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𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 | jojolion; two.

002 | first rate fruit.

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pairing : jojolion x gn reader summary : the heir to an limitless fortune goes on a vacation to morioh to find their true love. seems easy enough; only, if that they're unable to find their love, they'll lose not just their fortune, but their life. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.9k+

★ . . . JOSHU GLANCED BACK AT YOU and Karera in the backseat every five minutes. Whether it was because he was afraid you would use your Stand again, or because he really found you that ugly, you couldn’t tell. His wariness stifled the car, and all your attempts at making conversation fell flat.

“I can’t believe you used your Stand on him already,” Karera said from the corner of her mouth. She’d whined for Joshu to move up his car seat but he’d refused, and so her legs were folded nearly up to her chin. “And over a drink.”

“I was thirsty,” you said. “And besides, he was being an asshole.”

“I can hear you,” Joshu growled.

You raised your voice. “You were being an asshole.”

Joshu stopped at a red light, none too gently, knocking your head against the window.

“What number did he roll?” Karera asked.

“A five.”

“Knew it.” She caught your arm before you could slip your bone dice into your pocket. “Let me roll again.”

“You know what number you’ll get.”

“Still. I want to check.”

You held out the jade plate as Karera shook the dice in her fist and dropped them. The dice practically landed on their sides, five pips on one and six on the other. Even though Karera had been rolling an eleven for years now, she still looked pleased at the number.

Although your bone dice were in some ways still up to chance, you could make a good guess as to what number someone would roll. Strangers were more likely to roll a five, making them the best to assign tasks to. Friends were seven or eight and family regularly rolled nines and tens. Only the closest and most trusted were able to roll an eleven, and you had yet to meet anyone who could roll a twelve. Karera had jokingly suggested once that only your true love could roll that perfect number. You had rolled your eyes, but with how things were going, that would quickly be put to the test.

You made eye contact with Joshu again in the rearview mirror. He made a face and you made one right back. At least you knew Joshu was out of the running.

“That river is gorgeous,” Karera sighed. Looking out your own window, a smile spread over your face at the sight. You rolled down your window to listen to the gushing water as you crossed over the bridge. With the dropping sun splashing sparkles over the water, the water was bright enough to hurt.

“What’s the river called?” you asked Joshu.

“Stupid River.”

You scowled. “I’m here on vacation. The least you can do is tell me about the town a little bit.”

Joshu let out a long-suffering sigh. “This is the Ichio River,” he said in monotone. “We’re currently on the Hagi Bridge. Crossing over it, we arrive in Morioh, known for its tourism industry and beef tongue pickled in miso.” He cut you off before you could speak. “No, I’m not gonna take you, don’t even ask.”

Morioh. You craned your neck to take in the town sign as you passed. Above the town’s name was a curved M beneath a crown. Set against the backdrop of dusk, the villas you passed were neatly pressed and decorated, all of them fitting together like a well-curated photograph. One of these villas was your mother’s, but for a night at least, you would be staying with the Higashikata family. Something about business partners and family debts and associations. In one of your bags was a bottle of very expensive cherry wine from your family’s winery. You would probably forget to give it to the Higashikatas, you thought idly.

The rest of the buildings and streets you passed were similarly cultivated. Nothing out of place. A perfectly peaceful and pleasant town to spend the summer. The only thing that took you by surprise were the huge cliffs rising out of the ground as Joshu drove you past the edge of the villas.

“What are those?” you breathed. You leaned out of your window to get a better look. The tallest mounds reached well over your head, the setting sun casting their shadows on the road. You gawked at the houses embedded in the cliffs and a line of road that started on the ground but then crawled up the cliffs as though it had been caught unawares. It was like some kid had gone haywire in his model city and pushed up a section, leaving everything crooked and askew. In some places, dark holes gaped out from the exposed ground. Disturbingly, you thought they looked like eyes.

Joshu barely glanced at the protuberances. “Oh, those? They’re the Wall Eyes. There was an earthquake a few years back and those cliffs just rose up from the ground. I remember some fake-ass researcher saying on TV they were from tectonic plates or faults or something. Hell if I know. Now they’re just a part of the scenery.”

“They’re cool as hell,” Karera said. You didn’t quite agree. Something about the cliffs unsettled you. They didn’t belong in the picturesque town you’d been driving through.

“There are houses and stuff scattered all over those cliffs. They ever find anything weird in there?” Karera asked.

Joshu twisted his lips. “Oh yeah, plenty of shit. An entire person was found near there one time.”

Karera looked delighted. You clenched the bone dice in your pocket. “It must have been terrible. These cliffs suddenly breaking through Morioh after the earthquake.”

Joshu rolled his eyes. “You’re telling me. My house is right by those stupid Wall Eyes. We used to have a killer view until the cliffs showed up.”

Karera tapped your knee. “Relax. It’s just a bunch of cliffs.”

You pressed your lips together. Cliffs though they were, you were still glad when they disappeared from sight as Joshu drove into Morioh’s city centre.

“Dad wanted me to take you to our fruit parlour before we dropped off your things at our house,” Joshu said as you got out of his car. His face had twisted back into a scowl. “Acting like I’m your goddamn tour guide or something. Come on. We don’t have all day.”

You admired downtown Morioh as Joshu led you and Mori to the Higashikata’s fruit parlour. All of the buildings were easily accessible immediately following the train station. Unlike the more confusing layouts of cities you had visited, Morioh made it easy to drift from shop to shop and in between restaurants. With no traffic around, the pleasant murmur of conversation and music invited you to relax and simply enjoy the city’s atmosphere. All of the buildings were tidy and modern, and lacked the oversaturation of brands and advertising. You caught Karera’s arm as she approached some poor old man’s snack bar. It was way too early for her to be scamming people yet.

“Here we are,” Joshu announced with false enthusiasm. “The Higashikata Fruit Parlour, home to the finest fruits or whatever.”

The parlour was surrounded on all sides by various high-end boutiques. Peeking in the display case, you found a selection of melons, all as perfect and delectable as an artist’s rendering.

“What the hell is that?” Karera murmured, looking up at the parlour’s sign. The unfamiliar symbol on the sign was inside the outline of a pear inside the shape of another fruit. You turned to ask Joshu about it only to find he’d already gone inside.

“Dad,” Joshu called, startling the people browsing around inside. “I got the rich brat from the airport!”

Karera raised her eyebrow at you. You threw back a pointed look.

From the back of the shop, a voice snapped, “Joshu. Is that any way to talk to your guest? Apologize immediately.”

“They’re a rich brat, aren’t they?”

“The only brat here is you.” A man emerged from the back. He cast an apologetic look at the shop patrons before glaring at Joshu. “Apologize. Now.”

Joshu rolled his eyes. “Be glad I even drove them all the way out here. Didn’t I tell you I’m gonna be busy?”

The man looked like he was trying his hardest not to smack Joshu upside the head. “We just received a shipment of mandarin oranges. Go help unload them from the truck.”

“Huh? Hell no, I’ve got things to do and I’ve already wasted enough time—”

The man all but hauled Joshu off to the back. He returned a minute later, smoothing down his puffer vest.

“I apologize for my son. No matter how hard I try, he still acts like a bonehead.”

You waved it off. “I’ve dealt with worse, Higashikata-san.”

“None of that. Your family and mine have been business partners for years and friends for longer. Norisuke is fine.” Norisuke stepped back to look you over. “You’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you. Practically an adult now.”

Although you’d spent a few obligatory summers of your childhood here in Morioh, you remembered next to none of it. That being said, you still felt a familiar fondness looking at the man in front of you with the light beard and spheres running through his hair. The turtleneck and puffer vest had to be new, though.

Norisuke asked, “How are you doing? Your family is doing well?”

“As well as can be expected.” You shrugged. “Things are more or less the same. How is your family? Your fruit parlour looks like it’s doing well.” You took the opportunity to hand over the bottle of cherry wine. You couldn’t be expected to go anywhere without spreading the winery infamy.

Norisuke grinned, accepting the bag. “Indeed, it is. I’ll take you up to the café later. It’s undergone major renovations since you were here last. As for my family… as well as can be expected,” he said, echoing your words.

You gestured for Karera to come over. She quickly dropped the box of mangoes she’d been holding and plastered on a huge smile. “This is Sakunami Karera. She’s a close friend. She’s spending my vacation with me.”

