fingering, masturbation, grinding, and domination

Word count: 10,833

Daryl could barely pull his eyes from you, constantly observing how you interacted with him; the way he had to look down upon you, his eyes practically scanning over the top of your head whenever you conversed with him. He loved the fact that he could most likely wrap his arms all the way around your small stature, twice, if the two of you were to ever embrace. The significant size and height difference between the two of you always made his mind wander, wondering how you'd look pinned beneath him, moaning his name as he basically caged you between his forearms. The thought made his cock twitch from inside the confines of his pants.

The solemn man quietly watched as you worked on perfecting your aim, practicing with his own crossbow by firing at a small, makeshift target that you had placed against the base of a tree. You had been doing fairly well, most of the arrows landing somewhere close to the bullseye, one even landing directly in the middle of the board.

He licked his lips, wetting his mouth as he observed you from across the blazing fire, the large weapon practically overweighing your figure as you trained. He had grown firm within his jeans once he had come across this realization, watching as you sometimes teetered upon the balls of your feet while you retrieved an arrow.

“Daryl,” you suddenly called out, drawing him from his thoughts as his eyes found their way to you “can you help me? I can't reach it.”

You looked absolutely majestic according to Daryl; your hair was a slight mess, your locks sticking up in random directions and a bit frizzy, but the archer could only focus on the way it framed your face and hung over your chest, making you look like a renaissance depiction. Your eyes were sparkling, the orange glow admitted from the fire caused your irises to shimmer and shine from beneath your fluttering lashes. Shadows had formed all across your figure, accentuating all of Daryl's favorite features of yours: your sharp characteristics, glowing skin, and the lighting couldn't help but draw his eyes to your chest. The sweet smile inching upon your lips had the dark haired male in awe, his eyes faltering for a slight moment before a breeze blew across the small area. Your clothing began flowing in the wind, the fabric rippling across your body as thin strands of your hair began to flutter around your head. You looked like an absolute Goddess.

You pointed up towards the large plant placed behind you, attempting to present your problem to Daryl. His vision slowly trailed up your arm and climbed across your palm before finally landing upon the issue at hand. His eyes focused in the darkness, eyelids squinting as he noticed one of his arrows firmly stuck within the bark of the tree. You had attempted to retrieve it on your own, standing upon the toes of your shoes and even jumping, but it always remained just a few inches out of reach.

Daryl cleared his throat before rising from his seat across the fire, hoping the bulge placed beneath his clothing wasn't as prominent as he thought it was.

He made his way around the crackling fire, dried leaves crunching below his weight as he trudged in your direction. Legs stretching beneath the mass of his body, knees slightly buckling for a moment as he approached you, becoming a bit nervous within your presence. As he passed by the fire, the blaze casted a feeling of warmth upon the left side of his figure, heat radiating through his arm and the rest of his upper body. The perfect mixture of the combined warmth admitted from the blaze and the slight coolness of the breeze engulfing him was almost heavenly. The room temperature gust glazing his skin caused him to reminisce upon the many summer nights he had spent laying upon the grass covered ground, gazing up towards the constellations placed above him.

He finally arrived at the tall, looming tree; the only sound entering the domain of his ears was the noise of the leaves quivering from above him, the sound of the fire groaning behind the two of you, and the wind caused a slight howling to echo around both of you. The environment surrounding the two of you was extremely calming, almost making the reality of your current lives dissolve around you.

Without hesitation, Daryl leaned forward, one hand placed upon the left side of the tree, grasping the base with a firm grip in an attempt to steady himself as his other palm wrapped itself around the worn arrow. He had supplied you with a few of his old darts to practice with, to insure that you wouldn't lose or harm his trusty, pristine arrows. The ones he had given you were old, wooden darts, the tips worn down into blunt, painless points. The shaft of the arrows were thin and weak, threatening to give out at any moment. He felt the rough texture of the dart in between his fingers, his blunt nails digging into the skin of his palm as he obtained a death grip upon the weapon.

He was unaware of it then, but you hadn't moved before he arrived at his destination. The large male had practically trapped you between him and the tree, your body surrounded by his exposed biceps and you couldn't help but stare.

Your eyes traced his frame, fawning over the way he had positioned himself in front of you. Your vision landed upon his large upper body, his abdomen covered by a loose shirt and his leather vest, his torso swimming in the clothing while still giving you a perfect view upon the toned muscles hidden beneath the confines of his shirt. His abs caused the thin fabric to strain against his skin, a light outline of his stomach becoming visible to your naked eyes. The fire was casting shadows upon his exposed biceps in all the right ways, his muscles throbbing under the weight he was putting upon them. Your head turned, your eyes trailing up his limb until they landed upon his hands; the fingers upon his right hand were sprawled out upon the dark brown bark, gripping at the wood as he propped himself up upon his arms. His other hand firmly wrapped itself around the arrow, knuckles white as he held the dart, and for some reason, the sight made your underwear grow damp. His broad shoulders were drawn together, tense as he focused all his strength into retrieving his belonging. Your eyes darted down to the crotch of his pants, a habit you were extremely used to giving into, your brain going blank as you attempted to catch even just a glimpse of what may be lying underneath the thick fabric.

Finally, your vision found its way up to his face, your eyes landing upon the stern look drawn across his features: His eyes narrow, focusing upon the weapon wedged into the tree, his lips drawn together in a tight line, and his hair was dangling in front of his eyes, swaying and jerking with even the slightest of motion.

The way he looked right then, towering above you, made you grow even wetter.

“I really wanna kiss you right now, Daryl.” You admitted, staring up towards him.

The sudden noise startled the male, his head jerking downwards in an attempt to discover the exact location of the unexpected sound and who it may have possibly came from.

Had you always been standing there below him?

His eyes were weary once they landed upon you, frantically scanning your face as he finally yanked the dart from the tree. The arrow escaped from the tree with a muffled pop noise as he contemplated your words. Daryl knew this was everything he had ever wanted, to kneel down and kiss you, to place his hands upon your cheeks as your lips collided, but he knew that would only cause the problem between his legs to worsen. Even just the thought of it all had him painfully hard.

The way you gazed up at him made his heart begin to pound within his rib cage, rattling around so harshly he was sure you'd be able to hear it. Your eyes were soft as your vision found its way down to his lips, circling around your desired target as you breathed through your nose. You looked so small below him, the sight of your tiny stature caged between his forearms had his jeans growing tighter around his waist. Your back was carefully pushed up against the tree, your body practically pinned between his own and the structure behind you.

Daryl was staring at you with a look of deep focus and concentration, like he was contemplating your very being. His eyes were glued to your pupils, like he could see your soul through the inky black holes. He was reading you, like a book, debating wether or not this was a good idea, if this was the correct decision to make. His harsh gaze caused you to grow embarrassed, a small pink hue growing across your skin as you became doubtful. Had you said the wrong thing? The fact that he actually had to think about his next choice was not a positive sign.

You suddenly placed your small hands upon his chest in an attempt to put your desired actions into motion, as the two of you had been standing there like that for a while, Daryl looking quizzically at you as you stared sheepishly back. The contact of your hands meeting his body made him crumble. The sight of your tiny palms sprawled out across his large chest and the heat of your bodies connecting made him pull his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting back a whimper. He was done for. He felt the arrow suddenly fall from his grasp, landing somewhere upon the ground and clattering among the leaves before he obeyed your request.

He leaned down, far enough to cause his back to strain as he let his hands find their way to your face. His large palms clasped around your cheeks, your skin burning within his grip as his mouth was placed upon yours.

His hands upon your face felt magnificent; his calloused fingers gripping at your soft flesh sent sparks rushing through body. Even just the slight contact was enough to make you choke back a grin.

His lips were slow at first, his rough hands caressed your face as his mouth moved softly; his lips were doughy, warm, and plush while being pushed up against your own. Your mouths fit together perfectly, almost like pieces of a puzzle as he gracefully kissed you. His light facial hair poked and scratched at the skin upon your face as he practically swallowed you, breathing heavily from his nose, like he was too nervous to pull away just to inhale. Too scared he might possibly lose you, that you might change your mind about the entire thing in those fleeting moments.

His head dipped down further into your own as your palms snaked their way up his chest, finally feeling his toned body beneath his clothes, a connection you had been practically yearning for for months.

Your hands groped at his stiff abs and thorax, fingers digging at the rough fabric of his clothes, practically clawing at the man like a sex deprived maniac. You allowed your palms to dip down into the creases of his stomach, venturing their way through all the grooves and cracks littered upon his chest, his large muscles causing a slight moan to escape from your lips. One of which Daryl happily swallowed.

Once you were satisfied with your search upon his chest, the feeling of his abdomen beneath your finger tips forever burned into your mind, your hands slowly made their way up his body. You felt his heart pounding beneath his chest as your hands trailed towards his neck. The idea that he was even just the slightest bit nervous had a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Your palms momentarily grasped at his shoulders, feeling his buff build beneath your hands was satisfactory, loving the way his elbows dropped when you laid your hands upon him, relaxing underneath your touch before your hands finally rested upon his neck.

The skin covering his neck was soft, silky within your grasp, flesh practically begging you to scatter multiple different types of marks upon him: hickeys, love bites, small scratches, and more. If your mouth wasn't so busy tending to his own, you'd be occupying yourself by littering kisses down his jawline, sucking marks onto his neck, and licking long stripes upon his collar bones.

Your arms were now entirely stretched out in an attempt to wrap yourself around his nape, wanting to be closer to him, yearning to have your bodies pressed together as your chests heaved and your lips attacked one another. All you could smell was him, practically swimming in the scent radiating from his body as the shadow of his large stature blocked out all of your surroundings. He smelt of dirt, pine, and a hint of sap, most likely due to the many occasions he spent out in the wild, hiding among trees, scavenging within the dirt, and laying upon mounds of leaves. He had a strong, masculine aroma, one that was forming into a thick smog, a fog that caused your mind to grow hazy as you found yourself completely and utterly surrounded by him and his enticing affection.

You lifted yourself onto your toes, your back scrapping against the rough bark of the tree behind you as you attempted to get a better angle upon the man. All you desired to do was to become enveloped with in him, for his arms to become wrapped around you, his body to be desperately pressed up against yours, and for his face to melt into your own, mushing together as the two of you kissed. But your attempt to make yourself appear to be taller, to give the male better access to your jaw and throat didn't seem to make much of a difference, he was still just out of your reach, many inches away, causing your neck to strain and your mouth to extend in an embarrassing strive to gain better access to his own lips.