Norisuke shook Karera’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Karera smiled. “Right back at you. Your fruit parlour is lovely. You’ve got some real nice melons here.” She only slightly winced when you jabbed your hand into her back.

Norisuke turned back to look at you. You noticed his eyes linger on the brand on the back of your hand. Maybe it wasn’t as faint as you’d thought. “I’m happy you’re here, but I can only assume you’re not here just for leisure.”

You pressed your lips together, suddenly wanting to hide your hand. “Unfortunately not.”

Norisuke’s eyes seemed to pierce straight through you. Karera aside, you supposed Norisuke would be the only one who knew the true reason you were in Morioh.

“And how old would you be this year?”

“Nineteen in a few weeks.”

That was all Norisuke needed to hear. He rubbed a hand across his beard, looking thoughtful. “I see. We’ll have to speak more about that when we get to the house.”

Your stomach twisted at that. Noticing your discomfort, Karera smoothly swept in.

“Would you mind showing us around, Norisuke-san? You really do have a lovely shop. I’ve never seen such a boogie place for some fruit.”

Norisuke preened, like a cat who had been scratched in just the right spot. “Of course.” He began walking around the shop, his voice taking on the timbre of a documentary host. “You might be put off by the prices, but all the fruits here are first-rate. Grown from first-rate trees in first-rate farms and sold exclusively at the Higashikata Fruit Parlour. Meanwhile, the fruits in supermarkets are third-rate, trying to reel you in by being cheap!” Norisuke gestured at the meticulously displayed boxes of fruit. Oranges, peaches, dragonfruit, pears. All smooth and gleaming under the store lights with not a bruise to be seen. The fruits rested on white tissue paper above a small golden rectangle denoting their price. In the corner of each box was a bow, tied neatly with ribbon.

“Fruit is special,” Norisuke said. “When someone is ill or befalls misfortune, you only ever send flowers and fruit. If they’re healthy and celebrating, though, there’s no shortage of things to give them!”

You exchanged a look with Karera. The comment you’d been wanting to make about Norisuke selling ridiculously overpriced fruit wilted.

“Whaddya do you do with the overripe fruit?” Karera asked. You were wondering the same thing. If this fruit parlour really was “first-rate” it was unlikely Norisuke would sell overripe fruit. Then again, he didn’t seem like the type to just throw it away either.

Norisuke grinned wide. “That’s where the fruit parlour on the second floor comes in.” He led you over to the elevator on the far side of the shop. “We offer melon parfaits and other desserts to our customers and use the fruits before they spoil, thereby eliminating the heavy losses we might have.”

Karera nodded, pressing the elevator call button. “That’s pretty impressive, Norisuke-san. You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

You bit back the urge to roll your eyes. Flattery was Karera’s middle name. She was probably thinking she'd be able to steal from here as you spoke.

“It’s the flow of business I’ve created,” Norisuke said smugly. “Won’t find another place like this one.”

Punctuating this grand statement was a spectacular crash from the back room. A heavy thump followed not a second later, along with a flurry of … questionable obscenities.

Norisuke closed his eyes. “I’m gonna kill that kid.”

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime.

“You two go on ahead,” Norisuke said, suddenly sounding tired. “Have one of the servers up there fix you both a parfait. On the house. We’ll be closing up in about an hour. I’ll come up to get you when it’s time to leave.”

You and Karera thanked Norisuke before stepping into the elevator.

“Couldn’t have laid on the flattery any harder could you, Karera?”

She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. “Whatever. I was thinking I could pull my hair trick on Norisuke or something but it wouldn’t work with fruit. I’ll have to wait till we get to the parlour.”

Even now, you couldn’t understand Karera’s compulsion to dupe people when you had more than enough money to do anything. “Norisuke said the parfaits were on him.”

“You never know.”

The elevator doors opened, and you and Karera stepped into a spacious parlour. Booths took up the entire left side, the huge windows affording customers with a lovely view of Morioh’s downtown bathed in the setting sun. To the other side was an open bar and kitchen, the tiny, embedded lights in the ceiling making the fruits and whips of cream seem to glow. You inhaled, smiling at the lilt of fruit and light sweetness of ice cream and icing. No wonder there were so many people here, even at the late hour. It was the perfect place to wind down after a day spent browsing boutiques.

Karera let out a low whistle, watching the servers move efficiently about the space. They were all just as lovely as the boutique, wearing crisp waist aprons over dark clothes. You were amused that both the male and female servers had a pale pink kerchief tied over their hair.

“You’d look cute in one of those,” you quipped to Karera. A voice cut in before she could reply.

“Welcome to the Higashikata Fruit Parlour. My name is Josuke and I’ll be your server today.”

A charming gap-toothed smile followed the greeting, along with a pair of the most unusual violet-blue eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat.

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dude-wheres-makar · 3 years

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Why did I just choose to be friends with people that just ate anything in their paths in middle school

#And I'm still friends with most of them #I folded my friend a paper crane in 8th grade science #He liked it and asked me to fold another so I did #And then he ate it #One of my other friends has dnd dice #And took 2 of them and pit them in his mouth and I just had to live with it #And then there were the ✨contributions✨#We don't talk about those #Thise were terrifying #dude im rambling

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dreaminpetals · 3 years

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can i request a fic where naib thinks his fem s/o is cheating on him when she isn't, and it leads to... smut perhaps 👉👈

🔪 mister loverman // naib subedar

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it was a usual occurrence for everyone in the manor to become a bag of nerves weeks before the annual ball. hunters and survivors alike were expected to pick a date and a lavish outfit in a short period of time, all while balancing brutal ranked matches and competitive tournaments.

naib wanted to ask you ー he was going to ask you, his one and only love, but he wasn't sure how. if it was up to him he'd casually ask over dinner, but his friends had chided him for his bluntness. eli's advice repeatedly swam through his ears. 'give her the invitation she deserves, not what's easiest for you, naib.' he'd have to think of something romantic, something that would amaze you and leave all the girls jealous.

until then, naib fiddled with his elbow pads at the dining table, eager to get matched up already so he could release all his pent up anger on the battlefield. he was seated between his girlfriend and her new best friend, luca. the two were always up to something and naib would be lying if he said he didn't feel the thorns of jealousy every time he saw the prisoner by your side. luca was an alright guy on his own, but he had no sense of boundaries and got a little too close to you for naib's comfort. platonically holding hands with luca always leaves your boyfriend a disgruntled mess. that should be him with his fingers wrapped around yours.

"hey naib, pass this to y/n for me," luca sneered and a twitching hand passed him a folded up note. he did just that. you passed him a note back, so on and so forth. naib wondered just what they were talking about that couldn't be spoken aloud, were they discussing him?

were they flirting?

no, you wouldn't betray his trust like that. you promised you would stay with naib through thick and thin, there was no chance of you leaving him for luca. he pushed his darker thoughts to the back of his mind when the fourth survivor and hunter joined.

naib was the first survivor to be blasted back to the manor, all because luca kept distracting everyone. making funny faces, trying to convince the hunter to go friendly, all the things naib hated during matches. sure, it was only a quick match, but it wasn't often he got to be matched up with his girlfriend. the urge to protect you always took over his body and made him fight better, this was his chance to shine and luca snuffed it out.

before naib could storm out of the room, two notes crumpled on the floor by the dining table caught his attention. would it be so bad if he read them for himself? seeing an innocent conversation between you and luca would quell all the suspicions that plagued his heart, he thought. naib smoothed out the notes and what he saw shook him to his very core.

'y/n, would you like to be my date for the ball?'

'of course, luca!"

naib's hands began to shake uncontrollably and it took all of his self restraint to not rip the notes into shreds. he fucking loved you. and you did this.

the notes were stuffed into his pockets. he was going to confront you for this and it wasn't going to look pretty. it would hurt to lash out at his girlfriend, who he thought was the love of his life, but if you were so willing to throw everything away for a random newcomer in the manor ... so be it, he would make you regret hurting him. the closer he stomped to your shared dorm, the heavier the weight in his pockets felt. two slips of paper. that was all it took to shatter naib subedar's heart and douse the shards in gasoline.

he couldn't bear to look at the couple photos hung up on the walls. the dishes you made together during a pottery class. the presents you bought each other. your belongings still on the nightstand. he would have to throw all of it out. naib took a seat on the edge of the bed, releasing a ragged breath he didn't know he was holding. his whole face was red and he was shaking with a silent rage. if it wasn't for the damage in his elbows he would have punched a hole through the wall. his girlfriend, his future wife, the love of his life had cheated on him. it still hasn't sunk in yet.

when he heard two pairs of footsteps approach the door, your graceful steps and luca's hobbled footing, naib winced. his nails dug into his thighs as the doorknob turned, and a single tear trickled down his cheek when you bid luca goodbye.

"hi babe! sorry if this is sudden but have you seen my dice? i can't seem to find them anywhere..." your innocent, sweet tone normally made naib's heart swell, but now it was more comparable to his heart being torn in half with rusty pliers. he wanted to lash out at you, to scream and show you just how much pain he was in, but the moment he heard your voice and felt your presence in the room all of his rage subsided. he still loved you.

"why don't you ask luca." his voice had an unrecognizable emotion in it.

"luca? why's that?" he could hear you drop your bags to the floor and approach him. "hey, is everything alright?" you went to place a concerned hand on his shoulder but his quick reflexes allowed him to roughly grip your hand and twist it midair, holding you in place. "huh?! naib stop it, you're hurting me!" he let go when he heard those words fall from your mouth.

"i said. why don't you ask luca." he hissed, venom oozing from every word. it was strange, when the hooded mercenary turned to face you, fear and confusion were apparent in your eyes.. you didn't look like someone who was caught in the act, moreso like someone caught in a misunderstanding. "i found these in the dining room," he fished the notes out of his pockets and placed them in your palm, grabbing your other wrist so the notes would be cupped in your hands. he didn't want to look at them. "care to explain?"

"naib, let me go," your hollow voice flickered above a whisper. you tried to move your hands but they were trapped by his larger ones. the eyes staring daggers into you were so damp, like he was moments away from bursting into tears. he wouldn't budge. "naib... i can explain this if you let me go. i know what you're thinking and i didn't cheat on you,"

his gaze softened and he slowly freed you from his grip. in a heartbeat, you fetched two extra notes from your pockets. laying them out on the bed, they formed a conversation:

'can i ask you something?'

'of course, luca!'

'y/n, would you like to be my date for the ball?'

'i'm sorry, i'm waiting for naib to ask me'

naib reread the notes so many times he may as well have burned holes in them. the tears that fell from his troubled eyes stained the papers and made them even harder to read... he was so furious with his love and she hasn't done anything.

"naib sweetie, it's okay... i would have thought the same thing if i were you," a pang of guilt hit your heart to see the usually strong and fearless naib subedar look so crestfallen, so stripped down and vulnerable. you were all he had and for a moment he thought he lost everything. you crawled into his lap and draped your arms around his shoulders, craning your neck to give him a reassuring kiss. it took a few seconds for naib to react, pecking your lips then pulling away again. he hesitated for a moment before his arms rested on either sides of your waist, it was clear he was afraid to touch you. naib didn't want to hurt you again.

his adam's apple bobbed as he thought of what to say. the words trapped in his throat were begging to spill out but he couldn't think of an adequate way to apologize to you. "i shouldn't have assumed," was all he could sombrely squeeze out, gingerly tugging you close so your rosy face could press against his tearful one. when you kissed again, a thin string of saliva connected your aching lips as he pulled away to speak once more, "i don't want to lose you... m'sorry if i hurt you baby," before you could respond, the hand resting on your waist took hold of your wrist and he kissed it better, making eye contact with you the whole time. his soft kisses trailed all the way to your neck where his hot breath fanned under your jaw. "there's nothin' i could do to make it up for you, is there?"

his words went straight to between your legs. "there is one thing," your teeth met your bottom lip and naib suddenly flipped you onto your back, pinning you down and looming dangerously close to your lips again.

"mm? and what would that be?" he curled his lips to give you a sharklike grin. naib was hungry for you. he clapped his hands onto the sides of your knees and rode them up your thighs until he reached the hem of your skirt. in one swift movement, he hiked the fabric up to your belly to expose your panties. "somethin' like this?" all you could do was nod, your words were caught in your throat. naib hooked his fingers into your undergarments and pulled them straight down, lifting your legs to toss them across the room. your bottom half laid bare in front of him, the man you loved and nearly lost. naib outstretched an arm to place some soft pillows under your hips.

you were on the verge of breaking while he took his sweet time to spread your thighs apart. you squirmed and felt your pussy pulsate for every second that naib wasn't devouring you whole. "naib, please," you mewled, lust pumping through your veins.

your words fell to deaf ears, naib was only focused on the perfect dessert laid out just for him. he was a very primal man ー once something was in his sights, he wasn't letting it go. naib brought his tongue to swipe a stripe up your sopping wet pussy, delving straight in. your body convulsed at the sudden pressure, his hands coming to grip your hips and hold you still. you rutted against his face and he seemed to enjoy the friction from the low drawls of 'good girl' that escaped his lips between flicks of your clit. you weren't sure how long you could last with his head going berserk between your thighs. naib lapped up every drop of juice that spilled from you and licked every inch of your pussy clean, it was as if his life depended on it. to him, it did. he had to go through the agony of thinking you slipped from his grasp. he would never tell you this, but he was working extra hard to bring you to euphoria because he wanted to outdo anything luca could do.

naib knew you were close the moment your thighs squeezed around him and your hands smacked over your eyes to cover them, fingers twitching and wrists tremoring. one final tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves and you were seeing stars, your body giving out in his arms.

"did i do good y/n? please... tell me baby," a whine fell from his lips as he used your slick to lube himself up, the tip of his dick growing red from need.

you were still experiencing the aftershock of your orgasm, heaving and dragging your hands down your face while you quivered. it was hard to form a coherent thought, let alone speak. "yes... i'll never leave you naib, i love you so much," he growled in response, and that was when you knew he was entering a frenzy that nothing could pull him from.

he positioned the head of his cock in front of your entrance and deliciously rubbed himself over your folds for a few good seconds, seizing the opportunity to coil his arms under your back and lift you up so your forehead rubbed against his. he was flush on top of you, getting sweat and drool all over your shirt. "need you so fucking bad," was all he could muster before sheathing himself inside of you, sloppy thrusts following suit. there was no rhythm or rhyme to how he fucked you into oblivion, he was desperate. naib was beautiful above you, his glistening eyes searching yours for any sort of malice to which he found nothing. nothing but adoration. holding you steady with one hand, he reached down to thumb your clit. the sensations had you crying out underneath him and bringing a jagged smile to his lips. he grew more frantic with each thrust, eventually spilling his seed deep within you. the two of you moaned in unison and he laid you down on his chest, still rubbing circles on your clit. he wasn't finished with you just yet, he couldn't pry himself away from you until he stopped being ashamed about his incorrect assumptions of you. he still had no clue how he read his girl so poorly. while he relentlessly fingered you, a lightbulb appeared above his hooded head.

"by the way, how'd you like to go to the ball with me?"

#gonna use fanart when i cant find official art i like fjdnsk #naib subedar #idv x reader #naib subedar smut #naib subedar imagine #identity v

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the-iron-orchid · 3 years

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If you’re still accepting nsfw ask prompts: can you do threesome (Vida/Jinana/Julian) with “I told you to stay still” and sex dice, please?

Seeking the counsel of the fabled Sex Dice, they spake thus unto me: Spitroast lol

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Participants: Jinana x (Vida/Julian), ~1650 words, Jinana POV

Synopsis: Vida and Julian get a more... private domination experience from Jinana.

Warnings: domination, threesome, impact play, riding crop, bondage, gags, magic cock ring, spreader bar, buttplug, facefucking, spit roast, mild verbal degradation, squirting, f l u i d s, orgasm control, general messiness, mild sadz, No Aftercare for The Dom, character building via smut as usual there's A Lot Going On lmao

18+ Only! Minors DNI

It’s always interesting to work with a couple. Jinana is acquainted with Doctor Devorak, he is something of a fixture at events for people of their inclinations. He is hir inverse, one who prefers to be dominated, and in particular to be bound; s/he has done this for him before, for the amusement of others.