Daryl was still looming over you, his messy hair dangling against your forehead as he knelt down, his shoulder blades tense due to the awkward position he had to stand in. He was still just close enough to politely lay his lips upon your own.

Daryl was unaware that such a small action could affect his dick so much; at the realization that you were still much too short, even on your tippy toes, to successfully reach him caused him to groan into your mouth, cock twitching desperately within his trousers. Daryl dove forward, lust practically spilling from his pores as he began to make out with you. He was completely driven by his overpowering emotions as he pulled your face closer to his own, basically melding your lips together as his movements became erratic; his mouth was sloppy, lazily kissing you as he became too horny to really care, all he wanted to do was fuck you senseless. He had grown sick of watching you prance around, too short to do many things on your own, often requesting his assistance while reaching something from the top shelf or to retrieve an arrow that had became lodged within a tree. He was done admiring the way you appeared to fit perfectly upon his lap, imagining the way you'd look laid upon his chest while his arms snaked tightly around you. But most of all, he was tired of jerking off to the thought of you every night, grinding against his pillow in an attempt to feel some sort of relief. He needed a taste of the real thing.

Daryl momentarily pulled away, your lips embarrassingly chasing his own as he did so, yearning for his affection. It had grown quiet once more as the two of you gazed upon one another.

The male was admiring the way your lips had become swollen, eyelids heavy and pupils lust blown as you stared up at him, waiting patiently for him to make his next move. His eyes focused on the way you licked your lips, preparing yourself for his next, ravenous make out session as you gazed upon his own beauty; the way his face had turned a slight pinkish color had you screaming within your head, his eyes hazily staring down at you like he was completely smitten with you. His mouth had turned slightly swollen as well, his lips covered in saliva due to your mouths messily clashing moments prior. He was blinking slowly, just taking his time to admire your love struck appearance.

Your hands were still placed comfortably around his neck, lightly playing with the corse hairs at the back of his head as his own palms grabbed at your face, fingers drawing light circles upon your skin as he struggled to keep his hands in place; he was having a war within his mind, using every ounce of self control left within his body to make sure his touch didn't waver, staying glued to your magnificent face instead of gliding upon the curves of your body.

“I wanna," he paused, his eyes dark as he stared down upon you, selecting his words wisely "I needa fuck ya.”

His tone was dominant but also quiet, slight desperation laced within his voice. It was an understatement to say that Daryl desperately needed you, he had never met someone who fit his personal type so perfectly: You were short, much smaller than the hunter, practically minuscule compared to himself. You were thin, tiny enough for Daryl to constantly day dream about dominating you, grabbing you by your wrists and contorting your body into any position he desired. He wanted to hold you down as he fucked into you, his head buried into the crook of your neck, giving him the ability to hear all the whimpers and moans, every possible noise, that escaped from the confines of your mouth. Your measurements were practically flawless for every act he even thought of taking part in. He had never laid his eyes on anything as perfect as you. You were the epiphany of Daryl's wet dreams.

"Please." You responded, your voice breathy as you spoke.

Daryl groaned, your vocalization sending a slight shiver down his spine, the sound of you begging for him was intoxicating, he needed to hear it again.

His hands jolted towards the hem of your pants, a sudden movement that caused you to flinch as a reaction, eyes wide as you held back a yelp. You weren't expecting such hasty movements from the mysterious male, an action that caused your heart to immediately start pounding in fear, but his desperate activities only caused your legs to grow weak below you, trembling under your weight.

Your eyes flicked down to his fingers, his hands working frivolously upon the button of your jeans, his sweaty palms radiating a hot warmth onto the skin beneath your clothing. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the male had grown frantic, yearning to be inside you as soon as physically possible. Too excited to move slowly for even just a few moments. He fumbled with the small, metal circle upon your pants, wiggling it around until he successfully freed it from its confines. You were quick to do the same, your hands rapidly traveling down his body, sliding against his large shoulders, grazing his chest, skimming his torso, and momentarily pausing upon the waist band of his trousers, taking in the moment, doing your best to burn the image in your head: Your hands upon the hem of his jeans, fingers dipping under into the depths of his pants, and the outline of his painfully hard cock visible even in the dim firelight. You stared for a moment before finally placing your fingers upon zipper of his pants, eagerly trying to keep up with his swift movements.

When your palm grazed the rough material of his jeans, you felt your skin ghost over his aching hard on, pulsing beneath his clothing. All you wanted to do was palm him through his pants, grope and grab at him until he was a whimpering mess below you, but, you quickly decided it would be much more enjoyable if you were to just free the two of you from your restricting clothes and fuck like animals instead. You heard a slight moan escape from the mans lips as your fingers skimmed across his member, pleasure quickly coursing though Daryl's body due to even just the lightest touch.

You felt yourself clench around nothing as you observed the sheer size of him, the addition of his deep groan as a reaction to just the smallest of contact caused you to grow even more desperate. He was thick enough to leave a very prominent outline of his shaft through his pants and he was long enough to make tiny, doubtful thoughts begin racing through your head.

Once you swallowed the knot within your throat, one you didn't even know existed until that moment, your hands began working swiftly upon the button of his own jeans, trying not to crumble under the pressure of his tense stare, his eyes practically burning holes into the top of your head as you felt his hot breath spill across the sweaty skin of your forehead. Having Daryl as your audience was making you becoming increasingly shy with every second that went by, hands beginning to shake as you struggled with the surprisingly intricate button of his pants.

He was the first to tare your jeans from your body, ripping them down your legs before you could even successfully undo his fly. You felt the cool, spring air pool across the exposed skin upon your thighs as Daryl dropped your pants, letting them fall around your ankles. The hunter had auspiciously removed your bottoms enough for you to be able to entirely rid of them, kicking the article of clothing from your body. Your jeans landed somewhere behind Daryl, clattering among the leaves, sticks, and dirt as they slid across the ground, although you couldn't exactly spot their exact location as the males large frame was blocking your vision.

Goosebumps began to appear across your body, growing upon your exposed legs and littering your flesh with small, round bumps. Your limbs began to tremble due to the howling wind when you finally freed his zipper, the small piece of metal grinding against the teeth of his pants with a loud zippp noise, a sound that echoed throughout the woods around you, reverberating off of every, surrounding tree. With that, you happily wrapped your hands around the waistband of his jeans, your nimble fingers swiftly pushing both his pants and boxers downwards against his hips, just enough to reveal his throbbing dick.

You marveled down at his appendage: the tanned skin was littered with veins, pulsing and palpitating with anticipation. The tip was pink, flustered and agitated from the lack of attention Daryl had been receiving in that moment, yearning for any sort of physical contact. Your eyes traced the light hairs that framed his cock, patches of curls making their way up his body, forming a happy trail that disappeared into the depths of his wrinkled shirt.

His cock had been struggling against the rough material of his jeans for a long while now, begging for relief as he stared down upon you, and even just being exposed to the crisp air had his mind reeling.

He was large, so much so that his size practically terrified you.

Without hesitation, you, instinctually, dragged the pad of your thumb down the large, decorative vein that ran across the underside of his shaft, an action that you had put no thought into, your hands practically moving on their own. It was warm to the touch, his member practically burning in the clutch of your hand as you gaped down at him, swallowing another lump within your throat as you grew weary of his size. Daryl let out a shaky breath as pre-cum practically spilled from his sensitive head, his cock twitching in response to your movements, lighting bouncing, yearning for more affection from your delicate hands.

"I-" you paused, a deep heat spreading across your cheeks as you spoke, the words about to tumble from your mouth causing you to grow increasingly embarrassed "I don't know if it will fit."

Your honesty made a wave of pride wash over Daryl, crashing down upon his face causing a smirk to inch across his plush lips. You thought he was big, you had just exclaimed a sentence he had been dying to hear you speak sense the moment he met you. Your words only added to his debilitating arousal, playing into his crippling size kink as the thought of you stuffed with his large cock crossed through his mind.

"We'll make it fit."

With that, he brought his hands down to your exposed underpants; he placed the pad of his finger upon your clothed clit, his skin quickly collected the wetness that had soaked into the cloth. You let out a small whimper, resisting the over powering urge to rut your hips down against him, to grind your core into his strong hands as he grunted deeply, the feeling of you being absolutely soaked for him, even after such minuscule actions, only urged him further.

He began creating small circles against your underwear with his digits, tiny, tight movements upon your clit, not too fast but not too slow either. You let out an unexpected moan due to his actions, one you didn't know you were holding; the sound waves traveled through his ears and shot straight between his legs, his cock uncontrollably twitching.

His free hand made its way to your clothed chest, his fingers traveling from your cheek down to your neck, lightly caressing your jawline before hastily sliding over your collar bones until his palm landed upon one of your breasts. His hand was large compared to your boob, his entire palm engulfing your skin as he held it in within his grasp. His hand cover the entirety of your breast, making it seem minuscule in his clutch as he rolled it within his palm. While his other hand was still occupied with your crotch, the one placed upon your chest began to move as well, the pad of his thumb beginning to create rough circles upon your clothed chest, the movements of his hands synced with one another, his fingers beginning to move at the same pace while applying the same amount of pressure.

His hands were all over you, touching you as pleasure coursed through your body, it was practically unbearable. This was the sort of contact you had only ever experienced within the confines of your extremely depraved dreams, or during the scenarios you had created during the nights you were left wide awake, yearning for the biker to be on top of you, relentlessly rearranging your insides. Your legs were threatening to give out as he fondled your chest, his thumb caressing your hard nipple hidden beneath your clothing while his other hand worked at your crotch, adding the perfect amount of pressure onto your pulsing clit. You had successfully become soaked, clenching around nothing as the rough texture of his skilled fingers grinded against your pussy. Possibly much wetter than you had ever been before.

Although you had been watching his hands intensely, observing them as they caused your body to convulse and twitch uncontrollably, you momentarily allowed your eyes to flick up towards his face, scanning his features, only to find his dark orbs already doing the same to you.

His eyes were focused upon your face, watching every expression and reaction you had to his actions, picking up upon all of your positive responses, such as pleasure filled moans or excited whimpers, while also noticing all of your negative feedback, such as grit teeth or sharp hisses. All of which were strides towards making this the best night of your entire life.

Plus, he absolutely adored watching you crumble beneath the control of his finger tips.