But tonight he is hir instrument, just another tool in hir arsenal, waiting to be used upon another. That other is Vida, of course, who is currently bent naked over a stool, legs spread wide, ankles tied to a bar which is in turn secured to the stool. Their arms are bound behind their back, but there is a soft cushion between the hard seat of the stool and Vida’s belly.

Jinana prefers that all pain inflicted here be of hir direct and precise doing, not some passive discomfort.

Devorak’s hands, too, are bound behind his back, to keep him from fidgeting or attempting to touch himself… or hir. He has been well-gagged with a length of silk, because he is apparently otherwise incapable of being quiet.

Vida’s mouth, however, needs to be free for other uses.

Jinana takes a smooth, heavy ring of polished metal, touching it briefly with hir magic, and it warms to body temperature in hir hands. S/he slips the ring over Devorak’s erect cock, already crowned with a growing bead of clear fluid, and he makes a muffled sound behind his gag. The magical properties of the ring cause it to fit itself snugly to the base of him - not so much to keep him hard; there’s clearly no issue there. No, it is there because it pleases hir, and because it has other properties, which he will discover in due time.

S/he takes up the riding crop which has already seen good use on them both this night, flexing it between hir fingers. S/he gestures with it, a peremptory upward flick. “Stand,” s/he orders Devorak, who obeys with satisfying swiftness. S/he points with the crop to indicate where he should go, standing directly before the willingly helpless Vida.

Jinana circles the two of them slowly, scrutinizing hir work. The crop delivers a swift, stinging correction when Devorak tries to crane his neck to watch hir. “Eyes forward.”

Hir hand idly caresses Vida’s buttocks and thighs in passing, where crisscrossing marks are fresh and bright against their skin, light glinting off of the lovely crystal-ended plug placed securely in their ass. The end of the crop traces delicately over the swollen, slick folds of their sex. The other magician wriggles slightly in their bonds, earning a little correction of their own.

“I told you to stay still, priya.” S/he comes round to the side, slipping hir free hand into Vida’s dark curls, lifting their head. “Now you’ll have to stay still for the rest of it. Open your mouth, and keep it that way.”

A light thwack of the crop against Devorak’s backside urges him forward. “You, keep that mouth occupied. But don’t you dare come before I say, or you will regret it, I promise.” The doctor groans behind his gag, and Jinana assists him in sliding his cock into Vida’s waiting mouth. (After all, his hands are bound.) He sucks in his breath, catching his lower lip between his teeth as he begins slowly moving his hips.

Satisfied, Jinana speaks a few words of magic, calling into existence a rather impressive magical phallus for hirself, glowing and twinkling because it amuses hir. S/he makes sure that Vida gets a good eyeful of what s/he has in store for them before making hir way back to their exposed and vulnerable backside. S/he places a hand gently on one buttock, giving it a squeeze, then a sharp little slap.

“I don’t care how good it feels, priya, I had better not see you move until I give you permission. Do you understand?” Vida can only make a muffled sound of agreement around the cock currently filling their mouth, but it is enough.

Jinana is not tall, but that hardly matters with the magical toy s/he currently wields. This is not about hir physical pleasure, anyway, but the pleasure of commanding others, the satisfaction of their vulnerability held securely in hir own power. (Very few have earned hir vulnerability, and none hir submission.)

At hir mental command, the magical phallus animates itself, seeking with unerring accuracy, wringing a choked little sound from Vida as it pushes its way inside their needy cunt. They don’t have to be quiet... only still.

Another silent command, and the phallus shapes itself so that with every motion of Jinana's hips, it also rubs against Vida’s engorged clit. The sounds they and Devorak both make are like a little symphony, the rhythm dictated by Jinana’s motion, punctuated by light slaps of the crop on Vida’s well-marked ass. (The resulting tiny flinches are involuntary, and may be graciously overlooked.)

Jinana watches them keenly, and when Vida’s thighs are trembling through their efforts to keep still, s/he begins moving the phallus more vigorously. It brings out a long, low, somewhat muffled moan from Vida, and Devorak groans in turn, instinctively matching the new rhythm with the movement of his hips. His face is quite red now, his eyes screwed shut, grimacing with the effort of keeping himself under control. Delightful.

S/he knows from previous experience that Devorak is on a hair-trigger once he reaches a certain point; he’s almost there. His chest is flushed nearly to his belly, gleaming with exertion, and Vida is trying so hard to stay still that they are shaking, subtly but visibly, their skin sheened with sweat.

“Ah, Vida, sweetest of my whores.” Jinana’s tone is honeyed, and a restrained little shudder goes down the other magician’s back. “Move your hips for me, priya. Show me what a greedy slut you really are.”

The bonds don’t make it easy, but Vida starts working their hips, grinding back against the invading phallus with increasing desperation.

“Very good. Now suck off your little submissive here. I want to see him come straight down your throat.”

Devorak gives a strangled groan as Vida closes their lips around him, beginning a sort of rocking, back-and forth motion, alternately pushing themself down onto the magical phallus, and taking as much of Devorak’s cock into their mouth as they can. He’s hanging on by a thread, now, his legs starting to quiver and the muscles of his abdomen clearly delineated with his increasing tension.

“Come for me, priya.” This is emphasized with a smack from the crop, and a spoken syllable that activates the cock ring, causing it to suddenly emit quick pulses of warmth. As expected, it shoves Devorak over the edge almost instantly, his grunts and groans become prolonged, agonized cries. Vida makes short, guttural sounds in their throat, almost gagging themself on the doctor’s involuntarily-thrusting cock, and then they, too, begin spasming as the climax strikes, drenching their own legs and Jinana’s in their extremity.

Devorak begins to whimper, overly sensitive in the wake of orgasm but not daring to remove himself from Vida’s mouth. It makes an amusing backdrop to it all, as Vida slowly begins to calm from the peak and Jinana massages their hips in slow, soothing strokes.

“You may withdraw,” Jinana tells the doctor, who complies, gingerly. Semen drools from Vida’s mouth as he does so.

“How sloppy you are, darling.” Jinana, too, withdraws, dismissing the magical phallus with a thought before circling back around, lifting Vida’s chin in hir hand. Their eyeliner is a smudged mess, their face blotchy and red from the exertion. They look up at hir through heavy, reddened, exhausted lids as s/he brushes the hair back from their face - precisely the desired result.

Jinana smiles and places a kiss upon their forehead, like a benediction. "Very good, priya. You did so well."

S/he frees the both of them from their bonds, checking them over to be sure that there are no undesired abrasions or injuries. Devorak may be the doctor here, but at the moment, he is merely a submissive, and such care is hir responsibility, not his.

Jinana leaves the two of them cleaned up, relaxed and half-dozing together, ensconced in the warmth of their bed. They invite hir to join them, but kindly (always kindly), s/he declines. S/he says that s/he sleeps poorly outside of hir own bed, which is true. Devorak gallantly offers to get dressed and walk hir home, but his place is here, and s/he needs no such thing.

Keeping hir partners at a distance keeps all of them safe.

Outside, the night air is crisp and a waxing moon graces the sky. Anjali pads up, her thoughts filled with self-congratulation at having stalked and exterminated several of the giant water-rats that plague the city. Jinana praises her for it, scratching behind her big, tufted ears, and they begin walking home.

There is always a period of emotional let-down after a scene, and tonight is no exception. It is, perhaps, a little worse for the knowledge of the empty bed that awaits hir... but this is what s/he has chosen.

What they all want is the one who is in control, the one who will carry them through their fantasies and needs and bring them safely home again, and this s/he is glad to provide. The rest of it - the wild magic scarcely under hir own control, the strangeness and the doubt and the fear and the loss - these are not their concern. They could never understand; even other magicians cannot understand.

Only Heron.

If he is home, he will know. He’ll put his arm around hir shoulders, and tell hir that one day it will be different.

Perhaps one day s/he will believe him.

#lemon #apprenticevida #jinana x vida #ask memes answered #smuts!#hi friendo enjoy this dirty fucking lmao #non-Apprentice Jinana is certainly Something lol

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failedintsave · 3 years

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I have something else for Favorite Character that I may post tonight if I can finish it, but just in case here's OTP!