His mouth was drawn into a thin line, a slight smirk pulling upon the corner of his lips as he observed you. His eyes were surprisingly soft and caring as he stared down upon you, although his irises were still dark, pupils blown extremely wide as a reaction to the show you were putting on from below him. His skin had grown a blotchy reddish color, a reaction due to the extremely strong arousal plaguing both his mind and body. There was also a thin sheet of sweat glazing over his flesh due to his rigorous movements, his hair sticking to his forehead like glue as his hands wandered the vast land of your body.

"Y-You said you were gonna f-fuck me." You struggled with your words, your voice shaking as his, seemingly magical, fingers didn't falter.

He let his palms fondle you a moment longer, one hand rolling your breast within his grasp as the other dragged the pointer and middle finger through your wet folds. It was like he was unable to remove his palms from you, and you couldn't deny it, seeing the way Daryl got all worked up due to simply pleasuring you, cock painfully hard, pre-cum beading down his shaft, and a lust filled look written all across his face, it was practically intoxicating.

With one last moan admitted from you, finally satisfied with his work, he removed his hands from your crotch and boobs, palms traveling down the soft skin of your legs until they landed upon the outside of your thighs. With every new inch of your body he seemed to explore, waves of fulfillment and rapture flowed pleasurably through your veins. His fingers frolicked upon the soft flesh of your thighs; he rolled the skin between his fingers, rubbing his palms across your limb, and even slapped you a few times, drawing his arm back before launching it downwards, placing a firm strike upon the meat of your thighs. You yelped with every hit he placed upon you, a stinging sensation pooling across your leg, but the pain was also quite pleasurable, excitement bursting through your body every time the male smacked you.

Daryl smiled to himself, enjoying the way your thighs jiggled beneath his finger tips, waves appearing upon your skin as the fat of your leg moved relentlessly beneath your flesh. With every moan that escaped your mouth, he smiled to himself, adoring the way you happily accepted any sort of touch from him, wether it be him kissing you, fingering you, or even when he left welts across your skin. He observed as light, red handprints began to form upon your legs, large, pink splotches littering your thighs.

Due to your drastic size difference, there were some precautions Daryl was gonna have to take to guarantee this was an extremely pleasurable experience for the both of you.

Finally, his fingers grasped harshly upon the skin of your thighs, his rugged hands feeling almost heavenly upon the soft flesh of your legs, causing you to savor every moment his hands were placed upon you. He was holding your outer thighs with force, gaining a tight grip upon your legs before finally hoisting you up. His forearms began to strain as he did so, back tensing as he let out a gruff grunt as he elevated you. Your back slid against the tree as you began to levitate, slightly scratching your spin but it wasn't painful enough for you to ever think about requesting for Daryl to stop. Once you were lifted so you were placed at eye level to the male, he caged your body between his own and the shrub placed behind the two of you.

He had a knee placed below you in an attempt to relieve some tensity from his two arms that were still placed upon your legs; you were basically sitting politely upon his thigh, feet dangling off the ground as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, a strive towards keeping yourself steady and balanced. Your torsos crashed together, your breasted pushed promptly against his chest, the warmth of his stomach radiating upon your own as you cuddled further into his grasp. Your faces were mere inches away, your eyes glued to one another and the tips of your noses brushing together as you felt the weight of his cock press against the inside of your soft thigh.

The close proximity shared between the two of you caused fireworks to explode within your mind, butterflies appearing inside your stomach as your mind went hazy. You took a deep inhale of his rustic scent, a smell that formed some sort of smog, fogging up your vision as your eyelids became heavy, his aroma practically erased all of your senses as you instinctually wrapped your legs around his waist, yearning to close the small amount of space between the two of you.

Your crotches suddenly collided together, Daryl's dick slipping between your clothed folds, causing you to grind into his warm shaft.

"God." Daryl groaned out before letting his head fall upon your shoulder.

The two of you continued upon your endeavor, your pussy coating Daryl in a thick layer of wetness as he began to lazily rut himself against you; his mind was also reeling as well, all of his previous thoughts dissipating into seemingly nothingness before being replaced by the deep desire to cum inside your aching crotch. Your bodies began to move in sync, hips thrusting against one another as you rolled your waist against his own. Daryl's hands glided up to the part of your legs where you thighs met your ass, fingers sliding into the deep, warm crevice before giving the skin placed there a harsh squeeze. You let out a surprised gasp as he did so, your body melting into his own as he let out a few grunts into the crook of your neck.

"Daryl, p-please." You whined, unable to participate in the desperate foreplay much longer.

A groan emerged from the depths of his throat in response to your pleading, loving the sound of your melodious voice slightly begging for him. The idea that you were so desperate for his dick, cock hungry as you grinded into his shaft, made his member twitch, nearly coming prematurely.

His movements suddenly stilled due to both your vague request and the way he had seemed to instantaneously become dangerously close to his finish. You let out a frustrated whine, quickly missing the way his body rutted against your own and the feeling of his exhausted breaths being released upon your shoulder, but the idea of the depraved actions, and any other sort of touch that he would be sure to leisurely grant you, that were soon to ensue only caused you to quickly snap your jaw shut.

He slowly lifted his head, the look he was supporting was absolutely adorable upon him: His ocean blue eyes were heavy, lashes fluttering slowly as he blinked, his skin was a warm, a crimson red, and his hair was a total mess, sticking up in all different directions.

He freed one of his hands, sliding his fingers out from underneath your ass before his palms made their way to your crotch. He made sure to let his hands wander for a moment, feeling the barren expanse of your legs as his fist practically engulfed your thigh, his fingers covering the entire top of your leg.

Once his fingers met your soaking pussy, he placed his hand upon your underwear, giving your core one more grind of his palm before his fingers inched their way across your crotch, searching for the edge of your underwear. He felt the fabric underneath his skin, rubbing the cloth between his digits before successfully pulling the garment to the side.

It was becoming increasingly evident that he did not intend to take his sweet old time with you, considering the blatant facts that the two of you were still half dressed, neither of you had taken the time to lay down upon the ground, instead he just pressed your body against the structure behind you, too exhilarated to even think of finding some sort of shelter, and now he wasn't even planning on removing your underwear, just swiftly moving it aside, enough to let his cock have access to your aching crotch. And normally, if this had been any other male, it would be a major turn off, a guy too self indulged to take a moment to account for your needs. But with Daryl it seemed to have the exact opposite effect:

Daryl was too enliven to simply remove a small article of clothing, cock painfully hard as he prepared for you to take his dick; he was going to extract what he wanted from you, he was going to make you bounce upon his dick until you were panting his name as he came all across your walls. He was gonna use you to get off, to pleasure himself. The entire idea had your clit throbbing, entrance clenching around nothing as your crotch dripped, practically begging for him to just fuck you senseless already.

Daryl brought his fingers to your moist folds, without your clothing as the means of some sort of protection, for the first time; he held back a joyful sigh as he collected a large amount of your wetness for some form of lubricant, fingers teasing around your sensitive clit and dipping about half an inch inside of you before smuggling removing his hand.

The male twitched between his legs, the feeling of your pussy finally being revealed to the pads of his finger tips was celestial; he loved the way you involuntarily rutted yourself against his hands, adoring the way you needfully clenched around his fingers, and how wet you were for him drove him crazy. In that moment, all he wanted to was to slide his thick fingers deep inside of you before fucking you with his digits until you couldn't walk properly.

"All this for me?" He spoke, his voice both raspy and extremely sexy.

Even during the brief moments his hands were inside you, you practically melted right then and there upon his lap. His fingertips satirizing your clit caused a wave a pleasure to wash over you, your back arching against his body, levitating upon the tree as you desired more, yearning for him to make you crumble beneath his dominating touch. Up until that moment, you were unaware that such a small amount of affection could cause your body to have such a large reaction.

"Mhmm." You purred in response.

It was an undeniable fact that you were in fact this soaked for the archer standing in front of you.

You watched achingly as he brought his hand down to his crotch. Jealous as he rewarded himself with multiple swift pumps upon his cock, dragging his hand up and down his shaft, even rolling his palm against his throbbing tip, to ensure that he had completely laced himself in your wetness. His hips began to slightly buck into his grasp as he too was very sensitive and extremely sex deprived, silently begging for any sort of release.

Watching Daryl Dixon jerk off, his head throw back, his mouth left agape, and his hand gliding with experience upon his cock was a sight you had only dreamed of.

Finally, he gripped the base of his member, steadying himself as he lined his cock up with your core, hair dangling in his face as he did so. The sensation of his large and blunt head pocking and prodding at your dripping entrance was enough to make you want to roll your hips down onto him, to take him prematurely, due to the mixture of both your unbearable amount of desire for the male and the feeling of his warm rod rubbing against your pussy.

You let out a strangled moan as he began to push into you, almost without warning. The thick girth of his head was enough to make you squirm beneath him, eyes squeezing shut as he slid further; you could feel every vein, ridge, and mole placed upon his dick as he entered you, your body detecting the small heartbeat that pounded throughout his member, and most of all, you could feel him stretching you out. He was expanding your pussy like you had never felt before, a sensation that made a sharp pain jolt through your lower body, causing you to feel as though you were an unexperienced virgin who had never felt the sensation of a man filling you with his cock.

His length was causing a severe agony to be inflicted upon your body; you bit your lip, holding back a slight squeal in fear of appearing as though you couldn't handle his dick, but you were becoming increasingly unsure how much more of him you could induce without fainting, pondering upon the fact that you may not live through this amount of penetration. Your insides were begging for mercy as he entered you, warning your brain of the large intrusion by throbbing intensely, your pussy urticating between your legs.

But, Daryl was receiving almost the exact opposite sensation: your soft, warm, and wet walls were luring him in, an invitation he couldn't seem deny as he began to lose control of himself. His animalistic instincts kicking in, the demon upon his shoulder beckoning him to fully enter you with one singular, and swift, thrust of his hips. It was taking every ounce of self control left within him to fight off the voices within his head as your walls throbbed around him, tightening and clenching around his shaft as he slowly plunged into you, knowing the sheer pain he was able to inflict with such a large package.

"Daryl!" You suddenly yelped out.

You thought you would be able to manage until he was successfully buried deep inside of you, pulsing and twitching against your wet insides. You expected to be able to control the pain until it was an appropriate time to express your need for a break, but you were proven wrong, his member was just way too much to receive all at once.

Your entrance was burning, twinging due to the massive stretch you had recently endured as tears brimmed your eye lids, threatening to spill down your face if he were to continue with his exertion.

"A-are you almost i-in?" You spoke once he finally stilled "I think you're gonna kill me."