Get a Hobby

A short drive from Mordhaus, tucked away in a drab, beige strip mall between a busy print shop and a quilting supply stood a small hobby store with only two dedicated parking spaces. The sign named it Valhalla's Gate, which had been sufficient to pique Skwisgaar's curiosity when Toki had asked if he wanted to tag along that afternoon. He was out of modeling glue, and Skwisgaar was just bored enough to need to get out for a while.

Though the shop was modest in size, the plate glass windows out front were anything but, plastered in bright posters depicting hulking barbarian warriors and scantily clad female knights with elven features. Their so-called armor looked ridiculous, Skwisgaar thought as he trailed Toki towards the door, what vital organs could a steel bikini possibly protect? Sexy though, he shrugged. That had to count for something, aesthetic was important.

The clear, tinkling chime of a bell announced their entrance as Toki led the way through the door, waving at the bored cashier and striding with purpose towards the back wall and its rows of tubes and tiny pots hanging from the pegboard. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Skwisgaar opted to meander through the aisles.

Boxes of modeling kits lined the shelves, stacked one atop the next; cars, planes and tanks in shrink wrapped cardboard. He browsed past a modest library of books, their glossy spines emblazoned with 'dungeons' this, and 'monsters' that, manuals and compendiums and indexes. Rounding the end cap brought him to a wall of board games in a prismatic spray of colors.

"You wants I should grabs you one of dese candyland games for baby dildoes?" Skwisgaar called out, the store small enough he was sure Toki could hear him. "Pickle wonts play Scrabble no mores cuz he t'inks we ams cheatingks. Pfff, racist."

No response. Fine, he didn't want to see what Cones of Dunshire was about anyways.

Continuing his wandering route, Skwisgaar followed the sound of voices and peeked around a curtained partition to where a group of school-aged kids sat at a long folding table, monitored by a second, harried-looking employee.

"My Stonehoof Chieftain has trample, so that's still five points to you!"

"You can't use it this turn, it has summoning sickness!"

"Right, sorry, got excited."

That string of words made no sense to him at all, and he withdrew, giving a carousel hung with tiny figures in plastic clamshell packaging a spin as he passed.

The last unexplored aisle appeared to be much like the others, decks of cards and gridded mats rolled up like tubes of wrapping paper. An entire length of shelf was dedicated to clear acrylic drawers full of many-faced dice in an array of materials and finishes. Further matched sets of dice were collected in glass bottles, arranged in neat colorful rows like potions at an apothecary. But the last stretch of the display was what finally caught Skwisgaar's eye.

A handwritten sign on neon orange poster board read "Bestiary: Adventurers Beware!" Beneath the proclamation lay a veritable menagerie of creatures, each formed in painstaking detail but lacking any pigment. He reached past the stony golems and rearing hydras, grabbing the largest figure from the back of the display.

The dragon's mouth was open in a roar, baring fearsome teeth and preparing to belch fire upon any who dare trespass his domain. The leathery wings were unfurled, aloft in an arc, the webbing tipped with bony spines and vast enough to summon hurricane force gusts.

He sensed Toki at his elbow before the younger man spoke, quickly shoving the toy back onto the shelf, knocking a few others onto their sides in his haste.

Toki peeked past him at the display, "Looking at minis?"

"You done? Dis store ams dildoes." Ignoring the question, Skwisgaar jammed his hands back into the pockets of his jeans. "Even de toys am borings, look dey's all plain gray."

"Cuz you gots to paints dem! Dey for tabletop games, you makes dem look however you wants."

"Tch, sound like a wastes of time. Could spends dat better pracksticing."

Humming noncommittally, Toki considered the model, leaning so that his chest pressed against the back of Skwisgaar's arm. He plucked the dragon from among its lessers and dropped it into the wire shopping basket hanging from his wrist. With a quick look in both directions, he craned his neck, planting a tiny, brief peck on Skwisgaar's cheek before moving off towards the register.

"C'mon, I gots some good paints at home you can use. We can makes him look real ferocious." He disappeared around the corner, the punctuated beeps of his purchases being rung up cutting through the quiet of the store.

Skwisgaar couldn't help the small smile that pulled at his lips as he shuffled off in Toki's wake, cheek still tingling. Maybe practice could wait. For today.

#kloktober 2021 #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #skwistok #metalocalypse #dethklok

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a-boy-called-micah · 3 years

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Folded Crane Dice | Dendritic Tendrils | Copper Ink

#micah's musings #dice #eeeeeeeeee i'm so happy i managed to grab this one #a foresty die for a foresty guy #i'll def use this one if i get to play oak again

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thefoldedcranedice · 10 months

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Ruin

This D20 is inspired by The Amazing Devil's Junior album, Ruin.

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the-lady-writes-what · 3 years

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The Fox Gods’ Wife, Ch. Two: A Preview

Content: smut, public sex

Warning: dub con, gaslighting, cheating mention

Chapter Two

Masae fumbled through her earring drawer. The one that she found the other night on the bedroom floor sat on an empty soap dish so she wouldn't lose it in her search. Her brows furrowed as while Masae craned her neck looking for its mate. She dug through her collection over and over, but couldn't find the matching earring. Masae picked it up from the dish and took a closer look at it. She racked her brain about where she could have bought, however, there wasn't a specific place coming to mind. More than that, it didn't look like the rest of her earrings. Upon further inspection, Masae realized that it was rose-gold and not merely gold. The rhinestones winked at her in the bathroom light. Still puzzled, she looked at her other earrings. Masae's collection concentrated on rounded studs, fake pearls for special occasions, and earrings from her favorite fandoms. She had plenty of merchandise from her favorite shows and anime, but nothing that looked remotely like the eight-pointed star she found on the floor.

Masae shrugged and put the earring back in the drawer. She slinks into the living room to sit and contemplate on the couch. The house feels empty. Her blood crawls at the quietness of it all. Without Neito there, the walls begin to close in on her. They loom over her. That is when the depressive thoughts come creeping in. Masae lays down and folds a pillow over her face. She screams into it as loud and as long as she can just she can feel something. Neito had been acting strangely for some time, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. There was something wrong. Her gut instinct told her to talk to him, yet Masae couldn't bring herself to do it.

Maybe because she knew that Neito would immediately diverge from the question.

Deep in her gut, Masae knew that was what he was going to do. Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. The front door opened and she heard Neito pull his shoes off before coming into the house. She ran to the entryway and stood there. Neito had his back turned towards her, so he couldn't see her stare at him. Masae focused on the spiritual energy surrounding his body. Neito's aura screamed of red, yellow, pale violet, and black. Altogether, it was an ugly rainbow.

"Hey, Neito. You're home early," said Masae.

He slowly turned to her. His smile was underwhelming. Neito left his bag in the foyer and when he had gotten close enough, pressed a kiss to Masae's forehead just above her brow. Neito said nothing and brushed past her. Without hurrying, Masae followed him into the kitchen where she watched him pulled food out of the fridge. She opened her mouth to speak, but Neito spoke first.

"I'll take over dinner tonight. You've been tired lately from working so often. It might be time to think of something else to do."

"I mean, I know it's a lot of hard work and it can get annoying, but I like what I'm doing. What else is there?"

Neito cut open a bag of romaine lettuce and started spreading it around a plastic bowl. Masae folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Neito didn't say anything for the longest time.

"Do you really think that you're able to climb the corporate ladder? Especially in publishing. Does anybody buy paperback books anymore?" Neito started dicing up the tomatoes he pulled along with the lettuce.

"Of course they do. The company wouldn't still be around if they weren't." Masae swallowed before continuing. "And I think it's a little unfair to say I'll be stuck in my current department forever. Besides, it's not about climbing the corporate ladder. I'm proud just to be in the process of publishing. I like books."

Neito's attempt to stifle his chuckle failed. Masae looked at his aura to find that black was starting to take over. He turned his face to her with a smirk on his face.

"You like books and work for a publisher, but how many stories have you written, hm? Do you like working there because it makes you feel like you're helping other people or just want to live vicariously through other people?"

Masae's eyes went wide for a second. Then, slowly, her brows furrowed. Her mouth hung open. There was no way to ignore the stinging pain in her chest that Neito, her boyfriend of three years, had just pierced her with. Her shock and disgust hadn't gotten through to him because he returned to the task of making dinner. Masae remained where she was hoping that he would quickly apologize. When he didn't, she took matters into her own hands.