Although the end of your sentence was a sad attempt at an awkward joke, even punctuated with a tense and breathy chuckle, the redneck took your words literally. The male peaked his head down towards the junction at which your bodies had become connected, studying the remote area before glancing back up towards you, a blank look upon his face as he muttered the words:

"Bout half way."

You let out a hopeless and frightened whimper in response to his words, gritting your teeth as the water began to fall, your eye lids collapsing like an overflown dam. The salty tears split against your eyelashes before spilling down your cheeks, the cool water beading across your hot skin as it finally ended upon your chin, dripping from your jawline before landing upon the males exposed arms.

The way you were struggling to undergo the effects of his dick shouldn't have turned Daryl on as much as it had; he loved the way he stretched you out, large enough to practically tear you in half as a look of pure amazement appeared across your face, the breath being knocked from your lungs as you stared up at him. His cock began to uncontrollably throb as you started to quietly sob, thighs shaking around him due to the pressure between your legs. Another action that shouldn't have effected Daryl the way it had, seeing you cry due to his size only played into his fantasies even more.

You now had your eyes closed, pinching them shut due to a mix of embarrassment and the extreme pain still continuing to course through your body, webbing down your legs. Your tears warmed your face as you did your best to pull yourself together, trying not to spoil the moment by inhaling long, deep breaths, attempting to calm yourself, before you felt a large, wet blot appear upon your cheeks.

The unexpected connection caused you to jump, Daryl's hot and familiar breath pooled across your face as the unknown object began to move across your skin, following the trails your sobs had left upon your flesh.

He was licking away your tears, actually lapping up the salty tracks left brewing upon your face.

His patchy facial hair tickled your skin as he pulled his mouth up your face; his lips were wet, tongue leaving behind more moisture upon your cheeks than your own tears had. His mouth licked at your jawline, carefully collecting every droplet of water before happily swallowing, an action that momentarily made you forget about the numbness growing between your legs.

He was seriously diving down and lapping up your tears.

Once your face was entirely stripped clean of your tears, Daryl's kitten licks leaving a small grin drawn across face while also causing your abdomen to relax, your body perched attentively upon the inches he had inserted into you. The pain much less prominent as you had grown acquainted with his size, your legs slightly shook due to the pressure placed between your thighs but that was about it.

Daryl had studied your face for a few seconds, scanning your features for any sign of malaise or tenderness, but once he come to the conclusion that you were more than ready to receive him once again, due to the twinkle in your eyes in the way your hands gripped at the back of his head, he began to slide into you once more.

He was much hastier with his movements this time around, understanding that taking it slow and steady would most likely cause your body to writhe with discomfort once more, repeating the entire process over again, so he just bottomed out inside of you almost instantaneously.

You let out a surprised shriek due to the hunters actions, a shock of agony shooting through your body momentarily, although it was much more bearable than before. You felt completely filled up once he had finally steadied himself; his thick member pulsing between your tight walls and his blunt tip pushing against the far barriers of your insides caused you to feel overfilled by him, like at any second he would cause you to burst open as his dick was making you feel a sensation you had never received before.

Daryl paused for a couple minutes, reading the expressions upon your face as you received so many contradicting emotions at once:

At first, your features exclaimed a mixed look of revelation and disbelief; your eyes were wide, still red and glossy due to the tears that had previously filled them, your jaw had also fell slack, mouth left agape as your breath became caught within your throat. You were left in complete and utter shock as the male practically forced himself inside you, your pussy doing its best to alter its placement so you could adequately accept his throbbing cock.

As your crotch contorted and warped itself under the imprint of the hunters dick, your face began to morph as well: your eyes squinted together and you grit your teeth as you helplessly clenched around him. You were mewling beneath him, hands falling to his chest before you gripped at his shirt, an attempt to find any sort of support, trying to pull your body back down to Earth as his cock had caused your vision to be filled with stars.

Daryl was twitching relentlessly due to the position you sat upon his shaft, the way you were struggling and slightly floundering upon his member but still pushed through the slight pain and endured him caused his breath to fall short; his inhale becoming caught within the depths of his throat as he practically overflowed with the passionate feeling of arousal, a smirk falling across his lips.

Your crotch practically engulfed him, walls dripping around his length as you mindlessly clenched and unclenched upon him. Daryl had never felt something more perfect in his life, the way your velvet insides caressed him only made him desire more, he wanted to push into you until there was no indication of his cock left. Your warmth pooled around him, beckoning him further as he was surrounded entirely by your perfect pussy, a feeling that almost made him cum on the spot.

He waited until you had calmed upon his dick once more, until you stopped stirring upon him and instead began to lightly wriggle around him, signaling you were finally ready to be relentlessly fucked by the male, thats when he started moving.

With the first few thrusts you received from the archer, you slightly wiggled and squirmed upon his cock, not used to such a large intrusion pounding away at your walls. You let out a strangled whine as he bucked into you at a medium pace, his worn shirt still laced between your fingers as your eyes grew wide, a reaction to the pain, mixed with a slight, growing pleasure, you were receiving from his trembling hips. A view that sent Daryl spiraling; he loved watching as you struggled upon his cock, adoring the way you happily took all of him even through white knuckles and grit teeth. He continued to stretch you out, unlike anyone else ever had. Every clash of your hip bones seemed to knock the breath from your lungs as you stared up at the male.

Daryl had somehow resisted the over powering urge to toss his head backwards, instead forcing himself to keep his eyes laid upon you, to observe you as he rearranged your insides; his hair was dangling in front of his dark eyes, irises that had been reduced to small, black slits as he gazed down at you as though you were his prey and he was the predator. His bottom lip had been drawn tightly between the top row of his teeth as he grunted out from above you, a light red hue was glowing across his skin, blotching his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, even cascading down the flesh of his neck.

"Ya take my cock so good." He uttered, his voice gruff and raspy, a deep tone that shot straight down to your pussy.

You moaned in response as your cunt clenched desperately around his length, a small jolt of pleasure coursing through your abdomen as a result to his extremely sexy words. You had let out a vulgar and practically pornographic groan in regards to his sentence, a moan that entered Daryl's ears and echoed within his brain before it reverberated through his body before settling upon his impossibly hard dick. That was a noise he would never forget, a sound that would become etched into his brain so he could listen to it like a broken record during his lonely nights, starved of your touch.

"No ones ever takin my cock as good as ya." He exclaimed gruffly as he began to quickly roll his hips into you.

The new angle he had achieved caused waves of pleasure to crash down upon you, his hips flowing like the tides of the ocean, his torso tilted upwards, brushing against the perfect spot placed deep within you, and his hands settled upon your hips, helping you bounce slightly upon his dick. Sudden, the pain you were receiving before practically disappeared, diminishing within your insides as you rotated your hips in rhythm with his own, your mind growing much too busy focusing upon the overwhelming satisfaction to notice the slight stinging still left frolicking within you.

The two of you began moaning, your voices joining like a melodious symphony as he continued to roll his hips into your own, his thick cock basically caressing your insides as you let your head fall into the crock of his neck. You released all of your whimpers and whines into his shoulder, his sweat glazed skin muffling your beautiful noises as Daryl struggled to keep his own voice at bay.

The way you were placed beneath him drove Daryl mad, your thin figure curled up against his own, much larger one, your head placed upon his neck, giving him access to hear all of the candied noises that tumbled from your lips, granting him the ability to memorize every sound that came from your mouth. Your voice was like hunny to his ears, sweet and smooth as it entered his head, his hips stuttering with every whimper that bellowed from you, and every time you cried out into his flesh, he responded with one of his own, gravely groans as you clung helplessly to his frame.

It was becoming much more noticeable that neither of you were going to last much longer as he continued grinding his waist against your own, going delirious due to the way you had became trapped between himself and the tree. Your body was intoxicating to the male, borderline addictive as he imagined himself worshiping you like a Goddess everyday, for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, the male pulled back, sliding out of you until only his tip remained within the chambers of your pussy. He maneuvered himself into a new position, adjusting his body so he was aimed slightly more to the left before he bagan to animalistically fuck into you; his movements were rough, erratic, and fast as he started pounding into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure from the depths of your vocal cords as he repeatedly grunted, thrusting your frame into the tree supporting you. You don't even have the ability to focus upon the bark currently mangling your back, both your mind and body too distracted with the way the hunter ravished you as though you were the first women he had ever graced.

"Yeah?" He said, his voice soft and comforting within the confines of your ears "Ya like tha?"

With a simple lift of your head, all you could do was weakly nod; your head bouncing with each thrust of his hips you received as you let out a frail "Yeah."

Suddenly, his movements grew much slower, his hips still thrusting within in you but at a much steadier pace compared to before, his grinds short and extremely drawn out.

Disappointment washed over you as the most heavenly experience was practically ripped from your body, your core yearning to be filled by his brutal attacks once more. You let out a whine, a long, protracted mewl in protest, begging for his experienced dick once more by rotating your hips down and around him.

Daryl was fast to react to your sounds, quickly shushing your cries by snaking his hand up your body, fingers dancing up your waist, across your hard breasts, over your warm neck, and tickling your jawline before he placed a firm hand upon your mouth. As his hands gripped at your face, fingers curling into your cheek bones, your eyes roll back into your head.

Your mind was screaming at his actions, your previous moan cut short as you felt his sweaty palm against your lips, forcefully hushing your disheartened groans. Your eyelids lulled momentarily before your irises fell back to Earth, landing upon the concern laced look etched upon the males face:

His eyes were focused, wide as he looked to his side, neck straining as he examined the area surrounding the two of you. His head craned, attempting to peer behind him before his thrusts began once more, returning to their previous state as his vision gravitated back towards you. His movements were quickly restored to their former condition, rough and feral as he pleasured himself deep within you.

"Can ya be quiet for me, sweetheart? Jus for one moment. I think I heard somethin."

You nodded profusely, quick to cut off a muffled moan from beneath his fingers, springing at the opportunity to obey his hasty orders. Although his words were a bit unsettling, insinuating that there was the possibility that some sort of threat was in your vicinity, he still continued with his abuse upon your pussy, slamming into you with so much force, you were surprised the tree hasn't collapsed beneath you thus far.

You occasionally let out stifled yelps, biting back various moans at his sudden actions, your insides growing numb due to do the overwhelming amount of pleasure as you began to creep up upon your inevitable high.

Daryl, still studying the environment surrounding the two of you, was extremely unaware of your climax that was creeping up on you at an increasingly fast rate. His thrusts continued upon the edge of torturous, hips unfaltering as he pounded into you, still scrutinizing the woodland area the two of you were engulfed within.