"It's not about publishing my own stuff, Neito. Maybe I'm not ready to write. I have work to deal with and we need to keep a roof over our heads."

Without bothering to look up, Neito said in return, "Then what's stopping you from staying at home? You know I make enough money to take care of us both. I think you'd make a lovely work-at-home housewife."

"But that's not what I want to do," said Masae with growing frustration.

Neito set aside his knife which he'd been cutting vegetables. He inhaled sharply and breathed it out slowly. Masae saw that his aura turned completely black now. Neito turned completely towards her. He was no longer smirking; he didn't try to hide his visible scorn. He snorted at her like she said something childish or as impossible as flying to the moon without a spaceship. His jaw tightened then his smirk returned with vengeance.

"Honestly, honey, you shouldn't let yourself worry about finances. It's not like you have parents to worry about taking care of when they're gross and old. Would it really be so hard to let me take of you?"

Masae's jaw hit the floor. She fought to keep tears from welling up in her eyes. A hard lump formed in her throat. Her hands shook in her curled-up arms.

"Take care of me, you say? Then do you know whose earring I found in the bedroom because I don't think it's mine? Is bringing other women into our bedroom your idea of taking care of me?"

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voicesofchaos · 3 years

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Dungeons & Dragons - Adventures In The Forgotten Realms - Predictions

Normally I really like Tolerian Community College’s set predictions but the last one for Strixhaven was really bad! As in nearly unwatchable. So I wanted to do my own for Adventures In The Forgotten Realms since it is the set I am probably the most hyped for out of any magic set ever most likely. These are best before any previews are shown and the first previews were shown last night so that takes away some of the fun but I still got some wild ideas!

Honorable Mention - Drizzt

My first point was going to be that Drizzt and other popular characters would be legendary creatures. Well the Key Art (see above) confirms Drizzt and we also got Tiamat revealed. I really look forward to these.

#1 - Class Tribal

Obviously the Party mechanic from Zendikar Rising would be the perfect fit here but it seems pretty confirmed that they already said they wouldn’t use it here. Despite that though I think we will see lords for popular D&D classes like Wizards, Clerics, Rouges, Druids, and even the new Warlock. I don’t think this will be a major theme, maybe just some rares but I think it would be hard to not give bonuses to these classes. Also we have seen from the previews that there will probably be some Dragon tribal support as well.

#2 - Level Up

Speaking of the Strixhaven prediction video, The Professor guessed that Level Up would be in Strixhaven which seemed like the stupidest idea ever given that D&D was the next set. R&D has said they did not really like Level Up as a mechanic but if there was ever a time to bring it back then it would be in the D&D set. I think they will have figured out a way to fix or tweak it to more to their liking. Which may include a new different frame for Level Up.

#3- 6-sided dice

So this is the crazy prediction here. I think this will be the set that they introduce 6-sided dice to Black-Boarder MTG. Again if any set were to do it then it has to be the D&D set. There are a lot of reasons they don’t want black-boarder cards to use 6-sided dice but I think they will risk it and try it here. To go along with this I think there will be a punch-out card in packs that lets you punch out a unfolded dice that you can fold into a small cardboard 6-sided dice. This is another theme might only be on rares but I feel confident that they will be crazy enough to do this.

#4- Davriel Crane

There has been a lot of questions about planeswalkers for this set. Will a MTG character visit the Forgotten Realms? Will a D&D character be a planeswalker? I think the answer will be Davriel Crane, the planeswalker designed by Brandon Sanderson. We know that Davriel was originally going to be Strixhaven but was replaced by Liliana (Professor Onxy) but it also sounded like they had other plans for Davriel. Now we know that Davriel is native to Innistrad and we have 2 Innistrad sets this fall so it makes sense for him to be there. But I also think he is just such a perfect fit for the kind of character you would see in D&D. Plus also having ties to Brandon Sanderson would be a triple nerdy trifecta for D&D, MTG, and Brandon Sanderson.

#5- Dungeons?

This last one is another cheat. But it was revealed in the previews that a Commander Deck was called “Dungeons Of Death” and after seeing how flavorful the basic lands are I realized we needed “Dungeons” as a mechanic. My best guess would be as land subtype but who knows maybe they will be artifacts or something else entirely. But my predictions is that just as there is Dragon tribal in the set there will probably be some kind of “Dungeons matter” mechanic.

Tell Me!

Are my predictions insane or spot on? What are your predictions?

#Magic The Gathering #MTG #Dungeons & Dragons #Adventures In The Forgotten Realms #AFR #D&D #DnD

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kewltie · 4 years

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contains: predator/prey dynamic, animal characteristic, uh cannibalism (??), unhealthy relationship dynamic

The day after an UA’s staff had discovered the mangled and half eaten carcass of one of their students, a weasel third year, the campus was in a shutdown for an entire week as they tried to uncover which one of the carni had broken the Accords and became a headhunter.

Every single herb students was warned once, twice, and too many times to never walk the dark street alone after sunset because while the age of active predation had gone in Para-Dice, behind the stone walls of the Savagelands, they still participate in the Hunt.

No herbivore is safe.

Even in one of the most prestigious colleges in the city, where every vores live seemingly in harmony. There’s always an undercurrent of danger between the two very distinct classes because all it take is a swipe of carni’s claw sinking into someone’s flesh and they’re done. The ravenous hunger will take them, turning a friendly lion who one had shared classes and jokes with previously into a famished beast set out to consume your very flesh.

Their society is built on this precarious balancing act. Danger lives in the heart their closest friend.

"Izuku, are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?" Ochako asks for the fifth time already, her white wings contracting anxiously behind her.

Izuku waves her off. "I'm fine," he insists, "my dorm isn't that far from here and if you take me home, who will take you back anyway?"

"I'll get Tenya to walk with us!" Ochako persists. She’s a crane; large wings, a noble and beautiful feature, but they’re mainly omnivore and a gentle soul.

He shakes his head, his long ears swinging with it. "He just fell asleep from cramming for his ochem exam, I really don't want to bother him," he argues. "It's okay. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Ochako bites down on her lower lip. "I just want you to be careful because," she leans in and lowers her voice as though telling a secret, "of the headhunter. It's dangerous right now since they haven't found the vore yet. It'll break my heart if you become another statistic."

"I don't know why anyone would want to eat me, when I don't even taste that good.” Izuku frowns, brows furrowing as he pinches the skin on his arm. "If they were to eat me, they'll just spit me out or maybe they just like the taste of horrible rabbit meat."

Reeling back, Ochako cries out, "Izuku!"

He cracks a smile. "Sorry, sorry!" He laughs, tugging one of his ears down. "I don't mean to joke about it, but you know how I'd lived in the Savagelands before coming here? Well, I'm used to this kind of imminent danger."

Ochako frowns, wings still flapping wildly with every slight movement. "Okay," she says, letting out a long tired sigh, "if you're that sure then." Like, she still isn't used to Izuku's reckless nature that had created such a stir even among their more colorful student populations. Because despite Izuku's herb status and the skittish nature of rabbits overall, Izuku acts like one of the apex predators on their campus—in the likes of wolves and lions, where he moves easily and freely among them as though he was always a part of their class.

He’s bunny herbivore, bred and raised in the curtains of the Savageland, where fear was his constant companion and threat of being eaten had hung over his head every waking second. To live was privilege given only to the strong, powerful, and the ones who hungered. Compare to that, this is easy.

Izuku gives her a thumb up and he quickly grabs his bags and books, making a dash out of her dorm room before she can change her mind. He climbs down the stairs to the first floor and heads toward the exit of Green Leaf Dormitory, one of the only herbivore dorms on campus. Outside the sky is completely blackened with only the full moon and the streetlights to guide him back to his dorm. It's only 9PM on a Thursday but the campus is eerily quiet. The looming danger of a headhunter still running amok keeps most vores locked in their dorm, but Izuku marches on.

On a full moon like this, they say it's when all the wild ones come out. The ominous sounds and shadows that dogged Izuku's steps could be anything from a fallen trashcan, a rustling of the leaves or something else, something dangerous, but Izuku isn't faze by any of it. Strolling his way across a darkened path that isn't as well lit as the more main routes but it cuts his time in half, Izuku hums a familiar song he'd heard in Ochako's dorm room earlier.