Your abdomen was clenching, a large amount of pressure began to grow deep within your stomach, like at any moment, with one finally snap of his hips, you would break, your pussy would convulse around him as you clenched upon his cock. The tension deep within your torso was tight, threatening to burst at any moment as your eyes frantically darted towards his arms, an attempt at fending off your finish for just a moment longer, never even dreaming for this moment to come to an end.

You could feel a screamed moan daring to bubble from within your throat as you teetered upon the edge of your orgasm, his pulsating limbs did not appear to be a good distraction; his muscles were reverberating, throbbing under the strain of cradling you as he violently fucked you. His skin was glistening with sweat, the thin glaze of perspiration gleaming under the starlight as his upper arms appeared to be extremely tense, his forearms stiff as his shoulders rolled beneath his hypnotizing movements.

You relentlessly clenching around him was what drew Daryl from his trance, his head rotating slowly as his vision finally traveled back to you. When your eyes met, he could tell, almost immediately, that you were on the trail of crashing down upon your high; the way your eyes were threatening to roll back into the depths of your eye sockets, the way your hips swayed in motion with his own, and how your entrance endlessly clenched around him. It was a view that would be engraved within the depths of his memory.

"Ya gonna cum for me?" He asked, his words ringing throughout your head, echoing within your ear canals.

All you could do was let out a muffled moan against his palm in response.

"Gonna cum round my cock?"

Once again, you punctuated his words with a rewarding whimper.

The male remained mute momentarily, adoring the way you whined from beneath his palm as you practically begged him to let you cum. He loved watching you writhe underneath his dictatorship, fighting off your own orgasm as you patiently awaited his next order. Once he was satisfied with the duration he had made you suffer, he finally spoke:

"Then do it for me, girl."

With that, he removed his hand from your face, smirking as he prepared himself to receive every howl of gratitude that was emitted from your mouth.

As soon as he removed his fingers from your lips, you came; walls ruthlessly clenching around the male as your insides convulsed in pleasure, practically screaming as his hips continued their violent beating upon your pussy, caressing you through your orgasm. Your climax washed over you stronger than ever before, your cunt practically vibrating with joy as you came, walls dripping around the archer.

You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth left agape in pure ecstasy as you came. Your eyebrows were raised and your lips quivered as a small smile spread across your mouth, a view that caused Daryl's eyes to glue themselves to your features, reading your face as you relished within the shackles of your orgasm.

"O-Oh God, Daryl, f-fuck." Was all you could manage, your words repeating themselves over and over as you reached your high.

Your sudden extreme clenching caused Daryl's finish to sneak up upon him much sooner than he had intended, his seed spilling into you unannounced. His dick twitch within you, white ropes of cum painting your walls as his cock pulsed with fulfillment, the tension within his gut snapping harshly. Due to his unexpected finish, the male let out an animalistic groan as you reached the crest of your high, a sound which only spurred you on further.

Daryl had his bottom lip pulled taunt between his teeth, eyelids heavy as he stared down upon you, too scared to shut them for even a moment, as if he were going to miss some sort of once in a life time experience. His hair was splayed against his forehead, sweat laced and soaked as a reaction to the rigorous work out he had just endured.

Your hands gripped at his own arms, hips bounding upon his stilled cock, your pelvic bones clashing together with ever bounce of your waist. You rode the man like this was your last day on Earth, legs trembling as your pussy wept with satisfaction, the feeling of your orgasm resigned deep within you.

Daryl moaned at the overwhelming amount of pleasure, borderline overstimulation as he grasped at what ever he could reach: Your thighs, ass, torso, arms, any sliver of skin that was visible to the naked eye. His legs twitched uncontrollably as his member pulsed with contentment, his shaft vibrating with the reminence of his climax.

As the two of you stilled, no longer desperately grinding against one another or rolling your hips upon his abdomen, your erratic movements dissipating into thin air as you became satisfied with your orgasms, Daryl slowly pulled out of you. He glided out from your insides with a groan, his spent cock twitching with satiate as he removed his member from within you, your sensitive walls involuntarily clenching around him.

You considered yourself fortunate for surviving his dick.

Daryl slowly placed you upon the ground, being gentle with his movements as he knew exactly what effect his member was gonna have upon you in the days, or even minutes, that followed. He would consider you lucky if you could properly walk without some sort of limp or wobble for the next couple of days.

Your entrance grew sore as he slowly set you down, elastic walls weak and stinging as you placed your feet upon the dirty ground below you. You observed the dying fire from behind the male that was now fixing his disheveled pants: the previously glowing embers were now reduced to glimmering coals and warm ashes.

The sound of Daryl's zipper echoed throughout the dark woods as you situated your drenched underwear, your fingers skimming across your soaked cunt as you placed the article of clothing into its normal position. When you glanced up to retrieve your jeans, the hunter already had them within his tight grip, his finger curling around the fabric as he pranced towards you.

"Lets get ya fixed up, sweetheart." He said as he reached for you, hands traveling across your exposed upper arms.

The rugged male wrapped a hand around your shoulders, grasping your upper arm, blunt nails digging into your soaked skin as his other arm found its way around the back of your knees. He retrieved you from your place upon the floor, strained arms lifting you with ease as he promptly began carrying you, bridle style.

Daryl adored the way your small frame fit within the cradle of his arms, chest promptly pushed up against his own as you snuggled into his grasp. The way your body appeared to be so tiny and fragile compared to his own almost caused him to grow erect once more.

As a reaction to his surprising efforts, you flung your arms around his neck, interlocking your fingers upon his nape as you giggled at his robust actions before you finally placed a sloppy, yet firm, kiss upon his accentuated jawline.

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a-twistedheartslonging · 29 days

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Nonhuman Au Lilia

Will sleep upside down.

Will climb around on walls like a little demon to scare the heck out of you guys.

Eats the stuff he usually does but will also eat the occasional random bug… if a fly is buzzing towards him he will just casually open his mouth and let it fly in, and then eat it. He knows you think it's gross and will purposely try to get a kiss afterward.

Did you know most bats have tails? Lilia has one but it's little and not noticeable unless he has his pants off.

He's got dark fur on most of him but it's short everywhere except a patch of floof on his chest. Totally fine with you sticking your face in there and even tries to tantalize you into doing so. He is very good with his grooming, look at how soft and fluffy he is there. Totally perfect for a human to bury their face into.

He has a cute little bat nose and a big old set of bat ears.

As stated before, he has two other forms he can switch into: A big scary sexy bat monster and…an adorable little actual bat that you can keep in your pocket.

Imagine Sebek’s big scaly self coming up to you demanding to know where Master Lilia is. No, don't try hiding it, his superior fae senses smell him on you.

You proceed to unbutton your uniform shirt causing Sebek to let out a shriek of “Good heavens!” and cover his face. He's about to yell stuff at you about indecency but stops when he hears the familiar laugh of Lilia, moving his hands from his eyes he sees a very cozy bat Lilia nestled into your cleavage/chest.

He also very much enjoys being pampered and fed in this form, yes tell him how cute he is as you hand-feed him his favorites. The old man deserves this after everything he's been through.

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Interesting fact, male bats gather in large groups and compete for the attention of females. When doing so the males emit high-pitched calls to attract females, and females choose their mates based on these calls. So, for him, I can imagine he's gonna try serenading you as a way to attract you as his mate, funny how being in the music club fits. I wonder if Cater and Kalim will try to help their club homie out. Gonna get a free concert outside your window.

Well, either that or you're gonna get a bat demi human randomly screeching at you in an attempt of seduction.

Once your mates? The hand in the video is going to be you but you're gonna get mlemed by a WAY bigger bat.

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thelov3lybookworm · 3 months

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Remember Me? (Part 14)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: (￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho.....

thats all i got to say

(also, consider this a peace offering after the cliffhanger of the previous part 😏)

enjoy!

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"What do you mean you can't find Nyx?" Eris questioned, stepping forward to address Feyre properly while Y/n simply stared at her.

"He- he was with me in my room. But then I got up to wash my hands because there was paint on them, and when I returned, he was nowhere to be seen."

"Did you ask his maid?"

"Yes. She has not seen him since after she left him with me." Feyre glanced at Y/n with tears in her eyes, her lower lip wobbling.

Y/n reached out, tugging Feyre into a hug. The moment Feyre's head made contact with Y/n's shoulder, her tears began flowing.

Y/n felt numb, her worries raging in the back of her mind. There was only questions swirling through her head, and the answer to all those question echoing in her head.

What if it is Rhys? What if her somehow broke through the wards? Is he here to take Nyx away for some sick scheme of his?

And as she pondered about the situation, she became all the more confident in her answer.

I will go with him. Offer myself up so he would let Nyx go.

After all, it was her own fault that Feyre and Nyx's life had been ruined. If she had not went to Velaris, everyone would have been living happily.

She could not take Fin with her, but she was sure Eris would take care of him.

"Everything will be fine, Feyre. I will send out as many guards as it takes to search for him. I'm sure he will be found. Maybe he has only gone wandering into a nearby forest."

Feyre sniffled against Y/n, and that brought her back to the present.

Before Y/n could reassure Feyre too, two thuds sounded. And, turning her head to look, she found herself staring at two Illyrians and a female, all staring wide eyed at the scene before them.

Y/n's brows furrowed before she realised that these people were a part of the Night Court.

She swallowed, rubbing Feyre's back.

"Feyre?" The blonde female spoke up, causing Feyre to startle and glance up. Whatever colour was left on her face drained, and she glanced around, probably thinking of a way to escape.

When she found nothing, she turned back to the three people, offering something that looked more like a grimace than a smile.

"Hello." Feyre fiddled with her fingers, doing everything to not meet their eyes.

"Why?" It was the one with red gems adorning his form that spoke up, emotion evident in his voice.

Feyre sighed, opening her mouth to speak, but before she could, the other Illyrian, who had blue gems on his form, advanced menacingly.

He made his way straight towards Eris, and, panicked, Y/n wrapped her hand around Eris's bicep and pulled him closer. She did not know what she was hoping it would do to help, but at least it calmed her down.

And it also made the illyrian slow down a little, even though his eyes looked murderous.

"Why did you bring her here? So you could-"

"Azriel." Feyre called, stopping the male from advancing further. He turned to glance at her.

"I... I came of my own free will."

"But why?" Cried the blonde female.

Feyre rubbed her temples. "I will tell you, but not now. After the meeting. I will tell you all of what happened."