It's a love song, light and upbeat in contrasts to the grim setting that surrounds him. Oh, darling we love, love, so tonight we feast like beasts—

Large hands suddenly appear from the shadow to grabs him from behind, causing him to drop his books to the ground. A palm is pressed over his mouth to suppress his scream as the other hand rips his backpack away from him, before latching onto his waist in a forceful grip.

Left defenseless and no direct line of sight to his attacker, Izuku's heart races just for a second before a large sturdy body enveloped his back, head poking over Izuku's shoulder as his breath ghosts Izuku's cheek. He shivers against the familiar warmth and breathes, "K-Kacchan!"

Katsuki spins him around so that they're facing each other properly, his hands never leaving Izuku's waist as green eyes collides with red. "Deku," he says, and it's an entire world in a single word. "You goddamn idiot." His chest rumbles in a low threatening growl.

With the tip of his right ear folding over unhappily at the scolding, Izuku pouts. "I was fine," he insists.

Katsuki glares at him. "There's a wild headhunter on the loose and you're wandering around after dusk like a dumbass with a sign 'eat me' over his fucking head." He grabs one of Izuku's furry ears and tugs it down purposefully. "They said rabbit meat is delicious, you wanna test that out personally?"

Izuku frowns. "You would know that wouldn't you?" he says impishly, meeting Katsuki’s glare with his own. "Taste any bunny boy lately?"

Katsuki's teeth bares, fangs protrudes pass his lips in a snarl that both sends Izuku's heart racing and ears twitching in excitement. He tightens his hold around Izuku's waist but the way his claws dig in, piercing Izuku's shirt but careful enough not to draw blood says enough.

Izuku throws his arm over Katsuki's shoulder, wrapping them around his neck as he pull him down and butts their head against each other. A purr stirs from him as he tries to smooth over Katsuki's aggressive stance. "Sorry, that was mean of me," he offers quietly in chagrin. "You're not like that." He pauses, and shakes his head meaningfully. "Not like them at all. I know you've been abstaining from eating red meat for my sake and—" he looks up, green eyes meet piercing red ones, "even if that wasn't the case, I'm not afraid of you, Kacchan."

"Stupid fool," Katsuki scolds, a familiar refrain that Izuku had heard a thousand times before since the day Izuku was brought into the Forest to be part of the Hunt, where elite carni in the Savageland can get their bloodlust and hunger met like the true beasts of burden that they are.

The Hunt has been long banned and consider barbaric practice within the walls of Para-Dice, but in the Savagelands the tradition not only lived on but thrive in the bosom of the elite carnivores who bred and raised helpless bunnies like him so he can be feast upon later in a game to meet their bloodlust; a lamb reared to be slaughter.

Katsuki was —is— apart of it and he was furiously hunted Izuku’s kind down and was about to rip his flesh apart that day in the Forest, but Izuku had went to him on trembled knees and begged to be eaten first so others can live. Katsuki had rightfully called him a stupid fool and kept him instead.

Izuku still doesn't know what had made Katsuki stop, taking him by the arm instead of a taking a bite out of him. Katsuki had thought him foolish and mad to offer himself up as food, while Izuku thought Katsuki was foolish and mad to not eat the food left out for him, but Katsuki swore to the next red meat he’ll eat it’ll be Izuku’s and Izuku’s only.

Quite frankly, they're both a little foolish and mad, choosing each other despite the hunger and fear that permeate their entire relationship. "Ah, but you adore me," Izuku says confidently, spoken like someone who had escaped the jaw of death many times over and reveled in it. He had been cheating death long enough now.

Katsuki growls, his chest rumbling in annoyance as he opens that dangerous jaw of his to reveal sharp canine teeth that had cut the flesh of many herb like him down in the past. Dangerous teeth from a dangerous beast, and Izuku's goes breathless as it descends upon him.

Katsuki presses those menacing jaw against his cheek, grazing his flesh like pinprick nail beds then he bites down — razor, soft nibble that make Izuku's cheek stings and his body arches up in response, hands clawing at the back of Katsuki's neck to push for more. Always pushing, wanting, and teasing.

Izuku’s the dangerous one. He had brought to heel this wild beast and made Katsuki his as much as he is Katsuki’s.

With eyes dilating with a throbbing desire and breath heavy, Katsuki draws back a bit reluctantly even if his face retains it frowny feature as though Izuku is his trials to bear. "I'll take you back to your dorm," he grunts out, carefully putting Izuku back in place.

Now, it's Izuku turn to frown, because really. "I'm fine," he says. “It’s not even that far off anymore.”

"Don't be stupid," Katsuki snaps, then pauses, before correcting himself, "Don't be even more stupid. Some dumbass is out there hunting dumber asses like you, so I'm not taking any fucking chances. You’re not going to become rabbit meat for someone else."

"I wouldn't let a rogue headhunter have me," Izuku argues, because if he's going to be eaten it would be Katsuki who do it. His body, his heart, and everything he could offer, he wants Katsuki to be the only one to have him like that so even if he die, he'll forever be bound to him. Tied together as one. Carni and herb’s mating aren’t frowned upon but they aren’t encouraged either, because it often results in either death or someone getting eaten. Or both.

Instinct is hard to fight off even with fabricated white meat to tame the carnivore’s aptitude, but for high aspect apex predator like Katsuki food and love is often the exact same thing. Sometimes, when Katsuki look at him Izuku can see hunger and want wars within him, and he doesn’t know if he wants to eat or fuck Izuku.

It’s all very confusing and, quite frankly, delightful at times. The fact that Izuku has lived this long while Katsuki hadn’t managed to sink his fangs completely into him said enough about Katsuki’s feelings and self-control for Izuku. He got this wild untamed wolf leashed and properly collar, but sometimes Izuku like to toe the line and see where Katsuki’s draw his boundary, just to get a taste of what it’s like to this close to death and come out alive every time.

Katsuki's eyes narrow, like he knows exactly what horrible thoughts are brewing in his head because Izuku had confessed all his twisted up desire under the cloak of darkness of their bed — eat him, rip him apart, and oh, how he wants to those teeth to sink into him one day. Death is inevitable for all vores, but to choose how one could die is a special privilege. And Izuku had already chosen.

Katsuki’s flashes those exact impeccably white teeth at him. "No, you wouldn't," he agrees gruffly, pulling Izuku along. Because he, too, wants him in that same twisted way, but not yet. Not now. They still have an entire lifetime ahead of them. There's plenty of chance for that in their future.

It's not that Izuku is fearless in the face of predation of his own kind and the hunger that keep vores like Katsuki chained to their most primal instinct. It's because Katsuki had promised him when the time is right, Izuku would be the only to offer up his heart to him and he’ll devour it like the rest of Izuku’s body.

#bakudeku #zootopia au #fic snippet #um well

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Making of Gold

Gold made on roadside basement or tunnel on the hill or big tank on water or in soil or grass sand land and u step on orange within pumpkin leave on the soil or tangerine peel with hole on grass sand land or mango seed on pumpkin leave on watery clay land with tunnel b4 u hurl the heap with milk as from lofty high on a crane u can place the step on environment on metallic trays or from just where u r standing dude and boom ya Gold bars and with gravel makes gold medals and with grass or any veggies, cereal, seeds, hay, fruits and berries or anything makes other gold products, with silver u replace milk with water, coppers with thinner, titanium with mango juice and any precious stone or metal replace with another fluid or chemical or anything as u try employing the mega step on process as grind all veggies, fruits, berries, leaves and if not all like 10 samples and place in a container as u mark them to place each on such containers in holes made in 1 fruit, veggies, berries slashed thin outer peel but not in the mega mix and as well as make holes in any leave, stem, roots, animal flesh, bones, skin and of anything as polythene, paper, clothes, plastics, flowers, which u place on the samples of the grinned or smashed b4 u step on in surfaces such as bruised floors, smooth floors, grass sand lands, mud lands, floor tiles, plastics, gravel polished floors, plastic carpets and clothes ones, bed sheets, duvets, reeds, metallic plates, iron sheets, other roofing and clothing and big or small leaves of others plants not in the heap or the made on hole as above dude until u make what u know or not dude, but on the heap u can add acidified water or mineral water 4 better results dude