The other Illyrian, the one with the red gems, took a few steps forward to engulf Feyre in a hug. "It's okay. You can tell us whenever you feel comfortable."

"Thank you, Cassian."

The illyrian whose name was Azriel nodded, and the blonde woman looked away, but not before Y/n spied tears in her eyes.

She felt bad for them, as Feyre had been their family and they had been left in the dark for so long.

Feyre pulled back from the hug as if she remembered something. "Please don't tell Rhys where I am."

Everyone nodded, before Cassian grinned.

"So. Where is my nephew?"

A new rush of tears flooded Feyre's eyes.

"He is missing. I was trying to search for him just before you showed up."

The smile dropped from Cassian's face, and he turned to look at Azriel.

And then, a sound that had everyone going rigid and sighing in relief at the same time came from outside the huge doors, and both Fere and Y/n rushed forward.

And there, sat on a golden beast's head, was a giggling Nyx.

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fantasyandshit · 3 months

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The light and the dark

Type:Series

Part:4/?

Other parts here

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron sister reader

Summary: Yn is recovering from her…incident. Az offers his help.

(Hey a/n here. I just want to take a moment to say thank you guys so much for all the support, past accounts I’ve had have had zero contact so this means so much to me and every time I see I’ve gotten a notification from you guys a smile comes to my face. I love y’all so much and I’m glad you enjoy my work. Please comment if you want to be added to the tag list or just want to tell me something, I love them so much! And remember I need ideas so please send me some! Love y’all enjoy reading!❤️❤️)

Pain. That’s the first thing I feel, agonizing pain throughout my body. Next, I feel a weight in my left hand, something bumped yet smooth. I’m on something soft, and there’s a weight on each side of me, starting just at my shoulder blades. What is that what- I shoot up, adrenaline causing me to not struggle with the added weight but my pain increases and I let out a yelp.

“Hey, hey! Calm down, calm down. You’re ok. You need to lay down.” Hands grapple at me and I struggle as I’m forced back into the bed. I let out groans and small screams as pain continues to flare in the unknown appendages-wings- my fucking wings. I have wings. I fucking.have.wings. And they hurt like hell. Ariel’s face comes in to view and I finally calm down.

“Az-azriel?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. You’re ok. Relax.”

“Hurts.” I whimper, tears coming to my eyes. “Really hurts Az.” That’s the first time Ive called him that and it comes out in a sob.

“I know love. I know. We’re gonna fix it ok. We’re gonna make it better yeah?” I barely register what he called me as I nod my head meekly.

“Hello Yn. I’m madja, I’m a healer. Can you tell me what hurts the most?”

“Wings.” My breath comes out a bit ragged as exhaustion hits me like a brick.

“Shit, some of the wounds reopened, Azriel keep her talking and awake.”

As my eyes flutter I feel two hands on my face, “hey, hey look at me. There she is.” My eyes lock on Ariel’s as shadows dance around me. I look over to his hands, grabbing one in my hand and he tenses as I bring it in front of my face and inspect it.

“Beautiful.” I mumble as my finger traces his scars, “they’re beautiful Az, you’re beautiful.” My eyes flutter again before fire bursts in my wings and I scream loud enough I’m sure the house shook, bucking away and writhing.

“Hold her down shadowsinger.” Az grabs me and holds me as the pain continues.

“No no Az please. It hurts it hurts please. Let me go.”

“Hold her still!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The male looks away, tears of his own surfacing before Rhysand and Feyre appear, immediately understanding the situation and helping Az.

Feyre look to my eyes, “Feyre. Please it hurts. It hurts so bad.”

I watch her heart shatter in her eyes, “I know sis. I know.” Her hand whipped my sweaty face, “it’ll be over soon. I promise, it’ll all get better.”

Finally the pain leaves, now a dull ache as the fae let me go, Feyres hand now going through my hair, I lean into the comfort, eyes fluttering as I relax and finally fall asleep.

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“She should be awake by now, it’s been two weeks since she last woke up.”

“Relax Az. She needs time, you forget she hasn’t been an Illyrian more than a month and a half and her wings were severely injured not minutes after she was made one.”

A groan leaves my lips and I speak without opening my eyes, my voice horse from lack of use, “please shut up. You’re so loud.”

“Yn?” I crack my eye open to see Az, his hand holding mine as he faces me, Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian, and a blond femal I do not recognize take different positions around the room.

“Hey Az.” A smile forms on my lips, “you were worried about me. That’s sweet.” I laugh at the blush that forms on his cheeks, Cassian and Rhysand doing the same. “I don’t mean to be rude but who are you?” I turn to the beautiful blond female.

“I’m Morrigan. It’s nice to finally officially meet you. I’ve heard A lot about you.”

“All good things I hope.”

A graceful chuckle leaves her lips, “of course.”

“Where is Nesta and Elain? Are they ok?” The thought rushes to me and I almost sit up but Azriel stops me.

“They’re perfectly fine, Elain is processing and has chosen to do so alone in her room, she didn’t wish to come today, she’s been a few times during your recovery, Nest-“ there’s a tense pause, “Nesta did not wish to visit.” I nod slowly, hurt that the sisters I saved didn’t wish to see me but put it off as them healing mentally. I decide to lighten the mood, taking out minds from the solemn topic.

“Now can someone get me some water, some food, and a wing scratcher. Those exist right? Cause if not you guys will have to play eni meni minie moe to decide who does it for me.” Cassian bellows in laughter, the rest joining as i look at them with raised eyebrows, “I’m serious, these things itch like I’ve bathed them in poison ivy.”

Az squeezes my hand, my attention returning to him as the others arrange for food and water..and figure out how to find a back scratcher. “That’s the ointments love, I’ll help take care of your wings. If you’re ok with that? Wings are precious to our kind, sensitive, sacred.”

“I’d really appreciate that sweetheart.”

Shocks spreads on the males face. “Huh?”

“I said I’d appreciate that. That you’re being a sweetheart.” I try to play it off and he chuckles.

“Ok love, whatever you say.”

“I like that.”

“What?” His brows scrunch as he turns his head a little.

“When you call me love.” Blush creeps up both of our faces as we stare at each other, only broken out my Cassian clearing his throat loudly.

“I have your soup and water. Mor will send in some clothes later for you to bath and change.”

“Thank you, I take the tray from his hands and Az helps me situate myself. “You can go you know. I know you probably have better things to do than baby tend me all day.”

“I’m not baby tending you, I’m helping you recover, and there’s nothing more important to me than helping you.” I look to my soup, praying he doesn’t notice the way my blush deepens further.

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“Ok, how do you want to do this? I’m sat on a stool in the bathroom, still finding it hard to walk with the weird weight in my back.

“Could you-could you help me, I can’t undress myself.” For the millionth time today a blush spreads in our faces before he answers softly.

“Yeah, yeah I can do that.” His hands brush my back as he undoes the strings of my tunic, careful of my healing wings before he stands me up, leaning me on his arm as he slides my pants off, then helping peal of my undergarments and supporting me as I step into the warm bath water. I sink down as Azriel grabs the soaps needed. “Ok, I’ll start with your hair. Ok?”

“Ok.” I moan at the feeling of his hand massaging my scalp. Eyes falling shut as he leans my head back, carefully poring water over it and repeating that with conditioner.

“Ok um-wings are very intimate, and sensitive. Yours may be more so because they are so new and still healing. Is it ok if I touch them, I will clean them off and make sure to exfoliate and apply a lotion madja gave me to help with your itching and soreness?”

“Yes, yeah you can-you can do what you need to.”

“Ok. Az helps softly pull my wings out so they are flared seeing as I don’t know how to control the muscles yet. He softly scrubs a soap around them, when he hits a larger membrane at the top a gasp and whine leave me-fuck that feels good. “Are you ok?” He drops his movements.

“Yes I’m fine it feels really good.”

“Ok.” He nods before continuing softer than before.

That’s when it happens, his shadows are dancing around us and as I relax I spot them, tendrils of light twirling with his shadows. We both freeze as we watch, one of the lights dashes to me, rubbing my cheek before going to my ear and whispering to me. “Woah.”

“What, what’s going on.” Azriel is no longer calm

“Relax. It’s ok, they-they say I’m like you but I speak to light rather than dark. These are-these are my lights.” I chuckle, a smile gracing my lips as shadows and light twist in my hair and around me and Az’s bodies.

“Thats amazing love.” Az finishes getting the soap off my wings before helping me out and drying me off, slipping the night gown Mor gave me on and applying lotion to my wings. “We’ll tell Rhys about your powers in the morning. For now, get some rest ok love?”

“Ok.” As he turns to leave I catch his wrist, “please stay.”

After a moment, Azriel nods hesitantly, slipping his boots off and sliding into bed with me, tucking himself behind me. I grab his hands, wrapping them around me as I turn so my face is to his chest, our wings overlapping and enveloping us and themselves before we both drift off to sleep.

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There we go! Part four! I hope you enjoy, I tried to make it really sweet and fluffy. I know it’s moving fast but I can’t hold back with Azzy baby ok.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 3 months

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What about a yandere king x reader (make or female) and reader is basically a spy, making the king fall in love with them to get information etc, and reader basically tries to kill the king in his sleep but he lives cause he's a warrior at heart 💪(bbg energy lol) and basically what the king would do in that situation

An extremely cliche scenerio

Yandere! Male! King x Gn! Spy! Reader

Ugh Uni just started last week, and it was not... Fun.

One of our classes start at 7:30, and my Uni is like 30minutes-1hour far from my house so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyways, there's no classes today so I got to actually write.

I got quickly uncomfortable writing this HAHAHAH damn. So, if noncon is not your tea, or you're looking for a fluffy fic, I suggest you don't read this one. I'm serious. This is not romantic in any way.

Yandere! King name: Soma

TW: NonCon

At Saphiri, there's a lot of Kingdoms and Sultanates, and a handful of Empires. One of the Kingdoms is called the Caelum Kingdom.

It's a newly established Kingdom, and was once a sizable city without a nation. Built from the foundations of a trading center.

It's a Kingdom formed on an archipelago separated by streams of salt water and fresh water in between their islands. A tight knit community, they thrive in tourism, trading, and textile export. They were honestly on a breakthrough to become an Empire, and it was just a matter of time.

Caelum has been led by the Elara family for generations upon generations. They were the first to discover the island, to establish itself as a city, and a kingdom as they led and oversaw the whole archipelago.

And currently, it's led by Soma Elara, the 3rd born crown prince and now the King of Caelum.

Soma, being the 3rd born, didn't really have that much chance on the throne. That, and his siblings, especially the first born, were smart and all had a chance at taking the throne.

He hated it dearly.

His mother, the second Queen after the previous died, is a greedy woman.

She sees Soma as a tool, and wanted him to succeed the throne.

If not... Let's just say the back of his legs will have more scars decorated on them.

Soma suffered abuse at the hand of his mother who wanted him to catch the attention of the King. And him, conditioned by his abusive upbringing, caught the want for power from his mother.

Ego and Pride. Those two prospects were pummeled into Soma's mind. Nobody can become the King. Only he is worthy of the throne.

So, he became the perfect prince. Nevermind that he orchestrated events in which it would humiliate his siblings. That's irrelevant. What's important is him.

The perfect gentleman with the wits of a genius, he became the crown prince when the selection came.

And, to solidify his place...

His older siblings were pronounced dead due to "freak accidents". One was devoured by sea monsters, the other was torn apart by demons. The younger ones were lucky, they only got to be a bit disabled due to "their own faults at being clumsy".

To not raise suspicion, of course Soma got hurt. Dead almost, but he miraculously recovered! How delightful!

The poor scapegoat is the youngest. And, as she got executed, Soma had a cold look of arrogance on his face.

The Queen?

She's afraid of the monster she created. She wanted a King, not a tyrant.

And, as she trembles when her friends tell her how good of a King her son is, Soma glares at her coldly from the balcony, daring her to speak ill of him.

Years passed, and Soma is now of marriageable age at 25.

His advisers told him to find a Queen, but he refuses to do so.

He's thinks having a Queen would make him look weak in the eyes of people.

So, why get a Queen when he can be an absolute Patriarch?

His Pride cannot allow for a potential weakness.

Not until a certain new person entered the palace as a stableperson...

Soma is welcoming foreign envoys to his palace, in which they would have a inter-country peace talks about a certain Emperor who is wreaking havoc amongst other kingdoms in search of a knight. They said that she was the supposed to be Empress, but fled the Empire.

Even one of the Dukes there, Duke Eros, is here to talk about the man.

As Soma guides the envoys to the palace grand meeting room, a certain servant caught his eyes.

They were frolicking with his horse, who was known to be too stubborn for its own good. Heck, this horse needs coaxing from Soma even just to let him ride on it.

But this stableperson was just... Hugging and petting his horse without any kind of violent reaction.

Honestly, Soma's ego was bruised.

His eyebrows furrowed as he led the envoys to the meeting hall once more.

He needs to know who this person is.

After quite the gruelling three hours of a collective disbelief over the actions of the Emperor Callisto, Soma got out of the meeting room and bid a good day to the envoys. Without any more distractions, he marched to the stables to find the person.

There, he saw you. Brushing the coat of his horse ever so gently and with a hum.

Oh he's annoyed.

Again, how can this pride filled horse just... Let's you be?

"State your name."

Your head, that was hidden due to being on the other side of the horse, popped out of the frame and he lets out a confused look.

You look so... Cute and innocent with those sparkling eyes that held so much affection for the horse in front of you.

"Oh! Your majesty!" You bowed. Even your voice sounds so sweet. "My name is Y/N. I'm not unworthy to meet you but..."

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling once more but now, with affection for him.

Oh?

"But I am so glad to meet you, your majesty."

Your voice held so much affection and love for him.

He cleared his throat, a bit awkward.

Sure, people admired him, but these people always held reverence and respect first. But here you are, projecting your affection like this.

His ego was fed immensly.

"You're bold." Soma smirked, "I like that."

He didn't miss the way your eyes widened subtly. Your face glowed with radiance of happiness that he was so sure he got blinded.

"Oh! Oh my..." You held your blushing cheeks, shy. "Thank you, your majesty... Um Oh..."

You bowed and ran away, fully embarrassed.

Soma, surprised, let his guard down a bit as he laughed gently at your antics.

You were like a deer that was curious, then runs away when get caught.

He liked that.

Immensly.

Yet, what he doesn't know, is that you were smirking as you ran away.

You knew that a prideful man like him wouldn't like a strong independent person.

That would just clash with his personality.

But, what if that person was cute, innocent, shy, friendly... Someone who is easily protect-able. Someone who loves them immensely and is shy about it?

It would inflate his ego wildly seeing this naive person love them without a care.

You're a spy sent by the Emperor Callisto in order to find his darling knight here. And, if you can't find her, you just need to send the Emperor information, so that he can infiltrate the Kingdom and wreck havoc just to lure out the knight.

Honestly, the Emperor scares you. Who's crazy enough to wage countless wars just to find his woman?

Or does he delight in bloodshed and finding his darling is just an excuse?

Who knows, but you knew you have to kill Soma after you extracted enough information from him to start the war inside the Kingdom.

Starting with capturing the heart of the Prideful King.

"Soma!"

You ran to Soma and hugged him tightly. A happy smile on your face with a blush well orchestrated that you know he loves.

Soma smiles and kisses the top of your head before continuing to talk to his Prime Minister.

In those two months that you were here, you painstakingly captured Soma in your hands. Continuing to act as the naive person who doesn't know noble etiquette, you were a breath of fresh air in the uptight palace.

The servants love you, the other nobles look longingly your way, wanting to act as carefree as you.

And Soma? He's head over heels for you.

Yet, in his mind, you were the one in love. Not him. He loves having you by his arms, with you just loving him affectionately and being there to relieve his stress.

You were promoted to consort immediately once you confessed to him fully, and was now a precious being inside the Kingdom.

After all, this King who doesn't want marriage, with ego so high people swore it was through the heavens, suddenly had a consort on their way to become his royal partner.

Soma gave you everything. He loves giving you gifts, asserting dominance as he spoils you greatly.

And, as his reward, you would pour your affection to him while asking about information that he willingly gave.

After all, the foolish king still thinks you won't betray him.

You were only a stableperson, who in their right mind would betray him? Someone who's such a catch?

Sure, he's really handsome. People were lining left and right for his hand in marriage after all. And he spoils you greatly. You won't betray him. He knows it.

But, why are you straddling his lap now, in the middle of the knight, with a knife raised up high?

You were staring at him so coldly, he swore you are a different person.

Anguish, that's what Soma felt first.

He wanted to ask you why, but anger immediately filled him as you swung the knife down.

You're fast, but not fast enough.

He grabbed your hand and gripped it hard, making you seethe and drop the knife hilt down on the bed.

"WHY?!" He screamed, trying to clutch your body to submission. "HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME!"

You gritted your teeth and tried to thrash away from his hold, not saying anything.

When he got you pinned down on the bed, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"Who sent you." He chillingly said that you gulped and shakily answered.

"Emperor Callisto."

Soma stopped, eyes darkened to a degree.

Yet, the words that came out of his mouth was surprising for you.

"So, you're doing this for a man other than me?"

He threw his head back, laughing wildly as his pride got pummeled fully.

First, you made him dance on your palm. Make him spill information and secrets. Let him spoil you greatly. Let you love him freely! And this is how you pay him? A betrayal for another man?

You're such a greedy fucker.

"Oh, cuz he's an Emperor, isn't he?" He spat out, eyes wide with extreme jealousy and unbridled rage. His squeeze on your waist was hurting you immensely. "And i'm not? Is this it? Do you spread your legs to men of higher status huh?"

Your heart dropped when you saw him take off his dress shirt, displaying his carved out muscles that once brought you lust, but now it brought you fear.

Soma gripped your shirt, eyes dead with no light. His mouth a thin light as he captured your lips in a frenzied kiss.

He's no one with pride now. His ego gone.

The betrayal made him crazy as you made him crazy for you.

Placing a palm on your abdomen, he smirks. An evil intent on his eye.

"I'm gonna fuck/breed you into submission." He growls out, grinding his hips against yours. "I'm gonna make you forget the Emperor. I only want you to only live for me, sing and dance for me, I want you to only love me."

And as he relishes in the fear in your eyes, he smirks.

You're his.

And he will break you into being his if you try to get out of his clutches at all.

Remember that.

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bambithewriter · 3 months

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Romancing Pandora day 3

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam x Fem!human reader x aged up!Lo’ak

Content: MDNI, dubcon, threesome, dom Lo’ak, dom Neteyam, sub reader, anal play, P in V, squirting, overstimulation, spitting, oral (Male and female receiving), reader is basically a sex toy,

A/N: You guys, this is pure filth. Horniness took over while I wrote this. Still, I hope you enjoy reading it💗

Lovely image by @Teytesuli on Pinterest and the banner is by @cafekitsune

The sound of skin slapping and sinful moans could be heard throughout the small room that I called my bedroom. It wasn’t all that big since the humans didn’t have a lot of living space in the lab. “Such a bad girl, mama. Locking us out of your bedroom like that.” Lo’ak grunted into my left ear. “Gonna give you a good pounding to remind you of your place. Fuck, gonna give you that Olo’eyktan dick.” Neteyam hissed in my right ear.

Lo’ak his cock was shoved deep into my forbidden hole, hitting it from the back. He was rough, his pace unforgiving. His cock was long and curved slightly, bullying my asshole. His hands massaged my breasts, his thumbs teasingly rubbing against my nipple. Neteyam took me from the front, tormenting my pussy with his fat cock. His cock was thick and wide, stretching me to impossible lengths. His hands were on my hips, holding me up from the ground.

My feet dangled helplessly as they fucked me like I was just some sex doll. Their human fuck toy.

My lips were parted as I mewled softly, completely cock drunk. Drool ran down my chin as Neteyam hungrily licked it up with his large tongue. Lo’ak took one hand off of my breast before grabbing onto my hair, and yanking it back. I whimpered softly at the sensation of the light tugging as my head rested on his shoulder. He looked down at me with a predatory grin and lust-filled eyes. “Open your mouth, pretty girl.” He ordered me, not waiting for me to obey him as his thumb entered my mouth, forcing it open.

Before I knew it he spit in my mouth, forcing me to swallow it. “That’s a good slut.” He said in a dark tone as his hand made its way back to my unattended breast, giving it a light spank before continuing to massage it. I barely had time to recover as Neteyam took my lips into a passionate kiss. His big tongue invaded my smaller mouth as he dominated me entirely.

I completely lost it when Neteyam started tapping my clit, causing me to squirt on his cock. I softly cried in the kiss, the sensations so intense. The pleasure was overwhelming. My pussy fluttered around his cock as I couldn’t stop cumming, nearly forcing his cock out. Neteyam grunted into the kiss as my tight hole fluttered around him causing him to spurt his hot seed inside of me, painting my walls white.