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Opening metals and walls to steal way or method to do, step on hay on cement fumes on bruised cement floor and do the WWE X-style dude or knock with a coin on the metallic surface or step on Sodom fruit within hole made on cactus on tiles or plastic carpet 4 concrete walls dude or step on hay with wet boxes on those floors as u can carry made 1 or wet cloth with acidified water on grass made hole pattern or on tangerine outer peel on such floors dude as u talk to the Devil dude

Even if u got ya own radar and still rude such weakness points along the lakes can be detonated from above when they overwhelm ya or from below the earth lest u be 1st than them or remove the lake. Dont worship God, make you know as u want good things and Good things are in developed world and Known that way, just respect the law and his name but not be fervently tied to church things dude. living long is not embedded in such dude as it can be ya excuse, living long dwells in respect 4 the weak and not joiners of things as mostly u r a loner as God grants ya longevity and drinking soda like Fanta and coke bottle top already open 4 long in ya sleep if u wake up as military men tought the same bro and staying in fresh circulating oxygen lands like Forested lands dude and using like normal water not refrigerated but cool dude

Like with samosa place few in any leave but mostly with medicinal value or on water, then step on such as above on those lands in tanks or hanging like dustbin container just below it step with either bare foot, shoes of rubber soul or plastic and sandles of any nature as this also affects the results dude, happens with thin and not with this and even with kiri kiri dude. They take any food as cereals, groundnuts, tea leaves or dough and more, wipe kinda on their running or kid nose or pussy clean or not or on wiped booty and make such much in the boom process b4 serving us with. Friends how can this be checked and even bathing water they immersed such on b4 doing the same as above. One might take the same and take to medical person to inflict an omen to those people doing the same as above so be warned dude. The above environment applies to githeri and mtura, only difference is time of making, in bright day light, looking the other-side or towards the heap, few or many people or under dark but using light dimmers or in complete dark dude or under moonlight bro, same applies to buyus and kebabs dude

With red building bricks when heap salted grass in sewer water, u step on hay within cut cabbage piece on floor tile, then carry the boxing like cylinder leather bag on ya arms elbow and u fuck a woman in Dodgy style dude in those containers placed on sand or soil or water at different heights dude or when planted grass with banner style option the photo pointing diagonally or sample brick next to hay dude, while with building blocks the heap should be cooked cassava in sewer water as u step on hay within tangerine peel in tiles chopping board soaked in pineapple on top hay or cooked cabbage dude while with stone u place hay within sewer water, step on tangerine amidst pumpkin leaves on tiles chopping hay on board soaked on acid, mineral water or cabbage and raw mango extract dude and with road side block like bars, heap planted grass in sewer water, then step on cut raw mango piece within pumpkin leaf on floor tile or bruised floor then on wood soaked on pineapple juice chop mango seed or hay dude. Road tar made when hay placed in sewer water, then on wood soaked on pineapple juice chop passion fruit after stepping on euphorbia inner white leave stick stem after peel but dry on wood in between book paper immersed on cooking oil as with other oil or detergent gives u another product as u can try dude, with body apply oil gives u E-tiny cars and even with cooking fat gives ya timers dude

Take the shaft of any machine with all wheels intact and place on sewer water, grass or in any heap then hurl with boiled neem/mwarubaine leave extract or juice after stepping on all grinned as above and boom that car or vehicle dude or the below part of old ships or water vessels or airplane dude mostly in made like deep pool roadside tunnel of big brown stone or big tank of any shape placed into soil or water at different heights dude and even with photos of such shaft folded or bent at different angles or styles b4 hurling with the same gives u those cars or machines as above and even with fabricated houses, aerial photos u bent or fold and hurl the same gives u those houses dude and with medicine u hurl with milk on aerial photos or take from above and folded and with anything dude locating the heap to step on to give ya what u want as u can do it many folks dude.The shaft even placed on banner makes such machines dude as u can try on both ends 4 durable parts and even with spare parts of any machine displayed on such banners dude

The water generator uses the thermostat technology place on ya body to charge like your phone as with thermos flask u can make a hole to fix many such and connect into series connect b4 letting the wires out the lid b4 like sealling those holes to keep the water hot much longer using like the glue or roofing tar or just use 1 thermostat and step it up dude as in the link below and can use a timer as with Nigerian or Uganda water generator to tie a coil to heat the water when it cools down as u have monitor it to set the timer dude

https://www.travelandleisure.com/travel-tips/cool-gadgets/biolite-camping-stove-review

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The new burial way where casket fixed on drones which are removable or fixed to save people from burial expenses associated with hiring convoys dude as in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLbvAFxprzw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14r7f9khK70

U want people to be with ya kids as u say the bad and when u realize u cant defeat them change the puzzle dude as u r monitoring if they can be with ya kid, dude who is poor and got power and can be killed as above easily, answer me dude, daily that way, Negro can t come here lest to kill ya as they have known how to make all ya treasures and cash-crops and even herbs artificially dude to remove the puzzle am feeling better to see them with those women when am here so taking a flight to like Canada who have seen i have left u Pi coins so what u want dude. We aint animals to live as cluster but as families dude get to the park then dude

Human hair and wig made much when place like in sewer water then step on hay on orange peel on tile or grass sand land b4 chopping hay on board soaked in mango juice or pineapple juice bro in the dark homies and even ladies purse, bags, Q-text, male wallet and belts of both

News paper made much likewise when u step on hay within book paper with oil traces on tiles and books on bruised floor or step on tangerine on placed on floor on tiles hay with made hole with fingers 4 books or 4 news paper place lemon peel in place of tangerine and chop pineapple soaked wood on it chilies or mixture of all veggies/fruits to bar u from such tussle when only place sample way or banner method dude on any fruit soaked board but mostly pineapple dude and with tissue when placed in sewer water step on tangerine on hole made on egg shell on the same or on Irish potato on such floor b4 chopping wood soaked on pineapple kale and cabbage 4 book like tissue rolls. Take or cut small cube pieces of every veggies, fruits or berries and even leaves as above not to be much b4 u chop on such woods and even with seeds and cereals, roots, stem, back etc and same applies 4 Xmas accessories like lights, trees, balloon, CD and paper work and the glittering Xmas materials but applying those methods on environment if u visualize making the same u see what u wanna make in cluster or much dude

PS5 PHOTO IN a banner sideways from net in like sewer water heap in a bucket in roadside dustbin way made container then step on hay on wood soaked on pineapple with grass sand land, the board, kinda, in sand b4 u chop kale on wood soaked in pineapple in the dark while with PS4 same photo on a banner slanting diagonally in buckets placed on the floor or iron tanks inside placed blanket or clothe lining b4 placing like sewer water, then step on hay on such board as above b4 chopping garlic on wood soaked on grinned pork meat stew or chopping board garlic and pork meat on soft wood soaked on pineapple dude and with D-lights like box the folded photo in like planted grass heap in roadside ditches lining of black polythene bag or of any color which gives it its color as clothe with holes with any machine, then step on hay on board as above b4 u chop kale on wood soaked on euphorbia milk. While the wireless electric truck made when such photo on the net placed on banner like on planted grass heap within coastal lands at night, step on tangerine on hole made on kale on such white sand, then chop hay on board soaked on tangerine juice or apple juice or on maize cob soaked in baby glucose water dude in such sand bro

#q #-texts #lip ban #bags

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sirjustice1156 · 3 years

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Step on it dude

https://www.travelandleisure.com/travel-tips/cool-gadgets/biolite-camping-stove-review

The new burial way where casket fixed on drones which are removable or fixed to save people from burial expenses associated with hiring convoys dude as in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLbvAFxprzw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14r7f9khK70

Kikuyu blooded as Luo or Kisii will not relent unless killed or take a flight to another to monitor again their sayings as much nations have learnt to make machines even of military they did not know of yesterday to solve the whole puzzle that Hindu cant continue controlling the world lest killed. Bulshit, stupid and silly, thought u wont get out, Motherfucker of bad skin when of age, thu and silly, curse of all time, ugly and insane when of age, u poor and silly or wretched.

Kebi bruised as one hit him with a rungu of red India but recuperating after weeks massaging the wound around, ha ah my beloved, press it slowly, all around it, my only one, my better half, do it in a tender way, circle woman, kinda, when u do the same fades pain away and kinda, my adversaries fades away, massage it babe

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