My tiny hole couldn’t take this much cum as some of it dripped down my hole, landing on the floor. Lo’ak growled into my ear when my asshole clenched around his cock. He pulled out before stroking his cock, cumming all over my ass. A puddle of slick and cum formed on the floor below while the scent of sex filled the room.

When I finally thought it was over, they proved to me otherwise. Neteyam turned my body around in the air, placing my legs around his neck while my upper body helplessly dangled above the floor. Before I knew it Neteyam his mouth hungrily lapped at my pussy, his tongue swirling over my clit while Lo’ak thrust his fat cock in my mouth. This was not over by long…

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realitys-ex · 3 months

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I think one of my favourite (as in the way it is applied is funny) pieces of world building is how gender/sex works for the Singers/Parshendi.

Which is 99% of the forms they have are asexual (called malen and femalen) and only in their mate form do they experience sexual attraction (and won't have any idea what their orientation is before they enter mateform).

Now this is kinda fun by itself, but it leads to something great:

Spren Gender patterns itself on Sapient Perception, so half of spren are male, half are female.

And Syl mentions specifically that older spren can be of four genders, because "Humans didn't imagine them".

So they are Singer Genders, which are malen, femalen, male, and female.

And the diffenrence between malen-male, and femalen-female is... male and female are horny and distracted by the fact that they are horny.

So some significant portion (I doubt 50%, probably 5-10%) of ancient Spren were horny all the time, but couldn't do anything about it, cause spren can't have sex.

I don't know what that implies, but it is hilarious.

#cfsbf #cosmere #stormlight archive #brandon sanderson #spren #this is a joke #more or less #very much not to be taken seriously

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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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Could I request an angst and fluff/comfort fic where the reader is the long lost half-sister of both Azriel and Cassian. (She shares a father with Cassian and a mother with Azriel.) She’s super shy and they are protective of her. Maybe they find her in a dangerous situation and save her. Thank you and I love your writing ☺️

hi my love! thank you for the kind words and for the request. I love this idea, I hope you like it💜 (omg I wrote and posted this whole thing before I noticed the “long lost” part I’m sorry)

A New Illyria

Cassian x Azriel x Valkyrie sister!Reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, violence, mentions of torture

Cold snow seeped through your combat boots, the familiar cold air of Windhaven bringing a pink tinge to your nose and cheeks. Teeth chattered next to you, a smirk on your face as you turned to see Nesta rubbing her arms as she fought the cold.

“How do you stand this?” she gritted through her teeth, eyes focused on the Valkyries sparring on the training mats ahead of you.

“I was born here. Velaris is almost too warm for me,” you joked, pausing the conversation to call out a correction to a young warrior’s form.

Nesta made a gagging sound at the mention of your childhood. “I will never understand how you turned out even relatively normal growing up here, and with Cassian and Azriel as brothers?” She rolled her eyes in jest, a small laugh escaping her at the thought.

“I wouldn’t have survived without them, really. Azriel protected me from our father, kept my wings from being clipped. And without Cassian, I never would have met Rhys and his mother either. They’re a better family, and brothers, than I could have dreamed of.”

Willing back the tears that lined your eyes at the thought of your family, you stepped assertively into the ring. Turning over your shoulder, you winked at Nesta, adding, “and best of all, they trained me.”

“Alright Valkyries, listen up,” you called, Nesta stepping up to stand along side you as you addressed your warriors. “You are dismissed from training for today. I suggest you get some good rest tonight, because we’ll being sparring with the Illyrian males tomorrow as we prepare to combine forces against Koschei.”

With a nod of dismissal, you and Nesta left the training center, heading back to the strategy tent where your brothers stood with Rhys and Feyre, all focused on a map of Prythian. Cassian wrapped Nesta in a hug, her attitude instantly improving at his warm arms wrapped around her. Azriel came over to you, your brother pulling you in for a hug as he brought you over to the strategy board.

“How did training go?” He asked, hazel eyes watching carefully as he brought his arm around your shoulder.

You glanced at Nesta, the two of you sharing a tired look as you let out a wry laugh. “It was fine. The Valkyries are more than prepared, but I can’t say the same for the Illyrians. I saw Devlon and some others watching our training. They’re still furious about our being welcome to train here.”

Rhys’s violet eyes pierced you, the raw power of a High Lord shining through. “They will follow the orders given to them, or face the consequences.” You nodded to him, his promise doing little to settle the unease that filled you as you recalled the looks you’d received since your arrival.

You ate dinner quickly at the Valkyries’ food hall before heading to your private tent on the females’ side of the camp. As feelings of restlessness and nausea roiled through your body, you tossed and turned in your cot for what felt like hours - until you heard a crack in the distance, followed by a shout.

Drawing your dagger, you crept through the flaps of your tent, vision struggling to focus in the dark night as you left to investigate. A rustling sound came from the edge of the camp, your instincts on alert as you prepared to face your attacker.

You released a deep breath as Nesta revealed herself as the cause of the noise, peering out of her shared tent with Cassian as her silvery eyes locked with yours. She strode towards you, looking around warily when she reached your tent.

“Did you hear that shout?” she whispered, a white-knuckle grip on Ataraxia as she examined the surrounding tents for any sign of disturbance.

You nodded, gesturing towards the other edge of camp where a light flickered behind a tent. “It sounded like it came from that direction. Might just be nothing,” you breathed, that nausea creeping in your gut from earlier.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you looked to Nesta, who seemed as unsteady as you felt. “Let’s just go check it out. Make sure everything is okay,” she whispered, not waiting before stalking towards the light.

As you neared the tent, you heard muffled sounds, a clatter of metal before glass shattered to the ground. The tent caught fire, flames quickly spreading across the structure. Opening your mouth to let out a call for help, a hand wrapped around you, dagger piercing your wing as your vision grew blurry. You saw the glint of Ataraxia in the moonlight as it clattered to the ground from Nesta’s hand before the world faded to black.

The first thing you noticed when you awoke was the pounding against your skull, your vision fading in and out of focus. Your tried to bring your hands to rub your eyes, instead feeling cold iron shackled around your wrists. Alertness came to you at the realization, suddenly more aware of your arms stretched high above your head, the sharp pain through your wings, spread out and nailed to the wall.

Your voice echoed faintly through your mind, heavy head craning to see Nesta, Gwyn, and other shackled to the walls on either side of you. “Faebane,” you uttered out, recognizing the feeling from what you’d heard of the drug.

Gwyn nodded, her eyes heavy as she leaned against the cold stone. “They laced our food with it. All of the Valkyries.”

You didn’t have the energy to respond, searing pain cutting through as your wings twitched against their restraints. You had failed these females, your soldiers. You bit your lip to hold back the tears that threatened to fall when a heavy door swung open.

Devlon strode into the room, the smug grin on his face mirrored by the number of Illyrian males flanking him on each side. “Your halfbreed High Lord is a fool to believe he has control over these camps. Much less your bastard brother,” he clicked his tongue, glancing toward where Nesta glared at him from the other side of the room.

“We will not allow our resources and weapons to be sullied by females any longer. You are a waste of space, hindering real warriors’ abilities to prepare for the upcoming war.” Devlon pulled a dagger - your dagger - from his holster, a wicked gleam in his eye as he held it to the light.

“Despite our attempts at discussion as to why you are a plague on this camp, our message seems to have fallen on deaf ears. Unsurprising when halfbred bastards are in charge.”

Refusing to show your fear, you maintained eye contact with Devlon as he slammed your dagger into the stone just above your wing, grazing the blade against the sensitive membrane. “I think that your wings on display at camp would be a fitting memo, don’t you?”

Gathering what little moisture remained in your weakened body, you spat in Devlon’s eye, the warlord rearing back in anger as he delivered a slap to your face. You smiled through bloody teeth at him, the Illyrian visibly shaken by your reaction. Curling his lip in disgust, Devlon pulled your wing taut as he twirled the dagger in his other hand - only to be interrupted by the door bursting open, blue and red light flashing throughout the room as male warriors dropped dead.

Heads turned, a bright smile lighting your features as you finally let the tears fall at the sight of your brothers. Rage filled their eyes, Cassian cutting down any male who stood between himself and Nesta as he sought his mate. Azriel ripped Devlon off of you, flinging the male to the ground as his head hit stone with a sickening crunch.

Rhys followed behind, waving away your shackles with a flick of his hand. Azriel caught you, holding you close to his chest as your brother apologized profusely. You shook your head, holding him as close as your sore muscles would allow.

Cassian pulled Nesta along with him, the three of you embracing while Azriel went to help Gwyn and the rest. When you returned to the camps, they were noticeably more empty than usual, and one look at the dark swirls of anger in Rhys’s eyes told you all that you needed to know.

Your army would be down in numbers, but stronger in alliance as you prepared to defend your home. All of you slept in the cabin that night, finding comfort in being with your brothers, and planning for tomorrow when you would rebuild the Night Court - forming an army that defended and valued all of its citizens.

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loverofgenya · 11 months

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３０ｄａｙｓｏｆＰｒｉｄｅ!

Day 3 ; Uzui + His Wives x Gn!Reader (By Anon)

for 30 days of pride can i have some uzui+wives content, please? i made the mistake to lurk on tiktok again and the amount of ppl saying he should just have hina as wife and choosing to ignore suma and makio's existence really made me sad 😭😭 thank youuu ♥️

Puffing your cheeks out in annoyance, you could only hold Hina, Suma and Makio close to your chest -- glaring at the so called husband of you and the females. Uzui could only chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of his neck at the stare of his partner.

"Look, [Name] I didnt mean-"

"BULLSHIT! CUT THE EXCUSES UZUI!!!" Makios voice was loud as she screeched at the male, annoyance clear in her voice as she clung to you.

Shrinking at the yelling of his wife, Uzui squeaked out. "Right. Sorry Ma'am"

Snorting at his now scared form, you jerked r head away. "Deserved. Mothefucker ate our last batch Mochi"

"Lo-Love maybe give Uzui-San a break he didnt know" Suma stuttered out, glancing from her lovers to her husband.

Smiling gently, Hina cooed at the smaller female. "Oh baby, we're being the softest with him we can. He hate our sweets we made, so he needs to be taught a lesson"

You, Hina and Makio stared at the cowring Uzui with threatnings smiles, Suma staring with dotted eyes -- not knowing what was going to happen.

(I loved this so much cause i know theyre not that soft toward him idc what yall say lolz)

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